Hi since you have MDNI on ya blog too, who likes Hazbin Hotel, you're also adult too right, that loves to read and write fanfics that are not sus/ animated / written boderline csam, as in problematic pdfile "shippers" ect, right??
Im sorry to have to be asking that, but I want to be sure before following someone, in any fandom, you know? I just want to be sure.🙏✨️ I hope you don't mind. 😅🙏✨️
I'm trying to find more people who are 18 and older that are against illegal and immoral shit too, that hate pdfile content as well or shit premotes/ praises digusting content in general, and also writes oneshots / fanfics as well who isn't basically a sick fuck / creep, ya know? 🙏🙏
I just want someone that isnt a potential / possible pdfile ect, bc sadly I come across to many and then find out they were / are in fact a sicko.
Im just sick of creeps online, ya know?
So yea, I hate having to ask but I got to make sure Im not supporting things that go against my morals and bounderies.
So I really hope to god you dont write stuff like that do you, bc I haven't checked your profile, btw you are an adult as well, at least 18 or older?
Hello! Yes, there are no morally wrong stuff on my blog! There is a part of my main masterlist named INTRODUCTION where I wrote down what I write and what I don’t.
Also, I have gotten questions about my age before. Guys, I am NOT a minor. I am currently in University and navigating adult life.
So, I am most definitely not a sick fuck, hope this helps:D
a/n: FINALLY HUMAN ALASTOR! Funny how human Alastor is undeniably my favorite thing in the whole world and this is my very first smut about him. Also, HIPS ARE SO UNDERRATED!
warnings: smut(MDNI!), oral(fem receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex(use protection darlings, safe sex is cool and we love it around here!), just good old fucking between Alastor and his wife:)
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Alastor sat in his study, working on future scripts for his radio show. As he placed his notebook down, took a sip of his scotch and a drag from the cigarette that rested in the ashtray beside his hand, he gazed out the window. The shiny snow painted everything white outside, and the light of the full moon highlighted the beauty of winter even more. Even though it was freezing cold outside, the inside of the house was filled with warmth, especially since nearly every curtain was covered in hanging fairy lights, casting warm light onto every shadow. That thought made him smile, you loved the fairy lights. Whenever he was working, you loved lounging on the sofa placed in his study. Napping, reading, listening to jazz, drawing, or just staring at him. Lately, you just sat there and watched the lights with a relaxed smile and sparkling eyes. Oh, he loved you so much. His wide eyed doe.
Just as he thought about you, he heard your footsteps. He looked up and there you were, leaning against the door frame in your long silky robe. “I thought you were already asleep, my darling.” You didn’t respond. You were looking at him with a wicked smile, a glass of wine in your hands. He tilted his head and mirrored your grin.
“What is it you’re up to, darling? I can see the mischief in your eyes.”
Your smirk widened and your eyes grew even more wicked, seductive even. You drank the rest of your wine and placed it on the table beside the door. “Oh, nothing at all, dearest.” You said as you rounded his desk, running a manicured finger along the polished oak.
He let out a light chuckle. “Please, even you didn’t believe that! And besides, I believe I know my wife pretty well to know when she is about to cause trouble.”
Aside from the little banter between you two, the fondness in his caramel eyes was more than evident. He turned towards you in his chair as you came up beside him. His fingers burned to touch you and caress your frame, but you were standing just out of reach.
“You know… I tried to sleep, but I felt that something was missing.” You fiddled with the tie that held your robe together. You slipped the silk between your fingers and tugged at it. The act would seem innocent to most, but he knew you better than that, you knew very well what you were doing. He was almost ashamed that such a little act caused a rush of warmth spreading around his body, and settling in his abdomen.
“Oh yeah? Will you tell me what was missing?” He relaxed into the chair, enjoying the sight of his wife.
You gave a chuckle, and leaned forward to take a deep drag of the cigarette. You put it out before you spoke once again.
“My husband fucking me into oblivion.” He didn’t even have time to react to your filthy words falling from your lips. Within a blink of an eye, your robe fell to the floor and you stood before him in all your naked glory.
The desire shot straight into his groin, a tent was forming in his trousers. He let out an amused laugh and a moment later, he was standing up, closing the space between you two.
His slender frame towered over yours, as his hands came up to squeeze at your plushy hips and lift you onto the table. The second his hands were on you, you melted in his hold. You gasped at the coldness of the wood against your heated skin, at which he tutted at.
You gasped and hummed with a shit-eating grin. “I love it when you do that.”
“That’s why I do it.” He winked and gave another squeeze to your hips. A moment later, his lips claimed yours, the kiss harsh and merciless. Teeth clashed against teeth, tongues tangled together, both of your lips were glossy with saliva. He slowly guided your back flat against the desk. He ran his finger from your neck, stopping at your chest to circle your hard nipples, then continued his journey down to your already wet pussy. You gasped and threw your head back, just a little touch of his fingertip made your whole body shiver.
“Is this what you wanted?” You nodded eagerly and whined.
“More, Alastor, please! I need you to touch me more!” He didn’t have to be told twice. He dragged the chair before your spread legs and took a seat, he was a man ready for his feast. He threw your legs over his shoulders and dove in. His tongue circled your swollen clit, and sucked it into his mouth. You moaned loudly and tangled your fingers into his curls, pressing his face more into your center. He chuckled into you and gave a playful nibble to your nub. He looked up at you through his lashes, and saw that you were palming at your chest, kneading your tits. His hands trailed up your stomach and ribs, and shooed your hand away to grip at your sensitive breasts harshly. You deserved this, it was his duty as a husband to take care of his wife, was it not? As he heard your noises becoming more loud at the added sensation, his fingers pinched at your nipples, sending a twinge of pain across your body, which, of course, morphed into pleasure.
Once he felt you unravel under him, he helped you ride through your orgasm, and the other two.
“Are you alright?” He tenderly spoke as he helped you sit up. He didn’t care about the throbbing erection in his trousers, or that every single nerve in his body screamed for you, no… your well-being was his very first priority.
You lazily cocked your head to the side and reached out to play with the curls at his nape as you leaned closer to him. “You bet I am. My dashingly handsome husband just gave me three orgasms and his whole entire face smells like pussy. I am in heaven, dear.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled his body closer, so his hard-on would clash right into your center.
Alastor felt his legs weaken at the friction. The playful glint in your eyes told him all he needed to know. He quickly got his hard dick out of it’s confines and rubbed it against you. Your body jumped from the sudden sensation at your sensitive core, but you quickly recovered as his swollen tip was rubbing up against your abused clit.
You marveled at the sight of him, he looked so beautiful. His hair was messy because of your curious fingers, his lips pulled into a lazy smirk, his white button-down was unbuttoned and wrinkled. Alastor was tall and slender, but very well endowed. His cock was thick and long, which was rock-hard and dripping pearly precum at the sight of you. Nothing got him off more than caring for you, satisfying you and feeling your body buzz with pleasure.
The gorgeous sight of him screamed sex. So, you reached down and positioned him at your dripping entrance. With a sudden tightening of your legs around his waist, he was balls deep inside of you. Due to you dripping wetness and multiple orgasms, he slipped right in, both of you letting out a relieved moan.
He didn’t waste a single moment, he placed both his hands on your hips and began pounding into you, making the desk rock with every merciless thrust into you. In contrast to his movements, he gently laid you across the desk once again, mindful that you wouldn’t bump your head against the hard surface. His tip clashed into the sweet spot inside you, a spot that only Alastor had the ability to hit. Your back arched more and more at his movements and you tightened around him, which made both of you groan. Sex with your husband was sensational. He always knew what buttons to push and how to create a mindless creature out of you.
You thought it couldn’t get better, but then he pressed a palm against your lower belly.
“Fuck, darling… I can feel myself fucking you. Mhh~ So deep… Who’s fucking you so good, sweetheart?”
You babbled, the pleasure fogging your mind to no end. “What? Where’s that wicked attitude? Don’t tell me I actually managed to make my wife shut her smart mouth.” He leaned over you and began biting and licking at your neck.
It actually took you a few moments to form a coherent sentence.
“Y-you, Alastor! You fuck me so go—-FUCK! I—I can’t hold on much lon—longer!” You spoke between guttural whines.
He grasped your face gently and planted kisses all over your face. “Then, come for me, my sweetheart.”
His pace slowed, now he pulled out until his tip nearly popped out and then he went back balls deep again. You wrapped your arms around his back and dragged your nails across his skin, the pain made him whimper. Besides, he loved when you left marks on him. Whenever he was at the radio station, the thought of people being oblivious to the fact that their charming radio host’s back was covered in his wife’s marks made him laugh to himself. The sound of skin slapping against skin was muffled due to your mixed arousal coating both of your thighs.
