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zzzykiek · 8 months ago

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Play it Sweet

2PAlastor x Diabetc human Fem!reader

This chapter dives into the NSFW zone at the end so Minors DNI you've been warned.

CW: toxic work environment, creepy boss, anxiety, p in v sex, cunnilingus (just a smidge).

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2P Alastor credit - https://anic-mj.tumblr.com/post/627521842542936064/2palastorblueberry/amp

Chapter 3 —-- In Control

His tears are pouring over your shoulder. “Al?” You gently rub his back. He reaches into his pocket and procures another yellow pill. (Are these anti anxiety meds?) He steps back and throws the pill down his throat. He takes a deep breath and you gently swipe a tissue over his cheeks.

“Th-th-thank you. I k-k-kept up the act a bit longer than p-p-planned.”

“Well you did a fantastic job!” Your turn to plant a kiss on him though you have to half-jump to reach. The smile it brings from him is so adorable you can actually feel your eyes dilate. “How can a demon be so adorable…” you definitely didn't mean to say that out loud but there it came, out with your breath. Before you could process anything from that blunder you’re in Al’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, as his forehead sits against yours blue bangs tickling your temples.

“I’m a-d-d-dorable huh?” He laughs and twirls you around. (Holy cow, he is strong!) “We should head out, my sunshine.” His voice purrs that new nickname and you melt into an embrace as he lets you slide down his frame to be standing on the floor. You look at him and giggle, both of you have the goofiest looks on your faces. His smile grows suddenly “Oh! and don't think I missed you mentioning having a recording studio. This I must see!”

“Well then let's go. I seem to remember you mentioning some blueberry pancakes.”

“Th-that I did!”

You lead him out to your car and cringe at the state of it. Random books, games, and antiques you had planned to restore. “Sorry, I wasn't planning on hosting a guest… I promise my place is clean.” You hear the door and see Al plop into the passenger seat with bright eyes turning over an old radio in his hands. (He likes radios? His voice did sound like one at first.) You hop in and start up the car before acknowledging his interest.

“I rescued that beauty from an old thrift store. Poor thing needs some TLC. Sadly when I got it Boss decided to add work hours with my promotion, so it got stuck in limbo…”

“TLC?”

“Oh, it stands for Tender, Love, and Care. I restore antique things I like. If you like that you are going to love the ones in my studio.”

“You’re perfect.” Now it was his turn to accidently slip a thought out with his breath. You both chuckle and the remainder of the car ride goes by in a wave of blushes, glances, giggles. You finally reach your little cottage and Al follows you inside, still clutching the radio. You do a little spin in the living room of your small abode.

“Here we are! I gave up having a typical bedroom so I could bring my studio to life….” You say glancing at the haphazardly made futon around the corner. “...but this is what you wanted to see!” You throw a door open and let the back lights illuminate the perfect merriment of restored and new recording technology creating an impressive switchboard. Bookcases filled with restored radios, cameras, and phones. Al’s eyes are wide and with a flash of green light he returns to the blue deer figure you met hiding under a table. You lean against the switchboard and flick a switch bringing the tape reels and record player to life.

“So did you know I liked radio, or is that also your thing? Judging from your reaction I'd say you have a thing for broadcasting too.”

“Y-y-yes my sunshine, I am known as The….” He summons a blue cane with a microphone atop it and twirls it with a flourish and finishes it with a bow. “The Radio Demon.”

“Well Mr. Radio Demon, can I assume you dance?” You flick a switch and the room fills with your favorite electro swing mix.

Al tightens his grip on the microphone, then it disappears as he offers his hand to you. You accept and are immediately pulled into the best dance of your life. (Not that you had many other dances under your belt, and definitely the only one who could actually dance to your music.) All timid nature is gone as Al spins you around, leading you in perfect time to the music, and even lifts you above his head.

You’re nose to nose as the song ends, both of you breathing heavily, and in the same heartbeat, his hand is behind your head and your fingers are gripping his collar while your lips explore his. (How do our lips fit so perfectly together…?) You sigh into the feeling and he mewls in response gently flicking his tongue against your lower lip. You allow access and he gently moans at the feeling of the deeper kiss. He is holding onto you so tight, like you would run away if he let go. You let your hands explore his hair, confirming your suspicions of his ears being sensitive as he melts onto his knees at the first light touch. He breaks away the kiss and looks slightly sad for a moment as he gently unzippers your dress. You laugh remembering that for some reason you chose blue undergarments that day. (I guess that was fate.) His eyes glow as he admires this little surprise. Quickly fumbling with the buttons on his coat, starting to shake again.

