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i finished LoVM in one sitting and now im finally trying to catch up with campaign 1 and this was also the first thing i thought of when i saw orthax

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Imagine.

Waking up to Alastor’s hands gripping your hips in the morning, tongue slowly teasing, and circling your clit. Using the thick parts of his tongue to lick up your folds, enveloping your clit in between his lips.

His ears pinned back and you grab at his hair to ground yourself. Trying to enjoy every single moment as Alastor eats you out. A finger pushing into you, curling to hit the sponge like flesh of your g-spot. Making your legs go numb momentarily.

Watching him as he ruts up against his pants trying to get some friction for himself, occasionally the hand still holding your hips moving to his own pants to stroke himself.

(He SO gets off on pleasuring his partner).

The front of his boxers sporting a wet patch from his pre-cum. (You don’t see that, but from prior experiences with the radio demon, you know it’s there). You moan and cry as Alastor gets you off, your vision blurring momentarily as you scream when Alastor finally allows you to cum. Allowing himself to also get his orgasm as he spurts onto himself.

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NEW HELLUVA EP NEW HELLUVA EP

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Hi Hi! I wasn't sure if you're open but can I request a Alastor x reader who is a charlie's older sister and she is alastor's fiance. They never told their hotel friends, basically they're in a secret relationship, until Lucifer arrived (from episode 5 dad beat dad) and announced she's engaged. but no body knew who her fiance was until alastor popped up behind her and pressed a kiss on her. Charlie's happy and Lucifer D:

As soon as I saw this request I immediately ran to make this meme, lmao I'm sorry 😭

anywho, here we go lmao

Summary: You’re Lucifer's eldest and, much like Charlie, you’re desperate to have his support and approval---he’s your dad, of course you are. So, when he finally visits the hotel, you can't wait to tell him that you're engaged. And he's overjoyed...that is, until he finds out that you're engaged to the Radio Demon. What happens when your fiancé and your dad start feuding over you, forcing you to pick a side? Your family, or the love of your life?

Tags: Alastor x Fem!Reader, No Use of (Y/N), Reader is Lucifer's Eldest, Secret Relationship, Lucifer has a heart attack bc Alastor, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, we're just gonna pretend Alastor has been at the hotel a longer time than in canon bc Plot, Charlie is a Good Sister TW: None <3 Word Count: 2.6k Read it on Ao3 <3

When you'd first met Alastor, you had been…skeptical of him, to say the least.

To be completely honest, you’d hated him—and that was putting it lightly. You hated how condescending he was, you hated the fact that he clearly had ulterior motives, you hated that he kept everything about himself a secret, you hated his damn smile, you hated…him!

And the feeling was definitely mutual.

Alastor hated your obvious distrust of him, he hated the fact that you neither feared nor respected him, he hated the way you’d constantly tell Charlie and the others to be wary of him, he hated the way you always seemed to get in the way of his plans, he hated…you!

And no matter how many lessons Charlie had on friendship and trust—lessons that she forced the two of you to attend, I might add—or how many lectures about how the two of you needed to get along or how much she begged the two of you to stop fighting, nothing ever worked.

But…then something changed.

At some point between then and now, the two of you began to soften and learn more about each other---often against your will, and your wishes---and you found...that you had more in common than previously thought.

You both preferred radio to television, you both had a love and penchant for cooking, you both enjoyed quite a few of the same novels, and on and on it went. And those similarities brought the two of you closer together and, although neither of you ever wanted to admit it, you actually began to get along. Eventually, after enough time had passed, the two of you managed to forget why you didn't get along in the first place---all of it becoming a distant memory.

Of course, one thing led to another, and now you were lucky enough to have a pretty little ring on your left hand---not married yet, but soon to be.

Obviously none of the others knew about any of this, by both of your wishes. You were both private people and, knowing everyone else, they would ask questions and the two of you would end up having to spill your entire life's stories to finally get them to leave it be---and even that wasn't guaranteed!

So, to avoid the drama of it all, you just...kept things quiet. Private.

It wasn't particularly hard---Alastor wasn't much of a PDA person, especially in public; neither of you were particularly big fans of pet names; your dates were always fairly simple; and the two of you had your own jobs within the hotel to attend to, so half the time you weren't even in each other's presence.

It was...nice. Having someone to lean on, being able to see another side of Alastor---and having him all to yourself. No one else had him like you did, and you preferred it that way. Of course, though, all good things had to come to an end.

