Want to request something? (focused on the end of ADIF for now!)
Feb 17 A Doe in Fall Part 18 - Shining smut 💦
Dec 4 A Doe in Fall Part 17 - Touch
Aug 31 Fascinating Anatomy smut 💦
1500 words or longer
⟢Alastor x Reader - The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (A Valentino Production)
Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.
Part 1 smut 💦
Part 2 smut 💦
Side Story
Part 3 smut 💦
Part 4 smut💦
Epilogue sexual
Deleted Scene teeny smut💦
⟢Alastor x Reader - A boiling frog smut💦
Your companionship was peppered onto Alastor so gently and slowly he didn’t realize he was too far gone until he was hopelessly dependent on your attention. He decides the only remedy is to drown you in his.
⟢Alastor x Reader - Good Vibrations sexy🔥
After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.
⟢Alastor x Reader - Luck smut💦
Vox’s ever present eyes noticed a reoccurring face around Alastor, and decided you were an easy way to get under his skin. Alastor manages to find you during the kidnapping but how he finds you sends his gentlemanly resolve unraveling. He had wanted to be gentle, he really had. C’est la vie, hm?
⟢Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - The Safeword is RadioApple smut💦
Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.
Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱
Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱
Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱
tidbit (cute, not smut)
Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱
₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins
tidbit 2 (cute? Not smut) NEW ✨
Part 5 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱
⟢Alastor x Virgin FemReader -
The Big Part smut💦
Bigger and Wetter smut💦
The Wettening smut 💦
You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.
⟢Angel x Virgin Reader - Someone Nice, Somewhere Safe smut💦
You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.
꒰აMale reader ✧ Female reader ໒꒱
⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall
A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.
Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦
Part 2 - Liar smut💦
Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦
Part 4 - Enough
Part 5 - Too Much
Part 6 - Learning smut💦
Part 7 - Recognition smut💦
Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵
Part 9 - Shiny Things
Part 10 - Good Deeds
Part 11 - Caught
Part 12 - Eddie
Part 13 - The Release
Part 14 - Someone like smut💦
Part 15 - Silence smut💦
Part 16 - Mine
⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader - Finders Keepers
Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania
˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2
˚₊ · »-♡→Week 3 and Week 4 smut💦
˚₊ · »-♡→Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smut💦
⟢Rutting Alastor x Fem Bunny Reader - Alastor in Rut smut💦 NEW ✨
Less than confident and lacking much in the way of assertiveness, you find hell to be scary. But, a very kind and helpful deer demon has a solution! Just in time, as an unexpected rut hits him and he feels the need to reel you in.
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🕯Kinktober Masterlist 👻
Under 1500 words and specific requests
⟢Luci x Reader x Alastor imagine (and Vox) sexual 🔥
⟢Alastor SFW and NSFW Headcanon fluffy☁️ and sexual🔥
⟢Ace Alastor x Ace Reader - Fuck Joke around and Find out
Part 1 soft smut 💦 ✧ Part 2 smut 💦
⟢Ace Alastor bottoms for a GN!Seraphim Reader - Wrapped Around Your Finger
Part 1 smut💦 ✧ Part 2 smut💦
⟢Angel Dust x PornstarReader - Besties get Banged smut💦
Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱
Part 2 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱ ✨NEW✨
⟢Lucifer x GN!AngelReader (fic based on Griftwood by ghost) ✧ a continuation a - Yes smut💦
⟢Cursed Cat Alastor
⟢Hazbin Crew Drunk Headcanon (tiny sexy?)
⟢TopAlastor x BottomLucifer - for my darling Fraugwinska , Lazy Mornings smut💦
⟢TopLucifer x Bottom Nun!Alastor - HateJoke Fuck
⟢TopAlastor x Bottom Angel Dust - Angel’s Alastor smut💦 ✨NEW✨
⟢Alastor x FTM reader - Mon Cher
⟢Vox x Doe Fem Reader, Alastor x Doe Fem Reader - Cucking Vox smut💦✨NEW✨
⟢Angel Luci x Raphael - Research smut💦
⟢Alastor x Reader - Loss of Decorum dirty✨
One ✦ Two ✦ Three
⟢Omega Reader x Intersex Luci x Alpha Alastor - The Transitive Property of Love preview smut 💦
⟢HumanAlastor x AFABSheepDemonReader - Fascinating Anatomy smut 💦
Hazel Imagines - general imagines, very small
⟢Would Alastor indulge in anal with a fem!reader?
