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You Think It’s That Easy? = Requested

[Yander Human!Alastor x Arranged Marriage!Reader]

The Request (1) + (2)

I supposed that it would be heavily implied that Reader here is female, cause I can’t imagine Alastor’s time letting male and male into a marriage. Sorry to my male readers!

A friendship between families is not something to be happy about. At least, to the children of the two families it isn’t

“Darling, meet Alastor, for now you two aren’t of age yet, but in time, you two will be married.”

That line was what chained you down to another without room for rejection or say. Luckily, Alastor himself wasn’t keen on the idea as well, so whenever you two were out of your parents’ sights, you two were off to do as you please

Your parents ran a successful shipping company, leading them to be absent throughout your childhood. They sent you to live with their friend, Alastor’s parents, later the idea of marrying you two was formed. Alastor’s father ran a factory, producing metal and machinary, so he was well off. There wasn’t a thing out of place, except maybe the greedy he has to money

With the lack of parents, you had to rely on yourself and you had plenty of private lessons to prepare yourself before going to going to school. You saw Alastor’s father as a sinful man that leeched off of your parents’ fame. The idea of marriage was mainly from him as well, since he wanted more compensation on top of what was given to him while taking care of you

Alastor was more of a mama’s boy, as you took notice. Very obedient to her, yet when it came to his father, he was much like a doll. You also saw his father as abusive, though he played the kind and sweet father figure when you were around, when you were out of sight, his switch is flipped. You leaned to Alastor’s wounds when you caught him reaching for a med-kit in the dead of night

The two of you made your peace with the arranged marriage after sometime spending at school. You two also thought of just going through with it since either of you found ‘love’, nor did you two want to disappoint your parents

A glorious wedding day supposed to be the best day of one’s life was a dull ceremony for you and merely a formality for Alastor. Vows spoken with the intent to break, rings exchanged as mere jellewery, and a kiss shared just as a performance on stage. Somehow, the smiles on your respective parents’ face was worth the trouble

You two moved out and lived in a mansion that was affordable. You two slept in separate rooms, nearly nothing was shared. The situation was much like a roommate. Nothing between you two suggested that there was the concept of ‘love’

Though an odd friendship of mutual acceptance and private support was formed. While you both had your fair share of friends and connections, you knew you could always rely on the other for anything because you’ve known the other your whole life and seen the ugly side of the other and accepted it

Like when Alastor’s father was accidentally killed in a factor fire and his mother passed away from an incurable disease not long after. Or your parents that died from a shipwreck while out at sea during a vacation you refused to go. During these traumatic times, while people around you two tried to claw at you, the other would protect and be a source of comfort

That’s why you two agreed to have the marriage stay in tact. It will be broken off when either one finds a partner that was ‘true love’

And that time came faster than imagined. You found that love you wanted, you didn’t tell anyone, opting to keep it a secret. You had a face to put on, so does your love. You knew Alastor would understand, in fact, he’d be ecsatic for you. Since this meant he would be free of this playing house game. You honestly figured Alastor had a lover of his own as well, since he returns home so late and would immediately head to the showers to clean before falling asleep

Everything planned for your leave, you didn’t inform Alastor and thought it was fine for you to just leave with your love. You did and none was the wiser. As a form of curtsy and thanks, you left Alastor a great sum of money, a letter of farewell, your wedding ring and signed marriage divorce papers. If he wanted, maybe you two could do on a double date?

While you were happy and dandy with the arrangement, Alastor found himself unable to go through with it when that time come. His hands crunched up the letter and he shoved away all that money. You see, he never expected it, but he fell for you in a way it wouldn’t be considered normal. You were someone he just want to let go

Starting that factory fire was easy, call it a trial. He hates his father, yes, but he also wanted to see if you’d break off the marriage since his father was the one to suggest the idea. But you didn’t and offered him a shoulder to ‘cry’ on, he realized then, that he prefered your presence other than his mother’s

“Alastor, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, My Dear. Accidents happen all the time.”

“No, it’s not!” You suddenly hugged him out of nowhere, you knew perfectly well of his aversion to touch, yet you hugged him tight and provided your shoulder, “Don’t hold it in, Alastor. It’s not good for you. I’ll be right here for you.”

Slowly, Alastor returned the hug. His arms wrapped tightly against you, he let his face bury between your neck and shoulder and forced tears out. When he felt your hands patting the back of his head and soothing his back, a sickly grin formed. He likes this.

He realized his love for you when you mentioned some unsatisfactory suitors that approached you even when your wedding day was near. He killed a few and faked some accidents there. Then he had that was your parents that wanted to stop the wedding since his father was dead and you didn’t appear interested in him

So he found some people with a grudge against your family and planned an accident during their vacation. He appeared as your knight in shinning armour when those some people targetted you. He catched them away, but he just had to off them for attempting to harm you. There, after everything blew off, he offered his hand in this staged marriage as a form of support to you. You needed a husband to rely on, even though you have the money, a lady such as yourself can’t last long alone

The moment you accepted, he got to work. Rooms changed to a shared bedroom, you two would appear as a couple in cafes to enjoy meals and breaks. Everything to make it seem like you two were truly a couple instead of what happened before

Alas, his time with you was very limited. With his popular radio shows and nighty activities, he couldn’t keep up with you. But in his eyes you didn’t change much, so he continued. He noticed you were happier, but when you didn’t tell him anything, he didn’t know what was happening. He assumed you had a successful deal made or the like

“Darling! Dear! I’m home!”

But all that returned his greeting was the empty silence of the mansion.

To think you found your love without telling him. He was careful to eliminate any potential lovers of yours. How did he miss this one?! He’ll admit he was busier than usual, but he had been keeping an eye on you. What went wrong?

As dramatic as it sounded, he felt like his life was sucked out of him when he saw the papers on the table. The flowers he brought, which were your favourite, and the ingredients he brought to make your favourite meal were long discarded on the floor. He left work early to celebrate your anniversary with you and you left?

He scrambled up his and your shared bedroom, your personal belongings and stuffs were all gone. He went to his study, your files, documents, and books were all gone. He went to the kitchen, your favourite kitchenwares were gone too. His knees gave out beneath him, you truly left. You left him

“I wish you a happy life with your lover, Alastor! Don’t mistreat her! And it’s not proper to stay out too late into the night, Alastor~” Those inferno words that taunted him. He could practically hear your voice teasing him from the letter. Did you think he had a lover too? How could he when he loves (is obsessed with) you?

Blasphemy!

The next day, ladies were eager to comfort him and console him. The news of his divorce and that he was a free man was all over town, no doubt something you did to ensure that he and his supposed ‘love’ can be together in public. He was in no mood to entertain them

Alastor buried himself in his work, radio broadcasting and killing. As much as he wanted to hunt you down and kill whoever stole your heart from under his nose, he can’t. The two of you were famous in your own rights and it would cause quite the scandal that both of you might not recover

So he took out his witchcraft book. Binding souls request both souls’ blood and hair, he had collected yours beforehand. A sacrifice, the body in front of him will do well, it was the some person that tried to copy you and earn his love

He’ll see you in Hell and when he does, Alastor will not let you go

Note: Another story that's not {Unwanted Soul}! I'll probably continue that one when all the votes are in. At least, the new plotline will be like that.

Since this request was a long time ago, I went and made it longer than others. Hope you like this one in the meantime!

Circe Y.

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cassiedummy · 1 month

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How about yandere! Alastor (human) with a reader who ran away from him... Reader and Alastor are married out of obligation (because of the decade), but what no one counted on was that Alastor really fell in love and was obsessed with his wife, but the reader didn't ...because of work and his secret (that he killed people and devoured them) Alastor hardly spent time with the reader.. Reader then began to fall in love and have a secret relationship, without Alastor knowing.. . So even though reader didn't want to hurt Alastor, since she saw him as a friend (more than her husband), reader ran away with her lover and passion... Leaving behind a very angry Alastor... (reader doesn't know what Alastor It's true)... What would happen?

And this one is the second request with a similar story idea. There's nothing much changed with this one.

**It's implied that this is a female reader!

You Think It’s That Easy? = Requested

[Yandere Human!Alastor x Arranged Marriage!Reader]

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cassiedummy · 1 month

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I Don't Know if I'm Real Without You

— Part 2 of 2 (Read Part 1 here: What is Left of Me Without You)

Synopsis: He didn't love you, but he needed you—that's what he said, at least. He needed you to show him just how deep your devotion to him really was.

Warnings: abusive relationships, power imbalance, some misogyny, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, murder and violence, physical injury to reader, major character death(s), angst

Tags: married, one sided romantic love, Alastor x Reader, female!reader

MDNI

"Why, just the other day a green fuzzy caught sight of another stiff by the river! Poor green egg went green in the face!" A laugh track followed the voice on the radio.

Alastor sat on the couch as he riffled through his briefcase, making sure he had everything he needed today.

"What poor taste," You commented absentmindedly from behind him. "Is that really any way to start off a Sunday morning?"

Alastor let out a distracted hum at your words. He hadn't really been paying you much mind. A lazy smile simply played on his face.

Just one body? Seems they missed the other two friends it had in there.

"Well, it takes talent to entertain, my dear. Something these hacks clearly lack," He said casually, waving a hand at the radio's direction.

"And speaking of stiffs! We've got a fresh one today, folks—" The host's voice was chipper as it came from the radio.

Alastor sat a little straighter, as if on instinct.

"Darling, do you mind fetching my script?" Your husband spoke over the hack radio host. "Seems I might have forgotten it in our bedroom."

"Not a problem, dear," You replied almost instantaneously. Your hand landed on his shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze before you left the room.

Alastor stood up, cooly making his way towards the radio as he turned the volume down slowly.

"Glue stuffed in his mouth, chilled off, and absolutely tattered by nails, people! Brutal new body found behind the local—not so secret—juice joint!" The radio continued, but Alastor's smile remained calm despite the gruesome news.

His eyes stayed at the doorway you left through, making sure you had actually gone.

There was no need to sully your little ears with useless chatter like this. You were much more use to him all oblivious and naive, so he'd prefer to keep you that way.

When the radio host finally finished talking about his the most latest victim, Alastor turned the volume back up to how it was. He made his way back to the couch, hands gathering his script neatly into his hands from the top of his briefcase.

He chuckled to himself before calling out to you. "Never mind, dear! The little bugger was at the bottom of my case this entire time!"

He wasn't the type to forget these things. He was always so organized, sometimes to a fault.

And you knew that.

And Alastor knew that you knew that.

But he wasn't worried. You'd never doubt him. Whatever pesky little thought you had related to him, you'll just brush off easily.

He'd made sure of that.

Alastor heard you playfully scold him, your soft laughter rung through his home.

"—I guess you can say he really nailed that Chicago overcoat!" The annoying little shit on the radio joked just as you entered the room.

Alastor spared it one quick glare before his sight fell on you once more. You didn't seem to care for the joke much, but your eyes did linger on the dials of the radio for a second too long Alastor thought.

"Does the radio seem a bit louder to you, Al?" You asked him.

Ah, he must have turned it back a tad bit too far.

He looked at you with faux confusion. "'fraid I don't know what you mean, dear. Why would it be louder?" He stood up, closing the briefcase in front of him and straightening out his collar. "But I do have to split now, darling, or the ol' big cheese would have my head."

Your eyes met his warm chestnut ones. Alastor could practically see the way you brushed away your silly concerns in your head, a soft smile once again gracing your lips.

He knew you were confused as to why his boss supposedly needed him at work on a Sunday.

He knew you wanted to ask why.

He knew that, at least some part of you, didn't fully believe that he was headed off to the radio station.

If you were smart you'd have listened to it.

But you were his wife.

So you simply nodded in understanding, moving closer to where Alastor stood. You made to grab for the suit jacket that still hung on his arm but the tall man was quick to pull it high above your reach.

"Not so fast there, darling." He teased, smiling down at you.

"It's cold out, dear. I'll help you put your coat on," You insisted, small, delicate hands reached up for the jacket.

Alastor stepped back from you, briefly tapping his fingertip against your nose. "And who said I was in any hurry to cover up this lovely new shirt my wife got for me?" He teased, snapping the suspenders he wore against the crisp white shirt.

He simply adored it when he made heat color your soft cheeks. He loved seeing proof of his effect on you.

His eyes drifted to the clock behind you, his smile straining just a tiny bit when he realized what time it was.

He'd miss his mark if he wasted any more time here.

"In any case, darling, I really do have to dash," He smiled back at you, already heading towards the door before you could say anything else. "But do keep yourself free, baby. I'll be back before you know it." He shot a wink at you.

He grabbed his hat from the coat rack and plopped it neatly on his head, then he was out the door in a second.

Alastor let out a short, tired breath.

Sometimes, he did find your love to be a bit tiring. But he supposed, at the moment, it was still worth much more than the hassle it caused him.

He hurriedly strolled down the street, smiling and greeting everyone that passed by him politely. His ego stroked just a little bit with every flustered dame.

He didn't care for any of them, but he never grew tired of knowing the charming effect he had on people.

Alastor tried to clear his head of you as he hopped into a taxi. He laughed as the cabby recognized him almost immediately, but he didn't pay the man any mind as he yapped about how much of a fan he was.

Instead, he found that his thoughts have annoyingly strayed back to you. He's found that you've been so persistently present in his mind lately.

One would think that sounded so romantic, that he was a cold man finally falling for a sweet little thing.

But in reality he was weighing his options.

You've always been so behaved, so meek.

He found you endearing, that much was true.

You were great company, after all. You loved the same music he did, kept up with his dancing, and sang so beautifully along whenever he tickled the ivory keys.

You dressed up to compliment his style, even if it wasn't to your comfort. Smiled at all the wretched people, even as they gossiped behind your back. Perfectly prepared and happily ate every dish he liked, even stranger ones you found hard to stomach.

Because you shaped yourself to be his partner. You did everything and anything that you could to gain his approval.

And that was indeed endearing. The lengths you went to, just to hear a simple praise from him.

Alastor used to wonder if there was ever a limit to it, but as the times flew by he realized you were just too happy to rewrite even your own logic just to stay by his side.

And it was also true that you were a brilliant cover.

As a taken man, there were much less people prying into his life as opposed to when he was an eligible bachelor. And no odd rumors ever spread about him thanks to how behaved you were.

People saw him as soft, gentle, caring. Because a violent, murderous, psycho could never keep a delicate little thing like you as his wife, could he?

Yes, you definitely had your perks. That much he already knew.

But you've been so restless lately. So oddly, insistent on being by his side more.

He'd tried to talk it out of you. Whispered how he was so lucky that you weren't like other wives. How you trusted him and respected his space. How you didn't nag him like a terrible partner would.

And it worked...for a while.

Until you've been fixated on getting the darn basement door open, at least. Somehow, you had it stuck in your brain that opening that stupid lock would have proved your worth to him.

You've been visiting that mug of a shopkeep at the locksmiths so often that Alastor just simply had to get rid of him already. He returned the useless tools he sold you last time too of course. He didn't quite like others making a fool out of what was his.

Only he could do that.

The cab stopped by a rather classy bar, the driver letting out a low whistle, going on about how they also wished that they could live up the big life.

Alastor tipped him generously, bidding him a great day as he stepped out.

He tossed his jacket on quickly before he adjusted his bowtie in the reflective glass window of the building. This was, he thought, his second favorite part of it all.

For such a detached man, Alastor loved many things.

He loved meeting his victims for the first time in person. The thrill of so many eyes on him as he clasped their clammy palms in greeting.

He loved talking to them, watching their eyes light up as he mentioned what they wanted the most. That moment where he knew he had hit the nail on the head and found out exactly what made these scum tick.

He loved using it against them, luring them to a false sense of security.

And, his absolute favorite part, he loved dragging the sharp edge of his knife against the skin of their necks. The lovely shade of red bleeding down their stiffening bodies.

He just can't help but love—

"My darling?" A voice—your voice—rung out in the dark alley.

There wasn't time. There was no time to hide the body, toss the knife, flee from the scene.

There was no time to come up a with a story, a lie, a cover.

Because you were right there, standing in the alley with him. His blood stained hands and the corpse by his feet plainly in your view.

Even with the blood smudged on the lenses of his glasses, he could see the fear in your eyes, the gears turning in your head as you tried to process the scene in front of you.

It's a real shame. Earlier today he had decided that you still had more purpose to serve him. That he could still put up with you. That he would still be able to stomp out whatever stubborn will riled you up lately.

Clearly that wasn't the case anymore.

"Now, now, dearest," He started, hand reaching out to you as he held the knife still in his hand.

Your feet moved, but to Alastor's shock you ran to him.

Your panicked eyes took in the violent red that stained the pristine white shirt as you took his outstretched hand in both of yours.

"We should go," You hurriedly whispered, fearful eyes met his confused ones. "You can't be seen here."

You tugged him along the streets, careful to keep yourself in front of him as you tried to hide most parts of him stained with red.

Alastor's eyes were wide, his long legs working on their own as he tried to understand what exactly was happening.

"Dearest?" He whispered to catch your attention. "I just chopped off a man, you know that, right?"

Your steps didn't falter as you hurried along, but you didn't turn your head to look at him either.

"Yes," You responded. The tight knot against your throat kept you from saying anything more.

"I sliced his throat open," Alastor continued to prod more. "His blood is all over me, in fact."

You whip your head around in urgency. You meant to shut him up. You meant to warn him not to talk so loud, that you couldn't be too sure who could be around to overhear.

But when your fearful eyes met his calm, warm, sweet, ones you ended up swallowing against your dry throat. Adorning a shaky smile instead.

"And I'm sure you did it to keep yourself safe, dear." You said, although it seemed as though you were trying to convince yourself of that.

It was as if a light bulb lit up in Alastor's head. He finally understood what was happening. He fought against his own body to keep himself from smiling as he stared into your uncertain eyes.

"I knew you'd understand," He feigned a sigh. His hand, that was previously unresponsive in yours, curled its fingers to hold onto you. "I knew I would be safe with you, my darling wife."

Alastor noted the way your stiff shoulders slacked at his words. As if you were waiting for his praise; as if you were waiting for that little bit of confirmation to fully push away all those pesky, silly, little doubts you held.

As if you were begging to have the slightest bit of reason to cling onto, to prove that there was no cause to leave your spot beside him.

"If anyone asks," You said softly, your hand reached out to wipe away the little bit of blood on his cheek. "I'll tell them you came home early to me. You did promise that you would come back quickly, anyway."

Alastor smiled down at you, letting himself lean into your touch as you seemed to love it when he does. "I am so lucky that you love me, doll."

You continued to lead him down the streets, sticking to less lit areas as you did so.

Alastor couldn't stop the grin from spreading widely across his face.

Because you did love him. You loved Alastor with all your sanity it seemed, but he was, unfortunately, far too happy to take advantage of that.

It was a huge weight off his shoulders really.

Alastor enjoyed the hunt, the kill, but the clean up? Not so much.

While yes, he did enjoy tricking people into eating up his stories, misdirecting them this way and that, silently mocking how clueless they were. It was still such a pain to have to constantly make sure his stories were air tight.

He didn't have to do that anymore, though. Not when all his darling wife had to do was smile shyly at people and hint that he was back home all night busy with more usual pleasures.

It wasn't even that hard to convince you to let him stay out late, hunt to his heart's content.

It was all just bad, terrible people. Scum of the earth. Dangers that could hurt you, or others. And Alastor, the dashing, selfless, secret knight in shinning armor was willing to dirty his hands if it meant keeping people safe. He'd taken on the burden so everyone else didn't have to.

Your husband, a great, tragic hero.

And besides, it's not like he asked you to kill someone. All you had to do was lie a little. Nothing grand, nothing elaborate—he wasn't so sure you'd be able to handle it after all—just smile, and hint, and spread a few insignificant white lies.

It was easy enough, wasn't it?

And your little love for him did everything else. Your own lovesick mind fought your instincts without Alastor even doing much of anything else.

You convinced yourself so quickly that all this blood, all this violence, all this murder, just made your husband an even greater man.

Ah, he truly did love the way you loved him.

You were with him now down in the basement—Alastor conveniently finally figured out how to open the stubborn padlock—and if he was being honest, he never really imagined you joining him here.

Well, not alive anyway.

You watched him as he neatly packed the most latest body into a bag and burn the gloves he used during the act. Going through his simple routine to make sure he could continue to get away scot-free.

Alastor noticed how your eyes always averted from the corpses, insistent on staying on his form instead. He didn't really mind it, but oh did he enjoy that little spark of fear you worked hard to stomp down whenever your glance landed on a limb or two.

He heaved the bag over his shoulder, before finally fully turning to you. "Well, let's get a move on, shall we, darling?" He smiled cheerfully, motioning with his arm for you to head up the stairs first.

You were glad to do so it seemed, you always were. You didn't have to watch your husband dispose of bodies, but Alastor found it rather cathartic how you've now started to cringe away from the basement door, after weeks of pestering him over opening it.

A little lesson, he thought. Well deserved.

And look how behaved you were now again.

The walk to the nearby woods was uneventful. Silent. Routine.

Unlike the first time around he dragged you along. You kept wondering and wondering until you finally asked out loud how Alastor knew the streets so well. How he knew where to go where no one would see him. The man you saw him kill was the first one, wasn't he?

He laughed at your unsure smile, brushing your worries off with the flimsiest excuses. How he'd been home late so many times already because of work. How he just preferred to take the quieter roads so as to decompress from all his adoring fans—fans who weren't you.

And it was enough.

Because you foolishly trusted him. You wanted to believe him, and so you did.

Alastor hummed cheerfully as he continued to shovel dirt over his most recent victim. He was certainly far enough into the woods not to care too much about being overheard, anyway.

