Dolly (Pt 2)

Dolly (Pt 2)

Human Alastor x Housewife!Reader

Pt 1

Tw: Murder, Forced Cannibalism, reader is described as a woman, dumbifying reader, mention of pregnancy, pregnancy.

Note: I guess I’m making this a series? I really want them to meet in hell. Also I really haven’t made it obvious bc I don’t want to erase Alastor being aroace. The way I see it, he’s kinda just toying with reader and grew obsessed once reader became a murderer.

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The morning after your delightful meal, you found yourself puking your guts out. The food did not agree with you at all. You wonder how Alastor’s body did not reject your food. Maybe it was all guilty’s conscience, but you’re not guilty for what you did.

Alastor holds your hair back, rubbing small circles on your back. “Oh my, what a way to start the morning. It makes me wonder if you’re perhaps pregnant.”

You shoot him a look, “Please do not say that, I beg of you.” No, you’re not pregnant, and Alastor knows you’re not pregnant. But if you are. . . That means you’re all to himself. You will have no choice but to depend on him even more. Even if you decided one day to leave him, you can’t. Nobody other man wants a tainted woman with children. Maybe one day he should get you pregnant.

Oh he absolutely knows that his dear wife has committed something awful and he’s proud of you, although he won’t admit it, yet. For now, he’s here to support you through the aftermath of your actions.

He could even recall his first kill, it was messy and uncoordinated, and the gore did not sit right with his stomach. But he hopes that his wife does not meddle in the business no longer. All you must do is sit pretty and be the doll you are. The sweet wife who cleans the house and cooks for him and cares for him dearly while being oblivious to the fact that your husband is out and about, killing many people.

But he’s curious. You might be just like him and the thought of that makes him want to grasp you in his hands tightly. To keep you all to himself and keep you away from anything that could take you away from him. At the same time, he wants to test you, push you further into insanity until there’s no more turning back and you’re addicted to the feeling of blood on your hands.

You’ve made a decision, you’re going to confess to Alastor. You can’t just keep him the dark about what you’ve done. “Alastor dear, so about Linda. . . I’ve. . .”

“No need to say more, mon cheri. I know.” He says, acting sympathetic towards you. He pulls you into a hug and you can’t help but burst into tears. He pats

“My dear, you’ve had such a bad morning so I believe you should go out and treat your pretty self with something,” He hums, combing your hair back.

“But-“

“I insist dear. Allow me to tend to the home and when you get back, you’ll be treated to a nice meal. How does that sound?”

Your lips pursed in thought. “Fine, but only because you insist.”

The phone rings.

“I’ll take that, mon cheri. Now I’ll allow you to get yourself all pretty and I’ll get you some money for you to spend.” He kisses your head and leaves you be.

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An outing is just what you needed, although it was not to relieve your nerves. You only felt guilt for having stained your hands with red. That matters not, anymore. Alastor says to relax and enjoy your outing and that is what you’d do.

Now that you’re out, Alastor prepares to go out. He puts his gloves, “I should prepare a freshly cooked meal for my dear wife. It’s about time I went hunting.” He hums to himself and leaves the house.

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The sound of chopping is heard through the kitchen. Chopped vegetables are put aside and Alastor is seen kneading a sort of meat. After he’s satisfied, he chops the meat and sets it aside.

“Let us see,” He says, squatting down to the body by the kitchen island. He reaches inside the abdomen, a squelch being heard as his hands move deeper. “Ah, there it is!” He says cheerfully as he cuts out the intestines.

After squeezing the contents out of the intestines, he looks up at the clock. “Oh dear me! It’s about time my dear Y/N comes home!”

It’s already 5 and he expects you to be home in about an hour.

He continues to grind away the other organs and meat before stuffing the intestines, making the sausages for the jambalaya.

After an hour has passed, you are back home. As you were about to reach for the handle, the door opened, revealing Alastor. “Welcome home mon cheri!” He greets you with a smile, pulling you in for a hug. You reciprocate and kisses his cheek. “What have you got there?” He asks, motioning to the bags.”

“Oh I’ve only bought a few dresses. Nothing out of the ordinary,” You shrug, putting the bags down.

“Then I should expect a show from you then, is that correct? Give me a little twirl in each dress?” His voice deepens as he tilts your head up to look at him.

“If that’s what my dear husband wants,” You say, almost has if you’re purring.

