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bearyacorn.bsky.social
Anxious Acorn (comms open)
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MDNI! 🔞 35 she/they, ace/pan, fan writer/artist. Multishipper #hazbinhotel #ocvixen #alastorxoc #canonxoc NoAi!

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Aaaaahh!! So tiny and cute! 🥹💜
December 18, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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#radiokit #ocxcanon #alastorxoc #alastorxvixen #hazbinhotel #hazbinoc #breeding #foxgirl #monsterfucking #tentacles
“What do you need, my vixen?” His voice was so sweet, eager to care for his needy mate. Stretching out her entire body with a wide yawn, Emma worked to answer his question. “Hmm… hungry for something, but not sure what. Let’s start with a smoke, shall we?” Nuzzling his cheek into hers before kissing it, Alastor snapped his fingers and handed Emma a lit blunt. His shadow slithered off and her own shade chased, chittering amorously and nipping at their partner as they left the room. Emma chuckled at how cute her shade acted around the other. So incredibly adorable! Taking in a long hit, she held her breath to soak in all the relief she could before letting it go. She felt so spoiled, snuggled up to her darling, who seemed eager to tend to any whim. Coughing a bit, she noticed how dry her throat was, and before even asking, a glass of water appeared in front of her as Alastor took the blunt. She accepted with a sheepish smile, ears drooping at the attentive care. She knew Alastor was a romantic by now (at least with her), but the sweet way he looked at her as he took care of her set Emma’s tail to thumping. Such a wonderful mate! Setting the water on the bedside table, Emma leapt onto her darling, startling the demon as he held the blunt away from her hair. Whining and yapping happily, she nuzzled her cheeks against any skin she found and wriggled her entire body against his, tail thumping on the mattress. Alastor cooed and laughed at the display, snapping the blunt away and wrapping his arms around her. Emma’s mind felt hazy as she snuggled him, taking in his musky scent- he smelled like safety, like love and joy. He was home. “What day is it?” The question earned a chuckle as Alastor peppered kisses over her hair and face. Emma closed her eyes, tail wagging as she soaked in his affections. Between kisses, her darling hummed as he thought. “We can make certain, but I believe it’s Sunday arou… “Please, my buck… breed me… fill me… I need you…” Her words earned a debauched moan as Alastor snapped their clothes off and slid his tongue along her throat, nibbling gently as he pushed her on her back and moved lower. Emma whined and bucked at the loss of contact. She wanted to be surrounded by him. Oh but his breath heating her skin was just lovely. Alastor’s body was easily twice her size, his eyes bleeding into black as he bit from her breasts to her ribs. Licking a trail from her hip bone, he took a small piece of thigh with a staticky moan. “Oh, fuck Alastor. More, my buck. Please. Take more. Fuck me. Eat me. I need…” Was she hallucinating, or was the world itself bending around them? Oh who gives a fuck? He was her world, and Emma wanted to live in him for the rest of eternity. Pain and agonizing pleasure hit all at once as teeth ripped a chunk of thigh from her while a tentacle pushed past the muscles of her entrance. “Haah! Yes! Yes!” His mouth was all over her, and as Emma watched her buck attend her, she whined and moaned and panted at the sight of him. Large, gnarled antlers defied physics as they caged her, and Emma grabbed hold of them, running her tongue over the rough texture and arching her back to rub her sensitive breasts against them. Alastor snarled and nipped at her drenched mound before he was lost to her. His tongue replaced the tentacle that was fucking her, and the environment around them completely altered. Static filled the air, and Emma watched her mate devour her bloody slick. He was a man starved, offered a five star dinner. He licked slowly, bit at her labia, sucked her swollen clit and licked along her glistening slit, only to shove his tongue back in to fuck more nectar from her. Ecstasy. Heavenly- no, infernal euphoria. Her body was alight with desire, pleasure and pain as she cried and screeched and bucked. That tongue was pure perfection, those dial eye… “More, Alastor… don’t— mmn… hold back. I want it all, my monster. Use me. I’m yours, my buck. My mate,” she nuzzled as her body twitched in its release. Alastor whined above her, his cock twitching inside her. “You cruel, wonderful, twisted woman. I’m going to ruin you, my little Vixen…” Then he was moving inside her as his shadows