29/F last of the millennials This is where you can find everything that entertains me. Stay for a week stay as long as you like. My current obsession if you couldn't tell us Alastor, and Hazbin Hotel
Reader-Insert Has a Name ~ 1920s ~ 1930s ~ Non Sex-Repulsed Alastor ~ Alastor is in Hell for a Reason ~ Human Alastor ~ Reader is in Hell for a Reason ~ Explicit Sexual Content ~ Sexual Assault ~ Smut ~ Cannibalism ~ Cannibal Alastor ~ Cannibal Reader ~ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat ~ Murder ~ Dancing ~ Blood and Gore ~ Period-Typical Sexism ~ Period-Typical Racism - Rape ~ Alastor Loves Alastor's Mother ~ Reader Also Love's Alastor's Mother ~ Mature Themes ~ Reader is Poor Poor ~ Plot With Porn ~ Hurt/Comfort
MINORS DNI There is some disturbing things in this story
men who can’t ever wait to fully undress you before fucking you, always semi-clothed and messy, skirts flipped up and shirts stretched at the neckline and pants around their ankles
vs
men who’s favourite part is getting to strip you completely bare beneath them, always making sure they make time to be able to worship you in your nakedness— peeling back each layer and appreciating the newly exposed skin with a kiss and a caress
Hello friends! Ahhh this chapter was quite something to put together. I hope ya'll enjoy it. Just a little reminder I'm going on vacation and won't be back until Friday, so it'll be about two weeks before I put up the next chapter.
We have a couple new tags! ^_^
Additional tags for this chapter:
Finally an Alastor radio broadcast ~ Alastor is a big spender (iykyk) ~ demonic summonings and rituals ~ You thought I would leave Rosie out of this? ~ blood play?
Smut warning
After the last page break, the first three paragraphs are relevant
After getting hauled across town, Alastor stopped you in front of an older building. One you hadn’t stepped inside of in a few years. Three steps, now covered in unsightly weeds and low growing vines, led the way up to a heavy wooden door. Helping you step around the entwining green tendrils; Alastor held the door open for you. The inside was for the most part, unchanged, from the previous times you had been here.
Many wires twisted everywhere, haphazardly; they were tangled with each other, along the floor. The air tasted just as stale as you remembered it being. Dry air quickly dried your throat as you struggled to swallow. An old worn desk standing in front of you was like an old friend. It was now grimy and had an inch of dust and smoke settled across it. On top of the layers of dirt and grime, there were crumpled papers, carelessly stacked books, and a lone phone.
A soft smile tugged at your lips, a snort blowing air out of your nose. I’m not sure how they survived all this time like this, but I won’t question it. I’m just glad this place is still doing well after everything that has happened. But, why would Alastor bring me here, after all these years. Out of all the places, he could have taken me. He’s been pretty tightly lipped today.
Leading you around and down the hallway, ultimately into the broadcasting room, he gestured to a chair. “I wanted you to have a front row seat for a special broadcast today.” With that, he picked up some papers that had neat handwriting on them, from a nearby desk. Then stepping through a door and into the tiny room, the large window lets you peer inside. Residing as comfortably as you could upon the hard chair; flashes of memories flooded through your mind. Flicking through the many times you had snuck peaks through this same window wishing to just have a glance at this man who quickly infatuated you.
A speaker started buzzing faintly next to you. Alastor’s smooth, practiced, timbered voice started transmitting through the speaker. “Hello and welcome into this very special broadcast, my lovely listeners.” The lone speaker echoed out to you, the only audience member in-house. “I have a few treats planned today, so please allow me to soothe your ears for a while.”
A soft track began to play as Alastor shuffled his notes around, in the booth. The pleasant song slowly came to an end. “As many of you, my loyal listeners, know,” Alastor’s voice was drawing out each word. “I have had the pleasure of being married to my wonderful wife for about two and a half years now.” He tilted his head up to give you a bright smile. “Who, admittedly, sometimes must put up with much more than she originally bargained for when she first met me.” His chuckle reverberated through the room; a light-hearted feeling was left in its wake.
