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Alastor x Tyler (oc)
Words: 1,047
Warnings: spoilers for Hazbin S2 ep4
This one-shot was inspired by Doctor Who s8ep3 as well as Hazbin s2ep4 I just couldn't help myself. I love my oc and Alastor's relationship, they are both such petty brats.
Tylerโs wings twitched with irritation, brushing faintly against the cold, metallic frame of the desk chair he was tethered to. Their muted browns and yellows, patterned like a deathโs-head hawkmoth at the back of his neck fluff, ruffled slightly with every frustrated movement. All four of his arms were securely restrained behind him, bound tightly by Voxโs humming cables. Each tiny shift against the restraints sent a low, mocking vibration through the cords, resonating unpleasantly against his antennae and the sensitive membranes of his wings. Back-to-back with Alastor, they were trapped in a way that made every attempted move a futile display of rebellion. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast sharp, shifting shadows across the room, highlighting the tense muscles along his jawline and the taut membrane of his wings. Each twitch and shuffle of his restrained body sent the chair squeaking and rattling, underscoring his growing frustration.
โWhat the bloody hell were you thinking, taking on the Vees by yourself?โ Tyler snapped, twisting futilely in his seat. His four arms remained firmly bound, useless for the flailing he so desperately wanted to do. โEspecially so soon after that fight with Adam! Putain dโenfer! All this because Mommy wouldnโt give you a new staff and powers, now weโre stuck here as the Veesโ playthings!โ Even without free arms, he tried to punctuate his words, leaning forward, tilting his head, and beating his wings against the chair in irritation, producing a soft, scraping echo across the floor.
Alastor, as composed as ever, hummed a soft, melodious tune, his grin wide and unwavering. The chaotic music of his voice seemed almost to harmonise with the low hum of the cables. โWill you please be quiet?โ he said smoothly, the sound of his words mingling with the faint static of his presence. โAnd I donโt recall asking for your help, my dear. Technically, youโre here of your own accord.โ
Tylerโs wings flared sharply, brushing against the restraints with a faint clang. His antennae twitched back in agitation, signalling his indignation despite his fully restrained arms. โRight. Iโll remember that next time you decide to throw a tantrum like the whiny little brat you are when things donโt go your way. Grow up.โ He tried to lean and twist, forcing his body to punctuate his words, but the humming cables resisted each movement, a subtle vibration of mockery.
Alastorโs laughter erupted suddenly, a chaotic, crackling storm of static that seemed to animate the very air. โHaโhaโhaโhaโha!โ The sound ricocheted through the cables, sending faint tingles across Tylerโs bound limbs. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing, wings fluttering in small, frustrated beats against the metal chair.
โOh, alright. Here we go,โ Tyler muttered, throwing his head back so he could rest it on Alastor's shoulder, while he tried to get a better look at him. โItโs laughing time. This should be great. Whatโs so funny, Alastor?โ
Alastor snapped his head towards him, crimson eyes glowing faintly under the flickering lights, sparks of static dancing along the edges of his grin. โWell, you amuse me, my dear. Out of both of us, if anyone is a brat, itโs you.โ His laughter continued, curling through the air like a tangible current, teasing Tylerโs senses with its intensity.
As he lifted his head again with a groan, wings twitching in irritation, brushing faintly against the cables and chair as he tried to shift his body. โWell, Iโm glad I amuse you, this is ridiculous, VOX! HEโS LAUGHING! YOU CANNOT KEEP ME LOCKED UP WITH THE LAUGHING RADIO OF A BRAT I CALL A HUSBAND!โ His voice echoed sharply, bouncing across the metal walls, amplified by the small, sterile room.
Alastorโs laughter deepened, static crackling in waves. โYou know, I find that quite funny. I feel another laugh coming onโha-ha-ha!โ
Tylerโs antennae twitched violently. He tried to pull at the restraints again, using all his strength to tug and twist in different directions, but the cables resisted, tightening slightly as if they were alive and deliberately mocking him. โVOX! I CANNOT REMAIN IN THIS ROOM! EXTERMINATE ME NOW!โ His wings quivered in an annoyed flutter that made the chair squeak dangerously.
