File #3: The Foot Fic.

file #3: the foot fic.

part of the FREAK SHIT MARCH evidence packet.

pairing: yandere!nanami kento x reader (jjk)

length: 2.1k.

warning: non/con, fem!reader, oral sex (f. receiving), foot jobs, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of kidnapping, unbalanced power dynamics, and cannot mention it enough: feet.

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up here.

Which was to say, you weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up in this position, not this physical location – the small kitchen of Nanami’s up-until-recently neglected apartment, back pressed against the rounded edge of a pristine marble countertop and hands clasped so tightly in front of you that your knuckles were beginning to turn white. That, you could explain in fifteen words or less: Psychotic Ex-Boyfriend Kidnaps Overly Trusting Partner To Roleplay Repressed Domestic Fantasies, with further elaboration possible if you ever got the chance to talk to anyone who wasn’t currently holding you hostage. That, as much as you hated it, was normal. You knew why you were here.

It was much less normal to have Nanami on one knee in front of you, head bowed and one of your feet sitting in the palm of his hand. You hadn’t decided whether it was good abnormal or bad abnormal, yet, but still – not normal.

It must’ve been a rough day. He always looked tired when he got home, but tonight, he seemed exhausted – blond hair in a state of styled disarray, tie gone and shirt already partially unbuttoned, the circles under his eyes just a shade darker than they had been that morning. There was a cut on his cheek, too, and a tear along the wrist of his sleeve. Usually, he would’ve tried to get you to fuss over the damage, to trade privileges like a few minutes of T.V. and the latest news about your friends and family and not being handcuffed to his bed whenever he couldn’t watch you himself for sex and domestic labor and the faux-reciprocation of his obsession, but you hadn’t been able to say anything, let alone do anything before he’d fallen into his current position at your feet, his cheek resting gingerly against the inside of your thigh and his pale face slightly pink. He hadn’t said anything, either. You were starting to think he never would.

Unable to find an explanation written on the back of his head, you turned your attention to yourself. You’d been thinking about what you were going to make for dinner when he got home, because cooking meant he had to trust you with something more dangerous than a plastic spoon and you couldn’t go back to not being able to hold your own toothbrush, even if that meant having to trip over yourself to play housewife with your captor. You were dressed for housework, but that didn’t mean much. Nanami picked out all of your clothes, and he liked you in soft, pastel silk gowns and cutesy, garish vintage dresses. Your current dress was far from overly provocative – the neckline above your collarbones, the skirt falling to your knees. He’d seen you in it before, too, and never had this reaction.

The only new factor was your socks, but that would’ve been ridiculous. It was a new pair – a far cry from the thigh-highs and nylon stockings he usually bought for you. The material was thick and white and cottony, only ankle-high with ribbed hems and a lace trip. He was cupping the arch of your foot, his hand slotted in the tender space between the heel and the upper sole, and the plush fabric rubbed uncomfortably against your skin as he shifted his hold ever so slightly downward. More out of reflex than anything, you jerked back, your toes curling downward as you tried to weakly pull yourself out of his hold, and as if pulled out a trance, Nanami snapped up at you, tired eyes weary and lips slightly parted. Your eyes met his, and for a second, it was all you could do to stay still, to stay quiet, to not yell or scream or thrash until finally, Nanami’s weary expression broke into a slight grin, an airy laugh trickling past his lips as his stare fell back to your foot. “They’re… cute,” he started, slowly, nuzzling his cheek gingerly against your thigh. “I knew they would be, but—” A pause, a kiss to the tender patch just above your knee. “—you always manage to surprise me.”

You managed to smile shakily. “Sorry, Kento, I didn’t mean to distract you. Why don’t you sit somewhere a little more comfortable? I can start on—”

“In a minute.” Another hand was brought up and wrapped around your ankle, just above the lace trim of your sock. His forehead settled against your thigh as he lifted your foot gently and with an almost painful sort of delicacy, pressed the sole of your foot into the bulging tent in his pants that you’d been trying so hard to ignore. You felt his lazy grin press into your skin, and something cracked open in your chest.

This time, you couldn’t stifle your immediate reaction; lurching back, your hands finding the edge of the counter as you tried to pull away from him. It took nothing for him to keep you in place, though, and even worse – the ball of your heel pressed into his shaft as you tried to get away, rolling against his cock with a little too much force and drawing a low grunt from the base of Nanami’s throat. Instantly, you regretted moving at all. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

 “Again.”

You fell silent. His head lulled forward, pressing into your thigh, and somehow, you managed to spit something out. “…I’m sorry, Kento?”

“Again, angel, please,” he muttered, his eyes falling shut. You didn’t move, but he didn’t need you to – his hips jutting forward, grinding stiltedly against the sole of your foot. Any vague illusion of wholesomeness was forgotten entirely as he fell onto his knees, unabashedly rutting against your leg with all the shame and all the pride of a stray animal, desperate for its twisted idea of affection. You made a half-hearted attempt to distract yourself, to focus on the white tiles of his kitchen (not quite dirty, but not as clean as they could be, either – you’d have to do the floors tomorrow), then the far wall (there was a layer of dust along the edge of the light switch fame – you could take care of that later on tonight), but it would’ve been impossible not to think about the wet, hot breath fanning over your thigh, the stiff cock throbbing against your foot. You thought would’ve gotten used to his—uh, his unwanted attention by now, gone numb to the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his fingers on your clit, but this was a type of fresh humiliation you weren’t familiar with, the kind of unthinkable debasement that made your face heat-up and your thought spiral down, down, down. When your paralysis persisted, Nanami grit his teeth, rocked your foot against the length of his cock without ever letting his hips stop moving – like he was trying to fuck a hole through your heel. It was a rough, jagged motion; almost clumsy, despite the fact that you’d never seen him so much as trip. It might’ve left you off-balance, if you hadn’t been holding onto the counter so tightly. You might’ve fallen, if you thought that you would be enough to make him stop.

You shut your eyes, forcing yourself to suck in a shuddering breath, but that was a mistake – showing any kind of weakness was a mistake. You felt one of his groping hands on your upper thigh, then your ass, finally finding the thin, flimsy material of your panties and pulling. There was no elegant way to strip you down, so he didn’t try to be elegant. There was a harsh tearing sound, the feeling of blunt nails scraping against unprotected skin, and then, scraps of ruined material were scattered on the floor at your feet, the skirt of your dress pushed up to your waist as he forced his face between your legs, mouth already open and tongue already lapping over your cunt.

