#alastor without teeth is so cursed

[alastorss]

a/n: hihi @bri22222 !! tumblr for some reason ate your ask in my inbox but here is the cat demon!reader taking care of sick alastor request you sent <3 i hope you like it!

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You had taken it upon yourself to become Alastor's own personal nurse when he got sick, despite his outspoken displeasure in being babied.

He was an Overlord, for god's sake, and one of the most feared at that. There was a certain irritation in him when you would show up to his room (which didn't even have a bed in it until he fell ill and you decided to push one in yourself, much to his dismay).

You'd sport all kinds of goods; warm jambalaya, his own mother's recipe, that he would deny even though he was itching to eat it. Some cough drops that tasted horribly of sickly sweet honey and lemon. Fresh boxes of tissues since he was going through them faster than you could imagine.

The worst of them all was when you would show up at the foot of his bed with little rodents, eyes wide and expectant for praise that would never come. Then you'd settle in his bed, curled up in his lap like you owned the place, and fall asleep.

While the warmth was nice, which he would never admit, and he liked the feeling of his hand smoothing down the hair between your set of drooping feline ears, he's not sure how much more of this he can take.

"You know," he starts one day when you sit at the edge of his bed, straightening out the duvet as you do. "I do wish you would stop fretting over me."

"You're sick," you deadpan. "And you took care of me when I was sick. At least let me return the favour."

He grimaces, remembering how miserable you looked when you caught a nasty flu a few months ago. Who knew cats were so pitiful when sick?

"Really, dear, it's fine! I was just helping a friend."

You frown, unconvinced. "And I'm just helping you back! Come on, you can barely go downstairs to get food by yourself."

"I'm perfectly fine!" He mutters between his grit teeth, smiling bordering on baring his fangs at you. Unfortunately, he doesn't do a very good job at intimidating you. Not after you've already seen his soft side of clinging to you like you're his personal heater.

Of course, his cursed demon body decides to betray him at that exact moment and he falls into a coughing fit, sputtering as he rakes in sharp breaths of air.

You're quick to climb over the bed to him, straddling his lap and forcing him to drink from his glass of water. He glares at you but drinks without refusal.

Alastor is the Radio Demon. Owner of souls. Entertainer extraordinaire. Yet here he is, taken down by a pathetic fever and being coddled by his favourite feline.

He carefully pinches your tail to get you to pull away from him, yelping in the process. "I'm fine," he hisses. "I don't need your help. I don't need to be taken care of!"

Your ears flatten against your head at his tone and you scramble off of his lap, cowering like a wounded animal.

For a moment he feels a flash of remorse, or whatever feeling has replaced what would be guilt in that black heart of his. He even considers opening his mouth to say something more reassuring. But then you scurry out of the room and slam the door behind you. His ears ring from the echo of it, then deathly silence follows.

Alastor reaches over to drink from his water glass on his own, only to realize it was knocked over in the commotion.

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He counts the days that pass, subconsciously or not, and feels his smile shrinking by each daylight.

Sure, he was quick to temper, but he had never lashed out at you before. It's an awful feeling that sinks into his stomach, making him dread what's to come when he fully recovers.

Worst of all, he was wrong. He does need your help.

It was peaceful at first and he enjoyed the silence that came without your company. However, he hadn't realized how accustomed he had grown to your ambient presence.

How had he never realized you were so loud when you made your entrances, or that you purred ever so slightly when he scratched just behind your ears? And was he really so weak that he was thinking of apologizing? He can't stand the idea that he may have frightened or hurt you.

It used to be so easy for him to sit with his own thoughts. Nowadays it's hard without getting to hear about your day or getting to fluster you with his incessant teasing.

He's cold, too. He would gladly let you fetch him a hundred rodents if it meant getting to hold onto you in his sick state.

On the fifth day, he decides he's had enough. The demon doesn't even bother knocking, instead opting to materialize from the shadows and jumpscare you from behind.

"I'm..." he seethes through his teeth, eyes thin and twitching.

You tilt your head at him curiously, prickled hairs flattening back down as confusion replaces your adrenaline. "You... what?"

"I'm sorry," he finally manages to get out, though it comes strained and awkward. Still, he swallows his pride and avoids your eyes while he continues. "I was wrong."

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, intrigued by the sight of such a powerful Overlord trying to do something as uncharacteristic as apologize. In the end, you can't contain your laughter.

He glowers at you as you topple over in your bed in a fit of giggles, wiping away the tears in your eyes.

"Oh, you sap. Come here!" You sit up and open your arms wide, a big, cheeky (and smug) grin spreading across your face.

Grumbling, Alastor shuffles into your bed and collapses into you, effectively crushing you under him. You don't seem to care, arms tugging him closer and tail brushing over his body.

"You missed me that much?"

"One more word out of you and I am leaving."

"Aww, so that's a yes?"

The Radio Demon only sighs, heavy eyes drifting shut in your warmth.

"Don't get it twisted, dearest. I will not be thanking you for putting rats in my sheets every morning."

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[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

☒ Summary: You could barely stop smiling during the entire trip to your room. Alastor would pause in his stride to capture your lips with his as he held you tightly to his chest. "This is about as close as we'll get to a honeymoon, my dearest!"

☒ Warnings: fem!reader she/her pronouns used, smut and fluff, making out, first times, alastor curses a lot, biting, slight blood play, oral (alastor receiving), fingering, nipple play, praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, cockwarming, mating press, breeding kink, alastor's ears are sensitive... alastor also has a tail in this

☒ Word Count: 3,664

You could barely stop smiling during the entire trip to your room. Alastor would pause in his stride to capture your lips with his as he held you tightly to his chest. "This is about as close as we'll get to a honeymoon, my dearest!"

Heat rushed through you from his words. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, hiding your embarrassment. "Ah, we're definitely skipping a couple steps! I'd still like to have a ceremony with you," Alastor chuckled at your timid reaction as he had his shadow tendrils peel your bedroom door open. He slipped into your space with you still tightly secured in his arms.

"Oh, trust me, I still plan on claiming you as mine on paper! However, I cannot wait til then to ravish you. There's no need to be bashful, my sweet girl. It's just us." Alastor was careful as he placed you atop your bed. In the corner of your eye, you saw Alastor's shadow shut the door and lock it before vanishing into thin air. Your gaze trailed back to your lover when you felt the bed dip near your feet. He slowly crawled over you with a hunger you had never seen before; churning deep within his crimson orbs. A shiver ran up your spine when his chest pressed flush against yours. You could feel how hard he was through his clothes like this, and Alastor was fully aware of that.

"A-Alastor..." You gasped, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth as his lips pressed against your neck. His breath, fanning over your heated skin made you squirm in anticipation. "Ah... I adore how my name sounds when it's rolling off your tongue," Your other hand shot up to Alastor's tufts of hair when his teeth grazed your throat.

A whine was muffled by your palm as he began to suckle at the base of your neck. Leaving his mark on you. Alastor's breath became labored as his hips began to rock into yours. You could tell that the tiniest bit of friction was overwhelming for The Radio Demon. "Alastor... need more," You pulled your hand away from your lips, opting to slide your flattened palm between your bodies. Your fingers found his pants, hooking onto his belt loops and tugging playfully. Hoping your lover would take the hint.

"Oh, my dear... I'll gladly give you everything you desire." Goosebumps littered your flesh from his words. His breath was hot against your already scorching skin, and your head started spinning when Alastor lifted himself off you to tug your pants and panties down your thighs. Alastor's eyes were locked on yours the entire time he undressed you. He discarded your clothing without a second thought before spreading your legs wider, slotting himself between your thighs. 

Alastor's hands were cold against your heated flesh; a flawless contrast. When his palms smoothed over the thin fabric of your shirt, lifting it slowly—teasingly—a burning passion pooled in your core. His stare was entrancing. You didn't dare to look away—despite the embarrassment you felt as you lay only in your bra before him. "You look unquestionably divine right now... I could just eat you up." Alastor's sharp nail teasingly traveled up your navel to your sternum; slashing the band between your bra cups. You gasped at the sudden action and the cool air now hitting your bare body. Your nipples hardened under the nippy breeze. 

“So perfect…” His fingers trailed low once more, dancing along your thighs. You slowly sat upright, causing Alastor’s brow to twitch. Your shaky hands came up to his frame. His intense gaze was on you the entire time, soaking up your every move—every touch. “I-It’s my turn,” You wasted no time unfastening his bow tie, sliding the silk fabric off his neck. Alastor’s body stiffened as you made quick work of unbuttoning his dress shirt. Your eyes quickly flickered to his hands—which were twitching with need against your thighs.

As you tugged the shirt past his broad shoulders, exposing his tattered skin, you couldn’t help but offer him a feeble smile. “Al… oh, my love,” You were gentle with your caress along his scarred chest and torso. Alastor shivered the lower your fingertips traveled. “It’s quite alright, my sweetest…” His voice was slightly labored as you began to pull his belt from the loops. You could tell Alastor was growing more impatient by the second. Your lover's breath hitched when you unbuttoned his dress pants, making quick work of tugging his trousers and underwear down his slender thighs. He quickly rid himself of the garments the rest of the way down his calves, tossing them off the bed in a pile of your already-discarded clothing. 

The heat in your core was almost unbearable to stand as you watched Alastor’s length spring free, gently slapping against his lower abdomen from how hard he was. Alastor didn’t fail to notice how your thighs twitched underneath his hold. Nor how you scored your bottom lip with your teeth as you greedily took in his bare form. “Looks like I’m not the only one here who’s getting impatient, hm?” His words pulled you out of your lewd stupor. You could feel the heat spreading to your ears from embarrassment as your eyes met his once more.

The smirk painted across Alastor’s countenance was absolutely devious. His chest puffed out with each breath he took, and you noticed the way his dick was twitching uncontrollably from your peripheral view. “Can you blame me? Feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment… come, sit back for me, yeah?” Alastor’s face softened from your words as he followed your request. He did say he would execute your every desire, after all. “Wouldn’t blame you, not even for a second! The feeling is most certainly mutual, my sweet girl.” Your lover gave you a fleeting kiss before sliding past you, making himself comfortable atop the duvet. The back of his head rested against the headboard as he quirked his head to the side, raising a brow—awaiting your next move.

You took a shaky breath as you crawled closer to him. Alastor’s gaze was half-lidded as he watched you spread his thighs apart, slotting yourself in between. You allowed yourself to lie flat on your stomach against the silky blankets, peering up at him from beneath his thighs. You clenched around nothing as your gaze trailed back to his length. Alastor’s cock was pulsating and twitching, and the ruddy head of his length was leaking so much pre. “You don’t need to do this, my dear. Please do not force yourself, especially when this night is supposed to be all about you.” You quickly silenced his doubts when your hand came up to wrap around the base of his cock. Alastor let out a sinful moan from the much-needed friction.

“This night isn’t about me, it’s about us. Besides, it’s about damn time I return the favor.” The chagrin you felt began to dissipate as you watched Alastor begin to fall apart from your touch alone. He brought a hand up to cover his mouth, stifling his needy groans. His other hand was digging deep into your duvet. Sharp claws slicing through the soft fabric with ease. You made sure to keep your eyes on his when your mouth finally came in contact with the head of his cock. You darted your tongue out experimentally, finally getting a taste of your lover. Alastor’s hips bucked off the bed when your lips wrapped around his sensitive tip.

He was so lewd like this. Hair disheveled, ears pinned back and twitching wildly with each flick of your tongue. Not to mention the way his chest heaved with each sharp breath he took from behind his palm. The way Alastor’s abdomen tensed with each gentle suck you gave to his cock had you dripping between your thighs. “F-Fuck… so perfect,” His voice was muffled, but you still heard his praise loud and clear. In the heat of the moment, your free hand came up to his thigh, and you smiled around his length when you felt him jolt underneath you from the touch. As you took more of him in your mouth, sucking fiercely as you still held the base of his cock for support— that hand on his thigh began to wander.

Your nails gently raked against his flesh as you mapped out every square inch of your lover. Alastor’s whines were becoming pitchy, losing any semblance of that radio static tone of his. When your hand finally danced along his midsection, sliding up toward his navel and back down in a soothing motion— his head flew back against the headboard. You could hear the sound of fabric tearing from where Alastor was gripping your sheets, but you could hardly care less. All that you could focus on was the sight of your lover losing himself to pleasure. As you worked his cock faster, sliding your tongue along the underside of his length with each bob down, your hand dancing along his abdomen began to crawl higher.

In the heat of pleasure, your fingers began flicking over one of his pert nipples. The Radio Demon was quick to snap his head back in your direction from your ministrations. You could see the drool seeping past his chin now that his hand was no longer covering his pretty mouth. That hand now resided atop your head, digging deep into your hair and guiding you up and down his cock. Alastor didn’t force you down, no, no— he would never dream of such a thing. But he figured a little bit of guidance couldn’t hurt. His quick regain of control had you feeling needier than ever, only encouraging you to work harder.

Alastor's tight grip on your hair was thrilling. You could tell he was holding himself back from fully taking control. Your devious fingers tweaked his nipple once more, relishing in the way he twitched inside your mouth from the action. "A-Ah... what a good girl you are," Alastor pulled you off his cock from the firm grip he had on your hair. You gasped for air, looking at him expectantly. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I'd much rather cum inside you, my dear." He huffed, a lazy smirk cascading over his features. In a moment, Alastor had you pinned beneath him. You let out a quiet gasp as your back hit the mattress. Your eyes fluttered shut when your lover's lips captured yours. You could feel his cock throbbing against your tummy from where he now lay atop you. 

The kiss you shared was messy. Alastor's composure was long gone, and your tounges swirling against one another were proof of that. You whined into his mouth when you felt a sinful hand of his dip between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs wider for him, arching your back off the mattress to push further into him. Alastor pulled back from your lips as his fingers dipped between your folds. The look crossing his face was one of awe and sin. "You're so wet down here... fuck, you're driving me mad, my darling," You scored your bottom lip with your teeth when one of his slender fingers pushed past the tight ring of your pussy. His digit slipped into your wet heat with ease, and you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure from the delicious drag of his finger against your walls. "Squeezing me so tightly, too... hah... how did I get so lucky?" 

