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Masterlist of Masterlists

‧₊˚♪ Hazbin Hotel ‧₊˚♪

༄ The Sandman༄

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‧₊˚♪ Hazbin Hotel ‧₊˚♪

Some Reminders: ❀ The following works from this Hazbin Hotel masterlist all belong to Vivziepop. I have no legal claim over the story. Just the silly little fics that I write. ❀Be kind! I work on fics on my own free time. ❀ RED TEXT = 18+

Partners in Death...and Life

Summary :After a seven-year absence, you find the man you were married to in life, not only back in town, but also helping . . . *checks notes* . . . the Princess of Hell run a hotel aimed at rehabilitating sinners who were sent to the bad place for a reason. Season 1: Completed |Part 1: Radio's Not Dead l |Part 2: Radio Will Be Dead if He Doesn't Explain Himself| |Part 3: Not Everything You Hear From The Radio Should be Trusted| |Part 4: The Radio Stars’ Co-host Just Wants To Do The Dishes| |Part 5: Glimpse of Me and You: Part I| |Part 5: Glimpse of Me and You: Part II| |Part 6: Radio’s Last Broadcast| |Part 7: Me and You in Eternity| |Part 8: The Calm Before the Fall| |Part 9: The Vow That Binds Me| [Finale]| |Part 10: After The Glimpse [Bonus]| |Part 11: Before the Last [Bonus]| Season 2: Incomplete |Part 12: All This Time (I Have Been Yours)| |Part 13: Looking For Answers| |Part 14: Secrets Turned Into Regrets| |Part 15: "A Knock Sounds on the Door"| |Part 16: To The Warmth We Had Before| |Part 17: Three's A Crowd| |Part 18- Kiss Your Fingers Forevermore| Part 19- Kiss Your Fingers Forevermore² | Part 20- Tangled With Another's Eyes| |Part 21 - Never mind, You Were Never Mine|

The Competitors

|The Wrong Competitor| TLDR: The Hazbin Hotel decides to hold a masquerade party. Despite his better judgment, Alastor sends an invitation to his wife even if he’s aware of Vox’s attendance, who’s keen on competing with Alastor for his wife’s attention….If only Alastor knew how much you and Vox would gag at the idea of him flirting with you. It’s not his wife’s attention that Vox competes for. It’s not even Alastor who he’s competing with. Actually… Alastor isn’t part of the competition.

|The Actual Competitor| TLDR: Why is Alastor competing with his wife for his best friend’s affection? Actually, why is he competing with his wife? What’s even weirder is that…it seems Alastor will also have to compete with his best friend for his wife’s affection. + A fluffy lazy morning because I say so.

For Your Heart

(Completed) Harana – a traditional form of courtship done during the night where men will go to someone’s window with an instrument, usually a guitar, along with some of his friends to sing. TLDR: Sometimes all you need is a guitar and a song to catch hearts…and well, Alastor has a guitar and a voice perfect for singing. The beginning, the middle, the end, and the new beginning with a guitar and a song (feat. Ben&Ben) |Part 1: The Beginning| |Part 2: The Middle| |Part 3: The End| |Part 4: The New Beginning|

Just For A Day

TLDR: When Charlie experiments with a book full of spells, it accidentally turns Angel Dust into a child. It's quite a good thing that Alastor and Reader come to the rescue . . . even at the cost of their date. |Our Little Angel| |Our Little Lady| |Our Little Princess|

Shenanigans of Having a Child

TLDR: Semi-connected one-shots of Alastor and Reader having a kid. |A Kiss Won't Hurt| Summary: Alastor comforts his very pregnant wife. For some reason, you've got this ridiculous idea stuck in your head that a simple kiss would make you even more pregnant than you already are. |What It Means To Be You| Summary: Theodore has a habit of sleeping underneath Alastor's desk, even if he's not allowed to be inside his office. It's not like he listens to that many anyway, and Theodore really wanted a nap, sue him. He finds a book, and Theodore and Alastor get sent back to the past because why not and Theodore gets separated from Alastor . He wanders around and meets a younger version of his dad (Al) and a kind woman who is probably his grandmother. |The Best Thing We Ever Made| Summary: Darla and Theodore have been friends since childhood, and because his mother emphasized that he needs to be mindful and caring to the feelings of others . . . Theodore gets into a fight, and Alastor handles the consequences of Theodore's actions very well (He too gets into a fight. Uh, oh! Father and son now have matching bruises). Family dynamic sure are funny, and this little family sure has a lot of them. |Just Like You| Summary: After all this time spent separated Alastor and his son with Reader (mentioned) tries to build a bridge to get to know each other. So, his son visits the Hazbin Hotel, but he arrives too early and the staff think he's Alastor