Your and Charlie's father, Lucifer, was coming to the hotel for the first time and---knowing him---it'd be the last, so now was possibly your only chance to tell him about your engagement in person.

Part of you was nervous, considering that you hadn't even told him---or anyone else---you were dating someone and now you were just going to spring an engagement on all of them, but another part of you was relieved and excited. Obviously, you would miss the privacy, but who knew? Maybe everyone's constant curiosity wouldn't bother you as much as you thought, and you might actually end up enjoying a more public relationship.

One where you could kiss him whenever you pleased, instead of being forced to wait until the two of you were alone; one where you could wish him goodbye with an "I love you," instead of snarky "don't die" on the way out; one where you could simply blow off any potential suitors with an "I'm married," instead of having to convince them that you really weren't interested in dating. Maybe all of that would be nice too.

"Nervous?" Alastor asked, the static overlay of his voice drawing you out of your thoughts. You turned away from the mirror you were looking into, instead turning your attention to your beloved---his ever-present smile softening as he looked at you.

"A little, I just..." you sighed, "I just want this to go well, but---knowing my dad---he's going to freak out and it'll be a whole thing."

He chuckled and stepped forward until he was close enough to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, "not to worry, my dear, I'm sure everything will go just fine."

"But-"

"And if it doesn't," he continued, "I'll be by your side to help you fix it all. You won't be alone."

You smiled and let him draw you into a chaste kiss, some of your tension dissipating in his presence. Somehow he always knew how to make you feel better.

"What would I ever do without you?" You asked, gently cupping his face.

He tilted his head slightly to press another kiss to your palm, "you'll never have to find out."

Suddenly the unmistakable sound of Charlie's voice made its way up to your shared room, introducing everything and everyone in the hotel to---who you assumed to be---your father. So there was no more preparing yourself for it, now you just had to do. Besides, maybe Alastor was right, maybe he'd take the announcement better than you thought.

There was only one way to find out.

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"WHAT??? HIM???"

He did not, in fact, take it better than you thought.

You tried to wait for the perfect time to break the news, but---of course---your dad had immediately spotted the ring on your finger- (a detail that, somehow, everyone else had missed) -and pressed you for more information, his actual reason for visiting long forgotten. By both him and everyone else, apparently.

Getting a meeting with Heaven was suddenly playing second fiddle to everyone's curiosity about who you'd been dating behind their backs---who you were now engaged to. So, after a lot of pressing and pressing, you'd finally relented and admitted that it was Alastor. Which had led to...all of this.

Charlie was vibrating off the walls, everyone else was in various states of shock, and your dad...looked like he was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

"You can't- I mean-" He laughed, more than a little hysterical, "you're not actually engaged to him, are you?"

Before you could answer, Alastor cut in---a sharp edge coloring his tone.

"Why wouldn't she be?"

Your father's attention switched from you to Alastor, practically seething as he looked at him. You couldn't see Alastor's face from your place beside him, but you could tell that the feeling was mutual by the crackling electricity that crawled across your skin.

"Have you ever fucking met you?" Your father asked incredulously.

"Yes, and I'm very lucky to have her," Alastor responded, punctuating his statement with a gentle kiss on your cheek---a kiss obviously done just to piss your father off, since you knew Alastor wasn't exactly fond of public affection.

The tension was thick in the air as the two just stood there, glaring at each other.

Then finally, your father laughed.

"Alright then..."

Jazzy, upbeat, music suddenly came out of nowhere, and—before you had any time to process what was happening—you were drawn into your father’s song and dance number, the world around you shifting to follow his words. 

“Looks like you could use some help, from the big boss of Hell himself! Obviously, since I don’t know how you could’ve felt that this–”

One voice, “Bastard!”

Two, “Jackass!”

Three, “Arrogant piece of shit!”

Back to your father, “–would ever make a suitable husband! Especially for you, did you forget?” 

He twirled you around until you were in an elegant dress and crown, falling backwards onto a throne.

“You’re a princess of Hell, so better yet! Rather than an old outdated crook—who’s probably just using you for your station, at least from the looks—why not let your dad give you pick of the lot?” He snapped his fingers, new people appearing with every beat, “men, women, or those in between; outgoing royalty or someone serene, anything but this walking tomato lookin’ prick—you could have anyone, so just take your pick!” 

A streak of shadow suddenly shoved your father to the side, Alastor appearing in his place with a charming grin—his shadow twirling around you like it was trying to hold you. 

