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selineram3421 · 1 month ago

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Deer Demon Child Headcanons

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor & Child Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ protective Alastor, gn child reader, Disney mention, Brothers Grimm mention, cussing. ⚠

"Good morning my little royal/prince/princess!", Alastor greets you in the morning.

He's set up a nice little place for you in his room, something he conjured up but you picked out everything that was your favorite.

Originally, you were supposed to have a whole hotel room to yourself but Vaggie had said it would be safer with him. Which wasn't wrong. No stranger would dare enter his room unless they wanted to die a second death.

So, with a cozy nest (bed, it's a bed) and willow leaves acting as canopy curtains, you had a place of your own.

One day you ask him for books while eating breakfast with the hazbin crew and they all suggest fairy tales, Disney books that are very fanciful, and more.

He gets a range of books for you and suggests reading one story from each to see which ones you like more.

They watch and read along with you, Charlie picking out some with bright covers.

However, you end up picking out a book he recognizes. The Brothers Grimm fairy tales.

"Oh, uh. That one's a little scary, don't you think?" Charlie says and lifts up one of the books she picked. "Why not this one? It's got really nice pictures!"

"But I like this one..", you pout and hold the book closer. "It has a lot of stories in it, not just one."

Alastor smiles and pats your head. "Whatever pleases you my little fawn! Might I suggest one?", he says and hands you another book. "It has poems and short stories."

"That's fucking Edgar Allen Poe!", Vaggie says. "Why are you giving them that book?"

"Just a suggestion. If they don't like it, they can always get rid of it.", he counters and snaps a paper into existence. "If anyone else has suggestions for them, write it down."

You have your own little bookshelf of your favorites by the end of the month.

Then there is the day when Lucifer comes over.

"And these are our hotel residents!", Charlie says and begins introducing everyone. "Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and-", she looks around for you, noticing you're hiding behind her. "Oh, there you are."

Lucifer finds you adorable.

"Why, hello there!", the King says and kneels down to meet your gaze. "I'm Lucifer, and you?"

You mumble out your name and hide a little more behind Charlie.

Then Alastor shows up soon after.

"I'm Alastor! The Radio Demon. I'm sure you've heard of me from my broadcasts.", he says grinning down at the King. "You're much shorter in real life."

"Never heard of you."

The two butt heads with sarcasm, insults, and Alastor covers your ears as he curses at the short King.

"Haha! Fuck you."

"O-K!", Charlie quickly pushes the two away from each other. "Let's get back on with the tour.", she guides her Dad away quickly.

Alastor pats your head before lifting you up, resting you on his hip for a moment to adjust you in his hold.

"Were you two fighting?", you ask.

"Oh no, we just had a small disagreement my deer.", he says and boops your nose. "Let's join Charlie on the tour, yes?"

You nod and snuggle into his chest.

With a gentle smile and a wave of his hand, he poofs your stuffed voodoo doll in his hold before giving it to you.

"Ok, why is no one else concerned about this?", Lucifer gestures to Alastor and you.

Vaggie speaks up. "Alastor is their main caretaker, and he does a surprisingly good job. The little one hasn't made any complaints about him."

The King "sneakily" hands a note to you, and Alastor looks at the paper confused.

You unfold it and end up reading it out loud. "Blink twice if you need help-"

"Oh for goodness sake-!", Alastor holds his hand out for the note.

You give it to him and watch as he burns it in a green flame.

"Let's get on with the tour already, we are wasting time here."

Then a flapper barges into the hotel singing and Alastor tells you to stay away from her.

"She may be a friend, but she is a reckless one. Mimzy won't care if you get hurt. Stay clear of her, understand?"

"I understand.", you nod.

After leaving Mimzy at the bar, Alastor hands you off to Vaggie when Husk stops the deer to talk.

Lucifer asks why you're in the "red place" and Charlie pulls him away to talk.

Vaggie continues walking with you in her arms and pats your head. "So.. Do you like your books?"

