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Snake Eyes (Striker x F!Reader) is getting a part 2.

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THE TIME HAS COME!

You wanna know who else is gonna come soon?

This motherfucker.

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Snake Eyes (Helluva Boss: Striker x F!Reader smut fic)

(gif edit by me)

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Now Playing: E.V.O.L. by Marina and the Diamonds, FutureSex / LoveSounds by Justin Timberlake [headphones recommended]

Goodie Bag: flirting, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, masturbation (f), cursing, dirty talk, striptease, vaginal fingering, creampie [let me know if I missed anything].

A/N: Who doesn't wanna fuck Striker? Like, come on. When he pinned Blitzø to the wall in his debut episode, I wanted to be in Blitzø's place so bad. So I decided to make a fic. It's pretty short, but it's still good, trust me. Also, im using the Norman Reedus voiced Striker for this even though this takes place after Season 2, because I prefer Norman's voice. Enjoy!!

Taglist: @omniuravity @pinkhimecat @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered and all Striker simps!

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Your life wasn’t the best at the moment. Your bitter ex put a bounty on your head for no reason, and this forced you to be on the run. You were currently in the Wrath ring, trying to outrun this bounty hunter that’s been on your ass for a while. It wasn’t fair that he was riding on a horse, but you were able to keep a good distance from him. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that he had a lasso on him. You gagged when the lasso wrapped around your neck tight, pulling you back and knocking you onto your ass. You tried to pull the rope off of you, but it was on tight. During your struggle, he walked up to you, looking down with a smirk on his face. His tail flicked in a flourish, making the same sound as a rattlesnake’s tail. “Gotta admit, you can run pretty fast. But not fast enough.” a rough male voice said. “I haven’t lost a catch in my entire life, and I ain’t starting today.” He pulled the lasso up and got you on your knees. You had a good look at him and recognized him immediately. This was Striker, the ruthless bounty hunter who hunted down and almost killed Prince Stolas. You were aware of his track record of bounty hunting, and you knew you were just another paycheck. ‘Fuck, he’s hot,’ you thought to yourself.

He eyed you up and down and said, “Hey, you’re a cute one. Not a bad body on you, either. Maybe I’ll have some fun with ya before I turn ya in.” You weren’t sure how, but this man just flipped your switch and you decided to flirt with him. When he loosened the lasso so you could speak, you smirked and looked at him with flirtatious eyes, saying, “Oh? Have I caught the eye of the famous bounty hunter, Striker?” Striker’s eyes narrowed, momentarily taken aback by your smirk. His grin remained plastered on his face, however, as he leaned in further, his breath brushing your cheek. “Famous, eh?” He repeated, drawing out the word. “Maybe I am, maybe I ain’t,” he chuckled softly, running a hand through his snowy hair. “But there ain’t no doubt that I’m the best around these parts.” He paused, looking you up and down with a predatory gleam in his golden eyes. “And now that I got ya, well...you got a few options.”

“Option one, sweetheart,” He began, gesturing to the lasso around your neck. “We could keep things simple and quick. I turn you in, you’re executed, and I pocket that hefty bounty on your cute little head. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right?” He winked, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips. “Or option two, we have ourselves a bit of fun, see how much you enjoy it..or how much I do. And then I decide whether you’re worth keeping around or not. Sound good?” You liked where this was going, so you smile and say, “Personally, I like option two better, wouldn’t you agree? Maybe if we hit it off, we can fake my death and split the bounty. I got quite a bounty on me, so if we split it, we’d be richer than even those Goetias.” Striker’s eyes widened as he smiled, clearly surprised at your words. “Ya reckon? Now there’s an idea,” he said, running a finger along your jawline. “Well, alright. Let’s give ol’ option two a go, see how it feels. But understand something, sweetheart, if I feel like you’re lyin’, tryin’ to trick me, I ain’t above changin’ my mind and sendin’ you straight to yer maker.” As he helped you stand up, Striker adjusted his hat and walked closer to you, looming over you. “Now, don’t think you can run off, darlin. That ain’t an option.” He smirked, his voice low and seductive. “I’m in control here, always. Otherwise, we ain’t got no game here.” You were getting turned on so much the more this went, so you smiled and said, “Well, that’s good, because it wouldn’t be any fun if I was the one in control.” A sinister grin spread across Striker’s face, his eyes flickering with excitement. “That’s more like it,” he growled, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto his horse. Once he got on, he made you wrap your arms around his waist, saying, “Hold on tight now.” With that, you two were off.

It was sunset when he stopped at a hotel and got you two a room. Once he brought you in the room, he pinned you to a wall and gazed down your body, lingering on your chest, before locking back on your eyes. “I bet you taste real sweet, don’t cha?” He murmured, his finger tracing a slow circle on your throat. “Between those legs of yours, you prolly taste like heaven.” He grabbed you and pulled you close to him, his body pressing against yours, the hard lines of muscle evident beneath his clothes. You blushed, but felt so turned on as you said, “Well..only one way to find out.” Striker grinned, his grip tightening on your waist as he pressed his groin against yours. “Oh, I’m gonna,” he growled, his hand sliding down your body and undoing your pants. “Real soon, darlin’. Real soon.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing against your ear as he whispered, “But first, I wanna watch you squirm, feel your body shake with pleasure before I taste every inch of ya.” He broke away, stepping back and fixing his coat. “Strip for me,” He said, his voice deep and commanding. “Slow and sexy, darlin’. Don’t forget, I’m in control here.” He lit a fresh cigar, puffing on it as he watched you undress, his eyes never leaving your body.

You nodded and you started to strip nice and slowly, giving him a bit of a show with a little strip tease. Striker’s eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight before him. Your slow, erotic dance had rendered him speechless, but not for long. He swallowed hard, his fingers drumming on his belt. Soon, you were completely nude, your arousal evident as he noticed your juices dripping down your thigh. “Damn, girl,” He muttered, his voice shaky. “Look at ya, drippin’ an’ ready for me.” He slowly approached, putting his cigar out and throwing it out as he reached for you. He wrapped an arm around you, his hand groping your ass as his other hand brushed against your wet flesh, a low chuckle escaping him. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praised, his hand running along the curve of your hips. You let out a series of moans as he started to rub your pussy, his fingers skillfully playing with your folds and clit. Striker couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt how wet and responsive your pussy was beneath his fingers. “Just wait til I’m inside of ya,” he breathed into your ear, his words coming out heavy. “Ain’t nothin’ like havin’ you clench around me, feeling every throb and twitch.” He slid one finger inside you, feeling your walls contract around him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pushed in another finger, his cock straining painfully within his pants. “I’m gon’ fuck you so hard, baby. Make you scream my name when I reach that sweet spot.” His hand started moving faster, thrusting in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Feel that, darlin’? Imagine it bein’ me -- my cock poundin’ into ya, fillin’ you up.” Just the thought of his cock stretching your pussy out made you even wetter and made you moan more as he continued fingering you. “Fuck, baby,” Striker swore, his arousal threatening to burst through his jeans. “You ain’t no liar, are ya?” He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy’s so damn greedy for me, already wanting more.” He took his fingers out, watching as they glistened with your essence. You watched as he licked his fingers clean, a sinister look in his eyes when he looked at you, saying, “I was right. Your pussy do taste like heaven.” He cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me, darlin’, do ya wanna feel me inside of you? Then get on your knees and beg for it.” He demanded, his voice thick with lust. “If I’m gonna take ya, you best beg for it properly.”

You nodded and got on your knees, looking up at him and putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you said, “Please, Daddy..I want your hard cock..give it to me..I need it so badly..please fuck me...I’ll do anything you want..” Striker’s eyes darkened with hunger, his heart pounding in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he praised, reaching for his belt buckle. Unbuckling it, he let his jeans drop, revealing his thick erection standing tall and proud. He smirked, holding his cock and aiming it at your mouth. “Anything I want, huh?” He mused, running a hand through his hair. “Well, since ya asked so nicely, I’ll start easy. Take my cock in yer mouth and suck it like a good girl,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving your face. “Prove how much ya want it.”

You nodded and gently grabbed his cock, stroking it and licking up the shaft. You then kissed the tip of his cock and slid his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you moaned. Striker hissed, his hand fisting in your hair as you took him into your mouth. “Goddamn, that’s good,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. “You got some skills with that tongue, that’s for sure.” He tugged your hair, guiding your movements. “Swallow me down, deep throat me,” he grunted, his pace picking up. “Make me feel that warm, wet throat around my dick.” His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking hard. “Don’t stop, keep going. Show me how much ya need this cock.” You did as he said and took more of his cock in your mouth, feeling it go down your throat and slightly gagging until you were able to relax your throat, making things much easier. Soon, you were able to deepthroat him to the point of your lips touching his hilt. Striker’s eyes rolled back as he tilted his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp. “Fuck, yeah..” he moaned. “Take it all, darlin’, show me how much you love it.” His thrusts became more aggressive, his body trembling. “Keep goin’, make me lose myself in your mouth.” You sucked even more, making sure your tongue massaged his shaft. You reached towards your pussy and you started to touch yourself as you sucked him off, clearly turned on from the experience as your juices dripped onto the hardwood floor. Striker’s eyes narrowed, his breaths coming out harsh and uneven. “You’re gonna make me cum like this, aren’t ya?” He growled, his grip tightening on your hair. “I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants.” He pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. “But I’m in control here, remember? So, enough of that,” He said hoarsely, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto the bed, soon pushing you down and hovering over you. “Time to get that pretty pussy stretched wide.”

