Bloodlust (Alastor X On Their Period!reader)

Bloodlust (Alastor x on their period!reader)

(A/N: This is a teensy bit self-indulgent, and also I had no idea where this was going to go halfway through, so if things don't make sense... yes they do)

TAGS: Bondage, blood kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus, anything Alastor honestly, a bit of masturbation

You’re not even sure how this happened. How you had two fingers running in and out of your bloodied pussy, on your second day of all days. Normally, when you were on your period, the cramps would consume you, especially during the first three days when the flow was heavy. But this month was different. Instead of being frustrated because of small things that ticked you off, you were frustrated because of… something else entirely. 

You choked back a moan as the pads of your fingers hit your g-spot for the nth time, forcing the edge of an orgasm again. A whine escaped your lips as it started to recede; you couldn’t seem to get yourself over the edge.

With groggy eyes, you checked the way your fingers slipped inside. Your breath instantly left you as you realized just how covered they were, whether it be with your blood or your juices, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t care, either.

You weren’t quite sure if you heard the door open or not, but with how muffled your hearing had started to become just a couple minutes before, you decided to ignore it. That is, until you saw a glimpse of near-red hair.

You immediately slide your fingers out of yourself, and sit up on your bed, wiping the blood off on the towel you laid below you beforehand. “A-Alastor! Hello, hi; why- why didn’t you knock?” You asked in a panic, nervous laughter bubbling in your throat.

His signature smile twitched ever so slightly as he glanced down at your bloodied pussy, eyebrows raised by a millimeter. Alastor remained silent for a couple of seconds before speaking, and you noticed that his cheeks were flushed. Weird. Normally he would be repelled by this stuff, shut the door with that look of disgust and everything. Why did it seem like he was intrigued now?

“...Uhm–” “Miss Charlie asked me to come get you, however,” Alastor gripped his cane tighter. “It looks like you’re busy.”

“Oh, Charlie asked for me?” You echoed, running your clean hand through your hair. “I could just clean myself up, and– Alastor, are you okay?” Your eyebrows knit together as you watched the radio demon cover his smile with his hand, as he averted his gaze from you. 

You also noticed he closed the door behind him when you weren’t looking.

“I’m quite alright, my dear. Just–” He stole another glance your way and cursed under his breath, surprising you. He doesn’t swear.

“Ala–” “What would drive you to…” He looked the other direction as he pointed at you and possibly your previous action as you sat there, frozen —still dripping, but frozen— “Do that while you were… menstruating?” 

There’s the Alastor you knew. So disgusted by anything sexual.

But the more you analyzed his expression, the more you figured out that it wasn’t really disgust; it was something more like frustration. But, what was he frustrated at? He doesn’t have a reason to be frustrated. Hell, it should be you that’s—

Ah, now you see why.

“...Are you hard right now?” Alastor tensed at your words. His eye twitched as he cleared his throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can literally see it.”

Alastor glanced down, and you could’ve sworn you saw his more demonic side for a split second “Ah, well how about that.” He replied tightly, as if holding himself back. “I need a moment; I apologi—” 

“Are you hard because of me?” Well that was quite blunt. To be fair, you weren’t one to sugarcoat.

He let out a sharp exhale. His pride won’t let him admit it, but you know just by the way his breath turned ragged that it was because of you. And you had to confess that it boosted your ego and turned you on. Alastor, the radio demon, was hard because of you. 

“...Alastor?”

He stayed quiet, leaving you slightly uncomfortable. Alastor allowed his eyes to wander towards you, but this time it stayed there. Stayed staring, analyzing, drinking you up. 

It wasn’t physically obvious (other than the strain in his pants), but you could feel the hunger start to eat him up from the inside. Alastor took a deep breath before speaking, not particularly to you, “I am quite hungry…”

“‘Hungry’?” You repeated, head tilted. You realized just how vulnerable you are in this situation, especially since you had kicked your duvet off long ago, and in an attempt to fix a bit of that, you squeezed your knees together. “What are you talking abou—”

In a snap, he disintegrated into the shadows to place himself in between your legs, his claws opening her legs like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. “I guess I’ll indulge in you…” He looked up at you with a raised brow, and you have to assume he’s asking for your consent. Though your answer had to be quick; he was slowly losing his mind being so close to blood on flesh.

Ever since his “devotion” to the hotel, it had been a while since he ever last ravished on an actual demon. Sure, he had eaten some for defense of the hotel, but shark loans don’t taste good anyway; they tasted bitter and like their fluid was purely vomit. Alastor couldn’t even remember the last time he actually savored his food for once. 

So imagine his enthusiasm when you gave him the okay to do whatever he wanted. Alastor’s grin widened even more before he licked a strip across your inner thigh, the blood already going to his brain. He seemingly shuddered below you, and just the sight of it made the heat in your core strengthen. You clenched around nothing, and Alastor unfortunately noticed that. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly. “Patience is a virtue, dear.”

You scoffed at his sudden desire for virtue. “Why would you care about virtues–” You cut yourself off with a breathy moan when Alastor collected your mixture of slick and blood to penetrate back inside of you via his tongue. He snickered at the way you immediately crumbled in front of him; you were so full of energy a while ago. 

Well, who could blame you? It wasn’t your fault he was already so pussy drunk. You didn’t even know that could happen with him! Alastor, the demon who looks at Angel Dust with such disgust whenever he makes a sexual remark. 

Curse the damn demon and his sinful, and surprisingly long tongue. It was obvious he knew how to work with what he had, and he knew how to give quality results. You awkwardly placed your clean hand on top of your thigh, which was right beside Alastor’s head. He stopped what he was doing —much to your dismay— and glanced at your hand. “Go on,” Alastor encouraged, his breath hot on your clit. “I don’t bite. Hard, at least.”

You scoffed at his words, reluctantly running your hand through his hair. Once he knew you had adjusted comfortably, he continued his mischievous actions, his tongue rolling inside of you. He was so talented with his mouth, it made your mind fog almost immediately. “I guess I now know that your mouth is good for something other than talking…” You attempted to tease, but he only removed his tongue from your pussy with slight effort, glancing up at you with an amused raise of his brow. “Careful with your words, my dear,” Alastor warned. “You might end up biting off more than you can chew.”

You rolled your eyes. But just as you were about to retaliate, Alastor planted a kiss on your clit, mentally noting how that made your shiver and sigh. The radio demon slid an arm under your thigh to hook it over his shoulder. At that sudden motion, you inhaled sharply, subconsciously gripping onto the small antlers that he had hidden in his red tufts of hair.  

He picked up the pace at your action, grunting at it. You saw something moving under his coat, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “D-Do you have a tail?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You huffed, gripping his antlers for support. That alone was an answer for him to quicken the pace, drinking in every single drop of blood you had to offer him.

He had to admit, it was better than any kind of blood he tasted before. It didn’t matter if he were to compare it to anything from when he was alive or from his time in Hell, yours came on top.

Alastor groaned at the metallic taste. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was mixed with your juice or if your blood actually tasted like that, but it was sweet but tangy at the same time, the aftertaste giving him shocks to his mind. 

It’s been a while since he’d eaten someone out. When was the last time, 1926?

He didn’t even realize how quick he set his pace until he heard your breath struggling to keep up with him. Hell, Alastor hadn’t even realized how tight he made his grip to be on both of your thighs just to keep them open. 

You were screaming his name without him noticing.

And maybe it was just his sadistic nature, or pure instinct, but he needed to hear you do it again.

This time, Alastor listened intently on how your moans turned into hiccups. Every now and then he would mix things up, cupping your clit with his lips before sucking the dried blood off it, then turning to give your entrance special attention. He didn’t care if your blood was dripping down his chin, nor did he care if his static filled the air like white noise. All he did care about was the fact that his tongue was enjoying the tangy metallic taste of you.

“Wait, fuck, I’m– I’m so close,” you warned Alastor, gripping his hair tighter with both hands this time. To Hell if your right hand was covered in residue from your previous activity; the pleasure felt too good to even be concerned about. You let out a feeble attempt at a noise of pleasure, tears already pricking your eyes. 

Just a couple of minutes ago, you had such a difficult time reaching your climax; how come Alastor was able to drive you to the edge so easily? 

You forced yourself to stare at Alastor, disregarding and ignoring every sound of overwhelming ecstasy you made. He was completely intoxicated by everything you had to give him, his eyes closed, his breath ragged and everything. And —fuck— just the sight of a powerful and feared overlord wallowing in a mere lowly sinner’s slick and blood was enough to send that last shock of bliss you needed.

When you give into the pleasure that Alastor’s horrid tongue was giving you, he scoffed against your pussy. His cockiness soon faded into something more indulgent when he tasted a gush of blood entering his mouth. He drank it up without question, his eyes shut and his eyebrow twitching. 

And honestly, you wished you didn’t open your eyes to see what he looked like. The way he slotted himself in between your thighs, his eyelids drooping heavily as he stared intensely at your cunt, the whole scene was so erotic. 

Alastor couldn’t help himself when he craved more than you could give, his tongue scooping up slick and blood from inside you despite your orgasm fading. Your taste was so horribly addictive to him; it made the strain in his pants hurt him so blissfully. He hooked your other leg with his arm and placed it on top of his other shoulder, both of his hands now gripping onto your thighs.

He pulled you closer to his mouth, your cunt already swollen and abused. His teeth lightly grazed your clit, and you practically wept at the small contact. Your grip on his hair tightened, causing Alastor to tense up before immediately relaxing when he tasted what he needed at that point in time.

Alastor groaned lowly into your pussy, his tongue teasing and slurping up as much as it could. The vibrations from his voice made you sea stars, your legs instinctively kicking in an attempt to push him away. The overstimulation was getting too much, but fuck did it feel so fucking good and you were losing your mind at the pleasure, and—

You shouted Alastor’s name out with a cry as another orgasm crashed onto you, your whole body spasming. His tongue slowed down as you rode it, but it was not stopping any time soon.

He sighed deeply when he got his reward, your blood staining his lips and his tongue. Alastor finally looked at you, and your disheveled look only sent shocks of heat down to his clothed cock; you were such a mess just by his tongue alone, it gave him such an ego boost.

As if he needed one.

Your exhausted eyes met his, your breath coming out of you in pants. Before you could even fully process what just happened, Alastor removed his mouth from your pussy with a pop, his tongue  licking one last stripe, earning a whine from you.

He was heaving for breath, the smile forever on his face sultry and somewhat content.  “Well, my dear!” He exclaimed out of the blue, making you jump. In just a blink, he hopped off of your bed and stood in front of you, his cane and hands hiding the embarrassing boner in his trousers. “You tasted absolutely delicious. One of the best I’ve ever tasted!” He was so incredibly theatrical, as if nothing steamy just occurred a couple of beats before.

“Alastor.” You deadpanned, making yourself sit up. You took a swift glance at your legs; they were shaking violently, small punctures decorating your outer thighs from Alastor’s grip, blood dripping down in rivulets. 

He hummed, tilting his head as he looked at you. You raised an eyebrow before staring at his hands, though he knew your eyes were on what he was trying to cover.

“Yes, (Name)?-” “Aren’t you going to take care of…” You pointed at his bulge. “That?” Your tone was flat, and yet Alastor could hear the subtle suggestion that you were implying.

His smile strained, its edges twitching in slight disgust. “It’ll pass–”

“Yeah, in like 15 minutes or something. You’re really going to let the others see your boner?” You grinned at the way he grimaced, his shoulders tensing up at your vulgarity. “Are you seriously going to let Angel tease you about it?”