“I just wanted to dedicate something special to her today.” He readjusted his glasses, peering at you again. “To remind her how hard I work, to support and cherish her. I do not work just for her though, but for all of my adoring fans as well. I truly, thoroughly enjoy what I do. Being able to bring forward news, the good and the bad, to your attention. Reflecting upon provoking thoughts with you and allowing you all a small glimpse into my life as well.” A light love song started playing, giving him some time to prepare for the next part.
Ready for his next cue, he took a deep breath and scrunched his eyebrows together, allowing his voice to reflect a small amount of distress in it. “It’s come to my attention that police have disclosed another poor innocent body having been found. If my sources are correct, and they usually are, it seems as though this truly awful half-baked crank who often goes off the track, this deplorable wrong number, has now racked up well over 100 bodies that have bit the big one.” He paused for a beat before continuing. A smile turned dark and malevolent as he stared at you, you could almost see blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“I, for one, would sure love if this loon were to receive the electric cure, that’s for sure. Terrorizing our beautiful city and causing everyone fear and panic like this.” He pulled his glasses down the bridge of his nose, his face returning to normal. Another song played through the speaker; this one was light and softer.
“You know friends, I’m as busy as a one-arm paper-hanger with the barber’s itch trying to find new and exciting things to talk about every day. That’s why my boss has been so gracious to allow you, my adoring listeners, to start sending letters to me. I’ll gladly read just about anything on air for you. The sky’s the limit, don’t be shy and send me some love letters. Whoops! I mean fan mail!” Another hearty laugh came from him. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him, it did seem everyone in this town was attracted to this man, like a magnet.
“Ahh, unfortunately it looks like that’s all the time I get to share today with you, my friends. I always hate to say this, but I must leave you. Until tomorrow everyone, stay safe and tell your loved ones that you, well love them! Have a wonderful night, New Orleans!”
The on-air sign flickered off, and another song started playing. Alastor stepped out of the booth to meet up back up with you, placing a quick kiss on your lips. Your face flushed as he pulled away, your hand shooting up, covering your lips.
“Well come on, we can’t stay here all day!” His fingers laced through yours as turned and set off towards the front of the building. Still pretty flustered; you tried to keep up the best you could behind him.
Alastor’s pace slowed as he crossed in front of you to open a door and held it open. Glancing around inside, it led to a jewelry store. A high-end jewelry store, one that was certainly out of his budget. “Alastor, we could never afford anything in here.” You complained quietly; he tugged on the fabric of your sleeve, pulling you closer to the viewing cases.
A sneer formed on a tall, slender man’s face that was standing behind the cases. “I believe your kind isn’t welcome in here.” The man stared pointedly at Alastor. “I think it’ll be best for you and this chippy to leave. Now.” The words came out covered in venom.
Alastor cleared his throat as his hand bracing himself against the glass cases, his other hand resting on his hip. “Cher, go right on ahead and pick out anything that catches your fancy.” He glared back at the man, not standing down. His jaw was set, clenched into a tight smile, almost half sinister. You looked back and forth between the two men and sighed. I know Alastor won't give this up. I better find something pretty quick then.
Peering down at the cases where your hands rested, you studied each necklace with small scrutiny. Your face scrunched as you shifted back and forth darting over the offerings until you stilled. One particular necklace caught your eye.
It was propped up towards the back of the case; it took in any light that dared to be next to it; a soft gleam rested on the gems' surface. There were three rounded dark onyx stones, one large rectangular, and two smaller squares. Shiny silver metal was adorned around each stone with lots of embellishments cut into it. There was even smaller peridot round gems set around the bigger stones.
The two dark squares were set higher up on either side of the large black rectangle. A delicate, intricately cut silver piece was attached to the squares which connected them to the larger stone in the middle. All the stones were attached to a dainty silver chain.