Alastor leaned lazily against him. โOh, please. Donโt be so theatrical.โ
Tylerโs head snapped toward him, antennae drooping slightly, wings lowering defensively. โYouโre right. Exterminate him instead. Iโd like to see if the great Radio Demon Brat can still laugh with an angelic spear slicing right through his chest.โ
โBeen there,โ Alastor said cheerfully, eyes gleaming. โDone that. And here I amโstill laughing.โ
Tyler groaned again, slumping in his chair with a dramatic sigh, wings drooping and antennae twitching in frustrated disbelief. Ninety years of marriage had not prepared him for being trapped back-to-back with Alastor, enduring laughter that seemed to have a life of its own. โVOX!โ
โVOX!โ Alastor immediately echoed, and Tyler bellowed once more, creating a chaotic duet of exasperation, honed over decades of annoying each other.
From the far corner of the room, Angel, bound in his own chair, finally intervened. โWILL YOU TWO SHUT UP? Do either of you understand in any way at all that Vox is probablyโฆ getting off on this with Val somewhere?โ
Alastor tilted his head lazily toward him, sparks of static tracing along his grin. โIโve known that since the beginning.โ
Angel groaned, already having had enough of their bullshit. โI said shut up! I never thought Iโd get to see the Moth of Death and the Radio Demon argue over who the biggest brat is.โ
Alastor chuckled softly. โYouโre right, Angel. But out of both of us, itโs definitely Tyler. I mean, what was it they used to call you back in Paris when you were alive? Le gamin de Pigalle?โ
Tylerโs eyes narrowed, the luminescence of his eyes reflecting the flickering lights. His body twitched in agitation, as if he could physically cast the accusation back at Alastor. โOh, you want to play it that way? Fine! Iโm not the one whoโโ
โHEY!โ Angel snapped, voice sharp, slicing through the tension in the room. โWhat I just say, this is not the time to have a brat-off! And besides, if anyone's the biggest brat here, itโs me, so both of ya shut it!โ
This was written by @the-xolotl for me and my oc since ive been having a pretty tough week lately.
โWhatโs wrong, my darling?โ Alastor walked behind you, a soft hand coming up to rub your shoulder in reassurance. The Radio Demon wasnโt known to be soft but behind close doors for his beloved heโd reserved his gentler side for his eyes only.
You sighed heavily shaking your head, โI donโt really want to talk about it, to be honest,โ placing your hand over his, patting it. Alastor wasnโt quite convinced looking at you with easy eyes, catching your hand and pulling you up yo your feet to guide you to your shared bed.
โThen we donโt need to talk about it. We can sit in silence until you are ready to face whatever is troubling,โ Alastor pulled you into mattress with him not even bothering to move the covers. He comforted pressed himself into your chest, โWe can face it together when the time is right, okay my love?โ his voice low and comforting.
You simply nodded letting the warmth of his body overtake you, wrapping your arms around him as well and burring your face into his hair to nuzzle his soft ears. You felt the deer demonโs hand rub circles on your back while he hummed a soft jazz tune to soothe you. โYou and me. Me and you, always,*โ he sung laying soft kisses along your jaw line.
Sub Alastor x Dom Male Reader Minors do NOT interact Words: 1,536
"Oh hello there Al," You say with a smirk, you had walked into your shared room, a stark naked Alastor waiting for you, rutting his hard needy cock in his hand, you notice the demon's face heating up, it was quite obvious what was happening. "Seems like you wanted some company?" You tease as you lean back on the bed and kick off your shoes.ย
He looks at you, his eyes filled with desire, he nods slowly, he is ashamed to be so weak in front of you, he thought he was more masculine than this, but he doesn't care anymore, he wants someone to dominate him, he knows you are up to the task, that's why he chose you, needs you. "Please... fuck me..." He says softly, voice raspy looking down, unable to meet your gaze, his body trembling slightly.ย
"Well then," You say, crawling onto the bed, your eyes locked onto his. "Since you asked so nicely" You grab him by the throat and pull him close, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. One hand trails down his body, feeling the muscles ripple under the skin. The other continues to hold his neck firmly, making sure he can't speak, only moan. Alastor gasps, surprised by the sudden aggression, his eyes widening, but he loves it, he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours, he returns the kiss, his tongue dances with yours, his body shivering slightly, he moans softly.ย
He squirms slightly, his cock rubbing against yours, he wants you inside him, he wants to be filled, he wants to be fucked, he craves it, he has never felt like this before, he breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy, and looks at you with a lustful look. "Fuck me, please!" He begs again, he would do anything right now for you to fill him, he spreads his legs giving you beautiful view of his swollen needy hole.
