#hazbin x reader

[pannman]

Sinners and Winners

Radioapple x Human Reader

Part 2

CW: mentions of gambling, manipulation, biting, scratching

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After your weird dream life sort of resumed back to normal. Well… as normal as you can get with a weird cat and a friendly snake. Your friend from work was blown away that you adopted two pets in less than a week after so many years of saying you weren’t going to get one. They were grateful though that at least ONE was a cute fluffy kitty. You invited them to your place after work to meet Mischief. After a long shift the two of you went to your apartment. You were glad to be home. Only a little longer and you’ll be taking classes online and eventually getting out of your dead end job. As soon as you walked in Mischief was at the door happy to see you. Noodle slithered up to the glass as if he was excited to see you too

You introduced your coworker to your new kitty. “What’s up with his fur?” They asked as Mischief stared them down showing all his teeth in what looked almost like a smile. You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he was white but his old owners dyed his fur or something. I tried giving him a bath but I ended up… uh… changing my mind” you recalled the way Mischief acted like a demon ready to rip your face apart as you tried to lower him into the tub. You knew cats hated water but you had no idea you were going to get THIS banged up

“I was wondering why you looked like you just got back from a war zone” your friend replied. You laughed it off. “I definitely feel like I did” you and your friend laughed and talked before they reached down to pet Mischief. They petted his head and tried go behind his ears but he bit them harshly. “Ow!” They exclaimed. “Oh! Sorry I should’ve warned you he doesn’t like when people touch his ears. Or when people touch him at all sometimes. He has to be in the mood” you said

The two of you order some pizza and watched a movie. Or tried to. Mischief got behind the tv and almost knocked it over twice. Then he ran off with the remote. You chased him around the apartment before finally catching him and prying it out of his mouth. Only for him to pull the plug on the tv as soon you pressed play. You decided to do a puzzle instead. Your friend turned to you with a hesitant look on their face. “So… I’ve been wanting to ask you… it’s sort of a favor… I know this is a lot to ask… but could a borrow some money? I… I’m in trouble with some people and I know you’ve been saving up for college but I don’t have anyone else to turn to” they said. You were almost too stunned to speak. “What!?! Oh… my god! You told me… you told me you quit gambling!” You were frustrated but also concerned for your friend. You were filled with conflicting emotions

“I tried! I was already in so deep. I thought I was ONE big win away from fixing everything! From fixing my LIFE! You of all people know how hard it is! To live like this. But now… I… don’t know what they’ll do to me!” They broke into tears. On one hand you’ve been saving that money for years. It was your ticket to a better life. But on the other hand, your friend could get hurt or worse… killed. “How much do you need?”

“45,000 dollars…” you couldn’t speak. That was almost all you had saved up. You would be practically right where you started. But a life is a life. “Okay”

Your friend stayed for another hour. A long, quiet, awkward hour… The next day you had off so you wired them the money. You went about your day feeling defeated. But you reminded yourself that it was all for your friend. That night you went to bed but strange thoughts were keeping you up.

*how do you know you can trust them with your money*

*they made their bed they should lie in it*

*they could be throwing it all away RIGHT NOW*

*your future is over and it’s because of THEM*

*THEM*

*THEM*

*THEM*

Suddenly you were riddled with guilt. How could you think that? You’ve never thought things like that before. That certainly didn’t sound like you. Maybe you were just sleep deprived. You’ve been having nightmares lately. You finally fell asleep and this time you had a very different dream. A very nice one. You were living in a much nicer apartment. You had a home office and a lot of nice things. Your friend was there to visit. They were dressed in fancy clothes and saying some kind of thank you. You heard a voice saying. “Good things happen to good people”

You woke up to your obnoxious alarm feeling a little better than you did before you drifted to sleep that night. Surely your friend would repay you somehow someday or at the very least appreciate your efforts. In a perfect life you imagine them as a part of it. You always have

You fed Mischief and Noodle, got ready for work and headed out. You arrived there only to realize you forgot to eat breakfast. You were on food prep today. You stared hungrily at the burgers and fries you prepared. “Cancel that last order” someone said. You knew it was company policy not to eat food that customers no longer wanted. A voice in your head started speaking to you

*no one will notice*

*you’ll never make it till lunch*

*it’s a victimless crime*

You excused yourself to bathroom as you smuggled in the burger and fries. You scarfed it down like a hungry wolf. It was super satisfying. You came back out feeling a lot better. You got through the day with very little regret. What was wrong with a breaking the rules if it’s something as small as that? It’s not a big deal

Your 5 minute break came and your friend came by. “Hey I noticed you were staring at the burgers like a wild animal so I figured you forgot to eat breakfast again. Here” they handed you a portion of their lunch

“Oh… it’s okay… I… I ate a canceled order…” you whispered that last part. They seemed surprised. “You broke the rules?!?” They gasped. You tried to explain yourself. “I didn’t think it would matter I-” they laughed. “I’m messing with you. I don’t blame you one bit. In fact, it’s about time you walked on the dangerous side a bit. I mean… a meal that no one’s going to miss isn’t really a big deal but it’s a start” you sighed in relief. To be fair you wouldn’t had done it had you known that your friend would offer you food on your break. However you did give them 45,000 dollars. Half their lunch was not much in comparison. Not that you were going to expect them to do it every time

You finished your shift and you couldn’t wait to come home to your little friends. You held Noodle who wrapped himself around your arm as you stroked the top of his head. Then you gave Mischiefs a few scratches on the chin and played with him. It was nice not to come home to an empty apartment

You thought about what your friend had said. Walk on the dangerous side? Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea

You went to bed that night and for the first time in a while you had that strange dream again. The one where your pets could talk

“You see? They gave money to their friend out of the goodness of their heart. They made a huge sacrifice. And what did you do? You got them to steal a cheeseburger”

“And fries my friend. And fries. All it takes is one bad deed to dip your toes and before you know it our human friend here will be swimming in sin. And by the way what have you done? Given them a dream filled with false promises and lies? I mean honestly! Good things happen to good people? Too many good people suffer all their lives for that to be true. And I think we both can tell just how trustworthy their friend truly is”

“Have a little faith. Humans are flawed but Charlie showed me there’s good in everyone”

“There’s no good in me”

“Well you got me there”

“I suppose we shall see what becomes of this friendship quite soon…”

“I guess we will”

@geminipridekitty @epitomeofultimatechaos

[queenofmorningstar]

See You in Hell

Lucifer x f! Overlord Reader

Summary: The end to a new beginning

CW: Canon-Typical Violence

Word Count: 4.9K

Notes: Lucifer can’t catch a break and neither could I. Sorry for the late posting guys, got a high fever a few days ago but now I’m alright now kk.

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7| Part 8| Part 9| Part 10| Epilogue

CHAPTER TEN

The main lounge of the Hazbin Hotel was deathly still.

Snow clawed at the windows, not gentle flakes anymore, but thick, relentless walls of white. It howled outside like a starving beast. The world beyond the glass had gone silent. No screaming, no fighting. No echoing laughter from lost sinners. Just… white.

Two stories deep. And climbing.

Everyone was gathered — Charlie wringing her hands, Vaggie with her arms folded and brows furrowed. Alastor leaned against the fireplace, eerily quiet. Angel Dust was curled on a loveseat, tapping his claws against his knee. Even Husk, ever grumpy and unimpressed, looked sober.

Lucifer sat beside you, his arm resting along the back of your chair, eyes scanning the frost-covered doors. 

“If we can track the origin of the snowfall,” you said, tone firm and focused, “my team back at my base can try to identify the trigger or source.”

Charlie blinked at you, hopeful. “Can’t you just bend it back? Melt it, or — push it away?”

You hesitated. Then, softly, “I can’t.”

The room stilled even more.

Your hands curled slightly at your sides. You hadn’t spoken those words aloud since it began. The power was still there and this snow? It didn’t listen to you. It wasn’t yours.

You felt a hand slip into yours. Lucifer, calm but steady.

He interlaced your fingers tightly, squeezing once. You glanced at him and saw it in his eyes. He understood. “It feels like yours,” he said softly to you. “But it isn’t. It’s… familiar. Twisted. Like a ghost of your magic.”

You swallowed, throat dry. “I think I know what happened.”

They all turned toward you again. Some with concern, some — like Alastor — with a curious tilt of the head.

You took a slow breath. You summarized the events that took you to the moment with the fight against Lute, and how she took a sample of your blood.

“She must’ve taken it,” you said, pressing on, “and modified it. A biological weapon,”

Lucifer’s hand tightened.

“Worse than extermination,” Vaggie said darkly.

Charlie looked like she might cry. “That’s why the sinners are gone. They are frozen. Trapped.”

Niffty pouted. “I liked Hell messy and warm…”

A sudden chime buzzed from your pocket. You reached for your phone, a message from your field team, pinged through your private channel. Coordinates. The storm’s epicenter. You looked down at it,  a flickering red mark pulsing on the map. Familiar terrain. 

“We don’t have time to wait for a clean route,” you said, glancing up. “I need to go directly to the epicenter. I can extract a sample and send it to base, they’ll be able to start breaking it down. Maybe even stop it.”

Before anyone could respond, Lucifer’s voice cut clean through the quiet. “I’m going with you.”

You turned to him, already opening your mouth to argue but the look in his eyes silenced you.  “You’re not doing this alone,” he added softly, 

Charlie stood up beside him. “Then I’m coming too.”

Vaggie sighed and stood with her. “Yeah. No way you’re leaving you behind without backup.”

Angel Dust raised a brow. “Are we seriously volunteering to walk straight into Hell’s first-ever blizzard?”

Husk growled from the corner. “You don’t have to.”

Angel smirked. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. I love a good near-death experience. Builds character.”

“I’ll bring the supplies!” Niffty piped up, eyes gleaming. “Fur coats! We might need tea! Everyone needs socks!”

Alastor, still by the fireplace, gave a slow nod. “I’ll have to stay. Otherwise who will take care of this place while Charlie is gone?”

You blinked, momentarily stunned. And for the first time since the snow started falling, something like warmth bloomed in your chest.

*

You all had to come out of the windows of the Hazbin Hotel, and a wall of wind and snow met you like a roar. Everyone was layered in makeshift winter gear. Heavy coats, scarves, gloves. 

You pulled your hood tighter as you stepped out first into the snow, your boots sinking with a soft crunch into the thick snow. Lucifer stayed close beside you, his arm brushing yours. 

Behind you, Charlie and Vaggie walked together, keeping an eye on the terrain. Angel Dust followed next, muttering how snow always found its way down his boots. Husk brought up the rear, a pack full of rum and whiskey.

The storm wasted no time. Snow lashed at your face in sharp flurries, making it almost impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. Your phone’s screen glowed faintly in your gloved hand, the only guide through the white. The GPS pin blinked with agonizing slowness. “Two miles,” you shouted over the wind. “That’s how far we have to go!”

Lucifer nodded beside you, snow already collecting in his hair. “Then we keep moving.”

Your breath fogged as you led the way, boots crunching forward through the drifts. The snow reached mid-thigh now, and it was growing worse. Each step was a struggle. The wind tugged at your coat like it wanted to pull you back.

Visibility dropped to nothing. You could barely see your own hand in front of your face, let alone the hotel behind you. It felt like walking into a blank page — a world erased.

Husk’s voice called out from the back. “Stick close! Can’t see a damn thing back here.”

Angel muttered, “Should’ve stayed in bed… or a hot tub… or hell, even the kitchen.”

Charlie squeezed Vaggie’s hand tighter, while Niffty clutched a rope that linked everyone together at the waist — her idea, and probably the reason no one had disappeared into the snow yet.

You kept walking. The cold had a weight to it now, like pressure in your bones. Lucifer placed his hand gently on your back, steadying you as you stumbled briefly over an ice-crusted rock.

You blinked against the white haze and looked down at your phone, the pin on the map no longer moved. You were standing directly above the epicenter.

“We’re here,” you said, breath fogging the air. “This is the exact location.”

Angel Dust gave a tired huff, snow clinging to his lashes. “Okay… great. So what now? Do we knock? Sacrifice a goat?”

You were about to answer when the wind… stopped. Completely. No blustering gusts. No biting flakes. No sound. Just… silence.

Your heart immediately began to pound. “…Stay on guard,” you said carefully, eyes darting across the circle of your companions. “Something’s not right.”

Lucifer stepped slightly closer to you, eyes scanning the horizon. 

Then — shlick. A sudden slicing sound tore through the quiet like a razor through silk.

Everyone flinched, heads snapping in every direction. “What was that?” Charlie whispered.

You narrowed your eyes, scanning the snow… and that’s when you saw it. A faint line — a smooth, circular groove — slowly carving itself around your group in the ice beneath your feet. It traced the group like a trap being drawn by an invisible blade.

Your eyes widened in horror. “Move—!” you tried to shout.

But it was too late. The ice groaned beneath you with a deafening crack, and the entire circle dropped in one perfect piece. There was no time to react. You were all falling.

Snow and air rushed past your face in a blur. Disoriented screams echoed around you. Flashes of your companions tumbled through your vision. The light above,  pale and gray shrank quickly, replaced by shadow.