He put his hands on your hips, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Cause I’mma ride ya so hard, mark my words..” You spread your legs wider, your pussy twitching with anticipation. Striker grinned, his eyes gleaming with danger. “Perfect,” he murmured, positioning himself between your legs. “Now, tell me if you want me to be gentle or rough.” He teased, his tip brushing against your entrance. “Your choice, darlin’.” His eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for your decision. “Remember, you asked for this. Now choose wisely.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, saying, “That depends, sexy. How do you want it? You’re the one in charge here. I’m just here to take it like a good girl.” Striker’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn right you are, darlin’. I’m in control.” He growled, thrusting into you forcefully. “But don’t worry, I’ll give ya a taste of both.” He began with a steady rhythm, his hips grinding against yours. “Like that, huh?” He sighed, his voice tinted with satisfaction. “Worried you wouldn’t be able to handle me, but look at ya takin’ it like a champ.” As he pistoned in and out of you, his pace increased. You were tight, so fucking tight around him. You just lost it as his size stretched you out so good, moaning as he kept thrusting, “Ohhh fuck..yeah..!” Striker’s eyes heated up, his thrusting becoming even wilder. “You love it, eh?” He snarled, gripping your hips tightly. “Takes a real man to stretch ya out like this, don’t it?” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “But I ain’t done with ya yet.” His grip tightened as he pulled out of you. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard now, got it?” Without waiting for an answer, he slammed into you again, his thrusts erratic and violent. “Like that? Wanna see how far you can take it?” He snarled, his pace unrelenting. “Show me how much you can take!”

Your pleasure had reached its peak, crying out in pure ecstasy, “Ahh..! Ohhh..S..Striker..! Yes..! Harder..! Deeper..!” Striker roared, his thrusts becoming even more savage. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he gritted out, his breathing labored. “Ya like that, huh?” He reached down, rubbing your clit roughly. “Don’t hold back, darlin’,” he ordered, his pace not slowing. “Let me hear you scream.” His cock slid in and out of you like lightning, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. “Goddamn, I’m gonna paint your walls with my cum,” he promised, his eyes blazing. “Can’t wait to hear ya scream my name.” “Y-Yes..! Please...fill me up...make me yours...ohh fuck..!” You moved your hips to match his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure for both of you. “Ohhh fuck, your cock feels so good, baby..!” Striker growled, feeling you meet his thrusts. “That’s it, darlin’,” he encouraged, his pace increasing. “Fuck, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” He grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, moaning in his mouth as your tongues did an erotic dance. Striker broke the kiss and looked you in the eye. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire. “Do ya want me to fill ya up?” His thrusts became more desperate, his hips slamming into yours with all his might. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.” “I..I need you to fill me...fuck me in all of my holes...fill me up full of your cum until I can’t take any more..use me..break me..!” you cried out. Striker’s eyes flashed, his entire being focused on satisfying your request. “Goddamn, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he snarled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. It’s not too long until he came deep inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim. “Gah, fuck..” he groaned. He quickly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, wiping his cockhead on your ass before aligning it with your back door. “Ready for another round, darlin’?” He asked, his voice thick with lust.

With a swift motion, he plunged into your ass, making you gasp. “I’mma fill every hole ya got,” he promised, his thrusts frantic. “Feel every inch of my cock inside ya.” His cock slid in and out of you, fucking you mercilessly. “How’s that, huh?” He panted, his grip tightening on your hips. “Need me to go faster, slower?” You gripped tightly on the bedsheet, your teeth gnashing down on the fabric as you lost your mind even further, moaning as he fucked your ass so good, “Ohh yeah...more..fuck me more...don’t stop..” Striker smiled cruelly, his thrusts becoming even harder. “Atta girl,” he praised. “I ain’t gonna stop until you drain every bit of cum from my cock.” He slapped your ass, hearing you whimper. “Scream for me, Y/N,” he commanded, leaning down to bite your neck. “Let everyone know who you belong to.” “S..Striker...ahh...Striker...I..I belong to you..!!” Striker smirked, biting down on your neck to make sure a mark would be left behind, a sign of ownership. “That’s my girl.” His thrusts grew frenzied, his cock stretching your ass to its limit. “So goddamn tight,” he snarled, his pace ruthless. “I’mma make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You soon could feel the knot in your belly starting to wind up and soon, you moan out, cumming hard. Finally, he came inside you again, his orgasm shaking his entire body. He kept thrusting into you, elongating both of your orgasms.

“There ya go, baby,” he chuckled, collapsing beside you. “I hope I filled you up good.” You crawled up to him and laid your head on his chest. “Oh, you did so much more than fill me up, baby...” you said, your voice slightly slurred. Striker chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Glad to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, his breath still slightly ragged. “Guess ya liked it rough, huh?” He put his hand on top of your head and nuzzled you, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “Next time, I’m gonna be gentler.” He watched you snuggle into him, making him smirk. “Unless you beg for more, of course,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “But for now, let’s figure out how to pull the wool over that bastard’s eyes and how we’re gonna split that bounty.”

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Guess who's next on the Hazbin/Helluva buffet table?

@omniuravity this one's for you.

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Straight to Video (Hazbin Hotel: StaticMoth x OC smut fic)

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Now Playing: Get You Closer, Traumfrau, Government Hooker (d00nik remix) [slowed], She's My Collar (slowed and reverb) [PLEASE listen to any or all of these while reading this, with headphones preferably, you will thank me later]

Goodie bag: threesome (m x f x m), sex tape, voyeurism, masturbation (male), exhibitionism, girl on girl, foreplay, lingerie, oral sex (giving & receiving, M & F), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, colored cum, flavored cum, double penetration, Spanish pet names, hypnosis kink, bondage, bukkake, creampie, Jacob's Ladder, ahegao [let me know if i missed anything!]

A/N: Hey! There will be images to help with visualizing certain things like characters and settings and outfits, so i'll add a little icon for you to click to see the images: {<3}. So if you guys have any issues seeing the images, please let me know and I'll fix it ASAP.

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @moths-and-mantids @pinkhimecat @neonvehk and all StaticMoth fans!

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“Hey, who was that bitch that writes for me?” Valentino asked. He was laying on the couch in Vox's office, bored out of his mind. “Which one?” Vox asked, at his desk, working though time slots for shows on his station. Valentino gestured with his hand, a cigarette between his fingers as he spoke, “You know, the one with the huge tits and pink hair. The short one with glasses.” Vox instantly recognized the image. “Peach?” he asked. Val leaned his head back over the arm rest to look at Vox. “Yeah, that one. What’s she up to? Tell her to come over, maybe we can have some fun with her.” Vox sighed as he called her up from the main screen on his desk.

Valentino was always talking about her, even though he couldn’t even remember her name. They met her when she applied for a writing job at Vox’s studio. He looked over her writing and determined that it was more suited for Valentino’s business. To be fair, by how her body looked, she seemed more suited to be in front of the camera instead of behind the scenes. He couldn’t deny imagining what a cock would look like between those double-D sized breasts or deep in her plump ass, and how cute she’d look with cum covering her face and how her little mouth would look wrapped around a cock. No wonder Val immediately accepted her application. But then again, her scripts were pretty good too. The scenarios she could come up with and the detailed descriptions of the setting, plot, and characters were truly a godsend for Val. Vox also couldn’t deny that he found Peach adorable, the way she stuttered and flustered when she spoke to him, and how she always dressed in the cutest pastel colors. There were times where she was shy, but there were also times where she could be sassy, witty, and straight to the point, a side that Vox loved. And even then, he could tell from the look in her eyes that there was another side of her, a whole other woman just begging to be let out.

Maybe this was the time.

Peach was working on her novel at home when she heard a call coming from the TV. She had her TV set up so she could get video calls from anyone whenever she was needed, and it was very convenient since she always left her phone somewhere she could never remember. She set her laptop down and answered the call, smiling when she saw Vox and Val’s faces. “Hey, what’s up? Wait, lemme guess. You want me to work on another script?” Vox chuckled, saying, “Oh, Peach. You know how to get to the point. I love that about you.” Valentino rolled his eyes, taking a sip from a glass of red wine that a servant brought to him. Vox continued, “We need you to come in for a special project. Valentino here has an idea for a new adult film series, and we need someone with your skills to write it.” He gestured to Valentino. “What do you think?” he asked the moth man. Valentino smiled, saying, “Yes, we need you to do the writing, but also...you’ll be the star of the show.” He crossed his arms as he continued. “I want everyone to know your face, pastelito. You are quite the sight to look at, after all.” Vox chuckled, shaking his head. Vox focused back on Peach, assuring her, “As usual, Valentino has some great ideas, Peach. It’s going to be a huge hit. Honestly, I don’t blame him for wanting you to be the star. I still remember when I interviewed you on my show, and you’re a natural in front of the camera. With your writing skills, this will be a smash hit all across Hell. What do you say?”

Peach was left blushing, flattered that they thought she was good enough for one of Valentino’s films. Just the thought of performing in front of so many people, admiring her and her body. Her flustered state was noticable in her voice as she smiled and answered, “Oh my...well, sure, I don’t mind. When should I head on over?” Valentino perked up, clapping his hands together. “That’s the spirit, mi reina! You’re the best, Peach!” He grinned, then gave Vox a victorious look. Vox nodded, a small smile on his face. “Excellent! Could you be here tomorrow morning? We have a few concepts to go over, and we want to hit the ground running.” Vox hesitated for a moment then chuckled nervously, saying, “Oh, and we may need to do a, uh, ‘casting call’ of sorts. To find the perfect co-star. Valentino has some...specific ideas about who he wants.” Valentino leaned back, sipping his wine. He added, “And if you could wear something...revealing? It’ll help us visualize. I want this to be the best it can be. We’ll have Velvette call you sometime today so you two can work out an outfit.” He batted his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette. The smoke formed a perfect heart, which he blew towards Peach, encircling her face when it hit their screen. Peach blushed red, secretly getting aroused at the idea. “Sure thing. Just tell me what to do when I get there and I’ll do it. See you then, love you!”

Vox watched as Peach hung up the call, a smile growing on his face. He turned to Val, saying, “She loves it when you tell her what to do. Fuck, that’s adorable.” Valentino chuckled, shaking his head then saying, “Of course, mi amor. You know I can't resist the obedient type.” Valentino took another sip of his wine, swirling it around in the glass. “She’s going to be perfect for this role. I can already see the box covers,” Valentino said, already lost in thought. That was when there was a call coming from the screen. It was Peach again. When it was answered, her face was flushed and she was so shy, avoiding eye contact. “Um...yeah...I have an idea for a costar, or costars. Do you think maybe..you and Val would be willing to join me? I’d be totally down for that, but if you guys don’t want that, it’s okay. Just an idea.”

