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Hazbin Hotel Fanfic (Commission)
🕑 Added 2020-06-16 23:48:49 +0000 UTCI've been really bad about posting commissions and other shorts that aren't part of the normal lineup.
To remedy this, I'm scheduling a whole bunch of posts to go to Patreon. There's going to be daily posts for a while as these get posted! Some of these commissions rely on outside knowledge or familiarity with character to understand; I'll try and provide context where necessary and possible.
This story is based on characters from "Hazbin Hotel", an animated adult show set in hell. It's currently just a pilot episode which can be found on Youtube.
Diaper content is minimal, as this story is more about the consequences of wearing a diaper for too long than the actual diaper wearing itself. Enjoy!
Angel Dust groaned, scratched the back of his head, and sat up.
“Jesus fuck, what’d I do last night?”
Scratching at the back of his neck, the demon surveyed his surroundings, most of his body still waking up. No hangover meant he hadn’t gotten drunk, but that hardly narrowed the range of illicit substances that might have led to him passing out.
At some point, he’d been moved to a dumpster. Whether that was before he passed out or after, he couldn’t tell. Either way, he had to wrinkle his nose as the overwhelming stink of it all.
He only felt the fire burning between his legs when he tried to sit up.
“Dammit!” He almost jumped out of his skin. From the feel of it, sandpaper was being rubbed against his skin from his thighs all the way up to his waist.
Reaching back with a couple hands, he meant to rub at the tender flesh, but his hands instead met plastic-backed fabric straining to contain a thick layer of squelchy padding.
The diaper’s contents mushed between his legs, burning like a brand. “Well, I guess I got up to some sort of kinky shit last night.”
Trying to keep from sloshing around the contents of his diaper too much, Angel clambered over the edge of the dumpster, landing in a heap on the ground. He needed to get cleaned up, and then find something to soothe the stinging until it could abate.
It wasn’t his first diaper rash rodeo.
Untangling his many limbs, the demon looked down at himself. The diaper was sagging beneath the bottom of his jacket, giving off visible fumes To clean it up, he was going to need a shower or a whole hell of a lot of wipes, and neither of those were going to be found in a pile of garbage out behind a bar.
Hitching up his diaper, Angel started shuffling back to the hotel, wincing all the while.
…
It wasn’t a long walk back, but Angel’s thighs were burning by the time he reached the door. Slinking inside, he crept around the side wall, keeping an eye out for Charlie.
The coast was clear. Sucking in a breath, he braced himself for a whole lot of stinging discomfort and jogged towards the stairs in a rush to get to his room.
“Just…” he panted, “Gotta get… a little privacy around here!”
He made it, slipping into his room without a soul noticing. “Nothing like a clean getaway!” Glancing down, he frowned. “Well, not clean, but you can’t complain if you don’t get caught.”
He was in the clear. Stripping off the diaper, he tossed it out the window in one smooth motion, making a cat yowl somewhere outside. Desperate to get clean, he got in the shower, rinsed himself off, and inspected the damage.
Unsurprisingly given how tender it felt, his skin had turned a bright, cherry red that practically sizzled to the touch.
“Alright,” he told himself, poking and prodding at his tender thighs. “Noooo problem. Just gotta sleep it off.”
That idea worked for all of about five seconds. Lying down, the duvet felt like someone was running a bandsaw against his backside. “YeeOUCH!”
Hopping up, he tried lying face-down, but that did little except change what parts of his tender, rash-worn skin was rubbing against the bedsheets.
Sleeping it off wasn’t going to do any good. Angel was going to need something to ease the rash, or at least something to kill the pain.
Slipping out of his room was a risk, since his backside was still the color of a fire hydrant, but he tugged his jacket down and powered through it.
He had to smirk at himself. “Heh. For once, I don’t want nobody staring at my ass.”
He got his second stroke of luck as he shuffled down the hall, towards the supply closet: Nobody was around. He crept inside and shut the door, shrouding the closet in darkness.
Pawing around the shelves, he tried to find a bottle of something or another that would help. “Alright. Rash cream, aspirin, some dope, just gotta get something. Ugh, it’s too dark to see…” reaching up with a hand, he pulled the string, turned on the light, and-
“Holy tits!” he yelped, jumping back in reflex. Alastor was looming in front of him, looking like he’d just flickered into existence with the light.
In a hurry, Angel pulled the string again, shrouding the room in darkness once again. Maybe it was just a trick of the light.
The string was pulled again, and when the light flickered on Alastor was still there, standing over Angel with a devious smile on his lips. “What have we here?”
“Alastor!” Angel gave his best innocent laugh. “Funny running into you here! I was just looking for some... uh… some aspirin. For a headache.”
