something abt age gap fics just feeds something inside of me.. loved the metaphor about the forbidden dynamics of the teacher and student btw.
PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE. 🥺
ℛ ﹕ i SO get u, something i'll never openly admit is how much i love age gap relationships, we're in this pit hole together ig. ty for kind words, i appreciate ♡ and, YES, i'll feed yall freaks now.
𝜗℘ basically, a continuation for my previous fic, where Alastor makes you a promise that he'll come back for more.
𓏲ꪆ demon!alastor x youngsinner!reader
porn with plot, eventual smut, age gap, unprotected p in v, dub-con, touch-repulsed Alastor (although he gets more used to it), desk sex, oral (m!receiving), shoe kink, degradation, humiliation, edging, overstim, size kink, stomach bulge, biting, marking, blood play, slight tentacle play, sadism, apathy, very slight aftercare.
𝒜╱𝒩 ﹕ i kind of loosened the grip on my imagination with this one... also, i added an actual plot, since people liked my previous fic sm (which im beyond thankful for) ♡. so, i have to disappoint you, if you're only here for a shameless smut.
Alastor's daily attention towards you didn't really change. he remained the eccentric creep you knew so well. you didn't mind it, you really didn't, but still, you couldn't shake away the weird thought of unfairness. no sweet, double-meaning words? not even little, suggestive glances? you were quite disappointed. not that you've made a foolish hope for yourself, but since he assured you it wasn't just a one-time, quick thing, his unchanged behaviour just simply felt odd.
that was until you argued with Angel over some little nothing, slurs and insults flying everywhere. Husker, behind the bar watched you both like a movie, Vaggi sat on the chair with her eternally half-annoyed, half-bored expression. Angel was always blowing things up, and you were always the one to prove your opinions. Alastor on the other hand, clearly wasn't going to let you make fair points, because he suddenly appeared behind you, covering your mouth and pushing your back flush against him, accompanied by your surprised squeak.
you didn't even notice the others' reaction, instinctively grabbing your oppressor's arm, as if trying to defend yourself. "shhh." the sound of static immediately calmed you down, feeling slightly ashamed of how mindless your reaction was. after all, who could possibly want to seriously hurt you in the main lobby? with all those witnesses?
you released his arm, yet your body still seemed tense. "now just don't you waste that comely, little mouth of yours," he stated, loosening his grip. "you could use it properly, for other things, you know." he chuckled, letting you go completely, even pushing you lightly towards Angel. from the look on his face, you saw that even he wasn't able to fully tell if Alastor just made a fucking sex joke, or if he was simply scolding you, unintentional double-meaning slipping in. Alastor just turned back, making his was upstairs. you took a deep breath, you weren't even aware you were holding it all the time.
"what. the. fuck. was. that." Vaggi commented, leaving the lobby, probably tired from all the bullshit she just saw. "sooo, like what? ya wanna talk 'bout it, or...?" Angel was confused, though his friendly tone came back. "let's just, uh-" you glanced behind your back, searching for Alastor. he wasn't anywhere near. "let's not talk about it, 'kay?" you asked, but didn't even consider any opposition. "let's go make up, Angie." you changed the topic and grabbed his hand, heading towards the bar, where Husker already started to prepare your favourite drinks. you kept a relaxed composure, even though, inside, you couldn't help but replay that moment with Alastor.
3 days later, you, alongside Angel and Cherri, went to a shooting range. as a human, you've always wanted to learn how to use rifles, but the opportunity came up to you only in hell...
later, for the contrast, Angel persuaded you to let him do your makeup, just for the sake of fun. and so, you found yourself sitting in Angel's fluffy and comfy armchair, in front his vanity table, with Cherri laying on his bed, phone in her hand, ranting about all sorts of things. your look was almost ready: little cat eyeliner, gorgeous shade of baby pink eyeshadow, and glitter highlighter spreading all around your eye, starting at inner corners of your eyes. he also glued on some fairy-style lashes, making your eyes appear more charming. you felt weird like that, looking so so girlish, but after all you gave a free hand to THE Angel Dust, what other outcome did you expect?
"wait there, lovey, i'll find it in the bathroom." Angel left, after rummaging through his supplies, looking for the bubblegum pink shade lipstick, he swore will suit you the most.
that is when you noticed something black appearing in the corner of your eye, near the doors. you turned your head to it and, yes, it was Alastor's shadow. when it made sure it got your attention it slid out of the room by the small crack in door's frame, clearly instructing you to follow it. you glanced back at your friends: Angel was too busy destroying bathroom's shelves and Cherri was basically tied to her phone. nobody noticed anything.
