I'm sure this was obvious to plenty of other people but I'm unobservant as hell. (Ha!) This is one of my favorite details about Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss.
Hell is a 7 ring circus for the damned.
Each ring is not only home to a particular sin, but an act in the circus. Each act in the circus is led by their respective embodiment of Sin.
So far we have have Beelzebub, Sin of Gluttony and the animal tamer
Asmodeus, Sin of Lust and the circus magician
And Mammon, Sin of Greed and star of the clown show
Of course the whole damned show is run by none other that our glorious Ringleader, fallen angel, embodiment of the Sin of Pride, and rubber duck enthusiast, Lucifer Morningstar.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, sinners of all ages welcome to Hell! Free admission with damnation. Stay forever and suffer enjoy the show!
his eyes reminded you of garnets, shining, deep and raw. they were intriguing as you saw the depth of the red beryl gems that seemed to have been cut by a master jeweler. the most precious gem, crafted from practiced hands and gifted to an enigma of a man.
āyouāre staring.ā was all that was said as he turned the paper he was reading, never looking up at you.
ābeautiful things are to be admired.ā you respond back easily, not letting him catching you in the act stop you from continuing. he sighed.
āi am not a beautiful thing to be admired. at most iām the demented figure you lock in a cabinet and then is forgotten for thousands of years.ā he explains, setting down his paper and looking at you. your smile growing as you are now graced with a full, complete look of his eyes.
āyou donāt see what i see.ā he opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off just the same. āyou donāt see how your eyes shine like rubies, that were meticulously handcrafted by someone with the expertise of generations. how your hair falls so softly, just so, framing your face as if da vinci himself set it there. you obviously donāt see, how you gracefully enter and exit a room or even cook and itās like watching a trained dancer complete a routine.ā you cross over to him and straddle his lap, tossing the paper on the table next to the couch.
āyou are art, alastor. worth admiring and every minute iām not, itās a minute of my hellish life wasted.ā you caress his cheeks as his eyes are wide.
āwhere were you when i was alive?ā he asks, a look of sadness crossing his face.
āwaiting to admire you.ā you respond back easily and press a kiss to his cheek.
Here's my contribution to the Spread the Love challenge animation collab. Had a lot of fun with this one. I'll be sharing a process video of this soon.
Summery:You find yourself in a bit of a tight spot...
Masterlist
CH-13: A small problem arises
Charlie's scream brought Vaggie and Pentious in the room as they stood there agape as well.
'What's with all the ruckus around here?' Alastor said as he stepped inside the cabin again for the second time. 'Niffty's human again!' Pentious answered from your door looking back at Alastor.
Alastor quickly peeked into the room over Vaggie's shoulder.
Indeed there was Niffty, who now had much more humane appearance being held by you. She had short light brown hair with red hues which were all damp and wet. On top of her milkish white skin was a pair of light yellow eyes blinking at you, not knowing what just happened while holding onto your shoulder.
She also had her old maid uniform on. But there was a tiny hole behind her dress where a small dog tail was poking out and she had a pair of dog ears as well. Despite her small frame, she was still an adult. But you kept holding her up like she weighted nothing.
After your eyes adjusted finally you slowly opened your eyes. "Niffty..?" You choked out. You were surprised to find yourself holding onto a human, well almost a human girl instead of the cute puppy of a few seconds ago.
"Oh my god Niffty you became human too!" Charlie sequeled as she ran over to you both. As she was talking about Niffty's new look to her you felt water droplets fall on your chest. Looking down you realised you may have been holding Niffty for quite a while and water from her hair was falling on you. You decided to put her down as others came to examine Niffty's new form.
"Niffty you have dog ears! How cute!" Charlie squealed as she leaned down to her level. Alastor came close to Niffty, taking in her new form.
'Niffty, dear, tell me exactly what you were doing before you turned into this. Spare no details' Alastor quickly inquired as soon as he stepped inside the room.
"Let the girl breathe Alastor. She just turned human, let her get used to her form first" Vaggie stepped in front of her.
"Niffty you feel any different?" You asked crouching down to her height.
"No I don't think so? But I can clean properly now! There are some spots I couldn't reach as a dog. I'm coming for those now!" She ended with a creepy laugh as she sprinted to finally clean with proper stuffs.
You nervously laughed looking at her. "At least she's making the best of her form" you stood up.
'Sooo, Charlie ...' Angel began to speak .
'As of so far about turning into human, the timing is from when you come here right?'
"Seems like it for now yeah! Why?" Charlie asked turning to face the spider. Meanwhile you grabbed a new loose t-shirt and shorts and went to take a quick shower in the bathroom.
'That means I'm next right? Haha,fuck yeah! Can't wait to finally get out of this shitty spider body!' Angel said celebrating by himself.
'Hold on that means I'm last! Fucking great..' Cherri looked the exact opposite of Angel dust.
'Heh don't worry toots, I'll personally carry you around when I become human again.'
'oh fuck off'
When you came out of the shower, you were faced with Niffty literally zooming from place to place with a duster and big ass needle, that gods knows where she found from, cleaning your place up. You could appreciate her enthusiasm. At least you don't have to worry about cleaning your cabin any longer.
"Hey (Y/n), could we borrow some of your clothes?" Vaggie asked standing beside you. "Me and Charlie wanted to take a shower if you don't mind but we don't really have other cloths..."
"Oh yes please go ahead!" You quickly reassured her. "Choose whichever you'd like, please. Most of my clothes are kinda oversized since they're most comfortable to wear. But I have some tight fitted ones of my own size too. You should be able to find the ones that fit you "
"Thank you, we'll go pick some out then" Vaggie smiled at you as she went to fetch Charlie and get the cloths. You went outside at your balcony as you sipped on
some coffee and scrolled through twitter.
"They're gonna sell trading cards now?" You were wide eyed looking at the video that the Hazbin hotel twitter account just posted. "There's keychains and literal key too!! Ahhh I want it! I want it so bad!"
But your wallet was practically crying. If you were to buy those right now, it might be hard to even last the week. Especially since there are three new people in the house. Your next paycheck should come after this week was over.