“Charlie threw away anything you might try and use to get high,” Alastor explained, showing teeth. Whether it was a grin or a threat display, Angel couldn’t tell. “Though, I’ve never heard of someone using rash cream for a headache.”
“I… well, what you don’t realize is, uh…” Deflating, Angel clasped both pairs of hands and dropped to his knees. That was a mistake, and he yowled in pain as his weight got put on his raw skin, hopping back upright in an instant. “You can’t tell Charlie. I’d be ruined!”
“Oh?” Alastor loomed, a wide smirk on his face. “I’m so interested to hear this.”
“Well, she’s just such a damned goodie two-shoes!” Angel Dust wiped sweat away from his forehead, frowning. “She finds out I got a diaper rash, she’ll probably insist on putting me through potty training or some crap like that!”
Alastor’s smile widened. “And you think I wouldn’t enjoy watching you go through that?”
Heart sinking, Angel scrambled for something to say, but all that came out was sputtering.
Letting that go for a few long moments, the radio demon finally shook his head. “Don’t worry. I think it’ll be much more fun to watch you try and keep this under wraps. My lips are sealed.”
Sighing in relief, Angel scanned the shelves, but there wasn’t anything useful. He’d just have to tough it and avoid sitting down for a while.
“Alright,” he sighed, coming out of the closet and wiping his brow. “I can-”
“Angel!” Charlie exclaimed brightly. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”
Angel stared back at Charlie’s genuine smile, eyes widening in terror. “Y-you been looking for me? Well, I’ve… been busy! And I’m still busy! So I gotta go!”
He started to sidle beside the hotel’s owner, but it was no use. Her grin was implacable as she took his arm. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long at all!”
She dragged him towards the stairs, and it was all Angel could do to keep up with her without yelping in discomfort as his rash-covered thighs rubbed against each other. “W-what’s the big idea, Charlie?”
“Well,” Charlie said, smiling from ear to ear. “Now that we’re a real hotel, with real guests, I figured we needed to celebrate! And since you’re the first person to stay, you get to be the guest of honor!”
“I-”
“I know I said there shouldn’t be alcohol here, but I even got some champagne! Just this once can’t hurt, right?”
“But-”
“And you even get the seat at the head of the table!”
“Lemme go!” Angel finally yelped, jerking his arm away as they got to the dining room.
It was about what he’d expected, from the description “Charlie threw a party”. Including the four members of the hotel staff and Angel himself, there were… five people there. She’d at least managed to cook some real food, and there were hand-colored banners hanging from the ceiling.
“Hey,” Vaggie said, rolling her eyes at Charlie from across the table. “You got the ‘guest of honor’, can we eat already?”
“In just a second!” Charlie beamed. “Angel, why don’t you have a seat at the table and I’ll give a toast.”
Angel blanched as he looked at the rough, wooden chair at the head of the table. Soft sheets were torture, let alone getting a splinter in his ass while his backside was this raw.
“I…” Angel tugged down the back of his jacket a little further, scooting along the wall towards the chair. “I… well, I don’t know, I’ve got so much stuff to get to…”
“Just let me give you a toast, first,” Charlie said, “Then I’ll get out of your fur. Okay?”
“Sure, sure!” Angel said, scooting up to the table and standing by the chair. “I… I’ll just stand here!”
“No, sit!” Charlie insisted. “Let me pour you some champagne.”
“Heh…” His gaze darting around the room, Angel stammered for a better excuse. “You know, it’s good for your health to stand while you eat! I read that in a book!”
Rolling her eyes, Charlie stepped forward and pulled out the chair. “Come on, why don’t you want to sit?”
To his side, Vaggie snorted. “I bet he’s got the clam something awful.”
Now that was an insult that he couldn’t abide. Whatever his failings, Angel always used protection. Wheeling on her, Angel yelled, “It’s not chlamydia, it’s diaper rash!”
Silence filled the room for a moment while everyone processed what he’d said.
“I… that is, what I mean, uh…” he started. It was too late. The snickering had already started, and Charlie was grinning from ear to ear.
…
“Now, there, doesn’t that feel better?” Charlie asked, patting Angel’s crinkly bottom. Baby powder puffed into the air, almost enough to make him cough.
A healthy dose of rash cream and some painkillers had been applied, and he was admittedly feeling a lot better, but Angel really doubted it was worth it.
“You should have told me about your problem sooner! Now, I’ll be sure to check you regularly so you don’t get a rash again,” Charlie cooed, elated to be doing something helpful. “And I told everyone that if they laugh at you for it, they’ll have to deal with me. You can just lie back and focus on being a better person, Charlie’s gonna take good care of you.”