Alastor's praise only made you clench fiercer around his slender finger. He thrust his deft digit into you slowly, being careful not to hurt you with his nails. Your mind went fuzzy when you felt your lover add a second digit, pumping deeply inside your welcoming walls. Each curl of his fingers had you whining out. You could hardly endure the pleasure Alastor granted you, and the unwavering eye contact you shared only intensified the thrill. "A-Alastor... please, need you inside..." You babbled in between whimpers. His fingers immediately halted in their movements from deep inside your pussy. You felt his cock twitch against your tummy once more from your words, and his smirk grew vast. "Are you most certain, my sweet girl?" You let out a needy whine when his fingers slipped out of your heat. Your half-lidded eyes widened when Alastor repositioned himself on top of you. He gripped the base of his cock with his fingers—which were coated with your slick. Alastor teasingly ran the tip of his length between your folds, groaning to himself from the feeling. "I couldn't be more sure of this, my love... so please, no more teasing! I need you to fill me up..." 

Alastor cursed under his breath from your confession. You could see the joy swirling deep within his crimson orbs as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck. Your lover gave you a quick nod, too lost in you to give a proper response. You wasted no time capturing his lips once more. The kiss was slow and sensual, and you both whined into each other's mouths when the tip of his cock sunk inside you. Alastor's free hand grasped your hip tightly as he guided his length into your slick pussy with the other. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your lover finally bottomed out inside you. The stretch burned so pleasingly, and the feeling of being filled up by Alastor was otherworldly. You could tell the pleasure was overwhelming for him as well because the moment his balls came flush against the underside of your pussy, he pulled away from your lips to let out a pitchy whine.

"Fuuuck, darling... hah, this is better than I fantasized, and trust me, I envisioned it a lot," Alastor cock was still inside your hot wet walls, throbbing painfully so inside your pussy as he allowed you to adjust to his size. Your shaky legs came up to wrap around his waist, keeping him flush against your body. "Al, please- fuck me," Your patience was long gone, completely erased by lust. Alastor's forehead fell to your shoulder as he delivered his first shallow thrust. His breath fanned over your heated flesh as his hips pulled back further before slamming deep inside your needy cunt. Your legs tightened around his waist as Alastor began to find his bearings. Each of his hands were now at your hips, his fingernails dug into your flesh as he pulled your body down on his cock to meet his thrusts. All you could do was whine into the crook of his neck as your fingertips began to play with his two-toned locks. "So good, so fucking g-good..." 

Alastor's teeth grazed your collarbone as his thrusts became harsh. The moment your hands began caressing his sensitive ears, his sharp fangs sunk into your skin. Your pussy pulsed wildly around his length from the mix of pleasure and pain, inspiring Alastor to fuck you harder. "Al! You're so deep, mhn... please... don't stop!" Your plea urged your lover on further. In a beat, his large palms were hooked under your thighs. He pushed your knees into your chest as he pulled his teeth out of your flesh, licking your blood from his lips as he towered over you. His thrusts were unrelenting, pelvis slamming into yours wildly, filling the room with the most obscene noises. Alastor was deeper than ever before from this new position, nudging your sweet spot with each upward thrust. It left you a trembling mess beneath him. Your hands dug into the sheets beside you as your lover fucked into you with reckless abandon. "You look so perfect like this... ah, my good girl... you're mine. All mine."

Alastor looked completely animalistic from where he towered above you. His fingernails were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he fucked you deep, and his lips were parted- allowing deep groans to slip past. His abdomen flexed with each sharp thrust he delivered, and his eyes were blown wide. His crimson gaze took in your every twitch; every sharp breath you took, memorizing it all. When one of his hands traveled from your hip to your pussy, you cried out. Alastor was quick to find your clit with the pad of his thumb. Your head thrashed wildly against the pillows from the added friction. The combination of your lover fucking up into you wildly, the tip of his cock prodding your sweet spot with each upward thrust, and the feeling of his thumb rubbing tight circles into your puffy bud was pleasantly overwhelming. Your end was nearing, and with the way Alastor's breath became more labored, you could tell he was almost at his peak, too. "Are you going to cum for me, my good girl? I need to feel you gush around me... fuck, can you do that for me, my sweet thing?" 

Alastor's filthy words were too much to bear. With one last thrust and flick of his thumb, you were milking his cock for all it was worth. "Yes- yes, yes! I'm Cumming- ah, Alastor!" His hips stuttered as you squirted around his cock. Your thighs shook wildly as your vision went blurry. Alastor worked you through your high, absolutely enamored by the sight of you coming undone beneath him. Not to mention the heavenly pleasure of your pussy spasming around his length, squeezing him like a vise. "Alastor! Please cum inside me, please, please, please!" You babbled as your vision began to unblur. The sight of Alastor's wild expression was the first thing you saw as he came into focus. His eyes flashed into radio dials, and his antlers began to grow in size. Before you knew it, his hips were stilling. "Hah, yeah? Want me to breed you? Stuff you full of my seed and make you a mommy? Take it like the good girl I know you are... you better not waste a single drop- fuuuck." Alastor ground his pelvis into yours, balls kissing the underside of your pussy as the first ropes of his cum rippled past his slit. Your lover groaned deeply, cock throbbing from deep inside your pussy as he emptied his load into your warm pussy. Your eyes widened as he continued to release his seed into your womb. There was so much. Alastor must have been really pent up for all these years—you thought. 

Alastor panted fiercely as he finally emptied everything he had inside you. You both remained still for a few beats more, trying to catch your breath. Alastor ducked his head low to capture your lips once more. The kiss was tender- sweet. As if your lover didn't fuck you senseless only moments ago. You began to feel him softening inside you as Alastor deepened the kiss. His body slowly gave out, exhaustion finally catching up to him. Your lover laid flat against you, still nestled deep inside your spent pussy. "You are so perfect, my dear. Tell me, are you alright? Are you hurting anywhere? Forgive me for... getting carried away," You smiled softly at him, crawling your hands to his face. You cupped his cheeks gently, soothing the pads of your thumbs over his cheekbones. "I'm okay, promise! That was... wow. Can't believe I was making us both wait for marriage until doing... that. I know still we haven't officially tied the knot, but I should have just thrown caution to the wind!" You giggled, causing Alastor to whine under his breath from how you clenched around his spent cock.

"All that matters is here and now, hm? You were truly marvelous, my dear! I didn't think I could become more enchanted by you, and yet..." Alastor was cut off by a yawn. You couldn't help the way your heart fluttered at the foreign sight. Everything felt right at this very moment, and you wished time would stop so that this memory wouldn't pass you by. You caressed his face lovingly, guiding his head to your shoulder. "The same could be said for me too! I love you, Alastor." You reached to your side, flipping the blanket that was hanging over the edge of the bed to cover your bare bodies. It wasn't perfect, but it would do for now. Alastor allowed himself to relax against your touch. The weight of him on top of you was comforting, and it felt safe having your lover so close. "I love you more, my dearest. More than words... more than humanly possible..." Alastor's voice fizzled out at the end of his sentence, and a moment later, you heard soft snores. You were grinning from ear to ear from Alastor's cute display. You could see the blanket lifting near his backside from how his tail swished from side to side. His ears twitched slightly against the top of his head when your hands came up to caress them. Your pussy pulsed when you felt his cock twitch from where it was still nestled deep within you as you played with his ears. They must have been really sensitive, you thought.

You leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, right over his scar. You reminisced on all your memories with Alastor that led you to this point as your eyes fluttered shut. The only thing you would change would be regaining your memories sooner. But as Alastor said; "All that matters is here and now." After all, you had the rest of your afterlife to spend with Alastor. And you planned on spending your days with him to the fullest. The last thing that crossed your mind before sleep overtook you was the promise of a proper wedding with your beloved. Even if Alastor and you didn't follow the traditional steps of relationships and intimacy, you still planned to experience all of your firsts; with him. 

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[fraugwinska]

I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

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Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

In Your Time of Need

(Alastor x female wife)

NO MINORS PLEASE!

***

You were pissed. You were inexplicably irritated beyond belief. And the worst part? The cause of your distress wasn't even worth getting angry about, which you knew full well, yet here you were acting like a 15 year old school girl again. Ugh! This was so stupid! And YOU were stupid for allowing yourself to be this upset about something so dumb- and on and on your internal chastisement circled.

You hadn't even realized that you had walked yourself right into the hotel kitchen, ignoring a concerned looking Charlie and Vaggie, to absent mindedly pour a warm mug of coffee and shuffle off. Muttering curses and occasionally waving your hand in the waves of anger wafting off of you.

Stumbling upon you stewing within the depths of the library, Angel Dust made the Unfortunate mistake of introducing logic to your situation. You nearly bit off one of the gloved hands that dared to enter your line of sight as you snapped your sharp teeth in rebuttal. The tall spider demon wasted no time in running for his afterlife right out the door. Usually, you were quick to offer an apology for the VERY rare event of baring your teeth or even a frown towards a friend. But not today...NOT TODAY!

Still steeped within your funk, you were suddenly swallowed by a thick, swirling miasma of black shadows. As soon as you were dropped onto your shared bed sitting with your legs over the side, feeling pin pricks of static climbing up your arms, you struck your husband with a questioning glare. He stood directly in front of you with a smirk, polished boots tapping on the hardwood floor, and eyes half-lidded in understanding. Before you knew it, he had kneeled in between your legs and had raised up your tank top enough to reveal the ample breasts hiding underneath.

Your protests were cut short by the breathy gasp that broke through your lips as Alastor roughly sealed his mouth around one nipple while kneading your other mound between his long fingers. You could feel his ever-present smile as he switched breasts. Never letting up on the pressure of the static also physically stimulating your sensitive skin. Without a word, strong hands gripped your hips and pulled them forward while you breathlessly sunk back onto your elbows and watched him unbutton your jeans.

He even made sure to maintain eye contact as he rained a trail of tender kisses down your stomach. It was so distracting that you hadn't even noticed how he also slid off your pants and left you in just a pair of black underwear. Now face level with your, now moist core, your husband began to litter your inner thighs with bites and licks as he positioned your legs over his shoulders.

The room filled with your moans when he finally brought that talented tongue to your barely clothed vagina. He continued to measure your lewd reactions with a satisfied stare as he played with your clit through your soaked panties. Your hips began to rhythmically buck up into the stimulus he provided. When you couldn't take it anymore, you let out a loud "FUCK!" as the wave of your orgasm crashed into you and you rocked onto Alastor's thick tongue.

By the time you caught your breath, you realized that you were now free of clothing and being repositioned onto your stomach. The deer demon had pressed your chest and head into the soft, but now sweaty mattress, while placing your ass up on your knees for him to admire. You waited in anticipation, trying to see anything other than his strong legs still clothed in slacks, when a sudden slap rang out. You wasted no time in returning to your original view point as you already knew he only wanted you to see what he allowed you to during sex.

Your husband did indeed enjoy possessing the control in this area, which was a turn on in itself, but his hum of approval only served to further torture your aching core. You needed him. Badly.

You heard a zipper and felt his heavy cock slap itself down on the same spot his hand had just disciplined. Your entire body jumped but Alastor's large hands once again firmly held your hips up straight where he wanted them. You felt his large member begin to slot itself into your folds and rub itself through to collect your wetness. A whimper bubbled from your mouth as he once again teased your clitoris with his ballooned tip.

All you heard was a dark chuckle before he rammed himself forward to fully fill your awaiting hole. You don't even know that you cried out as your mate began to fully pump into you at an unforgiving pace. Drool pooled down your lips with every loud moan and you could only grip the sheets of the shaking bed as he roughly fucked you.

You felt a gloved hand grab your shoulder and hot breath on your neck as he bent over your back to reach even deeper. Low, husky pants filled your ears as he took what he wanted from you with abandon. White noise rose with his every strong thrust and you could see the shadow of his growing antlers crawling over your clenched hands. You knew that he could feel your walls beginning to flutter because he immediately bit down deep into your shoulder. A silent command to cum in a primal language that you obeyed at once. With a final grunt from his chest, he joined you in a powerful climax as your walls milked his cock for all it was worth.

After taking a moment to calm himself, your husband kissed the bloody bit on your shoulder before dislodged himself from you. Immediately falling over limp, you merely looked up at him with a fucked out glaze in your eyes and a happily tired smile. Alastor lovingly smiled down at your now sleeping form as he tucked himself back into his slacks and straightened out his suit. Snapping his fingers, you changed position on the bed so that you were now laying correctly under a clean set of sheets. He verified that you were fast asleep free of any filth or lingering sweat before bending down a placing a kiss on his wife's now peaceful face.

***

Ok, this was my first attempt at smut based on my morning with my lovely partner. You ever just get really pissed off for no good reason and really need a good fuckin?

Well hope you enjoyed 😉

-SSPR

[okay-babe]

On my knees begging for you to give us an Alastor x Reader fic featuring cursed Alastor cat 🙏

Some Small Part (return to you)

note: how could I ever say no? tags: alastor x reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, pet! catalastor, mild angst, reader's gender is unspecified, fluff

Outside, thunder rumbled ominously, causing you to pull your robe flush against your torso without even realizing. It was a habit of sorts now, developed after years upon years of unanticipated solitude that seemed to have no foreseeable end.

One had to cope somehow, after all, and you'd never been a very big fan of storms even back when the clouds above had spat water instead of acid.

Your fear required comfort to remedy, and those whose needs were not met made due with the little things, like wrapping themselves up in their softest robe before standing thoughtlessly to search for the only other presence that could be found within the thick and familiar walls of their house.

And of course, that is exactly what you did.

"Minou!"