"I love them!"

"Really? Which one is your favorite of favorites?"

You excitedly told her your favorite.

Charlie and Lucifer return with small smiles.

When you are all on the balcony, and the conversation turns more serious, the hotel suddenly shakes.

Vaggie holds you tight as she runs down and gets her spear. She passes you along to the King.

"Uh.., hi.", the blonde man says awkwardly, holding you at a distance. "Let me just..", he adjusts his hold on you and now carries you like a football on his hip. "Yeah, that's fine."

The King walks over towards the bar and tells you to hide under the counter before going to the front door near Charlie.

It's loud outside.

You sit on the floor and wait. Things somewhat calm and then you hear Alastor do his radio noises.

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"I gave them to Lucifer.", Vaggie says.

"I put them behind the bar counter.", the King replies.

Alastor walks around and finds you hiding under one of the corner shelves and picks you up. Mumbling about how dusty your clothes are and brushing off the dust bunnies from your clothes.

"None of you lot know how to take care of children.", the deer grumbles.

Alastor and Lucifer end up arguing about who is a better caretaker. Then you're surrounded by stuffed toys, blankets, books, clothes, and games.

Charlie finally has enough and scolds the two for messing up her lobby.

You do get to keep some things but most of it is poofed away.

Lucifer gives you a duck before leaving.

At the end of the day everyone is in the dining room. You are sleepy and finish what you could of dinner before placing your utensil down.

The Radio Demon notices and stands up, going over to take your plate.

You hold your arms up at him as soon as he is within reach. He chuckles and picks you up. You quickly get comfortable as he holds you close.

"Niffty, be a dear and take care of the clean up."

"Ok!", the little bug demon says and scurries around the room, cleaning up.

Walking back to the hotel room, Alastor speaks up. "Did you enjoy today my little deer? I hope you ignored that silly stuff the small man was saying. He doesn't know anything."

You yawn and sleepily rub your eye. "Hm? About what?"

"The King, dear. Nevermind, it's alright. He just wanted to feel better about himself.", the deer demon rolls his eyes. "I'm obviously far more skilled than he is."

"It's ok. I know you are a good Papa..", you nod off to sleep.

Alastor stands in the middle of the hallway, shocked.

He gently pats your head before continuing to the room. Once he gets to your little nest, he sets you down, taking off anything that might hurt you in your sleep or cut off blood flow, and tucks you into bed.

"Good night my little royal/princess/prince.", he whispers softly and pecks your forehead.

Finally got this done! Yay. I wanna take a nap now.

~Seline, the person.

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glitchesvoid · 10 months ago

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Flapper!Lucifer and Alastor dancing

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whatswrongwithblue · 10 months ago

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At a costume party Alastor is dressed as a pirate, and you're dressed as a bar wench... You find yourself drunk and fumbling desperately in a dark closet, him holding the door shut so no one walks in, while pinning your to the wall, while you work yourself up and down his cock.

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You know me, I had to make it just a teensy bit darker and rougher than the prompt required, but I think you're gonna like it.

Summary/TW: possessive Alastor, oral (both receiving), vaginal fingering, cock riding, creampie, alcohol consumption, biting/blood play.

Trick or Tease

You had been with Alastor for a while now and while it wasn’t exactly rare that you two were intimate, you had never seen him openly stare at you like he was doing that night.

Sex with Alastor was always an event that required lots of buildup prior and sometimes it had little to do with you.

If the two of you had spent hours of quality alone time together – dancing or talking – he might make love to you in a slow, tender fashion. The kind of long, sultry love-making that made your toes curl, your heart sing, and left no room for doubt of the depth and intensity of Alastor’s affection for you.

