#Darby Oakana

[darbyoakana]

Yes, Master - Chapter 1

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Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor aims to own you, in every way possible. Warnings: Tentacles, vaginal penetration, public sex, DBSM, Dom/sub. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Originally going to be a one-shot but eh. A short read, 783 words.

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 1: The Opportunity

You were sitting on the couch in the hotel lobby reading a book. The hotel around you was bustling. A lot of new residents had come to stay after the last extermination. Being a weekend the bar was full of folks. Several people sat at the dining table, eating and playing cards. Alastor sat down next to you, also holding a book. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“No not at all,” you smiled and returned to your literature. 

You’d been at the hotel for about a month. You were aware of Alastor and his reputation as an overlord. You had only a few interactions with him. All of which were pleasant, you found him charming, handsome and maybe a bit intimidating. You didn’t trust him but also didn’t feel like there was anything he had to gain from you. This made you feel relatively safe around him. 

You hadn’t noticed how he watched you from the corner of his eye whenever you were near. How distracting your scent was. How charming he found your laugh to be. How you invaded his thoughts. He eavesdroped on conversations, learning about you without interacting. Biding his time, waiting for an opportunity. And here it was. 

Alastor’s tentacles held his book up before him, turning the pages. He sipped his coffee freely. 

“Well that’s handy,” you remarked. 

“Indeed it is. They have many uses,” he said casually. 

A tentacle passed through the middle of the book. It was discorporate and less opaque than the tip of the tentacle which still was able to move the page. 

“Oh, that's neat. It can switch between being shadowy and being corporal?” 

”Why yes it can. It can pass through any physical object really,” he smirked. “Just like this..” 

“Like wha—oh..” you were cut off. 

You felt a wispy shadow permeate through the underside of the couch, coporializing where it met your body. The tip of it glided between your folds. You softly gasped as you looked at Alastor wide-eyed. 

“Are you alright my dear? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” he remarked, grinning. 

“Aahh…fucck,” you bit your lip as it slid back and forth over your clit. “...please.”

“Mmm. I do like begging,” he mused. 

“You are a.. special kind ..of evil,” your eyelids fluttered as the shadow penetrated you. “Oh fuck..” 

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” he said with amusement. “But judging by how you are clenching my dear, I can’t help but think you are enjoying it.” 

And you were. 

You glanced around the lobby, there were several people close enough to hear you if you made too much noise. You couldn’t believe what was happening, or how wet you were from it. Maybe it was the fear of getting caught or the excitement of Alastor’s forwardness, but you’d do anything he told you to do, as long as he didn’t stop. 

Please, don’t stop. 

You very slowly tensed your muscles and grinding into the apparition. You held your book up to hide your face, you could feel your cheeks getting hot and red. You bit your lip as the appendage thrusts deeper into you. A small whimper escaped your lips. 

“My my, such a good girl,” he remarked as he pretended to read his book. “If you can stay quiet and unnoticed, I’ll give you a nice reward for being well-behaved.” You swallowed hard, feeling the tension build up inside of you. “But, if you make any noise, you will be punished. Do you understand?” he instructed, voice now less playful. You nodded. “Good.”

The tentacle thickened its girth and picked up its pace, pummeling your cervix. Wet squelching sounds echoed under you. You gripped the edges of your book until your knuckles were white. Your jaw started to shake, trying to clench it shut. You wanted to moan and cry out, holding your breath so as not to make any sounds. 

“Alastor!” Charlie called out across the room, causing you to tense. “Meeting in 10 minutes!” 

“Very well, dear,” he responded in a nonchalant way. “Be right there.”

The idea of Charlie almost catching you sent a chill down your spine. Throbbing pleasure knotted up, pounding towards release. Your toes were pointed, feet shaking. Your whole body seized as you came. Soaking into your already wet underwear. You gasped for air as softly as you could. And like that, the tentacle was gone, leaving you empty and dripping. Wanting more. You slouched onto the couch, panting. 

“Mm. Well wasn’t that delightful?” Alastor sounded proud of himself, closing his book and standing up. He leaned over and pulled your chin up to look at him. “I will see you very soon, pet.”

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The Silk Robe

Summary: You are fresh to Hell and being set up to work for Val. Will Vox rescue you from your fate? Warnings: Cunnilingus, vaginal penetration. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Darby Link Tree

“I’m Daddy’s little slut,” you moaned as you ran the tip of your tongue over his thumb. “Harder. Pleassee.” 

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You were fresh, just fallen to Hell. Some crew had picked you up, dirty and naked, and hauled you off with several other newly fallen sinners. The van was back into a tall building. The group was shuffled into a gym-like shower room where a team of employees hosed everyone down and scrubbed the dirt off. It would have been nice to take a hot shower, but these people were all business and aggressive with the scrubbing. Hell was warm, there wasn’t much need for drying off. You were however tossed a small silk robe to cover yourself up with. They escorted you to a waiting room where you sat for what felt like forever. Maybe it was the given situation or maybe time didn’t function in Hell. You had so many questions. But the only people to ask were the other scared sinners who knew the same as you. So you waited. 

Eventually, a tall slender man came out of a nearby room, several lackeys following. He looked ridiculous, you thought like he was wearing a Halloween pimp costume. But his demeanor told you he was not to be trifled with. He pointed to several of the people in the room, including you. The lackeys shuffled the group out, following the man one of them referred to as Valentino. The rest were taken somewhere else in the building.

The room was stuffy, pink smoke lingering. The whole group was obviously nervous while sitting on a bench against the wall, waiting their turn to speak to the bizarre pimp in his office. You have gathered a few things so far. You were in Hell. It fits the picture pretty well. You woke in a hot pit where you had landed. Sulfur stung your nose. Around you, there were the sounds of screams. It’s what you expected a war zone to look like. You were more surprised that Hell existed than you were about the fact that you were in Hell. Were you an evil person, no, but you certainly didn’t lead a life lacking in sin. You thought back on your aggressively Christian Grandmother who hounded you throughout your life. Of all people, she was right. That stung more than the sulfur. 

You observed the people around you, whispering and afraid. You saw the periodic pink light that shined out of the cracks in the office door followed by a confused-looking member of your group being led to yet another room. You glanced through the large double doors individuals were being escorted out through. It looked like a filming studio of some kind. Far as you could tell this felt like a forced job interview. You had no idea the rules of Hell and how it worked which made this even more of a suspicious process. New sinners were clueless and this moth man was clearly taking advantage of that. 

The pink fog of the room was starting to burn your eyes. It had a sweet smell to it. You felt strangely relaxed given the current situation and couldn’t help but wonder if the substance had anything to do with it. You were certain it did once the relaxed feeling started to shift into arousal. You scanned the room, eyeing the exits. Another person exited the office, this one was crying. Maybe it was the rose tint of the air but you could have sworn you saw a glimmer around of a chain and collar around their neck. But when they turned back to glance at the remaining members of the group it was gone. 

The moth leaned against the door frame and called the next person with a kind voice. You could see through the lie. Panic made your heart beat harder as Valentino looked you up and down, grinning. Two more people in front of you. The two guards who were overseeing things were flirting with a woman who clearly worked at the studio. Judging from how little she was wearing it was pretty clear what kind of studio it was. You felt the best bet you had was to return the way you came, the rest of the building was a mystery. If you went at the right time, wait till the other goes into the office, giving you the most time possible between Valentino last seeing you and when he comes back out. Fuck, one person left in front of you. The office door closed and you made your move, you watched the guards out of the corner of your eye as you reached for the door. But the door came to you, hitting you in the face and knocking you to the ground. 

Vox pushed the door open without looking, aggravated and trying to listen to the rambling of his annoying assistant. And the other two that were following, whatever their names were. On the other side, he felt a thud and heard a yelp. He stepped into the room to see you on the ground. Your robe had come open, exposing your nude form. He couldn��t help but trail his eyes up your curves as he leaned over to help you up. Thick hips, long legs. He tried not to be obvious as he drank you in. 

“Aw, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” 

“No, I’m sorry I was in the way,” you tried to tie your robe closed but were flustered. He helped you up.

Fuck fuck fuck. You thought. So much for an escape. Wait… did he have a TV as a face? Hell was a weird place. 

“You, what are you standing there for? Go get her a bag of ice,” he barked at one of his assistants. He held your chin with his claws, examining you. Your face was flushed, likely from the effects of the smoke. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Um…two.”

“Well, I think you’ll live,” he chuckled and gave you a smile that could only be described as charming. “You should sit down.” 

He guided you back to your spot on the bench. Exactly where you didn’t want to be. His assistant returned with a bag of ice. He placed it on your head where the door had left a red mark. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at you. Maybe you could use this. He was clearly important. Maybe he had the power to get you out of this. You had no idea if he was better or worse than the bug pimp, but the way he looked at you felt far less nefarious. 

“Thank you,” you said, holding the ice. You smiled sweetly and let your eyes explore his screen. “Blue is my favorite color.” 

Vox blushed, caught off guard. Damn, your smile was intoxicating he thought as he pictured what other precious expressions your face would make. What sounds could that pretty little voice create while he was fucking you from behind? He smiled back at you, ready to put on the charisma when Val called to him. He groaned and excused himself. Vox entered the office, closing the door. 

You had this last chance, as he left, to do something. You didn’t need to do much acting, the effects of the tart pink air were clearly in effect. This was how Val got them. Clueless, scared, and now horny, he swindles them. You sit on the edge of the bench, legs clenched and robe closed only enough to cover the private areas. You saw the door open, you didn’t look up but listened for Vox’s footsteps to get closer. The person next to you was called in. You bit your lip, gripped at your robe, and breathed heavily. He’d think you were trying to fight the arousal, which you were, and maybe it would be enough. Even if he just wanted to fuck you, it could open up possibilities of an escape. You saw Vox enter your peripherals. You clenched as your chest heaved. You looked up at him as he passed. Your needy eyes met his, he was already looking at you as he passed. Just take the bait. Fuck. He kept walking. Your heart sank. 

Vox stopped at the door. He’d been lonely. He was busy. Val was busy. And when he wasn’t he was usually fucking Angel. Vox could benefit from blowing off some steam. And you looked so soft and delicate. He also didn’t like the idea of you being under contract with Val. The prettier one is, the worse the experience when it comes to working for Val. And you were so very pretty. Val would be annoyed. But fuck him. Vox turned around and walked back over to you. You had tears forming in your eyes as you looked up at him surprised.   

“Would you like to come with me?” he asked, holding out his hand. 

“Yes, please,” you shook your head eagerly. 

He took your arm and walked you out of the studio. You sighed with relief. You tried your best to memorize the hallways and directions taken. But how warm his arm felt against yours held most of your attention. You took the elevator up to his penthouse. You tried to note the floor numbers but the ache was at the forefront of your mind. You gripped his arm. You were worried you wouldn’t make it to the penthouse. He must have had the same thought because once the elevator doors closed, your robe was ripped open and you were shoved against the wall. His body held yours against the cold surface of the elevator. His mouth surprised you, you assumed you’d be kissing a screen. But sure enough, you could feel lips and tongue against yours. It tingled slightly, like static. His eager hands roamed your body, gripping your curves. He pressed himself into you, his hard erection apparent. Your body suddenly felt hot, throbbing with your pulse as he ground into you.

The elevator dinged, arriving at the penthouse. He didn’t break away from you, but instead lifted you up, legs wrapped around his waist he carried you. The hallway from the elevator to the door to his penthouse wasn’t very far. He kicked the door in, you could have sworn you heard the wood break. You kept telling yourself to look around you, but your escape plan had been forgotten. All you could see was the illuminating blue surrounding you. 

Only when he reached the bed did his mouth break from yours. He laid you down on the large soft bed, far too big for one person. His mouth kissed down your body. He kneeled down on the floor and dragged your ass to the edge of the bed. He gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them towards you. You gasped as his electric tongue glided between your wet folds, circling your clit. He lapped at your soaked cunt like a man starved. His tongue entered you, vibrating against your soft walls. You’d been eaten out before but this was something entirely different. His tongue glided back up and you let out a desperate moan as a light zap stung your clit. 

“Hmmmph-ahhhh! Fuck.” you gasped. 

His claws tightened on your thighs as your legs shook with each small surge of electricity. Your orgasm was quickly building, you gripped at the bedding. Zap. 

“Come for me, sweetheart.” 

Zap. Zap.

“I’m… mmhhmm… close…. Ah..”

“Let me hear you sing.”

The tension reached its peak and you shivered. Zap, zap, zap. You moaned loudly as you came, overstimulated by the electrical charges pushing you to your climax. Vox felt your walls tighten around his tongue. 

Vox wiped his face with the back of his hand and crawled on top of you. You desperately fumbled with his belt before finally throwing it to the floor. You pulled his hard cock out of his undone pants. You ran your hand up and down it slowly, feeling the precum spread between your fingers. You bit your lip as you looked up at him. 

“Like what you see babe?” 

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. You glided the tip of his erection against your clit in small circles. “Please. Fuck me.” 

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” Vox smirked as you glided his head between your folds, lining it up with your pulsing cunt. “Fuck doll, you are so damn wet.” 

He pushed in slowly, tightly gliding in with a squelch. He let out a small groan as his pelvis met yours. He pulled out halfway and snapped back in with a slap. Again. And again. You moaned. 

“You like feeling Daddy’s cock inside you?” he asked, grunting. 

“Mhmm.. ah… yes!” your eyes slit and face flushed. This was a game you had no problem playing. “Please Daddy, let me cum on your cock.” 

“Jesus…” You felt his erection pulse inside you at the words. He grabbed your face in his claws, thumb pulling down your lip. “You are just a little fucking slut, aren’t you?” 

“I’m Daddy’s little slut,” you moaned as you ran the tip of your tongue over his thumb. “Harder. Pleassee.” 

“Fuckkkkkk I am glad I didn’t skip that meeting with Val,” he gave a heavy exhale as he pounded you. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, angling his thrust deeper. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he bottomed out and your eyes rolled back into your head. “Holy Hell doll, you feel so good.”

At this point, you weren’t making any sounds that could pass as coherent speech. Mumbles, moans, and gasps flooded from your mouth as you gripped the bedding under you. 

“Fuucc..ckk… uhhh… mm… please Daddy. I’m.. .ahhhgnnn… close.” 

Vox hissed as your soft walls sucked him in, orgasm quickly approaching. His thrusts fell out of rhythm, becoming less controlled. Your tight wet cunt clenching him encouraged his climax. He leaned forward, wrapping a hand around your throat. His screen glitched slightly. 

“You’ve been a ğ̵̛̜̘͉͉̳͚̭̞̰͂̄́̓̈̍̂̽́̀̚͘ö̵̫̬͔̠̫͉̹͚́̽ǒ̴̱͈̺̩̙̲̠̙͛̓͋ͅd̵̨̧̺̹̰̫͙͇̲̩̅̂͊̄̓̿ ̵̟͇͉͓̥̙͒̎̓͌̀͆̈́̉g̶̹͇̘̞̘̲͕̹͓̦̽̏͑͆͆̐́͂̎̈́̒͑̓͌̀i̵̧̧̧̲̝͙͇͉͉͓̥̝̓̿͗̀͋̄̿̿r̷̛̙̜̜̠̳͇̱̫͉̟͔̲̽̌́̔̚͝͝l̴̙̗̬̑̿̇͐̿̓̃͝ for Daddy, taking me so well,” he grunted “And good girls get cummed in, don’t they?” 

“Ughhhmmm. Yes Dad…ddyy. Cum in me ple…ase,” you cried.

You bit your lip as his claw around your neck tightened, sharp slapping thrusts jostled you. Your whole body tensed as you came. Vox moaned loudly as his pleasure peaked, releasing inside of you. His face filled with a colorful error screen before returning to normal and collapsing on top of you with a sigh. He pulled out of you as his erection softened. He rolled onto his back next to you. 

“Fuck that… that was exactly what I needed,” he exhaled contently. 

“Mmmhmmm.”

“What do you need, doll?” he rolled over to his side to look at you. “You hungry? I can order us some food.”

“That sounds great,” you realize you haven’t eaten since arriving in Hell. “Wouldn’t mind a hot shower.” 

“Anything you want princess. It’s yours.” 

The bath mat was soft on your feet. The bathroom was large and fancy. The showerhead had several settings and knobs. You let out a relaxed hum, the forced shower earlier was abrasive and not that warm. This however was magnificent, you could definitely get used to this. The scalding water felt wonderful, the events of the day had left you sore. What an eventful first day in Hell, you laughed to yourself, falling to Hell and getting pounded by a TV. You wanted to stay in the shower for an eternity but also didn’t want to keep Vox waiting. You dried your hair off on the large soft towel before putting your robe back on.

While you were in the shower Vox put in a delivery order, ignoring the 10 missed calls from Val. The dining table was smaller, meant for four people. It sat in a windowed cove overlooking the city. The table was covered in to-go boxes. 

“Wasn’t sure what you like so I got a little of everything.” 

“That’s so nice of you, I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelt the food.”

You stood at the window taking in the city. You scanned the horizon, wide-eyed. Hell was a sight to take in. Tails of smoke rose from the city in several locations. Gunfire blazed in the distance.

“Looks scary out there.”

“You are safe here,” he stood behind you, placing his hand on your lower back. “I’m going to take good care of you,” he reached for a rectangular gift box that was on the table. “Take that off.” 

You left the small robe to fall to the floor. He opened the box, pulling out a rich blue robe. It was long and drapey, very dramatic, like something an old-fashioned movie starlet would wear at their vanity. He slipped it on over your shoulders. You tied it at your waist. You looked up into his screen with adoration. He ran a finger over your cheek and smiled back. 

Yeah, fuck the escape plan. 

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An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 1

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. You are new to the hotel staff working under Alastor. He spends his days pestering and tormenting you. But that pestering turns into a competition, one you want to win. Can you get the upper hand? Are you getting too close to him? Warnings: No real warnings for this chapter, just Alastor being a dick. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Thanks @sailorsmouth for the doodle and encouragement!

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 1: A New Start

It had been three months since you walked out of your job at VoxTek and you were starting to get desperate. Without work to focus on, everything else felt so much harder. You had nothing but stress to distract you and it wasn’t enough. You pushed your self-loathing to the side.

You rushed out the door, wanting to get to the interview early. The last interview you had went poorly. Perhaps it was the interviewer, or maybe it was the fact that you were covered by entrails from an incident out front. Hell is a wild place, expect the unexpected. But you were set, nothing was going to ruin this. You adjusted your plastic poncho, surprise bodily fluids or parts were going to get you today. The joke, per usual, was on you. You should have also worn rain boots you thought, as a large gush of blood filled your shoes. You groaned. Watching the still-gushing corpse being dragged down the alleyway next to you. 