"Greedy little thing aren't you?" You growl, pushing your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck on them, getting them wet. "But I think I can oblige." One finger slips into Alastor's spongy, hot hole, testing how tight he is, stretching him out a little, getting him ready for you. Moaning softly, his body tightens around your finger, his body is sensitive, he feels pleasure already, he bites his lip, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he craves more, he wants more fingers, he wants everything, he wants you to fuck him hard, fast and rough.
"More..." He begs, his voice soft, his breath hot, his eyes filled with lust, his body covered in sweat, he wants you to use him, he wants you to destroy him, he wants you to fuck him until he can't see.
You give him another finger, fucking him slowly, taking your time, enjoying every little reaction he gives you as he writhes and moans. "You want more? Beg for it." He gasps, his body tensing, he squirms slightly, he moans, his cock twitching, he arches his back, he pushes his hips trying to get your fingers deeper inside him, he looks at you with a lustful gaze, his eyes pleading, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he is ashamed to beg, he closes his mouth, he bites his lip, he tries to hide his face behind his hair, but it falls short, he looks away, his cheeks reddening, he whispers softly.ย
"Please... I beg you... Please fuck me harder... I need it... My body craves it... Please..." "look at me my Love, or ill stop!" You demand, your fingers stilling inside him. He looks at you, his eyes wide, his cheeks reddening, he bites his lip, he squirms slightly, he moans, he arches his back, his body begging for more. He nods slowly, giving in, he takes a deep breath, he closes his eyes, then locking eyes with you, he opens his mouth, he speaks slowly, clearly, loudly, even dropping his radio overlay in his desperation.
"Please Dear, I beg you, please fuck me harder, I need it, my body craves it, please fuck me, I am yours, use me as your toy, fuck me until I can't see straight, fuck me until I lose consciousness, fuck me until I break, fuck me until I can't take it anymore, fuck me until I am nothing but yours, fuck me, please, please, fuck me!"
"Good boy," you praise him, starting to move your fingers again, picking up speed. "That's what I like to hear, though you are such a greedy little thing. I don't think you can ever get enough." Your finger tips press against his prostate, rubbing it gently, teasingly. Your mouth descends onto his, hungrily kissing him, tongue lashing against his own, free hand tweaking his nipples. He moans loudly, his body tightening around your fingers, his eyes roll back, he gasps, his mouth opening, he pants heavily, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he leaks precum, his whole body shaking, he moans softly, his eyes open, he looks at you obediently, with lust in his eyes, and wraps his arms around you.
Alastor pulls you closer, kisses you back, his tongue dances with yours, moaning softly, he grins, when you bite his lip, his body dripping in sweat, moaning louder as he squirms forcing you to pin his hips with your other hand, his hole tightening around your fingers, he pants heavily. Alastor spreads his legs wider, he gives you a better angle for his hole.
"You're right... I am greedy... I can never get enough of you... I need more... Please..." Alastor pleads softly, he looks at you, his eyes beseeching, cheeks reddening, biting his lip as he arches his back, grinding his hips so his hole sinks and ruts against your fingers, his cock twitching, he's moaning, shivering, grinning desperately, something snaps and he leans forward, whispering in your ear frantically.
"Fuck me already, I beg you, I can't take it anymore..."
"Impatient thing aren't you?" You growl, removing your fingers from him, spreading his ass cheeks apart admiring his hot sweaty hole. "Then let me give you what you want." The head of your cock presses against his hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscles, entering him slowly with a moan of your own as hot flesh engulfs you. He gasps, his body tightening around your cock, he arches his back, his eyes rolling back. With a long low moan, his mouth hangs open dumbly, he pants heavily, his body shaking, and he claws at the sheets for anything to anchor him, he squirms on your cock needing you to move, and he begs you with his eyes.
