Hurt Me More

She/Her, Omnisexual, NSFW Writer, 27 That pink bitch who steals your money and hurts your feelings !!18+ MDNI!!

[hurthermore]

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╰┈➤ 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚅𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍.

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘.

▻ 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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▻ 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕

▻ 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌

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[hurthermore]

Hope you're doing better since that last ask. Not that you need to post anything of course! Your mental health comes first, I just hope you're doing okay~

Thank you, to you and all the others who keep checking up on me! You guys are too sweet T.T im doing better, still not in top form but getting better! I hope to resume my fics at some point - when I do not know, so apologies there :(

But honestly, it means a lot to me that you guys are checking up on me T.T I’m sorry for worrying any of you if I have!! I love you all :3<3

[strawijuice]

RADIO IS NOT DEAD! 📻

[hurthermore]

FROTHING

[hurthermore]

Hey, you okay? i saw you said you're struggling with your mental health and i just wanted to make sure you're good. do you have people to talk to and support you through it? did you burn yourself out? are you going to abandon misconduct? if you need to, it's okay. dark fanfics like that can be really hard on the mental health to write. i know of a lot of fanfic writers who burn themselves out really bad trying to write dark fanfics :(

Ah! sorry to worry<3 but nono, I can handle the dark fanfics don't you worry hehe! I've just had a lot of personal things happen, and unfortunately its all seemed to happen all at once, which is why it's taken a toll on me. I'm not planning on dropping Misconduct, I very much want to finish it, I just need to focus on myself for a little bit! But ty for asking, and everyone else who has messaged me, you're all to sweet and ty for checking on me<33

[hurthermore]

I'm sure you're probably busy, but wanted to check in and make sure you're ok! Hope you have a good day!

Oh Tysm for asking 😭 I’ve been struggling a lot with my mental health recently so that’s why I have been a bit absent so I do apologise! I’m trying to get back into the groove of writing again, it’s just taking some time so im sorry about that. I hope you’re all doing well!<3

[sicgtiti]

cutie🤞 i had to draw him like this😭😭

[hurthermore]

I love your style it’s so pretty!!<3

[hurthermore]

[hurthermore]

I want to write a one shot smut before I try to get back into misconduct again - so I would love if you guys could give me some prompts/ideas!<3

[hurthermore]

Do you have a timeline for Miscondyct of Love? How many total chapters? Just curious! I love your writing!

Side note, I was SHOOK when you said on AO3 that it was your published story?? Where have you been hiding?! You are blessed with a natural penchant for writing and captivating!

Ohhhh you are too kind to me T.T!!<3 thank you so much for your kind, lovely words…<3

In terms of misconduct I don’t have a timeline, I am unsure about chapters and I can’t really say anything without spoiling if I’m being honest T.T. I’ve had to take a break from misconduct just cause a lot of things have been happening recently and I just need some time to get back into the groove of writing again, but I can assure you that I will finish misconduct, I will not abandon it<3

[hurthermore]

»»------► 𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚔 (18+)

Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Word Count: 𝟹.𝟹𝚔

Warnings: 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚝!𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

A/N: 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 @lustylita, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 amazing 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!<𝟹𝟹

Alastor couldn’t help but hate his current environment; surrounded by a mass of dancing idiots who swayed to the distasteful genre of popular modernity and drunkards who insisted on approaching him in an attempt to sexually bed him for the night.

It was too much, almost overwhelming and overstimulating for the alternative man, causing urges of distress to tug on the strands of his hair, creeping up on him surreptitiously. But he had only arrived here for one reason alone; to see you. 

Love was an aspect Alastor had no experience in, an emotion he believed he simply lacked. But when he had first perceived you, witnessed you, he knew he had to have you, had to make you his, one way or another. 

Looking over to the sea of insignificant people within the crowds, Alastor locked his eyes onto your form swaying along to the music. Your form twirling in rhythm, your short skirt flowing along with your movements, revealing the rawness of your upper thighs before you oscillated your head to the beat of the current song. Licking over his sharpened teeth, he felt parched as he continued to observe you; you were perfection.

Yet as another person approached you, his teeth clenched tightly; contrasting against the loving emotions that swelled within him not moments ago. The man who advanced onto you was a friend of yours as Alastor had seen him previously on the days and nights where he would stalk you, had offered you a drink.

The scowl that embraced his face grew as the man stood next to you.

Alastor observed you as you brought the glass to your full and plumped lips, gulping as you took an over exaggerated gulp of the liquid. It was a simple movement, but it was one that reminded him of the reason he had come here in the first place, the idea that had formed in his mind a while ago; to drug you and steal you away from the population of the world.

Yet as you continued to smile in satisfaction whilst you continued to dance, not noticing the heat of Alastor’s stare that was glued to your every move, his emotions began to simmer down, loving the way your arms lifted above your head, causing your skirt to shortening up your thigh, leaving little to no imagination to what lurks beneath. Letting out an erotic, staggered sigh, Alastor’s fingers messed with the creases of his jeans as his cock began to throb with need. 