It was a bad position; the distance too far, the angle too sharp, everything about strained and awkward and unnecessary, but Nanami didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem to care. His tongue ran over the length of your slit before he latched onto your clit and sucked. Instantly, it was too much – a strangled cry tearing past your lips as you buckled into yourself, your knees nearly giving out as another reverberating moan sent pangs of something sharp and electric stabbing into your core. Against your better judgement, your hands shot from the counter to his hair, your fingers soon knotted in a mess of blonde in a futile attempt to pry him away from you. He only melted into your hostile touch, one of his hands remaining on your ankle while the other found your hip, keeping you still and pliable as his attention dipped lower, the flat of his tongue pushing broad patterns into your entrance as the bridge of his nose ground lazily against your clit. “Love you,” he mumbled, his voice little more than a throaty, ragged murmur – almost too deep to be audible and constantly interrupted by the sound of your slick on his lips, on his tongue. You wished he wouldn’t talk. You wished he wouldn’t pretend to love you. You wished he wouldn’t force you to do the same. “You’re so—so pretty, and so perfect, and—”

A guttural moan cut him off, and his attention shifted, his head lulling back just far enough to stare up at you with eyes so soft and so tender, you could almost forget he was humping your leg like a bitch in heat. You were suddenly aware of your own distraught expression – all grit teeth and misty eyes, misery and pleasure flooding through your veins in tandem. You wanted to ask him not to look at you. You needed to ask him to stop, but—

You felt a frigid ache in your left wrist – the wrist he’d kept shackled to the bedpost for the first three weeks of your kidnapping. You tried to open your mouth, but your tongue was deathly dry, your throat stuffed with cotton, the feeling not entirely unsimilar to the residue left behind by the velvet gags he used to shove in your mouth when you didn’t want to lay there and let him break you. You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything as he let out a final, primal groan – as you felt something thick and hot soak through the fabric of his dress pants and into your ridiculous, childish socks. He whined into your cunt, fingers burrowing into your waist as he dragged you that much closer to his mouth. His tongue fucked shallowly into your cunt, and a whine caught in your throat as your vision burnt white, as you came unwillingly on his tongue.

You couldn’t do it, anymore. With his hand still on your hip, his cum still searing into the sole of your foot, you collapsed. Nanami caught you before you hit the ground, and you hated him for it. You wished he’d let you crumble to the tile floor, wished he’d just watch and laugh as you curled into a ball and stayed there for the rest of the night, the rest of the week. You wished he’d—

Oh, god, you’d made yourself cry. Nanami let out a breathy chuckle as you sniffled and tried not to wail, kissing your tear-stained cheeks with a gentleness you couldn’t seem to link to the man who’d just cum to a pair of socks. “It’s alright, angel. You can let it out.” Another kiss, this one to your forehead. “Too much?”

You nodded, burying your face in his shoulder. You felt his arms wrap around you, keeping your body pressed into his chest as he pushed himself to his feet. There were a few seconds of quiet, unthinking solace before he lowered you onto your shared bed – a pair of shackles still hanging, unlocked and waiting, from the headboard. Immediately, you scrambled for the nearest pillow, burying your face in the plush material and sobbing openly. Nanami’s comfort came in the form of a wry grin, a pair of hands on your hips, turning you onto your stomach and starting on the buttons of your dress.

As he settled between your legs, his calloused fingertips skirting over your bare skin, you couldn’t help but wonder if the shackles had really been so bad.

nii-chan series! gojo satoru x fem!reader tw dark content, non-con, gojo-nii being manipulative, pseudocest, penetrative virgin reader, spitting in the end

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- niichan series! gojo satoru

everyone always say satoru is just going to abandon you, he's a child trapped in an adult body, he couldn't take care of you.

but you know your older brother well better than everyone else. you know who to run to when you had a bad day in school, the one who's willing to run to store late night to get you last minute art supply, to cook and to cloth you; satoru has been nothing but a good brother, despite being related nothing by the paper signed by him.

he made sure to sent you to proper college, had proper apartment (which he always crashes by) and a credit card with his name embossed on for you to spend. all under one condition, you need to listen to every single word he said. and that's all you did.

when toru-nii said "you need straight As," you'll bent your back backward, staying up and scoring your exam and got yourself into university of tokyo. satoru got the bragging rights to your smart brain. and when toru-nii said, "no changing your hair style and dyeing your hair," you took it to heart when you keep your boring old style while you watched your friends switched colours every month only for you to say no when they offered too. "nii-chan might get angry," you said sheepishly as you offered to help with theirs instead.

but when toru-ni said, "no boyfriend until i said so," it was kinda hard for you to oblige when you've been eyeing this boy in your class for so long. it was hard to ignore his pretty blue eyes and spiky black hair, he has the mysterious charm to him but every time he smiled at you you felt tingles all over you. he walked his two dogs around your neighborhood and made sure to call you when he passed by so you could pet his two huskies.

the first time toru-nii caught you with him, he let it off. you knew him well, he'll sulk and throw his bitch fit but still crawl into your bed at night to apologize, pulling you in his arms before gently kissing your forehead. "he's a friend, toru-nii. i promise," you were honest about that as you nuzzled into his neck, his arms tight around you.

so you sneaked around. making out in the university's library before your last class of the day, the sneaky "my brother's away on business trip" so he could stay in the weekend. you haven't done anything yet, you toyed around, feeling him in your mouth, he went down on you, but you never get enough time to move into more serious thing.

you touched yourself to the mental image of him but always toru-nii will end up creeping in your mind. what annoys you wasn't his stupid face replacing your sweet crush, it was the fact that it only fueled you harder as you circled your clit harder, imagining his rough palm on your tits as you bit down on your lips as your orgasm approached. you got all warm up harder around toru-nii now, he seems to catch that. his hand lingers on your waist more, his kisses got closer to your lips and he spend more nights in your bed longer than his own.

"i'll cook dinner tonight, don't be late."

his voice startled you from what you were doing in the bathroom. you snapped out of your mind, mentally beating yourself as you threw toru-nii's shirt across the room that you've been holding under your nose. you pushed your hair away from your face, focusing on getting ready. reaching for your cologne only to notice his own sitting uncapped. it couldn't be so wrong, he has a lot of perfume laying around as you spritzed a couple along your neck and clothes. toru-nii smells so attractive, you like the way the scent lingered on you.

