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[artemisgrayy]

It's me. I'm women.

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The Importance of Aftercare [AU]

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Source by mer0mer0_

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Grammarly out here tryna to make my raunchy, dirty smut sounds more

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Diplomatic.

The Importance of Aftercare [AU]

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18+ - minors do not interact with me or my content

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Tags: Fem!Reader, NSFW, BDSM, drawing blood (teeth/claws), breath play, creampie, Alastor's shadow, rough sex, aftercare

A/n: I adjusted the formatting of this little headcanon fic from a prompt into something more fleshed out 💖 Hope you enjoy!

Alastor has you bound to the bed, his shadow tendrils like icy shackles against your wrists, ankles, and throat. The radio demon circles you, a wicked smile on his face as he looks down at you with amusement dancing across his eyes. He loves to watch you struggle. Every beg and plead for him to release you fuels him. You come close to your freedom, only for him to pull you back down again, his cackle reverberating off the walls.

The demon crawls between your legs, and his teeth slice into your inner thighs without a single hesitation. He draws blood, your scream triggering a primal growl to escape from his throat. Alastor takes safe word usage seriously, but it's a game to him. He pushes you right to your limit, teetering on the line. He loves to see you squirming from the pleasure and whimpering from the pain.

He loves to see you on the brink of breaking beneath him.

He holds your pained gaze as his tongue grazes across your skin, lapping up the blood as he edges closer to your exposed heat. He stops just shy of it. His claws gently trace along your clit, and he basks in the noises you make when he applies just enough pressure that you're writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You're breathlessly pleading, your chest heaving with such desire that you can't take it anymore.

He waits a bit longer.

Your pathetic whimpers and bargaining remind him of the countless souls who have begged him for their lives. Nothing ignites his desire more than that.

Alastor climbs on top of you, his shadowy tendrils pinning your neck and forcing you to lock eyes with him. He's consumed by the ecstasy painted across your face when his cock pushes through your folds. His maniacal chuckle rings through your ears as your vision blackens. He loves the way your face twists when you're robbed of oxygen, overwhelmed by his monstrous length stretching you out, inch by inch.

The deathly hold loosens the hold around your neck, but you’re only given a moment to gasp in a breath before he starts fucking you relentlessly, finally feeding into your desperation.

Alastor wants to hear who you belong to, over and over again. He grows more feral with each "I belong to you, Alastor" as you fall further and further into subspace. His eyes blacken, the horns on his head jut out violently, and his radio-filtered snarls echo off the walls of the room.

The demon is enthralled by the way you submit further for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and desperate.

You want more.

You crave more.

You *need* more.

As if reading your thoughts, Alastor lifts you up with his shadow, flipping you over to take you from behind - his favourite position.

He wants to fuck you like the animal you are.

Alastor sinks one set of his claws into your waist, intentionally carving through the skin. A growl rumbles in his chest when he hears you cry out. His other hand reaches up to pin your head to the pillow, and you feel the hair ripping from your scalp as he hungrily bucks his hips against your ass.

Your hand slides between your legs to massage your throbbing clit. Alastor’s claws retract from your waist to clasp your your wrist preventing you from chasing your own release.

"Ah ah ah," he tuts, static crackling through his voice like a raging fire, "you'll cum when I tell you to.”

Alastor is driven wild by the way you beg, plead, and bargain for your release when you're right on the cusp. His thrusts become more aggressive as he feeds off of your desperation.

The demon pulls you up by your hair to hold you against him. He wants to see your face when he allows you your climax.

The smell of fir assaults your senses as he his lips press against your ear, "Cum, my doe.”

The walls of your pussy clutch Alastor’s cock when the orgasm rips through you. A violent growl rips through him as itIt pushes him over the edge, his seed spilling inside of you.

He loves the idea of filling you up and marking you as his own - physically laying claim to his possession.