You looked so ethereal, so utterly beautiful and pretty. He couldn’t believe you even existed; you were like an angel, gracing the world with your mere presence. 

Without taking his eye off you, he became slightly stiff, enraged as your cute movements of dancing ceased to exist. Alastor knew the man was your ‘friend’, someone who didn’t deserve to be so close to you, didn’t deserve to look at you or speak with you; only Alastor deserved that right and that right alone. It was something he planned to make reality. 

Looking over to the bar, he contemplated how to initiate his idea. His body became stiff with shock as he looked back over to you, only to see your eyes perceiving him for the first time.  His heart couldn’t stop racing as you continued to stare at him, your shoulders seeming to tense in a fluster. But the magical moment of you finally noticing him ended as quickly as it began when the man beside you gave Alastor a sneer before whispering in your ear. 

Lies. Whatever he was telling you was lies. 

Sneaking his hand into his inner pocket, he felt the outline of the small transparent bag filled with crushed powder. Content that he hadn’t lost the substance, he made his way to the bar, all the while, he refused to take his sight off you, even as you began to look away from him. 

An act that had his heart cracking ever so slightly in pain.

Ordering two drinks to make the whole situation less suspicious, Alastor couldn't help but steal glances over at you and your disgustingly bland friend; he looked dull, annoying and not worth your precious time. 

Absently thanking and paying the bartender for the drinks, Alastor returned to the secluded table he was leaning on, perfectly hidden within the depths of the club; out of sight and out of mind. Setting the glass on a nearby table, Alastor’s fingers picked up the powdered substance before dusting the white narcotics into the drink intended for you.

He purposely attained spirits, annihilating the need for ice as the powder evaporated within the liquid, visually identical to his own drink. Raising his line of sight to look up at you again, his heart pinched with excitement as your 'friend' walked away from you, stalking his way to the mens room.

Perfect. 

You were now alone, perfectly waiting for him. Just as he wanted.

Slowly lifting himself from the table with two drinks in both hands, he made it a point to keep your drink in his left palm. Stalking over to you, he watched as you stood there, your aura blindingly radiant as you waited for something. 

Were you waiting for him? For Alastor? For him to come and sweep you away and hide you from the world?

He would do it in a heartbeat. 

Only for you.

Suddenly, as he slowly approached you in amble, your eyes locked onto his; your perception fixating on him entirely. He swore he could see your revealing thighs tense ever so slightly as he approached you as your skirt etched up slowly.

Allowing a soft smile to form across his lips, Alastors gaze softened ever so slightly, the desire, the want to look as friendly as possible consuming him entirely. "Hey,” He mumbled next to you with a tinge of awkwardness. “You need a drink?" His grin turned into a soft smirk at your stunned, flustered appearance. 

Were you trying to kill him?

"Oh hello! I-" He could see, visualise that you were unnecessarily nervous, yet not scared.

"Here." He spoke with confidence before gently handing you the glass, carefully resting in his left palm, he waited attentively for your pretty fingers to take it.

"Thank you!" You spoke all too enthusiastically before taking the drink from his hand stunning him, surprising him that you didn't attempt to ask or at least question anything. After bringing the spiked glass to your lips, only to take a large gulp, you continued. "Your name is Alastor isn't it?"

A weird feeling bloomed within the depths of his chest with the notion that you knew him, hoping everything you knew was all good and positive. Smiling, Alastor took a sip of his own drink before nodding his head, his hair swaying with every motion. "Yes dear, it is. And what may I call you beautiful?" He asked, intentionally leading you into the notion that he had no prior acknowledgement of your existence. Yet he had known far more about you than just your name. He knew where you lived, who your friends were, the size of your clothes, the smell of your skin. 

Echoing words from your mouth, his smile tightened as he watched your pretty lips purse into the syllables of your name, echoing each letter with such beauty that had him weak at the knees. "I heard you were a weirdo." You had added, spluttering the information from your lips.

Breezing past the comment with grace, Alastor laughs gently at you, his smile softening as he nudged you softly before regarding you again. "Aren't we all a little weird?" Leaning down ever so slightly closer to you, Alastor couldn't help but take a subtle sniff of your perfume, loving every second of it; it was so unmistakably you.

"Well... I suppose?" Your soft laughter rang in his ears as you took another sip, his steps closing in on you when he saw the powder taking its desired effect, your pupils widening slowly as you peered up at him.

"Would you like to dance?" He grinned, finishing off his glass before placing it on a nearby table; satisfied as you mimicked him, licking your lips as a little stream trailed down the flesh of your jaw.

Looking down at your form, his heart skipped a subtle beat as your hands glided down your outfit, your fingers grazing over yourself ever so sensually before you had gripped your palm around his wrist. "Alright, weird boy, I'll dance with you." You smiled before dragging him along with your steps.

His heart felt as though it was punching through his shaking ribcage as you touched him. 