“My dear it’s true that you’re one of a kind—everything anyone could ask for, a very rare find,” he knelt before you and kissed your hand, “I’m a very lucky sinner to call you my own, to stand by your side as you sit on your throne.” 

He then moved to sit on the arm of your throne, pulling you into his side, “however I have to agree that someone around here is a crook, but it’s certainly not me, so let’s take a look!”

The first person he picked out of the crowd was Charlie, his shadow minions bringing her forward dressed in her own royal attire, “your darling sister, who’s been by your side—supporting you through your troubles, high or low tide!” 

Next came the other residents, dressed in their own fancy clothing, although less detailed than yours and your sister’s, “your close hotel friends, do you dare suspect them? Even though they’ve proven they’d follow you to the end?” 

Finally he knelt in front of you again, dressed in his own royal attire and placing a golden ring on your left ring finger, “or do you truly think it could be me, your doting husband-to-be? Could I be the traitor despite the love, trust, and devotion I’ve given to you, or everything I’ve done to prove that my affection is true?” 

“Of course not! You know that, so why don’t you see?” Suddenly your father was shoved forward like a criminal, the shadows dressing him in peasant style clothing, “the only traitor around here is this snake, does he take you for Eve?”

“Excuse me?” Your father asked incredulously, pushing back the shadows and reappearing in his usual clothing.

“Trying to lead you to darkness with his tricks and lies, wanting you to be miserable and lonely instead of by my side.” 

“Hold on now–”  “All this unsupportive jargon, telling you how you should live your life,” Alastor practically snarled, looking your father dead in the eye, “no wonder that this bastard was left by his wife.”

Your head was left spinning as things quickly switched between your father playing a golden fiddle, to your fiance interrupting him on a vintage piano—the two practically seething at each other before turning their attention back to you.

First Alastor, “my dear, why don’t you pick your own path, instead of listening to this stick in the mud?”

Then your father, “why choose a shitty partner over your own blood?”

And that is how it went. 

“And pick a deadbeat father, nothing more than a dud? Wouldn’t you rather find happiness with the family you choose?” 

Over.

“Yeah, sure, pick a bunch of losers–” 

And over.

“Can you butt out of my song?” 

And over.

“Your song? I started this!”

Until finally– “I’m singing it, I’ll finish it!” 

You had had enough. 

“Oh you tacky piece of sh–” 

"JUST STOP!" You shouted, bringing their argument to a screeching halt and drawing a deadly silence into the room, "for fuck's sake---how can the two of you not see your own hypocrisy?! Even when it's sitting right in front of you!"

The two of them stared at you, wide eyed, but you kept going before they could respond.

"You're arguing over what's best for me, while not even fucking asking me what I want! This isn't even about me, this is about the two of you hating each other," you took a breath, desperately blinking back tears, "well you know what? BOTH of you are hurting me! BOTH of you are ignoring my wishes! BOTH of you are treating me like shit! And I don't want to fucking be around EITHER OF YOU!"

And without another word you turned on your heel and left the hotel.

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The moment you heard footsteps coming near you, you flipped around and snarled---prepared to snap at your father or Alastor, whichever one decided to come kiss your ass to one-up the other. But, instead, you only found Charlie standing behind you, a concerned look on her face.

You immediately turned away from her and wiped your eyes, not wanting your little sister to see you like this, but she didn’t seem to mind—just sitting beside you and resting her head on your shoulder as you sniffled.

After a moment, you broke the silence.

“I just…I don’t understand,” you said, voice shaking, “they’ve known each other for five fucking minutes and already hate each other. Why can’t they just get along for me? Do I seriously matter that little to them?”

Charlie was quiet for a moment, mind churning.

“I don’t necessarily think that’s it,” her voice was quiet as she spoke, as if she was thinking through each word, “I think that, for the first time ever, both of them are dealing with the fact that they might not be the most important man in your life and…I guess this is just their way of reacting to that.”

You turned to her, eyebrows raising, and she continued to explain.

“Family is important to you, Alastor knows that, but he hasn’t had to…complete, I guess, with anyone for his place by your side before—so, when dad showed up and openly disapproved of him, I think he just got scared that you’d leave him because of what dad thinks,” she took a breath, still thinking through her words, “dad, on the other hand, has always been the one who you’d run to for everything—if you were scared, sad, happy, or needed help, he was the one you’d go to. Now you have Alastor and that’s who you go to for everything, so I think dad just got scared that you wouldn’t need him anymore now that you’re getting married.”

“Congratulations, by the way,” she added wryly, squeezing your arm with a smile.