In a snap, he materialized on top of you, his hands caging your body. “Be careful, my dear.” He said, his voice strained as it filled with static. “You might be dealing with something you can’t handle here.”

“Good Lord, that was incredibly cringe.” You commented, trying to spite him and rile him up to actually do something about that stupid strain in his pants that was pressing against you and, oh dear God was it huge–

He just scoffed at what you said, rolling his eyes. You were about to retaliate at his sassy behavior until something slithery went around both of your legs, slowly wrapping around your thighs. They pushed your thighs a bit higher as Alastor unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes widened when you finally realized what was going to happen, and frankly you were more than excited.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt your knees hit your chest, anticipating what you never really knew you needed. Alastor studied your face, drank up your expression, before freeing himself from his pants, his tip already at your entrance.

You gasped at the sudden feeling, a shiver going up your spine. Was this real? Were you actually going to fuck the Radio Demon? The demon that literally refuses to do anything remotely sexual or romantic?

As Alastor placed his hands beside your head again, the tentacles wrapped around your thighs tightened, making you squirm. His grin widened at your reaction, and you suddenly understood why he tried to distract you with his tentacles.

Holy fuck, this man was huge. He had only put his head in and you were already desperate to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as Alastor slid his cock into you, your head hitting your pillows behind you. “We aren’t even halfway through, sweetheart.” He informed you, his tone dripping with condescension. 

You whined at that. Not even halfway through?

You gripped your bedsheets for support as Alastor successfully thrusted fully into you, your hips touching the other’s. He grunted at the warmth and tightness that you offered him, his cock eagerly twitching. It’s been a while since he’d done this. Fuck, he was sure that he’s never done something this vulgar during his time in Hell!

You covered your mouth to prevent any more moans from escaping you as Alastor stayed still for a couple seconds. You felt so undeniably full, and you can’t believe yourself when you think that you wanted to feel even fuller. 

Alastor began to rock his hips, one of his tentacles inching towards the wrist of the hand that was covering your mouth. “Don’t muffle your pretty noises, my dear. Where’s the fun in that?” He asked lowly, your wrists now above your head. His head dipped into the crevice of your neck, his lips planting a kiss onto its skin before his teeth sank into it, making you cry out in pain. Or pleasure. You weren’t quite sure, either.

His mouth finally detached itself from you as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, his tongue lapping at the blood he had made drip. Alastor shuddered at the taste, groaning; you were making him lose his fucking mind. 

You whined and panted under him, your thighs tensing against his tentacles. The lewd noises that the two of you were producing traveled all the way to your ears, and your stomach flipped at the sounds. It was just so wet, and the fact that Alastor’s grunts were so near your ears didn’t really help your situation.

If Alastor were to be honest, he fucking hated sex. He never really got the appeal to do it regularly, and he never really understood why some people practically needed it to survive in Hell, even worse on Earth. But his disgust was not the only reason why he doesn’t want to have sexual relations with someone, especially someone that resided in the hotel.

And it was that urge. That urge to breed and fill and mark that he can’t control. Ever since he spawned in Hell, he knew how his body changed his lifestyle, and he had to accept the fact that he had impulses like this. And once his brain realizes what’s happening, he can no longer control his body.

“Can you take one more?” Alastor growled against your neck, making your hazed expression turn into a confused one. “‘One more’?-” You cut yourself off with a yelp as a tentacle started to rub against your already oversensitive clit, and you bit your lip at the contact.

Alastor finally lifted himself up, his smile incredibly strained and twitching. His hips showed no mercy to your poor abused cunt as he chased his own release, making sure you came with him. The only thought dancing around in his mind was the idea of you being his and only his, your blood and flesh for him to take.

With one finally thrust, Alastor bit into the skin of your neck again, making you scream his name. Though his hips were no longer practically shoving his cock inside you frantically, it had become more calculated, hard movements, his dick pumping more and more cum into you.

And when you felt the warmth of the liquid inside of your cunt, you let out a guttural moan, the knot in your stomach snapping as the tentacle against your clit massaged it in circular motions. With a cry of his name, your entire body spasmed, Alastor’s teeth on your neck loosening its grip against you slightly.

The both of you just stayed in that position, chests rising and falling as you caught your breath. His deer ears twitched, tickling your nose. You scrunched it, but that led you to process what the fuck just happened.

“Holy shit.” You muttered, a smile growing on your face. “I just fucked the radio demon on my period.”

Alastor’s body stiffened at your words, static filling the air as he spoke. “What did you say–”

“I said, I fucked the radio demon.” You repeated, pride wrapping around your voice. He groaned at your words, clearly annoyed and embarrassed. Alastor pulled out of you with a small sigh before snapping his fingers. In that motion, all his tentacles removed themselves from you, and your legs immediately flopped onto the bed.

You stared at Alastor with a shit-eating grin, his appearance pristine and as if he didn’t rut into you like his life depended on it. He averted your gaze as you dropped your jaw. “Come on, don’t be embarrassed now!”

“I am not embarrassed.”

“Your face says otherwise.”

( @ladyzaunis since you told me to tag lol)

Feign Lust to Fool the Masses (part 2)

(A/N: This might end up being a full on fanfic. What. Additionally, I wrote this on a whim and so if there are mistakes I apologize in advance) (I also had Horny, Angry Tango on loop the whole time writing so...)

PART 1

TAGS: knife kink, slight masochism, orgothumophilia (kink of having someone getting mad at you), riding, multi orgasms, somewhat public sex, Vox is fucked dumb, dom!reader (somewhat),

A month. It had been a month ever since that risky escapade and it seemed like it only weakened your relationship.

Vox barely talks to you about it, or just in general, for that matter. It was like he was so incredibly immersed with his work, that he had just forgotten that he needed to be immersed with you. 

Not that you cared, though. Your relationship with Vox was just to gain more power. 

To fool the people, right? Right.

But even with that fact engraved in your head, imagine your anger when you heard from Peppermint (Vox’s assistant; sweet little thing) that your so-called lover had been having private sessions with some of the lower employees of Voxtek. Now, that was just plain stupid. He was already in a “relationship” with one of the more powerful overlords in Hell; what more does he need?

Was that night really not enough for him?

Nevertheless, nothing and no one stopped you from storming into one of Vox’s conference rooms with a knife in your hand, not even Val nor Velvette. Though, you saw from your peripheral vision that they were betting on what would happen, whether you would kill him or fuck him.

At this point, you were perplexed between the two emotions.

“Vox!” You exclaimed, bursting through the door. His subordinates all nervously glanced at you as their lips sealed themselves shut, leaving the room silent. 

Your “partner” quirked a brow up, pure blankness written all over his face. His expression ticked you off, and at that moment, you could’ve broken apart the door frame. “Out, everyone.” You demanded, causing the others to look around the room and at each other, confused. 

“Out!” You barked out, your grip against the glass door making it shatter inside of its lamination, creating cracks that spread from your hand to its hinges. 

All of them immediately scrambled out, picking up their things and scurrying outside of the same door you practically broke. Vox calmly stood up, but just after he gripped his armrests to stand up, you pointed at him. “Not you.”

“Fucking Christ, okay.” He mumbled, sitting back down with knitted eyebrows and a baffled smile. 

Vox patiently (which was unusual of him) stared at you as you waited for everyone to leave, a slight bit of your true demon form slipping through the facade of the more socially acceptable one. He watched as you took a deep breath, arms crossed, before storming towards him, your jaw gritted and your glare enough to kill a million sinners all over again.

Frankly, it turned him on.

“You.” You spat out, jabbing a finger in his chest. His smile angered you even more; it was so innocent yet so mischievous you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off of his face with your knife. “Do you not realize what you’re doing right now?” 

Your voice was barely a whisper, but with how close your faces (well, face and a screen) were, it was loud in Vox’s mind. “Enlighten me.” He calmly said; he’s never actually been this calm, honestly. It surprised him, too.

But seeing your blood boil because of his words was too entertaining to not give up being dramatic; he wanted to see you livid. 

You looked at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was, trying to provoke you like this, but you didn’t seem to notice it. “The public has barely seen us together now. Do you seriously not keep yourself updated in what they say? Isn’t that what your whole fucking brand is about? Appeasing the masses with what they want to keep your power?”

Usually, he would be incredibly insulted by those words. Normally, he would have the sinner killed in just a snap; he had the power to do so, anyway. But the way your brows scrunched with your nose, or the way your lips curled into a snarl as you poked at his chest? He couldn’t kill that face.

And fuck, your words were like drugs to him, intoxicating him, pushing him farther away from better judgment. Vox wanted to prod and taunt you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Vox feigned his ignorance; he loved doing that, as it seems. You grinned manically, scoffing before lifting him from his chair and throwing him onto the carpeted floor. The grunt that forced itself out of his mouth wasn’t enough, so you placed your foot against his chest, looking down at him as if he were just some lowly scum.

Maybe he is.

“Cut the shit, Vox.” You spat his name out like it was venom you needed to remove from a wound, and only then did Vox notice the knife that your hand gripped tightly. His shock was barely noticeable, but it was there. “You haven’t done anything to calm them down. Do you know what they’re saying, hmm? That they thought we’d broken up because we aren’t seen together anymore? That it ‘might be the end of an era’?” You mocked their comments, their words seemingly stuck in your head.

As you derided, your hands placed themselves beside your face, the knife glinting from the white lights of the room. And just before Vox could even process what was going on, the same knife was now held up against his neck, the sharp side pressed against where his screen and his neck connected. 

“And I heard from a little birdie you were cheating. With lower sinners, to make matters worse.” You practically growled.

Vox couldn’t contain his excitement anymore, and neither could his pants, his cock straining against it wildly. He grinned at you, his eyes wide with adrenaline. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 

Well, that caught you off guard, and it caught him off guard, as well. He was thinking it, yes, but it never crossed his mind that he would actually say it out loud. 

“You think this is a fucking game?” Your voice sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted to feel more of it. Wanted his skin to vibrate so violently, and the only way he could actually have that sensation was from you and you alone.

Fuck, you two weren’t supposed to actually like each other. Or he wasn’t supposed to, at least. It was just supposed to be business; the romantic aspect was only supposed to cover that up—

Oh God, what was Vox doing? What was he thinking? Is he going to regret this the next morning? Is he going to regret grabbing a fistful of your top and kissing you, his tongue immediately curling around yours?

Your nose smacked against his screen at his sudden movement, and you grunted at that as your leg removed itself from his chest, but you seemed to ignore that. Matter of fact, it seemed like you cared more about the knife against his neck, since you pressed it harder against it, the fabric of his high collar already ripping at its contact. Your knife’s pressure wasn’t enough to break skin, but goddamnit did Vox want that to happen.

Wait, was Vox getting even harder at the idea of you killing him? That’s a fucking kink he didn’t know he had.

You knelt on him, your thighs straddling his own. You grunted as he began to grind against you, his grip on your top finally loosening so that his hands could cup your head and tangle themselves in your hair. 

You were the one that parted from the kiss, but that was only to catch your breath. You sneered at him, your hands already working to remove his pants and other garments in that area. “I fucking hate you, Vox. You’re doing all of this shit to rile me up. You think I don’t see you and your stupid tricks that you fucking do to make me even more furious?” With an easy rip, Vox’s pants were shed off of him, the cold air of the conference room hitting his hard cock.

“And yet you still give into it, my ‘tricks’.” He taunted, the signature blood dripping from his mouth as he grinned, trying to prop himself on his elbows. You had stopped him from doing so, though, with a hard shove. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you retorted, sliding your undergarments to the side and aligning your hips with his. 