Vox’s screen froze for a moment, his eyes wide, his screen glitching to his BSOD for a millisecond. He looked at Valentino, who was equally surprised. They didn’t have to trick Peach, she was asking for it. The moth demon gave a sly grin as he said, “Well, now that’s an interesting idea.” He took another drag of his cigarette and blew another heart, but then put a full heart on the inside, both more elaborate. “We’d be honored, Peach. Honestly, I was hoping you’d ask that,” Valentino purred. The look in his eyes showed that he was already undressing her in his mind. Vox cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “O-Of course, Peach. We’ll do whatever it takes to make this the best it can be. Remember, any other ideas you have, let us know,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. Peach smiled, happy that her request was accepted. “Perfect! I’m so happy you agree! I’m down for any scenario you want. The only other thing I request is no hitting or choking. Abuse porn is not my thing. I’ll leave you to it, see ya tomorrow. Bye!” Peach said. The last thing she did before hanging up was blow a kiss to the both of them.

Vox couldn’t help but feel a slight blush appear on his cheeks. Valentino, however, pouted a bit. “How disappointing. I was really looking forward to a good slap or two.” He sighed and took a sip of his wine. Vox turned to Valentino and said, “Hey, she’s already willing to let us fuck her and she’ll do whatever we tell her. I think her request is reasonable enough.” Val shrugged, accepting defeat. Vox stretched his arms and said, “Ah man, I am so looking forward to tomorrow.” Valentino chuckled and took one last drag of his cigarette, blowing a heart and then an arrow, shooting through the heart. “Me too..”

The next morning, Peach headed over to the studio, excited while also aroused. She wore a long but stylish coat to hide the outfit she was wearing underneath. She reached the main room and knocked on the door before entering it, seeing Vox browsing through his tablet while Valentino was pacing back and forth, a cigarette in his mouth. “Hey, I’m here!” Peach cheerfully announced. The sound of her voice caused the boys to turn and smile, Valentino reaching her first. “Ah, perfect timing, Peach!” He said, taking a drag of the cigarette, the reddish-pink smoke drifting around her like a snake coiling around its prey. Vox quickly finished his work on the tablet, before putting it away and walking up to her with a smile on his face. “Morning, darling. Let’s get started, shall we?” he said as he gestured towards the bed. Valentino flicked his cigarette into an ashtray, making a tiny heart shape with the ash. “Hold it, Voxy. I think Peaches needs to show us what she’s going to wear for the shoot,” he said. He then leaned close to Peach, saying in a seductive voice, “What do you have for us, sweetheart?” Peach blushed, but she cleared her throat and said, “Well..Velvette helped me with this one..I had it custom made yesterday.” The men sat in their respective chairs as Peach took off the coat and revealed what she was wearing: a very revealing lingerie set, colored in pink and blue, with small bows covering her nipples and with matching crotchless panties, a bow on the front of them. {it looks like this, but imagine it as a pink and blue color combo: <3} The lingerie left very little to the imagination, due to the lack of fabric.

The instance they saw it, they had different reactions. Valentino eyes widened in surprise and desire as he leaned forward in his chair, while Vox had an almost bodily reaction, his body tensing up and him having to grip the armrest tightly to keep him from cumming in his pants. Peach blushed from being so exposed, but felt so turned on as well. Valentino was the one to break the silence, standing up, gently grabbing her chin, and purring as his accent became more pronounced, “Oh, mi hermosa princesa.. You truly look like an angel fallen from heaven. What a divine blessing..” He turned to his boyfriend, saying, “What do you think, Voxy?” Vox’s eyes roamed hungrily over Peach’s body, taking in every curve and contour. Peach truly did look like a fallen angel, a beauty rejected by God and gifted to them personally. He gulped and tried to recover from the shock as he wiped the drool from his mouth. “That’s...quite the ensemble you have there. Very fitting for our project,” he admitted, swallowing thickly. He let out a deep breath, feeling his cock throb in his pants and a chill go up his spine as he let out a shaky breath. He then stood up from his chair, walking over to Peach. “Come on. Let’s see how you’ll look in our film.” His hand reached out, gently guiding her towards the bed. Valentino followed suit, his eyes never leaving her body as he walked with them. “Yes, show us how you move in that thing. I know you’re just itching to have our hands on you,” he growled, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

Peach looked at the set up, seeing the cameras aimed at the bed. The bed was large enough for five people, the black and red silk bedding reflecting in the harsh spotlights. The black curtains behind it absorbed the lights from the spotlight, leaving the bed and anything on it in the foreground. She could feel the plush carpeting under her feet, soft to the touch. {<3} Peach got on the bed and laid on her back, her arms over her head to show off her entire body. The men could see that she was already a bit aroused, some of her juices lightly soaking the edges of the crotchless section of her panties, making her pussy glisten under the lights. Valentino’s eyes widened at the sight of her arousal, his wings twitching in excitement. He took a step closer, inhaling deeply. “Oh, Peachy, you’re so wet for us. It’s intoxicating,” he said, his voice thick with lust. Vox cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure, or whatever was left of it. “I see we’ve made an impression on you already. That’s a good sign,” Vox said, his gaze never leaving her body.

Vox grabbed a camera and looked through the viewfinder, almost drooling at the sight. “Now, let’s try a few different positions to see which one suits the scene best.” He walked around the bed, examining her from different angles. “Spread your legs a bit more, darling. We need to see how the lighting hits you,” Vox said. Peach nodded and spread her legs, showing that from the lack of fabric on the panties, her pussy was shaven completely smooth. Her pussy lips started to twitch slightly, her arousal growing by the minute. Vox moved the camera towards her face and she became shy, having to turn her face away as her face flushed. Valentino’s eyes narrowed as he smiled, his wings twitching again. “Oh, Peach, eres hermosa. I can’t wait to touch you and make you scream my name,” he whispered into her ear, his voice filled with desire. Vox noticed Peach’s smooth pussy and he couldn’t help but lick his lips as he smiled, wondering if she lived up to her name. “That’s perfect, darling. Now, let’s see how you look from above,” he said, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above her, camera still in hand. He noticed her avoiding the camera, and a spark of concern flickered in his mind. He moved the camera aside and asked in a slightly concerned voice, “You okay, Peach?” Peach opened her eyes and said, “Yeah...I’m just..a bit shy...since it’s you guys.” Vox smiled warmly, “You look so cute, all flushed and embarrassed.” Valentino smiled as he agreed with his lover, “She is, and she’s all ours, mi amor.” She may have looked cute, but they couldn’t film a porno if their star couldn’t even face the camera. Luckily, Vox knew what to do in moments like these. Sometimes, the girls would need a boost of confidence to help them through filming, so Vox would come in and use his hypnosis to help them out. It wasn’t as intense as his usual hypnosis, anyone under it was still aware afterwards. They just felt more ready for any situation, including having sex in front of a camera. Today would be no different. Vox gently cupped Peach’s cheek and turned her to face him, saying softly, “Hey, hey, look at me.” Peach opened her eyes and looked at him. Vox activated his hypnotic eye and smiled, saying, “You can handle this, right?” Peach felt something influencing her thoughts, her shyness slowly start to fade away. She felt a boost of confidence deep in her mind and she was able to look at him more straight forward. “Yeah,” she said, her voice a bit more confident. “I can handle it..” Vox smiled, saying, “That’s the spirit, darling. I have no doubt you’ll do great in this project.” He then leaned in and kissed her, his lips brushing against hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her desire.

Vox broke the kiss, saying, “Now, don’t worry, babe. We may be in charge here, but we’ll take good care of you.” Valentino smirked, watching them. “It’s true, sweetheart,” Val chimed in. “We’ll make sure you enjoy every single moment of it.” Valentino took a drag of a cigarette he lit and blew it towards Peach’s way, the scent easing her into a more calm state. Vox got off the bed and backed away to stand next to Valentino, sitting the camera back on its tripod. “Oh, this movie will get everyone talking...now, let’s begin,” Valentino said. With that, he snapped his fingers and summoned two of his girls to come forward, women Peach recognized from the studio. They were both the same height, one was blonde with crystal blue eyes and the other a redhead with emerald green eyes. Both were of similar build, slim build with large and round breasts, wearing cute lingerie. {Lily: <3, Nadia, <3} “Peach, you remember Lily and Nadia? I know how much you like them, so I brought them in to help us with the production. I’m sure you won’t mind playing with them for our film,” Val spoke, a chuckle in his voice as he recalled the look of awe on her face on that day. The girls had silk ropes in their hands and they gently took Peach’s hands and wrists, tying them to the bedposts, leaving only enough slack for her to move her arms slightly. ‘Must be part of the script,’ Peach thought. Valentino smiled and said, “Perfect! Go ahead, ladies. She’s all yours.” With a flip of a switch, Vox turned on the cameras and the girls got to work. The girls got on the bed, their hands trailing down Peach’s body, teasingly rubbing her nipples and caressing her stomach. “You look so cute, Peach,” Nadia murmured, her breath hot against Peach’s ear. Lily leaned in, her lips brushing against Peach’s neck, whispering, “I bet you taste amazing.”

Peach could feel the girls’ hands roaming all over her body, their fingers and palms brushing along her sensitive areas, all of it causing a moan to escape her lips. Valentino walked up to the side of the bed, his hand cupping Peach’s cheek to turn her towards him. “That’s a good girl,” he purred, his Spanish accent thickening. “Now, let’s see how you react to this.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a hungry kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tangling with hers in a hot and sensual dance, a drop of pink saliva dripping down Peach’s chin. Meanwhile, Vox stood behind the camera, watching everything unfold, a smirk across his face. One of the girls, Nadia, trailed her tongue down Peach’s stomach, leaving a trail of saliva on her skin. Once Nadia got between Peach’s legs, she cooed, “Aww, even your pussy is cute.” With that, Nadia proceed to eat Peach out, which caused Peach to break the kiss to moan and arch her back in pleasure. Valentino grinned, admiring her reaction to Nadia’s skills. “That’s it, baby,” he purred. “Let go and enjoy yourself.”