Alastor doesn't take long to shift into aftercare mode when he notices you trembling. The tendrils release their hold, and he picks you up, pulling you under the covers with him to cradle you against his body.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summons a gramophone, playing soft jazz that echoes through the vastness of the room as he runs his fingers through your hair. You sit like that for a few minutes while you bask in post-orgasm haze together.

Alastor confirms your boundaries; he ensures that, despite everything, you feel safe. It doesn't matter to him how long he's known you - he'll check in with you again and again. He'll listen to your words, your feedback, all while cradling your face as you look up at him.

He continues to listen while he cleans and bandages your lacerations, apologizing when you flinch from the acrid bite of the antiseptic. He'll whisper to you- only you - about how beautiful your body, your flesh, and all of you looks, as he gingerly runs his claws against your skin. He's captivated and almost giddy by the way you let him leave his mark on you.

Materializing your favourite pajamas, Alastor puts them on for you, careful not to disturb any of the still-raw injuries he's decorated your body with.

You place your head on his chest, and he runs his clawed fingers up and down your back.

"Good girl," he whispers, his mellifluous voice coating your ears like the sweetest honey as you surrender to sleep.

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[artemisgrayy]

A weakness to get rid of

An interesting concept i got the idea of yesterday !

If Alastor were to ever fall in Love, he would see it as a weakness to get rid of-

[artemisgrayy]

The Importance of Aftercare [AU]

[AO3 Link] | [✨ Masterlist ✨]

18+ - minors do not interact with me or my content

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Tags: Fem!Reader, NSFW, BDSM, drawing blood (teeth/claws), breath play, creampie, Alastor's shadow, rough sex, aftercare

A/n: I adjusted the formatting of this little headcanon fic from a prompt into something more fleshed out 💖 Hope you enjoy!

Alastor has you bound to the bed, his shadow tendrils like icy shackles against your wrists, ankles, and throat. The radio demon circles you, a wicked smile on his face as he looks down at you with amusement dancing across his eyes. He loves to watch you struggle. Every beg and plead for him to release you fuels him. You come close to your freedom, only for him to pull you back down again, his cackle reverberating off the walls.

The demon crawls between your legs, and his teeth slice into your inner thighs without a single hesitation. He draws blood, your scream triggering a primal growl to escape from his throat. Alastor takes safe word usage seriously, but it's a game to him. He pushes you right to your limit, teetering on the line. He loves to see you squirming from the pleasure and whimpering from the pain.

He loves to see you on the brink of breaking beneath him.

He holds your pained gaze as his tongue grazes across your skin, lapping up the blood as he edges closer to your exposed heat. He stops just shy of it. His claws gently trace along your clit, and he basks in the noises you make when he applies just enough pressure that you're writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You're breathlessly pleading, your chest heaving with such desire that you can't take it anymore.

He waits a bit longer.

Your pathetic whimpers and bargaining remind him of the countless souls who have begged him for their lives. Nothing ignites his desire more than that.

Alastor climbs on top of you, his shadowy tendrils pinning your neck and forcing you to lock eyes with him. He's consumed by the ecstasy painted across your face when his cock pushes through your folds. His maniacal chuckle rings through your ears as your vision blackens. He loves the way your face twists when you're robbed of oxygen, overwhelmed by his monstrous length stretching you out, inch by inch.

The deathly hold loosens the hold around your neck, but you’re only given a moment to gasp in a breath before he starts fucking you relentlessly, finally feeding into your desperation.

Alastor wants to hear who you belong to, over and over again. He grows more feral with each "I belong to you, Alastor" as you fall further and further into subspace. His eyes blacken, the horns on his head jut out violently, and his radio-filtered snarls echo off the walls of the room.

The demon is enthralled by the way you submit further for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and desperate.

You want more.

You crave more.

You *need* more.

As if reading your thoughts, Alastor lifts you up with his shadow, flipping you over to take you from behind - his favourite position.

He wants to fuck you like the animal you are.