“Quite a beautiful choice,” Alastor murmured to you. His eyes never left the man. “I believe my beautiful wife has made her decision, my good man. Now how much do I need to settle for it, we’ll be on our way afterwards.” Alastor’s voice hardened; all traces of friendliness had disappeared, as he pulled his wallet out.
“That one is worth quite the pretty penny; it’ll be two hundred and fifty dollars, sir. If you’re unable to pay that, you can leave now and I’ll spare you the humiliation” He jeered at Alastor. Scoffing as he opened his wallet, Alastor started pulling bills out. Grimacing, the man pulled out the necklace and reluctantly placed it on the glass, then pulled the bills towards him and inspected each one. He was perplexed but nodded and placed the necklace in a box and turned away from you.
Picking up the box, Alastor’s other hand rested on the small of your back, guiding you out of the shop. He helped with placing the necklace around you. Warm fingers brushed against the back of your neck, sending fire through you. “What else would you like to buy today? Anything you would like, we’ll get it.”
Perusing through a variety of shops during the whole afternoon, you needed to rest your feet and had asked to sit on a bench for a little bit. Thinking about the way he had led you around town. Patronizing almost every jewelry and dress store in the French Quarter. You nearly refused almost every offer he asked of you; you truly didn’t need anything new or fancy to be happy. Taking a glance up to Alastor’s face, he had a glint of something you couldn’t place in his eyes.
It felt almost like he was parading you around the whole city. Your head started spinning from overstimulation. Your eyes rolled around in your head as you grew weak. Leaning onto Alastor for support, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. “One more stop, Cher. One more and then you can rest as long as you would like.”
Escorting you deep into the bayou; you saw it. There was a cabin with light shining through the windows, glowing through the trees.
Upon entering, you took in the gruesome sight; there were bones everywhere. The air was heavy with the smell of decaying skin and organs. Bodies were piled about; random pieces were missing from some of the bodies, arms, legs, stomachs, ears even. A tree grew in a corner of the cabin. Reeds sprang up undisturbed through the floorboards.
He leisurely stepped around the corpses, walking towards the back of the room. There was a wooden chair, with a live body on it. A person was squirming around trying to get out of their bonds. Their wrists were tied together beneath the chair. The chair squeaked anytime they moved.
“How many have you brought here?” Your eyes scanned around the room, uneasiness filling the pit in your stomach. You knew Alastor reveled in some people’s demises, but you never expected it to get to this extent. “I’ve been working, Cher. For you, for us, tirelessly, like I mentioned earlier in my broadcast. And now,” he started laughing. “This is it; we will finally have them both dealt with. His accomplice should never have taken that job, and this bastard should never have touched you.”
Creeping closer to the back of the cabin, a sharp face filled with disdain was softly lit from the fireplace behind you. Blonde, unkempt, ruffled hair drifted through the air as his head whipped around. Sharp icy blue eyes stared up at you. Pierre. You glowered at him, feelings you thought you had tamped out of your mind, memories that still haunt you after all this time, instantly washed over you.
You shouldn’t have been surprised. You knew. You helped with the killings; you even found a little enjoyment in them as well. But this, a whole cabin? The number he said earlier registered in your mind. One hundred? Is that true? Unable to form the words that ran through your mind. Your blood ran cold through your body. “I finally was able to bring him here. Who knows how many other unsuspecting women he’s hurt. No more once we’re done with him.” Alastor moved to a nicer chair on the other end of the cabin, by the fireplace.
Picking up a bottle from a small round table, Alastor took 3 large gulps from it. A fire burned in his eyes; it almost matched the one burning behind him in the fireplace. You kept your distance as he crossed to a table back towards Pierre; raising a knife from it, he turned towards you. “I know you like this as much as I do, you crazed, sick twist.” The bottle went back to his lips for a few seconds, then he put it down.
His eyes were wild at this point, wide and jumping around on your face. “Come now, let’s put this to rest,” he almost purred. Holding his favorite knife out towards you, you nodded and swiped it from him.