ﮩ٨ـAlastorﮩ٨ـ

|Smell of Rain Through The Window Pane| TLDR:  Acid rain stings, and destroys everything it touches. Still, Alastor decides that it’s a good day for a walk because fate made him your husband. So, surely fate would find a way for him to hand you this umbrella because you always seem to forget to bring one. Alastor will find a way to hand you an umbrella, even with the deal preventing you from seeing him.

|The Second Time Around| TLDR: Alastor prides himself in being a gentleman, yet here he is now, living with his not-really wife but still his wife without rings around your fingers. It’s time he changed that.

|Darling, I'm an Overlord| TLDR: Alastor's worried you'll be late for dinner, but he promised to be patient, and such control deserves an award [Suggestive]

|Smoke and Shadows| TLDR: Someone is bothering you. Alastor intervenes.

|The Tell| TLDR: It's been seven years since you've last seen Alastor, and here he is pretending he doesn't have a tail that tells you how happy he is to see you

|Smoky Game| |Smoky Game²| Summary: A simple smoke break ends with you sharing a cigar and some light fun with Alastor. There's a game both of you are determined to win . . . yet afraid to play.

|Not Your Enemy| TLDR: Food isn't your enemy. Alastor will remind you that it isn't

|Unconsciously, You Taught My Heart How to Love| TLDR: There's a certain type of confidence in your steps that never fades, and Alastor find acceptance in your own.

|Crawling Back To You| TLDR: With the death of his wife, Alastor turns to spells and summoning. One of his calls gets answered, but not in the way he thinks

|Falling in Love Again and Again¹ |Falling in Love Again and Again²| TLDR: Instead of going to Hell, Reader gets reincarnated where Alastor meets her again.

|The Cat She Didn't Want¹| The Cat She Didn't Want²| TLDR: Alastor brings home a cursed cat.

|Always Been You| Summary: Alastor meets another version of you and him. This prompts a confession none of them have been able to say.

|Forgotten Years| Summary: Alastor is a little insulted to find out that you've forgotten years of your life with him because of an accident. Well, there's always new memories to be made. Why cry over spilled milk?

|The Demands of Our Distance¹| |The Demands of Our Distance²| Summary: In a world where you died before Alastor does, it's necessary to learn how to navigate Hell without the protection of the Radio Demon. Learning how to survive Alastor's disappearance and his returns is important, lest it consumes you.

|12:01 a.m| Summary: Alastor always greets you a happy birthday at 12:00 a.m. That's until he's unable to anymore.

|Come Home With Me| |Come Home With Me²| Summary: After seven years away, Alastor tries then fails to convince you to come home with him. Good thing there's always the next day . . . and the day after that . . . and also the day after that . . . and the day after that as well . . . and the day after that . . . and the day after that, and the day after that one, and the day after that one as well. Listen, having to re-woo your ex-wife is a lot of work.

|The Only Temptation| |My Sweet Temptation| TLDR: Alastor's rut is being drawn out by a doe who is definitely not you, but weirdly enough or not so weirdly enough, he only seems to crave you.

|Mistletoe Deal| TLDR: After seven years, Alastor finally decides to show himself to you. He can't stay for very long, but maybe a deal underneath the mistletoe could buy you a night with him, and him alone

|A little Healing| Summary: Alastor's injury hasn't healed yet. So, after exhausting other options, he finally turns to you in hopes that you could heal him. Dead Dove Do Not Eat: Wound Stimulation— Fingering + Oral

|A Little Milky| Summary: After giving birth to your son, Alastor finds himself lingering on your breast milk. And now you're shoving your breast into his face, presenting him with the opportunity to drink from you

𓆩𓆪 Adam 𓆩𓆪

|Brining The Rain To You| TLDR: It doesn't rain in Heaven, but sometimes all you need is that one, special person, and maybe, fake rain isn't so bad after all.

|Sweet Sinner O' Mine| TLDR: Adam finds you with a guitar, and some bonding ensues. Also, size difference.