You didn’t know how far you were falling. But you knew one thing: Whatever was down there… had been waiting.

*

You stirred slowly, ice hard beneath your back and cold air clinging to your skin like a second weight. Your body ached from the fall, but it was the warm hand cradling your cheek that pulled you awake.

“Hey— hey, sweetheart. Can you hear me?” Lucifer’s voice was trembling slightly.

You blinked, and his face came into view. Snow-dusted hair, eyes wide with worry.

“Luci…” you croaked softly, your voice dry.

He exhaled a ragged breath. “You’re okay… thank god, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” you confirmed, gently reaching up to cup his cheeks. “You?”

“I’m alright.” he said with a weak smile. 

A beat passed before Lucifer leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead — just a soft, grounding thing. His hands lingered on your sides a moment longer before finally helping you sit up.

All around you, the others were groaning and moving.

Angel Dust coughed dramatically as he stood, brushing frost from his many limbs. “If I wanted a sudden drop into a frozen hellhole, I’d have visited my ex.”

Charlie rubbed her elbow, wincing but upright. “Is everyone okay?”

“I’m good,” Vaggie said, as Charlie helped her.

“Still in one piece,” Husk muttered, squinting up at the cavernous ceiling. “Though this bitch-ass ride broke all my bottles!”

Niffty was still on the ice floor. “I loved that ride!”

You slowly stood with Lucifer’s help, looking around the massive chamber you’d fallen into. 

Angel Dust groaned and leaned against one of the frosty walls, arms crossed and scarf flapping weakly with every breath. “This place sucks,” he muttered. “I’m talking ten outta ten, certified shitty. Cold-ass crypt. Creepy-ass vibes.”

He shifted slightly, his hand resting on the slick wall. That’s when he noticed it. “—What the fu—?”

His words cut off. He squinted. The wall wasn’t just ice — not solid, at least. The faint blue shimmer pulsing beneath the surface gave way to something darker. Something inside.

A distorted face. Frozen. Motionless. Eyes open in eternal panic.

Angel scrambled backward so fast he slipped on the glassy floor, letting out a startled scream. Everyone turned in a flash. “What?!” Charlie cried.

“I-it’s—There’s someone in there!” Angel stammered, pointing with a trembling finger at the icy wall. “A sinner! I saw them! I swear—!”

You were already crossing the room, Lucifer at your side, his arm instinctively in front of you as he examined the spot. You reached out slowly, brushing frost off the surface — and there they were.

A sinner, completely encased. Mouth open mid-scream. Eyes fogged over in a bluish haze. Frozen not just by ice, but seemingly held in some kind of suspended agony.

“...Oh god,” Charlie whispered behind you.

You looked up.

Dozens of pale silhouettes lined the far walls. Encased neatly in the ice — like grotesque cocoons. Some looked like they were clawing at the barrier that entrapped them. Others were limp, their forms slack and shadowed.

Vaggie covered her mouth. “There’s hundreds.”

Charlie stepped forward, fists clenched. Her expression was stormy, eyes glassy with heartbreak as she stared at the sinner entombed in front of her. “We can’t just leave them like this,” she said urgently. “We have to break the ice—get them out, now!”

“No!” you snapped, stepping between her and the frozen wall.

Charlie flinched back in surprise. You looked her in the eyes, firm but not unkind. “If we break the ice too quickly… it could kill them.”

“They’ve been frozen for who knows how long,” you continued, voice calm but heavy. “Their organs, their cells — they’re in stasis. If we shatter the cocoon or hit it with sudden heat, we could cause shock. Or worse.”

Charlie’s jaw trembled, shoulders sagging. “I just… I didn’t expect to see this. I thought—maybe this was just weather, but—”

Lucifer stepped closer, slipping his arm around Charlie’s shoulders in a rare show of quiet comfort. “Maybe I can help, dear,” he offered, glancing at you. “I could melt the outer layer—”

You shook your head.

“No fire. Not yet.” You glanced toward the nearest wall. “They’ll need to be warmed gradually. Safely. That will take time… time we don’t have right now.”

Angel Dust was pacing now, biting at one of his nails. “So what’s the plan? We just walk away and hope they stay on ice until summer?”

“No,” you said firmly.

You pulled your satchel off your shoulder and opened the sample kit you’d brought — a crystalline vial, enchanted containers, and thin needles. “This is the heart of it. I’ll collect a sample here,” you said, kneeling. “We’ll send it to my team. They can find a way to reverse the freezing process safely.”

You crouched down near the frost-laced ground, carefully sealing the vial filled with glowing snow. You rose to your feet slowly, satisfaction blooming in your chest — at least you had the key to unravel this.

And then — you heard it. Chitter. Click. Chhhhrk.

The soft scrape of countless limbs. A low hiss, just under the pitch of the wind.

You froze. “Did anyone hear that—?”

Lucifer immediately stepped in front of you, arm outstretched protectively.

Angel Dust cocked his head. “Okay… yeah. Definitely not the wind this time.”

The noise grew louder — scraping, clicking, an alien cadence echoing from the yawning dark tunnel ahead. Husk readied his cards. Vaggie positioned herself in front of Charlie. Then the shadows shifted. From the mouth of the cave ahead, something moved.

And then it emerged.

A grotesque, towering creature. Its face was stretched, eyeless, a chattering maw where a mouth should have been. But its lower half was far worse — a massive arachnid body, pale and translucent, legs like ice blades dragging behind it, stabbing into the floor with every twitching step.

You stared in horrified silence. That’s why this place looked like cocoons that spiders make of their prey.

The creature let out a high-pitched screech, a distorted echo that bounced through the chamber, making your bones ache.

Angel Dust grimaced. “Yeah nope, definitely worse than my ex now.”

You stepped up beside Lucifer, magic already building in your veins despite the cold. “I think we just found the one responsible for freezing the sinners.”

The creature moved again — fast. Too fast for something so massive. One of its ice-bladed legs shot forward, slashing through the air toward your group. Lucifer blocked it with a golden slash of magic midair.

The creature screeched again — a shrill, earsplitting sound that echoed through the cavern like glass shattering in your skull. Its bladed limbs stabbed at the icy walls, sending cracks through the surface as it crawled forward in jerking, unnatural bursts.

“We can’t fight it here,” you shouted, backing up beside Lucifer. “This space is too tight — it has the advantage underground!”

Lucifer nodded sharply. “Then we get out.” He turned, his wings flaring from his back. “Vaggie! Take Charlie. Now!”

Vaggie didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Charlie’s wrist, slung her arm around her shoulders, and with a single powerful beat of her wings, lifted her into the air.

Charlie gasped. “Wait—what about you—?!”

“We’ll be right behind you!” you shouted.

As they rose, Vaggie darted toward the dark circle far above, the hole you’d all fallen through now barely visible behind swirling snow and frost.

“Husker!” Lucifer called. “Take the others!”

“On it,” Husk growled. With surprising strength, he hoisted Angel Dust over one shoulder and grabbed Niffty’s hand with the other.

Angel yelped. “Hey! I’m not cargo, dammit—!”

Niffty squealed as they took off together, flapping frantically after Vaggie through the rising storm.

That left just you and Lucifer.

The creature was furious now, skittering forward, slamming against the walls in an effort to collapse the chamber and trap you both inside. Ice rained down. The floor cracked.

You turned to Lucifer. “Cover me.”

He raised both hands, golden strikes of magic, hurting the creature, but it healed too quickly.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, calling on your magic. You can’t manipulate this snow storm, but you don't need to snow to use it. You can always summon your ice.

The ice above trembled as a massive chunk of frozen snow, larger than a carriage, began to form over the monster’s head. You gritted your teeth and lifted your arms — the snowball groaned with magic and weight.

You hurled it upward. The cavern ceiling shuddered. With a thunderous roar, an avalanche of snow and ice collapsed in a controlled cascade, crashing down directly onto the spider-like creature.

It shrieked once more as it vanished beneath the freezing deluge.

Lucifer quickly swept you into his arms. “Hold on, love.”

His wings snapped open, catching the air with a powerful gust.

He launched upward with you pressed to his chest, the wind howling around you as he shot through the tunnel of snow. The light above grew brighter and brighter until, with a final beat of his wings—You burst into the open air. Snow flurried around you, biting and stinging. 

Lucifer landed beside the others, setting you down gently. Everyone was above ground again, regrouping, shivering, breathing.

You exhaled, watching your breath fog in the air.

That’s when your phone dinged.

You pulled it out, heart racing with anticipation. It was a message from your base team, instantly synced the moment the sample had been secured.

Sample received. Confirmed: frozen organic structure interlaced with active divine magical strain. Ice is too dense and magically sealed to be melted by regular means. Only a high-capacity thermal conductor (massive heat source) will work.

You frowned. Of course. Of course it couldn’t be simple.

Charlie stepped beside you, still hugging herself for warmth. “Problem?”

You turned the phone so she could read the message.

She nodded slowly, then said, “We have something that might work.”

Everyone looked at her.

Charlie gave a sheepish shrug. “There’s… a massive heater in the Hazbin Hotel’s basement.”

Angel Dust squinted. “We had a what now?”

Charlie looked a little embarrassed. “Dad built it… like, forever ago. Some kind of giant old furnace-thing.”

You slowly turned your head toward Lucifer. He smiled sheepishly back at you.

You turned back at her, deadpan. “And it hasn’t blown the Hotel up why, exactly?”

Charlie smiled sweetly. “Because no one’s been able to turn it on.”

“…Excuse me?” Husk muttered.

“It needs a very specific magical key to unlock,” she explained, proud about this. “KeeKee.”

“Alright,” you said, squaring your shoulders. “We get back to the Hotel. We find KeeKee. We wake up the heater. And then we melt that cursed ice.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, grim determination settling in despite the lingering frost.

The crunch of snow underfoot was constant as you all pushed through the storm, the distant lights of the Hazbin Hotel just barely visible beyond the veil of white.

A sound like reality tearing in half, that inhuman shriek echoed from behind you.

You spun, dread freezing your spine.

It was back.

The icy spider-monster erupted from beneath the ground like a demon from a nightmare, shards of snow and frost exploding around it. Its jagged legs clawed at the ground as it let out another shrill, furious roar.

“RUN!” you shouted.

Everyone scrambled, wings beating and boots crunching. Husk grabbed Angel again, Niffty bolted ahead. Charlie, always too kind and too brave for her own good, had lingered just behind to help Vaggie when she tripped and the monster saw her. Its twisted head turned. Its maw opened.

A pulse of cold like death itself rushed toward her.

“CHARLIE!” You screamed too late.

The freezing blast engulfed her. She stopped mid-run, completely immobilized in a split second, frozen mid-motion, a statue of wide-eyed shock and outstretched hands.

“NO!” Lucifer cried, skidding to a stop.

But the monster wasn’t finished.

Vaggie jumped in front of Charlie, her spear raised — brave, reckless, loyal. The creature’s maw opened again. Another blast. Vaggie didn’t even have time to yell. She froze, mid-lunge, right next to her love she’d sworn to protect.

The snow swirled cruelly around their stiffened forms.

Lucifer stared in horror. Then turned, eyes glowing, furious. “I’ll destroy it,” he growled, stepping forward. “I can end it—!”

“Luci—Lucifer, stop!” You grabbed his shoulders, holding him firmly.

He struggled in your grip, his eyes wild. “That’s my daughter! I’m not leaving her like this! I can—”

“Luci—!” You gave him a small shake, forcing his gaze to meet yours. “You saw what happened underground! That thing survived a cave collapse and regenerated from the storm around it. This snow is keeping it alive — fighting it here won’t save anyone!”

“But Charlie—”

“I know!” Your voice broke, emotion thick in your throat. “I know. But your invention back at the hotel is the only way to help them, besides, you’re not at your full capacity.”

He faltered, lips trembling.

“I’m not asking you to abandon her,” you said gently. “We are not leaving anyone behind. We are going to save Charlie. Vaggie. Every last one of them. But we have to be smart. This isn’t a fight we can win right here.”

Lucifer’s fists clenched, jaw tight. His eyes burned with helpless fury but slowly, his breathing began to steady.

He looked at you and nodded. You nodded back.

The wind howled at your backs like a dying beast as you and Lucifer sprinted across the snowy wasteland, your boots crunching against the thickening frost. Ahead of you, barely visible in the blizzard, Husk, Angel Dust, and Niffty were struggling to keep moving, their shapes flickering in and out of view like mirages.

Behind you… the monster was coming.

You didn’t need to turn around, you felt it. The rhythmic tremors in the ground, the low screech that pierced the air with every step it took.

The snowfall had thickened into walls of white, nearly swallowing the Hotel ahead.

Lucifer’s breath was ragged beside you. “We need to get up to the roof,” he gasped. “Everything else is buried!”

You skidded to a halt in the snow, planting your feet hard. “Then we climb.”

Your palms hit the ice-covered earth, and your magic surged outward. Your body still ached from the previous fight, your reserves strained but you forced it to obey.

A deep crack split the stormy silence.