Vox watched in slight awe and disbelief; are you really going to fuck him in the conference room?

“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, the only thing you’ll be able to say at the end of this are strings of apologies, begging me to stop.”

Oh fuck, that made his cock twitch.

Vox snickered, his brows furrowing in determination. “Try me, (Name).”

You scoffed at his challenge, not even thinking properly before sinking down on him with such force. You immediately regretted it, of course, the sharp pain of not allowing yourself to adjust sending bolts to your brain as if they were laughing at you, asking, “are you fucking stupid?”

Or maybe that was Vox you heard. His laughter, you meant. He started to snort at the way you winced at his cock, and you scornfully glared at him. “Not. A fucking. Word.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied sarcastically, making you look at him with such misfit, a cold droplet of sweat went down his back.

“I’m going to make you actually call me that, just you fucking wait.” You snarled before slowly bouncing on him.

Vox’s head (screen. I’m sorry; I’m not letting you guys forget he has a screen for a head) fell back as you did so. He had forgotten that after his decision to destroy you at Velvette’s ball, he didn’t really fuck around, contrary to your belief.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure where you got that information.

Basically, he was just as sex-deprived as you were. Work had consumed him so much that he didn’t have any time to grip his own dick with his hand and give himself a quickie. Just so many annoying people that decided causing a ruckus was the right way to get his attention, so many times did he have to calm Valentino’s ass down.

It was obvious that he desperately needed his tension to be relieved, and he was as relieved as the pleasure you were giving him when he finally understood that you needed it, too. 

Well, with you already knowing what fucking his cock was like, you couldn’t really satiate your sexual urges with other people, right?

Your grunts and groans snapped him out of his daze, your hands grasping handfuls of his vest as you shut your eyes. The pace you set was already starting to intensify, Vox had to admit that he was slowly losing his mind here.

A whine that he didn’t know he could even make escaped his lips, his eyes already half lidded. “Fuck, (Name), what are you doing to me?” He muttered, praying to whoever that could listen that you didn’t hear it.

But of course, God would never listen to a demon’s prayers. You cackled, grinding in between every bounce. His legs spasmed at the sudden addition to the pleasure, your voice fogging his brain up. “Someone giving in already? Didn’t you tell me that I was the one who’d forget their name? What happened to that, Vox? What happened to your charismatic, cocky, facade?” 

“Shut up.” He grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on something else; he can’t let any noises come out of him, nor can he let himself cum so easily.

But fuck, it’s been a month. A month of frustration and dreams that he had of you every night where he would fuck you everywhere you two went: his office, his bed, his bathroom— shit, he’d even fantasized while mindlessly listening to the news reporters that he had you babbling on his cock in one of the balconies of the Vee Tower, for everyone to watch, and— oh no. No, no, no, no—

“Fuck!” He shouted out as he felt himself cum inside of you, causing you to fake a gasp at his actions. But just because he had cum, doesn’t mean you were going to stop any time soon. “Vox! Already? It’s barely been 10 minutes.” You provoked, the grin on your face making him purse his lips in slight anger and embarrassment. 

“Is it my fucking fault that you’re so tight— shit.” He cursed under his breath, which was already running away from him. He could feel the way you used his cum as a lubricant, the wet, lewd noises of skin slapping making him moan.

Half of these noises you had him make, he didn’t even know he could, so props to you, he guessed.

The noises you made, however, were quieter than his, a contrast to the first time you two had ever done anything like this. You were so good at controlling yourself, like the idea of Vox being the one fucked dumb was keeping your mind from being clouded by concupiscence. The same kind of lust that was blurring the lines of rational and irrational in Vox’s.

Wait, no— goddamnit—!

Vox hated his mind and how it fixated on your soft vulgar sounds; it had just made him cum for the second time in a row. 

Your eyes widened when you felt the warm liquid splash around your walls, a shit-eating grin adorning your face. “Did you just cum again? Vox, have some self control! Fucking pervert!”

Vox stared at you like you were crazy, trying to avoid glancing at the way your body bounced up and down. “I’m the pervert? You’re —fuck— the one riding me in a public room!”

You laughed at his words, as if his meek attempt at trying to irritate you even more was barely working anymore. “You’re the one enjoying it.”

Though, just because something is barely working, doesn’t mean it doesn’t entirely.

Vox noticed the way your legs were shaking, your chest was heaving, your bottom lip was quivering. He noticed everything about you. And when you practically slammed your hips against his, he knew that you were incredibly annoyed at his words.

Yet he couldn’t snap back with something snarky; he was already slipping away from reality and into the pleasure and bliss (and borderline pain, honestly) you were providing him. He felt his throat vibrate as the moans and groans he could no longer force to be silent escaped him, his chest desperate for breath.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck were you doing to him?

“What’s your name, dear?” You asked, your voice as sweet as honey mixed with the most dangerous poison there was on both Hell and Earth combined.

Vox had to think before replying. “You know damn well it’s V-Vox—”

You groaned in annoyance, gripping the knife you placed beside Vox’s body. “You haven’t broken yet. You know,” you leaned closer so that his chest was pressed against yours, allowing the head of Vox’s cock to reach an even deeper part of you. “You’re much more resilient than I thought you’d be.”

He slipped out a small whimper at the overstimulation; everything was too much. And when your cold hand skillfully untied his bow, which was then replaced by the cold metal of the knife, he couldn’t help himself again.

With a choked grunt, he finished inside you for the 3rd time, his whole body twitching at how warm and tight you were against his overly sensitive cock. “Fuck, damnit, (Name)—” He whispered, his voice already hoarse at how much air passed through his mouth.

“You’re the fucking freak now.” You taunted, your pace still unforgiving, not an ounce of mercy resting within your soul to give him a damn break. “You’re the one that came because a knife was against their neck, not me.”

His stomach flipped at your words in embarrassment; shit, he did just cum at that. Yet how come he wasn’t as ashamed as he really should be at that thought?

“(Name), the game’s o-over.” Vox tried to reason, attempting a small grin on his face. It was quivering just as much as his body was, but he tried to not let it show. “I-It’s— oh, fuck!”

“What was that?” You mindlessly, breathlessly asked him, your hand slipping under his vest and dress shirt. Your cold hands toyed with his torso, your thumb barely grazing against his nipples. 

He cursed at himself when he whined at the sudden contact, his back arching off the floor. “N-Nothing—” “Tell me what you were going to say, dearie.” 

Goddamnit, you were trying to make him speak now of all times? He could barely even hold his thoughts together, and he knew if he didn’t answer you, he wouldn’t even be able to properly formulate sentences.

As if he can now.

“It’s-” Vox sighed, hearing his own undead heartbeat pounding. “L-Let’s think about this, (Name)—!”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You slowed your pace down, making him choke down a whine; he was getting so close again. “Try again.”

Try again? What the fuck did that mean—

Oh.

Oh no.

Vox gritted his teeth before responding tightly, his words coming out dry and rough. “Please, ma’am. I-I’m sure you’ve had your fun, but I had a meeting… before this…!”

You tilted your head, your eyes half lidded. If you were to be honest, you were trying everything in your power to not think of the cum that filled you inside; Vox honestly wasn’t lying when he said he could fuck you dumb. “What was the meeting about, huh?”

Oh, shit, Vox couldn’t remember. “W-Well—”

“Can’t remember, can you?” You grinned, removing the knife from his neck and straightening your posture to get more force in bouncing. “What’s your name?”

Fuck, it was that question again. It was that question, and Vox was having a harder time answering it. He knew what he was supposed to say, but somehow it was rolling off of his tongue like it used to. “V-Vox, ma’am—!”

“A shame, really.” You sighed, though it came as small hiccups from the way you were riding him. “Oh, I know!” You stared at Vox with a grin that he didn’t even know you could do. “I’ll make you cum one more time, and—”

“No!” He cried out, gasping for breath. His screen glitched as he talked, making his voice break with it. “Please, I can’t take one more–”

“Oh, but you can.” Vox heard the soft noises of wetness from your grinding before it went back to the slapping of skin, making his groans turn into whines. “And you will for me, won’t you, darling? To fool our supporters? Our patrons?”

God, Vox remembered the reason why all of this started in the first place. He opened his mouth to say something smooth, but the only thing that slipped out of it were pleads. “Fu-hu-huck, ma’am, please– I-I’m sorry for not—” He keened when he felt that familiar knot in his stomach, warning him about what was to come (badum tss). “Goddamnit, I’m sorry for not paying more… attention to you…!” 

The more he talked, the quicker you set your pace, your head nodding as he talked. And the more you quickened, the more pitiful apologies left him, his screen dim and glitching violently.

“What’s your name?” You growled lowly, and for the first time in his fucking life, he could not remember.

“F-Fuck,” he racked his brain for anything. Any answer he could give you that sounded believed, but he was met with nothing. “I-I don’t—”

“You don’t remember?” Your voice was full of frenzy and joy as you finished his sentence for him. You leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss on his neck, which was now coated with a thin sheen of sweat. “That’s a good boy. Oh, how the tables turned, no?”

You drank up the way he was quite literally fucked up under you; it gave you such a power surge, and he didn’t realize how much of your ego was being fed just by his appearance alone. 

“G-Gonna…” Vox trailed off, a long dragged out cry being forced out of his throat. It was so pathetic; it was so hot. 

“Go ahead, Vox.” You cooed. Ah, that was his name. 

With your voice, he unraveled under you, his guttural cry music to your ears. 

He painted your walls white for the fourth time that day, his cock eagerly twitching inside of you. This time, however, you had stopped bouncing to catch your breath and to let the adrenaline subside. 

Without warning him, you lifted your hips up, making his cock slide out of you. Vox gasped at the loss of warmth, whining slightly.

You gaped at him, eyes wide in bewilderment. You actually did it. You fucked him dumb.

Other than the pants and small whines from either you or him (but mostly him), silence encompassed the conference room. But just as you were about to try and stand up, Vox’s rough voice caught your attention. 

“I never fucking cheated, by the way,” he said through breaths. “I have no idea who gave you that idea; I would never do that to ruin our reputation.”

“Wait, but–” you cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.

Peppermint heard that from Valen-fucking-tino. 

“Oh, my god.” You practically laughed out, finally standing up properly. Your hand shakily gripped the conference table for balance as your free hand straightened any wrinkles from what just happened. “That makes more sense.”

“What does—”

“It’s none of your concern.” You said before clearing your throat and running a hand through your head. And just as you were about to walk out of the door, Vox finally put his body weight on his elbows to look at you. 

“Aren’t you going to help me—”

“Nope, still mad at you.”

“Okay.” Vox sighed, grumbling a “fucking bitch” as you left. 

Instead of insulting you, though,  it made you smile.

Lord have mercy 🤭🤭

SPEAK TO ME | Alastor x f.reader

Summary: Alastors voice turns you on. Something he loves to take advantage of.

FULL STORY!

Here we have it! The full story! 5k of pure smut. Enjoy darlings! Tags: Dom!Alastor, masturbation, oral, light bondage, fingering, dirty talk

Attraction was a funny thing. It could never be explained, and often, it just appeared one day. Attraction could hit you like a train in the dead of night, but sometimes, it would follow you like a shadow. Whispering sweet words in your ear without making itself too known, not until it was too late, and you realised that you had stayed awake for two hours when you should have been asleep instead of thinking about what someone's hands would feel like on your skin. 

Attraction was an annoyance, but lust, its evil twin, was irrational, unpredictable, and, worst of all, it made you stupid. 