You gave her a small smile back, “how’d you ever get to be so smart?”

“I learned from the best.”

You sighed, “I just wish they’d get over themselves, I can—in fact—have more than one important man in my life, there’s not a fucking limit.”

“Yeah well…men can be stupid, I guess.”

You snorted and pulled her close, gently ruffling her hair, “you’ve got that right…between you and me, though, I like you better than both of them.”

Charlie giggled and hugged you, the two of you inseparable, just like when you were kids. You took a little longer to just breathe and enjoy the sweet moment with your sister, before finally releasing her.

She then got up and dusted off her suit, bright smile now firmly back in place, “now, let’s head back! I’m pretty sure Vaggie’s already got them working on their apologies, and I already have so many ideas for a new lesson plan on: selflessness and communication!”

You shook your head, but didn’t manage to quite hide your smile. Whatever happened, at least you would always have Charlie by your side…and Alastor and your father, if the two could manage not to kill each other.

“Those apologies better not be in fucking song format.”

“…I’ll text Angel.”

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“Oh, so your fingers worked when they were inside of me last night, but today they can’t text me back?”

I saw this on Instagram and tried to imagine how my five fav Hazbin men would react if you texted them this. I whipped this up pretty quickly so sorry if it’s crap, LOL <3

Alastor:

Alastor only has a phone so you can contact him whenever you need to, and he usually answers right away. But the one time he doesn’t because he’s out with Rosie, you decide to hit him up with this and he’s visibly horrified, flustered even, when he finally reads it.

“Is something the matter, Alastor?” Rosie asks, putting her teacup down as she notices the look on his face. “Oh my! Are you…blushing?”

“Excuse me for just a second,” Alastor says as he stiffly stands up, pushing his seat in and turning away, furiously typing at his phone.

“I am with Rosie. We will talk about this when I get home, understood?”

“Ok, I’ll be waiting for u <3.”

“Kiss your legs goodbye, mon chéri, because you will be unable to walk for a while.”

Lucifer:

Whenever you go out, you like to text Lucifer to see how he’s doing. This man answers FAST as fuck, that is why the one time he doesn’t you hit him up with this, trying to get his attention. When he finally checks his phone his heart instantly drops—I mean, what is he supposed to feel? He’s a blushing mess as he recalls what you did last night, but he’s also panicking, so he decides to call you.

“Hey, honey! I’m so, so sorry, I was in the middle of something,” Lucifer says, trying not to stutter, but you can still hear the nervousness in his voice. “My fingers work just fine, by the way, I can show you if you come back home—“

“Christ, Luci! I was just trying to get you to answer.”

“Pretty please?”

Husk:

Husk takes his sweet ass time responding to your texts, so the best way to reach him is to call him. However, it’s just one of those rare occasions where you can’t call him, that’s why you hit him up with this to try to get his attention. Husk has company at the bar, so when he finally sees your text he immediately turns his back to everybody, cursing under his breath as he tries to adjust himself through his pants.

“Oh, babydoll. Just wait until you get home,” Husk texts you back, pissed off but also slightly amused, especially when you answer him.

“Haha, ok…whatever u say old man :P.”

“You’re lucky Angel can't mind his own fucking business, otherwise I’d have something to say about that.”

Vox:

Unless he’s busy with something or he’s pissed off with you, Vox will answer your texts right away. The one time he forgets to tell you he has a meeting, you hit him up with this after trying to reach him for a while. Vox steals a glance at his phone and this is how he reacts to it in his head, his screen slightly glitching when he’s asked to put in his two cents about something because he’s flustered. As soon as the meeting is over with, though, he teleports to your room, utterly embarrassed.

“I was in a MEETING! What in the Hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, I didn’t know that, I swear!”

“Yeah, yeah, now come over here, sweetheart. I'll show you that my fingers work just fine.”

Adam:

Adam is 50/50 when it comes to answering your texts. Sometimes he’ll answer quickly, and sometimes he won’t, which can be frustrating. When you hit him up with this, it’s one of those times that he’s taking hours to see your texts, even leaving you on read when he finally opens them because his memory is shit. Adam is out with Lute, his eyes bugging out of his head when he decides to check his phone. I mean, hey, what’s up with that?

“Sir? Where are you going?” Lute asks him, watching him spread his wings, but Adam doesn’t answer, leaving before she can notice his boner.

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? You gave me a boner in public, you stupid—!”

“Well, start answering your texts then, Adam! And don't you dare finish that sentence, or no sex for a week.”