You called, voice drowned out by the much louder growls of the clouds above as you made your way slowly to the creature's favorite spot within your home.

There was no doubt that he was back from whatever hunt he'd been on by now. After all, he really wasn't one to enjoy getting his fur wet.

"Minou!"

You called again, voice slightly louder this time as you peeked into the laundry room curiously, only to frown when you noted that your "pet" wasn't on the lowly thrumming dryer where he tended to reside whenever the weather grew chill.

You sighed.

He was just as hard to find, it seemed, as the man whose image he so eerily and inexplicably took after.

A burst of lightning crashed noisily against the ground, and in spite of yourself and your apparent annoyance, you jumped, gasping in surprise before groaning, placing your hand against your chest as if needing to feel your racing heart to know you hadn't died all over again.

To say you merely disliked storms after how you'd passed was an understatement, and you found yourself cursing the man who had dared to adorn your finger with his ring all those years ago.

Who did he think he was, leaving you alone to endure a hundred nights just like this one in his absence?

You weren't entirely sure he'd walk away unscathed if he ever dared step through your shared front door again.

But that was enough thought of him.

Sighing, you turned around, already eager to continue the search for your ominous little companion.

Except, much to your surprise, it seemed there would be no search necessary, because standing in the doorway behind you was the very being you had been looking for.

"There you are."

You sighed again, half out of relief and half out of exasperation for the silence with which your darling "pet" always seemed to move.

Habitually, you looked the creature over as he sat still upon the floor, taking in his dark red fur, yellowed teeth, and absurdly small antlers.

He was so familiar to you now that it almost made you falter if you thought about it for too long.

When exactly had you gotten so used to the little guy?

Honestly, if someone were to ask you when the thing had shown up, you weren't entirely sure if you'd be able to recall anymore.

It had been quite some time ago, after all, on a stormy night like this one, that he'd shown up at your door.

The date had long since left your memory, but the fear had stuck around in that wretched way it always did.

You had been terrified.

That storm had exceeded the worst of any other you'd experienced in hell prior, and as you'd cowered in the living room, the radio playing nothing but static paired with the brief interruptions of neighboring channels, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

It was a gnawing sensation, the certainty of eyes staring into your soul, but even still, something had compelled you to approach the window anyhow.

Whatever was out there, you hadn't felt afraid of it, not even when your eyes found those piercing red ones in the darkness.

You had let the creature come inside that night, telling yourself it was just because you felt bad for it having had to sit out there for so very long in the rain.

You'd refused to admit back then how eerie a resemblance it shared with your husband.

You'd refused to acknowledge that such a ridiculous fact had any bearing on your decision.

Because in truth, it was completely absurd.

Except, clearly there had been something about the little guy that you enjoyed having around, because after that night, he'd never truly left.

Sure, he would vanish on occasion through the cat door you'd affixed to the wall a few years ago, but he had yet to stay gone for longer than a few hours at a time.

He knew where home was, it seemed.

Perhaps that was the difference between him and the man you'd married.

You tried not to think too hard about that.

Frowning slightly at another bout of thunder, you snapped yourself out of your reverie and returned your attention to the creature still sitting in front of you.

"Where were you hiding?"

You chided halfheartedly as you bent down to pick the cat-like being up, smiling softly at his purr of contentment. For such an impersonal creature, he certainly did like being on the receiving end of your affections...

Perhaps that was something he shared with the man you'd married.

You were still doing your best not to think about that, though.

Carrying your odd little companion over to the couch, you couldn't help but sigh as you placed him upon your lap, watching as he curled up happily in that same manner he always did.

He was quite the consistent creature, each behavior as strict and unbending as a habit.

All he ever really did was hunt, stare, stand, sit, lay, and stare some more.

His typical day consisted of following you around the house, watching as you performed your daily chores and activities, leaving for a few hours if he felt up to it, and then returning to watch again.

Honestly, now that you thought about it, you weren't even really sure if you'd ever seen the little guy sleep in the four years he'd been occupying your home.

A creature of habit, indeed.

But then, if that was so true, why was it that he was suddenly standing upon your lap with no warning, his fur straight on end and his hackles raised as a hiss as low and ominous as the thunder from above rumbled within his chest.

Your eyes widened at the sight, raising your hands as if in surrender, certain you must've done something to anger your oddly particular "pet".

But then, before you could even consider what that something may have been, you heard a sound that made your heart skip a beat.

It was metal on metal, a familiar, subtle clicking, and then an obvious shift in pressure as cool air flooded your living room.

A key slid easily out of the lock.

Except there was only one other key...

And you hadn't seen it since-

Your head whipped around so fast you feared for a moment that you may have given yourself whiplash, though quickly any thoughts of injury ceased the moment your eyes met his.

"Alastor."

You breathed, his name falling past your lips like a prayer you'd been forced to stop uttering.

Even just saying it felt like an act of heresy.

Your husband's grin remained plastered upon his face even as he caught sight of you, expression unphased, though you couldn't help but notice the way that his eyes roved about your face and body, softening slightly as if he'd only just realized after so very long that he could relax them if he so chose.

"Chère."

He replied simply, his voice smooth and relaxed even in spite of how very long it had been since either of you had seen each other,

"I didn't expect you to be awake."

At that, you swallowed thickly, gently petting at the still growling creature that was standing upon your lap,

"There's a storm."

You replied softly, shaking your head,

"I can't ever sleep during storms anymore."

At that Alastor seemed to stop for a few moments, as if considering your words more thoroughly before he finally nodded.

"Of course, how could I forget?"

Hesitantly, he took a step forward, though he halted rather suddenly when he noticed the source of the angry sound that was reverberating throughout the room.

"What is that?"

He asked, gesturing slightly toward the creature who still stood protectively upon your lap, ears pointed straight up toward the ceiling and eyes fixed meanly upon your husband as if it wished to tear the man to shreds.

"Honestly, I'm not quite sure."

You continued to pet your small companion soothingly, trying to reassure it that things were okay without the use of words.

"He showed up a few years ago during a fearsome storm not too unlike this one. I let him inside so he wouldn't get hurt and he's been here ever since."

Alastor regarded the being with caution and a mild sense of confusion as he continued his slow approach. When he stopped a few feet short of you though, you found that you doubted that your "pet" was making much of a difference when it came to that. Your husband never did stand very close to you when he knew that he'd messed up recently.

A quick getaway, you supposed, probably a smart move.

But as angry as you'd been even just thinking of your love earlier in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to feel the same way in that moment

It was exhausting, missing someone as much as you'd missed the man standing before you, and it almost felt like none of that truly set in until the very moment he was just outside of your reach once more, standing in the home you'd shared as if he'd never even left in the first place.

Oh how badly you wished that were the case.

You swallowed thickly, fighting back tears that you didn't dare try to understand for fear of making them flow faster.

"It was terribly quiet here without you, you know."

You whispered, watching as your husband's lips twitched downward ever so slightly.

He hummed,

"I wasn't aware that I made much noise at all, my dear."

You scoffed at that, in spite of the tears that were still welling up in your eyes.

"I don't think I was either until you left,"

You tried to laugh, but it came out sounding a lot more like a sob, and in response, the creature in your lap quieted slightly, as if having sensed your distress and realized it's attention was better suited elsewhere.

You gasped slightly as you felt it's rough tongue against your cheek, lapping up the tears that had fallen in spite of your best efforts to keep them from doing so.

And then, unable to control yourself, you let out a burst of laughter.

"You're such a weirdo."

You chuckled as you held the small being beneath it's armpits, outstretching your arms to hold it out further so you could see it properly.

It simply stared back, tail wagging ever so slightly with one of it's ears bent toward you in the way you'd grown accustomed to throughout the years.

It was rare that both of it's ears were up unless it was upset.

You quite liked the look of them when they were uneven anyhow, it wasn't much unlike-

Before you could finish that no doubt destructive thought, you stopped yourself and turned your attention back toward the man who was now sitting comfortably in the chair placed opposite to you.

He hummed softly as your eyes met his once more.

You sighed.

"Al, this is Minou."

You introduced gently, turning the creature so he could see it better.

If it reacted, you certainly didn't notice.

Your husband raised a brow in response.

"It's name is... cat?"

He asked hesitantly, wondering for a moment if you had perhaps grown rusty with your french after so many years with no practice.

But before he could get much further with that theory, you nodded.

"Yeah, I thought it was fitting enough. He could pass for a cat, right?"

You turned the creature around once more to get a better look at him, and smiled when it's persistently ominous expression came into view.

He was pretty cute, in his own weird way.

Another manner in which he wasn't too unlike your husband, you supposed.

Alastor chuckled under his breath at your question, watching intently and with a look of keen interest as he took in the sight of you after so very long.

"I suppose so, if one were to squint."

You scoffed at that, but the grin on your face made it obvious that you weren't nearly as upset as you were making yourself out to be.

You pulled your "pet" in closer after a few more seconds of further inspection, smiling softly at the returning sound of his purr upon your lap.

You sighed, looking back to your husband once more.

"You know, when I found him, I almost thought that he was you for a little while, or maybe some extension of you I'd never met before. There's just something about him that feels so awfully familiar in that same way you do."

Alastor hummed and approached slowly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as he finally began to shed his coat.

"Hmm, how interesting."

He replied, semi-lost in thought as he spoke.

It would make sense, after all, that if some part of him were to somehow split off from the rest and gain a consciousness of it's own...

It would return to you.

[melminli]

Devil's Advocate II

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - after you died, you didn't really find it surprising to end up in hell. though, what you did find quiet amusing was that your life down here sucked just a bit less than the one before.

word count: 1.5k

contains: cursing, strong language, sinner reader, violence, religious themes (obviously), sexual themes, demon horniness

part I

"So...ya and that pretty lady over there seemed to be pretty tight, if ya know what I mean." Angel Dust asked curiously, ready to hear some tea. He grinned as he tilted his head to the side flirtatiously. "She some ex of yours, or somethin' like that?"

Husker just looked at him with his usual grim look while he was cleaning a few glasses. Then his gaze briefly wandered away to your figure, who was forced to deal with the Radio Demon and the Princess of Hell. Yeah, you haven't really been successful in getting out of this hotel yet.

"None of your business." He said with his monotone voice and let Angel hang his head in disappointment. "...I'm far too sober for this shit."

A groan could be heard. "Oh, come on, ya grumpy cat! Don't leave me high and dry, I know there's some good story to be heard!"

Before Husker could leave him hanging one more time, a red demon manifested next to them, much to their surprise. "I would also like to hear this good story, if you wouldn't mind sharing it with us, my good friend!" Alastor expressed his interest and looked menacingly at the barkeeper for a few seconds to make it clear that he did not have the privilege of turning his request down.

Fuck you, Larry. This is all your fault. "...we go back a long way." He reluctantly shared the information. "She was obsessed with money back then too, so I saw her in the same casino as me sometimes. Though, she died a long time before me, so I've only really known her since I went to hell." He summarized as briefly as possible.

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" He asked, a little disappointed, even though he hadn't expected the man in front of him to be a good storyteller. "How did she die?"

Cat eyes looked a little nervously at the two people in front of him, while he didn't make a sound. How unfortunate, Alastor thought to himself, and his sharp teeth showed as he understood the situation. "Looks like Husker isn't allowed to tell us this information. That's very interesting! Very interested indeed..." He laughed, and his creepy gaze shifted briefly to your figure. "Seems like we need to find out directly from the source."

The once Overlord looked over at Angel Dust with slight concern and saw how the spiders' eyes were also glancing towards your form. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, but demons as reckless as him fell into your trap like flies to a web. Besides, it wasn't like he was on your best side right now. "I'd be careful." He said to the crowd even though he didn't give a rat's ass about Alastor. "She's not known for making packs with demons left and right for nothing, and I can assure you there's not the slightest chance of escaping from her contracts once you're in it." He said and added. "That's the price for holding up her end of the deal without any sneaky tricks, I suppose."

Well, that sounded unusual. After all, it was normal that one Demon after another stabbed the other in the back, there was no such thing as trusting the other person's word. But maybe that was why you were so popular. "Calm down, I'm not gonna sell my soul to her." Angel laughed. I couldn't even if I wanted to.

Husker placed another clean glass on the counter. "It doesn't have to be your soul. She'll find something she wants from you, and she's good with her mouth, so you'll give it to her. They all do in the end." He said and reached for a bottle of whiskey, ignoring the two incredulous looks he received. He took a sip and was initially confused as to what was going on with the two until he realized what he had said and choked on his drink. "Words! I meant to say words, damn it." He corrected himself.

Alastor didn't blink for a few seconds, and Angel, on the other side, just laughed amusedly. Maybe he wasn't so wrong with his first guess, after all. "Of course ya were."

"Well, thank you for your kind hospitality, but I'm afraid that I'll be taking my leave now." You spoke to the two girls. As much as Charlie regretted it, she couldn't convince you to spend a few nights at the Hazbin Hotel. Apart from the fact that she would have had a new guest, it might have enhanced the hotel's reputation if someone as renowned as you had visited. Though, unfortunately that didn't work out.

I've messed up again. Charlie tried not to look too depressed, even though she really was an open book. "Oh, all right. Thanks for listening to me."

You smiled while rubbing her shoulder. "Of course, darling." You replied, but that didn't really seem to cheer her up. You couldn't help but be a little gentler with her, she had a good heart for a hell born. "Let's make a deal." You suggested to her as an idea popped into your head.

Right after the sentence came out of your mouth, Vaggie narrowed her eyes and stepped protectively in front of her girlfriend. "Charlie doesn't make deals with demons like you." She said protectively, and you leaned closer to her at what she said. Your pupils narrowed to slits and two more eyes opened menacingly on your face. "What do you mean with demons like me, little lady, hm?" You asked her as the light in the room began to flicker, and you saw her continue to stand her ground, even though you could smell the slight fear emanating from her.