Step by step, a stairway of jagged, shimmering ice erupted from the ground, each tread sturdy, stretching upward toward the second-floor rooftop balcony.

“Go!” you barked. Husk and Lucifer’s wings were damaged due to earlier maneuvers after getting out of that place.

Husk didn’t hesitate, he lifted Niffty under his arm like a sack of flour while Angel Dust scrambled after him.

Together, you ascended the staircase, each step creaking faintly underfoot but holding. The wind buffeted your faces, but you kept pushing, climbing upward as fast as you could.

The ice beneath your feet cracked again as the wind screamed around you, snow battering your faces like knives. You could hear that monster climbing behind you, its skittering legs scraped along the jagged ice, fast and uneven.

You were almost at the roof when a sharp yelp made your heart drop.

“Niffty!” Angel Dust shouted.

You whipped around.

Niffty had slipped, her small frame tumbling backward down several steps, landing hard with a gasp.

“I got her!” Angel yelled, throwing himself down after her without hesitation.

“Angel!” you called out desperately. “Come on! Get up here—we don’t have time!”

Angel Dust looked up at you, snow crusting his lashes. He shook his head, teeth clenched. “Not leaving her!”

Before you could move, Husk was already descending back toward them, boots slamming against the cracking ice. “Dumbass,” he muttered, grabbing Angel by the collar. “We go together.”

“Husk—” you began, but Husk raised a hand, stopping you mid-sentence.

He looked up at you through the blizzard. His eyes, usually indifferent and tired, were soft, wistful even, as they met yours.

“Husk!” you called. “Get back up! We need to go!”

Husk looked up at you. Then at Angel and Niffty.

He sighed, pulling out his flask, taking a swig as calmly as if he were sitting at a poker table, not staring death in the face. “Kid,” he said gruffly, “we’ll keep it busy. You and the King — go turn on the damn heater.”

You stepped forward, eyes wide, fists clenched. “No. I’m not—”

“Yeah, you are,” Husk interrupted. “Let us do our job. You do yours.”

Lucifer touched your shoulder gently. “We have to keep moving, love.”

You nodded, biting back the tears burning in your eyes.

Higher, faster, until the rooftop welcomed you like a ghostly platform above the chaos. You climbed the last steps, your limbs screaming, breath heaving in your chest.

Behind you, the sound of battle. Husk's low growl. Angel Dust’s frantic yelling. Niffty’s battle shrieks.

You dared to look down…The monster was there.

Crawling, faster now, clawing its way upward with unnatural speed. It swung one blade-like arm—

You heard Angel shout. And Husk—gruff and pained.

Then silence. The worst kind.

Your mouth parted, but no sound came. Something inside you cracked.

Lucifer grabbed your hand. “We have to move,” he said gently, pulling you the last few steps.

You let him help you up to the rooftop, your knees nearly buckling on the flat snow-covered surface. The doors to the hotel were just ahead — salvation, the heater, a fighting chance.

You didn’t look back again.

The creature burst from the snowbank on the rooftop like a demon through stained glass — shrieking, limbs stretching, a jagged mass of icicles forming in the air above its head.

It was aiming directly at Lucifer.

You didn’t think. You shoved him behind you, hands raised.

Your own magic roared to life — your fury and grief pouring into the storm inside you.

SHRACK!

A wall of thick ice erupted from the ground in front of you, just in time. The creature’s deadly icicles smashed into it, splintering on contact, exploding in shards that scattered around you like broken stars.

Your voice, when it came, was low and deadly. “Stay away from my boyfriend!”

Lucifer, behind you, was smug. “You… called me your boyfriend.”

You didn’t look at him. “Not the time.”

Still, his grin was soft and stupid.

“Luci,” you said, voice sharp. “Go. Find KeeKee. Get to the basement. Turn the heater on!”

He shook his head, panic rising behind his stubborn pride. “I’m not leaving you again. I won’t.”

“I can hold it off!” you snapped. “You have to go—this is what we planned—!”

But before either of you could move—CRACK!

The monster’s claw lashed out. It slammed into you from the side, knocking the breath out of your lungs. The world spun in a blur of ice and light as it caught you, pinning you in its grasp like a toy. You were hoisted upward, legs dangling, chest heaving.

The monster’s maw opened wide and you felt it. That awful sting at your thighs, creeping higher, freezing your skin.

You grit your teeth, struggling in the creature’s crushing grasp. Your fingers were numb, your skin burned with the frost. 

A single tear slipped from your eye. Lucifer saw it. Something snapped inside him.

His lips parted but no words came. The glow started from his chest, just over his heart. Faint at first. Warm gold, like candlelight. Then it bloomed.

Brighter. He wasn’t really there anymore.

Lucifer Morningstar levitated up into the air, as if the earth had lost its claim on him. His skin shimmered, golden light spilling from every outline of his body. His wings were massive, unfurling with celestial light that spread warmth.

A sun had risen over Hell.

The monster shrieked. Its claws trembled, its frozen limbs cracking like shattered glass. It tried to shield itself but there was no hiding from this.

Lucifer glowed hotter. The sheer heat of him began to ripple through the air.

The creature let out one final scream before it melted, shriveling in a burst of hiss and steam. Its body broke apart, ice turning to water, water evaporating to mist.

Snow all around you began to drip, then rush into streams. The frost receded across the rooftops of Hell, peeling away in rivers. The unnatural winter was dying. And still he glowed. You stared up at him, wide-eyed, your lips parted in silent awe.

There were moments—rare, fleeting—when you forgot who Lucifer truly was. When he kissed your skin and bickered. When he told bad jokes and sneakily held your hand under the dinner table.

He looked like divinity. And you felt your knees tremble. This was a scene that begged to be worshipped.

Lucifer glowed brighter than ever.

You blinked through the glare, your eyes watering. The snow had melted almost instantly beneath him, steam rising in thick curls. You winced as a bead of sweat trailed down your neck. The air had become suffocating. Your breath caught in your throat.

Around you, sinners, those who had been frozen began to stir, coughing, groaning, some even screaming as the sudden intensity of the heat slammed into them. It wasn't gentle. It was burning.

Your heart clenched. The glow kept rising, pulsing out of him in waves.

You staggered closer, shielding your eyes with one arm. The heat singed your lungs. You could barely breathe.

Your voice turned desperate, but still soft. “Lucifer.”

His head jerked slightly like someone pulled from a deep sleep.

The golden light around him flickered.

His body sagged forward slightly in the air. The divine hum faltered. 

Lucifer’s body slumped midair. He fell.

You ran forward without thinking. The moment his weight hit your arms, you caught him, holding on tight.

“Got you,” you whispered, breathless.

His head lolled against your shoulder. He was hot to the touch, skin still flushed with divine energy. His eyes fluttered shut, lips parted, unconscious.

Your heart pounded as you cradled him, lowering both of you gently to your knees. You clutched him close to your heart, as you saw Charlie and others running towards you.

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↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: Alastor rarely lost control of his shadows. It only happened when he was deep in thought planning his next broadcast. Or when he was sleeping. But those moments were few and far between. Though when he did, one shadow, in particular, always came to your side.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, smut, fingering, dubious consent from alastor's shadow, but consent from alastor himself, established relationship, slight misunderstandings, groping, making out, first time together, oral (reader receiving), breeding kink, praise, slight teasing, begging, squirting, alastor has a knot, soft aftercare, alastor's ears are his weak spot, reader holds onto alastor's antlers while they...ykyk

☒ Word Count: 3,756

Alastor rarely lost control of his shadows. It only happened when he was deep in thought planning his next broadcast. Or when he was sleeping. But those moments were few and far between. Though when he did, one shadow, in particular, always came to your side. 

The dark silhouette was playful. You couldn’t help but giggle when the shadow would dance along the wall, morphing into silly shapes. Or when the silhouette would play with the bubbles while you took a relaxing bath. You were pleasantly shocked when the shadow slipped into the tub with you, cupping some bubbles in its palm and forming a soapy beard around your jaw. 

It was harmless fun. You never mentioned it to Alastor because you figured he sent the shadows of his own volition. Your partner had trouble with physical intimacy, so you assumed Alastor was testing the waters with his shadowy counterpart. Little did you know, that was far from the truth. 

In some ways, Alastor’s shadows had a mind of their own. They reflected his deepest desires and emotions. So, when he didn’t keep them in check, it only made sense that one of his shadows would find its way to you. Alastor simply adored you but he only showed you tenderness behind closed doors. Not wanting his reputation to be tarnished- or for you to get caught in the crossfire of any turf wars. So, the attention you were getting from his dark silhouette was more than welcome. 

Over time, things became more… perverse. You had just gotten out of your bath, dressing yourself in your comfiest nightgown, when the shadow made its presence known. You jumped slightly when the void arms wrapped around your waist from where it towered behind you. The shadow nuzzled its face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your nape. A shudder ran through you as your partner's silhouette pulled your back flush against its chest. 

“This is… different,” You chuckled playfully, placing your hands over the shadow's hands that rested atop your abdomen. Slowly, they began moving down. Your breath hitched when the shadow of sharp nails raked up the tops of your thighs tauntingly, inching higher under your nightgown. Your hands came up to clasp around your mouth, failing miserably at muffling your sinful sounds. The shadow’s hand cupped your panty-clad core, caressing you in a teasing fashion. A moan of your lover's name slipped past your lips as the silhouette became more brazen. It dipped a hand underneath the waistband of your panties before slowly running a deft finger through your slick folds. 

Alastor and you have never done anything sexual. Sure, you shared kisses and warm embraces, but never anything further. You had desires for Alastor in that way, but you never wanted to put him in a position where he would feel uncomfortable. You knew touch was quite challenging for your lover, so respecting his wishes was your top priority. Whenever you got needy, you took care of yourself, plain and simple. But having Alastor’s shadow feel you up so sensually, going so far as to gather the embarrassing amount of slick that pooled in your core with its wicked digit was more than a surprise for you. It felt amazing, better than you pictured. You only wished it was Alastor in the flesh instead of his shadow. But if this was what he was comfortable with until then, you weren’t complaining. 

Sultry whines of yours were muffled by your palm as the shadow dipped a finger into your welcoming heat. You clenched tightly from the sudden intrusion, the pleasure rushing straight to your head. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the shadow added a second finger, pumping into you slowly. The tantalizing drag of its fingers from deep within your pussy made your legs shake wildly. You still couldn’t believe this was happening, but you were too scared to pinch yourself if this was a dream; because it was certainly one you didn’t want to wake from. 

From atop the radio tower, Alastor was fretting over the fine details for his next broadcast. His eyebrows were threaded in concentration as he typed away at his typewriter, tearing page after page and starting anew. None of what he was coming up with was up to par. It needed to be perfect. Amid all the stress and frustration, his devilish shadow slipped away from him. It sensed that Alastor needed comfort, and you were always his solace. The shadow also picked up on another urge that Alastor had as a cause of all his frustrations; a need for release. 

That’s when the shadow snuck into your and Alastor’s shared room, hence the predicament you’re currently in. But little did you know, Alastor wasn’t immune to his own shadow’s ministrations. Abruptly, Alastor doubled over. Warmth spread through his lower abdomen as he felt all the blood in his body rush south. Alastor’s eyebrows shot up in shock, eyes blown wide as he looked down into his lap. “What just happened..?” Alastor asked himself. His voice fell flat from his usually staticky tone, utterly dumbfounded as to why his body began to betray him. The heat in his belly grew, as did the ache in his groin. Alastor’s face flushed a deep crimson, complimenting his hair nicely as his breaths became labored. “F-Fuck…” He scored his bottom lip with his teeth, drawing blood as his cock twitched with need beneath his pants. Alastor’s nails dug deep into his desk, leaving deep scratch marks as his hips jolted up involuntarily. The need for release was almost painful, and he craved any sort of friction he could get at that moment. 

Alastor took in a shaky breath, attempting to regain his composure. His mind was reeling, but he tried to focus. That’s when he noticed, his shadows went astray. “I rather hate when this happens,” Alastor spat through gritted teeth. He swallowed thickly before standing on shaky legs. He took one last breath before storming out of his radio tower. The need for release was suppressed momentarily as the desire to punish those pesky shadows outweighed. 

As for you, the shadow continued its teasing pace. Each time you got close to the edge the shadow would stop entirely. Dragging out your much-needed orgasm and causing you to feel more desperate than ever. You craved release more than anything. Your mind was fuzzy, all you could focus on was the pleasure Alastor's shadow granted you. The only thing holding you up was one of the shadow's slender arms wrapped around your midsection. If not for that, your shaky legs surely would have given out by now.

Before your mind could catch up, the bedroom door slammed open. In an instant, the shadow that had been toying with you was gone. You dropped to the floor, eyes flickering open to comprehend what had happened. That's when your gaze fell upon Alastor. Embarrassment coursed through your veins at the sight of your lover. "A-Alastor..." Your voice was hoarse from all the whines that slipped past your lips only moments ago. 