Soon after, you came with a high-pitched moan, which he followed seconds later. He came deep inside of you, painting your pulsing walls with his cum. Both of you just laid there, with him on top of you, panting. Your bodies stuck together due to the light sheen of sweat. Your hunger for him was saturated, you had his hot essence deep inside you and his loving arms around you. What else could you possibly need?
After giving himself a moment to recover, he chuckled and gave your jaw a kiss.
“My, my, darling, that was certainly delicious.” He looked up when he heard no answer, only to find you asleep with your head nuzzling into his shoulder. He smiled down at your relaxed face, a ghost of a satisfied smile on your slightly swollen lips. He caressed your face and pushed your sweaty hair away from your face.
He took your hand and kissed the wedding band on your ring finger. The same ring he slipped on your finger the day he tied your soul to his.
a/n: finally smut! I really like how this turned out, I hope you’ll like it too. Currently I don’t have the ability to post too often, since I am flooded by exams and whatnot, but I am trying!
Also, before you read: S2 EP4 SPOILERS
warnings: SMUT, choking, bondage(not too extreme), swearing, Alastor getting humbled(my fav) and the usual!
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Fuck this. Fuck this hotel. Fuck the deal.
These were the thoughts that went through his head as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. He looked in the mirror and his grin widened, how pathetic. The bayou was calm, except when the wind rattled the roach crown hanging on his vanity. He threw back the rest of his whiskey and groaned when he saw that the bottle was empty.
As he was about to smash the damn vanity mirror to pieces, he heard the snapping of fingers, and the glass was full again, the melted ice replaced too. He growled.
“What are you doing out here?” He didn’t even have to look in the mirror to know that you were standing somewhere behind him, he just looked to the side and saw you swaying on a swing out of his peripheral visio— “How the hell did that get there?”
You just giggled, your eyes softening at his tense form. “Felt like going on a walk, I suppose.” You shrugged while picking on the rope of the swing, completely ignoring his question about the swing. He should have known, he thought, not to question you. You were a stubborn wicked little thing, that was the exact reason he liked you. While others shivered in his presence, you raised a brow and found a way to get under his skin. Your favourite was using your dark red smoke tendrils to pick at his ears and then pretend to be busy. He always knew it was you, there wasn’t a single time he fell for it, but he pretended to fall for it every single time, only to grin when you tried to hide your giggles, and failing miserably.
He lifted up his hand to take a drag again, only to find out that the cigarette disappeared from between his fingers. He finally turned around and his breath hitched in his throat.
You were sitting on the swing, legs crossed and smoking the cigarette that he was holding a minute ago, in a silk nightgown that reached the floor. One of the straps slipped down your shoulder and the curve of your breast was visible, so inviting, as if it was compelling him to sink his teeth into your supple flesh. The cigarette held between your manicured fingers, your dark lips wrapping around the filter, leaving dark red behind. Your sultry eyes that were staring hungrily at him momentarily rolled back as you inhaled the smoke into your lungs.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s the matter? Or are you going to stand there all day and feel sorry for yourself?” You raised a brow. As much as he hated when he got humbled, he knew you were right.
“I’m just tired of it all. I had enough of being everyone’s puppet, when I am supposed to be the one pulling all the strings!” He half expected you to pout at his misfortune, say sweet nothings of how he was still the most powerful sinner or get up to comfort him. What he didn’t expect was you chortling at his words. You gripped the rope of the swing to ground yourself, while also wiping away the tears caused by your laughing.
A few moments later, you stood and walked over to him, hunched over due to your whole-hearted laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You sat on the edge of his vanity, composed yourself and clapped. “Brava! What a performance! I truly didn’t think you were capable of looking even more pathetic, but… here you are!” His angry growl was followed by static, his ears flattened against his head and his teeth nearly crushing each other because of his spiteful grin.
“Fuck this, I don’t need this right no—“ As he began to disappear into his shadow, your dark purplish smoke wrapped around it and pulled him out, nudging him before you. “Now, now, is it polite to walk out on a lady? I might also have a little solution for your situation.”
“As if you would know a solution to my situation.” He murmured, thinking you wouldn’t hear him. But his plans of silent treatment were ruined by your phenomenal hearing, the perks of being a powerful succubus Overlord. Your powers depended on senses.
“If only you wouldn’t be so impatient… Well, I cannot give you a long term solution, but I can calm your rage, so your silly little friends won’t see you being this much of a mess.” His ears perked up at that. As annoyed he was with you, he really did need to find a way he could calm himself. He couldn’t see Charlie and the others see him like this, let alone anyone else. The high and mighty Alastor, acting like a kicked puppy, only because he didn’t have firm control over every single thing around him.
He waited for an answer, he decided to look you in the eyes for the first time since you pulled him out of his shadow’s comfort, and his eyes widened.
You were looking at him with sultry bedroom eyes and a sly smirk. Your eyes darkened, along with your lips every second as you two held the intense eye contact. He knew instantly what you were offering, and damn him if he wasn’t taking. If he was in his right mind, he would have scoffed and turned on his heel, but in this moment, he let himself think of it. He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you even if he tried telling himself he wasn’t. You were a succubus after all, a creature thriving on desire and power. You cocked a brow, waiting for his answer, which you got a moment later when he pushed you more into the vanity and claimed your lips like a man starved. You giggled with an undertone of relief, finally having the sexy demon kissing you and feeling you up.
When he kissed hard, you kissed back even harder. Teeth, tongue and spit were not spared. Soon, he was gripping your waist, in a way that made sure you were going to be covered in purplish marks in the shape of his palms, and your fingers were tugging at his hair harshly, drawing a bitten back whimper every time.
You pushed against him to stand, and once you were on your feet, you began pushing him forward even more.
His heart nearly dropped as he felt himself falling backwards, until his back hit something soft. His eyes popped open, only to find a change of scenery. Within the blink of an eye, you two were in your bedroom. He raised his brows and looked at you in question. You just shrugged. “More privacy than your bedroom, and believe me… I do not like to hold back.” He nodded, it made sense, she wasn’t staying at the hotel, although god knew where she lived. Whatever, the mystery of how he was going to go back home was a problem for later. Now? All he could focus on was you.
The way your hair swayed around you.
The way you were devouring him with your seductive eyes.
The way your chest rose with every breath of yours, making the nightgown tighten around your breast for a small moment.
The way your heavenly body was on his, creating electricity wherever your soft skin touched his.
He couldn’t control himself, he had to have you. He tried to tug at your hair, but your dark smoke wrapped around his wrist and pulled it upwards. Another smoke tendril untied his bow-tie and used it to tie his wrist to the bed. He hissed at you and struggled against the tie, only to fail.
You stood up and looked at him from the foot of your bed. “Oh, look at you, Alastor. So pathetic.” He would have said something, cursed at you, threatened to tear you apart if you wouldn’t free him… If only your words didn’t make his cock twitch in his trousers, and of course you noticed. You smirked, looking down at him as if he was your toy, and in this moment, that was exactly what he was. With a flick of your finger, your smoke tendrils appeared again, hovering over the zippers of his pants and his dress shirt. “Nod if you want to continue. If you don’t, we’ll just have a drink and go on with our days.”
He hesitated, not because he didn’t know whether he wanted you and this or not, he definitely wanted to be inside you and let his anger melt away by your addicting touch. No, he hesitated because he didn’t know what you were up to, he would have bet that you were someone who preferred her partner to have control. “What are you playing at, darling?” He said with a sultry look.
“Think of it as a form of… exposure therapy?” You let one of the straps of your nightgown fall. “I’ll show you that not being in control isn’t always agony, no… if you look at it differently, it can be exquisite, and enjoyable.” You pushed the other strap off, so the silk was just barely covering your chest.
He nodded, and your shadows didn’t hesitate a second. Within a blink of an eye, his clothes disappeared, except for his shirt, his poorly sewn wound on display as a cruel reminder of his failure. Both of you looked at his rock hard reddish cock, desperate even for an ounce of your attention.
You pushed the silky material off your body, revealing that you haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time, your delicious naked body revealed to his eager eye.
“Fuck…” he murmured under his breath, he tugged at the tie again, dying to reach out and touch you, trace your curves. He groaned in frustration as he struggled against his restraint, especially as you looked at him with such amusement, while also running your palms along your hips, squeezing to show off the plushiness of them, just how he liked it. You caressed your breasts, you let your head fall back with a relieved little moan. “You are playing with fire, darling…” his voice darkened, and bright green runes danced around him as his desire and impatience for you grew greatly.
“Careful of what you say, sweetheart, I bite.” You slowly crawled over him, your center hovering over his twitching cock. You looked down at him, just before you reached for his half-unbuttoned shirt and tore it in half. You kissed around his shoulders and neck, leaving behind little nips and marks, along with the shape of your teeth. It wasn’t long until the first drop of blood was drawn. The way you were treating him made him feral in all the right ways.
