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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Twelve: Part Ownership 
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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Thick green smog erupted from your linked hands, swirling into rope-like sheets of metal towards your throat. Panic gripped you as it wound tightly, ensnaring your neck with a harsh clink, solidifying into glowing green manacles on a taut chain.  
Violent gusts of wind struck trees and bushes, rustling and whistling like a crescendo of abhorrent nature.  
Through the perils, as you clutch the length of chain below the manacle and stare into Alastor’s maniacally laughing face, Charlie managed to break through the winds.  
You saw her stumble, scrambling to run, already knowing it was too late. 
Pupils like pinpricks, she grabbed your shoulders, face crumpling with grief.  
“I... no- you couldn’t... you shouldn’t have done that, are you insane?! Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?! You-” 
Her desperation was interrupted by red claws spinning her shoulder round, pointing her to look directly into Alastor’s evil expression. 
“Now dear, leave the girl be. She’s had quite the full-on day, wouldn’t you say? Now, we can keep an eye on her. No more scuttling off to certain death, endangering our dear colleagues. I’d say this is a win all round!” 
She screamed at him, thumped his chest as she threw accusations and insults. The magic coursing around like a hurricane slowed gradually, easing to a mild storm with short bursts of voodoo and black magic in ripples. 
Under the strange sensation of the shackle vibrating with fierce power, you felt just the slightest drop in temperature beneath your hands, one at a time as a faint black mist wound its way through the chain links towards your neck. You were already held taut, unable to step back, paralyzed by fear as the tendrils of smoke reached the shackle. 
All around the biting metal became icy frost, burning the skin. You gasped, fighting to remember air as the cold seeped over your hair, skin, nails, burying into every orifice, every pore. It became you. You became it. 
Your eyes rolled back with the effort of trying to breathe through the numbing cold. Legs failing you, a slight wobble in your knees threatened a fall; prevented entirely by a torso pressed against you and an arm around your waist. You let your hands drop from the chain, rasping shallow breaths into the invisible chest. Tiny colourful spots filled your vision, twinkling and floating as your mind began to numb. 
A voice you never recognized spoke directly into your mind; melodic and glitchy, a tune in and of itself, like radio. “Stand.” 
It was enough of an order to help push you through the waves of panic, bracing your feet steadier on the ground. The shadow remained beside you, embracing your waist, praising you with a wash of emotions that didn’t belong to you. Excitement, glee, thrill, adoration. You saw your own face, pale and afraid, breathing through your nose to reclaim stability. The chains, firm and constricting, encased around your neck; everything about them was filled with so much love. Like they were a vow, a promise, a tether to everything wonderful in your being. You saw your own face scrunch, confused and overwhelmed. Watched yourself process how very strongly the shadow felt for you. 
Your head dipped as you refocused on your own senses, locking back into your own mind. It lingered, like an unconscious thought, yet cleared well away from your vision as you blinked and looked around. 
Alastor had his end of the chain wrapped around his fist, just below his clavicles. He held it close, like a leash, yet seemed entirely unaware of your state of mind. His expression was solely the psychopath; relishing in Charlie’s discomfort, and no longer angling to persuade you. He had what he wanted. His grin stretched every time she shouted back, head tilted when she warred with tears. A hum of emotion bristled beneath your thoughts; irritation. 
The sudden invasion of the shadow’s spite startled you, making you laugh.  
Both heads swivelled towards you, only making you lose yourself further in giggles and chortles like you’d lost your damn mind. You could see them, both with confusion and disgust, staring intently at you despite your doubled over figure. Glee and amusement wracked your body with heightened hilarity, emotions spiralling and exploding in your head like fireworks. You watched yourself reach a hand out, towards where you were watching from. Your hand landed on solid icy muscle, an arm you both felt being held and holding on to. You straightened, wavering between consciousnesses, rolling your shoulders back and grinning at the two demons. There really did seem so much to be happy about. 
“Ahhhh, what a good laugh. Haven’t felt that good in forever. Mmm, i dare say this will do, this will do nicely. Alastor, if I'd known it would be this fun, I'd have made a deal with you the moment i met you. What a pleasure. Phew. Wow. Now this,” you tapped the chain, still feeling a hum of magic and frost, “doesn’t belong to you. I suggest you let it go?” 
He blinked back, utterly astounded. He couldn’t even find words to retort. 
Charlie’s face was equally stunned, twisted with horror. “What... what is that?” 
You follow her gaze, seeing the two black clouds balling into fists around the chain, forming long, clawed hands that dug between the gaps in the chains.  
Realizing what was about to happen, Alastor braced himself, crouching and throwing tentacles at the nearest tree for leverage. You smiled at the efforts, standing straighter with your hands tucked behind your back. Calmly, you enjoyed the excitement dancing behind your mind as the shadow wrenched itself back, yanking Alastor from his crouch. He staggered forward a step before the tentacles engaged their own resistance, fighting your ownership every step of the way. He snarled viciously, staring down the shadow as it materialised in full, putting in hardly any effort compared to the Radio Demons’s struggle. You felt the melody of laughter tickle in your throat, creaking with distorted tuning. He roared and jerked as two tentacles snapped, a third ripping open with an oily splash. The chain snatched from his hands, dangling to the floor as Alastor fell. He stared up at you, wild eyes in black sclera, claws dug into the earth.  
The shadow picked up the remaining length of chain, swinging it around like a windmill. It began to pace incredibly slowly, circling you, possessive and claiming. You smirk back at it, pleased and aroused, bound to your new owner.  
Sparing a glance at Alastor as Charlie bent to help him up, you drank in the helplessness behind the way he leant on her to sit up. “Hmm. I imagine THAT’S gonna be a bit of a problem for you, huh? Ooft. Now, i do imagine you’re going to be rather... angry... furious... untethered with rage... all the good things you’re supposed to feel when something important is taken from you. But i assure you, it’s for the best. After all, isn’t that what you wanted? To be free of all these ‘blasted infernal emotions’?” 
The shadow stroked your cheek as it rounded your left, its grin as malicious as it was carnal. You side-eyed it, offering your hand out. Fingers encircled yours, chill against heat, dark with light. You caught a glimpse of your own face again, the pride and lust reflected back at you from the shadow’s thoughts. You pulled him nearer, stepping into him like walking through a wall of smoke, coating yourself in dark magic. Every nerve ending fizzled to life under the flourish of sheer power. Stretching out your fingers and rolling your head, a small moan of delight escaped your lips. 
Audio tuning preceded your slightly distorted voice. “So, Alastor. If i keep an eye on our... mutual problem, you can go back to terrorizing and torturing to your heart’s content, up until you decide you want it back. Then I'm sure we could make a deal.” 
Charlie stuttered out, “Th- the shadow, how are you... this isn’t good, God fuck this isn’t any kind of good. What am i supposed to do about this? What the fuck is AL supposed to do about this?! You were supposed to be working to redemption, how did you let it get this far?” 
“Hey, i came here for safety, an escape from my bad choices. I feel it may have been a YOU issue to have one of Hell’s most sinister serial killers help run the place. Although, i fear this may well work to your advantage, your highness. You’ll have all of Alastor’s inner workings, the malice, the scheming, the premeditation – all working to protect your hotel for whatever end he’s after, and none of the frighteningly unstable shadow. Look at this thing? It’s positively insane. Absolutely deranged. I love it.” You held your hand up, looking at the way the smoke writhed and danced on you, wearing Alastor’s shadow like a second skin. 
Alastor growled, shoulders slightly hunched. “You think i won’t kill you to take it back? I won’t make a deal. It belongs to ME. It answers, to ME. You have no concept of how difficult it is to control, and won’t until everything around you is scorched to the ground.” 
“Oh, but then you’d be right back to square one, right? With an angry little shadow, pulling you left and right trying to get into my bed. It’s been a while now since you were allowed to sleep alone. Aren’t you just a little tempted to have a little haitus from it?” 
“NO.” 
“Tcsh, shame.” You stepped back, clearing your mind and body from the shadow, knowing full well how much malicious intent stirred in its mind as you prepared to offer it back. It stood beside you, a devilish smile over glistening charcoal teeth, waiting for your command. “Go. Give him Hell.” 
It leaned down to peck your cheek, dissipating into a gust of smoke that charged straight into Alastor’s chest.  
You watched him hunch over, clutching his jacket, barely managing snarls over the lashes of pain. He threw his head, blood trickling from the side of his mouth.  
Charlie, clinging onto his shoulders, looked up at you with pleading eyes. “This isn’t you, this isn’t right! Please, make it stop!” 
Your head felt strangely empty, as though all the music and shouting had ceased. Your own inner voice barely rattled in the gaping space his shadow left. You just about registered your own mental screaming, terror, desperation as your mind wrenched free of the shadow’s possession. The sound of Alastor’s choking rasps twisted and tortured you. Pressing your hands to your temples, trying to contain the indescribable sensation, you utter an order; “Stop, stop hurting him, please!” 
Now free, Alastor heaved in lungfulls of air, eyes wide and pupils constricted. Muscles trembled as he sank back onto his heels, fingers twitching in the dirt. He gave the slightest shake of his head, trying to re-establish dominance over his thoughts. 
Feeling a wave of dizziness, you tried to get your footing before also dropping to your knees, a ringing piercing your ears. You groaned with nausea, digging your claws into your scalp trying to keep your head from breaking apart. 
Alastor’s angry voice lashed out at you. “Not so easy to handle, is it dear? You see why it is best to have utter and complete control? You are far, FAR too weak to be able to cope with it inside your head. It would destroy you, from the inside out, and relish in torturing your fragile strings of sanity every step of the way. The shadow stays with me. YOU stay with me. Under my command. Are we clear?” 
Charlie cringed, “Al-” 
“Charlotte, stop. This isn’t negotiable. Our dear guest decided to play with fire and the fire has well and truly engulfed her. Our deal still stands; whether it is under me or the shadow that holds the chain. You entertain the creature, keep the irrational emotions at bay, while i utilize the beneficial ones to guide our course. Heaven is yet to brighten our doorstep, and we still have much ahead of us with the powers in the Pentagram. I will need utter obedience. If that is even something you’re capable of. If you need further incentive, i may even throw in an agreement to find a way to get Moni free, IF she is willing to do so. Remember she has her own free will, and i can only do so much damage to Vox before endangering the entire political structure of the Pentagram.” 
You give a brief nod through the waning dizziness. 
“Excellent. Go lie down. You’re going to be feeling this for at least a full day. I wholeheartedly hope you suffer; and learn from doing so.” 
He climbed to his feet, face twisted with hatred over a cracked smile, faint green sutures in the corners of his lips. You shook your head, fighting to focus your vision on him leaving.  
Saliva pooled from the urge to vomit, swallowing it back with a shiver. Charlie carefully approached you, lowering to her knees and putting a hand on yours. 
“You look... i don’t know how to put it, but it’s like the evil has left you. That shadow really did a number on... everything. You were terrifying. Do you feel any more yourself right now? Or is it still kinda in there?” 
You probed your thoughts, trying to work it out. Thankfully the cavernous emptiness in your mind gradually receded towards normal, diminishing the nausea. “The shadow’s gone, i think it’s all just me. That was... it was like i was capable of anything. Like i really believed i could just walk away with his shadow and take whatever i wanted from the world. I don’t know how he copes with something so overpowering. The second it’s in your head you just... expand. Beyond anything your mind was ever capable of before.” 
She paused, rubbing your arm. “So why did you just give it back? If it felt that, uh, strong?” 
You sat back, reliving the experience, trying to decipher whether any thoughts during it were really yours at all. “Because it didn’t feel like ME speaking, thinking. My brain feels weird, like it just spent all its energy screaming into a void that couldn’t hear it. If there’s one thing that i can be sure of, it’s that i would never want to hurt Alastor. But my mind did. My mind wanted him to suffer. That’s not me. I really, really don’t think that was me.” 
Charlie reached to cup the side of your head, pressing her forehead into your temples as a reassuring gesture. “Good, I'm glad that wasn’t you. Really scared me for a second. Thought we’d inadvertently created a supervillain.” 
You chuckled softly under your breath. “There’s still time for that, don’t worry.” 
She swatted your arm with her free hand, moving to help stand you up. You took the assistance gratefully, head still mildly swimming. 
“Obviously your old bed is still, um, ruined, so you can’t go there, but i guess there’s a couple of options. Either we put you in a whole other new room, or you go in Moni’s old room, surrounded by her comforts and memories. I know you’re hurt, and you’ll miss her, but while you’re trying to keep a grip on who you are, it might actually be a good kind of pain.” 
“Gee, thanks doctor Charlie. Did you not hear half the conversation we just had? Alastor doesn’t get much of a say in where he sleeps. Wherever i go, he’ll probably end up, through sheer force of the shadow’s will. I can TRY sleeping in Moni’s, but I'll put every penny i own on that I'll wake up with that grumpy prick next to me.” 
She snorted, holding your arm as you made it back into Alastor’s bedroom, the Radio Demon nowhere in sight.  
The two of you picked up a few essentials before heading over to Moni’s room, the bright flashy pinks and gaudy posters filling you with twinges of heartbreak and comfort at the same time. Charlie settled you in, placing your phone by the bed and offering to stay. You declined, reminding her you wouldn’t be alone for long. She cringed a little, giving you a brief hug and wishing you luck before leaving. 
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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if i were a dead wife i would want my husband to fag out kinda. i would be fujoing out from hell
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Eleven: Be Careful What You Wish For
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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Only the chill of a hand around your throat, constricting to the point of dizziness managed to break the hypnosis. Your consciousness faded briefly, shattering the connection, choking and doubling over as nausea made your head swim. You tried to gasp for air, feeling an icy grip but not able to see who was holding you. You shook your head, heaving in a desperate lungful of air as the hand clutched and dragged you forcefully over towards the bar as you stumbled and slipped, catching in invisible arms until you could walk again. You found the solid wood of the bar, trembling from head to toe, panic gripping your throat almost as tightly as Alastor’s shadow had. 
Hyperventilating, you barely processed a familiar voice trying to shout in your ear, the tone unrecognizable in their own panic. You shuddered, clutching on to the bar, counting from one to ten on repeat until the words made sense. 
“I’m here, you’re okay, it’s me, Angel, shhhhhh. You’re okay. Shhh.” 
A glass of water appeared in front of you; one of the hands that clasped your arm reached for it, placing it towards your mouth. You shakily tried to hold the glass, supported by Angel as he helped you sip. Another shudder ripped through you as you remained paralyzed, staring at the bar’s back wall, making out the reflection of the crowd in the glass. An obvious bright blue screen pivoted and bounced, along with familiar dark hair. 
“Moni.” 
“Shhhhh, i know. It’s not hypnosis. She just doesn’t want to go. She heard and understood every single word we said to her; You didn’t. We had to break you out. She’s up there by choice.” 
Your eyes stung as you tried to blink, clinging on to Angel’s arms. A second familiar face caught up to your attention; Husk, looking furious. At you. 
Husk’s lips curled, shouting to get through to you. “Listen up, stupid-ass bitch. Right now, the only one of the two of you we CAN save is you . We can’t drag her back by force, she’ll go running back. The whole fuckin’ point of everything we do is about making better choices. She’s about to make a really shitty one, that we’ve already spent ages last night trying to talk her out of. Do you have any idea how long you were under the hypnosis for?!” 
You gave a slight shake of your head, wide eyes darting back to Moni’s salivating expression and Vox’s alarmingly unwavering gaze at her. 
“Long enough that we had time to call Alastor and get him here to drag your bitch-ass out. He was still in the fuckin’ hotel. Do you even remember any of what you were doing?” 
Horror passed through you as you noticed the slight fizz on your tongue, like the residue of a sour sweet. Touching your lips, you felt a damp streak of saliva brush onto your fingertips; a vivid shade of blue. You gagged, clutching your mouth as Angel handed you some napkins to clear your face with.  
In pure denial, you tried to take a step towards her, desperate to pull her away. A smoky black hand clasped around your wrist, tight as a vice, the shadow blocking your view of Moni and Vox. You looked up in shock, meeting the glowing red eyes set in wisps of smoke, fury on his expression. In a voice laced with radio static and curses, Alastor whispered his threat to you. “Don’t you DARE go near him again. I will not drag you free in front of everyone like that again while you try to play hero. It is time to go back to the Hazbin Hotel, NOW.” 
Even Husk flinched at the unmitigated demand. Angel rubbed your arm, trying to offer you more water as you tried to look behind Alastor. He grabbed you by the jaw, ignoring your fear. “Look at me. Don’t look over there. Don’t look at the screen. Do you hear me? We’re going home, now. You remember what i said? If i make a request, i expect you to obey, without question. Eyes on me. We’re going home.” 
Locked in his steely gaze, the urge to follow him overpowered you, forcing you to stop trying to seek around him. He released your jaw, tension still tight in his face, though the ghost of something kinder softened his expression, almost like relief.  
Your shoulders sagged as you accepted defeat, waves of regret and anger crashing through you as your chest tore open from fresh heartbreak. You followed dutifully, staring at the ground in shame as Alastor disappeared back into the shadows. 
The chilly night air felt like a fresh slap to the face, pinching your cheeks. Angel had his arm tightly around your waist, flagging down the nearest taxi and helping you inside. 
Husk ducked in, followed by the regular red-suited Alastor materialising in the spare seat, barely squeezing in the back all together. You didn’t care about the close quarters, or how icy fingers stroked the back of your hand. All you could see was Moni, burned into your eyelids, signing her own death warrant with big googly eyes. 
You felt a slight sway as Angel hugged you closer, trying to soothe you through the silent panic attack. His voice was barely audible over the tinny ringing in your ears. 
Hands helped you from the taxi, your feet made it across the lobby. At some point or another, you blinked. You were stopped, somewhere up the upstairs corridor, minutely aware of loud arguing. Your legs mechanically followed wherever you were led, crossing the threshold into a room with a soft green hue illuminating the deep red carpet.  
Water splashed over you, still fully dressed. The freezing cold shower managed to break you from the daze, making you cry out in shock.  
You jumped out from the stream, pushing against Alastor who tried to hold you in there a little longer, his arms exposed from rolled-up sleeves.  
“I’m awake! I’m- get off me! Get me out the fucking cold-ass water! Jesus Christ!” 
He stopped blocking you, catching you against his chest instead. He held you tightly, stroking your hair, breathing ragged. 
Charlie stood behind him, worry etched on her face. “Can you actually hear us now? You’re safe, i promise. You’re back at-” 
“At the Hazbin Hotel, i know, i recognize where i am now. Fuck, that’s cold. Can i please have the shower on hot? This- eurgh, fuck that’s so fucking cold.” You shivered against Alastor, trying to absorb some of his warmth as you cling to him. The air increased in temperature as the shower began to warm up. Holding onto Alastor’s arms, you backed up into the hot stream, still slightly shivering until the worst of the cold wore off. He let you go to stand under the stream, picking up your make-up remover from the cabinet and handing you a clean cloth. 
Out of the corner of your vision, you saw Charlie staring curiously into the cabinet, where quite a few of your products were hidden. She looked back to you, eyebrow raised, blinking in surprise. “Hold on, you two... NO! Really? Al?!” 
He threw a warning glance over his shoulder as he helped you with the worst of your makeup. “This is hardly the time, dear. Perhaps you could get a hold of Angel and check on him. I imagine he is still a little shaken.” 
You caught Alastor’s wrist, pausing the scrubbing. “What do you mean shaken? What happened?” 
“He was the one to try and drag you free from Vox initially. You were under hypnosis by then. He had a panic attack on the dancefloor when Vox buried his tongue down your throat. Husk had to pull him outside to call me for help.” 
Though you remembered none of it, the idea of him assaulting you like that made your stomach turn. You cringed, fending off the nausea by clutching your mouth. Swallowing bile, you utter a reply. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what was going on. I think i was gonna try to get Moni away, but then he just looked at me. That was it. Then I'm suddenly choking at the bar.” 
Charlie hugged herself, leaning against the shower cubicle. "Angel said you couldn’t hear a word he said, didn’t react when he tried to pull you away. Like you were completely numb to anything around you. I’ve never been under anything like that before, so i can’t really relate, but... do you not remember what happened? Why you were... dancing... with them?” 
“I remember going down to the club, dancing with Moni. I was trying to figure out if she was under hypnosis, in case you were wrong. I had to try .” 
Alastor snarled. “Please do remember i have known Vox far longer than anyone here has, and far more personally. He developed his technique based on years of practice and research, now quite precise and captivating in his approach. When i say someone is not under his hypnosis, it’s because they’re not under his fucking hypnosis. Are we clear?” 
He assisted you with finishing cleaning up your face, letting hot water run over you to rinse. 
Charlie softened her tone, trying to calm Alastor. “Hey, i get it. Just bear with her, she was trying to help her friend. We’ve all been there. She just picked a battle she had no chance of winning. I’m glad you were there to help her, but i don’t feel safe leaving you with her right now, not while you’re so angry. Let’s get her across the hallway, in a clean bed, and one of us can stay with her to make sure she’s okay overnight. Does the hypnosis leave any after-effects?” 
He glared at Charlie, fake smile tightening with razor sharp bared teeth, making you shudder from the proximity. “None that will persist since i broke the connection prematurely. I assure you, despite my displeasure, i am still by far the safest demon in all of Hell to leave her with right now, through sheer will alone. Or more specifically, my shadow is. You met it last night, manifested on the dancefloor. It is frightfully protective of her, and has been for quite some time. Even if i wished -and i very much DO right now- to take space from her, i can’t . It’s not my choice.” 
She pursed her lips, cheeks raising in discomfort, trying to avoid Alastor’s glare. “I just mean... i didn’t know you two... it’s a lot to process. This whole situation is. Honestly though, regardless of how Al feels, do YOU want to be here, in Al’s room?” 
You nodded, tension waning in your body as you focused on the heat of the shower. “I’m safe, and I'm good. Better than good. I’m happy here. Just leave me to my terrifying, sadistic Overlord, while you go worry about your OTHER hotel guest that you just lost to –let me check my notes- a terrifying, sadistic Overlord. Your track record is not stunning, Miss Morningstar.” 
Alastor warned you with a low snarl. You averted your gaze and muttered an apology. 
“Yeah, see, that’s not making me feel any more reassured. How about, one of us stays with you overnight, just to be there for emotional support, while you’re there for safety. Sound fair?” 
“In my room?” 
“Yes.” 
“I’d rather not.” 
“How about in her old bedroom? The one that apparently you near enough decimated?” 
“.... fine. Here is fine.” 
“Good. I’m going down to get supplies. You two, just, don’t kill each other or anything. Fucking Hell.” 
You watch her leave, dreading the night ahead, and still pretty fucked up from the horrific chain of events. Alastor helped you out of your sopping dress, not a hint of sexual advances or even flirting as he let the clothes splatter into the corner of the shower. He passed you products as you washed, silently simmering. 
You lay in Alastor’s bed, feeling a rollercoaster of conflicting emotions.  
