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Just a lil bite 😋

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NSFW Quip below the cut

Alastor x FReader

Cw: p in V sex, rut, knotting.

Alastor pounding away at your pussy as you cling to his enlarged antlers, his teeth grazing your shoulder as you moan, his eyes never leaving you.

Alastor rears back to fuck into your well used pussy vigorously, watching his cock getting swallowed by your cunt with greedy eyes, his little tail wagging non stop.

Alastor's panting and growling increasing as your hands scramble for purchase anywhere as you tighten around him.

Alastor: "Cum."

As though Alastor's word is directly attached to your cunt it obeys his command instantly and you cry out harder as you feel his knot expanding and locking you together.

The hot spurts of Alastor's seed making you moan and spasm again in a smaller orgasm as his thumb rubs your clit to prolong the bliss.

When you come to your senses again Alastor is nuzzling your neck, licking at the abused bitten flesh.

He sees your eyes focusing and kisses you again, his hand resting on your mound, cock fucking his cum further inside you as he lazily thrusts.

Alastor: "This is mine... And so are you."

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Thinking about human Alastor sitting his glasses on your head..

It was the early hours of the morning when he walked through the door covered in blood. Another successful night of hunting. You rush out of your shared bedroom hearing the door slam shut only to find your dear husband.

He walks to the bathroom you follow quickly behind. He is leaning against the sink, resting his face in his palms, glasses pushed up on top of his head as he lets out a sigh. You slowly walk over to him. “Al.. everything alright?” You sweetly ask. He looks up at you from his crouched position, smiling.

He stands to his full height smiling down at you. You walk over to the tub to run him a bath. As you walk back over to your husband he removes his glasses from his head and sits them on top of yours as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

You help him undress and into the water, crouching down on your knees as you start to wash his hair. His eyes close as he relaxes to your touch. He lets a moan slip past his lips at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

You finish cleaning him and sit in a comfortable silence until his water has run cold. Al drains the tub and grabs a towel as you walk back over to the silk taking his glasses off your head and cleaning them of the blood splatter.

You place his glasses back on your head as you turn to find your husband in nothing but a towel, water dripping down his chest and hair hanging in his eyes.

He slowly walks over to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he picks up his glasses, placing them back on his face. He kisses your cheek.

“Thank you” he whispers against your lips as he comes close for another kiss.

“What for?” You ask giggling as he rubs his lips against yours not yet kissing you.

“For loving me”

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AAAAAAHHHH 😫😫

"What you long the most is what you can't have."

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When Alastor Has A Favorite

Alastor: "I've only known Y/n a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself."

Everyone: "......"

Rosie: "Very violent eulogy, I like it."

Y/n: “Bloop, bloop, bloop!” *messing with Alastor’s ears*

Alastor: *just letting it happen*

Vaggie: “…Y/n.”

Y/n: “What?” *stops*

Vaggie: “That is a predator…”

Y/n: “He’s not a predator!”

Vaggie: “What are you even…?”

Y/n: “We’re blooping!” *Continues* “Bloop, bloop, bloop!”

Alastor: *still letting it happen*

Y/n: "If I run and leap at Alastor, he would most certainly catch me in his arms." *takes a running start* "Coming in!!!"

Alastor: "No, I'm holding coffee!!!"

Y/n: *jumps at him*

Alastor: *drops the coffee and catches them anyway* "......."

Alastor: *very angry* "Just shut up!!!!"

Hazbin Crew: "......."

Alastor: *inhales* "I am going to kill the next person I fucking see, I swear to god!"

Y/n: *walks in* "Hello! Hi! I'm so happy to see you!"

Alastor: "Heeeeey..."

Hazbin Crew: *laughing*

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Aromantic Love rant

To say Aro’s can’t have meaningful loving relationships is such an ass opinion. Is my love for my partner “lacking” aspects others feel? Yeah. Absolutely. I understand now people have another level to their love I’ve never experienced and aspects of which make me wildly uncomfortable. But do I love my darling to the full extent of what that word means for me? One hundred percent.

I don’t know what “romance” is for Allos, and yes my attempts at “romance” and intimacy are akin to a crow mimicking human speech (I just want to convey myself in a way you understand and appreciate), but if you think I can’t love then your understanding of aromanticism is 1) narrow and 2) giving middle school “I’m so edgy” vibes.