"uhh, Angie?" you called out.
"i think i'm gonna go back to my room..." you lied, standing up. "i'm not feeling quite we-"
"GOT IT!" he interrupted you, holding up a lipstick beetwen his fingers. he got out of the bathroom. "that's a shame," he referred to your 'bad well-being'. he made his way up to you, grabbing your chin gently, tilting your head up to him and painting your lips. "lemme just finish my work, before ya smudge it all over the bed." his brushes were precise, carving out the shape of your lips. "sure ya don't wanna stay 'ere? bed's all yours, right Cherri?" a faint 'm-hm' responded him, but you weren't up for the proposition. "no, i just need some peace alone." you lied again.
"aight, we ain't gonna hold ya 'ere then." he quickly made his way up to his vanity, peeking some rhinestones. your sigh was the hint that you really wanted to go. "just a final touch, i promise." he pressed four of them along the eyeshadow's outline, keeping a distance beetwen them. when he finished, he grabbed your shoulders, leaning back to take a proper look at his work. his expression told you he's proud of himself. "oh, lovey, i would totally tap that!" you chuckled and he spun you around to face Cherri, who just reacted with a not-very-excited 'woaah!'.
then, you excused yourself and went out the room. shadow was there, at the wall, waiting for you, it's disbelieving expression just screaming 'you're not ashamed that i had to wait so long?'. wasting no more time, it led you to the place you thought it'll get you too. it slid through it's doorframe. Alastor's room.
you knocked. waited. no answer. you knocked again. still no answer. you reached for the doorhandle, opening it carefully. when you heard no sound, you opened it confidently and looked around the room. Alastor wasn't anywhere. normally, you would just exit, but the shadow, now materialized close to you, encouraged you to enter by a head gesture. you entered then, leaving a small crack of door open.
you couldn't recall a time where you had a proper look at his room. before, you only opened his door to tell him that Charlie wants him down the stairs or stuff like that. never to actually spend time with him, let alone be invited over. you walked deeper into his room, your footsteps careful and slow, as if you were a spying on a sleeping person. looking around, you saw a large fireplace emitting a green light, antlers hanging above it, some skulls and bones on it's mantelpiece. two red armchairs, and lots of mirrors... strange. a large bookshelve with a gator skull, and a desk with a large, intimidating gator skeleton above it. the thing that surprised you the most, was the absence of a bed. there wasn't even a sofa... another strange thing. didn't he sleep? like at all? nevertheless, you found yourself comfortable here, his whole room was giving off a very artistic, art decorish, swamp-like atmosphere.
your gaze travelled to his shadow, it was just standing there, watching you intently. you looked at eachother like curious dogs, before you turned your gaze to the gator skeleton. there was something very intimidating and all alluring about it. your eyes lingered on it a moment longer, then you took a step forward, climbed on top of the desk, hand reaching to touch. your finger brushed against its skull; it definitely was real.
suddenly, a door crack. your hand twitched away from the skull, but anyone would be able to tell what you were doing. your head shot to the side, meeting his usual smile, although he was clearly taken aback, which made a wide smile appear on your face. his shadow blurred into the air, the second he passed the threshold. "now, dear, what's it you're doing in my room?" he asked, making his way up to you.
"your shadow led me here..." you responded, clearly confused. wasn't it him who sent it over at the first place? you sat at the edge of the desk, looking over to the spot where the non-existent-now shadow previously was. "oh, so we're blaming the shadow now, hmm?" he obviously mocked you, but of course said he believes you. it wasn't the first time it did something out of it's own free will. not that he minded it; things it has done were potentially harmless (for him). more, it often did things that he kept in his subconciousness, things he wanted to do, but just wasn't fully aware of it.
"you didn't send it? it has it's own will? really?" you asked out of curiosity when he finally stood in front of you, leaving his staff at your right side. "i suppose you could say that." oh, he was speaking riddles, how fun. now that he had a good look at you, he noticed your makeup, definitely in different style than the ones you usually wore. he looked at you, as if asking for some explanation. "Angel Dust did it. for fun." you replied with a warm smile, noting the fact the he noticed. "oh, that peony spider, i could've guessed," you could swear you heard him say it with disapproval. "but, i would say he did a great job... as for the kind of person he is," was it disgust? "it suits you, dear. i like the rhinestones." his tone changed to genuine, making your cheeks flush just slightly. he glanced to the gator's skeleton, just above your head.