You had truly touched him.

The flustered sensations that fluttered through his body were incomprehensible, something he wasn’t used to at all. But as you turned around, facing towards him before you continued to guide him through the sea of sweaty, dancing bodies, he could only perceive you. Register you.

He observed you as you twirled around to face him, a smile lighting up your features, willing his unsteady heart to calm down he stepped within your space before letting out a shaky breath, he placed a possessive hand on your waist, beginning to sway along with you.

You felt so good in his hands, like you were made for him. Your hips moulded to the stretch of his palms as he watched you place your hands onto his shoulders, shyness still fluttered against your expression. "Now, now love, I don't bite." He chuckled at your embarrassment, pulling you closer as a fast paced song began to play, his hands forcing your chest to press onto his.

Feeling you pressed against him oh so sensually, Alastor could only allow a shaken breath to whisper from his lips as his cock began to throb at your chest pressed harshly against his; the contours of your breasts enhancing with the squish they were forced into against him. 

Swaying against your body along with the poorly made music, Alastor groaned ever so subtly. He couldn't help but rub his slightly hard member against you as your movements slowly became a bit more staggered, more incoherent as your eyes began to slowly flutter from shut to open; signs that the drug he had slipped into your drink earlier had started to take effect.

"Are you okay, love? You're looking a bit pale." He spoke with faux concern, the underlying tone within his voice relaying his true feelings; excitement.

"I- uhm…" Alastor almost buckled as your face pressed into the crook of his neck, allowing him to wrap an arm around your waist before he willed for his throbbing erection to calm down.

Soon, he would have you soon.

"Do you want to come with me, love?" Alastor asked before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear ever so slightly, revelling in the way your body shuddered, trembled against him.

"Please..." He smirked with glee at your non-combative agreement. Looking back up, Alastor made sure to scope out the club, ensuring that your friend couldn't see the pair of you, walking through the crowd of people before he navigated to the back exit of the building.

Clutching his fingers into the crevice of your waist, Alastor guided you far from the bustling music-induced establishment, and far into the depths of another street, his blood pressure erratic as he dragged your hazy and almost unconscious self towards the back of his car. As he continued to approach his vehicle, he wasn’t expecting you to grip your nails into the hem of his shirt as you tugged him downwards, leading him towards your lips before you, in a lustful haze, kissed him.

He was shocked, to say the least, he was aware the drug would send you into an unconscious fit, but he wasn’t acquainted with the knowledge that it could cause your arousal to peak, forcing you into a sexual mist.

Fumbling desperately for his keys, Alastor finally gripped his fingers onto the metallic object before on them impatiently, finally pulling them out from his tight jeans, a task made difficult with how your tongue felt lapping hungrily at his lips, begging for him to deepen the kiss further.

Jamming down on the button, Alastor crowds you to the back side of the car just past the doors, his lips letting out a shuddered sigh before opening the door to the back seats. His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly as he felt the way your soft lips sucked down and lapped at his bottom lip. Moving quickly, Alastor gently pushed you into the back of his car, his lips not once straying from yours.

Grunting as your knees bent backwards, Alastor pushed you along the three seats embedded within the vehicle. Your body sprawled out for him, legs naturally open for him as your eyes locked onto his.

He couldn’t contain himself, control himself; not with you, the lovely specimen he had been pining over for months now, lounged so erotically in his car. Muttering a carnal flurry of soft swears, Alastor pushed himself into the conveyance, forcing himself on top of you before tightly squishing the both of your forms together by closing the door behind, his lips still against the softness of yours lasciviously. 

It felt divine, the way you moved against him, consensually, nonetheless. You tasted so perfect, the way he had always imagined you’d taste, your tongue so soft and utterly delicious.

He almost wanted to eat you.

Flipping you over, he forced your body to lay on top of his, your clothed flesh pressing against his, causing his already aroused state to force his cock to throb into an erection; a flush of pain hitting him harshly as the tightness of his jeans constricted his hardening, fat length. 

Watching you hazily grind down onto him was so much better than all of his imaginative fantasies put together, your soft thighs pressing down against his hips as your soaked cunt dragged against the front of his pants desperately, making Alastor roll his eyes back into his skull. His cock now throbbing painfully; you smelt so good, he needed it, needed to taste it.

“Baby… can you crawl up for me?” He, in all honesty, didn’t intend for his voice to come out as gravelly as it did, but judging on the way your moans cried as you clumsily obeyed what he had instructed before placing your hips to hover his face, your expression showed how you had very much liked the current state you were in. Now with your body in the way, Alastor undid his pants before pulling them down slightly to ease the pain of his cock, allowing his straining length to slap against his abdomen. Grinning up at you, Alastor pulled you closer to him, pressing your thighs to his head so he could get a truly good look and smell of you.

“Delicious… You smell utterly divine.”