The cafe door's bell dinged as you walked in, pulling off the poncho. Despite pouring your shoes out on the curb, they still made a soggy squish as you walked. The cafe was pretty empty except for one person sitting at a table. You froze. No way, you thought, that can't be who I'm meeting

Vaggie sat nervously at the booth waiting. She had lost track of how many interviews she had gone through for this position. She had hired eight people so far and none of them had lasted longer than a week. Why did Alastor have to be such a pain in the ass? The hotel needed help, since the last extermination and the elimination of Adam, sinners started to accept the hotel. Their residency numbers had shifted dramatically and more staff was needed to keep things running. But for whatever reason, the one position that needed to be filled was constantly challenged by the person Vaggie was trying to help in the first place. Vaggie looked up and waved at you, you hesitantly approached the table. 

"Hi! So nice to meet you!" Vaggie got up and shook your hand. You both sat down. Typical interview discussions ensued, past experience, general information about the hotel, etc. You could see that Vaggie was eager, maybe a little stressed. 

"So.. what exactly is my job position?" you asked.

"Well.... there's a lot of miscellaneous work that needs to be done until we figure out a better workflow for the hotel while it goes through these changes. But for the most part you'll uh..." her tone became painful. " Be assisting Alastor...." Your facial expression dropped to concern.

"That's uh, a hell of a job..." you said. 

"Well...." Vaggie's teeth were gritting together, knowing she needed to be upfront about the position. "...based on your resume, I think you are the most qualified person so far. And the pay is great! It kinda has to be at this point.” She sighed “Look, we’re getting desperate." 

Oh, you were qualified alright, six years at VoxTek putting up with the most insane bullshit you could imagine. If it wasn't Velvette being an absolute cunt, it was Valentino being a fucking nightmare, Vox surprisingly was the least painful to work with. Which is why you ended up in the position you did. He eventually made you his assistant, to keep you convenient and close. And frankly, if you could put up with Vox's boo hoo "Alastor doesn't love me" baby bullshit, how hard could this job be? At best, Alastor doesn't like you and you keep looking for jobs. At worst... you die a terrible and painful death. At least then the job worry wouldn't be a concern anymore. Fuck it, you thought. 

"Yeah, I do see your point." you sighed. "Alright."

"Can you start tomorrow?" she asked eagerly

They had offered you a room at the hotel. You felt it best to endure the trial period Alastor seemed to be implementing before you gave up your crummy apartment. You laid in bed both excited and dreading tomorrow. Vox was going to lose his shit, you thought. You knew WAY too much about his personal life concerning Alastor and there was nothing in Heaven or Hell that would convince Vox you weren't doing this just to hurt him. But that was his problem. In honesty, it was the last place you wanted to work. You wanted so badly to be free of your current situation. Let things go and move on. You hoped this wouldn't blow up in your face. But most things did, it was Hell after all. 

You woke early, the Hotel was a good distance from your apartment. You took a cab to be safe on time. You didn't bother with the poncho, Alastor struck you as someone who would enjoy you being uncomfortable covered in drying sticky blood. The lobby was large, you hadn't been to the Hotel before and you didn't know what to expect but you found yourself impressed. Most of Vox’s footage was from the outside of the hotel. 

Vaggie waved you down and welcomed you. Introduced you to the staff one by one. Charlie was thrilled to meet you. But you got the feeling she felt that way about anyone and anything. Vaggie went over the floor plan of the hotel, kitchen, dining room, and so on. You scribbled away on a notepad. Sounded like the dress code was relaxed here, you felt relief. Vox always made you wear these business suit-like outfits that surely came from Val's studio, they were so tight and short. You didn't mind at the time, it made your unprofessional activities much easier, but the idea of wearing your own clothes sounded nice.

"Here is your desk. You'll be using the computer to log complaints from the guests, ordering supplies, typical stuff." She looked down to see a shattered computer screen. "UGHHH pendejo! I recommend saving a backup copy of everything you do, Alastor is still protesting the use of the computer and keeps destroying it." It didn't surprise you, you knew for a fact Vox spends all his free time spying on the Hotel. And any electronic device was an in for him. "ALASTOR!!!!" She yelled. 

"No need to shout" Alastor was right next to her. She jumped. 

"Stop doing shit like this!" she pointed to the computer. "You are sabotaging the hotel!" 

"I'm doing no such thing." He looked at his nails, uninterested. 

"Uuugghhhhh! .. Whatever." Vaggie pinched her fingers between her eyes and collected herself. She took a deep breath. "Alastor, this is ---" She was cut off by the sound of Charlie calling for her, tears gushing from her eyes. "Shit. Sorry! I'll be right back!" She gave you a look of concern, and you gave her a reassuring nod, letting her know you'd be fine without her. 

"I assume you are the new replacement." Alastor said flatly.

"And hopefully the last." you said cheerily. 

"Mmm. Hope. So fun to destroy!" he spun his microphone. "Very well then. Follow me." 

You followed him through the hotel as he listed item after item that needed to be done. You scratched away at your notepad. He was clearly trying to overwhelm you, it didn't however. It felt similar to the days that you assisted Velvette. Constant list of demands that were consistently changing without notice. 

"Actually, Alastor sir, there's something I'd like to discuss before we go any further. If that's alright?" 

He leaned towards you, head tilted. "And what might that be, my dear?" 

"One of the reasons Vaggie thought I would be a good fit for this position is my previous experience." 

"I'm afraid I haven't looked at your resume, inlighten me, will you?"

"Well.." It was awkward and somewhat painful to say, but you knew it needed to be done. "For the last six years I've been employed at V Tower, the last three years I was Vox's personal assistant." You had previously been very confident up until this point, but this was uncomfortable. "I figured it was best to tell you right away, rather than you finding out later. I didn't want it to look like I was hiding something." 

"Hmm. Very wise of you. Why pursue new employment?" 

"There were a lot of reasons. But my relationship with Vox had become... unprofessional." You pushed the image of Vox fucking you on his desk back down into the pit it came up from. "He's pushy and controlling, both as a boss and... whatever else we were. Always wanting more, pushing boundaries constantly. But bottom line, he broke my trust.” 

Alastor knew exactly what you meant. Vox had constantly pushed for more from Alastor. And being set in his ways, Alastor often felt like he and Vox were sheets of sandpaper slowly wearing away at each other. He of course didn't tell you any of this, there he remained with his unnerving smile. 

"Hmm." He leaned in closer to you and placed the tip of his claw under your chin, tilting your head to an uncomfortable angle. "Quite a dangerous move, switching sides like this." Alastor was a bit taller than you, but right now it felt like he towered over you, you knew he was trying to intimidate you. Radio static hissed in your ears. You stood your ground, staring into his deep eyes. Eyes that felt like dark endless pits. He snapped back to his smiling self, straightening up. "Well, enduring those buffoons, maybe you will last longer than the others!" He chuckled. "I do however appreciate the disclosure. Come, come." You took an exhale of relief and followed. You hoped this information would make you more valuable in the long run.

You knew a lot, more than you should, about the inner workings of VoxTek. Vox was arrogant, he liked to boast. Showing you the newest upgrades that haven't been released, all the ways he spied on the city. One thing in particular, you savored. He left you alone in his penthouse once, you weren't snooping per se, but tucked away was a small ..shrine? For lack of a better word. Where Vox kept all his trinkets and photos from when he and Alastor were "friends". You felt, should the need call for it, you could be very helpful to the Hotel if Vox became a bigger threat. Though guilt did run through you, despite the bad parts, you missed Vox. A lot of those things were told to you in confidence. And you didn't have any intention of sharing them unless Vox forced you to. You knew it was only a matter of time before he got wind of your new job. And no doubt in your mind, Vox would indeed be a personal problem. 

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The days following would be a struggle, Alastor wanted his coffee and paper by 7 AM. The hotel was at least a forty-five-minute walk and you didn't have much left in your account to pay for a cab. A room at the hotel sounded more and more appealing. Entering the gates you picked up the paper, putting it under your arm. You set your bag down at your desk and headed to the kitchen. Pulling out your notepad, you flipped to the page where you wrote down instructions on how to make Alastor's coffee the way he liked it. Hopefully, he wasn't the type to throw it at you if it wasn't right. Velevette threw her coffee at you once, burning your arm. You were ready to make some new memories that didn't involve the trauma endured by the V's. 

Coffee, cloth napkins, and paper were placed on a tray. You contemplated folding the napkin like a swan but decided against it. It was a silly thought, and you didn't want to come off as trying too hard, even though that was what he set you up for, to try hard and fail. You tapped your nails against the tray as the elevator ascended up to Alastor's room. It was 6:58 AM. You stood outside his door watching the clock. Only at 7 AM, on the dot, did you set the tray down in front of his door. Alastor was sitting in his chair reading, ready to scold you for being early and found himself slightly impressed. Getting rid of you the typical way might be harder than he thought. All the others were so easy to frighten. But if there was anything Alastor loved, it was a challenge. He had been bored out of his mind playing this hotel game. Unable to leave and pursue more interesting ventures. And the rest of the core group of hotel residents were getting annoyed with his antics. Maybe you could entertain him for a little while. Surely there had to be something that would break you. He waited for the elevator to descend before retrieving the tray. 

You snuck into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee, before anyone came in to make breakfast. You made yourself at home at your desk. The drawers were a mess from the previous employees. You sipped your coffee and organized your papers. Looking over previous orders for supplies and food, trying to get an idea of how much the hotel goes through monthly.

"Why good morning!" Alastor said, suddenly at your side, bent over, his face a bit too close to yours. You tried your best not to jump, you had a feeling that would be happening often. "At your desk already? Don't you want to join your new comrades at the breakfast table? Hmm?" 

"Good morning to you too sir. No, not today. Until I have a full understanding of my schedule, I don't want to add anything unnecessary to my plate." 

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, as they say." 

"I'm pretty sure that's a con cereal companies used to sell sugar to children." Alastor held in a laugh.  "Coffee is fine for now. Speaking of-" You looked up at him. "How was your coffee this morning? Did I make it correctly?" 

"It was passable I suppose." It was the best he could do without lying and without giving you praise. "There are some errands I need to be done." He handed you a list. Skimming over it, it seemed doable to get done by the end of the day. "I want it done by noon." 

"...noon?!" It was already 9 AM, here it was, an impossible task. Setting you up to fail. Maybe you could use some of your third-party contacts from VoxTek? "Alright.. I'll see what I-"

You were both suddenly interrupted by the boisterous sounds coming from the dining room. Leaning forward over your desk, you could see Charlie was singing. 

"Hmm. Glad I skipped breakfast...." you said flatly. You didn't see it but Alastor smirked. 

The tasks given proved to be a bit difficult. All things Alastor could have easily done himself, but where was the fun in that? You did take advantage of some of your previous contacts, which helped immensely. You took care of a few calls before heading to the city. Most of the errands were pick-ups and drop-offs. One task, in particular, you'd have to call in a favor for. Meanwhile, Alastor was eavesdropping, hoping to see you struggle and stress. 

"Frankie, listen, if this order isn't here by noon, I will personally come down there, pull your intestines out your asshole, and festoon them along the fence of this establishment. Do you understand?" Frankie babbled in your ear. "Great, I'm so glad we could come to an agreement. As always, a pleasure to work with you." 

Alastor couldn't help but have a genuine smile on his face, he wouldn't admit it, but he liked how you got things done. Threatening someone in such a creative way delighted him. 

You hoofed it around the city for hours, practically running from destination to destination. You were exhausted and sweaty when you arrived back at the hotel. It was a few minutes before noon, just in time to see Frankie's delivery truck be unloaded. 

"In the kitchen, please. Thanks, fellas!" You yelled to them.

Your arms were full as you dumped everything on your desk. Gently folding Alastor's dry cleaning over your chair, stacking some of the items. Including a few books. How does this help the hotel? You thought. Hoping these kinds of tasks would end once Alastor was bored with you. 

"Well- color me impressed. All with five minutes to spare!" Alastor appeared in front of your desk. "Though it does seem like something is missing. That's too bad. I had such high hopes for you, dear." 

You gave him the biggest shit-eating grin you could muster and pointed at the two men coming through the door hauling a freshly slaughtered deer to the kitchen. If you weren't already intensely looking at him you would have missed Alastor's eye twitch. Someone might as well handed you a trophy. It took everything in you to not showboat as you followed the delivery men into the kitchen.

The deer was laid on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. You signed their papers and the men were gone. Alastor, suddenly in an apron, was ready to go. A black tentacle sliced its head off with a sharp crack. 

"Hold this." 

He handed you the head. You held it by the antlers, dripping blood onto the floor by your feet. You stood there for a while, watching Alastor prepare. Realizing that he didn't need your help, this was just another task to pain you. The head was heavy and your arms were getting tired. As you adjusted, trying to give your arms a break, you felt the antlers texture in your hands, it reminded you of a gaudy hotel in Montana your parents took you to in the summer of '92. 

"If you do this often, which I get the feeling you do- you could save the antlers and make a chandelier. It would look good by the bar."

"Hmmm." Alastor glanced at you as he removed the skin. It wasn't a bad idea, however, he could just make one just like he made the bar itself. But an opportunity was found. "Very well then." He snapped his fingers and the head fell off the antlers. Landing on your feet with a splat. Filling your shoes with coagulating blood. 

You groaned. What the fuck, were these shoes cursed? Blood squished between your toes. The sensory overload made you want to scream. You swallowed it down. Instead, letting out a loud sigh. You sat the antlers down on the counter and picked up the head. Alastor couldn't help but to cackle.

"So glad you are amused." You said flatly. 

"Oh indeed I am." 

In truth, he was. But also disappointed. He didn't get so much as a yelp out of you. A measly groan? He was losing his touch. But the clear discomfort the drying blood in your shoes provided would have to be enough. At this point, the head you clutched to your chest was dripping down your front. You greatly regretted wearing a skirt today. Alastor watched the blood drip down your legs from the corner of his eye. Pooling further in your shoes. 

You stood there for what felt like ages. How long did it take to gut a deer? He couldn't be using the whole thing, could he? What was he even making? You got tired of standing and hopped on the counter, hugging the head now in your lap. You were already covered in blood, it didn’t really matter now that the base of the severed head was soaking into your lap. Thankful your skirt was at least black. Alastor would have to try harder than this to drive you out. He’d previously been relying too heavily on his reputation and the fear people felt from his presence. He would have to get more creative with you, how fun. 

"Hiiiiiii guuuuuuuys!" Charlie popped her head into the kitchen, breaking your concentration. "There is a short group activity we are about to do! Would you like to join us? " She glances at you, then at the glob of sticky at your feet. "Mayyyybeee we could get you some slippers...? Alastor?"

"You may go." You’d rather hold the deer, but you weren’t about to let him know that. 

You dropped the head in the sink with a thud and a squelch. Alastor smirked, enjoying the squishing sound your shoes made as you walked away. You were grateful to have clean feet and warm slippers. But the short group activity wasn't short at all. It had been several hours at this point and the deer head didn't seem so bad now. You sat slumped in a chair, waiting for your turn to share your “feelings”. Charlie had sung two songs now, she was a lovely person but this activity was making you want to claw your eyes out. You sat up straight when you saw the kitchen door open, pretending to be engaged in the activity. God forbid Alastor to catch on that this was torment for you, he’d end up signing you up for every activity Charlie came up with.  

The rest of the day was filled with busy work. By the time 5 PM rolled around you were exhausted. You grabbed your jacket and purse, heading out the front door. By the time you got home, you felt like you were going to collapse. Just get through this week, you thought, things will level out after that. You trudged up the four flights of stairs and as you approached your apartment you noticed a note on your door. EVICTION NOTICE in bold print. You ripped it off the door and crumpled it in your hand.

Great. 

[darbyoakana]

Yes, Master - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor pays you a visit that ends in discipline

Warnings: Discipline, spanking, BDSM, Dom/sub. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Originally going to be a one-shot but eh. A short read.

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 2: Fast Learner

“From now on, you do not touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Yes sir..” you whimpered. 

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You lay in bed, nervous. Your couch encounter with Alastor was all you could think about all day. You did as he told you, you were quiet. He said he’d see you soon. When would it be? The waiting was killing you. But you had a feeling that is what he wanted. Would he draw it out just to make you suffer? Would he touch you himself this time? The thought of him running his claws down your back made you shiver. Why were you complying in the first place? Why did you feel the need… no, the want.. to please him? 

You closed your eyes and replayed the same scene over and over in your brain. You felt your body temperature rise. Your hand slid down past the waistband of your underwear, middle finger gently stimulating your clit. 

“Tsk tsk.” 

Alastor grabbed your wrist from your underwear, dragging you out of the bed. His other hand quickly wrapped around your neck to hold you up. You stumbled before finding uneven footing. His grip wasn’t full on choking you but air certainly didn’t enter as easily. Your groin felt tight as the cold wetness of your underwear touched your skin. 

“Starting without me? Now, now pet.” 

“Sor…sorry…” you wheezed.

“From now on, you do not touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Yes sir..” you whimpered. 

Alastor hummed with approval. He leaned in, you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Mmm. Let’s go with Master, shall we?” he said softly.

“...Yes… Master.” 

Your groin throbbed, why did this turn you on so much? Why were you so willing to submit without question? When in your life have you ever been submissive? You always had firm control of all situations, maybe a little of a control freak at times. Was that it? Being forced to give up control, was there a relief in that? 

“Good girl, now…” He let go of your wrist, moving his hand to grab a fist full of hair, tilting your head back. He leaned forward and stared into your eyes for a moment that felt like hours. “You belong to me. Your purpose is to please me, nothing more, nothing less. In whatever ways I deem necessary. Do you understand?” 

“I…” 

“Do you-” he gripped both hands harder. His tone stern. “-understand?” 

“Yes, Master. I understand,” you said meekly.

“Lovely.” 

Alastor threw you on the bed and you landed with a bounce on the mattress. He undid his tie and laid it and his jacket on your dresser. Wait. That wasn’t your dresser. You looked around, it was certainly not your room. The decor and large portal bayou indicated that this was indeed Alastor’s living space. You took in the new environment but as you scanned the area, your eyes landed back on him. His smile was different than the usual one plastered on his face. This one felt more natural and somehow more intimidating. You watched as he rolled up each sleeve. Something about it left your throat dry. He snapped his fingers and the reading chair against the wall slid across the room. It met him as he sat down, one fluid motion. He motioned for you to come to him with his finger. You slid off the bed and approached him. 

“Across my lap.” 

You hesitated. He tilted his head. Before you could move he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down and across his legs. 

“I do not like asking twice.” 

“I’m sorry Master,” it came out as a weak whisper. 

“You’ll get twenty. Ten for touching yourself, ten for not listening.”

“Yes, Master.” 

“And you’ll thank me after each one.” 

“Yes, Master,” you paused. “May I… be vocal?” 

“When you are in my room, you may be as loud as you want, pet.” 

“Thank you, Master.” 

“Mmm. Fast learner. Good girl.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as he slid your underwear down, exposing your bare ass. His claws glided up your cheeks, sending a chill up your spine. 

