Robin-the-enby - Never Meant To Be Human

Hiya I bloody love your writing. I was wondering wether you could write one where reader threatens silco with a knife and he likes it a bit too much

ooooooh I very much like this! Thank you, anon!

And as a reminder, my inbox is always open for silco/reader requests! With the caveat that my timing is entirely unpredictable. (Vampire anon, I swear I will fulfill that request. It's just taking me forever.)

Red-handed

AO3 link

Word count: 2.1k

Beta reader: @deny-the-issue

Tags: silco x f!reader, young Silco, smut, pervy Silco, peeping Silco, thinking-with-his-cock Silco, mutual masturbation, sassy reader,

It’s not something he’s ever done.

But you drove him to do this.

No, maybe not intentionally. But with your lingering presence in the Sons of Zaun’s base of operations, Silco finds he cannot focus.

Every meeting you attend, every mission you escort, Silco cannot get your form out of his mind. Your plush lips, your intoxicating laugh. The way your cheeks blush when you’ve had just one too many drinks at the bar. Ever since you joined the crew, Silco finds himself tongue-tied and unable to withhold his usually calm and aloof demeanor, as if his brain has short-circuited and you are the fuse with too much power, with no hope of controlling the magnitude of your effect in sight. 

You drove him to do this.

It’s the only way.

The only way for him to get over you.

He continues to tell himself this—knowing full well that it’s all a lie—as he scales the side of your apartment building, ocean-green eyes affixed to the window that he knows leads to your bedroom. Once, twice, his hands almost lose their grip on the harsh, rough brick wall, palms sweaty from nervous excitement.

And, oh, what glee! When he finds your bedroom window cracked open and you nowhere to be found. Long fingers tuck under the wooden edge, slowly—painstakingly—opening the window just enough to allow himself through. By some miracle, it doesn’t make a sound, and he’s able to crouch through undetected. But then—

Footsteps.

Your footsteps.

And they’re walking toward the door to this very room.

Silco’s eyes dart around for somewhere to hide, head whipping around. He’s so overcome with panic that he doesn’t notice his hair tie falling from his head to land on the floor, unraveling his messy hair to rest along his sharp cheekbones.

Not enough room under the bed. Wait! There!

He silently leaps into your closet through the small gap in the door, heart hammering in his chest. With one hand pressed to his mouth to quiet his frantic breathing, he looks through the slats of the door to see you emerge from the hallway. 

You’re dressed in nothing but a towel, its soft green fabric wrapped around your middle. Your head is covered by the matching towel you use to dry off your hair, chin tucked as you make your way through your room.

Silco’s eyes scan down your body, his throat bobbing when he sees how high the hem of the towel sits on your thighs and the way your skin glistens from remnants of your shower. He can feel the front of his pants strain as blood rushes to his navel. Green eyes wide, he watches with bated breath, heart an unsustainable rhythm as he realizes what your next move will be.

His eyes dart around him, surrounded by your clothes. The clothes that you’ll be wanting to change into very soon.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Maybe he can hide behind some of the hanging garments, but the closet is so small, there’s no room to maneuver. Internally, he bangs his head against the wall, chiding himself for his idiotic plan.

He clearly had thought this through with the wrong head.

Perhaps he just makes a break for it. If he runs quickly enough, he can dart out toward the front door and sprint like his life depended on it. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to tell who it was.

But the thought of leaving you to deal with the trauma of an unknown stalker twists a dagger into his chest. You don’t deserve to have your safe space violated in such a way.

So why did you do this in the first place?

Silco’s nails dig into his palm as he clenches his fist together at his side.

Stupid stupid stupid!

His self-flagellation is cut short when he hears your footsteps pause abruptly. Looking through the slats, Silco finds you with your second towel draped around your shoulders, your chin tucked, and your gaze affixed on the single black hair tie on the hardwood floor.

Free-hand shoots up to the base of his head to find his low ponytail undone, his long hair now hanging almost to his shoulders.

Fuck!

You pull your towel tighter around yourself before bending down, delicate fingers reaching out for the mystery item. It’s certainly not one of yours. Silco’s fully aware of your penchant for all things green in your wardrobe, your hair accessories no exception. 