Lifting your skirt, his breath hitched as his eyes perceived your soaked, clothed cunt. Gripping his fingers into your plush thighs, he squeezed the flesh, caressing the natural fat as it undulated within his hands before pulling you downwards, his fingers latching into your lingerie, only to cause a tear to rip through the cloth without a second thought.

Ignoring your drowsy mumbled pleas, he pushed your core down onto the seat of his face. His nose pressing into the wetness of your clit as his tongue lapped against the opening of your depths, slurping up the lubricated essence that leaked from your cunt. 

The noises that left your pretty lips filled the car, and despite how your thighs squeezed around the skull of his head, your voiced moans sang through his system, allowing it to vibrate throughout his body, and directly to the throbbing of his cock. Twisting his tongue, Alastors eyes rolled back into the depths of his skull as he rut his hips up, letting out a pleasured huff against your pulsing heat; it was too much all at once. You tasted like ambrosia to him and he feared that he wouldn't be able to get enough.

Pulling your cunt against his face further, Alastor greedily sucked, nipped and lapped up anything he could get from you. Ears muffled and ringing, he could barely hear your cries as pleasure tipped into overstimulation in your hazy state. Moaning into your core, he felt the sensation of your fingers weave messily into his hair before clenching down in an attempt to pull him back, hips twitching with what he desired most.

Your orgasm.

He could feel it, the tremors of your flushed out thighs as you continued to squeeze around him, alluding to your closeness in peak. Staring up at your hunched over form, he felt his cock twitch eagerly as your mouth began to salivate; your glistening drool threatening to splatter against his face.

Snaking his hands up to your hips, his hand latched on to your waist, only to force your body weight to thrust into him further. It felt heavenly, having your sloppy cunt sat on his mouth as you crushed him, constricting his air flow as you squeezed your thighs around his head.

It was only when you began moaning, haze littered within your loud cries of sexual pleasure that Alastor truly found heaven; as your cunt twitched against his mouth along with the erratic rutting of your hips against his face. Soaking up your excessive essence that flowed from your sex, Alastor could only tense up as he began to feel your drugged up form to slowly knock out.

Hands shooting up Alastor holds up your slumped over form, elbows locking with the added weight, peering up at you as best that he could, your hazy half-shut eyes came into view. “Alastor…” Your needy voice stuttered, caressing his ears as he pushed you back. Hissing out a groan, your perfect posterior rubbed against his touch starved erection, yet he ignored the erotic sensation. He carefully placed you onto one of the passenger side seats before tucking a strand of hair back in place, smiling softly at your slumbering form.

You looked ethereal, sprawled out as your eyes closed shut in such a peaceful manner, a sight that had his already throbbing and twitching cock exacerbating. 

He wanted to take you home; truly he did. But the thought of finally consummating with you, moulding you into his little darling had pulled on the strings of his mind and heart more than any logical reasoning. And as he looked down at your glistening cunt whilst you slept through a drugged daze, he gripped the base of his cock, wrapping his sharp and long fingers around the phallic organ. He wanted, wished, desired to penetrate you, to fuck you until those pretty eyes reopened, until your cries of pleasure exceeded the orgasm you had on his face.

Rubbing his leaking tip against your slippery folds, Alastor shuddered as white hot pleasure shot through his spine. You were so warm, so wet, and all his. Barely able to contain his excitement, Alastor thrusted his thickened member into your relaxed, drowsy cunt. The drugs he had intoxicated you with were working wonders on you, giving him near to no issue bottoming out within you, your soft walls clenching down onto his length reflexively.

“Fuck…” Alastor had hardly recognised his own voice, gravelly and wrapped with desperation. As gentle and careful as he could try to be in his current state, his fingers grasped onto the flush of your hips, pulling you into him as he rolled his hips into you further; roughly grinding his tip against your cervix with every thrust. He could feel your slick gathering at the base of his cock, only to drip down his heavy balls. 

He truthfully wasn’t going to last much longer. You felt too good, too divine to stop. Your walls pulsating against his length with every thrust, every sensation of your wet cunt gliding against him; he couldn’t take it, couldn’t stand it. Not when your lips parted, not as your juices splattered against his pelvis, not as your pretty eyes began to hazily flutter open.

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No very pleased with this one. I had so many troubles... hope you like it anyway!

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Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Warnings: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘

A/N: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 - 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚃.𝚃 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚡𝙳 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!<𝟹

As Alastor threw your body face down against the bed, you squeaked ever so slightly, clawing your freshly manicured nails into the sheets as you looked back at him. It was often you forgot how strong the Radio Demon physically was due to his preference of using his demonic powers, tentacles, or shadows to deal with any situation that needed to be handled; including the sexual intimacy you both shared.

Before you could utter a word, echo his name from your glossed lips, his clawed talons threaded through your hair before gripping along the back of your scalp, only to shove the side of your face into the mattress below you. Leaning his face down to yours, he pressed his lips against the fat of your cheek lovingly. “You asked for this, my dirty little love.” He whispered against your flesh, pressing your face further into the mattress before leaning away.