Other times he would return to the hotel in a quiet, seething rage and you would slink off to your room, knowing he would come and find you, and take what he needed from you. Those were the times he fucked you. It was always a brutal act and he took you in such aggressive, carnal ways that there was always a touch of fear in your heart for him then. With his cock slamming into you, drawing out each of your orgasms almost against your will, he reminded you of the sheer power imbalance in your relationship. And when he came, he always bit you, filling himself with your blood as he likewise filled you with him cum; marking you and devouring you so that you knew you were his. Reminding you that you should feel lucky to be in such a position; because if you weren’t, you’d likely be dead.

But outside of your most private moments, he rarely touched you. A chased kiss to the back of your hand before he left on the errand was the only real show of affection he would perform in front of others.

So when you had come down the stairs in your costume and he continued to stare you down from across the room, you weren’t sure what to make of it. In fact, you assumed wrongly as first that he was angry at you for your choice of costume.

Your bar maid outfit was far from slutty as far as Hell’s opinion on the matter went, but it certainly had more cleavage than your day to day outfits showed. Those tits of yours were pushed up high and looking round and inviting, sure, but otherwise the outfit was fairly modest. With a long, heavy skirt, and an apron designed to look well used and authentic, you were hardly the most scantily clad member of the hotel. Even Charlie, in her bunny costume, was showing off the entire expanse of her legs and even her lower ass cheeks and Vaggie certainly looked like she had no complaints about her girlfriend’s attire.

Again, you caught Alastor’s attention and with an irritated flush, you tried pulling up the ruffles of your shirt just a little more.

You shouldn’t care what he thought. It was your body and you still had autonomy in this relationship, or so you had been led to believe. And for fuck’s sake, the vamps and flappers of his day showed off more skin a hundred years ago.

After adjusting your clothes, you looked back up at him in time to see his eyes narrow even more as he watched you over the rim of his whiskey glass.

You huffed and grabbed your drink from the bar and down half of it in one swallow.

Fuck this.

You should be enjoying yourself. This was a party, for Satan’s sake, and it was suppose to be a rare fun night in Hell. And Alastor was looking way too yummy in his pirate costume to be acting like such a bastard when all you wanted to do was enjoy the eye candy that was your lover for the evening.

Instead, you avoided him, not wanting him to sour your mood any further. So you drank and danced, usually with Charlie, but often with Cheri or Angel, and whenever it was with the latter, you ended up with another drink in your hand.

As the night went on, you almost forgot about Alastor and his stupid, angry face. But then you realized you had gotten far more intoxicated than you intended to and you stumbled your way from the dance floor, your drunken, lonely heart searching for him as your irritation with him was washed away by the booze. All you could remember were those tight pants and the eye patch that had been traded in place of his usual monocle. You wanted to run your hands through the ruffles of his shirt before ripping them off of him.

But then you couldn’t find Alastor. As much as you searched through the crowd swarming the hotel lobby, you couldn’t find those familiar red ears and little antlers. Even through your drunken haze, trepidation began to bloom in your stomach, twisting your organs into knots of anxiety.

You remembered his anger then and in a rush of regret, realized avoiding him had been the wrong course of action.

Feeling flushed with alcohol and guilt, you swept your eyes over the dance floor one last time, no longer able to absorb the happiness and light atmosphere in the room. All you could see were the mistakes you had made that night. So you left without saying goodbye to anyone, wandering down the empty hallway that would lead you to your room and hopefully some form of reconciliation.

You blinked in confusion as the hallway suddenly went dim, the lights flickering to low before going out completely. In your drunken stupor, you weren’t sure what was happening, until a pair of arms grabbed your roughly from behind.

And then you were dissolving, falling, flying, spinning . . .

You came to in a tiny dark room, illuminated by a singular, pathetic lightbulb dangling above your head, as Alastor loomed over you, pressing you against the wall.

Your head spun for a moment longer as you got your bearings. Transporting you by shadow had been a mean trick as you often got a little motion sick from it even when sober. But your breath caught in your throat, stalling your nausea, as you looking up with shaking pupils to see Alastor’s blazing red eyes boring into you.

Before you could speak, he had a clawed hand on your jaw and pushed you harder into the wall behind you.