A sudden soft beeping noise joined his melody, and he looked down at his—rather expensive—watch.

"Would you look at the time! I hadn't realized it was already so late. Time surely flies when you're saving the world, right, darling?" He looked over his shoulder at your unsure form.

You stood hunched over, your back against a tree, and your arms wrapped around yourself, a fair distance from the man burying a body.

Your eyes avoided the hole in the dirt as you painted a strained smile on your face.

Saving the world.

Alastor could practically see the way you tried to remind yourself that that is what your husband was doing.

"It's hard to keep track when you've got a lot do," You vaguely answer, choosing your words carefully.

It's not that you worried Alastor would do anything to you. But you were, unknowingly, cautious of any single thing that could trigger any more silly concerns within yourself.

Alastor hummed in response, his eyes staring at the mangled corpse he threw in the ditch. "They'll be looking for me at work if I don't show up soon, though." He thought out loud. "But I can't exactly leave this rotten stiff like this, can I?"

He sounded troubled. He looked troubled, with that wrinkle between his brow.

A good wife would soothe him.

A good wife wouldn't stand around watching her spouse do all the hard work.

He didn't need to say it though, not that he had any mind to. You heard his voice in your head regardless.

Your timid, unsure voice spoke up. "I...I could stay behind and continue burying it?" It sounded like a question.

One that it seemed like you hoped the answer was no.

Except you'd be a horrible wife for thinking that. You should be praying that he'd say yes.

After all, a good wife would do anything to help her husband.

Alastor froze for a second, his eyes catching yours from above his glasses before he adjusted them up his nose.

Then you were rewarded with a smile.

"My darling wife, always so helpful," He cooed, walking towards you. He dropped the shovel to the ground and wrapped his arms around your waist, almost lovingly.

Alastor could feel how fast your heart beat in your chest, almost fighting to get out. "But I could never ask a lovely doll like you to do such a dirty job like this." He tsked as he looked down at you.

"I can handle it, my dear," You responded, eyes bright with stars at his praises. It was almost as if you'd forgotten what exactly it was you were agreeing to.

Alastor pretended to think for a moment, but his eyes caught sight of the watch on his wrist and decided he didn't exactly have time to enjoy playing with you more.

"Only if you promise not to get caught, my darling." He smiled down at you, and you quickly nodded, promising you'll do a good job and meet him at home.

He pressed his cold lips chastely against your forehead, and left you with a corpse in the woods to bury.

But it's just that, anyway. Nothing too much to ask for.

It's not like you killed him.

And he was probably a horrible person to begin with.

Right?

You brushed away the heavy, gnawing feeling, as you met the glassy unseeing eyes of the corpse in the ground.

Alastor surely knew what he was doing. And you loved him enough to do this simple thing to help with that.

Just as you shoveled in one patch of dirt to cover the man's eyes, you heard a loud gun shot echo through the early morning woods.

You jumped out of your skin, cold hands gripping the shovel as the sound rung out.

Your heart was at your throat as goosebumps littered your skin.

Alastor.

You ran. You barely registered your own body moving until you felt the cold air whipping against your face as your legs carried you to where your husband went.

Worry. It all but consumed you, as your blood rushed loudly in your ears and your heart pounded.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

Please—

You didn't know what you were doing. You didn't recall it. You didn't feel any of it.

You remembered seeing your husband's body collapsed and bloodied on the forest floor.

You remembered seeing someone with a gun standing panicked over him.

But no, you didn't remember when you ran at the culprit.

You didn't remember the feeling of stabbing the shovel into their side, nor the warmth of their blood as it splashed on your cold skin.

You didn't remember bashing the steel against their skull with all your might; the metal dented and morphed as it disfigured the man's face.

You didn't remember screaming until your throat was raw. You didn't remember the tears scrolling down your bloodied cheeks. You didn't remember the horrible, unbearably cold, ache in your chest.

You didn't remember staring down the barrel of a shaky gun.

You didn't remember dying.

All you remembered, was the feeling of Alastor's warm arms embracing you as he pressed his welcoming lips to your forehead.

And how you knew you'd never feel it again.

At least, you didn't think you would.

You blinked in confusion as you stared up the man—thing?—that caught you in their arms like a bride.

"I guess someone ought to rewrite those wedding vows because death didn't seem to do us part!" It laughed. Its voice sounded as if you were merely listening to it from a radio.

No, wait. Sure the thing that caught you also laughed, but you could have sworn you heard a whole crowd do so as well. Strangely, almost like a laugh track.

It's sharp yellow teeth showed proudly as it grinned down on you, and you couldn't help but cringe away a tiny bit from fear.

What are you? You wanted to ask, but you knew better than to be blunt.

You wouldn't want those nasty paper folk to catch wind of Alastor's little wife being rude—

Except. Were you still his wife? Where was he anyway? Where were you?

The thing that held you laughed cheerfully as it gently set you down onto your own feet. "Darling, I will never get enough of how easy you are to read," The thing said, twirling it's cane—microphone?—in it's hand before it leaned on it to study you.

You got a strangely familiar heavy feeling in your gut, but before you could think much of it, your arm was looped through its as it pulled you along to a shop window.

"It seems you're a tiny bit confused, my darling," It said with a bright smile. "It's alright, you weren't always the brightest bulb in the room, but you certainly made up for it with your passion." It chuckled, once again a laugh track following its words from seemingly nowhere.

You felt the tip of its microphone at your chin, tilting it so that you'd turn your gaze from him to the shop window.

You almost jumped away, like an animal not recognizing itself in the mirror.

It took you a minute to realize that you looked at your own reflection.

You even waved your hands around and tilted your head to make sure it followed your movements. To make sure this was real.

You looked nothing like yourself. Hell, you looked nothing human.

"Truthfully, I'm a little offended, dear." The thing beside you spoke up, now turning to his own reflection as he adjusted his bowtie and dusted off his red pinstriped suit. Something oddly familiar.

"It took me less than a second to recognize you, and you still seem to not even know who I am." It said, glancing at you from the corner of its bright red eyes.

Your gaze trailed up to the top of its red hair, seeing two small horns—at least that's what you thought they were.

"The devil?" You asked cautiously, still confused. "Am I in Hell?"

It let out a hum at your response. "One of two. I suppose it's one of your better shots, my dear." It said.

It turned to face you, suddenly leaning down close, so as to have it's mouth right by your ear. Your body freezes on instinct as it spoke.

"Must I really bed you again for you to remember me, darling? Or would watching me bury another body be enough to jog your memory?"

You leaned back, only enough to catch a look at the thing's face. The knowing eyes that seemed so warm, so inviting, so charming, despite how monstrous they looked. The smile that seemed incapable of falling.

The familiar feeling that brewed in your gut.

"Alastor?" You asked, your now clawed hands reached up to caress his cheeks, and the thing—your husband—leaned into it. His eyes briefly closed.

"Took you long enough, really." He said, a joking exasperation in his tone.

The thing—your husband, you had to remind yourself again—abruptly pulled away, his tone bright and cheery as he began to drag you along the streets with a heavy clawed hand on the small of your back. "Now enough of that! Time for more important business, darling!"

"Wait, Alastor? How? What?" You stammered, attempting to pull away to take a second to breathe and clear your head.

The hand that guided you slid to the side of your waist, pulling you tightly against it's Alastor's side. "Ah, my darling thing. Always so slow on the uptake." He shook his head as if he found it adorable. "We're in Hell, dear!"

The words rang loudly in your ears, your heart sinking to your stomach.

"And we have important business to take care of, yes indeed!" Alastor continued, not letting you process a single thought. "And for this, I'll need a partner I can trust! I'll need a partner who I can rely on! I'll need someone absolutely devoted to me." His eyes met yours but he saw how the alarm still outweighed his words.

His eyes narrowed, lowering his face abruptly to yours, to the point where you could feel his breath on your skin. He wanted your attention, all of it, and didn't really care all that much about what else you had to think about.

"Hellooo? Anybody home?" He joked, tilting his head as he saw your eyes come back to focus on him. "Ah, there you are, dear. Thought I lost you for a moment."

You supposed you could think things through later. Even if Alastor looked terribly different now, this was still your caring husband after all. And he needed something.

A devoted parter? Was that what he said?

"Well, you know I'm always here for you, Al. Whatever this plan of yours is." You tried to paint a smile on your lips as you always have.

"Oh, but how exactly do I know that?" Alastor stood back up to his full height, his head tilting as he smiled down at you.

Your brows furrow. You don't quite know how to tell him that. You swore you've done so much for this man, and yet when trying to think of an example, none came to mind.

You cooked and cleaned and looked pretty for him? Spent time with him? Loved him? Lie for him? Hide a body for him? That's just what a good wife would do.

But you supposed—you think—you killed for him.

"I avenged you?" It came out more of a question than an answer. "I killed for you."

Alastor didn't blink as he responded. "Then do it again."

Your mouth ran dry.

Had you heard him correctly? Was it a joke?

You waited for the laugh track to play but none came.

"What do you mean...exactly?" You asked with a nervous laugh, your lips straining to keep the smile.

"Kill for me again," Alastor casually said. He turned, eyes locking onto a random demon further down the street you walked along on. He raised his microphone to point at them, turning his head—unnaturally—to face you again.

"Like that one. I suppose he'll do." His tone was still as cheerful as ever.

You follow to where he pointed, eyes hesitantly looking at the creature.

You quickly looked back up to meet your husband's gaze. That feeling was there again.

And you weren't sure if it was the fact that you just died, or the sheer lunacy of the request, but you finally realized what it was.

Doubt.

You doubted Alastor.

"Why?" Your voice was small. "Is he a bad person too?"

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Hell, if I know dear. I've only just seen him now. But we are in Hell, you know?" His shoulders casually shrugged as if he didn't really care. "So, maybe?"

You tried to hide the tremble in your voice. Tried to hide how you doubted him. "But I already killed for you. Why do I need to prove my devotion even more?"

"You killed out of passion, darling. It hardly counts." He laughed, as if you were being so silly.

You're left with even more questions when Alastor grabbed your wrist, and you melted into shadows before re-appearing right in front of your supposed victim.

"What the fuck?" They exclaimed, jumping back.

"Good day, good fellow! The name's Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!" Your darling husband stepped in front and forcibly shook the confused sinner's hand.

Alastor waved a hand in your direction to showcase you. "This right here is the Mrs., and she'll be killing you now."

You flinched as Alastor's voice further distorted.

Black tentacles wrapped around the now thrashing demon. And to your horror, you realized they came from your still-grinning husband's back.

His red eyes now consumed by black as he looked down at you expectantly.

"I...I don't have a knife." You avoided his eyes and looked away.

Alastor's head tilted. "You have claws now, dear."

You felt bile raise to your throat at the idea of ripping some stranger apart with your own hands.

"It'd be terribly difficult if these clothes get stained. Who knows where I could get new ones in...Hell." You had to spit the word out. "A-and, we're out in the open. Anyone can see us, there might be police here o-or their friends and family."

"You won't do it." Alastor cut off your rambling, more of a statement than a question.

You didn't meet his eyes.

You heard him sigh in dismay. "Well, it's alright, my dear. I suppose I knew your love for me had its limits."

Your eyes widen in shock, head whipping to look at him in panic. There was disappointment in his gaze as he looked away from you. Even as his smile remained painted on his lips, you could see how he seemed to shrink away from you.

"That's not true!" You half yelled, ignoring the struggling demon still held off the ground. "I'd go to the ends of the earth for you. I'd give up my life for you. I followed you to Hell, even! How could you even think that my love for you isn't boundless, Alastor?"

"Because it isn't." He sighed, his clawed hand gripped his microphone tight as he started to walk around you. "You say you'd do anything for me, that you'd give everything up for me. But I'm asking you for something so simple, and you couldn't even do that."

Your shoulders stiffen, you try to turn your head to follow him around. "This is not simple, Alastor." You said, a tinge of hysteria creeping into your voice. "You're asking me to kill someone for you, again."

"Wrong." Your husband said in a rather, sing-song manner. A jarring buzzer effect played at his words.

"I'm asking you to kill someone who is already dead." Alastor explained, barely paying mind to the sinner who now just looked very uncomfortable. "And you're already in Hell."

He looked at you as if you were stupid not to have put this together yourself. "He won't lose anything. You won't lose anything. There is nothing to give up with this tiny request of mine."

He stopped walking in front of you, but a greater deal of distance away now than when he started.

"And yet you can't even do that, my love."

You glanced down at your hands—your claws—in uncertainty.

That persistent feeling—doubt—swallowed you whole as you stood there willing your body not to move.

You should stop.

Run.

Never look back.

But instead your body moved toward the sinner; sharp, shaking, hands hesitatingly sinking into their flesh.

Once. Twice. Thrice. You couldn't be useless to your husband.

Their muffled screams sounded so far away from you, even as they yelled right by your ears.

You felt it.

Their skin giving way and the blood dampening your clothes each and every time you sank your soft, delicate, clawed hands into him.

The feeling of your long claws coming into contact and tearing through whatever bone or muscle stood in their way.

The awful, gut wrenching, guilt that swallowed your chest.

You hated it.

Alastor's hand clasps affectionately at your shoulder as he watched you cheerfully. Enjoying the conflict in your eyes as your heart died with every drop of blood that spilled from your hands.

"I think I may have just fallen so deeply in love with you, my dear wife." He cooed into your ear.

And your chest didn't flutter, or grow, or skip a beat like you had thought it would at those words.

But it's probably just the guilt, right?

It's just because so much has happened that you couldn't process anything.

Because you still loved Alastor, didn't you?

You loved him with your very soul, but he was a liar, and you may have finally started to see it.

Taglist @lil-bexie / @mizukikyong / @amurtan / @fokrilove / @fairyv-ice

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋

𝖭𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1 | 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 2

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Portrayal of violence!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍,

as if each inhalation draws in a palpable weight of unease. Silence hangs heavy in the air, a thick blanket that smothers any attempt at conversation, leaving only the sound of anxious heartbeats reverberating against the walls. The frame, relishing the dim lighting of the room, paces back and forth, its movements mirroring the restlessness of the scene it encapsulates.

Anxiety etches itself into every feature of his face, a portrait of conflicting emotions. Brows furrowed in deep concentration; lips pressed together in a tight line. The beating of his heart inside his ribs reverberates through the room, a drumming rhythm that seems almost audible, threatening to shake him to his core. Each ragged breath he takes feels like a battle against the oppressive stillness that surrounds him.

Beyond the towering walls that enclose the room, the faint sound of muffled cries echoes, a haunting accompaniment to his mounting apprehension. Each echo seems to pull him deeper into the depths of uncertainty, forcing him to confront the unknown with every fiber of his being. The room becomes a stage for his inner turmoil, a battleground where fear and resolve clash in a symphony of uncertainty.

It’s been hours since he stood in the room bathed in luxury, pacing endlessly with his footsteps muffled by the carpeted floor. His brows from time to time would furrow greatly before relaxing again as he tried to breath in the cold air lingering. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, tracing the intricate pattern without truly appreciating it, as the cries and shouts persisted in the background. With a heavy sigh, he sank into the sprawling sofa, enveloped by darkness.

Resting his elbow on his knees, he buried his pale face in his hand.

The coldness of his hand served as a stark reminder, anchoring him to consciousness as he waited for something. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again once more, inhaling the chilly air with painful breaths. His hands raked through his messy blonde hair, tousling the strands, as his crimson eyes glinted, a stark contrast against the dimly lit room.

He has been repeating the same action since the moment he arrived, a futile attempt to quell the relentless onslaught of thoughts that besieged his mind upon hearing the news.

As the minutes dragged by, each one felt like an eternity, a torturous interval of uncertainty. The room seemed to shrink around him. The distant cries seemed to echo in his mind.

Then, suddenly, the sounds of struggle ceased, replaced by the muffled, piercing cries of a newborn. His ears perked up as he stood, the anticipation palpable in the air. With eager strides, he paced towards the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors swung open with a resounding creak, the sound reverberating throughout the chamber. He froze in his tracks, his attempt to fix his composure faltering as he braced himself for what lay beyond.

"Your Highness," a frame enters, his demeanor reverent as he approaches the restless figure. With a deep bow, the man delivers the words he had been waiting for so long.

"The queen has given birth to a boy," the minion announces, his eyes closed in anticipation, awaiting the king's reaction, his pointed horn aimed towards the ceiling. "A potential heir to the throne—"

The servant's words ignited a tempest of emotion within him, his heart hammering against its confines with relentless intensity. His once calm demeanor has now transformed, his eyes ablaze with a fiery crimson hue.

With determined strides, he marched towards the door, each step weighted with purpose as he departed the chamber.

His footfalls echoed heavily against the polished floor, the sound resonating off the imposing walls that enclosed the corridor. His pace quickened, his path devoid of company, the solitude amplifying the tumult raging within him.

Adorning the darkened walls were portraits, frozen moments capturing him and his current wife in happier times, their smiles brimming with genuine joy, their love still untainted by the bitterness that now enveloped them. Yet, as he passed each image, his gaze remained fixed ahead, his thoughts consumed by the turbulent sea of emotions churning within his breast.

Then, a faint sound of striding echoed behind him.

“Y-your Highness…” the minion spoke, their voice barely a whisper in the oppressive silence. “H-her highness desires a t-time to—"

But before the minion could finish, a swift machination cut off their words.

He halted briefly.

His head turned sharply, and his unforgiving red-blooded eyes fixed on the minion who had dared to interrupt him. The sight behind him was a grotesque tableau of horror, as if a nightmare had taken physical form in the dimly lit corridor.

The flesh of the minion lay scattered on the floor in a nightmarish collage of torn limbs and mangled organs. Limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and severed appendages were strewn haphazardly among the carnage. The air was thick with the sickening scent of death, a putrid stench that clawed at his senses.

Blood and viscera coated the walls in a gruesome tapestry, creating macabre patterns that seemed to writhe and pulsate in the dim light. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sickly-sweet aroma of decay.

Blood stains adorned his clothes, dark splotches that seemed to throb with a life of their own. Trickles of blood ran from his cheek to his jaw, tracing intricate paths over his pale, sweat-soaked skin. His sharp teeth were bared in a menacing display, stained red as they sank deeper into his lips as a low, guttural growl rumbled from his throat.

With brows furrowed firmly, he continued his action, his movements fluid and purposeful, like a predator stalking its prey in the dead of night.

Then, forcefully, the door of the room was flung open, slamming against the walls and leaving fractured adornments in its wake. As he entered the room, his presence commanded immediate attention, with the baffled servants surrounding the door bowing in deference as soon as his figure came into their sight.

“Your Highness!”

“Her Majesty is resting, sir…”

“Sire—she desires no visitors…”

The servant's words fell on deaf ears as he continued walking with heavy steps deeper into the darkened chamber, the flickering light from the fire in the corner casting eerie shadows as his imposing presence loomed over them.

Then, the bed came into his sight as he stood on the threshold. Within the curtains that surrounded the bed, multiple women of the bedchamber attended to the figure lying within, obscured by darkness. Sensing the seriousness on his face, his horns protruding menacingly into the air, the women lingering in the chamber immediately excused themselves, hastening to leave the room. All the other servants followed suit, closing the door silently as they departed, leaving him alone with the figure on the bed.

Within the darkness of the room, his eyes fixated on the shadowed frame lingering, cradling a tiny form protectively in her arms. The infant cried softly, enveloped in a blanket of clothing.

He met the gaze of the glinting eyes of the figure, her hues shining with hostility, and her brows furrowed alarmingly.

“The child resembles nothing of you,” the mellifluous voice of a woman resonated, her tone laced with a hint of accusation as she hugged the child closer to her chest.

Silence.

As his eyes traveled to her arms, her words were confirmed. Lucifer's features were nowhere to be found in the child. The red baby locks atop its head were not his own, and the distinct ears of a deer protruding from its head were a stark contrast to his own demonic traits.

The child, with its innocent cries and tiny fingers that reach for his wife’s face, was a constant reminder of his own inadequacy. It bore no resemblance to him, neither in blood nor in flesh, and the knowledge of this gnawed at him like a festering wound.

As he stared further at the scene, his hatred for the child and everything it represented intensified. The mere sight of the creature, so unlike himself, filled him with a burning rage.

Her voice shattered the silence, reaching his ears as he stood in utter disbelief.

“You are not the father.”

He seethed, the flames atop his head growing further, casting flickering shadows across the chamber. His eyes turned darker.

"You knew the consequences,” he furiously exclaimed, his voice echoing with a sinister edge. “You knew what would happen if the child wasn't mine."

She laughed bitterly.

"You have every right to follow through with your threats," her voice seethed with resentment. "Why don’t you do it now… now that the proof you’ve been waiting for is here in my arms?"

He advances towards her, his voice a dangerous growl that reverberates through the chamber.

"You dare to challenge me, woman? To defy me in my own domain?" The flames atop his head flare.

She stands her ground, her voice unwavering despite the tremble in her heart.

"I'm not afraid of you, Lucifer. I won't cower before your threats."

Her eyes flash with defiance.

Lucifer's hand twitches involuntarily, his nails growing sharper. The air crackles with tension.

His voice filled with turmoil, the words tumbling from his lips like venom. "I should end this now. End you both."

"Then do it!”

But as he raised his hand to strike, as he prepared to unleash his wrath upon her and the innocent life she cradled, he faltered. In that moment, he saw the echoes of the woman he loved reflected in her eyes, a flicker of vulnerability amidst the defiance, and he couldn't bring himself to follow through with his violent intentions.

Instead of proceeding, he withdrew, his demonic features softening as he returned to his normal state. The flames atop his head subsided, the infernal glow dimming as his blood-red eyes shifted to their usual light-yellow sclera.