Locking onto Pierre’s eyes, you gripped the knife. Following your normal pattern; the blade pushed deep into his thigh, slowly pulling it down through the top of his leg. Gritting his teeth, he didn’t say a word. You pulled the knife out. “You bastard, you really thought we’d forget about that?” Blood oozed up to the opening of the wound then down and around his thigh, dripping onto the wooden floor. “It’s been over two years, and you still think about me, admit it. It was the best sex you ever had bitch,” he spat at you.
Finally getting to inflict the pain to the one that completely ruined you. Returning even a fraction of the pain that was caused to you, beguiled you. You could feel a cruel smile forming on your lips as you took the knife out and started to stab at his other leg. One time, five times, seventeen times you punctured it. It will never change what happened, but it felt good.
You huffed as your arms grew tired. You plunged the knife into his side, slicing through it took some effort. Pierre’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gasped for air. “Can you take him to the table? I want a souvenir.” You caught Alastor off guard, his eyes widening, but he helped untie Pierre and pushed him against the table, in front of him. You pulled one of Pierre’s arms and placed it on the table.
Alastor held Pierre’s hand out for you, flat against the table. You sliced clean through a digit. Pierre yelled, staring at the empty space where there used to be a finger. The blood squelched and splattered everywhere as it rolled across the table. You were ready for the final blow. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you stabbed him in the chest, straight through his heart. You stilled, waiting for his movements to subside.
Not long after his eyes glazed over and any sign of life passed, Alastor dragged the body towards the center of the room, dropping it. He then lit some candles on the table, illuminating the area. There was a radio surrounded by roses and bones. A microphone sat on the ground in front of it. Alastor carefully dipped his fingers into the blood that pooled out of the fresh cadaver, then he crouched in front of the makeshift altar. He formed a large circle on the ground then drew a star in the middle of it. He knelt in the middle of the star. The blood started floating up. The radio clicked on. “I call upon you the voices of the afterlife, heed my call.”
A soft, tantalizing voice played through the radio. Static surrounded it, but you could still hear what it had to say. “Why have you called me here human? To curse? To give? To know?” Alastor looked towards you, his eyes widening. Standing up and walking towards the fireplace, out of the ring. “I know what awaits a man like me after death. I want to make a deal with you. I want to secure my place amongst the highest demons.”
“Wow, that’s a new one. I must say a soul like yours is unlike any I’ve ever seen, and there’s been a lot, ha ha. Oh, I can give you power, incomparable to anything you could ever imagine. The most powerful sinner in Hell, in fact. But first, you must do something for me, and until you do that. I will own your soul.” Alastor’s grin widened and he started to laugh.
“It’s a deal.” He held his hand out. A bright flash of pink light bathed the room. You had to close your eyes and look away. His laughing turned maniacal. The light subsided, and you stared at Alastor, eyes wide, frozen in place. What did he just do? What kind of deal did he just make? You weren’t sure what just had happened.
“It... worked... after all this time, all those attempts. It finally... worked.”
After the buzzing electricity in the air subsided, Alastor reached out and took both sides of your face in his hands. He still had blood on his finger, and it smeared across your face. “It worked…. I can’t believe it finally worked.” He repeated, his thumbs swiped across your cheeks.
He started laughing again, his whole frame shaking as he did. He was keyed up, his hands starting to shake as he pulled them away from you. He turned back towards the radio and clicked it off. He gripped the table where the radio sat; his head rolled down. “Everything is finally in place, Cher.” He slowly turned back to you. “Except one thing, I think you are still much too innocent for my likings.” You shook your head, “what do you mean by that? I’ve helped you; I’ve eaten with you. I must surely be as bad as you are.”
“I need to make sure you meet me in Hell.” Your eyes grew wider as he spoke. “Yes, you need to join me, completely ruined. Just like me. I need you to crave me; nothing else should ever be able to fill that desire. Just me.” His hands moved to his tie, yanking it off and throwing it on the ground. “Alastor what are you doing? Not here, no way,” your nose scrunched in half disgust, half interest. His hands unbuttoned his shirt; it hung open and loose on his shoulders, untucking it at his waist. He then shrugged out of it.