“Did you really think teasing me all night was a good idea?”

“I’m sorry- ” you squeaked out as he lunged at you but then his mouth was at your neck. As he sucked and kissed your flesh down to your shoulder, a mix of confusion and arousal began to course through your muddled mind. “Teasing you?” you stammered. “You think I was teasing you?”

“Wearing this?” he said, leaning lower and forcing the hem of your blouse lower to expose more of the swell of your cleavage before he took a mouthful of your curves, the sharp edges of his teeth digging in enough to feel the sting. “Not speaking to me,” he said when he let go of your breast with a pop. “Dancing with others. Always keeping me in your line of sight.”

“You – you liked the costume? I thought . . . I thought you were angry?”

“Angry?” Alastor yanked the loose collar of your blouse off your shoulders and you obediently pulled your arms free of the sleeves, exposing the strapless bra beneath. “Why would I be angry at you showing off a bit of your beauty?”

He reached behind you, unhooking the back of your bra and made you watch as he burned it in his grasp before turning his attention to your breasts.

“Your only mistake dear, was not making it clear that beautiful body belonged to me,” he said as he cupped your mounds; massaging and pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back to the wall behind you, arching your chest into his hands. “It is, it’s all yours.”

That heavy skirt was being lifted now as Alastor brought it higher and higher, exposing inch after inch of your thighs until he had the fabric bunched up at your hips. He bent down on his knees and you leaned your hips forward as he pressed his face into you, leaving teasing, tender kisses along the top band of your lacy underwear.

“Hold this,” he directed and you took the folded fabric of your skirt in both your hands as Alastor hooked a careful claw under your thong and pulled it down your legs. “I think a little teasing is in store for you, don’t you agree?”

You only nodded as you stepped out of your underwear and he guided one leg up onto his shoulder and felt him continue his path of kisses along the inside of your thigh and all around the outer edges of your lower lips.

Whimpering at the close contact of his lips and the heat of his breath ghosting across your moist opening, you clutched onto your skirts and ached for more.

His tongue darted out, dragging a long but feather light lick along your slit, making your hips rock as you tried to ground into him.

“So wet for me already,” he hummed and praised you with one hard suck on your clit before returning to his tongue to its torturous administrations. Slow, light, cruel strokes along your cunt that had you nearly crying out for more.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Think about me?” he asked as he slipped a single finger inside you, just past your entrance. “While dancing with others?”

His long, slender digits stroked your insides in a come hither motion, making your legs tremble in pleasure.

It wasn’t enough to let you come, just enough to keep you on the edge, begging for more, and he knew it. Alastor was going to make you work for it, make you apologize and beg for more before he let you finish.

“I came looking for you. I wanted you. I was just scared.”

“Scared?” He brought his lips back to you, swirling his tongue around your clit, giving you a small reward for your admittance of fear he clearly liked hearing about. You whined and rocked your hips into his mouth, only catching your breath enough to reply when he pulled away; only touching you with that solitary finger still inside you and stroking you along to a release it refused to give.

“You looked so angry.”

“Hmmm, your mistake,” he said and looked up at you with a mischievous smile. “Though I suppose anger and desire are cousins at times.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

He finger left you and he stood, once again towering over you.

“And how would you like to do that, darling?”

You stood on tip toe and kissed him, pulling his head down to you with one hand while the other cupped the bulge that you could now see, even in the dim light of the closet.

“How I usually apologize to you, of course,” you teased, feeling a little bolder and more relaxed now.

Those ruby eyes of his flashed brighter for a second and you got on your knees as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down with his underwear, letting his cock bob free and guided you by the back of your head onto his considerable length.

Letting your skirts drop around you, but keeping your breasts exposed for him to enjoy, you settled in before him and parted your lips for him.

You moaned as he filled up your mouth, taking him down inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat and you pulled away, leaving a tantalizing string of saliva between your lips and his throbbing tip.