*SLAP*

The first one was a surprise, you let out a small yelp. It stung, his hands were large. 

“Thank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

It was starting to sting more with each one, the skin getting red and aggravated. 

*SLAP*

“Tha..nk you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank… you, Ma..ster.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

Tears started to annoy your eyes. It didn’t hurt that bad, why were you crying? The situation felt strangely emotional. You clung to Alastor’s leg. 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

You sniffled. Trying to catch your breath.

“Do you want to start over?” Alastor asked.

“No!…Th…thank you, Mas..ter.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you,... Mast..er.” 

*SLAP*

“Th..a..nk y…ou, Ma..st..er.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you,” you sobbed “Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank… thank you, ..Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

You were full-on crying at this point. Why did this give such an emotional response? Your loins ached, you couldn’t think of a time when you were so painfully horny. How were you also sobbing? Why did this feel good? Like you were emotionally releasing something you didn’t know you had held in. 

*SLAP*

“Thank.. you, Ma..ster.” 

*SLAP*

“Th..ank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Uhgh.. Tha…nk you, Master.” 

You sniffled. The heat of the stinking skin would dissipate for a moment as the sharp pain of each slap distracted you. But within seconds the two pains became one. Over and over. Worse each time. 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master!” 

“What have we learned?”

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master,” you tried to find the words. “Not to…*sniffle* touch myself. Without your permission.”

“And?”

*SLAP*

“Ah! Thank you, Master… And you don’t like to repeat yourself.”

“Very good.”

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

He ran his hands over your hot skin. Admiring. 

“Now then.” 

He pulled you up into his lap, putting one arm around you. He wiped the tears from your eyes. He gripped your chin and turned your face toward his. 

“You have a lot to learn and I won’t be a gentle teacher.”

“Yes, Master.”

He softly rand his hand up and down your thigh. You leaned your head in the crook of his neck. You remained like that for some time. When was the last time you’d been held? It felt nice. 

“On the bed now, pet. On all fours.” 

His words stirred you. Had you fallen asleep? 

You nodded and crawled onto the bed. Alastor behind you, used his knee to push your legs open wider. He gripped your hips and dragged you closer to him. You heard his belt unbuckle. The tip of his penis slid between your dripping folds, circling your clit, coating itself in your slick, before lining up with your entrance. 

“This might hurt, darling.”

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 2

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Vox X reader, F/M. Vox shows up at your apartment, wanting you back. Warnings: Fingering, vaginal penetration. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Enjoy the smut, after Chapter 2 it's going to be a slow burn

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 2: (Un)wanted Visitor

“Don’t actions speak louder than words?” The hand at your cheek ran its fingers through your hair. His other hand pulled you into him by your waist. Holding your breath, you tensed as he leaned in. You bit your lip. “See, you missed me too.” 

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The next few days weren’t so bad, you had two days left in the imaginary trial period. Charlie was keeping Alastor busy which meant you actually had time to work. Your shoes had remained dry, papers were finally organized. Several of which clearly had dried tears on them. One even had blood. You felt bad for whoever had previously attempted this job. You skimmed through the few existing reports on the computer, catching up on the resident drama. 

You were in the middle of making a list when Alastor’s shadow swatted the cup of pens off your desk, laughing as it darted away. You groaned and rolled your eyes. The shadow itself was proving to be much like a sinister cat, not really causing any serious damage but you wanted to strangle it nonetheless. Could you strangle a shadow? Alastor himself had changed his approach on how to aggravate you. While he was not fond of people touching him or invading his personal space, he seemed to live a life of double standards. Alastor constantly got into people’s personal bubbles. Maybe he thought it bothered you as much as it would bother him? The micromanaging however was getting on your nerves. 

Speaking off, just as you finished up your first resident report, there was Alastor. Face way too close to yours. You turned your head to face him, your noses almost touched. This was the sixth time he’d bothered you today. 

“Good afternoon dear!” 

“Hi. Is there something I can help you with sir?” you asked, trying to keep a professional tone. 

“Just checking on your progress!” 

“Oh, that's actually perfect I have a few things I wanted to run by you!” 

“Is that so? I am all ears!” 

“Well, one of the biggest complaints we’ve had so far is the lack of laundry services. Nifty has been taking care of it but we are starting to get an overwhelming amount of requests. I know Nifty enjoys what she does, so I don’t know if hiring more help in that department is the right call. But I was thinking we might want to consider creating a laundry room where guests can take care of their own laundry, which would take some weight off Nifty’s plate. She’d still take care of the bedding in the rooms, but the residents would be responsible for their own clothes. So in the meantime, I’ve contacted a laundry mat down the street and worked out a deal with them to give our residents a discount for using them.”

“Lovely idea!” 

Alastor was starting to think you might actually be right for this role. In truth, he needed someone with the ability to endure this hotel. While driving people away was fun for him, it did serve a purpose. 

“Secondly, looking at the meal schedule and cost- We are spending a lot on wasted food. And the meal schedule is a bit of a shit show. Relying on guests to sign up isn’t running smoothly. I did find out that the guest in room 310 used to be a chef. I asked him, and he is willing to take care of meals 3 days a week. And with the increase of residents, a continental breakfast would be more efficient. And we could have a simple rotating menu for dinners. I called around and got some quotes on catering services that I can go over with you later.” You whispered the last part.  ”This would also lower the chances of Charlie cooking.”

“Ha Ha!” He squeezed your cheeks in his hand like a grandma would, just much harder. “My my, aren’t you efficient.” 

“Thank you” you mumbled out of your squished mouth.

Overall you felt that things were going pretty well, Alastor wasn’t as aggressive about getting rid of you, and you were proving to be useful. And he had someone new to bother. 5 PM rolled around, and you felt far less exhausted than you did the previous nights. As you were heading out the door- 

“Hey toots, were you not offered residency here at the hotel?” Angel asked, sitting at the bar. 

“I was. I figured it was better to wait until the ‘trial period’ was over before making the commitment.” 

“What trial period?” 

“Haven’t you noticed, Alastor’s been driving anyone away who takes this job,” Husk remarked. “But you seem to be doing alright so far, kid, what’s your secret?” 

“A tortuous six years at VoxTek,” you laughed. 

“Oh shit, I thought you looked familiar! You were Vox’s assistant… and uh… Side piece if I’m not mistaken.” He winked at you.

“That is unfortunately correct.” 

There was that intrusive image of Vox fucking you on his desk again. 

“Oh man, he’s going to shit an absolute brick when he finds out you are working here!” Angel said, amused. 

“Yeah well, whatever, fuck him,” you remarked. 

“So you still miss him huh?” Angel said slyly. If anyone knew anything about toxic codependent relationships with your boss, it was Angel. “It will get easier, promise.” 

“Doing my best to push it out of my mind and focus on other things.”

“Well, I think it’s great you were strong enough to leave and start over. It is very unlikely Vox would show up at the hotel. And HEY- if there's ever a boss that ain’t gonna try to fuck you, it’s Mr. Creepy pants over there.”  He nodded towards Alastor who was talking with Charlie. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Good to know. Well, I got to get going guys, see you tomorrow.” 

As you made your way up the stairs to your apartment, you worried. There was no way you’d be paid in time to keep your apartment, even if you were, you were a month behind. Your keys jingled in the lock as you swung the door open. Your apartment was a tiny studio. Empty kitchen, mattress on the floor, nothing to write home about. But tonight there was one thing in your apartment that didn’t belong there. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” There, sitting on your counter was Vox. “Please, let yourself in. Make yourself at home.” 

“Aw come on babe, don’t be like that.”

“And how should I be?” you asked aggressively.

“Are you still mad? Aw, dollface, you know I’m sorry.” He hopped off the counter and walked towards you. “I want you back, come home with me, please?” 

“Fuck off Vox.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I miss you. Plus my new assistant is garrrrrbaaaage.” 

“You are really something, you know that? It’s been three months. Three months I’ve been gone and you haven’t reached out once.” 

“I wanted to give you your space. But don’t you think it’s been long enough, doll?” He pouted. “Plus you need somewhere to live, you’ve-”

“Oh. My. God.” You cut him off. “You bought this building, didn’t you? Just so you could evict me? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?” 

“Just a little motivation, that’s all.” 

“The manipulation never ends with you, does it?” You were wide-eyed, angry.

“Oh please, you want to talk manipulation? You think I wouldn’t find out about your new little job?” He scoffed. “Low blow, babe. Working for Alastor just to get back at me?” 

“I know there is nothing I can say to make you believe otherwise, but not everything is about you. I couldn’t find any other job, I have no idea why but no one else would…..” You paused as it clicked in your mind. You took a deep breath and sighed. “You’ve been sabotaging that too, haven’t you? The hotel was the only job you didn’t have power over.” You started to laugh. “That’s just too brilliant. All your efforts and now I’m the one place you can’t reach me.” 

That pissed him off. Vox pushed you against the wall, you continued to laugh. Vox had become unfamiliar with not getting what he wanted. People went out of their way to please him, including you. But not anymore and he didn’t like it. 

“Quit being a bitch about this. I said I was sorry. If you don’t want to work, that’s fine.” His voice softened. “Babe, I’ll take care of you.” He ran his finger down your cheek. “Come back, please.” 

You were struggling to ignore the wetness between your legs. You were desperate to feel close to someone, you’d been lonely and in truth, missed Vox quite a bit. 

“You can’t talk your way out of this one.” You avoided looking him in the eye.

“Don’t actions speak louder than words?” The hand at your cheek ran its fingers through your hair. His other hand pulled you into him by your waist. Holding your breath, you tensed as he leaned in. You bit your lip. “See, you missed me too.” 

Your brain was screaming, alarms going off. Don’t give in, don’t be weak! But it was too late. Vox’s tongue was exploring your mouth, and the ache in your loins was throbbing. He knew he had you. The hand at your waist drifted down to your thigh, his fingers pushed your panties to the side, sliding between your lips. 

“Fuck, doll, you are so wet right now.” He sunk two fingers into you, and you held his shoulders as you gasped, every muscle clenching. Leaning his screen on your forehead, he whispered. “Mmm fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” 

His fingers moved in and out of you, slowly, as his thumb grazed your clit. You felt the heat rise within your whole body. You’d given in and didn’t care. Things had been difficult, you were exhausted and ate up the idea of forgetting everything for a few moments. You wanted to feel loved more than anything, even though you knew deep down it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t last. Your hand ran down his chest, palm cupping his hard cock under his pants. He moaned softly. His fingers became more aggressive, fueled by need. Your hand fumbled to find his belt, clawing at it, desperately trying to unbuckle it while he pummeled your wet cunt with his claws. 

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you doll?” His free hand whipped the belt off him, and he dropped his slacks to his ankles, freeing his pulsing erection. You gripped his dick in your hand, he moaned as you ran your fingers up and down it slowly. “MMM. You want it, baby? Show me how much you want it.” 

His fingers pulled out of you, leaving you feeling hollow and a smear of wetness between your thighs. You lowered to your knees, licking his engorged head. Licking Vox’s penis was a lot like licking a battery, a light electrical sensation ran through your tongue. He spread his fingers, observing the strings of cum hanging between them, before placing them in his mouth. You were massaging with your tongue when his other hand gripped the back of your head, shoving your face closer to his body. His cock hit the back of your throat with a gag. 

“Uuuhhhmmph! G̷̩̥̪̠̃͂̂͋̕̕ͅŏ̴̢͉̥̘̀̇̑̾̃̋̚̚ḑ̵̝͍̟̼͕̭̯̝̗̯̇͆͗̔̂̊͠a̸̧̺̮͕̦͖̝̻͓̠̱͎̻̤̓͒̊͂̿͊͂͋̊̚ͅm̶̳̙̆͆̀̈͆̔n̴̙̲͙͕̅ babe.”

Relaxing your jaw, you let him fuck your face. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes from suppressing your gags. He pulled your head back to look at the mess he’d made of you. Running his tip over your lips.

“Fuck me, please,” you softly whined.

“Anything for you, babe.”

Still holding a tight grip on your hair, he guided you to your feet before shoving you onto the bed. You laid back, resting on your elbows, legs open. Vox slotted himself between them. He ran his tip up and down between your sopping-wet lips, humming at the sensation. 

“I love it when you look so needy, don’t worry hun, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You bit your lip in anticipation, laying back fully on the bed. Leaning over you now, in one thrust he inserted the entirety of his shaft into you. You cried out, in both pleasure and pain. He gripped your throat as he relentlessly punished your cunt with his dick. Vox let out a pleasured grunt as your soft tissues clenched around him. The wet slap of his pelvis meeting yours was divine, but it was the cries you made that sent him closer and closer to climax. 

“F̸̛̛̱̤͇̘̬͙̪͌̍͛̔̉̍u̶̪̗̝̅̿̄́̆̉̎͘͠͠ǔ̶̧͖͈̦̺̹͈̳̹͙͉̤̱̍̎̈͗̓̈́͋̓̏ừ̸͉̪̇̈́̌̍̌̂͂̊͒̀̕ç̴̡̲̲̼̠͙̖̺̮̝̻̟̃̉̒̓̑̐́̏͌̎̊͘̚͠ͅc̵̨͔͕̉͑̾͊̇̾͑̒̾̑̋͠ͅk̵̨͙̜̦͔̗͚͊͑…” His screen glitched as he bottomed out, over and over.

"Please..." your eyes rolled up into your head. “Please… Please Vox” 

“You know how much I love it when you beg,” he growled. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won't be able to walk.”  

His thrusts became shorter and harder, close to the end. He was holding off his climax the best he could, craving the feeling of you cumming all over his cock. You were close, the build-up was knotting up in you. You knew the neighbors could probably hear you at this point, you no longer had any control over the sounds escaping your slacked-open mouth. And with a jagged gasp, you squirted, riding the waves of orgasm. Vox hissed as the tightening of your walls sucked him into you, filling you with his own release. Your jaw chattered as a small surge of electricity washed over your body with his orgasm. You both remained motionless for a few moments, catching your breaths before he slowly pulled out of you. He collapsed on the bed next to you, you rolled to your side to meet his gaze. 

“You know I’m sorry, right?” his tone was sincere as he cradled your cheek in his hand. 

“I do,” you tried to give him a smile, but the tears were already building in your eyes. “I believe you, that you are sorry. I can even forgive you, eventually. But it doesn’t change what happened.” 

“I can make it up to you, I promise. Please give me the chance.” 

“How can I? You hypnotized me and broke my trust. It makes me question everything.” 

“I know,” he sighed. “It was fucked up of me. I swear I’ll never do it again, we can even make a deal. Just.. come back.. Please.” 

“How many times though? Before I found out?” Vox felt a heaviness in his chest. Guilt ran across his face. “Are my feelings for you even real? Was any of it?” 

The tears were streaming, making a large wet spot on your pillow. 

“We can start over. I know it will take time but let me try to earn your trust again.”

“I’m sorry. But for once you have to live with the consequences of your actions.” You tried to wipe the tears away. 

The look of hurt on his screen was unbearable. It took everything to shove down the burning in your throat. You knew you couldn’t keep the strength to tell him no, not when he looked so pained. 

“I’m sorry Vox. You should go.” Your jaw shook as you let out a sob. You rolled over, turning your back to him. 

You wanted more than anything right now for things to go back the way it was. Blissfully ignorant. The moments when it was just you and Vox, who he was without the other Vs. The late nights, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The flutters you’d feel from the way he’d glance at you in meetings. But things had become too broken to fix. Your heart ached. 

Vox reached out to touch you and hesitated, he swallowed hard. While, yes, he had made some poor choices. He did miss you, you were his relief from the day. Where he found comfort when Val was being too much. When the pressure of being who he was as an overlord became too heavy. He tried to tell himself otherwise but the cruel reality of it sunk in when you left. The realization that he took you for granted. 

You heard the crackle of electricity and with that Vox was gone. You let go of the strength, and the burning pain flooding up from your chest, exploding. You let out a loud wail. Curling into a ball holding yourself, you blubbered into your pillow. You cried for what felt like forever until you were completely empty and raw. 

Only then did you fall asleep. 

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Yes, Master - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor fucks you during dinner

Warnings: tentacles, public sex, vaginal and anal penetration, BDSM, Dom/sub. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes:

Darby Link Tree

Chapter 4: Cold Counters

Group dinner had been a regular occurrence that Charlie encouraged. You sat across the table from Alastor. The relationship you had with him was not known to anyone yet. The ruse made things a little bit more exciting. You both acted casually around each other publicly. Would anyone even believe you if you told them the Radio Demon pounded you until you cried every night? Doubtful. Alastor made small talk with Charlie and the others while you focused on the food in front of you.

The conversation was background noise, Alastor had glanced at you, and that was all it took these days to make you wet. You clenched your tights together, wishing dinner would end. Then you felt it. The cool wispy touch of one of Alastor’s tentacles coming up from under the chair, it flicked your swollen clit as you were taking a sip of wine. You coughed, slightly choking. 

“Oh my, are you alright dear?” Alastor asked innocently. 

“Ye..yeah…” you patted your chest. “Went down the wrong pipe.” 

“Perhaps you would benefit from the use of a straw, like a child?” 

He grinned as the tentacle forcefully entered you. He was pleased by how little you reacted, he could see it though. The way the corners of your mouth tightened slightly, how your lower eyelids tensed, but most of all how aggressively your tight walls clenched down on the appendage. 

“While I appreciate your concern, I assure you I am able to drink without supervision,” you snapped.

You knew he’d punish you for your snarky tone, but that's what you craved. You yearned for his forceful hand, the way he tore screams from you as you came. You could feel your body temperature increasing as the chair under you became slick with vaginal fluids. You bit on the inside of your cheek as you tried your best not to react to the intensifying pleasure that was pushing you towards climax. One small misstep and the whole table could find out. The idea that everyone at the hotel might see you orgasm, fueled the fire. You made small, unnoticeable, grinds into the appendage. A second tentacle forced its way in, you wanted so badly to cry out as it stretched you open, leaving a painfully delicious burn in its wake. You had no idea how much you enjoyed pain until Alastor. You did your best to steady your breathing as the second tentacle lapped at your g-spot. Your orgasm hit you surprisingly hard, your feet dug into the floor as your legs tensed. You softly set down your fork and lifted your napkin to your lips, trying to hide how your hands shook. The tentacles slid out of you, leaving you empty.

“Well, lovely dinner, and as much as I’d like to sit and chat, I have more pressing matters,” Alastor said as he excused himself from the table. 

You gave yourself a few minutes before attempting to stand. You downed the rest of your wine and picked up your empty plate. Everyone was too busy talking to notice you entering the kitchen. You rinsed the plate and left it by the sink. As you passed the industrial metal island in the middle of the kitchen you were slammed down. The forceful motion made the two-tiered cake on the other end of the counter bounce. The cold metal was jarring on your warm face, as Alastor’s claws dug into your scalp. 

“Oh darling, we aren’t done.” 

“Yes, Master,” you wined. 