𓆙Lucifer Morningstar𓆙

|Forked Tongue| TLDR: Lucifer has a mouth. Lucifer uses that mouth. Good times occur |Unanswered Call (Finally Answered)| TLDR: As the caretaker of the Hazbin Hotel, you make it your business to care for everything and everyone. You weren't always a caretaker, but any roads that lead to Lucifer, are still roads that lead to him. Featuring, two amazing idiots who knows the feelings of the others, but hey, eternity is a long time. There's no rush.

Vox

|Sweetheart| TLDR: Vox calls you all kinds of lovely nicknames, and maybe he finds himself enjoying your reaction a bit too much

|Company of The Wicked| TLDR: Vox x Vincent <3

|A Foul Reconciliation| TLDR: Vox is being racist towards you

|A Mutual Understanding| TLDR: Vincent x Marine Biologist! Reader |Six Types of Scales| TLDR: After interrupting a meeting with a fun marine fact, Vox longs to hear more. If you stop, so does his fingers |Come for the Weather Girl| Summary: It's a hot summer night, and Vincent humps a pillow while the weather girl does her segment.

|Mother of Mine| TLDR: After Alastor's death, you find a young child. Cold and frightened, maybe you'll find a family together. |Little Things| TLDR: There are days when Alastor just doesn't want to be touched, and you totally understand that. You're on your best behavior to not touch Alastor. Surely, with such an attentive partner, no misunderstanding will occur. |You, Me. and These Idiots| TLDR: It’s cold, and Alastor has blankets to spare. |Our Little Adventure| TLDR: Car ride to destination unknown |A Moment to Worship| TLDR: Alastor received a pretty, new scar from his battle. As someone intimately familiar with every single expanse of his skin, you'll just have to introduce yourself. |A Child's Defiance| |Now with art!| TLDR: Alastor ruminates about his son |Soul owner! Alastor| TLDR: Alastor owns your soul |Away from you| TLDR: You're gone for a week, and Alastor copes nicely (Hint: He does not) |A little Surprise| TLDR: Vox's girlfriend wears a bunny girl suit

|Big Four Edition (❤️💙💚💛/ ❤️🦅🏹🐯) + One Extra| TLDR: Click to find out :D

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Huzzaaah! Guess who finally updates this :DDD

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I know realistically as a part of his deal with rosie that absolutely no harm would come to his wife, but what if he got drunk or something and he forgot to add that part to his deal.

How do you think he would react if he was forced to do something that would either hurt his wife or get his wife hurt in the process?

Personally, I like to think that Alastor would be proud of his power that he would think he could single-handedly be able to protect Reader. It's just part of that nasty pride of his hehehe.

Should Alastor ever be put in a situation where Reader gets hurt because of his direct actions or like the consequences of his actions because of the deal he has with Rosie, he would go absolutely ballistic. He'd be a animal ready to chew on his own leg to be free. And Rosie does not want him free.

Now, should Reader ever end up dead, Alastor would literally become nothing. He would be a shell of himself. No desires. No wants. No nothing. Alastor would become a much easier puppet.

I think Rosie kinda likes how manipulative Alastor is. He's something she could never fully control, and she likes that about him. She likes how cunning he is. If Rosie had the power to make Alastor the strongest Sinner in Hell, then she probably could have made anyone the strongest Sinner. She could have picked anyone, but she picked Alastor. Thus, if she wanted a complete puppet, then she would have gone to someone she could fully control.

Should Reader die, Alastor becomes much easier to control, but much harder to manipulate. Rosie knows that he would do everything to destroy her victory, and he would do it right when it's in front of her already.

So,,,,,all this is a very long way of saying that Rosie will jump through hoops to keep Reader safe (and that's a funny fic idea). She sees how crazy Alastor is, and decides that it's in her best interest to give him something to live for. It's like a small fantasy of happiness lololololololol

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Hey! I’m kind of new to this so I apologize if I do it wrong but I have been obsessed with lullaby of the ancients and I was wondering if you would be okay if I I cosplayed the lady of the dreaming? I’d be wearing it to ren fairs next season but I wanted to get your permission and possibly some of your ideas for her symbols of office as well as the dress she wears with them!?

