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Alastor Headcannons

Fem cat demon reader in a relationship with the Radio Demon

SFW

Rosie introduced him to you. Maybe not necessarily with the idea that you two would be romantic, but she saw similarities between you two and knew you would eventually hit it off.

Once you stopped constantly arguing, that is.

The man had been an Overlord for so long and had sworn off attempting romance for an even longer period, that he genuinely did not recognize his feelings for you as romantic inclinations at first.

He knew he liked you. Admired you. And enjoyed your company. Could talk to you for hours about anything and everything. So obviously that meant he wanted to own your soul.

That blew up in his face – almost literally.

He quickly found out there was nothing he could offer you, or do to you, including putting you in harms way, to force you into making any kind of deal with him. He couldn’t make himself do a damn thing to you. And that scared him and made him avoid you for a long time after that.

But when you two did eventually reunite, it was a lightbulb moment for him, and he pretty much immediately started pursuing an actual relationship with you.

PDA isn’t really his thing, besides hand holding and possibly a hand on the small of your back if he’s feeling extra possessive or wanting to show you off.

The biggest exception to this rule is dancing. He loves to take you dancing.

Surprisingly, he really doesn’t mind others knowing you two are an item.

Some might think he’d want to hide it, worried that others would see you as a weakness to exploit but honestly? Who would dare go after something the Radio Demon held in such high regard. Let them try, my dear.

In private, if he’s in a good mood, he’s quite the sweety.

His love language is definitely acts of service and quality time.

He’ll want to start each day relaxing, enjoying coffee and breakfast with you. He cooks. And throughout the day he really enjoys just being the same room with you, even if you’re both absorbed in your own tasks.

In private, if he’s in a bad mood, he’s very distant.

Don’t touch him and try not to interrupt his work.

He’ll still unconsciously show his affection for you by letting his guard down in these moments.

He’ll let his mask slip a little, show you how upset he is when he would never let anyone else know what’s capable of actually getting under his skin.

He’ll be in some disheveled state. Have his jacket off, or bow tie undone, or hair tied back. He’ll have his microphone across the room. Little things to show he’s still comfortable being vulnerable with you but still . . . best not push it because then he’ll get a little mean.

If you’ve accidentally hurt his feelings in some way, then the insults will start. He’ll call you annoying or dramatic, but he won’t raise his voice unless you do first. He rarely swears so when he does, you know he’s completely at his wits end with you or with whatever else has upset him.

He would never ever lay a hand on you.

If he’s really pushed to the edge, his power might be harder to control. Lights may break, his shadow will go nuts on the wall around you, and he’ll even take on a more demonic, imposing form, but you’ll still feel completely safe in his presence.

Have I mentioned how rare these arguments are? There’s a reason why he’s comfortable enough to be in a relationship with you, because 99% of the time, you understand each other perfectly and can calm the other one down.

At the end of a “no touch day” he’ll usually come find you and initiate some type of cuddle. Usually once you’ve already gone to bed.

He’ll slip under the sheets behind you, probably still a little damp from a shower, and either be the big spoon or, if you’re awake, rest his head on your chest while you stroke his ears.

Those ears are mighty sensitive. Not in a sexual way, but it always sooths his exhausted nervous system when he allows you to touch them like that.

That, and your purrs. No lullaby in the world is as potent as the mesmerizing sensation of your purrs when his body is laid close against yours.

It took him a few months to admit it, but after the first time he told you he loved you; he says it all the time. His mother always told him you couldn’t overuse that phrase if you meant it, so you tend to hear it multiple times a day.

He isn’t fluent in Louisiana Creole, but he knows a few phrases, and will slip into the native accent of his youth and whisper them in your ears when he’s trying to sooth you if you’re the one upset.

He took decades to propose. You never pestered him about it, but Rosie did – and that probably made him take even longer to get around to it than if she had just let it alone.

Neither of you were super into the idea of a big ceremony but then word got out and half of Cannibal Town was asking about Save the Dates so you two decided that while the vow exchange would be short and sweet, the reception would be a fucking party.

NSFW

Sex had not been a part of this man’s life for a very long time.

He’d only been in two brief relationships, once as a teen, and once later to appease his mother, and neither one exactly went well.