“I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much and I will answer your texts right away from now on.”

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Alastor is a sucker for head pats and he both hates and loves it. Especially if you massage his ears, 100000% the best way to get this man to actually sleep

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"Monster" Update!

So I am going ahead with the idea! Currently just finished chapter 1 and 2 of the book. I've decided that the price is going to end up being $14 and you'll get the link to the google document!

It is NOT done yet!! I will of course post when I am done with it!

Synopsis of the book:

She was turned into a monster that nobody would have thought. Reader is an exorcist after Lute and Adam decided to keep her and Alastor from ever meeting again in their past lives. Lute scouts reader to be part of the exorcists. But after an extermination she finds herself a fallen angel in the pits of hell, scavenging, and figuring out how this realm worked, she meets demons that deal in manipulation, cannibalism, among the various other sins.

"Hell would have been better with you"

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Hello again, sweet one, my late night scrollers, the early morning dreamers. I hope you're well, I hope today was better than yesterday.

I'm here to remind you that if there's an infinite number of universes, there's at least one where you are your comfort characters favorite person. They love and adore you for all your flaws and quirks and everything you hate about yourself, the same way you love all of their imperfections. There's a universe where they wait by the door for you every night, where they're your absolute best friend, where they take care of you and love you the way you should be loved.

You are so wonderful, did you know that? Every time you have a bad day, every time life tries to knock you down, you find the strength to get back up again. You keep going. Do you know how incredible that is? How proud your comfort character is of you for being able to do that? I'm so proud of you, I believe in you so much, and every day you make it through proves that I'm right to believe in you. We always knew you could do it, that you could make it to tomorrow.

I'll let you get back to your scrolling now, I bet you have so many stories just waiting for you, so many adventures and friendships to have. But before you go, I want to take a moment and remind you of something.

Anything that keeps you going, anything that makes the bad days better, anything that makes life even a little easier, is worth it. If fanfictions and comfort characters help you get through the day, then I hope you find the exact stories you need. Life is so hard and so scary, and sometimes it's easier to lose ourselves in the worlds of our comfort characters, and that's more than okay. Whatever keeps you going isn't anything to be ashamed of. Making it to tomorrow to read the next chapter of a fanfiction or a new edit of your comfort character is a valid reason to keep going.

I hope tomorrow is better than today, and that one day you won't need a reason to keep going, but for now, I'll give you this one. Your comfort character wants you to stay. They will always want you to stay. I want you to stay. I'm always here if anyone needs a friend.

Your comfort character believes in you, and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who pops in every now and then to remind you that you are loved, you are enough, and you are worth it. You've got this sweet one, I know you do. Happy scrolling.

❤️💛True❤️💛

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Digital Book Monster, and Alastor x Reader fic

SOOO I have been kinda been writing a whole Alastor x Reader book, and its not finished yet. But I was wondering if anybody is interested maybe having this be a Google doc I can send links to for a small price since I'm a uni student. It wouldn't be much, probably around $12 for it. Similar price to a paperback.

What would yall think. I'm planning on after I finish the book that I'd release the first chapter on here and AO3 so that nobody is blindly buying a book that they have no insight onto whether they like or not haha

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I'm SCREAMING. Expect a one shot, or two, or three SOLELY based on this

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Drunk Alastor HC's (OOC)

Because Mimsy telling us how Alastor turns into a kitten when drunk is the best thing in the world. So what would it be like to be his partner when he's drunk?

For a solid year into the relationship Husk is the only one who knew that Alastor was seeing someone, let alone Y/N. After Alastor went to the hotel bar with a hopes of getting tipsy, he hadn't drank in months so it truly took only about 4 heavy pours for him to be strung out, drunk, his smile calm with hints of genuine joy in it.

Husk 100% took advantage of this, and asked him about the rumors that he had a partner, and by god did Alastor fess up QUICK.

"dO NOT... tEll ANYBODY" Alastor slurs as he downs his sixth drink. "Why don't I get Y/N down here so you can be taken care of" Husk laughs and phones them. Telling them that their boyfriend is a slurring drunk who needs someone to take care of him.

"I'll be down in a second Husk. Thanks for dealing with him"

Upon coming down to the bar, Alastor is doting and clinging to them like his life depended on it. "Oh Alastor, my dear. Lets get you back to your room-"

"oUR..." Alastor interjects. Husk was the only one around and Alastor already fessed up to him. So Husk knowing they slept in the same room was not surprising to him.