"and what were you intending to do with this thing there?" he tilted his head to the side. "uh-" you took a second to think. "i just liked it," you admitted, then asked: "where's it from?" Alastor raised a brow at your question, as if contemplating the answer. "a gift," he finally said, although it visibly didnt satisfy you. "from earth." he added, at which your eyes widened in surprise, eager to know more. "from EARTH?!" you couldn't hide your surprise, at which he pressed a finger to your lips. "do i really need to shush you every time?" he tried to change the topic, but you weren't letting him so easily. he accepted his defeat and moved his finger away, resting his hands at either sides of your hips. "not from my living days of course.." he explained, not wanting to reveal much. "just a present i got as a payment for a favor." he finished. your eyes told him you wanted more details, but for him, he already told you enough. "that's all you need to know. for now." he left you a hope.
you leaned back with challenging eyes, trying to persuade him. "whaaaaat?" you pouted, purposely elongating the 'a'. "is it like a big, creepy, old secret?" you teased. "or are you ashamed?" you asked, feigning a surprise. his smile widened, liking your confidence. "nor is it a secret, nor am i ashamed." he leaned in closer. "you just need to learn that you don't need to know everything right away." you chuckled. it sounded like he was giving you a lesson, some mind-opening truth, which you found amusing. "i'll find out sooner or later." you were almost laying on the desk, his face intently following yours. "we'll see about that."
you were now displayed on the wooden surface, with him bent on top of you. he reached down, spreading your legs and stepping inbeetwen them. he had to lift you up a bit, so you'll be face to face, not face to neck. your hand travelled up to cup his cheek, forgetting about his previous rules of no touching. just at an inch distance you stopped, suddenly reminding yourself. you kept your hand still, ready to be fucking smited. but instead, he nodded. slightly and slowly, but you were certain the movement was there.
you pressed your palm against his cheek. it was cold, just like the rest of his body, but it was the kind of chill that wasn't bothering. you weren't sure what to do next, you stayed like that for a few seconds. then, Alastor leaned into your palm, like a cat, again just slightly, but you could feel it and it authentically made you smile. his slender fingers gently took your little wrist and placed it back down on the desk.
without a word, he leaned down to kiss you, deeply and deliberately. his hands reached down to remove your shirt, through your head, then unclip your bra, tossing it behind him. he hovered above you, looking down at your breast. specifically, at the mark he left a week ago. in fact, there was barely any indication there, it sure was healing well.
"you plan on doing this again?" you asked quietly, your tone betraying a little excited thrill. "if you allow me." his eyes snapped back at you. if you were totally honest with yourself, you wouldn't deny how much you wanted it. "fine." it was a simple response, but good enough for him. you could swear you've seen that smile getting bigger.
"then," he straightened himself, removing his bowtie, suit and shirt, then came back to previous position. "where do you want me to bite?" you giggled at that, looking briefly to the side, a thinking sound dragging along. "my neck?" the idea appeared arousing to you, like from some vampiric tale. he probably felt the same, because he whispered: "good choice." while leaning down to the right side of your neck. he whispered again, breath hot against your skin. "try not to move your head." without any warning, he sunk his teeth into your pulse point. same combination followed:
coldness, pain, pleasure.
you tried so hard to keep your head in place, and Alastor apparently noticed it, because he reached up to hold your jaw in place, his grip messy, but effective. your hands gripped the edge of the desk, a high-pitched whine escaped you, finished by a whimper. his bite felt even better than a previous one, making your legs tense up, back arch slightly and bite your bottom lip. shit, you could say you didn't want it to end.
but, after about one minute he pulled out, ending what some could call an esctasy. he licked the running blood and looked at you feral, the sight comparable with your own lust. "more..." you plea was quiet, yet so fucking needy. "i don't-..." he stuttered, visibly holding himself from just fucking you brainless. yet, he leaned down, sucking and biting at your skin, leaving a trail of reddish love marks, some having a blood forming in the centre. your whines subserved his doings, your hand going to grip his shoulder, which actually only fueled his markings. he didn't care about light touches like this right now, in fact, they even heightened his arousal.