Alastor hums in approval and pulls your lips into a kiss. His arm around your waist, pulls you in, pressing your body against his. “Oh my pretty doll, you’ve got me all distracted.”

“And it is my fault?” She chuckles.

“Yes dear, it’s your fault for being so gorgeous, however I cannot complain about that. Come now, I’ve made jambalaya. Let us eat before it gets cold.”

You follow him immediately to the dining room. “How I love jambalaya. I’m grateful you’ve introduced me to one of your favorites.” You smile as you sat down. “You didn’t put shrimp?” You ask.

“I’ve decided to add some meat instead,” Alastor says, placing some food on your plate.

“Well anything you cook is delicious. I’ll enjoy every bite!” You beam.

The two of you continue to eat and chat. While doing the dishes, the door bell rings. “I wonder who that might be?” You say confused, not expecting any visitors.

Alastor goes to the front door and opens it with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you fine gentlemen?”

“We’re with the police, I’d just like to ask about your neighbors.” One of the officers say.

“Well of course!” Alastor remains to smile, however he is irritated, not that anyone notices.

“Who is it Alastor, dear?” You say, walking behind him. “Oh! Well hello officer!” You immediately put a bright smile. Alastor wraps an arm around your waist.

“Yes, you must be this fine gentleman’s wife. We’d just like to ask if you folks know anything about Mrs. Linda and perhaps Mr. Connor?” The officer asks.

“Connor? Well what could have possibly gone wrong?” Alastor says in confusion.

“Well officer, last night we got a call from dear Connor and just earlier before that, I believe during the afternoon, Linda paid me a small visit,” You answer.

“Is that so? Well ma’am, did she enter the home?”

“Yes she did. Just for a couple minutes though.”

“Anything in particular happened? Arguments, anything?” The officer pushes on.

“Oh of course not! Linda and I may only be acquaintances but I do not harbor such ill feelings for her.”

Alastor squeezes your waist, “You see, my dear wife is far too good for her own good. Far too oblivious to the world, but who can blame her. She’s a doll after all.”

You smile at the officers, looking very innocent.

“Why, I see why you married such a beautiful lady,” The officers chuckles. “Well did she say anything before she left?

“No sir. . . Well she did complain about how she suspects her husband to have a mistress,” You answer.

Alastor adds, “The couple do tend to have a tendency for infidelity. There’s neighborhood rumors of one of the kids not even being Connors’! It’s no surprise though. They say Linda sleeps with other men.”

You gasp, “You mean that man she was with that one day-!”

“Oh no need to worry your pretty little head about it. That is not our problem,” Alastor says.

“And the call you received from Mr. Connor?” The officer asks.

“Oh he just called to thank my dear wife for her generosity. She was kind enough to bake the family a pie. She’s a rather good cook,” Alastor answers with a smile.

“Well you see, both of the couples are missing and have left their kids unattended.”

“Oh that’s awful! Are they okay?” You ask with worry.

“They sure are. If you happen to hear anything about them, please do give a call, thanks for your time,” The officer nods and leaves.

After Alastor closes the door, you immediately broke into a sob. “They’re out to get me Alastor! They’ll get me!” You cling to him.

“My dear you won’t, I promise you they won’t. I’d do anything,” Alastor says in a hushed voice.

“I-I’m the last to have seen Linda and Connor! Now Connor is gone too! What if they think I am the one who killed him!” You cry hysterically.

“My dear, have you not seen yourself? No one would believe that a small thing like you could have possibly killed someone,” he reasons.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course dear.”

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“Must you really go, Alastor?” You plead, grabbing his hand.

“I’m afraid I cannot skip out on work today, mon cheri. But what if they get me? What if I can’t see you again?” You say with worry.

Alastor chuckles. Your clinginess used to be something that annoyed him but not finds adorable. “Remember what I said last night?”

You nod.

“So you’ll let me go right?”

You nod and let go of his hand.

“Good. Now I’ll be back later, my dear.” He kisses your forehead and walks out the door.

He in fact did not come home that night. He was found dead, a bullet to his head. You never landed on the suspect list, as Alastor was found to be the serial killer of New Orleans.

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦? 𝘔𝘦?

18+, MDNI

i was craving some human! alastor x murderer wife! smut, and this is what happened. i hope you guys enjoy~

warnings: violence, blood, smut, breeding (kinda), murder, dark themes

word ct: 2,414

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  "I'm worried for you, you know." You looked up from your cup of tea to the woman speaking. "Whatever for?" You half-laughed, sitting the porcelain down. "Well- if I'm honest, it seems as though your husband is quite.. eccentric."