⟢What would Alastor do about a reader with a scent kink? Smut💦
⟢Imagine Alastor and a S/O aroused by his voice
⟢Would Alastor have sex with a reader on their period?
⟢Alastor with a pregnant, but not yet showing, reader
⟢Imagine Alastor removing your make up after a bad date
⟢A Doe in Fall (part 13) HumanAlastor x FemReader
im not telling you a goddamn thing
⟢super secret project
Happy Birthday!
Lucifer x Fem Birthday Reader x Alastor
A Very Hazbin Happy Birthday Imagine (Alastor, Luci, Angel, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Vox, Valentino)
Birthday Spankings Alastor x GN!Reader dirty✨
*There are so few openly gay characters in mainstream media, I wanted to provide something for gay dick-having fans who wanted to see their gay spider power bottom fucking someone they can relate to physically so I will always write a male counterpart to Angel stories
There’s no way to say this in a cute or artistic way— Alastor shoves pool balls up Vincent Whittman’s ass. Vincent enjoys it. 🤷
「Warnings/Promises: murdermedia, smut, Vincent wins and loses and also wins again, Top Alastor, non-sex repulsed Ace Alastor, improper use of olive oil, ruined pool table, historically accurate condom brand, anal insertion haha I’m almost forgot that one, pool balls up the ass, improvised anal beads, I am so sorry」
Please blame thank etherael_ on insta for my first murdermedia fic
minors please don’t make me hit you with pool cues, MDNI!
Alastor didn’t like losing, especially at things he was supposed to be good at. Piano playing? The star of any parlor! The waltz? No one better in the hall. Pool?
Apparently lacking…
The eight ball wasn’t even fully in the pocket before Vincent was pawing at him. A reward kiss or something mumbled between lips pursed and pressed to Alastor’s jawline.
Alastor tried to rack the balls but his needy suitor knocked them from their triangle, spilling them across the felt table as he pinned Alastor on his back.
“These tables are expensive, Vincent.” Alastor’s shove to his chest was half hearted and lacking sincerity.
“And? I can afford it. You said best of three. Come on, I won.” The older man sung it. “What’s my reward?”
Maybe his new beau would finally let him touch his own caramel toned skin, not that Vincent dared to ask so directly. Alastor was more closed than the touch-me-not plants that lined the park.
Vincent’s eyes were drawn to the lines of Alastor’s thin neck. Before he could ask permission his teeth found the skin gently rolled between them.
Alastor tried to ignore the pleasure in the pain of Vincent’s love bite as he watched the pool balls roll past. It was then he decided he knew a fitting way to punish Vincent for besting him.
“On your back, Vincent.” Alastor’s tone wasn’t kind nor sultry as he spoke it directly into Vincent’s ear. Something about that made Vincent squirm more than he wanted to admit.
Alastor slipped from under him as Vincent rolled onto his back, eager to receive whatever the doe-eyed man had to give.
“Take off your pants and under things.” Alastor didn’t turn back to say it, already picking up the phone from its receiver and speaking to the hostess. Perhaps he was ordering another drink, Vincent thought as he kicked off his shoes with two loud thuds. He reached down to undo his sock garters but Alastor’s hand slapped his away. Alastor liked the way they looked, tight around the calves just enough the skin rounded a little over the elastic band.
Maybe he’d enjoy this a little more than he expected.
Alastor unceremoniously tugged Vincent’s briefs down his thighs and off his feet. “Be a doll and hand me a condom.”
Vincent choked out a laugh, “What makes you think I carry around condoms like some rake?”
Alastor pushed open the elder’s thighs and stared over the naked bottom half of Vincent. His brow cocked, was that an actual question?
Alastor briefly noted how the pink that rose to Vincent’s cheeks complimented the blue of his left eye before both eyes darted away.
Was he somehow getting more naked as the conversation went on? Vincent rushed out an instruction for Alastor to check his pants front left pocket.
“Oh, redi-wets!” Alastor opened the package, “Maybe I didn’t need to order the oil.”
“The what?”