"i have one class only, i won't be late," you grabbed your stuff and ran pass him. you backtracked, stealing the toast from his hand before running out. satoru stood there, completely mesmerized. was that my cologne she's wearing?

you spend your day with the boy you liked, he recognized your cologne as something so different but he likes it. you stayed back, completely forgot your promise to toru-nii as you hung out at the nearby coffee place. it was until he offered to walk you home when you realised you were late. "shit, shit, shit, he's going to be so angry," you panicked as you shove everything in your bag.

the black haired boy chuckled nervously, "why? you don't have another boyfriend waiting for you is it?" he followed you around, insisting to walk you home. "you don't understand, toru-" you startled, glued to the ground as you stood feet away from toru-nii. you could already see the disappointed look on his face, but it worsened when you felt the boy's hand on your waist.

"should i walk you home?" he asked and you shook your head, eyes glued to your big brother. you could heart your heart beating rapidly against your chest. you've only seen toru-nii angry once and it was years ago. toru-nii is mean when he's mad. "m-my brother's here," you shrugged off his hand and smiled nervously, "i have to go." you rushed towards your big brother, ignoring his sharp glance as you rushed immediately to his car.

satoru doesn't understand what you see in this boy. he knows the kind of boy he is, what he wants with his little sister is nothing but what's underneath your clothes. with his hands shoved in his pocket, glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, he shot the boy a smile before walking away. not before giving him a warning to stay away from you. "he's just a friend," you repeated that sentence a million time but toru-nii no longer believes in that. you could see his jaws tensing as his feet pressed harder on the pedal. he's ignoring you again.

you sunk into your seat, eyes glancing out. you felt his hand resting on yours, lacing it together before bringing it up to his nose. his cologne is gone. he let go of your hand and focused on driving as silence overwhelmed you. like a little kid, you followed him up to your apartment when you arrived. toru-nii had never been this angry before.

"get in," he muttered, unlocking the door. you glanced at him, not wanting to anger him more as you stomped your feet inside. tossing your shoes aside, hanging your coat, it didn't take long for you to be pushed against the wall. he pinned you against the wall, hands around you neck with another beside your head.

"all you have to do is listen to what i say. have i not done enough for you?"

"nii-chan," you whined as his grip tightened.

"i raised you, supported you and all i asked is just a small favour. prancing around with boys like that like a little slut, are you even a virgin?" he hissed as he unbuttoned your jeans. "i am!" you cried, fingers dug in his forearm as his fingers caught your clit. he found it amusing the way your body tensed up as his fingers slowly moved against your bundle of nerve. but then realization dawned on him; you've done this before. "he touched you, didn't he?" he asked, too calmly for your liking. you shook your head, denying it but it was clear in your eyes. his hand around your throat tightened.

"don't lie to me, y/n," he muttered, face so close to yours, you could feel his heavy breathing.

"we didn't do anything, we didn't fuck, i'm a grown woman, you can't police me on whether i can touch myself or not."

he scoffed, "so you touched yourself to him huh?"

"it's none of your business!" you hissed, slamming your fist on his chest. pulling his hand out, he dragged you by the neck before tossing you on the bed. you coughed as you struggled to catch a breath, but toru-nii didn't have time to wait. "as long as you're under my roof, living off my money, it's my goddamn business, y/n-chan," he gave a mirthless laugh as he pulled you by your ankle. grabbing you by the neck, he pulled you closer, "did you think about him when you touched yourself?" he whispered, eyes nothing but delirious and anger.

you shook your head, tears spilling on the corner, "i promise, it's not him, okay, it's you, it's you i promise i think about you." his eyes softened a little as you reassured him. tossing you back on the bed, he climbed on you, his eyes lingered before he leaned forward, his lips brushed so gently against your lips. you both know it's wrong, but why does it felt so good? his kiss came off needier than you as your fingers intertwined.

your clothes came off so easily and it felt odd as toru-nii's eyes lingered all over your bare body. he won't let your arms over your bare chest, your hands pinned above your head. he wanted to see all of you. his own clothes came off next and it was just like you imagined. you couldn't help but to press your thighs together when his cock sprung out. running the tip over your glistening slit, before slowly pumping himself, enjoying the way your hole spasming over a single touch is throwing him off the edge.

"nii-chan," a soft fuck escaped his lips with the way you're mewling for him. snaking hand underneath your thigh, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. "did he touch you?" he asked as he traced his cock along your slit. he loved the way your moan escaped your lips every time the tip caught on your clit. he could feel your legs trembling.

"n-no, he touched my clit that's all."

"tsk, tsk, he should've known better to not touch what's mine," satoru voiced his dissatisfaction as his thumb replaced his cock. you sounded so pretty, eyes rolled back as he kept a steady pace on your clit. your droopy eyes, your hand around his wrist as he edged you so easily to your orgasm. "toru," you whined, heels buried into the bed as you struggled to squirm away. he wasn't stopping, he wanted to cleanse you of other men's touch. your body belonged to him, he's going to make sure you know it tonight.

you were delirious, back arching as your stomach tightened, mix of moans and his name repeated on your tongue as he felt the throbbing of your clit, you came. he didn't stop, until you begged him too, not used to being overly stimulated. but toru-nii could change that. he slipped two fingers in, satisfied with the tightness of your cunt clenching on his fingers. the white remains of your orgasm drooled out with every pump of his fingers.

"so tight, baby, don't worry, nii-chan is gonna make you nice and loose," he cooed gently, pressing his lips against your thigh, "i don't want to hurt you." his breath felt warm against your loins, one sly lick of his tongue on your clit send you jumping. "toruu! w-wait, no,no-" you whined, but he paid your pleas no attention as his lips suckled gently on your sensitive clit. you never felt like this before, it all felt so new to you. you never went for second after you're done, and toru-nii hasn't even put himself in. your loud pleas and moans echoed the room as he pinned you down, tongue tracing and prodding.

"you'll come again, i want to taste you so badly," he cooed, lapping faster on your clit. the fingers and tongue switched when he felt your jerking legs, he wants to feel your sweetness on his tongue as you came. your hand half kneaded, half pushing his head away. you felt like you could break when his tongue fucked you faster.

"nii-chan, please please, i can't, too much too much," you begged, his speed didn't decrease or faltered at all. your grip to the sheet where whitening as satoru managed to coaxed out your second orgasm. your face warmed up from the loud lewd slurping of your big brother.