Alastor ushered to your side immediately. His gaze was full of worry as you watched a bead of sweat cascade down his forehead. "Oh dear, this certainly wasn't what I expected my shadow to be up to," He trailed off, the static in his voice laced with shame. Alastor grasped your hands in his before tugging you up off the floor. Your legs were still uneasy as you placed your hands atop your lover's shoulders to stabilize yourself. 

"Wait... don't tell me you... didn't know?" Your bottom lip quivered as you avoided Alastor's intense gaze. You felt the tears well up in your eyes before he grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His other hand sat firmly on your hip, not wanting you to lose your footing. "My darling, I am so... please, forgive me for this vulgar display presented by my shadow. I had no clue that it was tormenting you until... my body became receptive. But not to worry, that wretched shadow will be punished."

The tears fell freely down your cheeks at his words. In a way, you felt rejected by your lover, and you felt stupid for even thinking he desired you in that way. How pathetic, you thought. Alastor wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. His heart ached in his chest upon seeing you in such a fragile state. "How laughable, I really thought this was intentional. Ah, I feel so embarssed... I think I should be the one apologizing, Al," You sniffled, dropping your hands down to your sides, putting a bit of distance between Alastor and yourself.

His expression turned into one of perplexity until it all clicked in his mind. Alastor felt a knot in his stomach. His darling felt rejected by him because she assumed her desires weren't reciprocated. Little did you know, his shadows mirrored his deepest needs. So, your assumption couldn't have been further from the truth. Ah, just what was he to do to mend this?

"Nonsense, dearest. You don't need to be sorry for a single thing. Please, don't feel ashamed. The reason I apologized was because I assumed my shadow forced itself onto you. But to my better understanding, you enjoyed the pleasure it gave you," Alastor's voice deepened. Voice crackling with that signature radio static. His crimson gaze raked over your frame. He felt heat swirl within his lower abdomen once more at the sight of your disheveled state. 

Your panties were pooling at your ankles, and the flimsy straps of your nightgown draped down your shoulders. Alastor didn't fail to notice the slick trailing down your inner thighs, nor the way your legs shook with need. "I really enjoyed it, Al..." You sniffled, a small frown painting your features. Alastor's grip around your waist tightened as the hand caressing your cheek began to trail lower. "Oh my little doe, the feeling is mutual," Alstor whispered, grasping your wrist before guiding your palm to the front of his trousers. A gasp slipped past your lips at the feeling of your lover's hard cock straining against his pants. "You see, my shadows share the same desires as I. They are a part of me, after all," He continued, large palm dwarfing the back of your hand as he pressed you further into his crotch. 

Alastor let out a strangled groan at the much-needed friction, and the sound alone had you dripping with need. "What made you think I wouldn't want to absolutely ravish you? You truly believe fucking you hasn't crossed my mind countless times, hm?" You bit your lip at his words, squeezing your thighs together. Alastor let out a low chuckle, and before you could process it, he ushered you both to the bed. A breath escaped you as your back hit the mattress. In no time, Alastor was crawling on top of you, his slender thighs caging you underneath him. He dipped his face low, nose nearly brushing against yours. "Well, use your words, darling." 

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you gazed into his frenzied gaze. His eyes were half-lidded, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. "N-No! I... I just thought that-" Alastor brought a finger to your lips, shushing you softly. "You thought wrong, my dearest. This isn't quite what I had in mind for our first time, but alas," Alastor's large palms trailed down your body. He pushed your thighs apart with ease, slotting himself between them. A gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his clothed erection pressing deeply into your exposed pussy. You were sure you had left a wet patch at the front of his pants from his gesture, but you couldn't care less. 

Alastor's gaze never once left yours. He drank up your expressions. The way your lips parted as another whimper escaped your throat was simply adorable to him. Alastor pushed your nightgown higher up your thighs and over your torso before skillfully ridding you of the garment entirely. "My, my... you are quite a sight for sore eyes. I could just eat you up," He inched his way down the bed, still gazing into your eyes as he laid flat on his stomach from beneath your legs. Alastor hooked your thighs over his shoulders, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. Pulling moans from your lips and causing you to drip even more with need. His sinful tongue wasted no time delving into your folds. A deep groan escaped Alastor's throat as he tasted you for the very first time. You were absolutely divine, his new favorite flavor.

Alastor dipped his wicked tongue into your needy hole, lapping up all of your slick before trailing higher. The moment his tongue teased at your clit, you were thrashing with pleasure. Without thinking, your hands flickered to the top of Alastor's head. Your fingers wrapped around his growing antlers, holding onto them for dear life as your lover devoured you. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure he was granting you was heavenly; ironically so. You were close, and you craved release more than anything. The moment Alastor wrapped his lips around your clit, giving your nub a strong suck, you were done for. Your orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure reaching its peak as your thighs tightened around your lover's head. "A-Alastor!" Your vision went fuzzy as he worked you through your high, only pulling back when he felt your thighs relax. 

As you caught your breath, Alastor knelt between your legs. He swiftly undid his belt before tugging his trousers low enough down his thighs for his cock to spring free. "You see what you do to me, my dearest? You make me lose my composure, so you're going to have to take responsibility." He quipped, gazing down at you like you were his prey. The sight of his throbbing cock made you clench around nothing. You needed him inside you more than you needed air. Your mind was so fuzzy as you nodded your head in agreement, sitting up slightly to grasp your lover's cock at the base. Alastor let out a low moan as you leisurely stroked him. "I take full responsibility, I promise I'll make it up to you," You babbled, wrapping your free hand around the back of Alastor's neck, successfully pulling him on top of you. Your hand that grasped his length lined the ruddy tip of his cock up to your entrance. Alastor's breath hitched before he whispered, "Oh I know you will, my good girl." 

With that, Alastor pushed his hips forward. Slowly, he sunk into you inch by inch. "F-Fuck... you are squeezing me so tightly..." The stretch was delightful, your lover filled you perfectly. It's like you were made for one another. The moment his balls came flush against the underside of your pussy, you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding onto. Alastor's gaze held so much fondness for you, that it made your heart flutter. "Such a sweet little thing, taking me to the hilt with ease. You're mine, all mine." Alastor proclaimed before capturing your lips with his for the first time tonight. He poured all his emotions into the embrace, and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands came up to card through his two-toned locks. Alastor's tongue swiped along your bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Without a second thought, you allowed him to invade your mouth. You whined against his lips as your fingers found his ears. You felt Alastor's cock twitch wildly from where he was nestled deep inside your warm wet heat. His head shot back in pleasure, breaking away from the kiss as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears. 

The moan he let out was obscene, making your walls flutter around his length. Alastor's gaze darkened tremendously when his eyes met yours again. "I hope you know I won't be holding back after that, my darling. It seems as though my self-control went amiss," He paused, delivering a quick but shallow thrust. A moan was ripped from you as Alastor ground his pelvis into yours, keeping himself deep inside you. "But you're such a sweet little thing, you can take it. Right, my darling?" Alastor quipped, still grinding his hips into yours. Your breath was labored as you tried to regain some semblance of composure. Just enough to answer your lover. "Y-Yes! I can take it- I promise!" You blurted out desperately as you pushed your hips into his, solidifying your words. Alastor let out a half chuckle half moan. It crackled deep within his chest before he brought his face to yours, lips ghosting over one another. "Good girl." With that, Alastor began fucking into you with reckless abandon. His hips pistoned into you hard and quick as deep grunts and groans slipped out of him. You held onto his antlers once more as your lover fucked you senseless.

With each drag of his hips, the tip of his cock prodded at your sweet spot. You were seeing stars. Alastor's hands began to wander as his pace quickened, and your back arched as he tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your pussy tightened around him like a vise as he toyed with your other nipple. His crimson gaze memorized every reaction you had, making his head spin. Alastor's hands quickly came down to your thighs, pushing them up toward your chest. He shuddered as his cock reached deeper inside you than ever before. You were an absolute mess underneath him, but you took Alastor's rough treatment nicely. Just as you promised. "My, my! You're making quite a mess of our sheets darling. My pants are practically soaked with your arousal too! How naughty, I didn't know my darling was this desperate for my cock." His teasing only pushed you closer to your next release, and he knew it. Alastor could fucking feel it. Experimentally, he brought the pad of his thumb down to your clit. Your breath hitched as he began circling your puffy nub. His pace inside you was brutal, but his movements against your clit were painfully slow, making your legs shake wildly from the conflicting sensations. 

"Please, please, please!" You begged, tightening your grasp around his antlers as you pushed your hips into his, meeting his ruthless thrusts halfway. Alastor let out a dark chuckle. The static crackle rang through your ears as he began circling your clit faster. "Please? Please, what, darling?" He teased, slowing his hips slightly so you could get your words out. You let out a small whimper before blurting out, "Please, my love- can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock!" A flush spread to Alastor's cheeks, all the way down his neck from your words. How vulgar, he thought. His cock twitched wildly from within your inviting walls as he fucked into you with vigor, balls slapping against the underside of your pussy, causing lewd sounds to fill the room. "So filthy, my doe. Cum then. Let me feel you try to milk me for all I'm worth." His words were all you needed to cause the coil from deep within your tummy to snap. A throaty whine escaped you as you thrashed wildly against the sheets. Your legs twitched as you came all over your lover's cock. But this orgasm felt different than any other you had before. Your eyes shot down to where Alastor and yourself were connected, and that's when you noticed it. You were squirting. Alastor's eyes widened in shock, the sight of you cumming harshly underneath him pushed him impossibly close to his own release. You hardly had a moment to recover from your orgasm when you felt Alastor swelling from deep inside you. 

"You're going to take my seed like the good little doe you are. I'm going to breed you, mark you so no one ever dares to take what's mine." Alastor manically babbled. The possessive side of him always got you all hot and bothered. With each passing thrust, his knot swelled more and more until he could barely move from deep inside you. Alastor let out a strangled moan as he stilled, finally releasing his load deep within your cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of being filled up by your lover. There was so much. Each twitch of his cock pumped another thick load of cum inside your greedy heat. Alastor must have really been pent up, you thought. He gritted his teeth as the last of his load spilled into you. Alastor collapsed on top of you as his knot began to deflate, and his cock softened inside you. "Alastor... that was amazing." You chuckled breathlessly as your lover slipped out of your warmth. He rolled off of you before standing beside the bed. You watched as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing before he scooped you up into his arms bridal style. "You are perfection, my dear! I'm delighted to know I was able to satisfy your deepest desires." 

Your arms tightened around the back of his neck as Alastor made quick strides toward your private bathroom. He placed you atop the sink countertop before turning to fill the tub. "I didn't know that you, uh-" Heat rushed to your face as you tried to find the words, suddenly feeling rather bashful. Alastor finished adding the bubbles before turning to face you once more. He slotted himself between your parted thighs from where you sat atop the sink countertop, giving you a teasing look as his hands rubbed your sides. "That I...? What, darling?" He knew what you were trying to say, but he wanted to hear you say it for himself. You puffed out your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his slender neck, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. Alastor chuckled against your lips before you blurted out, "I didn't know that you- had a... that you could knot... me." You let out a gasp as Alastor picked you up once more. Slowly lowering you into the tub before joining you. "Oh, my darling, there are many things you don't know about me! Maybe next time you'll get to experience more of my... surprises." 

[alastorss]

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Not me back on my BS 👀

Imagine being Alastor's wife in life and thinking you had the perfect husband even if he was a little distant most of the time. Then he goes missing, and you spend your entire life searching for him despite everyone around you wanting you to move on

When you die and become an angel you just assume that you'll see beloved Alastor again only to be confused that you can't find him. So you spend your afterlife roaming heaven in search of your husband.

It never crossed your mind that Alastor wasn't in heaven.

Until you find out about Adam and his exorcist army going to hell every year, and then you're stuck with the uncomfortable idea that your husband might be a demon. So you find a way to sneak down into hell during the extermination.

You almost regret the decision once you see the carnage and horror happening around you but you're determined to find Alastor. You don't even care that you're stranded in hell once the extermination is over, you had to know if he was down here.

You're easy prey for demons, so you have to do your best to be discreet about your true nature while you try to get information about Alastor. Only to find yourself surprised and confused when people talk about The Radio Demon instead.

"That couldn't be my husband..."

Your husband was kind, gentle, and warm with you while this Radio Demon sounded cruel, manipulative, and cold-hearted. The idea of these two Alastors being one and the same was baffling to you.

But despite your denial, all the facts lead to back to this overlord, a princess and a hotel... so for the sake of your sanity, you decide to find this hotel and put your fears to rest. You hide your angelic features as best you can and head out with your heart in your throat.

The hotel is beautiful and grand yet a bit creepy feeling, it's also rather empty despite it's large size. You feel swallowed up by it as you step inside, looking around for any sign of your Alastor but finding none.

You're just about to turn around and leave, satisfied that this lead was a dead end when suddenly a tall blonde demon woman in a red suit stops you, all smiles and giddiness. Somewhere in between excited squeals and being dragged around by your arm you manage to catch her name.

"You're Charlie..? As in-"

"OH! Don't let that silly title intimidate you! I'm here to help!"

She starts showing you around the hotel and introducing you to the staff and other guests, obviously assuming you're there to stay.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but I'm not here to be a guest... I'm looking for my husband and heard he might be here."