A shriek cut off Alastor before he could repeat himself, the waitress nearly dropped her platter and the bottle on top as she spun back around on her toes.
“That’ll be it, thank you!” Alastor leaned over and grabbed the bottle by the neck, waving away the panicked woman with the hand holding the condom.
Vincent’s upper body shot up from the table, “I’m a member at this club, Al! I won’t be able to show my face again.”
“It’s not your face I think she’s worried about.” Alastor said it absentmindedly as he popped open the small metal cap.
Vincent’s comeback was lost in his throat as the cool oil ran over his flaccid cock and between his cheeks. Olive oil.
“I’m not cruel,” Alastor read the confusion over Vincent’s face as he rolled the condom over his finger, “Well…anyway.” Without warning he pressed the finger between Vincent’s well oiled cheeks.
He watched Vincent’s cock twitch in response. Slowly Vincent lowered back onto his elbows.
Hmm, Alastor had been hoping for a little more feigned distaste from Vincent. But the older man just went along immediately. What was the fun in that? Where was the shameful blush and talk of only ever topping?
“What were you this last round? Solids or stripes?” Alastor held his finger still.
“Solids?” Vincent sighed the word as his body relaxed into the intrusion.
Alastor hummed an acknowledgement before pulling his hand back and returning with two fingers sheathed in the condom. Vincent flinched, body pulling away on instinct. He heard Alastor tut before a lithe hand wrapped around his hip and pressed down. He mentally prepared for more but Alastor again went still.
It only then dawned on him that Alastor was maybe, possibly, hopefully going to fuck him. They both looked at Vincent’s cock rise a little as it stiffened. Then their eyes met and their stare lingered.
“Are you going to…. Help me out here?” Vincent sighed out a laugh. Alastor’s intense gaze was making him feel a little self conscious, “Ya know, lend me a hand.”
Alastor’s head cocked to the side, “With what?”
Another twitch as the paler man’s cock again felt a surge of blood. Was Alastor going to make him say it plainly?
“Touch me.”
“Oh, no.” Alastor’s eyes broke contact first and returned to examining how his fingers disappeared into Vincent, “Your hands are free, aren’t they? Must I do everything for you, Vinnie.”
With a roll of his eyes Vincent lied flat on his back, “Don’t call me that.” His hands sheepishly came to his lap, one to his balls and one to pump lazily along his still rather soft shaft.
“Why not?” The fingers pulled out slowly, Vincent’s hole clamping down. When two knuckles were free Alastor pushed them back in. It was easier already, maybe the distraction of jerking himself off was helping Vincent relax.
“I don’t like it…” Vincent’s hands worked together now. One rolled precum and olive oil over his glands as the other pumped faster. Alastor’s fingers were hitting deeper than before. As his eyes closed to focus on the feeling he thought he could hear the barely there pop of Alastor’s palm hitting against his cheeks. When he felt the fingers pull out to the tip and a third bully it’s way in his own high pitched moan caught him off guard, “Alastor!”
“Vinnie~!” He teased back.
Alastor had been annoyed all evening with Vincent. He was so smug about this little private club. And within a few games Alastor managed to get him half naked across the pool table moaning and twitching on his fingers. He admired the way Vincent’s crow’s feet deepened as he clenched his eyes shut. Not so smug anymore. His pressed collar was wilting from the heat of his body.
He should take his shirt off.
Ah. A lovely image.
But it’s more humiliating like this.
Alastor grabbed the bottle and poured another serving over Vincent’s cheeks. It gathered in his palm and helped him slip a little more of his hand into the surrendering body before him. Vincent reached down and smeared the oil upward and over.
Fully erect and weeping precum he didn’t stop to consider he should avoid orgasming too soon. The chance Alastor would actually fuck him with more than his fingers seemed unlikely now and though he was a risk taking man he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Through the darkness of his mind he saw the bright colors of his own pleasure lighting up behind his eyes. He could feel the slick condom lubed with common kitchen oil gliding easier and easier. In and out, a pace steady and harsh as if Alastor’s whole hand would eventually force its way in. He bit his lip to keep his moan from getting away from him. He was just a thin little layer away from Alastor’s pretty fingers grazing his insides. Could he imagine it wasn’t a hand at all but instead Alastor’s eager cock? Another moan as his head rolled back. He could take Alastor so well, and Alastor would praise him for it. He was sure of it. Alastor would run his nails down his chest and coo rare compliments about how good Vincent felt around his bare cock.
