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greenandsorrow · 7 days ago

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I kinda served with this one. Or maybe I just missed writing and reading Alastor fanfiction.

the price for misbehaving (ii)

post rut Alastor x gn!reader

WARNINGS; the aftermath of a very horny fic, mentions of deer mating season, friends to lovers, deer/doe!demon!reader, reader with self worth doubts, a sprinkle of angst, curly-haired!Alastor, undertones of Alastor being a momma's boy, mentions of his past, making out, fluff (literally), there's plot

Dividers by; @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune

Please do not repost or directly copy my work and don't use it on AI platforms either ❤️

From a smutty oneshot to a multi chap fic. Nothing can compare to the chunkiness of the 1st chapter, but I'm satisfied with this one as well. Enjoy you lovely beings and thanks for being patient with me!!! The art above is by @kalico-of-doom.

~masterpost~

The only time Alastor isn't smiling is when he's sleeping, you have come to realize. You can't help but notice how tired he looks as you lay motionless beside him. You start petting his ears and he groans softly, nuzzling deeper into your touch without even bothering to open his eyes. A small smile forms on his mouth, a real one. Is this really the same man that has been fucking you until your legs stop working?

In the morning you wake up in his bed, a daily occurrence at this point. However, you weren't expecting him to be staring deeply into your contemned soul.

"A- Al?"

Your voice is hoarse from sleep. You scratch your deer ears, flop on your back and stretch. Alastor keeps staring, studying you and every micro expression you make.

You can feel fear creeping into your gut. Is this the end? Is the rutting season gone? Does he want to kill you and eat you now? Will he kick you out? One thing is certain.

He doesn't need you anymore.

After all, you were just a friend helping him go through a difficult time. Nothing more. Still, you would be lying to yourself if you said that you haven't caught any feelings. From his forceful claiming -that hid a great deal of desperation- to his tender love making last night, Alastor has left more than just his mark on you. One could say that he owns you in the most primal and raw of ways, but if he chooses to deny that... -that's all it takes really- then you were nothing but a fucktoy.

"Um... I- I'm gonna take a shower"

Is that you doing the walk of shame? Alastor is a gentleman, why isn't he saying anything?! Not a single thing that could make you feel less terrible about the whole situation!

Now that his hormones have died down and you are far from aroused as well, getting out of bed and standing completely naked in front of him... It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable, small and inferior...

This new emotion, the deep embarrassment that has your face feeling hot and your stomach churning with anxiety makes you dress up and leave "your friend's" room in the speed of light.

You lock yourself in your much smaller room, preparing a bubble bath for your spent and tired body. You smile to yourself a little, remembering how Charlie had made sure you'd have your own bathtub so that you can read your books while soaking in the warm water.

Sinking in the now filled tub, having the water envelope your frame, cleanse your energy and take his scent off of you feels nice. You let your eyes droop until they close lazily, you allow your shoulders to relax, your jaw to unclench.

A long and audible sigh.

Your hands around your frame.

You start crying.

If another deer demon resided in the hotel, he might as well had spent his breeding season with them. You weren't special. The mere thought of such a thing is killing you. You were just another victim of the radio demon's manipulation.

Still, it's your fault as well. For believing this was more than what it appeared to be? Maybe. You are getting more and more confused by the minute.

But oh... the way he had been repeating your name like a prayer... It must mean something to him -you being there for him. You didn't even judge the way he had spilled tears of sexual frustration when handjobs weren't enough to relieve the ache in his loins.

Who else has seen Alastor Hartfelt of Pride under this light? No one. You are the only exception. He wouldn't have allowed you to get so close to him if he didn't trust you... Right?

As your thoughts keep overlapping and fighting with each other and you continue to cry softly, you peak up the all too familiar sound of static.

Another unfair thing! He can melt into shadow and go anywhere he pleases... The sound intensifies as he approaches... you? Is he really thinking of invading your space like that? You can't even cry and be miserable in peace! Not like you're in Hell.

"Bonjou! Konmen s'apé kouri? Huh?"

Not only are you not in the mood to ask him to translate what he just said, but Alastor literally spawned in your bathroom and he's now acting like this is an okay thing to do. The way he's readjusting his lapels and smiling smugly like he wasn't a grunting mess last night infuriates you even further.

"Can you please get the fuck out of here?"

"Mh?" he just stands there in his usual apathy. He's even holding his cane.

"Can you at least stop smiling for a second?"

"Oh ho! I'm afraid I can't do that my deer!"

"But you can definitely get your ass out of my room! I-"

The sound of your voice carries to your ears like a whining child. There's a lump in your throat that you're beginning to fear you won't be able to keep down for much longer. If your face and hair weren't already wet from the bath, then it would be crystal clear that you were weeping like an idiot before he saw himself in.

Alastor is quick to gauge your body language. You're hugging your knees -shielding your naked body from him. Sometimes you swear he can tell your emotional state by sniffing the air around you. It's like your scent is enough for him to piece together the puzzle that you are.

The radio demon scranches his nose.

"What's there to be so sad over y/n? Today is a beautiful day!"

Is he playing stupid?! Because if he's doing this on purpose... Well, there's not much you can do now that he doesn't need you anymore.

Your lower lip trembles at this terrible thought and the lump in your throat escapes your notice, resulting in a broken and weak sob to come out of you.

Tilting his head to the side way more than necessary and squinting his eyes, Alastor asks "Are you pregnant?"

You freeze and widen your eyes. "I- Is that even... even fuckin' possible in the afterlife?"

The fucker chuckles!

"Oh, I don't think so, at least not for lowly demons such as yourself!" The worst part is that he wasn't trying to insult you by saying that, but rather calm you down.

"Go to Hell."

"Ironic."

You can't help it now. You break down in tears. Your chest feels tight as the sobs ripple through your body and make your frame retreat to itself. In addition to your general misery, the water has gone cold, causing you to shiver.

The overlord places his cane against the tiles of the bathroom wall and crouches down so he is level with you. He won't let it show just yet, but Alastor is very worried. There's guilt eating him from the inside.

While he was in musth, in breeding mode -or in whatever you wanna call it-, he wasn't fully aware of his actions. Alastor's mind was blurred from the desire to mate and basically reproduce. Now that he's back to his senses, he has come to the unpleasant realisation that he might have caused you harm in the process of letting out his passion.

And this simply won't do! This deer demon has done cruel and vile things he doesn't even feel particularly bad about... but hurting you... He would never be able to forgive himself.

You were there for him and showed him a great deal of love and understanding.

So, that's the reason you left so hurriedly from his quarters... He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you. HE DID THIS TO YOU.

Alastor's permanent grin fades just slightly. It is replaced by concern, evident in the way he looks at your trembling body in the water. He reaches out to gently touch your skin, checking for any signs of pain or discomfort. Your friend's voice softens, it's now filled with genuine worry and regret.

"I'm so sorry darling... I didn't know I caused you... pain."

It's true that you have many bruises and hickeys decorating various places on your body, but that's not the reason behind your breakdown.

"I- It's not th-" you just look down. You can't even explain yourself.

The radio demon's worry only deepens after your vague response and he quickly takes action to be by your side, pulling you out of the bathtub and into a tight hug. Alastor whispers reassurances in your ear, his voice filled with remorse.

"I'm so sorry... We should have stopped when it got too much."

No one has heard Alastor apologize before -not even God, for all that's worth.

His expression softens even further as he sees your tears that just keep coming. He carefully brushes them away, worry etched into every line of his handsome face.

"I didn't mean to make you cry. You must know that."

"I'm not in pain... Just sad."

You do look rather devastated.

Alastor is almost frozen in place from all the guilt since he can now see the bruises forming on your skin. The water camouflaged them, but now they are exposed for him to observe and take in.

He swallows hard, his voice shaking with emotion like never before. "Y/n... I didn't mean to do that. I didn't. None of it."

"None of it?"

Your voice is muffled due to how you have hid your face in his chest. At least he's warm.

"My intention wasn't to cause you injury or physical pain."

You look up at him, finally making eye contact. He's looking at you as well, eyes shining with regret, guilt and what appears to be shame.

What really surprises you, though, is the pleading tone of his voice. It's one thing to be vulnerable because he's hungry for sexual contact and another because he genuinely cares for you.

"Can you ever forgive me for this? I promise, it was never my true intention. I just... I got carried away. And now... It's not an excuse..."

"You really meant none of it to happen between us?"

"Now, now, little deer! Someone's getting ahead of themselves! That's not what I implied at all."

You sigh and settle in his lap.

"Oh mon cher, did you really think I regret our... stimulating times?"

Alastor's long arms press you against him, his clothes absorbing the water on your still bare skin. He then picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bed. It's not king sized like his, but he doesn't seem to care for such details right now.

"Now... Let me see you."

"I said I'm fine!"

"The artist will be the evaluator of his work."

"No Al! Artists get critics to evaluate their work."

"Hmmm, did you say something, dear? Cause I didn't hear you!"

It's a common tactic of his to hide his real feelings by being chatty and pleasant. You of course know that, but in your current state, it's very validating to have him take care of you.

So he did care. And he still does after having stopped necessarily needing you.

Alastor isn't joking around. He's searching your body, subconsciously writing down every scratch, every bruise and hickey, every bite mark.

Ears alert on top of his head, eyes wide open. He can even make out the shape of his fingertips on your hips... He turns you on your stomach only to discover his whole palms are imprinted on your buttocks. Meanwhile, you just allow him to inspect your body for as long as he wishes. All the crying has left you drained but also tranquil and calm.

"I'm fine Al. Really."

"Shhh, I'm not done evaluating the damage."

"It's just a bite or two."

"I drew so much blood..."

"Yes and?"

He just keeps observing, keeps rolling you this way and that. The scratches and the bruises are the most triggering to him. They remind Alastor of unhappy memories -back when he still hadn't taken good care of his father.

As long as he hasn't permanently marked you, it should be fine.

"I'll ask Niffty for some ice."