“Oh, darling! What a delight you ar—oh~“ he felt something hot on his cock, only to look down an see than a drop of slick was running down his length, you were fucking dripping for him. You giggled at his amazement and finally began grinding against him. He couldn’t control himself, he leaned up and kissed you harshly.
You two grinded, whimpered and kissed into each other, until there wasn’t any air within your lungs. You pulled away, both of you just staring at each other like crazed wild animals, panting with an open mouth. His hair was messed up, due to your curious little fingers, his eyes blown and manic of lust. And you… my, you were a sight to behold. Hair messy, lips dark and swollen, glossy from his saliva. You giggled at the way he was staring at you.
“That is what you do to me, Alastor. What seeing you like this does to me. God, you have no idea how hot you make me. Walking around chin up, knowing of your power, that is so fucking hot. That is why seeing you so pitiful makes me disappointed. It isn’t you.” He noticed that your opening was right against his tip and his grin got brighter as he got the idea.
“Then, my darling girl, let me show you how I take back the control you are so proud of possessing…”
You tilted your head, still as smug as before. “And just how are you—-FUCK!” With a sharp thrust of his hips, he was balls deep inside you. The meeting of your bodies was… electric, although he couldn’t see how it was so intense, maybe because he wasn’t ever this turned on. You both groaned at your connection, your body fell forward against his, but still mindful of his wound. He continued thrusting sharply with a stabbing motion inside you, not only to prove a point, but because he couldn’t help himself. You were so wet, warm and tight against his pulsing member. “Oh, you pretty little thing… You feel so good.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, which invited him to since you threw your head back lost in the moment. You didn’t even realize that it was him in control, he was the one pleasuring you. “Look at you, so obedient, so pretty, responding to me so well.” He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he licked the curve of your shoulder and bit into it with his sharp teeth. You yelped, but the pain mixed into pleasure and you found yourself snapped back into reality. You let out a cruel laugh and wrapped your hand around his throat, only to leave him feeling a little lightheaded. He stopped moving his hips out of confusion.
“I see what you are trying to do. But right now?” You transformed into your demon form, your hair floated around you, your eyes got dark and your sharp horns came out. “You are my bitch, not the other way around.” With that, you were riding him as if your life was on the line. You danced on top of him, taking away any bit of dignity he had left with your movements. He was an absolute mess under you. He groaned, growled, moaned, whimpered. His eyes were closed shut, which you didn’t like. So you tutted and brought him back to reality by forming a smoke ring chain around his neck and tugging on it. His eyes popped open and he was too pussy whipped to be angry at how you were pushing and pulling at him like a puppet. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his peak as you were doing your thing. He felt his swollen tip tapping into your spongy spot every time you brought your pelvis down to meet his. He could feel the way you sneakily grinded your sensitive clit against his skin. And he could feel that you were also on the edge.
You decided it was time to go even faster, and you began bouncing on top of him. You held yourself up by his largened antlers, which did something to him.
The sound of your skin meeting, the scent of your arousal filling the room and the way you looked on top of him. It wasn’t rocket science to tell by your looks that you were a succubus, but seeing you in action… Fuck, you were incredibly hot.
With a loud moan, he came, filling you up with his hot cum, leaving his essence deep inside you. The second his pearly fluid hit your walls, you came too with a shudder. Your whole body tightened and your senses felt fuzzy. The second your body collapsed on his, your shadows untied him. His arms immediately wrapped around your twitching body.
For quite a few minutes, you two just laid there. Him still inside you, both of you reveling in the feel of your intense orgasms. He was the first to speak up.
“I didn’t think I would say this, but thank you, darling.” You just smiled up at him and pecked his lips once again. Then, you put your head back into his neck, closing your eyes and letting the sleepiness overtake you. Once he heard your breaths evening out, he decided to do the same.
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“Eventually, I accompanied him back into his bayou and both of us continued on with our days.” You said as you sipped your tea.
“Oh, my! How saucy! And tell me, dear, how was sex with him different from the others?” The lady in front of you said, waiting eagerly for your response.
“It felt… electric. Even if he doesn’t know the reason yet, I know he felt it too, I could see it in his eyes. He might be tight-lipped about his emotions, his body told me everything I needed to know.” You smirked at your dearest friend and winked at her.
“About that… When exactly are you going to tell him that I am not actually the owner of his soul, but you?” Rosie raised a brow. “Not that I don’t enjoy teasing him, but we are getting closer and closer to—-“
“Hush! Do you hear that?” You held up a finger, you heard Alastor on his way here. Trotting along the pavement, humming a tune, picking a bouquet of flowers out of a bush. “He is on his way here.”
You quickly stood and pecked Rosie on the cheek, before snapping your fingers and disappearing, just as the door to Rosie’s boutique flew open.
I literally couldn’t sleep all damn night I was so excited! I dreamt with Viv too(wtf????)
To be completely honest, I was a bit mad when I saw that the second episode was going to be all about Heaven, since I wasn’t really a fan of the Heaven episode in the first season
BUT
I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVED IT!!!(dare I say the second episode was MUCH better than the first one:3)
Also… (spoiler(?) alert)
THE SPEAKER OF GOD?????
I fell in love the second she popped out on the screen.
AND LILITH??? I don’t care what anyone says I AM STANDING BY HER SIDE!
Anyways, let me know in the comments or write me a message BECAUSE I AM SO INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU THINK!!!
a/n: As always, enjoy! This was a request from one and a half year ago, but while I pre-editing this post, I accidentally deleted the request itself!😭So, if you are familiar with this and you were the one to request it, please LET ME KNOW!
Also, this is pre-mating reader and Alastor, so yeah. Our deer boy is DOWN BAD for reader.
I love how you can really feel my dislikes for nightclubs(peak introvert behaviour, I am actually a coward) and when I order a vermouth and they put the STUPID FUCKING SUGAR ON THE RIM AND I END UP KNOCKING MY TEETH AGAINST THE GLASS WHILE TRYING TO NIBBLE IT OFF… I needed that off my chest, thank you.
warning: creepy men, unwanted male attention, Alastor being protective, swearing, still no smut:)
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He never would have agreed to sponsoring the hotel if he knew this is what he would have to endure.
As Charlie was doing yet another (boring) teambuilding exercise, Angel suggested that all of them go visit a nightclub. And of course, he only had to bat his eyes and the princess hesitantly agreed to it.
Alastor made up an excuse and called it a day, he didn’t have the time, nor patience for filthy nightclubs, especially one owned by the Vees. That was until he heard that the doe that he had his eyes on since she stepped into the hotel, you. You weren’t a fan of nightclubs either, but Angel could be so incredibly convincing.
So, there they were, in a loud, disgustingly warm and foul smelling club. At least they had high quality whiskey, Alastor thought the second they stepped in and he spotted the bottle behind the counter. The group sat together for about half a minute before all hell broke loose. Angel got up to dance, obviously he had to drag Husk along, who only came for the cheap booze. Niffty disappeared to clean after she saw some dust on the counter. Charlie went up to the first sinner who made eye contact with her, so she could try and talk them into giving redemption a chance, Vaggie trailed after her in case any trouble would happen to turn up it’s ugly head. And Pentious… was around here somewhere, probably. That left the two deers of the hotel alone at the sticky table.
The radio demon subtly sat closer to you, his instincts screaming at him to watch over the clueless doe. The doe who kept looking around the place with wide eyes while trying to not get blinded by the colorful led lightshow. The doe who flinched at every loud beat that made the walls shake, and with every flinch his grin got wider, due to the fact that you inched closer to him without even realizing. Soon enough, your back was nearly backing into his shoulder. Your scent was a breath of fresh air in the thick unpleasant air of the club, you smelt like a field of flowers and the closeness of your body felt like firing up the fireplace on a cold night. He let himself relish that feeling of having you so close for a few moments, before he realized how impolite he was being.
“Would you like a drink, little doe?” His lips brushed against your fuzzy ear as he spoke into it. Your face visibly calmed at his voice, just before you nodded eagerly.
“Double vermouth, and please ask them not to put sugar on the rim!” You reached into your small bag to dig out the crumbled money to pay for your drink, but he was quick to tut at you and wrap his claws around your wrist to stop you from doing so.
