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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?" 

Kinktober Day 4: Sensory Deprivation

Summary: Charlie's trust exercises lead Lucifer and Y/N, Alastor's girlfriend, to pair up in a blindfolding game. Unluckily for Lucifer and luckily for Y/N, Alastor has some choice feelings about the matter. Warnings: Sensory Deprivation, Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Heavy Sex, C*m, Implied P in V Sex, Jealous Fucking. MDNI, 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @jurijyuu CHECK THEM OUT!!

Alastor stood in the grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, eyes filled with a growing disdain at the display in front of him. Y/N, his partner, was wandering around blindfolded, a bat in hand, swinging aimlessly at a pinata. That in and of itself was no issue, in fact, the scene would have made him chuckle if it had not been for one tiny issue. Lucifer’s deft hands guided his clueless partner, his filthy arms wrapped around her perfect form. Tainting was what rightfully his, what he had already claimed as his own. 

Y/N giggled nervously but didn’t hesitate to swing wildly at the air. Her laughter filled the room, the red blindfold tight around her face. “Okay, I can’t see anything!” she laughed.

“Exactly!” Lucifer replied, his tone playful. “Now, trust me okay? Swing…now!”

Lucifer took her hand, his fingers cool and reassuring, leading her away from the couch, as he directed her towards the paper figure. With a loud smack, the pinata burst open; spilling candy and sugary riches onto the carpet below. With a squeal, Y/N took off her blindfold and marveled at her success, bouncing up and down with glee. Noticing her boyfriend from across the foyer, she gave him a dazzling smile. Oh how that smile could send him to his knees in a second, renouncing all his power and title to see it on her face. She could ask for the world, the crown…his soul and he could hardly deny her. 

“Alastor!” Y/N exclaimed, laughing, waving him over. “Did you see me? Oh my gosh, Lucifer was so helpful; I don’t think I could have gotten it without him—“

“Yes, I saw. And what a marvelous display it was, my dear.” Pulling Y/N off to the side, away from the short king of Hell, he fiddled with the fabric of the blindfold that hung around her neck between two fingers. “And what, pray tell, was the purpose of this little…display?”

Smile wavering at sensing her boyfriends growing agitation, Y/N rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “Well…it was one of Charlie’s trust exercises and you were recording, so I didn’t want to bother you. So, Lucifer offered to be my partner…”

“Mhmm, I see.” Alastor mumbled, glaring daggers at the afformentioned male. With a quick straightening of his posture and a snap of his fingers, both he and Y/N vanished out of sight; leaving Lucifer to heave a sigh of relief. 

As they appeared within the sanctity of room, Y/N was quickly pinned to the nearest wall with a force that shook the paintings that hung nearby. Alastor held her firmly by her shoulder, his eyes alight with a possesive flame as he brought his mouth to hover just over the shell of her ear.

"Tell me, what is it about that silly little game do you think makes it okay for Lucifer to be intertwined with you?” he demanded, his words laced with a bitterness.

"Alastor…love, it was simply one of Charlie’s exercises.”

“And yet you had not the inkling of an idea to come and ask me to particpate?” Alasto’s grip tightens around her shoulder with a bruising force. With a sigh and slightly bemused smile that annoyed Alastor to no end, Y/N brought her hand to carees her boyfriend’s cheek. 

"Alastor, you notoriously hate and won’t do Charlie’s activities.”

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and slipped the blindfold over her eyes; depriving her of her sight.  “Well allow me to attempt this little exercise, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N tenatively brought her hands up to find themselves settling at the nape of the Radio Demon’s neck. Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the hem of her pants before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed, Y/N let out a gasp that was quickly replaced with a loud moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core. 

“Trust me my dear….isn’t that what you are supposed to do?” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck. Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the messiness that coated her plush thights and painted her hole. She could feel his hot breath near her thighs but as to exact location, Y/N could only but guess. The mix of excitement and fear pulsed through her body, all of it adding to the growing arousal pooling within her. 

Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy pussy. Sucking softly, Y/N let out lewd moans and hisses of pleasure. Gripping the fabric of his jacket beneath her as her eyes blinded in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast.

“That’s it darling. Let all of Hell and that filthy king know you are mine."

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide.  “Go on Y/N. Tell me….tell me that even the King of Hell couldn’t make you cum just from his fingers.”

Not even seconds later did her release hit her like a tidal wave and ropes of glittering arousal soaked Alastor’s face and fingers. Panting wildly, only received vision once again when Alastor stood up and removed the blindfold from her face, did Y/N notice the wide smirk of satisfaction of her boyfriend’s face. 

“Why…why are you smiling like that?” 

“My dear…look around you.”

Peaking around the room, Y/N’s eyes widened in horror. This was Lucifer’s room. Alastor leaned in close once more, eyes glowing a faint shade of green as the shadows danced and light flickered around the room. 

“Would you like to try the bed next my dear?”

YOUR Book Boyfriend

Alastor x female reader

Summary: The reader (you) ask Alastor to be a personal book boyfriend.

A/N- honestly, he's been a book boyfriend this whole time. think about it. THOSE THAT GET IT GE IT. I hope this reaches the right audience :D

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I LOVE AND APPRECIATE EVERYONE OF Y'ALL MWAH 💋✨️🥹🫶

You were curled up in the corner of the couch in the hotel lobby, your nose buried in your latest romance novel, completely absorbed by the words on the page and letting them transport you to a whole new world. As your eyes flickered over a particular moment between the heroine and her love interest, a playful idea sparked in your mind. Alastor, who was lounging nearby in his plush chair with a newspaper held loosely in one hand, just so happened to be the perfect candidate for what you had in mind.

You glanced over the top of your book and watched him for a moment before speaking up. "Alastor?" you asked. He didn’t even look up from his newspaper, but you spotted a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, dear?"