Laid horizontally at the bottom of the bed, Charlie snored with her mouth agape. Her watch over your mental wellbeing was meant to end in a couple of hours, yet the Hellish Highness fell asleep mid-conversation. 
Alastor stretched and stood, rising from the reading chair with exhaustion taking precedence over any remaining anger. You eye him nervously, still unsure whether to try talking to him or not. He crossed over to the broken wall, staring out to the Bayou. 
Swallowing your pride, you carefully ease out of the bed, avoiding waking Charlie. Reassured by her ongoing snores, you quietly tread towards Alastor. 
He glances back at you with a controlled expression. 
You nod towards the woods, requesting a walk. He obliged, staring ahead and following your timid pace. 
Far enough away from the room, you begin the conversation. 
“I want to thank you, and apologize to you, and everything in-between. You already know everything I'd say about it. And... i bet you know I'd do it all over again, if it meant i could sleep at night knowing i at least tried to save her. I guess... do you want me to go through it all? Give you the big grand apology, begging, weeping, all that? Would it actually make a difference?” 
He sighed, giving a lengthy pause before responding. “Perhaps not. I doubt an apology from you would reconcile the conflicts i am currently suffering at the hands of my own shadow. I have never felt so pitifully caged as i do right now. And i am only trusting you enough with such a confession, as you are the only one with any form of key. I think it’s time you made a commitment to the hotel, so i can force this creature to at least stop fretting and chasing near every time you leave a room. As long as i have proof you will be there to come back, I can manage.” 
You felt the sincerity of his words, anxiety building as you consider your reply carefully. In the brief pause, you’re distracted by a sad expression on the shadow’s face across the grass. 
“Dare i ask what you mean by commitment?” 
“I mean, dear,” your heart sped up as he turned to face you, the psychopath haunted by the shadow. “Let’s make a deal.”  
In a weak voice you ask him what he wanted. 
“I require the constant assurance you will not seek to leave the Hazbin Hotel for any extensive periods of time, whether that is through employment elsewhere, new living circumstances, or redemption. That is specifically until i am in full control of the shadow, and not dependent on you to tame it. In exchange for my protection and my attention, i wish to be the keeper of your soul, until such a day that i am free from the shadow’s desire over you.” 
You swallowed, blinded by the magnitude of his offer. “My... soul... i can’t just offer that up, for a fling. Your shadow might not ever truly get bored of me, then I'm just on your leash until the end of time, doing whatever bidding you choose. For all i know, I'll be just another plaything like Husk.” 
Amusement crossed his face. “You are hardly more than a plaything to me now , dear. Remember i simply don’t have the capacity to care in the same way as my shadow. Yes i have rather enjoyed myself, and had quite the challenging experience navigating the monster within, yet this is still largely an inconvenience over the goals i have set long before meeting you. If you would indulge the comparison, the shadow is tied to me in such a similar way as your soul is to you. Whilst i am unable to unbind my shadow from its obsession with you, i would seek for you to placate and entertain the creature while i refocus on my own agenda.” 
“Has this ever happened before? Are there other sinners kept under a leash at your shadow’s personal command?” 
“I do believe i have explained this to you multiple times prior. This is a first for me. And i strongly hope it will be the last. It’s not like you won’t benefit from such an arrangement. You’d still get to enjoy the spectrum of emotions and interactions you’re currently experiencing, and perhaps more. But instead of going through the motions as another wayward sinner seeking redemption, you would be bound to my will, remaining at the hotel as one of our staff.” 
“Would i be able to come and go as i please? Head out to town, hang out with friends, go for a walk, shit like that?” 
“Within reason, yes. I would particularly require you not to step foot in the Vees tower again, though that isn’t part of the contract; simply more of a personal affront should you choose to do so.” 
You swallowed, nodding, fully acquiescing to that one. “Will you be keeping the shadow separate, or blending with it more?” 
“Likely still both, depending on the situation.” 
“How different will things be to, say, a week ago?” 
“I’d imagine perhaps a little less secretive, as the staff would know of your relationship with the shadow, and by extension, myself. I’d still require decency and respect in public, though you would likely receive more attention from myself as we navigate the workings of the hotel together as colleagues, too.” 
You held your arms over your torso, hugging yourself. 
“Thing is, i had this conversation with Moni months ago. I remember telling her, God, absolutely drooling at the time, going on about how badly i wanted you. I told her, with no irony whatsoever, how happy i would be to just hand over my soul to you. That was before i even really met the shadow. But i guess, now that the offer is genuinely on the table... i’m scared, Alastor.” 
“Good, then you may well understand the magnitude of the situation. And thus perhaps have a shallow glimpse at how much of my own life has been upturned by your very presence. If i knew killing you would be the end of this behaviour, I'd have done so. Unfortunately, i just don’t think that will be helpful, as i get the sense my own shadow would war with me both before, during and after such an act. So, as my patience runs thin for repeating myself; do we have a deal?” 
He offered his hand out with a slight bow towards you. His tight grin lined with green sutures, a bright cross appearing on his forehead as radio dials overtook his irises. The glade around him bristled and burst with flashes of colour and sheets of darkness as sorcery lashed in gushes between the trees. The little shadow face beside you looked hopeful, holding a hand up in gesture towards Alastor. Your chest ached, yearning for any sort of existence where you got to carry this on, satisfying your utter obsession with the Radio Demon. But holy fuck was this so many shades of wrong. You were throwing away the key to your own cage.  
In the chaos and thundering of powerful black magic, you heard Charlie’s voice in the background, pleading with you as she tried to push through the storm to get to you. You held Alastor’s gaze, taking a deep breath and reaching for his hand.  
“Deal.”
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Ten: Lost in Television
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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You couldn’t quite put your finger on the tension in the hotel the next day. It seemed like a loaded silence between masking statements, as though a horror lingered below daily pleasantries. You looked to Alastor for clarification multiple times, though he either ignored you or waved off your concerns. 
At dinner, you finally clicked on. Moni wasn’t home. The other two she’d left with were. 
Facing the two, you asked whether Moni came back with them last night. All conversation at the table ceased in alarming tandem. You looked around the faces, seeing hesitation and regret in nearly every single face. Including Alastor.  
One of the sinners she’d left with looked pleadingly to Charlie. She gave an awkward cough and quietly answered for him. “Um... Moni stayed out. We’re not sure how long she’s going to be. We’ll... catch up after dinner, okay?” 
Dread pooled in your belly as you studied the room, becoming acutely aware of how pretty much everyone seemed to know where she was except you. You nodded, acquiescing, feeling the intense pressure to refrain from asking further. You managed a few more bites of food over the nausea curling in your belly. 
Charlie pulled you away from tidying duties, leading you to hers and Vaggie’s room. You felt completely out of place in somewhere so private and sacred to the Princess of Hell, though followed her without question. She sat you on the bed, every second making the anxieties bloom further. 
“Listen... Moni and the others went to casinos, just like she told you. But... she ended up in a bad place. With bad people. When we found her, she was... well, physically fine, and i guess she looked happy, but, uh, it’s not as simple as... ah fuck, i don’t even know how to say it. I’m sorry. But she’s leaving you, and i don’t think she’s coming back, either to you OR the hotel.” 
Startled, you blink and stare back at Charlie’s pained expression. “Why won’t she be back? Why do you look so worried, why is EVERYONE so worried, if she’s happy?” 
Charlie puffed out her cheeks, looking away, but taking your hand. “Because it’s complicated. We thought she was under hypnosis, but she isn’t. She genuinely just seems to want to be with... someone.” 
“Someone?” 
“... Vox.” 
Your stomach crashed through the floor, heart wrenching in your chest. Everyone knew that name. Everyone feared it. Including Moni. 
“That’s not... there’s no way...” 
“I know, i know. We thought the same when we confronted her last night. But she refused to leave. Not a hint of dissociation, not one word out of place for how she speaks. Angel was in the studio today and scoped out the lounge, saw her drinking in the booth with him. I won’t even tell you how he described them together. I’ll put it this way; I've never caught you or Moni looking at each other the way Angel saw them nearly the whole time.” 
“That’s... we can’t leave her there, he’ll kill her. Fuck, she’s pretty much dead already if she believes he’ll be anything but sadistic and evil and....” 
Your hypocrisy smashed into you like a wrecking ball of regret. How the tables turn, bitch . 
And you could do exactly nothing about it. 
The nausea won, making you gag as you ran for the bathroom. You retched into the toilet, feeling your hair gently held back as tears started to fall. Moni no, you stupid, crazy, dumb, fucking. .. 
Your train of profanities continued, mirroring your self-hatred as you wondered if you’d been able to prevent this if you’d just stayed close with her. If you hadn’t chosen Alastor . 
Charlie rubbed your back as you rinsed your mouth in the sink, leaning over and sobbing messily. She helped you back to the bed, wrapping the quilt around you and waiting for you to settle a little more. 
A quiet knock came at the door, preceding Vaggie coming to check on you both. Seeing the pity on her eyes broke you just a little more. Instead of losing it with more sobs, the undercurrent of losing everything teased through your veins like electricity. If it got her out of his clutches, you’d give it all up. 
You blankly placated the two managers, sitting with them until they felt you were safe enough to leave. How very wrong they were. As soon as you assumed they were far enough down the corridor, you crept out and went straight for your old room. 
The destroyed bed lay testament to your poor choices as you found an outfit to help rescue Moni from hers. 
Picking the most revealing, suggestive dress you own, you prepare makeup as a weapon, not armour. Your empty eyes reflected back at you in the mirror as you applied the mascara, finishing by setting your lips ablaze with crimson lipstick. 
Wondering how you’d leave the hotel unseen, you head back to Moni’s room to find one of her ridiculously long coats. There’s the back exit, you could just about sneak down the stairs if you’re quiet enough, or maybe you could go out a window from the first floor ... 
Poking your head out the window of Moni’s room, you don’t see much that would prevent a nasty impact fall. She did however have plenty of bedsheets and linen to tie together. 
You made your rope ladder, testing the knots were up to standard for taking your weight. Checking the time, you felt the pressure of the impending confrontation grow. Just ten more minutes and you’d head out, surely they’d be watching that movie together by then . In that time, you quietly called a taxi to arrive as soon as possible. 
You managed eight long minutes before thinking ‘fuck it’ and throwing the sheet rope out, tying it firmly to her bedframe. With a final test-tug, you climbed up to the window frame and carefully shimmied down.  
Relief caught in your throat as your feet reached dirt. You crept around the side of the building, checking for anyone at all; the front was empty besides parked cars, though you spotted the taxi approaching from the end of the drive. You waved for it to pull up near you, not the lobby, grateful when it halted right nearby. You hopped in, asking the driver to get to the Vees tower, as fast as possible. 
You slipped the strap of your purse around your wrist as you checked in the coat to the cloakroom. Your dress earned you a few admiring looks as you took the elevator to the main customer lounge, praying Moni would be there.  
You stepped inside the crowded bar, ignoring the offer of a drink made by some other sinner as you passed by, looking for the crop of dark hair. You couldn’t spot her in this room, so turned to head back out to the elevators. Whilst reading the signs, a sultry laugh caught your attention.  
“Mi cariño, are you looking for a job? I certainly have an opening if you do.” 
You peek over your shoulder, side-eyeing the chest of the famed-and-feared Valentino. Your eyes wandered up the length of his coat, finally meeting his face as he loomed over you. Fucking Hell he was tall . 
“I’m here to find my girlfriend. Name’s Moni. If i find her, I'll have any conversation you want, afterwards only.” 
He laughed under his breath, glowing pink grin filtering red smoke as he appraised you. 
“I’m afraid she isn’t your girlfriend anymore. Vox has his claws in her. And he doesn’t like to let things go until they’re very, truly broken.” 
Ignoring his provocation, you stepped into the elevator, squaring your shoulders and leaning back against the wall as he stepped inside too. You pressed for the private VIP lounges, noticing the Vee select the studio floor.  
“You know, i see that look quite often before one of my talented crew is about to make a mistake, to put it lightly. I strongly suggest you consider my offer before you make any dangerous decisions.” 
“I’ll be sure to remember. Besides,” you turn to him before the elevator doors close, “you’re not the first Overlord to threaten me. I hope you won’t be the last.” 
He grinned carnally as the doors shut between you. 
Striding towards the VIP entrance, two doormen block your entry and ask for your invitation. 
“I’m joining a friend on leisure. Mind calling Moni for me?” 
One of the men pressed an earpiece, listening intently before quietly speaking into a mic. He listens for another half a minute before looking back to you. 
“Your friend is on the casino floor, in private company. You can speak to the bouncers at the VIP tables to confirm she knows you.” 
You nod, heading back to the elevators and dropping a couple of floors to the main body of casinos.  
You’d been here before, a very long time ago. The familiar ringing and beeping of slot machines and cash counting made you flash back to more difficult pastimes.  
The far corner of the windowless room was barred by thick blue rope and guarded with the usual muscle. You approach, spying the vivid glow of an animated LED screen having a conversation with the most pathetically soppy, googly-eyed Moni on his lap.  
Dread pooled in your gut, swallowing terror as you drew your shoulders back in projected confidence. Speaking to a bouncer, you indicate to Moni and ask them to invite her over to see you briefly. The bouncer complies, disturbing their close conversation, irritating the Overlord. The screen turned to you, an alarmingly suave grin fixing on his face. He gives a nod to the bouncer, who signals for you to be let in. 
His voice buzzed with the ebb and flow of electricity, chancing pitch and tune with intention.  
“Well hell-o. This your friend, Mo?” 
As if her name wasn’t short enough. Prick . “Something like that. We were called girlfriends, once. Mind if i join?” 
She barely blinked away from him for a second to look at you, almost territorial in the way she looked you up and down before gazing back to him. 
“Of course. We're just enjoying a little Blackjack. Do you play?” 
“Not well. I had quite the lucky streak once, until i didn’t. Moni knows the story.” 
“Hmmm.” 
You snorted at the useful contribution to the conversation.  
A chair tucked in next to you, offered by one of the VIP assistants. 
The Overlord leered down at you. “One round won’t hurt. See if your luck is turning round, Doll.” 
Moni giggled. She brought a little martini glass to her lips and batted her lashes. Honestly, it was downright awkward. You sigh and take the seat, assessing the current game in play as you waited for the next round. 
You broke even, gaining a slight upper hand in conversation as Vox tried to probe you about the hotel, playing heavily into being one of the sinners down on their luck who ended up a stray at their door. Thankfully Moni made no effort to call out your bullshit, given how artfully you dodged any and all personal knowledge about Alastor. 
The three of you crossed over to one of the tables near the bar, dabbling in roulette for a short time.  
In your purse, you felt the quiet hum of call vibrating, near constantly as someone clearly figured out your escape. You ignored the incessant phone and the sense of foreboding it summoned. 
“So, babe, Moni tells me you had a shit night out last night. She left early it was so dull. Tell me, have you ever come to one of the Vees parties before?” 
“Actually i haven’t. I’ve been to the casino once or twice, and i think stopped by the studio to pick up a friend a long time ago, but not the parties. Is that an invitation?” 
“Certainly, as long as you ease up a little. That’s a lot of tension in those tight shoulders. A nasty scar too. What kind of freak left that?” 
“Cute, right? It was... proportionate.” 
He looked you up and down, measuring your cocky expression with his own overconfidence. Moni blinked, finally looking at you properly. A glimpse of horror crossed her eyes as she really saw the scar for the first time.  
The dealer took another round of bets as you placed a drinks order with the hovering VIP host. He took your cash upfront, scurrying off with his little tablet.  
“You know Doll, i do like that you haven’t tried to get me to pay for your drinks. Even Mo doesn’t bat an eyelid when expecting hers on the house. Did you say something about being girlfriends before?” 
“Mmm, something along those lines. It was pretty unexpected. And ended even more so.” 
He smirked down at her, triggering the usually confident demon to blush. She muttered out, “It was a silly thing, nothing serious. I’m all single now.” 
He laughed, leaning to whisper in her ear as she blushed harder. You held back a cringe, eye twitching for a moment. 
“I think Mo’s ready for a proper dance. When your order gets here, we’ll head downstairs to the club floor. I’ll show you what a real party looks like.” 
You make a show of biting your lip at him, ignoring Moni’s disgruntled territorial scowl. The two of you cash in your chips, picking up the drinks and leaving the casino.  
In the elevator, Moni hangs on to him like a drape, hair falling over his shoulder as she toyed with the lapel of his jacket. You rolled your eyes, catching Vox’s smirk as he undressed you with his vivid blue and red digital eyes. Somehow, you imagined sex with Vox would be an awful lot more lethal than with Alastor. Wonder if Moni imagined the exact opposite . 
The evening had turned to night, filling the lavish Vees club floor with reams of excitable clientele, all vying for attention under the shimmering spotlights.  
The drink tasted far too easy to sip; you hardly noticed when it ran out and another was automatically placed in your hand. Vox leaned over and whispered in your ear that this one was on him. You shivered, feeling a strange tingle of electricity where his mouth came close to you. 
In complete contrast to how she was last night, Moni made a show of practically seducing you on the dancefloor. She swung her hips and grinded, stroked your neck and bounced as though she was hired to do so. You went with it, trying to get as close as possible to see any hint of hypnosis in her eyes. 
No matter how hard you sought, it really was Moni looking back at you, the undercurrent of spite and resentment hiding behind the parted lips and batting lashes. You held on to her hips and dipped low with her, pressing your torso to hers as you rose. She hung an arm over your shoulder, smiling up at Vox, who’d risen from his seat to come dance. You watched her face closely, trying to see if any swirling appeared in her irises. 
She. Was. Gone. Her eyes were just about vacant staring at him, utterly lost in his gigantic screen. You could have punched her and she wouldn’t have noticed. But it wasn’t hypnosis. She was just infatuated, plain and brutally simple.  
A faint electric current startled you as long, sharp metal claws grazed over your hip. Regret sank in, a tight closing of your chest and throat making it harder to pretend you were enjoying yourself. A flash of white and pink caught your eye above typical head-height of the crowd. Angel. Thank fuck .  
Vox caught you looking, a scowl forming on his face. He plastered a grin and pointed a claw under your chin, redirecting you to look at him. Without thinking, you turned to meet the vivid, captivating eyes, locking you in; taking all your thoughts away as you fell into the blissfully mesmerizing swirls.   
An arm and a voice tried to disturb your dancing, sounding like a distorted backing track to your main vocals. You swayed and bounced, lost in television. 
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Nine: Obedience
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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In Alastor’s bathroom, you scrubbed at the makeup, giving your skin a pink glow from being freshly cleansed. He knocked politely, materializing next to you as you invited him in.  
Behind the amused smirk and patient grin, you couldn’t tell whether he was split with his shadow or not. You turned to switch on the shower, enjoying his upbeat humming with radio static filling the air. 
He requested to join you for the shower, undressing purposefully slowly as he allowed you to watch the show. You near enough forgot how to breathe as each item dropped to the floor. Backing you against the shower wall, he helped you undress with far more haste. Sweeping you into an ardent kiss, relief and adoration claimed you wholly. He held you tightly, pressing his forehead to yours when you both came up for air. Closing your eyes, you interlaced your fingers in his hair as he worked down your body. 
He trailed kisses from your lips, neck, breasts, naval and hips, down to the apex of your thighs as he gently eased your underwear down. You quivered and jolted, feeling unsteady after the turbulent evening. He stood again, squirting shampoo and lathering your hair. Massaging with firm scratches and twists, he snorted when you moaned so loud it echoed in the bathroom. 
“Might i remind you, we have other guests in the hotel. Just because we were fortunate enough to not be caught before, doesn’t mean i welcome any interruption now. Keep your songs on mute, or at least low volume, my darling.”  
Your leg jiggled as he persisted with the massage, holding on to his waist for stability. 
You look up at him with unfocused eyes, trying to think clearly through the delightful sensations. “Did- is shadow, umm, in?” 
“Pardon?” 
“Mmmmh, is this you with the shadow, mixed... hmm” 
“Hah, yes, i suppose this is the one and the both of us caring for you right now. Though rest assured, i believe i would have treated you with reasonable reward regardless of the shadow’s emotions, following your excellent behaviour and control at the table.” 
“’Mmm glad. Thanks.” 
He finished up with slowly running his hands through your locks as the shower rinsed off the suds. You ran your hands up his lean back, enjoying the ripple of muscle as he shivered. He quickly kissed you before quietly demanding you to behave. 
Feeling brave, you picked up his sponge, asking permission to return the favour. He plucked it from your hand, smirking down at you. “Absolutely not right now, i am far too tense to allow such things. Though you have earned both a reward and my admiration, i am still highly furious with you for exposing the shadow like that in the bar.  If there was ever a guarantee that i would destroy another bed, in the very least, then it would be when i am so driven by instinct to protect you as i am now.” 
“Protect? Don’t you mean punish?” 
His expression shifted, avoiding your gaze. He seemed almost anxious. “No, i think i mean protect, though I'm certain there may be some overlap. I was genuinely fretful of someone catching on to the situation, recognizing the shadow as my own. Do you have no regard for your own safety, ma chérie? At all times, you seem to throw yourself to peril head-first. We just spoke about it this morning.” 
It was a fair point. 
An idea regarding protecting and punishing toyed in your mind, unconsciously making you obedient as he then immediately took to cleansing the entirety of your body. Such a handsome hypocrite for not letting you do the same to him; though he was very, very generous with slow grinding of the sponge exactly where it made you moan.  
Standing behind you, his arousal brushed against you as your knees went weak, reaching out to brace against the walls of the shower to hold you up. You jerked violently as a tentacle wrapped around your waist, just as it did when Alastor first brought you to his room. The memory flooded through you with the same anticipation.  
You dragged in shallow gasps as the limb held you up, pinning you to his body, erection pressing into your backside like a filthy promise. He persisted in grinding slow circles using the sponge, angling you so the hot water trickled over your sensitized breasts. He gently tugged at your nipples, letting the flesh go numb under his pinch before releasing each one to be set alight in the shower stream. The stimulation drove you crazy, pressing your hips back against him as your thighs clenched hard, eagerly trying to persuade him to take you.  
His fingers moved at just the right angle when he adjusted, making you buck and cry out. He quickly caught on, changing the pattern to chase your pleasure. You jolted and whined, clawing the glass and trying to grab on to anything as the orgasm ignited like a lit match on gasoline. You threw your head back over his shoulder, toes curling from the intensity, hips involuntarily rocking through your release. He praised you, slowing his fingers down to a gentle stroke, allowing your body to gradually de-escalate from the extreme heights of pleasure. You held his forearms, vaguely aware the sponge had been dropped or ditched somewhere along the way. He paid close attention, the occasional twitch and flutter indicating you were still coming, though far gentler now. He hummed, pleased to have figured you out so quickly this time.  
He bent, grabbing the sponge and lathering it to wash the fresh traces of slick soaking down between your thighs. You involuntarily moaned against him, even as he laughed and genuinely tried to help you get clean. He helped you out of the shower, wrapping you in a towel and delicately pushing you back onto the bed so he could finish off his own bathing. You lay there, dazed, vividly aware of the pulse in your groin, mind entirely lost in the sight of his undress. 