He was right, you had asked. You had sat in his lap, diverted his attention from his book before whispering into his neck, relaying to him how awful your day was, how stressed you were, and how you had begged him to make you forget about it all, forget about all the distressing situations you had to deal with oh so prettily. 

Initially, you had expected him to just stroke your hair, to place loving kisses all over your face and to hold you close as he spoke words of encouragement to you.

But Alastor, the man who had captured your heart, knew you better than that.

He knew the best course of action for helping you destress was fucking you into the pits of oblivion with a force to be reckoned with.

Letting out a soft cry as Alastors roughed palm hit the rump of your posterior with a sudden harshness, you spoke a single word to him, a word that let him know exactly what mood you were in, what kind of erotically debauched sex you wanted from him; how roughly you desired him to be. “Master,” You had mumbled against the sheets, forcing Alastors movement to halt altogether, his irises locking onto yours in unadulterated lust as you spoke that simple word with absolute want. “I need you.” You pleaded before moving your hips with intention, pressing your clothed ass against your lover’s growing erection.

With a growl on the tip of his tongue, his claws pressed into either side of your posterior, his talons dragging, piercing into your skin as he shredded the fabric of clothing that hid the softness of your flesh to him; hid the glistening of your perfect cunt from his perverted sight. “Stay still and let your master take care of you, little darling.” His voice groaned through clenched, razor sharp teeth. 

You couldn’t help but obey, not as you felt the heaviness of Alastors well girthed and lengthy cock settle harshly against your scratched and spanked ass. He gave you hardly no warning, only another sharp strike against your ass before his flushed red tip intruded the folds of your cunt, forcing your unprepped core open with his veiny length despite how tightly your sex prevented him from slipping in with ease; but that didn’t matter to Alastor.

He would force his way in, whether you were ready or not; just how you liked it.

Rough was all you could perceive as he forced his cock to thrust into you entirely, pushing and bullying against your cervix with his large tip, causing a swell of pain to spike through your nervous system. 

He was relentless, cruelly so as his claws latched into the flesh of your waist, guiding, forcing your body to meet his harsh thrusts that he pummelled into you. Without a whine, you allowed your mind to go blurred as you lost yourself in the brutalisation of your cunt, in the sensations of his heavy balls slapping the flesh of your clit when every insertion, stimulating you in multiple ways as the sound of his body slapping your skin echoed the room. 

His claws pierced into the skin of your ass forcing your body to move along with his thrusts to make them meet him harder, with more impact. ”My perfect little slut, take your masters cock; such a good fucking girl, keep taking me and I’ll reward you, I promise.”

Screaming through your vocal chords in response to his utterly debauched words, your eyes rolled back into the depths of your mind as your lips parted widely. You could barely think, let alone comprehend anything but your master's name, voice and cock as he continued to brutalise your cunt in the best ways possible. 

“That’s it,” His voice rasped in a groan. “Pant like a fucking dog for me, darling.” One of his clawed hands released your posterior, only to latch around the front of your throat before he forced you to bend your spine backwards sharply, allowing him to look at your fucked out face from a better angle. “Fuck, pretty little thing aren’t you? Always looking so fucking perfect.” 

His thrusts became harsher, despite him already going at an excessively rough pace. All you could see was your master’s wicked yellow smile as he allowed his black tongue to roll from the innards of his mouth, his oral appendage swiping along the skin of your cheek, and across the lid of your eye. All you could do was mumble an incoherent mass of swears as his cock continued to bully you.

“You love it don’t you?.” He growled as he forced your back to bend further, making you scream out in slight discomfort. ”Being fucked dumb on your masters cock. Such a little whore, you’re lucky you’re mine, because only I can satisfy you like this, isn’t that right?”

You agreed vigorously, responding without hesitation as your saliva drooled from the corners of your lips, your cunt persevering through the roughness of your master's large, girthed cock. “I love it; love you, only you, master.” You had managed to semi coherently cry out as Alastor’s grip around your throat became tighter, forcing a gasped choke to echo from your larynx. 

“Perfect little slut.” He groaned through clenched teeth, his claws piercing the skin of your throat as his other hand wrapped your hair around his fist, only to pull you further back yet again. 

He was going to break your spine in half if he carried on this assault, you were sure.

“Scream for me, darling. Let me hear my beautiful darling’s voice as she screams my name.” It was a request, a demand you gave in to all too quickly as you allowed a mantra of bloodied screams to sing through the musked air of your shared bedroom. 

Licking his lips, Alastor kissed your temple with such passionate roughness before moving his kiss down to your cheek, forcing you to stay in your uncomfortably awkward position as he continued to fuck himself into you. Resting his cheek against yours, his grip seemed to become more loving as he sighed and groaned into your ear. “I’m going to fuck you til you pass out darling, and even then I won’t stop. You’re mine and you’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? Beautiful little thing.”