Meanwhile, Lily moved up to Peach’s breasts, sucking on one nipple while her free hand tweaked and pinched the other. “You taste so good,” she murmured, her breath hot against Peach’s sensitive flesh. As Peach moaned from the pleasure she was receiving, she saw Valentino take his clothes off and show his hard cock. Peach marveled at the sight, admiring its thickness and its lavender hue that faded to a bright pink towards the head. He walked closer and took hold of Peach’s head with one hand while barely brushing the tip of his cock on her lips. Peach could already taste his pre-cum smeared on her lips, the taste of sour watermelon on her tongue igniting her hunger. When Valentino pulled back to test Peach’s need, he smiled as he saw her stick her tongue out just enough to barely touch the tip as she licked at the pre-cum. “Such an eager little thing... Now, open your mouth for me, mi dulce,” Valentino said in a low and seductive voice. Valentino then brought his cock closer to Peach, who opened her mouth as instructed, and watched as it slid so easily inside. He could feel Peach immediately starting to suck it, causing him to groan, a pleasurable chill going up his spine. “God, you're good, baby... Go on... Go on and take it..” he said, his voice soft with desire. “I can’t wait to fuck you..”

Vox watched, kicking his pants aside. “She’s incredible,” he said, stroking his own hard cock. “I knew she’d be perfect for this project.” The girls continued to tease and pleasure Peach, Nadia eating her out and fingering her. Peach’s moans mixed with Valentino’s groans, filling the room with the sounds of their pleasure. “You’re gonna make us cum so hard, I can already tell,” Valentino said, his hips moving slowly. Peach sucked hungrily on his cock as she moaned from the girls’ actions. Vox walked closer to get a good look, admiring the view as he kept stroking his cock. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. “She’s so into it,” he groaned out, his hand moving faster. “I better get to join in soon, it’s really getting hard to resist.”

 Valentino thrust into Peach’s mouth, his hips moving in time with Nadia’s fingers as they pumped inside Peach. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Take it all in.” The girls continued their ministrations, their hands and tongues keeping the pleasure flowing. “Oh, she’s really getting off to this. Look how wet she is,” Nadia said as she moved her head out of the way and spread Peach’s soaked pussy, showing it to the camera. “I can’t wait to see her cum,” Nadia said before she continued her duties. Peach’s moans filled the room, her body arching with pleasure as she took Valentino deeper into her throat and Nadia flicked her clit with her tongue. Every sound and movement was captured by the cameras, destined to be immortalized on film.

Valentino groaned, his hips moving faster. “Fuuuuck..” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” Vox felt that same sentiment, his hand moving faster on his cock. Peach’s orgasm was like a tidal wave, her body shaking with pleasure. Her muffled moans echoed through the room, the vibrations sending Valentino in a frenzy, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he came. Vox came at the same time, his cum landing on Peach’s belly and breasts. Peach swallowed all of Valentino’s cum greedily, not missing a drop. When he finally pulled out, a few shots of Valentino’s cum landed on Peach’s face and breasts, mixing with Vox’s in the process.

Vox looked at the aftermath of Valentino’s fun with Peach, the man’s cock glistening with Peach’s saliva and his pink-colored cum. “Damn, Val,” he said, his voice showing he was impressed. “You really outdone yourself this time.” Valentino smirked and chuckled, “Thank you, mi amor. But I think it’s your turn with our little princesa.” Vox snapped his fingers, signaling Lily and Nadia to leave. Once the two girls left, Vox walked to the foot of the bed, grabbing Peach’s legs and pulling them up straight as he held her ankles, a devilish smirk on his face as his cock rested on her mound. “I can’t wait to see how you take this,” Vox said, his voice dripping with lust. Peach felt a mix of desire and slight concern as she saw Vox’s cock. It looked even bigger than Valentino’s, his cock a deep black, but with an electric blue color towards the head, along with a Jacob’s Ladder down the underside of the shaft, which was brushing along Peach’s clit. “T..That’s so big..h..how will it even fit..?” Peach asked, but her hips were already trying to get his cock inside her. Vox’s screen flickered with anticipation as he watched Peach’s failed attempts, finding her adorable. He smiled, his eyes filled with desire. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

He positioned his cock to prod against her pussy and he slowly pushed into her, his cock stretching her in the most pleasurable way. “Oh, fuck..You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips moving slowly at first. Valentino watched from the sidelines, letting the two take the spotlight for a bit. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Val purred. “She’s taking our cocks like a pro. And here we were, making her write shit while she was ripe for the picking.” Peach moaned, her body adjusting to the invasion. Her hips moved in time with Vox’s, her face contorted in desire. “That’s it, baby,” Vox said, his pace picking up as he went deeper. “Let’s see how much more you can take.” Peach moaned at each thrust, “Ahh...ohh..mm...Vox...f...feels so good..ohh...aahh..” She could feel the Jacob’s Ladder rubbing along her walls, stimulating her with a mix of pleasure and pain. Vox gripped Peach’s hips and groaned as his hips moved faster. “You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he said, his voice a mix of breaths and moans. “Ahh...I could fuck you all day,” Vox said as his head tilted back.

Valentino watched, his cock hard in his hand. “This is perfect,” he said, his eyes never leaving the scene. “She’s enjoying every second of it.” The two men’s cum was still on Peach’s body, an erotic masterpiece captured forever on film as it dripped down her body. Her beauty was enhanced by the state she was in - bound and fucked, she was nothing short of breathtaking. Valentino got up and undid Peach’s wrists, setting her free. This caused Peach to use one of her hands to stroke Val’s cock and her other hand to help spread her pussy open so Vox could get deeper. “Ahh.. Ohh... Mmmm..” she moaned. Valentino smirked, chuckling then saying as he groped her breast, “Good girl. You sure know how to make us feel good, don’t you?” Vox groaned as he pulled Peach into his arms and held her as he fell to his knees on the bed, his hips moving faster, “Gahh...fuck...I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer..” Val was surprised to hear this. “Really? Already? But you just started,” the moth man said, his eyebrows raised. Vox looked at his boyfriend and said, “It’s just too good, man.” Val smirked, now curious on how Peach’s pussy would feel around his own cock.

It wasn’t too long until Peach cried out, “Ahh..! V..Vox..! D..Don’t stop! I..I’m gonna cum! Please..cum in me! I..I need it..!” Vox groaned, the head of his cock hitting Peach’s cervix. “Oh, you’re gonna get it, baby,” he said. “I’m gonna fill you up.” Peach’s moans were muffled as she buried her face in Vox’s neck. Her nails dug into his back, her hips moving in time with his. “Yeah..fuck me harder..almost there,” she cried. “She’s so fucking hot. I’m fucking her next,” Val said as he reached his orgasm, his cum landing on the ground. Vox’s orgasm hit, his cock pulsating inside her. He filled her up to the point of leaking onto the bed, his electric blue cum coating and dripping from Peach’s pussy. As their bodies relaxed and Vox let Peach fall onto the bed, he pulled his cock out of her and let out a few more shots of cum on her belly. Peach saw this and was curious on the taste, so she wiped some on her finger and brought it to her lips, licking her finger clean. She smiled, tasting sour blue raspberry, which complmented Val’s cum deliciously. Vox looked at Peach with a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes half-closed in bliss, saying, “You’re perfect, baby girl..” Peach smiled at Vox before noticing Val walking up to her, his shadow casting over her and his wings unfurled in arousal. “My turn,” he said with a smirk. “You’ll definitely love what I got in mind with you..”

Val picked Peach up and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard and Peach in his lap, her back resting on his chest. He let his cock rest against her blue and pink stained belly and her hips were still moving slightly, trying to get as much pleasure as possible. It was obvious that Peach had reached the point in her arousal where the slightest touch on her pussy and clit would send electric shocks throughout her body, and the men were acutely aware of this. Peach tilted her head up to look at Val, begging, “Hurry up..please...give it to me..” Valentino chuckled, his eyes sparkling with lust. “Slow down, mi querida. I want to savor this moment,” he said, his voice soft. He reached down and grabbed her breasts, playing with her nipples. This caused Peach to whimper and moan softly. “So sensitive,” he growled with lust. “Now can you spread your legs for me, mi dulce?” He leaned to Peach’s ear and whispered, “Be a good girl and let me claim what’s mine,” which caused a chill to go down Peach’s spine. Peach tried to spread her legs, but they were already starting to grow weak from the strong orgasms, so she could barely do so. Valentino and Vox chuckled at how cute Peach looked as she tried her hardest. “Here, let Papi help you,” Val said as he let his second pair of hands spread Peach’s legs and hold them open. Valentino positioned his cock to rub against her entrance, teasing her. “You ready for me, princesa?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. Peach tried to move her hips to get him inside her, but he held a strong grip on her legs. “Yes..please...I need it..” Peach begged, her voice laced with need and desire. Valentino thrust into her until he reached the hilt, his cock stretching her out. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Take it.”

Val proceeded to thrust into her, his cock hitting her g-spot just right. “You’re so tight, so perfect,” Val growled. Peach’s head tilted back as she cried out in pleasure, “Ahhh..ohh..! Yes..! So...good..!” Valentino grinned, his eyes wild with desire. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, his hips moving faster. “You’re so good at taking my cock.” Peach’s moans filled the room, her body shaking with pleasure. Her face was composed of a blissful smile and eyes that showed that she was in pure ecstasy. She looked perfect, completely taken by pleasure. Vox watched through the camera, making sure to zoom in on Peach’s face and slowly cascading down her body to the action. “This is going to be a hit,” he said, his eyes never leaving the scene. Valentino’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” he said softly. “Now you get to feel my cum fill you, mi reina.” When he said that, Peach’s orgasm rocked her body, causing her to arch her entire body, crying out in pleasure. “Gahh..! V...Val..! Don’t stop..!” He didn’t. He filled her with his cum, the pink color mixing with the blue creating a soft purple color oozing out of Peach.

