screaming at myself for having never written a hazbin self-insert fic before this. it's been a long time coming... but i'm so glad this first one was him :')
(we're gonna pretend he's accepted the inner homophobia in this, okay? cool. i wasn't feeling like crying when writing this.)
✧ NSFW (18+)
✧ a bit cheesy... and steamy
(what can i say, i'm a sucker for that)
✧ word count - 1675
enjoy <3
“Oh baby, you sure know how to please a man.”
It was late. The holiday party had ended not too long ago, leaving you both alone at last. Vincent had been kind enough to host this year, the ‘disappearance’ of his network lead leaving him to entertain his staff and crew in the best possible way: an intimate party in the comfort of your home. It wasn’t ideal, boxes and bags still left to be unpacked from your recent move. But you made it work, the bare walls covered with garland and lights; soft jazz playing from the record player in the far corner of the living room by the Christmas tree.
You can’t help but smirk as those words fall out of Vincent’s mouth, watching as he swirls his whiskey sour in the dimly lit space. “Takes one to know one.” you reply, taking a seat beside him on the sofa.
He sets his drink down on the coffee table and pulls you close, fingers running gently down your sweater vest. “Didn’t want another beverage?” he asks softly. “A doll like yourself deserves to let loose a little.”
“You know I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself when I’m sauced, Vincent.”
Vincent hums to that, his thumb rubbing circles on the side of your waist. “Oh, I know.” He coos. “But we’re alone now. And I’ve been wanting my little assistant in my arms for so long.”
“Oh, have you?” you tease. “Maybe I do need another drink… to… you know… let loose, as you say…”
“Allow me.” he winks.
Finishing off his glass, he stands and makes his way to the kitchen. You can hear the sound of glasses and ice, knowing that he’s making himself another drink as well. And it’s not long before he comes back, another whiskey sour and a glass of wine in hand. He hands you the wine as he sits back down, watching as you take a long sip. His eyes sparkle from the twinkle lights on the tree. “Did you enjoy the party?” he asks. “I’m sorry I was so busy with the big dogs.”
“That’s alright.” you reply, shaking your head slightly. “Can’t have them thinking we’re a bit queer, can we?”
He chuckles softly, a sigh then escaping his lips with a smile. He rests his elbow against the back of the sofa. “I suppose not.” He takes another sip of his drink. “A pretty face like yours wouldn’t survive in the slammer.”
“And yours would?”
“Why do you think we move around so much, babydoll?”
He had a point, but it’s not like you minded. You’d been in this same routine for years, packing up all the remnants of past lives and keeping them hidden from the public eye. But it seemed the higher he rose, the more believable your little white lies became. To everyone else, you were his esteemed assistant, only residing with him because of how busy he is on a day to day basis.
And god, was he good at convincing people.
“Soooo…” You sway along with your singsong tone, the ends of your mouth curling into a smile. “Any idea on when you’ll be rising in the ranks?”
He shrugs. “Well, considering their network is running out of gas, and…” he pauses, a wicked grin engulfing his features. “they’re without a lead, might not be long. Just gotta give ‘em the ol’ razzle dazzle; sweet talk ‘em a bit.”
You know full well what he’s getting at. And the thought of him getting his hands dirty to be at the top… it just makes you all the more enticed with him.
“But I don’t want to think about that right now.” he adds, looking at you with admiration. “Right now, I have much more… important things to tend to.” He looks over to the record player. “The curtains are closed, right?”
You nod. “Of course. Checked ‘em when Bob left.”
“Good.” He smiles, looking back at you as he circles his thumb over your ribs. His other hand brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Because my favorite song is playing, and I’d really like to share the rest of the evening with my… assistant.”
He goes to stand once again, giving your bicep a light squeeze before tugging you up from your seat. And with one swift motion, he’s got your hand in his, pulling you close to share a dance. The room spins with the alcohol in your system, but when he rests his forehead against yours… he’s all you can focus on.