"Yes honey, our room" Y/N laughed, helping the stumbling slurring radio demon back the privacy of their room.

On the way back he just kinda, juts out random small shadow imps. He has sicked them on Lucifer when he was drunk before

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Cuddling W/Alastor

Cuddling with Alastor

Alastor loves having you on his chest

He doesn’t initiate often, however if you initiate he’ll gladly accepts Mainly keeps it to his or your bed, and he does love to have you cuddled up in his lap while he’s broadcasting.

Like he LOVES when he’s broadcasting slower ballads and during the time having you curled in his lap. Head pressed against his chest as he hums along with whatever song chose to play

When cuddling his hand will almost always be slated to having an arm around your waist, resting and occasionally a subtle squeeze as another show of his affection.

Forehead kisses, he always gives forehead kisses as his way of saying I love you without actually saying it.

His favorite times are when you and him get to laze in bed, having his favorite broadcast on, and just talking about anything and everything.

Loves your voice, so he doesn’t ever want you to stop talking

Don’t even get me started on how much he loves when you fall asleep in his arms. It reminds him that there is a person that has unwavering trust in him. Someone that knows he’s the sociopath radio demon, but had found the good in him

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Love (Alastor x Fem! Reader) (Hurt/comfort)

Established relationship, hurt/comfort because I'm a sucker for it, Alastor is kinda broken in the fic ngl, he's mad in love with reader. He fought Adam, ending up bloody and battered in his radio tower, and Y/N is desperately trying to find him.

"Al! Alastor, please answer me!” Y/N shouts, traveling up the ladder of the radio tower as fast as she could. A bum leg and shoulder adding onto the difficulty. Alastor was supposed to take care of Adam, but Adam was still alive until Niffty killed him. She heard the first man’s name being yelled by Lute, but made eye contact with a certain king of hell who nodded and she took off. Reaching the top of the radio tower, she notices the blood. “Al!” She screams as she pulls herself up even faster. Seeing the Radio Demon laying against his equipment and clutching his abdomen, clearly in a mass amount of pain. She scurried over to him, putting pressure on his wound as he dejectedly stared up to her eyes. Wincing as she grabs medicinal herbs and bandages from her bag that she always wore. “L..leave…” Alastor scoffs, trying to shoo her off with the hand that wasn’t clutching himself. Y/N didn’t reply, she couldn’t, not when he was this hurt. “Move your hand or I’ll make you move it” she says prying his hand off of himself, he tried to use the remainder of his energy to summon some sort of shadow to scare her off. The shadows reached only a few inches from his body before he began to cough, blood spurting from his mouth. At that moment she was terrified. She had never seen Alastor this hurt before, to the point that he couldn’t use any of his powers. She uses this moment to pry his arm away, basically ripping his coat and shirt open. Fortunately using the remainder of her own power to summon some of her own shadow beings to help her.

The small shadow imps helped in handing her the bandages and applying the herbs. When Y/N saw the wound healing on its own, she bandaged him, wrapping around his bare abdomen. Treating other minor scrapes and cuts as she went along. The woman's adrenaline finally wears off, as she nearly collapses next to Alastor. Carefully wrapping her arms around him, redressing him in a quickly mended coat that the imps had helped with whilst she tended to his smaller wounds. “My dear… I was weak” Alastor scoffs to himself, evidently the near death he had just suffered getting to his psyche. Wordlessly she rests her forehead on his, grabbing a clean rag and cleaning the blood from his lips and chin. “You did what you could, Alastor. The only ones who did any real damage to him were Lucifer and Charlie. The king of hell and his fucking daughter. If they could barely do anything, we can’t assume that we could” Y/N spoke softly, as she brought her hand up to stroke his ears. Something she had always done to comfort him. His ears twitch and he lulls his head to be closer to hand. “Let’s get you recovered before we worry about anything else” his head rests on her shoulder as he melts at the gentle touch. Alastor hated the way that this made him relax, made him soft, the Radio Demon, soft? No… No. He couldn’t.

Alastor tries to sit up again feigning a confident, fully recovered front, but as he goes to stand up the shooting pain of his injuries. Stumbling forward he expects to meet the cold floor of the radio tower, closing his eyes hoping that he could just pass out. However it never came, in its place were warm and gentle arms wrapped around him supporting him so he didn’t fall. “Hey now… Al, you can be weak around me. Trust me, honey” She said, and for once, he obliged. Using her arms to stand up straight and let her guide him down the radio tower.