Straightening up, you roll the hair tie between your thumb and forefinger, looking at it curiously before looking around the bedroom.

To Silco’s surprise, you don’t look scared.

You simply look confused.

He watches your face as you run through all the possibilities until finally realization paints your features. Then, with the precision of an apex predator, your eyes land on the closet door.

Silco squeezes his eyes shut, his body giving into the third possible reflex of fight, flight, or freeze. His ears pick up the sound of creaking wood as your steps approach his position.

The door opens and Silco feels something cool underneath his chin.

“Silco,” you hum with more amusement than anger.

Eyes still shut, Silco raises his hands in surrender.

“I didn’t look. I haven’t seen anything.”

“Oh, what a gentleman,” you reply, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I came to see you.”

You scoff.

“Did the front door elude you?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come.

There’s no way out of this. It’s obvious to anyone with a pair of working eyes what he came here to do. He waits for your wrath, eyelids starting to hurt from how tightly he’s holding them closed. The seconds pass in silence and he’s acutely aware of the cold metal resting against his skin, tucked under his chin.

“Open your eyes,” you instruct, annoyance in your tone.

He does and confirms his suspicion, gaze falling on your outstretched arm that leads to the knife you hold in your hand at his throat. Something about you holding him in such a vulnerable position sends warmth to his belly, rekindling the leftover arousal from earlier. Silco winces, unable to stop his body’s reaction to the predicament he’s found himself in.

Your eyes narrow at his expression, only for them to slowly drift down to the front panel of his pants and the growing tent he’s pitching there.

One of your eyebrows ticks upward.

“Well, I’d say it’s pretty obvious what you came here for,” you hum, amused.

“I’m sorry,” he grovels, finally finding his voice. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your pupils dilate slightly at the confession.

“I thought maybe if… if I did this, it would…” His throat bobs as he struggles to continue. “It would help me get over you. And I can get back to working like I used to.”

You consider him for a moment, your blade still pressed to his skin with the slightest amount of pressure. After a few seconds of thought, you slowly pull the knife away. Silco lets out a short sigh of relief.

“Then do it,” you say, tossing the knife onto your vanity with a loud clang. “Do whatever it is you were planning to do.”

Silco’s eyes widen and the instruction sends even more blood to rush between his legs. 

“What?”

You take a few steps back before sitting down on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. The towel hikes up at the movement and Silco is unable to stop the reflex of his eyes darting to the dark shadow under the hem of your towel.

“Do it,” you repeat. “Unless you were planning on just watching and then jerking off once you got home.”

Silco’s mouth falls open as he steps out of the closet.

“I was not going to—”

“Mmmm,” you hum, unconvinced, tilting your head toward his growing erection. “Your current state would say otherwise.”

His mouth gapes like a fish, unable to counter your flawless argument.

You lean back on the bed, hands resting behind you as you uncross your legs.

“I’m not letting you leave until you do, Silco.” 

You spread your legs.

“So come on. This is your one chance.”

Green eyes dart between yours, searching.

Surely, this is a trap.

His gaze flicks to the vanity with your knife and back to the bed.

She’s got something else planned.

But then you’re pulling open your towel and letting it fall around you, your sex on full display. Your chest is covered by the towel draped around your shoulders, but Silco can see a peek of the bottom curve of your breasts and it’s the final nail in the coffin.

“I’m waiting,” you taunt.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Silco lets out a long sigh as he takes himself in his hand, eyes never leaving you. You sit up a bit straighter, your chest pushing forward as your lips curl into a mischievous grin.

With one experimental stroke, Silco holds back a grunt deep from the back of his throat. You nod in silent instruction and he continues, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock as he focuses his efforts on his reddened head.

Satisfied, you pull the last remaining bit of cover off you, discarding the towel at your shoulder to fall onto the hardwood, revealing your breasts and your nipples, hardened from the chill air.

And maybe even from…?