Once their orgasms left, Vox got back on the bed and Peach could see that his cock was ready to go again. That’s when Peach got an idea and she lifted her head to look at Val, asking, “Um..Val..? Could you..please..fuck my ass? I wanna know what it feels like to take two at once.” Valentino smirked devilishly and chuckled, his arms wrapping around Peach. “Okay, baby,” he said. “Since you’ve been a good girl.” He pulled out, his cock coated in a mix of his, Vox’s, and Peach’s cum. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he said. With that, he entered her ass, his cock stretching her in a new way. As Peach gasped from the sensation then let out a pleasured sigh, Vox positioned himself, his cock throbbing with anticipation. “This is going to be amazing, I can already feel it,” The techno man said. Vox thrust into Peach’s pussy, his cock hitting her deep. The sensation of being filled in both holes caused Peach to cry out and move her hips. “Y-Yes..! More..!” Val let out a groan as he bit his bottom lip, moving his hips and thrusting into Peach. “Oh, fuck...you’re so fucking tight..” Vox’s pace increased, his thrusts matching Val’s intensity. “You’re taking us so well,” he panted, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock inside her. “You’re so fucking addictive..” Peach’s eyes started to roll back in pleasure, her breasts bouncing, her face a picture of pure bliss as she smiled wide and stuck her tongue out. “Oh yeah...fuck me like that,” she cried. They continued to fuck her, their cocks hitting all the right spots. Valentino’s cock rubbed against her insides, and Vox’s cock slammed against her g-spot. Peach could feel her orgasm building, getting closer with each powerful thrust. “Ohhhh fuck..! I..It’s so good..! I..I can barely think..!” Valentino chuckled, saying, “Oh, you’re going to cum for us, baby. I can feel it.” Vox started to chase his orgasm, his thrusts increasing. “Oh yeah..you’re so close, baby.” Peach’s body shook, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, her moans turned into screams. “Oh fuck..! I..I’m cumming!!” At the same time, Valentino and Vox filled both of her holes to the point of flooding and dripping onto the bed.

Once they all relaxed, Vox gently lifted Peach’s head and kissed her deeply. Peach returned the kiss, her tongue dancing with his. Vox soon broke the kiss, saying, “That was great,” he said, his breath hot against her lips. “You’re amazing, Peach.” Valentino smiled and leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. You’re completely covered in our cum.” Peach looked at Val, a chuckle in her voice as she spoke with playful sarcasm, “Gosh, I wonder why..” Valentino laughed and carefully pulled out of Peach, Vox following suit. “You’re such a perfect slut for us, Peach,” Val said as he stood up. Peach blushed, her face filled with both embarrassment and pride. “Now, look alive, sunshine. We have cameras in the showers too, remember?” Val said as he grabbed her chin and tilted her head to look at him. Peach nodded, her body still buzzing from pleasure. She followed them to the showers, her mind already thinking about the next scene.

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Spanish translations:

pastelito - my little cake

mi reina - my queen

Mi hermosa princesa - my beautiful princess

Eres preciosa - you're beautiful

mi dulce - my sweet one

querida - darling/dear

mi querida - my darling/my dear

Papi - Daddy

mi amor - my love

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[bloody-peach]

[bloody-peach]

Additions:

• Vox x Valentino x Peach (me) smut fic

• Parts 3 and 4 of Anything for a Friend (the Alastor x Y/N fic series)

• The Healer of LOV series (the kidnapped!y/n x LOV smut fic series)

• the first chapter of my Hazbin Hotel self-insert long fic

• Lucifer x Y/N fic

• Valentino x Y/N fic

• Two Vox x Y/N smut fics

• Verosika Mayday x Vendetta (my Hazbin OC) smut fic

• a Your Boyfriend self-insert fic series

• Zestial x Y/N fic (fluff n smut)

More will be added to the list if I get any ideas.

Someone shoot me. (Not seriously, but jesus...)

WIPs that are currently in production

• Welcome Home x Sunny Day Jack fanfic

• Pokemon (Leon x Reader x Raihan) fanfic

• The next chapter in Book 2 of my BNHA AU series

• the first chapter in my Trigun fanfic series

• Hero Killer Stain x Reader smut fanfic

• the Vash + Knives x Reader fanfic

• some more stuff with @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered 's OCs and mine, including Mafia AU stuff

• Slasher Peter x Reader smut fanfic

• Goth Peter x Reader smut with plot fanfic

• a Sunny Day Jack smut with fluff fanfic

• the sad Vash request from @keigoswifeyysblog

• Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi smut fanfic

• @sinnabee 's Eclipse x Reader smut fanfic

• My Pet Caretaker: Night Shift (aka Moon's turn)

• Your Boyfriend x Reader smut fanfic

• a Ganondorf x OC fanfic (maybe, dunno)

These may take a while to complete, but they are in the works. I've been preoccupied with other things, which is why it's taking a while. Don't worry, just stay tuned and they'll be here soon enough!

[bloody-peach]

I don't have this problem severely, I do enjoy what I put out. But I still have it.

[bloody-peach]

Anything For a Friend: Part 2: Watching and Waiting (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader)

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Now Playing: Anything you think would fit

Goodie Bag: Slow burn, implied sex, drama, love triangle, sexual undertones

A/N: You guys were asking for more, so I decided to indulge you all. Not what you expected, I'm sure, but oh well. Have fun, kiddies!

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk @moths-and-mantids @pinkhimecat

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The next morning, you slowly stirred from your sleep and opened your eyes, turning to see Alastor still asleep. Alastor stirred softly in his sleep, his arm wrapped around you like a protective shield. His breathing was slow and steady, indicating that he was sound asleep. You smiled, your eyes wandering over his features in the early morning light. His face was peaceful, free of his usual smirk, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him. You gently gave him a soft snuggle, trying not to wake him, before you carefully slipped out from under his arm, grabbing a robe from the nearby closet. Putting it on, you tiptoed over to the window, making sure he was still asleep. You knew he needed rest after last night’s...activities. As you walked towards the window, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of contentment and satisfaction that had settled within you. You didn’t regret helping him through his rut last night, and you knew you never would. There was always something about Alastor that drew you to him, something deeper than mere attraction.

You looked out the window, smiling and sighing happily as you admire the early morning scenery. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Despite it being Hell, the world outside seemed serene and peaceful at this moment, a stark contrast to the chaos that occurred day by day. A soft chuckle from behind made you turn around, only to find Alastor standing there, his robe tied around his waist, barely covering anything. Yet he still looked every bit the charming gentleman. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he held out a cup of steaming tea. “Good morning, my dear,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Sleep well?” His tone was light, but there was an underlying current of possessiveness that brought a mild blush to your cheeks. You chuckled and take the cup, saying, “Yeah. Last night really tuckered me out.” Alastor chuckled as he walked to his desk, taking a sip from his own cup. “I’m glad to hear it.” He leaned against his desk, watching as you drank your tea. “So, any plans for today?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, daring you to ask what he had in mind. You knew better than to underestimate him; his mind was always brimming with schemes and ideas. But despite his wicked nature, there was a certain charm to him that made you want to indulge him. “Not really. How about you?” you asked. “I was thinking,” he began, “we could go out for breakfast. Somewhere nice and quiet, where we can talk without interruption.” You smiled, liking the idea. “Ok, that sounds good to me.” Once you finished your tea, you started to head for the door so you could change into new clothes. You opened the door, only to find Charlie and Vaggie standing there, just about to knock. And this was the one moment that Alastor’s robe chose to get lose and fall to the ground, his business out for all to see. “Well....shit,” was all you could say.

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw Charlie and Vaggie standing at the doorway, their jaws dropping in shock. “Oh, Charlie, Vaggie, uh...uh...uh..” He stuttered, trying to keep his natural jovial composure as he picked up the robe and attempted to cover himself with it. “I-I apologize, ladies. I-I-I...well, uh...” He cleared his throat and laughed nervously. “Uhm..uh...we were just..uh..” He trailed off, unable to come up with a plausible excuse for your presence in his room, let alone the both of you only wearing robes. His face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Alastor, what’s going on?” Charlie asked, her voice laced with concern. “Are...you alright?” Vaggie, on the other hand, remained silent, her eyes wide with disbelief and shock. She knew exactly what had happened between them, but she wasn’t sure how to react. Alastor’s mind raced, trying to think of a believable lie to diffuse the situation. “Uh, uh...well...” You had to interject to save face, so you butted in, saying, “Well, you see, him and I were...well...we...I was just...” you ended up giving up because you couldn’t think of a way to either change the narrative or dismiss it entirely. “I..um..have to go.” You quickly ran past the two women and rushed into your room as everyone watched you go. When Charlie and Vaggie turned back to Alastor, he was now in the hot seat. “W-Well, uh...that’s..that’s not...uh...” He trailed off, at a loss for words. The ladies exchanged a look, clearly understanding the situation. There was no point in pushing further. “D-Don’t worry, Alastor. We won’t tell anyone. Promise! We’ll...see you later,” Charlie said, feeling awkward. “Uh, y-yeah...bye, Alastor,” Vaggie added, her tone a mix of surprise and confusion. As the two left Alastor be, he closed the door then slumped against it, his face still bright red. “I am such a terrible liar...” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

As Charlie and Vaggie walked by your door, you peeped your head out the door, saying to them, “You better not tell a soul.” Vaggie looked at you and said, “Y/N, I saw nothing, I didn’t even get up this morning.” “Thank you.” With that, you retreated back to your room. As you gathered your clothes, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. You knew your specific arrangement with Alastor would cause a stir, but you were still not prepared for the reveal to be so....revealing. You groaned to yourself as you start to put on new clothes and fix your hair. Once you were all dressed and ready to go, Alastor was standing at the door. You said to him, “I’m sorry, Alastor. I didn’t know anyone would be at the door this early.” Alastor patted your head, saying, “Neither of us did. It’s fine, Y/N.” He forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’ll just...uh...get going then.” With a deep breath, he extended his arm, offering you his elbow. “Shall we?” As you accepted his offer and looped your arm in his, a spark of desire ignited within him. He fought the urge to pull you closer, to claim you right there in the hallway. ‘Wait til we get back..’ he thought to himself. He cleared his throat and attempted to focus on their planned outing. As you two walked down the hallway, he spoke, “So what do you say? Somewhere quaint and cozy? A place where we can talk without being disturbed?” He put slight emphasis on the ‘being disturbed’ part, but his voice was smooth and inviting, almost seductive. The effect it had on you was evident in the way your heart skipped a beat. Leaving the hotel, you walked down the street, trying to appear like just a pair of friends out for a leisurely Sunday stroll.