So incredibly dumb.

The lust had crept up on you like a thief in the night. Stealing your rational mind and sanity, leaving only the body to fend off the raging attraction that wanted to sink its teeth into your tender flesh. 

Having a crush on the radio demon was a poor choice and a painful one.

It began weeks ago when you first arrived at the crumbling hotel. 

Hazbin Hotel, with its rehabilitation program, had been your last resort after your landlord, who really deserved to be in Hell, kicked you out of your apartment. 

You had been tired of fending for yourself, trying to work, feed yourself and find an apartment with a landlord who wasn't a humongous creep. It seemed to be an impossible task in Hell. It wasn't until you heard one of your coworkers talk about the interview on the news with the princess of Hell that you found out about her little redemption project.

The Hazbin Hotel appeared like a lighthouse on the horizon for you, and the prospect of a warm meal and a soft bed was too enticing to pass on.

Charlie had, of course, taken you in straight away and for the first time in days, you felt like you could finally catch your breath. 

The bath you took that evening in your own bathroom, connected to your own bedroom, was heavenly. Almost sinful with how much pleasure you took from it. 

The next day had been quite overwhelming to you, to say the least. Thrown into the middle of trust exercises with people whom you had known less than 24 hours, where you had, in the span of two hours, visited a bondage club and escaped a turf war that Vaggie had thrown you into. If that was how she had learned to trust others, then maybe you weren't cut out for redemption. 

While the other hotel residents turned out to be a wonderful company, one, in particular, made your little sinner's heart skip a beat. 

Alastor, the infamous radio demon. 

He had ... not been what you had expected. 

From all the tales you'd heard of him, you expected a grotesque monster who murdered anyone who would just look at him funny. But he couldn't have been further from the image you had created of him from all the rumours. 

First of all, he was beautiful. His soft red eyes were so hypnotising that you feared you would drown in them, with a smile showing rows of sharp teeth. One thing was for sure: Hell would contort any morals and virtues you may have had, and if you had liked the idea of lovers biting your skin during intercourse before, it was now a raving obsession. An obsession that would fule you nightly fantasies for weeks and weeks. 

Sometimes, that was the only thing you could think about, his sharp teeth grazing your neck or nibbling your ear. 

Alastor was also very charming in his own way. A gentleman by hellish standards. Whenever you were going somewhere in the same direction, he would always hold up doors for you or pull out the chair for you during dinner time. Something you were highly unused to, and it had taken a long time for you not to blush whenever he did it. 

Whilst his jokes were lame at best, the conversations you would have late at night by the fireplace were your favourite time of the day. Because you loved his voice. You really loved his voice. 

There was something so bewitching with that transatlantic accent and that strange buzzing overlay to how he spoke. It made it sound like he was far away when he was, in fact, right in front of you, and the gentle buzzing had made you tremble more times than you could count.

Something that you suspected that Alastor had caught on to with how often he would appear behind you, only to put his head right beside yours and say the most innocent things that would make you react in the most sinful ways.

The day he had started to call you 'my dear' had been a day you would never forget, for you had laid awake all night imagining him whispering those exact words in your ear as you brought yourself to climax. Again, again, and again. 

You had had a tough time the day after looking him in the eyes without thinking of all the times you had desperately whispered his name into your pillow with your fingers between your legs.

"What's this?" you asked, surprised as you sat down to eat breakfast. On the table sat a red present with a big black bow right in front of the seat you always occupied. You could recognise Rosies' gift rapping technique anywhere.

"It is a gift, my dear. Open it," answered Alastor and sat down to your right at the end of the table.

You and Alastor were always the two residents in the hotel who were awake first: You because you wanted to spend as much time as possible with the strange but charming sinner. Unfortunately, he had the habit of disappearing during the day, so you only ever had the morning and the night to talk uninterrupted with him. You also suspected that Alastor barely slept because, after your evening chats, when you went to bed, Alastor would go up to his radio tower to host his show, and you had no idea when he would end them.

You opened the gift slowly as if savouring it, trying not to get too excited about having gotten a gift from Alastor when, in reality, you just wanted to rip it open.

Inside the box was a beautiful antique radio in pristine condition. The dark wooded exterior was smooth and shiny as if someone had just polished it, and it made you almost not want to touch it in case you left fingerprints on it.

You looked up at Alastor, whose smile seemed to grow as he looked at you.

"I remember you telling me that you had never had the pleasure of hearing my radio show, and now you can listen to it whenever you want!"

At times like these, you wondered if Alastor knew of your slightly obsessive crush on him. He struck you as a man who liked to play with his food.

The radio turned out to be a great gift that you used almost religiously. Every evening, when you were preparing to go to bed, you would turn on the radio and listen to Alastor's radio show. You would have the radio on softly in the background as you walked around your room doing your nightly routine. Sometimes, you would even invent stuff for you to do so you could stay up longer just so you could listen to his voice.

It was almost like he was in the room with you, talking just to you about anything he found interesting. On the odd occasion, Alastor would incorporate a passive-aggressive threat into the show for some poor sinner getting in his way, but that never scared you. In fact, you looked forward to those instances.

Alastors' voice would drop and get darker, reminding everyone who listened that he was still dangerous—a predator waiting to strike.

A wolf in sheep's clothing, and what a stupid sheep you were. Yearning for the wolf bite.

Halfway through your night routine, you turned on your radio at a soft, pleasant volume, and Alastor's smooth voice filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Salutations, friends and hellish residents! Tonight, we have a splendid assortment of the latest news and the best Hell has to offer in jazz, but before we chitchat about our dear city's hellish affairs, here is the newest music from Miss Jezebel and The Wicked Six!" 

Slow and sultry jazz music started to play on the radio. The woman who sang had a deep, smoky quality that was inherently sexy to you. There was just something about women who sang with deep voices that made your hips sway from side to side, effortlessly dancing across your room as you started to strip, pretending there was someone there who enjoyed the show you put on. 

You turned off all the lights except the small lamp by your bed and crawled under the thick blanket. Leaving the radio on as you made yourself comfortable, hugging one of your pillows close to you. 

The song ended, and Alastor came back. This time, he started talking about the news. Since the news sometimes made you too sad to sleep, you never really listened to what he was saying; you only listened to his voice—his tone, the cadence of his speech, and his transatlantic accent. 

You let his voice wash over you like a soothing balm to your aching body, but soon, you felt the familiar tingles run up your back. Warmth pooled low within you as you shifted in your bed, lying on your back. The desire to touch and be touched grew in you, to move, to grind, to satisfy the urge for sex. 

Closing your eyes and letting your hands wander over your body, you start by slowly dragging your fingertips over your sensitive throat, making sure that your light fingertips touch all the places that made you weak. 

Your hands travel from your throat down to your chest. Palming your breasts in your hands, you drag your nails over your sensitive nipples. Pinshin, pulling and rolling them between your fingers till they are warm and hard. 

Your senses sharpen as you start to feel more intensely, but your mind goes hazy, making it hard to think clearly. Alastors voice is but background noise now that edges you on.

One hand stays on your breast as the other journeys down, down, down and under your underwear. 

You slowly drag your finger between your lips, coating your finger in your wetness as you slowly pull it towards your clit. A breathless gasp is pulled from your mouth the first time your finger comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Slowly and with the lightest touch, you start to circle the organ, and what feels like electricity builds in your loins.

You can't help but move in your bed, legs bending and toes curling as you give yourself the pleasure that you wished Alastor would provide you. Your hand that previously played with your breast joined your other hand, and you let out a not-so-subtle moan as you pushed two fingers into you. Desperately, you curl your fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. 

You want it. You need it. Your toes curl almost painfully as Alastors name falls from your lips like a prayer. 

You're so close. So close you can see stars behind your eyes. You breathlessly chase that sweet release. Building, and building, and building. Your legs are shaking as you bite your lips. Hips lift from the mattress as you fight the urge to close your legs.

You are so, so close.

"What are you doing, my dear?" 

Cold dread crashes through your body as you rip your hands away from your body. You frantically look all over your room in the shadows. Looking for that all-knowing smile and calculating red eyes. 

His voice had been so close and clear that he had to be in your room. It had felt like he had spoken to you right beside your ear. But you were alone. No one was in your room but you. 

"Such a naughty little creature you are, my dear. So desperate to be touched." 

Goosebumps travel up your back as you slowly turn in the direction you hear his voice. On your nightstand is the radio that Alastor gave you. It is still on, but the yellow light of the display has turned red. 

Towering over you in your bed, you almost feel like he is watching you. Observing you as you lay naked before him. Your blankets were by the end of the bed as you had kicked them off a long time ago. 

"Can't even listen to me talking without having to touch yourself. My oh my, what will I ever do with such a bad little doe, hm?" 

Shaking all over, you lunged for the radio's electrical cord and jerked it out of the outlet. The radio fell silent as you collapsed in your bed. Spent, but not satisfied. However, you soon start to tremble all over again over the fact that Alastor had listened to you pleasuring yourself, and he seemed to like it.

You would be lying if you said you had a good night's sleep after that fateful evening—or if you said you had slept at all.

You had stayed up all night replaying the previous night's events, unable to comprehend what you had been through. Had it really happened? Had Alastor really listened to you masturbate while you were moaning his name? It had almost felt like a fever dream had you not stared at the pulled-out electrical cord for the radio all morning.

The clock on your dresser kept ticking as you sat in your black dressing gown on your bed. The time was about to turn nine, and you had not stepped a foot outside of your bedroom, too scared to face the man after your night. You knew you had to leave your bedroom sooner or later, but you were waiting until you were sure that Alastor would have gone for the day to do whatever he usually did during the day. As soon as you were sure that you would not encounter him in the hallway, you would sneak out of your bedroom and go down to the kitchen to steal all the snacks you needed to survive the day cupped out in your own room, like the coward you intended to be. 

It was one thing to fantasise about Alastor naked, but it was a completely different thing to now face the possibility that maybe he would like to see you naked, too. 

Three knocks were heard from your door out of nowhere before Alastor slammed the door open and stepped in with a silver tray full of food in his band. You let out a small yelp before climbing further up into the bed to get away from the other sinner, who waltzed into your room as if he owned the place.

"My dear, what are you doing in bed at this hour? Don't you know that you've missed breakfast?" Alastor's voice was laced with a hint of amusement as if he found your predicament delightful. He walked over to the little table and armchair you had in front of the unused fireplace on the opposite wall to the bed and sat down the tray on the table before conjuring a matching armchair out of thin air. He sat down as if nothing was out of the ordinary and leaned his cane against the armrest as soft jazz music began playing.

As you sat on your bed, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in your underdressed state, you watched in disbelief as Alastor, seemingly unperturbed by your unease, crossed his legs and settled into your room. His casual demeanour, coupled with his humming along to the music, only served to deepen your sense of bewilderment, and you were sure that you were hallucinating. 

You must have eaten something terrible yesterday, and maybe everything you thought happened last night and now was all in your head. 

"Are you going to eat or not? Your food is getting cold, my dear." 

The look Alastor gave you from the corner of his eye told you that it was in your best interest to sit in the armchair in front of him and eat. 

You slowly left the safety of your bed and walked over to Alastor. However, the steps you took on the way were tiny, considering that your dressing gown ended in the middle of your thighs, and you didn't want to flash him accidentally. Not caring about the look you got from Alastor, you shuffled your feet across the room and sat down in the armchair, struggling as you continued to keep your legs as close together as possible. 