Noticing the brief moment of solitude, you enact your plan. 
In the bottom of his wardrobe, under some hotel robes, you find the shopping bag with all your unused gear. It definitely sounded like he’d need it tonight. 
Propping the bag on the bed, you pulled out the chains as quietly as you could, cringing at every metallic clatter they made. You contemplated how the Hell these were supposed to go under the mattress or bedframe, startling when Alastor manifested beside you, still freshly dripping from the shower.  
“I thought i heard something. Are you envisioning your death quite so soon? You’d be nothing short of butchered if i let myself go with you bound in these ridiculous things tonight.” 
Under your breath, you hide a smile and answer, “they’re not for me. I thought you said you’d overheard the conversations in the shop?” 
His ear flickered, eyes darting between you and the chains. “Have i misunderstood? You were discussing using these sorts of things for arm restraint, which is entirely unnecessary and irrelevant on me, since it would be no issue to escape. I assumed that only left you.” 
“Just because you can easily escape them, doesn’t mean they’re not useful as a reminder. It’s to help you focus. You feel the bite of these,” you gesture to the harsh edge of the manacles, “and you’ll hopefully remember to not tear me apart. Seem reasonable?” 
His eyes narrowed at the idea, appraising the otherwise useless chains. “The logic is flawed, in many aspects. Especially since this would mean i no longer have full control. You know that is a requirement for me.” 
“Not really. If anything, it’s designed to help you hold on to control. Yeah you won’t be able to move your arms as much, but you’ll stay... demonic, rather than monstrous, i think?” 
He visibly struggled with the warring thoughts. You indecently took advantage of his pause to watch the water droplets roll down his naked body in the corner of your eye. 
He turned to face you, cupping your jaw with a smirk. “Are you that incessant, my darling? Please temper this craving while i gather my thoughts.” 
“Hmmm... no.” 
You threw your arms around his neck and jumped backwards, dropping back onto the mattress with him falling on top of you. He laughed into the kiss, sweeping his tongue across your lower lip and stroking your ribs. He whispered that he would at least try, though it was a high risk. You gave a small nod, already well aware of his potential outbursts lurking just below his self-restraint.  
The dewy grass tickled your feet as you slowly circled the tree, traipsing your fingers along the pretty spirals adorning the illusory bark. He looped the body of the chain over a stocky branch, testing the strength of the tree before leaving them to hang. Admiring how his poise enhanced the taut muscle of his torso, you left your insecurities far in the back of your mind and indulged in your exposure. He caught your eye, equally carnal in his gaze. He curled a finger, summoning you to him.  
You approached, standing below the manacles like kinky mistletoe. Fingers locked behind your back, you peek up at him, waiting patiently for him to kiss you. He grinned, sucking his teeth as he admired your obedience. He gently tilted your head up to meet his lips, hovering his body a few inches away from yours. 
Releasing your mouth to breathe, Alastor dipped low enough to pick you up by the thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist to raise you above his head height. He tested your grip by letting go slowly, ensuring you were going to stay in place as he raised his arms to meet the hanging shackles. You chained him in, thrilled by the tinkle and click of locking metal. Tightening them to dig into his wrists, you made sure they bit in just enough to keep him alert to his form. Any shift in size and he would notice the sting of restraint; plus it would give you warning if you heard the metal break. 
Bracing your arms around his neck, you carefully lowered to the ground, sinking your toes into the soft grass.  
Despite the arms bound above his head, he still looked entirely in control. And best of all, he was . 
“I want to feel you taste me. Slowly.” 
Not embellishing with romantic strokes or the thousands of kisses you wanted to worship his body with, you followed his command to the very letter. Lowering onto your knees, you maintained your gaze as you took him ever so slowly into your mouth, struggling to breathe as you tried to take him deeper. Your eyes closed as you focused, adjusting your angle slightly to reach the back of your throat. You gagged for a second before regaining control, clasping your fists behind your back to try and stop the reflex. Pubic fur prickled your nose as you took him as far as you could before the gagging sensation got too much, withdrawing and choking in air as your hips twitched. His hips bucked slightly as he slipped from your mouth, one leg jittering for a moment. He seemed well in control of his body; for now, at least. 
“Don’t push yourself so far, dear. Take me as far as is comfortable and stay still for me.” 
Excited, you comply with a smile as you suck him far enough that it didn’t hinder either your breathing or trigger your gag reflex. You swallowed around him, testing to see his reaction. His cock twitched in your mouth; taking it as a good sign, you ran your tongue where it could reach, swirling and stroking along the shaft and under the tip without moving the rest of your mouth. You heard his breathing change, glancing up and meeting his eyes. His smirk faltered as he watched you, giving you a small nod to carry on. You move, cautious and slow, sinking your lips a little further down the shaft before dragging your tongue back to the tip, sucking hard as you reach the swollen flesh. He snarled and bucked in response, nearly slipping free. You let your tight suction go, restraining the temptation to push his limits.  
As soon as he regained composure, he took control with minor demands, adjustments and requests, all centred around learning what his body craved without breaking his self-control. Relief flooded you as you figured what he liked, getting to enjoy returning some of the pleasure he so often overindulges you with. He held up with the chains, occasionally making the branch creak as his legs started to become unsteady. 
“Ah, mmmhm, stand for me, darling. Good girl. Back against the tree.” 
You obey, biting your lip. The chains rattle as he turns to face you, excitement in his eyes and lust in the blown-out pupils. “I suggest you brace your hands on my shoulders, i cannot hold you with my arms. If you need me to stop, you must speak. Do you understand?” 
You nod, breathlessly excited, only verbally agreeing when he repeated the question.  
From his back, two tentacles reached out to your legs, curling tightly around your calves. You watch them, fascinated with the iridescent shine.  
“Look at me.” 
You swallow and fix your eyes on his, trying and failing to control the tremble in your knees as you feel the limbs tighten around you. Remembering to follow all orders, you quickly grab his shoulders, rewarded by his pleased expression. His hands wrap around the chains as he stepped forward, torso brushing against you as he came close enough to let his tip tease at the apex of your thighs. You rest your head back against the tree for a moment, caught up in desire and temptation.  
He pressed his hips and torso against you, pinning you to the tree as the tentacles lifted your calves, forcing your knees to bend. Using the leverage of one leg, he hitched you higher up the tree, lining you up just right as his cock sought your soaked pussy. Your thighs shook against him as he sank into you, releasing his own harsh gasp as you moaned into his neck. His angle prevented you from moving; all you could do was hold on as he adjusted, tilting his hips and thrusting deep into you. Your body bounced with the pounding, back scratching against the bark behind you as his pace increased.  
You heard an alarming creak in the metal; fighting the dissociative waves of building pleasure, you pulled his hair to raise his face, biting hard into his lip. He groaned into your mouth, forcefully relieving some of the tension in the chains and regaining composure. You praise him with a deep kiss, invading his mouth with your tongue and tightening your thighs around him.  
You could feel him stiffen further inside you, his body answering to the demanding rhythm. You nibble and nip at his neck, dragging your claws and gasping into his ear, trying to bring him to the brink. Frustration broke through his panting as he snarled, breaking out of the chains and slashing his claws into the tree. You panicked, quickly checking for sutures, relieved to see none as his teeth bared and eyes crushed closed as he found the tension to allow relief. You clung to his shoulders as his forehead pressed into the tree, panting and growling in your ear as his thrusts became uncoordinated and shallow, shaking like a leaf and twitching against you as he came. You rode out the sensations of him throbbing inside you, spilling over and over, a buck in his hips as he drained himself to fill you so thoroughly. 
You kissed his neck, gentle and slow, softly breathing against his skin as you waited for him to ease back to reality. He rolled his head against yours, nuzzling in affection.  
Unfocused eyes wandered to your face as he raised his head. “Are you alright, ma chérie? You seem well.” 
A breathy laugh answered before words did. “I’m more than well . That was so fucking hot. And you managed to keep control the entire time. Pretty much.” 
He snorted in agreement. “Yes, for the most part. I was specifically asking if you had any injuries or inflictions.” 
You tried to peek at your shoulders and arms, unable to see anything else from where you remained pinned and penetrated against the tree. “I think I'm fine. I’ll need another shower, though. Maybe an ice pack to sit on.” 
He chuckled as he lowered you carefully to the ground, releasing your calves and reclaiming the tentacles into his back. Admittedly, your legs were a bit sore from the tight restrains, though not injured as far as you could tell. 
A wave of tiredness washed over you, your eyelids weighing far heavier than you could manage as you steadied yourself to try and walk. He rubbed your back, brushing away some of the debris and bark before picking up the broken pieces of shackles. You heard him commenting on the flimsy metal, not arguing as your mind seemed to swim. 
Suddenly he was holding you, making you jolt awake as you realised your legs were half-dangling under you.  
“Are you alright? Do you need sleep first or a second shower?” 
You tried to clear the fog, knowing how badly you needed to clean up.  
“Hmm, maybe a shallow bath. I don’t want to drown, but damn i don’t have the energy to stand much more.” 
Broken chains over one shoulder and throwing you over the other, Alastor carried you back to the room despite your objections and kicking legs. 
He rested you against the bathroom vanity while running the bath, humming a song you’d heard earlier in the bar. After a minute, you recognized it.  
“Hey, that was what i danced with your shadow to when you interrupted. Why is that in your head?” 
He paused, staring blankly as he processed. “I think it’s stuck in my shadow’s head... or the excitement the shadow felt during that song is now infused with my own memory of the incident. I’m not sure. Either way, it has far more pleasant feelings on the matter than I.” 
“It was kind of nice, you know. To be... acknowledged like that, in front of others. Although, i will admit it was a little frightening to see it being so possessive.” 
“We discussed this, and i will not reiterate further, we cannot make a spectacle of our relationship. There’s no... hold on, what are you referring to when you say ‘possessive’? Do you mean the dancing?” 
You tilt your head back at him, unsure if he would have actually noticed everything before that. “Ummm... no, i kinda meant the way it wouldn’t let any strangers near me, then wouldn’t let me near the dancefloor unless i was with it. How much did you see?” 
His ears lowered back, betraying the discomfort he felt about the concept. “I was facing away from the dancefloor, my dear. I didn’t see much of anything untoward.” He leaned over, turning off the bath taps and assisting you into the pleasantly hot water. You sank in with a grateful sigh stretching out your neck and legs.  
“Fair, i guess. I’m not entirely sure everyone survived. At least two guys were dropped into oily puddles. Do they send the person elsewhere?” 
Now his ears fully flattened. “Technically yes AND no. They go into the void. At least two?!” 
You nod, lathering up the washcloth before you’re too tired to carry on. “Yeah, most of the others it just tripped up or pushed away. Then started dragging me around. I’m not sure i have a future anywhere near you if we do split before the shadow is ready.” 
He visibly cringed, considering the weight of your comment. “Perhaps we can worry about that another day. For now you’re safe enough here, and we at least have Moni’s cover to get us by for a short while longer. Hmm. Move your legs, I'm joining.” 
“My bath, my rules, you can wait.” 
He reached down into the water, unceremoniously lifting your legs as you clung to the rim of the bath, laughing and splashing at him.  
“MY bath, in MY bathroom. And as far as my shadow has made it clear, i consider this” he indicated your body by wrapping his arms around your waist, “to be very thoroughly mine as well. I will do no such waiting.” 
You bit your cheek, entertained by the playful threatening. He rested his forehead against yours, overwhelming you with the fleeting sensation of complete safety. 
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Eight: Dancing With Shadows
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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You picked through your wardrobe, pulling out multiple outfits, struggling with finding anything club-appropriate that didn’t show off the large scar on your shoulder. Depending on the lighting, it would either be invisible to the naked eye, or catch the light with an obvious pattern. Alastor snuck in, joining you in your efforts. His admirable efforts to reassure you fell flat as you showed him the scar, making him cringe in agreement. He found the green and black dress you’d worn to dinner weeks ago, recognizing the excitement his shadow felt when he saw it. He made a subtle comment asking if you’d been pestered while wearing this dress, triggering a soft blush as you tried to focus on finding a light jacket. He stroked your hips from behind, kissing up your neck, complimenting how you looked and the way you made his body feel wearing it. In fairness, it was starting to stir you from your depressive episode. 
You pulled out one of your old black shirts, trying out a look where you tied it at the front so it sat on your frame like a bolero, with rolled up sleeves and exposed cleavage. The scar was barely visible at the neckline, easy to get away with. He praised the look, undressing you with his eyes as you pushed him back, demanding a little space to finalize a night-out makeup look. 
The bar had surprisingly more high-tables dotted around the edges than booths, giving it a cocktail-bar kind of vibe, despite the thrumming nightlife. You stuck close to Charlie initially, unsure who else to really cling on to. Angel and Husk pushed Moni toward you with a wink, despite your discomfort. She puffed out her cheeks, linking her arm in yours and taking you to dance.  
You bounced along with the music, hardly feeling the rhythm or energy at all. There certainly wasn’t enough of a buzz from your single solitary drink to take the edge off. 
In a short time, maybe a song or two later, the crowd got a little heavier, the dance floor a little fuller. You and Moni keep a semi-respectful distance, adjusting when other dancers bumped into either of you or tried to dance with you. You tried to catch her hand once, feeling the sting of rejection as she immediately snatched it back, withholding a snarky response as she played it off. You got the message, giving it another song before politely heading back to the other hotel guests. Husk gave a disgruntled face, appearing unimpressed with the less-than-romantic performance. You shrugged it off, hardly having the energy to pretend otherwise. 
Charlie, Alastor and Vaggie perched on a high table with their drinks, looking every bit the snappily-dressed hotel management overseeing their band of misfits. The thought lingered in the back of your mind; you were never going to be one of them. An angel, a Princess and an Overlord. Not exactly the kind of status you’d ever imagine holding. 
Distractedly leaning against the bar, you and a couple of the other guests mill around nearby, offering tense conversation. It was hardly their scene either, though they at least tried. 
A few waving hands caught your eye; Moni and two other sinners were heading out. You watched in confusion, asking the guys near you if they knew where they were off to. One nodded, claiming they had already been planning on splitting off during the night to hit up a casino or two if they felt like it. She never looked back as she left the bar, disappearing from view. A flicker of anxiety made you wonder how bad of an idea it was to have her wandering the streets of the Pentagram when she wasn’t in her best frame of mind. 
Conversation buzzed around you as the music changed, becoming more modern and deeper in bass like you were used to from your former life. It soothed you, energized even. You met similar enthusiasm from some of the other guests, all shuffling back to the dance floor. 
After a couple of songs, you started to let your hair down a little, feeling less bothered by the pressing of bodies against you in the centre of the dancefloor. You had to push one persistent guy away, barely moving his meaty frame as he towered over you with a vile grin. You drew your claws as he moved to grab you, stunned when he suddenly sank into a black tarry pool on the floor. The guests dancing with you also stared wide-eyed in shock as the oily pool bubbled and dissipated into mist. A streak of black darted from it, spinning around your feet in rapid circling before shooting away. It took a hot minute to realize that was the damn shadow doing you a favour. 
Glancing back at Alastor, you burst out laughing at his completely distracted expression, lost in conversation at the table. He probably had no idea. 
Consistently, dancers who got too close would trip, spin on the spot, cry out or otherwise end up well away from you any time they got too close. The guests you willingly danced with were allowed, even when one held onto your hand during one of the sing-alongs. Out of sheer curiosity, you had to test out what would happen if you willingly danced with a stranger. Picking one out, a fairly harmless-looking guy with a nervous stutter and awkward smile, you gave him a suggestive look until one of his friends pushed him towards you. Laughing, you clapped and spun, making the shy demon blush as he tried to keep up with your energy.  
So far, so good; you had half a song with the guy under your belt before your eye caught the furious scowl of a shadow at your feet. Twirling to face away from your target, you stuck your tongue out at the shadow and subtly flipped it off, ignoring it as it spun angrily by your heels. As soon as the stranger’s hands grabbed your hips, darkness overtook your vision. 
Blue and green light filled your eyes, along with random facial features as you struggled to focus. Blinking, you met the three confused faces of Alastor, Vaggie and Charlie, as you now apparently stood next to them. 
Vaggie’s smile wavered as she asked what just happened. Alastor took a long sip of whisky, looking frustrated and bored. Charlie was glancing between you and where you had been on the dance floor, asking if you’d just teleported. You looked down, seeing the frowning shadow with outlines of crossed arms. You rubbed your temple, now thoroughly aware this was what every interaction was going to be like for the rest of the night. You apologized and pivoted back to the dancefloor, making it almost all the way back to the other guests before another round of the void grabbed you and dropped you right back at the table. This time Charlie laughed, having seen it happen. 
“You a-okay there? Found a secret portal you’re not telling us about?” 
You shook your head, annoyed. “I’m sure it’s something like that. If I don’t make it to the bar, can one of you guys grab me a drink?” 
Charlie nodded, laughing, watching as you made an attempt. In fairness, the shadow allowed it, though not without locking its icy fingers in yours. You sighed, struggling to get to your wallet with your non-dominant hand.  
With a fresh drink, you leaned back, resting on a bar stool and surveying the room. An invisible arm circled your waist, as cold pecks trailed up your neck. You fought to keep your face neutral, unwittingly breaking into a smile as it kissed you on the nose. 
You debated heading back, just about giving up on anything fun happening for the rest of the night. At least if you left now, you could catch up on some dearly missed sleep. 
From your perch, you could see Angel and Husk having a dance, looking genuinely happy. Husk’s normal moody scowl lit up with laughter as he sang along, while Angel was his dramatic self. You felt the brush of fingers over your cheek where your smile made it crease, making you shiver with the chill. You looked down at the two-dimensional face, now looking far happier with you behaving as it wished. It tilted its head, eye holes angling slightly as if looking to the dancefloor. You gave it a warning glare, trying to shake your head as minimally as possible. It frowned, letting your waist go to hold its hands up in prayer. 
You looked away, refusing by avoidance, yelping as it grabbed your forearm and dragged you off the stool anyway. You managed to swipe your drink, finishing it as you’re unceremoniously pulled. The journey took you past the manager’s table, at which you tried to negotiate with the shadow by trying to join the conversation. It still tugged, but less harshly. You had no idea what they were even talking about, throwing a fake smile and making a vaguely relevant comment to contribute to their discussion. Resting your forearm on the table, you tried to be as subtle as possible about clinging on, grateful the tables were screwed in place. You leaned on your other arm, trying to hide your claws digging into the table as the shadow wrapped its arms around your hips and started pulling that way. Your words jumbled into gritted teeth as you clutched the table, slowly sliding away as the shadow yanked and tugged. Giving up on subtlety, you glared at Alastor, who’s amused smirk hid behind his sips of whisky. You dug your claws into the counter, losing ground as you left long, deep gouges in the table. Charlie and Vaggie looked baffled as you ran out of table to claw, unceremoniously slipping and yanking upright by invisible hands.  
You crossed your arms and locked your feet, heels slowly sliding across the floor as you’re dragged. You glare over your shoulder at Alastor, who’s now laughing at you. 
Admittedly, it was pretty funny. Especially some of the looks you got as your unmoving feet vaguely slid as you neared the left wall. The shadow brought you to a small area where one of the lights angled enough to create a clear silhouette of your shadow. You stared at it, raising your eyebrows as it grinned, beaming a wicked smile at you. The shadow offered a hand for you to take; knowing full well by now this wasn’t optional, you lined up your own shadow to catch his hand, feeling the pressure of cool skin meeting yours.  
You tried to keep your hand subtly by your side, looking as if you were just dancing alone, though both the shadow and the music had other ideas. As the pace shifted, becoming a more excitable dance track, the face lit up with glee. Unable to see its feet, you had to make up your own steps and rhythm as it swing and spun you, waving your arms strangely in the air as it flourished and swirled against the wall. It caught you by the waist, temporarily making you forget no one else really knew it was there as you threw your arms around its shoulders and dipped low.  
A few other dancers made space as they stared, fascinated by the near-impossible dips and swings you were pulling. The shadow lifted you by the thigh, hovering you a foot in the air as you rested your knee at its hip, giggling into its invisible neck. You caught a tiny flicker of darkness become visible just for a second as you dropped back to the ground. “Let’s see how you like being pulled out of place, little shadow. HAH!” 
You dig your claws into its neck and throw yourself back, wrenching it into physical manifestation. The pitch-black shadow form with tall deer ears and vibrant red eyes beamed back at you with glistening charcoal teeth. “That’s better. Dance with me, my love!” 
It leaned in close, nose to nose with you as the song ended and another began. You hardly paid attention to the space you were suddenly given as fearful customers cleared the way. You wrapped an arm around its waist, fingers knotting in his dark hair as you found an easy step now he was visible. This time when he dipped you low and kissed your throat, the pose made much more sense to the onlookers.  
Laughing and holding on, the world felt a million miles away as you held your shadow close. His hands stroked up your back, gently scratching with claws as you shuddered, growling quietly into his shoulder. 
You were disturbed by a tap on your shoulder, the furious red eyes of the actual Radio Demon glaring down at you.  
“What the HELL do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea how many people are witnessing this? Put it DOWN.” 
You immediately pull your arms back, though the shadow stays firm in holding you. A strange moment of a tense stand-off occurs between Alastor and the physical manifestation of his shadow, thankfully less violent than in the glade this time. Charlie appears behind Alastor a second later, pulling on his arm to break the confrontation. He snarled at her, ordering her to back off.  
You looked up at Alastor, real fear curling in your gut at his wrathful expression. “I can’t stop it. I have no control over it, you know that. Why aren’t you recalling it?” 
He glared at you, lip curling into a snarl over a terrifyingly fake grin. “I. Can’t.” 
You pause, heart stuttering. “Why?” 
Quietly, he leaned in closer, speaking through gritted teeth. “Because the second i do that, it’s obvious that the shadow belongs to me, making you a target. Plus, it’ll take quite the spectacle of sorcery to recall such a strong manifestation. For all of our sakes, ESPECIALLY your own, convince the thing to go back to the wall, or floor, or wherever the fuck it wants to be, out of sight.” 
He pivoted, stomping back towards the table, shoulders rigid with anger. You nervously look at Charlie, who seemed torn between following Alastor and staring wide-eyed at the shadow. “What... is that?” 
She raised an arm, about to touch its chest when it bared its teeth, a snarl on its lips unmitigated by the fake smiles Alastor himself gives. She snatched her hand back, pupils narrowing. She took a step backwards, fearful at the expression. You distract the shadow, tugging at its jacket lapel and making it look back to you. It tears its glowing eyes away from her, fixing its concern on you, tilting its head in a silent question. You offer it a reassuring smile, reaching up to stroke its cheek. It turned to kiss your hand before hugging you close, enveloping you in smoky wisps before disappearing. Your arms fell where they no longer rested against physical form, leaving you with a strangely lonely sensation. 