The thought of you getting turned on by Silco’s display sends a surge of pleasure through him and he’s unable to contain the hushed groan from leaving his lips. He’s certain he can’t take much more of this, but then you’re bringing your hand to the apex of your legs, fingers moving with purpose as you touch yourself.

Involuntarily, Silco takes a step forward, aiming to close the distance between your bodies. 

You raise your free hand, index finger pointing to the ceiling in warning as you shake your head.

“Look,” you whisper as you swipe a curious circle into your clit, eliciting a small, perfect little gasp from your lips. “Don’t touch.”

Cock in hand, standing across from your naked body, Silco can’t help but wonder how he ended up here. How the gods had blessed him with the most ideal of outcomes. As his pace gets faster and his grip gets tighter, he wonders why he didn’t do this much sooner.

The sounds of you pleasuring yourself—from the slick sounds of your fingers to your soft whimpers and moans—send Silco barreling toward his climax. Eyes locked, your chests both heave as your breathing grows more broken. As both of your speeds continue to pick up, a familiar blush blossoms on your cheeks as you start to crest your peak.

You’re the first to break, your wails reaching unholy heights as you ride out your orgasm. Silco watches in awe as your face twists in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. The image of you coming undone is all it takes to unleash Silco’s release, a groan at his throat as he comes all over his hand, some of it spilling onto the hardwood floor below.

Breaths broken, hearts pounding, you both recover from your highs—you slumped down on your bed as Silco takes a step back to rest against the closet door. 

For a moment, there’s only the sound of your labored breathing.

The mattress groans as you sit up, eyes lingering on the form of Silco’s spent cock in his hands. Grabbing the towel beside you, you toss it to him. He catches it clumsily with his free hand, a soft “thanks” at his throat.

“As lovely as that was, Silco,” you say rising to your feet, “I need you to get the fuck out of my apartment.”

You smirk, taking a step forward.

“I have a date tonight.”

Something green and ugly bubbles up within Silco’s chest, rising to contort his face into an expression of disgust.

“Is someone jealous?” you add.

He replies with a smirk of his own, the brain cells that had eluded him for weeks now finally returning.

“Why should I be? When you’ve already given the main attraction away,” he says, motioning to your naked form.

“Oh, sweetie,” you coo, bringing up a hand—the hand you had used to pleasure yourself—to stroke a line from his temple down his cheek to his chin. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.”

You pop your finger into your mouth, licking yourself clean with a pop. Silco’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, pupils dilating. Then, with the precarious confidence of his afterglow, he wraps his free hand around your middle, pulling your body flush with his.

“Is there anything I can do to make you cancel your date?”

Your head tilts curiously.

“Perhaps. What’s the refractory period on that?” you ask, hand pointing to Silco’s spent cock.

“Not very long,” he hums. “And that’s not what I would be using.”

One of your eyebrows ticks upward, your lips curling into a grin.

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

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Alastor Prompt Game

Hello there! I'm Dottie (aka dot), and welcome to the first prompt game here on this blog :)

If you've never seen/participated in a prompt game before, not to worry! They are very easy to understand, and this one in particular is meant to be accessible to everyone.

Here's some general information about the prompt game:

This prompt game will run for one week beginning on 02/19/2024 (when this post goes up).

The game will be for Alastor x Reader requests only, but there are no restrictions on what type of x reader fic is requested, so both romantic and platonic are welcome.

With that being said, here's how to "play":

1. Using this spinner, let fate decide the word count for your prompt request. 2. Select a prompt. Feel free to use your own or submit/gain inspiration from either of the prompt lists posted to this blog, which can be found here and here. 3. Send in your prompt and any information you'd like me to know about it alongside the randomly generated word count number you spun for previously.

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Letters from Silco

In classic me fashion, I have discovered a new hyperfixation within my Silco brainrot and that is writing letters from Silco by hand. I started it with the letter found in TMSA 27 and now I've written one for all Silco simps to enjoy.

A Reminder

Word count: 250

Tags: Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, short-term long distance, soft Silco, horny Silco, suggestive language but no actual smut

My dearest,

I regret that my work has pulled me from you for this long. You can be certain that the person responsible for the mishap—for extending the need for my presence—will be facing serious consequences. This project becomes a larger headache by the day and I must face it without you by my side. But I take comfort knowing that I will be seeing you soon.