He sways along to the music, his other hand on the small of your back; the tingles in your spine only increasing as he toys with your backmost belt loop. And the look on your face…
Absolutely priceless.
“Mmm… Is someone feeling a bit funny now?”
Vincent’s hum fills your ears, the only response from you being a low giggle. And he smirks at that, his hand leaving a trail of small touches from that particular spot on your back to your hipbone. “Oh, someone’s definitely feeling funny.” He pulls you closer and dips you, his nose brushing against yours. “My funny bunny.”
He gives your nose the smallest peck of affection before pulling you back up, beginning to sway to the music once more. And by the way you’re laughing, you know it won’t take but another small sip to send you over that edge.
And you know he knows that, too.
Once the song ends, Vincent steps over to the record player, switching out the vinyl for something more intimate. And for once, especially after moving, he looks content; his features soft and hopeful. He starts the music once more, walking over to the coffee table to grab your drinks. He downs the rest of his whiskey sour before handing you your glass.
“Finish your wine, doll. Let loose.” He reminds you. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
He can’t help but lean in a little more, whispering into your ear. “You already do so much for me…”
And once your wine is finished, he pulls you close for another dance, the same position you were in just moments ago. He fiddles with the fabric of your pants, his fingers inserting themselves into your pocket just the slightest bit.
“Feeling good yet?”
“Mhm…” You nod, your state of inebriation at that point of excitement. Your free hand wanders up his chest, playing with his tie. He sighs sweetly at your touch, somehow managing to pull you even closer as he dips you once again. “That’s what I like to hear, baby. You deserve to feel good.”
He brings you back up and begins to whisper in your ear. But you can’t make out what he’s saying, as it’s far too quiet for your brain to understand at this point of the night. But damn, does it get you going. You exhale softly against his shoulder, your breath warm. He chuckles, planting a small kiss at that pressure point just below your ear, only to be followed by slower; more deliberate little pecks down your neck.
The faint whimper that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed. Vincent lets go of your hand, both of his now placed on your hips. His lips trail down to your collarbone, the sound of your little cries only egging him on. He maneuvers you both back to the sofa, pulling you down onto his lap, noticing just how excited your getting.
“My poor, poor angel.” he coos, tracing gentle circles on your upper leg. “You’re all worked up, and over a little dance.”
Another strangled whimper escapes your throat. “Vincent…”
He inhales slowly, trying to keep his composure. “What do you need?” he asks, beginning to press his thumb on the inside of your thigh. “Use your words.”
You bite your lip, your whimpers turning into moans. His hand inches closer to your crotch, his touch leaving a trail of tingles. But when you go to speak, it’s just incoherent giggles.
“Did you forget how to speak?” Vincent laughs, his hand nearly touching where you need it most. “Or are you just that far gone?”
With a whine, you buck your hips slightly. “Please, Vincent…”
His hand stops. “Please, what?”
You look up at him, a pitiful drunken pout now replacing your previous expressions of pleasure. “Touch me.”
His eyes stare straight into yours, his smirk only growing. “Good boy.” he praises. He lays you back on the sofa, hovering over your frame. “Was that so hard? Telling me what you need?”
Your moans fill the room, and he’s loving it: the sounds, the control, the attention… He slides his hand up, feeling your hard cock throb under his touch. Your eyes roll back, fluttering closed as he gives you a small taste of what’s to come. Your labored breathing only increases from there.
And it drives him wild.
“Fuck, you sound so pretty.” He murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. “I love it when you need me. Makes me wanna do very unspeakable things to you, angel.” He adjusts his position, now grinding himself against you. “Would that be so bad?”
The moan you make gives him butterflies, but he’s not letting that show. “I’ll take that as a no.” he says, planting a kiss on your jaw. “Figured you wouldn’t mind. You trust me.” He bites his lip with a devious smirk. “Besides… you know how greedy I can be when I want something.”
“And right now…” he exhales slowly. “all I want is you.”
He pulls back slightly, knowing you’re on teetering on that edge. You whine, trying to press yourself against him once more. And he just chuckles lowly at your attempt. “So…” he says, stroking your cheek. “I’m gonna turn off the music, get you all settled into the sheets, and then…” He leans in close once more, whispering into your ear.