You meet Charlie’s eyes, her face a blend of horror and confusion. You stepped to get close, talking into her ear to be heard over the music, but quiet enough to not be overheard. “It’s complicated. I’ll explain later. I just need to survive tonight, okay? I’m pretty much stuck here until we all leave. Then we can talk.” 
“Is that thing... is that what teleported you? What was dragging you from the table?!” 
“Yup. It literally has a mind of its own. Like i said, we’ll talk when we get back. Mind if i stick with you? I’m pretty sure I'm not going to be allowed to dance for the rest of the night without... it.” 
She nodded, an edge of disgust to her expression now. She hesitantly looped her arm in yours, shaking her head as she led you back to the table. 
Climbing onto one of the high seats, both you and Alastor avoid looking at each other, while you busy yourself folding a napkin as tiny as possible. Charlie’s whispering with Vaggie, Husk and Angel are a couple metres away, and a few hotel guests are still milling on the dancefloor. Hopefully with the spoiled undertone of the night, you’d be able to go home soon. 
Your left ankle tugged to the ground, half pulling you into a stand as your legs parted. One ass cheek on the stool, you cringed into your fist as a slow stroke caressed from ankle to inner thigh.  
Clearing your throat, you tensed every muscle you could in order to restrain yourself from moving. “Alastor. I think i need to go home soon.” 
He barely side-eyed you, still angry.  
You give him a pointed look, raising your brows, resting your elbows on the table to use both hands to hide your mouth. The shockingly glacial tongue grazed at your parted thighs, curling up sensually slowly into your underwear, teasing just at the very brink of your entrance. 
In a slightly higher pitch, you repeat, “I’m not kidding here, please do you mind helping me get home soon.” 
He looked away, uninterested. You grab his sleeve as the tongue invades, fighting to keep your expression neutral as his head spun to you with a furious glare. Holding your breath, you force yourself to hold his gaze, cheeks twitching as the tongue sank deeper, twirling and stroking you from the inside. Just a fraction of hesitation flickered in Alastor’s expression as he noted your insistence, peeling your hand from his sleeve. You bring it back to your mouth, staring blankly into the distance. A shiver passes through you as the shadow withdrew, caressing the tip of its tongue to your clit, tugging your panties aside when they got in the way. You cough out a shaky breath, fighting to claim air as calmly as possible. You had Alastor’s attention now, seemingly clocking on to the situation. He smirked, slowly sipping whisky as he watched your tightly controlled expression. 
“And why should i do that? After you caused so much of an issue already.” 
Fighting to speak through shallow breaths; “because I'm asking nicely, while i still have a little dignity. Please.” 
He rested his head on his hand, toying with the glass as he watched you. “Hmmm. I think i may order yet another drink. I wouldn’t want to end the night prematurely.” 
A tiny whine escaped your pressed-together lips as the shadow’s hands gripped your hips, compounding the sensations with the threat of power over you. Your eye twitched, vision losing focus as it alternated between penetrating you and teasing your slit with its saliva-soaked tongue. “If the... hmm.” 
“If the what, dear? Speak up.” 
You refocus your eyes on him, glaring. “Home. Please.” 
Your left hand slammed to the table, clutching the edge as the shadow nipped your clit, electrifying everything down below. Over-sensitized and losing the battle, you bite into your knuckle, leaning a little more weight on the table as your legs began to shake. 
His eyes lit up with malicious intent. Relishing in your struggle, he finished his whisky and asked Charlie to grab him another while he kept a close eye on you. She agreed, leading Vaggie to the bar to continue their talk. 
With fewer people around to listen, he leaned just a little closer, keeping his voice low. “Are you struggling, dear? Facing the consequences of your own actions, perhaps?” 
You shook your head, unsure if you could even answer. The pace picked up, orally fucking you under the table in rough strokes. You pressed your fist over your mouth, pinning your lips shut, trying to disguise it as just looking bored. No doubt failing, but you tried at least. 
Holding on to the edge of the table, you tensed your pelvic floor as hard as you could, tightening forcefully around the invading shadow. The tension sent your body spiralling, igniting with pleasure right there on the barstool; at your own whim, not just the shadow’s. Looking into Alastor’s eyes, your jaw clenched and breathing became shallow hyperventilation through your nose, barely holding his gaze as you came. You fought to refrain from making noise, allowing your leg to jitter on the stool as your only means of coping with the spasming waves of muscle still currently gripping his shadow’s tongue. Its mouth withdrew; your eyes blinked rapidly and torso jolted forward from the sudden change.  
Of course, that was when Charlie made it back with fresh drinks. She handed one to you, which you barely even managed to reach for, resting your hand around the glass base on the table as dying waves of pleasure lapped at your senses. You thanked her with a quick bow of your head and a meagre ‘hmmm’. 
Alastor looked pleased, all prior foul mood gone.  
You eased back onto the stool, clenching your thighs together as the pooling slick tried to escape. Gradually you became more aware of your surroundings, noticing the change in song around you.  
Vaggie tried talking to you, waving her hand to regain your attention from the dissociation. “Hello? You there? I asked you a question.” 
You cleared your throat, swallowing thick saliva before answering “sorry, yes?” 
“Yes what? I asked if you knew where Moni went.” 
Your mind went totally blank, barely even registering her name. “Umm, Moni, no. I saw her leave earlier. She didn’t say. She was with the other two... oh hang on, casinos I think?" 
With a concerned expression she asked “which casinos specifically?” 
A tiny bit of exasperation entered your voice. “How am i supposed to know? I’ve been here the whole time?” 
“She’s your girlfriend. I assumed she’d at least give you the heads up.” 
Your stomach dropped as you remembered the lie. “Ah, uh, yeah. I don’t... i don’t really control her like that, you know?” Pointedly side-eyeing Alastor this time, you carry on; “She can go where she wants, do as she pleases.”  
Vaggie sighed, frustrated. “Fine. Whatever. Me and Charlie are gonna head out and look for her. You guys stay if you want, keep an eye on the guests.” 
“Wait, why are you going after her? She’s with other sinners, and I'm sure she won’t have gotten into too much trouble now she’s pretty sober?” 
Vaggie and Charlie exchanged a loaded glance. Vaggie responded, “it’s... complicated. We won’t be long, i promise she’ll be fine. You good, Al?” 
His inquisitive expression met hers, “of course dear, I'm having an excellent time. Though i too am slightly perplexed. Where are-” 
Charlie cut him off, dragging Vaggie out of the bar in a sudden rush while waving behind at you both. 
Confused, you look to each other. “Any idea what that was about?” 
He shook his head. “Far from it. I imagine they are simply overthinking things. Now, perhaps you would mind getting yourself safely home, if i keep our mutual problem in check?” 
Mistrust crossed your mind. “And why would you do that now? After all that?” 
“Because i feel you have earned it. That was quite the impressive level of control. Would you rather stay?” 
“No!” 
He chuckled, taking a further sip. “well then, you’d better go flag down a taxi while i go speak to Husk and Angel about watching over the stragglers.” 
At that, he turned, carrying his drink as he sought out the other Hazbin staff. You carefully placed your feet, balancing in the heels with mildly jellified legs.  
You managed to hail a taxi that was willing to wait a few minutes. At the sight of Alastor leaving the bar, you opened the passenger door and scooted over to the furthest seat. He took the ride with a smirk and politely folded his hands on his lap. On the back of the driver’s seat, you made out the silhouette of an excited face and a little hand waving at you. The glee amused you, stifling a smile. 
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Seven: Now We're Even
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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You waited awkwardly in the room, watching the minutes pass into an hour with still no knock or anything. You decided to peek out the room, confused by the empty corridor. 
Walking hesitantly downstairs, you pondered the strange interaction, almost questioning if it really happened. 
In the lobby, Charlie gave you a raised brow and a smile as she noticed you, still chatting with Husk at the bar. You blinked, wondering why she was so... chill? 
You wandered over to the sofas, sitting blankly in the corner seat and pulling out your phone to scroll while you worked out what was going on. You jumped as the back of the sofa dipped from someone leaning on it; looking up, Angel’s dirty grin leered down at you.  
“Sooooo... i heard the rumour.” 
Your heart fell into your boots as you stared back at him, mouth dry as bone. “Hmm?” 
“You and Moooooni. It’s cute. You should go public. Take her dancing.” He winked, looking nothing short of smarmy as he sashayed off. 
In disbelief, you threw your arm over the back of the sofa, staring at Angel. Why was this only getting weirder?  
Turning back to the table, you process his words, the realization setting in. Moni probably lied for you. 
Trying to keep as calm and casual as possible, you pick up one of the magazines and pretend to take it to read upstairs, despite have only just come down. Trotting up the stairs, you head to the right, darting to Moni’s room, heart in your throat. 
God, it had been so fucking long since you knocked on this door. You never even really used to knock; it was always just unlocked for you. Steeling yourself, you rapped a few times on the wood, hearing a hasty “hold on!” from inside. 
Footsteps shuffled, followed by the door barely peeking open, Moni’s tired face greeting you. “H-hey, baby, I'm just a little busy right now. Mind grabbing me a coffee?” 
You blinked, even further perplexed. “Moni, what-” 
She jumped out the door, grabbing your face and kissing you. In shock, you grab her waist, having no idea whether to push her off or stay frozen. She backs up, releasing you and smacking your ass, demanding a coffee before slamming the door. 
This was definitely a dream. Some sort of convoluted, mixed up hallucination. You were probably still in Alastor’s bed right now, dozing.  
The evidence seemed strongly contrasted by the startled red eyes across the corridor, staring in equivalent shock to your own. You minutely hold your hands out in a ‘i don’t fucking know’ gesture, slowly breaking out of the freeze to amble down to apparently make Moni a coffee. You forgot to blink, only really noticing when your eyes stung from drying out.  
The kettle whistled and bubbled, dragging your attention back to the present. Alastor was outside the kitchen, talking to Husk and Angel, who were hopefully filling him in on whatever the fuck they thought was going on. You made the coffee, two of them, and made your way back towards Moni’s room. Vaggie passed you on the stairs, giving you a sly smirk as if she knew your secrets. You politely smile back, feeling your eyes far too wide for the casual passing.  
Moni let you in, sighing heavily and shutting the door much quieter this time. 
You silently placed the coffee on her bedside cabinet, hovering until she patted the bed, still looking away. 
The two of you ignored the hot drinks, allowing the awkward stretch of time to pass before one of you spoke up. 
Releasing your tongue from between your teeth, you braced yourself to start the conversation. 
“So.... me and Moni, huh?” 
She didn’t respond for a minute, chewing her cheek. She gave a quiet ‘mmmhmm’ and left it at that. 
“Did you, uh... take the fall for me? Is that why they’re all acting real weird and suggestive about... this?” 
She shrugged, eyes locked on the carpet. 
Your throat felt thick with bile and your eyes stung, prickling with threatened tears. “You did. You knew damn well how much trouble I'd be in... i can’t believe you did that for me. Thank-” 
She glared back at you, cutting you off with a biting tone. “I didn’t do it just for you. I did it because now, we’re even. You helped get me out of Caletto’s fix, i helped get you out of being caught fucking the hotel manager. You have any idea the conversation i just had with Vaggie? She’s scared for me. Worried for my wellbeing. I had to try and play off the torn sheets and fucked up bedframe on a kink session gone wrong. Which, for all i fucking know, is absolutely true. I don’t even know how you survived sex like that, if that’s really what happened. I don’t even know you anymore.” 
You shuddered, crushed under the weight of her very cold, very honest words. “I can explain, if it helps-” 
“It won’t. I’ll cover for you until you have your room fixed, then we’re going to go through a ‘rough patch’, followed by a break-up. No obvious drama, no crying bullshit. Just play along, and you get to keep your little Overlord fantasy until either he kills you or you become just as bad as he is.” 
“Moni, please, he’s not like that, not with me. The shadow, it’s changing him. I-” 
“Fuck off. Please. I can’t be mixed up in this. I actually want to get better. I deserve it. You told me that, a long time ago.” 
“For fuck’s sake, stop interrupting and hear me out. Two minutes. That’s all. Please?” 
She glared, waiting. 
“I’m not denying he’s a psychopath, and beyond any level of crazy I've ever met. But he’s only just tapping into the part of him that has emotions, feelings, that cares about anything. He’s learning. Every night, he holds me to sleep. We haven’t had sex since we ruined the bed, it’s pretty much just... i don’t know, companionship? Cohabiting? With... benefits, yes, but overall he’s so much more human when he allows it. You only see the psycho side because he separates from the shadow while he’s in public. You know me, Moni. For all the dumb shit i do, am i not exactly the person to walk away when I'm unhappy? Have i not done that multiple times, for multiple situations, since you first met me?” 
Her scowl faltered a little, giving you a tiny crack of hope. “You were never up against this shit before. I’ve never seen you like this.” 
“Like what, Moni? Say it.” 
Under the anger and the hatred, a glimmer of pain flashed in her eyes. “In love.” 
You felt your heart ache, the words resounding so loud despite being said so quietly. 
 “That’s the whole point, girl. I really, really like the sweet, flirty, fun side of him. It’s like it’s his soul, that’s been ripped from him for so long that he’s just gotten used to living without it. I’m not Bob the fucking builder; I'm not trying to fix him. But i do... i love the shadow. I love that part of him. The rest of him is just catching up after getting caught up in-between.” 
She shook her head, eyes starting to glisten. “He’s terrifying, though. I really honestly thought he was going to come after me. I had nightmares for days after that. I didn’t even... what was it? Did i hurt you?” 
“Moni, God I'm so sorry. I’d never let him, even if i had to get Charlie to kick his ass, he’d never lay a finger on you, i swear. It was... well, a lovebite I'd not long received, still a little sore at the time. You just got me good, right on top of it.” You half-smile, easing a little tension. 
“Pfft. Some lovebite. I saw the way you flinched. The high collars, too. I knew that wasn’t like you. And besides, he HAS laid a finger on me. He threw my hand off you, remember? Back when it was just his ‘sweet little shadow’ and you?” 
Your eyes lose focus as you recall the incident, realizing she’s right. “But he didn’t hurt you, right? He just moved your hand.” 
“Threw, babe. Threw.” 
“I’m sorry. On his behalf and mine, i really am.” 
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to get tied up in all this. You're not just playing with fire here chick, you’re dousing yourself in gasoline. I’m not going down with you.” 
You swallowed, losing the battle against the pain swelling in your chest. “I don’t expect you to. I just wanted... i wanted you back in my afterlife, Moni. I missed you.” 
You heard the unsteady sigh, riddled with devastation. She seemed well and truly resigned to letting you go. 
“Moni... i really appreciate this. Seriously. Thank you for buying me more time to get my head on straight. Even if you can’t... forgive me, or accept him, I'll miss you, and... well, I'll be there if i can. If I'm ever of any use, just give me a heads up, okay?” 
She swallowed, giving a tense nod before sipping her coffee. Sensing she was done with your talk, you forced yourself to a stand, crossing over to the bedroom door with the heaviness of unshed tears. You held on to the door handle for a few seconds, regret like thorns curling around your chest. For Moni’s sake, you opened the door and quietly made your way back to your old room. 
Stepping inside, really seeing the carnage for what it was, agony overwhelmed you. She was right, in pretty much every sense. This was insane. Suicidal even. But you couldn’t stop. Not now .  
You backed up against the wall, sliding down to the plush carpet, staring blankly at the ruined bedframe. Hot tears finally pooled and spilt, running thick and fast down your cheeks, grieving the ruined friendship. 
Charlie barged in half an hour later, right as you were trying to clean yourself up. She startled, asking what you were doing in here. You made excuses that you just needed some of your things, since your wardrobe was still in here. Your puffy face gave you away with no chance of hiding your upset; ignoring your claims, she came over and hugged you tight. 
Rubbing your back, she brought on a fresh round of your tears, holding you close as you broke down. She held you until you settled into sniffles, offering you a tissue. You wiped away some of the mess, a mild headache coming on.  
She rubbed your arm, asking if you wanted to pick out a new bedframe, or if you had other sleeping arrangements to work out. She seemed hesitant about the latter question, noting your obvious distress. You shrugged it off, just asking for anything functional so you could stay here if needed. She accepted that well enough, jotting down a list of things she’d need to replace, which was essentially the entire bed and everything on it. You apologized profusely; to which she laughed, claiming this wasn’t the first time a guest in the Hazbin Hotel had destroyed furniture, and it wouldn’t be the last. You offered a timid smile, thanking her for all the kindness. She gave you a final hug and left you to it, reassuring that she was there if you needed. 
Unsure what to do about sleeping, you texted Moni a line;  
Am i at yours tonight? 
You knew she’d understand, still playing the part of being your apparent girlfriend for the time being. She replied shortly after. 
Need space. 
You replied with a heart emoji, feeling your real one twisting and wrenching in your chest cavity. 
You took your time, not leaving your old room until well after everyone went to bed, only going downstairs to grab a bite and tuck in on the sofa, not wanting to face Alastor yet. 
He woke you some time in the early morning, softly stroking your cheek. Disoriented, your mind wandered back to how his shadow woke you like this, once. Focusing your eyes on his crimson irises, your heart aches all over again, making your face crumple. You throw your arm over your face, rolling away so he didn’t have to see this.  
In a hushed tone, he pleaded for you to tell him what was wrong. You managed to stutter out that you were apparently going through a break-up. He tried to turn you towards him, releasing your arm when you tugged it back.  
He sat beside the sofa, just waiting for you. It only made you feel worse, clutching at the blanket like it was a lifeline or a precious shield against reality. 
You didn’t fight when he angled over the sofa, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You didn’t push him off when his knee moved over yours, hovering above you as you cried. And you certainly didn’t stop him when he shuffled in the little gap between you and the backrest, tucking you into his chest and softly humming a tune in your ear as you drifted into a restless sleep. 
A short while later, your gravity shifted and body jostled as the Radio Demon carried you tightly in his arms back to his bed, keeping your secret for another night. 
You awoke properly the next day with a pounding headache. He was next to you, concern etched on his face, ear twitching when he saw you rubbing your temples. In a flash he was out of bed, back with painkillers and water before you’d even sat up. 
You took them, feeling the emotional hangover like a bitch. 
“Angel informed me of your... relationship. How very noble of her. I... misjudged her.” 
You nodded meekly. There wasn’t anything else to say. 
“Do you need time to yourself? I couldn’t leave you in such a poor state on the sofa. It felt utterly wrong. I fear the shadow would have eaten me alive if I'd dared to. You look a little steadier now though, so...?” 
You sighed, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know. Whatever works in the long run, i guess. I don’t want Moni’s noble deed to go for naught.” 
From your periphery, you noticed his eyebrows furrow. “The ‘long run’? Is that what you wish to describe as a more enduring form of affair between us?” 
You cringed, regretting the wording already. “Forget it, really. Don’t make me go through two fucking break-ups in one twenty-four-hour period. Thanks for carrying me upstairs. It was kind of you.” 
His head tilted, a pang of guilt and sorrow in his eyes. “i don’t know what you are expecting of me, ma chérie. I’m a serial killer, a monster. I don’t do roses and romance. Once the shadow gets under control, or loses interest, I'll be my frightful, feral, unhinged self. You won’t survive someone like me.” 
“Yeah, yeah, i get it. I know. It’s not like i was asking for forever. Maybe a little longer, while things are less chaotic with the hotel and Heaven and everything, since you have a little spare time to share. Then sure, ditch me, disappear, cut me off, however you wanna do it, have at it. But since doing this has just nosedived my closest friendship, I'd appreciate you holding off for at least a day or two, please. Maybe even until the new bed comes. It’s on order now apparently.” 
He shook his head, pulling you into his lap, meeting no resistance from you. 
“My darling, my silly, beautiful little sinner. I’m not ready for that yet either. My shadow side isn’t, anyway. I’m certain the psychopath in me would delight in being free from these infernal emotions. Yet, for now, you’re unfortunately stuck with me. We just have to keep this as close to a secret as possible. You do understand this is for your safety? If word got out that i had a vulnerability such as you, you’d be instantly targeted by some of the most vicious hunters and Overlords in the Pentagram. You’re not nearly powerful enough to defend yourself, and i don’t need to keep checking over my shoulder to ensure you’re alive. The distraction may well get me killed. I’m sorry for caging you, however it truly is the only way to survive a tryst like this.” 
You nodded against his chest, already aware of the logic, yet still pained from hearing it said out loud. 
He ran his claws gently through your hair, just as the shadow used to, easing some of your anxieties. Your fight or flight simmered down to mild dread, leaving you very aware of how incredibly hungry you were. 
“I’m absolutely starving. What time is it?” 
“Now? It’s almost eight AM, breakfast will be served soon. Would you like me to grab you something?” 
“No thank you, i just need a few minutes, some foundation and my dignity. Won’t be long.” 
You fixed up your face, still a bit puffy, but passable for public. You made your way down separate to Alastor, avoiding any and all eye contact with any of the other demons. 
At breakfast, you ate slowly, filling yourself with substantial carbs and fruits as the table chattered around you. Moni sat down the far end, though you did your very best not to look at her. 
One conversation caught your attention; the plan for tonight’s activity was going to be outside of the Hazbin Hotel, a trip out to test how well some of the guests cope around their weaknesses; drugs and alcohol. It wasn’t about remaining completely sober, but having that temptation to go overboard and deciding to keep a level head was the goal. They even insisted Husk and Alastor joined, reiterating how necessary it would be to have as many of the staff there as possible to keep things safe. Your hopes to have a nice quiet evening in with Alastor dashed as he agreed, commenting on the excellent idea. You stared blankly, silently sighing before continuing with the pastry in your hand. 
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Six: Barely-Concealed Secrets
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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There wasn’t much you could really do about the bed; it was well and truly fucked. Six slats were completely broken, one jagged leg rolled uselessly across from where it was meant to stand, part of the over-head bed post was hanging, and various splintered cracks adorned much of the remaining frame. 
“Honestly, I'm kind of impressed.” 
“Yes, i imagine so, though Charlotte may be less than thrilled. I would dare say Vaggie even less so.” 
“Yeah... let’s leave this problem for another day, shall we?” 
His eager grin met your suggestive expression; “And what do you propose we do instead? If we move to mine, would we not just end up with two broken pieces of furniture?” 
“I guess that depends, maybe we try out a few different positions, a few different places, maybe something that won’t be so... expensive in the aftermath?” 
“My feral darling, i do fear the day you come to your senses and run. I stand near no chance of surviving this incessant desire without you to temper it.” 
Your breathing hitched as you caught the carnal gaze, temptation simmering in your chest. “That sounds an awful lot like we have another bed to ruin pretty soon, Alastor. Do i at least have time to grab a snack? I really don’t want to pass out.” 
He swept you up in his arms, growling into your ear and nibbling the lobe. “Of course my dear, we shall feed you. Besides, i too am rather tired and hungry. I’d imagine we both need to show our faces downstairs at some point, though i am rather dreading it. Perhaps that gag you bought will be more necessary for you than me.” 
“I DID buy that one for me. The leather strip was for you. Though that was more for you to have something to chomp on instead of my neck, please and thank you.” 