You hesitated, feeling a bit silly saying it out loud, and your cheeks began to heat up just thinking about it. "You know… those things that book boyfriends do? The hand necklace, the… chin tilt, all that stuff." You didn’t even have to finish because that’s when Alastor finally lowered his newspaper. You could’ve sworn you had awakened a sleeping beast from the way his crimson eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Oh? You’re requesting a bit of theatrics from me, my dear? You should know by now, I always aim to please."

The way he grinned at you made your pulse quicken, and for a moment, you wondered if this was a bad idea. Before you could even catch your breath, Alastor stood from his chair and crossed the room, stopping right in front of you, looking down with that signature smirk that always sent shivers down your spine.

"Come here," he said, pointing a finger down. Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, you set your book aside and stood up, finding yourself face-to-face with the Radio Demon himself—or rather, face-to-chest. Lord, he was tall. He gently guided you to the middle of the room to give you both more space, positioning you directly in front of him.

"Maybe this was a bad idea…" you laughed nervously, the sudden weight of his presence making your heart race. But Alastor, ever the playful one, simply leaned in closer, his hand moving to rest lightly on the small of your back, pulling you a little nearer. He had done enough research (thanks to Rosie) to know what a 'book boyfriend' would do. He often saw you reading, biting the tip of your thumb with a smile, and it intrigued him. Rosie wasn’t sure how to explain it at first, but eventually, he understood.

"Oh, no, no. It’s a wonderful idea," he said. Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, he brought his clawed hand up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your cheek. Your breath hitched as he tilted your chin upward, his eyes locking with yours so intensely that it made your knees weak. He definitely knew what he was doing. Rosie had told him to be flirtier but to remain himself—and that’s exactly what he did.

"Like this, dear?" he asked with an innocent head tilt, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, now completely flustered. You had read about this a hundred times in your books, but experiencing it firsthand, especially with Alastor, was a whole other story.

The Radio Demon let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. His hand slid from your lower back as he began to circle you, almost like a predator stalking its prey, his intense eyes never breaking contact with yours. You followed his movements, feeling that intoxicating mix of anticipation and nervous excitement building inside you.

He finally stopped behind you, and you could feel the warmth of his presence. A clawed hand gently rested on your shoulder as he bent down to whisper in your ear. "What was that you were saying about this being a bad idea?"

You found it hard to breathe, let alone respond. You let out a small wheeze. "I, um… I take it back," you said, letting out a nervous laugh. You stepped closer, so close you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. You prayed Charlie and the others wouldn’t walk in on this scene—it would definitely be taken out of context. With a teasing smile, Alastor used two long fingers to lift your chin.

"Does this fulfill your little 'book boyfriend' fantasy, my dear?" he asked, tilting his head. You couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing his hand, you spun around to face him fully, letting out a breath.

"Perhaps I should do this more often," he mused.

You let out a small, breathless laugh. "Maybe… but not too often. I don’t think my heart could take it."

In the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving you in a flustered state. Those who understand, understand.

Deers mate consecutively over the course of three days or so, which made me think of demon! Alastor in his rut.

You’re his doe, and you’re also in heat. Craving desperately to be full of his seed.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he pounds in and out of you, “Full me up, daddy!”you cry out.

He rubs his face against yours, mixing your pheromones together.

He grunts and moans as he cums for the ninth time inside of your warm cunt, causing you to have yet another orgasm but you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum.

“I’m going to fuck a fawn into you, no matter how long it takes,” he huffs into your fluffy ear as he flips you onto your stomach, his clawed fingers gripping your hips as he continues to fuck your brains out.

Only 70 more hours to go.

Anyways, Happy October!

SUMMARY: you test just how pink you can make idia's hair.

COMMENTS: happy birthday @edith-is-a-cat!! i wrote this while listening to one of the sappiest songs i have ever heard in my life so if it reads Sappy THATS WHY....i hope its a good birthday gift ehehe <3333 AND YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE SELF SHIP ART

His hair is already pink.

“Idia, love, you’re not going to last long if you keep getting embarrassed.” you giggle, gazing at him adoringly, “Just let me hold you for a little while.”

“Only because it’s your birthday.” he mumbles, arms circling around your waist. He buries his face into your shoulder as if to hide, even though he doesn’t need to.

You drag him out of the shell he’s built around himself, pressing kisses to his temple until he slowly shows you his face, cheeks burning as bright as his hair. You coax him closer, gently leading him hand in hand toward the idea that he is loved, that he is cherished. Your fingers trace his cheekbones and the curve of his jaw, down to his collarbone. You laugh quietly as he squirms when you touch his neck—he’s ticklish, you know this, but you’re also a little bit mean.

The kiss you place on his collarbone is full of reverence. It makes the pink spread closer towards his scalp.

You’ve almost forgotten the purpose of this little game, it’s easy to forget when you’re sitting in his lap as his fingers flex against your waist, his hair fanning out around you like a giant halo and a pair of angel’s wings, enveloping you in their warmth and the promise of forever.

“You’re an angel, Idia.” you breathe, pulling away to admire him.

He freezes when he sees your face, eyelashes fluttering as his lips part. He's so beautiful, really. You could stare at him forever.

“Wh...!? Why are you crying!?” he scrambles to hold your face, frantically swiping the tears away with his thumbs.

You choke back a laugh that sounds more like a sob—how did you not realize? How is it so easy to forget everything but him when he’s near?

“I guess I just love you too much.” you smile, tears rolling down your face, “I love you so much.”

The pink flames reach his scalp.

“That’s such a silly reason.” he says weakly, hands still pressed to your cheeks.

“But it’s mine.” you say back, placing your hands over his, “It’s my reason.”

Could you do a one shot of Human!Alastor with a flapper!reader?

Maybe where the reader is getting unwanted attention and Alastor intervenes.

Smoke and Shadows

|Masterlist| Pairings: Alastor x Wife!Reader Warnings: Murder, Alastor being Alastor Thank you to the amazing writer who betaed my fic and gave me my title @whatswrongwithblue. Give Blue all your love! You should definitely check what she writes. Requests are always open. They're just slow

Smoke blows out of your lips, micing with the cold, night air. The cigar flickers. Each puff warms your body, and calms the growing ire. Maybe, Alastor’s tastes aren’t too bad.