"fuck, you tasted so sweet," he made sure you'll see as he licked his fingers full of you clean before hovering over you, "you see, this is why you don't go around prancing with other boys. they'll only hurt you."

his lips traced kisses all over your belly and breasts. he kissed your collarbone and neck before tracing his tongue along the column of your neck, "nii-chan can't let that happen, i can't let them hurt my little sister," you gasped as you felt his tip prodded your clenching hole. he held you down firmer, shushing as his lips moved from your jaw to your burning ear. "niisan will make you feel so good you only need me in your life okay? remember when you promised me forever?" he kissed the shell of your ear, "well i'm claiming it tonight." his hand clasped over your lips as his cock split your virgin cunt apart.

your screams muffled, eyes so glossy from the pain and pleasure with your toes curling into the sheet. satoru hushed you repeatedly, caressing your side gently as he promised it'll be alright. other men would've ravished you immediately after knowing you're virgin, but not your brother. he didn't move immediately, focusing on letting your cunt swallowing him whole. he felt a little resistance from your cervix, annoyed that he couldn't fit in you whole. he sat on his knees, your hips hoisted up onto his thigh.

"toruu," you cried, "s'full." you're right, he could see the prodding of his tips on your lower belly and he's obsessed with the way it look.

he wants to be in you forever. his thumb gently circled your clit, relax rolled off his tongue repetitively. you were clenching so hard around his length, he didn't want to have to fuck you hard, toru-nii didn't want to hurt you. his hand on your thigh, gently caressing it left a trail of burning along your skin. "m-more, please," you whimpered meekly, your hands curled against your chest.

he loves the way you got all choked up when he first moved. every thrust punching air out of your chest he had to remind you to breath. he was getting as delirious as you with your cunt swallowing his cock so good. his hands tightened around your waist, you could feel the bruises forming but you couldn't give a fuck. you just want him to keep going and going.

"niisan! s'good, more," you could barely string up words, something he found so cute. "so dumb for your big brother's cock, huh?" his hand moved to grab one your tits, roughly squeezing it as he picked up his speed. he could take more time with you later, you're his after all. satoru just wanted to fill your cunt with his seeds and watched your cunt struggled to keep it all in. all these idea of breeding you had his cock twitching. he pressed his hand on your throat, focusing your dreamy eyes on him.

"you're so good to me," he pressed a kiss on your trembling lips, "so so so good, what do i do with good imouto like you?" his thumb slipped into your mouth. a quiet fuck escaped his lips as you sucked on the thumb slowly. "god, you're so perfect, you'll let me fill you up so good right?" you nodded eagerly, releasing his thumb with a pop.

"please fill me up, niisan, please, please."

how could satoru say to to that pretty pleading face?

he focused on his thrust, it was getting sloppier now. your arousal leaked out with every thrust, pooling underneath the bed with strings connecting his pelvic to yours. your legs draped over his, his hands holding on to your thighs to steady himself. he's so close, he's about to cum. he rolled his eyes back to the sound of your desperate whine telling him you're about to cum and the loud echo of the clapping of your skin together. satoru was about to be overstimulated as you. but it will all be worthy.

like a responsible big brother, he made you cum first. milking out your third orgasm, you were almost gone, drowsy from pleasure. your cunt were spasming around him but he wanted you wide awake. he wanted you to see how he filled you up. it was as if your body was trained to relax when his fingers wrapped around your neck. "nii-chan is so close, i'm going to fill you up good okay, baby?" you gasped as the hand tightened.

like a good little sister, you begged. tongue lolling out, drools all over your chin and cheeks kind of beg. niisan, fill me up, please you make me feel so good, no one makes me feel better than you, toruu-niii, please cum in me.

it didn't take satoru long before his own body tensed up, his speed faltered as loud cuss escaped his lips. ropes after ropes of his thick warmth spurted all over your wall. you thought his cock on you felt good, but the spasming of his cock as he filled you up felt even better. your big brother looks so good undone, chest glistened in sweat as he heaved, his white hair sticking to his forehead with only the white of his eyes visible.

it took him awhile to come to his senses, cock still buried in you as he leaned forward to kiss you on your forehead, "such a good girl for me. you're ruined, no other boys will want you anymore. you're only good for your big brother, understand?" his fingers underneath your chin. you nodded. he cupped your jaws, prying it opened and you watched excitingly as spit dripped down from his mouth on your tongue. you swallowed like a good girl he praised you to be.

"nii-chan loves you so much okay? you don't need any other boys, nii-chan is here for your forever."

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Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

~

Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

~

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

~

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

Can I please request Alastor and reader having a sleepover because of flooding in the hotel which made most rooms in the hotel out of service including Alastor's and Alastor chooses to stay at reader room because ✨romance✨ Oh and can I be ☀️ anon ( I'm the person who made first request.)

I love your writing so much!!!

hii again!!! thank you so much for the request ☀️! i love when anons give themselves names its actually so fun (,:

A Dry Bed

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It’s nothing new when a violent demon shows up at the doorsteps to the Hazbin Hotel–Charlie’s idea wasn’t a popular one, except to a very niche market of demons. Many came just to cause havoc and make life harder for the already strained employees of the hotel.

This was new, though, you mused to yourself briefly as a fish-headed demon ripped open the door, the hinges squealing in protest. Bubbles of water floated around his body, strings of a magic aura keeping them attached to his form; there was a large one encasing his head like a helmet, making his already fish-eyed features more… well… fish-eyed and distorted.

Most demons weren’t manifested in hell bearing any sort of noticeable power other than sometimes having a decent “full” demon form. So, seeing this fish rearing a set of magical balls of water for attack, for no real reason in particular and with a glint of mania in his eyes, quickly put everybody to their feet and in action. 

Alastor was out doing god-knows-what, otherwise this would’ve been over in an instant. The other demons in the hotel were incredibly strong in their own right, but it was undeniable that the power imbalance was… huge. And the immediate chaos that ensued likely would’ve been prevented.

The fish barely hesitated after nearly breaking the front doors, immediately detaching his balls of water and hurling them in every direction. Bottles of booze were shattering, hanging pictures were tumbling, and wooden legs of furniture snapped. 

Of course, it was over nearly as soon as it started. With a movement so fast you could hardly watch, Vaggie had the fish pinned down, her foot pressed against his neck and spear pointed at one of his bulging eyes. Her eyes were narrowed so hard, her lips so twisted in a scowl, you could practically see the fire of her anger.

“Vaggie, hey, hey, hey,” Charlie quickly rattled out, pressing her hands against her girlfriend’s arm and gently ushering away the spear. Vaggie refused to release the demon, who was gurgling some nonsense in his bubble of a helmet. Charlie nudged at her leg that was pinning the demon down. “C’mon. No killing. You know the rules.”

“Charlie, this guy literally came in with intent to kill! Stop treating him like he wants to be in the hotel.” “I know! But… just…” Charlie thought for a moment.