The woman, Valerie, was an acquaintance from a few years prior that you'd drifted from; someone you'd never particularly liked, however it was difficult to say no when she'd showed up at your door, requesting to reconnect over a spot of tea.

                  "I beg your pardon? Please, elaborate." Your smile was now strained, and you crossed one of your legs over the other. You'd told her just a bit about your life; your darling husband, Alastor, who spent most of his time broadcasting on the radio, and how you were a happy housewife with plenty of chores- but that you didn't mind the busying. You had also made mention that you wanted children, but hadn't really tried yet.

                  "Well, I- I'm going to be honest. I tune into the radio every evening." Valerie's face had become somewhat stressed. "I listen to your husband quite often; often enough to know that, based on how late you said he returns home, he stays after for at least a few hours.." You were baffled. "What in the world are you insinuating, Valerie?" She sighed, "Look.." Valerie stretched her arm across the table and placed an unwanted hand on your forearm. "I'm sure you've heard of the recent murders." 

                   You pulled your arm away and stood, nearly knocking your cup over. You were getting angry. Valerie withdrew, but her face hardened. "Have you already thought of the possibility that your husband is the killer?" You scoffed. "Excuse me? What in the world makes you think that?" Your face was twisted in disbelieving anger. Valerie stood. "(Y/n), if Alastor is  the killer, nobody would think the person spreading the news was responsible!" 

                You twitched. "I don't know wh-" The ringing of a timer cut you off, and you regained your composure. You wiped the front of your dress before clearing your throat. "That would be the cake, I'll be back in a moment. Don't go anywhere, I'd like to finish this conversation." You turned and left the parlor room, heading towards the kitchen.

                    Despite your now calm expression, your hands were shaking with rage and your ears were ringing. You thought silently to yourself as you slipped on your oven mitts and removed the cake from the oven. The scent was lovely, which brought a small smile to your face. Alastor would love it when he returned home that evening. You sat the cake on the counter atop a folded kitchen towel, and then removed the oven mitts. Wiping your hands, you turned and returned to the parlor room. 

                    "(Y/n), dear. I hope you know I'd only say something if I was absolutely sure." Valerie's eyes seemed apologetic, and you smiled softly. "I apologize for getting so worked up. It's quite the thing to imagine, your lover being a murderer. Have- have you mentioned anything about this to anyone else?" Your eyes met Valerie's, a worried smile painting your face. "Honestly, no. My husband thinks I'm at the salon, actually- he would call me crazy for trying to figure something like this out." You let the smile fall away, and you sighed. "I'd be lying if I said the possibility hasn't crossed my mind. I-I've seen him come home with a crazed look in his eyes and I- I just.." You buried your face in your hands. "I just love him so much, I never thought that he was capable of.."

                  Your voice broke at the end of your sentence, and you hear Valerie gasp softly as she made her way to you. She wrapped her arms around you, and you returned the gesture. "I feel so deeply for you, but we have to bring this to the authorities." You sniffled into her neck as your hand reached towards the table next to you. She began to pull away. "Perhaps I'm overstepping, but maybe it's a good thing you don't have children. You really could be next." 

                Your fingers wrapped around the telephone on the table and you quickly brought your arm back, slamming it down onto the side of her head. It hit her with a sharp crack and she screamed, stumbling a bit as she brought a hand up and pressed it over the wound. You could see blood seeping between her fingers as you yanked, pulling the telephone cord out of the wall. "You-you're INSANE!" Valerie blabbered, stuttering on her words. "Insane? Me?" Valerie tried to turn and run, but you wrenched your arm back and hit her in the head again, harder this time. She stumbled more and fell, the back of her head smacking the edge of the coffee table.  

               Thick red blood seeped out of Valerie's head and onto the hardwood floor as she convulsed a bit. She let out a gargling whine, and you pulled her under you by her legs, smearing the small pool of blood around her head. You flopped down on her chest, forcing the oxygen from her body and her chest lifted off the floor as she tried to draw in a breath. "This really is unfortunate- I've already cleaned the house once today." 

              You brought the telephone down on her face, splattering blood all over your face and the front of your body. Her fingers and legs twitched as her face was quickly coated in her flowing blood, and you brought your arms back up again. Alastor's face flashed in your mind as you slammed it back down. 