Hello! Absolutely no worries :DDD I'm so flattered to know that you've read Lullaby, and I'm even more flattered to know that you have plans to cosplay our very own lady of The Dreaming!!!! Go and have absolute fun. Also, I'm absolutely jealous that you can go to ren fairs. I don't think we have those here. Ugh, it's in bucket list of stuff to do before I die. As for symbols of office, I don't really have much descriptions on them huuhhuh. That's,,,,my bad. You're free to take as much liberties with them as much as you like because I have never been good in character design (why I often stay in the Reader sphere instead of the OC ones). Sorry that I'm not much help. It's all just a blank in my mind tbh hahahaha. I hope you'll have fun in the ren fair! And if you feel a chill running up your spine, don't worry about it. That's just me being jealous and projecting my jealous thoughts to you :DDDDD

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https://open.spotify.com/episode/6a4YFj0He3zayinvqyND8M?si=LGTtz7yIR5elCVlm7susVQ&utm_source=copy-link

Aforementioned podcast anon! The mention is towards the end!! 🩷🩷🩷

YAY!!! That's so freaking cool! I'm sorry they had their own L though.

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Did you guys ever have to do this in your English classes? We were taught the basics of this at around elementary, and then a more in-depth version during highschool.

This has defensive influenced the structure of my sentences when I write.

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I- I've never seen that!!! That's so cool!!!! They should teach this where I live!!!!

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DON’T TEACH IT? That’s baffling.

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I KNOW RIGHT????? For a mainly English speaking country I'd expect to learn this s sort of thing!

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Insane.

Baffling.

My mind is blown.

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Did you guys ever have to do this in your English classes? We were taught the basics of this at around elementary, and then a more in-depth version during highschool.

This has defensive influenced the structure of my sentences when I write.

[jaguarguard]

I- I've never seen that!!! That's so cool!!!! They should teach this where I live!!!!

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DON’T TEACH IT? That’s baffling.

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Did you guys ever have to do this in your English classes? We were taught the basics of this at around elementary, and then a more in-depth version during highschool.

This has defensive influenced the structure of my sentences when I write.

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Heiii,, ya girl stilll alive!

So like, drawing of pregnant!reader. She has her hair down too!! First time drawing it like that.

Why do I lowkeyy find reader hawt🥹(me and my gay ahh)…isnt that like,, thirsting over yourself tho?.. Alastor watch out.

Too lazy to type the title mb.. but AU of @safination!(yeh, Ive been lurkin’. Love the fics!)

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WHAT AN ABSOLUTE CUTIEEEE. Love love love how confused she is lol. Like yes, madam, you are just gonna push. And don't worry. Alastor finds Reader really hawt too (But that's just because I like to think he would have a breeding kink HAHAHA)

Gosh I love Reader with long hair. She's so cute as hell

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WA

Wah waaahhh

To those I haven’t replied to yet. I will,,,,,Just give me a moment. I don’t have tumblr on mobile so the notifications tend to pile up when I check it at like the end of the of my day (9-10pm-ish)

I even need to update my masterlist🤧

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Come Home With Me²

Summary: After seven years away, Alastor tries then fails to convince you to come home with him. Good thing there's always the next day . . . and the day after that . . . and also the day after that . . . and the day after that as well. Yet some kinks form in his plan when he realizes that he's been demoted to ex-husband now. Part 1: Come Home With Me

Alastor didn’t know what was worse—the casualty in your voice, or the fact that you said the words as at all.

Ex-husband.

You introduced him as your ex-husband, as if he wasn’t currently your husband, as if he wasn’t someone who currently belong to you. Alastor was . . . is your husband, but apparently, that title only existed in his mind.

The distance you’ve insisted on suddenly all made sense now. It’s why he’s been prohibited on staying the night at that sad, little apartment of yours—so different from the home he’s built with you. It’s why you’ve yet to come home with him.

Alastor can feel his ears pressed to the back of his head.

It stays pressed, even as you grab him by the arm and lead him away from the crowd, away from the bustling of the hotel and into some dark hallway where you could be alone. It’s your fingers that brush his cheek, and what expression is he making that causes you to touch him so?

