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𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧

The first time you sunk down onto your knees before Alastor, he stared down at you through a mask of unwavering confidence and indifference that almost deterred your nimble fingers from working away at his slacks. But the anticipation, which coated the cotton fabric of your panties, was much too thick… that and the unforgettable revelation he had murmured against the shell of your ear that he knew not what it felt like to have another’s touch between his legs.

Alastor was a virgin.

So, when you asked him if you could pleasure him with your mouth after a rather drawn out affair of exchanging kisses, tongue, teeth and all, he withdrew from your swollen lips with a twinge of perturbation on his brow. After almost a year in your relationship, he was ready to engage with you intimately, but he never anticipated that you’d ask to pleasure him in a manner that he considered filthy—debauched, even. What happened to conventional sex? To missionary?

“It’ll feel so good, Al…” You leaned in, arms wrapped firmly around the broadness of his shoulders, and planted your tongue slack against his lips. “Like this—and you like when I do this.”

You painted the thin line that was his mouth with a slow, sensual stripe of saliva, and oh, his slacks tightened almost instantaneously. But when you lowered the swell of your ass onto his lap and jutted your hips forward, clothed cunt teasing the considerable tent he had with a meager wriggling, he turned away from you with a sigh that just oozed static and mock-contemplation. You were already familiar with his tendency to put on a facade in the face of temptation, though.

“I suppose you can,” He offered half-heartedly, but the way his clawed-hand patted your hip with a “Get going,” betrayed his true sentiments… including the drawled out “Attagirl.”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle, the bed softly creaking as you shimmied off of Alastor’s lap. You found yourself missing the sensation of his erection rubbing your clit through your panties… until you sunk down onto your knees and came face-to-face with the sight straining painfully before your eyes. God, he was big. He had to part his legs and jut his hips forwards much like yours had earlier, except more slower, timider, to snap you out of your self-imposed trance.

And it worked, your stare palpitating with a stutter in your voice as you leaned in and hastily worked away at his slacks, nimble fingers trembling with a surge of anticipation. Besides the feeling of uncertainty and slight trepidation gnawing at him, an amused smile managed to find its way on his features. Your huffs and puffs of unsteady breaths mingled with the sound of his zipper being undone, and as it resonated throughout your shared bedroom, he managed to collect himself.

“Look at you, being so subservient to me,” Alastor hummed, the gratification behind his statement accentuated by the crackles and pops behind his radio filter. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Oh, let’s see if you’re still as confident as you’re making yourself out to be—” You dipped your hand into his slacks and groped the outline of his cock, “—when I do this.”

“Please, that’s nothing I can’t do with my own hand,” Alastor immediately scoffed, but you hadn’t missed the slight downwards twitch of his lip. “Now, are you going to—”

Your knees rubbed against the carpet fibers of your bedroom floor, but as you finally freed his aching cock from the constricting confines of his briefs, the head glistening with a thick layer of precum, you easily ignored that uncomfortable burning sensation threatening to spoil this moment. He sunk his teeth into the inside of his cheek as you wrapped your hand around the base, the metallic taste of blood greeting his tastebuds at the tentative squeeze you gave it.

It was just so thick and heavy and everything your heart desired… but most considerably your mouth, wet and warm from your salivation, the perfect environment for that thick cock. The same one that only you would ever get the privilege to see, to hold, to suck, and to milk dry when you experienced your first rut together. But right now you had to suck him, you reminded yourself, especially as your cunt throbbed longingly between your shifting thighs.

“Sorry,” You batted your lashes at him innocently and rested the side of your head on his lap, tongue darting out of your mouth to lick at the underside of his cock, “For proving you wrong, I mean.”

Alastor scoffed at you yet again, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as he tore his heavy-lidded gaze from the filthy sight below him and stared ahead, and all while your tongue moved up, and up, and up the length of his cock, till it found the head, so red and weepy, and circled it slowly and sensually. His clawed-hands subtly gripped the silken sheets, but besides that, he refused to give into your ministrations, and to give into your need to prove yourself right.

“Why are you still speaking?”

He was confident, and he was also adamantly opposed to allowing you to feel as if you were in a position of power, your lips finally wrapping around his cock and swallowing whatever your mouth would allow you to take. Halfway—he mentally noted, your hand pumping the other length of his cock you couldn’t quite take without dissolving into a pitiful mess of flushed skin, teary eyes, and gags and sputters. You wanted to enjoy the process of pleasuring him for the first time.

You gave Alastor a little taste of what to expect by hollowing your cheeks and giving him a generous suck, hand squeezing and mouth leisurely moving up and down his cock. However, it was at that moment that he wished he had partaken in carnal pleasures in life. That mask of confidence and indifference fell as he dipped his head, his brows came together to form a deep crease in his ashen skin, and a small, shaky moan seeped past those razor-sharp teeth of his.

If you weren’t wet before, you surely were now, the cotton fabric of your panties bunching into your folds. To hear a man as powerful, as dangerous, as Alastor produce such a sweet, innocent sound, that made you let out a moan of your own around his cock. And he felt the vibrations of your gratification, including the way the tip of your tongue worked in tandem with your mouth and caressed the vein on the length of his shaft. But he felt entirely opposed to you.

Alastor was mortified.

“Oh, fuck, that was…” You pulled back from his cock with a filthy ‘Pop!’, chest heaving at how breathless the sound left you. “God, you sounded so—and I mean so—fucking pretty.”