“Don’t ever let me see you do that again, sweet little deer, I got it.” He murmured in your ear, but as he was about to get up he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave you here alone, his sweet doe among a river of filthy sinners who would do anything to corrupt your dear soul, one that was his to protect and cherish, and he would be damned if he made a lady get the drinks instead of him. However, it was obvious that you were in need of a good drink, and so was he. He also knew that as long as you had a drink in your hand, you wouldn’t go dancing(as if you planned on doing that), also he could make sure you were having fun while sipping on some alcohol without any pervert motherfucker slipping something in it… Okay, he had to hold his thoughts back, he didn’t need to transform into his demonic form and consume half of the wasteful souls in the nightclub. So he gently put his palms on your plush hips and guided you gently into the corner, so he could slip out of the booth and hide you away from the hungry gazes. “Stay here, I will be quick.” He gave your nose a little boop and you nodded at his command.
He disappeared into the shadows and popped up at the bar counter a second later, scaring the barista half to death. The barista sinner’s eyes nearly bulged out as his brain registered that the Radio Demon was standing in front of him. Alastor chuckled. “Relax, chap! I would appreciate a scotch on the rocks and a double vermouth, but make sure there is no s—” He sensed that something was wrong, so he looked back at you as he spoke, but immediately stopped as he saw an obviously wasted buck sitting beside you, touching the ends of your hair and resting his other hand on your knees, your discomfort was evident and it made his instincts go crazy. Alastor felt his claw leave scratch marks on the wooden counter, but he couldn’t care less about it.
Not even a moment later, he was beside the table, with his arms behind his back, staring down at the buck sharply. “Good evening, my good fellow!” The previously cocky buck turned around to face Alastor, and all color drained from his face. The buck’s first thought was to skidaddle away, but his instincts were louder. There was a gorgeous doe right in front of him, and mating season was around the corner, he wasn’t going to give this fight to the Radio Demon right away.
He lifted a bushy eyebrow. “Can’t you see we’re talking, dude?” He scoffed and tried to stare Alastor down, stupid idiotic mistake. You looked at Alastor with pleading eyes, you just wanted to go home. Your knee, which was used as a hand support by the buck, was shaking, just like your hands.
“Yes, sadly I can see that you are bothering my dearest doe.” His antlers grew and his voice was followed by a discomforting static sound. “And I would consider keeping those filthy hands on her skin, before they would somehow get torn off before you could blink.” Alastor tilted his head in an unnatural way.
The buck suddenly stood up and tried to belittle Alastor, too bad that the buck was slightly shorter than him, so his attempted threatening was quite the failure. Alastor had to hold a good chuckle back at the buck’s behaviour, but his main priority was to shoo this fucker away from you and take you back to the hotel. “Look, man, I just came here for a good time, which we were having until you had to ruin it. So, fuck off and let me get a good fuck or two out of this hottie.”
That was the moment Alastor snapped. Tentacles rose from the floor and wrapped around the buck’s limbs. He wasn’t so cocky now, especially when Alastor got into his face with an impossibly wide manic grin and the bright red x on his forehead. One of the tentacles tightened around his throat, but not so tight that he couldn’t breathe at all. “I’m going to say this only once, and I do hope that your miniature brain will be able to comprehend it. You back off of her, leave her alone and get the hell out of here. She isn’t interested, thank the heavens, since she deserves way more than a pathetic drunken bastard like yourself. So, if you don’t want to know the pure agony of having your body tore into pieces, you’ll go back to whatever disgusting alley you crawled out of.”
As they say, stupidity never dies, and Alastor knew how the next minute would go down when the buck grinned at him.
“If your dick is standing this much for her… Why do you let us feel her sweet scent, you fucking pussy? Maybe you could think about it while I take her against the wall and scent he—”
That did it. Alastor quickly got his shadow to turn your head away and cover your eyes, while a void opened up under the buck, swallowing him up in a second.
A moment later, your eyes were uncovered and his shadow turned your head back to Alastor, while also giving your face a gentle caress. He sat back down beside you, he looked at your shaken face and form, he wanted nothing more than to lay your head on his chest and keep petting you until you were relaxed, but he didn’t want to risk spooking you. He spoke gently and calmly, as if he didn’t just make a guy get swallowed up by the ground.
“Are you alright, dear?”
You nodded with a small smile, calmed down by his presence. “I think so, it was just so sudden and I didn’t know what to do. I was looking at the posters on the walls, then suddenly he was beside me, putting his hand on my thigh. I tried pushing it off, but the most I could do was shove it on my knee. I didn’t even hear what he was saying.” You were obviously still pumped by adrenaline, but he was here now, and that washed all your fear away.
“How about going home?” He already knew the answer, and didn’t even finish the sentence before he was already standing and holding his hand out to help you stand up from your seat.
“I would like that very much. But what about Charlie and the others?” You looked around, so did he, but everyone was in their own little world.
“They will understand, your safety comes first.” He shrugged off his waistcoat and put it across your shoulder, it shielded you away from the hungry gazes, plus it had his musky comforting scent on it. As he guided you outside, his hand hovered over the small of your back, you could feel the lingering warmth through the fabric of his coat.
As you walked to the hotel, you decided to break the comfortable silence between you two, which wasn’t exactly silence due to his humming, but you liked it.
“Thank you for coming back here to me, and… for standing up for me. It means a lot to me, Alastor, knowing that you are always there to protect me,”
His eyes softened along with his smile. “Don’t mention it, my dear, just know that I’ll always have your back.” He gave a pat on the top of your head.
After a few minutes, you began to wonder and decided to just ask the question, you probably didn’t want to know the answer to, but you were too much of a curious creature.
“What did you do to him?”
He stopped for a second, his content smile grew into a wicked one and his eyes shined a brighter red.
“I teleported him to my bayou, he is probably running around looking for an escape.” That was enough said. But little did you know that after Alastor tucked you into bed… he had a good hunt to look forward to, as well as a lovely dinner.
a/n: Here I am! This one is a tad short, but I loved writing it! I love a yearning man, especially when paired with Alastor. Reader was very much based on Lilith(cannot wait to get even a tiny bit of content of her in S2!!!).
I might continue this… I love the idea of Alastor secretly having a bride!
warning: Alastor is DOWN BAD for his wife, references to sexual content, but no actual smut (I am in a gentle romance mood today don’t look at me like that), alcohol consumption, swearing, and that is all I believe!
as always, let me know how you liked it and… ENJOY!<3
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The people of the hotel thoroughly believed that they knew Alastor. He was a scary and cruel Overlord who enjoyed sarcasm, but was a sweetheart underneath the “cold” behaviour. Little did they know that Alastor had quite the secret in the deep of his bayou.
Once Charlie declared war against Heaven, Alastor knew who he had to reach out to. The person who owned his soul, his powerful hidden secret. As painful as it was to admit to himself, he couldn’t protect the hotel by himself, he knew who he needed to ask, even though he knew she would understand and support his decision.
After the heavenly meeting, Charlie was stressed out. She was clueless and lost. Paying a visit to Cannibal Town and meeting Rosie did help, but there was still a lot of work to do. Alastor sat in Charlie’s room, while she and Vaggie spoke tactics.
“Using angelic weapons, and sticking together might be enough!” Vaggie said, but Charlie continued to jolt more ideas down onto the piece of paper in her hand.
“Also, we have all of the cannibals on our side, and they would do anything to stick their teeth into some angelic flesh.” Alastor attempted to ease Charlie’s mind.
“I know all that! And it does mean a lot, don’t get me wrong, but we need more. It wouldn’t be fair to risk the hotel without something more powerful on our side. I just have this feeling… We need something else. Adam and his army have been doing this for decades, they have their trained angels, and perfected weapons. What do we have that guarantees us a win? Dad will only interrupt when he must… Oh fuck!” Charlie transformed into her demonic form as she rambled, but Vaggie was quick to soothe her girlfriend and calm her down enough to go back to her proper form and let go a little.
“We still have a few days to figure it out. Maybe, we can get Carmilla Carmine to get us more angelic weapons and maybe lend us some soldiers. The exorcists don’t know that we intend to really fight back against them.” Vaggie spoke once again.
“Well, ladies, it has been a long day full of excitement. I, myself, am pretty exhausted and I believe tomorrow morning we will be smarter! So relax, and don’t let those bed bugs bite!” Alastor quickly said before disappearing within a shadow, not even waiting for Charlie’s and Vaggie’s response.
He went into his own room and disappeared into his bayou, no one would bother him there. He took the well known route to the little mansion within the soppy woods, he did do this trip every single night and morning. However, on the way, he tried to form what he was going to say to her, even though he knew she was going to agree and help her dearest husband out.
He arrived at the familiar front door and welcomed himself inside. He stepped into the living room and there she was, draped across the sofa in her silky robe with a martini in hand and jazz playing in the background. Her hair was spread out all around her and her eyes fluttered open at his arrival. Her lips curved into a smirk when she spotted him.
“Hello there, dearest.” She sat up and put her martini on the side table. He went up to her and kneeled before the sofa, right before kissing up her neck and leaving a long kiss on her lips. After that, he buried his face into her lap, and she welcomed him warmly, as always.