As he clenched his fist tightly, his nails dug into his skin, drawing golden blood that seeped from the wounds. His jaw clenched tightly, teeth grinding against each other.

In a fury of rage, he swiftly turned away from the room, his footsteps echoing loudly against the stone floor as he stormed off. And in his wake, he left death in his path—the unfortunate servants who had crossed him as he left the door meeting a gruesome end. Blood splattered across the walls and floor in a grotesque display of violence.

As he walked over the scattered remains, crimson staining his hands and face, his aura seeped diabolically into the surrounding darkness.

He spoke low with his deep baritone.

“That damned radio demon.”

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Despite Everything

Alastor x GN! Reader

A/n: I’ve been seeing too many angst prompts on tiktok- ANYWAYS I WORKED ON THIS BETWEEN REQUESTS SO ENJOY

TW: Angst, Flashback to when you were alive, drinking, talk of murder, secret marriage.

Alastor sent a glare towards Mimzy as she sat at the bar. Why was she telling all his dirty secrets but what made him let out a growl was she mentioned something that shocked everyone into silence around her. One of his best kept secrets is now out in the open. He wanted to kill her right there but he couldn’t, he was stuck where he stood staring her down as loud static echoed around everyone in the hotel. Even Husk had quickly made an exit.

“Oh yeah! I saw your little songbird wanderin’ around Cannibal Town, Alastor.” She hummed ignoring his glare as his smile threatened to fall, ears flickering in annoyance. “Songbird?” Angel asked unfazed from Alastor’s angry sulking, “Oh Alastor don’t tell me you haven’t told them about your spouse!” She hummed out taking a sip from whatever Husk had given her. Everyone abrupt into questions at that, only falling silent when Alastor sent them a glare. His cane tapped on the ground in annoyance before he stormed out of the hotel, feet automatically taking him towards Cannibal Town he needed to find out if what Mimzy was saying was true or was she just trying to get under his skin. They shouldn’t be down here- they should be up in Heaven, especially after what he had done.

Your hands gripped the ceramic sink as you glared at your reflection in the mirror. You were tired, so tired from constantly being around people that it drained you before you could even get onto the stage and sing your heart out. Was this what fame felt like? Even if it wasn’t the finer Hollywood fame people have talked about, but the fame that came with being a known singer around where you lived.

A knock on the door made you jump out of your skin before you let out a soft sigh walking towards the door, “Mr. Deverick give me a few more moments-” You stopped mid sentence as you gazed upon the famous radio host standing in front of you, a soft smile on his lips as he held out your favorite flowers. “Now I’m not Mr. Deverick but I will generously give you a moment alone if needed.” He hummed stepping inside your personal room after you had let him in, the flowers still in his hand. Closing the door you let a small smile grace your lips, seeing your husband fix his suit in the vanity that was located in the corner of the room.

“What do I owe the pleasure, Alastor?” You asked as you also fixed your clothes making sure to hide the wedding ring under your favorite pair of gloves, you’ve had to hide your marriage with Alastor for years, why was it bothering you now? “Well I wanted to come see you, Dear! Especially before your show.” He hummed out watching as you turned your back towards him to fix some things up, watching as the smile you wore turned into a frown. He walked over to you carefully placing his chin on your shoulder, “You should smile more, Dear.” He whispered, watching as you nodded and glanced at the wall, your mind was somewhere else.