Out of all the noises that could have escaped his throat, a grunt, a groan, and perhaps even a meager ‘Fuck,’ it had to be a wretched little moan that made him sound so innocent, so inexperienced, like a teenager that barely discovered sex. But when you said he sounded pretty, a statement he thought that he only he would tell you while making love to you, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt in deep, passionate thrusts, he decided he had had enough.

Yes, he was the virgin in the relationship, but he would not dissolve into a blushing bride on her wedding night, no matter how good it felt when you wrapped your lips around his cock again and bobbed your head up and down. As the room resonated with the sound of your relentless sucking, he dipped his head and carded a clawed-hand through your hair, scratching at your scalp rather affectionately. Like a pet—his pet—and while that irked you, you would not stop.

“And so do you, my dear,” Despite how close he was to finishing, he grasped your hair and encouraged you to take more of his cock in your mouth, making you choke. “Oh, now that’s pretty.”

But that wasn’t the only thing he had in store for you. His tendrils manifested from the ground in a series of wisps before slowly winding around your thighs, and they journeyed up north till they wriggled underneath your shorts. His mouth fell open with a staticky hum as a surprised sound, albeit gargled, emanated from your throat. Two tendrils found its way inside of your slick-drenched panties, one from the front of your waistband, the other from the seam of your thigh.

“Come now, you must continue to suck,” Alastor reminded you, his hips jutting upwards, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat for a fleeting moment. “Fuck,” He added with a hiss.

A tendril curiously flicked at your swollen clit, while the other shimmied its way past your folds to get to your fluttering hole, slick with the pleasure you had derived from sucking off Alastor. Your eyes fell shut as the thick, slimy appendage stretched your walls, whatever discomfort you would have felt assuaged by the other tendril working away at your clit, its movements ungraceful and yet pleasurable in its inexperience, the flicks feeling similar to kitten-licks.

“Where is that confidence that you previously wore, hm?” Alastor asked you rather rudely, tugging your hair back and pulling you off of his cock before he could finish. “It’s gone.”

While he sounded so demeaning, you could see what he truly felt, even as your eyes remained shut, the tendril buried deep inside of your hole experimentally twisting and turning, grazing that spongey flesh within your walls that had your thighs shaking with an impending orgasm. His ears had fallen back at this point, and his skin was absolutely flushed—he just had an incredible amount of self-restraint in his favor. And you? Well, all you had was experience with sex.

“I can’t do what you’re doing—gah, fuck, right there!” You cried out in ecstasy, your other hand scrambling to grip his slender thigh. “Unlike you, I allow myself to feel—mm—to feel good.”

“I am, you’re just being too… ” Alastor reintroduced your mouth to his cock, hoping to distract you, but it didn’t work. Not even as his tendrils began to properly fuck you. “ …smug.”

“You’re just the same, Al—uh, this is so weird,” You spoke every time you pulled away from his cock, prolonging the coming of his orgasm. “Never thought I’d get my pussy filled with ten—“

“Now, now, there’s no need for such crude language, my dear,” He scolded you, forcing your mouth down once more, no longer allowing you to speak. “It’s not becoming of a lady.”

But you were no lady, and you felt nowhere near like a lady as Alastor’s tendrils drove into your cunt and rubbed your clit at a feverish pace, the filthy squelching enveloping your bedroom instead of the usual mixture of soft jazz music and the ambience of the bayou just behind you. It simply amazed you that he was hesitant to sexually engage with you for a while, but the moment you finally did and you overpowered him, he did the least conventional thing imaginable.

“I don’t want you ruining my slacks more than you already have with your saliva,” Alastor groaned as he felt a strong wave of pleasure wash over him, his hips stuttering and his length stiffening.

“I want you to swallow,” He added, but he had no idea that you were prepared to do that since you started. You wanted to taste the warmth and stickiness of his cum. “Have I made myself clear?”

Still, you nodded, your eyes flitting up to him and palpitating as heaps of cum painted the roof of your mouth, and all while your own walls began to clench around the tendrils working away at your cunt. Their movements were sporadic and hastier than ever, but the filthiness of it all to you was just enough to have you finishing right after him, a streak of cum cascading down the corner of your mouth as you pulled away from his cock and parted your lips with a long whine of ecstasy.

“My, my, look at you,” Alastor spoke almost adoringly, relinquishing your hair to hold your face in his palm so gingerly. “You look like an absolute mess, my dear—like a virgin, I daresay.”

“Ass… asshole,” You muttered, glassy eyes staring back into his heavy-lidded gaze, but they were fixated on the streak on your skin. “Just wait till I… till I peg you... then you’ll see what it’s like.”

His tendrils immediately vanished, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. And while Alastor was unfamiliar with the term ‘pegging,’ he had a general idea of what you meant, an amused chuckle seeping past his teeth as he reached out and pressed his thumb against the corner of your mouth. Ha! He would never allow you to take his body in such a way that would force him to submit to you, he thought as he wiped the evidence of his pleasure from your flushed skin.

“Is that any way to talk to your partner?” Alastor tsked with a semblance of disapproval etched onto his features, his thumb prodding at your lower lip. “Today’s generation has no manners.”

“We do, we just don’t blindly follow that whole ‘Respect your elders’ bullshit,” You giggled as your tongue greedily darted past your lips. “Not unless they return it, of course.”