when he was done, he straightened himself up, and you got to see his wild appearance once again: grand antlers, darkened eyes, dilated pupils, wider smile, disheveled hair... you gasped when he swiftly removed your bottom clothing. then, he unbuckled his pants, lowering them just enough to release his cock. he spread your legs impossibly wide, holding your hipbones to get you in stable position, his claws digging into your skin. he grazed his tip, a pre cum glistening on it, up and down your wet cunt, opened so beautifully for him.
he thrusted inside you violently, going in whole. you moaned out loud, not even having much time to adjust your body before he thrusted again, sending a wave of pleasure through you. it wasn't long before he slid his hand under your back, to get you in better position, his other hand now spreading your other leg.
you closed your eyes, whimpering messily when he stretched you, mixing with his own pants and deer-like squeaks. he noticed the bulge beneath your stomach's skin, disappearing and appearing with his every thrust. it made him feel oddly fulfilled and he left your thigh to touch it. you felt his fingers and looked down at whatever he was doing, smiling when you realised. your head fell back again, eyes rolling back when he fucked you mercilessly.
he leaned down, pinning you by your shoulders, basically restraining you down when he took you deep and fast. his pants became more ragged as he lifted you up, now that you were sitting at the table's edge. you pressed your hands and head against his chest, keeping yourself secure.
you felt yourself getting closer and closer, whimpers transformed into loud moans as you were reaching your climax. you kept your bodies pressed together, it was taking all your last amounts of strength to not wrap your legs around him. he would probably hate that. you moved your hips to get a quicker orgasm, so full of just the stimulation. you finally felt it and you whimpered a sweet: "Al-" into his chest, when he suddenly pulled back, taking a one step back, your weak body falling off the edge, only to be steadied by his hands on your shoulders.
"the fuck-" you cursed quietly, your overstimulated body trembling, your inner thighs burning. you raised your head up, thinking that maybe something happened to him. but no, you were met with sadistic smile that said everything you needed to know. he did that on purpose, just for pure amusement and cruelty. seeing your weakened eyes, he grabbed your chin with a feather-like touch, almost as if to soothe you. "oww-" he purred, only feeding your frustration. "now, let's put a proper use to that unbeatable mouth of yours."
suddenly, his other hand grabbed the top of your hair, pushing you down with unstoppable force. before you had time to even react, he forced his cock inside your mouth, earning a filthy sound from you. your saliva dripped down, as he face fucked you, sloppy sounds filling the air. you closed your eyes, maybe you just wanted to make the time flow faster.
wet gags slipped out of you with his every thrust, your jaw unmoving, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. your cunt was aching, pleading for release. you reached down to touch yourself, only to be stopped by a slimy tentacle. great, here we go again. it locked both your hands behind your back, now you had to use only your exhausted legs to keep yourself up.
you heard Alastor pant quickly, his thrusts more uncoordinated and violent. he buried himself as deep as he possibly could, pressing your head closer by your hair, his base's hair brushing against your mouth. your throat tightened around him, his cock pulsed deep inside before his orgasm. you couldn't see it, but his antlers grew even bigger, when raw sound tear out his throat, his head falling back and thighs shaking.
"swallow." he commands under his breath. you don't have to be told twice. you swallow his thick cum with a frown, it was hard to do it with his cock still filling you. then, his tentacles leave your hands and he pulls back, an obscene pop leaving your mouth when he does do. his hand leaves your hair and you just fall down, sitting with your legs unnaturally at your sides, bad posture, head down, your messy and sweaty hair falling down.
Alastor buckled up his pants and leaned down at your level, now fully regenerated into his regular form, grabbing your chin softly and tilting it upwards. your teary eyes, swollen lips, smudged mascara, whole makeup ruined and messy hair made him almost feel bad for you. he noticed that your saliva and his fluid were still staining your mouth and he breathed deeply, standing up to go look for something to wipe it off.
he was back shortly, wiping off the goddamn liquids from your swollen mouth. "you look even more gorgeous now," he stated, and you genuinely couldn't figure out what would be beautiful in your current state. "that damn Angel Dust could only wish he'd made you like that." you didn't respond, not even trying to understand why would he mention Angel right now. after all, he was a gay man and you didn't think about him sexually, not even once.