With shaking hands, you took the small coffee cup and were about to put it to your lips for a sip when Alastor spoke up again:

"Aren't you forgetting something, my dear?" 

The look he was giving you made shivers travel up and down your spine. Shivers dipped in fear with a hint of excitement. He had never looked at you so intensely before. 

"Thank you for bringing me breakfast," you whispered hoarsely. 

"Good girl." You almost choked on your coffee, "And you're welcome." 

You had a tough time looking into his eyes after that comment as your cheeks grew warmer and warmer. 

Without warning, Alastor began to talk about everything that needed to be done that day. Apparently, Niffty had found a cockroach infestation in the basement, and Charlie had decided they would use chemicals instead of Niffty's needle, which she liked stabbing them with. 

Alastor kept talking on and on about work and the hotel as you ate. On the outside, you kept calm as you finished the last of your breakfast, but on the inside, you wondered if he would mention what had happened yesterday. Had it even happened? 

Maybe it hadn't, and your obsessive crush had finally broken you. 

"Ah, I see that you have finished your breakfast! Well, I best be on my way!" With a snap of his finger, Alastor made the breakfast tray disappear into a red cloud. He did, however, leave the extra chair he had conjured up. 

"Could you be a doll and tell Vaggie that I'll need the documents later today and that she can leave them in the bar? I need to head out today, and I don't think I'll be back until this evening," said Alastor as he stood up, brushing invisible dust off his impeccable suit. 

"Uhm, sure. I'll do that. Just close the door when you leave, please," you answered as you looked as Alastor made way for the hallway door. He waved absentmindedly over his shoulder in affirmation of your request.

A small part of you were disappointed that this little breakfast meeting had turned out the way it had, no matter how confounding it had been. If only you could have gotten a hint from Alastor about what he was thinking and why he frankly was there.  

Maybe he had just brought you breakfast from the goodness of his heart? Or he had just missed your company that morning since you usually only got to talk uninterrupted in the morning.

You turned around to walk to the bathroom as he left your room. Letting your shoulder slump in disappointment, you wondered what you would do that day. You remembered that Charlie had mentioned that it would be nice if the hotel's garden were more well-kept but that she couldn't hire a gardener just yet. 

That could be the thing you did today. Find some gardening tools and surprise Charlie by pulling out all the weeds in the flowerbeds. 

Oh, what a joy, you thought sarcastically as you started to open the bathroom door. However, it slammed close hard in front of you as a hand shot forward and a hard chest pressed into your back. 

All around you began shadows to dance as if they were made of mist, and the air got charged with a static you were all too familiar with. The shivers came back, but your whole body shivered this time as his other hand gripped your hip, pressing you closer to him, but the only thing you could focus on was his breath fanning over your ear as he whispered:

"I will be back at eleven tonight, and when I get back, I will find you in your bed, naked, waiting on me. You are not allowed to touch yourself, and don't try to defy me, my dear, for I will know if you do." 

In a heartbeat, Alastor was gone, and your body instantly felt colder. Shaking all over, your knees finally gave away under you, and you collapsed in front of your bathroom door. 

Behind you, the radio began to play softly—the same music Alastor had played during breakfast. Looking at the blasted thing, you could see that the radio wasn't plugged in.

The clock was about to strike a quarter to eleven, and you had been a nervous wreck for the past three hours. Time couldn't have gone by slower as you constantly turned to look at the clock hands to see how far they had moved. 

You had tried to distract yourself during the day with the gardening, but you constantly got distracted by all the fantasies you had of what Alastor would do to you. Turned out that it was really hard to work when horny. 

As you looked at the clock again, you re-adjusted in your bed for what felt like the thousandth time. 22:47. 

Ugh, this is taking forever! 

Laying down again, you looked over at the radio on your nightstand. It had been quiet since the morning, but you still waited to hear the tiniest sound from it that would indicate that Alastor was with you. But nothing came. 

You turned on your side to continue staring at the radio as you took one of your pillows and pressed it against you. The air in your room was cold against your skin, yet you ignored your chilled skin, for the mere thought of what would happen tonight warmed you from the inside out. 

The benefit of laying on your side was that you now could feel the slickness between your legs, coating almost all of the insides of your thighs. You knew that Alastor had said that you were not allowed to touch yourself, but he had never specified in what way you could not touch yourself, and if you didn't get some of your release soon, you felt like you would spontaneously ignite.   

Slowly, you started to press your legs together as you rubbed them against each other. Sweet pressure was building up the pleasure within you as you pressed your face into the pillow. Harder and harder, you tried to push your legs together, increasing the pleasure you had longed for all of them. 

Close, you were so close, and the excitement of defying Alastor just heightened the experience. 

You only needed one more push until you would fall over the edge into sweet release, but it never came as something grabbed onto your ankles and roughly pulled your legs apart. 

"I must say, I am really disappointed in you, my dear." 

From the shadows stepped Alastor out and looked down at you from the end of the bed, but what scared you the most was that he was not smiling. 

Looking down at you from heavily hooded eyes, Alastor dragged your body further down the bed, keeping your legs spread out with the help of his shadow tentacles. 

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it," you pleaded, hoping he would show you mercy, but from the looks of it, you would not be shown any. 

"Don't lie to me. You know very well what you did." With a snap of his finger, the armchair Alastor had conjured earlier that day dragged across the floor and stopped behind him. He sat down and made himself comfortable, looking over at you as he had a full view of between your legs.

"Now, darling, since you didn't listen to me, there will be consequences," said Alastor, crossing his legs and leaning his head in his hand lazily. You pressed up on your elbows to look over at him, and while his body language did not look interested, his eyes were sharp, focusing on your wetness that glistened in the light from the chandelier.

"One, you are not allowed to touch me." 

"What?!" you cried, the fear that you had ruined your only chance with Alastor burning within you like a forest fire. 

"Silence." You instantly shut your mouth as static filled the air and prickled your skin. Alastor's antlers had grown in size. He sighed and continued when he was sure that you would not say one more word.

"As I was saying, you are not allowed to touch me, but I can touch you however I want. If you wish me to stop, you will simply say television. Understod?" 

"Yes."

"Yes, and?" 

"Yes, sir?" You weren't sure what Alastor wanted to hear, but from the smirk that started growing on his lisp, you were sure that you had said the right thing. 

"What a good little doe you are, my dear." Whilst you were sure that was said condescendingly, you could not help the pride that grew in you that he thought you were good for him. A small yelp was pulled from your lips as you felt Alastors tentacles start to massage their way up your legs.

"You seemed to like my voice so much, my dear, that I thought you must love it if I command you as well. Isn't that what you want? For me to tell you exactly what to do to you and how to do it? Wouldn't you like to put on a show for me, darling?" 

Your brain was short-circuiting as you could not get a single word out. The only thing you could do was nod enthusiastically as Alastor's shadow tentacles gently began to play with your lips between your legs without touching your clit.

"Lovely." said Alastor, now giving you his trademark smile, "Why don't you show me how you touched yourself yesterday? I could hear those delicious sounds you made, my dear, and I want to hear them live."

And so, with shaking hands, you began massaging and caressing your body, making sure that you touched every part of your body that made you sing in pleasure. You wanted to put on a show, but you were so eager, so impatient as you played with your body that you could not bear the thought of prolonging this torture. 

You needed to be touched, and you needed it now. 

Dipping your hand between your legs, you could feel Alastors tentacles pull away from your genitals but keep a firm grip on your thighs. The first time you touched your clit was electric, as you made sure to look Alastor deep in the eyes when you did it. A soft moan from you filled the air.

Rolling the tip of your finger lazily against your clit you looked on with great satisfaction as Alastors eyes dropped from your down to your finger between your legs.

"Drag your fingers between your lips, darling, but before you do, circle your opening. Slowly without pushing in," commanded Alastor, and if you weren't delusional, you thought you heard the desperation in his voice, but his face gave nothing away. He readjusted in the chair by uncrossing his legs, giving you a full view of his hard cock in his pants. 

Never had you been filled with the need to fall on your knees and suck someone's cuck as if it was what you were created to do as you did now. You licked your lips and whined loudly as you circled the opening to your vagina with your finger, wishing it was Alastors finger or tongue that did it instead.

After circling for some time, you pulled your finger through your lips up to your clit and began touching your clit again. This time, with additional wetness, you let all the sounds you wished to make leave your mouth as you quickened the speed of your finger. 

"That's it, darling, you are doing so well." Whispered Alastor as he leaned forward in his chair, "When you feel like you're about to cum, remove your finger immediately."

The demand almost made you want to cry, but from the look Alastor was giving you, you did not want to challenge him. Savouring the feeling of your fingers a few seconds more before you removed your fingers from your clit that begged your release. The orgasm that had been at the tip of your fingers slowly fizzled out as you started to calm down. 

You looked at Alastor, who had moved from his chair to sit on the bed by your feet, waiting for his following instructions. 

"What a treasure you are, darling. So willing, so needy."

Alastor lifted his hand and, with the back of his fingers, caressed the inside of your thigh. The touch was so charged that it felt like you could cum from that mere touch alone. As your leg twitched from his touch, Alastor's tentacle tightened around your leg, pulling you closer to him. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you watched Alastor climb onto the bed, sitting on his knees between your legs.

"How long have you dreamt of this? How long have you been mine without me knowing it?" The look in Alastor's eyes grew increasingly intense as he leaned over you, looking down at you with an almost mad look in his red eyes. Out of nowhere, Alastor pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them, making your hips lift from the bed involuntarily at the pleasure. 

"How long, my dear? Answer me," he growled as his antlers grew. You could barely breathe as he continued to curl his finger repeatedly inside you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl. 

"Since... since I first met you!" you cried as your breathing quickened. Above you, Alastor chuckled darkly as he put his free hand on your left thigh. 

"So long. We have much time to catch up to, don't we, dear?" 

You could barely comprehend a single word that left his sinful mouth as you neared the orgasm you desperately wanted. And had you not made the mistake you would have made, you would have cum on Alastors finger. 

In your lustful haze, you placed your hand on Alastors arm, holding your thigh. Instantly, Alastor recoiled from you, and the second orgasms you had almost tipped over were ripped from you. 

"What did I say about not touching me?" 

Two new tentacles came out of nowhere and wrapped around your arms, pulling them above your head. 

As you begged and pleaded for forgiveness, the weight of your desperation was palpable. You implored Alastor not to leave you like this with every fibre of your being. The thought of losing him now was unbearable, and you knew that if he did leave, it would be the end of you.

Your legs shook from the strain of being in the same position for so long. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. You were overwhelmed with emotion, your heart aching with the fear and uncertainty of what would happen next. The tension in the air was unmistakable, and you held your breath, waiting for Alastor's response.

But he only looked at you from under heavy lids. Slowly, he lifted his hand that had fingered you and licked the wetness that was still on it. 

"If you think I would leave you now, my dear, you are indeed mistaken. You are mine now, and I will do with you as I please." Grabbing both of your legs under your knees, Alastor pulled you towards him before bending you backwards so your toes almost touched the bed beside your hands. He stared deep into your eyes as he put his tongue against you and licked you from your vaginas opening up to your clit. The sound you made had been ungodly and would have been a miracle if no one else in the hotel had heard you. 

Alastor quickly started to suck and lick your clit as your legs began to shake. You could feel the sinner's claws dug into your flesh as he grew increasingly frantic in his administration, acting almost like someone who had just been presented with a glass of water after 12 days in the desert. 

Pressure built up within you for the third time, this time stronger and more intense than the previous ones. Closer and closer, he took you to the edge you wished to fall from. 