By they, you meant him, and Alastor narrowed his eyes at that. However, you weren’t put off by the look of obvious displeasure he loomed almost menacingly over you with, your tongue proceeding to swirl around his thumb, lapping up the remnants of cum that you had failed to swallow. In your defense, he knew what he had gotten himself into when he entered in a relationship with you… but you supposed your knack for all things history blinded him.

“You insolent little girl,” Alastor half-growled, and you would have laughed if he hadn’t retracted your thumb to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. “I shall do what your parents failed to do, then.”

You seized his face and craned your neck slightly, lips slotting against his so perfectly; and you stood up from your place on the ground, too, knees trembling and aching from the carpet fibers that had burned your skin. But at least he helped you up halfway into your pathetic ascent, a tendril manifesting around your waist and bringing you up onto his lap, soft cock grazing your clothed core as it relinquished you. You yelped, but he swallowed it with a gentle squeeze of your hips.

“Like my daddy?” You murmured sensually into the kiss, to tease him, to rile him up. He loathed when you called him that, and the rude strike he dealt to the swell of your ass showed it. “Hey!”

‘Don’t call me that,’ he told you with an authority that had your back arching and your chest pressing into his. His cock also stirred awake against you, but he could not go at it again—no, not when he wasn’t ready to. No matter how powerful, how confident, and how intimidating he could be even on the most normal of days, he was still a virgin. And if he hadn’t used his tendrils on you, you were certain that he would have given you more than just a breathy moan.

Perhaps a bleat… which you were also certain he would have given you if you would have slowly reached behind him and wrapped your hand around that tuft of fur below his spine. His tail. You sucked in Alastor’s lower lip and sunk your teeth into the swollen flesh, eliciting a grunt from his throat. He had no idea what sort of sinful thoughts were swirling in your mind. His tail, his ears, his antlers—you would tug and pull at each and every one of them next time.

can I request the reader to help undress Alastor after he gets home late?

A Loving Touch

♡ Pairing: Human!Alastor x Wife!Reader

♡ Summary: Alastor arrives at home late, and you help him undress.

♡ Warnings: None, fluff, Human Alastor, you don't know he is a serial killer.

♡ An: Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it! Not proofread, possible spelling errors

You were asleep in yours and Alastor’s shared bed. It was the early hours of morning. Around one to two to be exact. You stirred away at the sound of the front door creaking open and quietly being shut.

Alastor walks into the bedroom moments later, exhaustion written all over his face. His hair is disheveled, and his clothes wrinkled, he has dark circles under his eyes and his posture is slouched.

You get out of the bed and walk over to your husband. He gives you a weak, tired smile. You smile back noticing the time and figuring he must have been at the station late working on his scripts. You know his show didn't run over as you listen to it every night. Wanting to support your husband anyway you can. And you love listening to his voice. You could hear him talk all day and never tire of it.

Alastor lets out a sigh as he tells you to go back to bed and he will be in soon. He starts to take off his clothes but you stop him. Your hands wander around his body before landing on his jacket that he must have forgotten To take off at the door. You grip the fabric and slowly slide it down his shoulders and arms. Then you take off his hat and place both items on the dresser next to your bed.

You back over to him and gently kiss the side of his mouth. His hands find your waist and Squeeze before rubbing circles with his thumbs. Your hands trail up from his waist up his suspenders. Once you reach his shoulders you gently and slowly slide his suspenders down, allowing them to hang at his hips.

You drop down to your knees and help him remove his shoes. Slowly untie and pull them off his feet, then you work on his socks. You place them by your bedroom door and the socks in the hamper. You stand back up and unbutton his sleeves. You trial kisses down his jaw and neck as your fingers work on his shirt. Slowly undoing one button at a time.

Alastor lets a sigh escape from his lips and his head tilts back giving you more room. You trail the kisses down his check as you slip the shirt down his shoulders. You slowly go back down to your knees as you trail kisses down his stomach, his shirt finally falling all the way off hitting the floor.

You look up at your husband as your fingers linger on his belt. He smiles down at you as you undo it and pull the leather out from the loops, sitting it on the bed. You bite your lip and meet his gaze as you undo his pants, pulling the zipper down and slowly sliding them down his hips. He steps out of them once you reach his feet.

You stand to your full height and Alastor pulls you into a kiss. His hands on your waist gripping the silk fabric of your nightgown. The one he surprised you with for your anniversary. The fabric rises higher Up your thighs. Alastor moans into the kiss. Your hands finding his hair and pulling him closer to you.

Alastor swears this is as close to heaven as he will ever come. He is grateful you didn't notice the blood under his nails, or the few spots on his white shirt. He doesn't know how he will explain that to you.

Pulling away from the kiss, he kisses your forehead, then your nose as he tells you to get to bed, he is just going to shower then he will be in.

You nod your head giving your husband another kiss before going back to sleep.

Alastor watches you from the door after his shower, taking in your innocence and beauty. Yes, Alastor is sure you are the closest to heaven he will be, and he is okay with that, as long as he gets nice like these.

ᄃΛЯVΣD

Alastor x female reader

Summary: The reader (you) souled your soul to the one and only Radio Demon, you were also his pretty little pet that he has to claim. So, what does he do? He carves into you.

A/N- I'm back! I had writers block and have been super busy so sorry about that, but I FINALLY found something to write so I hope y'all enjoy :D

Also, sorry if this sucks!!