The fish headed demon started thrashing around, but Vaggie’s strong leg kept him down. He was growing desperate, you could tell, and a magic aura seemed to flicker around him as he fought for his freedom.

Charlie opened her mouth again, likely to coerce Vaggie to let the guy go, but was interrupted by a loud, squealing groan from every direction. You frowned and leaned your ear against the wall, where it seemed the loudest. The sound of screaming pipes and popping bolts made you clench your jaw and whip your arms over your head, right in time for the walls to start bursting with dangerously high pressure water.

Vaggie turned a glare to Charlie and spread her arms in a “you see?” motion. She briefly raised her leg, only to slam it back down on the fish’s head. His protective bubble popped, and he was knocked out cold. 

Easily enough, the pressure immediately began to release after the culprit had been knocked out, but the pipes wouldn’t magically fix themselves. Charlie was running back and forth, trying desperately to survey the damage to her hotel. Footsteps came thudding down the stairs and a spindly pink demon came flying down.

“Hey, what the fuck is- fuck!” Angel Dust’s curse-filled rant was interrupted as he tripped head first into the steadily increasing pool of water, not expecting his foot to get dragged behind him by said water. With a moment of confused thrashing he stood back up and shook water from his now drenched hair.

“Guys, a little help?” Charlie snapped, unintentionally raising her voice at the three of you. “I don’t know what to do, but just-! Something!”

Niffty was quick to arrive after Angel, announcing herself with a shrill cry at the state of things. She immediately went to work, practically flying this way and that with a little hammer and nails. You wondered if she could just materialize that at will.

After finally ebbing the flow at the lobby, you looked at the stairs to the next floor. A steady stream of water made a shock of cold run down your neck.

“Guys…” You pointed at the base of the stairs and drew a line with your finger, following the trail of water.

Charlie choked out a short cry, and Niffty didn’t hesitate before barreling between your legs and up the steps.

“Oh! My,” A shocked voice called from the entrance. A prickling of static covered your skin, and tension immediately left your shoulders. With him here, this would go a lot faster. You turned your head to look at the Radio Demon, who was now delicately stepping through the layer of water that was now creeping out the open lobby doors.

“This seems like a dream of a little orphan from the Dirty Thirties, I do think,” Alastor joked, mouth ajar and eyes shut in a sinister laugh at his humor. His staticy ambience changed to a personal laugh track following his statement. His cane was held up carefully on his elbow as he surveyed the scene.

“No, this won’t do! Not at all, what a dreadful sight for new patrons,” As his hand rose and a crackling of loud static filled the room, you heard the noise of metal bending and snapping as he magically forced them back into place. Even with all the pipes fixed, the water remained. You guessed it was up to the rest of you to deal with that part.

“Thank you soooo much, Al,” Charlie had her hands clasped and shaking in front of her as she continued to spew thanks at him for the help. She stopped and looked around. There was still a huge mess. And there was still a lot of water.

The lot of you had spent the next few hours desperately trying to scoop, dump, scoop again, dump again, all the water out, but it seemed neverending. Husk had showed up at some point, went on a furious rant about his collection of now-smashed bottles, and had been cradling the remaining one ever since.

Charlie had given everybody a verbal pat on the back, and called it a night. “We can get back to it in the morning.” She said this, but you had a feeling she would remain up trying her best to fix the mess. Alastor had excused himself some time ago, saying something about his broadcasts and his papers. Since then, your thoughts have been filled with aggravation from his lack of aid. Yes, he had fixed the pipes, but the water. 

You gave a light smile to Charlie, half in thanks and half in apology, before heading up to your room. Your jaw was clenched with anticipation for what your room might look like. You could already visualize the damp curtains, the dripping bed, the mildewy air… And your clothes were surely ruined. You’d have to buy something to wear while you washed everything you owned. You sighed at the thought.

You took a breath before pushing the door open. And, when you looked inside, it was… completely dry.

“What the hell.” You deadpanned, eyes scanning the entire room. Surely there was at least a puddle of water somewhere. The water had affected every level, and although you did live on one of the higher floors you still couldn’t understand how your room managed to escape the flood.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you, making quick work of your drenched clothes and changing into something dry. You fell face first into your pillows. Your eyes were so, so heavy.

A few seconds passed before a knock interrupted the sleep that had been creeping over your body. You heard the faint warbling of radio frequency, and felt both nervousness and anger at the thought of seeing Alastor.

You rolled off the bed and stomped your way over to the floor, flinging it open and glaring up at him. He simply smiled back down at you, his head tilted questioningly as if he had no clue why you were in such a mood.

His eyes broke from yours and he peered into your room. With a pleased glint in his eye, he brushed past you. You wanted to say something about his intrusion, but you knew it would be useless. So you just followed him in.

“Lucky you!” He said. “I took it upon myself to look into all the rooms, and yours is the only one that is still in such a shape.” You watched as he examined the contents of your room, grabbing up a decoration here and there to look it over before setting it back down.

He sighed, eyes closing as his wide smile closed into a meager grin. “Unsurprisingly that little bayou of mine flooded much worse than everywhere else. As much as it reminds me of home, even I’m not one to sleep in the marsh.” He laughed a little.

Does this guy even sleep, you wondered. You had seen his room once before, and envisioned that marsh in the corner of his room completely overrunning the rest. 

“Uh,” You toed the carpet and pursed your lips. You were still a little upset with him, but the idea of him going through the painstaking process of looking through every room in the hotel made it more reasonable for him to disappear earlier. “I mean, you could… stay with me. Tonight. Just tonight. Everything should be fine tomorrow, but I don’t want you without a bed. You know.” You rambled.

You and Alastor had gotten close over the past year, a little closer than he was with anybody else, but you avoided thinking too hard about your relationship. You worried that overthinking would cause you to accidentally overstep a boundary and you would lose the progress you’ve built getting to know him. You were worried about doing just that even as the offer tumbled from your mouth.

You watched as his teeth began to peek through his lips as his smile widened. There was something in his expression that you couldn’t quite place. Pride, maybe? Accomplishment? You weren’t sure. You didn’t have much time to consider it before his smile composed and he remained unreadable.

“How bold of you,” His voice cooed, the static that surrounded him buzzing louder as his face got closer to you. You swallowed back a lump that had formed at the proximity. “Inviting a man into your room. It’s rather unbecoming of a lady like yourself.”

“I-” Your face grew hot.

“I’m joking!” He interrupted you, leaning himself away and back in a laugh. He waved his hand at you while you frowned. You hated the way he lived off of teasing and embarrassing.