His vision shattered with a bright white as a fourth finger stretched him wider.
“It hurts!” He finally opened his eyes and hissed. Staring up at the bright Tiffany light strung along the length of the table he could see his tears beginning to bend the light, “You’re going to rip the skin, Alastor.” Vincent took a sharp breath in as Alastor’s thumb squeezed on top of the other three fingers. Alastor mercifully stilled again to let his partner try to adjust.
“And yet you haven’t asked me to stop.” There was a touch of pride in how he said it.
Vincent tried to relax his core. His hands slowed their tandem work at jerking himself off to let his body loosen a little. “Would you if I asked?”
The brunette shrugged, “You won’t ask so why waste my time considering it.” He heard a whine and a soft thud as Vincent lifted and then set his head back down. The darkness of his skin against the paler shade of Vincent’s ass and hip was oddly enticing to him. How pretty would his fingers look pinching the undoubtedly soft pink nipples hidden under Vincent’s button up?
Alastor pressed his hand on the hip down a little harder before giving his other hand a twist. A sharp inhale before Vincent’s hand quickly resumed stroking his cock. The pain had made him lose a little of his erection and Vincent seemed to be eager to bring it back.
Vincent’s poor stretched hole softened enough for Alastor’s intentions, so he pulled out slowly.
The aching emptiness left behind took Vincent by surprise. He rarely bottomed (atleast sober), the ache in his guts for more had his hips wiggling slightly side to side.
“Miss me already?” Alastor teased.
“Are you done? I was close.” Vincent twisted a little to the right to press in his own fingers but again had his hand smacked away.
“You’ll know when I’m done. Hands to yourself,” Alastor reached over to the corner pocket and fished out the balls sunk there earlier, “This is mine for the time.” He swiped his fingers still in the condom between Vincent’s cheeks. His tips dipped into the overused ring of muscle making Vincent’s body jerk. Vincent rolled his hips up as if trying to get a little more of Alastor’s fingers inside of his ass.
Alastor pulled back and peeled the condom carefully off his hand. Vincent looked down past his crumbled shirt and reddened cock head but wasn’t able to see what Alastor was fiddling with between his legs.
“I’ll be solids this time!” Alastor held up the condom, stretched thin to its limits around three bright balls. “Lucky you these are pool balls, noticeably smaller than billiard balls.”
Vincent felt the color drain from his own face. His cock betrayed him and bobbed against this stomach. “Alastor you can’t, those won’t fit—- they— how will you get them out?”
Alastor set them on the table and dramatically emptied the bottle of oil on the little package, “I’ll hold it by the knot I tied on the bottom, they won’t come out.” The low light of the room seemed brighter as his smile beamed, “Unless the condom breaks.” He saw Vincent’s mouth open and close around several failed attempts to argue. “You were so boisterous earlier! Every time you sunk a ball you positively cackled with pride. Where’d that energy go, sweetheart?”
He could get up. He could kick Alastor in the chest and walk out. He would tell the waitress he did exactly that, in fact. After.
Later.
As if having an out of body experience Vincent watched himself lie back down for the third time and give himself over to Alastor.
The coolness of the ball was felt through the barely there condom as Alastor pressed the first one against his entrance. As if sensing Alastor’s stare, Vincent started to stroke himself again. His foot pushed down against the rail of the table in an attempt to brace himself.
“Good boy,” Alastor whispered. Vincent keened, the two syllable comment becoming a chant in his head kept him hard and willing. His hole stretched further than it had all evening, more than his entire life if he could think on it for any length of time, before closing again as the ball entered him fully. He could feel it in a way he’d never had any toy before. The now dull pain of his entrance sent a pleasurable lightning up his hips and to his cock. The feeling bounced around under his skin behind his belly button.
His hand tightened around the base of his shaft. His eyes seemed to float around in their sockets as his vision lost focus. It wasn’t bad.
The sensation of Alastor’s thumb rubbing up and down over his hip brought him back to earth. Alastor watched his body twitch, muscles from his legs to his stomach flinched with trapped energy.