It’s a different form of love (and it’s the same for friends and partners alike, maybe a new word should exist entirely) and some can find this love lacking, but when it’s all you’ve ever known and all you’ve ever needed, it feels just as grande and valuable as anyone else’s.

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(Part 1) Not in the mood

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NSFW

I just need a Human!Alastor while he's still full of adrenaline after he killed someone...

His actions are frantic, desperate, and frankly, a bit disoriented. The way he's fumbling with his belt, trying to unbuckle it as fast as he can and failing multiple times, cursing quietly when suddenly you hear a tear, but you can't tell exactly what it was due to the darkness of the night. Yeah, he's taking you right there against the wall of some random building. Mhm.

Finally, his pants slid down just so he could fish his cock out and your panties only pushed aside, he's pinning the front of your body against the wall with his own, his face buried in the back of your neck as he inhales your scent, and he pushes in. The loud groan of relief that escaped him sounded so heavenly you almost came right then and there.

He's weak in the knees, his forearm lifting up to rest against the wall above you to support him, one hand on your hip, and he's thrusting in and out of you, fast. His nose is buried in your hair and his breathing hitching in rhythm with every snap of his hips against yours.

And then suddenly the streetlights turn on, and he notices blood smeared off him onto you, he cums right then <3

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Alastor: -Leaning over the back of Reader's chair, inching into their space until they snap their book closed- "You know, if I had a penny for every time I thought of you, I’d be the richest man in Hell." Reader: "Is that so?" Alastor: "So, how about a little wager? What’s your favorite flavor of chaos?" Reader: "I’m not sure if I’m ready for your brand of craziness." Alastor: "Oh, darling, consider it a dance! Just a little twirl in the flames of flirtation. Besides, who could resist a little spark?" Reader: "I might just get burned." Alastor: "Then let’s set the world ablaze together, my sweet inferno!"

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He may be a fan kid but I love him 🫶🏻

Hey hey hey! So I have a question, why does Alfie want to have intimate sessions with guests? And for someone that looks hella cute, why is he a slut?

Omg this ask lollllll. Ha, well I am having fun thinking of lore for Alfie, so thank you for your question!

Alfie is a loverboy ❤️. It’s a lovely pastime for him and he likes to connect with people.

So in this context (I guess this is the Alfie AU? Hahaha) the hotel is filled with “more sinners than you can dream”. And the reason Alfie’s partners end up being hotel guests is because he’s simply restricted to the hotel (he has had a horrible record of causing destruction when unsupervised).

He’s not trapped per se, but he agrees with his family that he can’t handle going out on his own (he lacks impulse control).

His “Casanova” habits with the hotel guests can cause issues of heartbreak and fighting, so it can be a very frustrating obstacle from the redemption exercises. Hence, his family’s frustrations with his pursuit of his desires.

As for that last question; cute people can’t be sluts!?!? 😭💔 also this is a slut-positive blog ♥️ I don’t consider one’s engagement (or lack of engagement) in sex or number of sexual partners related to their moral standing or personality 👍

The issue with how he treats his lovers though, is the lack of proper communication and management of expectations 😂 He’s a sweet young man, but he needs to work on his empathy with his lovers’ hearts. He sincerely falls in love fast, but he falls out of it JUST AS QUICKLY.

Alfie is morally gray because he doesn’t really understand the difference between right and wrong. It has to be spelled out for him 😅 But he usually does the right thing because his big sister has been a guiding light.

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Happy birthday dear!! Hope you’ve had a nice day so far. And thank you for giving us a lovely gift for your day. ☺️🫶🏻

Birthday present - Alastor x fem!reader

Hello! It's my birthday today, and I wanted to share something sweet and on-theme. Just a heads-up, I’ve just finished writing it, so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

Words: ~2100 TW: mostly none, just some light swearing and some light mentions of sex.

It wasn't usual for Alastor to forget important things. Important dates, appointments, details... They all had their special place in his head. In fact, his attention to detail was one of the things you admired most about him.

It struck you as odd when you woke up alone in the morning, the bedsheets on his side of the bed cold and undisturbed, a sign that he didn't bother to sleep last night.

You got out of bed, dragging your body across the room, to your bathroom. Your eyes fell on your reflection, taking in the faint bruises on your neck that Alastor loved to see - a simple, yet powerful reminder to anyone who would even think about approaching you that they should reconsider such a reckless act.