WARNINGS: BLOOD, CUTTING, AND LANGUAGE

You found yourself in quite a predicament. Tied and trapped on a makeshift bed by tentacles, you remembered how you sold your soul to Alastor when you first arrived in Hell. Let's just say it wasn't your best decision. Why? You were young and pretty, part of the reason Alastor picked you as his next target. He promised to protect you and help with your needs, but instead, it felt like the roles were reversed.

Pinned down to the makeshift bed, the lights were dim, with only the lit fireplace serving as the main source of illumination. The Radio Demon stood by the flames, holding a knife over them. His back was turned to you, one hand resting behind him.

"I regret selling my soul to you," you said. He paused, lifting the knife, and when he turned back to you, his smile was even more sinister in the flickering firelight.

Alastor looked at the knife, seeing his smiling reflection, then back at you. "Aw, but darling, my end of the bargain was far sweeter. I get to do with you as I please." The demon examined the knife, ensuring it was hot enough. You thought he was joking, as he often did about this type of torture, but in that moment, you realized he was serious.

"Please, don't do this," you pleaded, half-heartedly. He brought the glowing blade close to your face.

"Now, dear, there's no use begging me. I'm simply taking the payment I'm due. You agreed to pay the consequences, no matter how big. Isn’t that right, my dear?"

"But you never said anything like—" you began, but he cut you off by leaning in close and placing the hot blade on your sternum, making you feel the heat on your chest.

"And that’s the best part, isn’t it? You agreed to my bargain without knowing exactly what you were signing up for," Alastor smiled. You weren’t one to give up, so you tried struggling against the tentacles, but they only tightened, keeping you pinned on your stomach with your face toward him.

Alastor took the opportunity to move even closer, pinning your arms with his elbows. Your eyes avoided him, so the Radio Demon placed his hand under your jaw, forcing you to look into his mischievous red eyes.

"Dear, you do know I am letting wretched people know who you belong to, right?"

"Fuck you," you gritted, which only pleased him more. He let out a deep, sinister laugh that sent cold shivers down your spine, gripping your jaw tighter.

"Now, now, darling, that’s not very nice, is it?"

"I'll tell everyone, I'll tell Charlie how you're only using the hotel to—" Maybe threatening him would work, and suddenly, you felt some confidence return, but it soon vanished when his grip tightened, claws digging into your flesh. His smile grew wider, and his eyes darkened in the dim light.

"I suggest you choose your next words carefully. I am being as nice as I possibly can, and this is quite frankly my favorite time we’ve spent together so far. But there is nothing stopping me from using the knife. Now, what was that you were saying, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," you whispered, your eyes drifting away.

"That's what I thought, dear." He finally loosened his hold on your jaw and walked behind you, resuming his task.

"Please don't do this."

Alastor began tracing the still warm blade along your back, not even leaving a mark. You could feel the heat radiate against your skin. Although it barely grazed you, it was still hot as hell, making you wince. He continued tracing the blade slowly and lightly up your back, eventually reaching the base of your bra strap. He used the tip to fiddle with the strap while waiting for a response from you.

"Wait! Please."

The Deer Demon continued, clearly indifferent to your begging and pleading. The blade soon grazed your spine softly and slowly. He then leaned over to your ear, his smile never leaving his face.

"Yes, darling?"

"I-I don't want this," your voice breaking slightly. You were terrified, rightfully so. He wasn’t done toying with you, though. You felt the blade travel to a scar on your shoulder from when you were alive. He traced it with the tip of the knife.

"Please," you started to cry. You couldn't see him; you could only feel what he was doing and hear the faint jazz music filling the room, competing with his happy humming. Suddenly, everything stopped. His humming, the jazz, the knife on your scar—all ceased for a moment before resuming. The tip rested on your shoulder.

"You see this scar you have here, darling?" Your heart sank, and you started to squirm again. That's when he began to cut into your shoulder, blood seeping onto the knife.

"How did you get this one?" he asked curiously. You let out a high-pitched scream as sharp pain shot through your whole body, numbing you. It felt like falling through a rabbit hole into another world, but it was all too real. Alastor started carving the letter "A" into your shoulder. Your screams and cries didn't seem to bother him; in fact, he enjoyed it. Once satisfied with his work, he walked in front of you, getting in your face again. You were panting, your eyes now hooded. He brought the tip of the knife close to your face.

"You see this? This is who you belong to, my dear. This is why you are mine. Understand?"

You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t like that. Slowly, he traced the knife along your cheek, moving it to your temple and resting it on the sensitive skin there, waiting for a response. When you still didn’t answer, he applied more pressure, making you wince.

"I—"

"I can't quite hear you." The knife began to dig into your temple, not hard but enough to hurt.

"I belong to you."

Satisfied once more, a sly smile crept across his face upon hearing your words. Alastor removed the blade from your temple, leaving a thin cut. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. Smiling, he placed the knife over your heart. You were exhausted, and he knew it. It might have been only a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

"And don't you forget it. Understand?"

You gulped and looked into his red eyes, managing to squeak out a response, "I understand."

Alastor removed the bloody knife and kissed your head. "Good girl." He smiled, wiped the knife off, and the tentacles undid themselves, disappearing back into him. He left you on the floor.

Kinktober 2024 - Day 5 - Dirty Talk

Hello again 🙃

I am taking the train of opportunity and post day 5 as well.

This is really short and honestly, I don't think I did good with this one. I have absolutely no idea how to dirty talk although I've been in a relationship for almost 9 years now 😅😅 I know, I know...