There was another thing to consider, if all of the cast turned human, you might not have enough money to feed all of them. Something needs to be done so at least you all don't starve. So it was a bit of a problem.
You headed back inside so you could call for a meeting. You found Charlie and Vaggie drying their hair in your room. Vaggie wore a oversized hoodie of yours with shorts and Charlie wore one of your dresses. Your heart practically swooned at the sight of them wearing your cloths. Was this the reason people in relationship steal each others cloths so much?
You explained the situation to Vaggie who quickly gathered the other animals and Niffty. You sat on your bed and explained your concerns. Vaggie volunteered to translate for the animals.
"We really need to find a way to make more money. My salary might be enough to somehow feed three to four people at best. But not about eight of you"
'What if we attacked drunks and perverts in the streets and took their money? We would be keeping the streets clean AND get the money we need' Alastor suggested.
"Are you fucking nuts? No way we're doing that!" Vaggie screamed.
"Wait what did he say?" You asked confused looking at both of them.
"Oh he said if we could kill people and take their money" Niffty answered for you while swinging her feet from the bed.
"What the- noo!" This time you screamed looking at Alastor. "Can you not about think anything except hurting others?"
'You are the one who asked us for our suggestion'
'What if you guys become stripper's instead? It pays good money~'
"I don't think I'd be comfortable with that Angel..." Charlie nervously laughed.
After a lot more talking and presenting ideas and erasing them, Pentious finally spoke up.
'What if Charlie and Vaggie gets a job here?'
Vaggie translated it for you. "Job huh..that might be the best but where could you guys work around here without any papers.." you mumbled by yourself. "Not to mention Charlie's horns and Vaggie's antenna's on the head."
"Oh oh I could make something at home with my sewing if you'd like! Then we can go sell it!" Niffty chipped in.
'And I could create new gadgetsss when I become human! No doubt people will go crazy with the inventionss made by the great Sir Pentiousss!'
You smiled after you heard Niffty and Vaggie translated Pentious's words. "Yes that could work as well. Nice thinking both of you"
"As for the rest of you, we'll decide once you become human. For now we'll focus on getting Charlie or Vaggie to work so the load lessens a bit.Ā Though it'll be hard finding a place that doesn't require any paperworks or something.."
You scratched your chin, deep in thought. Suddenly you remembered about a certain someone.
"I think I know just who to call for a little help to get through. But I really would rather not call her without an emergency." You sighed.
"Oh who is it (Y/n)?" Charlie asked with curiosity.
"My cousin, Melody." You said looking at the phone. "It's been some time since I last talked with her." You said sadly.
'Do you have an issue going on that girl or something?' Husk asked from the chair he was sitting and Niffty translated it for you.
"No no, not at all. It's the opposite in fact. I see her as my little sister and we basically grew up together "
"Then what's the matter?" Vaggie was confused with you answer. "Why didn't you call her all this time?"
"Her parents hate me. So I try not to call her as much so she doesn't get in any trouble. But I think a call is long overdue by now" you dialed up the number and exhaled trying to prepare yourself. "I'll be right back after the call" You said while moving out to the balcony and calling her.
'Why would anyone hate someone so sssweet as her?' Pentious said as he looked at all of them.
"I know right? She has been taking care of us all these time and she's practically an angel!" Charlie exclaimed.
'Now now Charlie, don't go jumping to conclusions just yet. We haven't seen all of her. Who knows what she's hiding in her past.' Alastor said with a grin. 'There must be some reason for this'
'Even though I hate to admit it, this fucker might be right. Don't get all high horse about her now. We barely know her properly.' Husk looked away and lied down on the chair and curled up facing away from everyone.
"Let's not all get hasty. We should wait for her to come back and hear from her what happened" Vaggie tried to stay neutral about all these as she looked in the direction of the balcony.
Melody didn't pick up the first call. But she picked the second. With your heart pounding you asked softly first like you always do.
"Hey is this a good time?"
This was to ensure your aunt, uncle or her dreaded brother weren't nearby to stir up trouble for Melody. You smiled when she said yes in a overjoyed tone.
"Yes it is! Skylar got in trouble for drinking last night and mom and dad's letting him have it. They won't be here for some time. And why haven't you called all this time?? I missed you!"
You smiled gently hearing she still misses you. And it looked like her brother was being a pain in the ass as usual.
"Isn't that guy like 15 or something? Anyway, I'm sorry for not calling you Mel, I was afraid of getting you in trouble.. "
"Girl stop worrying about me! I'll handle them one way or another. But I suppose you had a reason for calling me now hm?"
You felt guilt travelling through your entire body to reconsider your decision to ask her for help.
"Yes I actually did..but let me hear about how your life's been so far! Tell me all the gossips!"
"Hm,sure then. There was this guy...."
Melody talked about a guy she has a crush on, how her parents are overpressuring her with their expectations to a new shitty series she just started watching. You both laughed and joked just like old times. It was almost enough to make you forget about the whole deal.
"And the story's so fucking boring too like god you won't believe! Bitch at least have interesting characters! Oh and anyways what was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?"
"I was hoping you could lend me some money... I'm kinda in a tight spot recently after I bought the new cabin. I'll repay you don't worry -" you got cut off from her answering.
"Shut up, not a another word from you! Take as much as you need and don't worry about paying!"
"But-"
"No buts!" Melody's voice became a bit softer. "You never really ask me for anything. You're always the one helping me out since we were little. Let me have this at least (Y/n)"
"Alright...and who says you don't do anything?" You said with small smile creeping on your face.
After a bit more talking you told her a decent amount of money that you needed in case of emergency. You made sure to not ask more then you might need. After a few seconds of cutting the call, you got a notification saying the money has been transferred.
You went back inside with a smile on your face. "I got the money guys! We don't need to worry about starving for now." You happily announced at the lot.
"That's great to hear! Also (Y/n) some of us was a little curious about what you said before, of your aunt's and uncle not liking you.." Charlie said looking at Alastor and Husk especially.