He slid your skirt up, per his instructions you were not wearing underwear today. He dipped his fingers into your dripping core. 

“So wet for me, how thoughtful.” 

“Please Master, please fuck me,” you said as you grinded into his fingers. 

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm, darling,” he gripped the hair on the back of your head, arching your back in an unnatural way. He growled into your ear. “You don’t make the rules here, pet.” 

His fingers worked your insides, still sensitive from the last orgasm you raced towards another. Just as you were about to cum, his fingers abruptly left your aching cunt. You made a pathetic whine and pouted.

“Master, pleeeeassse. I need – Ahahhhhhahhh!” 

He thrust inside you before you could finish complaining. It was aggressive and painful, your entrance burning from his thick erection dragging against your walls. You let out a guttural moan. He quickly shoved his fingers in your mouth, the sweet yet tart taste of your slick permeated your tastebuds. Between the taste and the abrupt thrust of fingers dangerously close to your throat, you gagged a little. 

“Quiet. If they catch us, I will leave you here on the floor in a puddle of cum so they will all know what a little whore you are.”   

The edge of the counter dug into your hips as he pounded you, the slap of skin on skin echoed through the kitchen. If the table of hotel residents weren’t chattering, there was no doubt that they would hear the squelching claps of Alastor fucking you. You shuddered as you came, your soft walls clenching down on his dick.

“Uhhhghhnn, fuck,” Alastor groaned, his breath on your neck. “Such a needy little slut, eagerly milking my cock.”

You mumbled around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin and your jaw aching.   

“Hmmm? What was that?” He removed his fingers.

“Yes, Master!” You sobbed. “I want your cum dripping down my legs, please, Master.” 

“Only good girls get cummed in, you’ll have to earn it.” 

He let go of your hair, you slumped onto the cold surface. The metal beneath you fogged with your breath. Alastor ran his spit-covered fingers around your anus, pushing two fingers in with no prep. You clawed the counter beneath you as your lids fluttered and your eyes rolled back into your head. You saw stars, and words were mush in your mouth, as both his cock and fingers worked both of your holes viciously. You convulsed as you came again, your face in a puddle of your own drool. Alastor hissed as your pussy gripped him. His thrusts fell out of rhythm, fighting off his own climax. He groaned and laid his forehead on your spine as he filled you with his seed. He stayed there for a few moments, catching his breath before pulling out. His cum, as you wished, dripped down your thighs. 

“Get cleaned up, they’ll be serving dessert soon.”

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An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 9

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor takes care of you but loses control

Warnings: Violent sex, monster fucking

Other Notes: none

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 9: Unconditionally yours

Alastor laid you down on your bed, sitting next to you. Angel was waiting anxiously for your return, passing around your room. 

“Oh sweetheart, are you okay?” Angel looked you over. “Shit. Oh shiiit. Vox did this??”

“Val… “ you winced.

“Yeah, that tracks. Bastard,” Angel spat. “What did he give yah?” 

“Periwinkle.. I think..” you groaned. 

The aphrodisiac was starting to kick in. You were too warm. You were trying to keep a steady breath but failing. Just the touch of your clothing on your skin was too much.

“Ugh fucking Val.”

“Explain. Now,” demanded Alastor.

“Ehhh, well, Val got into making this pheromone shit that makes you like, SUPAH HORNY, right? Well after prolonged use it causes some nasty dry spells. Which, as yah can imagine, is counterintuitive when making porn. So he started mixing it with some other drugs. Periwinkle is the current mix he’s been using. It’s got a nice high at the beginning. Yah know, before you start dry-humping everything in sight,” Angel sighed. “There's uh, nothin’ you can do. Just gotta ride it out. I’m happy to help get the job done but uh, the female form isn’t particularly my forte. I got some toys if you want those.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Alastor hissed. “You may go now.”

“Hey- just trying to help here,” Angel said, throwing his arms up. “Look, I’ll leave you two to it, text me if yah need anything. Let me know how you are in the morning, yeah?”

“Thank you Angel,” you said as you winced. 

Alastor gently touched your face, and you gasped. Nuzzling into his palm you lightly bit his thumb, absorbing the sensation of his skin touching yours. Your other hand clawed at his leg. Small whines and sighs escaped your mouth, your whole body felt tense. Desperation was setting in. Alastor leaned over and kissed you on the forehead, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to your lips. You moaned as you aggressively assaulted his mouth. Reciprocating, his tongue found yours. You burned with desire, wanting to consume him. He held your face with both hands to pry your mouth from his. You tried to speak but it came out in airy breaths.

“If you don’t… feel comfortable. I won’t be upset. I wanted to let you.. take things as slow as you need,” you tensed as a chill ran up your back. “But if ..that is the case, I.. I’ll need you to leave. I’m going to get very pathetic. Really soon.” 

It wasn’t an ideal situation, not in any way what either of you had in mind. But he had run from you once and couldn’t do it again. Making the best of the situation was the most either of you could do. 

“I won’t be abandoning you, my dear,” he ran a hand through your hair. “I am, however, still uncertain of my ability to be gentle.” 

“I don’t want you to be.” 

A sharp static crackle filled the room. His hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, his other hand that was on your cheek aggressively wrapped around your throat. He shifted, now straddling you. You whined as he yanked you up, arching your back uncomfortably, towards him. His lips grazed your ear as his neck snapped. 

“How could I, when you say things like that, darling,” he growled with a thick radio filter. 

“Please….” you gasped. Your hips were writhing underneath him, hands pawing at him. “Please Alastor, fuck me…” 

“Mmm. There's that delicious begging again,” you could feel his breath on your neck. “I’ll never tire of it, for that I am certain.” 

He teased, nibbling your ear. He laid you back down, his body following. You were helpless between him and the bed. You wheezed, his grip on your throat increasing. Nibbles turning into stinging cuts, his teeth dragging along your skin, leaving thin red dripping lines. His tongue followed, savoring the taste of your blood. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning with need as if any moment you’d combust. His mouth traveled down to your jawline, meeting yours forcefully. Submitting, his tongue dominated yours. Your hands ran down his sides, his jacket was suddenly gone. He released your neck and mouth. With his claws and teeth, he shredded your top, and pieces of fabric landed all around you, exposing your chest. He softly ran his thumbs over your sensitive nipples as he cupped your ample breasts in each hand. 

“Please…” you cried, “Alastor please...” You were breathing hard, the need was becoming painful. “F..fuu.ckk.. please.” 

He slipped his knee between your thighs, then the other, pushing your legs open. Your skirt rolled up, revealing your soaked underwear. Your whines and moans were intoxicating, Alastor could feel himself pushing against the fly of his slacks. He wanted to know how loudly you’d scream when he thrust into you. Unfortunately for you, Alastor was a patient man. He pinched your nipples, you cried out as your hips bucked. 

“Ughhggn..” you pouted. “You are cruel.” 

“Now now pet,” he scolded, pinching again. “Of course I am. Did you forget who you were dealing with?” 

“Pleaaaasee Alastor!” you sobbed. “Please fuck me, I’ll do anything. I want you in me.” 

“Anything..?” he smirked.

“Ugh!” you banged on his chest with your fists. “Don’t you dare try to weasel a deal into this!” 

He laughed, truly amused. Grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head, he used one hand to hold them in place.

“Darling, I don’t need a deal to know that you're mine,” he growled. “But I would like to hear it from your lips.” 

You thrashed under him, frustrated. Using a single claw he sliced the crotch of your underwear, the fabric peeling from your wet lips. The air felt cold in comparison to the heat coming off you.

“Say it,” he whispered softly in your ear. You heard the unzipping of his pants. He glided the tip of his throbbing cock between your wet folds. “Say you're mine and I’ll fuck you senseless.”

You were grateful that's all he wanted, you were certain you would have handed over your soul had he asked. There was no fight in you left. You wanted him to wreck you and would give anything for it.

“Alastor… uhhnng… please.” 

“I’m waiting…” His tip circled your swollen clit, his breath on your neck. “Say what we both know.”

 “Yes. I’m yours,” you sobbed. “Unconditionally yours.” 

“That's my girl,” he praised as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You were glad that your room was soundproof because the echoes of the ungodly wails and moans coming from you would have permeated the halls of the hotel. The drugs had made everything so sensitive that you came immediately upon insertion. Alastor thrust into you at a savoring pace, he breathed heavily as you gripped him tightly as he entered you, inch by inch. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pushing you down onto him, the base meeting your pelvis. You shuddered as you came. 

“Mmm, my dear, if you are so easily spent I am afraid you are in for an exhausting night.” 

He thrust into you again, devouring your cries. Since he had first laid eyes on the tears running down your face, he craved them to be for him. That you would never cry for any other being in existence, none of them deserved it. But now, not only did he get your tears, but the plentiful bouquet of sounds coming from you now. They were for him and him alone. He coveted the changes in your expressions, pain or pleasure, and they were all his. They would sustain him for an eternity. 

Never in his life, or death, had Alastor felt blessed by higher powers. Why would God ever favor someone like him? But you, you made him question that entirely. He found it a bit poetic. Born and died several generations apart, so many factors that could have altered the outcome entirely. Yet here you were, crying out from under him. Begging for him as if your life depended on it. How were Heaven’s standards so incredibly high that you weren’t sent there instead? They’d clearly made a mistake. One he’d never let them rectify. You were his, he’d die a second death than give you up. 

You had lost track of how many times you had orgasmed. Had it been days or only minutes? The bed felt wet under you. The slapping and squelching sounds confirmed what you already knew. Your eyes rolled up into your head as Alastor bottomed out, over and over. You spewed incoherent babbling, a mix of begs and pleas. Alastor was pleased that you still managed to moan his name as he fucked you stupid. Your warm tight walls gripped his cock with desperation. But his control was waning. His antlers scraped the headboard above you. He let go of your hands, placing his arms on either side of your head. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, feeling the vibrations of your cries in your throat. 

He fought the change as his neck made a snapping sound. Long claws punctured the pillows under you. You could feel the girth moving in and out of you started to expand, now a burning ache. His large hands wrapped around your torso, holding you up off the bed as he pummeled his monstrous member into you. You cried out, mostly in pain, but it didn’t stop you from cumming again. His sharp claws punctured your skin. Drops of blood thudding against the sheets went unheard under the radio static and snarls. His eyes flickered dials. How much Alastor was left at this point you wondered as the beast used you as a cock sleeve. The bed creaked as wood snapped, the bedframe couldn’t take the weight and motion. The static became louder and louder before screeching to a halt. His seed had no room inside you, not with how tightly you were stretched around his girth. Cum gushed down your legs, pooling under you. Before you were discarded onto the bed along with it. Alastor’s colossus form collapsed next to you, unconscious and slowly returning to normal size.

His eyes snapped open in a panic. He panted as he ran his fingers through his hair, glancing down at his now-softening erection. The ejaculate felt sticky and gross. The blood mixed with it however concerned him. He covered his face with his hand and took several deep breaths, avoiding looking over at you.  Were you in one piece? He let out a sharp exhale and rolled to his side. 

Normally a brutal murder scene would have delighted him. Instead, the unfamiliar feeling of shame and guilt washed over him. The bed around him was covered in claw marks, smears of blood and cum. The headboard was cracked in half, covered in antler scrapes. Several pillows were gutted on the floor. The lamp was on its side, flickering. The large stain of blood under you, soaked into the mattress at this point, displeased him. He outlined the edges of your face with his fingers, wiping the blood from your lips. He pulled your body into his. Your back was covered in claw punctures and smears of blood. Bruises lined your torso where several ribs were broken. You felt cold in comparison to how hot you were running earlier. Alastor put the blankets over the both of you. He had damaged you greatly, but you were whole, he could feel your shallow breath. Your eyes fluttered open. You buried your face into his chest, letting out a small satisfied hum, before passing out again. He tried to blink away the burning sting in his eyes. The lump in his throat felt like ash unable to be washed down.

Alastor held you like this for several hours, mentally processing the events that had occurred. Not exactly what he was picturing his first time with you would be. Anger swept over him. 

Valentino was going to suffer.

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An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 8

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Vox has convinced himself he can win you over.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Val is a fucking dick

Other Notes: none

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 8: Bonding Experience

Things had gone back to normal for the most part. Interactions between you and Alastor were taken slowly. The usual day-to-day was the same. As for more intimate experiences, you waited for him to initiate. There was more affection in his actions, little things. His hand on the small of your back, subtle glances. You were willing to go at whatever pace he wanted, you were just happy to be with him and that he wasn’t avoiding you anymore. The rest of the staff was also grateful, Alastor was now in a good mood most of the time.

The party had been a topic of conversation for over a week. It seemed like everyone had a great evening. You were out on some errands and on the way back to the hotel you checked your phone. Charlie had asked if you’d stop by the stationary shop to pick up thank you cards to send to the party guests, an order was ready for her. You were in the middle of texting her to let her know you didn’t mind picking them up for her on your way home, your phone blowing up with heart and smiley emojis from Charlie when you were interrupted. 

A van pulled up next to you, the door thrashed open and two men jumped out. One grabbed you from the back, arms around the chest. You dropped your phone. You used the leverage to throw your legs up and kick the other man in the nuts. Once your feet were on the ground again you whacked the man holding you in the face with the back of your skull several times before he dropped you. You ran, thinking you were in the clear. But just as you were passing the back of the van, a hand reached out. Electricity overwhelmed your body and you slumped in Vox’s arms. 

“Sorry babe,” he picked you up and put you in the van. Glancing at his lackeys he scoffed. “Haha oh shit, she beat the crap out of you, how fuckin’ pathetic! What do I even pay you for?” 

You woke tied to a chair in Vox’s penthouse. You groaned as your eyes refocused. You were in a familiar living room between the two sofas, facing the coffee table and large windows. Valentino was on one couch smoking, scrolling on his phone. Plumes of pink smoke wafted around. Vox approached you, realizing you were awake.

“Hey babe…” he said softly. “Sorry about all that. It should have been a simple stress-free snatch-and-grab. But that's my girl, huh? Always complicating things.” 

“I am not your girl,” you growled. 

“Aw, come on now. Be open-minded. I went to all this trouble to get you,” he leaned over to be level with your face. “I had to be very patient and you know that’s not one of my virtues. Boy oh boy, you really don’t leave the hotel often do you?” 

“Fuck. Off.” 

“Oh doll, I’ve missed you,” he moved a piece of your hair out of your face. “And your sassy little mouth.” 

“Is that all you miss about her mouth?” Valentino asked. He waves his fingers at you. “Hola, chica.”

You struggled against the ropes holding you down. 

“I guess I’ll hear you out, not like I have a lot of options here.”

“See! There you go! That’s the right attitude!” 

“Well spit it out, what half-cocked plan did you come up with?” you spat. “Does this actually have anything to do with me? Or is this about Alastor?” 

“That’s a really good point,” Valentino said.  

“Val, not helping,” Vox said. “No. If this had to do with him don’t you think he’d be sitting here instead of you?” 

“No,” you laughed. “If you could, you would have already.” 

“Also another valid point,” Val stated. 

“Okay, enough from both of you!” Vox yelled. 

“You have a limited amount of time here, I suggest you get moving.” 

“He only cares about himself.” Vox laughed. “What, you think he’s going to come save you?” 

“Yeah. I do,” you stated. “But let's say he doesn’t, I imagine Charlie will wonder where I am. Who do you think she’s going to run to? Her ex-exorcist angel girlfriend? Or her King of Hell angel father? One way or another you are getting your ass handed to you.”

“Another noteworthy point she's making,” Val hissed through his teeth. “Why are we doing this here?” 

“Fine! I’ll get to it then.” Vox grumbled. “You know I want you back, what is that going to take?” 

“You have nothing I want.” 

“I’m sure that’s not true, we could come to an arrangement. You could have whatever job you wanted. Or, no job at all. I could treat you like a queen. I could make you famous, or start your own company, anything! Just tell me what you want.” 

“Pass.” 

“You could have anything and everything you’ve ever wanted. You really want to work at that stupid hotel all your afterlife?” 

“I don’t know what I need to say or do to make you understand, we are done here. I’d rather financially struggle for eternity than come back to you. Especially after this bullshit.”

I can do this, he thought. He could get you back. Avoid the lengthy heartbreak he endured before. He could make you happy, he just knew it. He just had to make you see that he was serious. That he wanted this, he wanted you. 

“What if…” he hesitated. “What if I gave you my soul?” 

“Excuse me?” you said, shocked. “What the fuck Vox.”

“What?!” Valentino exclaimed. “I did not just hear you correctly. What the fuck did you just say?!” Valentino was up from the couch, shouting. He grabbed Vox by the collar and dragged him out of the room. “Excuse us a moment.” 

You could hear shouting down the hall. Vox must have lost it. Offering his soul? Even half is a huge deal. That would shift the power of not only him as an overlord but his company too. It was a choice that affected both Valentino and Velvette and he was just tossing it around like it was nothing. Maybe this wasn’t about Alastor after all. Maybe he did actually love you? 

The doors opened and Valentino entered the room without Vox. 

“He’s going to take a little time out to gather his fucking sanity,” he huffed. “As for you, I’m tired of this. I didn’t care that you were his little sidepiece. But like hell if I am going to suffer this again! I endured years of him whining about Alastor. He finally stopped complaining when you came around and now it's the same goddamn fucking thing.” 

“Aw poor baby,” you said flatly. “Do you want me to call your madre to come change your diapers?” 

“Shut the fuck up!” He slapped you across the face. You felt your lip crack and the slight taste of blood hit your tongue. “You dumb whore!” 

“Wow. Did your mommy also raise you to hit like a bitch?”

“Cunt!” this time he socked you and your head hit the back of the chair with a thud. It took you a bit to shake it off. “I don’t mind roughing you up if you’re into that, baby. Cause I certainly am.” 

“Fuck,” you could see a blurry red cloud in the corner of your eye, the impact broke a blood vessel. “There you go champ, I knew you had it in you.”

“Ugh. You are going to start cooperating and give him what he wants,” Val demanded.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you could feel blood dripping from your nose, he got you good on that last swing. “I’m not doing shit.”

“I wasn’t asking,” Val pulled a syringe of purple liquid out of his pocket. “We're going to make you a little bit more complaint.” 

“What the fuck, Val… come on, that's a bit excessive,” you uselessly struggled in the chair. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, now we want to play nice? Too late.” 

He injected it into your arm with an aggressive jab. Your vision immediately blurred. The room moved like you were floating on the ocean. You tried to keep your eyes open as you tilted your head back to rest on the back of the chair. By the time Vox returned, you were slack-jawed.

“I had a little chat with our girlie here and I think she’ll be more behaved,” Val told Vox, returning to the couch.

“Oh, uh, okay… great,” he came over to you. “Oh, what the fuck Val, did you hit her?” 

“Just a little.” 