Alastor sinks one set of his claws into your waist, intentionally carving through the skin. A growl rumbles in his chest when he hears you cry out. His other hand reaches up to pin your head to the pillow, and you feel the hair ripping from your scalp as he hungrily bucks his hips against your ass.

Your hand slides between your legs to massage your throbbing clit. Alastor’s claws retract from your waist to clasp your your wrist preventing you from chasing your own release.

"Ah ah ah," he tuts, static crackling through his voice like a raging fire, "you'll cum when I tell you to.”

Alastor is driven wild by the way you beg, plead, and bargain for your release when you're right on the cusp. His thrusts become more aggressive as he feeds off of your desperation.

The demon pulls you up by your hair to hold you against him. He wants to see your face when he allows you your climax.

The smell of fir assaults your senses as he his lips press against your ear, "Cum, my doe.”

The walls of your pussy clutch Alastor’s cock when the orgasm rips through you. A violent growl rips through him as itIt pushes him over the edge, his seed spilling inside of you.

He loves the idea of filling you up and marking you as his own - physically laying claim to his possession.

Alastor doesn't take long to shift into aftercare mode when he notices you trembling. The tendrils release their hold, and he picks you up, pulling you under the covers with him to cradle you against his body.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summons a gramophone, playing soft jazz that echoes through the vastness of the room as he runs his fingers through your hair. You sit like that for a few minutes while you bask in post-orgasm haze together.

Alastor confirms your boundaries; he ensures that, despite everything, you feel safe. It doesn't matter to him how long he's known you - he'll check in with you again and again. He'll listen to your words, your feedback, all while cradling your face as you look up at him.

He continues to listen while he cleans and bandages your lacerations, apologizing when you flinch from the acrid bite of the antiseptic. He'll whisper to you- only you - about how beautiful your body, your flesh, and all of you looks, as he gingerly runs his claws against your skin. He's captivated and almost giddy by the way you let him leave his mark on you.

Materializing your favourite pajamas, Alastor puts them on for you, careful not to disturb any of the still-raw injuries he's decorated your body with.

You place your head on his chest, and he runs his clawed fingers up and down your back.

"Good girl," he whispers, his mellifluous voice coating your ears like the sweetest honey as you surrender to sleep.

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If you're looking for something fluffier, check out my multi-chapter Alastor x Reader fic

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If you want to read about some Lucifer aftercare check out the original fic

The Importance of Aftercare

From One Hell to Another

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[artemisgrayy]

They were great friends in the past…and Vox knows Alastor’s “superpower” 🤭

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From One Hell to Another

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18+ - minors do not interact with me or my content

Chapter 5 is Live! ✨

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Omg so much fluff, dancing, cannibals, blood, gore, soft Alastor, jealousy, more fluff, tension

Summary: Alastor dresses you up and takes you with him to Cannibal Town 👀

Art by @vielle-art 💖 ^

You aren’t given the chance to decline. Alastor grabs you by the hand and you nearly trip up the stairs of the gazebo. The weight of everyone’s eyes increases your trepidation with each step, your heart slamming in your ribcage like a battering ram.

“Alastor, I can’t dance,” you spit out, your voice barely a whisper as the panic rises inside of you like a geyser, “This is going to be a shitshow.”

“Oh come now darling, it will be fine,” coaxes the demon, guiding one of your hands to his shoulder and securing the other in his grasp.

“What do I even do?” your stomach churns as his hand finds the small of your back, drawing you close to him.

Alastor leans in next to your ear to whisper, “Just follow my lead,” his words curling against your neck, sending an array of shivers tumbling down your spine.

The music starts and your legs turn to jelly.

Alastor’s radio-filtered voice quietly counts you in and you attempt to move your body with his. He takes a step forward, and you clumsily take one backward. His other foot moves forward and you miscount the timing, tripping over his shoe. Your hands fly over your eyes in embarrassment.