There’s a question that nags at you, demanding your attention . . . . No, you won’t do it.

A click of your tongue. Alastor would be annoying about the topic.

Even hinting at the idea of his ‘good’ cigar tastes would receive you a shit-eating grin or a week’s worth of that smug smile of his. You wouldn’t know what would be worse. Knowing Alastor, he would find a way to do both.

The mere thought wavers the settling calmness, and that would waste the effect of a perfectly good cigar.

Tonight’s piano player brims with talent. The sound of their jazzy keys dance with the saxophone. It brings you into this deep, deep, smokey lull. Even when those heavy, metal doors muffle their notes, it spills out into the alley, and forces that smile on your lips.

But . . . it begins how it always begins; with an alley, and a man too absorbed in his own ego.

The door opens with a slam, and that’s quite the talent, indeed. Piano notes flow out louder, it’s sound refusing to be drowned by the fever of the of the other instruments. That smile grows a fraction higher.

A man stumbles to the alley, a hand on the wall and clearly, drunk out of his mind. He rubs his fingers together, and blows his breath to keep them warm.

Smoke and laughter spill out of your lips.

It’s quite the cliché’ isn’t it? Alastor would, surely, find this hilarious – a man, a woman, and an alley.

The man snaps towards you, and that smile of his grows wide. Despite the dim lighting . . . huh, those are soft, blue eyes. They’re nice, but you prefer the warm brown ones for those warm, brown eyes wears the ring that matches yours. (His eyes crinkles when he laughs, and through that smokey haze, you wonder – Are they crinkling right now?)

“Hello, there!” he squeaks out as he rubs his hands together. “I mean, umm . . .  Good evening.”

Words spills out of that mouth of his. They carry neither weight nor substance.

So, with a lazy smile, and cold fingers, you enjoy the smoke that flows into your lungs, and tumbles out of your lips. It’s more exciting than whatever he’s saying, that’s for sure. You throw in a couple of, ‘huh . . .’s and a few dashes of, ‘oh, wow’ just for to see how long the conversation can keep going.

Smoke hits his face when he takes a step too close. A single step back, and that’s all you take.

Still, you make a point to show-off how you lean closer to the shadow’s behind. It’s funny, really, how the darkness brewing behind brings this sort of peace that not even the cigar can compete with. (An annoying peace, but still quite peaceful)

The man reaches for your cigar, snatching it right from your fingers.

“Young ladies shouldn’t be smoking these.” He takes a long inhale, then coughs out smoke. There’s a strained smile on his lips as he observes the cigar. Instead of returning a perfectly good cigar, this idiot drops it on the damp ground, and kills the flickering light with his heel.

“Ha!” You smack his bicep in good fun. “Not that young.”

“Hey, you’re looking a few minutes shy from turning into a popsicle,” he tells you, as if the cold isn’t already seeping through your bones. “Why don’t you take my coat? It wouldn’t be right to allow a lady to freeze. You can always return it to me tomorr—”

“You’re taking too long.” You click your tongue towards the shadows behind. “Hutty up. It’s cold, and you’re making me wait too long.”

It’s starts with a soft whistle of a tune. . .

The echoing sounds of footsteps bounce between the brick walls. Each step demands the attention of all. Alastor steps out of the shadows, yet their dark hands still cling to the edges of his form.

There’s a coat folded across his arms. Alastor drapes it around your shoulders, pulling on the lapels from behind to secure it. There it is again, because it’s funny, actually. The wind blows cold between the small alley, yet the cold ebbs away because of the command of such a simple jacket.

Alastor pulls on your shoulders, crashing you towards him with a hearty laugh. It bounces between your bodies, and settles into your bones. (And oh . . . his eyes are crinkling.)

“I apologize, dearest.” Despite the smile, there’s a part of you that doesn’t actually believe he’s sorry. “I was curious to see just how long you were willing to hold out for.” Alastor pokes the edges of your lips upwards to force a smile. “I had quite the laugh!”

Your eyes roll, and settle it towards the man. “He likes to think he’s hilarious.”

“Ha. Ha! Ha!” Alastor’s eye twitches for a moment, and his lips purse together. “I guess humor is something only the few possess now. It’s unfortunate to see it’s decline.”

“Oh, don’t say that, my dear,” you say, pressing a kiss on the edges of his lips with a smile. “I’m sure one day you’ll possess it as well.”

The man clears his throat, and reaches out for a handshake. It’s never given. “You sound familiar,” he says, after a long beat. “I think I’ve heard your voice before.”

“Is he being a bother, dearest?” Alastor leans towards you, and blows straight into your ear. His reward for such an action comes in the form on your elbow digging into his stomach — “oof. That’s not quite the answer I was expecting.”

“We’re all friends here.”

Alastor is smiling that strained smile that only appears when he’s relying on his habit to keep his smile up. “Hush now,” he says, and places a finger across his mouth. “I was talking to the lady.”

Those warm, brown eyes that Alastor own . . . they look at you expectantly.

You consider it for a moment, weighting your options. The real question is whether or not you actually cared about the man enough to be bothered. Notes of smoke and rich leaves linger on your tongue, and damn, that was a really good cigar. Despite that smokey hazy of calmness from the cigar, it’s the peace of Alastor that settles its annoying fingers on your nerves. He won’t release it anytime soon.

“You decide,” are the words you find yourself saying. “I don’t particularly care—Just make it quick.”

The edges of his lips curl just a little bit softer, and you know you did good.

Alastor grabs your wrist, lifting them up in the air with such an irritating flare. Really, it should be considered a talent of his – not anyone can find your last nerves, and tap-dance all over them. He places your palms over your ears. It’s a silent command, and one that you follow without complaint.

Alastor brings a hand over your eyes, and suddenly, darkness is all you’re able to see.