“I’m gonna show you just how greedy I’m feeling tonight.”
got one of my fave pieces of them (cr. bigbowbat) made into a standee , as a birthday gift for myself , and it arrived a lot sooner than i had expected! these goobers make me so happy <:-)
summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader
includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)
a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.
Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.
An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.
He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.
“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.
“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“
“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.
Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”
You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”
“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.
“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.
“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”
Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“
“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”
“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.
You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”
“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”
“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”
He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”
“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”
“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”
“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”
Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”
You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.
The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.
“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.
You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”
“Mom—“
You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.
“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”
You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.
“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“
“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.
He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”
“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“
“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”
You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.
The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.
Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.
ღ a/n: a special gift for my friend Cass over at the discord server~ thank you for the delicious idea. this is def a lil self-indulgent hehe
summary: Alastor's cannibalistic cravings go further than you initially thought. And he's gotten a particular appetite for you this time around.
ღ TAGS: no use of y/n, explicit fem anatomy descriptions, cunnilingus, menstrual oral, oral (fem receiving), scent kink, blood play, face sitting, courting rituals if you squint, scenting, primal habits (? kinda), Al mentions your fertility, explicit depiction of menstruation and ovulation, dubcon.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you~♡
The past two weeks have been hell, ironically. The days leading up to your monthly cycle are always annoying and uncomfortable, not only because of the hormonal imbalance and emotional instability but because of the physical symptoms. Starting with ovulation being a drag, walking around with the constant squelching wetness between your thighs for an entire week that makes you feel embarrassed, it’s ridiculous, it makes you feel like you’re in heat—like an animal. Every step makes you grimace, unable to look anyone in the eye. Let’s not even mention the various lusty, dirty, lewd impulsive thoughts that came with it, the carnal need to be filled; You’re more nervous than usual but despite that, you try to push yourself to be sociable around the hotel.
But you only come to regret it when you notice a certain Radio Demon hanging around you. Like, a lot. Alastor is already usually very cordial and gentlemanly toward you, that’s just who he is and you’ve never given him a reason not to be, however, as of a few days ago, Alastor had been hovering over your general area; often standing or sitting next to you, striking up conversations, teasing you more than usual. What caught you off guard the most were the little acts of service he did. Even offering to accompany you places so you didn’t have to go alone. It came off as protective… And in an odd way possessive. Also, he seemed irritated anytime anyone else grabbed your attention away from him, not very obviously or outwardly so, but noticeable enough because you were so used to watching his behavior you could pick up on it.
You also noticed fewer people approached you, especially if he was around or with you. It was definitely odd behavior from the radio host to be in constant contact with you. And being you’re currently struggling with your own “issues”, it’s annoying and unpleasant having Alastor following you around. Because the idea that anyone could possibly smell the blood on you made you feel gross, even if realistically that’s not very likely. But the worst of it was by far when your actual period started. It felt awkward, your hormones were ramped up to a thousand, peak horny but not being able to relief yourself and not wanting to deal with the mess.
To avoid Alastor you opt to stay locked up in your room, occasionally going down to the kitchen to get a snack or some proper food. And that seemed to work for a little, until he showed up at your door with the excuse that he hadn’t seen you around very much, and became a little worried for you. So here he is standing at your hotel door, “I appreciate the concern, Al, I really do but right now just isn’t a great time—” there’s a hurry in your voice as you try to press him away from the door frame, trying to close it or get him to take a hint but this is the Radio Demon you’re talking about.
“Dear, it’s my job to ensure the comfort and happiness of all hotel residents, including you” his smile grew more conspicuous, instead he used the close proximity to wrap and arm around your lower back to keep you trapped against him. His face inches closer to you, sharp eyes fixed on your blushed face. You tried to recoil away from him but he’s got you pressed chest to chest—well, your chest to his torso more like because he’s stupidly tall— and his entire expression darken. Like he had planned this, like you had fallen into a carefully laid out plan. Heat rose up further up your cheeks and spread through your entire body as you still squirmed in his arms.