But before he could comment on it, the faraway look in your eyes disappeared and you smiled at him. Leaning your head against his and he hummed before allowing a lulling silence to captivate you both. A comfortable silence. Everything he did, it was for you. Only you.

~~~

He walked into Rosie’s Emporium, his eyes snapping onto her tall frame as she was talking to someone. Which had made him stop in his tracks. It..It was you. You looked as beautiful as the day he married you and then the day he..he had killed you in a blind rage. You were no longer under that horrid man’s thumb.

You were here down in hell..why were you in hell? Why weren’t you in Heaven enjoying your afterlife carefree? He was snapped out of his trance as Rosie finally noticed him standing in the doorway. But he couldn’t hear her as he stared at you, seeing how you looked at him- his own spouse was scared. His songbird was terrified of him. He deserved it after all, he was the one who ripped you from the life you were living.

But deep down despite everything he had done to end up down here. He knew it was still you. You were his driving force, he did everything for you. His little Songbird.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=x2aB3ZE1InE&pp=ygUbbXkgZ29vZGJ5ZSBlcGljIHRoZSBtdXNpY2Fs

This is how I hope reader and Alastor's divorce would be like. Give me a grand musical number of reader having ENOUGH and leaving his sorry ass please please please

This way, you won't disappoint me.

This way, you won't waste my time.

This way, I'll close the door.

Consider this as my goodbye.

That's just like you.

Why should I be surprised?

Selfish and prideful and vain.

I'll remind you.

I saw you as a friend.

But now we're done.

This way, you get what you wanted.

This way, you can save your time.

This way, you close the door.

And have your damn goodbye.

You're not looking for a partner!

You're not looking for a friend!

I mistook you for a savior!

What a waste of effort spent!

At least I know what I'm fighting for,

While you're fighting to be loved.

Since you claim you're so much better,

Why's your life spent all alone?

You're alone.

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying.

One day, you might understand.

One day, but not today

For after all, you're

Just a man.

This day, you sever your own head!

This day, you cut the line!

This day, you lost it all!

Consider this as my goodbye!

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Collection of Overlords _ Part 2 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 (here)

In a room, dark and empty, the floor below encased millions of crying and pleading souls. Yet you walked over them as one would to insects on the ground. Your eyes peeked open a bit and the voices all quiet to nothing

The rows of Knight armours and life-sized wooden figures that aligned the walls all bowed in your presence. Your feet brought you to a round red table to the farther side, on top of the table was the exact replica of the landscape of the Pride Ring

In this domain of yours was a lovely creation of yours after Lucifer took over Hell, a table for each of the Rings of Hell and one each table was the exact map of everything within the Ring. From buildings to landmarks to the portals to other Rings for the Hellborns. You had it all and saw it all with your eyes around all of Hell

Your fingers hovered over the marked territories and the duplicates of your souls’ figures placed in their respective areas. Your eyes scanned over, spotting some new figures that has appeared and some areas marked with unfamiliar colours and aura. A hand waves over the entirety of the map like a fan, domains marked in red was nearly half of the place

Whispers of souls from the bodies of your provided winged creatures known as Cages flew around you. They were of your design, with black feathered bodies and wings, similar to that of a crow or raven. But with a twist, eyes red as blood, wings of blades, metal claws, and uniquely their bodies house the souls you deemed with potential to return back to their own lives

“Sinners have been brazen.”

“Very bold. They have stolen your land.”

“Disrespectful. Undeserving.”

“Lazy Overlords!”

“Now, now, my Cages. They have a hard time as it is, don’t give them too much pressure.” While your tone was understanding and sweet, the coldness and disappointment in your eyes told a different story. “But I suppose they have been slacking in my absence.”

“Slacking. Slacking.”

“How dare they. How dare.”

“Punishment. Punishment.”

“Meeting?”

A smile formed and your eyes closed, you turned away from the table as familiar dolls floated over to you. “Yes, it is time for a reunion.”

A soft tune played in the radio tower. You sat in the comfortable armchair while your finger swayed from side to side with the music, you hummed a bit with your eyes closed, and one leg crossed over the other. Various pages floated in the air while a pen was writing on each of them at lightning speed

Your head tilted up a bit as something came to your knowledge. With a snap of your fingers, the paperwork all disappeared and the soft tune was gone. You hummed as you got up and faced outside, even with your eyes closed you can see all of Pentagram City that was the heart of the Pride Ring

“Alastor.”

The Radio Demon immediately appeared after the shadows rose to form his figure, he bowed with hand over his heart before placing it behind his back as he straightened up, “Yes, My Dear Liege?”

“Is Vox still challenging you to random games of his?” You remained facing the view outside of the tower’s window.

“That he is.”

After Alastor had rubbed into Vox’s face that you were avoiding Vox, the insecure Overlord was keen on challenging Alastor on battles of a playful nature to one up him as a way to prove he was superior. Though all that told you was his childishness and lack of responsibility

It had been a while since your presence was made known to the other Overlords, particularly your elite collection. Your stay in the Hazbin Hotel was passed within the group, but none dare to approach you as it was against your likeness to seek you out under information passed along. It wasn’t wise to fake or arrange a chance meeting as well, for you’d know and they don’t want to face the consequence

While you were physically absent, you were not ignorant to what goes on, especially with your collection. You thought perhaps it was time for you to formally make yourself known since they have been very well behaved even after Alastor egged them so. Good that none took the bait

It’s not your intention, however, to put such test and tease for your wonderful elites, but when the opportunity is there, you can’t resist. You let things fall and observe the results. They were very amusing with their persistence to find you yet appear as though they weren’t bothered with your absence

Though the fun’s gotta end

“Arrange a meeting of my Elites,” You turned your head to Alastor’s direction with your eyes closed, “Hmm, in 6 days, let’s do it at Camilla’s place. The Witching hour would do nicely.”

Alastor bowed once more, “Of course, as you desire. Shall I broadcast it right away?”

You gestured to his chair for him to take a seat. When he did, you placed a hand on his shoulder and your eyes opened with a glow, in turn, so did his pendant with an eye design, “Please do.”

Alastor felt power surge through his form as his tower lit up with an eerie green, he spoke into the microphone on his desk, “Let this be a broadcast to the only Elites~ A special message and invitation to the Collection of Elites from Our Beloved Liege.”

Simultaneously, in various parts of the Pride Ring, targetted individuals received their broadcast. Immediately standing at alert

Zestial threw away his teacup and saucer the moment he felt the left coat pocket glow. He carefully took out his pendant and made it hover in the air while his head bowed, awaiting for the message broadcasted through Alastor’s powers mixed with yours

Carmilla raised from her seat when her chest warmed from the pendant, she pulled it out from the charm from the chain around her neck. She brushed aside the documents she had littered around her desk and placed it down, bowing with her hair down when she realized the situation, the long await word from you

Rosie shushed her cannibals, excusing herself when his pendant warmed up with a glow. She arrived at her private room and set the pendant on the couch while she seated next to it, acting as if you were present with her

Zeezi immediately threw a punch at the demon, quickly ending the fight. She kicked away the body, wiping away the blood on her hands before taking out the pendant, and bowed her head to it with eyes closed

Vox’s eyes widened, eying the pendant when Alastor’s voice came through, he was about to dismiss it but the fact that your title was mentioned meant Alastor was speaking on your behalf. He travelled through the cameras to where the other two were lazing around with the pendant in hand, putting it on the table in front of him and which made Velvette and Valentino snap to attention

“A meeting will be held in actually 6 days, at the Wtiching Hour. The meeting place will be at Carmilla’s. Needless to say, your attendance is mandatory.” Alastor relayed all the details you told him.

However, before Alastor ended the broadcast, you spoke up near the microphone, “I look forward to your presence, everyone.”

Once the news was out, the Overlords immediately got to work

Zestial went to Carmilla’s place help her prepare to your standards and satisfactory. Preparing the room to be more elegant and dignified, different from how the usual Overlord meetings were when she hosted

When Carmilla’s daughters heard the news, they were excited as well, it has been ages since they last saw you and even longer when their household was hosting your meeting place. For it was an undeniable honour for you to pick their rundown location for something so rare and sacred

After all, this was the first meeting you’ve hosted and called the others since years, it felt even longer when it was you that gathered everyone together like this. Surely, the topics of discussion was grim and serious for such an occasion

Either way, all Overlords were going to enjoy their time in your presence. Just having you near them was a gift and for you to call them was a joyious event, one worthy of celebration

Though they were very envious that Alastor got you to himself all this time. Again, the blame would be on Vox who had been causing you such discomfortable in your own world, for all their territories were yours to begin with. You were merely gracious to share your spoils with them. Lowly sinners that rose to their current standing and ranks with your support

All looked forward and dreaded the day that was to come. The other sinners and demons felt a change in the air when the Elite Overlords were more active. It was subtle but hard to ignore when the Overlords were more on edge and easy to come to anger

Zestial appearing in the streets more, Carmilla’s demand for perfection, Rosie’s increase appetite, Zeezi’s increase violent battles, and the Vees’ desperate need to produce more results

Somehow, the nobodies Overlords heard of an Overlord meeting and planned on attending as well. Yet the moment these self-proclaimed souls planned on doing so, knight armours and wooden figurines took a hold of them and the shadows devoured them without mercy

Alastor set down a plate of food in front of you, noticing the small smile on your face even when your eyes were closed. “Does something amuse you so, My Liege?”

You chuckled, “Oh, nothing much. Merely some souls begging for a good torment.”

Alastor felt his smile grow, understanding the implication. He so loved your sadistic nature to those unworthy, for he done the same. “I see. As long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

Your eyelids fluttered open a hinch, “Believe me when I say, I am.”

Note: Okay, I lied. There's more to write than I thought. In my defense, there wasn't much idea, but then it flooded when I started. So there's part 3 where the Overlords are meeting the Collector~

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‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL’ ALASTOR

summary. you snuck out to have a proper date with Alastor. One thing led to another and the night ended with him taking your virginity. though while you enjoy the new feelings that sex arouse, consequences await you at home.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

warnings. steak eating (sorry vegans), smut, virgin!reader, agegap! you’re in your 20s while Alastor is in his 30s, blood, blood kink, overstimulation, alastor is rough, doggystyle, toxic relationship, gory depictions, dark romance, 18+ minors dni, this doesn’t have a happy ending fyi

author’s note. i’m so pissed because i had to rewrite this chapter over since my dumbass deleted the other draft, same thing happed with my Lucifer fic! but please enjoy and comment your thoughts! this hasn’t been proofread so i’ll come back to edit it a bit later x

The following evening arrived, and you found yourself standing on the grand patio, the air filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the clock struck 8 o'clock, Alastor appeared, his charismatic presence commanding the attention of the night. With a smile, he offered his arm, and you set off for a mysterious dinner that promised to reveal his world.

The drive took you away from the grand surroundings of the estate to an industrial district. The grandeur of your estate was replaced by the raw energy of the city's outskirts. Alastor led you to a warehouse, its exterior betraying no hints of the secrets held within.

You fiddled with your purse, watching Alastor unlock the doors with a rustic key and as the large doors creaked open, you stepped into an unexpected world. The interior of the warehouse was transformed into an intimate dining space, bathed in soft, warm lighting. A table adorned with flickering candles and traditional dishes awaited, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of a carefully curated meal.

"I hope you find this place to your liking," Alastor remarked, a glint of mystery in his eyes.

"It's… stunning," you replied, taking in the unexpected charm of the warehouse setting. Alastor pulls out a chair for you, placing a napkin in your lap as you eye all the food in front of you in hunger, "Did you cook all of this?"

"There's nothing like a home cooked meal, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Alastor took his seat in front of you before unfolding his silverware, "Do eat while it is still hot."

The food that laid in front of you was simple, a carefully crafted steak and a side of asparagus with a sauce that was as red as blood. You wasted no time before digging in, nearly moaning at the delicious taste. Not only was Alastor charming, but he could cook. You had mastered a few recipes in the kitchen but even you admit that your culinary skills could use some improvement.

Needlessly to say, your plate was practically licked clean as the night unfolded. Conversation flowed effortlessly and Alastor, once shrouded in enigma, gradually revealed more about himself. However, your curiosity was piqued by a glimpse into his workspace, tucked away in a corner of the warehouse.

"What do you do here?" you inquired, noting the array of microphones and recording equipment.

Alastor hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Well, my dear, this is where I craft my art."

Your eyes widened as realization dawned. "You're an artist?"

"In a way," he answered cryptically, a hint of amusement in his tone. "But more specifically, I am the voice behind the popular radio show that you might have heard."

The revelation hung in the air, and as Alastor confirmed his identity as the renowned radio show host, you couldn't help but be swept away by the unexpected turn of events.

"That's why your voice sounded so familiar – you're the voice behind the Bayou Daily!" Your hand covered your mouth in excitement, eyes sparkling. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a star."

"Hardly that, my dear," Alastor responded, waving his hand dismissively with a playful laugh. "If anything, I think I'm more of a lightning rod for controversy than a beloved figure."

"Well, controversy has its charm," you teased, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. Your fingertip gracefully traced the rim of your wine glass. "I enjoy a bit of edge and, dare I say, a different perspective. I make it a point to tune in every evening with my mother, surprisingly enough."

"A fan, then?"

"Your devoted number one," you replied, meeting his gaze with a subtle twinkle in your eyes.

Alastor's smile hinted at something more than mere hospitality, a subtle shift in the air as he leaned closer. Your imagination danced with the possibility of a scene from one of the many fairytales you read growing up, where the dashing knight was about to seal the moment with a kiss.

Yet, as anticipation filled the room, Alastor abruptly stood, shattering the romantic atmosphere. "Let me get your dishes," he declared, leaving you perplexed.

“No, no! You relax and let me clean; you did all the cooking,” you insisted, attempting to grab the wine glasses. Alastor, however, restrained you, holding your wrist with a sudden strength that made your eyes widen slightly.

“We can’t have you dirtying those delicate hands, (Y/N), allow me,” he said, taking charge of the dishes. “Please, make yourself at home; I’ll only be a moment.”

As he disappeared into the kitchen, a chill crept down your spine. Everything in your body told you that there was something else lingering in the air, something strange.

Alastor swiftly vanished into the kitchen, suppressing his maniacal laughter. The knightly facade he had expertly crafted had successfully brought down your defenses.

He had dealt with your type before, spoiled rich girls who want nothing more than to take control of their only life regardless the harm it causes to them or others. That determination would lead them down a path of self-destruction yet they willingly go anyway.

Take you for example, you were so eager to escape your gilded cage that all caution slipped from your mind. You were blinded by your perception of love that you didn't even dare to question the questionable, like how had Alastor, a radio show host, made it into a party meant for high society? How had he known where you lived? Everything you thought a coincidence was planned. Alastor had planned everything to the first encounter and to the last. He had been watching you for awhile, if anything, he was sure he knew more about you than yourself. Alastor knew your favorite tea down to the very color of brassiere you were wearing right now.

Once sheltered from life's harsh realities, you transformed into a woman eager to assert yourself in society. Despite your mother's cautionary tales of predators, you dismissed her warnings and because of that you all but fell right into Alastor's hands.

With a grin stretching from ear to ear, Alastor immersed himself in washing dishes, all the while attuned to the sound of your kitty heels echoing in the adjacent room. There was a hint of sympathy in him – he almost felt bad at how easy this was or going to be. You unwittingly paved the way for him to infiltrate your life, your trust a vulnerable thread caught in the web of his deceit.

Whether your mind harbored caution, overshadowed by the decisions of your heart, or if unbridled trust clouded your judgment, the outcome seemed inevitable. Alastor recognized that your choices were steering you toward a dangerous conclusion, one that will prove fatal.

A glint of a knife caught the light as Alastor prepared to carry out a sinister act. He fully intended on slashing your throat in one swift motion, watching as the blood sprays from your body onto his face and the floor. The thought alone made his cock undeniably harden. He wanted to feel your crimson blood on him, taste that irony taste as the life drains from your eyes. There was something so beautiful about the last moments of a human life, it was addicting to see. In Alastor's eyes he was an artist, and the human body was his canvas, their blood the paint in making a glorious masterpiece that only he was blessed to see- and he couldn't wait to make you apart of his collection.

Alastor left the kitchen with concealed malice yet you seized the moment despite your nerves, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. The warmth of your lips against his momentarily erased the darkness, leaving Alastor bewildered and conflicted in the whirlwind of his own emotions. It had been forever since someone kissed him and feverishly so. It made the sinner stunned as you pulled him closer to you.

Not only were you foolish enough to trust him. You did something worse, you fell in love with him. The pages to your story were turning wildly and Alastor realized he didn’t particularly hate this. It took him only a second to decide to kiss you back. Alastor backed you up against his desk, lifting you with ease so he could stand in between your legs, your lips never parting from one another as yqou grip onto Alastor’s shirt so harshly in the fear that this was a dream and he would disappear at any moment. Unknowingly, Alastor set the knife down behind you, his eyes flickering open while yours remained closed to it hide among his messy desk of things.

Alastor's conflicted emotions swirled within, torn between the darkness that craved destruction and an unexpected, budding feeling inside his chest. As he held you close, a sinister impulse whispered the allure of murder and the familiarity of wielding power over life. Yet, an unfamiliar warmth stirred within him, fueled by the connection that blossomed during this unexpected kiss.

The struggle between the desire to embrace his malevolent nature and the uncharted territory of love played out in the depth of his crimson eyes. The dichotomy of killing you and savoring that power battled against the newfound tenderness that made him question the nature of his own desires.

In that tumultuous moment, Alastor wrestled with the notion that perhaps taking your innocence would be a compromise, a way to bridge the gap between his sinister tendencies and the allure of an emotion he never thought he'd entertain. The clash of these conflicting emotions created an intricate dance within him, leaving his path uncertain as he grappled with the complexity of his own heart.

You pulled away suddenly to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you felt your whole body grow hot with embarrassment, "I've been wanting to do that since you picked me up in the car...I'm sorry, was that too forward?"

"One the contrary," Alastor let out a shaky breath, the sexual tension in the air so thick he was sure he might suffocate from it, "Your forwardness is most welcomed."

"Then.." You wanted to suggest something else, something more but the words seemed to have got caught in your throat. You look away, unable to meet Alastor's intense gaze.

"Then..?" He teased, making younonly shrink under his gaze even more, "We should stop here my dear, I can ruin you."

"But what if I want you to ruin me?" You found your confidence then, "I am not so innocent as you may think Alastor, I-I have read books, seen picture, I even have.." you trailed off, already revealing too much.

"Touched yourself?" Alastor finished your words for you with a knowing smirk. His long slender fingers moved your thighs, making the dress you wore bunch around your waist as he teasingly tugged on your black garter, "Oh, darling, you have no idea what you're asking."

"I do."

"Do you?"

"Don't tease me Alastor," You huffed, taking it upon yourself to pull your dress off over your head, revealing your black undergarments beneath, "I'm not a child."

"Then show me," Alastor had to restrain himself from punching onto you right then and then and there. He let his fingers explore further until he cupped your clothed cunt into the palm of his hand, making you let out a gasp. His fingers slipped past your underwear, coming into direct contact with your wet slit before he moved his thumb in circles directly onto your clit.

Your lips parted, letting out a quiet moan as he entered a single finger inside you. his piercing gaze never left your face as he watched your facial expression. You shut your eyes tight at the sudden intrusion, trying to relax your body as you felt Alastor's finger another work into you, your tightness making him groan at the feeling of your clenching around his fingers, "Alastor.."

A few moments pass with the uncomfortable feeling before Alastor gets onto his knees in front of you after taking his fingers out of you, a devilish look in his eyes that made you sure that he was going to devour you right then and there without restraint, "How about I taste you (Y/N)? Hm?"

You swallowed thickly with a nod, meeting his lustful gaze with your own as you watch him situate his head between your legs, pushing your thighs up into your chest so he could get a clear view of your cunt that was aching for some sort of attention.

"Oh mon chére," Alastor lets out a low groan, his eyes never leaving the sight of your glistening folds and your hole that was fluttering around nothing, "So, so beautiful."

Without warning, he dives in between your parted legs to lap up your leaking arousal with his tongue, making you buck up into his mouth in hope of getting more of that feeling, "A-Alastor!"

He chuckles against your folds, latching his mouth onto your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"Oh my...fuck." You tangle your fingers into his hair, biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the new found pleasure.

You could practically feel Alastor smirking against you, a low groan coming from his throat as he takes in the sight of your trembling form. He tightened his grip on your thighs, holding them in place as you tried to close your legs due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. Alastor made sure to slurp up everything you gave him, the lewd sound bouncing off the walls of the warehouse making you feel flustered.

Alastor bites down on your inner thigh, looking up at you with a smile, "How does that feel (Y/N)?"

You nod with a whine, desperate to feel his tongue on you again, "S'good Alastor...please.."

"There you go," He continue to move his tongue around expertly, giving attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves so he could drive you closer and closer to the edge, "Give in to that pleasure."

At the simple command, your sent spiraling through an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your toes curled and your legs trembled as you moan out Alastor's name in ecstasy. The lewd sounds of slurping and spitting make your whole body shake as you come down from that euphoric state.

“Jesus,” You say breathlessly. Alastor enjoyed the sight of your body reacting to such a way and he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when his cock was ready to burst through the seams. He grabbed a hole of your hand, forcing your hands to slip pad there waistband of his pants and feel his hard cock. You look up at Alastor in slight awe, amazed that a man’s genital could be so warm and feel so firm, “Oh..y-you’re—”

“Hard, yes,” Alastor groans at the feeling of you slowly pumping his shaft out of mere curiosity, “I need to have you.”

“Then take me,” Your words were the consent he needed because before you knew it you were flipped over, your breast pressing against the harsh surface of Alastor’s desk.

The radio host dug his nails into your hips as his swollen tip that licked with pre cum brushed against your slick entrance. Alastor brought his hips back only to snap them forward, he entered you painfully slow, and you swore you felt something rip. The pain you expected to feel was an understatement as if felt as if you were splitting into two.

“Ah! Alastor..wait—!” The man above you only groaned at the feeling of your tight velvety walls clenching around his tip, “It hurts..!”

“And I’m not even half way in, sweetheart.” You shudder at the feeling of his breath in your neck, his teeth biting down on your neck so harshly that you were sure it was going to leave a mark come morning.

And as he continued to push himself deeper, and deeper, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of the thin trail of blood that slid down his length, showcasing the loss of your virginity. He relished in the sounds of your whimpers of pain, it would be no time before he turned you into a masochist— he would make you, force you to like the pain so much that you’d have to find nothing but pleasure within it to keep you sane.

He wanted to break you, and once he did there was no going back. You’d be his forever, whether you liked it or not.

Eventually, that pain turned into pleasure for you, the l need for him just fuck you right there on the desk. Soft moans escape past your lips, Alastor’s name and incoherent sentences falling from your tongue as he began thrusted into you roughly. The entire desk shook, your fingernails grip the table so harshly that your knuckles turned white.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the warehouse. The straps to your brassiere fell from the sudden movements, making your breast nearly poke out from their fabric cage. You couldn’t help but be turned on by Alastor’s low grunts and you could only imagine what face he was making right now. Was his sweat beading down his face? Was he tossing his head back because of how good you were making him feel?

"Fuck, you’re so perfect," Alastor eyes never left your back as he watched you toss your head back in pleasure, he took that as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in your hair, yanking your hand back so he could lean down bite down on your earlobe. His breath hot and heavy in your ear, "It’s like your body was made for me, wouldn’t you say so?”

You could only moan at his works, his hand adorning your neck to choke you as he continued to fuck you with reckless abandon. His tight hold on your skin made your breathing ragged and stars blind your vision as your cunt leaks your arousal onto his cock that was fucking you right into the table.

"Look at you," Alastor hooks one arm under your right knee, lifting it up onto thr e table so he could go impossibly deeper inside your greedy pussy. The sound of your slick arousal making your whole body heat up with a needy ache that only he could cure, “You’re so drunk off the pleasure my little doe, you’re practically drooling.”

Alastor puts his thumb in your mouth, pressing it against the flat of your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it to suck on it eagerly. This was so unbecoming of you. In a few days, and couple of meetings you had fully succumbed to the charm of Alastor. He had drooling and shaking with a pleasure you didn’t even seem possible. Was this what you had been missing now that you were a woman now? Was this love between a man and woman? Because if so, it was addicting now that you had a generous taste of it.

"A-Alastor!" You moaned out, clenching around him as you felt that familiar feeling of being pushed closer and closer to edge, "Please! I can’t—"

“You can,” Alastor slowed down his rough thrust with a grin, making you whine as you felt your nearing orgasm slowly retreat from you. You turned your head, cheek smushed against the table as you looked up at him with a whimper, "and you will, mon chère.”

