Mornings,

Mornings,

18+ MDNI

Alastor was never a good morning person - hardly sleeping at all. He found mornings quite bothersome .

You might be able to change that.

Updated!

Alastor slowly stirred awake, but something felt... off? he couldn't quite place his claw onto why...

Opening his tired eyes the ceiling slowly comes into his view, with a shuddery tired exhale he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, Alastor slowly turns his head to the side expecting to see his lover's sleeping form - a confused frown crossing over his features when it's empty.

Now that he's finally aware - burning white hot pleasure shoots up his spine as he finally registers the feeling of an intense warm wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Ngh! My doe! fuck-" Alastor stutters out, a flush now spreading over his cheeks, Alastor's hand shoots down and gathers her hair into a fist - fucking up into the warm tightness of her throat reflexively.

Letting out a surprised moan, he feels her try to relax her throat around him, biting his lip rather harshly, Alastor looks down. His eyes were locked with his lover's heated gaze - It was beautiful. She had a mix of emotions running through her eyes - slight embarrassment of being caught, excitement, and most importantly - Lust.

“Morning my love.” She moans out in response as he graciously lets her off his member to breathe, he feels one of her dainty hands trail up his upper thigh to hold onto the base of his cock, his breath hitching as he observes her leaning back down towards his throbbing excitement.

“As much as I appreciate the wake-up call, my little doe, May I ask-nh!” Alastor cuts himself off with a groan, bucking his hips at the sharp spike of pleasure caused by her talented tongue and lips. This causes his eager cock to slide back into her mouth, he sighs out her name as she begins to slowly bob her head in time with his shaky but eager thrusts. “Why are you deciding to suck me off this fine morning?” He manages to breathe out, his head falling back against his pillow with a moan.

Humming in response around his cock - he can distinctly feel her trying to smile around him. He knew she absolutely loved the way he fell apart in her hands in the mornings - as much as people thought he was: Alastor wasn’t a morning person at all, it took him a long time to fully wake up. Perfect situation for her to rile him up without facing his full wrath.

Getting slightly annoyed at the cheeky attitude. Alastor sits up abruptly, both hands now weaving their way through her soft hair, he harshly pushes her head down, forcing all of him to invade her throat, he grins in self satisfaction at the chocked noises that left her oesophagus - fresh hot tears gather in her waterline as she narrows her watery eyes up at him.

“Since you're so willing to indulge me, my dear. I hope you’ll be thorough with every inch of me.” Alastor grits out through his clenched teeth, the added warmth of her warm throat making him throb with need, he holds her there for a few more seconds before easing up on his grip and letting her pull back on her own violation.

Leaning back on one hand, Alastor regards her lazily as she coughs into the palm of her small hand, spit and pre-cum now lining her swollen lips, he almost wanted to lick them clean, but he was also curious as to how far she wanted to take this. “That wasn’t very nice, Al.” Pouting defiantly at him, she leans back down to continue.

Even though he can be a bit mean, she still had a goal in mind of making the radio demon unravel.

“Good girl…” Alastor half moans out as he watches her with hazy eyes, pleasure making its way up his spine in the form of soft strokes and delightful pets. Alastor really does enjoy the way his lover can take him without choking or complaining, even when he reaches far down her throat. But now, with pleasure starting to weigh on his patience, all he wanted to do was thrust into her hot and willing mouth. It was a challenge to keep his hips still.

“Nh” Alastor let out a heavy chuckle at the needy noises she made. This morning made more sense, she must've been incredibly needy for him. Alastor could definitely smell the 'neediness' in the room, her heady scent of desire wrapping around the room like potent perfume.

Feeling her humming around his cock snaps his attention back down to his lover, Alastor quirks a brow at the playful look that is sent his way, watching with rapt attention Alastor observed her as she gently wraps her hand around his base, she began to suction her lips around him intensely - to the best of her ability with his girth stretching her lips tightly.

Alastor's eyes almost roll to the back of his skull as she pulls her mouth back quickly, teeth lightly grazing the underside of his cock in the process. With the second withdrawal, he was shaking, and with the third, he was gasping for breath - she never made it to the fourth - Alastor's hands were now desperately clutching her hair so hard he knew it had to burn her scalp. Shoving her head all the way down to his base - Alastor lets out a staticky moan as he felt the eager twitch of his cock before he spilled down her throat with a few powerful spurts.