I cannot wait to hold you against me again. To look into your eyes and press my lips to yours. I fear, in our time apart, my tongue has forgotten your taste; I'm in desperate need of a reminder. I crave you, need you as a fire needs oxygen.

I have not known relief since leaving your side and I must apologize for the manner in which I intend to reclaim you as mine upon my return. The fervor with which I will devour every last bit of you. I will reacquaint myself with every curve of your body, every exquisite, supple inch of your flesh. I will leave no trace of you untouched, no part of you unworshipped. 

You will not leave my sight for a full day.

I will make sure of it.

But until then, I must work swiftly to get our efforts back on track. The sooner this error has been corrected, the sooner I can come home to you.

Wait for me, my beloved, and I will make up for every day lost. I promise you.

Yours,

Silco

If you would like a (digital copy) of a Silco letter of your own, check out this post for details on how to request one!

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 11)

Have a nice big chapter/part for the weekend! :D

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Part 11:

Did.. did Charlie just say... Alastor?

You felt someone poke your face, multiple times, all at once, "Hey, Hey, miss bandage face, you good?"

You blink rapidly, being pulled out of your stupor and laugh awkwardly, "Ah haha, uh yeah. Yup, I'm good... Haha, thanks Angel.."

Angel just squints at you, not convinced of your act at all but just sighs and says, "Alright, whatever you say, weirdo.." and then returns back to chatting with Husk.

Vaggie, who was sitting next to you struck up a conversation, "Are you really sure you're okay to be up and around already? You look like you saw a ghost or something."

You briefly glanced at the radio that was sitting on the mantle on the wall before returning your attention to Vaggie, "Yeah, being up was much better than sitting doing nothing, I thought I was going to waste away if I didn't do something."

Vaggie sighs and nods her head, "I know the feeling."

"And.. I swear I thought I heard Charlie mention the name Al-"

"Alastor! You're back! We have a new guest staying at the hotel! Come say hi!" Charlie shot out of her seat as soon as she saw Alastor's shadows start to manifest, signaling his return.

You felt your blood run cold as your suspicions were confirmed. Yes, she just said Alastor. How common could that name be down here? This is just a coincidence, surely- Of all names!

"My, my dear Charlie, you seem quite excited! I haven't seen you bouncing off the walls like this in ages!" Alastor chuckles as he allows Charlie to practically drag him over by the wrist to the group.

He sounds like a radio host...

Your breath starts to quicken as Charlie guides him over to you, his aura feels so oppressive, unlike any Overlord you had ever met before... But what made your hair really stand on the back of your neck was the static noise that filled the air as he got closer. You felt your eyes shake and your gut sink in your stomach.

What was this feeling?

You gulp and look up, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights as you make eye contact with this "Alastor".

"Go on! Introduce yourself!" You felt Charlie nudge you excitedly, in an attempt to nudge you out of your frozen state.

On his face, a large, creepy grin/smile- (if you could even call it that) grew even larger on his face - a feat you didn't even know was possible. You felt like you should be scared but then... It dawned on you.

That feeling in your gut dissipated instantly and it felt like a weight got suddenly lifted off your chest.

This was Alastor. This was your Alastor.

Tears start rolling down your face uncontrollably as your body is racked with sobs.

"Heyyy! Hey! It's okay, (y/n)! I know Al can be a wee bit intimidating sometimes but I promise he's not a bad guy! Well... mostly.. haha..." Charlie trails off with a nervous chuckle as she scrambles around the lobby to find you some tissues to dry your tears.

Upon hearing your name said out loud, a loud record scratch filled the air.

"Haha... ha...Charlie, dearest! My, you'd think the years are catching up to me! Was that some sort of joke? Why, I didn't know you wanted to become a comedian! Did you say.. (y/n)? That must be a mistake. I've only ever known one person by that name and they surely couldn't have ended up in Hell of all places!" Alastor chuckles, the laugh track coming from his staff warping as he hovers over Charlie with an intimidating aura- thinking she was playing some sort of sick joke on him.