“What a foolishly long day I had, my darling.” He mumbled. He purred as she began caressing his hair and antlers. If anyone else would ever dare to touch him like she was in that moment, he would most likely tear off their arms and shove it down their throat. But she was his darling wife, his reason to wake up in the morning, to make himself more powerful. However, most would be surprised to know that she was more powerful than the Radio Demon. All the souls he owned, she owned too. But… she had one more soul in her possession, Alastor’s. He gave her his soul willingly. He didn’t want her to be his equal, he wanted her to be more powerful and stronger than him. He wanted to know that if trouble ever graced their door, she would have the upper hand, and have more of a chance to come out victorious in any situation.
They were married during their lifetime, and he was the one who died first. People found it strange when Alastor’s wife didn’t cry or break down the days after his death. Just days before the incident in the woods, they struck the deal with the certain demon in hell. She knew that the weak line between her and her darling husband was death. So, she tied up all the loose ends in life, and made herself a cocktail with stuffed olives and an extra amount of poison. Since she didn’t die the way Alastor did, she had no resemblance of a deer in the afterlife. Instead, her lips were stained a darkish red all the time, other than that, she looked nothing like a sinner. Her hair was already abnormally long in life, and her face was as pretty as it was in her time of living. It made more sense that she didn’t step into the spotlight in Hell like he did. Alastor didn’t want to share her with those filthy low-life sinners, and she enjoyed lounging around all day within their mansion, away from hell’s dangers. Her husband couldn’t care less how powerful she was, in his eyes, she would always remain his delicate and fragile little darling.
She gathered his worried face in her palms, and tutted at his helpless eyes. Only she could make him go all putty. “Tell me about your day, dearie.” She said softly, as if he would get spooked if she spoke too loud.
“The hotel is fucked. It’s not guaranteed, but it is a high possibility. Adam and his mindless creatures still hold the upper hand. And that…” His antlers and limbs grew as he himself grew more frustrated. His pupils formed into radio dials and his smile widened painfully. “Al—“ She furrowed her brows as he continued his fit, not even realizing that she spoke. His clawed fingers began making their way to his hair, a bad habit of his, pulling out chunks of his hair in anger. “That drives me crazy! I—“ Before he had the chance to harm himself, she loudly proclaimed in her “Overlord voice”.
“ALASTOR.” The walls quivered and for a second, dark red smoke travelled among them, only to wrap around her fingers and connect it to the smoke ring around his neck. “Enough.”
All of his anger calmed down and got replaced by pride (and some arousal) when he looked at her. Her eyes maroon, the stain on her lips getting darker and her hair floating around her.
“Stop behaving like a child. We are talking on behalf of the future of the hotel, there is no time for this.”
He chuckled loudly and held the smoke that connected them. “Oh, so right you are, darling!” As he began leaning towards her direction, she made the smoke go away and welcomed his lips on hers. He sat on the sofa and pulled her into his lap, while still kissing her. The kiss grew heavier with every passing moment, and soon, his tongue was exploring her mouth. He broke away from her to hum.
“Vesper?” She hummed in answer, with a heavy breathing. He looked to the side and took her martini glass in hand, a second later he tasted the sweet cocktail, which was followed by a low purr of satisfaction. “Lovely.” With a snap of his fingers, two ice cold vesper martinis appeared on the little table. However, his fingers still held the glass his bride drank from. His fingertips touched around the rim, where her lipstick adorned the glass. “My darling, everything you leave behind is a masterpiece. Your lipstick on the glass, the shape of your delectable body and warmth on our bedsheets, your delicious arousal on my tongue.” He said as his huge hands were palming at her hips, the plushy flesh that he adored.
She purred at his words and touches. “Oh, Alastor dear, your words turn useless things into art. And you make me sound like a masterpiece.” She giggled.
He joined in on her laugh and plopped his body on the backrest of the sofa, while maintaining the intense eye contact with her. His claws reached out to grip her chin gently and bring her lips down onto his. After a passionate kiss, he whispered on her lips.
“You are a masterpiece, my darling.”
With a smooth movement, she tore his shirt in half, so his chiseled torso was on display for her.
“Fuck Heaven, we’ll talk tactics later.”
With that, they pounced on each other like wild animals.
Well, well, well, look who came back from the grave!
It has been over half a year since I last posted and a helluva (subtly hinting what this post will be about) things have happened. I began University and it is skinning me alive, yay.
Anyways, since I need a break from the monotone grey days that are currently my life and Hazbin Hotel season 2 is out soon(OMFG FUCKING FINALLY), I decided to attempt writing for Alastor again!
However, it has been a while and I am interested whether anyone would like to read it?
Also, I would like to use the good ol’ hh taglist, lemme know if you would like to be added or removed, please!
BUT GOD DID I MISS HAZBIN HOTEL AND THIS SIDE OF TUMBLR!
Wanted to ask if you mind writing smth smth heavy angst for Jayce? Some mental breakdown maybe with hints of self-hatred, cause so far all the fiction I saw was about Viktor having bad time, but I really want to see my bbgirl Jayce suffer:(
Bonus points if Viktor actually finds him like that for the first time and is scared as hell but helps the golden boy (JayVik for life yeeeah)
It was all becoming too much. The invisible grasp wrapped around his heart was becoming tighter and tighter.
His days were spent trying to please everyone, while losing himself more. Every expectation from him chipped at his will to live. As the days became weeks, he realized that he just couldn’t please someone without hurting another. The more he tried to make good, the more he spoiled and complicated things.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he slept soundly, the cogs in his mind never stopped.
Hextech, the Council, the question of Zaun’s independence—they never left his mind.
He was absolutely sure that if it wasn’t for his sleeping pills guaranteeing him a good night’s sleep, he could have easily ended up in the hospital.
However, it all changed when you popped into his life.
To him, you were a breath of fresh air, a safe place he could always hide away in.
You were the electric impulse that kept his heart beating.
When with you, he felt like nothing was impossible.
Your gentle petting made him sleep like a bear. That good, dreamless sleep that he desperately craved.
For more than a year, you kept him from going insane. However—nothing lasts forever.
One day, it all came back to him.
His own mind constantly torturing him. The pressure.
Again, he could only rely on those little blue pills, which only added to his guilt. He was so lucky to have you, and he still depended on them.
Before, when he passed by a mirror, all he could see was a successful and brilliant, and a fool endlessly in love.
Now, all he could see were the heavy bags under his eyes, the constant line between his eyebrows, the everlasting frown on his lips, the slump of his shoulders and the worst of all…
That dull empty look in his eyes. Gone was the young scientist with big dreams. For a while, it was affection that held him together, but he lost sight of what was important along the way. The person in the mirror made him want to shatter it into tiny pieces. His insecurities soon found their way to him. Jayce felt ugly, like a beast, on the outside and the inside. He hated the scars on his face, the gap in his tooth, the pudge on the bottom of his stomach.
He hated himself.
Even your touch couldn’t soothe him, and those were big words. Your presence didn’t brighten his day like before. He was still deeply in love with you, it was his declining mental health at fault, not as if he saw it that way. He couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you. He would rather bash in his own skull with a hammer, than breaking your darling heart.
He thought that no one saw his suffering. Not the people of Piltover, not the Council, and not even you. He mastered the art of acting like he was happy, even you believed it. You had no idea how many tears he shed while holding you in his arms.
However, you happened to notice that you saw him less and less. Rainchecks started occurring more often than not. While it saddened you, you knew how hard he worked and tried to accept that. And you were more than aware that trying to talk to him about it was no good. Whenever the topic of his mental health came up, he shut down. He either became mute or angry, at himself, of course.
But, since he barely saw you, Viktor was the one seeing his declining mental state. He, too, tried talking to Jayce, but got the same behaviour. The scientist figured that it was a phase that would pass by. Boy… how wrong he was.
It happened on a rainy night. Viktor just couldn’t fall asleep for the life of him, especially after working on a calculation all day, with no direct answer. Once he laid in his bed, an idea popped into his head, a potential answer to the rune combination that nagged him the whole day. He quickly got dressed and made his way back into the lab. As he got closer, he could hear it. It was so unexpected that, for a second, he was sure it was his exhaustion. A moment later, he heard it again.
The sound of Jayce Talis sobbing.
He peeked in and his eyes widened. The decorative mirror in their lab was shattered to pieces, and Jayce was kneeling before it. His sobs made his whole body shake, his knuckles were bloody.
Viktor knew that he couldn’t do anything, he wasn’t what Jayce needed at the moment. He couldn’t provide the gentleness that the golden boy needed, but one other person could.
He rushed back to his room and dialed your number.
After a bit, you were nearly tearing the lab door down.