“Alastor please, I’m not playing your games anymore. I-I really want to be alone right now,” you can’t help the stutter in your voice. His warmth is so inviting, the way you fit perfectly against him you want nothing more than to be wrapped up in him. In more ways than one, especially with that hand that’s gently thumbing your hip as a means to soothe you. The demon leans in closer still, small cracks of feedback become louder as his mouth graces the shell of your ear and you swear you’re losing your mind. Because as is, he’s putting minimal strength to keep you where you are, so your mind wonders what else he could do, how much more could he make you do if he really tried. It send a shiver down your spine at the thought of feeling those slender claws digging into your flesh—
“Are you sure that’s what you really want?” that velvety voice is enticing, it’s making your already fuzzy brain even more hazy. No, is the honest truth you want to give him. Yet, the last shred of reason nags at you to not let the horny thoughts win. However, that thin thread is about to snap with how insistent Alastor is being. “Let me help you with your… Little predicament, darling,” the lilt in his voice is playful, alluring. Your body goes stiff, though.
“What are you talking about?” you ask nervously. The deer chuckles pulling away and fixing his low-lidded eyes once again on yours, those ruby eyes that seem to look into the darkest depths of your soul with a single glance. You feel paralyzed both from fear and anticipation awaiting his answer.
His free hand comes up to your belly, oh-so gently rubbing the expand of your abdomen. It makes you shudder, your gaze falls down to his hands curious and oddly aroused by the gesture. He doesn’t answer immediately and even when he does it’s not direct. “Last week while going about the hotel as I usually do… I caught a scent I had never quite smelled before. Sweet yet tart. I had wondered for hours on end where it could have possibly come from and how it came and went,” He explained slowly, as slowly as his hand rubbed your abdomen in wide patterns, “Until I realized it came and went as you did. You, little one, have been driving me insane for d̸̞̖̹̎̃̉͊͛̾͗̊̍͘̚a̴̢̼͔̗̬͚̺̠͖̹͔͕͈̭̳͒y̴̧̻̹͙̰̭̽̔̄͂̑̂̈́̔̂̋̌̀́͝s̸̨̙̲̰̲̞̯̖̮̪͌́̽͂͝.”
His voice became much more grave and the radio filter intensified, both hands grabbing at your waist tightly, almost painfully. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs together feeling a warm liquid start to pool. In a panic you tried to snap out of his grasp but that only made him hold on tighter. Did his hands grow? but you don’t have time to wonder how his two hands encircled your entire waist because he’s lifting you up as if you weigh nothing but a couple of grapes, then your back is against something soft— your mattress you suppose— and Alastor with elongated antlers, his body bigger than he normally is and eyes turned to radio dials. You should be fucking scared shitless but seeing his demonic form makes your cunt clench around nothing. There’s no helping you really.
Tendrils sprout around your sheets to hold you where you lay, his large hands come to encircle your thighs spreading them. “Alastor wait! Wait a second!” your face is hot and bright red, “I’m— Oh Satan don’t make me say it,” tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Your mind is torn in half because dear unholy hell you needed relief, you haven’t been able to cum or touch there because of your messy little predicament but the shame of Alastor seeing the mess is too much.
Alastor laughs pushing your legs apart and further up nearly folding you in half, “Oh I know. I’m a cannibal, pretty girl, I can handle a little blood, now will you allow me to drink from you? You smell positively ripe for the taking,” Alastor presses his face against your still clothed pussy taking in the scent he’s been chasing for almost two weeks.
The action unconsciously made you moan, “Yes, yes fine!” your eyes squeezed tightly feeling entirely too shy and embarrassed to even look at him. His words made your heart skip a beat, this had to be the oddest form of cannibalism— Does it count?— you’ve ever seen, heard of or otherwise. For Alastor, that was all he needed. He’s now a one track minded being with nothing to stop his hunger until it is sated.