See? It’s a Cliché.

It began with an alley and a man, and it will end with an alley and a man.

Only the shadows listen in on the quickened footsteps. It’s lasting longer than it should, and like all games, it eventually comes to an end. And well, . . . let’s just say Alastor likes ending things with a bang!

Gunfire rings across the wall, and you sink just a little bit deeper into the arms that steady you.

Alastor presses a kiss on your cheek, and suddenly, you’re able to see once more. His body blocks the view of the corpse. There’s a moment there, where you try and lean over, but Alastor pokes the edges of your lips to force a smile. It doesn’t stop until you’re smiling up at him.

“I want to see,” you say, slapping his hands away. “I was the one who lured him out, and I was the one who had to wait in the cold.”

“Now, now.” Alastor plants kiss across your other cheek. “That wasn’t our agreement.”

The edges of his coat slide off your shoulders. It’s the way Alastor grabs the lapels, and secure it around your body once more that prompts the answer, “Fine, but I want to go home now.”

“Give it a moment, dearest. We can’t just leave him here.”

You fling your arms around his back, pulling him into a hug. It’s easier to sneak a look when Alastor sinks straight into your hold, and . . . woah, that’s one killer aim – straight through the head. “It’s really starting to get cold.” You blow into his ear. “So, hurry up. I’ll wait inside.”

Alastor brings your wrist high up into the air, and you have to go on the tips of your toes to stay upright. He slides his fingers across your palm, forcing them to open before intertwining your hands. “So, your ‘help’ only extends on being the bait?”

“I waited in the cold.” You try to pull your hand back, but Alastor’s grip stays firm. “As far as I’m concerned, I already did my ‘helping’.”

One of his hands snake around you, and Alastor lifts you into his hold, settling you against him. “Of course,” he says, catching your free hand to hold it once again. “But, when there’s a body to be dragged, suddenly, your assistance becomes limited.”

You show him your most innocent smile.

Alastor whistles along the tune of the piano. The feather on your head sways along as Alastor dances to the music, twisting to the beats of the notes. If the weight of carrying you in his arm hinders that determination to dance . . . well, no complaints fall off his lips.

“Al,” you begin, and lean into the crook of his neck, “the body.”

“It wouldn’t be right to allow a lady to freeze.”

Your smiled widens, warmth blossoming in your stomach. It spread through your limbs with a tingle and settles into your cheeks. Maybe, just maybe, you would admit to leaning just a little closer. “I can’t wait to go home with you.”

Alastor laughs into the air, bright and airy. So, so, full of delight.

It’s everything to you.

Caught You | 18+ Only

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Words: 4012

Warnings/Content: SMUT; Avenger! Loki & Avenger! Y/n, Themes of dub-con, dark-ish Loki??, dom!Loki, pervy!Loki, possessive, jealous loki, use of loki's magic (in a lot of sexual stuff), restraints, bondage, biting, licking, aggressive, pissed loki, praise, slight degradation, there's a tattoo on y/n's thigh (for the plot!), other mcu characters also make an appearance, clit licking, fingering, overstimulation, p in v.

Please lmk if I missed anything! Loki is a bit of red-flaggy in this one, please keep in mind this is only a fanfiction.

Summary: When you make fun of Loki's magic, he "demonstrates" how his magic can be useful. In many, ehm..ways. What did you expect?

A/n: i moved the title in the corner so that i can keep seeing tommys's sexy face in the middle 😮‍💨 im trying to make my fics dirtier but it's not quite coming down in my works, like it's in my mind but it's not easy to express??? im trying & hopefully it'll come soon

The cavernous, dimly-lit warehouse echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and grunts of exertion. The Avengers were locked in combat with a band of mercenaries armed with advanced weaponry.

Tony was in the air, repulsor beams lighting up the darkness, while Natasha and Clint worked in tandem, their movements precise and deadly. Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, was a blur as it struck down the enemies with thunderous force.

In the midst of the chaos, Loki stood with an air of detached amusement, casting spells with flicks of his wrists. His magic sent mercenaries flying, created illusions to confuse their ranks, and conjured barriers to protect the teammates. But Loki's magic, powerful and unpredictable, was also a bit reckless tonight.

Maybe it was the leather suit you were wearing today.

"Loki, for the love of—watch where you're aiming!" You shouted as you narrowly avoided being hit by a stray spell meant for an enemy.

Your eyes flashed with annoyance as you shot him a glare. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"

Loki smirked, eyeing you up, not taking you seriously. "Perhaps if you were more attentive, you wouldn't find yourself in such precarious positions, darling."

You scowled and ducked under a swipe from a mercenary, retaliating with a swift punch that sent your opponent sprawling.

Ugh, you hated how he always carried that stupid smirk.

"Maybe if your magic was actually useful, we wouldn't be in precarious positions to begin with!"

Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of irritation flashing through his otherwise calm demeanor. "Is that so? I seem to recall saving you from a similar predicament just last week."

"By causing it in the first place!" You shot back, dodging another mercenary's attack and taking him down with a well-placed kick. 

Loki rolls his eyes and runs in the other direction. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured an illusion, making a group of mercenaries see each other as Avengers.

Confused, they turned on one another, giving the team a moment of respite. But the spell was too potent, and soon the illusion spread, affecting even the teammates. 

Chaos erupted as friends and foes became indistinguishable. 

"What the—" Tony exclaimed while flying over the scene. 

"Damn it, Loki!" You screamed, ducking, as Natasha took a swing at you, mistaking you for an enemy.

"Enough!" Thor bellowed, his hammer smashing into the ground to create a shockwave that knocked everyone off their feet and dispelled the illusion.

The mercenaries, now disoriented, were quickly subdued.

The flight back home was quiet. Everyone was either tired, tending to their wounds, or just rethinking what happened back there. 

Once you landed, the rest of the Avengers stepped down the Quinjet and walked into the building to their rooms. 

"Loki, wait." Steve calls out and walks towards Loki in the lobby.