You ran all the way to the Academy, fearing that if you got there later, Jayce would harm himself. As you stepped in, your heart tightened. Your sweet boy was looking up at you, but he wasn’t the Councilor Talis that Piltover knew… No, he was a scared boy, whose walls finally came tumbling down.
There wasn’t a second wasted, you fell on your knees beside him and immediately cradled him into your arms. In a flash, a pair of strong arms were clinging on to you, the head buried in your chest seeking comfort. Your shirt got wetter and wetter, due to his tears that were refusing to stop even for a second.
“Oh, my darling…” Your fingers caressed his hair. Just the loving and gentle touch he needed.
“I…I—Please, forgive me…” he half-said and half-sobbed.
“It’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“It’s just… all of it. This… pressure.” His body grew more limp and tired with every cry. “I never asked for this!”
You held his face in your hands and lifted it, so his puppy eyes could meet this. You smiled gently at him, which caused his expression to slightly relax. “I know. I cannot imagine being in your shoes. But admitting that this pressure is making you crack… makes you the strongest person I know. No one else could do what you do, and take pride in that. Also, take pride of the fact that you are a person, and as a person, you are allowed to feel like everything is too much. It’s not shameful to take a break. It. Does. Not. Make. You. Weak.”
After some silence, he spoke.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“Come on.” You helped him up from the ground. “Let’s get you home.
Once you were home, you cleaned up the cuts on his knuckles, and helped him into bed. Eventually, his cries stopped. His body left the tension behind. Finally, he could let himself rest, the world could wait.
As he laid in your arms, felt that healing touch of yours, he could only think about one thing.
The beginning of something, yay! I really hope you like it and I’ll try to write as fast as I can. I want the chapters to be way longer, so I’m going to try working on it! Enjoy! xx Bunny
warning: none, maybe Alastor being a cocky bitch:)
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Alastor didn’t even know how he ended up here. Sitting in his car and driving to the loveliest jazz bar in New Orleans, The Red Magnolia, his favorite. Rosie, an old and dear friend of his, has recommended him to a manager, even though he didn't ask for it. He wasn’t interested in making any deals, but went to the “meeting” for her sake.
He knew he had a way with people, so he could have easily succeeded in business, however, his heart was always set on radio. Even when he was a little kid, putting on a show for his mother and pretending to be a radio host, his microphone consisted of a stick and a rock stuck to it with a few layers of cheap tape. Well, he was a real one now— the best one in all of Louisiana at that. Yet, it was sometimes good to make some investments and add to his wealth. After all, money opened doors charisma alone could not.
The humid air carried the familiar scent of lingering perfumes and magnolias, it was spring after all. There was no spring in New Orleans without magnolias. The distant hum of the city was mingling with the sound of his engine.
He snapped out of his thoughts when his eyes began recognizing the area around the bar. The streetlights cast long shadows, and the chatter of late-night revelers grew louder. It was busier than usual, which made him frown. He hoped that it wouldn’t get too popular, he didn’t need people recognizing him left and right whenever he came here. It was lovely to speak to his listeners and hear them praise his hard work, but not when he came here to have one or two glasses of rye and look for his next victim. That, he preferred to do in peace.
He parked his car and made his way in through the back room. The young woman cleaning in the back immediately perked up and went to stand in front of him.
“W-welcome, Mr.Leblanc!” She stood rigidly, clutching her cleaning cloth like a lifeline. He towered over the girl, who was obviously very flustered by it. He smiled smugly, pleased when he was able to make the ladies blush and stammer. And he loved when men were nervous around him, afraid of his words that could shatter their fragile little egos.
“Mr.Devereux is waiting for you in his office.” She fidgeted with the hem of her uniform. “Shall I lead you the way?” She looked up at him. She was pouting her lips, trying to make them look plushier, and tried to open her eyes up wider. It was pathetic.
“Thank you, buttercup.” He flashed a grin, and stepped aside to go up the stairs. The somewhat little bar had a decoration that was just perfectly his taste— dark red, black and gold. The warm, flickering glow of candlelight danced against the rich walls, giving the place an intimate, almost theatrical ambiance. The jazz band’s music filtered through the floor, it made him smile. Jazz had always brought him comfort, and it was his Mama’s favorite. He paused for a moment on the landing, letting the smooth rhythm of the music fill his senses. The black door of Mr.Devereux’s office taunted him, he reminded himself that he won’t let Rosie talk him into any more crap.
After a quick composing of himself, he knocked and stepped in slowly. Mr.Devereux was a short little man well into his forties; his head was balding and his body rounding. He kinda reminded Alastor of a garden gnome. He stood up fastly, nearly stumbling over his own feet, at least he wouldn’t have a big fall.
“Mr.LeBla—”
“Just Alastor.”
“Alastor, in that case… Just call me Rob, I’m very pleased that you were able to make it!” He shook his hand with the little man and smiled tightly when he felt the man’s sweaty palm. It made sense, he was awfully nervous, and could barely look Alastor in the eye. He recognized this kind of nervousness in men. Sweaty palms, red faces and the constant furrow of their brows, it was the matter of money. “Brandy?” Rob offered, his own glass already filled to the rim. He mumbled a ‘sure’, and sat down on the chair that sat before Rob’s desk. Once delivered, he sipped at his brandy and hummed at the burn in his throat.
Once he fell back in his seat, Rob spoke. “I was glad when Rosie told me your name, after I burdened her with my troubles.” He chuckled, his chubby fingers massaging his most likely aching temples. “Look, I’m going to cut to the chase, because it’s awfully urgent.” Great, Alastor thought, let’s get this over with.
“There’s this lady…Y/N Valmont. We have gotten her half a year ago. Her face is real pretty, voice like a siren. However, we cannot afford to keep her. Even though people adore her, the bars pay way less for her time.” He swallowed his brandy in one go and continued as soon as the liquor went down. “Mostly because she's a woman, and because she’s unmarried, they expect her to… how can I say this nicely? Do you understand?
Alastor was at a loss, he had no idea what this had to do with him and why “No, Mr.Devereux, I don’t know what you mean. Care to explain?” He had an idea what the proposition was, but he wanted to hear it from Rob’s mouth.
“They expect her to whore herself out, kiss the ass of the male audience. And obviously, she refuses to, stubborn little lady she is, but she can be real sweet when she wants to b—“ Al silenced him by putting a hand up. The other man immediately retorted back into his chair and straightened his back.
Now he spoke what he had on my mind the whole time since he stepped in the Red Magnolia. “What does this have to do with me? I am nothing, but a radio host.” Being humble was always a safe way to go in his opinion.
“Alastor, you have power, you are heard by all of New Orleans. And I have heard that take part in investments from time to time, she could be your greatest investment.” He was stumbling over his words, a new layer of sweat formed on his reddish face.
“If she says she doesn’t want to be courted around, then what would change if I “bought” her from you?” Alastor crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. There was a somewhat awkward silence in the office, the only thing that was heard was the jazz sneaking up and through the floorboards. He could also nearly hear the gears turning in the other man’s head, he was really thinking hard about how to say his next few words.
“Well, people will eventually know that you’re her sponsor and gossip will come around. They will assume you’re courting her and that’s it. No one will expect her to whore herself around. All you have to do is sponsor her, pay for her numbers, her dresses and everything that helps her doll up. I would say… 80 percent, and we will pay the rest. We will manage her, and you just pay.”
He was confused, and just a tad angry. “Then what?” He raised an eyebrow. His lips were stuck in a grin.
“Then, once people accept that she does fool around with a man, especially New Orleans’ beloved radio host, they pay her and us properly, at least we hope so.”
They talked about details, and he thought… Fuck it. It wasn’t a lot of money, at least to him. Even if the plan failed, he would get the money back from the Red Magnolia, and it would bring him more attention.
“So, when can we expect you to decide?”
Alastor chuckled and offered his hand. “I’m in.” He never did anything like this, never acted so spontaneous, he always thought things like this through. But, a good deal is a good deal.
They shook hands, and while Mr.Devereux was working out the paperwork, Alastor decided to head down to the bar. The bar had three floors, the ground floor, where the stage was, around it the dancefloor along with tables with their seats, and of course the counter in the corner. The second and third floor were only balconies, the second had even more tables and sofas, it was more of a section where the guests could talk. The third was only used for the offices, no guests were allowed up there, there was barely any lighting even, only some oil lamps on the walls. The band was playing a soft tune, and people were dancing. His eyes got stuck on a couple. A girl with reddish hair and adorable freckles was resting her arms on the shoulders of, most-likely, her lover, a man with black curly hair. He recognized the lady, she sometimes played the piano right here in this very bar, her long and toned fingers telling the truth of her life’s passion. Even in the dim lighting, he could see the way they were looking into one another’s eyes, their sparkling gazes and soft grins told him everything he had to know. His eyes suddenly picked up a glint on the girl’s finger, a diamond ring. Now that he was looking at the young woman, he could see it. The very bottom of her abdomen was rounding up, her hips softer than usual and a light glow adorning her face.