You pulled back again and returned to your normal self. "I'm just kidding, I know I'm a greedy bitch." You laughed out and saw how Vaggies eye twitch in irritation while Charlie laughed along a little uncomfortably. "Well, even though I wouldn't mind making an official deal with the little princess, I was thinking more of a friendly kind of deal." You suggested. "I'll put in a good word if the subject of your hotel comes up with anyone I know, and in return, I'd just like to ask you for a teeny tiny favor."

That didn't sound so bad. It would be good for their image if someone like you would spread a few good things about the hotel. Before Charlie could agree, Vaggie straddled back in. "And what does this favor involve?"

You conjured up a collar with a bell and an old Poloroid camera with a snap of your fingers. "Make Husk wear this and take lots of photos of it. Preferably of the process too, 'cause I'm working on some thank you cards for my company." You say and put the two things in her hands. You then remembered something. "Oh! And give this to him too." You added and handed Charlie a piece of paper. "That bastard owes me sixty thousand dollars 'cause of that Berry guy, or whatever his name was."

You were about to turn around and walk to the door when you met two red eyes right in front of you. "Leaving us so soon, what a shame." Said the Radio Demon with a smile as you took a step back so that you were no longer face to face. "Your presence turned out to be quite entertaining, I too had secretly hoped that you would give our great hotel a chance." He announced, pointing his funny stick at you.

You pushed it aside with your finger. "Well, thank you, Blossom, but I'm afraid my presence is in demand at other places." You pronounced not very regretfully.

He raised an eyebrow and would find your nicknames more amusing if he'd understood the reference. "And where would that be?"

You looked neutral. "I actually have a massage appointment at six. See you then." You said goodbye and went away with a poof after you clapped with your hands.

A few seconds of silence passed after you disappeared, and Vaggie looked at the objects in her hands again, a little questioningly. "So, what's the best way to go about this?" She asked Charlie, who was already looking thoughtfully at the bar. "Let's ask him first. Maybe he's in a good mood."

Vaggie looked at the man in question and saw him drinking a large bottle of alcohol before throwing it in the back to get his hands on another one. "Sweetie, do you know Husk?"

[cherryrainn]

DINNER .

; pairing ; alastor & human! reader

; note ; hihi! this is a request i got on wattpad! (yes i changed my format again)

; warnings ; chasing, captivity, predatory behavior, he ate you

the moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow through the twisted branches of the abandoned forest. the air was thick with a palpable sense of foreboding as you venture deeper into the darkness, your footsteps echoing in the silence that surrounded you. the only sound that cut through the stillness was the rustle of leaves under your feet as if the very earth beneath you shivered with a sense of unease.

your senses heightened with each step, the crunch of leaves beneath your shoes making you acutely aware of the isolation that enveloped you. it was said that this forest was cursed, abandoned by both the living and the dead. yet, curiosity drove you forward, a reckless desire to explore the unknown.

as you pushed deeper into the heart of the forsaken woods, an unsettling sensation crept up your spine. you felt eyes upon you, unseen and malevolent. a chill ran down your spine, and the shadows seemed to dance with a life of their own. you quickened your pace, aware that you were no longer alone.

a low growl reverberated through the air, causing you to freeze in your tracks. the atmosphere thickened, suffused with a sinister energy that seemed to emanate from the very heart of the forest. before you could react, a figure emerged from the darkness, its form illuminated by the pale moonlight.

a demon, grotesque and menacing, stood before you, his sharp, yellow teeth glinting in a predatory smile. his red eyes bore into yours, the sinister glint betraying the facade of charm he so masterfully wore. the tufts of hair on his head resembled the ears of a deer, and his entire presence exuded an otherworldly aura.

"well, well, well," he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "what do we have here? a lost lamb wandering into my domain."

you felt a shiver run down your spine as alastor circled you like a predator sizing up its prey. the air crackled with tension as he continued to appraise you, his eyes flickering with a hunger that went beyond the mundane.

"you've stumbled into something you shouldn't have," alastor mused, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. "this forest is my territory, and those who enter uninvited are subject to my whims."

as he spoke, a disturbing realization struck you -a bestial urge, a wendigo-like hunger, flickered in his eyes. his internal struggle played out before you, torn between devouring you and keeping you as his plaything.

a sinister smile played on his lips as he spoke, "now, my dear, the question is, shall i indulge my appetite and feast upon you, or perhaps, keep you for my amusement?"

fear gripped your heart as the words of the demon hung in the air. without waiting for a response, he continued to circle you, reveling in the uncertainty of your fate. in that moment, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, drowning out the fear, and a single thought echoed in your mind – get out of here.

without a second thought, you turned on your heels and sprinted through the twisted trees, the forest becoming a blur around you. the crunch of leaves beneath your frantic footsteps reverberated through the night, and the distant laughter of alastor followed, a haunting symphony to your desperate escape.

"oh, run, my sweet little morsel! run as fast as your fragile legs can carry you!" his voice called out, a mocking lilt underscoring his words.

panic set in as you desperately searched for an escape, but the once-visible path had vanished into a disorienting labyrinth of darkness.

your breaths came in ragged gasps as you stumbled over roots and rocks, the relentless pursuit of alastor's laughter pushing you to the brink. the forest seemed to warp and twist, playing tricks on your senses, and every desperate turn only deepened the sense of entrapment.

just as hope threatened to abandon you entirely, a gnarled branch shot out from the shadows, its twisted form snaking around your ankle. you yelped in pain as you fell to the ground, the cold earth meeting your face. the branch tightened its grip, preventing any further escape.

alastor emerged from the darkness, his eyes alight with sadistic glee. "my, my, it seems our little game has reached its climax," he mused, sauntering toward you with an unhurried pace.

you struggled against the binding branch, panic coursing through your veins. alastor leaned down, his face inches from yours, the twisted smile never leaving his lips.

"oh, my dear, did you really think you could outrun me? how adorable," he sneered, relishing in your desperation.

your chest heaved with each breath as you glared defiantly at the grinning demon. gritting your teeth, you looked up at him, defiance burning in your eyes. "yeah? well... you might be surprised," you retorted, your voice steady despite the fear that coursed through your veins.

alastor chuckled, his amusement growing. "bold words. perhaps there's more fight in you than i anticipated." he circled you, his presence looming like a dark specter.

in that moment, a flicker of hope danced in your chest. maybe, just maybe, you could defy the odds and escape the clutches of this sadistic demon. if you showed him you weren't afraid, perhaps he would release you.

"you see," you continued, keeping eye contact with alastor, "i don't scare easily. you might think you have control, but i won't be just a victim in your stupid game."

alastor's grin widened, the challenge seemingly invigorating him. "oh, how fascinating! a morsel with a spine. i do love a good challenge."

for a brief moment, it seemed as if the tables might turn. alastor hesitated, his gaze narrowing as he considered your words. the hope that had sparked within you was like a fragile flame, flickering in the darkness.

he considered you for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the handle of his cane. the silence hung in the air, pregnant with uncertainty.

then, with a sudden, guttural laughter, alastor shook his head. "you entertain me, but amusement can only go so far," he declared, his demeanor shifting.

alastor's form began to change. the air crackled with dark energy as he transitioned from his charming, dapper persona to his full demonic form. the tufts of hair on his head extended into formidable antlers, and his eyes transformed into swirling, demonic orbs.

a sinister smile stretched across his face as he loomed over you, the shadows of the forest seeming to bow to his malevolence. the once-playful atmosphere twisted into a palpable sense of dread.

"in the end, my appetite reigns supreme," he declared, his voice now a guttural growl that sent shivers down your spine.

before you could react, alastor's demonic form lunged forward, engulfing you in darkness. the forest bore witness to the macabre spectacle, the moonlight flickering in the twisted branches as your defiant words were silenced by the abyss.

moments later, the moonlit forest stood eerily silent, the shadows slowly retreating as alastor returned to his more refined, dapper self. the antlers retracted, and the demonic aura dissipated, leaving behind the sly, self-assured grin on his face.

with a flick of his wrist, alastor produced a small, pristine napkin from seemingly thin air. his eyes glinted with a semblance of amusement as he delicately dabbed at the corners of his mouth, cleaning away the residue of his meal.

"ah, what a delightful diversion that was!" he mused, his voice back to its smooth, radio-like cadence. the forest, having borne witness to the dark spectacle, seemed to exhale a collective sigh.

with a snap of his fingers, he vanished into the shadows, leaving the moon to cast its cold light upon the desolate landscape.

[sugoi-writes]

Biting back the urge to say 'fuck it' and come off anon cause I keep finding gif-sets that would work perfectly for Smutmus. I know why tumblr doesn't allow image/gif sharing while on anon, but goddammit! The visual aids do wonders for the parts I'm not articulate enough to write without sounding repetitive. 😩

But on that note: I've decided to just throw caution to the wind and do a reveal after this one! Just wanna play a bit more with what little editing mobile allows and get summaries of the Smutmus Holy Trinity put on a masterlist first~ ❤️

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?" You breathed out in between your gasps and moans. The corners of your mouth twitched upward as Alastor's thrusts became more and more animalistic with every 'slap!', every curse that bounced off the walls and invaded his senses. You just felt so fucking good! He couldn't help himself.

Removing his clawed hand from your hair, Alastor traced the point of his sharp nails down your back - reveling in the hiss that forced its way through your clenched jaw - to wrap around the curve of your ass, his other hand on your hip joining it on the opposite cheek. With a harsh squeeze followed by an equally hard slap, Alastor began to guide your lower body in sync with his own. Foreheads still pressed together, his eyes were locked with yours as both of you were nearing another release. "Yes, just like that! Don't stop!" He groaned, forcing your hips up and down, the sinful drag of his cock driving you mad.

"Gonna cum in this tight little pussy! M'gonna fill you up!" He promised, hips becoming more erratic as he chased that wonderful high - one he could never get anywhere else. Lifting your head just enough to look down between your bodies, salivating at the way his cock disappeared inside you. It was only for a second, but it was enough for Alastor to smack your ass once more, his other hand coming back up to grab a fistful of your hair and direct your gaze back to his face. "Look at me!" He demanded. The blissful sting of his hand pulling your hair made you clench around him even harder, if that was even possible.

"C-c'mon Al, give it to me!" You cried, heart racing as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, splitting you in half on his cock. "Pound that pussy-! Nnghh-ohfuck, fuck! Harder Al! Pound my little pussy!" You continued to babble, your mind beginning to go numb as your mouth fell open in the perfect 'oh!' shape. You looked so beautiful like that, it was almost enough to make Alastor cum right then and there, but he held on. It was knowing that he was responsible for the ecstasy coursing through your veins that did it for him; your begging and your expression was tugging at what little restraint he had left.

Reaching up to pull his fingers from your hair, you lifted your upper body so that you were in an upright position once more - his hands returning to your ass cheeks, using them as leverage to bring you down harder and harder with each thrust. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Alastor commanded through clenched teeth, pounding up into you while watching your tits bounce in time with his movements. "Cum on my fucking cock! Do it, cum with me!"

You had wanted to drag this out a little bit longer, but the way Alastor was pounding into you at such an inhuman pace, your were nearly at your peak (as was he). Alastor watched your hand go straight for that little button in between your folds, rubbing harsh circles against it with the pads of your fingers. "That's it, that's it! Good fucking girl!" He praised you, his own mouth falling open at the sight before him. Arching your back slightly and throwing your head back, you clenched your eyes shut - a drawn out moan so lewd it could make a pornstar blush (Angel) coming from your throat. Your thighs quivered violently, unable to hold the pace any longer as your orgasm crashed over you like you had just stepped under the Niagra Falls - your fluids squirting onto his lower abdomen and dripping down his sides onto the sheets below, a small amount even pooling in the crevice of his navel.

Alastor struggled as the vice grip your heated mound had on his shaft made it damn near impossible to move; but he prevailed, fucking you through your release while chasing his own. His cock twitched inside you as he watched your eyes roll back into your skull, his hips stuttering as he felt the first few ropes of his seed shoot into you. "M'cumming, m'cumming! Fucking-holy-! ... Oh my ffffuuu-!" Alastor shouted, this orgasm hitting him particularly harder than the rest. His shoulders came off the bed as his upperbody jerked forward slightly from the force of his orgasm, his own thighs quaking as he tried to keep his pace, determined to fuck you both through your individual highs straight into overstimulation.

Eventually his thrusts slowed and you removed your hand from that little bundle of nerves, placing both of your hands on his knees as you leaned back slightly, supporting your own weight on them. Your entire body would twitch and your hips would jerk away whenever the tufts of his pubic hair brushed against your swollen clit. Your chest heaved as you tried to come down from your high, but Alastor's shallow thrusts were making it difficult. "A-Al... baby please-" you tried to beg, but it was no use. You knew Alastor was deaf to the world the first few seconds after his release, so you could do naught but try to ride it out. But this time was proving to be more difficult than the rest.

Attempting to lift yourself off of his cock, you barely made it an inch when one of Alastor's tentacles wrapped around your waist, forcing you back down onto his still rock hard, drooling cock. "Ala-... Wha- Alastor?!" You cried out in shock, the overstimulation becoming almost painful as he forced your hips to grind back and forth with his hands. Your whole body was going to be covered in bruises and hickies come morning, and that thought alone had Alastor ready for another round. Grabbing hold of his forearms, you tried to get him to let go. "Al- just give me a secon-nah! Nngh! F-fuck!" But it was futile, as in the next moment you found yourself lying flat on your back in the same spot he once rested, his claws wrapped around the underside of your thighs and pushing them up against your chest - his dick not leaving your core for a single second.

"Oh darling... I'm no where NEAR done with you!"

I was wobbling so hard when I went to go grab a drink after this-- I fuckinh FELL. I FELL BECAUSE OF THIS POST.