              Her skull caved, crushing her face under the base of the telephone. Blood was everywhere now; coating your dress, hands, and telephone. More was splashed up onto the ceiling as you pulled the telephone out of her unrecognizable face and began to repeatedly bring it down onto her. She was, without a doubt, dead; but adrenaline shot through your body as you watched her blood pool around her.

            You were in the middle of swinging when the front door opened. "Darling, I'm home! I had a short-" Your husbands eyes locked onto yours as the telephone connected with the pile of bloody flesh and bone, and he froze. "-day." Your chest was heaving and your eyes were wild. "Hi, honey!" You grinned at him as he entered the house and closed the door behind him, locking it. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than seeing you naked, it was seeing you covered in someone else's blood.

              He walked over to you, removing his vest as you looked down, huffing and tossing the telephone to the side. More blood splatters. "I see you've had an eventful day. Who's this?" He leaned over, scooping you up into his arms. "Do you remember Valerie? She was at our wedding." You wrapped your bloody arms around your husband, who brought his face to yours in a quick, loving kiss. "Mm, I believe so. That was the one who tried to get into it with your sister, correct?" You nodded as he looked down at the body. 

             "What was she doing here?" He asked, rubbing your hip with his thumb. "She said she wanted to reconnect, so I invited her in for some tea. She got me talking and then, unbelievably, she accused you of being the NOLA murderer. Said that I'd be next. How ridiculous." You teased, using his collar to bring yourself closer to him. You peppered kisses on the side of his neck. "Absolutely preposterous." Alastor tilted his head, giving you better access to his neck as he stepped over the body and walked towards the hallway. 

              You began nipping at his flesh, teething softly before giving a decent bite. His grip on you tightened as he made it to your shared bedroom. He walked in and tossed you down on the bed. Alastor kicked his shoes off and crawled onto the bed, caging you under him. You bit your lip as you grabbed the collar of his button up and pulled him into a hungry kiss. 

               His lips danced with yours as his hands trailed down your body to the bottom of your dress. He tugged up on it and you lifted your back off of the bed, helping him remove it. The both of you broke the kiss to pull the dress off of your head. He leaned back and observed you, admiring. 

                The blood splattered on your collarbones, neck, and face had him darkly aroused; his cock had been prodding against his pants since he walked in on you atop the bloodied body. He licked his lips as he removed your bra and began to place feathery kisses on your navel. You shuddered and grabbed Alastor by the shoulders, flipping him so that he was under you. Alastor possibly would have resisted, had he been expecting it. His glasses were half-way off of his face as he looked up at you, some strands of brown hair covering parts of his face.

                You leaned down, pressing your lips against his as you began to unbutton his shirt. His hands travelled up to his face as he removed his glasses and tossed them up onto the pillows. His hands quickly moved to your waist and hip, his fingers gripping your flesh and as you finished the last button, you pulled his shirt partially open and slowly trailed your hand from his chest, down to his stomach. He groaned into the kiss as your palm rubbed against his clothed cock. 

                 You pulled away from the kiss and he opened his eyes, thankful that he could see your gorgeous, bloodstained face. Your eyes were dark, something he'd seen in himself many times, as your fingers skillfully undid his belt. His hand cupped your ass before he gave a gentle squeezed, followed by a sharp slap. You bit your lip as you brought your hips down. The tip of his cock rubbed against your smooth, clothed cunt and your rested a hand on his chest for leverage as you pulled your underwear to the side. 

                 His hand instantly found your heat, which caught you by surprise. Your eyes closed and your jaw fell slack as his fingers slipped between your folds, coating you in your own arousal. As he pulled his fingers away, you brought his cock into your hand and stroked it a few times before lining him up to your entrance. You sunk down, moaning as he filled you so perfectly; just like always. 

                 His eyes fell closed as he let out a deep, shaky breath. You sunk all the way down, gasping desperately at how deeply he filled you. You wasted no time in dragging your hips up and down, slowly at first. His hands dug into your hips as he began to fuck up into you, matching your pace. Your hips began to connect as you started bouncing harder. You began to whine, throwing your head back as you sat up more. The straighter your back was, the deeper that he hit as you brought your hips down onto his. "Fucking hell, (Y/n).." Alastor's voice was almost shaking, and you clenched around him at his words.