You swipe a thumb on the edge of his lips, pushing it up just a little higher. “What’s wrong?” you say, still pushing on his smile. “You can smile better than that, Alastor.”

Alastor.

Not ‘deerest’.

He would have settled for a simple ‘Al’ as well.

Alastor leans into your hand, letting his eyes flutter to a close. It’s much easier to ignore the fact that your wring is missing that way—it’s been missing for a while now. “I’ve just realized something unpleasant, that’s all.”

It’s stupid to wait for a kiss that never comes, for you would have presses a kiss to the edge of his lips by now, but Alastor was just an ex-husband now. In your mind, there was nothing between you and him, and him and you.

It’s just you.

It’s just him.

You pull away with a soft smile, laughing a bit. “What did you realize?”

“I . . . I just remembered that I had some business to take care of.” Alastor lies to you instead. It comes out so easy because that is who he’ll always be—nothing good. “It’s just a quick little errand! But you know how things can get. Go home without me. Or don’t. It’s your free will, after all—the same one that got you condemned here with me.”

“I could come with you.”

“That’s alright, chérie.” Alastor takes your hand, swiping his thumb on across a finger that should have your wedding band. “My errands always tend to get a little messy.”

“A little bloody too.”

“Now, now,” he says, waving his hands a little. “You underestimate me. It gets plenty bloody.”

There’s this certain look in your eyes as you watch him smile. Curse you, honestly. It’s unfair of you to gaze at him so knowingly. Alastor has been known, and it’s by none other than you—his wife . . . er . . . ex-wife, apparently. Not his current wife. Not his. Not yours—

“You’re squeezing too hard.”

Alastor blinks at you, loosening his grip, but never fully letting go of you. There’s this moment, and it lasts more than a moment, where Alastor presses a kiss between your fingers. It’s a little triumphant when you don’t pull away from him. “Forgive me, chérie .”

It comes out softer than he intended.

It’s your turn to blink at him, for Alastor is well known for never apologizing so directly. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

Alastor pretends for one small and shining moment that he’s asking for forgiveness because of the way he left, and not because he gripped at you.

It’s much easier to apologize for the smaller things, for it’s much easier to ignore how he’s wronged you. Much easier, indeed, to ignore rather than to face the music of his absence.

“Go home,” he says. “I don’t know when I’ll finish.”

It would be inconvenient to have his meltdown here.

Yes, meltdown.

Surely, there would be none who can criticize him for destroying half the city, and Alastor would rather destroy the half that’s far away from you . . . and the hotel. There were things that he still needed to do, after all.

“You’re being awfully considerate today,” you say, a little softly, a little sadly, as if the idea of him considering you was saddening. “Before, you would have dragged me with you. I would’ve been stuck at the top of some water tower by now.”

“Ah . . . yes.” Alastor knows he’s lacking his usual charm. That annoying glair he usually summons falls a little flat now.

Alastor doesn’t even know when he stopped being your husband and became your ex instead. Was there a specific time? A specific day? A specific moment when you decided he could no longer belong to you?

“I don’t appreciate you bailing on me mid-way.”

Alastor tries to smile that usual wide and sharp smile he’s so known for. It doesn’t quite work. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“. Ha! . . .Ha . . . ha . . .” Alastor’s ears press even harder to the back of his head. “We could make a deal out of it if you wish. I’d offer you my soul, but I don’t currently have it on me.”

“It’s you whose been hounding me for weeks to come visit the hotel.” You roll your eyes all the way to the side, but that too doesn’t have its usual flare. There’s a frown that you’re trying so desperately to hid from him. “You were supposed to take me to your radio tower. I . . . I even brought snacks for us to eat.”

Us.

There’s a line that you’ve drawn between him and you. It’s taking everything in him to respect the distance you’ve so clearly placed. Still . . . he likes the way you said it anyway.

Alastor smiles at you, squeezing your hand gently. “I always tell you not to eat there.”

“Yet, you’ve never stopped me before,” you say, squeezing his hand back. “Not once.”

“I don’t know how to deny you, ché— . . .” Alastor shakes his head a little. There should be no reason why he couldn’t call you his dear. Even if he no longer belongs to you, it would not change the truth of his heart.  “Chérie, not once have I known how to.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Ha! Ha! If that is what you wish.”

