gxg, smut, Demitra x reader.

After being taken through the fog from your battle against the village you end up being killed but resurrected somewhere else.

"ᴀʜ. ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ." "ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ-" "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟʟ. ꜱɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ." "ɪ'ᴍ ꜰɪᴠᴇ-ꜰᴏᴏᴛ-ꜱɪx!" "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇ-ꜰᴏᴏᴛ-ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ." ================== Baby Saja x OC (Ha-Yun) For those who were looking at the Mature tag😏, it's on the Side Story 2.0 and the Side Stories after the Main Storyline (ur welcome)

Y/N is a criminal she works for a gang called raven thorn what happens when she get caught by the police and dies. Read to fined out :3

⚠️DONT TAKE MY STORIES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION⚠️ 𝟐-𝟒 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Hyakkou Private Academy, a place where only the strongest students may survive, a place where only the kids of the richest people in the world may asist. That same academy is known for being the center of high money wins and loses... What will happen if a Crazy Girl crosses path with an equally Mad Girl?

Welcome to the wonderful world of oneshots! Come in and take a seat my fellow female doms, we clearly don't get enough appreciation in the world of fanfics. But! Time has changed to where we now have our own power to create. Which is exactly what I did, feel free to give requests (ONLY ON THE REQUEST PAGE!). Enjoy, relax and enjoy the show. WARNING: SEXUAL ACTION TAKES PLACE IN MOST CHAPTERS! DO NOT ENTER IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT OR NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING ADULT CONTENT!

"I like the way you think, Radio Demon." "And you, Miss Hell en Pointe." ୨୧ [Y/N] [L/N] ─ also known as Miss Kitty, also known as Miss Hell on Heels, er, Hell En Pointe. A recently deceased southern belle with a knack for all forms of dancing (particularly ballet), she knows exactly how she got into Hell. She made a deal with the most menacing, powerful, grinning, and enticing Overlord in existence ─ the Radio Demon. She met him once on Earth, made a deal, and hopes to never meet him again... especially not in Hell of all places. After a depressingly purposeless stroll through Hell, [Y/N] winds up on the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel. Bored yet reluctant, she accepts a rosy-cheeked, sweet little demon girl's invitation to stay and immediately regrets it afterward when she comes into contact with none other than an infamous scarlet and ebony-haired Demon named Alastor. She immediately decides that she hates him, and he quickly decides he despises her just as much... However, he owns her, and she wants out of it ─ she wants her soul back... whatever it takes. ୨୧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Alastor x Reader] [Contains Smut] ୨୧ #2 in "alastor" out of 1,000+ #1 in "alastorxreader" out of 1,000+ #13 in "hazbinhotel" out of 1,000+ ୨୧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Hazbin Hotel franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ୨୧ Began: February 18, 2024 Completed: March 21, 2024 Written during age(s): 16 yrs Full Word Count: 70k ୨୧ FANFICTION OF: Hazbin Hotel

[COMPLETE] (Commemorating 300 follower Milestone! Thank you Everyone ♡) [If you are not one for mystery and suggestive topics, please do not read this book. This isn't an accurate follow up of the Hazbin Series. Published on the 9th of November, 2018] Highest Rankings: - 1st in Alastor - 1st in HazbinHotel - 1st in Fandom "You seek answers for the questions you don't want to know, and you seek happiness in a world of pain and suffering. You can't trust them, you can only trust me." Which side are you truly on? [Does not take place in Hell.] Story by me Alastor from Hazbin Hotel 9/11/2018 - 11/2/2019

[Y/N], an assassin with a demon butler, who is known for always being succesful. What could go wrong when you get the mission to kill two rich boys? ~ You took your gun out of your leather belt and loaded it quickly, careful not to make a sound while doing so. Lifting it up, you pointed it at the dark haired boy, but as soon as you placed your finger on the trigger you felt a presence behind you. You had no time to respond as you already felt the cold metal of a blade on your throat. You gasped slightly in shock, you had not expected to be caught. A muscular chest pressed against your back and your neck, the person - you assumed a male - pulling you closer and put more presure on the blade. "Put the gun down, milady." • The story isn't edited so mistakes may occur •