"N- no... Can we just... sit here? Like... cuddle?"

"You were my solace."

"What-"

He gently presses a finger on your lips to shush you.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to say that. It's not like I helped you with a flat tire or something."

"I don't do cuddling."

"Nor touching for that matter. But... It's not that bad, huh? Just let me put something on first."

You stand up and go to your closet to pick something to put on. Your hair is still wet and your legs still feel sore from your intense moments -but it was a big relief to know he still wants you in his life now the rut has ended.

Alastor's behaviour makes you wonder. He's contradictory. From fucking your throat in his radio station, to bending you over various objects in the hotel, taking you in missionary, against walls, windows and doors, he still seems pretty reluctant to give himself to intimacy. Unlike those times, his mind is now clear -no overwhelming heat involved. Intimacy equals vulnerability ...and to him vulnerability equals pain. The inevitable way in which things had worked out in his life.

"But we did sleep together until yesterday."

The radio demon cannot deny you. He's already sat at the edge of your bed, taking off his coat, shoes and anything else that could make the experience any less enjoyable.

"I wish I could say you'll take this to your grave."

You grin brightly and chuckle at his silly, little remark. Your confidence has been restored -to an extent- after he made it clear that he does concern himself with your wellbeing.

"But why don't you like being touched? Physical contact is a form of affection."

"Or a form of punishment, of intimidation, domination and... many other vile things, my dear deer..." His voice is too low for your liking as he says that.

You don't know what burdens Alastor's shoulders, but it can't be good -and I'm not even referring to his own cruelty and the pain he has inflicted on others. Maybe his opinion on physical contact is connected to the endless scars on his body.

"Oh well whatevs Al. I just want my cuddles."

The way his ears are pulled back and he looks at you almost like he's a shy and innocent boy makes your heart bit faster. At least there's no velvet rubbing off his antlers this time.

Alastor is extremely gentle and cautious in the way he handles you this time. He lays down on his back and you use his chest as a pillow.

It's a cozy place.

His chest. He has some fluff there, just like Angel, but unlike the former, he hides it under layers of clothing and keeps it unstyled. Still, it's undoubtedly soft and fuzzy and you like to sink your hand in it or swirl the soft fur around your fingertips. The radio demon isn't complaining -as one would expect. It's soothing to have someone touch his body in a non-hostile manner. It's refreshing to have someone appreciate his body as it is.

Would you also appreciate it if you saw him as he once was?

His father hadn't. He could handle the child of a mixed marriage, but Alastor wasn't just mixed, but also looked the part -and according to the racist beliefs of his father in the 1900's, that was a bad thing.

As you're happily nuzzled against his long and elegant neck, your friend's mind wanders. You lived during the 90's. What would it have been like if he had also lived during that period? Everything would have been different. The town he grew up in, his relationship with his parents, his career as a radio host -and a serial killer.

"Did you know that my hair is naturally curly?"

Your ears perk up at that and Alastor gently takes hold of them and pulls at them from the root, just slightly.

"That feels nice..."

"Oh I know."

"What were you saying?"

"Oh yes, my hair's curly! Since I was nothing but a tiny, adorable, baby boy! ...my mother... she..."

His hand lets go of your ears and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he takes a deep breath and lets it out in a long sigh.

There's a melancholy about him now and you feel the need to comfort him. He's opening up to you by being genuine and vulnerable. Alastor is sharing a part of who he used to be and the least you can do is listen. You resume your activities on his fluff, almost massaging the area. He seems to like it, for a moment closing his eyes and letting a sound like purring.

"Can you keep this up?"

"Sure Al."

"Merci. What was I saying...? Oh yes, of course... Mama and my curly mop."

The radio effect of his voice and his arms around you make you feel like you're a kid being told a bedtime story.

It's a good thing the other residents have gotten used to you and Alastor disappearing together for long periods of time. His soft chest fluff under the pads of your fingers only intensifies the feeling of being told a story while tucked in bed, warm and safe from the outside world.

"It's truly amazing how much power is given to hair in certain cultures. In my culture, dear y/n, hair texture served as an indicator of social status. My family -a wedding between a white man and a creole woman of colour... Oh ho dear! It was something else back then...-

As a kid, I was always the one teased for having “weird hair”, as if it didn’t match my other facial features. When school began, my sweet mama, she... she would put my hair in locs to protect the curls. Apparently, they didn't like that at school! So my father... he -radio static intensifies- he made my mother shave it. He claimed that if my mother and I wore our hair differently, then no one would take us seriously."

You take a moment to digest this new piece information. It's true that locs enclose the natural hair and help it stay intact. It's also true that Alastor grew up in a time when it was very difficult to be of a cultural background which was different to the majority's. You choose to not comment on anything -that's not your job.

You swirl some more of his fluff around your fingertips before moving your hand to his hair.

"Well, it's not curly in the afterlife."

You feel the vibration of his chuckle through your check that's resting on his chest.

"But it is!"

Alastor lets out a satisfied sound as he presses you even tighter against him and begins rumbling about his hair care routine. He uses anti frizz oils, heat protection oils and then blow dries it. Truth is, that's just the steps you managed to actually register in your brain, because a sleepiness started overtaking you as you stayed laying in his embrace.

You're now fading between consciousness and unconsciousness. It almost feels like you're floating. Is this what Heaven is like?

Maybe it is. Maybe it is not. But you did manage to find your little oasis in Hell. And so did he.

Alastor looks down at your much smaller frame curled up against him. Your breath has slowed down and your eyes are closing. Why does it feel so warm and soft to have you close to him like this? He knows he shouldn't be letting his guard down, but he can't help it when it comes to you.

The radio demon is enamoured with you.

Wanting to make the experience even cozier and dreamier for his favourite sinner, Alastor starts singing quietly. His sense of rhythm is immaculate and his jazzy tunes make you fall sound asleep in no time whatsoever.

When you wake up an hour or so later, he still hasn't moved, but he acknowledges that you're awake with a small hum.

"Oh wakey wakey my darling y/n!" had been his usual response to you waking up while he was in the rut. However, right now he appears to be much more unguarded and raw than his usual persona -no need to put up a show. You haven't even woken up properly and you're already wondering about this new side of him.

"Al? Is everything okay?"

"Oh why, yes it is, but there's this thought occupying my brilliant mind..."

"Care to share it with my not so brilliant one?"

You expected him to laugh or even chuckle, but Alastor goes straight to the point.

"All this... making love and we still haven't kissed. Not really."

Kissing him would mean you actually view him romantically and whatever "friends with benefits" situation you have going on will be destroyed. That's not a bad thing though. Despite your initial fears of your fellow deer demon being too emotionally unavailable and only needing you to calm down the torment of his lust, a kiss wouldn't hurt. Kisses are good.

"We can change that y'know."

You make the first step by leaning towards him, basically giving him the green light that you're consenting to this. Alastor notices it and wastes no time, pressing his lips against yours while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into another embrace. He smiles widely as you kiss, his head tilting slightly as he runs his fingers through your hair. After a few seconds pass, he pulls his head back, slowly breaking the kiss as he looks into your eyes with a broad smile -that reaches his eyes.

"Aren't you delightful?!" and he dives back in.

Alastor's second kiss with you is firm and passionate -but not overly aggressive. His lips are warm and he seems to enjoy the intimacy of it -taking his time to explore your mouth. As the kiss progresses, he gradually increases the pressure of his lips on yours. His arms wrap around your waist and his tongue slowly wanders further into the welcoming heat of your mouth.

Once again -just like when it came to sex-, you have come to the conclusion that Alastor isn't that experienced, but some raw power -an instinct if you will- provides him with the ability to do all the right moves at the right time.

And then, you just break character. You burst into laughter. His large and pointed ears twitch at that change of pace.

"When I thought I was doing a good job~"

"Oh no, that's not it at all. I'm just happy." You're giddy and so is he.

Maybe not needing you but actually wanting you isn't the worst case scenario.

To be continued.

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greenandsorrow · 7 days ago

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I tried to very, very, very lightly edit this, since I re-read it to write part 3. It was mostly grammar and spelling errors that I focused on, but I wasn't too meticulous either.

Also.... The horniness level and the excessive descriptions of his cock👀

I feel like my writing has changed a bit since the beginning of the year, but that's not a bad thing (hopefully).

the price for misbehaving (i)

Alastor in the rut x gn!reader

WARNINGS; 18+, reader with female parts, horniness & hormones, deer/doe!demon!reader, breeding k1nk, primal instincts, mentions of deer mating season, premature ejaculation, masturbation, dry humping, penetrative sex, marking & biting, friends to lovers, very descriptive, smut with emotion, corn with plot, fictional man being pathetic

Dividers by; @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics

Please do not repost or directly copy my work and don't use it on AI platforms either ❤️

I somehow always manage to write more than originally planned, so this is big. Also, this is my first time writing a gender neutral reader -I'm still learning.

my original idea • ~masterpost~

Alastor is the radio demon. You have no clue how he manages to behave like he's the epitome of etiquette and a true gentleman, while also having the reputation of one of the most dangerous citizens of Hell, an overlord, a sinister killer and a cannibal.

Alastor is your friend. You fell in Hell three decades after him, but the fact that you're also a deer demon seemed to get him interested in you. His smile is less a sign of dominance and more one of sympathy around you. What's more, the radio demon is a tad bit protective when it comes to you. You'll never know it, but Alastor has his way of keeping you safe, discreetly pulling the strings, luckily for your sake.

He had been missing for years and when he had come to your door, big grin, shiny hooves and polished cane and had told you about the "Hazbin Hotel" you hadn't questioned much. It was weird that someone like him would back up Lucifer's daughter on such an idealistic plan, but with the extermination being a constant bane in your life, you had agreed heartily. You had wrapped your arms around Alastor's lean frame in a never recorpirated hug and you'd been off to your new place of residence.

You like the hotel. You and Niffty are old friends, the barman is a familiar face and Charlie is thrilled to have you here. The other residents have been no trouble to you, so you've managed to adjust to your new lifestyle no problem.