Charlie whips around to see Alastor up in her face and then she scrambles back, "Woah! What? Alastor! Gods, no, why would I joke about our new guest? That would go against everything i'm trying to do here!"

Alastor's gaze darts over to you, "You see, I think this '(y/n)' and I need to have a chat..." His eyes narrow as he makes quotation marks with his fingers as he says your name.

He walks towards you and grabs your wrist with force, finger like claws starting to dig into your arm- despite protest from Charlie and Vaggie to let you go- to stop harassing their new guest because you were still quite injured and fragile. Even Angel and Husk got up from their seats at the bar after hearing the commotion in the lounge and started yelling at him to stop hurting you because it was very apparent that you were in pain with how rough he was handling you.

Then, with a snap, he teleports you and himself up to his radio tower- away from all the commotion.

Alastor slams the door shut with a fury that you've never seen before, and locks it to make sure you won't even try to make a feeble attempt at an escape.

He was powerful. Alastor knew he didn't really need to lock the door because with his power, he could vaporize you before you even thought of making a dash for the door. He did it as an intimidation tactic because he knew the fear it instilled in his prey.

Now, walking towards you, he pointed his staff at your chest, and leaned in close to your face. Strange static and symbols fill the air as he and his antlers grow in size, towering over you.

"Now... who are you really? You get one chance to make a feeble excuse before I kill you and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear, for making a mockery of my dear (y/n) by taking the name of my beloved and masquerading around Hell- thinking you can show up here like this to try and mess with ME- tHe RaDiO DEMON."

You see dark shadows and tentacle-like masses appear, and you stumble backward until your back hits a wall, never breaking eye contact with him- your lip quivering in fear.

"I.. But- It... is me...hun... I missed you so much..." You whisper with a somber smile that's quickly warped into an ugly crying face. The unrelenting tears keep rolling down your face, and your left hand reaches up towards his even more demonically altered form that towers over you in a desperate attempt to get him to recognize you.

Before you can touch his face, one of his hands snatches your wrist and pulls it closer to himself to examine the sparkle that caught his eye as you started to reach out to him, roughly jostling you and lifting you up in the air by your wrist as a result.

You wince briefly at the pain in your wrist and shoulder joints as he examines your hand when you remember you were wearing your ring. You never took it off all these years.

You could hear his breath hitch just ever so slightly over the static as he gently put you down and let your feet touch the floor again.

Alastor realized that the ring on your left ring finger was the exact one he had gotten for you- the one he put on your ring finger right before he buried you right the night you were brutally assaulted and murdered back when he was alive.

He slowly morphed back into his "normal" form. (Normal for Hell, that is, this was an entirely new look for him from what you remembered when he was alive).

The shock dawning on him that it really was you was apparent as he took a few steps back, still holding your hand. He looked at you in disbelief, the look of pure shock was just like how you had looked at him initially in the lobby.

Then suddenly, he pulled you into a warm embrace, "My dearest... I am so sorry for hurting you. My darling... whatever are you doing here? Someone like you doesn't belong here!"

Now, holding your face in both of his hands, he wiped your tears with the most gentle expression on his face, a stark contrast from the nightmarish demonic one just a moment ago. and you could almost swear you could see the slightest traces of a misty look in his eyes as he held you.

His claw-like fingers slightly dug into your face, but not enough to hurt, as he examined your new appearance, his gaze turning from soft into a hardened expression once again. Almost snarling, he began to ask you again, "Tell me, darling, tell me the name of the gods forsaken angel bastard that cast you down from Heaven. I will find a way to make them pay. I'll make them ALL pay for this... NO ONE will ever harm you again..." The strange symbols and glitchy auras were threatening to come out again.

You sniffled, still trying to calm down your tears, which immediately made him halt in his tracks and turn his attention back to you at this moment.

You looked at the ground, and you knew you couldn't avoid this conversation forever, "Hun... I... Before we met... there was something I never told you-" Before you could finish, you felt your legs start to wobble underneath you- the adrenaline was starting to fade and you were starting to feel some of the pain from your previous injuries come back to you.