Then you licked along his sides and the venous, pulsing bottom of his length, coating every bit of him until he was wet enough for you hand to pump at his base and you could focus on sucking what you could fit into your mouth easily. Keeping your own demonic teeth at bay, you worked his cock just how you knew he liked it; alternating between taking him fast and deep, and swirling, pleasant flicks of your tongue along his tip.

You performed to the very best of your abilities, meeting his gaze the entire time with the widest, most sorrowful doe eyes you could muster, until you heard the two little words you had been waiting for him to utter.

“Good girl,” he sighed as he cupped your jaw, thrusting his cock into your mouth with an appreciative slow tenderness, allowing you to do most of the work he trusted you to do so well.

You hummed in agreement and pulled your mouth away from him, though you still slowly worked your fist along his length. “I’m your good girl. Can I have my reward now?”

“And what should that reward be?” he asked, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, an innocent look on his face despite the fact that you were still stroking his cock.

You kissed his tip and then several times along his length before you looked back up at him.

“Something this big and gorgeous deserves to be ridden.”

And that was how you found yourself on the floor of the supply closet, with Alastor seated beneath you, both of you still half dressed, as you rode him just like you promised, hard enough that the door behind him kept threatening to swing open until he finally wrapped a shadow tendril around the doorknob to keep it in place.

This wasn’t the sweet and gentle lovemaking you two usually shared. And it wasn’t the forceful, urgent way he took you when his inner demons needed an outlet. This was something in between; lips lingered on skin in heated but delicate caresses, full of reverence and worship for each other. Your bodies joined and met in a harsh rhythm, creating a slapping cacophony of sinful noises that filled the room and likely could be heard if anyone else made the journey down that dark and lonely hallway.

The alcohol coursed through your veins, pushed along by your undead hearts that beat together in a rapid rhythm. Each push and pull of your blood sending more intoxicating substance to your head, and your nervous system, dulling and sharpening your senses all at once. You felt every wet slide of your depths as they clenched and ached around Alastor’s cock, heard every static filled groan and whispered filthy words of praise that spilled from his lips, and yet it took an immense amount of effort for you to finally come.

You were drenched in sweat and out of breath, your breasts heaving with your struggle for air and the desperate rocking of your body into Alastor’s.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw and you could tell he was close and fighting off his own end until you met yours.

The memory of dozens of other nights, with his essence filling you up and coating you with silken warmth sang through your thoughts, spurring you on and finally bringing you to the cliff’s edge of your pleasure.

“Come for me,” you whispered and his eyes shot open at your plea. You pressed your knees into the floor as hard as you could, impaling yourself until you took him as deeply as you possibly could. “Please, Al’.”

Begging. You were properly begging, nearly in tears at how close you suddenly were, feeling yourself already lose control of the muscles in your core as they began to tighten and spasm. “Give it to me. Please.”

He pulled you down to him and bit into the fullest pulse point of your throat, and you screamed a vibrato of ecstasy as you came together. Alastor let your blood spill down your throat and breasts, watching the trickles paint your skin a vibrant red as he twitched inside you, giving you that full and claimed feeling you had been after. As his cock softened and your movements slowed to a halt, you left him nestled in you warmth as he finally began to lick along the crimson trails until you were lapped clean. The bite mark remained, inflamed and clotting, and you arched your throat for him and he kissed along its edges. You practically purred as you laced your fingers through his hair, nestling him to you as you stroked his ears and antlers in the aftermath of your bliss.

“Oh my sweet darling, that was wonderful. Just what I needed.” He sighed and hugged you to him, reduced back to the secret devoted lover you usually had in your bed.

“Will you dance with me now?” you asked, letting your voice slip into something sugary sweet.

With a snap of his fingers, you were both standing and fully dressed. You could even fill the band of your bra digging into your ribs again and the mess between your legs was gone.

Well . . . almost gone. As you stood there, you felt the slightest of trickles leak out of you and dampen your underwear. That, and there was the lingering pang of overworked inner muscles and a rather conspicuous toothy wound on your neck.