              "Nng- Yes, my love?" You practically moaned the word 'love', and Alastor lifted you off of him. "Wha-" You were cut off as Alastor, in one motion, moved out from under you, flipping over and shoving your chest against the mattress. You dug your nails into the covers as you felt him pull your ass into the air by your hips. You bit down onto your lip, but it was short lived as Alastor slammed his cock into you. You turned your head to the side, a moan tearing itself from you. 

                Alastor's pace was almost ungodly. You had to outstretch a hand, placing it on the headboard to prevent yourself from inching up the bed. You felt Alastor's cock smashing against your cervix, pounding into you so roughly you thought you might die from absolute pleasure. "Alastor-" You dragged his name out into a whining moan; you could feel the orgasm building up inside of you as you clenched around him. Your panties were now soaked in your fluids.

               "Hmm?" Alastor's eyes were closed; the heat of your soft, wet cunt around his cock was enough to make him crumble, he knew it'd be over if he looked down at you, face buried into the mattress, holding yourself stable while hardly keeping your composure as he fucked into you. He could feel your oncoming orgasm with the way your cunt pulsated around him and your legs shook.

                He snaked his hand around your leg and pressed his index finger against your clit. He barely had to move his finger at all.

               "Oh, fuck!" You clawed at the headboard, scratching into the wood as you screamed Alastor's name in a moan. His pace quickened, and he leaned down to your ear. "Do you want me to fill you with my seed, darling?" He grunted as you let out a series of small, whining moans as he continued fucking into your sensitive pussy. "I'll need an answer, Ma chère." He whispered into your ear, and you whimpered. "Fuck- yes, please-" Your cunt was tightening around him again as you somewhat recovered from your high. 

              He put a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pulled you up. You arched your back, gasping at the new sensation. The muscles in your stomach stretched as he fucked up into you. "Ple-please- Alastor-" 

              You writhed, trying to shove your face into the bed as you screamed out another moan. Alastor had shoved himself as deep inside of you as possible, letting out a deep, shaky moan. He leaned over, pressing his face against your back as his cock twitched and jerked, filling you with his thick, hot cum. You whimpered, your chest heaving as you panted. Alastor allowed himself to finish breeding pumping his cum into you before pulling out. He fixed his pants as you relaxed against the bed, still panting. You rolled over just as he leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

             He picked up his glasses, returning them to his now sweat-soaked face. "I'm going to run us a bath, I'll be back in a moment." You hummed in response and nuzzled into the bed. 

             You'd deal with the mess in the parlor later. 

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i was feeling a bit morbid, my bad y'all

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Alastor breeding kink + degradation, praise and dubcon when he realizes hes jealous of other people flirting with you :)

oh nonie- this is hot. It might come off heavy dubcon/slight noncon. I hope you like 🤍 thank you for the request!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧 (𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬), 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟏.𝟕𝐤

Alastor usually carries himself exceptionally well. 

He has much pride in who he is. His sophistication, politeness, aloofness... No matter the situation, he handles himself with grace- and always with a smile. He’d never let anyone see what’s behind the mask of that cheshire grin. 

There aren’t many things that set the radio demon off. He’s a refined man. A patient and observing man. He plans to strike at the best moment and always relishes in the victory. 

These are the traits that make him who he is, and the reason why he’s become so powerful.

Until you. 

It’s an easy job hosting this hotel until you walked through that door and asked to check in. 

It was curiosity at first for him. He had been intrigued of your story, your desire for redemption. He’d watch you make friends with everyone at the hotel. Your giggles would ring like the sweetest bell throughout the halls. He’d play you music as you danced, would watch you closely during the exercises Charlie put you through. You are always full of enthusiasm - and it made him sick. That sweet smile you’d flash at him made him uneasy. You naive little creature. You beautiful little thing.

He loathes it. 

This feeling was foreign to him. He had sworn that he didn’t have the capacity to have such attachments. 

Your voice was music to his ears. Your innocent face makes his chest tighten. Your body looked so fragile, to him, that it forces a primal instinct to protect you. 

“Lucifer!” You cry out, extending your arms to catch the king of hell into a tight hug. Lucifer was more than happy to pay a visit to the hotel, and by the looks of it, was very excited to see you. He takes you in his embrace and spins you around. 

The two of you chat as Alastor observes carefully. He can't help but feel annoyed, his ears twitch slightly at the sight. 

Lucifer's hand comes down to rest on your shoulder as you laugh at his joke. Alastor’s eyes narrow. You look entirely engaged in this conversation as does the king of hell. Anger bubbles in the radio demon's stomach. 