“Take a breath, let’s try again.” his distorted voice exudes warmth as he pries your hands from your heated face to reposition them.

You pull in a shaky breath and prepare for another attempt. He takes a step forward, you take one backward. Step forward, step backward. The movement becomes more fluid as you fall into his rhythm, your confidence growing with each step.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” you boast confidently.

“Let’s take it up a notch then,” Alastor coaxes, his wicked smile sends your heart into spasms, interrupting your chance to question his intent. He releases your waist to spin you and any confidence you previously had makes a sharp exit when you collide with his chest.

Mortified, you turn to leave the stage, but Alastor catches your hand, pulling you back with effortless grace. The demon’s voice is patient as he counts you in again.

As you flow to the music, other pairs join you two on stage, dancing effortlessly around you like the breeze of a summer day. You’re relieved at the prospect of sharing the attention, giving you the bearings to focus on your movement.

The height difference between you and Alastor forces you to tilt your head upward to meet his gaze. His chin is raised while he looks down at you through half-lidded eyes. The smile on his face is far less malicious than usual, his gaze soft as he watches you mirror his steps.

“You’re doing wonderfully, my doe.” he gleams, pulling your waist into his. The way his praise coats your eardrums, and the feeling of your body pressed into his, short-circuits your brain and you break eye contact.

Suddenly, you’re overwhelmingly self-conscious. You glance down at your feet to path your movements and fumble, causing a collision with another couple, the impact bringing your dance to an abrupt halt.

“Oh, I’m -” You turn to apologize and are cut off by familiar pinpricks crawling up your spine as darkness fills the air around you. You look up to see Alastor’s glare pointed malevolently towards them, daring them to contest.

They don’t.

The demon turns to meet your gaze, tilting his head to the side. The genuine smile he offers provides unexpected solace amid your embarrassment.

Alastor counts you in, one final time before you glide across the platform together. He steps forward, you step back. Forward, back. Spin. Forward, back.

Your bodies communicate without saying a word. His eyes bore into you and you’re almost convinced they can see into the deep recesses of your soul.

He leans in, the dizzying scent of pine igniting a flame in your chest. You close the gap between his lips and your ear, falling victim to his scent— you want to bathe in it for as long as he'll let you.

“How much do you trust me, darling?”

Keep reading ✨

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Thank you for your patience on this one 🙏 I really wanted it to be perfect 🥹

The chapter got so dang long that I had to split it up so the preview I posted will actually be for chapter 6 which is now almost done oops

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[artemisgrayy]

This commission could not have turned out more perfect 🥹 Thank you, bestie 💖💖💖

recent commission for my fav, @artemisgrayy !! their hellsona & alastor~

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #hazbin art #hazbin oc #hazbin #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor altruist #alastor fanart #alastor is in hell for a reason #hazbin fanart #hazbin fandom

[artemisgrayy]

i just really love kitty despite only seconds of screen time. this is so self-indulgent dmsjgjbkdksslskgjglslsakskfjgkdk

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hellaverse #kitty hazbin hotel #hazbin fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanart

[artemisgrayy]

Episode 8 is my fave one: watching how everyone fights and protects the Hotel always touches me😍

This was supposed to be a doodle, but… I couldn’t resist to do a bigger epic scene! 🤭😈

[artemisgrayy]

It was also made for smoochin imo

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[artemisgrayy]

He’s just a wittle guy

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From One Hell to Another

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Chapter 6 Sneak Peek WIP

Tags: Alastor x Reader, Alcohol, fluff, soft Alastor, Slow Burn, Tension, not proofread, WIP

A/n: This one is taking a bit longer cause it's longer than the other chapters but I PROMISE the wait will be worth it. Here's a taste 👀

I WOULD LOVE FEEDBACK ON THE TENSE..NESS? I'm getting in my head about characterization 😅

18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT with me or my content

“Care to have a drink with me?” the demon inquires, materializing a bottle of Rye in one hand. The sound of his claws clink against the glass, creating a delicate but unsettling rhythm.