"You're husband? Well, I'm sorry but you've already met everybody here except for Alastor-"

"What about me~?"

You immediately recognize the voice behind the static, turning to see your husband-The Radio Demon-your Alastor-

He takes you in slowly, his smile faltering every so slightly-more of a twitch really- and his eyes widening in surprise once he realizes you're standing in front of him

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

You're already walking towards him quickly, drawn to him like a magnet and forgetting all about pretending to be a sinner, wrapping your arms around him as you try not to cry with happiness.

"I've missed you so much, Alastor....I never stopped looking for you-this has to be a mistake why weren't you in heaven? I thought I'd see you again after I died but then you weren't there either and-I had to find you!"

He's stiff and awkward at first, hyper aware of your audience and baffled by your angelic appearance. How did you even get down here?? You didn't belong here-why did you try to find him?

Alastor grabs your arms and makes to push you away but one look at your watery eyes and he melts just like when you two were alive. He suddenly pulls you in tighter instead and refuses to look anybody in the eyes, instead focusing on you.

His wife, his innocent wife who had forced her way into his heart back when he was alive was here in his arms. She left heaven to come find a man who had only married her for the sake of keeping up appearances and stayed with her because she made him feel...something close to love...(it was love) (was not) (was too)

You had no business being in hell, not when there were so many ways you could get hurt down here. So many different ways he could hurt you... So Alastor nuzzled his head into your hair, breathed in your scent and pulled away from you.

Sharp claws scraped against your chin as he forced you to look into eyes that were once so familiar to you, his grip loosened slightly as you cupped his cheek. Even now that his true nature was revealed to you, you were unafraid and enamored with him.

"You should've stayed in heaven, my dear. As much as I have missed you as well... you don't belong down here-"

"I belong with you, I'm not leaving when I only just found you again!"

Your stubbornness when it came to him was always something he had liked about you, he was glad to see you still had it. At a loss for how to send you home and some part of him missing your company, Alastor decided to make a selfish decision.

"Alright my dear, you can stay down here and rot with the rest of us if you wish~ But I must warn you~"

Your relief is cut short when he suddenly pulls you in close by your waist, sharp teeth snarling at you in a twisted evil smile as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

"Warn me about what..?"

Alastor pulls you in a bit closer, lips nearly touching yours when suddenly he drops you and you barely manage to catch yourself. He's chuckling and walking away from you, a mean side to him that you've never seen before.

"You're going to have to deal with the real me now, I do so hope you can handle it~"

Spoiler alert: Wifey can match his freak just fine once she gets the hang of how things work 😏 but he's gotta try not to fall for her~

Ugh had this idea in my head for awhile where wifey is an angel who sneaks into hell to find Alastor but has to come to terms with the fact that he's MEAN 😡 and Alastor has to keep up the mean persona because all he wants is to spoil and coddle wifey but HES NOT IN LOVE HE SWEARS HE WAS ONLY USING HER AND ALL THESE FEELING AND URGES ARE JUST SECOND NATURE FROM MANIPULATING HER FEELINGS

Then maybe a part 2 where wifey realizes that a lot of their relationship is one-sided and she left eternal paradise to be with this jerk but oops- Alastor realizes how whipped he is for her and that he actually loves her

☺️

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀SUCKIN' THEM OFF ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. toys usage. edging. oral sex. masturbation. praise kink. sub/dom reader. anal play. sub lucifer because I love him. vox using his hypnosis on you for a short minute. ill check this in a few hours after some sleep. #summary : title says it all; in which you suck em off during different occasions. #note : been busier with uni lately, not gonna post that often for a couple weeks. male reader will be out soon as per a request I received, I started writing this before the ask came in

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer's thighs could practically be inked by your hand from how hard you're clawing onto him. he's seated on the edge of your bed while you're kneeling between his legs on the floor, his length enveloped nicely by the warmth of your mouth. you draw a groan from him by swirling your tongue around his cock, his fingers tangling with your hair further with a tug. he sucks in a shaky breath, face flushed as he tilts his head back.

you hum softly, hollowing your cheeks and moving your head ever so slowly. you feel the tip brush against the back of your throat, the sensation causing you to moan around him. lucifer shudders from the vibration, his groans gradually growing into soft moans and whimpers. hearing him being so vocal strikes a chord in your chest, tempting you to go further into pleasing him and watch him break under your hands.

with a grin, you you remove your mouth from him which earns a whine from him as he briefly opens his eyes to look at you. “why’d you stop..” lucifer breathes out heavily, his chest heaving as he speaks. you don’t reply, pushing two digits past your damp lips and into your mouth, coating them with saliva. the angel watches you with confusion as you push his leg up onto the bed with your free hand while remaining kneeled on the ground.

that confusion did not last long. he didn't get the chance to even speak before you plunged the two fingers into him, your saliva working as a lubricant. a sharp gasp tumbles from lucifer's lips from the sudden stretch, his upper body falling further onto the bed until his arm weakly catches himself. he watches as you thrust your fingers in and out of him, bringing your lips closer to his twitching cock, and placing a kiss on his leaking tip.

you take your time drawing noises out from lucifer with kitten licks and kisses before slowly taking him in your mouth once again, sinking down until you have him fully in your mouth. you use your other hand to keep his legs spread open, increasing the pace of your fingers while working your mouth on his cock. the pleasure that he receives is amazing, so much so that his body visibly trembles as his moans grow.

lucifer's arms give out, and his upper body plops onto the bed with a thud. his back arches off the plush bed while simultaneously pressing the back of his hand onto his mouth, feeling himself approach closer to unraveling, blabbering about how overstimulated he feels to you.

"cum f' me, pretty boy?" you mumble just loud enough for him to hear before taking him whole in your mouth again, your words triggering the coil in his stomach. you feel hot strings of thick liquid shoot down your throat, your ears filled with the sweet, loud noises of your partner. you carry on swiping your tongue around the base of his cock until he's done and remove your fingers from him.

you keep his release on your tongue while removing his cock from your mouth, climbing up from between his legs to hover yourself above him; you make it visible to him when you swallow to watch his face burn up instantly. shooting him a smile, it's obvious that you're not done with him just yet.

ʚ ALASTOR .

it's near impossible to focus yourself to work your mouth on alastor's cock, not when he's having his face buried in between your legs as you lay on him. having a long tongue compared to the others has always been a win for alastor, able to reach sensitive areas inside of you with his mere tongue and watch your body twitch. you blink away tears that found their way to gather around your eyes from pleasure, attempting to steady your breathing in order to properly work your mouth.

the moment you fully take him into your mouth, he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh and sucks on the skin until he leaves dark marks. his grasp on your legs is hard and so does yours on his. your nails dig deep into his flesh, moaning while moving your head, the heat and dampness of your mouth engulfing his length that throbs from the feeling.

"carry on with your task, my dear." alastor speaks when he notices that you stopped moving your head just to bite back moans. his grin grows when he hears your small mumble of curses under your breath before taking him in again; he almost instantly plunges two fingers into you once you do so. your body twitches from the sudden shot of pleasure, moaning as your hips involuntarily push back to have his digits enter deeper.

his groans grow, feeling the amount of vibration that is sent coursing through his body from you moaning around his cock. it's rare to even hear him being this vocal, and you want more of it. taking advantage of his fingers thrusting into you, you don't hold back any moans and whimpers that climb up from your throat. the radio demon would occasionally curl his fingers inside of you, causing a jerk at your hips every time.

alastor doesn't keep a steady pace, often slowing down and picking up the pace of his fingers at random times. his hips sometimes buckle further into your mouth, tilting his head back deeper into the pillow he lay on from pleasure.

his voice is shaky as he speaks, "close- fuck, so close." his clawed fingers could almost draw blood out of your skin from his tightened grip. you give his cock an exaggerated suck after hearing his words, knowing exactly how to snap the coil in his stomach faster. his breath is hot against your thighs. with a thrust of his hips, strings of hot liquid shoots down your throat as he curses.

you reduce the pace of your head, allowing him to ride out his orgasm while you gather every drop of his release, not wasting a single bit. once you feel that he calmed down, you pull away and swallow, tasting the slightly salty and bitter taste sitting on your tastebuds. as you attempt to pull the fingers that are nestled inside of you and turn around, alastor holds you in place firmly and roughly thrusts his fingers into you.

you cry from pleasure, your head dropping onto his thigh as you look at him through the space between your legs; his smugness is painfully visible.

"oh no. not so fast, darling."

ʚ VOX .

"doing so good for me, mm?" vox coaxes, his voice gentle compared to the grip he has on your hair. you whine at his words, the tip of his cock practically bruising that one spot at the back of your throat from the pace he's having you work on him. you lap your tongue around the base, closing your eyes in hopes of stopping your gag reflex from having him so deep down your throat.

light chattering and sometimes even yelling could be heard outside of his office. demons are constantly walking by the doors that lead to the wide room that both of you are in; you're aware of this, of course, considering how he called for you in the middle of a busy working hour plainly because he wants his cock in your mouth. needy vox in the middle of work has slowly become a normal occurrence for you now.

you shudder from the vibration of vibrators being strapped around your inner thigh, strapped so close to where your sensitive area is. vox requested for you to strap them onto yourself the moment you stepped into his office, two strings hanging off his finger while he pointed your way. your thighs rub together, the friction drawing a moan from you.

vox leans back against his office chair, head tilting back to rest against the headrest. your teary gaze shifts from his wrinkled, loose outfit to his gaze that has been focused on you from above. meeting your gaze, a grin stretches onto his lips as he allows a groan from him to return your small plea. feeling satisfied, you carry on sucking him off while your drool travels down from his inner thigh down to his leather chair.

you can feel that he's close from the way he tugs on your hair harder than before, your scalp burning so much that it feels numb. you whine both from the pain and his size in your mouth, your jaw growing sore after being stretched open for a period of time. noticing this, vox gives your hair a light tug as he closes his eyes. your gaze lands on his screen, watching as his eyes re-open to reveal a red and black spiral, hypnotizing you.

your body freezes for a short second before it continues to what you were doing before this, obediently allowing vox to unravel while remaining inside of your mouth. he knows you're aware of his actions, and that you absolutely love it when he does it. you pull away from him as the hypnosis fades, blinking while his cum stays on your tongue. vox lifts your face up by the chin with a finger, pushing his thumb past your lips to feel the thick liquid that sits there.

you swallow, the warmth traveling down your throat slowly. your tongue swirls around his thumb, parting your lips to show that the liquid is no longer in your mouth. the demon hums at the sight, a hand moving to pat his lap; a signal for you to sit.

"come up and sit here for me, will you?"

ʚ VALENTINO .

valentino's limo drives through street after street in town, the area bustling with demons all around. he promised vox and velvette a nice place for dinner, yet you're here pleasuring him by fucking his cock into your mouth as per his request. the shaky car makes it harder to do so compared to when you're in a room instead, the tip constantly hits your throat with no mercy.

the inside of the limo is dim after you requested for him to turn off his bright, flashy lights. valentino agreed to do so unwillingly since he preferred to have them stay on, claiming them as iconic. but he turned them off in the end, complying with your request so you'd feel more comfortable while having a heated session with him in the vehicle at the very least.

that's not all, though. you also have a dildo stretching your gummy walls open so nicely, the unsteady movements of the limo allowing it to stimulate the specific spot that's buried inside of you. your fingers grip his coat tightly, uncontrollable moans continuously spilling from your mouth, muffled by his cock filling your mouth to the brim. valentino lets out a chuckle, a hand from his lower pair of arms holding your head by your hair.

"we're almost at the restaurant, cariño. gonna finish yourself off along with me?" you nod weakly, hips moving to thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. a hand of yours snakes down to hold the toy in place, your mouth never removing itself from his cock. your eyes close shut while tears gather from pleasure, hand gradually switching to ram the toy into yourself with a quicker pace.

you clench around the dildo, the grith of it drawing an excessive amount of noise from you as you suck valentino off. he curses from the pleasure, legs quivering ever so slightly with a buckle of his hips. he lost track of where the limo has headed to until the vehicle came to a halt, his eyes turning to gaze outside the window. vox and velvette are both visible sitting by the restaurant window.

he mumbles for you to keep going; it doesn't seem like he's in a hurry at all. you do as he says, wanting to finish this as soon as possible despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. you don't want to have any one of them call valentino and ask about his whereabouts, knowing how he'll straight up tell them that you're not done milking him in his limo.

he gives your hair a slight tug, taking a long drag from his cigarette before speaking as pink smoke escapes through his lips. "those two can wait, we're staying here until we're done."

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[flangore]

i don't usually share my art because i'm shy but he's been on my mind. for weeks now. going insane.

[okay-babe]

Imagine alastor thinks his wife is just the most perfect, angelic being he’s ever met, so he’s downright shocked to fight out she also ended up in hell going “yeah I killed a man once” (he falls even more in love)

A Good Thing, Indeed

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, angelic reader, protective/possessive alastor, brief human alastor x human reader, fluff, very mild angst note: I went a little overboard with this one, but I hope you enjoy, anon <3 Find a sequel (of sorts) to this fic, here.