“Okay, nevermind then!” You folded your arms and stuck your nose to the side and in the air. His laughter paused and he looked back down at you. Heat still burned on your cheeks and ears.

He examined you for an uncomfortably long period of time. You had your eyes squeezed shut and you upheld your attitude in the silence for as long as you could before the prickling of radio static on your skin became too uncomfortable. You peeked open one eye to look, and immediately got nervous.

He was just standing there. Just staring with his sinister red eyes. It didn’t help that he was quite taller than you. Looming and staring. Probably the worst combination, especially with that buzzing of his.

You felt like an open book, way too vulnerable under his gaze. You lowered your head to look at nothing in particular by your feet.

“So… yes or no…” You said, taking back your earlier statement. “You can have the bed, of course. I’ll just… find a blanket for the floor or something.” If there’s anything dry, you added to yourself.

His expression broke from concentration, lifting immediately into a gleeful, toothy grin. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you to the bed.

“Won’t be necessary!” He cheered. He pulled at the covers and pushed you down gently. Or, well, gently by Alastor’s standards. You still bounced upon impact. You sat there, a bit dazed with confusion as you watched him cross to the other side of the room and tuck himself under the same sheets. 

“Alastor- Hey, really, I don’t mind-” He put a finger up to your lips, dramatically shutting you up. You decided to listen.

“What’s a sleepover between two close friends!” He said gleefully. You couldn’t help but let the term ‘friends’ echo in your mind as you fiddled with your thumbs.

Silence filled the room again, but after a while it became more comfortable than awkward. The sound of radio frequencies had died down a little. You refused to look at him. The clock ticked faintly in the corner.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt clawed fingers grab into your shoulder and pull you closer to the Radio Demon. You aided the movement by using your hands to scoot towards him.

Again, you had become close with him over the year, but you never took too long to consider just what you were. You always waited for him to make any move, because otherwise he might completely reject you. So, when he made the decision to bring you closer, you happily obliged, albeit a little anxiously.

You gingerly put your head against his chest, listening to the thrum of his heart. Or what might be a heart. Who knows. You held in a laugh when you realized that even that had some sort of radio-like sound to it. Nonetheless, it did help lull you out of any nerves you had being so close and intimate to Alastor.

You lifted yourself off of him with an elbow and looked at him. He was already looking at you, unsurprisingly, so your eyes met his. They were glowing a little, you noticed.

His face still had a grin, but it was light. And comfortable. His eyebrows were relaxed as he just watched you. 

Your heart was beating uncomfortably fast, and you were embarrassed to think that he might be able to feel it with how close your chest was to his.

If he did, he made no indication of it. He just kept looking at you with the strangest expression you’ve ever seen on him. It was gentle. His words from earlier played in your mind again; when he called you and him ‘friends.’

Did ‘friends’ look at each other like this?

Did ‘friends’ inch closer to each other as they stared into the others’ eyes, bodies flush against one another and legs beginning to tangle?

Your jaw clenched and unclenched as you neared him, and you frantically examined him for even the smallest hint of wanting you to stop. You swore he was leaning in too, though.

You felt his breath brush against your nose. Your heart was practically clawing itself out of your ribs and the elbow you had propped yourself up on grew wobbly with nerves. When Alastor’s eyes began to shut, ever so slowly, you followed suit.

And, for an incredibly brief moment, your lips touched his. One, two, maybe three seconds passed before he pulled away from you. You opened your eyes to watch his expression grow a bit puzzled. His smile was tight, and his brows furrowed slightly as he watched you. He seemed deep in thought, with what exactly you couldn’t guess, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable.

At some point his hand had come and was gingerly settled on your hip, which he used to pull you back down. Your elbow practically gave out and you fell a little rough back down on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare widely at the wall for a moment, just listening to his heartbeat again. Was it beating faster than before?

You smiled lightly. You had no idea if this was a step forward in your relationship with the Radio Demon, or if it would be back to ‘friends’ tomorrow, but you decided to just cross your fingers. You reached your arms up to wrap under his neck, and you slowly made yourself comfortable. He had lightly settled his own arms on your back.

You couldn’t help but send silent thanks to that aggressive fish demon from earlier, and a thanks to god himself, as strained as your opinions towards that guy was, for keeping your bed dry.

When Alastor began drawing shapes in your back, gently dragging his sharp nail across your clothed skin, you cast away all worries about the next day out of your head. It all seemed so far away now as you took in the smell of the demon laying underneath you.

You just hoped this would become a regular thing, because man, was this comfortable.

aah jujutsu kaisen is such a good vibe for this blog!! could i please get sakusa making a complete and utter mess out of itadoris sweet little girlfriend. a good vessel knows how to share with his curse right?

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, religious connotations & blasphemy ig, slight slut shaming if you squint, condescension, mind-break/mind-control, slight hinting to cannibalism again if you squint, forced voyeurism ig

fem reader

"Yuji?"

It was a mistake of you to come. You should have stayed away, you should have listened to the brat's warnings, but you just couldn't bare the thought, could you? Sweet little dumb lamb up for slaughter.

"I'm afraid not, darling."

He took a step forward, you a step back, up all the way into the wall upon the sounds of bones splintering, morphing into a pair of extra arms sprouting out from his sides.

The room was dim, but his eyes glowed a warm ruby red instead of their normal golden brown, the scarring slits carved beneath them both now peeling open, awakening for another pair of jaded eyes looking at you like a predator eyeing prey.

"Yuji? Please..." You tried, but it was in vain.

A smile broke from his face like jagged cracked shards of glass.

"Angel face, I told you... Yuji's not here right now-"

His arms, all four of them, reached out, had you caged between himself, who seemed to grow into a tall menace towering over your small frame, and the cold stiff wall behind you.

"But don't worry... he's watching."

Hands too quick for you to avoid, gripped the fabric of your dress, tearing it off, leaving you bare before the demon in front of you.

"Poor pup is whining like a little bitch... more so than you. But I can't blame him... the brat thinks I'm going to rip your heart from your chest."

The man wearing your boyfriend's face gave a twisted laugh, dark like raked coals, still in Yuji's voice yet so far from a sound he could ever make.

"He fears he'll have to watch the light leave your pretty eyes as you die, your blood staining his fingers an unforgivable scarlet."

You trembled as his hands, the four of them, grabbed your bare waist, his head ducking with a ragged sniff, sighing out in a gasp while levelling with your chest. He gave a small moan in awe before producing his tongue, warm and wet, laving up the valley between your breasts, up your collar and throat, to your ear, whispering on it.