Even his rut, which makes most other demons sex-crazed, used to just make him more aggressive and territorial. The physical aspects of it were easy to take care of in private, so he never had to seek out other outlets.

But then you came along and while it still wasn’t as much of a priority for him as it was for you, he still found himself enjoying and even desiring that kind of intimacy with you.

For the first time in . . . well, ever . . . he found himself initiating sex with someone, rather than the other way around, and you found yourself pleasantly satisfied whenever he was in the mood.

Don’t get me wrong, he could still be - and was often - very touch adverse, especially after a difficult day.

But if he’s happy and relaxed and you’re around . . . you two are going to end up under the covers.

He used to hate his tail. He’d even cut it off more than once, but it always grew back. But you liked it and he liked anything that pleased you. And then you started touching it during intercourse and he really liked that.

If the guy has one cum button, it’s you stroking his tail while he’s inside you.

It also really helps that you are so comfortable with your tail and you constantly let him touch it.

He’s definitely a top. Sex is just not interesting to him unless he knows you’re getting off, so it’s either mutual pleasure or your pleasure, but he doesn’t care for anything that involves just his body.

You enjoy going down on him, and it’s okay for him, at least for starters, but he rarely lets you do it for very long. It’s just . . . boring, for him. He’ll compromise and 69 if you’re really in the mood for that kind of thing.

He gets very excited when you’re in heat.

It’s the only thing that can -almost- always override his touch aversion on a bad day.

The idea of you wanting him that much, to the point of it being a near constant physical need for him to be inside you, really gets him going.

He wears out faster than you do, but even after he can’t get it up anymore, he has a multitude of other appendages (fingers, tongue, tentacles) and even some toys that he thoroughly enjoys using on you until you are finally sated.

He’s not one for dirty talk. It makes him uncomfortable, and he finds it distracting. He stays pretty quiet himself during sex, but he loves the needy little moans and whines you make.

He does bite.

And slap your ass.

He’s not usually one for restraints or whips, but he does enjoy marking you with his teeth and claws. Again, this man wanted to own your soul, so he’s going to enjoy leaving physical reminders all over your body that you are his.

His rut is much harder to handle now that he’s sexually active.

And he’s very different in bed when he’s in a rut.

That’s when he dirty talks.

And that’s when he really gets rough.

You have on more than one occasion been face fucked to the point of choking and tears.

And those shadow tentacles really come out to play during that time of year.

They’ll be wrapped around your body, your neck, limbs, etc. They’ll fuck your mouth, your ass, any part of you that his cock isn’t in. He wants you completely controlled and filled up by him when he’s fucking you in his rut.

And he can go for a very long time. Multiple times. You learned after the first year to just plan on taking a vacation that time of year because really, other than eating and sleeping, he pretty much demands that’s all you two do.

He can sometimes lose control of his power and his bodily form during sex.

You’ll know when he’s close to climax because those antlers get massive and his eyes tend to go black. And if he’s in a rut, he can get a little . . . big.

Like, all of him. His entire body. But also yes, his dick gets larger then, too.

One time, you were just about to say you were getting stretched a little too much down there, and his weight was started to crush you, when he literally broke the bed. That’s all hot and steamy in romance novels, but you just about broke your tail that night and ended up nearly impaled by the bed frame.

Another time, he got his antlers stuck in the backboard of the bed and that was even more embarrassing for him than breaking the actual bed had been because it took him so long to calm down enough to control the size of those things and meanwhile you had just been pinned beneath him and laughing hysterically at the very horny, very frustrated, very stuck husband of yours.

He’s a self-inflicted insomniac and doesn’t let himself sleep much, so after sex, he tends to pass out next to you and when he finally wakes up, he usually insists you join him in the bath or shower for some aftercare.

He’ll help clean any wounds that haven’t already healed, massage your overworked muscles, and verbally check in with you that he didn’t take things too far. Especially since after a rough rut-induced session, he gets awfully insecure about the things he did to you in the heat of the moment.

Of course, you’re always happy to ensure him that you really enjoy that side of him and you’ve never felt like he’d taken anything too far with you.