“This is the perfect time, a celebration of sorts,” He licked his lip as his pants fell to the ground. “I’m going to make love to my perfect, perverse wife. Right here, as a celebration of the deal.” He stepped out of his pants and boxers as he moved back to the center of the ring. Your eyes flicked around to the bodies, something awakening deep in your core. You moved closer to him, undressing along the way.
He laid on top of the circle, spread out, waiting for you to join him. You could see some of the blood sticking to his skin where the two met on the ground. You placed your legs on either side of him, sitting on his pelvic bone. Your legs bent, unsteady, as you tried to balance on the balls of your feet.
Leaning down your lips met his. A hunger overwhelmed him as he ravaged you, kissing you deeply. Almost like you’ve never kissed before. Your head began to spin as his fingers ran lightly up and down your sides. Your own hands braced on his strong chest.
You could feel yourself starting to drip onto him, grinding against him looking for friction. One of his hands skimmed over your skin, making it way up to your breast. He cupped his hand around it and squeezed gently. You arched your back towards him. A sigh escaped your lips. His thumb swiped over your nipple, causing it to harden.
That awakened him, you could feel him rise and smack against your ass. This time he groaned, as his hands met your hips. Trying to pick you up, you let him, pushing you back a little to hover over his glistening member. His head rolled back against the floor, his own agony of needing you took over.
It was something you would never tire of, the way he roused your carnal desires. It was something you could never give up. The sensations he created that ran through your body from head to toe were addicting. It was something that kept pulling you back to him. Lowering to meet his weeping tip your cunt kissed it, you clenched anticipating him.
You easily slid him into you, quickly filling and pushing against all of your walls. Your fingers dug into his arms, your own head rolling back as you settled onto him. You drew another groan from under you. “You are astonishedly beautiful, I can’t believe you’ll be mine. Forever.” Your legs pushed up and you slid back down him. Your pace was slow, but it seemed to fill him with pure bliss.
His hips suddenly jerked up into you, lifting you and slamming you down against his hips on your way down. You bit your lip, tears formed in your eyes as your thighs and calfs started to burn from overexertion. His hand left your hip and his thumb brushed against your clit. “Are you getting tired, Cher? Allow me, then.” He flipped you to your back; your hips elevated; legs wrapped around him. His pace was much quicker, his thumb still rubbing on your clit, drawing lazy circles around it.
Your hand grazed across the ground, blood coating your fingers. You flexed your hand against his chest, dark blood sticking to him as he worked inside of you. You trailed it down to his stomach. It was enrapturing, seeing the sanguine reflect off his skin. He watched as you spread the blood across him.
“Come together with me you debauched thing” his voice was growing gravelly, his brows scrunched and eyes closed. You clawed at the floor trying to find anything to grip onto. His hips were slamming into yours, making you jiggle around on the floor. Your eyes stung again, this time it was too much and they spilled with tears. He was inching you closer to your apex, and you could tell he was painfully close to his own.
Three more thrusts were all it took; he growled and released his seed deep inside of you. Filling every nook you had. You were gasping as ecstasy washed over you; your body tingled, and every thought you had was pushed out of your mind. Clenching around him, trying to pull every drop out of him, your breath was heavy and uneven. Your limbs gave out, strewn out at your sides.
Alastor gave one more out of breath laugh, as he pulled back and out of you. He hovered over you and kissed your cheek, “well, we should probably return home now and clean up, shouldn’t we?”
A/N #2
Here are some 1920's-30's term and phrase definitions if you don't know them
1. Half-Baked - Simple minded
2. Crank -A person with a mental twist
3. Off the Track - This person becomes insanely violent when they go off the track
4. Wrong Number - Not a good fellow; dangerous person
5. Bit The Big One - Death
6. electric cure - Electrocution
7. busy as a one-arm paper-hanger with the barber’s itch - Very busy