ALSO WE HAVE A REVEAL SOON? I LITERALLY GONNA CRY-- OH MY GOSH I CAN'T WAIT??? AND GIFS, PICTURES, ACCOMPANYING THIS STUFF??? Phew. Guys, hold me up, HOLD ME UP

*Post Read*

F-First of all... how are you reading my mind? 🥴🥴🥴 Literally so many k-kinks in one post... the hair pulling? 😩💦 the nails? 😩💦 grabbing ass and using it as leverage? 😩💦 The commands/forcing us to look? 😩💦 Good Girl? 😩💦 Overstim when his legs are giving out??? 😩💦😩💦😩💦 HHHHHHHHH MINK AND HAZEL I FEEL LIKE MAKING A WHOLE ASS ESSAY ON THIS

S-Second... HOW? How do you write this stuff and not pass out? I'm clutching my pearls, I'm staring at the ceiling, and my legs are twitching. My throat is dry, my voice is groggy from waking up, but I want to SCREAM.

I- I can't IMAGINE how you must feel when you write this???? JFC?

I don't think you've realized what you've done 😩💦 You have rights to my estate, you have my soul, you have my crops, fuck it, you can have my cat Nugget when I die from the heart attack I'm about to have--

UGHN!! AAAAAAAA SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD. BARK BARK BARK

If no one has told you today: you're so fucking awesome. And you deserve to have your mind blown and turned to mush from being dicked down 😩💦

☄️❤️Anon I fucking LOVE YOU. 😭💗

@hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely ....what's worse? THERE'S ALREADY A SECOND PART IN MY INBOX!!! SEND THE POLICE. IM GONNA NEED A WELLFARE CHECK

We wish you a Merry Smutmus, and a Happy Nude Year!

(Gif below was my exact reaction, when I woke up screaming to this post)

[thepeonysbackup]

I need more mindswap fics! Now! Dis shits too good!

Mind!Swapped!Alastor, who....

Pairings: Alastor x Reader

Tags: MDNI, smut plot, dub con!

Word count: 887

Request: Yes/No

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who stirs to the sound of his door being hammered on, who's face peeks over the soft blue sea of fabric to see his door swing open from the comforting space. Who basks in the soft warmth of the light as a shadow hurriedly covered him in darkness, his own smiling face hovering over his body while speaking rapidly, worry noticeable on his brow as the words came in and out of audible, so quick his ears couldn't understand at first in his haze.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who shoots up suddenly after he rolled back over onto his side, his newly felt long strands of hair tickling his nose until he cracked them open once again. Who frantically grabs at himself in a perplexed mental attack of weakness, who jolts when you touch his uncovered feminine flesh and pushes his body off the bed with a girlish scream.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who threatens absolute carnage upon you if you do not keep your mouth shut for the entire day. Who claims he'll tear your soul into bite sized pieces until you can hear not move an inch so he can feast upon your organs to make sure you die again remembering nothing.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who forces you to change his vulgar revealing feminine clothes with his own power, who only allows his shadow to cautiously and accurately switch his attire.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who doesn't leave your side, his brain being fogged by not only the need for his powerful presence to protect him in this weak state, but by the attraction to himself he felt through your body. Who clings to his own arm breathlessly, who gains attention from the others to the change in both of your behaviors.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who cannot rest alone. Who shudders at the thought of being in a restless solitude without his pocketed dimensional room and without his strong present static, who rushes through the halls in your lacey white translucent night clothes to his door to open it… Only to find himself on his armchair by the fire place, his body's clothes disheveled and face stained with a red tint as his clawed hand ruffled lightly within his pants.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who grinds his flat herbivore-like teeth at the wet feeling coating himself between his fair thighs, the womanly throbbing from his dainty petals as he pulls the front of your white camie down to cover himself and the growing wetness that he has little control over. “What do you think your doing?!” His voice would seeth, the threat coming out helplessly as a whine of embarrassment due to your girlish voice being so soft.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who gawks in pure horror at his newly developed position upside down, who writhes with cute little noises of protest as black tendrils loop around his now frail and soft form, his embarrassed tear filled eyes batting its lashes rapidly as he made eye contact with you in his body. Who watches helplessly as your hand untucks himself from his pants at a painfully slow pace, claws raking drawled out strokes across the taut strained skin as it pulsed.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who screams to the holy being who sent him to this foul place for mercy, your lips allowing the words of a subconscious pleading bitch to release as the feeling of his demonic presence rumbled throughout your trembling form in powerful thrusts of his tentacles. Who cursed you for hours before succumbing to your body's desires for his bloodthirsty feral fucking.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who quakes in his eighth orgasm finally hitting the sweetest spot inside you, voice hoarse and desperate for something other then a tentacle inside. “Dearest…” He'd moan to you, your hand still lazily stroking over his half hardened cock before the shadowy appendages pulled him over to you. His ever present smile still boring strain as you made his magic lower your body onto his lap. “Beg some more, it's so fucking hot-” You'd tell him, clawed hand gripping your chin harshly to make him listen. Oh how he trembled.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who cumdrunkenly begs for more of his own seed to fill your tight little holes. Who gurgles hushed moans onto his cock as you facefuck him into the wall, humming hard against his length as it continued to split thick white globs down your pipes until you made him choke. Who reveled in the sound of his voice calling to him, “Such a good girl..” he was for this moment.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who wakes sticky and damp with you on his lap shivering uncontrollably with your thighs locked around his hips. Who's static grows until he feels your cunt tighten around his soft cock, helping it to harden as you blubbered against his chest in pain from the soreness.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who uses you as nothing but a weak and pathetic little fleshlight for days after your incident. Who punishes you so sweetly that your mind bends into itself and snaps at its base. Who fucks you so good that the only word you remember to say is his name and not a damn thing else. “Oh, don't think that I won't remember this..”

[sparrowrye]

Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 9

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous Part

Part 9: playing mind games

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I started noticing books being left on the ottoman at the base of my bed. Their old covers and texture of the pages told me of their age. I didn't know what any of them were about unless I read them. I knew it was Alastor's doing, though. I kept them by the window and didn't touch them.

I sat out on the porch with Husker again. This time I shared with him what happened in the library. His grumpy face didn't change and he often let out an exasperated sigh over Alastor’s behavior. It felt nice to complain about him to someone. Husker somehow managed to coax me into talking about the big fight.

"I thought you said your powers were dampened up here," I finished.

"They are. But I also told you that Al is different."

"Why?"

He shrugged and took another sip. "Beats me. And I don't really care to find out either."

"What...do you think it would be...easier for me to practice my powers in Hell?" I asked slowly.

His sharp pupil looked at me sideways. "I don't think that's really a place you'd want to explore."

"I didn't say explore. But it might be easier for me to unravel my curse if a Demon's powers are stronger in Hell."

"That's something you'd have to ask Al, about." He leaned his face on his paw.

"The answer is no." Both of us jumped when the Radio Demon appeared by the door. "A curse is a curse and it's just as hard to unravel no matter where you are."

I sighed and leaned back in the chair. I stared off into the white landscape as Husker and Alastor talked about something else. It didn't make sense what he had said. How could it not be easier to unravel a curse? It would make my magic easier to handle and learn from, which would in turn make it easy to unravel it. So why not?

I thought back to my meetings with Rosie. She would always make a comment about the progress I was making. When she would ask me to do something with magic, it took minimal effort compared to when I used it in the house. Did Alastor have some kind of magic constraint on the house to keep me from using too much? Or to keep Husker in check? I had seen them disagree before.

Or—

My eyes widened. I slowly turned my head to look at the two of them bickering. Husker noticed first and went quiet. Alastor uncomfortably turned his head first, then his shoulders followed.

"Is..." My claws dug into the wood of the chair's armrest. "Is Rosie's place...in Hell?"

Husker's eyes snapped up to look at Alastor. His lips parted into a toothy smile. "Of course it is darling. Where else did you think it was?" I couldn't tell if he was angry at me. He always sounded so condescending so it was hard to tell the difference.

"I don't know. I just...didn't know."

"Indeed, she resides in Hell as Cannibal Town's prestige Overlord."

"Cannibal Town?"

He chuckled. "What did you think all their pointy teeth were for, darling?"

I leaned away from him despite the distance already. I couldn't help but stare at his own sharp teeth. There was always something he was neglecting to tell me.

"It's why we always visit Rosie at night and why we always use the back door. Hell isn't exactly the safest for you."

"It would have been nice to have known, though."

"There are some things you don't need to know." There it was again with the condescending tone. I felt like a child being lectured by a parent. "But this you do," he leaned down toward me, "You are not to leave her estate without me. Wouldn't want you getting into the hands of any cannibals, or worse."

"Worse what?"

He straightened up and placed his cane down. "My dear, you are not yet ready for Hell. You have still a long way to go. Speaking of which, I do think it's time for another lesson, don't you think?"

I squeezed my hands tightly together. "Do all your lessons use fear and pain?"

"That all depends on you, darling. Come along." He went into the house, leaving the door open for me to follow. I let out a huge sigh and gently hit my head on the back of my chair.

I dropped my human appearance and walked inside, leaving Husker to his whiskey bottle. I found Alastor waiting in the library, his claws drumming his cane impatiently.

He can't get mad at me for using self defense, right?

The doors all slammed behind me and the curtains were drawn. "Conjure light." To my relief, I could still make out everything in the room. I focused on my palms and conjured light from my hands. "Give shape to it."

I hesitated. Then I cupped my hands together and imagined rolling up a snowball. I took my hand away to reveal a sphere of light.

"Excellent." He appeared directly in front of me and lifted the sphere from my hands. "Now, I want you to snuff it out."

"How?"

"Use your imagination dear." He looked near the window at a sharp shadow cutting through the wood. He wanted me to control the shadows.

I looked around at all the other sharp lines from the single light he held. How did I move shadows? I only ever saw him disappear into them. And how did I get them up to the light?

I tried moving the single shadow from a chair's leg. I saw it shaking at first. Eventually I managed to pull it towards me along the floor. I was practically reeling it in with my hands. It felt heavy. I lifted it up Alastor's leg and to his arm where it promptly disappeared.

"Let's try something more simpler," he said. He lifted his cane and the room was plunged into utter darkness again. His face was illuminated in a nightmarish way from the sphere he still held. "This should be easier. Try again."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I looked around at the darkness as I struggled to think. He and Husker always used their hands when they were casting. So I opened my claws and imagined the darkness infecting and surrounding the little ball of light.

The light disappeared.

"Well done." Alastor appeared beside me as did the sunlight. "You seem to have a good grasp on shadow work.” He walked behind me to the other side. "You must really be in touch with your Demon side. Good job." With his condescending comment, he slipped into the shadows and back upstairs.

I looked down at my black claws.

****

I met with Rosie again a week later.

"My my, you've made even more progress," she marveled at the touch of our hands. "I'm so impressed. You must be practicing a lot."

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. I had just gotten comfortable with her before Alastor revealed who she really was to me. I couldn't stop staring at her teeth.

"Well, let's not linger any longer. Let's get right into it." She held my hands and I grudgingly closed my eyes. Would today reveal anything more than just more memories?

We started a trip down my teenage-hood when Striker owned me. He was the roughest when it came to discipline. He always grabbed my hair, held me right up to his face, and whipped his tail at me. He hated my snide comments.

We continued through the years. She asked me to focus on the faces in the crowd above me and those in cages beside me. There were faces in the cages that I recognized, many of whom were now long dead, but the crowd was never recognizable. Until one face stood out.

Husker.

His red wings caught my attention real fast. I could see him pushing through the crowd collecting bets and dishing money out. He wore his usual grumpy face but he wore a long jacket of some kind. I felt hot anger in my arms but my opponent slammed me into the ground. I finished the memory exiting the ring and walking onto a cobbled street. I looked around, utterly confused.

"What do you see?" Rosie asked.

"A town. I'm...wait...I'm in Tidebring."

"Where's that?"

"It's on a beach of the fishing district. It was where I first escaped."

"Tell me what you see."

"I see people walking. All people I don't recognize. And I see children. Their parents are holding their hands and moving quickly. It's almost sunset."

"Good. What happens at sunset?"

"It's more dangerous. Things come out of the ocean and..." I turned around to find myself in Ultopa. It was the city Striker found me. "I'm...I'm...not safe."

"What is it darling?"

"This isn't...They legalized ring fights here." I started spinning in circles. "There's no one on the streets. He's...he's going to find me."

"This is a memory, darling. Don't let the fear get to you."

"He's looking for me. He...he wants me back. He wants...he likes to play tricks." I found myself walking further down the street. I suddenly spotted the orphan boy I had saved in the alley. He was hugging a woman in the doorway. "This isn't...this isn't how I remember this."

"Darling, I need you to pull out of the memory."

"This isn't a memory." I looked intently at the boy. He was smiling and rubbing his face in his mother's skirt. Rosie was saying something else but I couldn't hear. He opened his eyes and waved to me. I waved back. When he smiled his face got really big and he laughed, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

I spun around right as Striker lunged at me. My head slammed into the concrete and his claws tightened around my throat. I could hear Rosie yelling but I was too focused on Striker's teeth near my nose.

I tried pushing him off with my legs but he wouldn't budge. He laughed loudly in my ear and ran his tongue along my neck. My blood ran cold. My struggling turned frantic. I couldn't breathe. He was too heavy.

"You're mine, oh you're mine." His voice didn't match. It wasn't his.

Cold water slammed into my face. I sucked in air and water, rolling over to cough it up. I dug my claws into the wet carpet as I hacked up more water. I could still see his face but I could feel that I was in Rosie's store.

I frantically shook my head and blinked several times. I couldn't get his smiling face out. I began clawing at my eyes but something cold grabbed my wrists and pinned them against a wall. They were glued there. When I couldn't move them I brought my face to them, desperately trying to get his face to go away.

Rosie was frantic as she tried to tell me to stop. "Get him out! Get him out!" I yelled. I dragged my face along the carpet but he wouldn't leave. His smile only grew bigger and closer. I could feel his tongue still on my neck. "Get him out!"