“I should have to agree to that, given my less than stellar record of self-control. Speaking thereof, how is your shoulder healing?” 
You shifted the robe down, exposing the fading teeth marks. “It wasn’t even that bad, to be honest. Like i said, it just took me by surprise.” 
He stroked the marks apologetically until you pulled the robe up, distracting him with a flirty smile. He responded with a claw tilting your chin up, hovering just over your lips in sweet anticipation before granting you a deep kiss. 
Regaining composure, Alastor cracks his neck, stretches out and looks around, vaguely pleased. You pick out a blouse that covers the marks while hugging your curves, matching it with the jeans that now act as a talisman against invasive shadows. 
Ignoring the destroyed bed, you both leave the room, heading downstairs together as though there wasn’t a ringing soreness between your thighs nor excitement swirling in your belly. He caught your smile, raising a brow as you descended the stairs. 
You were pretty distracted as you meandered to the kitchen, not speaking, but very aware of Alastor’s presence.  
He offered to prepare something of a brunch, with a mix of fried and toasted goods; your stomach audibly growled as you cringed, embarrassed, making him laugh as he pulled out the ingredients.  
He declined all offers to help and kept his shadow within to prevent any further under-the-kitchen-counter harassment. Feeling rather pampered, you crossed your arms on the counter and rested your head on them, watching him with amusement as he sang along to a tune you hadn’t heard before. 
You were halfway through food when someone finally interrupted; Angel wandered in, initially not processing the scene, doing a double take when he saw the two identical plates and the two of you sat next to each other. Startled, he stopped and stared, eyebrows up in his hairline.  
“What’s this? You on a date, Al?” 
He snorted. “Hardly. Is this what you’d consider romance? Your standard is pitifully low, poor fellow.” 
“Hey, i ain’t been on a proper date in years. I skip to the good bits. As if you’d ever know what that’s like.” 
Angel smirked as he wandered over to the fridge, drinking juice from the carton as he threw a sandwich together. You anxiously looked to Alastor, wondering if he was going to respond. Only a slight twitch of his brow answered you as he continued to eat. 
Not having any sense of privacy, Angel leaned against the counter across from you, starting to ramble on about dating culture nowadays and how boring it was to sit through a dinner with lame ass conversation just to get to the same dick-sucking. You laughed at that, dismissing the idea of a dinner date simply because of how tense the conversation can be. 
“You gotta do an activity, something you can have as both a distraction and as a talking point. Hiking is great, if you know you’re not going to be murdered. Art, sure, if you have the patience and the right kind of relationship. Sports, always fun, unless you’re competitive or actually hate exercise... dancing doesn’t really count, that’s more of a collaborative exercise. Sex with extra steps. Do NOT do a wine-tasting date, that shit will have you sending ‘you up’ texts at four PM to your old driving instructor.” 
Angel doubled over chortling, agreeing with the sentiment while Alastor made a politely disgusted face. 
“Ahhh doll, been there, done that, many times over. I do like the ‘sex with extra steps’ thing though. Always fun hitting up the club before a big night.” 
This time Alastor interjected with his own curious expression. “I presume you mean the form of bouncing on the spot with no meaningful interaction beyond uncomfortable staring and overpriced drinks. I believe she’s referring to actual dancing, in a bar or venue which accommodates the more tasteful music. Am i wrong?” 
Your heart skips as you unintentionally meet his eyes, swallowing the rush of saliva as you fought to think straight. Your cheeks flamed hotter yet as you realized you’d entirely forgotten your faithful makeup to hide your damn blushes. “i don’t know, maybe i guess, it’s been a while.” You look down at your food, embarrassed by the stain in your cheeks. 
“Daaamn, that’s quite the colour you’ve turned doll. Hey Al, looks like someone’s down your alley, if you get what i mean? Eh? EH?”  
The awkward winks and elbow gestures only make you cringe more, trying to hide some of your face behind your hair as you chew. 
“Behave, Angel. Please take your nonsense elsewhere while we finish eating.” 
“Ah, you’re no fun. What is this anyway? Looks good!” He swipes a piece of toast from your plate, earning a snarl from Alastor. Angel froze, shocked by the sudden hostility. You kicked Alastor under the counter, glaring at him. He tore his eyes away from Angel, sighing and looking away while tightly clenching his fist below the counter.  
You mouth a quick ‘sorry’ to Angel, who only looks more puzzled.  
“Tetchy, damn. Alright toots, it’s your funeral if you wanna hang around with this bag of crazy.” 
You flip him off as he left the kitchen, catching a hint of wariness in his eyes. 
You shake your head, bemused by the interaction. “What the Hell was that? You looked like you were going to murder him right there and then? What kind of self-control do you think you ever had?” 
He scowled under a false smile, hand possessively spreading over your thigh as you twitched. “He disrespected you, and i am far from accommodating to such insults. If i have to learn a little self-control despite these unfathomably untameable desires, then i can assure you, the likes of him will need to learn some too.” 
“‘Unfathomably untameable’, now that’s something for the books. You have a romantic in you yet, Radio Demon.” 
He grinned, leaning in closer, hand gripping just a little tighter as your breathing hitched. His ear flickered before immediately sitting upright, acting entirely unbothered while your flustered ass tried to comprehend your own existence. The tap of footsteps caught your attention barely a second before a sinner walked in, fear flashing in their face before they cautiously crept to the cupboard, grabbed what they needed, and swiftly left. 
Your amusement was violently interrupted with fingers knotting in your hair and dragging you to his lips, invading your mouth with his tongue and running his hand up your inner thigh. You gasp against him, dropping the fork with a clatter and grabbing his wrist with both hands, far too sore for this. Yet, despite your initial resistance, you released his arm and grabbed his jacket lapels instead. He halted the kiss with a feral grin, swiping a lick across your lips before resuming his food.  
Hyperventilating and dizzy, you shakily rest your hands on the table, staring blankly into space. Under your breath, you whisper a raspy “ what the fuck” , much to his amusement. 
You finish most of the food in a daze, slightly on edge in case of any further sensual assaults, almost disappointed when there wasn’t. You got up to help clean, a little unsteady on your feet while washing up. 
You moved into his room with the bare minimum supplies, feeling comfortable and dozy in the dim Bayou lighting while he read, absent mindedly stroking your back. You played along with attending meals over the next few days as if nothing untoward was going on, still utterly lost for how to go about replacing the bed. Alastor split from his shadow when public appearances mattered, including during redemption activities and games. He held back from seducing you, seeming satisfied to rile you up and let you simmer every so often. It gave you the chance to recover, and build up yet more excitement for the ideas you had in mind for him. 
Vaggie seemed placated with the distance between you in public, no longer giving you suspicious looks after a few days of good behaviour. No one actually brought up the scream and breaking bed, though the two of you had no idea how no one seemed to have heard it. 
What bothered you the most was the distance growing between you and Moni. You fretted over it to Alastor, who held cautious resentment over her for warning you away from him.  
“Perhaps it’s better off this way, dear. She can focus on her own redemption, rather than having to chase after your reckless decisions. Isn’t that what your apology was specifically about during the task?” 
You nodded, conflicted. “I know, but still. I miss her. I don’t even know how to fix things. I know she... knows about us, to some extent, but i don’t want to let this go if it’s something she can’t get past. In the nicest way, i don’t think it’s her business.” 
“Quite rightfully so. As it is, i do require quite a hefty fraction of your time. I’m certain things would only complicate if you were to try to split your attention between the two of us.” 
You breathily laughed, caught up in the teeth grazing your neck as he spoke. “At some point you’re going to go back to terrorizing other people, maybe an Overlord or something. At which point it’ll be me who’s pathetic and needy. What then? You’ll have me locked in your room, pacing the Bayou like a pet?” 
He shifted to mockingly glare down at you. “I certainly hope you didn’t just ascribe those offensive descriptors to me by implication alone.” 
“And i hope you didn’t just artfully dodge my question.” 
His smirk was answer enough, though he attempted to distract you with less than decent means. Pushing him away from your swollen lips, you gave him a fierce squint, warning him to back off from the incessant teasing. He gave an amused hum before settling back into your chest, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. 
Sinking into your own doze, you allowed your head to roll back against the headboard; the peace and quiet disturbed only by the gentle sounds of the Bayou.  
Your phone buzzed, waking you with a startle as it rang. On the screen, Charlie’s ID came up, causing panic to rise. You answer, scrambling upright with a quick “hello?” as Alastor hopped back groggily onto all fours, ears floppy from sleep. 
“Oh my God, you’re okay! Where are you?!” 
“Uhhh... i’m... out. Why? Is everything okay?” 
“That’s what i want to know. I came to check on you since you didn’t come down for lunch, and... i don’t even know how or why, but... what the fuck happened to the bed?!” 
You burst out laughing, realizing the concerns. You were so used to ignoring it when you went in to grab clothes, it hardly bothered you anymore. 
“It took a little damage. I was planning on replacing it, i just haven’t found a way to sneak an entire double bed through the lobby unseen. Just bear with me, i promise I'll get around to it!” 
She paused on the other end of the phone. With suspicion in her voice, she asked; “... alright, so where are you sleeping?” 
Shit. Hadn’t thought of an excuse that far ahead. “Ah, you know, elsewhere, while my bed’s, um, decommissioned. Now you mention it, I'll see if i can order one today!” 
“Oh no you don’t, whe-” 
You hung up, panicking. Alastor chuckled, an eyebrow raised at your stupidity. 
“And how do you plan on resolving this one, my darling? Hmmm?” 
“Shut it, I'm thinking. I can’t exactly pretend I'm out of the hotel, too many people have seen me go upstairs to bed. Maybe you could sneak me a spare key to one of the unused rooms down this corridor? Surely there has to be SOME benefit to sleeping with the hotelier.” 
“How very crude. But yes, i may be able to obtain such a thing. I suggest you grab a few essentials to at least pretend you have been staying elsewhere.” 
He stood beside the bed and stretched, exposing his tanned belly under the bedclothes for just long enough for you to dive for it and plant a kiss. He grabbed your chin, preventing any further assault, though his hips bucked for just a second as he looked down at you on all fours in front of his groin. You realized the indecent position he held you in just before he let you go and darted to his wardrobe, grabbing his suit before you could get any ideas. 
Flying off in shadow to grab a spare room key, he left you alone and now wanting in his room. Swallowing back the excitement, you pottered around, collecting a few of your necessities and comfort items, plus a few stray clothes to litter around the new room. Alastor reappeared swiftly, reporting that Charlie and Vaggie were on their way to the master key store, likely to try to track you down. He quickly shuffled you to two doors down, a standard room with minimal differences to the one you previously had, helping you make it look slightly more lived-in. He shadowed back to his room, leaving you to pretend to have been there the whole time. 
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Five: Coming Back for More
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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A few minutes later, you were decent enough to make your way downstairs, having put a shirt on under the jumper to better hide the bandage. 
A few demons milled around the entrance of the dining room, looking highly uncertain. Confused, you tried to peek through them to see what was happening.  
Nothing seemed particularly out of place as the usual mats and crockery were set up, though a palpable tension remained in the air.  
“Alright, come on in. Take your seats, chop chop.”  
Vaggie’s commanding voice left no room for debate as you all filed in, giving you no time to speak to Moni as she sat far down the table from you. 
“Before we eat, there’s a card under each of your seats. I want you to pick it up, read it, and think about it before the food comes out. You have about ten minutes before it’s served. Think hard, and have an answer ready, ideally short and sweet so we can all dig in. And no, this is not optional.” 
You swallow, nervously reaching underneath your chair. A thin envelope catches in your nails, pulling off with a hint of resistance from the tape. 
Inside, your card read: 
Share one meaningful apology with one person in the room 
You blink, highly alarmed by the personal demand. All around you, other sinners and even staff have their own expressions of confusion, disgust, or irritation. Not one person seemed happy, including Charlie. She whispered to Vaggie, who firmly shook her head back.  
You mulled over the demand cautiously, knowing you absolutely owed an apology to Moni, but had no idea how to do it without tipping anyone off or upsetting her more. 
Under the table, you felt a familiar chilly hand curl around your calf, squeezing in a remarkably comforting way. You casually lower your hand to your thigh, leaving it open for the shadow to hold. It did so eagerly, almost as if it needed the reassurance as much as you did. You breathed just a little easier now. 
Alastor, Charlie and Niffty got up to bring in the dishes, spreading them down the table as everyone silently waited to begin the task. 
Vaggie cleared her throat as the smells of food filled the room.  
“So, since we don’t want our food to go cold, we’re under a time limit. Speak clearly, honestly, and get it over with. One at a time. Angel, you start. We’ll go round the table anti-clockwise.” 
“I didn’t want any part of this, toots. This is bull-” 
“ANGEL.” 
He sighed, grumbling. “Fine. Charlie, i admire the way you never gave up on me, or anyone. There, ya happy?” 
Vaggie nodded, gesturing to Husk next to him, followed by the next person seated, one by one giving a statement of some emotional variety directed at another demon of their choosing. Each demand seemed different, to an extent. 
Your turn came, quickly straightening to look over at your best friend. “Moni, I'm sorry you had to look after me so much recently, when i was supposed to be the one looking after you. I really appreciate it. Thank you.” 
The hurt in her eyes remained as she turned away, avoiding responding. The sinner next to you gave their statement, leading on to the final few, including Alastor. Dread pooled in your gut as he glared at Vaggie the entire time until his name was called. 
With a curled lip, unwavering from his glare, he spoke; “Dear Husker, i revel in the time we spend together; toying with your fragile sanity brings me immense joy. I look forward to many years to come of much the same bonding experience.” 
What kind of card did he have? Judging by the sarcasm, you guessed it was something either a little too emotional for him to process, or hit a little too close to home. 
His eyes flashed to you for an instant, though your darted yours away, trying to keep casual. He rested his elbows on the table, glaring downwards in your peripheral vision. 
Charlie cleared her throat, her brows furrowed as she hesitated. “Mine... i don’t really know how to say. I guess i pick you, Al. Of everyone i really want to be redeemed, you’re the one i know will fight it the most, and i really hope we can work on that.” 
He didn’t react or respond, ignoring her completely.  
Finally Vaggie took her turn, crossing her arms. She spoke your name, looking directly at you, confessing; “you’re the one who surprised me the most recently. Mostly by your piss-poor judgement, but also your hope. Just please don’t surprise me anymore.” 
You avert your eyes, cringing at the loaded confession. You really truly hoped Alastor was right about you being safe in your place here, for now anyway. 
Vaggie clapped twice, inviting everyone to serve themselves. You hesitate, not particularly hungry anymore. You pick at a few items, half-filling your plate as your mind swirled. 
After about five minutes of near-silence across the table, Charlie cleared her throat and explained. 
“Today’s task was meant as a surprise to everyone, except me, obviously, um... i wanted to catch everyone unaware, so you guys didn’t plan ahead or try to dodge the task. Thing is, part of becoming a better person means you need to learn to sit with your discomfort. Honesty, especially with confessions, can be incredibly difficult to sit with, since they make you feel vulnerable. I want you all to realize we’re in this together, every single one of us, with our own darkness and our own light inside. Everyone wears a mask over things that they want to protect. Just have a look around the table, pretty much every single one of you is feeling the same way. None of you are alone. I hope that helps if you’re ever struggling.” 
Gradually, faces across the table began to look around, assessing each other carefully. The occasional reassuring smile or nod popped up, between the staff and guests alike. Granted, no such kindness came from Alastor, who was now glowering at Charlie. 
Angel’s curiosity broke the silence next, “hang on, so who wrote yours?” 
Vaggie shrugged and answered for Charlie. “She asked me to write one real quick before we sat down. I didn’t exactly have time to prepare, hence why hers seemed a bit different. Still, i agree with how she did it. That worked out kinda well, even if it is a little awkward now.” 
Charlie smiled appreciatively at Vaggie, a sweet moment between the two before they carried on eating. 
Under the table, the shadow stroked your hand with a thumb as it held on to you. You nibbled at dinner, wondering if Charlie had been a little targeted in the card she gave Alastor. If it meant what you interpreted, that was... yeah, that could be targeted as Hell. 
You kept yourself distant the rest of the night, feeling emotionally burnt out.  
By late evening, many of the guests had settled into an easy harmony, running their own little card games, conversations, or lounging peacefully. Moni sat with a couple other sinners, still not looking over to you.  
You spent the time pretending to mesh with others, hovering in the periphery of conversations and keeping yourself busy enough to not look as mentally exhausted as you really were.  
Near the bar, Husk, Alastor and Angel held their own conversations, dotted with moments of quiet as they sat away from the main groups. Vaggie and Charlie were suspiciously absent, though you’d seen them giving each other bedroom eyes more than once during dinner, so it was hardly a surprise. 
The thought of being able to give the shadow the same kind of affection amused you.  
You hung around until a few others went to bed, including Moni. She ignored you, walking straight past without a glance. You sighed, not even knowing where to start repairing things. Maybe it wasn’t even possible if you were still involved with him . 
Heading to your own room, you completely forgot Alastor was still over by the bar, not sparing a glance as your thoughts blared louder than the chatter behind you. 
You pulled off your tops, checking the bandage in the mirror. It hadn’t bled through, so you just left it be for tonight. 
You set alarms for the morning, sensing the need as tiredness weighed on your eyelids. 
Deep into the night, your sleep was disturbed by cold arms circling you. You hardly stirred, snuggling backwards into the hold, locking your fingers with theirs. You let out a peaceful sigh before slipping back to your dreams. 
Your alarm chimed, grating in your ear with its pitchy tinkling. You heard a grumpy growl behind you, making you jump in shock, scrambling to cover yourself as you nearly leap from the bed. Groggy red eyes peek back at you as Alastor sat up, still fully dressed and laid on top of your covers across the bed. His shadow darts from under your covers, swirling up the wall, around your legs and back to the bed, extending a clawed hand across the mattress with a cheesy grin. You blink at it, barely comprehending the invasion of privacy over the pleasant sight. 
Coughing quietly to clear your throat, you asked when you gained a visitor. 
His eyes rested closed as his head dropped back to the pillow, resting his arms across his chest. “Sometime near three in the morning, i believe. I would apologize, however it was hardly my decision, as you can imagine. I was quite literally blocked from getting in my bed. It was quite the stand-off for a couple of hours.” 
“Couldn’t you just recall it into you?” 
“And deal with the needy creature filling my head instead? No thank you. You can deal with the thing while i get some more rest.” 
“In MY bed. Besides, don’t you have Vaggie to placate with pleasantries so she doesn’t think you’re, oh i don’t know, sleeping with me?” 
He scowled under the faint smile, throwing a forearm over his eyes.  
Admiring the groggy demon, you carefully slid back into your side of the bed, feeling the excited shadow dance around you. Facing Alastor, you rested your head back on the pillow, quietly turning off the rest of your alarms. As you pulled the covers over your shoulder, the cold hands pushed you firmly forward, disturbing Alastor as you scolded the shadow. He peeked under his arm, an eyebrow raised. “What now?” 
“I don’t even know. It’s pushing me. I feel like you need to get better control over it.” 
“Hah. As if i haven’t been trying to do that pretty much since i died. Looks li- hey!” 
You're rolled forward, breaking into giggles as the incredibly strong arms scoop underneath you, tickling you as you’re flopped ungraciously into Alastor’s side. You try to push it away, finding no purchase as it dodges your own shadow. He laughs beside you, amused by the playfight despite the disturbance. “You may as well give in, dear. If i have to, you do too.” 
“It’s not even my shadow!” 
“And yet all it does is chase you. Perhaps YOU should learn some better control over it.” 
“Oh hah hah, very –ah, hey!- funny. I’m not –oh you little asshole- taking responsibility for your own split personality!” You struggled to get the sentence out over the playful poking and rolling, though it behaved briefly when your flipped onto all fours, growling down at it. It suddenly looked bashful, though for a very brief second, so did the Radio Demon. You caught his eye, raising a brow. He quickly tucked behind his forearm again, a smirk on his lips. The energy seemed to change, electricity charged between the three of you as the shadow smirked too, the silhouette of a tongue licking its toothy maw. You side-eye Alastor, wondering how inappropriate it would be to start something right now. 
“Don’t even think about it. I need more sleep. Please save that nonsense for when i have the patience to deal with you both.” 
You laugh, flopping purposefully down onto your front, pretending the squish the shadow as it darted to the side.  
From the corner of your eye, you gaze down across Alastor’s body, savouring the view.  
The covers flew off your back, making you jump, and Alastor groan quietly in irritation. “Would you like me to try to leave you alone, dear? I can try to suffer the beast if i must, though i really would prefer to not be bothered.” 
Sharp claw tips spread across the skin of your back, trailing fine lines and massages of scratches before you could answer. You tried your best to remain breathing steadily, despite the jitter in your jaw and tension in your body as you fought tooth and nail to stay still. You pressed your forehead into the pillow, hands gripping the top of the mattress, ankles crossed as you pressed your legs together. 
The shadow kept it clean enough for you to not feel awkward as it caressed and clawed, though your own body felt far less respectful as heated slick began to soak through. You felt the graze of icy teeth at your neck, having to hold your breath to stifle the whine. Ever so gently, it trailed kisses down the length of your spine, each one followed by a tiny lick, leaving a line of sensitive cooled skin exposed to the air. You drew in a quiet, shaky breath, hearing a slight clack in your teeth as your jaw trembled.  
Warm fingers curled under your neck, raising your head off the pillow to meet Alastor’s kiss. He cupped your face as the other hand tapped your lower back; unsure, you raise your hips a little off the bed, trying to work out what he was asking of you. Cold hands pull your thighs apart, making you gasp against Alastor’s lips when a cool tongue brushed your slit. You no longer felt the cold claws scratching; instead, Alastor’s free hand took over, firmer and harsher, yet luscious against your sensitive skin. He worked your back, while two colder fingers penetrated you, curling smoothly exactly where it knew you craved as it worshipped your clit with sucks and licks. 
Your jaw clenched as the sensations intensified, feeling Alastor’s hand tighten around your throat; not enough to cut off air, but enough to pin you to his mouth as you moaned. Your hips began to jerk and rock rhythmically, finding delicious heat and pressure building in a perfect crescendo of pleasure. The moans became whines, jerks became trembles, claws pierced into the mattress. Unthinkingly, you grabbed Alastor’s jacket near the collar, pulling him to you, shaking as the shadow continued its relentless stimulation even as you rolled onto your back, with Alastor neatly following to straddle you on all fours. Your hands wandered, touching the firm muscle on his torso, reaching under his jacket to scratch at his back. He growled, biting your lower lip harsh enough to warn you, but not pierce skin. You took no heed. Throwing your head back and grinding against the pressure. Alastor’s hot tongue curled around your throat, teeth nipping and grazing. Velvety antlers brushed your forehead, hardly distracting you from the nearing promise of release. Your hands settled at his hips, tightly gripping as your twitched and writhed, whispering a thousand pleas. Your back arched, feet scraping uselessly to gain traction, finding that perfect angle to tip over the edge. Your body exploded with sensation, legs wrapping around Alastor urgently as the intensity scorched through you in violent spasms. He kissed you again, his hot skin replacing the cold tongue at your groin as you felt him press against you. He stifled your cries with his lips as he penetrated you, dragging you through another intense wave of pleasure as he enjoyed the muscle fluttering and tightening around him. His shaky breaths cracked with eager snarls as he held still for a few seconds. You just about caught air in shallow gasps before he moved, forehead pressing against yours as he ploughed his hips into yours. You choked, struggling for oxygen as the pressure built so soon after the last one, chasing thrill with dizzying thrusts. Fighting for air, you gripped his hair forcefully to pull him back, ignoring his snarls as you dragged in desperate breaths. He only seemed more invigorated by your grip, slamming into you so harshly the bed creaked and made alarming splintering sounds beneath you. The second release came so quickly and violently that you had no time to stop the scream, and Alastor was so far gone in his own lust he refused to even try to muffle the noise.  