Let's not forget one thing though, you're all sinners and Alastor is ten times the amount you are. This comes with consequences for him. Alastor is bound to face an eternal struggle against his animal side, a struggle that he's been destined to lose. According to Angel, the radio demon you call your friend would identify as asexual had he been born later on Earth. But even with that, the urges he has to experience during the rutting season can't be prevented. You're still unaware your friend has to go through this.

But that's Alastor's price for misbehaving.

It's another evening at the hotel.

Charlie and Vaggie are on a date and that means no planned activities for the rest of you. You like the peace and quiet. Your deer ears are lowered in concentration as you're sitting on the couch of the lounge area, reading a book which has turned out to be a sick and twisted edition of Pride & Prejudice.

Alastor's been very distant since the beginning of autumn. More than usual. It's almost October now... and it has peaked your interest why he has been spending whole days locked up in his quarters. Sometime during September, you two had been chatting merrily about jazz, when all of a sudden his pupils had shrank and he had let out an uncharacteristically shaky sigh. You remember how his breathing had sped up and he had smiled politely before vanishing into thin air.

You're about to stand up and go to your room, when your ears practically perk up at the sound of static. You know this sound... and even though it usually means bad news, you look up and give the source of it a little smile. "Oh, hi Al..."

Alastor's antlers begin to grow, but he can control himself for now. The rutting starts hitting him with a new wave of frustration -and it's getting worse now that he's in your presence.

"My favorite y/n! What are you reading my dear?", his grin and confidence hide how vulnerable he feels in this state.

"Charlie gifted me some of her old books and-"

"Oh Charlie! She is a gem, isn't she?" Alastor suddenly leans to the side, as if trying to scratch something out of his hair. His face quickly returns back to its normal grin... but he also begins to scratch his arm.

You chuckle awkwardly. Why is he looking so irritable?

"Well, she's so nice, I can't disagree with you there... and I'm glad she finally decided to take some time off to spend with her girlfriend."

He laughs, showing off his sharp teeth as you initiate in small talk.

Alastor can feel a voice deep within calling him to give in and claim you, breed you 'till his hunger is satisfied. The radio demon's expression fades to an empty, dull stare, as his instincts fight against him. Now you're feeling uneasy and you shift in your seat.

"Ah- sorry dear. Got caught up there, I forgot myself." Alastor takes a quick breath, his eyes narrowing as he struggles to stay in control. "Don't you worry y/n! I'm certainly quite harmless."

He's in full rutting mode, his voice starts becoming breathy -the animalistic urges taking over. It's only getting worse as he stands close to you, the hormones increasing his urge to be near you, to make you his and his alone.

His voice is hoarse now and his breathing heavier. "Have you seen Niffty by chance?"

His ears move as if they're itching him.

You clear your throat and try to keep your curiosity regarding his behavior at bay. "I'm afraid I haven't, she's probably killing bugs somewhere..."

Alastor's expression shifts to one of pure annoyance. To your oblivious so far mind, Al is probably just pissed off at something. "Well then, if you happen to see her, do tell her she better not disturb me at my room... and don't you dare forget it my dear!"

"I- I won't."

His pupils almost completely disappear as he stares at you and his mouth curls into a snarl with his yellowish teeth out.

He has a hypnotic effect on you, you're beginning to feel lightheaded being near him. He takes a step back, moving a safe distance away from you -because he feels like he's gonna launch on you at any given moment. Alastor is getting tired of trying to maintain his composure around you.

He hates how shallow his breathing has become, how the urge to take you has become too much for him to bear. A low growling noise escapes him.

Alastor watches as you resume your previous activity of reading. Humiliated from his lack of control and frustrated from the stinging sensation in his loins he slips away from the lounge.

Alastor is alone now, his eyes wild with lust and desperation, as he looks around his room in a frenzy. He grabs a pillow and starts rubbing his groin against it. He feels like his body is melting from all the heatb -he can't help but imagine the pillow is your backside.

"Oh~", he breathes out raggedly, his inhales shallower and shallower as his imagination toys with him. You'd look so delicious in the place of the lifeless pillow... Alastor's heart is racing and his antlers have grown sharp and tall on his head.

He is overwhelmed, being rather sexually unbothered the rest of the year has made his shaft extra sensitive.

...why him? Why does he have to go through this rutting thing? It makes him feel powerless and he hates it...

Alastor groans in desperation. He squeezes his eyes shut, imagining your soft skin sliding against his body... He thinks of your cute fluffy tail. You get all your clothes tailored so that there's space for it to protrude while he always tucks his own in his suit pants...

In a fury, he takes off his coat and crawls on the bed, placing the pillow between his legs. He's in all fours as he humps it like a real deer.

He keeps growling, the sound mixing with static. He can't stop thinking of you -the perfect mate... another deer. Alastor's mind is playing out all these amazing things, your smile and your voice, your butt, your ears that match his own... and your neck that he'd definitely mark with his teeth if he was ever given the chance.

Alastor is in a trance. With shaky hands he curses himself for, he reaches down to his crotch and takes out his cock. His tip is flushed and swollen and he hisses as he continues to push his hips against the pillow. The deer demon grunts softly, his hips moving involuntarily with restless abandon as he pretends to be mating with a partner.

"Take that... oh~" Alastor's cock throbs painfully, desperate for release. The pillow has been providing him with some much needed friction the last few weeks, but he knows it soon won't be enough to satisfy him. His red hair is sticking to his forehead and he's panting so much -chasing his release with a desperation he'd consider pathetic, if he could focus on anything else than his tightening balls.

Alastor continues to rub against the pillow and the motion makes his tail slip out of his suit pants. He can feel his body heat up even more, sweat beading on his forehead as he approaches his climax.

Your curiosity has gotten the best of you. You can't concentrate on your book and all you can think of is Alastor. In any case, the other residents of the hotel are busy doing their own thing, so there's no one stopping you from walking all the way to Alastor's rooms. There's static coming from his bedroom, but what really intrigues you are the groans... they're rather guttural... You assume he maybe hunted down an animal and he's devouring it? This has to be it...

On the other side of the door, Alastor is shaking with desire and his heart is pounding. The smell of you -that he assumes is part of his fantasy- is driving him insane, as he is almost ready to release a torrent of hot cum on his pillow.

"Alastor?" you knock on the big, ornate door.

This sudden interruption almost causes Alastor to fall over. He quickly covers his twitching member and throws the pillow away from him. One would expect him to feel embarrassed, but his first thought at being caught red handed is to kill you. Luckily for you, it's just a thought.

"Al? It's y/n. Can I come in?"

The radio demon's face contorts in desperation as he realizes how unsatisfied he feels. His hips are still rocking back and forth slightly, despite his attempts to control his body.

Why did you have to pay him a visit NOW? He was so close to finding relief...

Alastor has become desperate and not to mention agitated. What if you smell his arousal in the air? What if you look down and see the outline of his dick in his pants?!

He groans and shifts uncomfortably. The demon closes his eyes for a moment as he tries to even out his breathing.

Eventually, he shakes his head and walks to the door. He has fought against mighty overlords, he shouldn't hesitate to face his harmless friend just because he is in the rut.

Alastor doesn't want to admit it, but he most definitely is in breeding mode. Proof of that... the moment he opens the door, your smell becomes so strong to his heightened senses that he almost cums in his pants from it alone. Your friend bites back a groan.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, my dear?"

Taking in his appearance, something is definitely off to your inquisitive eyes. You notice how he's only in his shirt and vest -something truly rare for the Alastor you've come to know. His bow tie is crooked and the cherry on top... you can see his tail! It's red like his ears and... moving? You wonder why.

"Is he in musth or something?" you joke in your head.

"I was just bored in all honesty... Everyone is occupied with something. Um... you look... sick?"

"Ha!Ha! Don't be absurd y/n! You can't get any sicker than you already are in Hell!"

He can't hide the slight edge from his voice. He claims he is fine, but the look on his face screams otherwise.

Alastor's temperature keeps rising, his body is so sensitive and without realizing it, he neglects to filter his voice.

"Would you like to come in?"

Your eyes widen and you look at him with genuine surprise clear on your features. He quickly catches up that he screwed, but lets it go, the shivers he's starting to experience as his unattended cock is asking for some action having gained all his focus.

The air in the room is thick and you begin to have second thoughts about your decision to come here, but it's too late for that, so you just walk in Alastor's bedroom. His quarters are always clean and intimidating just like their occupant. Still, you like coming here, he's never been hostile towards you and if anything, dancing with Alastor or spilling some tea with him has always been part of your routine here at the hotel.

"Wanna dance?"

"You know I always do." Alastor manages to keep his smile and composure despite the sweat running down his back.

The jookbox starts playing on its own and you casually walk closer to your years long friend. Since he's always been much taller, you place your hands on his chest, while he wraps his own around your waist.

Alastor's lips start tingling as he looks down at your exposed neck. He bites the insides of his mouth until he tastes blood -he can't allow himself to think about you like that.

You sway back and forth in the rhythm of the old timey tunes, inevitably rubbing against him. The new found friction has him biting down on his tongue and clenching his fists behind your back until his nails are piercing his palms -otherwise he'd be howling out in despair.

Immersed in the songs you love so much, you unconsciously shift even closer to your fellow deer demon, but he harshly jerks away from you, his expression growing panicked. "H- haha... I c- can't let you d- do that my friend!"

You frown. Why can't you dance with him like you always do? ...and did the radio demon just stutter? You sigh at his lack of cheerfulness and look down.

Your now downcast gaze gives you a nice view of his... crotch area... and the said area has a raging bulge. Your first thought is to touch it and indulge in the attraction you've always felt for Alastor, but the way his antlers are growing right now and the static that's peaking up again make you turn to leave.

Long fingers wrap around your wrist in an instant and when you turn back at him, his eyes have changed.

"The song's not over dear y/n.", he says in the same strained tone and you swallow.