“Give me a nod.” Alastor’s voice was firm and though Vincent knew he could refuse the tone almost begged him to not disappoint.
He nodded and tried again to relax his body from the waist down but his brain couldn’t translate the opposing messages of something pushing against his asshole and his command to relax.
The balls were perfectly round. They felt blunt as his entrance had to open wide and promptly. But the feeling after the ball entered was enthralling. The quick stretch and then closure, the sensation of being filled, the pressure of his body trying to reject the object…. Vincent’s own balls began to draw up. What would happen when he came? He wondered if they’d be forced out with the intensity of his impending orgasm.
Alastor’s voice was soft as if he was talking to himself and not Vincent. “The rectum has a rather sharp bend about five inches in… I wonder if the balls will push past it when I force in the last one? It could cause the condom to break, in which case…”, Alastor’s smirk spread, “That’d be hilarious.”
Vincent sucked in his breath but let it go as Alastor sang a simple, “Breathe.”
The third ball had the same intoxicating pain and relief as the first two but now he was sure his insides had shifted. He was too full. The pool balls were shoved against parts of him he’d never had touched before.
Alastor held on to the knot he made on the end of the condom as Vincent’s body shook and nearly pulled the entire parcel in. He could see how it’d feel good to have something as sensitive as his own member being sucked and squeezed like that. Maybe if Vincent didn’t win next time he could fuck some humility into the older man.
All it took was Alastor to tug slightly on the end of the condom for Vincent to cum. His hands gripped the edge of the table, sweat and oiled covered fingers failed to grip the finely lacquered wood so he dug them into the side pockets and nearly ripped out the netting. He was sure he made noises, and was equally sure Alastor said something, but his senses failed him. He was just a sprawling map of nerves alight for several eternal seconds.
As the balls all left him in a quick succession of burning stretch and relief three times his shoulders left the table entirely. His abs strained to the point of hurting as he held himself taut to ride out the pleasure.
When he couldn’t take it anymore he went slack. Fingers still curled into the netting of the pockets, he let his legs go limp and spread out and over the sides of the table.
Alastor stared at the mess before him. Vincent’s suit jacket and shirt were streaked with cum and spotted with sweat. His hair was out of place and his face was pink. And his poor abused hole. Alastor let one bare finger graze it. Vincent’s entire body flinched as he groaned out a weak, “Don’t.”
Alastor felt much better about losing the game of 8-ball now, the table itself was ruined after all so he doubted there’d be a rematch. The felt was soaked through with oil as a large stain formed under and around Vincent’s bare ass.
He wiped his finger on Vincent’s sock, “Good game, Vincent! Shall we call tonight’s match a draw? Or did you want to do best out of five?”
There’s no way to say this in a cute or artistic way— Alastor shoves pool balls up Vincent Whittman’s ass. Vincent enjoys it. 🤷
「Warnings/Promises: murdermedia, smut, Vincent wins and loses and also wins again, Top Alastor, non-sex repulsed Ace Alastor, improper use of olive oil, ruined pool table, historically accurate condom brand, anal insertion haha I’m almost forgot that one, pool balls up the ass, improvised anal beads, I am so sorry」
Please blame thank etherael_ on insta for my first murdermedia fic
minors please don’t make me hit you with pool cues, MDNI!
Alastor didn’t like losing, especially at things he was supposed to be good at. Piano playing? The star of any parlor! The waltz? No one better in the hall. Pool?
Apparently lacking…
The eight ball wasn’t even fully in the pocket before Vincent was pawing at him. A reward kiss or something mumbled between lips pursed and pressed to Alastor’s jawline.
Alastor tried to rack the balls but his needy suitor knocked them from their triangle, spilling them across the felt table as he pinned Alastor on his back.
“These tables are expensive, Vincent.” Alastor’s shove to his chest was half hearted and lacking sincerity.
“And? I can afford it. You said best of three. Come on, I won.” The older man sung it. “What’s my reward?”
Maybe his new beau would finally let him touch his own caramel toned skin, not that Vincent dared to ask so directly. Alastor was more closed than the touch-me-not plants that lined the park.
Vincent’s eyes were drawn to the lines of Alastor’s thin neck. Before he could ask permission his teeth found the skin gently rolled between them.