Shaking, twisting, and pulling against your restraint, you let Alastors name fall from your lips loudly as you looked at him, giving you pleasure. Blood was dripping down from your thighs where his claws had dug into your skin, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the sweet release that you begging for. 

"Close, Alastor, I'm so close," the words tumbled out of you in a whisper as you looked on as the man licked your clit with the tip of his tongue. The only thing Alastor did was briefly look up at you as he continued to give you pleasure. 

Closer, closer, and then you fell. 

The orgasm ripped through your body like a tidal wave, making your thighs tremble uncontrollably. Your toes curled almost painfully as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

You had no idea when Alastor had put your legs back down, but suddenly, when you came to it, he was sitting by your head, gently brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead. 

"What a good little doe you were for me, my love." 

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POV: Your Alastor's wife and it's October

(A/N: I didn't read anything beforehand, so if you see any weird mix ups of whatever, I'm sure your brain can ignore it thank you <3)

“My dear!” Alastor exclaimed towards you, who was at the bar, conversing with Husk. Your attention changed so that Alastor had it fully, which made Husk roll his eyes and chug a drink down. “Mon amour! How are you this hellish evening? I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Ah, yes well,” Alastor tugged on his coat, his grin somewhat strained. It wasn’t obvious for the majority of the others, but it was to his wife. “Just some irritating demons on the streets, is all; nothing to worry about.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Alastor, I know what that face means.” 

He raised a curious brow. “Do you, now?”

“Mhm.” You sipped the last of your champagne, and thanked Husk for the drink, earning a nod from him. “It means you’re horny.”

…

…

…

“What? Noo!” Alastor attempted to brush off, his eyebrows stitched with disbelief. “You know how I am about anything sexual, dear. I—” “Yes, yes, it’s not really your thing; we all know that. However,” light flickered through your gaze as you bore into Alastor’s eyes. “That doesn’t mean you can’t escape that month you hate so much.”

Alastor remained quiet, his eye twitching. You shrugged. “I mean, hey, if you want to wait it out, suit yourself. People will ask where you’ve gone, and you don’t want them to give in to curiosity, do you?”

He hesitated before grunting, grabbing your wrist, causing you to yelp. “Fine.” 

As your giggles of amusement echoed in the halls, Charlie tilted her head. “What’s he going to do to her? Oh, no, I hope it isn’t anything horrible…”

Angeldust snorted, swirling his pink cocktail before sipping. “Nah, he’s probably gonna fuck’er.”

“What!?”

“Angeldust!” Vaggie exclaimed, causing the spider demon to look at her in surprise. “What? You saw the way he looked at her, plus the way she was teasin’. I thought it was obvious.”

Cherri bomb grinned. “No shit they’re gonna fuck. But it’s kinda weird, don’t cha think? The edgelord finally wants to bang someone.”

Charlie thought about it. “Well, they are married.”

“Wait, they’re fuckin’ what now?”

“Wow, is this month that tough you gotta drag me to your room, Alastor?” You teased, causing him to groan. “You don’t even want to know how much I had to endure for the past couple of days.” He replied. 

Your brows furrowed. “Honey, if it was hurting you, you could’ve asked me way sooner. You know I would’ve been more than happy to help you.”

Alastor laughed, locking his door, and whisking the swamp side of his room away to not let anything disturb them. “Of course, you would’ve been, darling; you’re always so willing to help. Speaking of which, would you be a doll and soundproof the area?”

You cocked an eyebrow, obliging nonetheless. With a flick of your wrist, blue wisps coated his bedroom, leaving some sort of shiny residue scattered in the room. “Oh, I didn’t realize it was going to be a rough night for the both of us…”

“Oh, shut it.” Alastor mumbled before walking towards you. He crashed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks with fervor and slight desperation. You let out a noise of surprise before giggling and allowing your husband to do whatever he needed to do. You snaked your arms around Alastor’s neck, scratching the base of his ears, just how he liked it.

He let out a soft sigh of bliss, his steps making the both of them stumble onto the bed, with him on top of your. Before, Alastor normally just locked himself somewhere private, usually his radio tower, until this stupid cycle wore off. But now that his wife, his technical mate, was right where he was currently residing, it was way more difficult than it was before to be cooped up.

He had attempted to take matters into his own hands, both literally and figuratively, and the only thing it gave him was sheer shame and embarrassment, so he had stopped trying. So, to have you below him was such a relief.

And yet, he wanted more. He needed more. 

He needed to taste you, and mark you, and show every single demon that came your way that you were his wife. No one else’s.

Alastor pulled back from the kiss, planting small yet precise marks on your jaw, causing you to softly moan so quietly it riled him up even more. 

He tried his best to keep his composure calm, to hold himself back. But he truly couldn’t with how foggy his mind made everything become. Alastor sunk his teeth into your neck, right below your pulse. You let out an animalistic groan, your back off of the mattress already. “Alastor, love, calm down—”

“Apologies, my dear, but I don’t think I can.” He responded tightly, licking the wound he inflicted fervently, shuddering as the metallic taste hit his tongue. You chuckled, sweeping his hair away from his face. “Alright, then. Do whatever you need to, sweetheart.”

Alastor tried to think clearly, to regain any sort of control he had in his sexual desires, but he so miserably failed. The urge to bite you and mark you and make everyone know that you were his overruled his mind. It was the only thing he could ever think straight at that moment.

“Mine…” He muttered, kissing and sucking on almost every single part of your neck. His hand had other plans, though, as it traced your figure until it reached your hips, and it squeezed hard. 

You let out a yelp and a moan, your breath practically nonexistent as you chuckled. “I’m yours, darling.”

His hand, even if it was just one, grounded you to the bed. You found yourself unable to move, not that you cared, anyway. Alastor rarely needed you in this sort of way, and to have him like this, so desperate, so needy, it made you feel things.

You were not quite sure what was going on hearing-wise, but you felt yourself saying Alastor’s name as a plea. He groaned, pulling himself away from your neck with a strained struggle. He drank you in, his smile still present. You almost laughed as his eyes didn’t match that, though, since they were looking at your outfit in disgust. He adjusted his position to balance himself before snapping it away, leaving you bare.

You gasped at the drop of temperature, causing you to scoff. “Alastor! At least warn a demon.” His deer ears twitched as he descended onto your collarbone, peppering kisses everywhere. “I apologize again, (name). I just…” He took a deep breath in and felt his eyelids fall heavy. “You’re intoxicating…”

At the mention of your name, you stirred slightly, feeling the heat pool down to your core. Alastor must have noticed this, however, since he started trailing kisses around your chest, his favorite part being the underside of it. He nipped at the skin and sucked like a dog in heat.

Well, a deer in rut, but one must digress.

You squirmed in your position as he bit down right before he resumed his trail of kisses down to your stomach. He could feel your arousal like it was his own, and that put him in quite the predicament.

“Aren’t you going to take care of yourself first, Al? You’re practically bursting.” You quietly asked, a hand running through red tufts of hair that was tickling your torso. A low growl escaped Alastor’s throat. “I will; have some patience, love.” Me? You’re literally bulging. “But right now, I need a taste of you…”

Your eyebrows twitched as they creased together. “What are you trying to do—” You cut yourself off with a yelp as Alastor planted a soft kiss on your clit, making your jump. “If I go too far,” Alastor started, gazing up at you through his bangs. “Tell me.”

You nodded, knowing that he never would go too far, and if he did, he would be too busy enjoying his meal to understand that. 

Alastor’s grin just stretched wider before probing his tongue into you, causing you to shudder with a groan at the feeling. You played with his ears, your breath being stolen away. Honestly, if it weren’t for his cannibalistic and homicidal instincts, he would’ve landed a spot in Heaven with how gentlemanly he was, giving you pleasure before indulging in his own.

Alastor was fully aware of the growing tent in his pants, but he paid it no mind, which he was glad he was at least able to do. With that, he knew his mind hadn’t succumbed to the worse thoughts that he dreaded the most.

He lapped and sucked up all of the juices you had to offer, his pace unforgiving and sloppy. You could feel your own claws puncture the mattress with how tight your grip was on it, but you were sure Alastor wouldn’t care later on. He doesn’t really…sleep.

With how quickly Alastor was working against you, you felt that knot in your stomach appear just as fast, making you curse under your breath. For someone who doesn’t really like anything inherently sexual, he sure is a master at it.

Alastor felt it. He felt you getting closer, and he wanted nothing more than to see you writhe in pleasure all because of him, and nothing, or no one, else. The hand that was gripping your thigh to the point of wounds hooked your leg onto his shoulder for the time being, holding it in place as he quickened his pace.

The only thing you could do was whimper and plead and whine. And every single syllable that dropped from your mouth went straight to his arousal, and he cursed internally. A string of violent curses escaped his wife’s lips as you tugged on Alastor’s hair, which led him to hiss in both the pain and pleasure it shamefully gave him. 

“Close—Alastor, wait—!” You managed to cry before snapping, waves of pleasure crashing into you intensely. You let out a demonic groan as Alastor drank you until your high faded.

Your head flopped onto the fluffy pillows of Alastor’s bed, staring at the red head of hair just where your abdomen started. The radio demon rested his head on the inner side of your thigh, catching his breath slightly, which caused a bit of feedback from the voice effect he always had on.

“Are you satisfied?” You asked, tilting your head. Despite the fact that Alastor kept smiling, his brows twitched. He was far from satisfied. 

You laughed, and Alastor could hear a bit of nervousness laced into it. Not that kind that was associated with fear, but the kind that was associated with excitement. 

It’s going to be a long night for the both of them.

You sat up properly before crawling to be in front of Alastor. “It’s quite unfair that I’m the only one bare right now.” You teased, undoing the buttons of his coat. Though, even as you did, he knew how much you enjoyed that power difference.

Alastor didn’t resist as you unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt underneath. You had stopped undressing him when his shirt hit the strain in his pants, and he felt an annoyed grunt scratching his throat at the lack of friction. “(Name), dear.”

“Hm?”

“You have to stop teasing…”

You scoffed out a laugh. “Is the radio demon attempting to beg right now?” Alastor’s face immediately turned bright red, the cold air that was hitting his bare chest not helping him, either. “Chérie, don’t make me do this—” “What, beg?”

You had figured out how to make it more fun for you, and more cruel for him.

It made him so embarrassingly hard.

Your positions were now flipped, since Alastor had tried (and failed) to cage you in, and so when he crawled towards you, you swiftly went behind him. So now, his back was towards the headboard, his ears pinned back slightly. Without his coat, you could really have a nice view of his small deer tail which was currently tucked in between his legs, barely covering the bulge in front of his pants.

His grin twitched. “So, how are you planning on taking advantage of our current situation?”

You laughed, a finger to his lips to shush him, which made an irk mark appear on his forehead. “Oh, dear Alastor, have some patience! You wanted me to have the same thing just minutes before, right?” Your finger swept to his chin to lift it up as you leaned in closer. So close Alastor heard your pulse.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your lips mere centimeters apart. Alastor sighed, ready to feel the sensation of your soft lips against his, but he only felt the cold air hit it instead. He opened his eyes to find you grinning with an eyebrow raised. His brows dropped as his smile strained, just as much as his pants were. Alastor cleared his throat before giving you an amused gaze. “Do you really think that would work on me?”

You shrugged, leaning forward to straddle yourself on him. He cursed under his breath (a rare scene, honestly. You savored every moment) as he felt himself buck against you. “Well, it did; there’s no real debate about it, hun.” You cupped one of his cheeks, in which he melted into, while tracing the outline of his deer ears with your other hand. You laughed breathlessly. “I’m sorry, your ears are just…absolutely divine.”