Alastor had never quite understood how someone like him had ended up with a woman like you.

You were soft and understanding, utterly ceaseless in your kindness and love of near anyone who crossed your path, a true saint to be sure.

Alastor on the other hand, had always been quite the opposite.

Where you were soft, your lover was unyielding, where you were understanding, he was impatient, and when it came to the capacity for kindness and love within his heart, many would have gone on record stating that there was much to be desired in that regard.

Yet, even still, you chose him, and he, you.

Every. Single. Time.

It was as if the two of you were meant to be.

The proud and charismatic up and coming host of a brand new radio show, and the modest and soft spoken kindergarten teacher that was ever present upon his arm.

To Alastor, you were everything and more, and whether he was willing to admit it aloud or not, he all but worshiped the very ground that you walked upon.

There was so very little worth caring for in a world like the one that he lived in, and yet there you were, a shining beacon of light and hope to keep him from losing his mind over it all (well, at least in part, though he knew deep down that a portion had been missing since long before you'd made your way into his life).

For all of this, Alastor praised you and your love ceaselessly, his appreciation for your union a vast and endless thing that filled him with a sense of pride stronger than any other he'd felt before.

And how could it not?

You were his wife.

You!

The beautiful kindergarten teacher who worked in the public school just down the street from his broadcasting station, the one with the smile that lit up a room and the laugh that could make a man blush.

The one with the students who sung her praises to their parents during pick up and the coworkers turned friends who would utterly gush about her at even the briefest mention of her name.

You.

The woman that no one believed had gotten New Orleans' most prominent radio host to settle down after only just a year of courting, and whose stunning church wedding had been the talk of the town.

You were perfect, you were lovely, and the sweetest part of it all was that you bore his last name.

And oh, what whiplash that must have caused for those who hadn't known of your courtship earlier on. It nearly sent Alastor into a tizzy just imagining it.

The sweet, adoring woman that your son calls his teacher is also the wife of the ever unreadable and notably cold radio host from just down the street that scarcely any could say they truly knew?

How scandalous! Whatever is a woman like her doing with a man like him?!

Well, the answer, quite honestly, was being doted upon nigh endlessly.

If you wanted for even the smallest of things, it would be yours in an instant, and if you desired even the most useless of luxuries, he would have spared no expense to have it in your hands by the end of the day.

And even beyond that, there was the persistent desire to stay by your side, his presence always guaranteed the very moment you mentioned want for it.

An ice cream social at the school where you'd be meeting your new students and their parents? Alastor was there, conversing politely with a few mothers on the difficulties of parenting (in spite of his notable lack of children), making nearly everyone wonder what the hell a famous radio host was doing at the local elementary school.

Visiting Mimzy at her slightly sleazy little lounge in the shadier side of the city? Alastor was there, dressed to the nines, looking immensely out of place as you danced the night away with your friends (and him of course) to your little heart's content.

His love for you was nearly as endless as yours was for the very world beneath your feet, and in spite of himself he couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper in love at every borderline naive action you took.

You want to buy that man a drink because he looks lonely? Certainly darling, your husband would be happy to scare him off all night as the fool tries to make unwanted advances at you that he thinks are warranted thanks to your kindness.

You want to pick a fight with the burly man whose house is on your walk to work because he's been shouting cruel things at his dog nearly every morning for the past several weeks? Oh of course, just let Alastor prepare to use his most unsettling smile while he reaches for the leather sheathed knife he keeps attached to his belt so he can wordlessly threaten the oaf without you ever even realizing.

And so, knowing all of that and having lived such a love-filled few years at your side, how could Alastor ever have believed he might one day see you again once he came to in Hell shortly after his demise?

The short answer was, he couldn't.

And though he would never have been willing to admit such a thing aloud, it utterly shattered a portion of his heart to know he would never see your sweet smile or hear your perfect laugh ever again.

And to imagine what your reaction may have been once the police had informed you of all that he had done?

Well, he tried his best not to.

Because while he couldn't bring himself to regret those he had killed and the things he had done, he did regret having been left with no choice but to keep such a thing from you and leave you with such a mess upon his death.

Certainly you had deserved better, that much he knew.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do about that now.

Or, at least, that's what he had led himself to believe.

Until one day, he'd been broken out of his typical morning routine of brewing his black coffee and digging into a freshly caught deer by the sound of knocking at his door.

There were very few people who knew of where Alastor lived at this point, with him being multiple years removed from life and having firmly cemented himself within society as a powerful and merciless overlord, so honestly it hadn't come as very much of a surprise when he opened the door and found an old friend waiting rather impatiently on the other side.

Mimzy.

Having arrived in Hell not very long after the radio host, the former flapper, (who he had actually met through you), had become a familiar face throughout the past few years as he'd tried to grow accustomed to life without his darling wife at his side.

It was nice, in a way, to have that reminder of you near when he wished for it to be, and so he allowed the sinner to call him something like a friend and offered her protection when it was convenient enough for him that it didn't prove to be a hassle.

Although, today of all days the overlord was certainly a little less than pleased to see Mimzy's familiar face at his doorstep, and he was reasonably certain that she knew why that was.

It was your former anniversary after all, and today would have been your tenth year of marriage had he only lived long enough to reach such a landmark achievement with you.

A smile, strained and thin, descended upon his lips, and, in spite of his feelings, Alastor remained as cordial as ever, albeit rather cold with his words.

"Mimzy, my dear! How wonderful to see you! Whatever could possibly be so important as to have you at my door on a day like today?"

There was a certain level of threat to his tone that no doubt left the woman standing before him floundering for a few seconds, before finally, she mustered up her reply, her smile ever so slightly less confident than before.

"Alastor, just the fella that I was lookin' for!"

The sinner began, placing her right hand upon her hip as she inspected the condition of the nails on her left,

"Now I know ya like to be left alone and all on days like this, but I've got a surprise for ya back at my place that I promise you're gonna wanna see a-s-a-p."

She said with her typical air of confidence, immediately causing the Radio Demon to roll his eyes in response, his facade of interest slipping ever so slightly before he seemed to catch himself once more, ever the gentleman.

"Oh do you now? Well, as utterly transfixed as I am over this little mystery of yours, I'm afraid that I just don't have the time to stop by today. Lot's of things to prepare for the upcoming broad-"

"Alastor."

Mimzy said sternly, cutting the overlord in question off rather uncharacteristically with a glare of her own.

"I know damn well that you don't got nothin' planned for the day, so don't you start fibbin', mista, I can see right through ya!"

She began, quickly changing the subject when she seemed to recall exactly who she was talking to at the increasing sound of static.

"Look, I didn't come here to argue with ya or nothin', so you do whatever it is that you wanna do. I just wanted to come over and warn ya that if you don't come by for a visit by the end of the day you're gonna feel like a real fool, okay?"

She emphasized her warning with a dramatized raise of her brow before she grinned rather wickedly and stepped down off of his doorstep, wiggling her fingers in a teasing little wave as she climbed into the back of the very same taxi she must have used to get to his dwellings in the first place.

"I'll see ya around dollface!"

She called out as the car pulled away, leaving Alastor with quite a few more questions than he'd had upon her already unplanned arrival.

What a fantastic start to one's day.

By the time that Alastor made the decision to actually stop by Mimzy's lounge, it was already dark outside, the subtle chirping of crickets reminding him briefly of home as he walked toward his destination, ever a fan of the more simplistic methods of transportation.

He thought of the sounds of crickets and all of the moments with you that their seemingly endless chirps had backed until their sounds faded away with the increasing sounds of the busier section of the city, wherein Mimzy's place was located.

Just as sleazy and sketchy as it had been above, so it was below, and Alastor felt a sudden sense of longing and familiarity as he stepped inside, the smell of cigarettes and the sound of ever so slightly out of tune jazz music reminding him of his days of swing dancing with you on the cracked dance floor of the place Mimzy had owned and operated in life.

The Radio Demon had only just begun to contemplate what you might have thought of a place like this one when suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call out his name, and he turned to find the lounge's owner walking quickly toward him, a wide grin that nearly rivaled his own splitting her cheeks.

"Well would you look who it is, Alastor the Radio Demon here in my lil' lounge, what a lucky lady I must be!"

Mimzy teased as she shouted over the obnoxiously loud music, immediately forcing the man in question to hold back another instinctual roll of his eyes.

"Oh, nonsense, I should think that luck has very little to do with it, my dear."

Alastor drawled, dragging his gaze downward to find his friend standing there, all but vibrating upon her feet, clearly excited by something, though he couldn't quite fathom what in Hell it could possibly be.

That is, until he heard another familiar voice pipe up from somewhere behind him, this one far less anticipated than the last, and by a rather significant margin at that.

"Mimzy?"

It called, an edge of stress to it that had the corners of the overlord's smile twitching downward ever so slightly for the briefest of moments.

Alastor watched as the ex flapper standing before him grinned widely in response to his barely noticeable reaction, her eyes shining as she allowed the person speaking to continue with their question.

"Who did you say the whiskey on the rocks was for?"

The lounge's owner hopped up onto a stool beside where she had been standing, gesturing to the space at the bar near where Alastor was still firmly planted, the ears atop his head twitching ever so slightly as they took in the sound of a voice he'd never thought he'd hear again for the very first time since he'd awoken with them camouflaged within his hair.

"Right here, doll. Speakin' of which, why dontcha c'mere and meet one of my regulars, huh?"

She asked as casually as she could manage, gesturing slightly for the still reeling sinner standing beside the bar to take a seat, which, to her surprise, he actually did, eyes seeking out the source of the voice he was hearing as if in utter disbelief.

And then, much to his shock, there you were.

Sure, you looked different as a sinner, but he would recognize you anywhere, and it certainly helped that your beautiful smile was the very same as he remembered it to be whenever he closed his eyes and found you there waiting for him.

Busy with what was likely a fairly large number of orders that your fellow bartender seemed to be doing very little to try and keep up with, you didn't seem to notice him at first, walking quickly toward your old friend with a glass of whiskey in hand, moving to place it down in front of the ever so prominent Radio Demon absentmindedly when suddenly, you froze, your hand still wrapped around the chilled cup.

The two of you stared at one another for several long moments, eyes widened and breaths halting entirely, until finally Mimzy spoke up from Alastor's right, her laughter obnoxious beside his ear, though he could scarcely bring himself to care with his gaze locked so heavily onto yours.

"Happy anniversary, ya lovebirds! Didn't expect that, didja?!"

She all but cackled, causing you to break eye contact with your husband to gawk at your friend.

"Wait a second, you knew he was here the whole time and didn't tell me?!"

You cried, hand flying to your mouth as Alastor began to regard the woman sitting beside him with a hugely threatening glare, the frightfulness of which was only increased by his unyielding grin, which was beginning to appear more and more malicious by the second.

"Woah woah woah, hold your horses!"

Mimzy shouted, waving her hands all about as if in surrender as she looked back and forth between the two of you nervously,

"She only just got down here this mornin' I swear!"

She explained hurriedly to the overlord beside her, causing the man's eye to twitch with effort as he struggled not to tear his old friend limb from limb while her entire bar watched on in horror.

Alastor tapped one clawed finger against the bar in front of him, his sharpened teeth appearing even more threatening than usual at his apparent anger over the situation at hand.

"And you didn't think, my dear,"

He began, his voice low,

"That I may have wanted to know sooner?"

The sound of static overtook the lounge as the sinner's anger increased with each word he said, causing everyone, including those hired to play the live music, to flee out the front door, leaving the trio to their own devices within the confines of the now empty space.

This fact worked extremely well for Alastor, who was only growing more enraged with each passing second as he considered the implication of Mimzy's actions further.

Not only had this woman, someone who had dared call him a friend for so many years, betrayed him by keeping your presence unknown, but she had also clearly employed you at her poor excuse for a lounge, and was now acting as if she had done him a favor by allowing him to be in the presence of the very woman he'd married.

The urge to rip the sinner to shreds with his very own claws was immense, and perhaps he even would have done so had it not been for a gentle hand coming to rest upon his forearm, the weight of it felt even through his shirt and coat.

Immediately, he stiffened, the familiarity of the touch so jarring that his previous thoughts of murder ceased within an instant as he turned his head to face you properly.

There, illuminated by the dim and yellowed lights of the bar, stood his wife, a woman who he had never expected to see again after all that he had done.

What good deed must he have committed in life to deserve such a blessing as this?

Surely there was some kind of mistake and someone would be descending from the heavens to collect you soon, an angel sent to Hell on accident by way of some great failure on Saint Peter's fault.

Your husband stared at you for a few moments, as if afraid you might disappear if he so much as blinked, before finally, you spoke up, your lips curving into a slightly nervous smile.

"Let her explain?"

You asked gently, taking up the very same tone you used to when asking your beloved to make an exception to one of his many strict internalized rules for your benefit.

'Stay home with me?'

'Give him a chance?'

'A slightly less violent solution, perhaps?'

(the latter of which he'd heard more often than he was willing to admit).