His eyes fix you with a beguile stare. You've witnessed him point this look toward others -- many back down at the sight of it, terrified to provoke the demon.

It only entices you to push harder.

“Depends, have you poisoned it?” You quip, the corner of your mouth turning up.

Alastor’s eyes narrow into slits, his smile growing wider, “Heavens, no,” he chuckles, materializing two crystal tumblers in his other hand, “Not this time, anyway.”

He pours a couple fingers and extends the drink to you. One of his eyebrows cocks as you dramatically observe every angle of the glass. You bring the tumbler close to your face, feigning reluctance, but your mouth falls open when the crisp smell of oak and vanilla coat the inside of your nose.

“Holy shit, this actually smells amazing,” you gasp delightfully.

“I have to agree with you there. This was my drink of choice when I was alive,” he pauses, looking introspectively before continuing, “It was my mother’s favourite too.”

This was the first you’ve heard of his life before hell and your head tilts at the disclosure.

“Were you close with your mom?” you ask with your lips against the glass, taking in the aroma.

“Incredibly.” the demon nods, a hint of pain in his voice.

You stare out over the horizon, hesitant to pry further -- family is a touchy subject and you know that first hand. The first sip washes the taste of cherry over your tongue and moan breaks free from your throat.

“Wow,” you gush, holding up the glass to observe the amber liquid as you swash it around the tumbler, “If this is poisoned, at least I'll die happy.”

“The night is still young, darling,” Alastor purrs, glancing down at his middle and index claws as he taps them together, “you know, if you have a death wish," his eyes dart towards you, "I can think of far more productive use F̶͎͓̔̌̕o̴̭̓̇̂ȑ̷͈͂ ̸̩̤̯̋̕ỳ̶̙̓o̶̹͎͓͑̎̏u̴̢̇̆͒r̴̦̥͛̄ ̶̡͙̺̀̂ś̴͇̞͆ö̷̬̩́̔͠u̵̲̅ͅl̷͚͑̀."

“Still on that, eh?" The increased static in his voice doesn't phase you, "You really think you could handle me being around you 24/7?”

“Hm, I'd tolerate it.” his eyes slide back toward his hand as he straightens out his arm.

“You know I'd make it your personal hell, right? Like, to a point where you'd regret the moment you wrap your big, scary hand around mine."

Alastor answers by taking a sip from his glass, giving you that famous coaxing look of his over the rim.

“I hope you don't mind me blaring heavy EDM from my phone everyday.”

“Sounds like you haven't a penchent for pain,” his smile widens, “I can work with that.”

“Good, I'm a bit of a masochist.” you blurt out.

Heat soaks through your features as the last word leaves your mouth and you break eye contact to look down at the glass in your hand. You didn't even realize it was empty, and with all the excitement today, you completely forgot to eat.

"Interesting," he teases, picking up the scent of your embarrassment like a bloodhound. The bottle clinks against your glass as he pours you another round, "I can work with that too."

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[artemisgrayy]

I'm picturing Gay Chicken to be a pet that Lucifer and Alastor adopted together

How far do you think Alastor and Lucifer would take gay chicken

Who is gay chicken and why does he need them to take them anywhere?

#hazbin hotel #alastor #radioapple #lucifer #lucifer morningstar

[artemisgrayy]

Stolas tattoo 😍💖

My best friend, the tattoo artist ✨

The recipient of the tattoo is also my best friend ✨

#stolas tattoo #helluva stolas #stolas helluva boss #helluva boss tattoo #helluva boss #helluva fanart #prince stolas

[artemisgrayy]

Just a little something I made :3

[artemisgrayy]

I just got to see the WIP sketch of my Alastor x OC commission from @vielle-art and I'm absolutely enamoured with it so far 🥹

My lil heart can't take this 🥺🥺💖💖

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