ย "Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me rough, fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I can't see, fuck me until I can't think, fuck me until I can't hear, fuck me until I can't breathe, fuck me until I can't live, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" You'd never seen him like this before and it's delicious, your hand wraps around his hot swollen flesh, pumping his cock a few times as he reacts like a feral animal.
His body writhes under your touch, his moans loud and urgent, he gasps, his eyes closed tightly, his cock twitching in your hand, panting heavily, his body shivers, and he spreads his legs wider, offering himself to you completely. "Ahh... Fuck yes... Please... Don't stop..." Alastor begs, his voice desperate, his body sweating, his muscles tense, his body convulsing, his mind lost, all he could think about was you fucking him, breaking him, owning him. "You're so fucking sexy like this," you groan, thrusting into him, hands gripping his hips tightly. "Take my cock, you greedy Buck." You push yourself fully into him, cock buried balls deep in his tight hole. "There we go, that's a good boy." You groan, grabbing his hips and pulling him forcefully down onto your dick. He cries out, his body tensing around your cock, his hole clenching around you, his eyes rolling back, his body trembling, he moans loudly, his body shaking, his cock twitching, and he grinds his hips against you, his body craving more. "Yes... Yes... Oh god... Please... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body sweating, his heart pounding, his mind lost, all he could think about was your cock, and the feeling of the friction as you raw fuck his tight, needy, swollen hole. You start pounding into him, setting a brutal pace, your cock sliding easily in and out of his tight hole, filling him completely. "That's it, my pet. Take my cock." Your hands grip his hips tightly, holding him steady as you fuck him mercilessly. Hand speeding up on his needy, leaking cock. "I'm going to cum," you groan, thrusting into him hard and fast, your cock throbbing inside him. "You want it? You want my cum?"
His body convulses, his mind blank, all he could feel was the sensation of your cock rearranging his insides, his cock throbs erratically as you furiously rub him, he cums hard, ropes of thick white cream spurting from his tip covering him in his own seed. He moans loudly, his voice hoarse, body shaking, eyes rolling back, his legs quiver around your waist, gasping as you continue pounding away at him, he looks at you with lust-filled eyes. "Yes... Please... Fill me up... I want your cum..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body coated in a sheen of sweat, mind lost, as he asks so sweetly for your seed, wanting to be marked by you, owned by you.ย
You feel his inner walls clamping down on your cock, milking you as he still cums. You growl in delight as his tight hole spasms around you. "God, you're so fucking tight," you grunt, continuing to pound into him. "I'm gonna fill you up, you greedy little Buck." His name leaves your lips as you explode inside him, painting his insides with your own hot sticky cum. You can't help yourself, shooting load after load deep inside him. "Fuuuck..."ย
Your cock twitches and pulses, emptying into him as you bite down on his neck, riding out the orgasm. Alastor's body shakes, his hole spasming around your cock, his body shuddering, clenching his fists and his toes curling. "Oh... oh god, that's it... Fill me up... I want your cum." Alastor whimpers, his voice shaky, mind lost in pleasure, loving the feeling of your hot sticky cum filling him up, marking him as yours. Alastor's body convulses one last time, his cock twitching as the last bit of cum spurts from his tip, coating your hand in his release, he pants heavily, his body covered in sweat and cum, his mind blank. As you finish cumming, riding the high, you give yourself a moment of recovery before gently pulling out of him, your spent cock glistening with cum. "There's a good boy." You roll over so he's on top of you, hands stroking through his hair soothingly.
"You're absolutely amazing Al," You say, raising your head to look at him, smiling softly, giving him a gentle kiss, enjoying the dazed, fucked out look in his eyes, his grin still in place out of habit, but sufficiently deranged looking. "Mmm, you're mine now," you murmur, licking the sweat off his neck, as you wait for him to come back to his senses, "And I always take care of my things." Alastor raises his head to look up at you, throat bobbing as he swallows. "I think I'd rather like that, my Dear... Please do... Keep me." His tail wagging frantically.ย
So I request there be more Alastor x Male readers and my wish came true thanks to the lovely @home-for-wayward-fawns who did an amazing job at capturing my character so go and give them lots of love and check out there story called A Mothers Devotion.