“No-no-no, I need to be in control for this…. First t-t-time, I don't want to scare you off.”

He goes to grab another yellow pill and you catch his hand gently.

“What if I don't want you in control?” You look him in the eyes.

“P-p-please, I want to b-b-be.”

The look he gives you tells you how important it is to him so you let him down the pill and help undo his buttons while he takes a deep breath. You make it through all the buttons (Three layers is a lot of fucking buttons.), and pull his upper vestments off. As you touch his chest you're surprised to feel soft fur, as pale as his skin. You run your fingers through it letting out a deep contented sigh. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. Grabbing your wrist, he begins planting small kisses along your arm until he reaches your lips again where he dives back in. His kisses are desperate and sloppy, gently suckling your lip as he backs off just long enough for a breath. He begins rutting his hips and soft moans escape him each time he makes contact against you. His sounds alone send a surge of warm arousal straight to your core, only to be combated by the tingle of his clothed erection hitting your clit, making it your turn to moan.

You gently push him up as you fuss with his belt and pants, letting them drop revealing more soft almost white fur and the slightly darker toned skin surrounding his cock. (Oh shit is that going to fit…?)

“I p-p-promise to be gentle.” (Ok can he read my mind? I am starting to wonder now.)

He kisses you again with a bright red flush on his pale cheeks. You feel him position himself and slide his tip up along your slit, moaning at how slick you are. (Holy shit, I've never been this turned on by anyone before.)

“Y-y-ou really want me?” He breathes the question in between kisses. All you can do is nod, so kiss drunk at this point that you knew he could get anything out of you he wanted. (I guess I gave him everything already though huh…?) You feel pressure at your entrance as he gently begins pushing in. You whimper at the sensation. (Fuck it's been way to long, and he is so big!) You hiss in a breath and his kisses become lighter as he coos reassurance between each one. Running a hand through your hair, he murmurs, “It’s okay,” and, “I got you,” followed by, “Hold on to me.”

When he says that, you let your hands fall to his arms and squeeze, digging your nails into biceps. He groans in pleasure as his pelvis presses flush against you. (Was that from my nails or him bottoming out?) His breath becomes deep and animalistic with tiny sounds of pleasure escaping as he gently pulls back.

“I'll mold you to me.” His voice is still soft, but there's a spice to it, and you feel static dance on your skin. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and you loosen your grip on his arms to entangle your fingers in his hair as he carefully pushes all the way back inside. Your eyes go wide as he hits a spot you never experienced before. (Now I understand the whole seeing stars thing.)

“Al,” his name tumbles from you as he picks up his pace.

A soft yet guttural moan escapes him with every thrust, contrasting your uncontrollable squeaks as he hits that spot over and over, never letting you get a full scream of pleasure out before he is hitting it again. Your eyes go wide as he places his forehead against yours. You’re so close and as he looks into your eyes you realize so is he.

“Cum with me, my sunshine.” He purrs, locking your lips together again as your mind goes blank with pleasure. Every muscle in your body pulses almost in time with his. You can feel, as he slows his motions, the warmth left behind from his own orgasm, with no way to tell what of the mess now coating your thighs is from him and what was from you.

Before you even recover, he dips his head down between your legs. He begins licking up the mess running down your swollen pussy. This elicits a gasp from you and an animalistic moan from him as he greedily takes in all the juices he can get to, going so far as to use his finger to get more from inside your overly sensitive hole.

Your brain and body come down from their high enough for you to form a few thoughts. (I just fucked a literal demon…. That's new…. I am totally fucked.) You can’t help but giggle at your own ideas. Your movement breaks Al from his dessert between your legs. He wipes his mouth quickly as he pulls you up into an embrace, both of you kneeling on the floor in the middle of your studio. “Are you o-o-k?” He asks then. “D-d-did I hurt you?”

You snuggle into the soft fur of his chest. “No Al, not at all.” You feel him relax and hold you closer to him. (Drowning in soft fur isn't a bad way to go right?)