“About today—”

“Nobody died, Rogers.” Loki replies. 

"That is not an achievement," You murmur to yourself loudly on purpose for him to hear while taking a sip from your favourite grey-coloured sipper. 

Loki and Steve both glanced at you, with Steve carrying a hint of a smile on his face while Loki scowled and turned back to Steve.

You could tell he was not impressed. 

A win for you.

Steve clears his throat, turning serious once more. "Look, what happened today was not good. We cannot work as a team if we don't know half of your tricks."

Loki grins. "Well, that's the fun, isn't it? A surprise for everyone.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. "But it isn’t helping, Lo-"

"Helping? His magic is useless half the time."

Loki shoots an eye at you when you say that, and you could tell the God wasn't pleased.

"He's showing off in front of everyone, like the arrogant ass he is." You go on, while Loki watches you with his grave, sharp eyes.

Why wasn't he replying with his usual snarky comments today? 

Steve gives a light chuckle and pats Loki's shoulder as if feeling sorry for him, "Be careful next time, that's all I ask," and walks away through the corridor, leaving you and Loki to yourselves.

While waiting for the elevator, you silently stand in front of the doors, waiting for it to arrive.

Until you feel a hard pressure against your back.

The sensation is unmistakable—a solid, unyielding presence, warm and firm. Loki's chest. His closeness sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath and subtle heat radiating through his clothes.

You stiffen, unsure whether to move away or stay still, the elevator's arrival feeling like an eternity away.

You decide to say something to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Ego broken, Loki~?" You say his name in a sing-song voice.

"Do you enjoy testing my patience, mortal?" he says, leaning down to your ear.

"Someone has to keep you in check," you reply, your voice steady despite the proximity.

The elevator reaches your floor, and with a little chime, its doors open. You proceed to take a step forward to enter the elevator when his hand grabs hold of the back side of your neck and pulls you back to him.

"Careful," he almost whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin, "your tongue is going to get you in trouble one day."

You pause for a moment, feeling the tension thicken in the air, before you turn your head out of his hands to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt the big bad trickster's feelings?" You taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Maybe if your magic wasn't so unreliable, we wouldn't be in these messes. Or do you need Daddy Odin to give you some pointers on how to actually be useful?"

Loki's eyes flare with fury, and in no time he grabs your neck once again and strides into the elevator, pinning your head to the panels. His body pressed against yours with a force that left little room for doubt about his intensity.

His frame, tall and lean yet undeniably strong, exerting a commanding presence as he pins you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the chill of the metal against your cheek. 

He was so close to you, you could smell his sultry, intoxicating smell on him.

"You think my magic is useless, don’t you..." He whispers, his breath ghosting on your skin. "I’ll make sure you regret saying that."

"I don't "think", it's a fact." You try to push him back with your elbow. “Let me go, Loki.” You say it firmly. 

"Not yet, vixen." He says so, and the elevator doors shut by themselves. And with one flick of his fingers, the front chain of your tight leather suit yanked open down to the end of your belly.

Did he just–

"I’ll make sure to demonstrate how useful my magic can be." He says and looks down to notice you were not even wearing a bra underneath.

He grins at the sight, licking his lower lip. "Naughty girl." He coos in your ear while his fingers work their way to your belly. 

His fingers, though possessing a hint of coldness at first, quickly warmed against your skin as they made contact with your belly. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire that danced just beneath the surface. 

"Let. Me. Go." You say, trying to stand your ground, but your attempts are futile. 

"Told you no, darling." He says while his fingers trailed up to your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rose in their wake.

It was a sensation that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated by the raw intensity of his touch. 

He slides down your suit from your shoulders, proceeding with a graze of his tongue on your skin. 

"Mmm…sweet," he murmurs, sucking on your shoulder, "unlike those words you use."

"FUCK. YOU." You reply with a gruff.

Loki chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you will," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seductive menace. "But not before I teach you to respect a God."

He pulls down your suit lower, his lips kissing the back of your neck, followed by melty little kisses down your bareback. Despite your discontent, you couldn’t help but feel turned on by him.

As Loki pushes down your suit to your thighs, his eyes catch sight of a small tattoo etched on the inside of your thigh. The ink reads the name of your ex-boyfriend. Loki's eyes darken with a mix of curiosity and possessiveness. 

He paused, his brows furrowing as he read the name inked there. "Well, well, well," he murmured, his voice a mix of curiosity and disdain. "So that’s what your little skirt was hinting at the meeting a few days ago..."

He traced the tattoo lightly with his finger, sending a shiver through your body.

So this bastard was always watching you?

You grit your teeth, anger and embarrassment flushing through you. "It’s none of your business, Loki."

He tightens his grip on your neck slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance. "I know."

"But this mark... it irks me. An insignificant mortal claiming a part of you." He pinches your thigh, and you try to jerk away your leg but cannot. 

You squirmed against his grip, but he held you firmly, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into yours. "Let it go, Loki," you demanded, trying to maintain your composure.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the tattoo. "Why should I?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. "Why should I let some forgotten lover's mark go unchallenged?"

He gives you a rather harsh bite on your shoulder, trailing his lips to kiss your neck, which makes you whimper, which makes him grin.

He pulls away a bit, and with the flick of his wrists, an invisible force pins your arms above your head, securing you in place against the elevator wall. You struggle briefly, but the bonds hold firm. Loki steps back, his eyes raking over your exposed form with a predatory gaze.

Before you could retort, he bent down, turning his body against the elevator and facing you from below. He kissed the tattoo with deliberate slowness, his lips soft and maddeningly sensual.

The act was both possessive and teasing, with his tongue swirling repeatedly on the same spot that was making you crazy. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and a part of you hated how your body responded to his touch. 

"Shh, people can still hear us, darling. Even if they cannot enter." He says placing pecks up and down your thigh, evaporating your steady facade away.

"Now, let's see what other secrets you're hiding," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to your hips. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing you completely.