Your cry brought on his urgency as he grabbed your hips, lifting you to him and fucking you in the air, antlers scratching into the wall and maw dripping with his own bloody saliva. Your orgasm rippled around him, soaking and tense, breaking your scream with the tiniest fragment of self-control you could muster between waves of rolling heat. His legs jerked and slipped, falling onto the mattress with a loud crack as the bed tilted, breaking underneath you as he violently trembled. He panted into your ear, shaking from head to toe, a faint hiss of pain escaping his teeth as he released your hips to dig his claws into the mattress instead. You blinked up at him, barely recovering from your own orgasm, mouth agape as you saw the gritted teeth and twisted expression. He looked so painfully overstimulated, trapped by his own body, closer to the monster you saw in the woods, yet restrained tightly by the Radio Demon you saw beneath the sutures.  
Carefully, you reach up and stroke his face, waiting until he met your eyes. His teeth clattered with the tremble of his jaw, blinking fearfully to look at you. Black sclera and red pinprick eyes explored your face, searching. You gave him as broad of a smile as you could even laughing a little as you puckered to ask for a kiss. His horror and confusion broke into a small smile, hesitantly leaning down to meet your lips.  
Your legs tightened around him, encouraging him deeper as you held him prisoner in the kiss, keeping him focused and grounded with sharp nips of his tongue and lower lip as he resumed a cautious grinding. You grinned against his lips, digging your claws into the back of his scalp and tilting your hips up to meet him, feeling the messy smears of your pleasure cooling against your thighs. He took you gratefully, holding you up with one gentle hand that covered nearly your whole lower back, arching into his thrusts to meet needs he barely understood. His breathing cut short into small pants and rasps, face scrunching as you bit his lip HARD. He snarled and shook, stilling with over-sensitization, one leg bracing on the mattress to tilt you as deeply as possible as he felt the sheer blinding relief of his own release. 
He pulled his claws from the mattress, carefully shifting his arm up the bed, catching you as he lowered your back to the torn-up sheets. You felt uncomfortably sore and incredibly damp, his seed dripping down your slit as his body gradually relaxed on top of you.  
His forehead rested on the pillow beside you as he regained his conscious mind. You basked in the myriad of thrill, having not only survived getting him to come, but also how insanely fun that was. Your head swam with intoxicating endorphins, lost in utter joy. You dropped one hand from his hair, leaving the other gently stroking and scratching his scalp. Your arm that lowered seemed heavy; the gravity was off, as was the angle of your body. You realised the entire bed was tilted, laying at a strange angle to the walls and floors.  
Alastor faintly lifted his head, pressing lips ardently to your jaw before flopping back down the pillow. You chuckled, planting a kiss on the side of his face and resting your eyes closed again. 
He stirred a little, sounding as though trying to form words for a minute before managing to speak.  
“Mmm... you okay, mmmy dear?” 
“Very much so. Are you?” 
“Mmmmhmm.” 
You twirl his hair in your fingers, stroking and massaging the flickering ear. He moaned in pleasure, a minor twitch in his hips making you jolt. 
“How does anyone get anything done when this is an option.” 
You laughed, bemused by the change of heart. “Oh, so this is suddenly NOT a ‘frivolous endeavour’? I dare say you sound dangerously close to hypocrisy there, Radio Demon.” 
“Ignorance is bliss, but this is far better.” 
“I like to think so. Besides, you managed to not nearly kill me this time.” 
“I’m certain it came close once or twice.” 
Grinning, you felt no particular fear when recalling today’s near-death experience. “And yet here we are. I didn’t even need to chain you down. What a pleasant surprise.” 
“That’s still an option.” 
“Oh definitely, but just not right now. I’m going to need at least a month of bed rest to recover. And a new bed.” 
His head lifted, confusion etched on his face as he peeked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. You could tell the second he clocked on to the sorry state of the bed, laughter rocking through his body, unintentionally making you jerk as he had yet to fully soften inside you.  
Still quietly laughing, he apologised and withdrew, wincing from sensitivity. You closed your eyes and groaned, a residual quiver in your muscles passing through you. He kissed your throat, praising your voice, though fretting that half the hotel probably heard you. 
“I choose to blame you. Is that fair?” 
He shrugged, leaning onto his elbows and resting his head on his hands. “You can always blame me, however it was you who encouraged such wondrous activities. The shadow listens to you far more than it does me when i tell it to behave.” 
“Your shadow started it. Besides, i was being good, i tried to keep as quiet as possible so you didn’t get ‘bothered’. YOU kissed ME.” 
As he smirked, there was a slight red tint to his teeth; you noticed the residual bloody saliva smears around his mouth. “Let’s say my curiosity was piqued. I was rather enjoying how very urgently you fought to control your breathing. I wanted to make you do that myself, not just by my shadow.” 
Chewing your lip, you asked, “so why did you near enough let the shadow get me to the brink before you really joined in, huh?” 
He rolled his eyes and looked down at your body, sucking his teeth. “I hadn’t planned on taking over. Taking on the shadow was almost involuntary.” 
Your hips twitched, turned on by the thought of him getting lost in want like that. Slick and seed answered your clench, uncomfortably dripping as you tried not to laugh.  
“I really need the bathroom, and a shower, and God knows how much sleep. Mind holding onto my arm while i try to get off the bed? It’s literally nearly sideways right now.” 
He obediently offered an arm, firmly supporting your unsteady legs as you managed to slide into a weak stand. You ignored the quiet laughter as you stumbled your way round to the bathroom, closing the door to the carnage. 
He interrupted you a short while later, while you were soaking in a lavender-scented bath. His polite knock preceded him poking his head in immediately after, a mischievous grin on his face. 
“Yes, please do come in. As if I or anyone could stop you.” 
“You were taking too long. I was growing bored. May i join?” 
Your heart fluttered at the thought of him getting naked. “In... the bath?” 
He nodded, slightly hesitant this time. 
“Of course, do you want any privacy getting in?” 
“Why would i need that?” 
“Alastor, we’ve slept together twice, and I've not so much as even seen you undo a single shirt button. Forgive me if I'm surprised you’re suddenly willing to go the Full Monty.” 
“The full what?” 
“Shut up and strip, please.” 
He threw his head back laughing, walking over to the bath. His eyes narrowed as you patiently waited. 
“Admittedly i didn’t quite expect you to stare so vehemently. Perhaps a little privacy wouldn’t go amiss.” 
You pursed your lips, achingly easing up onto your knees and facing the wall. Clothes rustled and dropped behind you as he undressed. The water disturbed with small splashes as he carefully stepped in, sinking onto his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist as he lowered the two of you down chest-deep in the water. Tucked up against him, you felt that warm flicker of joy and safety, mixed with a heady excitement at the nudity pressed against you. It was less of a sexual excitement; more like vulnerability, trust.  
You nearly dozed off in the relaxing bath, your head drooping more than once before he woke you properly with a little nip behind your ear. Flicking water at him, you find your washcloth and finish up the last of your bathing, leaving him in the gradually cooling water to go grab towels.  
You spotted the time, now breaching early afternoon, warm daylight pouring in through the cracks around the curtains. You smile and stretch, lavishing in the sweet aches of post-coital bliss. 
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Four: I’m Now Stuck in a One-Way Kink Bond With the Radio Demon and Don’t Know how to Not Fuck Everything Up – by Fall Out Boy
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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Inside, most of the sinners were participating in a circle around the coffee table, some dotted on the floor due to lack of space. You wondered what kind of tasks they’d been doing if they had managed to get so many of the staff and sinners involved all at once. 
You carefully strode over, fixing a neutral face. You stole one quick glance at Alastor, who was purposefully striding up the stairs with the offensively large pink bag. Biting your cheek, you stifled the smile, practically hopping the last couple of steps to squeeze between a couple of sinners on the floor. 
Charlie welcomed you, seeming pleased to have you finally join. To your left, Angel and Husk had small stacks of paper, barely blinking as they handed you a couple cards. You looked at them, trying to work out the game.  
One had obscure lines, not making much sense, while the other seemed to be a basic sketch of a park scene from afar, with a few objects cut off around the edges.  
You picked up fairly quickly that it was a collaborative game, where you had to work out which sinners had similar pictures by verbal descriptors alone and place them in zoom-order. You managed to contribute with the park picture, hardly paying attention as you wondered if Alastor would be coming back downstairs or if he’d be busy unpacking. 
Sinners across the table got excited as they worked out the final step of a beach scene, laying the cards in order face down for their final submission. You tried to study your remaining image, talking aloud vaguely about the shape, not really getting any clear recognition from the others. 
Air shifted beside you as the light distorted, forming a pair of familiar legs stood just beside you. Your heart stuttered, biting your tongue as you subtly tried to spot the shadow, not seeing any sign of it so far. The sinner on the sofa behind you jumped up from the arm rest, making a dart for the floor well away from the Radio Demon. You watched the fearful sinner, well aware they were far more in their right mind than you were right now. You heard the static-filled chuckle as Alastor took the perch, crossing one leg over the other, rested just beside your arm.  
Temptation to peek up won out; you tilted your head back, looking up into unusually large pupils as he smirked back down at you for a second. You shot your face right back down, eternally grateful for the layers of foundation covering your blush as you absent mindedly stared at your nonsensical sketch. 
A voice had to repeat a couple of times before you noticed, blinking up at one of the sinners who thought they might have a zoomed-out version of your sketch. You reiterated the shapes, highlighting your confusion compared to what they had. You heard a quiet cough from Alastor; he leaned right down, near to your unbitten shoulder, flicking his left ear down as a signal before sitting straight up again. You smile, amused, rotating the image to the left and realizing how accurately it fit into the city scene they were describing. You laughed as it all came together, able to add your image face-down to the current row. 
While waiting for the final participants to work out the order of their pictures, your mind wandered to last night, slowly walking through what happened step-by-step. He’d been out of control, no doubt, and it was kind of your fault, now you thought about it. He’d been trying to take it slow, when your horny ass literally took over. Your hands tensed around your knees as you recalled the vivid memories that led up to what went wrong. Saliva pooled, swallowing with a slight cough as your eyes wandered over the legs dangling beside you.  
Charlie clapped, grabbing the room’s attention as she announced the game complete, asking the leader of each team to flip their cards. Startled, your eyes shoot up, actually looking around the room this time. Much to your discomfort, you almost immediately met Vaggie’s gaze, who was eyeing you suspiciously. You forcefully looked away, anxiety building; especially when you caught sight of a pissed Moni with her arms crossed. You give her a ‘what?!’ expression, which she silently answers with a fierce glare, only mitigated by the smirk she was fighting back. 
The game ends with Charlie sending off the sinners to tidy up and get ready for dinner. You carefully rise, once again noticing the soreness of your muscles that hadn’t quite recovered yet. Alastor waited patiently, still perched on the sofa, staring at his fingernails as you stepped around him. Though he didn’t look, you could practically feel all of his attention on you. 
Moni came round the back of the sofa, a healthy distance away from Alastor as she waited for you to get over there. You silently groaned, torn between the two. Thinking in the very least Alastor could hold off a little, you made your way to Moni, giving her a fake grin, pleading with her to shut up just for now. She glared at you, eyelids receding in a ‘what the fuck was that’ expression. You brought your hand to your face, a very loose fist near your mouth, raising the index finger just enough to indicate for her to be quiet. Moni knew no such boundaries, hooking her arm forcefully in yours and dragging you into the dining room. You stumbled a little, glancing back at Alastor with an apologetic face. This time he looked directly at you in a warning.  
Turning the corner, Moni near enough pushed you to the wall, her hushed voice barely reaching your ears as she freaked out. 
“ What the fuck is wrong with you? Tell me, just tell me you’re not actually going after him. Not his shadow, him . You’ve got to be clinically fucking insane. Are you insane? Is that what the shadow did to you? One good fucking ride and you’re ready to sell your fucking soul?” 
You chewed your lip, looking at the doorway, intensely aware he was probably going to try to find a way to listen in. 
Under your breath, you pleaded with her. “Not now, Moni. Please. Just bear with me, okay? It’s not as simple as... OW!” 
She grabbed your shoulders ready to shake you, fingers digging into the sore pierced skin as you briefly cry out. She let go immediately, panic evident as she saw you wince and control your expression. A heartbeat later, Alastor manifested next to you, eyes probing with concern until he saw you were okay. 
His expression visibly darkened, pinprick pupils glaring down at Moni as he spoke. “Come now, it is time to get yourself ready for dinner, as Miss Charlotte has so politely insisted. I strongly recommend you heed her advice and go tend to your business.” 
His warning was far from subtle as she shuddered, shrinking under his expression. “O-okay, okay, I'm, uh, yeah. Sorry, uh, Mr Radio, sir.” She pivoted, throwing one last scared glance to you before hastily escaping. 
Now alone with him in the dining room, you allowed a brief wince as he gently tugged at the material of your dress where a couple tiny specks of blood had stained from the partially re-opened bite. His face marginally contorted, regret palpable. Without thinking, you caught his hand where it held your dress, trying to tell him it was okay without words. His lip curled in response, though he let go of the material and stepped back, a respectful enough distance for you two to look less than familiar. 
After a beat, you turned and left the dining room, covering the stain with your hair as you went to go find some sort of bandage or plasters and change your dress.
 
Vaggie came to check on you while you changed, facing away respectfully as you quickly threw a jumper on. You adjusted the collar so it leant to one side, barely covering the bandage you’d applied. 
“There- I'm decent. I, uh, can talk now i guess?” 
She turned, that same suspicion in her eyes as before. “I’m not here for fun, and Charlie doesn’t know i came to talk to you, so don’t try to make excuses. I know what i saw. What’s going on with you and Alastor?” 
Your stomach plummeted, eyes tightening in fear. Confrontation was bad enough for you, let alone with such a delicate topic. 
Uncertainty tainted your tone as you tried to answer; “I’m really... i don’t think anything, not really, I'm just...” you swallow, deciding to throw yourself under the bus for this one to avoid worst case scenario, “I have a crush, like, an insanely bad crush on him. I tried to avoid him for ages and i nearly did a good enough job until he caught me running out today and came to check on me, to make sure i wasn’t going anywhere stupid. In fairness, i did end up in a rougher part of town, and he made sure i came back so i didn’t end up where i used to be. I got a bit caught up in the excitement of actually getting some attention, while he... pitied me.” 
Though dancing the fine line between half-truths and blatant lies, your expression twisted with anxiety that began to spill over into panic. Vaggie regarded you cautiously until your fingers wound so tight in the fabric of your jumper that it nearly stretched taut. 
She sighed, swearing in Spanish and pinching the bridge of her nose. “You can’t be that stupid, kid. He’s an Overlord, a serial killer, and has no heart whatsoever. If you have any use, he’d find and exploit it. We’re already struggling to keep him in check with Charlie as it is. She’s not... i said that wrong, wait. She doesn’t feel that way about him. But she does trust him. Which is the biggest mistake i think she’s ever made. I don’t want you running around doing the same. Not just because you’ll end up with a dumbass broken heart. I mean he’ll break you. Every tiny piece of your soul you give him, he’ll destroy. Don’t let him.” 
You caught the plea in her voice at the end of her speech, stunned by the sincerity. In a whisper, you manage, “i don’t understand. He works with her. He’s a manager, right? Why do you let him run this place with her if he’s that untrustworthy?” 
She waved a hand, rolling her eyes. “Because i don’t have a choice. Like i said, as stupid as it is, Charlie trusts him, and he brings a lot of protection to the hotel against other Overlords. ‘The devil you know’, as unironic as it is. And we really do know him. Please tell me you’re hearing me right now, i can’t let you run around chasing your own death like this.” 
You silently nod, not trusting words to form. The visions flash in your mind; feeling him snarling over your neck, wide maw restraining from tearing you apart, followed by the vicious war as his shadow split from him to force him back under control. 
Vaggie comes over, resting a hand on your sore shoulder. You bite your tongue hard to keep from wincing, grateful for the padding under the jumper to cushion the impact. “Good. I’ll check in with you every so often, try to help you through this. Hell knows we all have passing crushes from time to time. If you really want an example of how bad it can get if you chase the bad guy, go ask Angel, tell him you got my permission to tell you about an Overlord called Valentino.” 
The name was familiar, in a second-hand knowledge, linked back to one of the dealers you used to score from. All you really knew was he was a major Overlord, one of the Vees, and ruthlessly aggressive. You pictured Angel, in all his messy, happy-despite-it-all attitude, suddenly seeing a new side to him. 
Sensing you were thoroughly deep in thought, Vaggie gave your sore shoulder a final squeeze before turning and leaving the room. You stood frozen, nausea churning, holding back overwhelmed tears as the door closed. Having had Moni chased off earlier, you suddenly felt very, VERY isolated. 
The feeling was only made worse by the blaze of red that formed just a metre away, fake smile hiding his own anxieties as the Radio Demon in question studied you. You avoided looking at him, hugging your arms around yourself as you held in the waves of emotion. 
He waited for a few minutes while you fought for composure. Breathing roughly in through your nose and out your mouth, you didn’t try to hide the panic from him, knowing that any loss of control right now would only lead to a messy breakdown. 
When you could manage it, you glanced up at him, unsurprised to see the concern warring in his eyes. Still infused with the shadow, he was under the pressure of emotions he had no desire to suffer, yet couldn’t risk releasing the shadow under such a difficult situation. 
“She’s right, you know. I hardly have anyone’s best interests in mind but my own. I thought you knew that.” 
“I do.” 
“So why do you look so terrified?” 
Shaking your head to clear the mental images, you try to keep fairly honest this time; “I don’t do great with confrontation anyway. What if she kicks me out, so i can’t... you know.” 
He growled softly under his breath, stepping closer with a cautious expression. “She’d never force you to leave, my darling. You’re a welcome guest here, on your... however misguided it is, you’re on a path to some form of redemption.” His hair tickled your face as he pressed his forehead to yours, a welcome yet surprising act of kindness for him. Unless it was manipulation. “I’m certain it would be ME who faces consequences for invading your safety, not the other way around. Though your bravery was admirable, there was no need to lie to cover for me. I hurt you. I’m truly, immensely sorry for it.” 
His fingers brush your injured shoulder soft as a feather, eyes nearly shut with twinges of regret and sorrow. Being this close to him only confused you further; a sense of safety, despite it all, washed over you. Hesitantly, you released your waist, encircling his. You felt his torso stiffen, uncertain as to whether the touch was too much, yet allowed you to pull him closer for a real, genuine hug. His chin slid over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you gently, ears twitching above you. You released a long sigh, finally feeling the pressure in your chest dissipate in his hold.  
“I don’t want to stop.” 
He snorted in amusement, torso relaxing marginally. “Why doesn’t that surprise me.” 
“Because you’re just the one caught in the middle of this. You get to be impartial, while me and the shadow duke it out for who’s the dumbest of them all.” 
He chuckled under his breath, giving a small squeeze around your waist as he turned to gently nuzzle your neck. “This really is rather intoxicating, darling. To wear my shadow like this is to be utterly and pathetically drawn to you. You have no idea how dissociating it is, as you put it, to ‘split’ from the creature and free myself from such infernal emotions.” 
“Forgive me if i don’t pity you, since I'm stuck drowning in my own with far less ability to escape.” 
“Hmmm, fair point.” 
His stillness melted into a gentle sway, rocking you so very carefully side-to-side. It felt like comfort engulfed you. A moment of pure candid honesty, wrapped under many layers of denial, sure to be broken the second you separated from the hold. 
A sweet tune hummed into your ear. Alastor sang wordlessly, caressing your back as he swayed, his warm breath raising the hairs on the back of your neck. Only a touch of fear bristled beneath a storm of excitement, feeling drunk under the romance. How the Hell were you supposed to resist this? It was the best you’d ever felt . 
You turned slightly, nuzzling back into him, tilting your head to reach your lips to exposed skin above his collar. His hum stuttered as you kissed, trailing a few small pecks deeper under his hair where his strange bob gave way to prickly fuzz. He shivered against you, hum breaking into a sigh as his arms tightened. Audibly swallowing, Alastor interrupted your gesture with the press of his lips to yours, sweet and slow, not a single demand or fight within the motions. It felt adoring, just like kissing his shadow, but without the sting of ice. You melted into him. No reluctance, no fear, just the sheer joy of living a fantasy. 
The kiss ended naturally with the two of you near gasping for air. It amused the both of you, messily catching your breaths only an inch apart. He lightly kissed the smile line beside your mouth, teasing his own grin, seeming genuinely happy. 
Lifting his head to rest his lips to your forehead, he began the sway again, feeling more like a timid slow dance this time. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in him completely.  
He drew you back to reality with a low hum, planting a soft kiss before speaking. “I do believe they shall be expecting myself to attend dinner in the least. Will you be attending?” 
“Sure.” 
“And will you be able to pretend... all of this isn’t going on?” 
“I’ve done it for long enough, haven’t i?” 
“True. Perhaps i am overthinking the matter. Shall i try keeping the shadow tamed, or shall i release it until you signal otherwise? I imagine i will be more my normal self without the blasted thing sweeping me under like this.” 
“Urggghhhhhh... i guess try splitting, I'm wearing jeans at least.” 
He burst out laughing, realizing your implication. “That definitely sounds best, dear. You should go down first, go see if Moni feels safe enough to sit near you. You can assure her i will not cause her any harm, despite my poor attitude earlier.” 
“Yeah, I'll have to see what i can do there. You scared the Hell out of her.” 
“That comes far more naturally to me than comfort, i assure you.” 
Agreeing, despite the glowing warmth encasing your entire body, you pull back and take a good long look at his face before ending the embrace.  
“I’ll see you soon, i guess. Hope it’s not too weird once the shadow is, uh, out.” 
He shrugged, and eyebrow twitching. “I’m growing more accustomed to it. Oh, and you may need to fix your makeup, it’s a touch smudged.” 
He disappeared practically into thin air as you turned towards the bathroom to fix your face. 