"R- right... my bad."

He has you pressed tightly against him in no time and he's swaying with you almost like he's on autopilot. And you can now feel his unbelievably hard erection against your lower body. Alastor grunts softly, his eternal smile faltering as his cock keeps throbbing painfully within his pants, desperate for release.

The demon's eyes wander over you, taking in your form. He knows he has to maintain some semblance of control, but his hormones are off the roof. Without realizing the inappropriateness of his actions, Alastor reaches out to touch you, fingers grazing the skin of your cheek. The demon's cock throbs even harder at the contact, leaking pre-cum in his underwear.

"You're so beautiful..."

Heat pools in your belly and your face flushes at his simple comment. He's a charmer, but that's a new one. His monocle slips down slightly as he leans in close, his scent of musk and arousal surrounding you.

Alastor's hands move to your hips, pulling you impossibly close. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with lust and a primal need. He presses his hips against yours and you can feel his clothed cock twitching eagerly.

His monocle falls to the floor as he loses himself in the rutting.

"Al- what's happening?"

Before you can question his unusual behaviour any further, Alastor presses his hardened length against your stomach with intent. A mix of frustration and pleasure is clear on his features.

To say you're surprised would be an understatement, but you don't stop him. You watch in awe as your bricked up friend loses himself to lust and his need to mate.

Your innocent dancing moment has turned into him dry humping you. He releases a guttural groan -too far gone to care about composure.

Alastor begins to grind against you faster, mimicking the movements of a rutting deer. His grip tightens around you, his need growing stronger and overwhelming. The bulge in his pants keeps pushing insistently against you, but you're so stunned by this turn of events that you grab him by the arms and take a step back.

Alastor's eyes flatter open and for a moment... He snaps out of his blurry state of mind. He straightens and clears his throat. He then gives you a stern look, with ears lowered.

"Get out."

"B- but we were-"

"You don't want to make me repeat myself."

The moment he's alone again, Alastor works the buttons of his dress pants in a daze, freeing his swollen cock. A low growl rumbles in his chest -and the deer demon is convinced that if he doesn't cum in the following minute, he's going to die a second time. He keeps making soft sounds, his body aching with the need to mate.

He had you right here, but he can't bring himself to be so vulnerable in front of someone other than himself.

What would Vox say if he found out that Alastor is forced to go through a mating season like some fucking animal? Why does the price of his sins have to manifest into some primal need to breed?

"Fffffuck!"

His mind gets fixated on the ache between his legs.

With an animalistic sound of pure lust, Alastor reaches down and wraps his fingers around one of his heavy testacles. He squeezes it gently, feeling his warm seed oozing out his slit. He leaks copious amounts of pre-cum on his crimson bedsheets. The radio demon watches, transfixed by the sight of his own seed dripping down the length of his hard dick. It's a powerful aphrodisiac for him and he can't help but imagine it spilling into you instead.

His cock twitches in anticipation and he gives in. Every day since the rutting season began, he has been trying to suppress his instincts and today has been no different, if anything, your presence made his hormones go even more nuts... and you should be happy you're not carrying his fawns by now.

Alastor begins to stroke himself -legs spread and sweat making his clothes stick to his body. His breath catches in his throat as his hips involuntarily back into his hand. The tips of his claws grow slightly and he's jerking himself off at a punishing pace now. Alastor's groans turn into pleasured whimpers as he arches his back, driving his erection deeper in his hand.

What would it feel like to finish inside you? To make you come... To have your heat contracting around his rock-hard member as you milk him past the point of no return?

"Oh- ...agh- y/n..."

He's murmuring things in unknown languages, but it all comes back to your name.

Alastor's hips begin to thrust forward in time with his strokes, seeking release from the torment of his lust. He snarls and growls in a throaty manner. He physically can't take it anymore, his balls feel like they're on fire...

The radio demon's eyes roll back in his head, the pleasure is intense, but it's only fueling his desire for a real partner more.

His fingers are sliding up and down his sensitive shaft and he can feel himself getting closer -but he knows that's not enough. Alastor's breath has become ragged, his monocle forgotten along with his pride somewhere far away... his vision is blurring...

Feeling himself nearing the edge, Alastor grits his teeth and pushes through the ache. His muscles tense... and then, he finally comes in a powerful burst of pleasure, shooting thick ropes of cum across the room. He keeps coming, his hips bucking upward, pushing his cock even deeper into his fist as he empties himself.

Alastor's orgasm was intense -almost violent- but it was the sweet release he's been craving all day long. As his climax finally begins to subside, the demon collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily.

However, his cock has remained hard and throbbing between his legs, demanding more attention as he tries to catch his breath.

Slowly, a tired Alastor sits up and glances down at his still engorged member. A part of him is reveling in the feeling of power that comes with being so thoroughly aroused, but he's not ready to admit that. For now, needs to fuck something, anything.

But hasn't he been tormented enough? Why isn't he satisfied yet?

He reaches for the nearest object. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it can take his cock and bear the brunt of his ferocious passion. With a sinister chuckle, Alastor picks up another unlucky cushion and holds it tightly against his hips. His cock jerks repeatedly as he positions himself with the head of his shaft pressing against the soft fabric.

The cushion offers little resistance but serves as an outlet for Alastor's raging desire. He pounds away at it, relentlessly, his body shaking. With the ever present sound of static -evidence of his frustration-, he rhythmically pistons in and out of his makeshift partner with brutal force.

He's been doing this for weeks now, all the unsatisfied hunger making him lose his sanity bit by bit.

The radio demon's eyes are glazed over with passion. He continues fucking the cushion with savage intensity... still he wishes he could take it out on someone made of flesh and blood, someone who would react and offer him some reassurance that he's not going to pass out.

The pleasure is threatening to overwhelm Alastor once again and with labored breathing, he frantically moves his hips-

"N- no, n- no....agh-" he lets out a feral roar, spurting a sticky cumshot onto the cushion. This time, when he collapses on the mattress, he is exhausted.

He doesn't bother looking down at his angry cock, the discomfort isn't going away till the mating season ends...

...let's go back to you now.

After being so abruptly pushed away by Alastor, you went straight to your room. You have a lot to ponder over after tonight. Maybe you did have a small a crush on your friend that had allowed the situation to escalate. His behavior has been so off putting though.

You'd been proud of yourself, considering that you know Alastor better than anyone else in Hell, since he talks about everything with you over a cup of tea. He had been so excited to tell you he'll soon be back on air and he's always somewhere around you at all times. So, the fact that he just expressed sexual desire for you and then told you to leave him alone immediately after...

You would have never guessed that your fellow deer demon is interested in sex. He's been in the company of some of the most desired demons, but he's simply not into that kind of thing... Yet, he had dry humped you like some desperate animal.

His scent had been so blissful to your nostrils, that he had almost woken something primal in your own body. There's definitely a lot of tension between you two now and you hope that tomorrow he will approach you.

You sigh and get all cozy under your bed covers. How should you deal with the situation at hand? You know him. Not just the radio demon, or Alastor the cannibal, but him.

Maybe the whole redemption thing is working after all, but when did you start being so considerate and thoughtful of other sinners' hardships? And if your friend's hardship is a constant hard on, perhaps your services will be appreciated -or you've just been hanging out with Angel too much.

It's a new day in Hell.

You take your time getting ready before joining Niffty in the kitchen to make breakfast.

Alastor is sat on his bed, his face buried in his hands as he trembles with unwanted arousal. He's almost at the point of a nervous breakdown. The radio demon is getting angrier with himself -the urge to find you and claim you is getting worse and worse and he struggles to maintain his calm.

Alastor gets ready. His routine a bit different when in rutting mode. He first relieves some of the pressure in his balls, he then puts on a clean shirt, fixes his hair and places his red monocle back in place. And of course, his smile, because he's never fully dressed without one!

"Oh good morning my fellows! What a pleasant breakfast you seem to be having!" He prefers to eat alone, so him appearing late isn't something worth noticing... but the tenting in his trousers definitely is...

And when Angel smirks mischievously at him, Alastor smiles in such an unnerving manner that the spider demon has to cower behind Husk.

"Al! Morning!" you say a bit too cheerfully. Your ears rise on your head to match your general attitude.

The radio demon grins at you -internally relieved you're not keeping last night against him. He rarely feels any remorse -part of why he's in Hell- but he's not proud of snapping at you last night just because he's irritable and frustrated 24/7. You're a deer demon like him, but you never get in heat like an animal, you weren't as sinister as he was when alive and therefore your punishment isn't as tormenting.

You stand up and start gathering the dishes. Charlie is eager to help you, but you manage to deny her excessive kindness for once.

Alastor swallows a guttural growl as you turn your back at him and start walking to the kitchen, your deer tail and your ass all too enticing for him. His legs begin to move against his will, following you like he's being driven purely by instinct. He is once again biting his tongue hard enough to taste the familiar to him, metallic taste of blood. There is a certain strain the urge is causing him... and for once Alastor is feeling desperate for touch.

"Angel and I are going outside today, he said he wants me to meet a friend of his... Um, I think her name's Cherri or something."

You obviously felt his presence, his red eyes feasting on your form the whole time.

"How delightful, making new acquaintances! I am still decorating my humble station. Haha!"

"Oh, I can't wait to experience your radio show again Al! It's been so long!"

His arrogant smirk is accompanied by a twitch of his stiff dick. The energy boost he feels when you acknowledge his power... it makes him dangerously lightheaded.

He walks closer to you, looming right behind you as you stretch to put something on a high self. Alastor has you trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. The demon's cock throbs painfully against the fabric of his pants. The said fabric growing damp as he grows harder.

With a frenzied urgency, Alastor gives in to his animal side and leans in, his hot breath in your ear is sending shivers down your spine, your pupils dilating.

"Do you even realize what you've been doing to me sweet y/n?"

He is getting impatient... and when you don't answer him immediately, he presses his tent against your ass. "Do you my little deer?"