Lucifer putting his hand on you without permission makes him feel… unhinged, to say the least. His lips snarl as he watches from a distance. 

Lucifer’s eyes rake over your body. His smile is soft as he speaks, the hand on your shoulder now slides down your arm. 

Enough. He’d had enough. 

“I’d hate to interrupt this reunion, I’m sure it’s been a while since you two have caught up,” Alastor takes strong strides to the two of you, his teeth grinding as he holds his smile. “But I’m afraid I need this little one to help me with something.” 

Lucifer pauses what he was saying and looks between the two of you. “Alastor, good to see you too!” He jokes, “quite out of character for you to just barge into a conversation. I thought you were more polite than that.” Lucifer's face is deadpan, his eyes shine with annoyance. 

Alastors eye twitches, but he holds a tight smile. “I’m sure you’d understand that this little darling has work to do. She has no time for… distractions, right now. Maybe another time?” He cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing down to Lucifer.

Before Lucifer could respond, Alastor grips your arm tightly and drags you up the stairs. 

“Al..? What’s going on? What’s the rush?” Your eyes gaze up at him the best you can as he stomps through the halls painfully gripping your arm. 

Finding a closet, he swings the door open and shoves you inside. 

“I never took you as being an attention whore.” The radio demon spits at you. You cower backwards, shocked at his behavior. Sweet Alastor, always ready to lend a hand and made you laugh… is now cornering you in a broom closet. His eyes blown wide and his presence - off kilter. 

Possession flooded Alastors head in a haze. 

“You want attention so badly?” 

He stalks up to you, his body towering over yours. You shake your head, “Alastor, I don’t-”

“Do you even know what I do to protect you? I give you every ounce of my undivided attention, is it not enough?” His lips curl in a snarl, showing you his gums. His hand reaches for yours, gripping your wrist tightly. 

“You ungrateful bitch.” He seethes. “Maybe I need to teach you a lesson about not being a greedy whore.” 

He forces your hand to his aching cock. 

“On your knees you little slut.” You oblige, dropping instantly at his words. 

You blink up at him. 

“Do I need to do it for you?” His hand comes to grip the back of your head, his claws dig into your hair. He presses your face roughly against his clothed cock. “Take me out.”

He lets go of his grip, and you rush with shaky hands to free him. His cock pops out of his pants easily. The tip of his cock is flushed and beaded with precum. 

“Say ‘aah!’,” He mocks you, taking his hand to the back of your head again. You open willingly as he shoves his cock deep in your throat. 

“What a good girl!” He coos. “So she can take an order!” You gag with his girth, but he pulls you off his cock. Spit runs down in globs over your chin. 

“Again, you slut. You wanted attention, now you’re getting it.” 

You take his cock at your own pace now, your lips sucking him in hard. Your tongue dances along his shaft and he hums. You take him fully, and begin bobbing your head. 

“Atta girl, you’re doing so well.” He coos as he pets your hair gently. 

His hips meet every bob of your head. His eyes fixated on your lips with each movement. 

“Look at me while my cock is in your mouth.” He commands, a hand gripping your jaw. You flash your eyes up at him. Tears begin to form through your lashes. 

“Ah, that look on your face. You’re so flushed, it’s beautiful.” He pauses and pulls you off his cock. “Now the fun begins, my dear.”

He picks you up swifty, dragging you to your feet and shoves your roughly against the wall. You grimace with pain at his roughness. 

Through thick lashes you look at him, his face hungry but his movements swift as he lifts you and bunches up your dress over your stomach. You wrap your legs around him. His spit covered cock throbbing over your cunt. 

“No time for foreplay, my dear…” He hums as he pulls his hips back and forces his cock into your tight cunt. “I’m going to shape your little cunt to take only my cock, do you understand?” His face is so close, his eyes bore into yours. 

You nod, gasping at the sudden intrusion. You feel yourself stretch over his cock. Your mind clouds over, the feeling of being so full dulls your senses. Your core pings with ecstasy and need, but your cunt stings at the suddenness. It’s a cruel mixture. 

He pulls his hips back just to thrust himself deep again. The movement pushes you harder against the wall. You're stuck here, but it feels so fucking good. 

“See? What a perfect little angel being so good for me.” He coos as one of his arms slide across your back, his hand resting over your shoulder. With this, he pushes your body down onto his cock even more. 

His other arm slides over your leg to keep it in place. His thumb rubs gently over your skin.