You saw his eyes almost sparkle at the sight, placing a kiss on your mound, making you flinch against the metal. Where and when did your suit disappear? You didn’t know.

He leans close and starts exploring your already wet clit with his tongue. Holding your waist in his hands, he kept stealing glances up at your aroused form, watching your expressions while you gasped every time his warm tongue darted on your needy pussy.

The god had a talent for his tongue. The silver tongue. 

"Are you still with him?" He murmured, pulling away his face from your pussy, making you let out a complaining whine.

He holds up his two fingers to caress your folds. "Answer."

"N-no…" You answer, your voice quivering in pleasure.

"Then why isn’t it off?" He says this, glancing at your tattoo.

"I never…Loki-"

He pushes two fingers in. "You never what?"

You shudder as Loki's fingers push inside you, his question hanging in the air, demanding an answer. Your mind races, caught between the intense pleasure and the need to explain yourself.

"I never... had the chance," you manage to gasp, your voice barely steady. "It didn't mean anything anymore. I just...fuck-forgot about it."

Loki's eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face, his fingers moving slowly inside you, curling and stroking in a way that makes coherent thoughts nearly impossible. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.

"Forgot about it?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps you wanted a reminder of something you couldn't let go?" 

"No…" You moan, writhing against the panel with your hands above your head, your fingers aching to dive into his hair. 

He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. You squirm, your faint moans echoing the elevator.

"Good," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. "Because I don't share, darling. And I don't like to be reminded of what once was."

You moan, your body arching against his touch. His words send a thrill through you, and the possessiveness in his tone both intimidating and exhilarating.

"You know I can just turn you into a pretty mannequin for me so I can do whatever I want with you…but I want to feel you squirm... to mewl... like a little prey." He says watching your face while feeling your pussy start to clench around his fingers.

"Now, let's make sure you never forget who you belong to, hm?" Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your thigh as he speaks. His mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking with a relentless intensity that drives you wild. 

"Yeah, that’s right, just keep on making those little sounds for me." He says it with a satisfied smile curling on his lips, and he resumes his ministrations with renewed fervor. 

The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your clit sends you spiralling into a mind-shattering orgasm, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cry out his name.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, Loki slowly withdraws his fingers. He stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He releases your binds away and turns you to him, and his thumb caresses your lower lip as if studying it for a second before he holds you against the wall, cupping your cheek, and kisses you almost fiercely. 

And gosh, you needed that. You needed that and more.

"Y/n, is that you?"

Both of you freeze to your seats when you hear Thor’s voice outside the elevator. 

Loki's eyes narrow in annoyance, and he quickly glances towards the elevator doors. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. "We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

He continues exploring your mouth, and the kisses start spreading to your neck, tongue, and teeth, making their wild appearances every once in a while. 

Until you couldn’t help it and let out a moan.

"This door is not openi- Y/n??" Thor repeats again. "Wait, let me call Stark.-" 

Your heart races when Thor calls out again because of your moan. Loki’s eyes narrow, and he pulls away. "Are you doing this on purpose? Just another one of your games so we can get caught and you can have your fun?"

He gives your pussy a little slap, and you whine a no. 

In a swift motion, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You barely have time to register the shift before the air around you shimmers and the familiar confines of the elevator vanish, replaced by the opulent and dimly lit interior of a room unknown to you.

The room is a stark contrast to the sterile metal of the elevator. Rich tapestries line the walls, and candles flicker, casting a warm, golden glow. A large, ornate bed dominates the space, its dark, luxurious linens inviting in a way that makes your heart race. 

Loki wastes no time. He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the bed with an urgency that sends a thrill through you. He lays you down gently, his gaze intense as he takes in your still-naked form. His hands trace over your skin, as if committing every inch to memory. 

The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Loki—intoxicating and alluring. "Now, where were we?" He purrs, his fingers tracing a delicate line down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

You can barely catch your breath; the intensity of the moment overwhelming. "Loki, what if Thor—"

"Thor won't find us," Loki interrupts, his voice a low growl. "This is my domain. No one enters without my permission."

"Now," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "let us continue our little magic demonstration." 

The silken sheets cool against your heated skin, and with Loki's hands everywhere—caressing, teasing, exploring every inch of your body—his touch both gentle and demanding, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

"So beautiful," his voice dripping with seductive menace as he conjures a binding spell that secures your wrists to the bedposts. 

You gasp, your body arching against the restraints, as Loki's mouth finds your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples with maddening precision. The sensations are overwhelming, and your mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and need. 

Loki's mouth moves with deliberate precision, his tongue tracing intricate patterns over your breasts. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch and writhe against the silken sheets. The restraints on your wrists keep you firmly in place.

"Loki…"

"Mhm," he hums, enjoying your squirms. But he wanted more.

He uses his powers to amplify his touch, making your nerve endings sing with heightened sensitivity. You gasp and moan, the intensity of his magic overwhelming your senses.

You can feel the magic pulsating through you, heightening your awareness of every touch and every kiss. His lips move from your breasts to the sensitive skin just below, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The combination of his mouth and his magic almost too much to bear.

His free hand trails down your body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. As his fingers reach your inner thighs, you feel a new surge of his magic, more potent and concentrated. It wraps around your thighs, making your muscles quiver with anticipation.

Loki conjures small, delicate tendrils of magic that wrap around your nipples, gently tugging and twisting. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping for breath. 

He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your belly. The tendrils of magic follow his path, amplifying every sensation, making you feel as if your skin is on fire. You can barely think or breathe; your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

As he reaches your hips, his fingers part your folds, and you feel a rush of cool air against your wetness. His mouth hovers just above your clit, his breath hot and tantalizing. 

"Tell me, darling," Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot, "how does it feel to be at the mercy of a god?"

Before you can answer, his tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with delicate, precise strokes. His magic enhances every touch, making you moan and writhe against the restraints. You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly. 

"Loki I-" He sees your upcoming orgasm and pulls away quickly, enjoying your needy, complaining moan for him.