Alastor fought back every single moan and whine that you were pulling out of him from playing with his ears. “The things you do to me…” He whispered as he grinded against you slightly, that needed friction making him see stars. 

You almost lost self control at that statement. Just the way Alastor was slowly breaking under you purely because you were touching and prodding at his ears gave you such a power surge. Your hands made their way to his pants, where they undid them and freed Alastor, who had just hissed at the cold air hitting his cock.

You stared and ogled at the sight before you, your hand wrapping itself around it. Alastor tensed, his shoulders raised slightly. He let out a shaky breath, watching his own chest rise and fall to calm him down.

He was already leaking, and you used that to your advantage. You stroked painfully slowly, causing him to shiver. You glanced at Alastor’s expression with a sly smirk. “You’re enjoying this a lot, dear.”

Your tone was mocking; Alastor heard it. He tightly chuckled. “How would you know?”

“Alastor. You’re so hard right now.”

“Oh.” 

You snorted before increasing your pace against his cock. Alastor cleared his throat, feeling his mind fog with desire and lust, the two things he really wished hadn’t plagued his mind too much.

You felt a tentacle wrap around your left thigh, and your breath hitched. “Al?-” It started to massage your pussy, making you gasp and grip Alastor’s cock a bit too tightly.

He grunted in both pain and pleasure, that brief moment of extreme bliss washing away again. “(Name), love, I think you should calm down this time.”

“Well, it’s not my fault your stupid tentacles start to just—” You cut yourself by sighing in relief, the same tentacle you were referring to going in circles against your already sensitive clit. “I swear.” You muttered, quickening your pace against Alastor.

Suddenly, you stopped your hand, cursing when the tentacle wouldn’t do the same. At that lack of motion, Alastor swore under his breath, his grin showing annoyance as he grunted. Yet even with shocks of pleasure spreading across you body, you kept a steady face, the smile on your face absolutely shit-eating. “Is someone annoyed already? Doesn’t feel good when pleasure’s just taken from you, does it?” You swiped you thumb against his tip which made Alastor stir. He let out a low, dragged-out moan at the sensation. you repeated the motion, amused at the way Alastor took a sharp inhale and exhale, as if regulating his senses.

Alastor hated the way you pouted at him as if he were some pitiful creature. “Awh, does someone crave what he wants?” You scoffed, swallowing a gulp of saliva as the tentacle on your pussy quickened its pace. you attempted to think of something, anything, that could postpone your orgasm.

Ah, you knew.

Angeldust said something about Valentino having a waterboarding kink. Honestly, the thought of Valentino was enough.

You grinned, tilting your head as you set your pace to be irregular. When you knew Alastor was at the edge, you stopped, then when you knew that it subsided, you would continue. “You thought I wouldn’t make you beg for it?”

Alastor couldn’t help the lewd noises he was making, letting out strangled moans and whines and huffs. Just who do you think you are, making the radio demon beg for you?

Well, you are his wife.

Alastor tried to fight the urge to give in, but the way you were teasing him and playing with his pleasure made him want to snap. He averted your gaze as he muttered something incoherent, but you knew what it was.

You slowed your pace on his cock again, tilting your head in feigned innocence. “I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t catch that. You better speak up.” Immediately after you spoke, you bit your lip and cursed internally. You were so desperately close because of what Alastor’s tentacles were doing to you. Hell, you weren't even sure if Alastor knew that his tentacles were pleasing you to the brink of insanity.

Alastor’s pride and ego got the better of him, though, as he mumbled it again, just a bit louder.

“Alastor.” You warned. “Speak. Up.” You quickened your strokes before slowing them down again, smiling as you got the reaction you wanted from Alastor.

“Hhngh, please, darling…” He moaned, his eyelids heavy. Alastor’s grin twitched once more in annoyance. “Please, finish what you started…”

You were going to say something before you felt you coming close. you cursed under your breath, something you didn’t know if Alastor heard you or not. And just as you was about to reach the highest peak, 

The tentacle against your pussy stopped its rubbing, and you whined, arching you back. You were grateful for it, though. You could tease Alastor even more.

“Awh, Alastor,” you taunted. “Surely you can do better than that…right?” You placed a kiss beside the tip, and Alastor suppressed (but horribly failed) the need to moan. “Beg like you mean it.” 

Alastor accidentally whined, his eyebrow twitching once he heard himself. “Please, darling… don’t tease me like this…” You gazed into Alastor’s eyes, a look of mischief on your face as you stroked quicker. 

He moaned heavily, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. “Fuck, please let me finish already…!”

Your eyebrows shot up at that crisp swear, you grin stretching from ear to ear. “You’re getting there, love.” The speed of your strokes gradually increased. Suddenly, you felt the tentacles again, but this time, it was just one. It was two.

You discreetly attempted to glance back, getting interrupted by the thicker one prodding your entrance. you gasped, trying to regain your composure and control over him. You tried your best to focus on Alastor instead. “You’re so cute when you beg; you know that, right?” You propped yourself on your elbows instead of having your other hand support you to play with Alastor’s cock more.

More quickly than he would have wanted, Alastor felt himself losing control. He let out an animalistic groan, gritting his teeth. His shoulders tensed once more as he felt himself getting close. He bucked his hips into your hands, the friction making him whimper ever so slightly. “Please…please, please, please please…”

You had never heard Alastor so whiny, so helpless. It was unlike him, just allowing you to assert yourself in this kind of situation. But hey, you didn’t mind. In fact, you loved it.

You should visit more often.

The hand closer to his tip massaged it with the thumb, making Alastor cry out in response. His breath was shallow and ragged, and his voice was breaking. His radio filter was long gone, and just the sound of his real voice made you go crazy.

You felt yourself nearing your climax, too. With how quickly the two tentacles were either massaging or pumping into you, you realized it was inevitable.

You decided it would be ideal if you came together.

You immediately quickened your pace against him, the fact his whole intimidating facade was gone with how he was muttering pleas made your heart pump, if undead hearts could do so.

Alastor felt kisses against his inner thigh, and that was what sent him over the edge. With a cry of your name, strings and strings of white translucent fluid released itself from his cock. His hearing was compromised with a ringing sound, but he heard you moan his name out just a couple of seconds after him, your grip against him tightening as you never stopped stroking.

His breath hitched as he realized that you weren't going to stop. “Wait, (Name)—” He whined, his head hitting the pillow behind him. It was too much; the feeling, the pleasure, just everything. He hadn’t even touched himself in decades, so to just have someone stroking him even after he came felt painfully pleasurable.

Thankfully, you stopped after some time, your grip loosening as you caught your breath. Somewhere during that time frame, your right hand made its way to his thigh, acting as a pillow for your cheek. your eyes trailed down Alastor’s twitching cock, and you grinned, liking a stripe from base to tip.

He shivered, his eyes closed as he held his forehead. He placed his hand down onto the mattress and… Why were there punctures in it?

Just as Alastor was about to ask, he noticed movement behind you, his brows furrowed. Then, he saw it. He saw the shadowy tentacles he knew were his.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked at the now flushed out you who was half-lidded with your ass in the air. “My dear?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Why are my tentacles…out?”

“Huh?” You glanced back and sweatdropped as you finally realized just how thick they were. No wonder You felt full. “Oh, they–” You cleared your throat. “They were…fucking me. I thought you knew that.”

Alastor’s eye twitched before he let out a chuckle. “Well, I apologize for that, dear. Though, I hope you can still take more, since,” he sat up straight, helping you fix your posture before picking you up by your hips and straddling you against him, your pussy just mere centimeters on top of his cock. “I’ll be handling you now.” Alastor glanced up to look you in the eyes. “Do you consent?”

“You know I always do.”

Alastor huffed out a laugh. “Whatever you say, darling.” He strained himself as he held every ounce of the animalistic urge that he had kept constrained as he made you sink down onto him. A guttural moan forced itself out and he started to grip your hips tighter, using that as a way to bounce you on his cock.

You always knew and understood how mating seasons work, from their cycles to the subject’s attitude during. Well, you needed to read about it; one can never have too much knowledge, right?

You weren't sure about one thing, though: if demons experienced the same kind of cycle that their animal counterpart did. Well, this explains it.

It was obvious that Alastor was attempting to help you adjust to his throbbing dick but just the idea of being inside you drove him towards the edge. He bucked his hips at the same rhythm you bounced on him.

Your mind was clouded with lust and pure bliss. Alastor’s cock was kissing your cervix one too many times, and it sent you to absolute ecstasy. your lips formed a lazy grin as you kissed him hungrily, causing his hips to stutter.

With no ounce of shame left in his body, he allowed himself to groan and whine at every thrust he did in you, savoring how warm everything felt. How ironically heavenly you made him feel. 

The only unfortunate thing in Alastor’s mind was the desire to breed. To fill you up until his cum splattered onto his mattress. He wanted to make a mess of you, and possibly himself in the process. Alastor needed to make sure you knew that you were his, and his alone.

Somehow his lips made their way to your neck, savagely nipping and sinking his teeth into your flesh until he tasted metal. That sweet intoxicating flavor that always drove him wild.

you dug your nails into Alastor’s back, feeling your climax rising up again. It wasn’t long until you were spewing curse words that would make a normal man break down and cry as you felt the cord in your stomach violently snap again. 

But Alastor wasn’t stopping. He started to prioritize his release the moment he slipped inside of you. His pace never faltered; in fact, it quickened at an inhuman speed, causing your gasps of air to be just hiccups.

“You’re making me see stars.” He whispered into your ear, desperate and whiny. He could feel that build up happening again, and this time, he was going to get what he wanted as quickly as possible.

Fuck, just the idea of him cumming inside of you almost broke him. He knew that since you were both sinners, you could no longer have children, but it would never hurt to try, right?

His grip against your hips tightened to ground you in place as moaned as loudly as you had ever heard him. He pumped inside of you, thrusting harshly yet slowly until he felt himself fully inside you. you gasped, feeling your pussy stretch until something absolutely huge squeezed itself inside you.

Wait, did Alastor just–

Loads and loads of cum painted your walls, filling you up to the brim. Alastor’s teeth bit your shoulder as he released inside of you. you felt your mouth dry as you finally gasped for air, involuntary moans coming out for you.

You stayed like that for a minute or two, chests heaving as you caught their breath. Alastor’s knot finally deflated, yet it felt like he didn’t want to leave the position. However, you were still at the hotel, and the others might probably be looking for them.

Even worse, they might think they did something steamy.

Well, you did, but Alastor didn’t want that thought in their heads.

He planted a kiss on your forehead, his lips slightly burning from your skin. “We should get going, my dear.” He whispered, his radio filter back on.

“Did you know you could do that?”

“Do what, love?”

you looked at him through lazy eyes. But even if you did, he could practically feel the mischief beaming through them. “Knot.”

Alastor stitched his eyebrows together, confused. “What’s…knotting?”

you tilted your head. “You don’t know how your cycles work?” He averted your gaze, his ears flopping down in embarrassment. “I’ve never really done this before, dear.”

Your grin turned devilish. “Well…”

Oh, deer (hah). It’s going to be a long night for them.

“Where is Alastor?” Charlie asked, looking around. “I’ve been trying to call him for an hour or so but I haven’t seen him.”

Angeldust snorted before it turned into a cackle. “Like I said, toots! He’s probably in his room, fuckin’ the shit outta (Name).”