The sound of static feels the air, his voice distorted and his breathing heavier than before. "You... have no idea how much I want- no... how much I need this, with you."

You swallow, your own breath has sped up and heat has pooled in your tummy again. But when you turn to look at him, you come face to face with a hideous creature with wild eyes. You flinch. Alastor's smile fails him and you swear you hear the most discreet of sniffles coming from him.

"Help me." That's proof enough for you that your friend is going through something he clearly didn't ask for, but it's taking over him anyway.

Angel Dust has described to you how he'd needed time to get used to having multiple arms and you have to file down your antlers daily, so that they don't overgrow and cause you headaches. Alastor on the other hand loses himself to primal urges once a year.

You lock your gaze on his and extend a steady hand, placing it on the side of his pale face. Not only does he allow it, but your small gesture seems to have the effect on Alastor, his demon form receding -and you can see how sweaty and shaky he really is, while also trying so hard to hold back from bending you over the counter and taking you raw right now.

"Stay still..."

It's now or never for you. You hesitantly cup his bulge.

Alastor gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as he leans into your touch. He's already so aroused that any contact sends shivers down his spine. He buries his face in your neck and starts nibbling or better... biting around your collarbones. It's a cannibalistic urge of his, but he would kill himself before causing you any real harm.

Alastor groans, his still clothed member twitching under the pressure of your hand. The demon can barely think straight -rutting instincts taking over completely.

"I need... I need to be inside you." He can only whisper, reaching down to pull your shirt up, his fingers trembling as he does, revealing your upper body to him. "Yes... I need you."

This is all so sudden for you, but you finally know with certainty what's happening. "You're... mating or something?"

You stop rubbing his clothed crotch and Alastor moans, the sound carrying the old audio-like effect. He nods slightly, his hips bucking against your hand. He's so close to losing control. The mating season has driven him mad with lust. A lust projected on you, it seems.

"Y/n... I need you now."

"Al... They- They're gonna hear us... We're in the frickin' kitchen! ...we can't... can't-"

Alastor's eyes widen and he stumbles back, his erection pleading to be freed from his dress pants.

He looks at you incredulously, angrily. "What?! But I... I said that I need you." He starts panting, there's a look of betrayal on his face that has you short circuiting.

"I'm already half naked here and you're... You're obviously hard- It's too risky!"

"I. Don't. Care."

"Well you should... but..." you sigh.

"I do have another idea. I've been rather inactive in the afterlife but... I can do it for you."

Your friend's heart is racing with anticipation. He tries to control his unsteady breathing -without much success.

"Another idea?" he asks with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "What is it?"

"I know it's not what you really crave... but I can... you know... jerk you off?"

Did you really just say that?

He begins to unbutton his pants hurriedly.

"Very well..."

As Alastor's pants fall to his knees, he scratches his fluffy ears, presenting his throbbing member to you. It's a sight to behold -long with a shimmering dew covering the tip.

"Do it."

Your mouth waters as your eyes take in Alastor's cock. The head of it is a deep reddish purple, almost glowing. His ballsack hangs heavy, filled with seed, so that he can breed for as long as the rutting lasts. Something must've altered in your brain's chemistry, because you take his balls in your hand, fondling them. The deer demon lets out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward slightly. The sensation of your hand on his sensitive balls is almost too much for him to bear...

"More..." he manages to whisper between pants.

Encouraged by his reaction, you squeeze his balls softly and Al lets out a throaty groan, his dick twitching, almost ready to explode. He's not used to other people touching him.

You're still unsure if that's the right thing to do in the kitchen, where anyone can walk in at any given moment. But he seems to be really into it and the look in his eyes makes it clear to you that you can't just stop now. So that's what he's been struggling with, what's been making him stay locked in his room, until dealing with it on his own wasn't enough.

Alastor's gaze is pleading you and his voice comes out shaky, unfiltered.

"Please... I need more..." He then reaches down and moves your hand on his eager cock. You wrap your fingers around his length, with your thumb resting on his head, tracing it slowly. The sounds he makes and the way his features contort with pleasure makes you start stroking him.

The overlord can't believe what's happening. He has never experienced anything like this and it feels incredible. The more you stroke him, the more he bucks his hips into your hand. "Y- yes... just like that..."

You feel so confident now that he seems to have let go completely, allowing you to do as you please with his body. You know teasing isn't fair, especially in his hormonal state, but you can't help slowing down your hand's movements -playing with the friction you're providing him with. He lets out a frustrated huff of air, his nostrils flaring.

"Faster."

"Nope, I told you I don't want anyone finding us out."

"I didn't ask you darling. It was an order."

You stubbornly slow down your hand even more and you know that this is far from enough for him. Alastor needs more speed, more pressure.

"I... Don't... Give a single penny if they'll hear us... J- just... y/n, get me there." His body trembles with need as he speaks to you.

"You... You accepted to help me... And yet, you- you refuse to give me what I want." He looks down at your lips with a mix of lust and anger in his bright eyes.

You suppress a mischievous giggle.

It's empowering seeing such a strong demon being dependent on you. You can feel the heat radiating from his dick and he makes a desperate little sound when you begin moving your hand up and down his long member again.

You almost feel pity for him -teasing is fun, but you don't want to disrespect him or humiliate him while he's so vulnerable and out of control. Though that decision has nothing to do with the fact that he could kill you, you actually feel strongly for him and the way both pairs of your ears move in sink as you pick up pace is so... natural for you, like you two belong together in a primal sense.

Alastor feels his muscles tensing up and his black heart is pounding like crazy.

"I can't- can't-"

He looks mesmerized at your hand jerking him off at a now delicious speed.

You are so turned on and you want to give him all the pleasure you can, even if you're in the hotel's kitchen. You begin sinking on your knees and you see him gulp. Your friend freezes for a moment, his mind racing with images of pleasure and ecstasy.

"That's new."

"How so Al?"

"I've never had that... but I want to now."

You can't help but smile. He probably never wanted a blow job before and he won't be in the mood for one after the rutting ends.

You're now at the right height so you just go for it, leaning in. Your tongue swirls around his pulsating cockhead and you're surprised from the amount of pre cum he can produce. Alastor's eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a long, low moan. The sensation of your warm breath and wet tongue on him sends shivers down his spine.

"Don't stop..."

You lick his slit and he groans deeply, his eyes squeezing shut. "Yeah... Keep doing this... agh~"

You're offering stimulation and he's gritting his teeth at the feeling, but something isn't quite right. You're once again toying with him, denying him the release he so desperately wants.

"I will have you... eventually."

Alastor then takes a big breath, his cock is still hard as steel. "You're a real temptation~" He glares at you -rather hungrily- his nostrils once again flaring.

"Don't try to make me beg."

"But would you now?" Under any other circumstances, you'd never be that bold with him....

Alastor laughs darkly in response to your challenge, causing a cold chill to run down your spine.

"You wound me, my dear. I would never beg for anything... Especially not when it comes to satisfying this... this unwanted but still unyeilding desire..."

You smile wickedly -your ears conveying your feelings, as always, when they move. In a swift motion, but still cautiously, you push back his foreskin. A low, agonizing moan escapes Alastor's lips as your action exposes his sensitive flesh to the air. Hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your hand...

"You're killing me mon cher~"

"Buckle up Al..."

You start stroking him thoroughly.

The radio demon closes his eyes, ragged breaths leaving his open mouth as you jerk him off. Every fiber of his being is focused on the pleasure. He groans... feeling his elusive climax approaching at last. "Unh..."

You're now applying some serious pressure on his throbbing dick. With a primal scream, Alastor's entire body tenses up and he begins releasing his seed on your hand.

"Oh goodness..." He keeps groaning and you can see him shudder as he does so. He continues spurting thick, white fluid onto your hand, seemingly unable to stop himself.

In his eyes there's a mix of lust and gratitude. He licks his lips unconsciously.

"What else can you do to me?"

"W- What? Me?"

The demon chuckles lightly at your question. His eyes trail down your body appreciatively when you stand up. "And why not you? You're here and I need some action these days!"

He grins and you sigh.

"Well, that means it could be anyone... anyone other than me."

You don't like how this revelation makes you feel sad and disappointed.

A sly smirk plays at the corners of Alastor's mouth. "I suppose it could, but then again, why settle for anyone when I can have you?"

His voice is husky and you like this tone from him. "You and I belong together, dear y/n."

He's clearly considering you his mate now.

Your romantic side wins and you cup his face. That seems to sober him up if just for a few minutes. The overlord looks like he's savoring the sensation and a deep sigh escapes him. "I don't deserve this, not with you."

"But I do want to be present through this... I get it."

The glimmer of hope returns to his eyes. "You have to mean it."

"I won't leave you suffering alone Alastor."

He nods as he thinks it over. "In that case... I'll accept your offer."

You smile sweetly. This isn't that bad. He didn't even ask for a deal. You stand on your hooves and give his cheek a little kiss. He beams at you as he takes hold of his signature cane.

"Oh I think I'm going to enjoy this!"

"Haha, so do I... B- But let's make you something to eat before you get all excited again..."

"That's a wonderful idea darling! And I might as well tell you about Susan's new act while you're at it."

Alastor feels a warmth he hasn't in a long time. As you work on preparing food for him, he seems content and somewhat at peace. But then, like clockwork, the desire is going to build up again. Through the week the rutting hits him anew and he becomes extremely short-tempered. He has to change rooms when Charlie starts singing and he's constantly arguing with Husk.

Alastor surprises himself.

During the times he does manage to control his primitive urges, he's actually avoiding you. He has this idea that he would end up hurting you if things ever escalated fully between you two.

Could this mean that he actually cares about your wellbeing?

He is an overlord. He is the one and only radio demon, there's no way he has a soft spot for his fellow deer demon -who had relieved him of weeks of pent up tension just with their touch.

You, on the other hand, feel no shame nor guilt for your little encounter with Alastor in the kitchen. If anything, the fact that he's still in his mating season is making you wet, longing for more.