"Don't you cry, turtle dove."

Your arms hung still at your sides like deadweight, not daring to make a move, frozen still, even as the finger from one of his hands curled beneath the band to your underwear, tugging on them in an effortless aim to tear them off.

Your toes curled upon the nippy air kissing your exposed sex, hands clenching when feeling his fingers rub against your slit.

He cooed at you as you whimpered and shook on weak knees, kissing your cheek as another hand spidered up your neck, enclosing large lanky fingers in a snug deadlock around your throat, sharp purple talons sinking playfully into the fine skin in the curve of your jugular, forcing you to look up at him as he stared you down, tears misty in your terror-wide eyes.

"I promise I won't hurt you. I'm not as bad as the brat makes me out to be."

Your eyes blurred to near blindness, unable to focus on anything sept for the burning red residing in his, where it wouldn't surprise you if they started leaking with blood.

Your body rendered to just a rag doll as his bottom arms lifted you up to cradle his torso, one top arm kept between your thighs whilst the other remained wrapping strong fingers tightly around your throat, fingers that would have zero issues snapping your neck if need be.

"It's him you should watch out for... if only you knew what cursed thoughts go tumbling through his brittle hormonal mind..."

He pressed his forehead against yours and continued his taunting, words kissing your face with the stench of his breath.

"Thoughts about you... and all the nasty things he wants to do to you."

There was something wickedly gleeful in his eyes as he sunk two of his fingers inside you, humming at the tightness, spreading them and smiling as you winced at the stretch, otherwise ignoring your horror.

"Torturing himself with lewd pictures of you, thinking about how good you would feel beneath him, wrapped tight around his cock."

Unbothered by how your hands suddenly made to push at his tough chest, his stiff skin liking the attention of your dainty breakable fingers, finding it amusing for a moment, before leaving your throat in favor of gathering your aimless delicate little wrists in a cross above your head, allowing your head to hang and shake from side to side at the thick fingers being pushed inside you.

"Fisting himself until he makes a mess in his bed, your name drooling from his lips." His voice licked at your ears like fire, sending your head spinning like a storm. "You should count your blessings that whatever belongs to him... also belongs to me." He laughed, tightening the hold on your wrists, dragging you up higher in order to lift your head to his level, kissing your unwilling mouth with a smirk.

His arms held you up effortlessly, like you were stuffed with cotton and not flesh and bones, with another hand nudged between your thighs, pumping cruelly long fingers inside you, turning you into honey and velvet, dripping down his tattooed arm, flexing with stiff muscles like the warrior he was.

"Only unlike him... I take good care of my possessions."

His roughened black talons dug in deeper into the soft flesh of your ass, making you whimper, eyes shutting tight, giving way for more fat tears to drizzle down your adorable miserable face.

"And don't shy away from the things I want."

A warm tongue swept up your cheek, giving you no room to avoid it, licking up your tears like he a wasp feasting for honeydew.

"You're too sweet I swear I could devour you both. Gorge myself so wastefully in your warm soft flesh."

He gave a ragged moan, groaning, mouth falling to your chest with his teeth gracing against your collarbones, wide and manic grin spread on his face as he listened to the panicked pitter pat of your precious little fragile heart.

"My two little pets."

He curled his fingers, stretching you out, where the sudden pressure of his sandpaper-rough thumb-pad pressing down on your budding swollen little clit, made you moan out like a little kitten mewing for attention.

"One blundering puppy, and you... sweet soft little innocent bunny in desperate need of corruption."

Your thighs shook upon the guilty knot fighting and twisting in your gut, hopeless eyes looking at the curse where he stood smirking down at your pathetic effort at keeping your undoing at bay, offering no mercy and not a shred of regard despite knowing what he was robbing you of.

"Poor thing, just begging for a helping hand." He purred, hot breath fanning against your already heated face, panting out small adorable whimpers and suppressed moans and frustratedly guilt-ridden whines as you twist on the fingers disappearing inside you, messaging everything tender into a grateful pool in his palm, for where it might have been unwanted, it was pleasure none the less, intimacy unlike anything you'd ever felt before. "Not a single cursed bone in your body, is there?" He admired with a hungry smile, eyes glazed with a sinister heated lustful greed, far away from shameful. "Strictly pure-hearted... just like the angels intended."

You dared look up, only to see him drool like a mongrel, swivel-eyed and manic.

"Forgive me-" He licked his lips, seemingly in an effort to stop salivating, yet only succeeding in slobbering even more, thick drops of spit dripping down onto your chest, making you look down only to see that he'd pulled out that thing Yuji always tried his best hiding when you'd kiss him in manor more heated than chaste. "I'm usually quite the well-behaved curse, but sometimes I just can't seem to hold myself back."

You stirred upon the size, a chill biting up your spine making you swallow thickly.

His large hand having taken hold of his base, stroking tentative fingers up and down his own shaft, smearing pre-cum and spit up alongside thick pulsating veins, rubbing over the glistening red-kissed bulging tip that soon pushed softly into the wet lips of your virgin cunny.

You gasped, squeaking. "No, don't-" But the demon didn't listen, loving how the both you were staring down wide-eyed onto your union, as the thick cock pried your tight walls open, sinking inside you one painful inch at a time.

He groaned at the pressure enveloping him, the resistance no match for his strength, but a resistance none the less.

"Your fault for tempting me." He uttered, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, lifting you forward to meet him as he bottomed-out inside you. "Don't blame me." His hand ascended to grab your chin, lifting your face so that he could stare down into the pitiful pool of your pretty eyes as he sent you over the edge. "I'm an artist-"

Sweet plaything... you look horrified.

"I see a clean canvas and I just have to go on and destroy it."

He sat curved inside you, bulging out from your poor belly.

"Blame the brat, he's the one who led me to you, offering you to me like a sweet little gift, precious virgin ripe for the plucking."

"Please." You interrupted, clenching tightly around the intruder taking up the taunt space inside, your body jolting at the foreign fulfilling feeling of having something warm and living burrowing itself through you. Virgin anxiety making it feel as though he'd break through whatever weak barrier it pressed up against, how you feared he wasn't satisfied and would continue pushing until fitting inside your stomach and come out through mouth, already choking and hiccuping on the thought alone, clenching around the fat girth of him in hopes of keeping him at bay.

"It's in my nature. You wouldn't want me defying nature, would you?"

His claws pinched at the hallows of your cheeks, not allowing you to look away from the hysterically deranged look on his face, canines sharp as knives dripping with either spit or venom as he smiled down at your horrified little face.