swallowed them both up, and they were in the bayou she’d made him. He pressed himself entirely within her and she keened. Delicious… Sliding his other hand under Emma’s head and shoulders, her darling pulled her up to straddle his large hips as he crouched. “Mine…” came the distorted growl of her lover as he began to pull her slightly off his drenched cock, moaning at the bloody slick covering him. “Perfect…” He slammed her back down onto him and Emma screamed in pleasure, wriggling and circling her hips as best she could with his hands the only things holding her. She nuzzled a large finger and bit, rubbing her hands over her breasts to squeeze at her nipples. Alastor’s dial eyes flickered and switched down at her as he worked her over his cock, that sweet, mad love shining as he savored Emma’s pleasure. Leaning his large head down, he slid his tongue along their joined bodies, eliciting desperate whining as her pussy clenched around him. Quickening his pace, Emma felt the swell of his cock as he pulsed within her. Clenching his eyes shut, Alastor forced her body as far onto him as he could and ground against her. Emma screamed and latched on to her mate as he spent himself, biting him, aggressive and needy as she rubbed herself on him. She was coming again after the second pulse of seed hit, and Emma bit harder, grinding her teeth as her tail whipped. Good luck getting her off of the demon, they were completely attached, as much as they could be. This man was hers, and Emma had staked her claim many a time. She hadn’t heard the bellow her mate released when she bit h… Alastor kneels behind Vixen, looks softly down and strokes Vixen’s face as he uses his tentacles to hold her tail and thrust into her. Vixen, on all fours, nuzzles into his hand, pushing back against Alastor in need.
December 18, 2025 at 6:44 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Awww! This is so cute!🥰
December 18, 2025 at 2:02 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Aww grumpy cutie pie! 🥰
December 18, 2025 at 1:57 AM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
#radiokit #alastorxoc #canonxoc #hazbinhotel
He chuckled and pulled her in for a kiss, nipping gently at her bottom lip. “So you have a Top 5 list called ‘Alastor Activities’?” The mischievous gleam in his eyes caused Emma to giggle and grin slyly down at him. “Betcha can’t guess what my number one is.” Alastor gave Emma a wicked grin before humming and pulling her close, rubbing his nose against hers. “I may be beginning to understand that twisted little mind of yours, but I have much more studying to do before I ace the exam.” Emma laughed at that. She had to hand it to him, he’d make a brilliant earth politician. She gave him a soft kiss and settled back on top of him, nuzzling her head under his chin and breathing deeply of his scent. “This is…” Her sighed out response set Alastor’s hands to petting her hair as his tentacles wrapped around her body, his shadows swallowing them up to bring them to his bed. “Stay the night? I don’t seem to want to let you go,” he said, kissing the top of her head before resting his chin between her ears. “Mmm, yes please,” Emma mumbled happily against his collarbone, already beginning to feel herself slipping into a contented slumber. If given the choice, she’d stay there, just like that, for the rest of eternity…
December 16, 2025 at 6:46 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
I Turned the Corner
Pt. 2 First Meeting
As he made his way down the lane, he noticed a group of cannibettes saying their goodbyes outside of a cafe. What caught his attention instantly was the lovely Vixen parting from the group- how had he never noticed her before? ‘Would you have been interested in her before knowing her capacity and desire for pain?’ his shade chittered from within, his essence ruffling with annoyance. Well, he couldn’t deny the shadow’s logic- even when running into her at the butcher’s shop, he’d only thought her pretty and polite at best. He shadowed himself around the corner so as to put himself in her field of vision before resuming his walk. Time to test some choppy waters- perhaps he could get a better read on her. Keeping his face chipper and his eyes facing forward, he observed the vixen as she turned to make her way to her next destination. He knew the moment she noticed him, a prick of excitement rising in his throat as he did his best to appear calm and unbothered. He gave her a moment to observe before meeting her gaze and shadowing over to form in front of her. Her steps faltered and he shot his hand out to steady her, his heart skipping a beat as her crimson eyes landed on him. Satan give him strength, she was lovely… “Good evening, my dear! I was hoping