But alas, I still hope you like it and if you have any advice I'm all ears 😅

As always, constructive criticism is always welcome

MDNI +18

It's been an hour now, your knees are sore from being on all fours for so long, and your throat is coarse from all the ecstatic moans that left your lips. Alastor was in a rut, and nothing seemed to satisfy him. You've been fucking for two days now, almost nonstop between each round. You lost count of how many times this man had made you cum, and you were sure he'd break you soon. But you still wanted more, and so you kept begging for more - "Alastor, please, fill my pussy up, make me cum again" - you kept screaming from the top of your lungs. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up, making your back arch. "So needy, my pet. Still haven't had enough, did you? You like how my cock fills you up? You like how bad I abuse you, tight little pussy?" - he kept thrusting into you roughly, with no signs of stopping soon. "Yes, yes, I love it, Alastor, I want more, I want you to break me. Please break me!" - you begged. He bit your shoulder blade, and you felt his warm cum filling you up as you moaned his name, the pain and pleasure enough to make you cum as well. He let you fall to the bed, your breathing erratic as you got over your high. You felt Alastor removing a lock of your hair from your face. You looked at him tenderly before feeling him thrusting inside you again as you turned into a moaning mess again, your pussy still sensitive from your last orgasm. You felt his hand grabbing your neck, slightly choking you - "You will take everything I give you, like a good little pet you are, you hear me?" 

Enchanted Encounters

Alastor x female witch! reader

Summary: With Alastor knowing the effect he has on the pretty witch (you) he has to get a potion for Charlie, but you don't like giving your potions out willy nilly, so Alastor has to charm it out of you.

A/N- I love writing alastor x female witch reader stories 🫶✨️- enjoyyy!!

Your fingers danced over the tiny vials of ingredients for potions in your little nook. The scent of herbs and magical items filled the air, creating an inviting and slightly intoxicating atmosphere. As you began to arrange items for one of your latest creations, searching for a specific ingredient, you felt the familiar chill that signaled his presence—Alastor’s.

"Ah, my favorite witch!" His voice was warm, the ever-present static hum of his magic crackling faintly. He stood in the doorway of your little coven, a grin spreading across his face, his crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. "What delightful brews do we have today?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, his grin widening just enough to make your heart race.

You turned to see him, his tall form casually leaning against the doorframe, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Your pulse quickened as you met his gaze, those deep red eyes pinning you in place like always. You felt the familiar heat creeping up on your cheeks, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep the smile from pulling at your lips.

You liked him, and he knew it—oh, did he know it. He played his cards right, never putting in much effort yet managing to have you wrapped around his finger. But he still tried, still teased, and still enjoyed every second of the hold he had over you.

"Just some simple potions," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you busied yourself with your ingredients. "Nothing you'd find particularly interesting."

Alastor chuckled, the sound rich and melodic, as he stepped inside the coven, his movements smooth and deliberate. The room seemed smaller as he approached. "Oh, but I find everything you do interesting, my dear," he said, running a long finger along the edge of your counter before picking up a shimmering vial filled with vibrant blue liquid. He raised it to eye level, inspecting it with a curious glint. "What's this one? A love potion, perhaps?" His eyebrows lifted in mock intrigue, the corners of his mouth quirking up playfully.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you glanced up from your cauldron. He was close now—too close. His tall, slim frame loomed just inches from yours, the scent of something warm and familiar, like old vinyl and dark wood, filling the space between you. Your heart pounded, and though you tried to focus on the ingredients before you, your eyes kept drifting back to him.

"No, it’s just—" you started, but your voice faltered.

"Just what?" he interrupted, his grin widening as he leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. "A little something to make someone fall in love with you?" His voice dropped, the teasing lilt in his tone only making you more flustered. His crimson eyes danced with amusement as they roamed over your face, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You tried to regain control, focusing on the cauldron. "It’s nothing of the sort," you muttered, hoping your voice didn’t betray the fluttering in your chest.

Alastor’s smirk deepened as he straightened slightly, still holding the vial between his fingers, which tapped lightly against the glass. His gaze never left yours, as though he could see every thought flitting through your mind. "You know," he began, leaning casually against the edge of the counter, “it’s quite dangerous to wield such power alone. Perhaps you’d be better off with a... partner in crime?” His voice dripped with suggestion, the words rolling off his tongue as smooth as silk.

Your heart stuttered, and you barely managed to choke out a response. "Partner in crime?"

"Indeed," he purred, taking another slow, deliberate step forward. His face was inches from yours now, his eyes slightly hooded as his smile curled into something more intimate. "Imagine the chaos we could create together." His voice was a low murmur, a quiet promise of trouble.

The air between you crackled with unspoken tension. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the subtle static that accompanied him buzzing just under the surface of your skin. Every instinct in you screamed to look away, but you couldn’t. The way he looked at you, so intensely yet playfully, made your pulse race even faster.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you forced yourself to look down, attempting to regain your composure. "I can handle things on my own, thank you very much."

Alastor chuckled again, a deep, velvety sound that sent a shiver up your spine. "Oh, I do find that adorable," he said, stepping back with a dramatic flourish, his grin never faltering. "But I actually need a potion for Charlie. She likes you best, you know."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you regarded him skeptically. “And why should I help you with that? I wasn’t planning on giving her anything today.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken,” he replied smoothly, his voice light yet persuasive. "If you have something that could be useful, why not share it? Think of the... enchanting effects it could have—on both of us." His smile widened, his eyes flickering with amusement as he trailed his fingers lazily over the edge of your counter, letting them linger there.