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur of kisses, cuddles, and conversation. His cute little stutter comes and goes as he talks. You spend hours talking to Al about radios, music, your broadcasts, books… you've never been able to speak this easily with someone. Eventually everyone gets bored or annoyed, but not Al; he is fully engaged and just as excited as you. The more excited he is, the less he stutters. He even shares some first-hand things about some of your restored items you could have never discovered on your own. Eventually (Way too late for a work night.), you fall asleep on his heavenly soft chest.

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fluffyanon · 1 year ago

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Evening Walk

A/N - Some of these Hazbin fics are from my Wattpad. Though some things may have been added or removed since these are fairly old.

Established relationship, 2p!Alastor x Reader, Fem!reader

Synopsis: After your body refused to fall asleep, you get up and take a late night stroll in the park where you find 2p!Alastor being harassed by a fellow sinner.

You had a long day, and you were ready for bed. But apparently your body wasn't, it didn't want to relax enough for you to fall asleep. You were tossing and turning on your bed for hours.

Finally giving up after a while, you sat up on your bed and heaved a sigh, looking out in the dimly lit room, the only light source being the window above your bed. It was quiet, the dark red tint of the sky colored the drapes on your window.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you put on a pair of pants and a baggy hoodie, not caring much of your appearance outside at this hour. You headed out of your hotel room, while slipping on some shoes.

When you made it to the lobby, it was dark, besides the dim light shining through the windows leaving spotlights on the floor. You heard a bit of snoring in the direction of the small living room. Assuming that Husk fell asleep on the couch again, you tip-toed out of the hotel.

The cool air greeted you kindly and you sighed, enjoying the feeling. The cool midnight air was a nice feeling compared to how stuffy the hotel can be sometimes.

You decided to make your way to a nearby park, no one really goes to it this late at night, so you shouldn't be bothered too much while you try to relax. Sometimes you were grateful about the placement of the Hazbin Hotel, everything seemed to be a walking distance away if you just want necessities or a simple stroll.

As you were walking on the dirty path through the park, you started hearing some voices in the distance. When you got closer, it sounded like someone was arguing. You didn't pay any mind to it, until you heard a familiar voice.

"I-I'm s-sorry sir, I didn't mean to get in your way..." It was Al. And he looked terrified of the angry demon in front of him, who continued to yell at the poor deer.

"Didn't mean too? Yous bumped inta' me!" The angry one was short and kind of round. He looked like a failed mob boss with the outfit he was wearing. It looked worn and unkempt. And his failed Boston accent didn't help, Angel would have a blast making fun of him.

"What's happening?" You approached the two, getting ready to defend Al. The situation was probably a misunderstanding, knowing how Al can be. But this demon didn't care. He up at you, his face was turning red with anger. It almost got you to laugh in his face. He looked like a red pig.

"This blue twig walked inta' me while I was takin' a stroll! Can ya' believes it?" The fat sinner said. He looked smug, like he just won. And quite frankly, that pissed you off a bit.

You tapped your finger on your cheek, pretending that you were in thought. Al looked at you worriedly, like you were going to be on the strangers side.

"I can believe it, he's a klutz, and this is hell. Which means I can deck you in the face, or just push you over and watch you roll like a pig to get back up. Which do ya want?" You said while crossing your arms and giving him a toothy grin.

His face got even redder and he started spouting profanities and you laughed as he walked away. Al attempted to laugh with you but it sounded more awkward and nervous. He was just relieved that you arrived.

Al walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a hug as he nuzzled his face in your neck. You reached up and softly pet his hair. He relaxed a bit, sighing.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, pulling away slightly so you could see his face. His ears were leaning back and tears threaten to spill from his big eyes. Taking the cuff of your sleeve, you wiped the tears away and smiled at him. He sniffed slightly and gave the smallest smile and nodded, leaning against your hand

"I-I'll be fine, thank you for helping me..." He softly said before hugging you. You hugged back and reassured him that whenever he needs help, just call you. He nodded and apologized again.

"Let's go back to the hotel, shall we?" You said, looking at his pouty face. You were getting tired now, and wouldn't mind some cuddles with your favorite deer.

He nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a great idea." Truthfully, he just wanted to be alone with you, away from everyone else. He held your hand as you both walked back to the hotel, mostly in comfortable silence.

Once you both got back to your hotel room, the rest of the night was spent cuddled up together, reassuring him that everything was okay before drifting off to sleep with him wrapped in your arms.

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