And this time, as always, he caved almost immediately, giving a rather stern nod of his head before looking toward Mimzy with an obviously strained smile on his lips.

She didn't have long, that was for sure.

If she wanted to explain, she'd better do so quickly.

And that much must have been clear, because the ex flapper started talking just about as fast as she could manage while still remaining intelligible.

And what a tale she spun, indeed.

With hurried words and a remarkably nervous expression the likes of which neither you nor your husband had ever seen Mimzy wear before, the sinner apologized profusely for not telling either of you sooner, promising that she had only been trying to make it a surprise in celebration of your anniversary.

Apparently, she had vastly overestimated how persuasive she could be, and had assumed (rather incorrectly) that Alastor would be much more urgent in his arrival to her lounge after she'd paid him a visit, meaning she hadn't exactly intended to have kept the two waiting so long for the "grand reveal" of her surprise.

And, slowly but surely, as Mimzy explained her thought process, your confusion and your husband's apparent anger all but melted away, both reactions coming to be replaced with something located somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

How very like your friend it was to meddle in such a manner, after all.

You'd missed this.

(Alastor wished dearly that he could say the same, but having been stuck alone with it for several years, he couldn't quite relate.)

Still, even he had to admit that Mimzy's actions were something far more similar to misguided kindness than intentional ill will.

Though, there was still one issue that was still bothering him...

"Mimzy."

Alastor interrupted the sinner in the middle of her ramble, watching as she immediately shut her mouth and looked up at him, a familiar bout of nervous laughter falling from her lips as she wrung her hands together.

Seeing that she was paying attention, the overlord continued,

"I understand what you were going for with your..." He trailed off for a moment before hearing you pipe up from where you stood on the other side of the bar,

"Efforts."

How amusing, it seemed that even after years of separation, not even death could sever the almost supernatural ability you had to understand what your husband was trying to say before even he truly did.

Alastor nodded,

"Exactly. But that being said, I struggle to understand one thing."

He leaned toward his old friend slightly, watching her eyes widen as he did so, clearly unsure of what was going to happen next.

"Why, pray tell, my dear, is my wife spending her precious time working at your lounge if you had every intention of returning her to me?"

The possessive tone to his voice made you blush, eyes moving to the ground as you awaited Mimzy's response.

She was quick to answer.

"Great question, dollface!"

She laughed nervously,

"I uh, I guess I kinda figured she'd know if she was down here then you would be too, so I wanted to give her a little bit of a distraction... and maybe get some extra help for a few hours in the meantime."

She admitted quietly, though by the time she was finished speaking, Alastor wasn't paying her much mind anymore, his mind now occupied with what he considered to be a far more pressing issue.

Because now that Mimzy mentioned it...

"Dearest,"

He began, immediately catching your attention as he turned to face you fully, allowing you to take in the sight of him and his new "look" for the first time since your arrival.

You would be lying if you said you weren't a fan, as different as it may have been.

"Speaking of 'down here',"

Alastor continued, amusement dancing within his eyes,

"What exactly are you doing in a place like Hell?"

Your gaze moved downward once more at that, and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you tried to find anything else to focus on.

Eventually though, you gave up, and forced yourself to meet your husband's gaze once more.

"I uh, I killed a parent..."

You muttered under your breath, immediately causing Alastor's eyes to widen slightly in surprise, one of his ears twitching slightly atop his head.

"Pardon?"

He asked in utter disbelief, unable to even begin to comprehend what he was hearing.

You, his beautiful and darling wife, had killed a parent of one of the children you taught?

Utterly unbelievable, perish the thought.

You sighed, crossing your arms in a mix of embarrassment and frustration,

"I killed a parent, Al. Lucy and Arnold's father. He was beating on them and their mama something fierce, and I saw the opportunity to put a stop to it one night when walking over to the station after work... He went down the alley between the grocers and the tailor to take a shortcut home or something like that, and I just followed him before I even knew what was really going on..."

You sounded hesitant as you spoke, eyes downcast once more until without a word, your husband pressed his gloved index finger to your chin, raising your gaze to his own once more so you could see the utter awe present there.

He was positively enamored.

"You killed Harry Wells?"

He asked, shock still coloring his tone as he watched you for your reaction.

Slowly, after a few seconds of contemplation, you nodded, cheeks still pink as you did your best to keep from trying to avoid Alastor's heavy gaze.

"I uh, yeah. I did."

The overlord sitting across from you chuckled softly, a sound that slowly grew in volume and exuberance until he was laughing outright, the familiar sound music to your ears even as he sighed and wiped a tear from his eye afterward, something he had done often in life.

He grinned even wider at you than before, the pride in his eyes obvious as he shook his head as if still in disbelief.

"And to think,"

He began, reaching across the counter to grab both of your hands so he could pull you closer, your forearms resting against the bar countertop.

"I hadn't thought it possible to love you any more than I already did."

You laughed at that, pressing your forehead against your husband's with a sigh,

"Well in that case, I suppose it's a good thing that I have all of eternity to prove you wrong, huh?"

Alastor chuckled softly, humming as he took in the sight of you, as if trying to commit each individual detail to memory.

"A good thing, indeed, dear heart."

[jyoongim]

THE WAY U WRITE THE OLD RED DEMON MAN IS JUST SO NEKEKDKEOWB

Might I just add onto the seemingly continuous alastor requests. I'd love to see Alastor x Reader where reader is in heat and Al finds it pathetic but takes pity on them and helps anyway bc like poor thing can't even get their own instincts in control they're obviously hopeless

warnings: 18+!!!NSFW

You thought when you died you would be rid of hormones.

Periods were a pain while living, but this is was worst.

When you were alive, your periods plagued you with mood swings, random cravings, and pain.

Now that you were dead, you didn’t experience the dreadful red flood and raging mood swings; no. Now all you felt was unbelievably horny and needy.

And you hated it.

You usually carried yourself with confidence and elegance.

You usually liked to help around the hotel and were generally friendly with everyone.

You grimaced as you woke up to feel just how drenched your panties were. I really need to stock up on new underwear you thought as you tossed the ruined panties into the hamper.

You usually spent your heats alone and could hide in a hole until you felt normal again. You usually could control yourself well enough til you had enough free time to ease the tension between your legs.

Or until you found a poor sinner.

Weeeeellll that was hard when you lived in a hotel with a ton of shit to do. You really didn’t want to hear Angel’s jabs as you dragged some unfortunate soul to endear your sex rage.

You sighed, hopefully you could get through the next few days without embarrassing yourself completely.

So far so good you thought as you went about your day doing whatever activity Charlie had you do with the group.

Every touch and scent didn’t send your cunt into a tingling frenzy; yes you had to change your panties a few times but nothing crazy.

That was until you were around Alastor.

Your body practically buzzed whenever the tall red demon was in your vicinity.

You first chalked it up to that it was because you did found him attractive and simply thought it would go away.

But your cunt begged a differ.

You squirmed a bit on the couch as Alastor took a seat beside you, clenching your thighs to ease the uncomfortable throbbing.

It didn’t help that he smelled amazing.

Alastor smelled like evergreens how y’all ever smelled Christmas pine??? That shit is delicious!!!!

And you didn’t realized you had took a deep inhale of him until he turned to you

”Is everything alright my dear?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

fuck how were you going to tell him you wanted to bury your nose into his neck and just SNIFF? 

“O-oh I’m f-fine…i-its just you smelled nice?” You wanted to facepalm.

He blinked at you before letting out a laugh “OOooh why thank you my dear” that shit eating grin widened, voice dropping a slight octave“I must smell very enticing if you’re sniffing at me” his eyes narrowed slightly.

A shiver ran through your body and you swear you were leaking through onto the couch. You wanted to die of embarrassment.

“I-I just never noticed before that’s all” You said shrugging, trying to ignore the fact that his very voice was affecting you.

Charlie had ended whatever the hell you were doing and you quickly made your way to your room, causing some confusion.

You were usually a social butterfly with the gang. You never not chat away with Angel as he told the wild shit he did on set.

“Has got to be that time of the month” Angel commented as you almost sprinted out the room. Charlie and Vaggie gave confused looks ”what?” He sighed “You know…” nope not a clue.

”She was a human remember? Every so often her pussy basically shreds itself to bits”

Charlie gasped “So she’s hurt? Shouldn’t we do something?” Angel laughed,shaking his head “Nah we can’t help. But she'll be fine. Just give her a few days and she'll be normal again”

Alastor was in the background listening, the smile on his face sharpened, you weren’t hurt or bleeding, but there was definitely something that could be done.

You snarled as your vibrator died and tossed it. You groaned as your clit continued to throb. You had thought four orgasms would have did the trick but nope you still had the irritating itch.

You didn’t own a dildo because it was pointless.

it wasn’t the real thing.

You wanted to cry. This was your first heat while you’ve been at the hotel and you didn’t just want to drag a stranger here.

You had more control than that.

At least that’s what you thought.

You had locked yourself in your room as you tore your room to bits. The walls were shredded, pillows and sheets drenched in slick and your poor toy was in pieces.

Panting, you curled in a corner and tugged at your hair, squeezing your eyes tight as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You hated this.

 You hated how it felt like you didn’t even feel like yourself. 

Hated that you couldn’t even control your own damn bodily function.

Hated how your body desperately wanted to be filled.

You would give anything to make this horrid feat of yours go away.

“I would have never thought to see you in such a state my dear”

You froze at the voice and jerked your head to the source.

Alastor.

He was standing at the entrance of your bedroom, a smirk on his face as he took in the state of your room.

”I must say, it. Is rather entertaining to see your lack of control” he said as he approached your curled form.

He crouched down, feigning a concerned look before a clawed hand seized your hair and wrenched your face til your noses were bumping against each other.

”did you think I couldn’t smell you?” He growled “You smell just like a bitch in heat”

You whimpered as his lips ghosted over yours “I-I’m sorry”

His scent was surrounding you. It was a drug. Assaulting your every nerve with each breath you took.

He smelled so good 

please

”Please” you whispered as your cunt buzzed, tingling from his clos proximity and in hopes he would have mercy on you.

Alastor sucked his teeth at you. What a pitiful thing you were…

With a deep breathe, he stood and walked over to your ruined bed and sat. You watched as he sat his mic down and removed his coat. Yanking at his tie, he unbuttoned his shirt and looked over at you with narrowed eyes “Well? Do you want to continue to ruin your furnishings or do you wish to satisfy that brazen desire of yours?”

He widened his legs and your eyes honed in on how he unbuckled his pants.

Your throat tightened and you found yourself crawling over to him, no regard that you were naked.

Kneeling between his legs, your hands soothed up his thighs as your rubbed your head against his crotch.

Alastor lifted your chin for your eyes to meet his. Your eyes were blown out and you winced as his grip tightened.

”I pity you my dear, reduced to wanton whore, but don’t fret…Ill help you through your heat” a thumb ran over your pouty lip.

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his words.

You damn near drooled as he adjusted himself to pull his cock free from its restraints.

It was big, in both length and girth. It slapped against your face, causing you to hum at the weight of it.

You nuzzled it, nose gliding along his length before softly pressing kissed along it. When you came to his mushroom tip, you didn’t hesitate to suck at it. Alastor sighed as you gave the head of his cock kitten licks.

Head clouded with desire, you slowly bobbed your head along his length, taking him whole as you gagged once you reached the hilt.

You eased him out your throat and with a sickening pop, you admired as his spit-covered cock shined. You opted to jerk him off slowly as you buried your nose in his ball, inhaling his scent.

Alastor’s hand found your hair and guided you away from his cock, bringing you to climb up his body, until your smoldering heat was rubbing against his cock as he pressed kisses to your shoulder and neck. A gasp tore from your throat as he nipped at your jaw.

”On fours my dear”

Clumsily, you scrambled to follow his instruction. You must not have been to his liking because he pressed your head til your cheek was flat to the bed, back in a deep low arch, thighs pressed to your stomach and spreaded wide with your ass and cunt exposed to the air. 

You would have blushed in embarrassment if you weren’t so turned on.

A hand glided down your back, causing you to shiver and then jolt as a harsh slap was planted on your ass, before it soothed over the burning cheek.

Alastor kneaded your ass before sliding his fingers down to your cunt.

Your slit was swollen and your clit, puffy with need. 

You were dripping.

He dipped a finger inside you, testing how wet you were.

Soppy. 

He added a second, your cunt greedily welcomed his fingers with ease, giving into resistance.

He chuckled “What a greedy cunt, sucking in my fingers like a cock”

You whined when he took his fingers out, already missing the feel of something inside you.

Alastor took his cock and rubbed it against your cunt, coating himself in your slick.

”I am going to fuck you to your little sinful heart desires and you are going to be grateful of everything I give you. You are going to take every bit of my cum until it spills from this cunt and then again and again until I have bred you so thoroughly. Do you understand slut?”

You were breathing heavily, trembling in excitement.

With a single, sharp thrust he filled your cunt, earning a soft cry from you.

”Do you understand?”he hissed through clenched teeth.

”Y-Yes A-Alastor”. you whimpered, eyes clenched shut in pleasure.