(P.S. These are some ideas I worked through on what this ace-spectrum Overlord man would be like in a committed relationship for my upcoming OC wife x Alastor fic. I’ve been working on it for weeks now and am just about ready to start posting. It’s been very difficult writing him truly in character while also navigating meeting my OC, coming to terms with his feelings for her, and how he would behave as a partner/husband. For this post - so that it can be its own standalone work - I’ve changed all the wording to Y/N, with the only specifics being that Y/N is a cat demon. But if you really enjoyed this, I hope you’ll stick around for The Fire in the Sin. It’s going to essentially be all of the above turned into a novel, that’s half prequel and half current events for Hazbin Hotel.)

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The Chain Game (1/3)

RadioApple SMUT

Brainrot into one-shot fanfiction

Rating = 18+

Word Count: 2,253 Words

There, in the cool of the darkness Alastor was on his knees. Tight chains binding his legs and his wrists; solidly to his back. His long ears worked separately back and forth; side to side as he tried to orient himself. These shadows surrounding him were not his own and they were not his friends.

“Now,” A voice came from the dark. “Are we ready to begin?”

A flare of red; bright wide eyes appearing from the black as the shadows were cast aside; slithering outward. Lucifer stepping into their midst; red eyes aglow, tall, twisting horns rising high above his head, all six wings outstretched wide behind him.

Alastor’s grin widened, eyes sharp, and narrowed on the King.

“How about a game?” Lucifer asked him. “The prize is your release. The rules: I ask you a question. If you answer honestly, I take a chain away. If you refuse to answer or if you dare to lie to me, I’ll add another.”

Alastor’s smile tightened; he tested his restraints but there was no give.

“So,” Lucifer began, “Why are you here, Alastor? What is keeping you at the hotel?”

“Heh,” Alastor gave a breathy laugh. “The entertainment. Truly.”

“A lie.” Lucifer said coldly. There was a hissing as a long black chain uncoiled and slid from the surrounding darkness; it slithered loudly across the cool, smooth floor and wound its way around Alastor like a snake, tightening across his chest. Heat burned from its links. These were no heavenly bonds; these chains were cast from brimstone.

“We’ll try again. You made a deal with Charlie.” Lucifer told him. “What do you intend to ask of her?”

Alastor said nothing: his eyes never leaving the King’s, ever smiling.

“Hm.” Lucifer watched him as another chain came slinking from the dark. “You’re doing quite poorly. You might have found your freedom already had you played your cards right.” The second chain coiled around Alastor, sliding into place just opposite of the last. Alastor suppressed a sharp hiss as the links tightened, burning skin despite his suit.

“You were gone from Hell for quite some time…were you not?” Lucifer gave him a cold smile.

Lucifer was offering him an easy one now; a simple ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ would suffice. Alastor refused to take the bait laid out for him. The answer was an obvious enough one; he’d lose more answering it than he would gain.

“What, is it your Majesty? Afraid I might disappear again? Afraid you might miss me-?” Alastor hadn’t quite finished the question when a large, heavy black shackle shot from the darkness and closed around his throat. This time, he couldn’t help the air leaving his lungs as he gasped; the brimstone collar searing his throat.

“That wasn’t an answer.” Lucifer told him, holding the long and winding end of chain attached to the burning shackle.

“Now, tell me,” Lucifer wound the chain in his hands; tightening it so that the brimstone pressed tighter to Alastor’s neck, burning him more.

“Who owns you?”

Laughter bubbled up from deep in Alastor’s chest, cackles erupting from his insane smile.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Lucifer asked him, placing more pressure on the chain and stretching Alastor’s neck painfully.

“I-“ Alastor was still laughing, “I can’t!” His body was shaking, jerking from the hysterical fit he was having.

A black chain had begun its way to him, slithering quickly to stop and pause just before touching his legs. The chain slowly slid back; being pulled straight back into the darkness. One of the chains wrapped tightly around Alastor’s chest loosened and then followed it. The relief from just one chain removing itself from him was incredible.

“That at least was an honest answer.” Lucifer told him. “But even with that, I’m afraid you’ve lost our game.”