The problem with Alastor was that he was beautiful and he knew it; Alastor did not need to ask, nor beg, because he knew, deep down, that he would achieve what he desired eventually. If he waited you out, if he arched his body in the right way and made the right noises, he would attain those desires.
You could always tell when he was having one of those days. Alastor had always made it a point to rise from the world of slumber before you; usually up and dressed before you had even recognised that a new day had begunโ but not on days like today. On days like today, heโd remain asleep in your embrace, allowing you to awaken to the feeling of him squirming in your arms. Heโd allow you to kiss down his back while he pressed his posterior flush against your hardening cock, all before announcing it was really time to be up!
Youโd known then, he was playing that little game of his, expecting that you play along lest he have a tantrum. Heโd dress himself slowly, never giving you the satisfaction of looking at you, but youโd know he was expecting you to watch him appreciatively, and you would. Not necessarily because it was what he wantedโ despite you always giving him what he desiredโ but rather because it was impossible to look away. He was just divinely beautiful, and he knew it.
Breakfast would be an entire ordeal because no matter what you did, you obviously were not paying enough attention to him. You were not to talk to others at breakfast; you were not to touch others at breakfast, because all of your attention was to be on him and him alone. Somedays youโd deny him his insane demands, because they were simply that: insane. But not today; today you kept your eyes trained on him, trained on his sharp teeth as he tore through his breakfast. Heโd tilt his neck in that way; the way that said that tonight he wanted you to break him, but not yet.
He wasnโt beautiful in the way some of your previous lovers were; pretty little things that crawled on the floor for your attention. Small things, cute things, creatures that were designed to be on their knees; no, Alastor was beautiful in a completely different way. He was beautiful in that he was raw; he was a wild animal that couldnโt be caged, should never be caged, but when he chose to sit on his knees for you because he wanted to, nothing could ever compare.
You attempted to get work done in the office you shared with Charlie. She had wonderful ideasโ lovely ideas, reallyโ but none of them were particularly financially conscious. She was so used to Daddyโs support that she didnโt always think to remember that when running a business, there were limitations. You were trying to help her sort these finances out, but Alastor craved attention. Heโd come to stand behind you to peer down at what you were reading.
โThis looks terribly dull, dear.โ Heโd informed you, and he wasnโt wrong. It was incredibly dull, but sometimes dull was necessary. You wouldnโt try to convince him of that though, not only because it simply wouldnโt work, but because his hands had found their way up to your shoulders. Squeezing at the tense muscles, pulling at it to loosen his canvas. He liked to hear your little moans and groans, and so you let him, if only heโd continue. โIโd hate to take you away from your work. I know how important it is to keep to oneโs responsibilities,โ Heโd purr in your ear, and just like that, he was gone with a wisp of shadows again.
Perhaps the worst torment of all was his bloody shadow. The thing followed you throughout the day; just because he wanted to pretend this wasnโt about him wanting attention, didn't mean his shadow was playing along. The creature would follow you wherever you went, and as soon as you found a place to relax it would situate itself on its knees, almost mocking you. Some days you wondered if Alastor did it on purpose, enticing the shadow to show what Alastor wanted but refused to act upon.
Somehow you made it through the day, made it through the entire day without choking him whilst he danced around you, quite happy with his little game.
As soon as night fell, you escorted him back to the entry of the room you shared, pinning him against it without a second thought. He was laughingโ giggling almostโ with glee, joy and mischief. He had won, and you lost, and that was exactly how he liked his games to go.
You had let him win every time though, youโd let him win for an eternity if he kept laughing just like that. It was a beautiful sound, a sound so few had the pleasure of hearing, and you would play his games for the rest of your existence if he continued to give it to you. Pushing him into the room, you pulled at his clothes, the clothes he always wore that were far too many layers for your liking. You kissed every uncovered scar that was revealed, old and new, all while he reached up to run his hands through your hair, tugging tightly.