In moments like this he wished he lived a normal life, a life where he could have fallen in love with a girl, marry her and eventually have a little one of his own. Maybe that way… he could have made his Ma prouder of him. However, he quickly snapped out of it. He didn’t care about all that, no woman could compete with the love he had for radio and the thrill of taking a human life. He wasn’t meant to settle down, or have a child, no.
He looked at everyone’s faces, but no one could see him, he couldn’t blame them, even he himself was struggling to see up there. However, as his eyes roamed around, they caught another pair. He felt his chest tighten for a second, his gaze caught another. Sleek updo and a pink dress. A young woman, who was sipping her cocktail and ignoring the seemingly cocky guy talking to her. She had the sweetest face he ever saw, shy smile and big doe eyes.
Suddenly, Mr.Devereux came up beside him, putting the papers in front of him. He was forced to rip his eyes away from her, so he could read through the contract. It took him quite some minutes to finish reading, he could feel her eyes still lingering on him. While he didn’t date, he enjoyed being around the ladies, they were either his dearest friends or his toys. Maybe this new little skylark could be useful to entertain him, until he gets bored, of course. Once finished, he saw how everything was written as they agreed on.
“So, are you satisfied?” Mr.Devereux asked, motioning to the contract. Alastor got his pen out of his breast pocket and just before making it official, he flashed his eyes again to the girl, who was just zoning out while wrapping her lips around a cigarette. Yes, a new toy is just what he needs. He spoke once he signed every paper.
when Alastor LeBlanc is offered a business deal, he somehow finds some mercy within himself towards his new little plaything, especially after he starts to get to know her
warning: smut! lingerie, face sitting, 69, girl on girl action(my fav:3)
summary: you’re shopping, when you spot a lingerie store… and there is no harm with surprising your girlfriend with a sexy set, as long as she is the one who gets to take it off of you.
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It all started with you shopping with your friends at the mall. The S.T.A.R.S police officers were throwing a party and you were the plus one to your girlfriend, Jill, so you needed to buy a nice dress. You managed to buy a nice navy blue dress, and while you were on your way out… You spotted the lingerie store. You mostly had comfortable underwear, you knew that your girlfriend found you sexy even in a pair of cotton panties with coconut trees on them. But, you could buy a nice set, and surprise Jill after the party.
You didn’t need to look for long before finding a gorgeous lacy set. Navy blue with white lacy details, it even had a garter, so you also bought a white thigh high pair of tights.
In the evening, you and Jill took a shower together, and you left her with blue lady balls. She was getting touchy, but you needed to save the mood for later. You put some makeup on and put the dress on. You were adjusting it in the mirror when strong arms wrapped around your waist.
“You look gorgeous, baby.” Jill said as she rested her chin on your shoulder. “I’ll have to shoo my colleagues away from you all night.”
You giggled and turned your head back to whisper into her ear. “They won’t be the ones who will take this dress off of me at night.” You bit her earlobe, her sensitive spot, and smiled when you heard her quiet moan.
The party was alright. The food was good, and there was plenty of alcohol. You kept on being touchy with Jill, there was no harm in teasing her and getting her worked up.
As in Jill, she couldn’t wait to go home. Everyone had their eyes on you, her sweetheart. As she was hanging out beside the nachos, Chris came up beside her.
“What’s up, tiger?” He knew Jill well enough to notice when she was antsy.
“I want to go home.” She shrugged and shoved a handful of cheesy nachos into her mouth.
“Everything okay with the missus?” Chris smirked, he had to admit, you were a sight for sore eyes.
“She had been fucking with me all day, doesn’t let me lay a single finger on her. I’m shaking, Chris, fucking shaking!” She held up her hand to emphasize her point.
“Well, you’re lucky that I’m bored as shit, so… wanna split a cab?” Jill didn’t need to be told twice.
Just as you came out of the bedroom, she grabbed your hand and began pulling you to the exit. It took every cell in your body to hold back your grin, mission accomplished. The three of you catched a cab and told the driver your addresses. Jill was sitting in the middle, so Chris was blind to the fact that you were dragging your finger up and down her waist and thighs. What? If you’re gonna tease her and get her worked up, you will do it properly.
The driver barely pulled up to your apartment, when Jill handed him the money, said a quick goodbye to Chris and dragged you out of the car. You only turned back to share a knowing look with Chris.
The second you locked the door behind you, Jill crashed her lips against yours. She claimed your lips, while reaching up to tangle her fingers into your hair and give you a harsh tug.
“Whatever you’re doing… it fucking ends now.” She lifted you over her shoulder and began to make her way to your shared bedroom. You giggled and kicked your feet, but immediately quieted down when she gave you a smack on your butt.
As she threw you on the bed, you quickly stood up and pushed her to sit. She opened her mouth to object, and you were quick to shush her. After taking a few steps back, you slowly let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders, while reaching down to pull off your dress. Soon, your navy thigh garter was revealed and her eyes widened. She wasn’t the only one starving for some action, you were too. So, you nearly ripped your dress off and stood before her in your lingerie.
She was still looking at you with a dumbfounded expression, but as you stepped closer, her hands immediately found their place on your waist.
“Wow… baby, you look—-Fuck. Come here.” She pulled you down, you now straddled her.
She nuzzled her face into your neck, deeply inhaling your sweet scent. She must have been a goddamn saint in her last life, otherwise, how could she deserve an angel like you? She quickly tore off her blouse and unclasped her bra, it was starting to get hot in the room. Just as she kicked her pants off, you attacked her lips with your own. It was messy and needy, teeth and tongues.
After a heated makeout session, she fell back against the mattress and smirked at you.
“Sit on my face.” She commanded. She needed to feel your body against her face, she wanted to suffocate between your thighs. If that were ever to happen, she would die the happiest woman who ever lived.
You reached back to take the top of your set off, but she slapped your hand away. She smoothed the lace with a finger. “This stays on. Now, come on, I’m starving up here.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. You crawled up on her torso and took a comfortable seat on her face. She took a deep inhale and sighed blissfully. “All mine.” She murmured to herself. Your hands were already gripping the bed frame. One thing about your girlfriend: if she ate your pussy, she really ate your pussy.
She began by kissing your already wet cunt through your panties, her tongue occasionally darting out to poke your clit through the fabric. It was good that you were already seated, otherwise your knees would have bucked from underneath you. Her fingers finally reached up to pull your panties to the side, and her tongue took a big lick from your clenching hole to your clit. After that, she took your little nub between her lips and sucked. Your moans were like music to her ears, that’s why she couldn’t help herself and trail her own fingers down her toned stomach. She dipped into her underwear and began rubbing her own neglected clit. You were conscious enough to notice and feel how her hips bucked up. So, you turned around on her face. Your torso leaning against her tummy, and your curious little fingers pushing her underwear down as far as you could reach.
You matched what she did to you. As she started to thrust her tongue into you, you did the same by feeling up her tight walls with your wet muscle. The sound echoing between the walls was downright filthy. Moaning, slurping, and the squelching of two needy and wet pussies.
You teased her entrance with your fingers, and began fingering her in a fast rhythm. She needed a second to catch her breath and do the same to you. She knew you well enough to instantly find that special spongy spot inside you.
Both of your movements sped up, and you were the one who orgasmed first, but she didn’t need much to follow right behind you.
You gave her cunt a goodbye kiss and plopped down beside her. She smirked at you, her lips glistening with your arousal. You couldn’t help leaning up to kiss her. You two just tasted yourselves on each other's lips, mixing both of your wetness into one unique taste. When you pulled away, you snuggled right into her side.
“S.T.A.R.S should throw more parties.” You said, half-asleep.
She chuckled and replied in her sleepy raspy voice. “And I should start buying you more lingerie.” She kissed your forehead and murmured. “My pretty baby.”
summary: is there anything better than taking care of your girlfriend, whose period leaves her with pain? of course, having to take care of your girlfriend, who is needy and whiny for you and your body.
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Your girlfriend, Ashley, had been having her period in the last few days. You two usually had some form of sex every day, but her monthly bleeding was very painful. So, your days were spent by taking care of your whimpery girl, always caressing her tummy, making her hot chocolate and cuddling her. The day before, it finally ended and both of you could finally take a breather.
However, Ashley woke up before you, the throbbing in her panties woke her up. She thought of you, you who was cuddled up to her side, in her bed, but she didn’t want to wake you up. You have been so kind and caring to her, you deserved the sleep. She will take care of herself. As she trailed a hand down to her underwear, she accidentally caressed your half naked form, and the decision was made.