The chain remaining across Alastor’s chest pulled back sharply, yanking him onto his back. Bringing up the slack to the chain that shackled his throat; Lucifer pulled it tight. The chain encircling Alastor’s legs let go, slithering upward along his back to wind itself so that it formed a tight connection from the chain that still held his wrists to the brimstone wrapped about his neck. Before Alastor could get his legs beneath him and gain some ground; Lucifer pushed him back down with a boot; pressing it firmly into the radio demon’s chest.

Gasping again, Alastor bared his teeth; ears curling and laying flat as he glared up the tight links of chain and into Lucifer’s red, glowing eyes.

“Well, this is becoming quite problematic for you.” Lucifer told him; “You seem to be actually enjoying this.”

Lucifer’s boot left his chest, moving now so that he was stepping into the inside of Alastor’s left leg; angling it so that a noticeable bulge was fully exposed at the seam of his pants. Shifting the boot, he slid it so that it rested just against the tent in the fabric.

A growl was building in Alastor’s throat when the chains were noisily moving again; this time they dragged him upward so that he was standing before Lucifer; he could comfortably set and stand with his feet down but the chains were fully supporting his weight.

“What were the words you used earlier?” Lucifer asked him; not looking at him now but looking at the growing bulge at his crotch. “Your Majesty…?” He looked up at Alastor; a wickedly suggestive smile spreading across his face.

Growling, Alastor twisted against and tested his chains. There was a sudden release of his wrists, the chain falling away briefly. He pulled his arms apart and brought his hands forward before the chain had regained its hold, this time tightening around his wrists and yanking his arms upwards.

“Fuck.” He twisted and yanked; finding no release this time.

“Oh, but it looks like you are quite happy to see me, Alastor, standing before you like this…” Lucifer told him, eyes at his crotch again. He had released the chain from Alastor’s collar, letting it hang freely now. “I suppose you could just be hiding something from me just there, but I have my doubts.”

He placed a hand at Alastor’s waist, the other lightly touching where the fabric was being pressed outward, a clawed finger slowly circling the spot.

Alastor had stopped struggling against the burning chains; focusing instead on trying to control what his body was doing; trying to control his breathing.

“I better check…just to be sure.” Lucifer spoke quietly, the hand at Alastor’s waist sliding along the waistband of his pants, a claw hooking the edge and pulling. His other hand slid between the fabric and Alastor’s skin, fingers closing around his still-growing member.

At his touch, Alastor’s breathing was slowly turning into sharp pants. He wasn’t just burning from the brimstone now. “Ah…” He gasped. “Your majesty…”

“Well, that didn’t take long.” Lucifer told him. Pulling Alastor’s enlarged cock out, he held it firm in his hand; rubbing his thumb along the slit, spreading pre-cum all along the tip.

Alastor’s body shuddered and he started panting even more heavily now.

“Fuck, Alastor.” Lucifer continued to move his thumb along the tightening skin, softly pressing into stiffening muscle. “This thing is huge and throbbing. When is the last time someone actually touched you?”

Alastor’s hips jerked; his face had reddened and his skin had taken on a soft sheen. He was absolutely quivering now. “Please…your majesty…”

“Well, I suppose I should reward you for finding some manners.” Lucifer said, closing his hand fully around Alastor’s shaft now. “Offer you at least some release.” Placing his free hand on Alastor’s shoulder he began pumping his penis.

Alastor’s head went back; his heavy panting racking his body as his hips began thrusting. His dick quickly stiffened in the King’s hand; spraying cum. He felt his knees give out beneath him but the chains holding him were tightening and moving him again.

He was pulled back; chains fully releasing his hands now and sliding into the dark. But, the chains wound around his chest and shackled to his neck remained; holding him fast, and away from the King.

Lucifer stood where Alastor had been; licking the cum from off of his fingers. Alastor’s body shuddered briefly before his eyes burst into green; his antlers growing and reaching wide.

“I thought that might send you into a rut.” Lucifer told him.

Alastor was snarling now; ears pulled flat against his head. His eyes were wide with a ravenous and feral hunger.

“You are quite powerful, aren’t you.” Lucifer casually noted. “I have you in the strongest chains in Hell and you are still a bit of a problem. I bet you have power that even you haven’t tapped into yet.” He laughed. “It was very lucky for Adam that you made your little mishap when he faced you; I believe you actually could give me some grief even…under the right circumstances.”