"Oh yeah about that......" You sighed. You were unsure on how to present the story to them.
"So when I was six.."
A.N: This was a rather mild chap but it needed to be done to get rid of some questions people might have in future.
Also I'm making their human apparences based on their ethnicity and fanart I find online and add my own little twist there. So everything might not be entirely accurate.
Which show you guys think Melody was watching? š¤š¤
Why is it that just a little bit of sunshine does so much for me? I swear it doesn't make that big of a difference, but every year Mama Earth is like "Bitch, hold my water & watch this!"
Where I'm at, its almost 70F; & sunny for the 3rd day in a row. I'm outside on the closed in front porch; my German Shepherd people-watching & 3yr. old tiny-human being the whirlwind that he is; listening to music;; and
And there is such a sense of peace in my heart. Being able to have this time to just myself, in my own space, in the sun, with some of my favorite soul; does something to me.
i'm not a very profound writer, but i could sit out here and just create a whole story from just the pure joy and calmess i have within me, which unfortunately is not my normal state; even though that is what i strive for every day. i am a very anxious person, with a soul to be adventerous. its a hell of a combination.
i would spend more time actually fully immersed in sunlight, but im naturally redheaded and pale as a ghost (lol), so i have to moderate within reason. But just the fresh breeze blowing through my hair & the trees simotaniously, birds chirping, and the smell of grass & the hint of oncoming rain; its all so intoxicating.
all this writing to simply express that...
... i wish more days were like today
(GIF basically unrelated;; except that Alastor (& Rosie) make me happy as well)
ā Summary: You kept your distance from Alastor. You heard the stories about the infamous Radio Demon and didn't plan on becoming his next victim. However, Alastor seemed to keep a watchful eye on you. You assumed it was because he wanted to kill you, but little did you knowāthat couldn't have been further from the truth.
ā Warnings: fem!reader, smut, dubious consent (the reader consents BUT is intoxicated), voice kink, oral sex (reader recieving), mind games, heavy tension, bites reader so hard he draws blood and laps it up, dirty talk, slight begging, one heated kiss shared, lowkey posessive!alastor, hinted that angel and the reader are besties
ā Word Count: 2,797
āPart One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five
His voice.Ā
It lingeredā playing on a loop inside your mind. You swore; even if all your other senses were stripped away,Ā you would still be able to recognize AlastorāĀ from the radio static crackle of his signature voice alone.Ā
He was strange, to say the least.Ā Alastor resided at the Hazbin Hotel long before you came along. But the moment you arrived; he intrigued you.Ā Ā
The nostalgic lit in his voiceā his chipper tone and condescending nature of his words. It all struck a chord from deep within you.Ā
You supposed it was because Alastor reminded you of your life on earth. His traditional way of talking, phrases, and mannerisms were familiar.Ā
Sure, you had a dinky radio of your own when you were alive, enjoying the static buzz that laced the tunes spilling out of the small contraption. But you had never heard anyoneā in the flesh with a radio static crackle polluting their voice.Ā
You stayed quiet but distant, keeping a watchful eye on Alastor. Before you arrived, you only heard rumors about the infamous Radio Demon. But never actually met him in personāĀ and you thanked your lucky stars for that.Ā From the horror stories you heard, the man was an absolute maniac.Ā
But when you finally put a face to the storiesāĀ it didnāt quite add up. Alastor surely had some demonic featuresāĀ everyone in hell did!Ā But he was a rather polite fellow, a lively and practical one at that. He treated the Princess of Hell with kindnessā which was astonishing, to say the least.
Alastor tolerated many of the patrons.Ā You could have sworn some of them should have kissed their own asses goodbye long ago for the shit they muttered to him. But alas, theyāre all still undead and kicking.Ā Maybe the stories were exaggeratedāĀ yeah, that made more sense.Ā Maybe, it was a reputation thing. You could most certainly see that as a possibility.Ā
Nonetheless, you kept your interactions with him short.Ā Itās like they always sayā a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.Ā
Alastor seemed to pick up on your evasiveness. You would catch his eyes lingering on you even from across the room. When you shared a glance his wayā hoping he would get the hint to avert his stareāĀ he didnāt.Ā Alastor merely locked eyes with you, grinning a bit wider at your acknowledgment of him.Ā
It irked youā it was like he was looking for something that he could use against you.Ā Something that made you tick.Ā
You kept your poker face up anytime you were in the presence of Alastor. Only letting the mask slip in the safety of your room. He made you paranoidāĀ and maybe that was his goal all along.Ā
At breakfastā he would be gawking at you. All the other patrons participated in idle chit-chat, not noticing the thick air of tension lingering in the room. The worst part is that he acted like it was nothing. Alastor would simply eat his meal while watching youāĀ as if you were nothing more than the wall behind youā or an empty chair for that matter.Ā
You cursed yourself for the way your eyes lingered on his lips. Blood would occasionally trickle down the corners of his smile while he feasted on his venison, and each time that happenedā his wicked tongue would dart out to wipe away the crimson liquid. Something about his movements was so intenseāĀ salacious. It stirred something within you.Ā Alastor was playing mind games with youāĀ you werenāt ignorant of that fact, yet you still fell into his traps.Ā
Midday, you could feel someone boring holes in the back of your head.Ā It hardly took a genius to guess who it could be.Ā
Alastor's slender arms were perched over the second-floor balcony. He gazed down at you from where you stood in the foyer. You were helping Charlie go over some trust-building exercises. But you couldn't help the way your nerve endings prickled with anxietyā knowing that your every move was being monitored.Ā
This ritual of his went on for months, and as more time passedāthe more uneasy you became.
So naturally, when The Princess of Hell herself held a gathering of sorts at the Hotelā in hopes of recruiting more sinners, you took advantage of the unlimited open bar rules for the night.