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Three: Undercurrent of Ice and Fire
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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Pain coursed through you in so many ways; the ache in your sore thighs and groin, the regret and sorrow in your chest, the fear in your throat, tension and sharp sting in your shoulders... all of it seemed so impossible to fend off. You stood in the doorway, uncertain. Your gut was screaming at you to go check on Alastor, to reassure him. Though, the still-terrified part of your mind held you back, opting for survival over sincerity. 
You gently closed the door, taking cautious steps towards the bathroom to try to ease some of the many levels of discomfort. You ran a bath, leaning over the steaming water as the bubbles rose, trying to swallow back the anxiety now clutching your throat. 
Sinking into the hot water with a wince until you were fully submerged, you subconsciously rubbed at the bite mark, letting the water wash over your face as you held your breath going under the surface. 
The darkness behind your eyes only made the panic worse, causing you to shoot upright, snatching a breath and clinging on to the rim of the bath. Trembling, you absorbed your surroundings, realising you hadn’t even turned the bathroom light on. Making a quick trip, you flicked the switch and allowed the light to reassure you of your safe surroundings. 
The mirror caught your attention; worry lines and stress marred your face, makeup smudged and streaked. The red marks on your shoulder were more prominent in the fluorescent lighting, making your gut churn. You tear your eyes away, stepping back into the bath and slowly working your hands over the sore muscles with a foaming cloth.  
By the time you were drying off, you’d managed to fend off most of the anxiety, leaving you exhausted and sleepy. Your bed welcomed you, still wrapped in a hair towel, barely closing your eyes until sleep closed them for you. 
You woke up in the late afternoon, surprisingly undisturbed given how nosy Charlie usually was when you didn’t make an appearance at mealtimes. That was until you noticed the container filled with breakfast foods on your bedside table. Your stomach dropped, afraid Charlie saw your munch mark.  
You pulled on the most subtle high-collared dress you owned, ironically one you’d bought to try to impress Alastor previously. It covered the bite with no issue. The loose brown skirt floated around your thighs in a way you’d found so pretty before. Now, they felt dangerously exposed.  
You brushed and blew out your hair, painted on some foundation and mascara, and grabbed your phone. Little pieces of armour that wouldn’t do shit to save you from the monster of the Hazbin Hotel. 
It took a full two minutes for you to steel yourself to even open your bedroom door. Truthfully, you needed to get out, to just go somewhere far enough away that you would see anything other than green sutures and razor-sharp teeth. Town would do for a distraction, at least. 
The corridor was bright but empty, echoing with the typical day-to-day bustling of voices and footsteps from the lobby. You ruffled your hair further over your face, clutching your bag a little tighter as you made your way towards the stairs. 
No Radio Demon in the lobby, thank God . There was however a Charlie and Vaggie, both of whom were eager to see you. 
“Hey! Look who finally crawled out of bed. Where are you off to? We’re just starting a-” 
“Town, uh, I'm off to town. Sorry, i need to go. I’ll catch up when i get back, okay? Uh, sorry!” 
They looked quizzical as you rushed past, zipping out the front door with barely a glance back. 
The dry sulphurous air welcomed you as you slipped into a steady walking pace, feeling your lungs inflate fully as you got greater distance between yourself and the hotel. 
In the shopping district, you hardly found anything of interest, scarcely knowing what you were even looking for. Only when a leather-bound corset-style top caught your eye did you take interest, turning to find a more (or less) appropriate shop. 
Down the road, where the boutiques became overtly deviant, you found one of your previous haunts from long before you joined the hotel. 
The shelves stacked high with all sorts of restraint play gear, none of which you’d considered in a long time; now though, they felt necessary. 
The store assistant Danni recognized you, welcoming you with a hug and a slap of your ass, his usual greeting. 
“Heya bitch! Not seen you in forever, thought you’d fuckin’ died! How’s it?” 
“I don’t even know where to begin. I need a little help, mind picking some stuff out with me?” 
He was well up to the task, flourishing in his environment. He worked out quickly what you were after, even redirecting you to other sections that were more fitting. 
At the counter, he lined everything up, filling an oversized bag like Tetris on crack. You honestly could have kicked yourself for how nervously excited you were to go back into the ring with the Radio Demon for round two.  
He wanted control? He’d get it, but under your chains this time. 
As best as you could, you rolled the bag up and hid it within a roomy nondescript pink shopping bag, despite the noisy and large contents. It looked a bit ridiculous, but at least you could get back without people guessing the contents. 
About to cross the road, your heart stopped and stuttered, noticing a flash of black dart behind you. Knowing damn well who it was, you forced air into your lungs and clutched the handles of your bag a little tighter, fighting to pay attention to the cars before you crossed. You made it to the other pavement, hyper aware of your surroundings, unable to pinpoint where he was. 
You fixed your eyes on the path ahead, trying to make any sort of justification or excuse in your head for why you went down that street, let alone in that shop, depending on what he’d seen. You cringed, feeling your knees go numb as you forced yourself to continue walking. 
A sweet little gift shop with devilish treats and goodies stuck out on your right; you dived in, glancing out behind you, not seeing any trace of the Radio Demon. 
Inside, you exhaled, trying to figure out what the Hell you were even in here for. A gift perhaps? Something that says, ‘hey, I'm sorry i fucked you into becoming an Eldritch horror beyond my comprehension’? Funnily enough, none of the little horned soaps or keyrings really gave off that impression. 
Near the back of the store, you found a few little trinkets and crystals, at least somewhat less than cheesy. A tiny black onyx stag practically called out to you, feeling so delicately small in your palm. You half-smiled, feeling the cold crystal warm up under your touch.  
“Beautiful. Is it meaningful, dear?” 
You jumped so hard the little gem flew into the air, being neatly caught between Alastor’s forefinger and thumb. Your chest constricted at the wide grin, seeing nothing but sutures and black sclera in your mind’s eye. His cocky grin faltered at your fear, lowering the deer back to the display with his ears facing behind, looking uncomfortable.  
You fixed your gaze away, concentrating on reminding yourself he wasn’t actively trying to kill you, you were safe, and ultimately you knew damn well you were going to come crawling back to him soon enough. Just... not yet. 
Quietly, you manage, “hello, Alastor. You... shopping? Or just... following me?” 
He barely reacted, a small snort and half-smile in response as his eyes wandered to the large pink bag at your side. 
“Well, i WAS checking to see if you were going anywhere highly dangerous, meeting with unsavoury characters, or getting yourself into dire trouble. Judging by your conversations with that enthusiastic shopkeeper, i fear you plan to do all three, in the comforts of the hotel itself.” 
An uncomfortable chuckle escaped your lips, the honest exposure a bittersweet relief. At least this was a fairly safe confrontation for the topic. 
“I’m nothing if not consistent in my poor decision making, just ask Moni.” 
“And pray tell, what decisions do you believe you’ll be making without informing me first?” 
You swallowed, feeling very caught out. Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you scrambled for an answer. “I... it’s not... i mean, obviously i was gonna talk to you... I just wanted to be a little prepared, i guess, in case things got a little out of hand...” 
He stepped closer, his face tantalizingly close to yours, distracting you from logic and reason with the fascinating smile. His ears tilted down to you, eyes exploring your face. Quietly he whispered; “Have you not considered your personal safety, my dear? Why would you dare even consider coming back?” 
Your heart skipped as you looked back at the little onyx deer, picking it up and studying it before speaking.  
“We’re in Hell, it’s hardly unusual to have an afterlife-affirming event on a weekly basis, right? At least... well, you already know how i felt. Your shadow gave that one away. I wasn’t oblivious to your... nature. I just wasn’t quite expecting it at that moment. Hence why I'm planning ahead.” 
You gestured with the large bag, keeping it closed as he already knew the contents. He stared at you, bemused, seeming lost for words. 
You carefully side-stepped around him, bringing the statuette to the cashier and paying, accepting a little bag of tissue paper to protect it in. Alastor stood beside you, fascinated initially, then looking rather bored, even as the cashier fearfully side-eyed him. 
The two of you casually wandered back to the hotel, hardly speaking. Nearer the edge of town, where there were fewer passers-by, an icy invisible hand interlaced with yours, making you smile. Alastor’s eyebrow raised at your change of expression; he rolled his eyes once you pointed out the excited little shadow grinning up from the pavement, hand locked in yours. 
Reaching the lobby doors, nerves took over, making you feel uneasy. You glance down at the bag at your side, slowing down your pace. Alastor adjusted his stride to accommodate, watching you curiously. 
“Do you think they’re still in the middle of a game in there?” 
“I imagine so, your trip wasn’t a very far excursion compared to the lengthy activity Charlotte had in mind. Are you seeking to avoid the group altogether?” 
You slow to a halt, clutching the bag in one hand and icy fingers in the other. “Maybe, I'm not sure. I’m still a little overwhelmed. Is the game intense?” 
He paused, contemplating. “Not very much so by this stage, i assume if they followed the schedule then they should be either finishing up soon or in the winding down tasks. You could likely skate by without putting in any real efforts, yet still showing your face.”  
You nod, hesitant but willing. His lips twitch as he glances at your bag.  
You catch his expression, your own eyes narrowing with mistrust. “What?” 
Dripping with amusement, his teeth flash into a wide grin, unsettling you further. “Perhaps i should take the bag to a safer place. I’m far less likely to be confronted, after all.” 
You swallow nervously as the logic makes sense, though the idea of him going through your bag prematurely made you nauseous. He already knew what you got, just let him, damnit . 
“You’re going straight upstairs, right?” 
“Without a doubt.” 
“No diversions, no conversations?” 
“Not if i can help it.” 
“And you don’t mind carrying a massive bright pink shopping bag?” 
His eyes rolled as irritation won out over his patience. “I hardly have issue with my masculinity, dear. My status is well recognized, with or without this gaudy number. Just give me the bag and i shall tuck it away safely.” 
“In... your room?” 
Hesitation crossed his face this time, studying your expression before answering. “I suppose i had assumed that was... where it would be... well, to avoid any uncomfortable issues i can leave it under your bed, if that would suffice?” 
Looking down, fighting the embarrassed smile, you reply quietly “yours is fine.” 
He quietly laughed, taking the bag and hooking it over his shoulder with a startling metallic clink. You cringed, wondering how awkward this could possibly get later on. 
“Uhh, Alastor, I'm going to need my hand back, and your shadow isn’t letting go...” 
He glared down at the creature, who playfully span on the spot while clutching your hand tight. “Very well, i shall wear the thing for the time being. Go join the others before you miss out on the fun.” 
You watch as his hand glows green and the shadow melts into mist, absorbing into him. In amazement, you could physically see the features of his expression adjust, even if only slightly. The softening of the corners of his lips, the relaxation of the cheeks, minor dilation of pupils. It struck you as an expression of happiness rather than lust, temporarily distracting you from the impending activities. 
He looked down to you, gesturing towards the lobby doors. You lead the way, feeling far braver than when you’d left. 
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter Two: Uncaged, Unhinged
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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From the corner of your eye, you watched as Alastor joined, scowling in defeat.  
You couldn’t help laughing at his expression. He looked as though he had a thousand things he’d rather be doing than this, and yet he tolerated it, at best.  
“What would be so amusing, dear?” 
Trying to compose yourself, you purse your lips, gazing back into the stream. The light is disturbed by a beaming shadow, still pointing out little fish and creatures that pass by.  
“You look like you’ve been dragged here against your will. Which yeah, i get it, you have. But you don’t need to do any of this. You know the rest of us just deal with our... ‘hormones and infatuations’? We suck it up and get on with it, or indulge them, when reasonable. It doesn’t have to take over your whole damn life, and it’s really not that much of an inconvenience to get a little excited from time to time. Maybe just try getting used to sitting with the discomfort, learning how to temper it down when it gets too much. At least that way you won’t have to deal with the shadow physically dragging you everywhere you clearly don’t want to be.” 
He sat, mulling over the concept. You saw his claws repeatedly dig and scratch at the ground next to him. 
“I cannot disagree with the assessment, though it seems moderately underestimated. I have spent much of my life driven by carnal desires of a slaughtering nature; I know well how to temper those cravings. Logic and reason are plenty strong enough to restrain from killing where it would be otherwise inconvenient for my plans. This, however, seems so vehemently worthless an endeavour, with no long-term benefits. Restraining an urge i have no means to justify is... frustrating. To say the least. Yet, the infernal shadow’s behaviour is becoming problematic, making it difficult to get by without fusing with it. Do you understand the issue?”
You shook your head, feeling as though you were trying to read a book about psychopathy that just wasn’t sinking in. “I guess not. Sorry.” 
He sighed, staring out into the woods and hunching over. 
You noticed the lack of shadow in the water, subtly trying to spy it in your periphery. A sinking feeling crept over you as Alastor almost inaudibly snarled under his breath. 
The sudden wisps of smoke startled you; from the couple of metres away that Alastor sat, the shadow now dominated his form, encasing him in rich black mist. You studied him cautiously. He leaned back, lowering to lay supine on the grass with his knees bent, twirling blades of grass in his fingers.  
You gave him space, assuming he was working out the self-control he needed. 
“How strange.” 
“Hmm?” 
“My memories. They seem... tainted, now i wear the shadow like this. Flavoured with emotions i myself was not experiencing at the time. Do you recall the day you brought Moni back to the hotel?” 
You blinked, trying to work out the series of events that led to her joining the hotel. “Sort of... she was barely making it through her addiction, needed a place to crash and withdraw. This was the only safe place i could find. I think I'd been here for a week or so before she let me drag her ass here?” 
“Yes. She was quite the wreck at the time. Though you weren’t far better.” 
“Uhhhh thanks...?” 
He snorted, amusement twisting his smile. “There’s curiosity there now, when i look back. Fascination. The shadow appreciated the efforts you made to help her, i think.” 
“Did you even notice me? I’d... uh... it seemed that you had no idea who i was until the shadow made you look. Even then, i know I'm just another wayward soul to you.” 
His smile faltered, mind envisioning memories you couldn’t see. “Not particularly, I'm afraid. You were hardly of any interest to our cause, yet another guest to entertain as Charlotte indulges her desperate fantasies of redemption.” 
You hold back a wince, biting your tongue at the cold dismissal. “That’s you speaking, not the shadow, i take it.” 
“Of course. The shadow is far from reasonable in the matter. It longed for your attention well before it became brave enough to make contact. It would add seasonings to your dishes behind my back, just the way you liked them, or adjusted cushions where it knew you were about to sit. I’d hardly noticed, simply assuming it was trying to make the space more accommodating for guests in general. How wrong i was, now the memories taste so very strong under its influence.” 
“Damn, and here i was, completely oblivious too.” 
His face turned towards you, slightly disturbing the grass. “How long had you been infatuated?” 
You swallow loudly, awkwardness flaming in your cheeks at the question. Clearing your throat, you ask him to clarify. 
“I have an amusingly wide spectrum of memories from where you were in the lounge, kitchen, dining room, even courtyard where i was nearby. Looking back now, the shadow became excited every single time you looked at me, which was... a lot.” 
You visibly cringed, placing a hand over your mouth as regret crashed into you. Your face scrunched under the embarrassment, wishing to be anywhere but here. 
His chuckle interrupted your spiralling. He caught your eye and curled a finger to summon you over. Your heart thudded wildly, still trapped between shame and uncertainty. 
Ever so cautiously, you slowly stood, taking the few steps needed to get closer before lowering to your knees beside him. He sat up, leaning on one arm, the other reaching up to stroke your cheek. “How intensely you lather on this makeup, shielding your emotions. It’s hardly necessary. You wear your desires in your expressions, an open book for anyone who knows what they’re looking for. Tis an absolute pity you chose someone who can’t read.” 
A laugh escaped you before biting hard on your tongue, trying to be respectful of his honesty. Still, you felt your cheeks betray your amusement as they lifted involuntarily.  
He brushed his thumb across your lower lip, shifting your mood instantly. Your breath caught, looking up to meet his conflicted gaze. You remained perfectly still out of fear for ruining his curiosity. How long you’d wanted this, praying and fantasizing incessantly; there was no way you’d willingly ruin it now. 
“There you are, ma chérie. Hopelessly drawn to me. I’ve never known anyone so utterly foolish.” 
You drew a shaky breath, hands gripping onto your knees with anticipation, not daring to look away. He leaned close, replacing his thumb with slow strokes of his cool tongue. Your body responded immediately; tensing your arms, pressing your thighs together, clenching your inner muscles. His tasting became a delicate exploration as he probed into your mouth, not quite in a kiss; it felt more like an act of power over you as you stayed so very obediently still. Only when his lips pressed firmly to yours did you kiss him back. 
“My body craves you, my darling. Would you indulge me a little further?” 
You nod eagerly. He shifts awkwardly, rising onto his knees and cupping your face in both hands as he leaned over you. Tentatively you reached a hand up to hold his hip, immediately pulling back when you felt him freeze. You mutter an apology against his lips, swallowing regret for crossing a line.  
He moved a hand to support your upper back as he paused the kiss, slowly lowing you to the dewy grass. Your legs freed from underneath you but remained tightly pressed together as you fought for self-control. He lifted your wrists above your head, holding them in place with one hand. You squirmed against the heat that built below at his command. 
Whispering in your ear, he ordered you to not touch him without permission, and to speak clearly if you needed him to stop. You nodded wordlessly in obedience.  
“Turn over for me, darling. Mind your legs.” 
You awkwardly laugh as the motion is far from graceful with your hands pinned above your head. One you’re done shuffling, you wriggle your hips to make him laugh, too. He doesn’t. Instead, he pressed his hand on your lower back, pinning you to the ground and making you gasp as the cold dew seeps through the front of your dress.  
“Keep your hands there, i will need both of mine free. If i must use restraints, i shall.” 
You groan under your breath, feeling loss of control over the heat pooling below. It was getting to the point that you needed friction to tame it down. 
He lets your wrist go, trusting you’ll behave. 
He kneels straddling your ankles, slowly pushing your dress up your legs, stopping at the curve of your ass. He strokes the back of your thigh, pressing fingers deep into the hamstrings as a massage, teasing ever so close to your backside before working back down again. You wondered if this was meant to be nice, or seductive, feeling a little of both. That changed as soon as he began working your inner thigh muscles, humming a tune quietly as you stifled moans and pressed your head into your arm. Your hips swayed involuntarily, legs twitching with frustration. His fingers coursed higher, brushing the crevice of your thigh where it met your groin, making you arch your back as a silent beg. He didn’t push you down this time; he caressed the skin at the top of your thigh where it met your underwear, allowing you to squirm with the excitement. A cool breeze drifted over your backside as he hitched the dress higher, exposing you to him. Having no idea what to expect, you released slow, shaky breaths and clutched your fingers together above your head.  
He guided the material down slowly, making a curious ‘hmm’ as he noted your soaked-through panties.  
“May i touch you, ma chérie?” 
In a needy whine, you gave him permission, tilting your hips further back towards him. 
Two of his long fingers stroked your slit, icy against your heat. He was far gentler this time, and only spent brief moments circling your clit before stroking back down the length of your pussy. Your leg shook in response every time he caught you just right; his rhythm, initially unsteady, began to curate a symphony of strokes, circles and pressure, easing off and rubbing in response to whether you leaned into him or flinched away. Soon, you were no longer teaching him with your hips, now just rocking and grinding against his fingers. Your shoulders began to ache from the arch you held in your back, having been tensely contracted in anticipation so long. You tried to communicate without words, whining and pressing your hips back towards him. 
“Speak to me, tell me what you want.” 
“Y-you. Please.” 
“You have me. Be clear; i cannot read your mind.” 
“In... mmmhh-ah, inside me, please.” 
He’d clearly assumed you’d meant his digits, to which you cried out as two fingers penetrated you alarmingly harshly. The claws stabbed into muscle deep inside, making you wince and grit your teeth, clenching tightly.  
“Is... is this pleasure or pain? You��ve stopped moving.” 
Between shallow gasps you answer, “ah... a little... pain...” 
He withdrew immediately, stroking your hip with one hand and resting the other near your head to lean down next to your ear. “You must speak up, darling, please. This is so very intense for me, i hardly know how to control it.” 
Your turn your head enough to look at him, the grin on your face mixed with the pleasant daze of anticipation. “I will, this is just so fucking hot. I love feeling you explore and try things out. Please don’t stop.” 
He chuckled placing a smoky kiss on your temple. “Very well. I am beginning to lose restraint, especially with the intensity of my shadow’s lust. I don’t know how you survived it for so long, it must have been... arduous to cope with such a demanding creature.” 
“It was pretty amazing, actually. If not completely terrifying.” 
His hand froze on your hip, eyes widening. “How so?” 
You smirked, “please do remember it was something of a secret affair at the time, one even you didn’t know about. I had entire conversations with you while it was going down on me. You remember me basically passing out in the kitchen?” 
His eyes blanked before refocusing, mouth parting in a mix of horror and amusement. “THAT’S what that was? You were... orgasming?” 
You licked your lower lip, stretching your arms in front of you and tensing your thighs, lost in the delicious memory. 
His lips brushed your ear, grazing the skin with his teeth. “How very inappropriate of it. I do apologize for the public spectacle.” 
“Mmmm no, I'm more than okay with it. I survived. And it got me here, didn’t it?” 
“Perhaps, though i feel honesty might have been a better course of action. I might have indulged your little fantasies sooner.” 
You gasped, feeling your body tense at the filthy promises.  
“Hindsight’s a bitch, huh?” 
“Hardly so for me, I'm not the one who’s had to wait for so very long.” 
“Wait?” 
His grin spread as he kissed your neck. “Mmmhm, even with my limited experience i can tell how badly you seek to be taken, my darling.” 
Needy gasps escaped your throat as he delicately circled two fingers around your entrance. You whispered and whined, pleading for him. The thought flashed across your mind; did he not know you and the shadow had already ... 
He interrupted your train of thought with sudden movement, pressing your legs together and raising your hips. You tucked your knees under you, feeling incredibly exposed at this angle. Lifting onto your forearms, you keep your hands knotted together; only for him to lean over you, hips pressing into your backside as he pushed your elbows out from under you, dropping your chest to the floor in a tight arch of your back. The position felt utterly indecent, pornographic even.  
He teased the length of your slit and pressed a claw with feather-light touch to your clit in alternating strokes while you heard the rustling of clothing being undone. Your hips lowered slightly as you clenched your thighs, legs already feeling unsteady in your excitement. 
The seconds felt like hours in between him undoing his trousers to the moment he brushed his tip against your slit, encased in the cold sheath of shadow in almost painful contrast to your heat. You peeked back at him from under your lashes, struck by the shaking lip and lustful hungry eyes. His cock felt steady as he held himself in one hand, the other spreading and clutching your hip. Your eyes slammed shut as he sank into you, slowly stretching your body to divine fullness as you twitched against him. Dragging in shallow breaths, you tried so very hard to hold still, yet naturally sank back to take his full length. You felt the sting of pierced skin at your hip as he shook, trying to retain control. Your eyes stayed shut, focusing entirely on how he felt inside you. 