he put the tissue aside on the desk, then looked at you again. "Al, please-" you finally said something, your tone bordering at desperation. "i still need you-" your cunt was aching still, wanting anything. you knew you didn't need much to get your release. "anything, please-"
"anything?" there was something mocking in his tone, as if he already knew how to use your 'anything'. he stood up and leaned against the edge of the table, right next to the staff he left there previously. he straighted one leg towards you and you looked at him with wide eyes, unsure if he's thinking what you're thinking. at this expression, he chuckled. "what? you want me to do all the job? ha, baby, if you want something you must earn it yourself." your mind was moving low, you partially understood what he said. you looked down at his pointed boot and without a word, lowered yourself on it. you were so fucking needy, your brain to blind to realise how humiliating this was.
the feeling wasn't very pleasant, it hurt while it stretched your cunt in a weird way. it didn't go deep, only enough to stimulate your clit. you looked up into his eyes as you began to ride it, gripping his leg for some balance, not really caring about pain. your only need was to be satisfied. your movements were quick, and he just couldn't help himself, but to move his boot, making your body loose stability a few times. but, it actually did more to your pleasure, than suffering.
you came undone while looking into his eyes, that damn smile boring into you, your soft whimpers filling the silence of his room. they became more uncoordinated when you felt yourself getting closer, and you closed your eyes as you reached your climax. your head fell down, at which he picked up his cane, positioning it under your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him. the sharp edge of the microphone pressed into the skin underneath it, piercing like a sting. he liked seeing you like that, the way he rewarded desperate pleas by nothing more than pure mortification.
not long after, your head fell back as you rode out your orgasm. he removed his cane, exposing the whole collection of love marks on your throat. he smiled even wider when you finally came, soaking the pointy tip of his shoe.
when you were fully satisfied, you got off his shoe, sitting on the carpet again, looking up at him with unreadable, but satisfied expression. "pass me the tissue." his eyebrows raised up, but he obeyed. your fingers brushed lightly over one another when he gave the item to you. you cleared his boot, as if in return for his previous act of service. when you were done, he stepped from the desk and got you up by your armpits. your body was still weak, but at least you regained your control over it. for a moment, he just kept his hands on your ribs, before leaning down to kiss you.
one single soft kiss, so different from all the others he hitherto introduced you to. quickly, he let you go. "you should go, don't you think? to get yourself together." you didn't protest, now that you know he wasn't the one for aftercare, you didn't want to ask for it too soon. he picked your bra from the ground, clipping it behind your back. right after, you dressed yourself in your pants and picked the shirt off the ground. you didn't see any point behind putting it on, your room was just by, and a chance that anyone other was in the corridors right now was minimal.
none of you said a word, none of you needed to. with shoes and shirt in your hand, you exited his room, him holding a door for you. you exchanged a last one glance and a smile. you did a few steps, smiling to yourself while thinking about the last kiss and the care he provided you. even though it was barely anything, it made you feel like you mattered to him. that was before you glanced at the direction of your room. you saw a figure knocking on them, but before you had time to do anything, you realised it was already looking at you.
he could precisely tell which door did you exit. fuck. maybe you would try to somehow explain yourself, but your disheveled hair, ruined makeup, fucking hickeys, bites, swollen lips, gleaming eyes and the fact you were wearing just bra and pants, was enough to tell him everything. "oh, so that's the kinda 'bad' ya were feelin'." his tone was almost complaining and dull, but after he connected the dots, his eyes opened in shock. " WAIT WHAT?! YOU'RE FUCKING WITH THE RADIO DEMON?!" he practically shouted and you were near him in a second, wide eyes boring into him. "SHUT UP ANGEL." you said sharply through closed teeth, you could only pray that nobody heard him.
"jesus, girl, you look absolutely ruined." he commented and you opened the door, feeling frustrated about this whole situation. when you didn't say a word, he continued. "so y'knoww...? what's it like~?" he teased, which pissed you off even more. "get lost, Angel," you replied and stepped into your room, but he, of course, didn't even consider stopping. "what have yall done that my makeup's so smudgy?" you just stood there, trying so hard to not burst out. you pressed a finger to his chest, looking into his eyes with actual seriousness, his flirtatious smile disappearing. "don't you even think of telling anybody-" you removed your finger, slamming the door and interrupting his 'ouhh- okay, lov-'. you could swear he rolled his eyes. "not that i will judge you!" you heard him shout, before collapsing into the bed.
all you wanted to do is just go to sleep. first, Alastor fucking humiliating you, now somebody finding out about it. it happened way to sooner, almost as if it was done purposefully.
you buried yourself in the cushions and closed your eyes, waiting for the sleep to carry away your frustrations. you felt so damn weak right now.
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