“Such a sweet darling, taking my cock so well. Is this the attention you wanted? I can give you this everyday..” He whispers as he nibbles your earlobe.

You moan out his name like a mantra with each thrust. His presence completely engulfs you. You can’t think of anything but him, him, him…

“I’m going to fucking breed you.” He snarls. “Everyone will smell my scent on you. Everyone will know you belong to me.” His teeth sink into your neck as he humps into you. His body towers over yours. His cock slides so easily in and out of your cunt with your slick. Your juices slide down his shaft, making a gooey mess at the base of his cock. 

Your cunt flutters and clenches around him. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. Your body shakes as you ride out your high over his cock. Your mind is a mess, everything is glazed over and all you can smell is him. 

“Oh, my sweet darling, you couldn’t wait can you? It’s okay, that’s a lesson for another time.”

Alastor picks up his pace as your body goes limp from your orgasm. He coos into your ear, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you're taking him. How he’ll breed you so deep…

“I can’t wait to see my cum drip out of your pretty little cunt.” His pace is relentless now, fucking you harder on his cock. His hand on your shoulder slides up to grip your hair. 

“Show me that beautiful neck of yours.” His claws pull at your hair, making you expose your neck to him. His tongue laps up your sweat and he groans. 

“Everything about you is so sweet, I’m never letting you go,” he mumbles. 

The sound of skin slapping fills the closet. The clicking of your slick grows faster with his thrusts. 

“Going to fill you so deep..” He grunts with a stutter of his hips. He groans as he releases himself deep within you, and you feel it. Warm liquid bursts inside, filling you up completely. 

You both pant. Your eyelids grow heavy as he still holds you up. 

He places a soft kiss to your cheek and gently brings you back down to the floor as he pulls out. You groan at the emptiness. His hands inspect your tear filled face, then your body. 

“You did so well, my dear. I’m impressed,” He coos, lifting up your dress skirt to watch his cum seep out of your hole. 

His finger surprises you as it gently slides over your clit to your hole. His fingers curl as he shoves his cum back up inside you. 

He continues this as his eyes meet yours.

“No one touches you, you understand, my dear? You are mine.”

i don't usually share my art because i'm shy but he's been on my mind. for weeks now. going insane.

Gone Too Young = Collab

[Human & Demon!Alastor x Male BFF!Reader] - Platonic

I am SO excited to share this story with everyone! It’s like a first (successful) collab for me, very accidental start but love the progress we had! (hopefully not the end) There’s gonna be more parts to this. 

You don’t recall your parents. You knew you had them but their faces were blurry. All you remember was darkness, then there was warmth around you and voices so soft and caring that was directed at you. Your hands reached out and held something, it was warm too. Looking back, it was your small child form grabbing onto whatever affection sent your way

At the orphanage, you were one of the eldest. As a big brother, you cared for the little ones and the abandoned. You would wake up early then help set up breakfast with everyone and clean a little, after that it was school time, do a bit of helping out in town here and there for some food or penny or anything, then return home to where your brothers and sisters were waiting

It was a normal day at school where you were surrounded by friends that didn’t care about your orphaned background, friends you were grateful for. Just as they left early to grab a good spot for your lunch break, you stayed behind to help the teacher organize the homework that was handed in a messy pile

When you were done, you took your paper bag with your lunch sandwich inside and headed to your usual spot that you knew your friends were waiting for, as you saw them waving from the windows. You wanted to wave back, but your head turned in another direction to sounds of shoving and muffled hits. Your eyes widened at the sight. A group of bullies ganging up on someone smaller and weaker

“Hey!” Your serene and carefree expression turned to a scowl, taking heavy steps to the group. “What do you think you’re doing to him!?”

The bullies waved you off, threatening to hit you if you interfered. Even if you were the popular kid and liked by the teachers, you should not be sticking your neck in others’ business. Your eyes turned to the boy on the floor, even though his head was tilted down and his hair covering his eyes, you knew he was looking back at you with plead

You didn’t say anything and left the scene, ignoring how the bullies laughed and taunted the boy even more, saying that no one was going to help him. You returned quickly, this time with the disciplinary teacher next to you. You pointed at the group of bullies and told everything, coming to the boy’s aid to have him stand instead of staying on the floor

As soon as the teacher brought the group away to punish them, you brought the boy to the nurse’s office. In silence, you cared for the boy’s wounds on his exposed arms and legs. You noted him flinching with each touch and figured he wasn’t one for physical touch, so you made quick work. This scene was so familiar to you. When you were smaller, you wanted to help and got hurt then the staff would scold you while tending to your wounds, now you were caring for your little brothers and sisters in case they got hurt

“I would have helped you earlier, but it was better to get a teacher. Sorry for leaving you.” You apologized, you had noticed the newer wounds that weren’t there when you first saw him. He shook his head. Shy, you observed. You whacked your head around as you tried to remember which class and level he was from. Oh, that quiet kid at the back corner. “You’re… Alastor?”