Alastor tried to ignore the pleasure in the pain of Vincent’s love bite as he watched the pool balls roll past. It was then he decided he knew a fitting way to punish Vincent for besting him.
“On your back, Vincent.” Alastor’s tone wasn’t kind nor sultry as he spoke it directly into Vincent’s ear. Something about that made Vincent squirm more than he wanted to admit.
Alastor slipped from under him as Vincent rolled onto his back, eager to receive whatever the doe-eyed man had to give.
“Take off your pants and under things.” Alastor didn’t turn back to say it, already picking up the phone from its receiver and speaking to the hostess. Perhaps he was ordering another drink, Vincent thought as he kicked off his shoes with two loud thuds. He reached down to undo his sock garters but Alastor’s hand slapped his away. Alastor liked the way they looked, tight around the calves just enough the skin rounded a little over the elastic band.
Maybe he’d enjoy this a little more than he expected.
Alastor unceremoniously tugged Vincent’s briefs down his thighs and off his feet. “Be a doll and hand me a condom.”
Vincent choked out a laugh, “What makes you think I carry around condoms like some rake?”
Alastor pushed open the elder’s thighs and stared over the naked bottom half of Vincent. His brow cocked, was that an actual question?
Alastor briefly noted how the pink that rose to Vincent’s cheeks complimented the blue of his left eye before both eyes darted away.
Was he somehow getting more naked as the conversation went on? Vincent rushed out an instruction for Alastor to check his pants front left pocket.
“Oh, redi-wets!” Alastor opened the package, “Maybe I didn’t need to order the oil.”
“The what?”
A shriek cut off Alastor before he could repeat himself, the waitress nearly dropped her platter and the bottle on top as she spun back around on her toes.
“That’ll be it, thank you!” Alastor leaned over and grabbed the bottle by the neck, waving away the panicked woman with the hand holding the condom.
Vincent’s upper body shot up from the table, “I’m a member at this club, Al! I won’t be able to show my face again.”
“It’s not your face I think she’s worried about.” Alastor said it absentmindedly as he popped open the small metal cap.
Vincent’s comeback was lost in his throat as the cool oil ran over his flaccid cock and between his cheeks. Olive oil.
“I’m not cruel,” Alastor read the confusion over Vincent’s face as he rolled the condom over his finger, “Well…anyway.” Without warning he pressed the finger between Vincent’s well oiled cheeks.
He watched Vincent’s cock twitch in response. Slowly Vincent lowered back onto his elbows.
Hmm, Alastor had been hoping for a little more feigned distaste from Vincent. But the older man just went along immediately. What was the fun in that? Where was the shameful blush and talk of only ever topping?
“What were you this last round? Solids or stripes?” Alastor held his finger still.
“Solids?” Vincent sighed the word as his body relaxed into the intrusion.
Alastor hummed an acknowledgement before pulling his hand back and returning with two fingers sheathed in the condom. Vincent flinched, body pulling away on instinct. He heard Alastor tut before a lithe hand wrapped around his hip and pressed down. He mentally prepared for more but Alastor again went still.
It only then dawned on him that Alastor was maybe, possibly, hopefully going to fuck him. They both looked at Vincent’s cock rise a little as it stiffened. Then their eyes met and their stare lingered.
“Are you going to…. Help me out here?” Vincent sighed out a laugh. Alastor’s intense gaze was making him feel a little self conscious, “Ya know, lend me a hand.”
Alastor’s head cocked to the side, “With what?”
Another twitch as the paler man’s cock again felt a surge of blood. Was Alastor going to make him say it plainly?
“Touch me.”
“Oh, no.” Alastor’s eyes broke contact first and returned to examining how his fingers disappeared into Vincent, “Your hands are free, aren’t they? Must I do everything for you, Vinnie.”
With a roll of his eyes Vincent lied flat on his back, “Don’t call me that.” His hands sheepishly came to his lap, one to his balls and one to pump lazily along his still rather soft shaft.
“Why not?” The fingers pulled out slowly, Vincent’s hole clamping down. When two knuckles were free Alastor pushed them back in. It was easier already, maybe the distraction of jerking himself off was helping Vincent relax.