Husk raised a brow at you as you downed your seventh tequila shot. Angel cheered you on from where he sat beside you. Patronizing you for being four shots behind him.Ā
"Keep 'em comin' baby! We're gettin' hammered tonight!" Angel exclaimed, nudging his shot glass near Husk's face. The grumpy bartender swatted Angel's hand away, mumbling a handful of curses as he refilled your and Angel's glasses.Ā
"You're gonna fuckin' regret this come morning." Husk sighed, taking a swig of his favorite cheap booze. "Ha! He said come!" Angel cackled, nearly falling off of his bar stool. You couldn't help but giggle as well. The alcohol was in full effect after shot number eight. Your body felt light and airy, and your mind felt like it was full of cotton.Ā
"Seems like the real party is situated right here!" Your head lazily turned over to where the voice was coming from. You were met by none other than the man you were drinking to forget aboutāĀ Alastor.
His breath tickled your cheeks from the proximity. Alastor adored invading the personal space of othersā and you were no exception to that.Ā "Hmmm, Say that again, I like it when you talk!" You giggled, locking your eyes with his. Alastor's brows widened in shock from your confession. "Is that right, dear? Do tell me more! What do you like about the way I converse, hm?"Ā
An airy laugh escaped you as your elbow grounded itself against the bar. You now cradled your head with your palm. Alastor watched your every move. "You remind me of home... pluuus, your voice is just really captivating," The corners of Alastor's lips curved upward. His staple grin morphed into a smirk.Ā
"Captivating, you say! How so, dear?" His voice dropped low as he uttered that sweet term of endearment. Alastor now mimicked your posture. He cradled his cheek with his large palm, bony elbow digging into the bar for support. "I dunno... it's just, when you talk, it makes me feel... funny!"
Alastor leaned his face closer near yours. Noses brushing up against one another. You giggled from the feeling of his breath tickling your lips. "Funny,Ā how?" You bit your lip in contemplation, drunken mind trying to find the right words to describe it. You didn't fail to notice Alastor's gaze flickering to your lips as you did so.
"Hmm... liiike... warm and tingly?" Alastor's smirk twitched from your words. His eyebrows rose in surprise from your sinful confession. "Interesting... are those feelings present, my dear?" You felt heat rush to your face. Unaware if it was from the alcohol or his question. You nodded slowly, scoring your bottom lip with your teeth.
Alastor's free hand grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Pulling you impossibly close. "Use your words, darling." His lips ghosted over yours when he spoke. You could hardly think with Alastor invading your senses. His radio static voice fell off toward the end of his declaration. Causing heat to pool in your core from the sound of his authentic voice.Ā
"Yes... 'm feeling like that right now," You whispered against his lips, gaze not daring to leave his. Alastor slowly dipped his head lower as he moved closer to you. His lips tickled the shell of your ear before he whispered, "Would you allow me to help relieve you of those...Ā feelings?"Ā
Your heart hammered against your chest from his words. You weren't thinking clearly with the alcohol still running rampant through your bloodstream. But you honestly didn't care to rationalize his offer. This could possibly be your only chance to talk to him this casually. Without that security of liquid courage, you would go right back to avoiding Alastor entirely.Ā
You nearly caught yourself trying to nod your head in agreementāĀ before remembering his demand,Ā UseĀ yourĀ words. "Yes... please." You huffed as his face slowly came back into view. His smile was tight-lipped as his shadows enveloped you both. "Good girl."
Angel and Husk's jaws were on the floor. The interaction they just bore witness to sobered Angel up in an instant.Ā
"What in the FUCK just happened?"Ā
"Better if we don't know. Let me get the strongest shit I got. This definitely calls for a blackout night, fuckin' hell."
Before you knew it, you were transported to an unfamiliar room. Half of the space was overtaken by a dusk woodland scenery, and the other was a tidy, simplistic zone. There was no bed, you noted, but the normal side of his room was decorated with a velvet couch and a small desk and chair with a typewriter plated smack dab in the middle.Ā
You watched with heavy lids as Alastor planted himself atop the plush loveseat. He spread his legs wide, loosening his tie. "Strip." He demanded, eyes raking up and down your frame. You walked closer to Alastor, slotting yourself between his parted thighs. He gazed up at you from where you stood, his hands twitching at his sides as you slowly unzipped your gown. The satin garment slipped down your body, pooling at your feet.Ā Your need for Alastor to rid you of these feelings outweighed any shame you felt.Ā
Alastor's eyes widened as he noticed you wore nothing underneath your gown. Your bare body was on full display for his hungry gaze. "Naughty girl! Waltzing around without any undergarments. Were you perhaps hoping tonight would finally be the night I court you?" You clenched around nothing from his words, shivering in delight as his large palms came up to caress your sides. You shook your head in disagreement as Alastor swiftly laid you down on the couch. "No... didn't even know you wanted me in this way, "You practically switched positionsāĀ Alastor now knelt on the floor below the sofa, parting your thighs and making himself comfortable between them.
"You are truly absentminded, my dear. What do you believe is the reason for me watching you repeatedly?" Alastor's head ducked low, and he placed lingering kisses against your inner thighs. "Cause I thought you wanted to kill me." You admitted, letting out a sharp gasp as Alastor's teeth sunk painfully into the delicate flesh of your thigh. "Wrong, my dear! It's because I want to devour you." Tears welled up as Alastor lapped up the blood spilling from the bitemark he left behind. Before you could let another word escape you, his sinful tongue dipped between your folds.Ā
A throaty whine tumbled past your lips as your gaze fixated on his mouth. Watching his wicked appendageāthat you often fantasized about at breakfastānow exploring your most intimate parts.Ā Your hands threatened to tangle within his hair before his shadow tendrils were extracted from Alastor's back. They wrapped around your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and out of his reach. "Be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself." Alastor's radio static voice was thick with lust as he gave you a warning glare before diving back into your drooling cunt. His greedy tongue pushed past the tight ring of your heat, groaning against your lower lips from your taste.Ā
All you could do was thrash your hips upward to meet his long tongue as it pushed deep inside your heat. You whined as the tip of his appendage prodded at your G-spot. Your thighs shook beside him as you struggled against your restraints.Ā Desperately yearning to wrap your hands around his antlers and push his face closer into your pussy.Ā "Alastor! Ah- so close!" You cried out, eyes rolling back into your skull from the feeling of his thumb now circling your clit. Alastor moaned into your sloppy cunt as you clenched around his tongue. All he could do was soak up your sounds and your fucked-out expression.Ā Your taste drove him mad, and the tent in his pants was proof enough.