One fateful night, all of you're sitting together, you across from Alastor's armchair... and it's impossible to not look down. He has a prominent bulge and you're not even surprised. However, when you look back up, you freeze like a... well, you do freeze like a deer caught in the headlights, because he is staring at you so very intensely.

The air feels thick all of a sudden and his gaze implies many things -to your delight. He excuses himself shortly after, but not before giving you a slight nod. He wants you now. He needs you now.

Experiencing a slight Deja vu, you find yourself knocking on his door the very same night. The Deja vu intensifies at the sound of static coming from the other side of the door. You decide to let yourself in when there's no answer. "Al?"

A pair of big and intricate antlers comes in your vision. The smell of him floods your senses. It's intoxitacing, addictive. You want him too.

Alastor wastes no time.

He pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing tightly against yours. His breath is coming in ragged gasps, his eyes full of lust and desire. The demon growls, baring his teeth in a feral grin.

In one swift motion, he tears your clothes from your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable before him. His eyes roam over your exposed flesh, his lips parted in a wicked grin.

With an animalistic growl, he buries his face between your breasts, sucking on your nipples with rough abandon. You moan and arch your back, the sensation sinfully satisfying. Noticing your response, Alastor's movements become even more frenzied. He reaches down to grip your hips, lifting you up onto the wall.

You then unzip his pants, lost in the haze of your increasing desire for him. Alasor groans when you do that, his hips bucking forward as you free his cock from its confines. It slaps against your lower stomach -rigid and angry.

With another feral growl, Alastor turns you around so that you're facing the wall -gaining a perfect view of your ass and tail.

You gasp as he parts your folds with his thumb, finding your already dripping entrance. Maybe he's not that experienced, but right now he seems to be driven by some infallible instinct. His finger doesn't stay in your cunt for long though, since the man is getting desperate to claim you as his -in a much more effective fashion.

You turn you head to the side and lock eyes with him. You shiver, almost scared at the pure hunger on his face. He thrusts into you with brutal force, driving his cock inside you deep and hard. His hips start pistoning against your ass, as he takes you without mercy. He's breeding, essentially. It's not meant to be slow or soft.

The gentleman you knew is gone for now, but you're digging your nails in his shoulders and letting out whines and moans nonetheless.

With each thrust, he growls like a beast claiming his prize. Alastor's eyes are wild and feral, reflecting the primal lust that consumes him. His heavy balls are slapping against your skin. You're turning to jelly slowly but surely, surrendering to him in way that feels natural to you -not forced.

Your old friend grunts in both pain and pleasure, losing himself in the heat of the moment. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving marks on your hips that show his possessiveness.

You reach behind you, grabbing his thighs to somehow ground yourself from the onslaught of pleasure in your core. A guttural moan escapes him as you touch his sensitive flesh. His hips buck against yours, driving himself deeper inside you and your eyes roll back in your head.

Alastor continues to pound into you relentlessly, his cock throbbing with each powerful stroke. He's sweating and he starts taking off his clothes -in a uncharacteristically clumsy manner.

He can't take it anymore, your tightening walls becoming overwhelming for him to bear. Feeling the pressure building within him, he growls low in his throat and picks up the pace even more.

The new speed he fucks you in has you seeing stars, the knot on your stomach snapping without warning. You cry out his name loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear -but you simply don't care.

He moans your name as well, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives himself deeper into you one last time. His body shudders violently as he reaches the height of his own orgasm. Hot, thick cum is filling you up and there's so much of... It's dripping out of you and onto the carpet.

He finally did it. He's mated. He's bred you.

Spent and panting heavily, Alastor collapses on you, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You can feel his breath -and teeth- on your skin as you try to catch your breath. His dick is softening inside you, but he doesn't pull out just yet. His primal instinct is still active and making sure you take every last drop of his seed.

After you both relax in the present silence for a bit, he casually lifts you up and places you on the bed -the manhandling making you blush profusely, but he doesn't seem to notice. He lets out a sound close to purring as he lays down next to you, spooning you.

You sigh, feeling exhausted and simultaneously content. You roll over so that you're facing him... and he looks like he's already fallen asleep.

Your heartbeat has turned back to normal and you find shelter in his long and elegant neck, as you start dozing off into a peaceful and dreamless slumber.

He's not cold or ignorant the next morning.

...that morning ends up with him grasping at the air, as if searching for something to hold on to, as your head bobs up and down under the sheets.

It becomes common knowledge that Alastor's mood improves significantly after having sex with you. Something that does occur a couple more times in the spam of a week or so.

You knew the rutting was coming to an end when his desperate and forceful claiming -usually from behind- became passionate love making.

There was this one night...

Like a true gentleman of his time, Alastor had made love to you with deep, sensual thrusts as your hands had gotten lost in his fluffy hair. You had been underneath him.

Your orgasm had been accompanied by a soundless moan as you'd thrown your head back and he'd nuzzled your neck, breath labored and a frown on his face as he'd come shortly after you. You had let him fall asleep on you that night, both of you panting, sweat covering you.

The only time Alastor isn't smiling is when he is asleep, you have come to realize. You can't help but notice how tired he looks as you lay motionless next him. So you gently start caressing his ears -and he groans softly, nuzzling deeper into your touch, without even bothering to open his eyes. A small smile forms on his mouth, a real one.

Is this love? Maybe someday.

The End??

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HELLOOOOOO🎄

How do you feel about this lil event I'm doing?

THE NYMPH'S DAILY GIFTS.

✨♥️❄️☃️ 2024, ongoing

🎁 I originally had this as part of my general queue, but I thought it deserved its own masterpost, so here it is!

🎁 It's a very busy schedule, especially in comparison to my usual uploading of once a month (if you're lucky), but I want all fandoms to be treated -and not start the new year with unfinished multi chaps. After that, I'll probably be gone for a month or so because of my uni exam period :')

🎁 Do interact with my fics, it makes everything so worth it! The butterfly (🦋) stands for 'requested'... I hadn't gotten around to writing the ones I got in August.

🎁 Once something gets uploaded, I'll add its link in my little schedule here, for easy navigation. If you're new, I hope I'll make you stay and if you're not, thanks for remaining and consider this your gift!!!

🎁 My blog started when Barbie came out. Remember 'Boytoy' ? Oh Lord, I certainly do. After that, what really made my acc blow up was my rut smut with Alastor and most of you are probably here for my Hazbin stuff. I could have opened side blogs for all my fandoms, BUT, it makes me dizzy just thinking of it.

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December. It's cold and it gets dark super early. I'm your fairy godmother and I'll make sure to keep you warm inside. Stop carrying your burdens for a little while! Here...🫳 🧺 Put them in my magical basket for later. Maybe they won't be so heavy after you give in to some self indulgence, also known as fanfiction...

03/12, Hazbin: Innocence, interrupted. - Alastor x fem!bunny!reader/ sfw (🦋)

06/12, Hazbin: "Who hurt my Tony?" - Angel Dust x fem!bestie!reader/ fluff (🦋)

12/12, Hazbin: An obscene faith. - nun!Alastor x fem!reader/ smut (🦋)

13/12, Bladerunner: my goosemas participation with the prompt 'miracle' ⛄🎄

14/12, Hotd: Pomegranate seeds. - Aemond Targaryen x fem!wildling!reader/ smut, fluff

15/12, Hazbin: The price for misbehaving - rut!Alastor x gn!reader/ smutty, nsfw ->part iii (masterpost)

16/12: game of thrones suprise 👀

17/12, Omori: Heal - Sunny x fem!caretaker!reader/ platonic ->chapter 1 (masterpost)

18/12, It: If the monster under your bed never hurt you, maybe it was there to protect you. - Pennywise x teen!reader/ platonic ->final chapter (masterpost)

19/12, Gray man: my goosemas participation with the propmpt 'tradition''☃️🎄

20/12, Hazbin: The fox - Alastor x fem!fox!reader/ platonic ->final part (masterpost)

21/12: the secret history surprise 👀

22/12, Hobbit: Poison tree - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader/ (n)sfw, angst

23/12, Fall guy: my goosemas participation with the prompt 'meal' ☃️🎄

25/12: Alastor Christmas special 🎁❄️♥️

26/12: hazbin hotel surprise 👀

27/12, Bladerunner: After Dark - Officer K x fem!reader/ nsfw ->chapter 2 (masterpost)

28/12, Bladerunner: After Dark - Officer K x fem!reader/ nsfw ->chapter 3

29/12, Bladerunner: After Dark - Officer K x fem!reader/ nsfw ->chapter 4

02/01/2025, Hazbin: The price for misbehaving - rut!Alastor x gn!reader/ smutty, nsfw ->the finale

🎁 The dates might be off a few hours due to both my slow ass and the time difference.

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greenandsorrow · 8 days ago

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every writer’s dream: finishing a draft.

every writer’s nightmare: reading it.

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greenandsorrow · 8 days ago

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I'm back on the Alastor smut!!!!

Can I ask for an obscenity with Alastor in the nun outfit he wore when he fought with Lucefer... Female reader if possible

AN OBSCENE FAITH

nun!Alastor x fem!sinner!reader

Warnings: adult content, graphic/ explicit descriptions, consensual chaos, no plot just porn, bodily fluids, horniness, low-key public setting, corruption kink, spanking, creampie, just an overall filthiness, switch!Al, switch!reader, possessiveness, Alastor's shadow

💜 I'm an orthodox Christian, so I didn't go ALL out when it comes to using religious themes as a kink (ex. that's why I used the word 'chapel' and not 'church' and also didn't mention any crucifixes or rosemaries). That being said, I don't think it's lacking in kinkiness at all... See for yourselves and let me know! 💜

The chapel is quiet, the kind of silence that demands reverence... or indulgence. Flickering candlelight carves long shadows on the walls, but your focus isn't on the setting around you. It's on him.

It isn't every day that you find yourself in an abandoned chapel with Alastor... Especially not when he is wearing that outfit.