“Ughhhh. You are not helping me here!” he turned back to you, taking your face in his hands to look at the swelling and bruise that was already forming on your eye. He grabbed a rag and wiped the blood from your nose. “I’m sorry, doll, are you okay?”

You blinked hard several times trying to clear your vision. All you could see was the blurry glow of Vox’s face. 

“Pretty… blue…” you giggled. 

“Uh..” Vox looked at your dilated eyes. “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK VAL!? Did you drug her??”

“Yes, now make a deal for her soul so we can be done with this fucking bullshit!” Val spat. 

“Fuck…Fuckkkkkkk,” he groaned. He took a deep breath. “What is wrong with you? She’s never going to trust me now!”

“Oh yeah, 'cause kidnapping is such a bonding experience. Shut the fuck up and take her soul. I gave her a nice little cocktail, if she isn’t willing now in about 20 minutes she’ll be so hungry for your cock, she’ll give you whatever you want.” 

“Fuck fuck fuck. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.” 

“What was the plan then? You sell her your fucking soul and ruin everything we have going for us? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” 

“Get out,” Vox sat on the opposite couch than Val, placing his head in his hands. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. N̷̬̝͚̒̚Õ̶̢̧̨͔̮̳̫̘͍̭̤͉̻̤̊̉̈́̋̈́͐͌̎̑̈́͘͠Ẅ̸̢̱̘́̔͛̇̓̓̈́̈̉̅̏̾͘͘͠!” 

“FINE,” Val hissed. “But if you give that cunt your soul, I will personally kill both of you fuckers. Do you understand me!?” He picked up the drink he was nursing and threw the glass against the wall. “FUCKING RIDICULOUS!” 

The doors slammed behind him. Vox sat there, head in his hands, panicking. What options did he have? There was no way he’d be able to convince you to come back now. He was fucked. You groaned as the room spun. Vox untied you from the chair, picked you up, and carried you to the couch. He laid you down, propping your head up on his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair. 

“Fuck.. I ..I’m so sorry.” 

“Vox..?” 

“Yeah, babe... I’m right here.” 

“I don’t feel good,” tears dripped from your eyes.

“Yeah… I know. I’m sorry, doll. I’m really sorry. I don’t know, I just thought… I’m so stupid.” He sighed. “I wanted things to go back the way they were… I thought I could...I don’t know.”

 He wiped a tear from your face, you shuttered at his touch. He knew he had a short amount of time before the love potion part of the cocktail would make the situation so much worse. Val intended for him to take advantage. Vox was a lot of things, but he wasn’t that. You were already starting to squirm, clenching your legs together. After several minutes of drowning in his thoughts, he swallowed his pride, picked up his phone from the table, and dialed the only person he knew at the hotel. 

“Hi, Angel? Yeah uh…it’s Vox. I need to talk to Alastor please.” 

“Oooooof, yah, about that…uh…” he paused. “He’s already comin’ for yah bud. Good luck!” Angel hung up. 

Fuck my life. Vox sat and awaited his fate. 

It didn’t take long before Vox could hear screams and crashing sounds coming from lower levels of the building. The doors of his penthouse burst open, black tentacles flailing. Alastor’s large corrupted form twisted its way through the doorway. Smears of blood and body parts littered the hall behind him, half of a body in his large claw. 

“Al.. I fucked up,” he let out a heavy exhale. “Please take her home. She needs you.” 

One of his tentacles whipped out and wrapped around Vox’s neck, bringing him to his knees. Scratchy radio growls bubbled up from Alastor’s chest. He dragged Vox across the room, raising him up off the ground. Alastor’s jaw clenched and teeth grinding as his neck made a piercing cracking sound. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. 

“If she left.. Wouldn’t.. Wouldn’t you do .. anything to get her back?” Vox gagged, gripping at the appendage crushing his throat. The tentacle continued to apply pressure, a small crack ran across Vox’s face. “..ple..ase..” 

“Ala..stor…” you mumbled, curled up in a painful ball on the couch. 

You reached your hand out to him. His expression softened and form shrank, lured out of his murderous rage by your voice. He tossed Vox, landing against the coffee table. Glass and wood broke beneath him. Vox sat up and dragged himself to the other couch, pulling a few pieces of glass out of his arm. He tried to catch his breath. Alastor sat down next to you, removing hair from your face. He growled when he saw the swollen red lump around your eye.

“She’s right, I’m no good for her,” Vox said, defeated. “I didn’t appreciate her until she was gone. I didn’t realize what a hole she’d leave. I miss her kindness, her humor,” tears formed in the corners of Vox’s eyes. “Don’t fuck this up Al. Don’t do what I did.”

Vox had a new sense of clarity and was finally letting go. He could see that no matter what he did, he pained you in one way or another. Situations both in and out of his control would always affect your quality of life. Tonight was a great example. He could finally see that you deserved better than he could give. He had failed you, just as he’d failed Alastor so many years before. Vox wrapped his arms around his knees and sobbed. He felt heartbroken and knew it was his own fault. 

“Please… deal with this later? Take me home,” you pleaded. 

“Very well. But this will be addressed,” he snarled at Vox. 

Alastor picked you up and all faded to black. 

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 3

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Summary: You move into the Hotel. Alastor's shadow is a pest. Warnings: No warnings. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: none

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 3: Celebrations

“There is no time like the present to forget the past, my dear.” He cupped your face in his free hand. You placed your hand on top of his and closed your eyes. 

You struggled today, with the poor amount of sleep you got the night before and how low your emotional battery was running. You had been staring at the same document for over 20 minutes now. And Alastor had taken notice. It infuriated him. He could smell Vox on you. Your eyes were swollen and puffy from crying. He’d spent all week tormenting you without a single tear yet that idiot Vox could get this kind of reaction out of you? Unacceptable. He wanted to be the one making you cry, watch your face as warm streams leak from your eyes, because of him, for him. Just for fun. And it would be, because of how strong you were. You were thick skinned and it would take work to chip away at you. Alastor felt excited, he hadn’t found much interest in the people around the hotel, not like this. He wanted to crawl inside you and corrupt you from the inside out. He wanted to replace every memory of Vox with a better one of himself. He would own you, eventually. He was certain.

“Not your cheery self today, eh?” Alastor teased. 

“Huh?” You snapped out of it, quickly wiping a tear about to fall. “Oh, sorry. Uh, rough night.”

“Maybe it would be in your best interest to reside here at the Hotel? If your current living arrangement is proving to be… distracting.” 

“Would that be you accepting that I’m a good fit for this position?” you teased.

“Hmm. Well, I do have to admit, you’ve gotten a lot more done around here than most,” he pulled a hotel key out of his pocket, handing it to you. “A room has been made ready for you.” 

You knew Alastor wasn’t just handing out kind gestures, this was a low-key shot at Vox, taking something he wanted away from him. But he was admitting he didn’t want to get rid of you. And with how fragile you felt at the moment, it felt like kindness. 

“Thank you, Alastor.” Taking the key another tear escaped, running down your face. 

“He’s not worth your tears, darling,” he wiped the wet streak off your face with a claw. “Trust me on that.” 

Alastor licked the salty moisture off his finger as he walked away. 

Angel and Husk offered to help you move. It didn’t take very long, you didn’t own much. You left the mattress since there were much nicer beds at the hotel. Your life was a total of five boxes. It made you feel a little pathetic. You stopped to take in the apartment one last time. You hated this shit hole and yet you felt sad leaving it. Maybe it represented the last bit of the life you were leaving behind. Was this a real reason you didn’t move into the hotel sooner? Even if you didn’t keep the job you could stay and take a shot at redemption. Why did this hurt? Angel placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. You wondered if this was similar to how he felt leaving Valentino and coming to the hotel. 

Your room was much bigger than you pictured, it was a corner room with a beautiful view of Pentagram City. You couldn’t help but notice your room was right under Alastor’s. You unpacked your clothes into the wardrobe and placed your toiletries in the bathroom. The tub was huge, you could not wait to take a hot bath. Your apartment had a tiny shower stall, whenever Vox left you alone at his penthouse you could always be found in the tub. Now you had one of your own. Another thing you didn’t need him for, a small victory. Lastly, you unpacked your small VCR TV and VHS cassettes. You were a 90’s child at heart, while you died in 2015, you held on to the few nostalgias you could find.  

After putting on your pajamas you wandered down to the kitchen, you were so busy moving that you forgot to eat. Your fuzzy bunny slippers shuffled on the carpet. As you reached the lobby Angel called out for you from the bar.

“Hey toots! Come over here and celebrate with us!” 

“Celebrate what?” you asked

“Being free from, well, you know. Might not feel like it right now, but you took a huge step in a new direction today,” Angel smiled at you. “You should be proud of yourself.” 

“I agree with Angel. Good for you. Can I make you a drink?” Husk asked. 

“A Dirty Shirley please.” 

Husk slid the glass over to you. You didn’t really enjoy sweet things that much but your grandma used to make you Shirley Temples as a kid. And the vodka evened out the sweetness of it. You plucked the cherry from the drink by the stem and raised it to your mouth. A black blur flashed in front of you and it was gone, you were left holding the stem. Alastor’s shadow cackled and swished away. 

“Yeah….” you looked confused. “I’m not sure what that’s about.”

“Yah didn’t think Alastor was going to stop tormenting yah, did yah?” Angel laughed “Maybe his shadow’s got a crush on you. Haha,” Angel paused for a second. “Wait, can you fuck a shadow?” 

“Sorry to say kid, but the more he bothers you, the less he bothers us,” Husk chuckled. 

“Well, that sounds like I’m doing you all a favor…” you said slyly. “I’m going to remember that for later.” You winked.

One drink turned into three or four. You had forgotten what it was like to have friends, work had consumed you fully for so long. And any extra time you had usually was spent with Vox. For once you were enjoying yourself. But the fact that you still hadn’t made it to the kitchen was catching up with you. The drinks were hitting you hard.

You said your goodnights and shuffled to the kitchen, knowing if you didn’t eat something tomorrow would be even less pleasant. Just a snack, something easy. You spotted a box of cheese crackers, bingo. You fumbled with the package as you made your way to your room. Not paying attention to things around you, you hit the floor with a thud and a yelp. Alastor’s shadow had tripped you. You lay on your back, groaning. 

“Oh dear me, you poor thing,” Alstor stood over you, smiling. 

“Hey, Peter Pan. Do you want to reel in your shadow? That thing is a fucking menace.” 

“Whatever do you mean? I think you might be intoxicated my dear. And quite clumsy.” 

“Both can’t be true? Pfft.” 

“Oh come now, he just likes you! That’s all.”

You stumbled as you got up, snatching the cracker box off the ground. You continued to struggle, pulling at the bag inside the box. You pulled hard and slipped, your hand hitting your face. 

“For fucks sake.” You grumbled, slouching against the wall with a groan. 

You didn’t notice but when you fell you bit your lip. You lightly touched your finger to the swollen area, and with a hiss, you pulled away quickly, a smear of blood on your finger. 

“Hahaha. You are such an interesting specimen.” He grabbed your hand, looking at the blood on your finger. “When it comes to your work, you are collected and methodical. But yet, somehow, in your personal life- well I haven’t seen a mess like you before.” He licked the blood from your finger. 

“Ok.. Ew,” you pulled your hand away. “Well that tends to happen when you ignore yourself and focus purely on work,” you sighed, pulling at the bag. “Being a workaholic is much easier than addressing your feelings.” 

Alastor leaned his arm against the wall, trapping you in between. You didn’t consider this a sexual move. You knew enough from Vox’s bitch fests that Alastor wasn’t particularly interested in sex. You assumed he was just trying to make you uncomfortable. But his face was incredibly close to yours. You hid your bleeding lip under your teeth, slightly worried he’d lick that too. Instead, he ran a claw across the bag in your hand, opening it. You looked down at the bag and then back at him, delighted. He was pleased to see your face light up, like a child receiving a new toy. You popped a cracker in your mouth with blissful satisfaction. 

“Oh. I’ve been meaning to ask you - “ Realizing you were talking with your mouth full, you paused and swallowed. “Is there a way to soundproof my room?” 

“And what, pray tell, would you be doing that requires a measure such as that?” He leaned in, smelling your hair. You ignored it. 

“Nothing interesting, unfortunately. But I do like to listen to music loudly. And with absolute certainty, I can say that you wouldn’t enjoy it.” 

“How considerate of you.” He ran a claw through your hair. “Very well.” He stood straight and headed towards your door.

“Oh.. right now? Alright.” 

He opened the door for you, following behind. Aggravated. Did you not care about your personal space? How was he so far off the mark with you? You might be accustomed to working for overlords but were you not at all frightened of him? You still smelled of Vox and it further flamed his annoyance.

“Did you not move your things here?” He asked, looking at the bare room.

“I did,” you pointed to the VCR TV on the dresser and sat on the bed “I don’t own much. Workaholics tend to live at work,” you stopped to think. “Haha and now I am literally living at my work.” 

“This is outdated, is it not?” Alastor picked up a VHS

“Correct. The last VHS was made in 2006,” you shrugged “It’s a comfort thing I think. A reminder of better days.”

He found it charming that you also held onto the past in similar ways that he did. He read the back of the VHS cover in curiosity. 

“I think you’d actually like that one.”

“Oh?” 

“It’s about an FBI agent hunting a serial killer that likes to wear his victim's skin. And to do so she needs the help of another killer, who is a cannibal.” 

“Hmm. I suppose if I was to watch one of... these… that premise does sound appealing.” 

You jumped up and pulled open the dresser drawer. It was full of VHS tapes. 

“This one, he kills his victims in their dreams. This one is about a serial killer who gets trapped inside a doll. This one is about zombies. These three are about vampires. And this one, one of my favorites, the killer psychologically torments people over the phone before stabbing them to death.” Alastor couldn’t help but notice the genuine smile you had on your face, sharing your videos about murder. He found it very endearing. “If you ever want to watch one, tell me. But I know TV isn’t your thing.” 

“I appreciate the offer either way.” And he did, with the exception of Charlie’s silly group nonsense, Alastor was rarely invited to join others in activities. He didn’t mind that of course, he being the cause of why no one asked. But for whatever reason, your invitation seemed authentic. “Well, let us take care of the task at hand.” 

You sat on the bed and watched. Alastor placed his hand on the wall and a green shimmer rippled through the room. The thought that there was a place in the hotel where no one could hear you scream was thrilling to him. He was more than happy to accommodate your request. He watched your drunk-slited eyes follow the magic along the walls, following it over the ceiling and eventually tilting too far and falling backward onto the bed. Alastor laid down on his side next to you, propping his head up with his hand. 

“You don’t hold your liquor well, do you?” 

“Never really have, no,” you laughed and rolled to your side to face him, struggling to keep your eyes open. You giggled. “Once at a work party, I threw up on Valentino’s fur coat. He was soooo pissed. He and Vox didn’t speak, for like, a week.”  

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did he do to break your trust?” Alastor asked. 

“He uh… I caught him hypnotizing me. I was looking through footage for another project and came across it. Turns out he’s been doing it for a while. And now I don’t know what is real and what isn’t.” You let out a heavy exhale. “It’s really fucking with me.” 

Alastor felt a slight pang of guilt before shoving it back down with the rest of his feelings he chose to ignore. Vox hurt you badly by manipulating you and Alastor aimed to do similarly, if not the same. The gentleman, the man his mother raised, felt that guilt. But just for a moment before it was washed away by the man, the monster, Alastor had become. 

“There is no time like the present to forget the past, my dear.” He cupped your face in his free hand. You placed your hand on top of his and closed your eyes. 

You woke, groggy and hungover. You remembered talking to Alastor. When did you fall asleep? When did you get into bed? You rolled over, there was a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the nightstand that you didn’t remember getting. You thought about the affection Alastor gave you the night before and cringed a little. You were sure he’d give up on that too eventually.

It was Saturday. You and Angel had plans to go shopping. You realize you didn’t actually own enough regular clothes to cover the whole week. You put on shorts and spaghetti-strap top. If you could rely on Hell for anything, it was that it was always hot. You put your long hair in two messy buns on your head. 

“Hey there Sailor Moon, you ready to hit the mall?” Angel called out to you as you entered the lobby. 

“Fuck yeah I am” 

You spent a large portion of the day at the mall with Angel. 90’s fashion was popular again on Earth and it had trickled down to Hell. You were ecstatic. It felt a lot like the days when you and your friends would be mall rats, with no money, and nothing to do, so you’d hang out at the mall all day. Angel was entertaining and it was nice feeling like you had a friend. You felt reenergized, having a day to yourself, doing things just for you and no one else in mind. You did find it interesting that people stared. You’d forgotten how famous Angel was, it felt a lot like being friends with the popular girls in school, which you weren’t. You ate at the food court, cautiously, still feeling a bit hungover. Afterward, you got your nails done at the salon. Angel was kind enough to pay for everything until you got your first check.

Arriving back at the Hotel, you and Angel dragged in several bags of shopping therapy. Say what you will about it, treating yourself did make you feel a lot better about things. You took a long bath with the new products Angel recommended, including a bright pink fizzy bath bomb. You ended the night watching movies with Angel and Husk in the entertainment room. Lucifer made popcorn and joined in around the second movie. Charlie and Vaggie followed. 

You looked around at this new group of people. No, a new group of friends. And for the first time in a very long time, you felt like things might be okay.  

But what was that Alastor said about hope? 

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 7

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor struggles with his feels, The Party ensues

Warnings: This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Daisy's Song -2012 rescoring of The Lodger by compositor Nitin Sawhney Performed by the London Symphony Orchestra

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 7: The Party

You hadn’t seen Alastor. He was purposely avoiding you and it was pissing you off, mostly because you were feeling hurt. You didn’t care about what happened. You expected there to be some sort of learning curve, next time maybe things should be taken slower. If there was going to be a next time. You wanted to be understanding and give him the space he needed to emotionally process things. You knew emotional communication wasn’t a skill he had, but he could at least try instead of running away. The dark thought that maybe this was another game of his and you played right into it crossed your mind. Was it a long con, to get you to drop your guard? All part of the manipulation? But that made you tear up and you chose to shove that out of your consciousness, you wouldn’t be able to deal with that as a reality.

The whole hotel knew something was up but didn’t dare say anything.. You and Alastor were never in the same room when previously he stalked you constantly. When he was around, his mood was fowler than usual. He was short-tempered and snappy. You on the other hand just looked gloomy. You sat at your desk, it was too quiet. You had gotten used to Alastor constantly bothering you. The silence felt wrong and out of place. The days sludged by. Angel tried to cheer you up, but the distraction was nice. But sitting alone in your room felt like torment. You were hoping maybe he’d show up when movie night rolled around, but you were left waiting. It was kind of devastating for you. You felt pathetic holding his tail while you cried. 

Alastor was also miserable, tormenting himself. In the time he’s spent avoiding you, the void created by your absence had eaten at him. He didn’t expect how dull his life would become without you. It was the same mundane day over and over again. He couldn’t keep running from you, he felt like he was suffocating. He had never felt like this before and it was overwhelming, panic made a home in his chest with no intention of vacating.