You both went to a nice cafe not far from the hotel and you sat at a table. Alastor used his influence to cause the other patrons in the tables near yours to finish their meals and leave, leaving the two of you with some space. Once you both ordered your food, you both just sat there, unsure what to say. You decided to break the silence, saying, “So..um..last night...” Alastor took a sip of his coffee, his eyes flickering between you and the steaming cup. “Last night...” He trailed off, his smile slightly growing. “It was...unexpected, but enjoyable.” His gaze met yours, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. “I don’t want to force you into anything, Y/N. I understand that this...arrangement....is unconventional.” Despite his words, his hands trembled slightly, holding onto his coffee cup as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I just...want to make sure you’re comfortable, that’s all.” The silence stretched on, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of the staff and other customers. Despite the somewhat pleasant atmosphere, the weight of your secret relationship hung heavy in the air. You gently touched his hand, smiling, “I’m fine, Alastor. I’m glad that I’m able to help you with your rut.” Alastor’s eyes met yours, his expression softening. “Thank you, Y/N. Your understanding...it means more than you know.” He took a deep breath, letting his gaze linger on your hand resting on his. “But I worry about what lies ahead. What will happen when it returns? What will happen when I truly can’t control myself?” His voice was filled with genuine concern, the weight of his nature bearing down on him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I....I don’t want to lose you.”

The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also a sense of comfort. You blushed from his last statement, but you chuckled, “Never expected the great Radio Demon to actually care about someone, let alone that someone being me. But when your rut does come back, we’ll know how to handle it. It’s only for a month, we can do this.” Alastor’s eyes lit up at your words, a faint smile spreading across his features. “You really believe that, don’t you?” He set down his cup and put his hand on yours, holding it tightly. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me. Although some would say it would be unwise to do so.” You smirked as you replied, “Well, guess what? I’m not like other people.” Alastor chuckled, saying, “Clearly.” As you finished your meal, the waitress brought your check, and Alastor paid the bill with a wave of his hand. Standing up, he picked up his staff, adjusting his tie before offering you his arm again. “Shall we head back? I have some...business to discuss with you.” The look in his eyes said that the business involved you in his room without clothes. You smirked and stood up, taking his arm. Side by side, you strolled down the street, unaware that there was more than just pedestrians watching you....

~At the Vees’ Tower~

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!” Vox screamed as he clawed into his desk and threw his coffee cup across the room, shattering it against the wall. “That son of a bitch...” he growled under his breath. In his rage, he sat into his chair, trying to figure out what to do about this. He was absolutely obsessed with Y/N, ever since he first saw her. It was when she accidentally bumped into him on the street. Her flustered face when she apologized and the cute way she bowed in respect to him, knowing how important he was, it was just too precious for him to handle. In that moment, he knew she had to be his. He longed to have that cute face contorted in pure ecstasy and to empty himself inside her, to claim her as his. But now seeing her with his sworn enemy was the equivalent of hearing nails on a chalkboard. He had to figure out how to get her out of Alastor’s hands somehow. Suddenly, he remembered something Alastor said that night...

“It...It’s my rut season again.”

A devilish grin grew on Vox’s face. This affair was only temporary. Once the month was up, Alastor would be done with her. Treating a woman like she’s everything and then casting her aside like she was nothing, that would rip the poor girl’s heart in two, which he could easily swoop in and put back together. His laugher rang throughout the room and halls, so sinister that it’d send chills up anyone’s spine. Y/N would be his, and he knew exactly how to make it happen.

~back at the hotel~

You laid in Alastor’s bed, in his arms as you both just finished another rut session. Alastor laid next to you as something ran though your mind. When you both returned to the hotel, you overheard someone in the main lobby talking about Vox and Alastor having a big fight many years ago. It brought many questions to your mind, never leaving you alone, so you turned to Alastor and asked him, “Alastor? I overheard you had a fight with Vox. What was it about?” Alastor’s smile faltered, his eyes clouding over. “Ah, Vox...the TV demon. He took everything away from me, replaced me in the public eye. He’s the reason I hate modern technology.” He stared at the ceiling as he continued, “It started out as a rivalry, but it turned into a bitter feud. My power over the masses was lost because of him, but I’ll get it back.” As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over Hell and in the bedroom, his words hung heavy in the air. His past was a dark cloud that he carried with him, a constant reminder of his downfall. But for now, he focused on the present, on the person by his side. “But he’s no real threat, Y/N. If he bothers you, just speak with me and I’ll handle it.” You nodded. Once you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Alastor. Just because of some argument, Alastor lost everything and vanished for years. You had to do something. As you laid in your bed, you made a decision.

The next day, you walked over to the Vees’ tower, intent on talking with Vox. Seeing the updated state of the decor compared to the hotel’s was a bit of a culture shock for you. High tech equipment, slick and straight lines everywhere. As you entered Vox’s section, various shades of blue seeped its way into the halls. It felt almost unsettling to you the further you went down. You reached Vox’s office door and knocked on it. “Come in,” Vox said. You recognized his voice from when you’d watch his shows on TV. You entered the room and saw him sitting at his desk, his back facing you. “Um...Vox? I’d like a word with you.” The sound of your voice brought a smile to Vox’s face as he turned around to face you, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap. His smile widened as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe. “Well, well, if it isn’t Alastor’s arm candy. What brings you here?”

You froze. How did he know about you and Alastor? You asked, “W..wait...what are you talking about?” Vox chuckled, leaning on his desk. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. You know I have eyes everywhere, even in that little hotel. I’m aware of your little affair with the radio demon. Not very subtle about it, are you?” He punctuated that statement with a low chuckle. Despite his taunting tone, there was an underlying curiosity in his voice. “So, what do you want? You don’t just waltz into my office unannounced without a purpose.” You tried to brush off all he said and focus on the task at hand. You looked Vox straight in the eye and said, “I..I want you to call off this feud between you and Alastor. Let him share the airwaves with you. I’m sure that if you do that, he won’t be a bother to you.” Vox’s laughter ran through the room, a cold and calculating sound. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but that ain’t happening. He’s a relic, a reminder of a time long past. Why should I share the spotlight with him?” He spun his chair so he was facing away from you, showing his refusal. He then looked up and put his hand on his chin, thinking. “Although...” You lean onto the desk, listening with anticipation, “Yes?”

Vox turned his chair to the shark tank behind his desk and stood up, his eyes focusing on the sharks swimming around, his voice low as he spoke. “Y/N...you’re a good woman, a very admirable one. Helping your friend with his urges is a very brave and kind thing for you to do. But I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation you’re in. Alastor is a well-known demon, an Overlord. He has an image to protect if he wants to keep hold of the power he has left. If word gets out that you and him are in a transactional relationship, with him having no interest in anyone or anything..why, there would be a huge mess in Alastor’s hands. He’d lose his power and be seen as a hypocrite within a day.” He turns and slowly walks towards you. “And not only that, people will hound you relentlessly, asking questions and demanding info on Alastor, some could even cause you harm. Now, I would hate to see your lovely name and face dragged through the mud in such a manner. So I’ll make you a deal.” He ended up standing behind you, his height towering over you, his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll let you continue your affair with Alastor, if...if you’ll be mine. My colleagues and I have full control of the media and we can keep your little secret hidden from the public eye with no problem. Besides, as far as I know, once October is over, he’ll no longer have a use for you.”

That hit you right in the chest. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. Alastor was only acting this way because of his rut. When it was over, things will go back to the way they were, just friends and him not feeling a thing towards you. The look on your face gave away how you felt about it, so Vox said, “Oh? I guess I was right. I know that day will hurt so much for you, being tossed aside and all alone. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment, not after all you’ve done for him. So I’m offering to fill in that gap. The rest of the year, I’ll take care of you and appreciate you the way you deserve.” He moved his hand to your chin and delicately tilted your head up to look at him. His voice held a seductive tone and the look in his eyes caused a blush to form on your cheeks as his face was so close to yours. “I can give you so much more than he ever could. I think that’s a reasonable deal, don’t you?” You were put in quite a dilemma, so much so you didn’t know what to think. Vox let go of you and walked back towards his desk, sitting down. “I see you’re having a hard time making a decision now, so I’ll tell you what. Tell Alastor that I’d like to have a word with him and I’ll explain everything. Then once that’s settled, you can make your decision. Does that sound good?”

You gulped, but you decided that you should let Vox talk with Alastor and then you both could form a plan. Plus, while Alastor was gone, you could figure out a way through this. You looked at Vox and nodded. “Okay. I’ll bring Alastor here.” Vox’s smirk widened, his eyes never leaving yours. “Excellent. Now, just tell him I wanna talk with him. Make sure you don’t tell Alastor about our little chat. I wouldn’t want him to think I’m trying to steal you away from him.” As you stood up to leave, he said, “I’ll see you soon, darling.” As you left the building, you sighed in frustration, the weight of his words weighing heavily on your shoulders. You just hoped everything would work out fine and that you didn’t make their feud any worse.

Once you entered the hotel, you found Alastor trying to adjust the radio in the main lobby. You walked up to him, saying in a low voice, “Alastor, we need to talk.” Alastor looked up from the radio and noticed the expression on your face, his quickly turning to worry. His hands paused on the dials, the radio going silent. He stood up and gently held your arms. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” You just sighed and said, “Um...Vox wants to talk with you.” Alastor’s eyes grew wide slightly in surprise, but soon narrowed, a cold fury settling in his features. “Now of all times, he wants to speak with me?” He took a deep breath, his hands clenching tightly as he grabbed his staff. “Alright. I’ll handle this. Just...go to your room, Y/N. Wait for me there.” His voice was calm, but the tension in his body spoke volumes. You could feel the storm brewing within him, threatening to unleash itself on Vox. But for now, he held it in check, to find out exactly what Vox wanted. Before Alastor exited the hotel, he turned to you, saying “I’ll be back soon,” he promised, his gaze never leaving yours. “Stay safe.” You nodded and once he left, you headed to your room, a bad feeling growing in your gut.