“I really doubt tha–” “Good evening, everyone!” Alastor exclaimed, his usual outfit now on. His grin remained constant as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “I do apologize for not being present for the past couple of hours. I had some business to do.”

“Yeah, her.” Angeldust mumbled, a smirk on his face. He lifted his face to look at you. “How was it?”

You just smiled, tilting your head. At that, the whole crew saw what you were trying to show.

Marks and marks of bites all over your neck, bruising it a little. They were surprised that it wasn’t bleeding with how wounded it was. 

Angeldust’s mouth went agape with a smile. He wasn’t entirely serious about that statement, but for it to actually be true? This was a day he never saw coming. “Ho-holy shit!” He exclaimed with a laugh. “I didn’t realize it was actually true!” 

Mama's Boy (Alastor and motherly!reader)

(A/N: I would just like to add before this that mother deers like to clean their young to remove their scent from predators. And that Alastor is severely ooc here, no matter what I do)

POV: Reader is an overlord whose main schtick is mothering every. Single. Demon. In their path.

Your eyes scanned the outside of this Hazbin Hotel that some of the sinners were making fun of down on the street. “Redemption, my ass. I’d rather die a second time,” one of them remarked.

So, you helped them with their wish. They should be more careful about what they say, and you made sure to give them sufficient punishment.

How you reveled in their screams.

With a smile, you knocked on the door, politely waiting for someone to open it. They were muffled, but you could hear some shuffling and excited voices, squealing and giggling like a high school girl.

A woman with long blonde hair and a red suit practically swung the door open, the grin on her face twice as wide as yours. “Hi! I’m Charlie Morningstar; welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” You admired her eagerness and her energy, stepping into the threshold calmly. “(Name), darling. Pleasure to meet the owner of the hotel.” You put your hand out for her to shake, in which she accepted with a flustered smile. 

“Oh, thank you!”

You nodded at Charlie courteously before glancing around the interior; it could use some work, but it felt homey enough, nothing you couldn’t enhance.

You turned to Charlie, allowing yourself to speak before her. “Now, before you say anything, I’m not here to be a resident.” You noticed the way her face slightly fell, so you quickly added, “I’m here to assist you, sweetheart; don’t worry. I have…” You let out a deep breath. “Faith in your cause.”

At that, she beamed. “YES! Thank you so much! Who knows, maybe you could get redeemed, too!” 

You laughed at her words. “I think it would take more than just a simple helping hand to redeem me, but if that’s what you believe, then who am I to defy? You are the princess of Hell, after all.”

“Yes, thank you!” Someone with long gray hair and an “x” over their eye exclaimed, residing beside Charlie. “This is what I was talking about, Charlie; people don’t take your authority seriously!”

“Ooh, but it’s feels so mean to–”

The both of them realized that they left you hanging, and quickly shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. This is Vaggie, my girlfriend!” Charlie introduced, and you, in turn, shook Vaggie’s hand. You were surprised and quite pleased at how firm and secure she gripped your hand; it wasn’t new to you but it did feel good to know that there were people in Hell that could do such a thing.

“Hello, Vaggie. It’s nice knowing you.” You acknowledged before looking at the other sinners scattered around the first floor. “Would you mind introducing me to the others? I mean, if I’m to help here, I should know them, right?”

Charlie winced slightly at her forgetfulness and nodded. “Yes, of course, of course! This is Husk, our bartender,” she led you to the bar (which you were pleasantly shocked about; you didn’t realize that alcohol was allowed in being redeemed, but you assumed it was for celebrations) where a cat demon stayed behind the counter, cheap booze in his grip. He nodded at you respectfully, a gruff look seemingly plastered on his face.

Good God, he looked absolutely messy.

You couldn’t help yourself when you licked your thumb and pressed it against his fur. You tutted, shaking your head. “Take care of yourself, good sir! Looking good is one of the main aspects of self-sustenance.”

Husk hissed at you initially, though almost immediately, his tense body relaxed, slightly giving into your grooming. He noticed what you were doing just as quickly, though, and jumped out of your touch, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck was that!?”

“You had dirt on your face, sweetie; what was I supposed to do? Let it stay there?” You reasoned before sighing. You turned to Charlie, your voice coated in sincerity. “I apologize for interrupting you. Please, continue.”

She grinned at what you did to Husk before leading you to the parlor, where a lanky spider demon draped himself across the couch. “This is Angeldust, one of our residents!”

“Your only resident.” He corrected, sitting up properly (if you count the fact that his legs were on top of one of the armrests as “sitting up properly”, that is). 

You raised your eyebrows; this hotel continued to surprise you more. “Yes, I know you. You’re quite famous where I reside.” A small smile graced your lips to assure the porn star that you didn’t mean it in a degrading way.

“Woa-hoh, didn’t expect you to live somewhere where I’m famous but,” he shrugged, a small scoff escaping him. “Where am I not?”

At that you laughed, closed fingers covering your mouth. “I like your poise, Angel, dear. Please keep it up; you would’ve made your mother proud.”

He snorted at your words. “What, by being a porn actor?”

You shook your head. “By believing in yourself.”

It sounded corny, Angeldust knew that, but somehow it gave him a pang in his heart. He laughed, his grin turning genuine. “Thanks, toots.”

Charlie’s smile was practically blinding you as she attempted to contain her excitement. Though by the way she was holding back her jumping, she was failing. “You’re going to help so many people! Gah, you’re going to fit right in.”

You cupped your cheek in a slight flush, lips curled up bashfully. “Why thank you, dear Princess; such a charmer.”

Suddenly, a shadow traveled from across the room, and behind Charlie materialized a deer demon. She noticed his presence and turned to look at him. “This is Alastor!” She stepped back so that Alastor could shake your hand, and you were quite pleased by how he initiated it. “Our facility manager.”

“Pleasure to be meeting you, my dear, quite a pleasure! May I know your name?” He grinned (as if he wasn’t before), resting his hands on top of his microphone. You bowed your head courteously. “I’m (Name), darling.”

You glanced at his hair and sighed. “Your hair is going to irritate your face, Alastor.” You walked towards him until you two were close enough for your to touch his bangs, and the other two sinners you were with held their breath at it.

He tensed, sure, but as you swept his hair away from his eyes as much as you could, he let out a small chuckle. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.”

You quietly laughed at that. “Well, I do tend to exude a motherly attitude, according to some people. Hold still.” You did the same thing to Alastor as you did to Husk, licking your thumb and wiping his cheek. There wasn’t anything on it, but you felt the urge to do so.

Alastor’s smile softened, his brows knitting at your actions. “Do you do this with everyone?”

“More or less.” You placed your hands on your hips and nodded at yourself, proud of your own work. You clasped your hands, smiling as you glanced around again. “Well, I can’t wait to be a part of your team, Your Royal Highness!”

She blushed at your words, giggling slightly. “Please, just call me Charlie!”

“Whatever the princess says.”

It had been around 3 months since your unannounced and unsolicited aid, and so far everyone had been enjoying your presence. You would constantly cook for the hotel members alongside Niffty, that cute little thing that apparently cleans the hotel. You admired her ability to be able to take care of the majority of the house work, but you wondered how much she could actually take. Why not help her lessen the load?

You were also there whenever anybody needed some motherly advice, or a brutally honest opinion structured in constructive criticism. Charlie went to you the most about that matter, asking you what “exercises” the hotel staff + Angel should do to help them get redeemed. Vaggie would ask for your judgment about certain things, but more specifically about Charlie and how she could support her. They were incredibly tight-knit; it almost made you jealous.

Angeldust went to you to rant, your company too comfortable for him to not do so. You knew who Valentino was long before he started talking about him, but the more Angeldust talked to you about him, the more you wanted to discipline his moth ass. 

You found yourself attempting to groom Husk on multiple occasions, too. You would always have a handy brush by your side, ready to smoothen the knots and mats in his fur that would occur overtime. Husk used to try to stop you, but grew too fond of your care to give a fuck anymore.

The only person that hadn’t changed since your appearance was Alastor. He was always so polite to you, but kept his distance. As if you were just an acquaintance. 

You decided to pay him a visit.

You knocked on his door with one of your knuckles, your ear close to it. “Alastor, dear? May I come in?”

“Of course, (Name)!” You heard his muffled voice say, and with that you entered. You hadn’t ever been to his room before, so imagine your surprise when you saw the outdoors taking up half of his room.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked courtly, sat down on one of his cushioned chairs beside the fireplace. You shook your head, closing the door behind you. “Not necessarily,” you replied, tilting your head towards the chair across him as a silent way of asking. 

Alastor nodded, and with his consent you sat down, crossing your legs. “Then, may I ask why you decided to visit me?” 

You just smiled sweetly at him, your eyes sharply scanning his appearance. “How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m doing quite well, dear, thank you for asking.” He responded, his tone cheerful. But before he could reciprocate the question, you interrupted his attempt. “No, how are you feeling? Anything you need to…” you shrugged. “Get off your chest?”

His eye twitched at your words, and he strained a chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear (Name); there is nothing to get off my chest!”

You nodded slowly, your brows creasing in fake thought. “Alright, then. So, your need to help this hotel and its cause not because of your own personal needs, like what you want people to assume, but because the others are slowly growing on you isn’t something you’d like to admit? To talk about, perhaps?”

Alastor immediately stiffened at your words, the atmosphere around the two of you suddenly thickening as your vision seemed to get darker. “Aha, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular.” You grinned, a hand on your chest. “So, your fear of actually being vulnerable in front of people that could potentially be the death of you doesn’t sprout from something that happened when you were alive?”

His figure towered over you almost immediately, as if threatening you. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do, darling. You have much on your mind, and I can tell.” You blinked at him, unconvinced and unbothered, crossing your arms. “You were a mama’s boy, weren’t you?”

The air stilled around you as the demon that controlled it did the same thing. “I loved her dearly,” was all Alastor said.

“I know.” You softly replied, watching as his body morphed into its original state. “Do you miss her?”

He hesitated. Alastor shouldn’t be telling you all of this, and yet it felt right to do so. “I would kill to see her again, but I’m certain that she’s living the happiest afterlife in Heaven.”

You nodded in understanding. “I know. I’m sure she would want to see her son as well. I could tell just by how she raised you that she loves you as much as you love her.”

Loves. Present tense, not past. 

He laughed at your statement, sitting back down on his chair. “Would she love who I became?”

“Alastor, a mother’s love goes beyond everything else.” You stated, a warm smile playing on your lips. “You should know that. Was she a single mother?”

He scoffed at your assumption, his body slightly relaxing. “How do you seem to know everything?”

“Well,” you lifted your shoulders briefly. “One might say a mother knows all.”

Alastor’s laugh was bittersweet, his shoulder lifting at each chuckle. As it died down, though, you stood up, your arms opened wide.

He narrowed his eyes at you, his sincere smile straining. “What are you doing?”

“Come on, Alastor, you know what I’m doing.”

He froze, contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t fond of physical touch that wasn’t initiated by him, nor was he fond of people assuming he was. But your presence felt… different.

He sighed, shaking his head as he lifted himself off of the chair. “Alright, fine.”

If Alastor were to be honest, he had fully expected a half-hearted hug. He had just told you some vulnerable secrets, after all; maybe an embrace was obligatory afterwards. But as your hand cupped the back of his head gingerly as the other clinged onto his back, Alastor felt his heart sting.

He hadn’t felt something like that in decades.

He laughed faintly, his arms wrapping around your waist like a child whose mother had been on a trip for the past week. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.” He whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know.”