"Not so easy, darling."

And with another display of his magic, he completely gets rid of his clothes, his disrobed body turning you on even more, the heat of need between your legs almost unbearable.

He brings his already-hard cock near your lips. "Kiss it." and you do, the light hum of satisfaction he makes making you want to absolutely suck him out rather than just a little kiss.

"My filthy little vixen," he says, eyes blazing with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you in place as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation through you, "get ready for your god."

He lets out a low growl, a dark and seductive sound, before slowly pushing into you, his length stretching and filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, with every inch of him sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You feel so perfect," Loki murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Every part of you was made just for me."

He begins to move, slow and deliberate, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each motion designed to draw out the maximum pleasure to make you feel every inch of him. The binding spell keeps your wrists secured to the bedposts, preventing you from reaching out to touch him, to claw at his back as the pleasure intensifies.

Loki's eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable and electric. He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts. You respond eagerly, your moans muffled against his lips, your body arching to meet his. 

His magic continues to amplify every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive, every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you. The tendrils of magic around your nipples tighten and twist, adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"Loki," you gasp, barely able to form coherent words. "I can't... it's too much..."

He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "You can take it, darling. You will take it. You will take everything I give you."

His pace quickens, and his thrusts become more urgent and more demanding. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving together. The pleasure builds rapidly, creating a coiling heat in your belly that threatens to consume you entirely.

Loki's hand moves between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight, precise circles. The additional stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Come for me, darling," Loki commands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come for your god."

His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that leaves you breathless and shaking. The pleasure is overwhelming, your vision going white as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

Loki continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure, his own release imminent. His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own climax.

You can feel him throbbing inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he finally lets go, his own orgasm ripping through him.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you, his groan of pleasure vibrating through your body. He collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and grounding as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Loki's hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure. 

"Fuck, you drive me wild." He murmurs breathlessly. 

"Did you like that, darling?" Loki murmurs against your skin, his voice a seductive purr. "My magic can do so much more." 

You breathlessly chuckle while he traces patterns on your skin. His fingers caress down to your thigh, where he glances at your tattoo.

"We can’t have that." He says in a low voice and grazes his hand over your skin, and the tattoo vanishes.  Loki’s touch lingers on your thigh where the tattoo once was, his magic leaving your skin smooth and unmarked.

"And now you’re mine."

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shotgun kiss with human!alastor

ANON I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX SINCE MAY 😭 I PROMISE I NEVER FORGOT ABOUT YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY

The air is cold when you step outside the diner, fingers trembling and goosebumps erupting along your arms. You had claimed it was for a smoke break, but really you just needed to get out of the building for a moment- the loud, boisterous group that had taken up residence at one of your tables had been grating on your nerves all night, and you knew they weren’t going to tip well, so you just needed a break. You had forgotten your cigarettes at home, and your fingers itch to actually hold one between them, but you would take whatever reprieve you could get. 

Gravel crunches nearby, and you turn to see a man step into the alleyway behind the diner with you. Tall, lean muscles and a mop of dark, curly hair, you greet Alastor with a smile as you always did. He gives you a wave, soft and timid as he approaches, like you haven’t had weeks of time to get to know one another on your smoke breaks during work; you from the diner, him from the broadcast station across the alley.

You make polite conversation for the better part of your break, talking about his most recent shows and the reporting that he had been doing on the serial killer in New Orleans a couple towns over. As always, the air is amicable and comfortable between the two of you while he smokes down towards the butt of his cigarette. It was always nice to spend time with him- he was polite, charming, and handsome as the Devil himself. Who could blame a gal for falling a little bit in love?

Your coworker steps out and lets you know that your table had skipped out without paying, shooting a wink your way when she notices Alastor with you, and the need for a nicotine hit increases tenfold; you’re ashamed to admit to fluttering your lashes coyly at him. “Alastor, you mind if I bum one of those off you?” You ask him demurely, gesturing to the cigarette he holds as he brings it to his lips and to the light.

“Ah, haven’t you learned to keep your own on hand after all this time? I’m afraid this is my last one, my dear,” he says, and your heart sinks while you watch him blow rings into the cool air of the night. “Don’t look so put out,” he chuckles, stepping closer and wrapping a hand around your waist- the shock of it prevents you from putting up any real fight against it, relishing in the warmth that greets you when he pulls you into his chest. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t share.” He takes another strong suck of the cigarette and leans down into your personal space, hand coming up from your waist to coax your lips open with his thumb before he slides it into your hair.

He cranes his neck to meet at your height, lips just barely brushing yours before he’s exhaling smoke into your mouth; you inhale greedily, the sweet buzz of the nicotine mixing with something spicy and dark, so unmistakably Alastor that it makes your head swim. He’d never been so forward before, had never even asked you out to a bar or to dance before, and here he was pressing your lips together like it was second nature to share the air in one another’s lungs. It burns in your veins in the best way possible.

The motion is repeated, over and over with the ash of the cigarette dropping down over his fingers as he puffs and breathed them into you. Your own hands come up to clutch at the fabric of his shirt, like without it you might simply drop to the floor. He doesn’t seem to mind the way your lashes flutter every time he backs off for normal oxygen once again, his own eyes half-lidded and dilated with every pass that the smoke takes between the two of you.

His tongue flicks against yours as he pulls away the final time; the cigarette has burned down to the end, and his usual smile is back in place. “How was that?” Alastor asks softly, using the hand that had parted your lips to cup your cheek, gazing down at you in the dim glow of the streetlight. “You think that was enough of a hit?”

“I- I think I might need another,” you manage to breathe out, and he laughs low and dark, the remnants of the cigarette dropping to the ground where he grinds it in with his heel as he holds you close to him and leans in for a proper, smokeless kiss.

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.

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.

Domestic HCs with Human! Alastor

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Some NSFW, Mentions of Murder, Pregnancy, and Tooth Rotting Fluff

* How did you meet your husband? Well, embarrassingly your mothers set you two up on a blind date.