The boy, Alastor, nodded. Before you could continued, the nurse door opened and your friends were rushing in. All asking you question after question, showing their concern to you after seeing what happened in the hallways from the outside. You reassured them you were fine, even introducing Alastor to the group

So began a wonderful friendship

To you, Alastor was like a hidden gem, he shined so brightly under the right conditions. He had a nack for speech, he was comfortable with expressing himself through art. He was even a fast running and knew all sorts of interesting facts about the forest near town because he frequents there

Everyone took a liking to Alastor just as they did you. Most would even joke that if one of you were a girl, then the two of you would be the perfect couple. You and Alastor both laughed it off, seeing it as silly

Though you did notice how Alastor was more clingy and close towards you. Sure the two of you were surrounded with friends and by now the two of you were the popular kids, but there was this unspoken close friendship that the two of you share. It was a good feeling, a form of affection that was only between the two of you

“I want to be the town mayor! Oh, or a doctor! Or a lawyer! They make so much money! When I do, I can give it all to the orphanage and get everyone a new place to live and new clothes to change too! Wait, but doctors and lawyers need to read alot… I prefer working, those are easier…” You paced around, your hands waving all over the place as you thought it over, the blank piece of paper flying around at each of your wave

Alastor chuckled, watching you with a soft smile while leaning against the tree. His own blank white sheet of paper next to him with two pens. “You can only pick the one job, silly. And you don’t have to think hard anyways, it’s just school work.”

You turned back to him, glaring down at him with a pair of narrowed eyes. “Well, I’m not wasting time thinking later! I want to help out now! Everyone takes care of me, I want to do something too.”

“But you are doing ‘something’, you’re the only kid that help out this much and not play.” Alastor noted out, rolling his eyes. He groaned as he slide down a bit, “I’m just gonna write whatever comes to mind, a hunter maybe? Or librarian? Something… I don’t know.”

When he looked up, his gaze was immediately met with yours, deep in thought. “Why not a radio host?” Alastor blinded, wondering why silently. “Did you know? You enjoy the spotlight and you strive in it. Plus your voice has this… Uhh… allure? That the right word? Yeah. Allure to it. I think you can hook anyone listening to your attention.”

It was Alastor’s turn to think as he mumbled, “A radio host. I don’t know. It’s a big deal and everyone listens to the radio.”

You sat next to him, careful to avoid getting into his comfort zone. But you don’t notice him shifting closer as you waved your hand once more while talking. “Exactly! I think you’re perfect for the job, just think Alastor, New Orleans’ new rising radio host! Loved and envy by all the enchanted listeners!” You smirked at your friend, “Has a nice ring to it, yeah?”

Alastor though it over again and shrugged, saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it anyways. Your chatting was cut short when the homeroom teacher came over the whack you both on the heads, lightly scolding you two to work on your assignments and not chat

The teacher even brought you away from Alastor to another tree so you wouldn’t interrupt him and he wouldn’t sidetrack you. You sat under your tree glaring at the piece of paper before asking the teacher if you could write a list of jobs you wanna do instead of doing just one, the teacher denied your request and firmly told you to pick one

All the while you were negotiating with the teacher, you didn’t catch Alastor giggling to himself at your childishness. He looked down at his paper and took the pen, in a neat cursive, he wrote, “Radio Host. The best in the state.”

Note: So this is labelled as collab cause ideas were joint and discussed~ Plotline and what to write has been decided, I just need to write them out in more detail.

My lovely collaborator is @blubugg13

Circe Y.

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A normal day in hell...

M/n: Are you blushing?

Vox: (blushing) I-im not! Y-you're just too close! It's m-making me claustrophobic..

M/n: What does claustrophobic mean?

Alastor: ( Pops out of nowhere) It means he's afraid of Santa Claus.

Vox: NO IT DOESN'T!

M/n: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Alastor: Stop it dear, you're scaring him!

Vox: ...