"Please, my love, take a seat first." He guided you to a set of a table and two chairs. Ever the gentleman, he pulled your chair out for you and helped made sure you were alright before he sat down across the table from you.

You put your hands on the table, a signal he immediately picked up on as a sign to envelop your hands in his. You looked at him in the eyes with a look of shame that scrunched up your face as you prepared to tell him the truth, "Alastor, hun... I never went to Heaven..."

You swore you heard another record scratch before a quiet hum of static filled the air again. Alastor chuckled, "Oh my dear, never lost your sense of humor, I see!"

A look of even deeper shame washes over your face as you break eye contact with him and stare at his hands that held your's on the table, "It's true. Alastor..." You sigh deeply, feeling an aching pain in your chest, not only from your injuries but also from the mental anguish you were dealing with as you shakily begin to explain everything about your past. Your shitty family and messed-up inlaws. Your narcissistic, unloving, and abusive ex-husband that you killed.

You painstakingly revealed every single minute detail. You told him everything.

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↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: You were Alastor's weakness. Something about you drew him closer into your orbit. He knew this weakness would be his downfall, but he couldn't pull back. No matter how hard he tried.

☒ Contains: fluff, gender!neutral reader, slightly angsty undertones, affectionate!Alastor, also possessive!Alastor, sleeping together (literally), implied established relationship, cuddles, one forehead kiss, Alastor undresses the reader but it is not sexual

☒ Word Count: 1,374

Alastor was alluring. 

The mystery surrounding the radio demon made the man all the more interesting to you. The moment Alastor showed up at your friend Charlie's Hotel all those months back, his gaze fixated on you.

His crimson gaze was intimidating at first. But as more time passed, Alastor's stare became somewhat of a solace to you. You felt safe around him. Especially because overtime he seemed to become possessive with you.

Any time you would get a little too close to the other patrons at the Hotel, Alastor's eye would twitch. He would be at your side in an instant- ushering you away. Keeping his hand firm at your waist as he shot the poor sinner a death glare. 

It was flattering, really. You just didn't seem to understand why. 

Why you? 

But hey, you weren't complaining. Plus, it was probably best not to question it. 

It had been an overwhelmingly exhausting day at the hotel. Charlie had you working overtime in preparation for the newcomers ready to be redeemed. You couldn't help but yawn as you trailed down the corridor. Sleepily swaying from side to side as your half-lidded eyes got heavier with each step. 

Suddenly, you felt yourself slam face-first into something- or rather, someone. 

"Careful now, my dear! If you don't watch where you're going, you could end up in a rather dangerous predicament!"

The static crackle in his voice was all too familiar; Alastor.

One of his hands came up to your waist; fingers playfully tapping along your side. Alastor's other hand grasped your chin, tilting your face up so he could get a good look at you.

"My, my! You're looking rather worn down, my dearest! Seems like Charlie's working you to the bone, hm?"

His Cheshire-like smile caught your eye before your gaze met his crimson orbs. Alastor's eyebrows were knitted in concern, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

"Ah, sorry for running into you, Al. I'm just really sleepy. It's been a long day," Your yawn cut you off before you could say more. Your arms snaked around his slender neck as you rested your head against his chest.

Alastor and yourself never discussed the gravity of your relationship. He was bad with feelings, and even worse at expressing them. What you two had was an unspoken thing, and you felt honored to be able to embrace him in this way; knowing no one else had the privilege to do so.

Alastor let out a low hum, static grumbling in his chest. The vibrations lulled you further into dreamland. That was until Alastor's hands swiftly pulled your thighs up, and on instinct, your legs wrapped around his slender waist. Your eyes fluttered open from the swift gesture, and you tilted your head to read Alastor's expression. 

"Al... what are you doing?" You mumbled softly, tightening your hold around the back of his neck as he began his descent down the hall. 

"Why, I'm taking you to our room, my dearest! Seems as though it's way past your bedtime." His radio static voice held a playful undertone as he pulled the bedroom door open. Carefully, Alastor placed you at the edge of your shared bed. 