“You smooth talker,” you say, laughing a bit. “Just for that I’ll give you the chance to earn my forgiveness. All I need is a simple favor from you.”

“How absolutely generous of you, chérie,” he says, and it still falls a little flat. “Whatever it is you desire, chérie. Anything for your forgiveness, chérie.”

You point to your cheeks, showing him the brightest smile you could muster. “Just one of these will do.”

This familiar bantering.

This familiar ease.

It hurts a little.

And what has Alastor done when things start to hurt? When things start to get a little to close? Well, he does what he always does.

. . . Alastor dissolves into the shadows, because that is who he’ll always be—nothing good.

You deserve nothing but goodness.

A/N: I'm debating of adding maybe some jealousy scenes with both Reader and Alastor or maybe just going straight to the destroy half the city then the reconciliation. Hrnnn I don't know. I'll think about it.

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Never gonna lose weight when the mobile bakery outside my university keeps selling Spanish bread.

All I need now is coffee and Vox and my afternoon snack time will be perfect.

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Can I ask for a short fic with Alastor and lactation kink? I think he'd have one. In general, Al puts feminity and motherhood on a pedestal, in a platonic way (due to his childhood and relationship with his own mother) like it's one of the very few precious things in this rotten world. But when it comes to reader... yeah, it can get a little sexual for him. He's always staring a little too long when reader is nursing lil Theodore

A Little Milky

It’s official.

Alastor was going to end up a divorced man for the sole reason of getting his wife pregnant . . . again.

Well, he would end up getting you pregnant again if you don’t stop straddling him, sitting on his hips with an irritated but undoubtably cute frown on your face.

Alastor has never been one for prayers, but he’s praying to every god in existence right now.

You lean a little closer, kneens digging into the soft mattress. “Are you going to do it or not?” you say. “My breast are clogged, Alastor. Take responsibility for this.”

Alastor tries to smile that confident smile he’s so known for. It doesn’t really do anything to make him look less nervous. “Is this something you should be asking me to do?”

“Are you proposing I ask someone else?”

“No!” Alastor says, a little too quickly. “ . . . You’re making me sound like some pervert.”

“You are a pervert.” You squish his cheeks together with irritation. “I see how you linger just a little too long. I just need the extra breast milk out of me. So, take this gift I’m giving you, and suck my breast.”

Alastor rolls his eyes, but he really can’t say much when there’s an unmistakable erection already pitching his pajama pants. “Such eloquent words, dearest.”

There’s a silence that rises into the air as Alastor settles with what he’s about to do.

Perhaps, you were correct—he was a pervert. One that was going to get you pregnant once more if he doesn’t learn how to control himself. But it’s a little unfair too. You can’t just ask him to suckle on your breast with such simpleness.

Alastor lifts your shirt for you, running his thumb up your stomach until he’s cupped your breast. It’s a little firmer than he remembers, but that’s to be expected.

You are a new mother, and milk was just one of the many things that made it so evident.

It’s his tongue that sticks out first, sliding it underneath the nipple. A drop of milk lands on his tongue, and fuck! He might very well come righ this second. Better on his underwear than in you, he supposes. There’s this sweetness that’s difficult to describe.

A little milky.

A little watery.

A little too perfect.

Alastor tells himself that he’s just doing this to help you, and that the excess milk he’s drinking was for your comfort.

A clogged milk duct wasn’t the best feeling after all. Alastor was just helping . . . that’s all. There’s nothing to interesting about the way he pulls you closer towards him, or the way his eyes flutter towards you.

There’s this moment where you swipe your thumb across his cheek. It’s a little too easy to lean into the softness of your touch, even if his mouth was currently latched onto your breast.

Alastor wonders what expression is on his face right now. He probably looked like some dog in heat.

You slide your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling on his hair a little. The sharp sting almost makes him moan. “Be a little gentler.”

. . . He really wants you to get pregnant again.

A/N: Hehehe my short one week break ended. So, I'm gonna disappear again :DD. ALSO. This isn't how you unclog a milk duct btw. This was just an old wives' tale remedy, but not how you're supposed to do it.

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Alastor fighting for his life

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I don’t know where this is going, but it’s going somewhere.