“I don’t like it…” Vincent’s hands worked together now. One rolled precum and olive oil over his glands as the other pumped faster. Alastor’s fingers were hitting deeper than before. As his eyes closed to focus on the feeling he thought he could hear the barely there pop of Alastor’s palm hitting against his cheeks. When he felt the fingers pull out to the tip and a third bully it’s way in his own high pitched moan caught him off guard, “Alastor!”
“Vinnie~!” He teased back.
Alastor had been annoyed all evening with Vincent. He was so smug about this little private club. And within a few games Alastor managed to get him half naked across the pool table moaning and twitching on his fingers. He admired the way Vincent’s crow’s feet deepened as he clenched his eyes shut. Not so smug anymore. His pressed collar was wilting from the heat of his body.
He should take his shirt off.
Ah. A lovely image.
But it’s more humiliating like this.
Alastor grabbed the bottle and poured another serving over Vincent’s cheeks. It gathered in his palm and helped him slip a little more of his hand into the surrendering body before him. Vincent reached down and smeared the oil upward and over.
Fully erect and weeping precum he didn’t stop to consider he should avoid orgasming too soon. The chance Alastor would actually fuck him with more than his fingers seemed unlikely now and though he was a risk taking man he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Through the darkness of his mind he saw the bright colors of his own pleasure lighting up behind his eyes. He could feel the slick condom lubed with common kitchen oil gliding easier and easier. In and out, a pace steady and harsh as if Alastor’s whole hand would eventually force its way in. He bit his lip to keep his moan from getting away from him. He was just a thin little layer away from Alastor’s pretty fingers grazing his insides. Could he imagine it wasn’t a hand at all but instead Alastor’s eager cock? Another moan as his head rolled back. He could take Alastor so well, and Alastor would praise him for it. He was sure of it. Alastor would run his nails down his chest and coo rare compliments about how good Vincent felt around his bare cock.
His vision shattered with a bright white as a fourth finger stretched him wider.
“It hurts!” He finally opened his eyes and hissed. Staring up at the bright Tiffany light strung along the length of the table he could see his tears beginning to bend the light, “You’re going to rip the skin, Alastor.” Vincent took a sharp breath in as Alastor’s thumb squeezed on top of the other three fingers. Alastor mercifully stilled again to let his partner try to adjust.
“And yet you haven’t asked me to stop.” There was a touch of pride in how he said it.
Vincent tried to relax his core. His hands slowed their tandem work at jerking himself off to let his body loosen a little. “Would you if I asked?”
The brunette shrugged, “You won’t ask so why waste my time considering it.” He heard a whine and a soft thud as Vincent lifted and then set his head back down. The darkness of his skin against the paler shade of Vincent’s ass and hip was oddly enticing to him. How pretty would his fingers look pinching the undoubtedly soft pink nipples hidden under Vincent’s button up?
Alastor pressed his hand on the hip down a little harder before giving his other hand a twist. A sharp inhale before Vincent’s hand quickly resumed stroking his cock. The pain had made him lose a little of his erection and Vincent seemed to be eager to bring it back.
Vincent’s poor stretched hole softened enough for Alastor’s intentions, so he pulled out slowly.
The aching emptiness left behind took Vincent by surprise. He rarely bottomed (atleast sober), the ache in his guts for more had his hips wiggling slightly side to side.
“Miss me already?” Alastor teased.
“Are you done? I was close.” Vincent twisted a little to the right to press in his own fingers but again had his hand smacked away.
“You’ll know when I’m done. Hands to yourself,” Alastor reached over to the corner pocket and fished out the balls sunk there earlier, “This is mine for the time.” He swiped his fingers still in the condom between Vincent’s cheeks. His tips dipped into the overused ring of muscle making Vincent’s body jerk. Vincent rolled his hips up as if trying to get a little more of Alastor’s fingers inside of his ass.
Alastor pulled back and peeled the condom carefully off his hand. Vincent looked down past his crumbled shirt and reddened cock head but wasn’t able to see what Alastor was fiddling with between his legs.
“I’ll be solids this time!” Alastor held up the condom, stretched thin to its limits around three bright balls. “Lucky you these are pool balls, noticeably smaller than billiard balls.”
Vincent felt the color drain from his own face. His cock betrayed him and bobbed against this stomach. “Alastor you can’t, those won’t fit—- they— how will you get them out?”