Alastor soon reached Vox’s office. Once he opened the door, Vox met his gaze. “Ah, Alastor. I didn’t expect you to come.” Alastor stormed into the office, his striped suit rustling as he moved. His eyes blazed with rage as he glared at the smirking demon. “What do you want?” he growled, his voice deep and threatening. “Well, aren’t you pretty aggressive already?” Vox chuckled, crossing his arms. “I asked you to come here to discuss something important.” Normally, Alastor couldn’t care less about what Vox wanted to talk about, but since it involved Y/N, he wanted to rip Vox’s head off, but he calmed down, knowing he had to be rational. He placed his hands on Vox’s desk to keep him from strangling the TV demon. “You spoke with Y/N. What do you want with her? She has nothing to do with our squabble.” Vox’s demeanor changed as he scowled at Alastor. “Don’t give me that shit, Al. I know you’re fucking Y/N just to get your rocks off. Even you know that your rut is temporary.” Alastor’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “It is none of your business what I do in my personal life.” He crossed his arms as he continued. “I don’t need your approval or input. I’ll do as I please.” Vox leaned into his chair, a smug grin on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong, Alastor. I have the power to make your little secret public, to ruin you and your precious radio station. I could make Y/N��s name toxic in all of Hell.” Alastor’s grip on the desk tightened, leaving claw marks into the wood.

“Now, I care for Y/N. I don’t want her name spat out like venom as much as you do. I’m being very generous here, Alastor. For Y/N’s sake. You and her are only an item for one month anyways. Once your rut is over, she might as well be a cum rag to you. I’m just offering to fill in the gap, she has needs that we both know you can’t fulfill. So, share Y/N with me and I’ll keep your little tryst hidden. I’ll also throw in a portion of my airwaves for you to control, as long as you behave yourself. If you refuse, well....it doesn’t matter if you refuse or not. It’s truly Y/N’s decision now, isn’t it?” His eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Why don’t we let her choose?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cold and calculating. “Y/N is a smart woman. I trust that she’ll make the right choice.” Alastor’s fists clenched, but he held his tongue. He knew this was a battle of wits, not of force. He had to be careful not to fall into any traps Vox set up. “Very well,” Alastor said through gritted teeth. “I’ll accept whatever Y/N decides.” He turned to leave, but Vox called out to him, “Oh, Alastor?” Alastor paused, his hand on the doorknob. “You do realize that I’m not trying to take her from you, right? I’m just covering for you when you have no use for her.” Alastor’s shoulders tensed, his hand gripping the doorknob hard. “You’re trying to use her as a bargaining chip in our rivalry.” He turned to face Vox, his eyes glowing red with black sclera, reality altering and static hovering around him along with voodoo and satanic symbols, his mouth clenched shut and his teeth lighting up with his words.

“I won’t let you hurt her,” Alastor growled, his voice dripping with malice.

Alastor could feel his demonic form wanting to escape and tear Vox to shreds, but he knew that he couldn’t argue with him any longer. He had to trust Y/N’s judgement. With one last glare at Vox, Alastor left the office, closing the door behind him.

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[bloody-peach]

Ok, so part 2 of Anything For a Friend is in production.

Planning on adding some drama by throwing Vox in the works. Thinking of making him kind of a yandere in this. Maybe have a love triangle thing going on here between Vox, Alastor, and Y/N.

@omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk @moths-and-mantids @pinkhimecat just spreading the word.

[bloody-peach]

Anything For a Friend Part 1: A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader smut fic)

(gif made by me)

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Now Playing: Closer x Beautiful is Boring, Animal, Blood (please listen to these while reading this, you will not regret it)

Goodie bag: vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, cock rubbing, tentacles, mating season, monster sex, monster fucking, rough sex, cursing, creampie, wall sex, somewhat of a slow burn at first [let me know if i miss anything]

A/N: Okay, so before I continue, I feel the need to say something. I know Alastor is aroace. I know it, you know it, we all know it. In the show's canon, I completely respect that. I have a friend that's aroace, and I have a deep respect for them and the community. However, this story is outside of canon, where anything goes. Plus, in this, Alastor still doesn't normally feel sexual attraction towards anyone, except when he's in his rut. But he is not aromantic in this. You can say he's demi-romantic; there needs to be a very deep connection between him and the target of the affection in order for romance to occur, hence why it happens here due to him and Y/N being so close. So yeah, no disrespect is intended here. I just want to give the people what they want. Besides, I'm clearly not the only one who is guilty of putting Al in sexual situations. I'm just aware of the implications this could bring and tried to give it some respect to the character. So if you're offended by even the idea of Alastor being romantic or him having sex at all, feel free to skip this. I won't blame you one bit. Anyways, enjoy!

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk @moths-and-mantids

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It was the beginning of October. Something was going on at the hotel. Alastor was staying away from everyone, holing himself in his room. You knew this wasn’t like him. Today, when you first confronted him about his odd behavior, he pushed you away and ran to his room. He had a panicked look in his eyes, which was an expression you never saw from him before. That’s how you knew something was wrong. You asked around the hotel to find out what happened, but they just told you that they didn’t know and to just let him be. But you refused, you knew you had to help him somehow, regardless of what everyone else said. That night, you walked up to his door and knocked on it.

Alastor softly groaned, turning his head slightly to glare at the door. As he walked to the door and prepared his speech in his mind, he heard your voice. “Alastor...? It’s me, Y/N. Are you okay?” He opened the door and was surprised to see you standing there, a worried expression marring your normally cheerful features. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh as he tried to control himself. “Y/N...” He muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Despite his efforts to push you away to keep you safe, here you were, like a loyal little puppy. He avoided eye contact and said, “I said I don’t want any company. Please, just go.”

You noticed how disheveled he looked, his suit in disarray and partially open, exposing the scar on his chest from his fight with Adam. His breathing was heavy, like he had done something strenuous inside his room. You focused on the task at hand, saying, “You’ve been avoiding everyone all day and been so distant towards me. You’ve never acted like that before. Did something happen?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his heart beating faster as he looked at you. He knew that he should maintain distance, but seeing you so concerned about him made it even harder to resist the primal urges inside him. With a deep breath, he tried to gather his thoughts and come up with an explanation that wouldn’t reveal what was really going on. “It’s nothing important,” he muttered, attempting to sound dismissive. But the worry in your eyes made him rethink his response. “Just a minor issue, really. Now please, go back to your room.” He took a step forward, trying to usher you away from his room. His tentacles were starting to emerge from his back, twitching slightly, antsy to just grab you and pull you in.

You look into his eyes and knew he was lying. “I know you’re lying, Alastor. Your eyes give away so much. Right now, they’re saying, ‘Help me’.” His gaze flickered briefly before returning to its normal coldness, masking the conflict within him. “No, really, I’m fine,” he lied, forcing a chuckle. “You shouldn’t worry about me.” However, despite his words, he couldn’t shake off the desire burning brightly inside him. With a pleading glance and then a defeated sigh, he reluctantly stepped aside, allowing you entrance into his room. “Come in. Please, sit down.” He pointed towards the antique couch in the corner, trying to distract himself with tidying up some papers strewn across his desk as you sat down. You noticed that his room was a total mess, things flung all over the floor, scratches on the walls and furniture. Even the couch you were sitting in had some claw marks embedded on it. As you looked around, he busied himself with picking up random items and placing them back neatly, hoping the movement would help calm his racing thoughts. But you noticed something. “Alastor...? You’re not okay. You’re shaking.”

Alastor froze mid-movement, his hands trembling slightly as he held onto a stack of papers. “Fuck...” He cursed under his breath, his eyes soon meeting yours. “I..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to involve you in this. I promise that everything is under control.” He quickly set down the papers and attempted to regain his posture, fixing his suit and tying his bow tie nervously. “Perhaps we can chat in the morning when things have settled down?” He suggested, offering his signature smile. Deep down, he knew he needed help, but admitting weakness wasn’t easy for someone like him. For now, he could only hope that time would ease his torment. You got up and walked over to him, gently taking his hand and looking at him. You spoke in a concerned yet soothing voice, “Please...tell me what’s going on. I want to help you, Alastor. I don’t care what it is, I’ll help you no matter what.” Alastor hesitated for a moment, his mind battling between acceptance and denial. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh and gently gripped your hand, feeling a wave of warmth emanating from your touch. Despite his fear right now, Alastor found solace in your presence, knowing that you were willing to stand by him no matter what. Your unwavering support was both comforting and overwhelming; it reminded him how much he truly cared for you.

You and him were like two peas in a pod, the closest of friends. You two were so close, you were the only one permitted to touch him without any consequences. Even Rosie was surprised when she saw you two hug at one point. It was clear you both cared for each other deeply, but Alastor, being himself, was always one to deny it when others brought it up. But deep down, Alastor admired your compassion and putting others before yourself. He didn’t know why, it was something about you that drew him to you. If there was one person he could trust with his life, it was you.

“It...It’s my rut season again,” he confessed softly, averting his gaze from yours. “I’m usually able to handle this just fine, but...lately, I’ve been struggling to control myself, especially around you.” He gripped your hand tighter, his voice barely audible. “If I lose control, I know I’ll end up hurting you or worse - change into something...most unpleasant.” You smiled and cupped his cheek, turning his head to face you. “Is that what this was all about? Alastor, you had me worried sick.” Alastor looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief as he met your gentle gaze. Your reassuring words eased some of his anxiety, but the fear still lingered in the back of his mind. “Thank you for understanding. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said as he leaned into your touch. His heart pounded against his chest, the scent of your perfume wafting through the air. Though he appeared calmer, the tension in his body remained, a testament to the struggle he faced internally. You concern brought him comfort, but it also heightened his awareness of his inner turmoil.