"Truly, everything is as the gods intend."

He seemed to push in deeper, threatening the very thing you feared, feeling so insurmountably big as though reaching inside your organs, stretching you out, poking into and swelling in places that stung and had you recoil each time he made a new move.

"Meaning, they're smiling down at this moment... waiting for the show to begin."

He pulled back with his hips, watching you wince with sadistically gleeful eyes, his smile growing wider at the moan ripped from your chest as he filled you right back up again, reaching deep into that squishy soft spot that had your toes curling and eyes crossing, cute little pink tongue lolling from your mouth as you moaned so ridiculously sweetly for him.

"Yuji~" You whined, which made the demon click his tongue, fucking into you deeper, noticeably harsher with a growl that rippled like an earthquake within his ribcage, sounding ready to level cities.

"Wrong again." He taunted. "Won't you say my name, angel?"

He rocked into you sharply, making you choke on a gasp.

"Won't you moan it for me?" Beginning to roll his hips on repeat, words in a frenzy. "Scream it? Beg and plead and cry with it, carve it like a prayer on your tongue?" His eyes seemed to gleam in some perverted delight. "Come on, give a curse a blessing, and say my name, pretty please, little lamb."

Your eyes turned cotton-flavoured as he kept humping into you, docile and blissful in his arms, hanging off of his every movement.

"Ah- Sukuna~"

He fucked you good and well into the wall, not as harshly as you thought he was going to with the feral smile he gave you while holding your face between his claws, keeping your eyes levelled by his bleeding red gaze. But he took you slow and deep, until you were melting, turning you into jello in his arms.

He hummed, face touching yours while having you completely enslaved to his touch.

"You see, brat?" He whispered. "You were worrying for no reason at all, she can love the both of us."

He sunk in deep, had you enveloping him entirely, even though it seemed impossible.

"Poor sweet thing doesn't have the heart to hate."

You clenched tightly around him, pussy fluttering, kissing alongside his girth while breathing in his exhales.

"Aww, look at you..." He crooned in a soft whisper, still holding your wrists above your head tightly, keeping you firmly pressed against the wall, even as you gave yourself completely away to the gratification he was giving you. "Cock stretching out your tight little cunt." He continued, tone deceptively sweet and soft as he nudged in deeper. "Not so innocent gushing around us like a desperate little whore, are you?"

You gave a moan like a little kitten and he caught your lips in a kiss, softly yet determined to pry open your mouth to explore, tongue swiping along your lips, brushing and playing with yours as you mewed into his mouth, making his face twist again into a wretched gluttonous smirk.

"Tell us how good I'm making you feel, love."

It had been a long time since he had any worshippers. About the same amount of time since he ran out of places to wash the blood from his hands. Which was long ago. People aren't as beholden to true carnage anymore, but he never quite valued those that were either. False worshippers thinking themselves on his level just because they can watch a man beg for his life and not flinch. Silly humans, believing there's strength in disregarding a life, when the real truth is measly human lives have no value to disregard.

Though, he cannot deny he found some pleasure in seeing them bow and sing for him, in the foolishness of it all he might have tipped his head in amusement when he'd find such cute little trinkets at his shrine, goblets brimming with filthy blood of some nameless faceless sinner worth nothing but to water the spider lilies. Naturally, it was more the horrified expressions painting their confused faces once he slaughtered them that brought him joy, to rip them apart as they thought they were safe. That sweet and utter look of betrayal as he sliced open their miserable lives like it meant nothing, having them fully understand that they meant nothing.

But he'd gladly have you.

It might be the brat's influence, but... you would make such a proper little pet, sitting on his lap, snug against his chest, inside the warmth of his kimono with a collar around your throat, pretty markings decorating your soft flesh stating his claim on your terribly adorable fickle soul.

"Come on, love, tell me how much you adore me and I'll give you what you want." His voice was like an echo, filling your mind like an empty cup, ridding it of all other thoughts. "Say the words, little one, and I promise the reward will be worth it."

You couldn't bare the thought of breaking from his eyes, even though you felt as though you was drowning in them, spellbound with your legs tangled around him, urging him to continue whatever sweet sin he'd ensnared you in.

"I love you."

He doesn't remember the last time he'd heard a voice so sweet, so fruitful and whole and holy and his.

The angels must be weeping at the scene, it would give him goosebumps if he wasn't so focused on fulfilling his promise and give you, his sweet precious little thing, what your poor body was aching for.

"You want this, little lamb?"

He angled his hips, his cockhead nudging into a terribly sensitive spot that had your thighs quivering, nodding your head with large pleading doe-eyes, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you clung to his torso tighter, pulling on him like a needy little devotee happy and thirsty for the attention your god was giving you.

"So clingy..." He commented with a snicker, fucking into you again, moulding your insides with the thick curve of his manhood, sending your tummy into a turmoil, spurring and curling like an adder, tightening like a coil, something breaking, falling apart, unwinding and releasing in a spurr, tight gummy walls dancing alongside his cock, milking him in a desperate need for him to empty his balls inside you, fill you up with sticky warmth, make you dumb with pleasure. "Don't worry your sweet little head, angel face, I'll give you what you need. You keep looking at me like that and I'll make a pretty mess of you soon."

You whined in torment at his teasing as he left you wanting for his lips on yours and his seed to spill and paint your insides with milk.

"Well, if you want it so badly, why don't you beg for it?" His eyes glinted dangerously, and you felt compelled to roll your hips like a needy bitch in heat as you whimpered for him, wanting so desperately to hop on his cock and milk him for every single precious drop of cum.

Poor Itadori was crying too. Rendered to watch her pretty little girl's tits bounce up and down, only allowed to feel every lick and kiss and pump and your weeping tight virgin cunt squeeze him for his cum, but not allowed to touch.

He was begging too.

A string of sobbing delirious pleas spluttering from his lips in a raving stream of drool, needing so badly to fill your precious perfect tight cunny with cream.

But Sukuna was far from kind enough to give him the honor of deciding when they were to empty their balls inside your cute cunt, and too selfish to give in to what the two of you wanted so eagerly when you were both singing such sweet pleading hymns for him, begging so preciously for something only he could give you, something he'd keep from you until you were both reduced to pathetic puddles of your own mess, brainless and willing to give up all and everything if only to get a taste of that thing he'd convinced you both was softer and sweeter and better than anything heaven could offer damned sinful creatures such as you.

my interpretation of this readers demon form based on my current favorite alastor reader insert AAGHHHH you should read it actually i love my husband https://archiveofourown.org/works/53373835