I could sense Rosie wasn't near me anymore, which made me panic even more. I started slamming my head into the wall, repeating the same words over and over. I tried smelling for anything but all my senses were blocked. I was floating in nothingness.

Someone grabbed my chin and pulled it up. Another hand covered my eyes and dragged it across my face. I furiously blinked and the image of Striker faded. His yellow eyes were replaced by red ones and I soon found myself staring up Alastor.

My breathing slowed as I realize I was back. Alastor gently let go of my face and I fell down on my elbows. I slowly looked around at the small, pale room. Rosie stood behind me with a hand on my back. I let out a sigh.

"Welcome back, sweetie," she said softly.

"What..." I swallowed with a dry throat. "What happened?"

"Someone got in your mind," she answered.

"What?"

Alastor stood up from his kneeled position and started looking around. Rosie went to my hands and took the old handcuffs off. I hadn't noticed the random white bar that ran along all of her walls. Was it a decoration style?

I sat up and pushed my wet hair out of my eyes. I started shivering and Rosie was quick to put a blanket over my shoulders. I could still see a faint outline of Striker's face still.

Alastor walked back over. "There was air magic involved."

"I'll have my boys clean all the vents," Rosie declared. She kept rubbing her hand in circles on my back. All I could do was stare at the floor and tremble. "It might be wise for me to visit you next time. She'll need to learn how to use mind magic before she can come back here."

"I think you're quite right, Rosie." He stood next to my cowering figure. "Thank you for saving her." He attempted to pick me up but I panicked and practically jumped over Rosie.

"I—I—I can—I can walk. I'm fine!" I yelled. Rosie looked between the two of us.

"Then let me at least help you, darling." He held out a clawed hand. Still shivering, I slowly accepted the gesture. He carefully lifted me up from under my arm and let Rosie wrap the blanket around my shoulders again.

"I'm sorry it even happened, Alastor. I didn't notice anything different."

"It's no worries," he reassured her, "It might've been too small for you to detect. We'll arrange for you to visit us soon."

"Of course. You may leave in here. I'll need to scrap this place clean again."

Alastor simply nodded before wrapping an arm around me. I felt uneasy and grabbed onto his arm when the ground fell away. We came back to the moon's blue light reflecting off the snow. The cold grabbed at my wet body and my shivering worsened.

The world went dark a moment before I found myself in front of the fire. I knelt down and pulled the blanket tighter. I stared into the fire, not yet feeling it's sweet warmth. I watched the flames wave back and forth.

I flinched when Alastor touched my chin. He still had a smile on his face but he wasn't showing any teeth. He knelt in front of me and carefully touched my chin again. He used his other hand to run his fingers along my face. It wasn't until he touched a wound that I realized my face was covered in them. It had been from my own doing.

They stung every time he touched them. I closed my eyes and braced myself every time I felt his fingers on my skin. My claws punctured holes in the blanket from holding it so tight. I didn't like how gentle he was being. It was uncharacteristic of him.

He eventually moved down to the sides of my neck. If I wasn't tense before, I was now. His claws occasionally brushed against my skin but it was mostly his fingers running across the bleeding cuts.

Then his hands froze. I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at my neck. He ran his finger along a certain path on my skin.

"What is it?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"You have a rash here. Nothing to worry about." He pressed his palm against the spot and it tingled as his magic worked. I could see the glow of green outlining his figure again. He then touched the remaining wounds and stood up. "Nifty," he called. She appeared a second later excitedly. "Draw a bath for her." She crawled quickly up the stairs.

"What happened to me?" I asked. I was still crouched by the fire and soaking wet.

"Someone got into your head with mind magic." His cane appeared in his hands and he suddenly looked much taller. He looked out the window. "And I know exactly who it was."

"Who?" I coughed up more water. My lungs burned with every breath I took.

He finally turned to look at me. His smile widened but not enough to show teeth. "No one you should concern yourself with, darling. I'll handle it." He held out his hand, helping me to my feet.

The world went dark and my body felt like it was in water again. A moment later I was standing in my bedroom. Alastor let go of my hand as Niffty walked out of my bathroom. "It's all done!"

"Excellent." He turned to me and panic ran through me. "Perhaps you'll ensure that she's well on her own, Niffty?" My shoulders dropped with relief.

"Of course, sir!" she saluted him with the wrong hand.

"You have nothing to worry about tonight, dear," he told me, "You're safe in this house. Husker will be up shortly to watch over you."

"Where are you going?"

He took a step away and half bowed his head. "I have someone to speak to on this account. To ensure they don't try this little trick ever again." With that, he faded into the shadows.

The hot bath water was instantly soothing. Everything in me slowly began relaxing until I could move my limbs properly again. The relief brought tears to my eyes as I sank lower into the warm water. I kept my eyes on the faucet because closing them made me see Striker's face again.

I wasn't so sure I would be able to sleep tonight.

[circeyoru]

Hallo! I am a HUGE fan of your Unwanted Souls (I hope that's the name) series! I was thinking: would the hotel members (Angel) take advantage of Reader and Alastor actually going out on a date to sneak in Reader's room? If Bambi exists, would they lure him away with a corpse? Or would there be a protection barrier/Bambi being a lil guardian?

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

AHhh! Thank you!! A huge fan~ Never would I dream that people would be a fan of my writings really. You got the series title right, no worries~

Oh ho~ This is first. Your room. Yes. Your shared and combined room with Alastor.

To get one thing clear, originally, Alastor has his radio tower and that's for broadcast, then he has a bedroom. If you weren't with him, he would have done the same as what he did in the show. But, you were with him and unconscious, so he requested for another room that right next to his for you (though Charlie and the others didn't know it was for you per say). That's in addition to the bedroom and radio tower he has. That additional room was merged with Alastor's to make a bigger room for you. Thus, you have your room!

As for would hotel members take advantage of your and Alastor's absence to enter. I'd like to say no, but that's too ideal, yeah? I believe all rooms are locked with their own key, but with demons have their unique powers, it's easy to break in. Still, there's a master key that Charlie and Vaggie would own to inspect rooms. You know how Charlie said she and Vaggie nearly managed to find all of Angel's drug stash? Yeah, they definitely entered Angel's room.

There's nothing in your room that's worth hiding or stealing, so you don't exactly fret over it. It's Alastor that does all that. Yeah, he puts a form of barrier on the windows and doors, basically anywhere that allows entry to your temporary home. In addition, there's shadow minions that would be left behind to guard your belongings and room. To Alastor, everything you own is precious, so there's a need to protect and preserve it, until you deemed it trash. Or you don't want Alastor to guard your stuff.

Now I'll say that Angel tried to enter your room once and regretted it. Because of Alastor's barrier and shadows, it got Angel one hell of a nightmare fuel. You got back to your room to find him tortured by Alastor's shadow minions, and it wasn't the intimate kind. You got Alastor to let go of Angel and you healed him, but Alastor was indifferent to the scolding.

"Dear, he deserves it for attempting to sneak into your room while you're out. How rude of him."

After that, no one attempted to enter your room without permission.

If Cursed Cat Alastor was here!

Ohh~ He's your little guard cat~ No need to lock the door or whatever charms. You can rest assured that Bambi will be in your room while you're away and guarding it with his cold heart. Any that trespass will get a roll of sharp teeth into their skin. No matter the reason.

Even when you're in the hotel or in your room, Bambi's guarding it and most importantly you!

[kindfrog]

Altruist AU

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Premise: adam succeeds in killing Alastor, and dying altruistically for his friends is enough to get him into heaven, to his ever lasting horror.

Adams attack is as bright as the sun, and crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave.

“What just happened?” Blinded and disorientated, it took Alastor a moment to process the attack was over.

“Ffff-uck.” Feeling the uneven weight of his staff in his hands, he had only a split second to understand that his staff was split clean in two, before Adam came crashing into him from above.

The weight of the first man bore down on him, and the sharp edge of his guitar axe pressed deeply into Alastors chest. The force of the attack sent him flying across the roof, back slamming harshly into the stone.

Stuttering for breath that wouldn’t come, Alastor gritted his teeth to smother the scream that desperately wanted to escape. The brief moment of shock that numbed the initial pain drained away, and the sharp agony across his chest left him choking.

He could taste blood in his mouth, could feel it warm and gushing from his side. Flickering his eyes to an approaching Adam, Alastor tried to summon his powers to portal him away. It was with horror he realised they were unresponsive, leaving him at the mercy of Adam.

“Tch- not so smug now are ya bitch? Still got that rotten fucking smile stitched on though huh? I wonder what it takes to for you to finally drop it, or do I have to peel the fucking skin from your face?”

“Ha ha! what a delightful theory! I’m afraid it’s not a matter of skin and bone though.”

“The fuck? Stop speaking in riddles! You’d think dying would have you considering your last words more carefully! Not that it matters! I’m the only one who’ll hear them, and you can bet I’m going to forget them within the hour.”

At this point Alastors vision was beginning to fade in black around the edges, and he desperately tried once more to portal away. Adam lifted his blood stained guitar once more, and without further talk, swung it down heavy, back onto Alastors chest.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until finally Adam huffed a breath, gazed down at Alastors still and smiling face for a second, and lifted his guitar from the mutilated corpse with a disturbing and anti climatic squelch.

————

“…ow”

Alastor woke slowly with the phantom echos of his second death racking his body. He coughed and was surprised to no longer taste any blood, and slowly dared to open his eyes to take in the change in surroundings.

He was sprawled on his back in an undignified and uncomfortable manner across a cold white tile floor. Cautiously lifting himself on his elbows, he was surprised to note his chest was distinctly whole and …non-disfigured, given his last memories.

A quiet gasp broke the stillness of the air, and with a crack he twisted his neck to face towards the origin of the sound. A young female Angel sat at a table gazing back at him with wide eyes. Next to her a larger Angel sat, and despite their similar colourations, they could not seem more different in that moment.

Scrambling ungainly to his feet, feeling simultaneously the best he’s ever felt and like he just went through a meat grinder, Alastor let slip an abrupt curse. His limbs felt like jelly and to his horror he realised the weight on his back was two massive wings that fluttered and twitched seemingly with a mind of their own.

The larger Angel had a distinctly horrified expression on their face, in contrast to the smaller Angel who looked delighted at Alastors sudden appearance.

Well. That made one of them.

Alastor was quickly coming to recognise what the appearance of this clean white room and two Angels likely meant for him, and he was decidedly not feeling happy about it. Well, when in doubt, one can always fall back on manners.

Taking stock of his undamaged torso and carefully bringing his limbs in from his previous position, Alastor stood at full height and wished he had his staff to have something to do with his hands.

“Alastor! A pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure! Say this wouldn’t happen to be heaven now would it? Only, I was just in hell, and I rather hate to think I’ve just left in the middle of the grand finale!”

“…No. No. Absolutely not.” the larger Angel deadpanned.

“Sera! Be nice! Hi Alastor! I’m Emily! I’m so excited that you’re here! Do you know Charlie? Is she okay? Did you get killed in the extermination? What did you do to redeem yourself? How did-“ the smaller Angel, Emily, let out a stream of questions as she quickly fluttered closer that Alastor decided to interrupt before she could go any further.

“Ha ha! Quite the introduction my dear! I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to all of your questions! Why I have no idea why I would be in heaven! Last I checked redemption wasn’t a card on the table so to speak, and if it were, why I doubt having your chest caved in by the first man would win you anything! Ha ha!”

“Wait, what..? …Adam killed you?” Emily’s eyes had slowly widened as he spoke, filling with confusion and despair in equal measure. Beside her Sera looked contemplative, gaze narrowing at the mention of Adam.

Disregarding her question with a face splitting grin, Alastor finally spoke the thought he’d been thinking since he realised he was in heaven,

“Now, so sorry to disappoint, but I’d truly rather rip out my eyeballs and eat them than stay another second staring at these white walls! Do tell, how does one go about making their way back down to hell?”

[blossomthepinkbunny]

Not a lot of variety in Hazbin Hotel

Another thing I dislike about Hazbin Hotel is the genuine lack of diversity.

With a setting like Hell you have the amazing opportunity to have characters from so many different time periods interact. With different fashion, different skills, different believes or upbringings it's incredibly easy to make characters that stand apart from eachother and create conflict (atleast it should be).

But with Vivzepops disinterest in making characters that even slightly stray away from the specific way she likes to write them, a lot of them end up blending together in how they act/look. Hazbin Hotel has this pretended diversity, where it seems like the cast should vary because on the surface they are very different, but in the show they blend together. This is because Vivzepop throws around different jobs, sexualities, nationalities, goals and inspirations for her characters, but never puts in the work to make them feel like it.

Sir Pentious, Alastor and Vox are all from different times, with different occupations. Sir Pentious was an inventor in the 1880s, Alastor was a radio host from the 1930s and Vox was a TV show host from 1950 (that's the era they died in). Yet they all wear very similar suits, just colour shifted. They all have shoulder pads, the same lapels, stripes and bowties. Alastor and Vox even wear the same pants and have the same shoes (atleast in shape).

Not to mention that in almost all of the designs there's that obnoxious red colour (especially with the red-black-white combination she just loves to put on her creations).

Even characters like Vox who seem like they have different colours (for him a mostly blue colour sceme) still have red accents and only very few characters are allowed designs without any red. Which is not that great since the background is also mostly red and it just hurts to look at sometimes.

Theres also all of the "typical" Vivzepop desing traits. Mostly sharp shapes and features, very slim bodies, sharp teeth, tophats, suits etc. A lot of her characters already blend together even though it doesnt make sense for them to. Would an inventor from the 1880s really dress the same as a TV show host from the 1950s?

Here I should mention that I don't mean blend together as in being completely indistinguishable from eachother but rather having too many similarities that it doesn't make sense for them to have.

As far as personality goes I do have to say that the characters are different enough in their basic chatacterizations. Vaggie especially was mostly refreshing because she acted as a voice of reason sort of and Charlie with her often naive (but very childish) attitude also stood out. But the devil is usually in the details.