With a huff, you brushed past him, feeling the brief warmth of his arm as yours grazed it. His smile grew even wider, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Excuse me," you muttered, reaching for a jar of herbs on the nearby shelf. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, watching your every movement with that predatory gaze.

He leaned in slightly, his voice a low murmur that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. "You know, your potions are far more effective when shared with someone you have... chemistry with." His words were teasing, but there was an edge of something deeper, something darker, in his tone.

Ignoring him—at least, trying to—you focused on your work, your hands trembling slightly as you grabbed another vial from the shelf. Alastor’s presence loomed just behind you, his gaze practically burning holes into your back.

"You know," he mused, his voice soft yet insistent, "I can’t help but admire how fiercely you pretend not to be affected by me. It’s quite charming." His fingers danced over an old bookshelf, brushing away a layer of dust as he continued to observe you, his gaze never wavering.

“I’m not pretending,” you said, biting your lip to keep your voice steady. “I just have better things to focus on.”

“Oh? Like avoiding my gaze?” he teased, his voice filled with laughter. "It’s a challenge for you, isn’t it? I do love a good challenge."

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was racing as you moved around the room, purposefully keeping your back to him. Every time you tried to focus on your potions, you could feel his presence looming just behind you, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

“I must say,” he continued, his voice light and teasing, “the way you avoid me only makes me want to tease you more. It’s like a delightful game.”

Finally, you turned to face him, meeting his gaze head-on. "You think you’re funny, don’t you?"

"Funny? No, darling," he said, taking a slow step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I’m absolutely captivating." His voice was like honey, smooth and irresistible, and for a moment, your resolve faltered.

“So, about that potion for Charlie…” His grin was unrelenting, as was the mischief in his eyes.

"Not happening," you shot back, standing your ground.

Alastor’s expression softened, but his playful demeanor remained. “Are you sure? Because I can be very persuasive.” He took another step, the faint hum of static in the air growing stronger as he closed the distance between you.

With a determined huff, you brushed past him again, your heart pounding as you moved across the room. You were convinced he could hear it. "I have no intention of being persuaded, Alastor."

“Oh, but the way you’re trying to ignore me is just too cute,” he called after you, his laughter filling the small room. "At this rate, I might just have to resort to begging."

As you gathered the final ingredients, you could feel his gaze still locked on you, his presence a constant reminder of the tension between you. It was maddening, but deep down, you couldn’t help but enjoy the chase. After all, you were a witch—and Alastor was certainly a spell all his own.

Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 11: Wrapped In You 🔞

Summary: Alastor awakens and you prepare for Extermination Day.

“Y/N… Mmm… I need you, mon cœur.” Sharp teeth nipped at your jaw, and you tilted your head to grant your lover access, a low groan escaping your bloody lips. “Will you let me come home?”

Alastor had woken in the dark early hours of the morning, those lovely coral eyes burning with a fire you hadn’t seen before. It sent such a thrill through your core- that unadulterated heat blazing under those thick lashes. It would seem your desperate feast had had quite the effect on your sweet buck. You knew all too well the desire that could linger after such attentions, and seeing your darling under such a spell made your heart swell with love and pride as you met his stare.

“Please, my buck,” you whined and arched your back for him. The low growling moan and static that filled the air set your hair to raising.

Alastor pressed himself into you, dragging his lips across any exposed skin he could find. Flicking his tongue out, he sampled the mixture of his blood dried with your sweat and moaned at the flavor. You felt a rush of wind when he snapped off your clothing, hair dye and costume makeup before sitting up to stare down at you. Those beautiful glowing eyes devoured your form, as if memorizing every curve, every detail.

You blushed under the intensity of that crimson gaze, reaching for your love as he bent to cover you. You felt like the most sublime creature to ever walk through Hell when he looked at you so desperately- like he wanted to protect you, fuck you and shred you to pieces all at once.

You wondered if that was something he would want to try, and were slightly surprised by the rush of arousal joining the adrenaline that hit at that thought. To have your darling actually ripping flesh from your bones while he fucked you senseless… That’s something you had never willingly given a partner before- you’d never trusted anyone that much, but your heart felt so safe in Alastor’s care. He was always so considerate with you and your boundaries, taking only what was offered and giving back in return; offering his comfort without asking, and trying to learn about you and your way of thinking.

Would he want that? He’d certainly enjoyed biting during intercourse, and he’d seemed thrilled when you took meat from him in your last tryst, but would he want to consume you during your passions? Your shade split from you to bite a chunk of meat from your thigh, your scream alerting Alastor. A cute ear swiveled before his head turned to meet your shade. Their tail wagged as they held your meat between their fangs in offering to him, and the resulting bellow set your loins flaring in need.

You watched in twisted delight as he accepted the meat before pulling your shadow in for a passionate kiss, driving his rigid cock into your heat with a debauched moan. Such a beautiful demon; so perfect for you. You wanted to offer your heart and watch him eat it.

He was thrusting into you so roughly, desperately chasing his release as your shade scratched and tugged at his ears. Alastor was a bloody mess above you, rutting recklessly with eyes clenched and smile more resembling a snarl. You felt high; you were intoxicated from the hunger in those eyes as he used your body.

You wrapped yourself around him and cried out with each thrust. He began growing inside you; over you, around you. Tentacles pulled at your tail and wrapped around any flesh that wasn’t already claimed.