Alastor stands by the chapel's altar. He's clad in a nun's habit that clings to his tall, lean and wiry silhouette like second skin. The white collar frames his pale face, his ever-present grin twisted into something darker -something predatory.

As he tilts his head, you can see the exaggerated innocence in his expression -as if he hasn't planned this just to make you squirm.

"Oh, my dear" he drawls, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"Do you think you're prepared to repent?"

You bite your lip and nod, trying not to let him see how affected you already are... But Alastor, being Alastor, can read you like an open book.

"Now, now" he whispers as he moves closer and closer, each step echoing in the empty chapel.

"You know it is a sin to lie, don't you?"

The long, flowing skirt swishes as he approaches you, but before you have time to register his new proximity, two gloved hands start trailing down your arms -featherlight touches that leave shivers in their wake.

He pauses. Then he leans down, lips hovering just by the shell of your ear, breath hot against your skin.

The tension is electric and also amplified by his obvious delight in the whole charade.

Your breath hitches when he presses a hand against your lower back, guiding you toward the altar. The cold stone at your back contrasts with the warmth radiating from him.

"Perhaps" he muses, "I should help you see the… error of your ways."

Your pulse quickens dangerously as Alastor closes the gap between you, pressing against you while both his hands come to rest on hips. His grin broadens, eyes narrowing with that familiar spark of wickedness and mischief.

"Let's see, my dear..." he murmurs, his voice taking on a playful edge, "Are you nervous? Or just… excited?"

His gloved fingers trace your collarbone, slipping down to rest just over where your heart is. The fabric of the glove -smooth and cool- presses firmly against your skin, while his gaze flicks up to meet yours with an intensity that nearly steals your breath away.

"You're shaking" he notes, amber eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "How delightful."

You scoff, hoping to mask the way he makes your heart race uncontrollably.

"And here I thought you were supposed to be the virtuous one."

Alastor's laugh is rich and dark. He liked that little statement quite a lot.

The roleplaying is fun, but he's getting a bit impatient... Not that he's going to let it show. No, no, no.

"Confess."

Damn, you were looking forward to this.

On your knees before him, you press your palms together and look up at him through your eyelashes.

"Forgive me, Father..." you whisper, trembling with anticipation you can barely contain. "...for I have sinned.

Alastor chuckles, crouching until his face is perfectly level with yours. His hand slides beneath your chin in a smooth motion, tilting your face upward so you have no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Oh, darling" he purs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Sin doesn't frighten me. In fact, I'd say I encourage sin!"

His smile stretches wider -if that's even possible. "Now, tell me... What exactly have you done?"

You open your mouth, but no words come. Instead you lean into his touch, lips parting as his thumb presses past them. Your tongue swirls, tastes, explores, the sensation earning a soft hum of approval from him.

"That's a good girl" he murmurs, withdrawing his hand slowly and deliberately, like he doesn't really want the moment to end. You did leave a lipstick stain on the glove, which makes you oddly proud.

"But I think you've been bad enough to warrant a little... punishment. Hm?"

Before you can react, he drags you to your feet, spinning you to face the altar.

His hands waste no time whatsoever, tearing your dress over your head and leaving you bare. The cool air of the chapel makes your overheated skin prickle, but nothing compares to the sharp sting of his palm as it strikes your ass.

"You dare to stand here like this...", he hisses in a voice that's dripping with mock indignation, "in a place of worship, no less, without the common decency of putting on underwear? Shameless, filthy slut."

You gasp as another sharp smack rings through the room, your body jerking helplessly against the altar.

"I-"

"No excuses." he cuts you off, his hand smoothing over the reddened skin he's just punished. Meanwhile, his other hand finds its way between your thighs, sliding effortlessly through the wetness there.

"This is what you came here for, isn't it? To be debased?"

"Y- Yes..." you whimper, the word tumbling from your lips before you can stop it.

"Say. It. Louder." Alastor's gloved fingers still, hovering just where you currently need them the most.

"Yes" you moan, your voice rising. "I want this- I want you."

A growl rumbles low in his chest as he slides two fingers into you. His pace quickly becomes unrelenting, every curl and thrust designed to unravel you completely.

"Look at you" he taunts, withdrawing his fingers and holding them up, glistening with your wet arousal. "So needy. So eager to pay for your sins."

Once again, there's barely any time to process his words... before he frees himself from the confines of his habit. The sight of his cock -thick, slightly curved upward, flushed and already dripping- makes your knees buckle.

But he's not done teasing.

"Do you see this?" he asks, gripping the base of his cock as he presses the mushroom tip against your folds, dragging it up and down but never quite pushing in. "This is your reward. But only if you beg for it."

You let out a choked moan, writhing against him.

"Please" you gasp. "Please, Alastor. I need you. I need you to ruin me."

"Oh, you're so convincing!" he mocks, but the rasp in his voice betrays his own growing desire.

Finally, he thrusts into you, filling you completely in one devastating motion. Your body arches against him, a strangled sound ripping from your throat as he sets a brutal, unyielding pace.

"You take me so well" he growls, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. "Like you were made for this. Made for me."

His words only encourage you more, your body moving in sync with his now. The slick, obscene sounds of your deed echo through the chapel, mingling with the faint creak of wood beneath you.

The expression behind his eyes is sharp and feral as his shadow comes to life, slithering across the room. You feel the darkness around your wrists, squeezing them and guiding them behind your back. The demon's voice is a velvety purr in your ear, taunting you as he slows down his thrusts.

"Oh my goodness... Let's see how much you can take."

The shadow dissolves and his movements start becoming faster again.

Alastor starts leaning over you, until his chest presses against the valley of your back. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head up to force your gaze forward. "Look at the altar. Look at what you've defiled."

You can barely think, let alone obey, but your gaze does its best to focus on what he's fucking you on.

"You're mine" he growls, his other hand sliding down to grip your throat. The pressure is just enough to heighten your sensations without blocking your breathing.

"Say it."

"I'm yours" you gasp, the words tumbling out willingly. "Only yours."

The slight restriction you feel at his long fingers around the column of your neck -paired with the significant pressure of his cock- has you reeling, the tight coil in your belly snapping as your climax crashes over you. Your filthy cries fill the chapel, raw and unrestrained.

Not only that, but the way your pussy muscles clench around him send Alastor over the edge with you.

With an animalistic groan, he buries himself as deep as he can go inside you, spilling his release in hot, pulsing waves. The warmth of it makes you mewl, but his grip on you doesn't falter even at this moment.

For a bit, the two of you stay like this, bodies trembling as you try to catch your breaths. Then, with a low chuckle, Alastor withdraws, adjusting his habit as though nothing happened.

"You're a mess" he proceeds to say, his grin as sharp as ever. "But what a sinfully beautiful mess you are."

You huff, pulling your dress back on with shaky hands. "You're impossible."

"And you adore it, sugar" he replies.

"Shall we continue this... little charade next week?"

You smirk, your legs still unsteady as you head for the door. "Only if you're ready to confess your own sins, Alastor."

His laughter follows you all the way out.

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Dreaming of neon snow.

➜ Officer K x Joi

!!! canon ship, sexual content, dirty talk, my take on futuristic holidays, made up replicant lore, fluff, smut, hurt & comfort all at once, romanticising domesticity !!!

This has been in my drafts for approximately 2 years. I usually write way more graphic & filthy/intense smut, but my goals this time were sensuality & intimacy.

Basically, I decided to change my first draft a bit & turn this into a Blade Runner Christmas special for @goosemas! I know it's a bit late for day 1, I'm so sorry! Hopefully, you'll enjoy it 🤍❄️🌨️

Goosemas by @drivinmeinsane.

Day 1 ➜ prompt 'miracle' 💝

No snow ever falls in Los Angeles. Not real snow, anyway.

What blanketed the streets wasn't soft or pure, but a grimy residue of overworked machines & endless chemicals. A gray substance that hardened under the pedestrians' feet, cracking like old bones as the crowds moved to & from. It clung to boots & wheels, turned slick beneath the artificial light & glittered faintly in the neon haze.

From a distance, it could almost pass for something beautiful.

K didn't fool himself into thinking it was. He stood at the edge of the crowded square, his shoulders hunched under his trusty coat & his eyes scanning the people moving past the stalls.

It was Christmas Eve & the city was buzzing. Merchants were everywhere, selling everything from holographic ornaments to prepackaged memories -& not a single thing in sight was legal. Strings of too bright LED lights hung between steel beams, flashing red & green in lazy patterns. Someone had set up a speaker in the corner, blaring a cover of 'Jingle Bells' through layers of static.

The irony wasn't lost on K.

Christmas had survived The Collapse, but like everything else, it had been stripped down & rebranded for mass consumption. There was no warmth here, no comfort. Just the cold transaction of buying & selling, an endless loop of empty traditions performed by people too tired to question them.

K watched it all with the detached indifference of someone who didn't belong.

He didn't know why he was still here, lingering in the shadows while others walked past him with their shiny bags & hollow laughter. The holiday spirit wasn't for people like him -replicants, built to obey & endure. It wasn't for Joi either, though she had tried to convince him otherwise once.

"Christmas is a miracle" she had said, her voice light, but with that undercurrent of sincerity she always seemed to have. "It's about giving people what they desire most."

He hadn't known what to say to that. Didn't know how to tell her that miracles weren't for them.

The air smelled metallic. Vendors lined the square, their stalls glowing with neon signs that seemed to pulse. K wandered past them with stiff steps, his gaze drifting over the merchandise without much interest.

However, one stall caught his eye -a display of miniature snow globes, each one containing a detailed, holographic scene. A family gathered around a table, children skating on an ice rink, a couple standing beneath a mistletoe & so on.

K stared at the globes for a while, his jaw clenching. The images felt too perfect, too curated & completely unapproachable to him.

"Pretty, aren't they?" the vendor said, his voice sharp. He was a man in his sixties, his face lined with wrinkles. "Guaranteed to brighten any home."

K shook his head & walked away.

By the time K returned to his unit, the buzz had died down a bit. The streets weren't as busy as before.