“Look at you, I’ve never seen you so disheveled,”  Rosie greeted Alastor. “Come come, let’s have a chat,” Rosie brought out some tea and snacks to the small table in her room. “Okay sweetheart, I know this is a tough area for you. You’ve nevah let anyone get this close before and that’s overwhelming and new.”

 Alastor slouched in his chair.

“Do you want her to be with someone else?”

“Ugh…” he grumbled. Picturing how Lucifer smiles at you. His ears bent back and eyes narrowed at the thought. “...No…”

“If something happened to her right now, would you hunt whoever did it down and make them pay?” 

“I’d eviscerate them.” 

“Well then sounds like it's a little too late to worry about her being a so-called weakness,” she took a sip of her tea. “Get outta your head and be with the girl, she’s good for you.” 

“I don’t know if I have the self-restraint necessary.” 

“So you got a little aggressive in the bedroom, who hasn’t dismembered a lover once or twice? It happens! The point is, she loves you for who you are,” she said, setting down her cup and giving Alastor a stern look. “And I’m not trying to be rude here, but that’s a BIG ask my friend.”

“I can’t comprehend how we got here in the first place,” he laid his head in his arms on the table. “And I haven’t the faintest idea on how to navigate this situation moving forward.” 

“So work on it. Together. Swallow your pride and ask for help. I’m sure she’d be willing to go as slow as you needed. But you gotta com-un-i-caaaaaaate, sweetheart!” she softened her face and put her hand on top of his. “I get it, it's scary caring for someone. But you have to stop fighting it or you're gonna hurt her worse than a few bite marks. I can’t imagine she feels great right now with you ignoring her.”

“She is strong-willed, she will manage.”

“Maybe so, but you two shared a hot n’ heavy moment just for you to disappear. She probably thinks you regret being intimate with her.”

“That… was not my intention,” he sighed. “But I see your point.”

“You can’t keep living like this. Either give her up or dive in. It’s not fair to string her along if you aren’t going to follow through,” she sighed. “So what’s it gonna be mister? You want her or not?”

“...Yes…” he mumbled.

"What was that?" she flicked his ear and he sat up. 

"YES."

“Attaboy! Now, get your head out of your ass and go apologize!” 

“You have my appreciation, as always.” 

“Yeah yea, go on, shoo!”

Tonight was the party, the whole hotel was bustling with energy. Hair and makeup being done, suits being pressed. Everyone looked dashing in their formal attire. Your slinky red backless dress illuminated your features and curves. Your stitches already came out, everything was healing fine. Only small purple scars were left. You covered them with a little bit of makeup.

 Asmodeus gave everyone a big welcome. The club looked amazing, all the planning paid off and you felt quite proud of yourself. Several performers were lined up for the evening's entertainment. All of the Sins were in attendance. Lucifer gave a heartwarming speech on how proud he was of Charlie and all that she had accomplished. News crews were stationed outside covering the event. Dinner was amazing, Asmodeus went out of his way to host. The main core staff of the hotel danced together on the floor after several rounds of drinks. But someone was missing. You searched the room for Alastor, but he was nowhere to be found. After the third time glancing, scanning the crowd, you didn’t see him but you caught a glimpse of his shadow sneaking around. You knew he was watching, somewhere. So you decided to be a little petty.

You asked Lucifer to dance. He was surprisingly a wonderful dance partner. He also seemed to be having genuine fun. Oftentimes he seemed pained. Whether it be social situations, loneliness, insecurity, or general worry about Heaven. But tonight he was living it up like everyone else and it was great to see. 

“The party turned out great, thank you for all your hard work!” he said, twirling you.

“Everyone deserved some time off, it's the least I could do. Plus Asmodeus did most of the heavy lifting.” 

“You are being modest, you’ve been at the hotel a short time and have gotten so much done. We really needed more structure and you provided that. So don’t sell yourself short,” he smiled. Lucifer did have a heartwarming smile when he was genuine. “We all appreciate you.” 

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m glad to be of service.” 

“And thank you for the dance. But I believe you have a sulking deer to attend to.” 

Lucifer pointed with his eyes, Alastor was leaning in the doorway. His ears were tilted back in annoyance. He had observed you dancing with Lucifer and made him feel insecure and possessive. As the song ended you went to the bar for more champagne, not to Alastor. He could work for it if he wanted it. You stood on the edge of the dance floor watching your coworkers- no, your friends, enjoy their well-earned reward as you sipped from the glass, pretending you didn’t see him. But you could feel Alastor’s eyes following you.  

“You look divine this evening,” Alastor whispered to you, now behind you. “Though the dress leaves little to the imagination, dear.” 

“Sounds like you have a dull imagination then,” you sassed. “And a poor sense of timeliness. You’re late.” 

“My apologies, I had to… get my head out of my ass… as Rosie so eloquently put it.” 

“My condolences, that sounds like a difficult task,” you sarked back. You downed the champagne and put the glass on the tray of a passing waiter. “So you’re done avoiding me I take it?” 

“My behavior has been inconsiderate, for that I am sorry,” he mused. “Did you enjoy your dance with His Majesty?”

“Why? Envious?” 

“Envy wouldn’t be the correct word. Jealously would be more accurate.”

“How so?” 

“Envy is when someone has something you want,” he leaned, and you could feel his breath on your neck. “Jealousy is when someone is taking something you have.”

“You are very confident for someone who ignored me for weeks. What makes you think I’m yours?”

“This..” he ran a claw down your bare back. You shivered. “I’ve been selfish and would like to make it up to you if you permit me,” he held his hand out. “Dance with me, my dear.” 

You wanted to be mad at him for ignoring you for so long. But you were very much aware this was relatively new to him and he was likely to be doing the best he could with what limited emotional tools he had. You glanced at his hand, sighed, and put yours in his. To your surprise, he led you outside to the patio, not the dance floor. He walked you to the corner, you could no longer see the party inside. Lanterns lit the stone walkway and flower beds. His microphone appeared in his hand, he stabbed it into the soil of one of the planters. Standing upwards, music trickled from it. He placed one hand on your waist and pulled you into him. You looked up at him with an amorous stare as you began to dance.

“This song…” you looked puzzled. “Where did you get this?” 

“Lovely isn’t it?” he looked deeply into your eyes, transfixed.

“It’s from the 2012 rescoring of The Lodger..”

“It is, yes.” 

“But that's not the version we watched. Alastor..did you… did you use a computer?” 

“Just because I don’t like technology, it does not mean I am incapable of using it.”

“Well aren’t you full of surprises,” you said softly.

“I promise to always keep you on your toes, my love.” 

The hand you had placed on his shoulder moved to the back of his neck as you laid your head on his chest. Swaying, letting him lead. His hand at the small of your back tenderly caressed your bare skin. He had done something very thoughtful as an apology and you couldn’t help but let it melt you. Maybe he couldn’t express it in words, but his actions were vocal enough.

“It will take more than a dance to make it up to me,” you ran your nails along the back of his neck. “But you are off to a good start.” 

“I’ll spend the rest of our eternal damnation if that's what it takes.” 

He leaned you back and kissed you. This kiss was different than the last, it was soft and slow. You closed your eyes, savoring the delicate motions of your lips meeting his. It made you forget why you were upset with him in the first place. You could feel yourself blushing at the sensual nature of how gently his tongue fondled yours. This was new, Alastor was clearly trying; trying for you. How many can say that The Radio Demon had gone out of his way for them? It made you feel exceptionally special and cared for. 

Vox on the other hand was digging his claws into his control board, watching from his drone. Electric sparks flew from the gashes. His screen glitched. It hurt to see the two of you finding happiness without him. Together. Old wounds from Alastor bled open, deepened by the fresh wounds your absence created. His emotions mixed together so violently he couldn’t tell which one of you he was truly mad at, bitterness overcame him. All he knew was that T̴̛̟̼͓͖̫̈̃̾̈́͗̊̒͂̓̐͠h̸͎͈̮̀̿̐̀̀͑̊͊̍̅̄̀ͅi̶̛̺͙̝͙̥̜͙̹̩͇̾̌̓̓̀̔͝s̴̡͎͓̗͙̓̿͊͒ ̵̛̦́͒̎̔̈́́̈́͋̓͘̕͝ĕ̶̩̬̲̦̜n̴̢͈̠̻͚͂̃̒d̵̖̥̹͙͈̈́̀̀ș̷̤̣̅̅̅̒̉̀̋̈́͊͌̚̚ ̶̨̢̢̭͈͈̮̞̳̭̣̖́̐͆̊̀̃̾̈́̏͌͑̊̚͜͜͠n̵̳͚̪͕̜̗̰̈́̓̅͊̑͊͗̌͌̕̚͝ͅo̴̤̯͝͝w̴̢̱͔̟̲̫̫͉̤̻͎͈̔. 

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An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 6

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. The party is quickly approaching. Things with Alastor escalate, violently.

Warnings: Handjob, blood, cannibalism?. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Song reference - Loneliest Day by System of a Down Movie reference - Tatum's death in Scream (1996)

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 6: Control

The party was coming up fast and you were diligently planning. Asmodeus was taking a lot off your plate by providing location, security, bar, and food. For that you were grateful. You had collected the guest list and sent out invites. You spent part of the day at Ozzie’s going over the floor plan and working with their stage manager to book some entertainment. Everything seemed to be in order. 

 Due to it being formal attire, you and Angel went shopping. Angel, of course, picked something very revealing that didn’t quite qualify for formal. But he looked great either way. Angel picked out a form-fitting backless red dress for you. 

“Oh my gawwd, that looks amazing on you. Please get this one.” 

“I don’t know, this thigh slit is really high.” 

“Easy access?” 

“Angel…” you scowled. 

“Come on, don’t try to tell me yah couldn’t use a good lay?”

“I admit, I could relax a bit,” you took a breath. “But- that's why I just plan on drinking too much.” 

“Which will make it easier to tap that. Win-win.” 

“You are the wooorrrstttt.” 

“Haha I know babe,” he smiled. “But yah getting this one right?”  

“Fine, yeah,” you turned around to eye the back. “It does make my ass look great.”

“Hell yah it does.”

“The straps are a little loose though, I’ll see if they’ll alter it,” you pulled the strap back up. “Do you have a date?” 

“Nah, I was kinda hopin' Husk would ask me. How about you?” 

“No, I’ve been too busy planning to even think about it.”

“What about Tenticles, huh?,” referring to Alastor. “He’s gonna lurk around you all night anyways,” pausing to think. “I dunno those tentacles could be a lot of fun.” 

“Oh my god Angel,” you laughed. “I am so glad he is too old to know what hentai is.” 

“Ahaha! So you’ve thought about it!” Angel cackled. “You pervvv!” 

In truth, you weren’t really sure if Alastor liked you. On one hand, he didn’t give physical attention to anyone like he did with you, though it was small. You did feel he was different around you, to some degree he could drop his shields. But on the other hand, you didn’t expect anything from him sexually. And you weren’t going to push for it, you wouldn’t enjoy it if he wasn’t enjoying it. Maybe he needed time to become more comfortable in the situation. Maybe this was an old-fashioned type of deal. You really didn’t know and didn’t want to assume either. You also weren’t sure if you wanted to jump into another relationship with another boss. It all made you uneasy. 

You both returned to the hotel feeling accomplished and excited for the party. Your dress would be delivered later after the straps were adjusted. You had already booked a makeup and hair team to service the staff for the party. The florist had confirmed the order was placed. Everything was coming together. 

You headed up to your room for the evening.

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“Hey, Smiles,” Angel called to Alastor who was sitting at the bar. He took a seat. “You gonna ask our girl to be yah date to the party, or what?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Oh come on. I see the way yah look at her.”

“And how’s that exactly?” 

“Like yah want chop her up and put her in a stew. Which I assume is yah idea of romance.” 

“Perhaps you should mind your own business.”

“Alright, but someone else is bound to ask her,” Angel remarked. “In fact, I think Lucifer was lookin’ for her earlier… Just sayin’.” He waved his hand dismissively and walked away. 

Angel was making it up, Lucifer wasn’t looking for you. But he knew the idea of Lucifer taking you on a date would infuriate Alastor and was trying to motivate him. The idea of asking you himself made him choke. You were becoming a weakness and weaknesses get exploited. This was a passing fancy, he lied to himself, and it would fade.  

Tapping his claws on the glass, he grumbled to himself and finished his drink.  

For the next few days, things at the hotel were slow and with the party set you didn’t have much to do. You lay on your bed, relaxing, and shopping on your phone for some shoes to match your dress. Music turned up loud as you sang along.  “And if you goooo, I wanna go with yooou

And if you diiiie, I wanna die with yoooou

Take your hand and walk awaaaaaaaaay”

The music abruptly stopped. 

“A lovely sentiment indeed.” 

You looked towards your CD player, there was Alastor with his finger on the pause button. 

“My apologies, I knocked,” he explained. “This arrived for you, your party dress I assume.” He hung the garment bag off the door of your wardrobe. “A lovely color,” he eyed the dress.

“Oh, thank you, Angel helped me pick it out.”

 “I was wondering. If you aren’t busy, I have an errand to run. I’d like you to accompany me.”

The store was dated and felt like a museum. Smelt like one too. Items from every era cluttered the shelves. You followed him through the store, rows of dimly lit shelves. Despite being cluttered the store was very well organized. Shelves were labeled by decade. Each item had a price tag with a detailed description of its origin. He led you downstairs, the shop seemed to have endless rooms. He paused at a curtained door. 

“Close your eyes, please,” he asked, holding out his hand. You complied. He led you through the doorway. “Alright, you may open them.” 

You were in a large room with wall-to-wall shelves of VHS movies. You were stunned. They had every film you could think of. It looked a lot like an old video store. You were wide-eyed with excitement. Alastor ate up every nuance change in expression, savoring it. 

“This is amaaaazing. Holy shit!” you looked back to Alastor. 

“Well, we only had five movies left,” he said smugly. “Would  be a shame if we ran out.” 

“This is very thoughtful Alastor..” 

“Why the surprise? I am certainly capable of it,” he waved his hand.

“I’m not questioning your ability, more your willingness,” you laughed. 

“Ouch,” he grabbed his chest dramatically. “You wound me.” 

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, laughing. “Where do we even start, there's so many!” 

“The owner has agreed to let us borrow what we please. If there's something you desire, purchasing is an option.” 

“And he’s doing this out of the kindness of his heart? Or is it the fear you instilled in him?”

“How should I know? I am unaware of his ability for kindness or fear, I couldn’t properly measure.” 

“Suuure,” you rolled your eyes. You skimmed the horror section, grabbing a few favorites. Once the stack was too much for you to hold on your own, you called it. “Alright, I think this should suffice. I know it’s not our usual night but we're gonna watch some of these, yah?”

“Of course my dear, I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”

Upon returning to the hotel you were greeted by Angel and Lucifer at the bar. They encouraged you to join them. The four of you enjoyed a few drinks. Angel talked about some nonsense going on at the studio. Lucifer was exhausted by the latest meeting with Heaven. Everyone seemed excited about the upcoming party. 

“So, toots, you got a date yet?” Angel asked you but looked at Alastor. He glared. 

“Hasn’t really been a priority,” you commented, also glaring at Angel, knowing exactly what he was doing. “But thanks for your concern… What about you Husk? Do you have a date?” you asked, staring at Angel. 

“Uh..” Husk looked from Angel to you and back to Angel, your eyes intensely burning into one another. “Yeah, I’m going to say out of whatever this is…” He held his hands up, backing away from the rest of you. 

Lucifer laughed. He’d been enjoying his time at the hotel. Being around so many people was overwhelming. But when it was small groups like this he felt more comfortable. And what was taking place in front of him was too amusing to pass up. Alastor pretending he wasn’t uncomfortable was delectable to Lucifer. He had caught on right away to what the spider was trying to accomplish. 

“Oh, hmm,” Lucifer said. “I didn’t even think about that. Maybe I should get a date for the party!” He winked at Angel. Angel smirked back. 

“Oh absolutely Your Highness, anyone who anyone is gonna have a plus one,” Angel nudged you. “And I don’t want yah to be a loser, babe.” 

“Says he without a date!” you jabbed back. 

“What about you Alastor?” Lucifer asked loudly. “Are you taking anyone?”

“Why? Is His Majesty interested?” he sneered. “That’s too bad, I’m afraid I have height requirements.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it! You see, I have this rule about not setting myself up for disappointment.”  Lucifer remarked. 

“Then, how pray tell, does His Majesty live with himself?” Alastor snarled. 

You laid your head on the bar top with a groan. You signaled to Husk you needed another drink.

By the end of the evening, everyone at the bar had a few too many. However, everyone else seemed to be handling it better than you were. No real surprise to either you or Alastor. 

You made it up to your floor but tripped getting out of the elevator. The bag of VHSs on your arm clacked as they hit the ground with you. You lay there laughing for a moment until you felt a tug on your hand. Alastor’s shadow wined at you. Alastor was probably already waiting for you in your room. The shadow started to drag you. You couldn’t help but giggle as you were moved down the hall like a sack of laundry. The shadow dropped you in front of your door. 

“Really now, is that any way for a lady to behave?” Alastor said, opening your door and stepping out. 

He chuckled, picking you up over his shoulder and closing the door with his foot. He tossed you on the bed and proceeded to pull a cassette from the stack and placed it into the player. Taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, he then filled the unwatched drawer with the new movies. You tossed your shoes to the floor. 

You enjoyed your secret movie nights with Alastor, it felt like you got to experience a part of him that was just for you. He sat down next to you on the bed, both leaning on the pile of pillows against the headboard.

“Aw man,” you pouted. “I should have made popcorn.”

“Allow me,” he said, snapping his fingers. A bowl appeared in his hand. 

“Ohhh yay!” you reached for the bowl as he pulled away from you. You fell, draped over his lap.  “Heeeyyyyy…” 

“Now now, manners,” he scolded.  

You rolled over onto your back, head still on his lap. You looked up at him with sad puppy eyes. 

“Please Alastor...” 

He shuddered softly. The thought of you begging him sent a chill down his spine. He held his breath and swallowed hard. He resisted the urge to touch you, to see how much more he could make you beg.

“Good girl,” he said, handing you the bowl. 

You didn’t get up, just rolled to the side to see the TV with the bowl in your arm. You shared interesting little tidbits about the movie as it progressed. 

“This part is so stupid,” you laughed. “She could have totally fit through that doggy door.” 

You held up your hand, tilting your arm behind you to offer a few pieces of popcorn to Alastor. He hesitated before eating the kernels from your fingers. Anyone else would be concerned for their phalange's safety, but not you. No one treated Alastor as you did.

Ask her, you ridiculous coward. He fought with himself. He was feeling the stress of his mental dilemma. The fear of having you or not having you. The fear of someone else obtaining you. He glanced at your dress hanging on the wardrobe door.  