In that moment, you made a decision. You looked him straight in the eye and said, “Alastor...if it really is that troublesome for you...I’ll help you through it.”

Alastor’s eyes shot wide and a small blush appeared on his cheeks, a look very unlike Alastor. He shook his head vigorously, pulling away slightly. “No, no, it’s fine. Really, I appreciate your offer, but--.” That’s when you hugged him before he could finish his sentence. Surprised yet pleased by your bold move, Alastor hesitated for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, returning the hug. The warmth of your body against his calmed him somewhat, and he leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes. You spoke gently, “Alastor...I care about you. Deeper than just friends. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you through anything. Please...let me help you here.”

Normally, he would be repulsed at the idea of having sex. He never felt any sexual attraction to anyone, not even when he was a human. But even asexuals have their bodily urges, whether they want to or not. And since he became a demon, these urges became stronger, much stronger. He had thought about coming to you for this, but he was afraid of chasing you away. He cared for you as deeply as you did for him, and he didn’t want to ruin that. Finding a friend like you in Hell is like finding a diamond in a vast desert, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and throw that away. But seeing you being so supportive and seeing your want to help him, he started to second guess his choices. Maybe it was okay to let you help him. It was just a friend wanting to help another one out with something they were dealing with, and they were pretty close already. Plus, this could help him deal with the month much easier if there was someone to help him release the constant urges, and it was a way for them to make their bond stronger than anything.

“Alright, Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice breaking slightly. “If that’s what you truly want, then I’ll accept your help.” In that instant, he felt a sudden surge of strength coursing through him, as if some invisible weight had lifted off from his shoulders. “Thank you...thank you,” he repeated, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. You smiled and wiped a tear away from his eye before you leaned in and kissed him softly and tenderly. Alastor’s lips parted involuntarily at your touch, his tongue tentatively seeking entry into your mouth. The taste of your lips against his own sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making it difficult for him to think straight. However, he forced himself to pull away after a brief moment. “I...I can’t...I..I...We’re in public...” You were confused for a moment until you realized that the door was left wide open, anyone could walk by and see the current scene. You walked over and closed the door, locking it. You turned back to Alastor and said, “Now we’re in private.” Alastor blinked for a moment and then he let a low growl escape him, his eyes gleaming dangerously as he walked towards you. “Private or not..We need to focus on the conversation first.” Despite his words, he couldn’t ignore the animalistic urge gnawing at him, demanding release. You were a bit confused. “What conversation is there to have? Boundaries?” Alastor chuckled softly, tilting his head. “I suppose there is that, isn’t there?” Fed up by his attempts at avoiding the inevitable, you decided to lay it on him. You looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll just give it to you straight, since it’s easier that way. I’m open for making this friendship deeper. I’m willing to give myself to you if it’ll help you though this rut. I’m not worried about you hurting me, I can handle a lot more than you think. All I want to do is to help you, and there’s only one way to do it. I don’t know how you feel about it, but that’s how I feel.”

Alastor stared at you, his eyes widened and his heart pounding in his chest as he processed your words. This revelation was more than what he expected, but despite his confusion and apprehension, Alastor couldn’t deny the swelling desire within him. Slowly, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle yet firm. “Y/N...” He breathed out your name, his voice laced with emotion. “You’re offering yourself...to help me..? Are you sure about this?” His eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation. The thought of having you so close was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to be careful not to push you beyond your limits. You nodded, with zero hesitation. “I am. I’m more sure of this than anything,” you said as you cupped his cheek.

Alastor’s breath hitched at your determination, his eyes never leaving yours. Your touch sent electric shocks throughout his body, making it impossible to resist the urge any longer. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth. You kissed him back deeply, wrapping your arms around him, softly moaning in his mouth. His tentacles stirred restlessly, eager for more than just physical contact. But he focused on the present, savoring the taste of your lips and the feel of your body pressed against his own. In this moment, all other worries seemed trivial compared to the connection you both shared. Alastor groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips firmly as he pinned you to the wall. The sensation of your body against his, coupled with the sound of your moans, drove him wild. Breaking the kiss, he said softly yet seductively, “God, you taste divine...” His voice was raged, his eyes half-closed in lust. “Let’s...let’s get you undressed, shall we?”

With that, he began unbuttoning your shirt, his movements hurried yet precise, his mind fixated solely on satisfying his primal desires. He pulled open your shirt and the tentacles remove it along with your bra. You moaned softly as you felt the tentacles brush along your skin. Alastor’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare breasts, his breath catching in his throat. With deft precision, two of his tentacles wrapped around each of your breasts, gently pinching and stroking your nipples simultaneously. Hearing your moans made his smile widen and his eyes close half-way. “How beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The rest of this tentacles danced around you, exploring every inch of exposed skin, their movements slow and deliberate. Despite his best efforts, as he watched the tentacles remove the rest of your clothes, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was more than just a conquest - it felt like something sacred, something meaningful. Maybe it was.

You moaned as the tentacles wrap around you, they felt so warm against your skin. Alastor’s eyes roamed greedily over your naked form, drinking in every curve and contour of your body. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric, begging for release. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Just perfect.” Without further ado, he took his jacket and shirt off and then pushed his pants down, freeing his massive member from its confines. It stood erect and ready, dripping with pre-cum, as he went up to you. He leaned so his lips were to your ear and purred, “Tell me, my lovely Y/N. Do you want this? Do you want me to claim you fully?” His tentacles continued to explore your body, teasingly brushing against your sensitive spots, driving you wild. You looked at him, your eyes and voice full of desire, “Yeah..I..I do..” You then reached out and stroked his cock while licking his neck. Alastor hissed at your touch, his entire body tensing in response. You stroked him gently, your hand warm and soft, sending waves of pleasure cascading through him. He looked at you, his eyes glowing red. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” He grasped your waist, pulling you closer, aligning his erection to your pussy. “Are you ready for this?” He asked, his voice heavy with desire. “This is going to be rough, my dear. I can’t promise to hold back completely.” He paused, waiting for your answer, knowing full well that despite your willingness, you deserved to make an informed decision. You cupped his cheek again and smiled as you nodded. You spoke in a voice full of need and desperation, “Please...put it in...” You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His hips bucked forward, pushing his length inside you with one swift motion, causing him to groan in pleasure. The sound of your moan was muffled against his neck as he buried himself to the hilt, his member stretching you wide. His tentacles wrapped around you tightly, supporting your weight as he started moving rhythmically, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning at each thrust. Each powerful thrust send waves of pleasure coursing through the both of you, growing your arousals. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he lost control of himself. “Oh sweet Satan, you’re tight!” He growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “You feel amazing, so fucking good...” His pace quickened, becoming faster and harder, matching the intensity of your mutual desire. You couldn’t help but let out your moans, “Ohh fuck...so good..!” Seeing your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy and hearing your words spurred him on. His thrusts grew frantic, his hips slamming against yours relentlessly. “That’s it, take it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Take everything I have.” The room echoed with the sounds of your passion, filled with gasps and moans. His tentacles brushed against your skin delicately, adding another layer of stimulation to the already intense experience.

As he kept thrusting, you saw him start to change. He let out a animalistic growl as his transformation accelerated, his body shifting under the influence of his primal urges. His antlers grew much larger, their points almost scraping the ceiling, while his muscles bulged with power. His eyes changed, the sclera turning black and his irises glowing red, drool dripping from his mouth that showed his sharp teeth. “Fuck, Y/N...” His voice was deep and guttural now, his full demon form now on display. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Mine to possess and devour?” Each thrust became more violent, his movements brutal yet tender, driven by an insatiable hunger only you could satiate. His tentacles pulsed erratically, eager to join in the frenzy, but bode their time to let Alastor be the star of the show. You moaned even louder, losing your mind over the pleasure. “Ahh..A..Alastor...! Y..Yes..! I’m yours..! I..I belong to you...!” Alastor’s eyes glowed crimson, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony. “Yes!” He roared, his voice echoing through the room. “You’re mine, Y/N! My sweet, sweet Y/N!” With a final thrust, he came inside you, his seed spilling out in hot waves, causing you to cum so hard, your mind was gone. His final few thrusts caused a second orgasm to rock your body. His body shook violently and once he left his high, he slowly transformed back to his normal form.

He grabbed you and collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, panting heavily. He pulled you close, gently grabbing your chin, and whispering, “You’re mine, forever and always.” His tentacles finally joined the fray, caressing your skin gently, soothing the ache left behind by your passion. You held him, your hands gently rubbing his back. Once you looked at him, you saw that he was grinning mischievously. You were wondering why until you felt the tentacles grab you, wrapping around you. “You know I couldn’t hold them back forever.” Each tentacle danced across your skin, exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. They slid into you and into your ass, mimicking his previous thrusts, stretching you wide and filling you up, going deeper than he ever could. You felt one tentacle slip over to your lips and when you let out a moan, it slipped into your mouth, going deep down your throat. You couldn’t help but suck on the appendage invading your mouth and filling your stomach with its essence. Despite the fullness, you couldn’t help but moan at the sensations, your body still craving more. “You’re such a precious little thing, darling,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So sweet, so perfect.” His tentacles continued their rhythmic dance, keeping you on the edge of pleasure. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes gleamed with desire, promising many more nights like this to come.

“You thought it was just one time, sweetheart? Come on now, you know better than that. Oh, this is just the beginning, my dear. We’re in for one wild night...”

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3/16/2024: Happy Birthday to Me

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Guys, I'm caving in. I'm doing it.

Alastor x Y/N in the works!

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I'm really wanting to write Your Boyfriend self-insert fics.

Fuck it, imma do it.

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The struggle is real.

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Me: *is writing*

Me: *as i write* Oh my god, this looks so bad, I hate it, I want to fix it but it's the best I can do, this is so sloppy, what the hell

Me: *uploads it*

Everyone: omg it's so good! You should be an author! This is amazing! *showers it with likes and reblogs*

Me:

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Works involving W. D. Gaster are coming soon...