You were melting into his fiery touches. Practically sobbing out in want, begging him to give you that release you so desperately needed.

Pleased with your tears and pleading eyes, Alastor pulled his hips back only to snap them forward harshly. He watched his cock disappear into your tight hole, your pussy sucking him in perfectly, stretching wide to accommodate his size. Alastor brought his thumb to circle your swollen clit at a pace that matched his thrusts.

His words brought you over the edge, making you cum all over his cock that he was still pistoling inside you to chase his own release. You mewled out at the overstimulation, tears leaving your eyes as you brought your hand back in a poor attempt to stop him but Alastor was going to force another orgasm out of you whether you liked it or not, "Al—! W-Wait!"

"One more, my dear," Alastor’s southern drawl made you shiver as you arched your back, toes curling as you let out a pleasurable scream when you came again. Your essence coating his cock and the beautiful sight of your dazed face sent Alastor over the edge. He pulled out, pumping his length quickly as he came into your back, painting a few spots of your skin white with his seed.

You shudder when you felt Alastor place a sweet kiss on to the new forming bruises along your neck, his large hands gliding across your skin as you come down from your state of euphoria, basking in the afterglow of sex.

Alastor tilt your head up, sweat beading down both of your foreheads before you lean in to kiss him in your dazed state. He deepened the kiss rather quickly, savoring the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth. As you both share a sloppy yet passionate kiss, you felt your heart tug in a way that made you feel like a lovesick school girl. In that moment you realized that you’d follow Alastor to the ends of the earth if he asked you two. It was a silent contract, a deal you couldn’t break now that your souls were intertwined.

"Is my daughter still requesting tea?" Your mother walks into the kitchen with a silk feathered robe on. The maid who was making your tea, and hiding your secret, nearly froze at the sound of her employer's voice. It was past ten o'clock and usually your mother was in bed by now, "I asked you a question, girl."

"Uh, yes Mrs.Duvalier," The maid turns ever so slightly to bow her head respectively before continuing to prepare the tea, "My apologies, I couldn't hear you over the whistling tea pot."

"Hm," Your mother raised in eyerbrow in suspicion but covered it with a small smile as she took the tea tray from the servants hands, "Allow me to take this to my daughter, I've been meaning to check up on her."

"You shouldn't worry yourself Mrs.Duvalier, it is just a cold." The maid tried move past your mother but she stepped in the way, her voice now cold and but more demanding as she looks upon the maid as if she were nothing mote than a fly to swat away.

"Nonsense," Your mother bit back, "There is nothing like a mother's touch. Allow me."

Your mother, driven not only by suspicion but genuine concern, sought to care for you. Despite occasional harshness, her actions stemmed from love, with you as her paramount motivation. As she ascended the stairs with grace, she found herself in front of your door hesitant a bit to knock but she overcomes the nerves after a a moment. Knocking on your door with a tray of tea in hand, she hoped for a heartfelt conversation, "Dearest, I brought you your tea. Can I come in?"

Silence.

“(Y/N), if you're upset, understand that everything I do is for your well-being.”

No response echoed behind the door.

“Very well, I'm entering to discuss whatever troubles you." The door swung open to reveal an empty, untouched room.

A sudden realization swept over your mother as she observed the pristine room. It dawned on her that you had managed to slip away unnoticed, sneaking out without leaving a trace. Your mother's anger intensified as the pieces fell into place – the early leave from dinner, the tea, and a lying maid. It struck her that you had not only sneaked out, but you had snuck out likely to be with Alastor. It only fueled her frustration at the audacity of such actions.

"Corinne!" Your mother yelled out for her personally maid, the one who also oversees everything in the house. After being in your mother's employment for twenty years, your mother not only saw her as one of her best maids but a dear friend.

Corinne hurried up the steps from the servants quarters, wearing nothing but a nightgown and clutching an oil lamp between her fingers, "Mrs.Duvalier! What is wrong!?"

"It appears my daughter has slipped from our fingers," The calmness in your mother's voice made Corinne shiver as she glanced into the empty room.

"Shall I call the police?" Corinne asks with worry, "She shouldn't be out so late. There is a killer still on the loose. I'll ring for help and then we can start a search party-"

"No," your mother glowered, her expression exuding an anger even the devil himself might cower from. "Dismiss every maid, and have new ones in place by 9 am tomorrow. As for my daughter…" A sigh escaped her lips as she closed your bedroom door with a sharp glare. "The fewer people who know of this, the better. She will return on her own accord, and when she does, I'll make sure to put that girl on a leash."

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What is Left of Me Without You?

Synopsis: Your husband didn't love you, not yet at least—that's what he told you. First, he wanted to see just how much you loved him.

Warnings: dubcon, smut, oral - m receiving, sex, abusive relationship, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, some misogyny, angst

Tags: married, one sided romantic love, Alastor x Reader, female!reader, reader is somewhere on the ace spectrum too

MDNI

To everyone in your town, you and your husband were the picture perfect couple.

Alastor, the bright, charming, down-right intoxicating radio host, walking down the street with you, his absolute darling of a wife on his arm.

Smiling, giggling, sharing hushed whispers. It looked as if the two of you were lost in your own lovely little world.

Even behind closed doors, Alastor proved himself to be the perfect gentleman. You never wanted for anything, never grieved, never felt lonely.

If you so much as glanced at something by a storefront, Alastor would have it tied with a bow at the foot of your bed.

If anything caused you grief, or even inconvenienced you the slightest bit, Alastor would have dealt with it by the end of the day.

If you ever felt lonely, well...

You supposed you didn't really have the right to feel lonely. Alastor was always there, wasn't he?

You woke up to the sound of your husband's humming. His smooth voice glided over each note skillfully as you peeled your eyes open.

The sight before you wasn't anything new: the other half of the bed empty and already fixed up.

You turned to sit up, and found Alastor in front of your vanity as he straightened his bowtie. He caught your eye through the reflection, and his smile broadened.

The greater half of New Orleans would probably kill to be in your place right now. Seated in a lavish bedroom, your famous, dapper husband walking to your side of the bed to place a kiss on your hand.

"Well good morning, darling! Don't you look adorable in this state." His sweet words greeted you.

It was there again, that odd feeling that sunk in your gut. What was that?

"Good morning, my dear." You greeted him back, ignoring whatever it was. A tired smile graced your lips as you peered up at him. "Headed to work already?" You asked him.

"Why, of course! Who else would wake up New Orleans and tell all those sleepy bones to shake a leg and hop to work?" He struck a pose, hand on his chest. "Only yours truly, of course!"

His warm chestnut eyes met yours through the lenses of his glasses. You let out a tired, soft laugh as you glanced away to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks.

You adored this man—every single bit of him—so you found it hard not to get flustered over him, even after all this time. Hell, you were still counting your lucky stars that he chose to marry you of all people.

Why? Well, you tried not to ask yourself that.

He'd already given you his answer, hadn't he?

Alastor placed a chaste kiss to your cheek, quickly pulling you out of your thoughts before they could spiral. You looked back at your husband as he said something about having to run off or risk being late.

You remained sat in your bed, smiling and watching with hearts in your eyes as your darling husband waved on his way out of your room.

"Looking forward to what you'll cook up this evening, sweetheart!" Alastor grinned, right before the door shut behind him.

And it was there again.

The gnawing feeling was coming by more and more frequently now. What was it?

Was it actually loneliness? But that would be so silly, wouldn't it?

Your husband didn't love you, but he trusted you. And that should be enough for now.

At least, that's what he said when he proposed.

You and Alastor knew each other for a very long time, and basically all of New Orleans knew you took a very strong liking to him.

Alastor had raised the proposition back then. You remember how he had explained that it would be a good thing for both your sakes. How you'd get to be with someone you loved oh so much, and how convenient it would be for him to finally get marriage out of the way. And even more so with a cherished friend like you!

Sure, you hesitated back then; unsure if you really wanted to marry a man who didn't love you the way you did him. But he sung you praises, he sung you promises.

You were darling, you were beautiful, you were smart, you were kind. How could he not grow to love you in your marriage? How could he resist falling for a such a doll who was offering him her heart?

So you said yes.

Because you loved Alastor with every bit of your heart, but he simply just wasn't ready to love you back yet.

And he was such a lovely man who never failed to shower you with affection. Maybe you were just asking for too much—fretting over such small things—for you to feel upset about waking up without your husband beside you.

And—and he was a radio host, after all. Of course he had to get to work early.

You really didn't need to spare it another second of thought.

No, what you really needed to focus on was how you could help your dear, hardworking husband.

You shook your head and slapped your hands softly against your cheeks. You've got to knock that annoying feeling loose. It was all so pointless.

With a more determined look, you got up from the bed. You neatly fixed the sheets and pillows, taking extra care to make sure every single wrinkle was smoothened out.

You silently ran over the list of tasks you had to do today.

Obviously there's cleaning and making sure the house was in order. It would be a real shame if Alastor came home to an untidy space. He's already out working late for both of you, the least you could do was make sure he had a clean home to rest in.

You ought to make time to drop by the market for some fresh meat to cook up. Alastor would surely be famished after work, right? And your mama always did say that the quickest way to a man's heart was through his stomach.

You could also drop by the tailors and get the hem of one of your Alastor's dress shirts straightened out. He hasn't said anything about it, but he's avoided using that particular one for a while now. You knew the uneven stitches had to be bugging him.

Oh, you really needed to pass by a locksmith, too. That dang lock on the basement door still had not budged no matter what Alastor did, and you just could not find the key anywhere.

You've been waving the issue off for a while now—Alastor was right in saying there's no real rush to it, nothing really important down there, anyway—but it'd be nice to have the extra storage available to you again.

You let out a huffed breath and placed your hands on your waist. You held your head high and ready. "Right. Let's get this show started."

It was a busy day, as it always was for you. The hours ticked by as quickly as loose sand through an open palm.

You didn't have time to feel lonely, not when you were too busy scrubbing with all your might against a particularly stubborn grease stain on your sink.

When the house was finally all neat, you got yourself ready to head out. Hair done, just a touch of make up, and a rather modest dress—at least as modest as Alastor had bought you. That man did lean towards the more finer tastes.

You felt it was a bit much just to do a few errands, but you were the sweet wife of a local personality. You had an image to uphold. You had to make sure you didn't do anything to tarnish your darling husband's reputation.

This was just part of the whole package, you supposed. Nothing that can be done about it.

Heading out into the afternoon sun, you painted on a bright smile for all the kind people that greeted you. Cheery, happy, friendly. Oh, but not too friendly.

Meek, quiet, all prim and proper. The makings of a fine lady worthy of her spot by the dapper radio host's side.

You dropped your husband's shirt off by the tailors first. They seemed to be more than happy to rush your request once you let slip who it belonged to. They promised they could have it ready in just a few hours. You thanked them softly, and noted how they were such jolly workers, laughing even as you left the store.

You dropped by the locksmith before the market, not really wanting to carry out a bunch of raw meat as you went about your day.

The nicely dressed man was a bit—difficult to talk to. He seemed to think you had no idea what a door even was. He had just started explaining how you open a doorknob when you felt your cheeks start to strain from how hard you worked to maintain a smile.

"Oh dear me, would you look at the time," You politely cut him off, pretending to be shocked at how late into the day it was. "I am so sorry, sir, but my husband should be coming home any minute now and I haven't even started on dinner!"

A lie. Alastor always came home late.

The man raised a brow at you in disbelief. Not that he didn't buy your act, but more judgmental that a woman would be so careless as to forget to take care of her spouse.

You ignore the look he gave you, keeping your shy smile on. "Maybe you could just sell me the tools. I could get my husband to work on it."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," The man shrugged. "I'll get what you need in a split, so you can run back and make a quick stew at the very least."

He ended up selling you the tools, along with a bunch of other needless things, with the assurance that your husband would definitely need them all.

You bit your tongue as you smiled and thanked him.

Why on earth would you need a box of nails and a bottle of glue to split a lock open?

But you really did not have it in you to stand in that shop any longer.

Besides, how would it look if the papers caught whiff of Alastor's sweet little wife yelling and lecturing a local shop keeper.

You couldn't burden your husband like that.

You hurriedly rushed to the market before they could close, buying the best cut of meat they still had at this hour, before you made your way back to the tailors to check on the progress.

The workers snickered as you entered, but you really didn't think much of it until they pulled out the dress shirt you dropped off.

A large, nasty stain of lord-knows-what sat right at the center of what used to be its pristine white color.

Your smile strained badly. "Oh dear, what on earth happened?" You asked with feigned worry. You already knew what happened.

"Afraid we spilled a bit of lunch on it, sweetie." One of the ladies explained, her companions giggling behind her. "Couldn't be avoided, unfortunately."

You felt your eye twitch.

"I'm sure a lovely doll like you could find a way to fix it. Wouldn't want that hotty husband of yours to leave your pretty face for something like this, would ya?" She went on.

"You better run, though. I heard the cleaners were planning on closing up early today." Another bitch woman spoke up.

Had you been any less horrified at your husband's ruined shirt, you would have been fuming.

You quickly took the shirt and paid, rushing out before you did anything stupid. Like cry.

Oh Alastor's rivals would have a field day twisting a story like that.

As you left the ladies called out "We did straighten the hem, darling!" And a more snarky, muttered comment, "Although, you'd think someone as handsome as Alastor could find a gal that could do something that simple herself."

The walk back home was probably the most tiring part of it all. Having to keep your back straight, your smile lovely, your voice friendly. Never letting the kind people know anything was wrong.

Because you knew those kind people were all itching to have any reason to gossip about your husband.

And you just couldn't have that.

Your shoulders finally sagged as you closed the door to your house. Your smile dropped immediately as you leaned against the door in exhaustion.

You stuffed the ruined shirt in your bag, thinking maybe your can throw it out later on, but you just knew Alastor would notice it was missing. He won't be happy with you, that's for sure.

Never mind that you've bent over backwards for the better half of a year to cater to him. Never mind that you've hidden all your faults under the rug. Never mind that you've been absolutely devoted to him even before your marriage.

You had to be perfect.

But you weren't. And you knew that. It seemed every other woman in New Orleans knew that. And now with the ruined shirt, Alastor would know that too.

He'll see you as less.

It's there again, that's stupid heavy feeling in your gut. Whatever it was.

You sighed in defeat. If you couldn't get the shirt fixed, maybe you could at least make sure he had a good meal to come home to? Maybe that could make him overlook your faults this time.

You burnt it. Somehow,—despite normally being an amazing cook every other time besides tonight—you managed to burn dinner.

You put your hands over your face, groaning in frustration, just absolutely exasperated. Why on earth was everything going wrong today. Why couldn't you just do one thing right? Why couldn't you just be of some help to Alastor? Why—

You lifted your face from your hands, attempting to slow your breathing. Your eyes glanced around your ruined kitchen and your burnt dinner, and that stupid shirt peaking out of your bag, and...the door to the basement?

Right! Maybe there could still be one thing you could do right today.

You wiped your hands over your apron, immediately scrambling for the tools you bought earlier today.

While you weren't the smartest when it came to these things, surely you could figure something out to try to loosen the lock.

You've watched your gentle husband fiddle around with the lock many times before, never opting to break the thing. You suspected he didn't want to look in any way violent in front of you, but you always thought it was so needlessly complicated.

You grabbed a hammer from the pile of junk and made your way towards the basement door. You tested the lock's strength with a few, rather light, taps of the hammer head. It didn't feel that sturdy. You thought you could definitely break it with a bit of force on your end.

You gripped the handle with both hands and brought the hammer down on it.

Once. The sound of metals clashing echoed in your house

Twice. You had to do at least this today.

Thrice. You can't be useless to him.

You smashed the hammer down onto the lock one more time and the battered thing fell to floor.

Your eyes widened, lips spreading into grin out of relief.

Thank heavens, you managed something today. Alastor would be glad to hear this, at least.

You bent over, picking up the fallen lock from the floor.

A weight pressed against you from behind.

Startled out of your wit, you stood up straight, just in time for whoever it was to flatten your body right against the basement door.

"What a lovely sight that was." You hear Alastor's voice right by your ear.

His head found home where your shoulder and head met. His nose trailed up against your skin as he breathed you in.

A gasp escaped your parted lips as you feel his hands squeeze the flesh of your hips harshly.

"Alastor?" You were partly dazed, confused what was happening.

His hips pressed against yours at the sound of his name from your mouth, and you all but recoil.

Alastor was rarely handsy, and that was fine by you. You actually realized that you much preferred it that way. Alastor's love being the only thing you ever really wanted from him.

Moments like these have always caught you off guard.

Because your husband knew that. He knew you weren't comfortable with being intimate. He knew you'd much rather have him just sit by you. He knew you weren't one to jump his bones.

And Alastor normally respected that.

"What a naughty little doll you are," Alastor's breath hot against your skin. "Welcoming a man home all bent over, presenting yourself." He whispered.

Your eyes widened, attempting to turn to face him, but his body kept yours pinned to the door.

"Baby, no. I," Your breathing had gone a bit ragged. "I was just picking up this lock here."

You raised your hand, showing the broken, battered lock in your grip. "I finally managed to open the stubborn thing." You tried to smile up at him over your shoulder, expecting praise.

Alastor's eyes stayed on the lock for a second too long you think, before his hand circled your wrist and yanked your arm behind your back. His swift hands made your other arm follow after it immediately.

The ache in your limbs, the grip he had on you, the shock of it all made the lock tumble right out of your grasp.

Alastor let out a hum of disappointment. "That's a real shame, sweetheart. I thought you were finally opening up to me." He said, his voice still filled with mirth. "Could have really used it tonight, too."

You felt him ground his hips against your clothed ass. His half hard cock evident against you.

He used one hand to keep your arms where they were, the other made its way to caress up your torso. His large palm trailing past your breasts, ending up by your soft cheeks.

Contrasting with the ones that held you still, his fingers were gentle against your face. His fingertips barely ghosted over your skin.

"I had a rather rough day at work, you see. Could you blame a man for wanting a little comfort from his wife?" He whispered.

The words hung in the air. Your lips unable to deny him, but unable to agree all the same.

A heartbeat passes, and suddenly you were free. Alastor stepped back from you, your body relaxing at the absence of his towering figure.

"But what kind of ruffian would I be to force a lady to do that against her will," Alastor said, his tone rather carefree.

You turned around to finally face him, only to see him looking else where.

Your eyes followed his line of sight and you noticed the ruined shirt, pulled out of the bag, sitting right next to a burnt dinner, all framed by a horribly messy kitchen.

Alastor looked back at you, his charming smile ever present. "I'm sure you excel at all the other aspects of being a wife, anyway." He says, as if he hadn't just seen the failure you've made of your day.

He began to walk away, and your hand reached out before you could even think. Almost as if on reflex. Almost as if it's what you had to do.

You meekly pulled him back. His eyes watched you, almost expectantly, as you cupped your palms against his cheeks, and invited him down to meet you.

Your lips brushed chastely against his as he let out a satisfied hum.

You pulled away just enough to speak, your eyes looking up at him as your breaths mixed. "What...what can I do for you, my love?"

Alastor's smile stretched, his lips dipping down to meet yours again for a second time. His hand quickly found its way to the small of your back, heavy as he ushered you out of the kitchen.

"I think that's better discussed in the bedroom, darling." He purred against your ear.

You swallowed thickly against your tightening throat.

Normally Alastor's hands on you were cherished, but you wanted nothing more than to squirm away from his hold right then. You knew where this was heading, but it just was not something you ever found appealing.

But you could do it for Alastor, right? You have done it for him before, anyway.

Even if you didn't particularly enjoy it, at least you'd be satisfying your husband. At least you'd be close to him. At least you'd be useful to him.

Alastor, like the chivalrous gentleman he is, opened the door of your bedroom for you as he lead you in. You heard the click of the lock behind you, right before you were quickly tossed onto your bed.

You squealed as your felt your body bounce against the soft sheets. Your dress bunched up your thighs as you adjusted your legs.

Alastor stood at the foot of your bed, working his bowtie off with nimble fingers. "Darling, why so tense? It's only me." He says, his voice almost soothing.

But it was there again. That annoying feeling. It seems heavier than ever.

Was it really loneliness?

How could you even be lonely now, when the man you love was waiting to mount you.

"I'm just nervous, that's all, darling," You managed to say honestly. "It hurt quite a bit last time."

Your eyes watched closely as Alastor's hand made quick work of the buttons in his vest, shrugging it off and placing his knee on the bed. His eyes trained on your reactions all the while, enjoying the flicker of uncertainty on your face as you bit your lip.

"I know a way we can ease that," He said. He reached out his hand to you, inviting you to take it.

Your shaky hand didn't hesitate. Because you'd do anything for this man.

You loved Alastor, so much, with your whole body, but he seemed to revel a bit too much in that knowledge.

He knew you could never deny him. So when your hand was in his, he pulled you closer, watching with delight as you awkwardly crawled to the end of your bed.

"Care for a box lunch, darling? It'd hurt less if we're a lot more slick." Alastor teased, chuckling as you looked at him with confusion.

The gears seemed to click in your head when one of his hand rested on your hair, the other worked his belt off.

"Oh," Was pretty much all you managed to squeak out. It was definitely not what you expected.

You hadn't noticed that you tried to pull away until Alastor applied a bit more pressure on your scalp to keep you still.

He pulled his heavy cock free from its confines. He ran his hand over it, lazily pumping the hardening member in his palm as his gaze was transfixed on you.

Your wide eyes watched every movement of his hand. Panicked, you seemed. Not unlike many panicked does he's shot down in the past.

Not unlike many panicked other things he's felt lose life under his hands.

"Something wrong?" Alastor mused, head tilting as he watched you flinch at the sight of his dick twitching.

Your eyes finally pulled away from your husband's groin, looking up to meet the man's lidded gaze behind his glasses. "We haven't really tried that before and," You bit your lip, unsure on how to proceed. "It just seems a bit deviant."

"Well then it's lucky we're both in such safe company then, isn't it?" The hand in your hair loosened it's grip, opting to softly comb through your hair. The slight tension in your shoulders melted away. "I've been rather curious about what all fuss was about, didn't really have a partner I trusted enough before to try, though."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. He saw how bad you messed up today, didn't he? He saw how miserably you failed at the simplest of tasks. But he still trusted you? He still trusted you enough to do something as unorthodox as this?

"I suppose I've been rather curious about it myself." You smiled up at him nervously, your hand reached out by your own choice to hold his hefty cock in your palm.

You were lying.

He knew you were lying and he loved it.

"Then open up, my dear." You heard him say, gently guiding your head closer to his crotch.

You decided looking up at your husband was easier than watching your own hand pleasure his shaft. You kept his gaze as you parted your lips, letting your soft tongue meet the skin of his head before wrapping your lips around it.

There was a rather salty taste in your mouth, a bit of his precum leaking onto your tongue. You tried not to cringe at the taste, choosing instead to focus on the way Alastor's brows furrowed when you took more of him into your warm, obedient mouth.

"How do I taste, darling?" He teased, knowing you couldn't answer.

He looked down at you expectantly. Not knowing what else you could do, you began to slowly bob your head, keeping your lips wrapped around his shaft.

You took your time, slowly letting more of him past your lips each time you sank your head back down. Eyes trained on your husband's face, part of you wondering if he'd praise you if you did a well enough job. But it seemed your efforts offered far too little friction for Alastor's patience.

His hips started moving against your face. Softly at first, but he soon began to push at your head to meet his thrusts.

The head of his hard cock nudged your throat and you choked. Your hands immediately went to his hips, nails digging in with how hard you held onto him.

Tears forms in your eyes as you looked up at your husband, and your heart immediately filled with panic when you were met with a look of disappointment.

"Hmm. Seems this might have been too much for you to handle." He sighed, finally pulling you off his dick.

A string of saliva stayed between the head of his cock and your lips as you coughed and gasped for air.

But even as your jaw throbbed, you went to reach your hand out and tried to lean back in towards his dick. "No, no. I can do it, I promise," You said hurriedly.

"There's no need to force yourself, my darling wife," Alastor tutted, pushing you back by your shoulder, stopping you from getting another chance to prove yourself. "We can't help that you have your limits."

"I just need practice." You swore, looking up at your husband. You hated that you disappointed him again.

His fingers reach out to tilt your chin up, making space for his lips at your neck as he slowly pushed you back into the bed with his own body.

"If you ask nicely enough, I'm sure we can have you try again another time," Alastor said softly, as if granting you such a troublesome request.

The back of your head softly met your pillows as Alastor nudged your legs apart with his knee.

He slotted himself between your legs, grinding his slick cock impatiently against your panties. His groan was practically breathed into your ear.

You wanted to hear more of it. While you weren't particularly eager for sex, you were starved for your husband's praises. And if this is what it took then so be it.

You bucked your hips up to remove your underwear, your groin meeting his lazy thrusts as you did.

"And here I was beginning to think you didn't want me." Alastor jested as he parted from your neck to help you rid yourself of your underwear. His long fingers slid the flimsy thing down one leg and let it stay on the other.

"There probably isn't a woman in this apple that doesn't want you, my love." You half-joked, but your soft laugh abruptly ended in a gasp.