She crawled between your legs and slowly pulled down the blanket. She watched as your nipples perked up from the cold air. Both of you slept in only your panties, even the coldest winter night was warm with your body heat against hers.
You had talked about this before and both of you were into the idea of waking each other up by sex, but neither of you did it before. So, she gently parted your legs and trailed kisses up from your knee to your inner thigh. The sensation of her soft lips made you sigh, but still not waking up. She sucked here and there, but she knew what would wake you up in a second. She licked you through your underwear, and circled her tongue around your clit. As she predicted, your eyes fluttered open, which caused her to pull your panties to the side and suck on your skin directly.
You threw your head back, while stretching your muscles, but your breath got stuck in your throat as she licked a fat stripe from your hole to your throbbing nub. “Oh, baby!” You said breathlessly.
“Morning, sweetheart!” She chirped happily and dived back down, you could see she was horny, her face got flushed and her eyes were shining with lust. She ate you like a dessert, she fucked you with her pointy tongue. She trailed your gummy walls with her wet muscle, as she did that, her round little nose was rubbing against your clit. Your freshly woken up body didn’t need much time before you came, she knew what to use, when and how way too cleverly when it came to you and your pussy. Who could have guessed that the President’s daughter was the grandmaster of her girlfriend’s cunt. She did her thing until you physically pushed her head away, which rewarded you with a high-pitched whine. You noticed how she was grinding her hips against the mattress while she worked on you, and you knew your girl from the inside and out.
You grabbed her blonde locks and pulled her up to eye-level. “What’s got you so worked up, honey?” You asked sweetly, that was the best method to make Ashley melt, sweet talk.
“Well… I’m not menstruating anymore, and we didn’t do anything in the past few days. So, I—I need you. I need to feel your body and to hear your sweet voice.”
You flipped both of you over, so now you were straddling her. You began with leaving kisses all around her face, which made her giggle, as they always did. The kisses traveled down to her neck, where you left various purple marks. She wore turtlenecks nearly everyday, so you never had to be logical with the placement of hickeys on her.
Her chest was heaving up and down, her nipples perked up from excitement. You popped one between your teeth and your darling moaned loudly.
After you played with both of her breasts, you wanted to taste her, but she surprised you by flipping you on your back. “I said I wanted to feel your body, that’s what I want.” She nearly tore her own panties off, and placed her wet pussy against yours. The feeling of her warm and soft folds resting on top of yours was another worldly. For a few moments, you just basked in each other’s presence. Soft kisses and sweet words were exchanged.
“My darling Y/N… You’re so pretty, you know that?” You blushed at her sugary compliment. Ashley was the only person who could make you want to giggle in such a compromising position. “You ready?” She asked and you gave her a firm nod.
She began grinding her hips against you and needed a few seconds to find the perfect pace. When she did, you wrapped your arms around her. As she moaned, you swallowed it right up. You could barely breathe, from the pleasure and from Ashley’s lips devouring yours.
You decided to join the grinding and it was even better. The only things that were heard inside her bedroom was moaning and the filthy sounds of two needy pussies rubbing up against each other.
When you two sped up, it was obvious that your orgasms were not far away. When they happened, you kept on grinding. Only stopping when your legs twitched and the air in your throats hitched.
She fell on top of your body, and buried her head in the crook of your neck.
“Feel better?” You cooed to her softly.
“Much, much better.” Her words were muffled and laced with sleepiness.
You reached over to put the fluffy blanket over your naked bodies and with a lingering kiss to her head… You closed your eyes again, except this time, very much sexually satisfied.
Hi, darlings! I have a quick question for you and I would deeply appreciate if you could answer honestly.
If you’ve read any writing of mine, you know that I write in third person, but I feel like it makes my fanfics a tad shallow. And I want to get better, so I can write better fanfics for you:)
So…
Which POV do you prefer in a fanfic?
Reader’s pov (,,He knows that I love Halloween more than anything.”)
Second person (,,He knows that you love Halloween more than anything.”)
Third person (,,He knows that she loves Halloween more than anything.”)
warning: MDNI! breeding kink, impregnating kink, talk of pregnancy, married dynamic
summary: your husband, Chris Redfield, has one desire. one that only you could help with, to make him a dad (and continue the Redfield bloodline)
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Chris couldn’t help it. It started when he saw her holding her friend’s baby. The way she held the baby on her hip, it just looked so natural. Whenever he looked at his Y/N, all he could imagine was her cradling their own baby in the little spot where her waist had dipped in.
One evening, he came home from work and his wife was nowhere to be seen. She always jumped into his arms the second he stepped through the door.
He stepped into their bedroom and he noticed a faint candlelight and the scent of vanilla drifting in the air from the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. He changed into more comfortable clothes quickly and stepped into the bedroom. The sight made his heart swell.
She was laying in the bath, her hair up in a lazy bun, bubbles surrounded her. The candle light hugged her pretty face, which was completely relaxed.
He kneeled beside the bath and just watched her for a moment, taking in her features, before whispering softly.
“Darling?” Her eyes fluttered open and a love dazed smile graced her lips.
“Chris? I didn’t hear you coming.” She lifted a hand from the water to caress his cheek.
“Enjoying your bath, my dear?” He kissed the palm of her soft hand.
It was a delicate moment, and again… He only had one thing on his mind. He looked at the water where her stomach was, and all he wanted to see was her tummy peeking out from the bubbles.
Her words broke him out of his daydreaming. “What’s on your mind?”
Chris thought for a moment, slightly afraid to speak his mind. But why? They were married, they were more than stable financially, and they had a nice big house with a garden. It was the perfect timing.
“I want a baby.” There, he said it. Plain and simple. He imagined her wide-eyed, but she only smiled at him.
“Yeah? A baby?” She sat up and leaned up, so they were properly face to face. She took his hand and put it on her tummy, under the water. “Right here?”
He could recognize the lust in her eyes, she even positioned her body in a way that he could see her breasts, wet and glistening.
He chuckled darkly while standing up. He took her out of the water and carried her bridal style. She laughed loudly and held onto him. “I’m gonna get you and the sheets wet!”
He dropped her on the bed and immediately crawled over her naked body. “The only wet thing I’m concerned about is your pussy, my darling.” He said before he crashed his lips against hers. It was all tongue and teeth. His kisses shifted to her jaw and neck, where he left various marks.
He went lower and began kneading the glistening skin of her breasts. He leaned down and sucked on a nipple. “I can’t wait to see them full of milk.” Her hands flew to his short hair and gripped it. “I can already picture it, you holding our baby, feeding them from your own body.”
He kissed all around her tummy, and he put his palm on it, which nearly covered the whole area of skin. “I’m gonna make sure this tummy gets big and swollen, full of my seed.”
“Chris, darling. Fuck me already!” Y/N pawed at his clothes, so he took a quick break from worshiping her body to lose all of his clothes. After that, he caged her in with his body again. The wetness on her skin made a delicious shiver run down his spine, he was impossibly hard. His cock was standing proud at his abdomen, all he could think about was pounding her and knocking her up.
She reached down to guide his cock into her awaiting cunt, and the second he sank deeply into her, they both let out a relieved sigh. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust to his size before he started moving at an inhuman pace. A primal need took over their bodies and minds.
“You are so tight, Mrs.Redfield, your body is begging me to fuck a baby into you.” He said between messy kisses.
“Please, darling! Faster, harder!” Her breathing was heavy, she wanted it as much as he did.
“Oh, my baby just wants to be taken care of, hm?” She nodded. “Don’t worry, Momma, you’re not leaving this bed until I know your womb is full of me.” He leaned down again to kiss at her boobs, and he stole glances at her, she looked gorgeous like this. Her eyes cloudy, her head empty, those pouty lips of hers parting to let out her sultry moans.
He sped up more and caressed her face. “My pretty girl, my wife…” his lips met whatever area of her skin was available. “You will be the best mother to our little one, and I know you will walk with that swollen belly proudly. But guess what? I will be even prouder knowing that I was the man who marked you from the inside and out. You wear the ring I slipped on that pretty finger, and now… everyone will know that you’re truly mine when they see your belly.”
He could feel himself nearly at the edge, and judging by the clenching of her walls, she was near too. He reached down to rub at her clit and moments later, she came. She grew impossibly tight, her cunt wanted to milk him for all he was worth. So he did. He shot his seed in her womb in hot ropes, it just kept coming and coming. He didn’t pull out after he was done, he wanted his sperm to take, he couldn’t let it leak out of her.
He collapsed on top of her and she immediately enveloped him in a warm embrace. They took a few minutes to catch their breath, and while they did that, loving caresses and kisses were exchanged.
He kissed her forehead and whispered. “My lovely wife…”
She laughed lightly and kissed his nose. “And the future mother to your baby.”