Alastor set them on the table and dramatically emptied the bottle of oil on the little package, “I’ll hold it by the knot I tied on the bottom, they won’t come out.” The low light of the room seemed brighter as his smile beamed, “Unless the condom breaks.” He saw Vincent’s mouth open and close around several failed attempts to argue. “You were so boisterous earlier! Every time you sunk a ball you positively cackled with pride. Where’d that energy go, sweetheart?”
He could get up. He could kick Alastor in the chest and walk out. He would tell the waitress he did exactly that, in fact. After.
Later.
As if having an out of body experience Vincent watched himself lie back down for the third time and give himself over to Alastor.
The coolness of the ball was felt through the barely there condom as Alastor pressed the first one against his entrance. As if sensing Alastor’s stare, Vincent started to stroke himself again. His foot pushed down against the rail of the table in an attempt to brace himself.
“Good boy,” Alastor whispered. Vincent keened, the two syllable comment becoming a chant in his head kept him hard and willing. His hole stretched further than it had all evening, more than his entire life if he could think on it for any length of time, before closing again as the ball entered him fully. He could feel it in a way he’d never had any toy before. The now dull pain of his entrance sent a pleasurable lightning up his hips and to his cock. The feeling bounced around under his skin behind his belly button.
His hand tightened around the base of his shaft. His eyes seemed to float around in their sockets as his vision lost focus. It wasn’t bad.
The sensation of Alastor’s thumb rubbing up and down over his hip brought him back to earth. Alastor watched his body twitch, muscles from his legs to his stomach flinched with trapped energy.
“Give me a nod.” Alastor’s voice was firm and though Vincent knew he could refuse the tone almost begged him to not disappoint.
He nodded and tried again to relax his body from the waist down but his brain couldn’t translate the opposing messages of something pushing against his asshole and his command to relax.
The balls were perfectly round. They felt blunt as his entrance had to open wide and promptly. But the feeling after the ball entered was enthralling. The quick stretch and then closure, the sensation of being filled, the pressure of his body trying to reject the object…. Vincent’s own balls began to draw up. What would happen when he came? He wondered if they’d be forced out with the intensity of his impending orgasm.
Alastor’s voice was soft as if he was talking to himself and not Vincent. “The rectum has a rather sharp bend about five inches in… I wonder if the balls will push past it when I force in the last one? It could cause the condom to break, in which case…”, Alastor’s smirk spread, “That’d be hilarious.”
Vincent sucked in his breath but let it go as Alastor sang a simple, “Breathe.”
The third ball had the same intoxicating pain and relief as the first two but now he was sure his insides had shifted. He was too full. The pool balls were shoved against parts of him he’d never had touched before.
Alastor held on to the knot he made on the end of the condom as Vincent’s body shook and nearly pulled the entire parcel in. He could see how it’d feel good to have something as sensitive as his own member being sucked and squeezed like that. Maybe if Vincent didn’t win next time he could fuck some humility into the older man.
All it took was Alastor to tug slightly on the end of the condom for Vincent to cum. His hands gripped the edge of the table, sweat and oiled covered fingers failed to grip the finely lacquered wood so he dug them into the side pockets and nearly ripped out the netting. He was sure he made noises, and was equally sure Alastor said something, but his senses failed him. He was just a sprawling map of nerves alight for several eternal seconds.
As the balls all left him in a quick succession of burning stretch and relief three times his shoulders left the table entirely. His abs strained to the point of hurting as he held himself taut to ride out the pleasure.
When he couldn’t take it anymore he went slack. Fingers still curled into the netting of the pockets, he let his legs go limp and spread out and over the sides of the table.
Alastor stared at the mess before him. Vincent’s suit jacket and shirt were streaked with cum and spotted with sweat. His hair was out of place and his face was pink. And his poor abused hole. Alastor let one bare finger graze it. Vincent’s entire body flinched as he groaned out a weak, “Don’t.”
Alastor felt much better about losing the game of 8-ball now, the table itself was ruined after all so he doubted there’d be a rematch. The felt was soaked through with oil as a large stain formed under and around Vincent’s bare ass.
He wiped his finger on Vincent’s sock, “Good game, Vincent! Shall we call tonight’s match a draw? Or did you want to do best out of five?”