I’d run into you. Our dear friend Angel Dust showed me your work on the picture show- what a performance!” He silently patted himself on the back for his quick thinking; the mention of their mutual acquaintance should help set her at ease- hopefully. He took the time to regard her as she worked to overcome her shock at his sudden appearance. “Thank you, sir. I’m honored you enjoyed the show,” she smiled demurely up at him, and his breath caught. A voice like honey… What would it sound like over his airwaves? “Wait, you know Angel?” He nodded excitedly, glad that he’d kept his manners (mostly) around the spider. Wouldn’t want him telling her anything too bad. … “Brunch would be lovely, dear. Would you prefer to meet somewhere or may I escort you?” She seemed to be taken aback for a moment before giving her answer with a lovely smile. “Well, if you wouldn’t be opposed, I would love to see this Hazbin Hotel you speak of. Perhaps I escort you to brunch and you escort me home afterwards?” A wonderful compromise! His heart raced in his ears as he held in his excitement. “Fantastic! What time would work best for you? Say around 11:30? Or perhaps something later?” He noticed a small blush rising in her cheeks as she replied, “11:30 it is.” Was she blushing for him? He was practically vibrating in anticipation. Is this how normal people felt when interacting romantically? Is this how he’d made all those women feel when he’d been alive? He’d definitely need to do some research on the subject, daunting as the task felt. He did his best not to stare too blatantly as he gave her some directions to the hotel, and they parted ways. He could barely contain his excitement for their date! ‘Not a date. Just two people who admire the other’s work,’ he thought as he shadowed back over to Rosie’s to request a possible table for brunch. If anything went awry, hopefully she would be able to assist him in navigating. And perhaps if all went well, a deal might be struck by the end of the day. She’d laughed heartily and teased him for “being so adorable, asking for a chaperone”. No matter. If it earned him her assistance, he’d happily let her taunt him for the rest of their eternity. He shadowed himself home and picked up a romance novel- one of many Rosie had gifted him over the years as jokes. He could of course always fall back on his moves from his living days, but who knew how well that worked today? No, he definitely needed to update his flirting. Although, her being an older demon, she may find his outdated attempts flattering. The night passed slowly as he read book after book, taking…
December 16, 2025 at 6:15 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
I Turned the Corner (Alastor)
Pt 1: Wherein the radio demon acquires a kink
His thoughts were interrupted by an aggravated, but excited Angel Dust waving a disc in his face. Holding a gloved hand up to get the spider to back away, his head cocked in confusion. “I bet this one’s right up your alley, Smiles!” Angel winked playfully and Alastor had to fight to keep his smile on. The thought of enjoying anything produced by the spider was laughable, but not something he would entertain. “My friend, I can assure you that if it involves… human interest, that I have no interest in viewing-“ Angel had already inserted the disc, and the video began playing. Ears pinning down in disgust, Alastor looked away as his eyes narrowed. He hated his wishes being ignored, especially when it came to such intimate matters. For something that everyone else seemed to hold so sacred, they sure were eager to thrust it onto others. “You once said that you would do anything to fulfill my desires… Is… that still true?” An ear twitched and swiveled to the picture box as his curiosity got the better of him. He knew that voice from somewhere, but who was it? “Of course babydoll. What, you want me to kill someone for you?” Huh, now if murder is the theme, that he could get behind! The feminine voice giggled and as his eyes locked on the screen, his features froze. “As much as I love to see your bloodlust, darling, I was thinking maybe…” The demon he saw at the butcher shop a few weeks ago was playing shy with the spider, pressing her fangs into her finger as she blushed and looked away. Alastor cocked his head, raising an eyebrow in question at Angel and the spider waved for him to just keep watching as he went to sit down. Rolling his eyes, Alastor turned back to the screen. “What’s your desire, sweetheart?” Angel asked his costar, and Alastor had to admit he was impressed with the spider’s acting skills. If he’d not known better, he would think Angel was genuinely in love with the woman… “Vixy, wha- what are you saying? I can’t skin you; I could never hurt you!” Angel cupped her face and pet her hair gently as she looked down ashamed. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to upset you. I… I was just thinking out lou-“ Angel crashed his lips against his costar (Vixen? Vixy? One of those) and rolled his hips against her in a way that had Alastor cringing before he spoke. “If that’s what you really want, you have to tell me why,” Angel growled his line and the actress moaned out her response as if it were her deepest yearning. “I want to see you wear my pelt,” that sweet voice sent his blood to rushing as he stared intently at the demure actress. A vixen, that’s what she was. “The thought of you surrounded in my fur… It makes me want to pull you so deep inside me you never leave.” Oh, sweet Satan that sounded just delicious coming from those luscious obsidian lips. An uncomfortable warmth bloomed in his lap, and Alastor clenched his hand over his cane, crimson gaze narrowing at the screen as the scene played on. This was something he’d not felt since his human life, and even then he’d never felt such an urge in response to erotic pictures or shows. It was simply biology- a filthy need to be quickly taken care of and forgotten. Even his rut season was just a foul mood. This… this was new. He didn’t know what to do with this information, filing the thought away for later examination. “Fuuuck… Well, when you put it that way, how can I deny you?” Alastor had to agree with Angel’s line, crossing his legs as he did his best to relax his posture and leaned on his knuckles. “Uhhhh, Angel? Are we watching a snuff film?” Vaggie asked as she held Charlie. “Of course not! Snuff films are all about unwilling murder victims. Vixy came to me wanting her pelt removed.” Angel grinned slyly, and Alastor heard Vaggie groan out in frustration. His attention was focused solely on the dancing vixen as… He shredded his meal as he consumed the deer, blood spraying across his suit- no matter, he was very good at cleaning up after himself. When finished with his food, that hunger still nagged at him, and he slammed his fist into any tree he could find. Why did that wretched spider have to show him that stupid picture show? Why did he decide to watch it? He could’ve just shadowed out, walked away, destroyed that damnable box! He hadn’t wanted to though. And damn it all, he actually wanted to watch it again! Even better, he wanted to offer that lovely creature that starred in it a deal to be her butcher- what he would give to rip that lovely fur from her as she screamed for him. Wait… what would she want if he offered such a deal? What if she wanted romantic or sexual intimacy in exchange? Money, he could do, a few souls perhaps, but that? He knew he was considered attractive to the local cannibettes, and he was more than confident in his ability to satisfy, but just the thought of having to have relations just to be able to rip off some flesh… Well, he supposed that deal would be equally painful for each party. ‘You know you want to rip her apart in more ways than one,’ his shadow chittered at him, wicked grin spread wide. What was it, exactly, that he wanted? He may have felt a fleeting desire, but what would he feel when face to face with the vixen once again? ‘Especially after seeing every delectable part of her body.’ Ugh, best not to think of that- she was probably used to rabid fans gandering at her. He needed to kill something. He needed to rip flesh apart and crush bones. With a roaring bellow, his claws slashed at the bark of a felled tree as his form began to grow and contort. He needed to release this energy, and there were only so many animals that fell through his earth traps. If it weren’t for the constraints of his soul contract, he’d have no problem finding wretched souls to slaughter. Alastor stalk…
December 16, 2025 at 6:12 PM
bearyacorn.bsky.social
Don’t underestimate the power of anatomical terms. It can actually be pretty hot. Testicles, labia, frenulum, perineum. But also focusing more on what the characters are feeling in that moment can add so much to the temperature too! 💜
December 16, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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Whichever is easiest on you. You do so much, and we want you the least stressed as you can be.
December 16, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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It’s super brave to put yourself out there and be vulnerable, especially on the internet. But as a fan I could never be more proud of you and your team. Thank you for your weird, wonderful brain 💜💜💜
December 15, 2025 at 11:12 PM
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Excuse me while I scream ❤️‍🔥🤌
December 15, 2025 at 12:54 AM