On most nights, you slept while he worked on his plans for the next broadcast. Alastor rarely slept, but he adored the peaceful sounds of your labored breaths while you rested. Your captivating visage distracted him- only slightly, most nights while he typed up his script. You were just too adorable for your own good, too entrusting. Too tempting.

"Arms up, my dear!" Alastor quipped in a sing-song voice. Sharp gloved fingernails grazed the bare skin of your waist as he tugged your shirt over your head. You shivered slightly from the touch, a coy smile adorning your features as Alastor worked on removing your pants next. 

Alastor hummed along to a tune you couldn't quite put your finger on as he finished undressing you. You couldn't help how your heart pounded against your ribcage from the way his crimson orbs raked over your frame. Strangely, you felt like he was looking at you as if you were his prey. It sent a wave of adrenaline through your entire being.

"No need to feel demure, my darling. You are truly breathtaking! Quite a sight for sore eyes." His voice lowered slightly at the end of his sentence. Alastor made himself comfortable between your parted thighs as he began undressing himself, crimson gaze never once leaving yours. 

He allowed his overcoat and bowtie to cascade to the floor as he unbuttoned his red dress shirt, slumping it off his broad shoulders. "Thank you, Al... you flatter me too much," You chuckled softly, looking at him quizzically as he began looping your arms through his crimson button-up. 

"Nonsense, my dearest! I speak nothing but the truth." Alastor's voice softened as he fastened a couple of buttons of his shirt around your frame, leaving it rather loose-fitting on you. You smiled up at him softly as he lifted you up once more, carrying you to your side of the bed. Slowly, Alastor lifted the sheets, tucking you under them snuggly.

"There, now my darling is ready for bed!" He cooed. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before darting back up. Just as Alastor was about to turn on his heel to begin his work for the night, your hand wrapped around his wrist. Alastor slowly turned his head, gaze fixated on where your delicate fingers held him.

"Al... can you lay with me? Only for a little- just until I doze off, please?" Your pleading eyes struck something deep from within him. Alastor swore you were his biggest weakness of all, though he would never admit it aloud. Let alone allow any lowly wretch to discover his drawback; you. 

"Well, how can I deny such a sweet little request from you? You did say please, after all!" Alastor wasted no time slithering in beside you, pushing you gently toward his side of the bed. His scarred flesh was cold to the touch as your hands came up to his bare chest. Alastor stiffened slightly under your touch before allowing himself to relax into the plush mattress. 

Alastor let out a hum of approval as you drew shapes into his chest with your fingertips. "Thank you, my love," You yawned. Finally, permitting your droopy eyes to close shut for good tonight. Alastor quietly shushed you before bringing his hands to your waist, holding you firmly against him. 

He became accustomed to your touch, something Alastor never believed would be true in his case. But you were just darling; he couldn't get enough. You were his and his alone. He would make sure everyone in Hell who dared to lay a single finger on you would be the next guest on his broadcast. 

Alastor's smile deepened as he played out his little murder fantasy in his head. Your labored breaths began filling the dimly lit space. The crickets chirped quietly from beyond the forest on the other side of the room. Your legs were tangled beneath the sheets as you sleepily weaved your hands in his two-toned locks. Alastor's breath hitched as your fingernails lightly grazed the base of his ears. A crimson color coated his cheeks. 

As Alastor allowed himself to succumb to your touch, his mind wandered. Just how did he get so soft? How did he allow you to sneak your way into his cold dead heart? His feelings were conflicting. Alastor cared for you deeply, but fuck did it frighten him more than anything. He was a prideful man, cool, calm, and collected. But you caused his mask to slip ever so slightly. 

Just what was he to do about this revelation?

A small sigh crackled out of his throat as his smile slipped; a rare sight to be seen. Alastor's eyes closed softly as he rubbed small circles into your hips with the pads of his thumbs. Allowing himself to drift off into a deep slumber. 

The workload would still be there in the morning after all, but this moment with you was fleeting. So he planned on greedily allowing himself to enjoy your embrace to the fullest tonight.