His apartment was just as he had left it -bare, stark & even colder than the world outside. K shrugged off his coat, tossing it onto the single chair by the window.

"Welcome home" Joi greeted, cutting through the silence.

She flickered into being. Tonight, she wore a slip dress in blue, her hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked festive & he looked puzzled.

"It's Christmas Eve!" she said happily, noticing the confusion in his eyes.

"Didn't realize." Christmas wasn't something you could ignore -not in this city, where every ad screamed it in your face.

Joi kept smiling. "You didn't buy anything?"

"Why would I?"

"No presents? No tree? You're such a Scrooge."

Her database knew more about Christmas than he did... Who's Scrooge? Why should K know the guy?

He simply scoffed. Then, he kicked off his time-worn boots & sat on the edge of his bed, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. He didn't meet Joi's eyes, didn't want to right now, though he felt her gaze on him -gentle, curious & patient.

She walked, or better... She floated closer, her movements light, just like the shimmer of static that traced the outline of her frame.

"You've been quiet" she said softly & there was no accusation in her tone.

K sighed, running a hand through his dark blonde hair.

"Just tired."

He's not supposed to say that, let alone feel it. He wasn't made to experience fatigue. Maybe it's not even his body that's exhausted, but his mind.

"That's not it." Joi replied after a beat, her voice dipping lower.

She knelt in front of him, her knees sinking into nothing as she looked up at him. "You get like this sometimes. Like the whole world has its hands around your throat & you're just... letting it squeeze."

K's lips twitched into an almost smile. "That's poetic."

Joi shrugged in response. "You inspire me."

The words hit him harder than they should have. He looked at her then, really looked & it struck him how perfect she was. The curve of her cheek, her Cupid's bow & the way her eyes shone with a warmth no machine should be able to mimic. Joi wasn't real, not in the way he even was, but she was his & that had to be enough.

"Let me help" she said invitingly as her fingers ghosted over his knee in an imitation of a carress.

K swallowed hard. He didn't answer, but he didn't tell her off either & that was all Joi needed as permission.

She stood then & stepped back just far enough to let him see all of her. The soft lines of her body, the slope of her shoulders....

"Do you like this?" she asked, her tone dipping into something playful.

K's throat went dry. "You know I do."

She smiled but it wasn't just playful anymore -it was also knowing. She let her hands glide down her sides... slowly, sensually. It was a show meant only for him.

"Tell me'', she whispered, "Tell me what you want."

K didn't know how to answer that. There were things he wanted -things he would never have the courage to say out loud, not even to her. Still, with the way she looked at him & with the way she moved, it was like she already knew anyway.

It wasn't real. He reminded himself of the fact every time her form flickered, every time her voice carried a faint echo that felt off. She was a projection, a program built to adapt & to please, to become whatever he needed her to be. And yet, in moments like this, when their gazes locked & the air between them felt charged with tension, it was so easy to forget.

Joi stepped closer, form stabilizing as she leaned in. Her hands hovered just over his shoulders, as if he could feel them.

"Close your eyes" she murmured next.

He did just that, because when Joi asked him to do something, it never felt like a command.

She guided him, her voice soft & steady, painting pictures with her words that were so intoxicating to behold. She told him to imagine the warmth of her skin, the softness of her lips against his own, the weight of her breasts in his palms... She almost convinced him that she was the one that unzipped his pants and slipped a hand inside.

Just a day later, K was sitting at his desk, staring at the small device he had picked up in the marketplace.

'Dreamer's Companion', the label read, written in bold letters above a glowing logo. The vendor had been suspiciously enthusiastic, explaining how the program could interact with neural implants to create immersive dreamscapes. "Perfect for couples" she had said, winking in a way that had made K's skin crawl.

Joi materialized beside him, her expression as curious as ever. "You've been staring at that for a while."

"It's... complicated" K replied, his voice flat.

Joi tilted her head at that, hair moving. "Show me."

He hesitated, his finger hovering over the activation button. "It's for dreams. It lets you be inside them."

Joi's eyes lit up, a spark of something he could only describe as hope.

"You mean... I could be with you?"

"Sort of" he said. "It's closer to something real than anything else we've got."

The way she looked at him then was like he had handed her the stars. It made his chest ache.

"Try it" ...she almost sounded out of breath.

They tried it in the evening of Christmas Day.

K heard the soft buzz of the program integrating into his realistic-looking neurons, a tiny ripple of static flickering across his vision before fading into darkness. For a moment there was nothing, just the expanse of his subconscious, raw & unformed. Then, like the first glimmers of sunrise, the dream began to take shape.

It was subtle at first -muted colors bleeding into each other, the gentle hum of ambient noise filling the empty space.

K blinked & the world started to solidify around him. He was standing in a room that felt familiar, though he couldn't quite place it. The sparse furniture of the room felt familiar & so did the lamps above his head.

And then he saw her.

Joi stood by a big, square window with her back to him. She was actually solid, every curve & little detail 'physically' manifested with an aching precision. Her hair caught the light, her skin glowing in a way that made K's eyes glaze over.

"Joi" he said, his voice rough yet hesitant.

She turned at the sound of his voice. There was no flicker, no distortion whatsoever -just her, whole & real like never before.

"K" she breathed & wasted no time as she crossed the room & threw her arms around him.

The contact was electric. Her body was warm, soft & impossibly real against his own. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, her breath hot against his neck. The sensation was so overwhelming, so complete, that it made his knees weak.

"You are here" she whispered, her voice trembling between joy and disbelief.

"So are you" he managed to reply, big palms finding her waist, his grip tentative as if she might dissolve & vanish under his touch.

Joi pulled back to look at him, her hands cupping his face almost adoringly. Her thumbs brushed over his cheekbones & the tenderness in her gaze made his throat tighten.

"I've waited for this, waited to feel you. To really be with you.”

K didn't trust himself to speak, so he kissed her instead.

The kiss was slow & reverent -he was scared of breaking this fragile illusion. Joi's lips were heavenly, her movements hesitant at first & then more certain as she pressed closer to him. K allowed himself to get lost in the sensation... in the taste of her & he didn't suppress the gentle hum of approval that vibrated through his chest.

"This is real", she murmured against his lips, her hands exploring his scalp.

"It feels real."

She smiled at that. It was a soft, secretive smile that made him melt inside.

"Let me show you how real it can be."

She led him to the bed, her movements graceful. The dream was wrapping around them like a cocoon as she guided him down. There was an intimacy in the way she looked at him, in the way her hands explored his muscular body -not with urgency, but with care, as though memorizing every inch of him.

For K, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. She was real here -her weight pressing against him was real. The boundaries of his reality blurred & for the first time, he let himself believe.

Joi was moving with a confidence that made his chest tighten & his manhood throb, her lips tracing slow paths down his neck, her hands undressing him with ease. She worshipped him with everything she had, the words she spoke soft & breathless as she told him just how special he was.

"You're perfect", her voice was thick with emotion, "So perfect, K."

He closed his eyes, letting go of everything & focusing solely on this moment. The way she moved & felt around him, but also the pleasure he could make her feel -it was everything he had never allowed himself to hope for.

The dream ended too soon.

One moment she was there -whole & perfect- & the next, the world dissolved around them. The dreamy light faded, replaced by the sterile glow of his apartment.

K sat bolt upright, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The effect of the dream lingered, the ghost of her touch still warm against his skin. He looked around, his eyes searching the empty room.

She was standing by the window, just like she had stood in the dream.

But she wasn't the same.

The flicker was back. She was a projection again, her body insubstantial & her presence a mere echo of what had been just a few moments ago.

"Joi?" he said, his voice breaking.

She turned to him with an unreadable expression.

"I'm sorry" she said softly.

"For what?"

"For not being enough."

Her words felt like a physical blow. He shook his head fiercely. "You are enough. You're more than enough."

Her smile was sad, resigned. "Not for this. Not for what you need."

K opened his mouth to argue, but the words didn't come. Because she was right. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, there was a part of him that would always long for something more -something she could never give him.

As the hours stretched into the restless night of LA, K stood in the living room, staring out at the city through his window. The neon lights flickered in the distance, casting fractured reflections on the wet pavement below.

Joi appeared beside him. Oddly enough, she didn't speak -but neither did he. They just sat there, side by side, wrapped in a heavy silence.

"Do you believe in miracles?" she asked finally.

K took his time to contemplate whether he did or didn't. He let the question linger in the air, turning it over in his mind.

"I don't know" he said at last. "Maybe."

She nodded, her gaze distant. "I think you are one."

K turned to look at her. "Why?"

"Because you keep trying. Even when it hurts you. Even when it feels like there's nothing left to hold onto."

Her words settled over him like a blanket, warm & soothing. For a moment, he let himself believe them.

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greenandsorrow · 8 days ago

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Some things have been added recently 👀👀

Hazbin Hotel masterlist

Drabbles

I don't want to set the world on fire (Alastor)

Innocence, interrupted - Alastor x fem!bunny!reader/ sfw (🦋)

Headcanons

Her manchild - Alastor with a fem!reader/ (n)sfw

Her manchild - Vox with a fem!reader/ (n)sfw

Oneshots

The late bloomer - Angel Dust x gn!virgin!reader/ smut (🦋)

"This face was made for radio." - gn!deaf!reader x the Hazbins/ platonic (🦋)

"Who hurt my Tony?" - Angel Dust x fem!bestie!reader/ fluff (🦋)

An obscene faith - nun!Alastor x fem!reader/ smut (🦋)

Multi chap

The price for misbehaving - rut!Alastor x gn!reader/ nsfw, smut

The fox - Alastor x fem!reader/ platonic

general masterlist

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greenandsorrow · 8 days ago

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me, starting a new project: this one will be simple.

also me, 2 chapters in: googling how long it takes to drown in quicksand

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greenandsorrow · 8 days ago

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Im learning to be more mature, i'm trying to make peace with all the disappointments i receive, without having to blame anyone.

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