You wore a nice red gown, thinking that maybe it would make him consider giving you a smal, special present... if he would've bothered to come to bed at all.

But you shrugged it off, knowing who you were dealing with and that his unpredictable behavior shouldn't bother you at this point.

You got dressed as you usually did - sliding into your clothes as your mind still wandered. Maybe he forgot... Maybe you weren't as important to him as you thought.

You shook off the feeling that came over you, deciding you would not let him destroy today. So, you made your way to the hotel lobby, ready to do anything, anything to take your mind off it.

A slight sense of anxiety came over you as you made your way there, but a sudden pressure on your leg stopped you in your tracks.

Niffty held tightly on your ankle, rubbing her face on your soft skin. You chuckled as you crouched down to her level. "Well, good morning to you too, Niff."

She grins and looks up at you with big eyes and a giddy smile. "Happy birthday!!!" she shouted happily, holding a necklace made of dead roaches and a few flowers. Your skin crawled a little at the sight, but you couldn't help but feel touched by her gesture.

"Aw, Niff! This is so... endearing!" you said as you watched her smile grow. "I love it!"

Her eyes sparkled, shining brighter than you'd ever seen before as she bounced up and down with excitement. "I got it just for you! And it's made from the finest roaches in all of Hell! And I even added some pretty flowers to make it all pretty!"

"It's wonderful, Niff. Thank you!" she put it around your neck, hugging you tightly.

"You're welcome, silly! I knew you'd love it! You love bugs just as much as I do!" She pulls away slightly and grabs both of your hands, swinging them back and forth like a child. You laugh awkwardly at her statement, not really knowing something farther from the truth, but you go along with it. You get up, and she follows you to the others.

Angel Dust walked into the lobby right as Nifty was giving you the roach necklace, giggling a little as his lips curled into a smile. "Wow, that's a mighty nice gift Nift. Really makes ya' sparkle," he chuckles, leaning against the wall casually. "Hey, today's your birthday, ain't it?"

"It is, yes," you said happily as he made his way to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Happy birthday, babe." He held you like that for a few moments before pulling back slightly, a sly smirk returning to his face. "I have just the perfect gift for you," he said as he handed you a bag. You looked inside, your face suddenly blushing as you saw what it was.

"Angie!" you said smiling, your cheeks burning.

"Don't mention it, toots! Given how low Smiley's libido is, you might enjoy it!" he smirked, winking at you, earning a laugh out of you.

"It's ya birthday, kid?" you heard Husker ask, a small smile on his lips. "Here ya go then!" he said, handing you a bottle of booze as a gift, which you gladly accepted. "One of the finest you can find in this shithole."

"Aw, thank you, Husk!"

Pentious slithered into the lobby, his eyes roaming the room until they fell on you. A frown of confusion etched across his long face. Everyone was giving you gifts, and yet he had forgotten your special day. How uncharacteristic of him to forget.

He approached you, holding out a bouquet of flowers he probably snatched from one of the vases. A pang of embarrassment tugged at him as he watched the others congratulate you and give you gifts. Pentious cursed himself for letting such a detail slip past his usually sharp memory.

"Happy birthday, miss (Y/n)... I am so sorry but I truly forgot about your special day..."

Your smile softened at his words as you accepted the flowers. "They're beautiful, Pentious. Thank you!" you said, softly placing a hand on his shoulder.

Pentious's frown lessened ever so slightly at your kind words, a small sense of relief washing over him. You didn't seem angry or upset that he had forgotten your special day. He coiled slightly, seeming to relax as your touch soothed his initial tension. "I'm glad you like them, dear," he replied with a touch of embarrassment. "I know it's no excuse—but I truly didn't mean to forget." Suddenly, a determined look appeared on his face. "I will create the greatest invention for you, miss (Y/n)!" you chuckle at his words.

"Can't wait to see it!" you smile, as your eyes scan the room. "Where are the others?"

"Charlie and Vagina are solving some Heaven-related business. They might be out the whole day." Angel explained, but even as he spoke, your mind wandered to someone else—someone you were hoping would be here.

"And... Alastor?"

They exchanged looks, but Angel decided to speak. "We don't really know, toots..." he said, feeling a bit sad for you. "But hey, let's not let smiley bring ya down now!" he said wrapping an arm around you.