Alastor pressed the thick head of his cock at your entrance, teasingly pushing in just the smallest bit. "You're most likely right," He said, watching as your eyes closed at his trespass. "But you are the only one lucky enough to have me."

And you should know it.

Your back arched as your husband pushed past the tight hole of your entrance. What little resistance your walls made barely bothered him as his throbbing head forced your walls apart.

His hands dug into the sheets by your body. The smooth covers wrinkling in his grip as he strained to stay still.

"This alright for you, darling?" He asked, running his thumb softly under your eye to coax you into looking at him.

Your heart fluttered. Even when in such carnal need he cared about your silly little wants. You pry your eyes open to see Alastor peering down at you with a smile.

"I could stay with this much if you need me to." He told you, rocking hips barely moving. The head of his cock nearly slipping out before he pushed back in, just until it disappeared again into your warm walls.

He was being so kind and accommodating, you couldn't bring yourself to be so needlessly selfish.

Your cunt strained to take even just his very tip, but it was so pointless to let something like that get in the way. Your petty little apprehensions shouldn't matter. Not when you're with your husband.

Your lips strained to force a smile. "I think I can take more, my dear."

It was all Alastor really needed to hear. he dragged his dick out of you, letting it slip out. Wanting you to feel how empty you were without him. Before he rammed his hips against yours; sheathing his cock fully in your warm cunt.

"What a gal," Alastor praised. "Loving, kind, and gentle, but takes a cock like she's on the clock in a call house."

Alastor loved the way you keened at his words.

He loved the way you yearned for his touch, even when you both knew it wasn't your game.

He loved the way you worshiped him, always so desperate to please him.

Oh, how he loved how you were always so ready to give him everything.

Alastor loved you, but just not in the way you hoped.

When you woke up the next morning, the view in front of you wasn't anything new.

Alastor's half of the bed was empty. The previously rumpled sheets for the previous night's rendezvous were pristine and smoothened out once more.

It was there again. Whatever that feeling was.

You assumed it's going to be here for a while.

Alastor seemed to have already headed out before you awoke, not that it felt any different from other mornings.

With a sigh you made your bed. Once again going over everything you had to do for the day.

You had to clean—because you always had to clean—but more so now knowing you left quite the mess yesterday. You have to stop by the market once more, maybe look through clothing stores to find a new shirt for Alastor.

You didn't want him upset with you over that after all. While he didn't bring it up, you knew it still likely bothered him.

You made your way to the kitchen, ready to get the day started.

Except something glimmered as you walked by it. Your head turned to its direction, seeing the same padlock you broke the night before in perfect condition—back on the door to the basement.

Your brows furrowed as you approached it. Fingers gingerly examining the cold metal.

But, how could it be back on here? You swore you broke this stubborn thing last night.

From the corner of your eye, you see a note on the counter, immediately recognizing Alastor's messy handwriting.

Yes, of course. He must have replaced the old one and fixed whatever damaged you did on the door while you were asleep. That would easily explain it.

You picked up the note, smiling softly to yourself at how silly it was to be confused.

It was a brilliant attempt, my darling, but it seems this lock is just much too sturdy :(

Don't fret! I'll find a way to open it eventually! Do try to stay away from the tools though, dear. We wouldn't want you hurting soft delicate hands!

Yours, Alastor

P.S.

I'd prefer a little less char on the meat this time! Haha!

You tried to reread the note several times, wondering if your husband was pulling your leg again.

You broke this lock, you knew you did.

You swung a hammer at it thrice and it broke.

Thrice? Or was it four times?

Whatever, the count didn't matter.

Or did it?

You remained where you stood, confused at what to believe. The note still clutched in your hands.

Did you really break the lock last night? Or were you just so desperate to get something right that your fooled yourself into thinking that?

If you broke the lock then why was it still there now? Why would your darling husband tell you otherwise?

The only reasonable conclusion was that you didn't.

Surely, that made sense, right?

Your eyes stared at the note. Alastor's name seemingly bright against everything else.

No other possibility made sense. Besides, if Alastor trusted you enough to marry you, it only made sense to return that privilege.

Right.

Your eyes lifted from the note, to the kitchen in front of you. The mess you made still loud and present and ugly.

There was no use standing there fretting over such a silly, pointless, thing. Not when you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Who really cares about a dumb little lock, anyway? Didn't you have a long list of tasks to do today, anyway?

Like proving your worth

To yourself

To the world

To your husband.

Part 1 of 2 I hadn't intended for this fic to run as long as it did, and the best part was yet to come. It would have taken ages to get this out if I didn't cut it into half. Anyway, part 2 is insanely fucked and I can't wait to get that out too!

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Alastor - [ DEVOTION Pt. 3 ]

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[ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ SLIGHT AGE GAP ] + [ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ] + [ BREEDING KINK ] + [ MENTIONS OF BLOOD & GORE ]

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Breathe….

In…out….

Just breathe…

Your mind willed your body to obey, but the air in your lungs still wavered…

Every breath you took felt further away, replaced with the sound of his name, and eventually, a less intelligible version of it spilled from your lips at the behest of quiet moans.

Alastor hadn’t hesitated to keep his promise, quickly dragging you out of the woods, into the familiar warmth of his childhood home, and up the stairs to his once familiar room.

How his mother hadn’t awoken from the sound of him slamming the door behind you two and the creak of the floor as he stalked across the room to pin you on the bed was beyond your comprehension.

That wasn’t to say you weren’t grateful for it, finding it impossible to quiet yourself down without his help as he fucked you into a frenzy, being far from gentle as he did so.

Never, not a single time, had you assumed Alastor could be as rough as he was now. Pushing your head into the pillows with so much force you were sure your neck would feel strained after, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you perfectly poised against him as he plowed his cock deeper into you, and the silkiest moans you’d ever heard slipping past his lips with every stroke he gave your cunt.

Breathe…

You begged your conscience to concentrate on anything else than the world-defying pleasure Alastor insisted on giving you both, refusing to let you run from it by differing the pace of his thrusts with no warning to you at all, “Take it, sweetheart…I know you can.” His voice dripped with condensation, eyes blown wide with lust as you whined helplessly in response, your hands fisting the sheets harder, and your walls instinctively tightening around him at the underlying degradation in his tone.

You weren’t sure you could take anymore, on the brink of what you guessed was a third release, and rapidly losing track of the will to keep count. Sweat created a thin sheen on your skin, fallen strands of hair covering your face, and your eyes refused to stay open as rivets of ecstasy racked your tiny body.

“C-can’t….A-Alastor…please…st-stop…” you huffed, attempting to raise your head to speak correctly but immediately letting it fall as he gave you a particularly aggressive thrust in response to your pleading.

“No, I don’t think I will, mon chere…” he cooed dismissively, tracing the hand on your hip along the curve of your back, admiring its defined arch as you muffled a delighted cry.

Fuck…you were surely going to be sore in the morning.

But, God, did it feel amazing!…

Alastor grunted in approval as you keened underneath him, moans growing louder, wilder as his cock brushed past your sweet spot religiously, earning grateful fluctuations from your cunt with every pass. Heat rose all over you, pooling your stomach quicker than the stars gathering in your vision, and you prayed to whatever god there was that Alastor would let you finish with him this time.

He’d been holding back for at least an hour, which you didn’t think an ordinary man was capable of, but he proved such a thing was possible.

Drool trickled from the corner of your lips, staining the pillow as you bit down on it to keep from screaming as he changed his pace again, circling his hips agonizingly slow to bury himself as deep as possible in you, and the pointed motions had you reeling.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” you hissed in shock as his tip kissed your cervix perfectly, daring the knot in your stomach to snap with each blissful tap. Alastor couldn’t help but to laugh at your rambling, pulling at your soft locks to sit you up against him, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your exposed throat.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he breathed against the sheep of your ear, nipping at it as his hold on your neck intensified, and you responded without hesitation.

“You…I belong to you, Alastor…” Your hands raise to touch him, your voice gradually losing stability as the lack of air and the new angle of penetration disoriented you completely.

It was your truth.

You were his and his alone.

Alastor couldn’t seem to get enough of hearing you say it, pouring his all into your body with vicious intent for the sole purpose of filling you to the brim with his very essence, so incredibly obsessed with the idea of giving you a child not only to make his take on you visible to everyone but to also tie your soul with his forever.

Beyond the confines of death…

You, his darling wife, would bring him pride and ever-reaching power through motherhood.

He’d made up his mind.

There was no need for you to have a choice in the matter.

An Alastor smile grew devilish, ego swelling as your moans resonated with the sound of skin against skin, his heavy breaths soon joining the sinful melody as his high approached.

“How right you are mon chere… you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” He punctuated every word with a merciless rut of his hips, driving his cock, gassing your womb with so much force you felt your legs tremble, and a broken scream dared to leap from your agape mouth.

“Al-!” You began to shout as the heat in your core released, bringing hot tears to your eyes and dowsing your exhausted body in satisfied shivers. Alastor instinctively clasped a hand over your mouth, muffling your cry to an unsteady whine as your cunt bared down on him, a notable amount of arousal dripping from your entrance onto his length and the sheets below.

He stilled himself, body tensing against yours while his lips brushed your ears, the subtle warmth of his breath on your skin adding to your overstimulating high. You felt the urge to pass out but held your stability by grasping a handful of his hair while clutching at his scarred forearm that hadn’t moved from your neck.

You’d failed to realize the vulnerable position Alastor had you in, too dazed out of your mind to care as he began to fuck you again, and even less attuned to the edge in his voice as he mumbled in your ear.

“You did so well, darlin’. You deserve a reward for being so good to me, sweet girl?..”

Words fail you as Alastor withdraws his hold from you entirely, pushing you back down with ease and holding you there with a single hand tangled through your hair.

“Yes…sir..,” you weakly mumbled into the sheets, head void of any conscious thought as Alastor used you for his pleasure, and the remnants of ecstasy still vibrating your nerves did not help the tantalizing stretch his cock imposed on your sensitive walls.

Nor did his affirming praise that followed your obedient response, “Such a good girl you are for me… “

Seeing you out of sorts, powerless, and reduced to nothing but a vessel for his release brought Alastor an inane amount of adrenaline.

This.

This is exactly what we needed…

Want more…want to fill her…

His shadow craned itself on the adjacent wall, rattling with excitement as Alastor drew nearer to his end, and with one look at the pleasure-drunk smile on your face, he came.

He’d been so rough with you, yet you still grinned like a lovesick puppy…

It was one the most delightfully twisted anomalies Alastor had ever come across, and the dry laugh that slipped from him as his cock twitched inside of you made his perplexed amusement clear.

You smiled more expansive at the sound, eyes rolling slightly as his come seeped into your cunt, mixing with yours as it leaked from your drenched folds.

“Oh…mmm…Al…” Your sigh of relief and amazement filled the room, bringing his momentary loss of focus back and encouraging him to inhale sharply.

This feels divine…shes perfect…

The demonic spectators that tirelessly pestered him before quelled themselves, shrinking back at his will as he gently pulled out of you, “Seems we've made quite a mess of ourselves, darling.”

You whine at the loss of fullness, unconsciously willing your body to hold in the last of his come as you slump into the bed completely.

Sleep.

You wanted to sleep, and every muscle you had screamed to rest.

Your head spun, the original memory of what got you in this position drifting farther away as you yawned quietly before carefully rolling over on your back to stare at your husband.

Though you were tired, Alastor was still full of energy.

How?

You had no clue but decided not to question him since he seemed better off an hour ago.

A smirk replaced his smile as he took you in, clearly ready for sleep but fighting it off stubbornly to converse with him.

“You're not tired?…”

“No, mon chere. Far from it…”

“Mm..I see. Well, you wouldn't mind laying with me then…just for a little while?” you lifted a hand to tug at his larger one, able to wrap your fingers around his pointer finger with ease, and he smiled at the subtle size difference.

You were like a fawn in his eyes, unknowingly drawing in predators with gentle actions and so slow to realize it amid your little world.

Alastor pondered the idea of harm coming your way, the terrible things he’d do to those who wished it upon you, as he obliged your request with a nod.

“Of course, my dear,” he shifted forward, kissing your head before laying down. You curled into him immediately, head resting on his scarred shoulder, and your eyes already sliding shut as his body heat engulfed you.

“I need to go bathe..” you mumble into his skin, wanting to rid yourself of the sex lingering on you but too exhausted to do so. Alastor clicked his tongue, not surprised by your need for cleanliness but annoyed by the thought of you washing away his presence on and in you.

“We can freshen up in the morning, sweetheart. Rest for now..”

You hummed in agreement, drifting off into sleep at the sound of his voice, “I suppose you’re right.”

Alastor’s lips twitched with a smile, hearing your immediate compliance, but he said nothing of it as you lifted your head and kissed his cheek tenderly before muttering tiredly.

“Good night, mon cher…”

“Sleep well, my dear…”

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‘snap’

‘crunch‘

‘snap’

The crackle of dry leaves echoed through the dense woods, moonlight glimpsing through the tall trees to provide its inhabitants with natural light in the darkness but providing ample illumination for the man carefully walking through it as well.

Alastor marked his whereabouts with care, senses on alert as he searched the area for prey, and his shadow looming larger than life as he did so.

He listened intently, picking apart the usual sounds of insects and woodland animals to pinpoint suitable game, putting patience into practice as the night wind howled.

The trouble of seeing at night meant nothing to him; having magic at his disposal meant such obstacles were trivial, and his gaze quickly caught every movement around him with a hue of red in its wake.

Alastor strolled with certainty in his steps, rifle slung over one shoulder, carving knife tucked into its respective holder on his waist, and a familiar axe occupying his right hand.

He’d often done this routine: target, track, and take.

A devious smile etched its way onto his face as he repeated the steps in his head, pure thrill consuming his body as each task filed his murderous intent, and the anticipation of completing them lifted his already high spirits to a euphoric level.

Target the prey…

Track their every move…

Take their miserable life…

Three simple, straightforward, trustworthy steps Alastor had never strayed from.

They’d always led to a wonderful hunt, allowing him security in his habitual hunts, and decreasing the chance of any surprise or mistakes.

“Crack’

Alastor stopped dead at the crisp sound of a branch breaking. The district rise of laughter followed it, and a ring of unruly shouting rose in the air.

Drunkards.

He’d stumbled upon an entire gaggle of them by the sound of their heckling.

How perfect…

Alastor hummed in delight, grip tightening on the handle of his axe as he swiftly turned toward the poor souls, quiet as ever in his approach and growing hungrier the closer he drew.

His shadows trailed him, whisking through the trees ahead to encircle his prey in a hidden perimeter of death, “Excellent, my friends…much appreciated.” Alastor acknowledged their aid, situating himself in the thralls of a dense tree line before suddenly stopping.

The weary, jolly-hearted fisherman sitting around their dying campfire did not heed the predator in their midst. The three men drank obliviously, chatting away as the subtle click of gun loading drifted from surrounding trees a mere yard away, but not even a sober man could’ve stopped the bloodthirsty intent its owner possessed.

Alastor steadied himself; glasses pushed atop his head as he peered through the rifle's cross target, one finger comfortably poised on the trigger as he aligned the gun barrel with the back of one man’s head.

“Poor unfortunate souls….” He muttered to no one in particular, feeling no pity for the babbling men and preemptively planning how he’d cook their flesh.

His mother always said fresh meat was best for Jambalaya…

The specters in his charge all hissed in collective satisfaction at the promise of blood, crowding in closer to the unsuspecting men as he took one last breath before snapping his finger down on the rifle's trigger.

‘Bang!’ the crisp sound of a single gunshot soared through the crisp summer air, scattering the surrounding wildlife and bringing horrified screams from the remaining drunkards.

What a lovely sound. It almost makes one feel starved to death.

A maniacal grin spilled Alastor's face as the bullet pierced the wind and tore through his first victim's skull. A second followed the first, hitting another man in his torso, and the need to shoot the third seemed frivolous since he'd fallen to the ground to aid his companions.

“How truly pathetic you men are,” Alastor grumbled aloud, laying his rifle against a tree as he reached for his knife, shuffling forward to finish off his prey with little regard for their blood-curdling cries.

The unharmed witness was his priority, meeting the blade of his axe quicker than he could ramble out a plea for mercy, “W-wait, n-no-”

“Oh, don't beg my friend. I hate to hear meaningless rambling before a good meal…” Alastor scoffed in disdain, flipping the knife in his hand before plunging it through the man's neck with expert precision, silencing him completely.

The lifeless body crumpled to the forest floor at his feet, joining the other two and soaking the soil with warm blood.

Fresh meat….so delectable.

Alastor licked his lips, laughing to himself as he kneeled to begin his routine of removing organs and harvesting their flesh for storage.

His shadows took part in the activity, ripping apart the other bodies as he tore into one himself, “Que la fête commence..”

Ten miles west, you awoke suddenly, jolting from underneath the linen sheets in a cold sweat as the distant noises reached your ears from the outside, but your frazzled state shifted from the disturbing sound to the space beside you.

“Alastor?…” you pant his name out, catching your breaths steadily but a tad frantic from the lack of his presence.

You were sure he'd been there when you fell asleep, clearly not tired but comfortably relaxed next to you. With furrowed brows and soft pants, you gazed around the dark bedroom, searching for any sign of your husband, but there was no trace.

His discarded clothes from earlier in the day were pushed into a pile by your shared suitcase; his everyday dress shoes were also there, but his overcoat was missing.

Had he left?

For a night stroll or a rare smoke break?

Those were the only plausible reasons you could think of for his disappearance this late at night.

Maybe he needed comfort…

It had been a tormotolous day for you both, especially him, but he seemed in a good mood after your shared ‘bonding.’

Where could he have gone?…

A small part of you feared the troubling noises that had startled you awake had something to do with it, and so you slipped out of bed to search for him.

The thought of Alastor being in harm's way made you anxious, almost nauseous, and not figuratively either. You felt your stomach flip with unease as you grabbed your silk robe, slipped it on, and tied it shut before waltzing out of the room.

His mother's home was eerily quiet as you floated down the steps, quiet as a mouse with every step in case she was asleep, and you hoped she was or the embarrassment of having to face her while sneaking about after sleeping with her son in his childhood room might you alive.

Luckily, no soul was awake besides your own, and with no interference, you scoped the large house for Alastor.

He was nowhere to be found…

Not a clue to his whereabouts either…

Nausea worsened as you wandered out of the front door, taking dizzying steps onto the wooden porch as panic crept up your spine.

Where is he?…

Where was Alastor?…

A stale breeze blew past you, soothing your nerves for a split second, but the relief wasn't everlasting, and your chest heaved with quick breaths as your stomach twisted in knots.

“Ugh…” you groaned quietly, cautiously stepping off the porch, unbothered by the cold grass touching your bare feet as you paced onward, tired gaze searching the moonlit landscape for the man you were growing desperate to see.

You felt as if the world was starting to spin; ignoring the dizziness worsened its effects on you, but intuition kept you anxious to find Alastor.

The crickets chirping and soft swish of the tall grass went silent as your ears picked up on a distant disturbance.

A scream.

A horrified one at that.

You were sure of it now, no longer doubting if your fear from earlier was justified, and your mind spiraling into disarray as worry consumed you.

Alastor…

Was he okay?

Could that scream be his? Where the hell was he?!

You turned on your heel, glancing in every direction before choosing a path to start on. You froze as grass rustled underneath, and approaching footsteps echoed through the night.

“Alastor?!” you spun to face the oncoming person, smiling tiredly, and relief trickled into your veins at the thought of seeing him safe and sound.

To your dismay, he did not emerge from the tall grass; Angelique appeared instead, clearly shocked to see you out in the dark of night and immediately concerned by your distressed state.

“What are you doing out here, sweetheart?..” she mumbled worriedly, dropping the small wicker basket before rushing over to your side, “You know it's dangerous to be out here at night. Let's get you back inside…”

You tried not to frown as she embraced you, slightly disappointed Alastor was no longer here to be found and losing the strength to stand as the dizziness and nausea reached its peak.

“I…I just came lookin’…for…” you stumbled over your words, unconsciously leaning into her side as she carefully guided you back towards her home, “Alastor…have you seen him…?” Angelique shook her head, increasingly concerned by your delirium, and addressed it as the two of you re-entered the house. “Honey, you don't look so good….”

You flashed her a gentle smile, reluctant to admit anything was wrong, and focused on finding Alastor, “I-Im fine really… but have you seen Al?…”

She could see the fear in your gaze and hear the ache in your tone as it consumed you, but she remained calm and comforting.

“I haven't seen him since you two visited your father…”

If you'd been composed, you would've picked up the hints of evasion in her answer, but your mind could barely get past your body’s distress.

“I heard screams…and he wasn't in bed… a-and what if he's-” you halted your rambling, gagging as the need to throw up came crashing down on you, but you fortunately withheld, doubling over ultimately. Angelique wasted no time helping you into the kitchen, muttering reassuring words as you leaned over the sink and heaved, “There you go…breathe, sweetheart breathe…”

This can't be happening again…

You grimaced tiredly as the last of the contents in your stomach washed down the drain, an alarming sight for you but not an unfamiliar one. You'd been nauseous for the past week, unable to shake off the periodic need to throw up days before Alastor had suggested taking a trip out of town. Still, though the occurrence was unusual and perplexing, you chalked it up to an oncoming fever.

It was the only reason you could pair with your symptoms, but no amount of healing teas or natural medicines seemed to rid you of the ailment.

“M’ sorry, I haven't been feeling too well recently,” you apologized out of habit, turning on the faucet to rinse the sink and your mouth as she rubbed your back with one hand as the other tucked strands of your fallen hair away from your flushed face. Angelique analyzed your expression, how the gentleness of it began to screw tight with confusion, and that prompted her to ask a series of questions.

“How long have you felt like this, Y/n?”

You paled hearing her use your given name, knowing she was breaching a topic she seemed serious about, and every nerve in your body shifted to alert at the realization.

“A week..give or take,” you whisper timidly, meeting her interrogative stare for a split second before averting yours to the wooden paneled floor, but she cupped your face with both hands to lift your face to hers again.

“Does it worsen when he's away?” she asks with a soft smile, noting the tears building in your vision as you nod slowly, “Y-yes, but I think it's just a fever. It's a minor illness that'll pass…so I haven't mentioned anything to Al yet. I didn't want to worry him.”

You felt ashamed, having no reason to hide anything from your husband, but subconsciously doing so out of fear that he'd feel burdened by you when, in reality, Alastor would've come to your aid without a second thought.

A few tears trickled down your cheeks as guilt ate away at your consciousness, adding to the anxiety that developed since you'd awoken to Alastor gone.

Angelique wiped your tears away with her thumbs, smile softening as she peeved together your predicament, “Shhh, hun…you know Alastor would do anything for you. I think he'd be far from worried if you told him.” Your brows furrowed at her light-hearted statement, confusion overtaking you as she lowered her hands from your face to hold yours.

“What do you mean by that, mother?..”

“Hm…well,” she chuckled, shaking her head as if to prepare herself to speak again, and the gesture had your mind racing to the worst possible explanations.

They all proved wrong as she laid your connected hands on your stomach, “I'm certain Al would be elated to hear that you are carrying his child rather than worried, that's all.”

What?!….

No….that couldn't be right…could it?

The world froze for you; time stood still as her revaluation drowned out every other train of thought you had, and the air in your chest evaporated as you lowered your widened eyes to where her hands laid flat against your abdomen.

“A-are you sure?…”

“Oh, honey, trust me, I know the signs well! Not to mention the dreams I've been having!..” Angelique beamed a grin as she gushed over the new information, gauging your reaction amid her excitement and smiling wider as you peered back at her.

“I'm gonna have a baby?..” you mumbled, letting happy tears roll down your cheeks as they lifted from the excited grin adorning your face. She nods affirmatively, giggling with you as you hug her tight, “I'm gonna have a baby…” you repeat breathlessly.

A wonderful little mix of us both...I can't wait to tell you, Al!…

You smiled harder at the thought of telling him, eyes sliding shut in bliss as Angelique pressed a congratulatory kiss to your forehead. Still, as you pulled away to thank her for it, the sound of heavy footsteps stomping up the porch's small staircase drew both of your attention.

Alastor shuffled into the house, moonlight illuminating his tall frame as he stepped inside, but he went stock still as he spotted you and his mother in the kitchen.

“Al?…” you whispered his name, taking him in with watery eyes, struggling to feel relieved seeing him and horrified by the amount of blood he was covered in.

Alastor blinked slowly, quietly calculating how to handle the situation he found himself in, covered in his recent victim remains, hunting gear in tow, and your hopeful eyes tainted with the image for the first time.

To say he felt a heartdrop would be an exaggeration. However, an ounce of panic did bring a tender smile to his face as he willed himself to speak, “Y/n, darling, it's not-” He was given no chance to finish his explanation, effectively silenced as you rushed over and pulled him in for an unexpected passionate kiss. He swayed from the force of your embrace, instinctively holding you close with his hands on your hips and not hesitating to welcome your soft lips on his.

You disregarded the blood on his tongue, humming softly as his warmth and scent cascaded into your subconscious, effortlessly calming your nerves and lifting your ecstatic mood.

Someone's happy to see us…

His shadow crackled, hiding from your line of sight as you pulled back from the kiss and raised your hands to caress his blood-stained face, “You're safe…. God, I thought…I… Please don't scare me like that again, Al!… I thought the worst happened..” You bit your lip to keep from crying as he stared down at you, a scarce, disoriented look in his eyes as he muttered dazedly.

“I apologize, mon chere. It was not my intention to worry you…”

“I'm just happy you're safe…” you sigh, genuinely relieved, but narrow your eyes at the red splatters he's covered in. Alastor noticed your drifting attention, quick to redirect it with a breathy chuckle and delicate words. “It seems I got carried away carving my game. Deer meat has yet to give me an easy time, sweetheart.”