“Ahh! Yes, Alastor! More, my buck! Please... I can take it,” you growled out as you met his thrusts and pulled at his hair. “Mark your territory…”

The roaring bellow that sounded shot straight to your cunt, and you threw your head back in ecstasy as he pounded into you. He ground his pelvis into yours and you moaned as tentacles pulled your arms above your head.

Sharp yellowed fangs sank into your chest, ripping flesh from you as you screeched for your lover. Long, twisted fingers wrapped around your throat, giving an experimental squeeze and you keened, pressing your throat further into your monster’s palm.

“I don’t know whether I want to breed you or devour you, my Vixen. I do believe you’re creating a monster.”

Oh sweet, wrathful Satan, you wanted that.

“Good…” you groaned out, your voice cracking as his grip tightened around your throat. “I’m a greedy demon, darling… Hah… Give me everything- I want it all. Show me- ahh… the power of the Radio Demon.”

Your challenge set Alastor’s form to cracking and contorting, his dialed pupils switching and turning as he snarled and crashed his lips against yours, fangs drawing blood as his hips slammed into your slick heat. Fuck! His cock was hitting that sweet spot that sent you reeling. His hand fell from your throat in favor of squeezing and kneading your breast, the other gouging lines down your side as your pussy clenched and pulsed around his length. You panted and groaned as you watched him lose control above you, static buzzing in the air.

Your heavy breathing mixed with the music of your joining, your eyes focused solely on each other as your bodies moved together. The tentacles holding your wrists released you and you sliced a claw into the side of your throat, tilting your head in offering to your ravenous lover.

His teeth sank in and you came undone as you felt him draw blood from your wound, squirting over his cock with a scream. That spurred on your buck, releasing a distorted, rumbling snarl against your throat as he pounded into your pulsing heat.

You were in such exquisite ecstasy, your body going limp in your lover’s arms and tentacles as he chased his own release. A roaring bellow sounded and you watched with fuzzy interest as your shade held and pulled at Alastor’s tail, dragging their claws down his back as he thrust desperately into you.

His hips stuttered and you felt the swell of his cock before the sensation of his shooting seed filled you. The pulsing heat of his release sent you spasming into another orgasm, moaning low and wriggling in pleasure among your lover’s limbs. You were addicted to the feelings he released within you, and you never wanted to let him go.

You laid there, spent and panting as you lover rested atop you, his tentacles squeezing you further into his arms as he breathed in your scent and snuffled into your hair with a contented sigh. You felt so safe wrapped up in him- warm and cherished. A soft purr rumbled in your chest as you soaked in the afterglow, wriggling and nuzzling happily into his body.

“Well, I believe I have confirmed that I indeed enjoy being feasted on by you, my Vixen,” came the breathy voice above you as your beau chuckled to himself. You gave a short, breathless laugh and nosed into his throat, running your fingertips lightly along his arms.

“Well my darling, I believe I’ve confirmed I quite enjoy watching you feast on me in the midst of our passions, so we’re both learning something new.” You hummed out a contented sigh before kissing his cheek and moving to get up. Alastor retracted his tentacles and released you, leaning on his hand to watch you walk away with a soft smile.

When you got back to bed, Alastor pulled you into his arms with a happy bleat, nuzzling his chin between your ears. “I love you, mon cœur.” His words sent your heart whirling in rapturous bliss- you would never grow tired of hearing them. “I love you, my heart,” you sighed out before drifting off in his arms.

When you woke, the morning light shone through your window (you should really remove that stupid feature. Or maybe time it to only open after noon) and you groaned at the intrusion. “Fuckin’ evil light,” you growled out and turned your head into the fluff of Alastor’s chest.

You heard a sleepy chuckle and a snap of fingers before the light disappeared from the room. “You know, for someone who hates morning light, it’s quite odd to install a special dimensional window,” came the sly staticky reply.

“I used to love mornings in the early days, but I’ve grown slothful in my old age,” you joked, nuzzling into the plush softness of your lover’s chest with a contented purr.

Alastor chuckled, carding his claws through your tousled hair as he breathed in your scent. You laid there, dozing for another hour before you felt Alastor stir and kiss the top of your head.

“I’m afraid I must get up now, mon cœur. Would you like breakfast?” You groaned and nipped at his bicep before letting him up, immediately missing the heat he produced. Your body curled into the comforter and you soaked in the scent of your mate- there was something so satisfying about being surrounded by his scent.

You heard Alastor’s cooing at you before you felt his shadow curl around you under the covers and kiss your cheek before settling. Snuggling into them happily, you croaked out your sleepy reply. “No, thank you darling. Just come kiss me before you go?”

“Of course, my darling,” he said, walking to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll be heading out now, then. Would you join me at the hotel this evening? We are beginning battle training today with the residents and Cannibal Town, and since you wish to fight, I’d like to gage your combat skills and offer you tutelage for any areas that may be lacking. Perhaps even work on shadow travel if possible.”

You were only half listening, relaxing comfortably in the arms of your mate’s shadow, and cracked an eye open to find Alastor’s glowing gaze focused on you. With a yawn, you considered whether you would have time for combat training. ‘Bitch, you better make time. We are not dying after just finding the perfect mate,’ your shade chirped from within you, an annoyed huff leaving their essence.

You chuckled and reassured them of your shared priorities before smiling at your beau. “I think I can make time. I may be a serial killer, but I could certainly use the extra training. It’s been decades since I’ve needed to worry about fighting.”