”Good girl”

He drew back and thrusted into you again

And again

And again

He had set a slow, but rough pace. Thrusting his cock deep into the soft warmth of your cunt with each drag.

Soft moans filled the air as he buried his cock inside you.

It felt so good. 

He reached depths your finger couldn’t quite reach.

And it was amazing.

”A-Ala-stor Aah! Aaah! Hah!” You pushed your hips against his, mewling loudly as he grinned his cock into you.

”Youre pathetic ” He laughed, eyes watching his cock disappeared inside you, giving you a hard thrust at his words.

”Nothing but pathetic slut who can’t control their own body”

His grip on your hips pulled you flushed against him, making you take him til his balls was nestled against your slit.

”You probably would have spreaded your legs for any poor sinner, just wanting to be fucked dumb” Your body rippled as his thrusts got harder.

Your cunt only got wetter.

He noticed as he seemed to sink even deeper into you, as if your cunt loosened to welcome him

”oh? I bet you would have liked that wouldn’t you? So out of sorts with need that you would have just anyone bred this cunt”

He growled at the squelching noises from your cunt, you shook your head in denial.

No. No you wouldn’t haven’t done something like that.

”N-no I-I wouldn’t-” You cried out as his finger ghosted over your swollen clit.

”You would have been happy to bend over and offer your cunt to anyone, as long as you had a cock fill you” Alastor continued before a cruel, deep laugh erupted from him

”But instead you sought me out. I had no intention in satisfying you, but what a gentleman would i had been if I ignored a lady in need?” You felt him lean over, hips never missing a beat as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

”Oooh how fortunate you are my dear”

You were suddenly flipped onto your back. Hair sprawled around you like a halo, your chest heaving as he pushed your knees to your chin. 

Your lidded eyes watching as he slide his cock between your pussy lips, bumping your clit. He grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage as he thrusted back into you, the new angle making your throw your head back with a broken cry

”FuuuuuUccckk Ah Ah AH!” His hips dug into the underside of your ass as he pounded your cunt.

Alastor hadn’t lost composure the entire time he fucked you.

He watched as you fell apart, your hips wiggling to accommodate to his harsh administrations.

Your cunt took him so good. A white, creamy ring formed at his base as he scraped against that sponges nerve inside you.

You welcomed him gratefully. Letting him wrench pleasurable sounds from your pretty lips.

Pushing your raised legs apart, he lowered his weight on you as he slammed his lips on yours, swallowing your moans. Your tongues danced as he rocked into your body.

The sounds of him ruining your cunt pushed him to fulfill your primal desire.

You felt that familiar blaze of heat take over your body as Alastor fucked short rapid thrusts into you.

Every brush of his abdomen against your clit had your cunt going haywire.

You were going to cum.

Alastor was going to make you cum.

You moaned at the thought

You were gonna cum on his cock

And he was gonna breed you

Breed your soppy cunt

and you were going to let him

”please….” You whined into his mouth

Fuck the very thought had your body buzzing.

”please what?” he purred

Your head was reeling, foggy with the need to be filled.

A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing

“What are you begging me for slut? Hmm?” His strokes were hitting harder and deeper.

”You want me to breed your cunt? You want to me to fill you up so good that all you’ll ever think is how my cum belongs inside you? What do the little slut want?”

Yes you wanted all of it.

You wanted him to fuck you so good, you wouldn’t even think of wanting another cock from his.

You wanted him to fill your cunt to the brim and then fuck it back inside.

You wanted him to breed you like the little slut you were.

To breed you til he had his fill.

Your instincts had practically took over, fuck sanity.

”Mhmm! I want it. I want you to Ah! I want you to fill me with your cum! Please please breed me Alastor” You whined, feeling your belly clench as your orgasm hung over you, promising sweet relief.

The hand around your throat, tightened causing you to gasp as he spoke into your ear, voice deep and purring

”Youre gonna make yourself cum on my cock slut”

your hand flew to your clit to flick fast circles on the bud.

Alastor’s thrusts quickened, growls pouring from his lips

”Who’s a filthy little slut?”

”M-Me”

”Whos a pathetic slut that’s gonna take my cum?”

”Me!”

”Fucking slut gonna let be breed her dumb”

A sob tore from you as your orgasm washed over you, he fucked you as you milked him, hips angled to thrusts so deep you’re sure your cunt had molded into the shape of his cock

”hah hah aaah fuuucckk fuck fuck Al-Alastor!”

You saw white as your mouth opened in a silent scream only for him to swallow the whine in your throat.

”That’s it you pathetic slut take it. Take my cum. That’s a good girl. Let me breed this sweet cunt cher” your hips raised as he sunk into you and with a deep groan, he cummed into your spasming cunt, making sure to thrust deep enough he hit your cervix as he painted your walls white.

Whether conscious or by instinct, you gave him a ditzy smile, eyes glazed over as you slowly rubbed your clit, whimpering. Holding eye contact with him, a soft pout graced your lips

“Again”

You truly were a pathetic, needy little thing.

But don’t worry pretty Doe, Alastor’s going to make sure you

satisfied and stuffed to your heart’s content

 It was going to be very interesting for the next 36 hours…

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HAZBIN MEN AS DADS

Featuring >>> Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust (Anthony), Lucifer, Husk, Vox, & Valentino x Reader (Separately) as fathers.

(not proofread if that wasn’t obvious lol)

Adam:

Total boy dad. I can see him with a little girl, (let’s be honest, his daughter would 100% become an exorcist and take over after he retires as commander (if he ever retires lol)), but he would turn his son into the the next exorcist commander.

Adam is definitely a bit misogynistic…and no matter what you do, atleast a little bit of that would be passed down to your child. If Adam had a son (not him already having two other sons…), he would start training him at a very young age. (Kinda like the career tributes from the hunger games if yk what I mean. (Oh, you don’t? I don’t blame you lol. Idk what I even meant by this tbh. Don’t worry about it-))

With a girl, I can 100% see him being overly protective TO THE EXTREME. He’s the type to scare off teenage boys lol.

Alastor:

Is probably the best dad on this list (except for Luci ofc.) Is super protective of his family. Would not let your baby out of his sight for the first few weeks. Would offer to help you with the baby when it wakes up crying late at night.

Is totally a girl dad. He would willingly play dress up and have tea parties with her in her room…but it will not be mentioned outside of there. When going out for an outing, he would dress her up to match his colors—red & black—and give you a few extra minutes to get ready.

The two of you want some alone time? He’ll ask Rosie. If she’s busy he is forcing either Husk or Niffty to watch the child. Alastor also most definitely keeps your young, innocent child away from Angel Dust for ‘reasons’ he doesn’t want to elaborate on. Your child will inherit his powers and will be almost as strong as him one day!

Husk:

Okay…so first of all, the elephant in the room. His alcoholism. I don’t think Husk would completely stop drinking, but would tone it down for the sake of you and your child. When he’s drinking/drunk, he would make sure he wasn’t around your child, not wanting that kid to see the ‘real’ him.

He would totally be a girl dad. He would completely deny it but we all know it’s true. Like Alastor, if your daughter wanted him to dress up, have a tea party with him, etc. I think it would take a little more convincing than Alastor but in the end he would do it.

Would be overly protective. ESPECIALLY AROUND ALASTOR. Husk would make sure that your child was atleast six feet away from the deer demon at all times. Husk obviously has lots of experience with Alastor as a person, so he of all people knows that Alastor could (and maybe would???) manipulate his spawn into a deal.

Angel Dust:

Angel is extremely excited…but…He is nervous. VERY anxious.

Angel would be a good dad, but he is worried about his deal with Val. Who knows what Val would do if he found out he was in another relationship…let alone with a child! When the child in question is born, he does everything in his power to hide them from Val.

If Val found out, he would be pissed. After calming down (barely), he would try to get your child under contract to punish Angel. Therefore, Angel is obviously very protective. Angel would teach your child how to be street-smart and survive on the streets of hell. Your child would learn from Angel’s mistakes.

Lucifer:

WHAT? HES GONNA BE A DAD (again)!? He is so stoked. Before the baby is even born they have everything they could ever want. Anything for his little duckling.

Your child would be homeschooled, but not by you. By the most well-known and well-educated members of Hell’s society. Your child is truly getting a million dollar education. Oh! And if your child decides to get a higher education after high school? It’s already taken care of. Lucifer makes sure that there are schools ready to take your child to college before your baby even turns two!

For some characters, I feel like they would either be girl dads or boy dads, but Lucifer could truly be either. With a little girl, I could totally see him playing dress up or Barbies with her, no problem! With a boy, same thing.

Vox:

Your child hit the jackpot. I mean…who wouldn’t want the richest overlord in all of pride to be their father? I just pray the kid doesn’t come out looking like a leapfrog or iPad…

Your child would be an iPad kid (vPad?) They would have all the newest technology and toys, they wouldn’t even know what to do with it all! Seriously though, this kid 100% has a playroom just filled with all the toys Vox either made or bought for them. He definitely spoils them (and you).

Your kid is a nepo baby. As they get into their teenage years, Vox would make sure they started to gain fame. Whether it’s by singing or acting (or both), or becoming a powerful overlord like himself, Vox would help them reach that.

Both you and Vox would make sure that your baby is supervised around Val and Velvette, if Vox even lets the kid around Valentino. He does NOT want Valentino trying to swindle them into a deal.

Valentino:

Bestie...What were you thinking? Let’s be honest. Valentino would not be the greatest dad. Definitely not the worst, but not great.

He would 100% leave your kid unsupervised. You’d better always be watching because he definitely isn’t. Speaking of supervision, Val would just randomly bring your child into his studio…When the two of you are spending ‘time’ together, he would either get Vel or Vox to watch the baby, or one of the souls he has under contract. Is surprisingly overprotective.

Val would teach make sure your child knows Spanish, threatening to ‘disown the brat’ if they refused. Luckily, you are there to stop Valentino from going off on your baby. Your child definitely learns a few Spanish swears from him.

TYSM FOR 1K NOTES GUYS! I really appreciate the support. As of now, this is my most liked post ever. I’m glad you guys enjoyed it so much! Thank you! <3

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Oops 🍓

insta: Midas.S.Crow

[pannman]

Reader secretly has a plushie

Alastor: Hey there y/n! I have a little project for you

Reader: what?

Alastor: so it turns out Vox has a little crush on you and I would like you to pretend to feel the same and then crush his heart. Betray him. Destroy him! Lure him in to be devoured alive like an evil siren!

Reader: I'm not doing that

Alastor: Oh but of course you are!

Reader: what you gonna do? Force me?

Alastor: well I suppose you could simply refuse but then you wouldn't want anything to happen to... your little friend here

Alastor pulls out your favorite plushie and holds the head as if he's going to rip it off

Reader: you wouldn't dare!!!

Alastor cackles*

Reader: Fine! Fine! I'll do it!

Alastor: great! I'll be hanging on to my cute little hostage until the job is done

Later*

Vox: so... what made you decide to give me a chance?

Reader: let's just say my heart is being held hostage

Vox: wow. You have such a way with words... you have my heart too

Reader looks out the window to see Alastor holding a knife to their stuffed buddy's throat

Reader: yup that's exactly what I meant...

[alastorss]

HAZBIN LOVE LANGUAGES

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ACTS OF SERVICE - ALASTOR

He's not good at being vulnerable, so acts of service are the only way he can tell you he cares. He's a gentleman through and through, always making sure you're safe and happy. Alastor has gotten used to moving you to the inside of the sidewalk when you join him on his strolls, standing in front of you when drunks approach, even making sure your clothes are folded. He isn't the nicest with his words, and he honestly kind of hates being touched, so he tries his best to do whatever he can to make you happy the only way he knows how. Romance and all that just isn't what he was built for, but he does care. Really.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION + QUALITY TIME - ANGEL DUST

You think it would be physical touch, but that's far from the truth. Angel has been used his entire afterlife—as soon as he finds someone he feels safe and loved with, he'll settle down quickly. But because of his past, he'll constantly seek words of affirmation and give them in return. One, because he wants to hear you say things that make him feel secure in your relationship. And two, because he never wants you to feel the way he did with Val. Same goes for quality time: Angel never felt like he was valued or cherished in his past relationships so spending some quiet time with you is what he craves the most. Sure, sex is fun, but just being by your side is enough for him.

GIFT GIVING/GIFT RECEIVING - LUCIFER

The King of Hell can do anything. He can be anything. And he'd give you whatever you wanted if it meant seeing you smile. He's especially good at hand made gifts, his creativity and imagination never running dry. And when it makes you smile? That's the best gift he could ever ask for in return. Spoiling you is just what he does best, and if he has the capacity for it, then why not?

PHYSICAL TOUCH - HUSK

This guy is Touch Starved™️. The underworld has really messed with his head and put him into pretty dark places—drinking is all he knows until he meets you. And when you touch him? Oh boy. He malfunctions, but in a good way. It's like all the toment in his head goes quiet without needing to pound some bottles. So he gets used to it, does everything he can to get you to even hold his hands. It's nice knowing someone in this place has his back, past and all. And he does his best to return the affection, wanting you to feel all the same showers of love you give to him.