Carving a deer made him end up like this?…

A part of you knew that was a lie; other possibilities began to flood your mind, but you maintained an air of understanding.

He was safe, unharmed, and back at your side.

That's all you'd wished for…

Questions could come later.

Alastor glanced over your head at his mother, eyes apologetic as she studied his dissolved state, but you regained his attention with a soft hum. “Must've been one tough deer… “

He smirks, setting his rifle and axe against the nearest wall before using his hands to guide yours to rest on his neck, and you smile, feeling his pulse under your fingertips.

His heart was racing, adrenaline draining from him in waves, but his composure remained controlled as he stared at you through half-lidded eyes.

“He put up one hell of a fight, but I'll bore you with more details after I rid myself of these soiled clothes.” Alastor flashed you a tired smile, and you grinned at the promise of hearing about his spontaneous hunt while stepping away to give him personal space again.

“I'll go run a bath then. It seems we both have something exciting to tell,” you blush deeply as his eyes light up with subtle curiosity.

It was odd enough to him that you were wide awake at such a late hour -conversing with his mother, but you mentioning news to tell peaks his interest.

“Is that so, my dear?” Alastor looks between your eager expression and his mother's stoic one.

What does she know that I don't?…

Before he could pry any answers from you or her, she chimed in, “Y/n, sweetheart, I'll give you a hand with that bath. Getting the water temperature right can be tricky….you never know what to expect out here…” Her last few words held an air of reprimand to them, directed towards Alastor but going over your head as you accepted her help with a soft ‘thank you.’

Angelique started up the stairs, and you pressed one last kiss to Alastors cheek before following her. The recently dried blood on his skin felt rough on your lips, but you tried not to think of it, feeling his eyes trail you.

An invisible weight lifts from his body as you disappear upstairs, smile dropping into an unsure scowl as he replays the whole ordeal in his head, one singular phrase plaguing his mind.

“It seems we both have something exciting to tell….”

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This took me wayyyyy too long…. I do have a question for you guys though: Do you think Alastor would be a girl or boy dad?!?! I'm partial to him having a son but I fell like he's girl dad coded?!? (yes i know Vizi said he'd be a terrible parent and is better as a mentor but for the sake of sanity I imagine him in the total opposite way) ❤️

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

“Fffuck…!” Coming from him will never not get me riled up….like holy shit keep talking like that pleaseeeee…❤️ credit to creator!

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The Dog And The Deer

Alastor x werewolf/dog GNreader

ever since i found out alastor was attacked by dogs i awaited for a fic with a dog reader but alas i never found one, honestly love the idea so i splurged one out but im not sure im the happiest with it. also thank you to anyone who read my lucifer x reader it’s pretty wild like that many ppl liked it made my butthole pucker tbh. i hope y’all enjoy this kiss kiss

warnings: no YN, no alluding to or mentioning of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour or gender, morally grey reader(maybe?), descriptions of blood and animal death (nothing gorey yuck), cannibalism on alastors part, swearing, slowburnish, i think that’s all?

words: 4K

Alastor’s eye twitched watching as the mutt demon trotted around the hotels foyer with Angel. There was no worse stench then that of a dog. One of the few traumatic memories Alastor still holds close is the smell of wet dog along with memories of their jaws and teeth. Although, no one would ever catch him showing how uncomfortable your presence made him, that’d take away the image he’s created and potrayed throughout his nearly hundred years of being dead.

Yet as much as he hated every bit of your demonic form, he couldn’t help the slight tinge of desire to get closer to you, strange as it may be. You’re charasmatic and expressive, you let your ears and tail display the emotions you felt freely without holding back like he did. You got along with everyone at the hotel perfectly and you seemed to have a head on your shoulders; helping Charlie out with problems she couldn’t solve, and quipping back with fast remarks to insults thrown at you. Hell, you even got on Husks good side, a literal cat, a dogs worst enemy and vice versa.

Luckily no patron paid mind to the fact he always took the furthest spot from you at the table, or how his eyes never met yours in conversation, or that he never directly talked to you, more at you before walking off. No, nobody cares about his distance between himself and you, and if they did they knew better than to bring it up to him. Therefore he worried not about confronting you- that was up until this point. Watching with an unamused look, eyes lidded as he followed your figure waving bye to Angel and turning to him. You practically skipped your way over to him with a smile and he fought make the urge to get up and zip away.

You on the other hand, despite knowing his carnage good and well, respected the demon for the formalities he carried, as well as the little mortality he did have. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how much he seemingly hated you, you weren’t dense, but Charlie explained that Alastor was a generally private and mysterious overlord so you chalked it up to being his ‘thing’ paid no mind.

You will admit though, you were hoping that after a month or so of attending the hotel, he’d open up to your presence a little more. He wouldn’t. But! He still fed you when he cooked, woke you when you slept in, and kept you out of harms way as he did the other attendees, as well as escort you out whenever others were busy.

After a gossip session with Angel last night, you two concluded it was time to get to the bottom of the situation. Angel immediately went to the assumption he either wanted to fuck, or kill you, which you hoped he didn’t want to kill you, thankfully you moved along the topic by distracting Angel with other topics. You knew Angel out of anyone would be able to sniff out the fact you had the hots for the radio deer.

But that conversation is what landed you beside the radio demon on the couch, who statically crackled as you did so. “Hello Alastor, you look relaxed today, how’s everything going.” The deers eye twitched, a slight fog of black lingered up and around the couch, his smile strained and you could hear the sound of staticy disembodied voices in and around you.

You weren’t stupid to the fact he didn’t like you for sure now, but you were stupid enough to pretend you didn’t know. So you stayed smiling nervously up at him, but he simply stared forward. And after a few short moments he seemed to perk up ever so slightly snapping up and out of it. “Well my dear, i am doing just fantastic! Today has been one of leisure, i very rarely get to take those!” He exclaimed broadcaster voice in full effect, the smog and stactic zipped away as he composed himself entirely. You relaxed just slightly feeling just a little more welcomed. “That’s good to hear Al, I’m glad you get some time to yourself. You’ve done a lot with your magic for this place. Must be draining.” Alastor hummed daring to take a peak down at you.

You seemed to have all guards down around him, your canines poked out of your mouth slightly, quietly your tail thumped happily beside you, which he admittedly found to be quite adorable and idiotic why aren’t you more alert?. “You’re too kind darling, too kind. But I must go, I have to prepare my dinner.” Standing Alastor dusted himself off and swung his arms behind him, but before he could get anywhere you stood with him, your tail rapidly wagging. “Could i help?” Alastor’s ear twitched at that, his escape plan wasn’t very effective.

“Well, my dear, it’d be a little difficult, i like my meat, fresh.” His voice dropped an octave static taking over his voice, this time though he properly looked down at you, meeting your gaze. It sickened him that the first thing that crossed his mind was how enchanting your eyes are. You were a breed of demon he’d rather not associate with, and any lovey dovey emotion weakened his demonic image, and scrambled his mind with confusing emotions he’d rather not confront.

“Don’t worry Al, Vaggie told me you eat deer, i don’t really see the big deal about that one. Maybe i can try some.. oh do you hunt? I can totally catch it for you, this dog body is built for that!” You said hurriedly standing alongside him hands clasped in front of you almost like you were begging. Never would you say so, but were desperate to spend some time with him, it was stressful walking on eggshells all the time just for him.

Alastor’s eyebrows rose, he was decently pleased with the idea of a hunting partner, shrugging his shoulders he agreed, humming indifferently at you. “Follow me sweetheart, there are no deer out here!” Grinning wildely you skipped behind him, finally getting the attention you so desperately wanted from him. You mostly hid the longing to have the same attention the others got, while he literally pulled the others toward him, he kept metaphorically pushing you away. He never pulled you into song and dance, touched you, talked to you, hell half the time he wouldn’t even look at you as if you were a ghost. You also tried to interrogate everyone on his behaviour without appearing to obsessed, luckily the only one who seemed to notice this frantic questioning was Husk.

Husk was a good guy though, and took it with ease promising to not mention the sudden interest in Alastor and his behaviour. He did warn you to ‘watch your ass’ diggin into business that wasn’t your own. Outside of Husk mentioning that Alastor’s never been a fan of animals, a one off thing you barely paid mind to, the investigation left you empty handed. Nobody at the hotel really understood Alastor’s behaviour. Or Alastor in general, but you held hope they would.

“Here we are my dear,” Alastor exclamiend theatrically swinging his door open and leading you inside to the woody section of his room with his microphone positioned in the middle of your back. The furthest he’s ever gone to touch you, in truth. Focusing your eyes ahead you didn’t look around much, not wanting to be rude and stare at everything, though it was hard. You wanted to see how he liked things in his personal space, when he was all alone.

“Is this like a personal farm or something, are you like a breeder or…” You questioned quirking a brow up at him. Alastor chuckled quietly you could hear an audience echoing his laugh around the two of you. “No no, this!” He exclaimed stretching his arms out toward the greenery. “Is a glimpse straight into the forest, where the freshest of meats frolic.” Alastor looked back at you wicked grin on his face. “Ready to show me what you’re capable of, pup?”

Swinging his microphone around he then stuck it out toward the wilderness. With what he said you felt the need to impress him, so with smile and a nod you took off. After fifteen minutes, you returned. Alastor stood impatiently picking at his claws bored expression gracing his face, although his smile still present. Considering you planned to show off, you came back full demonic form on display and with two deer; one deer, sagged dead between your teeth, the other in your grasp.

Once Alastor decided to look up from his nails, he was petrified, and fought against the urge to flee like the prey he was reborn as. Alastor wouldn’t ever admit his fear directly but it was palpable, you could even smell it on him thanks to the fact you had the heightened ability to smell the stress hormones. To Alastors defence you appeared more dog than sinner at this point, a twisted mutation of what could’ve been a dog or possibly werewolf, he wasn’t sure and honestly neither were you. What he was sure of was that it made him nauseous looking at you and angry that you had that effect on him by simple existing.

Coming back to yourself, and what you’d typically look like, you dropped the deer at his feet, but he only stared at you, particularly your blood covered teeth. “Alastor what’s wrong? Uh, whatever happens in the forest stays in the forest?” You quickly say, panicking at such a display, you didn’t know him that well and visually you couldn’t entirely pick up on what he was thinking but you could pick up the way his blood rushed quicker through his veines, and how he clenched his teeth tighter than ever. “Nothing.” He snapped out fast as ever, but what shocked you most is the radio static in his voice left completely, you actually heard him.

Stepping an inch closer, testing the waters, you slowly reach out to his arm. Your gaze was locked on his eyes to try and find anything that could have given you the slightest hint at whether or not to pull away, but you found none. So crossing your fingers, metaphorically, you closed the small gap between you and him, very gently placing your hand on his arm.

Quietly you spoke. “I’m not sure whats wrong Al, but i know something’s up, and I know how you like to protect your image so don’t worry, i swear on my after life i won’t tell a soul about this.” Much to his dismay, he gave into your words of comfort, his posture falling slightly. Alastor’s smile never fell, but other parts of him did, like his ears and finally his eyes. He looked down to you and you could finally tell something was seriously fucked with how easily he let himself give in. “I was attacked by dogs before i died, is all, my dear. Ahhh, sometimes those pesky human emotions still remain present.“

“Is that why you avoided me?” You questioned putting the pieces together. With more confidence you moved a step closer to him, and he made no moves to stop you. “Yes, I apologize for my rude display, I’m not fond of dogs.” You inwardly scoffed. Dog, you were like, more of a werewolf anyways which was way cooler. “Well Alastor, what better way to overcome discomfort than befriending a dog! Than you’ll never have to worry about any dog sinner getting the upper hand!” Somewhere in that sentence was comedy gold, apparently, considering Alastor erupted into insane laughter which just had you awkwardly standing there watching as he vibrated joyfully.

Once his cackling was finished, he wiped away a non existent tear and bent toward you. With a pinch of your cheek Alastor gently shook your head side to side. “How adorable you are, someone getting the upper hand? On me? Ahah! Now i see why you and Husker get along so well! Silly little house pets, assuming such silly things.” You gently pushed his hand away a little upset by the quick switch in demeanour, not that he’s not been like this before, he was known for this. “Well, whatever, i meant well. Anyyhoo, does that mean we’re cool now?”

Al cocked his head to the side, repeating ‘cool’ to himself as if he didn’t know the word before shaking his head, and confirming that you two were indeed ‘cool now’. “Perhaps we should hunt together more often my dear, after all i’ve never had someone bend over and swear secrecy in return for nothing. You must be dying for a little bit of private time with me.” Gaping at him you watched as he turned his back and started a walking away. Snapping his fingers, the deer disappeared from your feet and reappeared on a table, big enough for two.

“Yeah right, I’d never that’s, uh, barf y’know.” You muttered collecting yourself, still a little ashamed he had seen right through you. “Come, dig in! After all this was your catch my little pet, it’d be so unkind to leave you without. Dogs do enjoy that, correct? Rewards.” Now sat across from him, your mouth fell in a flat line, ears drawn down. “Yeah, sure, just as much as deers like to be eaten huh? Why don’t you hop up on the table deer, doggy wants their reward.” You shot back, possibly a bit flirtatiously as you’d truly prefer him being your treat, your reward.

A record scratch sounded out from him, effectively causing a silence to wash over the two of you. You coughed, and a meek smile graced your face as you eyed the meat in front of you, then back to his eyes. Alastor seemed to be in quiet contemplation as he looked at you, his smile once open, now closed but his eyes relaxed signalling that he wasn’t going to launch himself over the table and maim you for what you said.

You both sat watching each other seeing as he made no movement or noise. The silence made your worried mind wander, while other parts of your mind foolishly wondered if what you said sparked any particular interests in him.

After all, you believed it was pretty hard to miss the double entendre there especially when you purred it out to him like a horn dog succubus. Sitting up straighter in an attempt to conceal your anxieties, you met Alastors calm gaze that never strayed from your form. It was like he could see straight into your mind and your heart kicked up with the worry of ‘could he read fucking minds.’

“So! I’ve seen you and the spider have gotten along swimmingly. Tell me, why does such a shy thing like yourself prance around with such a fellow? One that draws unruly attention wherever he goes?” Alastor finally broke the silence materializing a fork and a knife to dig into his meat. You were relieved the tension finally broke and you could move past the comment, for now. However bringing up the topic of Angel seemed quite calculated on his part.

“Angels amazing, especially when you get to know him Al. Plus, he knows what it’s like to be pushed around by men, he never puts me in the position where i’m the target of some sleazes desire.” You rant turning the dead deer towards you, not bothering to ask for cutlery as you planned to dig in- claws and teeth. “Hm, i suppose that could be true my dear, but i can’t help but be skeptical seeing how utterly opposite the two of you are.” You waved a hand lazily, ripping into the deers leg and nawshing down.

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” Alastors eyebrows quirked at your rude gesture, that being speaking with your mouth full, but he wasn’t too surprised as he reminded himself you were just a dog. “It’s as clear as a sunny day pup! You are so unsure of yourself! Oh my, I just love watching you shrink into yourself at the sight of any demon outside the hotel. One of my favourite past times is walking around the ring with you as you shake like a chihuahua that lost its mother!” You watched mouth full as he threw his head back and laughed, again, quite theatrically.

The laugh track sounded with him as he did so, his ears perked happily, hand draped over his heart. You couldn’t be mad at what he said when he just looked so, adorably goofy. Obviously you hated being in hell and near other sinners, they were gross the majority of them wanted to harm you in some way, so you weren’t bothered at all that he could tell you were afraid of them, but you were curious as to why he decided to steer the conversation this way.

“Well Alastor, we’re all afraid of something. Oh and by the way- even though you only come to watch me cower- i still enjoy whenever we go out together.” You admit switching between inspecting your meat and looking at Alastor as he ate his. Alastor covered up the shock that he felt by taking a few silent bites. Briefly he reflected on what there was to like, after all he barely spoke to you during the outtings, he always walked fast and slightly ahead of you so you were always racing to catch up, he couldn’t find a single reason you’d enjoy being with him.

“Do you?” He finally inquired his head falling to the side, looking up to him you nodded, swallowing before speaking this time. “Yeah, truthfully it’s entertaining to me too. Watching everyone around us move away from you, whisper n gossip about you, all while you pay no mind with your head up, unbothered. Oh! And your radio too, I am not sure if you notice, but when you hum your radio just hums out with you, it’s nice especially since i’m too afriad to put in a headset. Oh and of course, you make me feel safe.”

Leaning forward slightly, Alastor placed his silverware down and placed his elbows on the table. Behind him his tail subconsciously wagged, pleased to hear that you had felt safe with him. It was an unusual emotion that sparked through his chest and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. It made him feel like he was loosing control to another sinner, and that was a big no no.

Alas, Alastors curiousity outweighed his distaste for the emotion soaring through him and instead decided to full speed ahead into it. Perhaps because that felt like he in some way gained control back by choosing to breathe into it rather than run. “I’m pleased to hear that my dear,” Alastor started slowly, dragging out his words buying him time for what to say next. “Had I known before i could’ve arranged something. You do know i have quite the little posse of shadows on my side, correct?”

Alastors eyes were lidded watching you lean back in your seat ever so slightly, shadows beginning to wisp around the floor by your feet. “I didn’t think you’d do that for me Al.” Resting his head on his hand, he ‘tsked’ at you. “And why is that my dear.” The expression on your face read pretty clearly as ‘are you kidding me’ but Alastor wanted to hear you speak. “To me it was pretty obvious, up until this point I had asssumed you hated me!”

The frustrated exclamation really didn’t bother him, instead he kissed his teeth, rolled his eyes and shook his finger like a scolding mother. “Silly pup, you know what they say about assuming, it makes an ass out of you and me.” Rolling your eyes right back you cracked a smile at him. It seemed to you he was trying to banter along with you, which was progress, and made your stomach flip. “Oh shush Alastor, you absolutely loathed my presence up until you could find a use for me.”

Alastor hummed flatly, checking out his claws. “Not true.” Snapping his fingers the deer left untouched disappeared leaving the table barren. Alastor stood and undid his coat walking away leaving you hanging. Shocked by his sudden reaction, you stood the table vanishing behinfd you. “What do you mean Al?” He hung up his jacket, now left only in his vest you standing behind in patiently. Once hung up Alastor turned to you and smiled mischievously down at you. Before you could question him, he grabbed your face under your chin and grasping your cheeks.

“Oh my silly little dog, you think your form was the only thing pushing me away. No,” Gawking up at him as he invaded your space for the first time in your months of being here, he stood inches away from you forcing your head up to look into his eyes. “I admit, i’ve been dealing with more unpleasant emotions than fear. You’re quite divine, you know.”

You felt like you were melting and your heart raced in your chest and the radio demon looked down at you with a softness you’d never seen in his eyes before. His hand released your cheeks and instead he started gently caressing you, loving the way you shivered just at his touch. “You’re hard to put up with, my dear. Allow me to confess you’ve been the the most difficult sinner to rid from my mind. Silly as that may be. I have ridiculous thoughts about what you may think of me, how i look, my golly i even ponder whether you desire my presence when i push you away. I also wonder what other undeserving sinners have your attention, have their paws on you.”

As he spoke he inched closer to your face, his hand cupping your cheek while the other ghosted up your arm, barely making contact with your flesh. You felt weak at the knees as he hovered above you with suck a coy smile, his red eyes looking straight into your own. “Al..” You trailed off almost warningly, but all he did was hum lazily bringing his face even closer to yours.

You could smell his fragrance one you couldn’t fully pinpoint as one thing. Definitely a cologne of sorts, mixed with blood, deer guts, and the faintest scent of pine. “Tell me sweetheart,” Alastor started dragging his hand from your cheek to gently grabbing your neck, making you swallow. “Do you hold the same interest in me as i do you?”

He almost sounded as if he was mocking you when he asked, but you were too lost in a haze from this fucked up foreplay he had going on to notice. Instead you nodded just barely moving your head but you knew he’d see it. “Of course you do, good little pup. I noticed.” Alastor hissed out darkly before pulling you by your neck flush against his body.

You squeaked but it was hushed by Alastors lips connecting with your own. You hands flew up to his chest grabbing on for dear life. In fairness the kiss was pretty soft, but you were so shocked your body reacted a bit harshly. He kept his smile against your lips, you matching his pace unashamed at how quick you kissed him back. His right hand kept on your throat controlling how close you were to him while his other hand danced up to your head to push your lips closer to his.

Pulling away abruptly Alastor shot up straight suddenly holding you at a distance by both shoulders. Your body ragdolled to his command barely catching your footing as you were in a lovey dovey haze. “Perhaps that is enough for today! Don’t want to get carried away now! You deserve proper treatment from a gentlemen!” Broadcaster voice back in play, you winced as he tonned down his volume for quite awhile up until this point.

However your annoyance didn’t last seeing as Alastor actually wanted to go out with you, so instead you smiled up at him. “How kind of you Al, maybe we can have more deer?” Dusting yourself of invisible dirt, Alastors hands retreated behind his back. “Of course my deer sounds like a gas! But for tonight perhaps we should relax. I have to get to a meeting within the next few hours, but i thoroughly enjoyed our time today!”

Smiling at him as he lead you to his door this time his hand pressed gently against the small of your back. “I really enjoyed it too Al, especially the part when you kissed me that was my fave.” You teased watching as he looked away his ears tilting to the sides ever so slightly.

“Yes, well, i did as well. Now then! Carry on i must get appropriate, ta-ta!” He exclaimed pushing you out of his room and shutting the door behind you, and while you giddily ran off hyped to tell Angel about everything, Alastor collapsed against the door smile strained heart pounding in his chest, incredibly uncomfortable with how to deal with these emotions, but please at the same time with experiencing something he’d not felt before.

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Let’s make a deal

Okay so I had this idea that Alastor sold his sold to Y/N when he was alive and that’s the “deal” he trapped in.

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Warnings: mentions of death and cannibalism

Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @leathesimp @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @strangerthings36 @carylinflors @michelleszn @sirenetheblogger

Summary: Alastor made a deal with a demon and when he couldn’t fill his end of the bargain his soul was all he had to give.

Human Alastor x Demon F!Reader

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Y/N was never one to interested in the mortal plane. Once she died she didn’t care to go back. She had the power too sure. She was one of the highest ranking demons in hell. But there was one human she started to grow an interest in.

A soul came to her begging for her to kill his son. Claimed that the son was a bastard, and that he killed him. Said he didn’t deserve to die. Obviously he did considering he was in hell.

“And just what is your sons name?” You were bored, and thought why not give him hope you would act on his request in his favor. “Al-Alastor. Alastor Hartfelt.” What an interesting name. “Noted, now run along and go do whatever you do. We’ll discuss price later.”

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You came to learn that this ‘Alastor’ was a host of a Radio broadcast. You had also come to learn he was a complete mamas boy. His father — the man who begged you to kill him — had killed his mother. In an act of revenge he killed him.

That’s not what interested you though. He didn’t get caught, he go away clean. So when he killed another deadbeat of a man and didn’t get caught you started to find interest in your dear radio host.

But what made him useful was he often busted a underground joint. One that a certain angel you knew visited.

—

Alastor walked into his house, it was late and his hands were covered in blood. Once he had them washed he walked into his living room.

He was about to turn on the overhead light but the lamp from his desk in the corner turned on. The lightbulb slightly.

A female figure sat on his desk. Looking through his papers. He was about to question you but you spoke first. “So who you kill this time?” His eyes widened, but only for a moment.

“The hell are you talking about? What are you doing in my house?”

You hummed and dropped the papers back on the desk — leaning back in the chair. “Your right, I suppose that is foolish of me to ask. Considering I already know the answer.”

Alastor swallowed, who the hell was this woman? What did she want. He took notice of the cigarette in your hand and made a side comment.

“It’s not last like to smoke in another’s home — let alone nice.”

You scoffed out a laugh. “Nice? No what isn’t nice his butchering people for you meals.”

So this woman knew about his nightly acts. Fuck. She could tell. Alastor wouldn’t kill her, he’d kill no girl.

You tossed the cigarette in the ask try and stood. While looking at a photo frame of his and his mom you spoke. “I’ve come to offer you a deal.” A woman? Making a deal?

“What is it you want.” Alastor wasn’t dumb, he knew to get something he needed to give something. As far as he knew he wanted nothing from you. “I want something indeed but right now you should be asking me what do you want.”

“What do I want.” You started to walk around the table. Away from the chair, and closer to Alastor. “Vengeance. You see I was quite impressed with the way you gruesomely killed dear daddy. And even though you did a good in the world getting rid of a man like that, that moment was the moment you lost your ticket to heaven. Heaven, where your dear mom lies.”

Heaven? This girl was crazy.

“You expect me to believe in heaven and hell?” Your eye twitched. “I forgot that humans want proof. Very well.” Your eyes glowed (F/C) and the all the lights started to flicker, windows and door’s flying open, and a strong wind blew throughout all the house, scattering all the papers. “Okay! Okay! Stop!” Alastor yelled out over the noise.

“Good. Now dear daddy went to hell. You’ll also be going to hell. I happen to have your father in my possession so when you get down there he’ll be all your to torture for all eternity. That and I offer my silence on your activity’s. Even though I’m a girl my voice can be quite leading.”

He’d be going to hell. You were from hell. His dad was in hell — where he deserved to be — and his mom. His mom was in heaven. His mom was in heaven cause she was dead. From the same man your offering to him on a silver platter.