Sorry it was short T.T but i hope this suffices for my lack of uploading

[selenezq]

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞MDNI🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

I'm back with a fic I've written that was inspired by the wonderful @home-for-wayward-fawns

Edited by the lovely @the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes

Alastor x Reader

Reader is AFAB

CW: Stuck trope, dub con, semi public sex, penetration, oral, porn no plot

Help Me Mr. Radio Demon, I'm Stuck

It had been a long day. There had been lots of things to do: Charlie's bonding exercises, helping Husk restock the bar supplies, and taking an inventory of everything that was running low around the hotel—some general day-to-day tasks to keep it running. The only thing left on your list to do was your least favorite: laundry.

It had already been started, the melodic chime of the washer alerting you that it was time to move things along. With a sigh, you head to the laundry room and open the lid to the washer. Pulling your wet clothing out carefully, you ascertain what pieces need to be hung up to dry first. Humming softly as you work, you pull all the special care items out and hang them one by one.

Finally, all that needed extra care are hung to dry. Now you can focus on putting the rest in the dryer. You reach into the washer, grabbing a handful of wet clothes and chucking them into the final machine when you hear a loud clunk. Wondering if you had left another lipstick in your pocket, you bend down to investigate.

Getting down on your hands and knees before the dryer, you reach around, trying to find whatever had landed in there, but without success. You quickly decide to stick your head in the metal contraption to see if you could find whatever had dropped inside. Popping your head into the dryer’s opening, you immediately see exactly what you thought you would find: a forgotten container of lip color.

Grasping it firmly in your hand, you move to pull yourself out, only to find that you can't. You jerk yourself backwards, using more force this time, only to hear the faint ripping of the fabric of your blouse. Unwilling to ruin your shirt even more, you realize you are stuck—inside the dryer of all things. You groan in frustration, and it echoes in the small metal chamber. Briefly, you consider yelling for help, before deciding against the embarrassment that it would bring. "Fuck." You utter in frustration.

Alastor walks at a leisurely pace through the halls, lamenting the lack of occupants in the hotel today; they are off on some ridiculous adventure, providing for a less than entertaining afternoon. Mulling over his thoughts as he passes the laundry room, he wonders what everyone was up to, what amusements they were entertaining themselves with. Lost in thought, he almost misses the faint sound of your groan, quickly followed by an unladylike curse. Alastor halts, pivoting around in immediate curiosity. He steps through the door, only to be met with a sight that causes his trousers to feel too tight as his cock hardens within them.

You are currently bent in half and low to the floor, your plump ass barely covered by the short skirt you wear. Your top is bunched up, exposing the luminous skin of your lower back as you appear to be caught on something inside the dryer—trapped and waiting for him just like prey. How would your skin feel under his hands? His name would sound so sweet falling from your pretty lips. The thoughts came unbidden into his mind as an image of him rutting into you follows immediately afterwards.

Alastor had never dealt with these kinds of urges before—at least, until you. Your quick wit and kind smile had him yearning to spend time with you. The fact that you were the most breathtaking creature he had ever seen was only a bonus. He reaches his hand out, as if to touch your perfect posterior, before he seems to think better of it, letting his arm fall back down to hang at his side. He’s plagued with the desire to take you right then and there. Driven by his need, he takes a step closer so he is close enough to reach out and grab you. His cock twitches eagerly in his suit pants.

The Radio Demon's lips quirk into a sinister grin as his eyes rake over you hungrily. Feeling his licentious gaze, you call out helplessly, "Is somebody there?" Your voice echoes in the metal drum you find yourself captive within.

"It seems you've found yourself in a bit of trouble, my dear." Alastor remarks in his radio-filtered voice.

"Oh, I'm so glad you’re still here, Alastor. I seem to be stuck on something and I don't want to rip my shirt too badly; could you help me?" You ask, trying not to let the rising panic you feel at being trapped seep into your voice.

"I would be delighted to help a beautiful damsel such as yourself, pet." Alastor purrs, his radio voice filling the silence of the room. Using a shadowy tendril, he pushes the door shut, the echo of it closing loudly before sliding the lock into place with a snap. His feet bring him even closer to you, the heels of his boots clicking loudly. Close enough to touch, he stops, his large frame towering powerfully over you. He can feel the heat radiating off your body. "You silly girl; how did you even get stuck in there?" He chuckles deprecatingly.

"I wanted to remove the lipstick that fell in here so my clothes wouldn't get ruined." You answer, your voice muffled from the machine surrounding your upper body. You can feel him standing close to you and your heart races, pulse quickening. You've always found Alastor extremely charming, with his protective nature, dangerous aura, and hilarious jokes. Hips moving as you wiggle, jittery under the weight of his gaze, you try to free yourself once more.

Alastor watches as your shapely rear gyrates back and forth in your futile attempt to free yourself. He represses a groan, pondering what it might feel like against his throbbing cock. Bending at the waist, he leans down to place a clawed hand on your exposed lower back. "Calm down my dear; I'm sure I'll have you out in no time. I'm here to assist." He says, the static in his voice crackling dangerously, a direct contrast to the words the demon is saying. "Although, I don't see why I shouldn't have a little fun while I'm here." Alastor says, his usual smile taking on a predatory edge.