He quickly did away with your panties, but not before pressing the fabric against his nose one last time before disregarding it somewhere on the floor, your needy sex twitching for attention. It made you look away from him too many emotions bubbling inside you, it’s a little overwhelming how fast it’s happening and what is happening. It’s dawning on you that Alastor is asking to eat you out, to taste the blood—
Your thoughts are interrupted again but his tentacles lifting you up, Alastor had laid down at some point you hadn’t realized and you were being positioned right on top of his face. You tried to hover out of habit but Alastor wouldn’t let you, his radio voice crackled again, “Oh no, darling. Ỹ̵͇͕̕ō̸̪̟͐ȕ̸͇͎̆ ̶͈̃̂a̸̯̿r̶͓̈́̇e̴̱͑̓ ̵̡͈̿g̴̨͠ò̴̲͖ḯ̸̹n̶̢͚̈́͂g̷͇̎ ̷͖̅t̶̳͇̉̄ǫ̵̫̈́ ̵̮͚̋s̸̘͐͋i̴̜̓t̵̲͌̍,” using his hands he pushed you down on his waiting tongue and held you there as he didn’t hesitate to lap up your slightly bloodied folds.
“Alastor!” you whine loudly, again closing your eyes and even covering your face with both your hands. But you won’t deny how unbelievably good it felt, relieved you’d finally feel release and you couldn’t tell if it’s because someone else is touching you but your sensitivity felt like it had skyrocketed. Your whole body trembled, the tentacles around your waist and chest were doing all the holding up as well as keeping you in place. It’s a little horrifying to be eaten out like this but he’s licking at you like you’re the last drink in hell making you reel and throw your head back. Moans and mewls very soon filled the air and bounced off the walls along with soft sensual jazz that played just a little louder than your own voice. Just enough to mask them from being heard outside of the bedroom.
As Alastor sucked and lapped at your clit, tentacles press harder into your lower abdomen to coax out your sweet fluids enjoying the various noises and the ones you struggled to keep in, “What a shy flower you are, but be a good girl and let me enjoy you,” he cooed at you, his long tongue licking up and down your slightly then teasing your entrance before plunging it deep into your hole. Your eyes widen at the feeling once again squirming and hips bucking, it’s an odd sensations having his long, flexible muscle so deep inside. You could feel the tip reaching your cervix and not leaving a single part of you unexplored. Mind numbing pleasure of your orgasm building up made your ears ring and you knew you wouldn’t last. But Alastor didn’t seem to mind or even care about your impending orgasm because he didn’t slow down his strides. Mouthful after mouthful of your blood dripped down his tongue and into his mouth he groaned in delight at the taste.
“Darling, I’m not doing this entirely for your pleasure. I’m glad to you grant you some release, do cum as many times as you’d like by all means,” he informs from between suck and licks, “But I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill,” he growled and went right back to his task. You gasped feeling his teeth grace your soft folds, making you keen and clench around his tongue. You felt his smile widen against you, he did it again. And again and again, his teeth probably nicked you a few times but you at that point didn’t mind, your orgasm is just over the horizon and the pain mixed with the immense pleasure only had your back arching against his tendrils that still held you up. Even your hands came to tangle in his hair and antlers holding on tightly feeling that coil in your abdomen about to snap.
And suddenly with a particular rub of his tongue against the little bundle of nerves inside you, your orgasm crashed over you like a ton of bricks. It was so strong it caused goosebumps to rise across your entire body and scream out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Alastor groan some curses under his breath as you tug his hair when you cum, sucking feverishly to catch every last drop of your release and bloody. It’s dripping down his chin at this point but he can worry about the bloody mess later. He isn’t even near done with you yet. Your reaction to his administrations and the delectable smell wafting off you in waves now that you’ve finally came are making him even more ravenous than when he first shoved his face between your legs.
“I’m going to drink you dry, my darling. Give me everything, pet.”
ღ a/n: it took me days to be satisfied with this one akdkskald but i had so much fun writing it. so thank you cass <33