Alastor began rubbing at your clit faster, thrusting his wicked appendage deep into your tight wet heat. Your mind was already fuzzy from the alcohol, and the overwhelming pleasure Alastor granted you proved to be too much. Before you could process it, your orgasm crashed over you. A cry of his name rolled off your tongue as you thrashed wildly. Alastor's free hand pressed against your lower tummy, keeping you still. He worked you through your high as your thighs squeezed around his head. Your vision was blurry as you struggled to catch your breath. Alastor only pulled away from your addictive taste when he felt your thighs relax, releasing his head.Ā
You struggled to keep your eyes open as you watched Alastor rise to his feet. His tendrils released your wrists and retracted back to him. You felt your heart race at the sight of him licking your slickāĀ that trickled down the corner of his lipsā the same gesture you saw each morning.Ā But this time, it made your breath hitch and your blood pressure spike. Alastor didn't lieāhe did want to devour youāĀ and devour you, he did.Ā "I must say, my dear, you taste sweeter than I could have ever predicted!" Your eyes slumped shut as Alastor's large palms cupped your face. He leaned in close, capturing your lips with his.Ā
You whined at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He was merciless with the way his appendage explored your mouth. A gasp escaped you as he pulled back, nibbling at your bottom lip with his needle-sharp teeth. "See, wouldn't you agree?" Alastor hummed as your mind began to drift, sleep overtaking you from that intense orgasm The Radio Demon pulled from you only moments ago. "Oh dear, there's no way I'll be able to keep my distance from you after tonight. Oh, my sweet, sweet girlā you belong to me now."Ā That was the last thing you heard from Alastor before you nodded off.Ā
The next morning, you awoke in your bed. You groaned from the pounding headache spoiling your morning. Slowly, you sat upright, chuckling to yourselfāit was all just a dream, thank Lucifer himself.Ā As you rolled out of bed, lazily dressing for the dayā glancing at yourself in the mirrorā you noticed purple bruises littering your inner thigh.Ā You instantly broke out into a cold sweat. Heart echoing in your ears as you franticly stormed out of your room and down the hall. Making a beeline toward Angel's room. You barged in without warning, startling Angel and Fat Nuggets awake. "Jesus Christ! It's too early for this shitāĀ whatcha need, toots?"
You anxiously paced around Angel's room, making him tilt his head in confusion as he gazed upon you. "Uhh you're really startin' to creep me the fuck out, hon. Just spit it the fuck out already!" You paused in your pacing to face him before blurting out, "I think Alastor ate me out last night!" Your face was full of fear as you showed Angel the bruises on your thigh. All he could do was laugh from your sinful confession and lovebites to prove it. "Way to go, toots! Didn't think mister fancy talk creepy voice was into you like that!" You shrieked, sitting atop Angel's bed and grasping his shoulders.
"That's the problem! I didn't think so either! What the fuck do I do? Oh, this is not goodānot good not good not good!"Ā You shook Angel back and forth with the grasp you had on his shoulders before he swatted your hands away. "Hey watch it! You're rattlin' my hung-over brain when you do that." You muttered an apology, letting out a shaky sigh. "I kept my distance because I assumed he wanted to kill meāĀ I never thought the reason he stared at me all the time was because he...Ā fuck!"
Angel laughed at your inner monologue spilling out of your lips. "I don't even know how I ended up back in my room! The last thing I remember was falling asleep on his couch after he...Ā you know."Ā Angel clutched his stomach as he laughed even harder. "Oh toots, this is too good! He doesn't have a bed in his room? What a creep!" Your anxiety only increased by the seconds from Angel's input. "Uh, one more thing... before I passed out, he said thatāthat I belong to him now."Ā Angel's laughter died down before he let out a sigh, he patted you on the back before giggling out.Ā
āDesperate Times Call For Desperate Measuresā¦ Pt. 2ā
Pt. 1
Since I was asked a few times, hereās a direct continuation of the smut I wrote before. You can find part 1 above.
Warnings - rough sex, choking, overstimulation, scratching, gentle sex, lots of after care. Possibly possessive! Alastor at the end? (If you wanna look at it like that) If I missed any let me know!
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You twisted, lying on your back. Breathing heavily, you go to thank Alastor, but youāre met by a squeeze to your throat and a hand slowly sliding up your body.
āOh dear, you thought we were finished? I wonāt stop until you cannot breathe anymore.ā
Alastorās pace was wicked fast as he started fucking you again unexpectedly. He reveled in the way you writhed and screamed from the force.
Your hands came up to grasp his wrist, gasping as he squeezed your throat. Breathy exhales of his name kept leaving your lips.
He just watched and laughed softly, slamming his hips into you as his grip on your neck tightened. He stopped only when your eyes started to roll back from loss of oxygen.
āLetās hit a little deeper, shall we?ā Alastor spoke softly, you barely heard his words while trying to regain your breath.
āWait, wha-ā
You were silenced by Alastorās hands slipping under your ass, lifting up your hips so his dick could slide even deeper inside you.
Walls clenching around him, you wailed in ecstasy. He admired how much of a mess you were; breasts bouncing with each thrust, head tilted back from pleasure, a sheen of sweat sparkling on your skin.
He thought you were absolutely breathtaking like this.
Alastor leaned forward to tuck his face into the divot between your neck and shoulder. āVery good, my dear,ā he mumbled. āSuch a good girl.ā
Those words elicit a moan from you, hips jutting upward to meet his thrusts. It wasnāt long at all before you were crying out and shaking with another orgasm.
Alastor nipped at your pulse point and slowed down until he was barely moving in and out. He raised his head, watching you struggle with the sudden lack of friction.
āI thought youād be done by now,ā he mocked. Alastorās whole demeanor was purely to tease you at the moment, on the tail end of passing out from pleasure.