He kicks your right leg to the side, giving himself a clear view of the tiny strip of fabric barely covering you. You should feel the sting of embarrassment, but instead you can feel your pussy clench with need. "Alastor, I don't see how this could possibly help." You argue feebly, not really meaning for him to stop.

Not listening to the words he knows you don't mean, Alastor grabs your waist. His hands are on either side of your hips, claws digging lightly into your skin as he pulls on you, hoping to get you free. The material of your undergarments clings to your pussy, slick with want. As he tugs on you, your ass grazes against his barely constrained hardness and you bite your lip, aware of how big he feels against you.

"I plan to help myself first. Then I'll help you." The tall demon growls, his voice thick with his radio filter. You can hear static crackling and popping as he grinds into you. Using his power, he wills a cold tendril to pull your panties swiftly to the side. You don't protest, feeling a pleasurable jolt every time he humps and rubs his covered manhood against your backside. You find yourself desperate to feel him bare against your needy quim. As he pulls away momentarily, you find yourself holding back a whimper of disappointment.

Before you have too long to feel discontented, you feel his hot breath fanning against your bare cunt. Alastor's tongue darts out of his mouth, eagerly lapping at your clit and you can't help the gasp that wrenches its way from your mouth. He moves slowly, as if he's savoring a meal, each stroke sending pleasurable tingles through your body.

Alastor loves the taste of your juices, unable to think of a sweeter treat he's had in his life. Sliding his tongue down your slit, he plunges it deep within your cavern without warning. You let out an obscene moan as you feel his lengthy, demonic tongue reach just the right spot inside of you. Curling and slurping it, Alastor attacks your pussy with an intense vigor. He brings a hand up to your sensitive bud, massaging it with his digits in steady, circular, motions.

As he continues his ministrations for quite some time; you can feel pleasing tingles travel increasingly through your body and you know you won't last long. "Alastor, please don't stop!" You cry out, not caring about your volume as long as he doesn't cease his movements. Increasing his pace, his finger and tongue move in unison to bring you closer and closer to that edge you feel quickly approaching. With a loud scream of ecstasy, you feel your orgasm crashing, waves of pleasure flowing over you.

Holding onto you as your legs quiver, he continues to lick as you quake through it, his fingers still moving against your over-sensitive nub. You feel the creeping of shame as your post-bliss fades away. You can't believe you enjoyed this while trapped in this infernal machine.

With one final swipe, the overlord collects one last taste of your saccharine nectar. Pulling himself off of your sensitive flesh, he licks his lips with an indecent smacking sound. "You taste simply divine, darling." He coos delightedly at you. "You simply must let me sample that again sometime."

"I would love to do this again, but I still need help out of this dryer." You murmur, embarrassed. "Please Alastor." You tack on at the end pleadingly.

"Ah, I still intend to free you my dear, but I'm not quite finished. What kind of hunter would I be if I turned away such a gift, my prey already trapped and laid out deliciously for me?" He says with a tsk, tsk, tsk. Bringing his hands to his belt, he undoes it with a hurried, urgent pace. Sliding it through the loops on his trousers he pulls it out, discarding it recklessly, and you hear it clatter against the linoleum.

You hear a metallic zipping sound before his colossal cock is springing free, hitting your ass with a hard thwack. Alastor slides his considerable length along your already soaked hole, teasing you playfully. "I'd like to hear you beg again, pet." He decides, and you can hear in his tone that this isn't a request.

"Please, please, please, Al; I need this. I need you inside of me." You beg prettily, desperately. Without even waiting for you to finish, he's shoving himself inside you, his thick hardness stretching you almost painfully. Your slick walls grip his hardened member perfectly and he lets out a throaty groan.

"You are just as warm and tight as I always imagined, my doe." He praises, thrusting into you, driven by his overwhelming desire to feel you come apart around his aching cock. His hips move at a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over again, his tip hitting your cervix every time. The dryer shakes with the force of each thrust as he chases his own release.

"Before I reward you with my seed, I want you to cum for me one more time. No holding back those beautiful noises you make." He says authoritatively, not stopping his movements.

"I don't,” you pant out, “know if I can." Pleasure overwhelms you as he drills into you over and over again.

"You can, and you will. I'm not asking, darling." He commands, snapping his hips into you, hitting just the right spot as he does. You can sense another orgasm creeping upon you, despite saying you couldn't. You focus on that feeling as his cock moves in and out of you, producing a wet squelching sound. With a loud shout, you're pushed over the edge a second time. You shake as the force of your climax causes your knees to go weak, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

Alastor supports you as your body goes limp, your last bit of energy spent. His thrusts become erratic and sloppy as he follows his own high, the tightness of your soft cavern milking him. With a loud, guttural cry, he releases ropes of cum inside you, his cock twitching with every spurt. He calls out your name, his member deflating as the cooling mess of his seed slides out of you.