I've heard people complain countless times about how pretty much the only continuous joke the show has is a character cursing, insulting others or making a sex joke. I get that cynical characters are sort of the appeal of HH but there's also just a lack of variety there for me. This is probably just a small nitpick here and something that is already done sometimes in the show, but there are different ways a person can be insulting and mean.

Like, for Husk it makes sense to be so up-front with being rude. He's a bartender and dealing with drunk people often requires being very clear and assertive.

But why does Angel never get to do anything else then directly talking about being sexy and making fun of others in such an obvious way. I think they wanted to give the appeal of him reading someone like a drag queen would but he just makes the same observations again and again and not in really clever ways (from what I remember!).

Alastor and Vox could've also been used better in the sense that atleast from what I know people in the entertainment industry (especially ones who do interviews or that stuff) won't directly tell someone that they don't like them. It's much more common for them to bring it up in small ways, like asking a question tied to an embarrassing topic to force the person into having to talk about that stuff.

Like I said this isn't really all too important though. What makes me more annoyed is the lack of diversity when it comes to the villains and how they're treated.

To me Viv has an issue with trying for every villain to play a more goofy role even though it doesn't always fit. Of course you can have "stupid" or silly and mostly funny villains but that shouldn't be every single one. When there are multiple villains in a show what makes them interesting is often how they differ from the others in their attitude and motivation and in HH we just don't really get that.

Sir pentious is never taken seriously as a threat and is mostly treated as incompetend, (I know he gets out of being the villain rather quick but even before that) Adam is just constantly portrayed as a dumb and irrational until we are supposed to take him seriously in the end. Vox doesn't do anything in the show apart from be kinda antagonistic towards Alastor and outside of that he is mainly also presented as being a fun villain rather than an intimidating one (very prominently in the song he has with Alastor where Alastor just completely bashes him at the end). Velvette also has nothing to do. Lucifer isn't treated as an antagonist (even though he should be in my opinion) and is shown to be just a "goofy and silly little guy" ig.

And apart from Valentino's genuinely terrifing scene he has with Angel Dust in episode four, he too is shown to be whiny, obnoxious and mostly dumb in his other scenes (this isn't helped by Viv pushing the idea that the Vee's are just like fun little saturday morning cartoon villains outside of the show). I guess Alastor is different in that regard kinda.

This plus the fact that outside of the characters who are obviously villains no one is allowed to be even slightly critical of Charlies idea without being presented as totally irrational, makes for no variety when it comes to the opposition in Hazbin Hotel. It's just kinda dissapointing to me that a show with this opportunity to create different characters gets stuck in the same conflicts and ideas over and over again.

[wendigonamecaller]

Can't Forget To Love You.

Desc: Azure, Alastor’s darling wife, died tragically and suddenly one night from tuberculosis. Ever since then, Alastor had become ruthless in his killings. Finally, he meets his end and hopes the pain from losing his bird would end, only for it to hurt tenfold when he wakes up in Hell with Azure nowhere to be found. Almost a century later, his thoughts are once again captivated by her essence just as an Angel falls and decides to help Charlie out with her dream.

TW: cannon type violence, death, angst, Azure is a fallen angel, Azure is secretly unhinged, emotional Alastor, Alastor in denial, Azure doesn’t realize Alastor was her Alastor at first, Azure falls because she defends her husband against Adam and Sera. Eventual smut, cursing, both Alastor and Azure try to beat around the bush, Alastor tries to protect her by pushing her away.

Taglist: @redfoxwritesstuff

Chapter tw: smut in the beginning, human!al x human!azure smut, cursing, penetration, husband/wife dynamic, dom/sub dynamics. Angst. The comfort comes soon I promise.

MDNI!!!!!

Chapter 4: We Had Love Where It Wasn’t Supposed To Be.

A hand lightly wrapped around Azure’s petite throat and her hands just barely slipped against the wood of her husband’s desk, her hips pressed firmly into the oak as hips drilled into her from behind. “Such a good wife,” The man behind her purred into her ear, his teeth catching the cartilage and tugging as he groaned and his free hand squeezed her hip tightly.

She mewled, nails digging into the wood and leaving cute little crescent moon dents in the wood as she neared her release, the hand on her hip moving to instead circle her clit. “C’mon pretty little angel, let go, release on your husband’s cock.” The man behind her growled, and Azure whimpered as one of her hands left the desk to dig her nails into the skin of his arm.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you cher you can let go.” He groaned, hips stuttering.

He bit into her neck, and she found herself coming undone around her husband.

Azure jolted up, panting and sweating as her eyes focused on the darkness that captivated her new room. She felt her ear twitch and quickly recasted the spell for them to be hidden.

She got dressed in a lower thigh black long sleeve dress that showed off her shoulders with a brown belt securing it to her waist, finishing it off with a pair of black heels. The hind was met with Alastor in the kitchen, making coffee with the french press and she decided to simply leave the kitchen quietly so she didn’t disturb him, but didn't get far before Alastor is addressing her.

“Coffee my dear?” He asked, fixing her with those captivating red eyes.

Azure nods timidly, shyly standing in the doorway to the kitchen so as to not disrupt his personal space. Alastor chuckles before approaching her. He held his clawed hand out for her, and she hesitantly placed her much smaller hand in his before she’s pulled further into the kitchen.

“Come now dear, I don’t bite. Much.” The comment had the hind laughing, her shoulders relaxing just a little bit as she stands next to Alastor.

The coffee finishes brewing and he fixes her coffee for her, and Azure is decently surprised when it’s exactly to her liking. “Thank you.” She muttered, and the stag simply chuckled and gave her a more genuine smile in return.

“What’s up with the smile?” The ex-angel asked, her white irises taking in his yellow grin.

He chuckled again, “Why my dear, you’re never fully dressed without one.” He tells her, something akin to hope gleaming in his eyes.

She hums, a small smile of her own gracing her black painted lips. “Sounds like something my husband would say.” She commented, and something warm swirled in her gut at his hopeful look becoming more noticeable.

“What’s with the blood wings?” He asked in return.

She chuckled. “I was an Angel.” She tells him, sipping on her coffee. His eyebrows raise.

“An Angel?” He asked, seemingly more interested now.

She nodded. “I was castout.” She tells him, getting the feeling that she just might be able to trust him. Her intuition had never been wrong before.

“My, whatever for sweetheart?” He asked, the radio filter thickening for a second. In fact, she’d just noticed he even had a radio filter.

“A couple of the higher Angels were slandering my husband, and trying to embarrass me because I believe somehow, somewhere he’s still the man I married.” Her smile was sullen, but a glint of silent hope lit up her otherwise dull eyes.

“I’m sure in some ways he is.” Is all Alastor says, swallowing hard when she isn’t paying attention.

Azure’s first week went by easily, learning that there was a now bi-annual extermination however didn't leave her in a sound mind.

Was redemption really worth it if heaven was just full of self-righteous assholes that called themselves ethereal beings?

Every time she was around Alastor, the hind was filled with nostalgia, adoration, and a sense of loss. She practiced fighting techniques tirelessly with the residents, mainly Sir Pentious and Husk, Nifty would join every so often and Azure would teach her different ways to stab with a needle or small blade.

Husk was protective of Azure, that much was obvious, and Pentious seemed to think of her as family. Both sinners having protected her when Angel had been a little too brazen one time, she’d begun seeing them in the same light.

“Nif?” The hind called, and the little cyclops sinner gave her the attention she’d called for. “Does Alastor own your soul like he does Husk’s?” She asked, her black hair shimmering slightly in the overhead lights.

Nifty shook her head and climbed into the hind’s arms. “Nope, I work for him willingly.” She said, twirling a strand of Azure’s hair with childlike fascination.

Azure raised an eyebrow but let her, holding her close to her like she would a child. “Why does he own Husk’s soul?” She asked.

“Husk was an overlord, and gambled his soul.” The little sinner said, and the hind raised her eyebrows even higher.

“That’s kind of stupid to do.” The ex-angel commented, and Nifty simply shrugged before hopping out of her arms and chasing after a cockroach.

It appeared she still had a lot to learn about everything.

[alastor-simp-page]

The Soulmate Curse: Chapter 4

So to those who saw my previous post about Chapter 4 you may have a little hint about this chapter! I really appreciate all 107 people who voted! Thank you!

Charlastor strikes again! Its budding but its there! Alastor is an insistent little deer man. A bit more drama. Their little soulmate bond grows a bit. You'll see. They have no idea XD

I mean it helps them both a bit. And harms a little bit. Charlie is trying so hard to be a ray of sunshine.

There is a little more cursing than usual.

Little snippet underneath:

“So, is she skipping our trust activities again today?”

Husk let out a sigh and knocked back another bottle of whiskey, “Who fucking knows, Angel…” he mumbled. 

Angel pouted and continued scrolling on Sinsigram. All the rage was soulmates and how people were murdering their own soulmates. Charming. His mismatched eyes were cloudy with a sort of solemness as his eyes shifted to Husk. Angel ran a loving finger over their soulmate chain. So much for soulmate clicking.

“Why hello there, Husker and Angel Dust!” A blur of Alastor’s face sprouted out of nowhere right over Angel Dust.

“FUCK!” Angel screamed. His phone came crashing down on his face. “Ow…” Angel glared at the grinning Radio Demon and rubbed his wounded face. “Hey, asshole. Not cool.” 

“Hmmm…” Alastor glanced around the room seemingly ignoring Angel’s remarks. “Where’s Charlie?” he asked in a very innocent voice. 

Husk let out a laugh, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Alastor let his grin widen. Each step towards the uncaring Demon Cat made his heels click against the wood. “I’m her business partner. It's the second time she’s missed a trust activity.” A bite was in his voice.

Husk glanced warily up at the seething Radio Demon. The radio dials weren’t flickering thankfully. Without letting go of eye contact, he finished the bottle and slammed it down. “You know, you barely show up to these activities.”

Angel decided to sit up for once in his life. “Yeah…why do you now care, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Creepy?” Husk flashed the adult film star a warning glance.

Alastor spun around to face Angel, his neck craning above the adult film star. “Well…” he began, he stretched his fingernails. “If you don't stop flapping that tongue of yours, I’ll cut it out.” Alastor grinned.

Angel threw his phone to the side and stared back at the Radio Demon. He puffed out his fluffy chest, running his long fingers through his white hair and said in that iconic sultry voice of his, “Hmm…what’d you say deer daddy?” Alastor went ramrod straight. “If I don’t please you enough with my little sweet tongue, you’ll cut it out?” Husk rolled his eyes. Angel stood up slowly, inching closer and closer to the Radio Demon. He flashed his golden tooth. “Don’t worry, deer daddy, I’ll make sure it–” 

Alastor actually stumbled back a step and his eyes were wide. A deer in the headlights. Angel grinned. “That isn’t necessary, thank you,” Alastor took another step back before seating himself. Angel inched closer, waving a tantalizing finger at the Radio Demon. Alastor gritted his teeth, “One step closer and I’ll personally ensure you’re castrated for the rest of eternity.”

Angel threw up his hands, “Okay, Jesus, dude. Fine,” He plopped back on the couch. His hands covered up his crotch. The Radio Demon hummed a little tune as he twisted his hand and played with the fire in the fireplace. No one made a comment even as he made the flames stretch and thin, grow larger and smaller.

It was past 1pm when the other residents started stumbling into the main lobby. Niffty was mindlessly scurrying around taking futile stabs at nasty little insects. A few of those times, Alastor would suspend the bugs in midair and let her have at it. Vaggie came in late and brought a little book on self-defense (quite pathetic). Lucifer for a long time stayed at the top of the stairs warily staring at NIffy. Wherever she threw a glance his way, he would duck behind the banister. Alastor scoffed.

Alastor was right in the middle of sipping a lovely spearmint tea when it hit him like a thousand careening bullets. An overwhelming bubbly feeling crawled its way up his chest. A sincere smile was pulling at the corner of his lips which he immediately stifled. A floaty feeling took hold of his body, he was flying too high, he thought it was only a matter of time before he would plummet.

Good God, am I having a heart attack? No, that was impossible! Alastor was dead, very dead. What the hell was this feeling? The tea he was swallowing was working its way up his gullet. No, no, no, not here. The others hadn’t noticed, Angel was too focused on his phone, Husk on his whiskey, Lucifer on Niffty, Niffty on the bugs, Vaggie on her stupid self-help book–

There it was again. A sickening passion setting his veins on fire. His claws dug into the armrest. Ugh, God it was so horrible. This bubbly feeling. It was like something else had taken over his body, over his emotions. Something was pulling at him, seeing if it undid enough threads he would come crashing down. 

Alastor’s hand went to his chest and his other hand shakily held the mug. “HEY GUYS!” Her sweet voice rang throughout the lobby. It had been two days since he had heard her lovely, no, silence–

Everyone’s heads swiveled beside Alastor who kept his eyes trained on the fireplace. Perhaps if he lost himself in the flames enough this stupid strange emotion would burn away into the nothingness from whence it had come. To no one’s surprise, Charlie, the Princess of Hell, almost came tumbling down the steps. A stream of amateurly colored papers followed in her wake like some sort of bizarre parade. 

Alastor saw Charlie spare a glance in Vaggie’s direction. Vaggie barely looked up. His brows shot up and his heart jumped. Hm, trouble in paradise? He seriously hoped not. The last thing he wanted was Charlie turning to him to be her beloved soulmate or whatever. 

Charlie smacked her main paper on an easel set up in the lounge and stuck a thumbtack through it. “TA-DAAAA!” She kicked up one of her heels and she spread her arms. Her smile was far too blinding. These feelings intermixed with her positive demeanor was starting to become too much. Why had he come in the first place? Where had these strange foreign feelings come from anyway? Alastor didn’t dare let a grimace cross his face. 

Angel furrowed his eyes and craned his neck forward, “Uh…capture the flag?”

Husk groaned, “You gotta be fucking kidding me…”

Continue reading under here!