You stripped quickly, eager to have your hands back on his beautiful, scarred body as he watched you hungrily whilst you undressed. It never took you half as long to get rid of your own clothes as it did to get rid of his; the man, again, was always wearing far too many layers.
Kneeling on the bed beside him, you pressed kisses down his neck and his chest, forcing him to evoke soft little bleating sounds while he pressed his ears against the base of his skull. He, personally, hated the sounds that echoed through his larynx as you tickled his skin, but you were obsessed with those sounds, and sometimes, on a good day, heโd let you hear them without hesitation. Kissing down his happy trail, you enjoyed his trembling body that laid beneath yours.
Taking his cock into your mouth slowly, he let out a deep groan as he called out your name, the pretty tone of his voice escaping the muscle of his tongue. Slowly, you began to take him deeper into the depths of your mouth, holding down his hips with such force he couldnโt thrust himself into the wetness of your cavern forcing him to groan in frustration.
This was your favourite part of the game. He'd had his fun, so now it was your turn. Echoing a whine, Alastor attempted to fight you weakly, allowing you to swirl your tongue around his cock while he rumbled out the most beautiful of sounds. You continued to play with him, to enjoy his writhing form beneath you, until heโd finally beg. โPlease.โ Heโd beg so prettily, prettier than one would think, could even believe was possible to come out of a creature such
as he.
Youโd allow him the pleasure of releasing his hips, permitting him to grab onto your hair to force his cock down your throat. He thrust into you like a wild animal, chasing for that high he sought out oh so desperately and you let him. He made the most beautiful noises, using your throat for his pleasure as his body shook in the most delicious of ways when you looked up at him with your eyes full of unushered tears, fighting to breathe through your nose.
That was what did him in, what always did him in; you choking on his thickened cock. โMine,โ He growled as you gently ran your palm up and down his wounded thighs, reminding him you were here for him. He pushed the top of your head down, forcing your nose to tickle the base of his pelvis bone before thrusting up, letting out a guttural groan as he released his peak down the innards of your oesophagus. Drinking it all upโ just as you always didโ you were eager to consume all of him before his clawed talons would release you; allowing you to look up at him, the most beautiful creature in the world. He covered his pretty face with his hands, hiding from you, and you would allow him to, for now; only because you werenโt done with him yet. You pushed the bottom of his thighs up before placing your lips against them repeatedly. โNo more.โ Heโd whine on deaf ears as you ignored him.
Whispering sweet praises into his skin, because he needed to hear them, because he was more insecure than heโd ever let people know; you licked against his hole, forcing a gasp to escape his pretty lips as he reached up to pull at his own hair; you couldnโt help but chuckle.
You told him to beg for you, to never stop begging for you, and he made good on his promise. โDonโt stop; never stop; touch me.โ It was a compliment from the Radio Demon, to be begged to touch him, to invade his personal barriers when so few could, and you would never let him down. Pushing your tongue inside him, you wiggled the muscle deep inside him as his hips naturally gyrated down onto your face. He was beautiful, perfect, and smelled intoxicating.
Prying his ass cheeks further apart, eager to explore him deeper while he moaned. You pulled away, looking up to see his flushed face and blown-out eyes. Giving him a knowing look, you told him, relayed to him that he was beautiful, a specimen like no other, but you knew deep down that he didnโt believe a word that left your lipsโ not truly.
Climbing on top of him, you pressed a singular finger against his now-wet hole before
placing your lips against his own. His sharp teeth scraping against the kiss as his overwhelmed innards forced him to crave to hurt you; and you permitted him to do as such, because of his undoubtful beauty. Groaning as his sharpened teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he drew blood from your pierced skin, moaning so pretty at the taste of your natural
essence.
Rocking his hips into your finger, his claws scratched with depth down your back, forcing you to hiss in pain. โIโm not some delicate damsel; give me more.โ He demanded, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ; ๐ฉ๐ฆ
๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ต, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
Adding another finger, you stretched him slowly before adding a third, forcing him to scream out in pain, throwing his head back in the process before moaning out in pleasure. You knew he wanted you to hurt him more, but he wouldnโt be happy if he lost the ability to walk tomorrow. โYouโre a whore.โ He spat, but you know he didnโt mean such a sentence.