But, still, you wanted one more.
āPlease,ā you babbled meekly. āOne more, Allie. One more, please.ā
Alastorās ears shot straight up at the nickname. An uncharacteristic blush crept to his cheeks. He played it off with a smirk.
āSay that again.ā The chill of his tone paired with the heat of his breath pulled a soft moan from your throat.
āGive me one more, Allie. Please?ā
Although almost completely spent, your begging eyes widened with need below Alastor.
Fucking doe, youāre insatiable.
āOne more it is then, my dear.ā
All sense of aggression dissipated. The atmosphere of the room switched from intense and thick to loving and utterly safe.
It was odd, but in a good way.
Gentle, deep thrusts elicited moans from both parties. Your heavy breaths fanned over Alastorās face as he hovered over you, watching the way you twitched with each poke of his cock inside you.
His left hand snaked down your body and gently rubbed your clit, making you shudder. Of course, that was your last straw before the coil in your belly snapped.
āAlastor!ā Your nails clawed down Alastorās back as you moaned out his name. The same hand that brought you over the edge came to cup the side of your face, and the two of you made eye contact.
Alastor released inside you yet again, never breaking the connection of your eyes. His shaky breath gently brushed at your loose hair.
āMagical, darling. Absolutely magical, you are.ā A strangely tender kiss found its way to your forehead.
The eye contact, the gentleness, the fall from your high, it was all too much for your heightened senses.
Your eyes filled with tears. For what reason, you had absolutely no knowledge of at the moment.
You half expected Alastor to be repulsed by your show of emotion. On the contrary, he gave you the most genuine smile youād ever seen him wear.
āMon Cher, donāt fret your pretty little head. Iāve got you, and I always will.ā Very, very gently, Alastor picked you up. He began to carry you, most likely to the bathroom. You werenāt really paying attention, too focused on Alastorās breathing to give you some semblance of control over your emotions.
āQuite sticky, are we? Letās fix that.ā Not three minutes later, you were gently placed in warm water.
A bath, your conscious thoughts registered.
Silently, Alastor guided you through the process of becoming clean again. Knowing you couldnāt walk, he helped you out of the tub and to a clean towel, where he carefully dried you off and covered your now cold body in clean clothes.
Of course, there was no time for Alastor to replace your bedsheets by hand before you passed out. So, with a dramatic snap of his fingers, your bed made itself. The show pulled a tired giggle from you.
āOh, how I adore your laugh,ā Alastor swooned, gently pulling you into bed and against his chest.
You turned around, so you and Alastor were chest to chest. You reached up, thumb stroking over his cheek. āSo pretty,ā you mumbled.
Alastor let out a staticky laugh at the fact that you called him pretty.
āSleep, darling. You need it.ā Another gentle kiss connected to your forehead, and you relaxed with a smile.
He never left your side. The whole night, he was there. And the entire next day as well. In fact, after that night, he almost never left you alone.
Never again would his little doe suffer alone, whether from heat or just the stressful environment that was Hellās Pride Ring.
Never again would Alastor see harm come to her.
Never again would she be alone.
I hope that lived up to everyoneās expectations, I tried!
warnings: just a radio demon spreading his legs for jesus
part two !!
Charlie had called everyone down to the lobby for a special meeting in hopes to get the whole crew together to see their individual progression on redemption.
Seeming as though everyone had showed up and settled down right away with no fuss, Alastor sitting in his big pillowy arm chair as you sat across from him on the sofa next to Angel dust and everyone else in their usual spots.
The meeting starting as soon as the last demon sat, but for some reason you couldnāt focus as you noticed out of the corner of your eye at the way Alastor was sitting.
Not his usual prim and proper way that he did but full on in a manspread his body leaning to the side lazily where he had his chin placed in his palm, while his microphones pole rested against his inner thigh, hand always firmly wrapped around the neck of it.
Your eyes working like a pinball machine going back and forth from Alastor to Charlie in a shameful display of checking him out during an important meeting like this one, but something about him sitting like this was a little unusual yet so mysteriously sexy.
As you were deep in your daydream about it Alastor took notice chuckling lowly to himself as he then faced you, playfully lifting his hips up acting like he was adjusting himself when really he wanted to mess with you.
You instantly snapping out of your brain fog as your breath felt like it had been sucker punched out of you, not knowing what to do with yourself in this predicament as you shifted around in your seat uncomfortably as if trying to run away from his mischievous eyes causing Angel to shoot you a confused look because of all your movement.
Alastorās usual grin forming more of a smirk now as he sees your cheeks turn a bright shade of red enjoying every second of you loosing your composure like this, all from him sitting so openly.
You then did the unspeakable as you raise your hand awkwardly to give a pitiful excuse of why you had to leave the meeting for a moment to run to the little ladies room, when really you needed a second to catch a breather.
Not noticing that a certain someone had followed in the shadowsā¦.
āWhyād you run off darlingā¦I was just starting to have some fun~ā you jump startled seeing as he was towering over you from behind in the mirror of the bathroom.
āI-I just needed a momentā¦ā stammering as you practically wanted to scold yourself for your silly girly urges, not daring to look up at him out of embarrassment.
Me today having to go all day without reading alastor-themed tumblr posts. Because I was at the zoo with family from out of town, and I had to be semi-normal.
Anyway, glad to be back in my realm of smexy radio demon loveš„š¤
tags: alastor x fem! reader, suggestive themes, allusions to sex, alastor and reader are married, domestic bliss, Husk and Angel are tortured by your love for each other.
It was a rather quiet morning, one that had become almost typical of the hotel in the quickly passing months, and Angel watched as, like usual, the Radio Demon began to walk swiftly from the stairwell to the front doors.
Although, this time, there was a notable interruption to the sinner's routine.
"Al, wait!"
You called in an almost panicked sounding tone, bounding down the stairs in only your night gown, an object that Angel couldn't quite make out in hand.
Immediately, Alastor halted where he stood, his neck turning before the rest of his body to watch as you rushed over to him, cheeks flushed from your run down to the lobby.