‘God my body hurts’ Y/N thought to herself, her shoulder and leg causing an immense amount of pain. Something that Y/N didn’t think Alastor noticed.

— Y/N stumbled a bit after finally getting Alastor to a fully safe place to lay down, and recover. Shakily bringing tea over to him, she hadn’t had anyone tend to her wounds yet. The wounds on his abdomen were already almost fully healed as his skin mends itself together. He noticed how she stumbled, how her leg had a gash on it that was still slowly bleeding. “Darling?” He speaks, his radio effect no longer on as his staff was broken. “Yes, Al?” She sits next to him, placing a hand on the side of his chest that wasn’t damaged. Gods did he love the way she smiled at him, in a place that is nothing but overwhelming heat. Somehow her soft, warm aura made him melt again. “Lay down, dear. Let me take care of you. My darling doe” Alastor gestures as he gracefully sits up, having enough energy to summon shadows to grab the medical supplies that he needed to take care of her. She obliges as he half picks her up putting her on his lap, she smiles and lets her head rest on the radio demon's chest, as he soothes her with small kisses to her forehead as he cleans and mends her wounds. “I…Al” She was about to say something but settled for his name to avoid any awkwardness that may arise. “What were you going to say, darling?” He says, however he had an idea of what she wanted to say. For the first time someone wanted to say I love you to him, the first time in hell at least. But it's been decades since those words were spoken to him. They hadn’t even thought about it, and that's what Alastor enjoyed. That the usual relationship needs were not needed with her, they simply enjoyed each other's company more than the rest. “I… Thank you. For everything” she says instead, Alastor chuckles a bit and tips her head up with a finger underneath her chin to have her look into his eyes instead. “I love you Y/N” He leans down kissing her gently. Being careful to not wound anything further. She feels her cheeks heat up, blushing at the fact that Alastor. Him. He said it first. “I love you too, Alastor. So much” She says as he pulls away and continues to tend to his lover's wounds. Her uninjured arm wrapped around his neck, as he cradled her closely to his body. His wound throbbing a bit with the small movements but the loving feeling he felt from her was well worth the pain. Upon finishing mending her broken body together, he guides her to lay with him. Something that Alastor rarely initiated, so she obliges, as she lays her head on his chest. Letting herself get whisked away to sleep for the first time in days. The peace of feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath only furthered the onset of exhaustion over her body. “Sleep, my love” Alastor tells her, humming a show tune in which he knew would lead to Y/N falling asleep. He loved it, he loved the feeling, he loves her. An emotion even he thought he was incapable of feeling after he spawned in Hell after his time on earth. Having a few moments like this with, well, anybody really. He barely remembered his prior lovers in his life, he just knew that nothing ever felt right. He had known how to take care of any needs he might have experienced, especially being part deer and rut being a present situation he found himself in every year, that being much easier now having a partner. Y/N had only been in his life for two years, but those two ruts were the easiest ones he’s had over the time he’s been in hell. He gently brushes his claws through her tresses, as her arm is wrapped around his waist. “Oh darling… How you have me wrapped around your finger. It terrifies me” Alastor laughed to himself, as he closed his eyes allowing himself to meet her in sleeping.

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What should I do for the next Alastor x reader?

Hiiiii!!

Only no go's when it comes to kinks is any bodily fluid, severe degradation, daddy/mommy, or feet!

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Screaming kicking crying

Alastor looks good in all black~

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Deal (OOC Alastor x Reader) 18+ Minors DNI

Reader is somewhat like Charlie, but her patience wore too thin with the sinners. So she finally makes the deal with Alastor to truly unite their powers in order to wage war against Heaven. Established relationship with Alastor, reader is fem, smut, lowkey kinda soft Alastor because the reader finally gave in to the side that he always knew she had.

Praise kink, slight ownership kink, soft Dom Alastor, penetrative sex, dry humping kinda, Alastor likes to use his ability to snap your clothes off, over-stim fem receiving.

The moment that she knew that she wasn’t destined to save the sinners of hell from extermination, that she couldn’t rally them together through peace, the deal was sealed with Alastor. If they won’t save themselves out of kindness and want for a better life then they move to war.