You looked at them as you realised they were right. It was your birthday and you really had some great people to spend it with, so there was no need to feel sad.

"Angel, call Cherri! We're gonna have some fun!" you announced, as everyone in the room lit up.

Angel, feeling your excitement, grins widely. "That's the spirit! We're gonna hit the club and get fuckin' wasted! Let's get this thing started!" He looks down at you, analyzing you for a moment. "But first, let's find you something that shows more of your tits, babe."

He took your hand, making his way towards your room as everyone began to prepare. Excitement filled you up with every step, the worries that flooded your mind just mere moments ago slowly disappearing.

This was supposed to be your day, after all.

You made your way to your room, stumbling a bit as you still laughed at a joke someone at the club said three hours ago. You were careful with how much you drank, feeling a bit responsible for everyone else, but you couldn't help but feel a bit tipsy too.

Your hand fell on the doorknob and as you opened, jazz music echoed in your ears as your eyes opened wide, your gaze meeting Alastor's. He stood in his armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Normally, the sight of him like this, his coat thrown gracefully on a chair and his appearance slightly dishevelled would've made your mouth water. But today, you couldn't help but feel a bit mad at him.

He got up, slowly making his way to you as you closed the door behind. His expression became somewhat more clear in the dim light. You expected him to be angry, given how late it was. But... he felt somewhat relieved.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as his hand clawed at the thin straps of your dress, tugging it slightly. You knew he wasn't really a fan of you going out like this, but his face remained the same.

"I see you had some fun, my dear," he said, his voice calm and suave, making you relax a bit. His eyes fell on your cleavage, frowning a little at how much it showed. He let out a hum as his eyes fell on the bruises on our neck, his claw dragging across them gently, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I went out with the others," you said, not giving any more details, but given the smell of alcohol and smoke that came from you, it wasn't hard to guess.

He sighed, his eyes finally meeting yours, his claw gently caressing your neck, your heart skipping a beat at the gesture. "I can see that, my love..."

"How was your day?" you replied, a hint of annoyance in your voice. He chuckled, knowing exactly where you're going with it. You expected him to be mad, to act like he was the victim because he had to wait for you to return.

But what you didn't expect was his arms wrapping around you, gently pulling you to his chest. "I don't want you to believe I forgot, my dearest..." he whispered, his hand running through your hair ever so carefully as if you were a porcelain doll, ready to break at the slightest pressure. He pulled away a bit, looking down at you. "Our lovely princess decided today was the best day to give me a ton of chores to do..." he said and you could feel the frustration in his voice.

His grip on you tightened a bit, his smile becoming strained. "She said we'll make it up to you tomorrow, but you have no idea how much it annoys me that I had to spend this day away from you, my love...."

His face softened again as he crouched a bit, resting his forehead against yours. The touch of his hands sent shivers down your spine, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered. The room felt warm and intimate with him so close to you, and you found yourself unable to stay mad at him. His words washed over you, melting away your annoyance and replacing it with a sense of understanding.

"You should've told me..." you said softly, your voice laced with affection. But you couldn't help the warmth spreading in your chest. He was here now, and that's what mattered. You reached up to gently touch his face, bringing a small smile to his lips. He took the opportunity to place a kiss on your hand, his eyes still locked on yours.

"I thought I could make it back in time, but some demons I had to deal with did not... cooperate." he sighed, giving your hand a little squeeze. "But I still got something for you."

You watched as he made his way to the closet and your face lit up as he pulled out a beautiful black dress.

"Alastor, I-" you tried to say, but you were completely taken aback by the gesture.

"You like it? I came up with a design and Rosie helped me make it," he said, a hint of pride on his face, as he looked back at you. "Of course, it is not as... revealing as the one surely our effeminate fellow chose..."

"No, I-... I love it," you said and with a snap of his fingers, the dress replaced the one you were wearing, gracefully falling onto your body. The dress hugged your curves perfectly, and you couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked. Alastor’s eyes lingered on you, his smile widening in clear satisfaction with his choice.

"You look beautiful, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with affection. He walked closer to you again, his hands running over the fabric of the dress, feeling the silky material under his touch.

You smiled up at him, wrapping your hands around his neck. "Thank you, Alastor..."