“What is it you want?” You smiled at his cooperative attitude. “Everything this does come at a price, so here’s mine. There’s this angel. She visits the same club you do, quite often.” You snapped your fingers and a small vile laid in his hands. “Pour this in her drink and your end is done.” Alastor wasn’t stupid, this was poison. That’s not what he focused on, he focused on the fact it was a girl.

“Her?” You rolled your eyes at his concern. “Forgot about your code. Look she’s a real pain okay? I need her gone.” Otherwise you’ll be gone. You picked up the photo frame before and walked to Alastor’s side. “Don’t you want to avenge dear mommy?” He grabbed the photo, silent.

“What did she do to you?” He looked back to you. You pointed to yourself. “My business.” You pointed to him. “Yours is how far are you willing to go for your mother?”

“What does she look like?”

“Now we’re talking.” (F/C) smoke surrounded your hand for a second only to reveal a paper. A long, long scroll. “Sign here.” Alastor picked up the scroll from your hands and placed it on the table signing it.

Alastor Hartfelt.

—

Alastor hummed a quite tune while he waited for the angel to make her way to her usual seat at the bar.

Y/N had said she would be there very shortly. All he had to do was charm her then spike her drink. Which shouldn’t be too hard, Alastor thought as he saw the blonde take a seat next to him. Ordering a gin martini.

“Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you.” He shook his hand out for the lady, only to kiss the back of her hand when she stuck hers out as well. “Belle.”

“My what a lovely name.”

The two talked all night. He realized how sweet and kind she was. He couldn’t kill her, so when he got home and didn’t see you there he thought you thought he’d done the deed.

He never would think you’d find out. A foolish mistake on his part.

—

“So you host the Radio broadcast?” Belle asked. She had recognized Alastor’s voice, but she didn’t think he’d be from there. “Why yes I am. Quite a passion of mine really I must say.”

Belle laughed, and Alastor thought on how sweet and good hearted she was. It was no wonder she’s an angel.

Over the course of two months Belle never told Alastor she was an angel, and Alastor never told her he was a killer.

Also over the course of two months he hadn’t seen Y/N. That streak had run out today. There you sat, in his office at his broadcast tower. In front of a chest board. “Play with me.” You commanded, he obeyed. He took a seat across from you and moved his pawn.

“I have to ask, how did Belle look before she died. Cry out for help?” You moved your pawn next.

“She was to busy choking.” He moved another piece.

“Really?” Your move.

“Really.” His move.

Over the course of twenty minutes you two played the game in silence. Though towards the end you spoke up again.

“I find her chocking hard to believe.”

Alastor swallowed as he made his next move. “Why?”

“Well with you dancing with her today made me think otherwise.” You placed the final move. “Checkmate.”

Alastor felt panic spreading from within his body. “She didn’t deserve to die.” He hurried the words and he stood quickly as he spoke.

“Didn’t she?” You spoke slow. Standing up and turning to the window. You could feel the rage that you’ve been holding for a thousand years boiling. “You have no idea the kind of her person she really is.”

“Right and I’m supposed to trust the Demon from hell instead of listening to the kind actions of an angel.”

You breathed in and out. Trying to get control over your emotions. Over your fury. “You had one job.”

“I would have offered you everything. All the riches you could imagine. A broadcast tower tht over looked thousands. Vengeance for your mother.”

”I wanted her dead, and so now I should have your soul.”

Alastor shook his head. “But you haven’t even given me my father. We can just call the deal off.”

You took a long sip of the whiskey you had poured your self — back still turned to him. “The deal can only be called off if both sides of the deal isn’t up held. I’ve kept my silence about your killings.”

Alastor scoffed. “That wasn’t even the main point of our deal. My father was. As far as I’m concerned I still don’t have him!”

“Because he’s in hell! Do you wish do die so early?!” You could feel the little control you had snapping. “When you die trust me I plan to give you to him. But as I stated before you can’t get something for nothing.”

“I won’t kill her.”

You laughed and the contract appears in front of Alastor’s face. “We’re done talking about assassinations. We’re dealing with souls now.”

Alastor looked to the fine print which was now bold. If failure to kill then a soul shall take her place. Your soul.

Alastor didn’t know what selling your soul really meant but he knew it couldn’t be good.

A chain wrapped around his neck and you pulled him to you, you meeting him half way.

You grabbed his jaw and kissed him harshly.

“Your now mine, my pet.”

—

Hiiii so I don’t have any the request done yet, but I may have one out today! But I am working on them, this is just a emergency work I had in case I didn’t have any work ready for upload day.

I also plan to kinda make this a series, would that interest any of you?

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𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒕: 4,669

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Vox was absolutely thrilled to have you working with him, so much so that he'd decided to go live on television to announce you as his new personal assistant. It was your first time on TV, but you managed the situation well despite your fear. You were a small thing, no taller than 5'3 and you had a good chunk Hell's population salivating over their TV screens just from your figure.

Alastor, despite his disdain towards modern technology, soon found his eyes locked to the screen as well; his lip twitching as his grin tightened. It was clear that Vox was developing feelings for you, which gave Alastor an idea.

His attention switched back to you as you had been asked a question, which made you laugh. The way your lips stretched over your teeth and your teeth pressed into your bottom lip caused an unfamiliar heat rise in his lap, and his eyes darkened. This was going to be quite fun.

***

The clicking of your heels against the marble floor reverberated off of the walls of the VoxTek CEO office. "You have a meeting at 10 with Odette Carmine, a live interview with Katie Killjoy at 11 through about 12:30, but I left your lunch open; per Valentino's request." You were pacing as you spoke- a habit you'd been working to break- behind your boss as he looked out of the large glass window, overlooking the city. You paid him no attention; your mind was busy.

One arm was folded behind his back and another brought a steaming cup of coffee up to his mouth. You paused for a second, flipped a page of the small planner in your hands, and the clicking noise returned as you resumed pacing. "You have a public appearance in the town square at 2, a meeting with Velvette about love potion marketing at 3:30, and then you're free until 5, when you'll-"

Vox sat his cup on his nearby desk and spun around, a strained smile on his face. "You're pacing again. You know how that irks me, dear." His voice was cheerful as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You know. I think it's quite a waste of talent for you to be doing this.. mediocre job." He reached out with his other hand and pulled the planner from your grasp, tossing it onto your desk. "I beg your pardon, Sir?" You asked, attempting to move back a bit as your boss shifted closer to you.

"I mean, you really are a great assistant; I just feel that you'd be more suited to... run thi-" He was cut off as the door flung open and Valentino walked in, hurling a glass in the both of your direction. Vox quickly moved you out of the way as the glass shattered against the window. "That twinky FUCK thinks he can just-" More glass shattering as he grabbed a small décor table and threw it. "I fucking made him!" He growled, tugging at the edges of his hat. "We'll continue this conversation later." He practically whispered into your ear as he walked past, sending an unwanted chill down your spine.

Vox began to tend to the explosive Valentino as you quickly grabbed your planner and shuffled to a corner of the room. Valentino didn't like you much, and you'd assumed it was due to Vox's recent behavior towards you. You'd worked for him for 2 years now, but about a week ago he'd suddenly promoted you from receptionist directly to his personal assistant- which hadn't even been a job position previously.

While the obvious feelings weren't reciprocated, you didn't necessarily mind Vox's attention until you went to knock on his door the day before yesterday and saw the screens through the ajar door. He had multiple cameras in your apartment, including your bathroom. You didn't quite know what to do, so you just knocked on the door like you usually would and entered the office. He quickly clicked the boxes away, and the screens changed to a bouncing screensaver.

His gaze was never a comforting thing after that, but it was even worse when you'd finally gotten to be alone in his office and looked at the screens. There were 2 other female employees that he'd been watching and you'd made your mind up right then; you were going to finish this week and then quit.

You stood quietly as Valentino threw a tantrum over Angel Dust, one of his models. Valentino was getting angrier, and walked over to his gun safe. "Which one looks the sexiest?" You rolled your eyes as he asked the question, and Vox chuckled. "What are you doing, Val?" He paused, and his face shifted. "You're not going over there." It was practically a threat, and you could feel the building tension.

Valentino was mumbling something as Vox grabbed his shoulder, pulling him to face him. "Val!" His voice heavily distorted and his screen brightness momentarily maxed out, forcing Valentino to focus on him. Valentino yanked his shoulders away from Vox, "Oh, do not give me that shit." Valentino's face shifted to mischief. "Besides, the Radio Demon is there too." He said, his voice sing-song.

Your eyes widened and you looked away for a second, composing yourself. You'd heard a thing or two about the rivalry between Vox and the Radio Demon, but never enough to really understand why. Vox's antenna sparked and he let out a distorted laugh. "What did you just say?" His voice was dangerous.

"Yeah, he's been hanging out with Hell's Princess-a." One pair of Valentino's arms folded across his stomach as he lit a cigarette with his free hands. "Alastor is back," Vox got closer to Valentino, "and he's with Lucifer's daughter," He took another step, and grabbed a fist-full of Valentino's fur. "and that wasn't the first FUCKING THING YOU TOLD ME?" Valentino casually pulled Vox's hand out of his fur.

"Oh, please. You've got cameras everywhere, you should have seen him by now. I guess you've just been so busy with your new toy.." Valentino looked past Vox and locked eyes with you, his face dulling. You looked away, and shuffled uncomfortably. Vox began to pace, earning a quiet scoff from you. "Y/n, cancel my meetings and take the day off, I have some.. things to attend to." He glanced apologetically to you, but you just nodded and left the room.

You checked your watch; it was just after 9am, which was when you usually went out to grab Vox a coffee refill. You decided that a coffee sounded good, so you went to your office and put your planner down. After cancelling Vox's day, you left the building and had began to walk when it hit you. Alastor, the Radio Demon, was back. You shuddered, thinking of the stories you'd heard. You'd been in Hell for 3 years, but nothing had shocked you quite as much as the stories of a sinner, overthrowing Overlord after Overlord until he climbed to the top.

Of course, that left the question; why leave? Especially then and where did he go? You'd barely made it half a block from VoxTek when you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You stopped and turned around, checking your surroundings. As you turned back, something forced itself over your eyes and over your mouth. You tried to yell, clawing at the object covering your eyes.

You began to grow a bit taller and horns began to grow from the top of your head, but suddenly you were pulled against something tall and warm. Strong arms wrapped themselves around you, and moving became very difficult. "While the effort is quite entertaining, I suggest you stop struggling." The static soaked voice invaded your mind, and you froze. Terror tore through your veins as you realized that it was in fact, the Radio Demon. "Much better."

Your breathing stopped for a moment as it felt as though you were falling, very quickly. The atmosphere was immediately different, and the air was cool. Almost cold. You yelped, but it came out as a muffled groan. "Now, now. Don't get ahead of yourself, my dear." He chuckled, and suddenly it felt as though there were hands wrapped around your wrists and ankles. You were lifted up off of the floor and your arms were lifted above your head. Your face flushed red; your shirt was made with a cleavage window, and you could feel your breasts being pushed together.

"What's your name, darling?" Every word he spoke seemed to flood you, the numb buzzing of static overtaking you. The object over your mouth moved out of the way, and you licked your lips to help the dry sensation. "Y-Y/n, what-" Your eyes were uncovered in an instant, and you were face to face with him. His eyes were bright, glowing red and his lips were pulled into an ear-to-ear grin, which twitched and momentarily exposed a bit of black gums.

"And you know who I am, yes?" He slid his tongue over his top row of pointed teeth, pulling it back into his mouth with a soft pop. "..A-" You tried, so hard, to form the word. Of fucking course you knew who he was, but the rate in which your chest rose and fell- paired with his eyes pouring into your very being- was making you lightheaded. "Hm?" He tilted his head, his ears shifting from the motion. "Ala-" You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes, "Alastor."

Alastor let out a small laugh, grabbing your chin. "What a smart girl." Another hand found your waist, and your eyes snapped open. You looked up and your arms, realizing that you were being suspended by black, smoky tendrils. You looked down at his gloved hand against your waist, and your entire body twitched a bit. His hand alone was massive against your small body, and you realized you were off of the ground at least 2 feet- and eye level. Your eyes flicked to his, which hadn't left your face.

"You know," He began, and started to walk slowly around you, his hand still on your waist. "It's quite rare for someone to make me feel something." When he made it back around, he was unbuttoning his red tailcoat. "Unfortunately, that comes with a price." An unwanted heat travelled down your stomach and between your legs. You pulled against the restraints, but they didn't falter. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of an escape route. This had to stop. You were much too pent up; even with your sex toys, you couldn't quite scratch the lustful itch you had.

After all, you'd not been fucked since you were alive.

The foreign feeling of your stomach doing flips absolutely terrified you as you watched the Radio Demon slip his coat off and lay it over a chair. You looked at his coat, then noticed that the chair was against a control panel. You were in his infamous radio tower. "Oh- oh my god-" You struggled against the restraints again, but they tightened. Alastor let out a demented laugh, "You'll not find him here."

Was he going to kill you? Was he going to fuck you and then kill you? The thought of him fucking into you sent a disturbing jolt down to your heat, and you bit into your cheek again. You bit too hard, and you felt your teeth split the flesh. Your mouth began to pool with blood, and you let out a shaky exhale. Alastor inhaled deeply, his eyes flicking to you. Your heart began to pound against your chest as he walked closer and grabbed your face.

He raised an eyebrow quizzically before bringing his face close to yours, his nails slightly digging into your flesh through the gloves. You tried to whine in protest, but his tongue flicked over your lip before he forced his mouth onto yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He exhaled and grunted the second your blood coated his tongue, and he pressed his body against yours.

You tried to be disgusted. You tried to want to pull away, but the way his tongue lapped against the inside of your mouth filled you with morbid arousal. When he pulled away, his lips were glistening with red, thick blood. He licked his lips and brought a hand to your lower back. "I must say, I was originally trying to piss Vox off," He pulled a glove off and extended a sharp, charcoal colored finger towards your mouth. He wiped the corner of your mouth and brought his hand to his own mouth, licking the remaining blood from his finger.

"but I do believe this is for me, now." He waved a hand and in an instant, your arms were brought down to your sides and a bit behind you. The tendrils around your ankles hand moved up to the bend in your knees, and your legs had been bent and spread. "Are you-" Your breath hitched as he gently placed a hand on your thigh. "-going to kill me?" Your voice was shaking, and you'd half-way hoped he'd say yes.

�� "Mm, that depends.. Are you going to be good?" His voice was deadly, and the static seemed to thicken. He didn't give you time to answer and ever-so-slightly grazed your clothed heat with his finger. Your hips jerked forward, and you mentally begged God to take you out right then and there.

Alastor didn't say anything, but his smile tightened as he brought a clawed finger to the collar of your dress. "Wai-" One quick drag and your dress was on the floor, a flawless cut down the center. His nail had just barely made contact with your skin, but there was a small cut just above your breast. The blood trickled down your breast and over your nipple.

"P-Please-" You tried to beg, but his mouth was over the cut in an instant, licking up the blood. His mouth trailed down onto your breast where he began to peck and nip at your flesh, and then he moved to your nipple. He used his tongue to guide it into his mouth, and he flicked and swirled his tongue until it was clean. He continued for a few seconds after the taste of blood had left his mouth, and then pulled away from your breast.

You released air that you didn't realize you were holding. He locked eyes with you again, and removed his other glove. He grabbed your thigh with one hand and your upper back with the other, then dug his nails into your flesh as he pulled himself against you and sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. Blood poured out of the corners of his mouth and down your chest, and a muted scream tore itself from you.

After a moment, he moved to your other shoulder, and bit you again. This time wasn't as hard, but you still felt the uncomfortable pop of your skin splitting, followed by wet warmth. You yelped and tried to jerk away from him, but he dug his nails in harder, then pulled away from your shoulder. His pupils had changed- bright red radio dials against a dark void, and blood was dripping down his chin.

He lowered himself and licked his lips, now level with your thigh. He flashed you an unreadable look, before quickly leaning in and biting again. You bit down on your own lip as his teeth sunk into you gently, enough to break skin but not quite forceful enough to really hurt. Your stomach did another flip, and you had to look away. He licked and nipped at the sensitive flesh before moving up higher, and biting again.

This time he didn't break skin, just flicked his tongue over his teeth indents. Your leg jerked, but not away. Your mind was beginning to go into overdrive; you should not be reacting like this. Alastor stood up and studied you. The tips of your ears were pink, but your pupils were still blown out from absolute fear- which caused his already excited cock to twitch. "Are you afraid?" The question was absolutely rhetorical.

You didn't really know how to respond, but decided that you couldn't go wrong with honesty. "..yes." His eyes flashed with something, only for a second. It wasn't.. dark, or evil. It was gone within in instant, and he pulled you closer. "Afraid of what?" He was so close that you could smell coffee and copper on his breath. You inhaled shakily, "You." That, unfortunately, seemed to be what he was after. His antlers began to grow, and he grew a few inches taller. "Good."

You were moved again, this time you were leaned back a bit, still held by the tendrils. Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he undid his belt, his eyes trained on you. Your eyes travelled to his hands, and you could see a tent in his black jeans. You looked away, the coiling heat in your chest was terrible, and you couldn't ignore it. It felt so, so wrong, but you wanted it anyways- and that made you feel so sickly aroused you could hardly stand it. You knew he'd know, too.

He brought a hand to your clothed cunt, and gently began to slide his finger up and down your heat. Your arousal quickly soaked through your underwear, and Alastor began to shake his head. "My goodness, I suppose you can't be that afraid. You're already a mess and I've hardly damaged you." You shuddered as you heard a quiet snap, and your heat was exposed to cool air.

You wanted to defend yourself, but your mind was wiped clean as he slipped a finger into you. You involuntarily clenched around it and lifted your hips a little. He removed his finger from your tight hole, and you accidentally whined. How embarrassing. "My, my. I really am going to fucking break you, aren't I?" You couldn't force yourself to look at him- until he slammed his cock into you with such force it took your breath away. As you recollected your oxygen, a low, soft moan escaped you.

At this point, what were you to do? You couldn't get away, and you couldn't fight. Even if you could, would you really want to? He fills you so nicely..

You were dragged away from your thoughts as he pulled out and thrusted back into you, harder than before. You tried to move away from him, but he dug his nails into your thighs. "You're not going anywhere, darling." He began to ruthlessly fuck into you, slamming against your cervix. One of his hands slid up your body and onto your neck, where he held your throat just tight enough for you to feel the pressure as he tormented your cunt with his cock.

You'd been trying so hard to keep it in- grunting and breathing heavily. The demon fucking into you seemed to notice this, and a small black tendril manifested from his shadow. You'd been doing so, so good about distracting yourself; up until the tendril made contact with your clit and began to viciously circle it.

Your eyes closed again as a moan rushed past your lips. The sound seemed to pour gasoline on the fire within Alastor, and he sped up. You moans were unfiltered now, the noise shaky from the way your body was bouncing. The fact that you couldn't move your arms was beginning to bother you- you needed to hold onto something and clenching your fists wasn't cutting it.

"Ple-please- ngh.." You breathed, begging. "..my arms-" You moaned again, Alastor's hold on your neck tightening. He immediately decided no, but as he looked at you; unravelling against him, he found it within himself to show you a hint of mercy. Your arms were released, but you were now shoved up against the wall. One of the tendrils lifted your leg, opening your cunt more and allowing him to fuck deeper inside of you. His pace quickened and your eyes flicked to his, another moan forcing itself out of you.

His pupils were back to their usual red, but they were darker and strands of his red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. His teeth were slightly parted and you could feel his panting breath against your face. The tendril assaulting your clit stopped for a few seconds, drawing a whine out of you. Alastor's grin twitched as the tendril resumed, the pace double what it was before. Your entire body spasmed, and that's when you knew he had you.

What you hadn't noticed, was that Alastor had began broadcasting to VoxTek Inc. Every device in the building capable of producing audio now played the sounds of flesh smacking together and heavy, shallow breathing.

You slammed your head back against the wall and your hands shot out, grabbing ahold of his antlers as a loud, whining moan filled the room. He wasn't expecting that, and it made his cock twitch within you. His strokes were getting longer, and his hold on your neck tightened. "What an absolutely lovely cunt you have, my dear." He inhaled through gritted teeth, his own heart beginning to pound against his chest. The compliment was genuine, but he sounded fucking scary.

"A-Alastor-" You whined, an unfamiliar sensation building in your mind and body. It wasn't but 5 seconds after that your phone- which had been on the floor next to your dress- lit up, an incoming video call from Vox. Alastor used his magic to get your phone. "Let's see just how much of a good girl you are." He flipped the phone so the screen was facing you. His hips didn't stop crashing into yours.

"Answer it."

You shakily removed a hand from his antlers and pressed the green button. Vox's face filled the screen, and he immediately became infuriated. You tried to bring your hand to cover your face, but Alastor gently grabbed your wrist and guided his hand back to his antler. "What the fuck is going on??" Vox seethed. You opened your mouth to speak, which was dumb, because the rate that Alastor was still fucking into you had you seeing stars, and you simply moaned.

Your face turned crimson, but then you remembered the cameras. You shot Alastor a pleading look, who tilted his head and squinted his eyes a bit. He flipped the phone around. "Salutations! It's good to be back on the air." Alastor teased, but his lips twitched again and the sweat was rolling down the sides of his face and over his nose. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? She's mine, you fucking prick!"

That did something to you. Despite Alastor, a very strongly feared demon deliciously brutalizing your guts, hearing Vox call you 'his' twisted you up in a very distasteful way. You really didn't even really have to think about it before you said it. "No-" You moaned again, and Alastor's eyes flicked to yours. Impossibly, he could see underneath it all- you were afraid of Vox, and surely you had a reason. Alastor's eyes turned to dials again, not moving from your face. "Let's make a deal." Vox slammed his fists into his desk, shattering your phone screen from the inside out.

"Do not make a fucking deal with him, Y/n! I swear to fucking-" Alastor turned the phone down, sat it on his control panel and angled it so that Vox could hardly see your legs; but he could see Alastor's full frame as he fucked you. Your moans were getting shaky now that Vox was out of your face. His thrusts slowed a bit, and you were able to form coherent thoughts.

"I'll give you total and complete protection from any demon, in exchange for your eternal devotion." Alastor surprised even himself- he had planned on asking for your body, to own and fuck you whenever he pleased. You looked at him, shell-shocked. Devotion? Eternal? You looked over at the phone, but the screen was black. You looked back at Alastor, and he stopped fucking into your incredibly warm cunt. "I'm not going to kill you. I would've done that much earlier if I wanted to." His voice was almost playful. The switch-up was confusing, but the thought of being under Vox's virtual thumb was scarier than you'd expected.

"Deal."

Normally when demons deal with souls, it's sealed with a handshake. Alastor, however, pressed his cock as far as he could into you, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and bit down on the side of your neck. In an instant, green flames surrounded the both of you, Alastor grabbed your hand, and pulled it away from antlers as they grew unimaginably large. His cock twitched and throbbed inside of you, but the magic.

Dark, evil static flooded your veins and you felt like you were being crushed under the weight of his power. The worst part was the way your cunt seized up around Alastor, practically locking him in place. You tried to fight it, but the overwhelming power flowing through you heightened every sense in your body. "Relax-" Alastor seethed, becoming overwhelmed with the throbbing of your cunt around him.

You tried your best to release and the second he could move, Alastor began to ruthlessly fuck into you again. Your nails found his shoulders and neck as you clawed helplessly against him, leaving welts and burning lines. He hardly minded, and found it quite thrilling when your nails would catch his flesh at just the right angle and scratch him open, drawing his blood. Your legs were beginning to tremble, and your moans were getting impatient.

"Alast- fuck-" You struggled to catch your breath between his thrusts and your moans, and your hands found his hair. "Please-" He placed a finger on your clit, rubbing in a slow circular motion. God, it was so good. Your breath began to hitch and he leaned forward, his mouth next to your ear. "Come undone, my pet." It was a demand that you were more than willing to comply with.

He gave one good flick over your clit with his thumb, and began to suck on your neck in a way that he could feel your heartbeat against his lips. Your body jerked and a guttural, animalistic moan forced itself out of you. As he fucked you through your high, you could feel an extra weight on your neck, but you simply couldn't focus on anything other than the ungodly pleasure coursing through you're entirety.

You'd barely began to recollect your thoughts when you felt his cock twitch once, then twice, and then he buried his face into your neck as he spilled his seed into you, still slowly dragging in and out of your cunt. When he finally lifted up off of you, you realized that in his hand was a green chain that was attached to a thick, green collar around your neck. Your face flushed deep red as you actually processed what happened.

"I- oh my.." Alastor couldn't help but laugh. "Hm? Didn't think you'd enjoy yourself that much?" The tendrils released your legs, and Alastor lowered you to the ground. There was no walking happening. "I just-" You exhaled, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips. You looked at the marks all over his neck and bit your lip. "There's definitely a reason I'm in Hell." You looked away, embarrassed. "No need to be ashamed, my dear." He fixed his pants, smoothed his suit and began to put his coat back on. "You really are quite a treat."

Alastor stood straight, his ear twitching. His smile turned vicious as he looked back down at you, who was looking curiously as the translucent chains. "Well, it appears we have a very angry sentient television heading this way."

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heyy, i hope you guys liked this!! this is the longest oneshot i have ever written, and i was apart of the 2017 wattpademic- if that means anything LMAO.

editing this in, i do plan on making at LEAST a second part.

taglist!!; @certainlygay @writer-girl99 @mcntsee @moonmark98

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