“And a standard garage motor is weak as shit. Creative yes, realistic no,” you laughed again. 

He tried to focus on the movie playing, you had said it was your favorite. But every time you laughed or spoke, he could feel the vibrations of your voice on his leg where you lay. Your warm body against his was too distracting. He wasn’t really there for any of the films anyway. His mind wandered, berating himself. The war between what he wanted and what he feared tore him. Could he have such a weakness present in his life? Not only would it put him at risk but you as well. Could he handle something happening to you because of him? 

You adjusted your position. Sitting up, moving from his lap to his chest, leaning more of your body into his. Your head rested below his collarbone. He froze.

“Oh..” you looked up at him, your face close to his. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. Is this okay? Is it too much touching?” 

“No, pet. It’s perfectly fine. Thank you for asking,” he wrapped his arm around you and buried his face in your hair. You let out a soft hum at the sensation. He filled his senses with your scent.

Who were you to treat him the way you did? Pampering him with such gentle kindness. Considering his feelings and needs. Why did he allow it? Why did he endure the attitude and snark you so regularly threw at him? He had killed for far less. But you walk around freely. Wearing his appendage no less. Why did he permit you to continue to exist when you posed such an egregious threat? Alastor demanded control at all times. Nevertheless, you took it out of his hands with such ease. No. He wouldn’t allow it, he told himself. It was time to regain dominion over this situation, he had let it go on long enough. He was the Radio Demon, not some whipped feeble boy. You would do as he wanted, not the other way around. His judgment would not be impaired by anyone, how dare you, he fumed. 

His right hand clutched your hair and bent your head back, left hand at your throat, jerking your face towards his. His stern expression met your startled eyes with determination. But the tender whimper leaving your mouth as you bit your lip dismantled his resolve instantly. Oh fuck, he thought, as he threw caution and control to the wind. His mouth met yours with a ravaging starvation. Your right hand gripped the wrist at your throat, pulling yourself up to straddle him. Harsh breaths and moans pass from his mouth to yours and back again. The hand on your throat drifted down to your hip, wrapping his arm around your waist with a stern tug. He gripped you tightly against him. You moaned. His tongue aggressively dominated your mouth. Your hands gripped his shirt, despite there being no space between you, the distance was unbearable. The hand still in your hair yanked your head to the side, his mouth traveled down your jaw to the crook of your neck. You ground your pelvis into his, and to both your surprise your movements were met with his pulsing erection, bound by his pants. 

Panic started to set in. He felt his self-control slipping. He has had years to master discipline in regards to anger but this was new and uncharted territory. He felt the monster within him stir, craving more. He shoved it down. But with every tilt of your pelvis, the appetite to devour you grew. Desiring to rip the flesh from your bones, savor the taste of your innards sliding down his throat. You ignorant fool, he internally screamed. He had miscalculated once again, of course, you weren’t the threat. He was. 

With a radio static growl, he sank his teeth into your shoulder. You cried out in pain but to his astonishment it only made you grind into him harder. You unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. You curled your fingers around his girth and stroked slowly. His teeth tore into you as his hips bucked. Your screams only fueled the beast lingering inside him. Panting, ragged breaths crept out of his mouth into your ears, spattering blood on your neck. 

“Fu- uuck… Alastor…” you gasped, wanting him to fuck you stupid. “Please…” 

Hearing you plead for him sent him over the edge. A screech of radio static filled the room as he climaxed. His claws cut into your flesh, clawing thick lines of dribbling red across your delicate skin. His neck cracked as his form distorted, eyelids and dial pupils fluttered. Antlers scraped the headboard behind him. Blood dripped from the edges of his mouth, soaking into your shirt, as your palm was filled with warm release.

His back hit the headboard with a thud, breathing hard sharp breaths, and regained clarity. Shaking, he took your face in his hands. Eyes full of trepidation piercing yours. Wanting to say something, anything, but no words came out no matter how hard he tried. He glanced at your gushing wound and with apprehension he watched blood seep out of the puncture marks. Streams of crimson ran down the front of you. 

You heard the bath water start to pour into the tub. Lifting you into his arms, he carried you to the bath, gently lowering you into the tub and removing your shirt. He snapped his fingers and a medical kit appeared. He rummaged through it anxiously while you kept pressure on the injury. You sat in silence as the tub filled with orange and pink swirls; water meeting blood. Alastor sutured your wounds. 

You could hear how uneven his breath was. His mind clearly working overtime. Did you not feel the danger? It wouldn’t have mattered if you tried to escape, it probably would have made things worse. But the fact that you didn’t even try, that you were content in letting him consume you; it frightened him. If you had not brought him to climax and clear mind, would he have sunk deeper into his inner demon and destroyed you? His hand shook as he pulled the nylon thread through your skin. You placed your hand on his. 

“Alastor…” you said gingerly. He didn’t look up. “Alastor, look at me.” 

For a moment his eyes fixated on the wound. But slowly traveled up your bruised neck, over your jawline and up to your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, my darling…” he leaned his forehead against yours. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” 

“It’s okay,” you squeezed his hand in yours. “Really, it is.”

He washed the blood off you and placed gauze over the stiched-up wound. You changed into fresh clothes while Alastor removed the blood from his hands and face. Usually, when he found himself bloodied, there was a sense of accomplishment and pride. Tonight, however, he felt sick. Exhausted, you laid down in bed. Alastor picked up his coat. 

“Where do you think you are going?” you asked, patting the bed next to you. “I’d like to be held please.” 

You fell asleep in Alastor’s arms, sore and drained. He nuzzled into your hair. How could you still want him after tonight? A twang of inadequacy deflated his confidence. He didn’t understand, the experience wasn’t exactly fulfilling on your end, just abusive. Yet here you were, permitting him to be close, to touch you. 

You awoke in the morning, alone.

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Yes, Master - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor fucks you silly

Warnings: vaginal penetration, BDSM, Dom/sub. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes:

Darby Link Tree

Chapter 3: So Willing

“This might hurt, darling.” 

Alastor entered you, hard, in one thrust. You gripped the bedding as you cried out. He dug his claws into your hips as you clenched around his girth, small lines of red ran down your thighs from the punctures. He stayed there a moment as he gripped you against him, feeling your tight wetness twitch against his intrusive cock. 

“Thank you, Master..” you whimpered into the blankets.

“That’s my good girl, so willing,” he growled.   

His hand caressed your lower back as it slid down between your shoulder blades. He leaned forward, placing his body weight onto you and forcing the breath from your lungs. You turned your head to the side in hopes of accessing more air than the bedding provided. His pelvis pushed your hips forward, bending your back, and pushing your ass up. The position dug is erection deeper inside of you. It only allowed for short but harsh thrusts. Wincing with each slap of skin on skin. Your claw punctured the matrice.  

“What is your purpose?” He asked.

“To plea..se you, ..Master,” you moaned. 

“And you do pet, such a good little cock sleeve, taking all of me like this,” he praised. 

“Mhhmmuh, fuck…” He thrust aggressively into you, bottoming out each time. You thought you might choke on the saliva pooling in your mouth. “Ugahhhghh.. Please… Master… it's too much..” 

“You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Y.. ye..s, Mast..er, hhmmgggh…”

Alastor had said something in response but your brain was starting to feel like mush, you heard the individual words but couldn’t quite comprehend them. The head of Alastor’s erection was using your cervix as a punching bag. Each squelching slap of his thrusts drove you closer to climax. You groaned as your walls clenched down on him, legs shaking. Alastor growled as he removed his weight from you, dragging his claw down your back. 

“That’s my girl,” he let your orgasm ride out before he pulled out of you. “Roll over, pet.” 

When you didn’t respond Alastor lifted you up, arm around you, and flipped you over onto your back. He grabbed your throat and pulled your face close, ready to scold you. Your eyes were teary and glazed over. Drool was smeared on the edges of your slacked jaw. You mumbled as you feebly reached for him.

“Oh, sweetheart, you can’t hear me, can you?” He combed the hair out of your face with his claws. “I’ve fucked you stupid, poor thing.”

He hummed, pleased with your mental state. He laid you back into the pillows gently. His tongue licked the drool from your face before assaulting your mouth. Your brain registered the interaction and attempted to reciprocate. He entered you again with ease. Placing your legs over his shoulders, he leaned in and folded you. His thumb caressed your bottom lip as his pelvis pounded your soaked groin. Salty lines ran down your cheeks. The tension was already building again, your eyes fluttered as you came. Alastor hissed as you gripped him once more, he placed his forehead on yours, breathing heavily. 

“Let’s see if we can get one more out of you before I fill you, hm? You’ve been so good for me pet, a perfect little fuck doll.” 

The most you could manage was a small hum. The praise made your head swim. He dropped your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He sunk himself into you, softer this time. His hand ran through your hair as he whispered in your ear.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin with each grunt. Alastor slowly dragged in and out of you, stimulating your already sensitive tissues. Your legs tightened, pushing him deeper into you as his teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck. His tongue outlined each puncture, collecting the dribbles of blood. You exhaled a whimper. 

“Mine…” he growled as he held your head. He nuzzled into your hair, taking in your smell. “No one else will ever have you like this.” 

You were desperately holding onto consciousness. You wanted your Master to come inside you, to show you how pleased he was with you. It was the only thought in your head. Your legs were so weak, yet they still shook as you came. Alastor purred in approval.

“That’s it, pet, cum on your Master’s cock.” 

“Pl…ea..s…e … Mast..er…” You were so exhausted, were your words even loud enough to hear? “Please…..cum in me” 

“Anything for my good girl.”

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An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 5

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Plans for a big party are made. You and Alastor get closer.

Warnings: This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog (1927) - it can be found on YouTube.

Darby Link Tree

Chapter 5: Celebrations

“Uggggh. They are from Vox,” he said dryly. 

“Yeah. Today would be our anniversary of sorts. Feel free to light them on fire,” you said dismissively. 

“Very well,” Alastor said, grabbing the bouquet with a grin. 

Alastor exited the building from the front door. To no surprise, there was a drone fluttering around the hotel. Alastor waved and smiled. The roses combusted in green flame. He left the burning roses on the stone walkway and returned to the lobby. He dusted off his hands and made a content sigh. 

Today you had your monthly meeting with Alastor, Charlie, and Lucifer to talk about new amenities, catch them up on things around the hotel, and the usual business. Lucifer held a chair out for you, sitting you next to him. Alastor entered, not through the door, of course, appearing from the shadows. He was hard to read, but you felt you had gotten familiar with his little tells. And from what you could see, he didn’t like you sitting next to Lucifer. He said nothing and sat down on the other side of the table next to Charlie. 

“So I was thinking it might be nice to introduce some physical activities. Something to keep residents busy, out of trouble, and maybe a way to let off some steam when things are frustrating,” you explained. “I think a lot of them are doing well, but taking a close look at yourself can be difficult.” 

“Oh that's a great idea!” said Charlie. “What did you have in mind?” 

“A gym might be a good place to start. Maybe an indoor pool?” you looked at your list. “And for people who need a more tranquil place to process, we could add a courtyard garden. Is yoga still popular? We could have a rotating exercise class schedule,” you flipped your notebook page. “I think when you take some of everyday stress out of their lives the sinners will have an easier time focusing on redemption. It’s hard to work on yourself when you have other factors bogging you down,” you flipped to the next page. “And, farther down the line we could talk about a spa of some sort. Make the hotel more of a resort.” 

“I am SO on board with all of this!” Charlie exclaimed. “Dad?”

“Excellent recommendations,” Lucifer said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been a great addition to the hotel, thank you for your hard work.” 

You didn’t need to look over at Alastor, you could feel the sharp icy daggers of his glare. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” you said kindly. “And as for any resident disputes… I think I have them all resolved,” you pulled out a few business cards. “But I did do some research and found a couple of highly recommended counselors that we could commission to mediate any cases that are outside of our abilities.” 

“Oh man, I am so happy Vaggie hired you!” Charlie squealed. “And that Alastor didn’t drive you out.” She chuckled, elbowing him. 

“A simple decision. She proved to be more useful than the others.” Alastor acted uninterested. You rolled your eyes. 

“And the last thing, Charlie’s birthday is coming up. Did we want to do anything? A large party might be a great opportunity to promote the hotel and give the residents a chance to have some fun?” you asked. “I’m sure one, if not more, of the Sins would be willing to help.”

“Oh, what an amazing time that would be! I’m sure a lot of us could use a fun night out!” Charlie beamed. “Beelzebub’s parties are a little too much for me. But I bet Uncle Ozzie would be interested! We could make it real fancy!” 

“That sounds like a marvelous plan,” Lucifer smiled at you. “I do love to dance, it’s been a while.” 

You scribbled some notes down on your pad, your pen was not disbursing ink. You scribbled harder. Lucifer noticed a yellow pen appeared in his hand. It was a thick pen with several click-down buttons that allowed you to change the ink color. The top of the pen was embellished with a small rubber duck. He handed it to you. 

“Oh, thank you! How cute!” you said. Alastor’s eye twitched.

“No problem, happy to help,” he gave you a warm smile then hopped out of his chair. “Well if we are done, I’ll go see Asmodeus about this party.” 

Lucifer stepped through a portal and was gone. You liked Lucifer, he was charming and nice. For someone who rules Hell, he really didn’t fit the job description. You imagined he’d be more like the overlords. He was always friendly with you but you kept him at a distance for the obvious reasons; the seething deer across the table.

“Oooooh, we're all gonna have to go shopping for something to wear!!!” Charlie hugged you and spun you around, excitedly. “I’m going to go tell Vaggie!” She skipped away. 

“I think that went well,” you said to Alastor as he got up out of his chair. 

“Hmm, indeed,” he said flatly. 

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” 

“That man is an idiot. Every moment I spend near him I feel myself getting dumber.” 

In truth, you knew that wasn’t really why Alastor disliked Lucifer. Alastor had to work hard to gain the power he has and to maintain an image. Any weakness and his enemies will take advantage of it. Lucifer on the other hand is the most powerful being in Hell and doesn’t seem to want the job.  He doesn’t have to hide his feelings or who he is to maintain power.  You could see that being something Alastor envied. He was wasted potential in Alastor’s opinion. You shuttered at the image of what Hell would be like if Alastor was in power. Yikes, you thought. 

You returned to your desk to start on the party planning. As you passed the bar you stopped. There, hanging from the ceiling, was a large chandelier made of deer antlers. Alastor followed through on your previous suggestion. Candles were placed sporadically, melting wax into the grooves. 

“Quite charming, really. Don’t you think?” Alastor asked, suddenly next to you. 

“Very much so. What elegant taste you have.”

“I have to agree,” he smirked at you. You smirked back.   

“Hey, toots! These just came for you!” Angel was holding a bouquet of roses. “Someone has a secret admirer!”

“Ugh. Throw them out,” you said.

“What? Why? They’re so pretty!” 

“Check the card.” 

“Alright…” Angel looked at the card and became immediately disappointed. “Uggggh. They are from Vox,” he said dryly. 

“Yeah. Today would be our anniversary of sorts. Feel free to light them on fire,” you said dismissively. 

“Very well,” Alastor said, grabbing the bouquet with a grin. 

Alastor exited the building from the front door. To no surprise, there was a drone fluttering around the hotel. Alastor waved and smiled. The roses combusted in green flame. He left the burning roses on the stone walkway and returned to the lobby. He dusted off his hands and made a content sigh. 

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You were surprised to see that movie night with Alastor had become a weekly event. Wednesday nights, after everyone retired for the evening, you two would secretly chip away at the stack of horror films in your collection. You enjoyed explaining the changes and advancements in movies since Alastor had died. But watching movies at random didn’t give him a clear timeline. You wondered if you could find some films from his era. 

“And what will we be watching tonight?” he asked. 

“Actually, I hunted down a movie that I’d like to share with you.” 

You took some time to explain who Alfred Hitchcock was, that his career covered six decades, and how to this day he is considered one of the most influential people in cinema history. And that his work helped pave the way for the horror/slasher genre.

“I couldn’t find a physical copy unfortunately, so I downloaded one. We’ll have to watch it on my laptop.” You sat together, leaning on your headboard, with your laptop between the two of you. “So this movie is called The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog, it’s Hitchcock's third film. It came out in 1927. I thought you might want to watch something from your time period since you’ve been watching so many from mine.”

“That's… very thoughtful of you.” 

“Did you ever go to the movies when you were alive?”

“Yes, once my mother took me to see a Chaplin film.” 

“That's so cool! My parents loved the movies, we went almost every week,” you both sat in silence for a moment. Both thinking of your parents before you changed the subject. “Oh and this right here,” you pointed to the small, almost unnoticeable USB dongle on the side of your computer. “This blocks Vox’s signal, so he can’t spy on us. I have one on the computer at my desk too.” 

“Oh, now that is handy. Where did you get something like that?” 

“Velvette had them made. She was working on a project and didn’t want Vox snooping. They work like a Faraday cage I guess, but it's specifically for his signal or code, whatever it is he’s made of. But it doesn’t block anything else so we can still use the internet.” 

“And I’m guessing Velvette didn’t just give them to you out of the kindness of her heart?”

“Haha no, I don’t think she has any of that. Or a heart for that matter. So I guess you can add thievery to my list of sins.” You shrugged dramatically. 

You found the movie to be artistically interesting. You’d never seen a silent film before and had expected it to be boring and slow-paced. It wasn’t what you were expecting at all. The lack of dialogue left things up to interpretation and body language. You definitely did not expect there to be as much romance as there was. Alastor seemed to enjoy it as well. 

“That was surprisingly good. I didn’t like the ending though,” you said.

“What would you have done differently?” he asked. 

“Instead of him being innocent, I would have made him the killer like they suspected. At the end, they think he’s innocent but then give you some sort of clue that it was him all along and he fooled everyone.” 

“Hmm. I like that ending better as well.” 

Of course, the idea of a serial killer getting away with his murders, fooling everyone, and getting everything he wanted in the end appealed to Alastor.

“Did this remind you of being alive?” 

“Oh yes, things have changed so much since then. I sometimes forget the taste of it.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Being alive? Heavens no. Maybe a thing or two, but I’m doing quite well for myself here,” he smiled. “Do you?”

“Yeah. I do,” you said somberly. “I miss my friends and family. My life felt full,” you sighed. You could feel tears building in your eyes. “Here I feel like... I’m just floating around. No real purpose. Empty and lonely.” 

“Well,” he placed a hand on your thigh, above your knee. “Nice thing about Hell is, you have an eternity to change that.” 

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Alastor couldn’t help but to feel that the hotel was making him soft. He had started to care about others, to some degree, and it tasted like bile in his mouth. But when you placed your head on his shoulder, what he felt was different. Protective and possessive were already strong traits of Alastor. But there was something more, something he couldn’t put his finger on. The need to care for you, for your wellbeing. You weren’t just another soul he owned and controlled like a pawn. He wanted you to feel fulfilled like you had when you were alive. He wanted to be your purpose. He’d dated around here and there when he was alive, mostly to please his mother. But it was difficult to be close to someone and keep such murderous secrets. Everyone was always kept at some degree of distance. And his need, craving, to kill took precedence over all else. But here in Hell he didn’t have to hide. You knew exactly what he was and were still here, sharing your warmth with him. He didn’t know what to make of it. He only knew he wanted more. 