You knew all these things were purposeful. They would be a reminder throughout the rest of the night, as Alastor showed you off to the crowd of Sinners, spinning and dipping you across the dance floor, that you were completely, unabashedly, and wholly his. And that you should never, ever, try to avoid him again.

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yesihaveaobsession · 2 months ago

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Beneath the Static: Alastor’s Breaking Point

Alastor x female!reader

Summary: Alastor like the reader (you) but never announced it until Mimzy comes around and pokes around the bush.

A/N- This mini request was from @hazbin-collection I did half of it because I might write the other half in another fic, so I hope it's okay! And I hope y'all enjoy :)

You'd always known Alastor—and the bit of a mystery he was. The smooth-talking, always-grinning guy was the very definition of unreadable. While you could feel something in the way his gaze lingered when you laughed at one of Angel Dust’s bad jokes, or how he just so happened to show up whenever you needed help—even if you hadn’t called for him... he never said anything.

That day, you were sitting on the plush furniture in your usual spot, sipping some tea and flipping through a worn book, while Alastor stood a few feet away, speaking animatedly with Charlie and Vaggie—probably about the hotel or something. That’s when the doors swung open with a flair.

“Miiiimzy!” Charlie greeted with a surprised smile.

The platinum-haired flapper floated into the room like she owned it, dripping with glitter and sass. She greeted everyone with a bright smile—until her eyes landed on you. You hadn’t been there since the last time she showed up, and judging by everyone’s faces, you pieced together that they were all surprised she had the audacity to come back.

As Mimzy looked you up and down, her painted-on smile twitched. You weren’t sure why.

“Oh. And who’s this?” Mimzy’s voice was sugary, with a bitter aftertaste. “The hotel really has changed, hasn’t it?”

Alastor’s smile didn’t budge, but his eyes snapped sharply to Mimzy.

“This is Y/N,” Charlie said, still chipper. “She’s been staying with us for a while. Everyone here adores her.”

Mimzy tilted her head, clearly unimpressed. “Adorable, sure. She’s got a... rustic kind of charm, I suppose. Like a chipped teacup. Functional, if you squint.”

Your fingers froze around your teacup. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You weren’t one to pick fights—especially in a place like the hotel—but the jab stung.

Before you could open your mouth, Alastor’s laugh cut through the room like static.

“Hehehe~! Oh, Mimzy, still as sharp-tongued as ever.”

You glanced up. His tone was jovial, but there was something tight in his voice. Controlled.

“But do be careful,” he added, stepping closer, his shadow stretching oddly long across the floor. “Wouldn’t want that silver tongue of yours to rust with all that petty spite, now would we?”

Mimzy blinked. “Excuse me?”

Alastor’s smile grew wider—maybe a little too wide.

“Y/N has done more for this hotel and its guests than you’ve ever bothered to, my dear Mimzy. She’s clever, warm-hearted, and doesn’t need sequins to shine.”

You just stared at Alastor��and frankly, so did everyone else. He never spoke like that. Certainly never about someone. Especially not about you. Your heart couldn’t help but skip.

“She’s not here to impress you,” he continued, his voice dipping into something darker. “And I don’t recall anyone asking for your opinion on her worth.”

Mimzy’s eyes narrowed. “Well. Aren’t we touchy.”

Alastor’s grin flickered. “Only when it’s warranted.”

There was a tense silence before Mimzy rolled her eyes and flounced toward the bar. “Whatever. I need a drink.”

Once she was out of earshot, Alastor glanced your way. His voice softened, just a bit.

“Apologies, my dear. Mimzy’s… well. She’s Mimzy.”

You gave a small smile, touched. “Thanks. I didn’t think you cared that much.”

Alastor cleared his throat and looked away, the red in his eyes glowing faintly, though his smile didn’t fade. “I don’t care for rudeness. That’s all.”

But he refused to meet your eyes the rest of the night.

And you knew—he definitely cared more than he’d ever admit.

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