With a frustratingly easy snap of his fingers, you are freed from the dryer. In an instant you are on your feet in front of him, your blouse repaired, and your clothing all back in its rightful place, his suit fresh and pristine like nothing ever happened. "You could have just done that this whole time?"

"Ah, but where would have been the fun in that? We both enjoyed our time here tonight, after all." Alastor responds, patronizingly smug. A blush blossoms on your face as you think about the sex you've just had with the man you’ve been distracted by for quite some time. With a smug grin, he slides the lock on the door back open with a click. Grasping the knob, he holds it open for you, ever the charming gentleman. "Ladies first." He says holding his other hand out to help you. Together, you both leave the laundry room behind.

[hurthermore]

I CANNOT wait for the new Misconduct of Love chapter😩 I love it with my whole heart🫶

I’m so glad you like it!! I’m trying very hard to get it out asap!! I’m just having a bit of trouble with this certain chapter unfortunately sorry :((

[ichiiixs]

Quick sketch human Al!✨

X: @ichiiixs

[hurthermore]

Human Alastor is my Roman Empire OMG Ichiiiii I LOVE IT LEMME KISS ❤️❤️

[ichiiixs]

Do it properly. (18+)

I posted the uncensored one on my twitter! please check it out 😉!

[hurthermore]

Haaiii i wanted to come here to express how much i love A Misconduct of Love, bbygrl had me reading until 2am when i had work at 10 today 😭😭😭 i work at a library and im pretty much in the computer lab the entire day (which is exactly where i want to be because i have sweet F-A to do in here, so you're fic has taken me🩷🩷🩷) literally sitting at my little desk, kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading Alastor fawn over Reader even if his intentions are slightly ill-intended AKSHSODJWI only slightly, but I support Alastor's wrongs 🩷🩷🩷 i dont know if you listen to Will Wood at all, but I was listening to his song Vampire Reference in A Minor Key, all the while conducting my own little delusion of your Alastor having this push-pull relationship with Reader. Where its already established how crazy they are for each other, but Reader has yet to leave her vile husband (its the roaring 20's, so it's not like she's really in a place to divorce him anyway, unforch, but that does make their affair all the more enticing) (also im totally and entirely disregarding NY in this scenario btw, lemme be delusional xoxo) and I can see Reader like. Drugging her husband every night to make him drowsy and crash before he can force her into anything. Then she sneaks off into the night where she finds herself at Alastor's doorstep, and he welcomes her with open arms. Being the gentleman he is, he'll encourage her to share her feelings, how her day has been, what that disgusting husband of hers has been up to and more importantly, did he hurt her today? Is she okay? If shes harmed, he'll do his best to take care of her, console her before leading her into a soft and slow, passionate kiss. One that Reader's been desperately craving and she reaches out to hold his face. He's pulling her in and leaning her back into the couch until he's hovering over her. They're groping each other and Reader, desperate to be loved in a way thats meaningful, reaches for Alastor's collar first. Her fingers are clumsy but determined as shes releasing the buttons on his waistcoat. This certainly isnt the first time this has happened, but Alastor remains pleasantly surprised everytime she initiates first, but that doesnt mean he'll giving her the satisfaction of pleasuring him first. No matter what, its always his utmost duty to treat her until shes had her fill - until shes begging for him to finally be inside her, and god knows he could never deny her. With Alastor, she wants it all. She wants his everything and anything he is willing to provide her. Dare she say, she wouldnt even mind if she ended up pregnant with Alastor's child (i have a breeding kink IRL, and I strongly believe, after falling into bed with Alastor so many times, she'd develop her own breeding kink with him as well) 🩷 they'd become addicted to each other, and it'd be even sexier if she did end up pregnant by Alastor, falsely allowing her husband to believe its his child until both Reader and Alastor reel up and incenerate his ass together 🩷 (burn his ass alive in that horrible, awful house shes been forced to live in for the last year. And listen tearfully as Alastor begs her, genuinely and tearfully begs her to come live with him. Be his wife and let him love her the way she deserves to be loved. And they can be happy together, they can build a beautiful life together with their little one. He genuinely cannot live another day without her, and she feels the same🩷)

.....sorry for writing essentially my own fanfic of *your* fanfic in your inbox, you can delete this if you want!! You have me romanticising at my job today, trust that I will be thinking about Alastor and Reader for the rest of my afternoon xoxoxo ilu 🩷✨️

AHHH TYSM FOR ENJOYING MISCONDUCT!! I also LOVE this so much, unfortunately it’s not where I plan to take misconduct sorry.

But don’t apologise for writing this! I loved it and I kinda wished more people would write things like this for misconduct it makes me so happy sksks

Ty for taking your time to not only read misconduct but write all of this! I’m working hard to try to finish the next chapter!! 👉👈