The demon raised a brow at you curiously, but with a marked lack of exasperation that must have come from that store of patience he reserved just for you, and you smiled sheepishly as you held up a small shimmering band.
"You forgot this."
You said, tone almost nervous sounding as you continued your approach in spite of the painfully obvious adoration written all over the Radio Demon's face.
Immediately, Alastor looked down toward his left hand in surprise, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of his barren ring finger before he looked back to you and smiled one of those gentle soft things he once again only seemed to reserve for you.
"Ah, why thank you, my dear."
He all but purred, eyes lighting up as you grew ever closer until he could finally offer his hand to you in the way you so clearly desired.
You grinned happily at the gesture and reached forward with the ring in hand as the sinner spoke up again,
"I couldn't fathom going a day without it."
You blushed at that, eyes diverting swiftly for a moment before they moved almost instinctively back to Alastor, watching his pleased expression as you slid his wedding ring back onto his waiting finger.
You stared at him for a few seconds, as if enthralled by the very vision of him in spite of the fact that you quite literally woke up to the man every morning, until finally you snapped yourself out of it with a slightly embarrassed clearing of your throat.
"Well, I'm quite sure you could manage if you had to."
You said softly, voice slightly higher in pitch than usual as your husband bent down, the already raised left side of his mouth curling upward further in an amused smirk at the sight of your pink cheeks and slightly nervous body language.
He'd had this effect on you in life as well, but it seemed he'd never tire of seeing it, even after so very long.
"Manage, certainly, but I'm not sure I would want to without the reminder of my darling wife back home."
He drawled, his now decorated left hand reaching up to palm your cheek and his eyes scanning you with a chuckle as you all but melted into his touch, always so very receptive to his affections whenever he was willing to offer them.
Suddenly though, your eyes widened, and you broke away with a gasp, your gaze shifting down to Alastor's hands only to find them empty.
"Al, did you remember to grab the organs I prepared for Rosie yesterday evening?"
You asked, immediately causing Angel and Husk over by the bar to flinch in response.
Had it been a surprise that the Radio Demon's wife was a little bit too comfortable with cannibalism? Not nearly as surprising as it was that the overlord had a wife in the first place, but still, it certainly hadn't been anticipated that you would be so handy with a boning knife.
The deer demon standing in front of you let out a soft hum of surprise before he shook his head, straightening back out to his full height with one arm crossed over the other.
"Silly me, it appears I'd nearly forgotten."
He replied, tone colored with amusement as you immediately set off toward the kitchen before the man could even finished, returning shortly thereafter with a rather large container of something your observers would rather not think too hard about.
"Well count yourself lucky I felt up to the chase this morning, beau."
You teased as you set the tub down on an end table nearby so you could approach your husband once more, straightening out his tie and fussing over his hair for a few moments as the demon simply stood still beneath your attentions, smile both amused and contented all at once.
You looked up at him after a few moments, eyes softening slightly at the sight of his expression as your hands moved to brush some invisible lint off his chest.
"You know, it isn't like you to be so forgetful, Al."
You began gently, hands working to smooth out a few barely there wrinkles in the demon's shirt.
"I'm beginning to worry that your age is getting to you."
Your tone was far too teasing to ever be misconstrued as serious as you spoke, stepping away slightly to admire your handiwork only to be stopped by a tug at your wrist as Alastor moved to pull you close once more.
"Is that so?"
He purred, tone still just as amused as before as he flipped your teasing back on you tenfold,
"Well then darling, I suppose I'll have to remind you of just how spry I can be upon my return."
His voice lowered slightly as he said this, and instantly your cheeks felt hot and your eyes widened slightly beneath your husband's heavy gaze.
Desperate to change the subject before your (rather unwelcome) background audience caught on or made any commentary, you quickly cleared your throat again before giving a nervous laugh.
"Sure thing old man, whatever you say."
You said halfheartedly, watching as the Radio Demon's eyes grew darker at your unintentional challenge.
And at that, you were quick to switch topics.
"O-oh!"
You began, eyes roving aimlessly for something else to talk about before they finally fell to the unused coat rack in the corner of the room.
"Are you sure you won't be needing a coat, Al? I'd hate for you to catch a cold..."
You said nervously, hands wringing together as your husband watched you with sheer amusement and something slightly heavier behind his eyes, his mouth opening as if to reply only for him to be cut off by a voice from another part of the room.
"Babe, I love ya and all, but this is gettin' ridiculous!"
Angel cried out in exasperation,
"We're in hell, for cryin' out loud! Yer husband is a demon overlord who owns enough souls to be considered a large business owner! He's not gonna get cold out there!"
You gave another nervous laugh in response to Angel's rambling,
"But-"
"Nu uh, no buts Toots, now say goodbye to ol' tall, dark, and creepy before you start actin' like his motha' again."
Angel interrupted, immediately causing you to let out a huff of indignation, turning around to face your friend where he sat at the bar,
"I am NOT acting like his mother."
You insisted, attitude faltering a bit when you noted the rather amused expression that your comrades were wearing, informing you that you were likely making a slight fool of yourself.
"I-I'm not..."
You trailed off quietly, cheeks warm with embarrassment even as you felt a familiar clawed hand drop down upon your shoulder in a manner that was no doubt meant to be soothing.
Though, the next words out of your husband's mouth, in spite of his actions, most certainly were not.
"Not to worry, cher."
He purred, pulling you back against him gently so you could feel the warmth of his chest upon your back and the curl of his smile against your helix, a sensation which immediately caused you to shiver.
"If they wish to see you as a mother, I will happily oblige."
Your blush deepened at that, eyes widening as you desperately tried to ignore the shocked looks of your peers in favor of trying to focus on keeping your head straight instead as Alastor stepped away once more, the casualness of his attitude a stark contrast to his previous words.
"Oh dear, would you look at the time. I really must be going."
He said, a teasing lilt to his voice that was all too easy to hear coming through as he checked his wrist for a watch he wasn't actually wearing before leaning forward to press an exaggerated kiss to your forehead.