Alastor smiled at your words, but you noticed the crease of his brow knitting and cupped his face, stroking his cheek softly. “I promise, my heart, only you are allowed to kill me,” you whispered before planting a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed and reached to pet your ear as your lips dragged against each other.

“I hope you know how badly I wish to spirit you away and cage you until this whole fiasco is finished,” he groaned out after separating from your kiss, molten gaze searing into you.

You purred in twisted delight at his confession, crimson eyes narrowing as your smile grew wider. “I hope you know that that’s one of the sexiest things you’ve ever said to me, my sweet buck.”

“You’re making it extremely difficult to leave you,” Alastor growled out, leaning his forehead into yours as he fisted his hand in your hair. You moaned at your lover’s display and pulled him in for another kiss. “I wouldn’t be opposed to another round if you have the time.”

He chuckled at your proposal and rubbed his nose against yours, releasing your hair before standing. “Alas, dearest, I must away. Rest, my sweet Vixen.” He called his shade back to himself and gave you one last longing look before he disappeared into shadow. You instantly felt his absence, cuddling further into your blankets and falling asleep wrapped in his warm scent.

You slept another three hours before you finally felt ready to begin your day. If you were going to fight in the upcoming extermination, there were preparations that needed to be made.

You showered quickly and dressed in a simple black sundress. Sitting at your desk, you opened your notebook to start a list. You would need to tell Valentino and Velvette that you would be unavailable until after the extermination, maybe longer depending on how bad things get. You were adept at healing magick, but you would need to improve in that area if you wanted to help more than just three people. If you prepared them early, you could have a decent stock of healing aids for different injuries- you would need to restock your cabinet before working on those.

As you wrote your list, you couldn’t help the anxious worry that you would only be hindering the effort, but tamped it down before pulling a blunt out of your drawer to light. The smoke helped, but only so much; you knew that this would be your state until after everything was over and your loved ones were confirmed safe. Before you knew it, you had filled five pages with tasks to be completed in order of priority and time needed to finish. You would need to go to the apothecary down in Lust to collect all the ingredients needed for the healing aids, so you could handle Val and Velvette while on your outing. You could drop off Angel’s salary tonight when meeting Alastor.

You headed downstairs and grabbed out enough money for everything you needed to take care of before slipping on a pair of red pumps and heading out.

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“It shouldn’t be a big deal. Are you still good to work tomorrow, or do you want to reschedule the shoot?”

“I will still be here tomorrow, I just won’t be available again until after extermination day. Once I’ve gotten better, I’ll be sure to call as well. I usually calm down a week afterwards, so you can expect to hear from me then.”

You hadn’t been sure whether to tell Valentino and Velvette of your true intentions to fight for the princess, so you’d made an excuse of extermination anxiety to excuse your absence from life and work. Velvette had seemed suspicious, but accepted your excuse as just you being caught up in your new ‘boy toy’.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow at 2:00… Vixen...”

You turned your head back to look at the tall moth.

“Stay safe, Chiquita. And… Feel better.” He smiled and you felt your stomach turn uncomfortably at the warm look he was giving you. It was disgusting, having to be cordial with such a beast, but you smiled back before turning to leave.

When visiting the apothecary, you made sure to purchase extra supplies, just in case. You could never have too many health aids. You’d stopped by Ozzie’s to visit and have dinner, and ended up buying a couple of new lingerie pieces you’d found particularly cute before heading back to Pride.

It was dark by the time you arrived back home, and you organized your cabinet before walking over to your notebook to check off you completed tasks. It always helped to check off something needing done, and you felt the tiniest bit of relief from your worries. Making lists was always something that helped when you felt overwhelmed.

Checking your clock, you decided to head over to the hotel, and grabbed the envelope with Angel’s salary before leaving.

You couldn’t help but feel everyone’s absence as you walked through the empty Cannibal Town. Perhaps the residents were staying at the hotel- you’d have to ask Alastor about that; you felt as if you were walking through a ghost town, trapped in time.

It would appear that the whole of Cannibal Town was indeed staying at the hotel- you were greeted by Flora and Ethel as you walked into the lobby.

“Y/N! Are you joining in the angelic buffet? I’m positively ecstatic at the prospect!” Flora was practically vibrating in her manic glee, you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your throat. Flora was an even bigger foodie than you, and her excitement was contagious.

“Flora! Ethel! I’m so glad to see you looking so well. Indeed, I plan to join in the fun. I can’t pass up the opportunity to enjoy a rare delicacy!” You felt Alastor’s aura behind you and shivered at the feeling of it pressing around you.

“Good evening, dearest. Ladies.” You turned to look up at your beau and gave him a warm smile, taking the hand he’d placed on your shoulder and kissing the knuckles. “Good evening, my darling. It appears that everyone is camping out here until the big day of the feast. I must say, it’s a little unnerving to stroll through the streets of a ghost town. 10/10 would highly recommend.”

Alastor chuckled, a light blush coloring his cheeks as he gazed down at you.

“Alastor! It’s lovely to see you again, sir!” Ethel piped up as Flora lost her voice, face turning beet red as she stared between you two. Aww, she was just too cute sometimes! Alastor smiled at the two cannibettes, engaging in a bit of small talk with Ethel before excusing himself and pulling you along with him.

“Come along, sweetheart! I have a lovely evening dessert prepared for you,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he gave you a sly smile. You felt a blush rising in your as various fantasy scenarios began filing in your mind. Well, after all, you did only eat dinner. You could use a little something sweet.