โI hate you.โ He spat, and you tried not to laugh.
Pulling your fingers out, he uttered a breaking and displeased moan, almost in a whimper. โI still love you.โ You told him.
Gripping your cock, you pressed the head of your length against his entrance before pushing forward, forcing him to let out a mixture of pleasure and pain in a scream whilst his legs wrapped around your waist. โYou love me?โ He asked, his claws raking down your back
before you nodded your head, struggling to concentrate on his words as you continued to push yourself into him inch by inch. Sitting up, he reached for you with desperate hands, digging his claws into your back so he could breathe into your ear. โThen fuck me.โ He snarled.
It was as if he had released the beast out of the cage. Pinning his arms to the bed, you began to thrust wildly, forcing him to shout, to scream in that wonderful tone of his. Keeping his legs wrapped around your waist, meeting your thrusts with an angry passion; you finally found it; that perfect spot deep inside him that turned him into a mess. His entire body shook in routine as you hit it over and over again, his legs becoming shaky as he begged for more incoherently.
Releasing his arms, you grabbed the sharp features of his face before pressing a harsh kiss against his lips. Groaning into your mouth, he reached up to wrap his fingers around the back of your head, pulling you in closer. โIโm in love with you,โ You whisper against his lips, breaking him in the process.
โPlease,โ he begged, so prettily, โI need more.โ You reached down to grip his heavy cock; the phallic organ pulsing in your hand as you began to slowly stroke him softly, echoing beautiful whimpers and whines out of him, his posterior clenching down on your own thick cock.
โCum for me, love.โ You commanded, evoking a groan from him as he thrust up into your grip; his cum spurting all over your hand.
Rolling his eyes back, he collapsed into the bed. His body bounced off the mattress as his claws retracted so his arms can fall along with him; a sight that was so fucking beautiful; it sent you over the edge.
Grabbing his hips, you harshly thrust forward to cum as far and as deep as you can, forcing every part of his innards to be painted white with your heavy load.
โMaybe I love you a little bit.โ He whispered into your chest as you collapsed on top of him, only for you to grunt in response. โAnd if you tell anyone, Iโll fucking gut you.โ You chuckled before rolling off of him, pulling him on top of you, forcing him to sit still on your cock.
โI donโt care if you love me or if you donโt; I love you.โ You spoke honestly with him, evoking a sigh to splutter through his throat before rolling his hips back onto your cock gently, a much softer ride as he lulled through post-orgasm bliss.
After he was done with you, youโd give him a bath; before you laid in the comfort of your bed together, but for now, youโd let him have this. The threat looms high over your heads, the angels are coming and thereโs not a lot you can do to protect him. You wonder how far youโd go to keep him like this, your beautiful buck with his cruel words and haughty expression.
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Alastor didnโt get on his knees for anyone. But his beloved wasnโt anyone. His husband was the exception to all of his rules. The only times he allowed himself to break his exhaustingly controlled image was when alone with Tyler.ย
So when Tyler told him to kneel, Alastor dropped. When Tyler told him to open his mouth, Alastorโs lips parted. When Tyler told him to lick, Alastorโs tongue reached out.
His tail was flitting side to side when he could elicit a moan from his darling. Not thinking, his hand pawed at his clothed erection, already leaking through his pants.ย
โHappy?โ Tyler cooed. Alastor moaned in response, but that wasnโt what his husband wanted, โTell me youโre happy.โ
When Alastor tried to pull his mouth off of Tylerโs cock, Tylerโs long fingers gripped his hair, โNo No, darling. I didnโt say stop.โ
Drool fell from Alastorโs mouth as he tried to choke out the word โhappyโ while stuffed.
Tyler petted him lovingly, clawed fingers scratching up the short fuzz of his undercut. A weak spot he knew well.
โIโve got an envie to see you ride. Slip out of your pants, dear, and start preparing yourself?โ Tylerโs words were soft, Alastor pulsing under his hand. Happily.ย
His hand slid back, eager fingers meeting his hungry hole. He worked himself open and pliable for his husband while his mouth kept busy. Alastor needed the calm that settled over him when he felt himself full of all the pleasures love provided.ย
When Tyler reclined on the chaise lounge of his office, cock glistening and wet for him, Alastor took a moment to enjoy the view.