Also sorry not sorry to everyone not really interested in a son LMAAAOOO. But exploring Alastor’s character as a father just has me in a chokehold right now. Theodore stuff is just a self-indulgent that I keep in my drafts and share it to others when I feel like it HAHAHAH

Anyway, I’ll have more ex-husband Alastor out this week. Hopefully. Definitely.

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You got me hooked with ex husband alastor, I'm afraid that I'm obsessed!?!

Unfortunately, so am I.

Last night I realized that I didn't technically give them a proper happy ending. It was an okay ending. I thought it was happy enough, but then I realized that Reader only invites him in! Maybe if I have a good idea I could write a proper happy ending

[safination]

OMG ALASTOR DOESN’T EVEN KNOW THEY’RE EXs

Hrnnnnnnnn Alastor finding out Reader considers him as an EX-husband. Welp. That’s just what he gets for skipping town for seven years.

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Can I ask for a short fic with Alastor and lactation kink? I think he'd have one. In general, Al puts feminity and motherhood on a pedestal, in a platonic way (due to his childhood and relationship with his own mother) like it's one of the very few precious things in this rotten world. But when it comes to reader... yeah, it can get a little sexual for him. He's always staring a little too long when reader is nursing lil Theodore

A Little Milky

It’s official.

Alastor was going to end up a divorced man for the sole reason of getting his wife pregnant . . . again.

Well, he would end up getting you pregnant again if you don’t stop straddling him, sitting on his hips with an irritated but undoubtably cute frown on your face.

Alastor has never been one for prayers, but he’s praying to every god in existence right now.

You lean a little closer, kneens digging into the soft mattress. “Are you going to do it or not?” you say. “My breast are clogged, Alastor. Take responsibility for this.”

Alastor tries to smile that confident smile he’s so known for. It doesn’t really do anything to make him look less nervous. “Is this something you should be asking me to do?”

“Are you proposing I ask someone else?”

“No!” Alastor says, a little too quickly. “ . . . You’re making me sound like some pervert.”

“You are a pervert.” You squish his cheeks together with irritation. “I see how you linger just a little too long. I just need the extra breast milk out of me. So, take this gift I’m giving you, and suck my breast.”

Alastor rolls his eyes, but he really can’t say much when there’s an unmistakable erection already pitching his pajama pants. “Such eloquent words, dearest.”

There’s a silence that rises into the air as Alastor settles with what he’s about to do.

Perhaps, you were correct—he was a pervert. One that was going to get you pregnant once more if he doesn’t learn how to control himself. But it’s a little unfair too. You can’t just ask him to suckle on your breast with such simpleness.

Alastor lifts your shirt for you, running his thumb up your stomach until he’s cupped your breast. It’s a little firmer than he remembers, but that’s to be expected.

You are a new mother, and milk was just one of the many things that made it so evident.

It’s his tongue that sticks out first, sliding it underneath the nipple. A drop of milk lands on his tongue, and fuck! He might very well come righ this second. Better on his underwear than in you, he supposes. There’s this sweetness that’s difficult to describe.

A little milky.

A little watery.

A little too perfect.

Alastor tells himself that he’s just doing this to help you, and that the excess milk he’s drinking was for your comfort.

A clogged milk duct wasn’t the best feeling after all. Alastor was just helping . . . that’s all. There’s nothing to interesting about the way he pulls you closer towards him, or the way his eyes flutter towards you.

There’s this moment where you swipe your thumb across his cheek. It’s a little too easy to lean into the softness of your touch, even if his mouth was currently latched onto your breast.

Alastor wonders what expression is on his face right now. He probably looked like some dog in heat.

You slide your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling on his hair a little. The sharp sting almost makes him moan. “Be a little gentler.”

. . . He really wants you to get pregnant again.

A/N: Hehehe my short one week break ended. So, I'm gonna disappear again :DD. ALSO. This isn't how you unclog a milk duct btw. This was just an old wives' tale remedy, but not how you're supposed to do it.

[safination]

You got me hooked with ex husband alastor, I'm afraid that I'm obsessed!?!

Unfortunately, so am I.

Last night I realized that I didn't technically give them a proper happy ending. It was an okay ending. I thought it was happy enough, but then I realized that Reader only invites him in! Maybe if I have a good idea I could write a proper happy ending