He laid his head on top of yours. 

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An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 4

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: You strike a deal with Alastor, giving you the upper hand. Or so you think.

Warnings: Canibalisim, self-mutilation. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: none

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Chapter 4: The Deal

You slid your hand into his and a bright green burst of light soaked into the floor. 

“What the fuck was that?” Angel called out from the bar.

“Nothing to worry about,” you called out. 

“Yeah….” Angel turned to Husk. “I’m gonna be real with you, I don’t like whatever is going on between them. It’s weirding me out.”

“Oh, you? Uncomfortable? That’s a first.” Husk thought for a moment. “But also a worrisome fact. He’s been too focused on her, I don’t like it.” 

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It had been about six weeks now. Charlie was thrilled with the breakfast and catering setup, it made more people available for bonding activities. Lucifer helped install a laundry room just for the guests. The most issues you had to deal with were residents and their petty nonsense. Which overall wasn’t that difficult. You felt that your relationship with Alastor leveled out, mostly playful banter. You’d assumed he had given up trying to aggravate you, in truth your lack of reaction to his antics itched inside his brain. He started to observe anything and everything he could about you, trying to find some way in. 

You were sitting at your desk, finishing up a report for the end of the day when Alastor approached you. 

“I’ve made some Jambalaya, would you care for some?” He offered a bowl to you.

“Oh, thanks Alastor.” 

You took the bowl from him. Initially, it wasn’t suspicious, Alastor had made dinner for the hotel before and you’ve expressed that you enjoy his cooking. But when lifting up the fork with a piece of meat on it, you couldn’t help wondering what kind of meat he used. You glanced around the hotel, no one else was eating. Meaning he made this just for you. 

“Alastor…”

“Hmm?” 

“Now I don’t want to sound ungrateful, the furthest thing from it. But uh…. “ you inspected the fork. “This wouldn’t be human meat would it?” 

“Pardon?” Alastor tried to keep composure. “Don’t be silly.” 

“Alastor….”

“Oh alright,” he laughed, trying to play it off as casual. “You got me! But I’m sure you’d enjoy it. Just try a bite!” 

Was he that transparent, he thought, how do you seem to always see through his nonsense? If he couldn’t trick you into it, maybe he could convince you. Just a small step away from Heaven and one step towards him. All he wanted was one small win. 

“Uh huh…” You stared at him for a long moment.

“Oh, one bite won’t hurt!” 

You knew you’d end up making some small sacrifices in this bizarre battle between you and him. Would it be that big of a deal? It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you could definitely use it to your advantage. It’s not like you’d suddenly crave human flesh from here on out. You mulled it over in your mind and determined that it didn’t bother you that much. 

 “Well, if this is something you want. I suppose you wouldn’t mind making a deal then?” 

“A deal?” Alastor’s ears perked up. “I’m listening.”

“I will try this. Chew, taste, and swallow. But, in return…” You tried not to laugh. “I get to see your tail.” 

“YOU WHAT NOW?!” He hissed through his teeth. His ears bent back, a deep growl came from his chest as his antlers started to expand outward. “What makes you think…” 

“Oh knock it off. My end of the deal is fair. You were dishonest with your initial approach and I’m not asking to touch it, just see it.” You gloated “Or I guess I could let Charlie know that you are being a bad influence. After all, I don’t think cannibalism is on the path to redemption.” You grinned. 

Was it worth it, to suffer that loss for such a small win? Alastor had been trying for over a month to find his way into you. But his tail? He hated the damn thing. He saw the soft cute mound as a bodily betrayal. Powerful overlords don’t strike fear into the hearts of their enemies with adorable fluff. Furthermore, it often reacted without his consent. He hated how it wagged with glee, so much so he had tried to cut it off several times but it just kept growing back. A light bulb clicked on in his head. That’s it, he thought. 

“Hmmm. I have considered your atrocious offer.” He rolled his eyes. “And I accept.” He held out his hand. 

You slid your hand into his and a bright green burst of light soaked into the floor. 

“What the fuck was that?” Angel called out from the bar.

“Nothing to worry about,” you called out. 

“Yeah….” Angel turned to Husk. “I’m gonna be real with you, I don’t like whatever is going on between them. It’s weirding me out.”

“Oh, you? Uncomfortable? That’s a first.” Husk thought for a moment. “But also a worrisome fact. He’s been too focused on her, I don’t like it.” 

Alastor tilted his head in an unnatural direction, waiting for you. You lifted the fork to your mouth, making a show of it before you took a slow bite. The chunk of flesh rolled around on your tongue before you sank your teeth into it. The texture wasn’t quite pork but not quite beef either. The flavor was delicious, but that was more the Jambalaya than the flesh. You swallowed. 

“Well…?” Alastor asked, please with himself. 

“Honestly, not terrible,” you said as you took a second bite.

Alastor felt like the aggressive grin on his face was going to rip his cheeks. He expected blood to drip from the cracked corners of his mouth. It was a small victory, but a victory nevertheless. He was thrilled. You willingly ate it AND liked it.  

“Are you going to just stand there and grin at me for the rest of the day?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Hellllooooooo? Come on Bambi, it’s your turn.” 

“I am not doing it here, in front of everyone,” he hissed. 

“Okay, prude. Come find me later or whatever.” 

You laughed as you put your things away and headed up to your room. You felt a bit of pride knowing you made him more uncomfortable than he made you, this was becoming a dangerous competition, one that you were determined to win. 

You took a long bath to relax. Baggy shirts and boxers were your go-to pajamas. You were hanging your head upside down, drying your hair with a towel when there was a knock at the door. 

“Good evening my dear. I am here to fulfill my end of our deal.” 

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show. Come on in.” 

“I always hold up my end of a bargain.” He handed you a small black box with a red ribbon tied around it in a bow. “For you, pet.”

The bottom of the box stuck to your palm; wet and soggy. You looked at Alastor, skeptical as always. He seemed to be very proud of himself. He nodded, encouraging you to open it. You slowly pulled the end of the slinky ribbon; falling around your hand like rose petals. You opened the box top. Reaching into the box you pulled out a soft fluffy object. Alastor’s tail. He had cut it off and gifted it to you. A bit of flesh was still attached and dripping blood. 

He waited, diligently, for your facial expression to turn. Shock, horror, a scream. Then anticipation ate away what little sanity he had. These few seconds felt like a millennium. Then, finally, there in the corner of your mouth. Your lips parted and your jaw opened. Was it shock? Would you throw it back at him and feel disgusted? He stared at you relentlessly, soaking up any indication. Your eyes widened, yes, it was surprise. But wait- no. Your mouth twisted into a gaze of amazement. You met his leering eyes with a smile that would have melted his heart if he wasn’t so crestfallen. 

“Aw, Alastor! How Van Gogh of you!” You exclaimed. You brought the tail to your face, feeling how soft it was, ignoring the blood dripping into your palm. “This is so thoughtful!”

“Glad you like it, darling.” He gritted his teeth. 

“Though I am bewildered why you’d put yourself in such a vulnerable position.” 

“Whatever do you mean?”

 “Well,” you leaned in and whispered, “Now I’m going to wear it.”

“Uh, what now?!” His heart beat so hard he could hear his pulse in his ears. He must have misheard you.

“Yeah! I can pin it on, it would look SO cute” 

You knew he didn’t want anyone to see it. The thought of you wearing it around the hotel would rile him up. You were more than willing to play this ridiculous game of his. His face went pale. How had he once again miscalculated so badly? You were going to drive him absolutely mad. Alastor’s ears swept back, his eye was twitching. He was doing everything in his power to control his reaction. You devoured the panic in his eyes. How you reduced one of the most powerful overlords in the Pride ring to this, you had no idea, but you loved it. 

“Oh calm down. I won’t let anyone see it, I promise.” You placed the tailback in the box and gave him a gentle and reassuring smile. “Thank you for the gift.” You licked the droplet of blood off your palm. “Have a good night.” And closed the door. Alastor just stood there.

“What just happened?” His shadow cackled. “Oh shut up you.” 

Alastor avoided you for a few days before approaching you again. He spent that time frustrated that you somehow got the upper hand in the situation and was determined to tip the scales. He was clearly missing something and felt that this was out of his area of expertise. 

“Good afternoon dear, do you by chance have any plans for lunch?” He asked

“Not really, I typically eat at my desk and work through lunch.” 

“Your dedication to your position continues to impress. But you did mention you put too much of your time into your job, did you not? I’d like you to accompany me to my lunch date with Rosie.”

“Okay, that sounds fun. I’ve never been to Cannibal Town before.” 

“Well, my dear I think it is about time you did, seeing how you technically are one now.” 

“That’s a bit of a stretch, I don’t plan to partake in cannibalism regularly.” 

“That’s a pity. But either way, we will have a lovely time, Rosie is a splendid host.” 

Canibal Town was indeed wonderful. It carried the charm of mass murder on the main street of Disneyland. You looked at the many puddles of blood and wondered how long it would be before your shoes were once more filled; squishing with coagulation. You walked with hesitation. Rosie was incredibly friendly and welcoming. You didn’t expect a leader of a mass of cannibals to be such a sweetheart. She served a decadent lunch and was considerate enough to have non-cannibal food for you. Alastor left you with Rossie “run an errand”. 

“So dawling, hows workin’ at the Hotel? Alastor’s not overworking you I hope” 

“Not anymore, he tried to overwhelm me to drive me out but it seems like he’s given up on that front.”

“He’s quite a character that one.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I get the suspicion that he wants you to size me up.”

“Well, he’s very smart, but there are some strong blind spots he’s got goin’ on there. I think he’s having a hard time understanding you. Everyone has their motivations. And in Hell, it's usually one or more of the sins. You can manipulate people based on their desires.”

“Well, that makes a lot of sense then. Because what I want is right in the middle of his blind spot. But you already knew that.” 

“Oh, that I do. Us hopeless romantics, we sense our own. You just want to be loved. And Alastor, he doesn’t know much about that, unfortunately. The few experiences he’s had soured it for him. So his limited knowledge of the topic is a litttttle bleak.” 

“And to be clear, I’m not romantically interested in him. I just think he doesn’t know how to manipulate me and it’s throwing him off.” 

“You so sure about that?”

“Yes.” You said matter-of-factly. 

“So you aren’t wearing anything soft and fluffy pinned under your skirt?” You were caught off guard and blushed. “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.” 

“It’s just to fuck with him”

“Oh, and it is. You have him all twisted up in knots girlie, it is hilarious.” She giggled. “Good for you, sweetheart. But you are enjoying it, yah?” 

“I have to admit, it is really entertaining.” 

“I’m just saying, it might not be true love but maybe there's a little somethin’ there?” 

“I haven’t really thought about it that way. But that seems like it would be a bit of a silly endeavor, given his blindspots.”

“A love well earned tastes the sweetest.” 

“Love requires vulnerability and sacrifice, I don’t see that as something he’s just giving out.”

“He’s selfish, sure. We all have our faults. His might be a bit more aggressive, perhaps. But it all comes from the same place, the roots of insecurity wield the fruit of imperfection.” She laughs. “But what do I know, I’ve lost count of what number of husbands I’m on!” 

You both laughed. Rosie proceeded to tell you about all her husbands, she wasn’t exaggerating, the list was long. You told her about your lamented relationship with Vox and how you ended up at the hotel. She was a joy to be around. 

“Hello again.” Alastor had returned from his errand. “You ladies had a good chit-chat, I trust?” 

“Oh yes, you should bring her around more often, she’s just a doll. You are welcome here anytime dear.” 

“Thank you Rosie, it’s been a pleasure.” 

You and Alastor made your way back to the hotel. Passing several stores on your way. You couldn’t help noticing how many sinners crossed the street or hid when they sighted Alastor. It felt bizarre, you knew he could be terrifying, but you didn’t really see him that way and the experience was surreal.  

Up ahead, you spotted one store in particular that had a window full of TV screens. Walking by you picked up your pace, hoping he wouldn’t. Please please please you thought. But of course, he did. 

“Alastor, you sniving prick. Having a good time with my girl?” Vox called out, every screen his face. 

“Vox, please don’t.” You groaned loudly. 

“Come on babe, you can do better, don’t you think?” 

“Now now Vox, is that jealousy I hear?” Alastor asked.

“I’m surprised Alastor, you’ve never struck me as someone willing to indulge in sloppy seconds.” 

You snarled, holding back tears. Vox’s expression changed for just a moment. Realizing his words hurt you. It wasn’t his intent, he was trying to get a rise out of Alastor. But that was always the problem, wasn’t it? Your feelings were constantly in the crossfire of other endeavors, you were never considered first and it spoke volumes.  

And there it was again, Vox eliciting a response from you. It irritated Alastor. But the way Vox referred to you, so crudely and disrespectfully, that pissed Alastor off more than anything. He didn’t understand why. Which in turn further fueled his anger.

“Oh it’s alright dear, let’s give poor Voxxie a break. He’s just upset you got further than he did.” Alastor slid his arm around your waist, pulling your back into him. His other arm wrapped around your shoulders, across your chest. His face nuzzled into your hair. His lips grazed the side of your face. “Isn’t that right, old pal?” 

“Oh fuck you!” Vox yelled. “You fucking asshole.”

The action sent a chill up your spine. Why did this fluster you? He got into your personal space all the time. Damn Rosie for putting the idea into your head, you hadn’t thought about him that way at all until she put that little worm in your brain. 

“Let’s be going my love, wouldn’t want to stress our friend any further, it would be rude” He put his hand in yours and led the way. 

“Go degaus yourself, fuckwad!” you flipped Vox off. His voice, spewing profanities, became smaller and smaller until the TV’s were out of site. 

Alastor dropped your hand. 

“My sincerest apologies for touching you in such a provocative manner.”

“I appreciate your apology, but it’s not necessary.” Your cheeks still felt warm. “Plus, did you see how pissed off he was? It was brilliant.” You laughed. “He’s probably crying, holding his waifu pillow.” 

“I do not know what that is, but I assume it is pathetic.” 

“That is Vox’s modus operandi, after all.”    

You both laughed the rest of the way to the hotel, making fun of Vox. You both had a detailed insight into who he was as a person that made you an excellent team; one capable of destroying Vox’s confidence. You didn’t feel bad about it either. Not after the way he just spoke about you. And the fact that Alastor had come to your defense, in a way, made you feel cared for. 

You wanted to strangle Rosie. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful. You finished your work and took a long bath. You wanted to hang out with Angel but he was at the studio. You were avoiding Charlie, you didn’t have the energy to do a bonding activity right now. Husk was stuck at the bar. You decided on a night in. You put your bathrobe on over your boxers and shirt. Bunny slippers on, you snuck down to the kitchen to make some popcorn. You were sitting on the counter, scrolling on Sinstagram, when you heard a clatter of noise. 

“Okay, little penumbra, what do you want?” 

The shadow swirled at your feet, grabbing the edge of the counter with its claws, and looked up at you with big eyes. A small whine echoed from its being. It looked like a timid child.

“What. Do. You. Want?” you repeated. It shifted closer to you. 

You knew it could take a corporeal form to some degree. It wouldn’t be able to annoy you with its little pranks if it couldn’t touch things. Which, in theory, answered Angel’s previous question. It nestled its face into your thigh. 

“Uh.. okay.” You reached out hesitant to pet it. It was cool to the touch, wispy in feeling. It purred and pushed its head harder into your hand. “Oh, so we are affectionate now? Did you get bored bullying me?” It looked up at you with pathetic puppy dog eyes. It whimpered and hugged your leg. You rolled your eyes. “Okay okay, whatever, you are forgiven. Just… stop acting like a baby.” 

The kitchen door burst open. The shadow hid behind your legs, its shoulders under your calves, and pulled your legs together to shield it from view. 

“That is quite enough. Over here. NOW.” Alastor snarled. 

The shadow slumped like a scolded dog. It slinked back to Alastor’s feet, writhing up his back and latching to his shoulders. 

“My apologies.” He darted a glare at his shadow. 

“You two are the yin and yang of weird.” The microwave dinged and you hopped up to retrieve your snack. 

“Another staff movie night?” He asked. 

“Actually no, just me tonight. Everyone else is busy.” You headed towards the door, passing him. “You are welcome to join me,” you called back to him. “I promise I won’t tell anyone that the great Radio Demon looked at a TV screen,” you joked as you walked away.

You assumed he wouldn’t take you up on the offer as you closed the elevator doors. You reached your floor, the doors creaked open. There was Alastor, standing in front of the elevator, it startled you slightly. 

“Gah!” you scowled at him. “We need to put a fricken’ bell on you. Jeez.” 

“I have considered your offer and I suppose I could... “ He waved his hand around flamboyantly. “...tolerate… one film.”  

“Well, I’ll be damned. Would you like to pick the movie?” 

“That would be pleasing, yes.” 

You sat on the bed watching Alastor sitting in a pile of VHS, reading the back of each and every one of them before making a decision. It was bizarre to watch but you realized this was a new experience for him. Picking a movie didn’t mean the same thing to him as it did to you.

“Do you need help?” you asked. 

“That might be best, the selection is... Overwhelming. Perhaps the one you recommended previously?” 

Alastor took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. He lay on the bed like a teenage girl, on his stomach, feet in the air. You internally laughed, did he also want to braid your hair and paint each other’s nails? You popped the VHS into the slot and took a seat next to him, popcorn in your lap. You answered a few questions here and there, mostly about the advancements made in the forensic science department since he had died. In Hell, there was no reason to hide any of his actions and DNA was introduced a good fifty-plus years after he died. He seemed amused by the movie, making little “oh”s and “hm”s. Credits rolled. 

“What did you think?” you asked.

“That was surprisingly enjoyable. I greatly liked the scene where he wore the man's face. A genius escape.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

“Which will we watch next?”

“...You want to watch another one? Like.. Right now?” 

You were shocked that he wanted to watch more films and didn’t want to discourage it. By the time you were on the third movie, your eyes were getting heavy, and not being able to go on, you fell asleep. 

Alastor turned to you to ask a question, seeing you were passed out. Your bathrobe had shifted, revealing his tail attached to your boxers. He didn’t understand why, but his feelings about it had changed. Before it was embarrassing, you were trying to humiliate him. But now, he was starting to find it endearing. Maybe he did have more influence over you than he thought. You kept a piece of him wherever you went. It was a visible marker that you, in some way, belonged to him. And you chose it. He didn’t manipulate you into it. You weren’t some desperate sinner offering your soul. You were willing. And that pleased him. When was the last time anyone chose him with no other extenuating circumstances influencing that decision? He couldn’t recall.

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