"I'll be seeing you later, darling." He drawled with that trademark grin of his as he approached the door, one clawed hand reaching to pull it open before he finally stepped out.
That is, until a few seconds later, when his head popped back in again.
"Oh, and do keep well hydrated, dear heart! I would hate to endure a repeat of the last time you called my spryness into question."
Alastor looked far too pleased with himself as he spoke for you to even bother attempting to rebuke him, and but a moment later he was gone, off to see Rosie with a well adorned ring finger and a large container of organs in hand.
"WHAT DID HE SAY?!"
Angel cried, still clearly stuck on your husband's mothering comment from earlier as you sighed and approached the bar, an apologetic look on your face as you glanced toward Husk.
"Can I just get a water please?"
You muttered sheepishly, immediately causing the bartender to groan and bury his face in his hand, his disappointment in your immense lack of shame obvious, but truly, what else had he expected?
bro iām going absolutely INSANE over alastor š»š»
so, how about when lucifer comes by the hotel, he subtly flirts w alastors girl. alastor is on the verge of going apeshit and almost leaves charlie fatherless.
instead of murdering anyone, he decides to take his frustrations out on his darling, leaving bite marks and hickies on spots just visible enough for lucifer to notice next time he comes by..
a/n: im OBSESSED šš
alastor immediately recognized lucifer as competition on multiple fronts. obviously, the king of hell was a threat in terms of power level, and alastor hated that. but alastor also quickly hated how charming the devil was.
upon meeting you, lucifer takes your hand and bows, placing a kiss on your hand as well. alastor's eye twitches, watching someone else put their dirty little hands and mouth on what is his. "my, what a pleasure. you're helping charlie? that's lovely! means i'll get to be seeing you around more, huh? she didn't mention such a pretty little thing was her hotel manager." lucifer speaks to you, a cool smirk on his face. he's clearly interested in you, and while alastor can't blame the man, he's seething with rage. clearing his throat, alastor takes a step towards you and reaches a hand out to lucifer in an attempt to shift his attention.
"alastor." he speaks, barely containing the anger in his voice. "it truly is an honor to be meeting you, sir." you raise a brow at the tense interaction going on in front of you but pay it no mind. lucifer gives alastor a tight lipped smile and shakes his hand. "ah, you as well. charlie has talked about you." you notice the way alastor glares at lucifer, yet keeps a smile on his face the entire time. lucifer turns back to you, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back. "now how's about a tour, hm?" he leans into your ear to whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
behind you, alastor's horns grow and eyes redden, ready to risk it all in a fight with the devil and take out this whole god damned hotel if it meant lucifer never touched you again. "o-oh um, that's typically done by-" you start, but suddenly, charlie is running down the stairs with a panicked look on her face.
"heeyy dad! let's go this way, towards your room! it's late, you should rest." her smile is clearly fake, and you see her eyes dart from you to alastor and back to you. luckily, alastor reeled in his rage when the princess showed up and was back to his normal self on the surface. you can feel the energy coming from your partner, malicious intent painted all over his aura and you gulp. "al, c'mon... charlie's right."
alastor doesn't speak, but he follows you to your room for the night. the door is barely shut before alastor is lifting your legs and tossing you onto the bed. "care to explain why the fuck that little slimy king of hell was all over you?" he doesn't give you another moment to process before he's tugging your shirt over your head. "it's just harmless, al. you know i don't want anyone but you." you assure him, but alastor's teeth find your neck.
"i may trust you, darling, but i do not trust lucifer." his voice has a low growl to it that ignites your core. "but-" you gasp when alastor's mouth closes on the skin behind your ear, nipping it with sharp teeth. "no, because he and everyone in this place will know who you belong to." you shudder underneath of him, slight tinges of pain shooting down your spine at every nip and pull of your skin. alastor moves down your neck, leaving a trail of angry red and purple spots in his wake.
his tongue circles every bruise in an attempt to soothe your inflamed skin, but the marks just darken by the second. you hands dive into his hair, holding onto the silky strands. you feel alastor's body shudder as you circle the tufts of hair by his ears, making him press his hips to yours. "everyone in hell, my dear, is going to know that you're mine. not a single soul will ever try to touch you again." his breathing hitches, grinding his quickly hardening cock against your leg. you whimper when his teeth latch onto your collarbone, sucking hard and adding another welt to your skin.
"i want him to hear you." he hisses as he tugs your pants down over your ankles. its hasty, the way alastor frees his cock and pushes into your pussy, but you were more than ready for the intrusion. you cry out, suddenly being so, so full and alastor groans. "yes darling, just like that." your legs wrap around his waist, forcing every thrust just a little further until he's pounding at your cervix.
"d-don't stop sir." you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head while alastor's mouth latches onto the other side of your neck this time. "who do you being to?" he asks, hot breath fanning your skin. "y-you, alastor!" you whine, flexing your hips up to his in an attempt to build friction. "please, make me cum. only you feel so good." alastor peppers you in soft kisses now, ever grateful that you're willing to entertain the idea of letting lucifer know just who makes you feel like this.
alastor sneaks a hand between your bodies to rub skillful circles around your clit until your legs start shaking. "good, good girl. scream for me." he smirks when your tone shifts and he can tell by how tight you squeeze around his cock. "a-alastor fuck!" your body spasms, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you cum. alastor's orgasm follows shortly after, his teeth finding your skin once more as he spills deep inside of your pussy.
you have a brief moment of embarrassment when you think about just how loud you just were, your hand flying up to your mouth. alastor just laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. "don't panic, my sweet. i think this little display will prove quite effective in keeping lucifers grubby little hands off of you." alastor pulls out slowly and carries you to a nice warm shower before tucking you in for the night.
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"jesus christ, did you get into a fuckin' fight with a bear?" angel laughs when you walk into the kitchen the next morning. you were covered in hickeys all the way down your neck, and you were barely walking straight. lucifer refuses to make eye contact with you, especially after alastor walks into the room shortly after. "good morning everyone!" alastor chirps, smirking at lucifer who rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.
"well, there's the bear..." husk mutters, earning a cackle from angel.
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