* Similar to you, Alastor was used to his mother setting up dates for him. But he didn’t mind it, he’s quite the extravert and loves getting a chance to meet new people, especially a pretty lady .

* Plus he thought maybe he would eventually fall for one of them. And as luck would have it, he happened to fall for you.

* You weren’t just beautiful, you were smart and witty, even a little feisty (he liked that, he liked that a lot).

* You two shared a love of jazz and theater. Though you had slightly different tastes and interpretations of songs and plays, you still both agreed that they are two of the best types of entertainment out there.

* You even recognized his voice from the radio and told him how you regularly tune in. How that flattered him.

* You were both big foodies and loved local cuisines such as gumbo, crawfish, and of course, Jambalaya.

* He knew for sure that you were the one for him.

* You were engaged for six months before getting married, your first kiss being at your wedding. It just felt right to wait so that it was extra special.

* After that day, you two couldn’t stop kissing, hugging, snuggling, holding hands and more.

* Your wedding night was passionate and tender with Alastor eager to learn all of your most sensitive spots.

* He brought you to orgasm multiple times before finally climaxing himself.

* Married life was pure bliss, as he did his best to not let you on to his monthly “hunts.”

* He spent less time on the process, and found a more efficient way to dispose of the bodies.

* While he didn’t get to take his time carving them up, it was worth it to be able to hurry home and get home to his beloved little wife.

* He somehow always managed to make it home in time for dinner without fail, which impressed even himself.

* The two of you made love every single night (yes, even when he had to work late at the station, he always had enough energy for you), so it was not a surprise that you became pregnant with your first child.

* Now, Alastor was nervous when you first told him about the baby. But gradually he became more excited to be a father.

* Not to mention, he also loved what it was doing to your body, how much curvier you were in the chest and rear region. He might be a gentleman but he’s still a man.

* “My, my, you’re getting so plump, my dearest. And I mean that as a compliment, just look how adorable your baby bump is,” he got closer and whispered in your ear, “and this is getting lovelier each day,” before pinching your ass.

* “Alastor! Knock it off! Haha,” you playfully slapped his hand away.

* When the baby arrived, it turned out it was a girl with her daddy’s eyes and nose. She also had your lips and ears.

* Alastor was so relieved to have a daughter, he was worried that it was going to be a boy and he would have to teach him how to be a man. But now, he just got to spoil his little girl rotten, just like he did with you, his most precious love.

* You two decided on the name “Emily Marie Claudine Hartfelt.” Claudine being his mother’s name. He wanted it to be the baby’s first name but you insisted that it was better as a middle name.

* “Your mama always wins, Miss Emily Marie. It’s best not to fight it and just let her,” he said softly as he cradled her.

* You laughed and shook your head, “She’s already so at peace with you, no doubt she’ll be a daddy’s girl.”

* “Don’t worry, you’ll always have me, darling,” he winked playfully at you.

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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.

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.

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.

Pussy Drunk Alastor

♡ Pairing: Human Alastor x Wife Reader

♡ Summary: Alastor loves getting lost in his wife's thighs

♡ cw: 18+, MDNI, alastor is ooc, oral, afab!reader, poorly written

♡ an: first time writing for alastor, so it's probably not the best. Be nice! Possible spelling errors, not proofread.

🦌 Alastor loves nothing more after a long day than to come home and get lost in between his loving wife's thighs.

🦌 The moment he walks through the door he is walking up behind you, grabbing you by the waist, and throwing your smaller frame over his shoulder as he stalks to your shared bedroom.

🦌 Alastor wastes no time throwing you on the bed and hiking up your skirt as he swiftly pulls your underwear off, tossing them behind him to get lost on the floor.

🦌 His smile widens when he sees how wet you already are. Smirking up at you before pushing his glasses on top of his head, having his hair pushed back as well.

🦌 Alastor puts your legs over his shoulders and starts kissing up your leg starting at your ankle. He kisses, licks and bites his way up to your center where he stops and you can feel the cold air of him exhaling on you before he dips back down running his tongue up your folds

🦌 He starts slow, teasing you. Short little kitten licks everywhere but where you crave him most. Smirking and holding back a chuckle when he feels you wiggle trying to move your hips so his tongue is where you crave it.

🦌 Alastors hand wonder all up your body, cupping your tits through your dress before he is pushing it up over your chest, groaning at the sight before him.

🦌 Your back arches off the bed as he starts giving you longer, harder licks before adding a finger. Your hands try to find his hair but he pins them down on the bed.

🦌 He adds another finger as you yell out his name, back arching, and legs trying to close around his head. He groans into you knowing you won't last much longer.

🦌 Alastor is grinding and rutting against the bed trying to get any friction he can on his leaky cock. He's moaning as his hold on your thighs tighten. He moans your name against you, getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

🦌 Alastor swears your the best thing he has ever tasted. He's eating you like a starved man as he continues to grind on the bed, feeling his cock twitch every few seconds.

🦌 He has you cumming for the nth time on his tongue. “one more baby, just one more” He says breathlessly against you as his tongue continues to flick.

🦌 He is biting, licking,and sucking anywhere he can reach. His hips speed on as he humps the bed, wishing it was your sweet cunt.

🦌 Alastor feels his cock twitch when you sweetly moan his name. Not long after he is moaning, and eyes cross as he shoots his load in his pants, moaning your name as he does.

🦌 He pulls away kissing up your body as you throw your dress over your head to lost in the room. He's laying on top of you, head in your neck, kissing and licking as he tells you how much he loves you.

🦌 His glasses are long gone, hair falling over his eyes as you run your hands through his, kissing his forehead. “Are you going to fuck me or not Al?”

🦌 You feel him smirk against your neck before he is ripping his clothes off. Whining at how sensitive his cock is before lining it up with your entrance.

🦌 Alastor Loves nothing more than to get lost in between your thighs. Anyway you'll let him.