His hands fell on your waist, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulled you closer to him. His smile widened at the feeling of your body against his, his touch soft and intimate as he rested his forehead against yours once more.

"Anything for you, my love," he whispered, his voice low and tender. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, his lips leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your skin.

You stood like this for what felt like hours, slowly moving as jazz music delighted your ears. It wasn't usual for Alastor to forget important things. Important dates, appointments, details... They all had their special place in his head.

And you sure were someone very special to him.

Tags: @ratsematary @littlebluefishtail @n0tmentallystable

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(Part 1) Not in the mood

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REMENANT au

Dancing with his partner

[the taxidermy workshop bg]

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I think we would all be crazy if we didn’t run after him after that little stunt 🥵🥵

NSFW slightly smutty quip below the cut. MDNI Alastor x Reader

You: "Is that... A tail?"

You ask in delight as you had been caressing Alastor's back as you'd both kissed and found a fluffy tuft and bulge around the back.

Alastors face goes a little red and for once is rather speechless.

You: "Can I see it?"

At your utter glee and enthusiasm Alastor becomes less tense and his smile softens.

Alastor: "Of course Darling, anything... For you."

Your smile is radiant as Alastor pulls off his jacket and holds it over his arms as he takes a breath and turns.

You almost clap in delight at the sight of the top of his tail, the red and black tufted tip poking out the top of his trousers.

You: "Wait you tuck it in your waistband?" You ask in confusion.

Alastor: "I certainly do, it hides it better."

You pull the back of Alastor's trousers down past his tail and you look at the divot from where it had been pressed tight with the trousers.

Alastor lets you touch it and fluff it out with your fingers to get rid of the line in his plus vibrant fur, you notice him shiver at your touch.

You: "This is such a beautiful thing Alastor, and here you are tucking it into your waistband like an errant hard on."

You scold him playfully, Alastor's voice sounds lazy almost pleasured in his response as you keep stroking his tail.

Alastor: "Of course not, if I ever did that it wouldn't so much as hide it as it would make a huge guest appearance, I'd rather not have everyone seeing that part of my anatomy either."

You gasp and blush, you hadn't expected Alastor to pretty much reveal any information about his cock let alone discuss it or it's size so causally, he turns around with a smirk as you hands falter knowing exactly what he's done as heat pools in your lower belly and you notice with a slight whimper the rather large present bulge making itself known in his trousers now.

Alastor smirks.

Alastor: "No when that happens I tuck it down and hope for the best."

You're utterly speechless as Alastor takes your hand pushing it down inside his trousers as you stifle a moan at the warm rigid twitching beneath your fingers, you're utterly trembling as Alastor guides your hand helping him tuck his cock down and between his legs, hiding it more effectively that it had been before.

Alastor indulges a moment of dragging your hand a little lower allowing your fingers to ghost over his dripping glans with a sinful moan, before withdrawing your hand from his pants.

Your eyes dilate and you nearly collapse as Alastor draws your hand up to his face and licks his own essence from your finger tips, before giving you a quick kiss and cackling sauntering off before you can recover and chase after him.

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Building a new hotel must be tiring, rest here my dear.

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✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻

You know what would be cute. Alastor trying to hook Adam and Lucifer up. He wants both out of the hotel and away from Charlie so he can continue with his plan uninterrupted.

He’s racking his brains until he overhears someone (likely Angel) comment that Lucifer and Adam just need to fuck and get it over with.

So using movie tropes as a blueprint he tries getting them together. Getting them caught in the rain, it’s a hose.

A make over, he just ends up chasing Adam down the hall while holding lipstick.

He sets up blind dates but neither realize the note they’re give is supposed to be a date invitation and they completely miss each other.

Remembering Romeo and Juliet, Alastor tries to reenact the balcony by trying hide and call out lines from the play, Adam and Lucifer are just confused why Alastor called them out there and why he’s hiding in the bush reciting Shakespeare as through they each weren’t over ten thousand years old and existed (albeit in the afterlife) while Shakespeare was alive and writing plays, as through the plays didn’t trickle into the afterlife and they hadn’t both (separated) seen his plays when they were the newest thing. (Although Hell’s version had more sex and the violence was real since the actors could revive)

Oddly enough what does get them together is the fact that Al is acting fucking weird as shit. So they stop fighting to figure it out.

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