โPretty as a picture. What a lucky sinner I am.โ Alastor got to his feet just to climb up and settle back onto his knees as he straddled Tyler.ย
As his body slowed, taking his loverโs cock in with shaky thighs, Tyler let the lower set of his hands slide down the smaller manโs torso, โYou act like a quivering virgin. You were bent over that desk just yesterday.โ
โYes yes, itโs easy to talk when you arenโt impaling yourself.โ
Something a kin to a purr, a squeaky chitter from Tyler, โYou look beautiful regardless of position. I do enjoy this view, though.โ He gently tugged at Alastorโs entrance as he stretched and squeezed around him. โBetter than any show Iโve had grace my stage. By a mile.โ
Alastorโs cheeks heated with an entirely unappreciated blush, โStop.โ
โDonโt get honte now, not when youโre opened up so wide for me.โ Tyler finally gripped onto Alastorโs leaking member with his last free hand, head red and needy for touch. As Alastor bottomed out he took a second to let the burn subside. Tyler massaged little circles into his inner thighs as a gentle counter to the tight stroking his other hand was giving. Alastor was grateful for the two sets of arms his dear possessed, he could be showered with caresses that brought him into a shallow state of overstimulation easily.ย
Leaning forward Alastorโs nails gripped his husbandโs shoulder. He let his eyes stare into the black mirror of Tylerโs gaze. How could he express such love and want with just inky darkness? How could Alastor see his own reflection and yet not recognize the man he became when allowed the safety Tyler provided?
He began to move, not breaking that eye contact. Only an inch or so at a time as his body was adjusting still, Alastorโs sighs began to melt into moans. Soon enough he was bouncing on Tylerโs lap, his own cock smacking in his stomach with the force. Tyler released his hands on those thin hips to grab at Alastorโs ears. He rubbed at the velveteen and sensitive appendages, Alastorโs dick leaking a milky clear precum in direct response to the touch.
His husband always knew just where to touch him to make him fall apart. With a shiver down his skull and spine that shut off the electricity to his legs he dropped entirely. A shared groan mingled in the air between them. Tyler bit his lip, sharp teeth cutting into the grey flesh of his chin.
โNeed a hand, my love?โ The cock of Tylerโs brow hinted at the double meaning, โYou did so good for me already.โ
Alastor let himself be placed onto the sofa, cock never leaving. As Tyler bent over him, Alastor was reminded how much shorter he was than the death head moth demon. He couldnโt see his husbandโs face in this position unless Tyler curved his back sharply. Luckily, he was always happy to do so, capturing Alastorโs mouth with his. The kiss smothered Alastorโs cries as Tyler began to fuck him in earnest.ย
He broke the kiss, โTouching my ears was cheating, dear. I couldโve โ nnngh,โ His teeth clenched as sparks flew behind his vision, โThere. Fuck.โ
Two hands on either side of his head, one on his chin to pull him back into the kiss, and that blessed fourth milking his cock in time with the well aimed thrusts of Tylerโs hips.
As he came over his loverโs dark mahogany fingers, Alastor looked up to watch the orgasm taking over Tylerโs face.
There in the darkness of his eyes was that ghostly and dirty white glow so rarely shown by Tyler. Fleeting but leaving an impact on Alastorโs ego.ย Alastorโs head fell back, eyes looking past Tylerโs shoulder to watch his hauntingly painted wings unfurl and flap roughly, trying to add force behind his press into Alastorโs body Instincts driving him to bury his release as deep as possible.
He leaned back, hips rutting mindlessly still as he came down from his orgasm. A soft chuckle, eyes scanning over Alastorโs sweaty and cum painted body, โYou look blissed out, Alastor.โ
โOf course.ย Marital bliss, my dear.โ
Notes:
Envie [ah(n)-vee] A longing or hunger to do or eat something. Other Southerners might use the word โhankeringโ where a Cajun would use โenvie.โ โIโve got an envie for some boudin.โ
Honte [hont]: Embarrassed or ashamed. โI drank too much and fell into the bayou. Boy, was I honte!โ