[sugoi-writes]

Lips of an Angel - RadioApple (Alastor x Lucifer)

Kinktober - Day XXII - Face Fuck (RadioApple)

⚠️Warnings⚠️- Choking (inflicted on self), MLM, face fuckery, mentions and imagery of tongues, sacrilegious speech, Alastor and Lucifer fucking each other with their eyes, semen landing where it shouldn't, cursing, old men bickering STILL, hickies mention, Lucifer should def have a collar and not a bowtie, Alastor uses 'cher', Alastor is greedy so most of this is from his maddening POV, and just general debauchery

A/N: Ahaha-- hah-- SORRY. IM A BUSY ENBY, HERE IS THIS. IM GONNA TRY TO POST MY MISSED PROMPT BEFORE MIDNIGHT. TLDR; Tumblr fucking ate my final draft. Haunted House life, and 3 jobs got me FUCKED. UP. Ugh. Anyways-- ENJOY. PLEASE READ MY WIVES STORIES OR ILL CUT YOU Kinktober Masterlist

@hazelfoureyes @macabr3-barbi3 @minkdelovely @synamartia @fraugwinska I missed y'all dhdhdjdjd

🔪 MDNI--ISTG🔪

"Easy, Bambi... I want to try something different," Lucifer rasped, having to practically grapple with his partner to get him to slow down. Alastor, in all of his disheveled glory, gawks at Lucifer's 'pause'. He angrily huffs, shoving his sweat-slicked hair out of his face. If he had it his way, Lucifer’s neck would be adorned with more affection, as it called it. 

"Darling, you wait until NOW to tell me?" He says through gritted teeth, though his protest soon morphs into a startled gasp. Lucifer, the sweet talker with an even sweeter touch, has an onyx hand wrapped around his shaft. The fallen angel relishes the sound Alastor chokes on, his fingertip gliding over his sensitive, weeping slit. 

"Well, aren't some of the best ideas spontaneous~?" Lucifer coos, kissing the Radio Demon on the cheek," Like the one you just jumped into?" 

It was rare to have 'contact' of this nature without some sort of build up. It usually took days of teasing, acting coy, and riling up Alastor before the buck finally chased the doe (metaphorically and literally). Admittedly, Lucifer’s libido never really slowed down post divorce, and he would do his best to acclimate to Alastor’s tendencies. But today, well... Today was much different. With a ravenous appetite after successfully thwarting a certain, pesky Tv Star... Alastor was riding more than just an ego high, to say the least. 

And so, here they were: riling each other up and chasing a blaze that had been kindled with gasoline. Alastor was heated and ready--more than ready– until this sudden change of pace. 

In some ways, it frustrated Alastor. But Lucifer was right; a song could grow stale without a tempo change or two. He's even said it himself aloud before– more than likely in front of Lucifer himself. 

Maybe a higher octave for his lover would be a pleasurable change... if the sinner were only so lucky. To make Lucifer wail his name, while practically sobbing against him– ahh, old habits never die, after all.

Alastor sighs, relaxing under Lucifer's teasing," Hah-- ahhn, fine... What do you have in mind, cher?" 

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The Radio Demon bit his lip– a nervous habit– as his manhood stood bare and proud before the ruler of Hell. All the while, the King was sprawled onto his back sensually. Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle as he shifted, allowing his head to fall over the edge of the bed. From his perspective, Alastor seemed apprehensive, the adorable flush of his weeping tip mirrored across the bridge of his nose.

"I'm failing to see where this is going..." Alastor admits," That doesn't look very comfortable," he finishes matter-of-factly, not missing the way Lucifer’s nose scrunched up in amusement.

His partner tries not to snort at his earnest remark, before opening his mouth widely. Alastor could only watch as Lucifer ran his tongue across his bottom lip invitingly, as if to suggest something. Like a deer in the headlights, Alastor froze, still not realizing what Lucifer implied.

Like a good patient in the doctor's office, he lays his tongue flat and proudly declares," Ahhhh~"

When Alastor still didn't comprehend the hint, he started firmly pointing between his face and his partner’s cock. Alastor's cheeks soon mimicked the hellscape outside, a deeper red washing over his entire face. There we go, Lucifer thought.

He smiles, brows wiggling as he waves Alastor over with two, nimble fingers.

"I promise, baby, I'll be fine... Like I said, it's something new. We don't have to, if you don't want to. But, I figured it was time to be more spontaneous~ 'like you mentioned before." 

Drat. He was right, Alastor thought. Lucifer had been taking notes.

Alastor coughs to hide his meekness, not missing the way that Lucifer's eyes darted to watch his cock kick reflexively. He can't help but bite his lip more harshly, unable to suppress his chuckle in turn. Shameless as he was, Lucifer was irrationally attractive... maybe even more so now. Despite the smaller man's nonchalant demeanor, his body... Well, his body sold a dazzling picture. 

The peak of human– err, angelic– physique. Skin that appeared to be hardened marble, but gave under the lightest tough. The elegant gradient from the iridescent white to the deepest pitch on his extremities, hand painted by the Lord above. His torso and abdominals rose and fell steadily, as a thin sheen of sweat clinged to it. Alastor glanced towards his face, a sight never meant for his sinful gaze... And yet, there he was, gazing lovingly at the smile that graces him. He marveled at the golden locks that dangled around the devil's head effortlessly. The pale, normally well-maintained hair mimicked the halo that he once lost. Even so, this couldn't hold a candle to the soft, gold and red eyes that met his own, simmering with a heat that begged him to get closer. 

Ethereal. Lucifer was absolutely ethereal. 

And here he was, about to shove his cock into that deliriously handsome face. Could he do such a thing? A vulgar, carnal act on something so purposely divine?

The angel in question knew that Alastor was bewitched; absolutely devastated by him. He's right: how could Alastor resist such curated, unashamed temptation? The devil grinned wider as his eyes lidded dangerously–he wanted to make Alastor worse. 

"Then I suppose you'd like me to take the lead? Set the tempo?" Alastor drawls, interrupting the sexually charged silence. He strides over to Lucifer slowly, as if he would change his mind and lunge away. But he never looked away, even as a single, clawed digit ran up the length of his neck. Lucifer sighed wantonly and trembled, goose flesh flaring in the claw’s wake. Perhaps Alastor wasn't the only one who was in a trance… 

Alastor could feel the sigh just below his digit, Lucifer's 'apple' bobbing in his throat in a way that tempted him to bite down.

"Yes please~" the turned angel cooed, placing a hand on both of Alastor's thighs to pull him closer. Alastor stammered as his length fell against Lucifer's cheek, the warmth welcome against his feverish prick. He rolled his eyes when a wink was thrown his way, lining himself up to the heated, damp cavern just past the devil's lips. He asked for this, Alastor thought... And weren't holy sites just itching to be desecrated? 

The moment that Alastor allowed himself to ease into Lucifer's pliant mouth, he groaned. Alastor felt a jolt travel from his core through his spine before slamming back down into his loins. A full body shudder settled over him as he gave in to the warmth that surrounded him.

Though he typically found the sensation of a blow job odd... It felt different this way. From this angle, he also made a startling discovery: he could descend MUCH deeper now. 

Alastor looked down when he heard a moan, shuddering again as he felt it pass through his cock. His own breath caught when he saw how much Lucifer began twitching beneath him, legs pressing together to seek some sort of friction. Alastor's resolve to be gentle loosened, brow setting harshly. He thrust his cock down to the hilt, listening and watching Lucifer took him eagerly. Again, Alastor found little to no resistance... What an interesting little position his love cooked up for them~ He'd have to thank him again for the marvelous idea. But now wasn't a time for words; he’d show it much more earnestly with his body. 

Alastor experimentally rolled his hips, gasping when he felt that familiar, serpentine tongue writhing about his cock. The moment it brushed the patch of sensitive flesh below his cock head, it was over. 

As if a switch was flicked, Alastor began to move, his hips settling on a steady, needy rhythm. Lucifer, receptive to the treatment, moaned around the dick in his mouth lewdly. Alastor was rewarded with two hands grasping his hips, pulling him even closer and lodging him impossibly deeper inside. Even in his predicament, Lucifer kept his hands busy, kneading what little flesh blanketed the deer demon's hips.

"G-Good Lord" Alastor groaned, a hand holding his bouncing fringe out of his face while the other braced against Lucifer's shoulder. The ripple that traveled through Lucifer's cheeks with every impact made him lose his train of thought, his mouth gaping and shutting. Like a fish out of water, he was practically gasping for air. And soon enough, Alastor's mouth could only hang open, completely in awe at the sensations and sights below him.

" H-How... Hells, how are you-- so?? So-- Haaah!" Alastor’s mind became soft and plush, like the sheets that decorated his King's bed. He sighed when he felt Lucifer smiling and hallowing his cheeks, deepening the suction of his maw. Much to his own delight, Alastor's back arched, the change doing wonders to his flushed, aching member.

The Radio Demon cursed lowly, biting his bottom lip as his hips met Lucifer's face harshly. He was completely enthralled, watching the way his cock kicked and bobbed in Lucifer's throat with every pass. His member was going well past the point that any mortal could handle-- not that the size of his prick was helping with that, either… This marvel had soon become his obsession; he needed, no– he demanded more.

He felt himself growing hotter all over, the temptation to wrap his hands around Lucifer’s throat and squeeze driving him mad. Lucifer would look quite nice with a collar around his neck too, wouldn't he... Imagining it straining around his neck as his cock plunged deeper and deeper made Alastor keen in a shrill, helpless tone. A mental note for another time, for another heated encounter...

As if reading his mind, Lucifer snaked a hand up to his own throat, hand splayed across it provocatively. Touch me, grasp me, it almost screamed... God be damned. Alastor felt like he was already in the warm embrace of Heaven. 

The sinner's eyes fluttered for a moment, imagining the drool and spend already dripping out of the Morningstar's mouth, running up and into his closed eyes and along his forehead. The imagery alone made him moan again, nearly stumbling forward as he felt pressure increasing around his cock. 

In a feat he didn't believe possible, Lucifer had started to squeeze his own throat. He decidedly made the descent of his cock even tighter– a feat that had Alastor whining. Alastor felt his manhood flinch, his balls tightening and drawing up– he was on the brink of going absolutely feral. 

Lucifer's name was forced through Alastor's swollen lips, a fang soon puncturing the plush flesh and drawing the first rivulets of blood that night. The metallic taste could only sate him so much as his hips became erratic.

"Fuck, close... Lucifer, I'm– Ahh, take it… Pl-Please, take it!!!" 

Alastor held onto Lucifer by his hair, tugging harshly as his hips snapped against him urgently. A needy moan matched the whine vibrating through his cock, sending Alastor's eyes rolling back. Lucifer was ready, more than ready to make Alastor cum. 

It wouldn't take much more, energetic, uneven thrusts overwhelming the both of them. The nimble, wriggling tongue lapping at Alastor's tip is what finally made him spill his long awaited seed.

"Haaah, ahnn! Cumming! Cumming, Lucif-ahhhn!!! Fuck!” 

Alastor hardly registered the gag from below, mind lost in the haze of his climax. His antlers splintered and expanded as he growled, head thrown back in complete, blinding rapture. Bliss and carnal desire rose over everything else, his mind filled only with thoughts of staying in the warm heat as long as he could. 

Then: two harsh smacks to the Radio Demon's ass brought him back to reality, his red and white tail flagging upward. A warning of danger; danger he's causing to his lover. 

"Ohh, shit– of course–" 

Despite the demands of his cock, Alastor pulled out swiftly, allowing Luci to breathe. His hand replaced Lucifer's parted lips as he rode the rest of his high, trying and failing to catch his breath. Alastor watched as the last few ropes of semen landed on Lucifer's face: one against his chin, the other just across one of his eyes. Alastor was quick to wipe away the mess with his thumb, an apologetic laugh bubbling in his chest. 

"Apologies, sorry... That was--" 

"Fantastic~" Lucifer said in a sing-song cadence, looking up to the Radio Demon with glossy, wide eyes. Even with a neglected, ruined voice, Lucifer's excitement could hardly be missed. 

"Now that was fun~" Lucifer rolled onto his stomach, lolling his head to and fro until he felt the muscles in his neck relax. This distraction worked perfectly for Alastor, who rounded the bed until he was at foot of it. 

"Fun~?" Alastor chimed, a dark chuckle filling the room with a familiar static and a wanton promise. Though based on the tone, Lucifer assumed it was more of a threat.

"Oh dear, did you think we were done? I haven't forgotten about you... And in turn, I plan to make you see stars–" Alastor admonishes, a cool pair of tendrils snaking up Lucifer's thighs. The devil trembles beneath their touch, his pleased sigh suddenly turning into a squawk as his erection was cupped hastily.

"Ahh–! Well, I guess I did make you s-sahhh~ s-see stars just now, hah~?” The tender touch grew keener as the tendrils danced about his body, making Lucifer shiver,” Mmm…It would be nice to see stars in tURN--?" 

Lucifer is thrown onto his back, righted on the bed as his head lands in the embrace of too-many pillows. Bewildered and horny, Lucifer marvels at the sight of Alastor's enlarged frame crawling up his bed, head lowering between his shaking legs. 

"O-Oh fuck– haha, eager to please, Bambi?" 

Lucifer's smirk suddenly melts into a surprised 'o', Alastor's tongue running up the length of his twitching member in a heated, passionate line. Solid, dark scleras gaze back up at him, unending and vast as Limbo itself. Lucifer had only realized how long and filthy his night would be when a pair of radio dials flickered back at him. 

"Revenge, more like~ For not letting me have a taste sooner... But I'm sure you'll be more than 'pleased' when I'm done with you.”

Lucifer swallowed hard, but couldn't help the shrill shout as Alastor wrapped his tongue around him, coddling and caressing his cock. He let his head fall back, a sarcastic comment melting away as he allowed Alastor to take the lead once more.