“If they won’t save themselves because they want to, we’ll force them to” She said to Alastor, the radio demon shown a bright, neon green. “Oh how I was waiting for this moment, my dear” The man's usual smile growing wider green stitches appeared as his smile grew. “To wage this war, give me your strength, your power. Your soul” Alastor says, and Y/N extends her hand, sealing the deal. A tinge of remorse for Charlie, Vaggie, and the rest of the hotel patrons hits her, but it is quickly submerged as Alastor takes her by her waist. “Don’t make me regret this, Alastor” Y/N says as her arms snake around his neck, pulling him down till her lips meet his. He pulls away, letting their feet hit the floor. Bringing a finger underneath her chin and guiding her chin upwards so that she was looking up at him. “My love, you know I always make good on my deals” He gives a genuine smile to her, and with that the planning of the war is to begin.

“We have to deal with Lucifer and Charlie…” Y/N said, and she knew what she had to do and to be honest with herself those were the two other people she genuinely felt bad about betraying. Especially since Lucifer trusted her so much and Charlie trusted Alastor with her life. “With us two at each other's side, we’ll be able to deal with them. Now, don’t think it’ll be easy, but it will be easier than if it were just myself or you” Alastor tries to comfort her in his own twisted way. “However, we still have days to work. Why don’t we let some stress go. Now doesn’t that sound nice, love?”

“Mean-” Before she could even reply, his lips met hers again. But this time there was more to it than the previous time, as Alastor again hooks his arm around her waist bringing her impossibly close to himself. "Mm, that's what I mean, my darling doe" his voice is soft, egging her on to relinquish control to him again. He brings a hand to caress her jawline and with a small snap of his finger the couple were brought into his private bedroom in the hotel. His room had an area that was designated forest, for his tendency to eat deer meat. However his room was mainly black and red, his bed adorned with gold details, mainly that of deer horns or the prints of hooves.

Alastor pushes her onto his satin lined comforter on his bed, following her down he hooks his knee under her legs, pushing her leg up and widening the gap. His clothed bulge push up against her, and she lets out a gasp unprepared for Alastor to be so willing and ready for her. Her hands traveled to his chest fumbling with his coat buttons as he bites and kisses her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys down to her collarbone. Still grinding against her, he again snaps his fingers with a free hand and they're both undressed. "My doe you don't have to work too hard" Alastor half moans as she ruts up against him unexpectedly. He nuzzles into her neck as a hand travels down to meet her sensitive clit, positioning himself so he can glide his cock against her. "Especially since you've finally given up on that side that I always knew you had. My good girl~" He says, his husk voice coming through in between is quiet grunts. "Alastor" Y/N moaned his name as her fingers racked against his back leaving faint red marks that would certainly be there in the morning.

"Are you ready my dear?" he asks as he feels how slick she was, how eager her body is for him. "Y...Yes" She whines as Alastor stopped thrusting momentarily, holding his cock and slowly pushing himself into her. Her body shudders as she feels the head of his cock sliding into her with such ease, how used to him her body was. She arches up against him and he takes the chance to start thrusting into her. He leans down as he continues his movements "You're mine, my little doe... All. Mine" He heaves clearly being strung out from how well she fits around him. A strung out whine is ripped from her chest before Alastor's lips connected with hers, somehow the thought that she was truly his made this session all the more pleasurable.

And with that he began again leaving trails of very obvious hickeys across her neck, shoulders, breasts. He wanted to show off how much he owned her, how much love he can give her despite every believing he was incapable of love. His thrusts began to get erratic, harder, his moans getting a little bit louder, while Y/N was all fucked out for him. Her eyes glazing over, and nearly screaming his name almost every other thrust. He could tell she was close from the way her body was squeezing him, the way her walls vibrated against his cock.

"Cum, my love. Just for me"

With that her body spasms in his arms, his back falling victim to the clawing of her nails, and she screams his name. Louder than ever before, and with her scream Alastor moves a hand down to her clit to continue rubbing her off. And she cries, whines and writhes under the over stimulating feeling as he continues to fuck her. "The hotel will know who's in charge now..." He groans, and he feels himself tightening and twitching. His balls tighening and his shaft twitching as he orgasms, feeling his cum seeping into her. Her body milking him dry as she continues to sob until Alastor stops ministering his fingers on her clit.

He pulls out and a string of his cum follows as his cock leaves her body. He snaps his fingers quickly, a soft warm rag in his hands. Alastor cleans himself then her, giving her a forehead kiss before throwing the rag over to the dirty laundry. He lays down next to her, pulling her into his arms. "Good girl darling, you did so well" Alastor whispers into her ear with a following array of sweet nothings until she fell asleep against his chest. Alastor follows suit as he lets the feeling of black flicker over his vision.

That’s all for today, it’s been a MINUTE since I wrote smut but with my hyperfixating on Hazbin, and simping over Alastor it works

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