Painfully slowly, he drew back to the tip; your body was so lost in need, instinct took over. You chased him, leaning back onto his cock and trying to take him inside you again, rolling your hips to ride what you could reach in this angle. He stilled, breathing raggedly, filling the air with pitches of static and radio tuning as you spread your knees wider beneath him, angling your pelvis to catch his tip on the front of your vaginal wall, stroking you to Heaven from the inside.  
His hand seemed to engulf you, scratching both your lower abdomen and back with the length of his fingers. Your pace quickened as the tension built, muscle aching with delicious heat as you used him to get off. You heard a distorted snarl, barely managing to blink before he leaned over, burying his cock so deep inside you it stung, making your moan twist into a shriek. The grass disturbed next to your face, just about catching your attention over the rough grinding of Alastor’s hips. In slitted eyes, you could make out impossibly long claws digging inches into the ground. His breaths faltered into snarls and growls as he began to thrust, leaning over you until his teeth dragged across your neck and shoulder. Fear pierced you before the teeth did; He only sank in for a second before hovering his maw over you, incredibly hot breath startling in comparison to the icy teeth. He panted over you, animalistic and instinctual, fighting every desire he had to bite. You forced your eyes to open enough to look ahead, stunned by the length of black antlers bowing into the ground ahead of you. True fear gripped you as the panic struck, tasting how very close to being maulled you were.  
His weight shifted as he began to choke, slipping out of you as he was dragged backwards. You spun to look, though very much wished you hadn’t; Every story you’d heard, every drawing you’d seen, none of it encapsulated how terrifying the Radio Demon was in his monstrous form, with black shadows rolling off him as green sutures pierced his lips, sewing them near-shut. When his eyes wrenched open, they too were pitch-black, with vivid glowing radio dials for irises. Nausea overcame you, making you bite your tongue to hold back the rising bile. You backed up slowly, your dress falling to cover yourself as you gained just a tiny bit more distance between you and the writhing demon. 
He threw himself into an arch, snarling and shaking, massive claws bared at everything and nothing.  
You understood as soon as you saw the thick mist peel from him into its own form, becoming the physical manifestation of your shadow, just as oversized and furious as the Radio Demon was. His crimson suit grew with him as he snarled at his own shadow. The black silhouette loomed over him with vivid, angry red eyes, jagged maw in a frown as it silently threatened Alastor. You cowered, adrenaline pounding violently in your ears as you stared petrified at the stand-off. 
Alastor clenched his fists, gritting his teeth and bowing his head, forcing himself to regain composure. It was no less of a relief when he shrank back to his normal demon form, especially since the furious shadow remained hulking over him.  
You dragged in a shaky breath, trying to keep as quiet as possible. A slight sting from your shoulder caught your attention from where he’d bitten into, though you didn’t dare look away to assess the damage. Alastor’s face slowly adjusted into tight control, breathing through his nose as the shadow reformed into a two-dimensional state. 
It came to check on you, leaving Alastor sat facing slightly away from you, eyes closed, breathing tensely. The shadow immediately cupped your face, pressing its forehead to yours before gently inspecting your shoulder. You looked down, seeing the shallow pierced oval of terrifyingly wide jaws. There was hardly any blood, but the mark would be less than ideal to hide under your normal clothing. You chewed your cheek, adrenaline slowly coming down as the shadow wrapped its arms around your waist and rested its head against yours. 
You sought the invisible hands, interlacing your fingers and closing your eyes, finally feeling a little safer knowing it would protect you. 
You heard a shifting from Alastor as he fixed his appearance, though his face was the closest you’d ever seen to a frown that his fake smile would allow. Real pain flashed in his eyes, shame even. He didn’t look up at you as he spoke, running his fingers through his hair as the antlers shrank back into place. 
“Come, we need to get you back to the hotel. I shall walk ahead, leading the way. You stay with the shadow. Are you... able to walk?” 
You swallowed, anxiety spiking as he spoke to you. Your legs felt shaky, but otherwise fine to stand. Bracing against his shadow, you got to your feet, kicking off your heels and carrying them by the straps for stability.  
You didn’t let go of the icy hand the whole way, cautiously keeping a distance from Alastor. He never turned back, nor spoke again, even as he led you through his room, down the corridor and to your bedroom. He wordlessly stepped aside, giving plenty of space for you to pass, hovering in the corridor as the shadow walked you to the bathroom door. The logic made fear swirl in your gut; either he goes back to his room and you get the distance you desperately needed, but you lose your precious shadow’s support, or they both stay, and you have to deal with the vivid flashbacks of his loss of control. Hovering uselessly near the bathroom, indecision tore through you. 
The shadow answered your struggle with what felt like a goodbye; it embraced you tightly, squeezing just firmly enough to make you feel safe again, planting a cold kiss on your forehead before disappearing. It was gone so quickly, your heart dropped to the floor. You ran to your now-shut bedroom door, throwing it open to stop him leaving.  
He’d already gone, the corridor completely empty besides the early-morning grey hues and your own regret.
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Chapter One: First We Learn
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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Pressed against the cold jacket, your heated skin felt electrified.  
Instinct took over as your mind swam, stroking your hands up his lapels towards his collar, pausing briefly as you felt him hesitate against your lips.  
You drew back, blinking and unsteady, fighting against the urgency aching between your thighs as you tried to discern his expression. In the dim light, you could make out the smile, encased in thick smoky shadow, contrasted to the knotting of his brow. 
Releasing a shaky breath, you slowly lower your hands to his upper arms, still trapped in his hold. He looks to you quizzically, the expression of the Radio Demon winning out over his shadow. 
Already regretting your hesitation, you steady yourself to speak. 
“Are you sure about this, Alastor?” 
Your voice was far breathier than intended, earning a static-tainted chuckle from the black maw.  
In response, he spun on the spot, carrying you to the edge of the bed and neatly pinning you against the bedpost. You clutch onto his shoulders, quietly squealing in the sudden spin.  
He gave a satisfied hum as the tentacle looped around the post, circling your waist, holding you firmly against the wood. “I’m only as certain as i am confident you will respect my boundaries, my darling. I have no such faith in the shadow within. You have been so very obedient to it; i may only ask you grant me the same patience. If i make a request of you, i expect you to obey. If it is too much, i require you to tell me, immediately.” 
You nodded, feeling the pressure of the limb tighten under your ribs as he let his arms drop from around you. He took a step back, irises glowing vivid in the crimson sclera, silhouetted in the soft green lighting. You’re partially distracted by the hue, noticing the torn down wall for the first time. It was mesmerizing, unfathomably beautiful, and completely distracting. You watched the slow floating of fireflies dancing in gnarled trees, the sway of tall grasses and rustling bushes into what you could only assume was Alastor’s personal enchanted forest. 
“Quite entrancing isn’t it? I rather enjoy the sight, though it is the livestock that keeps me satisfied.” 
You blink, startled back to reality as you try to draw in a lungful of air, restricted by the tentacle. Alastor stands in front of you, facing slightly towards the woods, looking comfortable and unphased in his usual red suit.  
You rest your hands on the black muscle, wondering if you should try escaping it since Alastor had clearly lost interest. 
A claw tip caught your chin, tilting your face to look up at the deepest eyes you’d ever seen. Your chest closes, pulse stuttering impossibly loudly in your ears. 
“I never said you could move, my dear. I have quite new sensations I'd like to explore, which you have kindly given me permission to do so, unless the invitation is rescinded?” 
“N-no, i still want... you.” 
He chuckled, the eyebrow raising with a devious grin. 
“Me? Not specifically the shadow?” 
Your hips move of their own accord, twitching as you clench your thighs together. 
“I thought... you said the shadow was part of you?” 
“I did. Rather, you well know it has a mind of its own when it comes to these things. And yet, it is me you’re staring at quite hungrily right now. I can almost feel the shadow’s pang of jealousy inside.” 
You inhaled deeply in your nose, resting your head back against the bedpost and closing your eyes. Quietly, you ask, “then who should i want, Alastor? Right now, it’s you that’s pinning me to your bed.” 
He gave a pleased hum as he neared, keeping his hands politely folded behind his back as he leaned over you. “Perhaps i could make this more fun. For me, anyway. I’m certain you’d enjoy yourself either way.” 
Words failed you as you saw malice in his expression, lips curling higher in his smile. He dropped down, catching the bottom of your dress and raising it to slip under. 
His shoulders forced between your legs, stretching the dress material to its limit as Alastor pried your legs as wide as the clothing would allow. You just about had purchase of the floor on your tip toes, trying to prevent some of the constriction from being held up by your waist. His skin felt so incredibly warm, a shocking contrast to the shadow you’d been so used to. Even his saliva had heat to it as he drew a line from the bottom of your inner thigh up to the very edge of your slit, making you shiver with excitement. 
He wrapped his hand around your knee, bracing his back against the other and tilting to reach his tongue to your underwear. The probing muscle curled around the material, brushing against your slit incredibly gently, pulling your underwear down with a swift pull of teeth. Now halfway down your thigh, the material dug into your skin as he stretched your dress further, pressing his nose to your groin as he traced you with an exploring tongue. Your legs jittered as he parted you, tongue clumsily reaching as though inexperienced and curious. The sensation fascinated you; he wasn’t providing you the friction you needed, and certainly not the rhythm, but the anticipation? Incredible.  
Your hips bucked as the curiosity intensified, adding pressure to the pointed licks. He was a quick study, picking up on your thighs clenching against his hand and back when he tasted your clit. He messily tried to find purchase, a mix between a kiss and a bite, narrowly missing the sweet spot in the difficult angle. You whined, urgency overwhelming you as you sought relief. 
Your dress rustled as Alastor shook free, resting on one knee as he fixed his hair. He seemed almost frustrated, curling his lip as he thoughtfully stared at your body. 
You carefully adjusted your legs closed, forcing shallow breaths as you wince. 
He catches your expression, briefly looking concerned. 
In a second, he’s stood upright, the tentacle no longer holding you up. You drop slightly, unsteady, stumbling to the mattress below with a giggle. 
Behind Alastor, you notice the familiar gleeful face spinning and spiralling up the wall, eyes curved with excitement. Alastor looks back over his shoulder, irritation evident. 
You grin up at him, amused. “Hey, are you okay? You seem... distracted.” 
He shook his head as if clearing his mind. “I apologize my dear, there are many sensations going on in both my mind and body, many of which i have no control over. And i am very deeply fond of control.” 
At this he glares at the shadow, who silently laughs back. 
“Is there anything i can do to give you that control?” 
He looks back at you, a smirk crossing his face. “I suppose that depends. Are you willing to continue, knowing i may not be as... effective as the shadow?” 
Your hips jolt involuntarily, surprising you both. “I... want you to learn... using me. Please?” 
He appraised you before wandering over to the bed, his expression insistent and demanding. You didn’t dare look away, hardly able to breathe as he stepped forward, cupping your chin. He leaned in close, hovering just above your face, lips flicking up at the edges as he saw you struggle not to push his boundaries. Your hands curled into the sheets at your side, fighting the urge to move just a fraction closer to kiss him.  
Sudden cold vices gripped your wrists, pinning your hands in front of you. Glancing down, nothing was there except the slight distortion of skin where invisible hands clutched your wrists. You were about to look for the shadow when Alastor claimed your mouth, holding your jaw prisoner in one hand and pulling your hair firmly back with the other, tilting you back onto the bed. His knee rested next to your hip, tempting you beyond measure to move your hands to where his trousers hovered just above you. Icy grips prevented you from doing so, further heightening your need and breaking into a high-pitched whine.  
His hand moved from your jaw to your dress, lifting it to your waist as high as it could go as your bodyweight snagged the material beneath you. He stroked his claws down your abdomen, head tilting slightly as you snatched in a breath; the scratching was unwelcome in such a sensitive, ticklish area. He studied your face as the claws moved to your groin, slowly lowering as your eyelids fluttered. Your back arched off the bed as he got a better feel for your shape in this angle, gently using two fingers to find areas that your body responded to with jitters and soft moans. You cried out as he pressed too hard, overstimulating your clit with more pain than pleasure. He immediately adjusted the pressure, using your own excitement to lubricate his fingers and circle the nerve endings with better focus. A smile broke out over your face as he worked out the angles, gradually increasing the speed until you were writhing beneath him. The intensity made your thighs ache and stomach knot, feeling electric shocks rather than heat at your lower body. You bit your lip and whined, scrunching your face against the powerful sensations.  
Relief came in the unexpected cold tongue forcing inside you, compounding Alastor’s insistent manipulation of your clit with a delicious fullness you craved so very badly. Your whines became pants as your hips rocked, losing rational thought as the tongue curled and writhed within you, the tip pressing against your front wall with practiced precision. You answered to the worshipping tongue with prayers of your own, crying out so loudly Alastor had to pin his hand over your mouth as waves of pleasure tore you apart. You moaned into his hand, hips rocking violently, orgasm spiralling again and again at the unrelenting tongue. He fucked you deeper, making your hips rise off the bed and legs shake until it withdrew. Alastor’s hands clumsily slowed, stroking down the length of your slit until he felt your quivering entrance.  
“Hmmm, so that explains that then. It seems i had a little help.” 
You couldn’t answer as he slowly inserted two fingers, the heat of his claws a shock against the cold saliva that had filled you.  
“I like the way this feels, darling. Your body is positively begging, even without your own control. The way you tighten around me,” he gestured with the curl of the fingers, making you jolt and whine, “i imagine that would feel quite pleasurable around... elsewhere.” 
The thought was just as electrifying as the sharpness of claws seeking your body’s responses. Overstimulation began to burn in your chest as you struggled with shallow breaths, giving your head a shake to try to form words. “S-sto- ah, fuck, stop-p please!” 
He obeyed immediately, practically yanking his hand back, much to your body’s shock. 
You peeked up at him, uncertain where even to begin. His eyes flashed with something akin to frustration as he looked down your torso. 
At least your body now had space to settle from the last orgasm. Relieved, you went to move your hands, reminded of the vice-tight grips. You give a small tug, asking the shadow to let you go. Your hands are freed instantly; rolling your wrists and flexing your fingers, you brace them behind you and sit up, delicately avoiding Alastor’s gaze. His silence worried you more than anything. 
He leaned back, resting propped on an arm, staring at the wall blankly.  
A flicker of darkness caught your eye, swirling around you and resting to your left. The little face seemed almost reassuring, giving you a timid smile and stroking your arm. You softly smiled back, wondering how the Hell you got in this mess. 
The thought occurred to you; “Hey, Alastor? How come i haven’t seen the shadow since you got back until now?” 
He side-eyed you to meet your gaze, not turning his head or body; the expression tightly controlled and unreadable behind a fake smile. 
“When i returned, i felt i had quite the effective control over the thing. It obeyed, stayed within, infusing per se with the rest of me. I had a rather disturbing week with what i can only assume to describe as hormones and ridiculous infatuation. I suppose now i must have... lost said control, as the sensations overwhelmed me. It’s extremely jarring to feel your instincts unravelling all your conscious thought when that is all you are used to.” 
“So you... split?” 
“In a way.” 
The shadow wrapped its arms around you, nuzzling into your neck with its cold face. You half-smiled, staring at the same wall Alastor did as you rubbed the shadow’s invisible arm. 
“Is that... easier? Leaving that part of you alone?” 
“Far be it for me to point out, i don’t know. My own shadow is obsessing over you, driving me towards you as though fate itself couldn’t restrain it. Myself, however, i have far greater issues to fret than this frivolous pursuit.” 
You cringed, wholly agreeing. “If it helps, i am sorry you’re caught up in this. As i said, i did try to give you space.” 
His snort was one of sarcasm, compounding with the flash of irritation on his face. “Yes, and how very well that turned out.” 
You swallowed, anxiety curling in your belly, regretting ever trying to gain the Radio Demon’s attention, for his sake rather than yours this time. He really truly seemed trapped. And he wasn’t the kind of demon that did well in a cage. 
Alastor snarled, eyes glowing brighter as he turned to face you. You jumped, petrified by the sudden change. In shock, you realize his eyes aren’t locked on yours, but slightly over your shoulder. He stared as you shook, teeth bared at the shadow you knew would be lurking. 
Grunting, he gritted his teeth and stood, hand tightly balled into a fist before extending out to you. Your body shivers, paralyzed in fear. The anger on his face demanded your compliance, despite your warring anxiety.  
“Do you not recall our agreement? If i make a request of you, you are to obey, without question. Stand. Now.” 
Cold hands firmly press against your lower back, forcing you off the bed to stand. Alastor’s hand is still extended, a look of sheer disdain on his face. Feeling survival instincts win out over the command, you shake your head infinitesimally, pressing back against the shadow’s hands in denial. 
He curls the fingers into a tight fist, eyes and closed-lip smile both immensely rigid as he turned to face the exposed treeline. 
In contrast to Alastor’s fierce attitude, the shadow was reassuring, kind. It swirled around you, stirring the lower hem of your dress and catching your hand to hold. You grip it tightly, entirely unsure what was happening.  
Alastor strode forward, just a fraction faster than necessary, making the shadow pull you forward by the arm to keep pace. You take the little step down from floorboards to grass, fascinated by the sudden change in the air. 
It washed over you with a humidity unbeknownst to Hell, with the mildest breeze from unknown sources. The distant trees were obscured with pale fog, rolling into a mysterious span of woodland far beyond your vision. 
You followed dutifully, only trusting the cool hand interlaced with yours, studying the beautiful view in any direction other than the crimson to your left. 
A few minutes of silent treading passed, crossing tree roots and small streams as you made your way deeper into the illusion. The walk eased your anxiety enough to carefully look at Alastor, assessing him from behind. The tension in his own shoulders had eased fractionally, fists behind his back no longer stretching the skin taut.  
Scraping together some confidence, you quietly ask, “where are we going?” 
He glared over his shoulder, back at the shadow rather than you.  
“I hardly know, dear. This was not my choice.” 
You blink, glancing down at the excited little face and slowing to a halt. It beams up at you, releasing your hand to spread its arms as if showing you the beautiful glade. You muffle a surprised laugh, feeling warmth creep over your chest before tearing your eyes away to look around. 
Alastor stood at an angle to you, disgust curling his lip as the little shadow showed you flowers, small insects, tiny fish in a stream. The Radio Demon became easy to ignore as you found the little demonstrations so endearing.  
Perching on the stream’s bank, you sink into the damp grass and sigh, letting your shoes disturb the fine ripple of clear water. 
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) Prologue
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, sort of monster-fucky, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump
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Prologue 
A note turned up on your bed one evening, with no warning. Heart pounding, you opened the unlabelled envelope and slid the delicate paper out, noting the scrawled handwriting.  
If you wish to meet the shadow, please visit past 11pm tonight. Discretion strongly advised. If you wish to leave it in the past, please ignore this invitation and burn the paper accordingly. Sincerely, Alastor 
Every rational thought you ever had left your body. The way you felt transcended anything logical; excitement, thrill, temptation, desire, even obsession came to mind for how your heart overpowered reason. 
You waited the excruciatingly long hours leading up to 11pm. Minutes crawled by, no distractions able to ease the anxiety.  
At nearly five to Eleven, you sat on the edge of your bed, makeup done, long black dress, hair curled, the works. Getting ready was all you could do, like putting on armour against whatever lay ahead. 
At one minute to Eleven, you left your room. Each step measured and cautious, quietly treading the patterned carpets down to the most terrifying door of the hotel. 
You hesitated, hand hovering ready to knock, feeling fear settle deep into your chest and take root.  
The tiniest little echo rebounds from the door as you rap your knuckles gently on the wood.  
The handle twists, opening to a span of darkness, illuminated by soft green glows from the far left of the room. Ahead, Alastor stood a few metres back, withdrawing the tentacle that opened the door. His head tilts, a smirk on his lips as you stand, twisting your fingers nervously. His form shimmers, moulding into smoke, engulfing him in the blur of a silhouette with daring crimson irises and a single red rose tucked in the lapel of his jacket.  
Your breath hitches, recognizing the excitement now lighting up his dark eyes. You cross the threshold, the door silently closing behind you. 
Unspoken memories cross his expression as you take a step closer, shivering at the sight of him manifested as shadow.  
His hand extends out to you, a silent invitation. Your hand trembles as your fingers softly take his, inhaling sharply as you feel the familiar cold. His hand strokes across your face, a gentle exploration of fingertips and claws. Your eyelids flutter as he weaves his hand into your hair, confident and gentle. 
You peek up at him, hesitant, wondering if this was him or his shadow right now. 
He met your concerned expression, speaking in radio-static whispers. 
“You know this part of me far better than i do, ma chérie. I only ask that you are patient.” 
He releases your hand, tracing the fingers up your arm in icy fire. His fingertips brush the whole distance, softly sweeping across your shoulder, collarbone, neck, to finally cup your jaw. Unsure what to do with your hands, you timidly reach up, hovering above his torso, afraid to overstep. He presses his body into your hands, giving permission to touch him gently. The distance between you closes, his face lowering immeasurably slowly to yours as he appraises every reaction. Your mind is spinning from shallow breathing, chest wound tight, deep internal muscles clenching eagerly. His lips flicker into a wider smile, enjoying your visceral reaction to his proximity. Controlled, delicate, intoxicating – he sinks down into your lips, tasting you with gentle flicks of his tongue as his mouth explores yours. Your heart stutters and races, fingers knot into his lapels as you kiss him deeper. Lips that know yours so well, yet are only tasting you for the first time, a heady blend of exploration and desire. Unlike his shadow, Alastor has to pause for breath, smiling against your lips as he draws in much needed air. Your legs shake beneath you, warning of the dizziness creeping over you. He releases a hand from your hair, encircling it around your waist to support you, pulling you to him in a swift demanding motion.  
Only the Radio Demon and his Shadow knew of the sweet promises and broken screams you released at his mercy that night. 
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In the moment, it almost seemed like you could have a happy ending. What a shame that the story continued, as broken and urgent for relief as you were. 
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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The Burn Within the Ice (HH AFAB SMUTFIC SEQUEL) AO3 link
This story is directly following on from Secrets Between Our Shadows. Please enjoy the first story before diving headfirst into this one. Context is highly recommended. As is your attention. The Shadow demands it.
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Alastor's shadow takes an interest in the reader, seducing her with logic-and-physics-defying feats of romance and touch, bringing her to heights of pleasure at the most inappropriate times. Alastor himself is blissfully unaware, until forced to confront the obsession his shadow has over its favourite sinner.
Secrets Between Our Shadows is only the beginning. Now the reader has to survive Alastor himself.
Ruthless, powerful, and utterly furious at bending to his shadow's will, the Radio Demon is wrath personified, caged in infatuation that doesn't belong to him. Secrets become harder to keep as others begin to notice the bond between him and the reader, especially when it starts to hurt Moni.
TW: Heavy smut-fic, lots of sex and orgasms, emotional rollercoasters, fluffy moments, division of personalities, public sex, overstimulation, possessive behaviour, lying to keep secrets, emotional damage and a little whump. Has the kind of happy ending that suits Alastor exactly.
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looselyreadymade · 3 days ago
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Hope you're ready for this WIP...
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Saddle up Bitches, we ride (shadow smut dick) at dawn 😈🦌🌹
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