Alastor’s snarl deepened.

“You’re going to have to get more of a grip on yourself before I let you touch me.” Lucifer told him, smoothly shifting his form so that his horns and wings were no longer present.

Alastor’s ears lifted slightly, one twitching briefly. His snarl was dying in his throat; some of the craziness leaving his eyes now.

Lucifer was slipping out of his suit jacket; unbuttoning his shirt.

Alastor watched him with bright green eyes, quiet now. His ears were perked; twisted forward. His hair rising in his excitement, antlers still branching out, long and tall.

The chain to Alastor’s collar slid across the floor and into Lucifer’s hand. He pulled it taut; matching eyes with Alastor now.

“If you bite the absolute shit out of me, I’ll put a muzzle on that pretty face of yours.” Lucifer told him.

Alastor smiled widely, exposing his teeth, salivating.

“You’re much too excited for this.” Lucifer told him. He loosened the waistband to his pants. Reaching inside, he pulled himself out, holding the large penis in his hand.

Alastor’s eyes widened; his smile growing.

“What, you didn’t think I wasn’t going to give you anything to work with?” Lucifer asked him.

Not saying anything, Alastor knelt to the floor; his eyes never leaving Lucifer.

Lucifer, the chain still in-hand, pulled him forward. Alastor, his eyes ever on the King, slowly crawled to him and then raised himself up onto his knees so that he was level with Lucifer’s waist.

Lucifer met his conduct in kind with the inside of one wrist, offering it to him openly.

“You won’t hear this when I tell you…” Lucifer was saying, as Alastor bit sharply into the skin; hot golden blood dripping from around his lips. “But, you will want to take it easy with that it’s….” Alastor started to sway drunkenly. “Potent.”

He grabbed Alastor by the base of an antler; steadying him. Gold seeped from the corners of the radio demon’s mouth. The chain encircling Alastor’s chest came loose, letting go and pulling itself into the dark.

“Even at that,” Lucifer was saying, removing Alastor’s suit jacket from his torso. “You’re more of a lightweight than I expected.” He tossed the jacket, shirt, bowtie – all to the side. His smokey skin was painted in scars; red hot chain-links branded into the canvas.

Alastor’s swaying had stopped. His clawed hands finding either side of the King’s hips. Tilting his head so that he was watching Lucifer watch him, he brought his face close to the erect penis. Using his tongue, he licked the shaft; beginning at the root and working toward the tip. Lucifer’s grip left Alastor’s antler; fingers burying and twisting into the long, soft fur between both pedicles.

Lengthening his tongue; Alastor followed the shaft back down, then allowing it to elongate even more he slithered it along the base of the engorged tissue, wrapping and coiling it firmly around the quivering cock. Small, soft barbs from his tongue pressed into the sensitive skin; sending a barrage of sensation down the stalk.

“Fuck!” Lucifer gasped at the stimulation; nearly doubling over.

Eyes still watching the King, Alastor worked his tongue so that with it wrapped firmly in place; it was pushing and pulling Lucifer into coming undone. Pre-cum flooded his taste buds and with one final pull he had Lucifer’s cock fully in his mouth.

“Ah…” Lucifer groaned, hips thrusting; his hand a tight fist in Alastor’s hair.

Alastor met his thrusts, taking the penis deep into his throat; his tongue coiling and uncoiling all throughout. He was burning again; a dull, throbbing heat aching in his own groin again. He felt the King stiffening in his mouth; felt the sharp jerking of muscle just before the release -

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Alastor jerked awake.

“Everything ok?” Followed by a sleepy yawn. “Fuck, what time is it?”

The room was pitch black; then a bedside light came on.

“Uh…I might have a small problem.” Alastor said, shifting awkwardly in the bed.

“WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL IS THAT!?” Lucifer exclaimed loudly.

“Said problem.” Alastor replied. “You, uh…want to help me with the solution or shall I work this one out myself?”

“I’ve never seen it get that big.” Lucifer was saying. “It won’t bite me will it?”

“Oh, for fuck-“

“I thought you didn’t get so…excited…about stuff with this…kind of stuff.”

“I didn’t say it NEVER happened!” Alastor snapped.

“Are you going to tell me what you were dreaming about?” Lucifer asked.