Looking down at her dutifully sucking his needy length Alastor simply couldn't hold back, it was only fair he returned the favor, so with the idea actioned, Alastor not so gently pinned her back onto the bed. The quilt that was covering her slipped off the bed with the force, causing rapid goosebumps to rise on her exposed flushed skin. He watched the subtle reactions with rapt attention, purring as her nipples hardened.

“You always know how to make me so impatient, don’t you, my little brat.” Quickly leaning down towards her neck, Alastor runs his sharp teeth down the column of her flushed throat, taking wicked delight in the way her body arches at the lightest of touches. “Don’t move your hands at any point, dear. Understand?” Sending her his dark look - Alastor lets her go. Knowing that she will do anything he says, he takes his time, moving down the bed all while maintaining eye contact with her.

Alastor makes himself comfortable between her thighs, her heady scent now as strong as ever. He wraps his large hands around the circumference of her thighs, loving the soft but pliable feeling of her flesh. He slowly pulls both of her legs over his shoulders, pulling her to his face, her warmth now surrounding him as the weight of her legs calms down his racing heart. Now incredibly content. Alastor leans in closer, taking a big inhale of the inviting scent, and lets out a pleased groan. He chuckles at her reaction, admiring how little he had to do to make his doe see stars.

“You always smell delectable love…” Alastor closes his eyes and slowly leans forward, pressing his tongue against her slick covered folds and begins to drag it up to circle around her clit slowly, he sometimes forgot just how exquisite she tasted.

“Al.” He hears her stutter out, his ears intently listening for her pleasure filled sighs. So he does it again. More forceful this time, tongue catching against her eager entrance and pulling it slightly, he could tell that she wouldn't last long, her hips already chasing his tongue when it left her clit.

“That’s it dear, sing for me.” With a new goal in mind Alastor presses his face against her cunt with vigor. Pressing his tongue into her as far as he can get it, twisting and rolling it against her walls to coax more of the delicious slick into his mouth.

He felt her begin to match his rhythm with her hips, grinding desperately down against his tongue - against his face. Pushing his face more into her musk, desperate for more. “Fuck Al!” She stutters out, causing Alastor to moan himself in response.

Alastor slides his hand to her front, his thumb now covering her throbbing clit, using the wide pad he begins to grind down onto the swollen nub, full-well knowing she loved it rough. The results were instant. She immediately started letting out teary cries of painful pleasure. Alastor groaned in encouragement as her slick now ran down his chin in messy shiny strands. She was getting close now.

But, Alastor wasn’t done with her yet. Pulling out his tongue he grinned in wicked amusement at her desperate cries of protest - which were short lived as he eagerly thrusted two of his slightly curled fingers into her tight heat, replacing his thumb on her throbbing clit with his lips.

“F-Fucking hell, Alastor!” She cried out, legs and toes cramping with how hard her body was tensing against him. A twisted idea of revenge crossed his mind, what his doe had done to him earlier coming back to light.

He now timed his suctions with his fingers, every time he thrusted his fingers into her spongy g-spot - he sucked against her clit as hard as he could. And just like with him, he only had to do it a few times before her shouts of ecstasy filled the room, back arching off the bed as she came onto his fingers and mouth.

Now sucking gently, Alastor lets his love ride out her orgasm until she collapses back against the mattress - a beautiful panting mess, licking his smirking lips. Alastor smugly sits up and wipes his face clean of her essence.

“Well dear, I hope your good morning activities played out to their desired outcome~"

Hello! Curiosity has been eating at me because of this ama2ing fic of yours so ;

What if it the genders were switched?

Crazy wife , soft husband duo??

Oh dear, I’m happy you enjoyed Painted Smile so much. Now, that is actually a funny thought.

Alastor as a woman would be more stressed out, I think. She wouldn’t show it, but because of her gender, men would look down on her, saying her big dreams were just for a little girl. That’s why she felt elated when she first killed a man. 

Her first kill would be her father, of course, but it would be the first time and last time she did it by knife.

Her next kill, she would poison the victims, watching as the poor fool pleaded for his life. She would feel giddy at the scene, all men were looking down on her because of her gender and when they were near death, they were pleading for their life… How pathetic, she wouldn’t let those pathetic insects dictate her life.

You would be the one holding the knife. You would be the one holding the victim's face in front of your wife and asking softly what she wanted to do. You would always try to see what was going on inside her head but she would always smile at you. You were the soft husband that a lot of women wanted to have.

Alastor wasn’t jealous, she knew you were hers and she was yours. She was proud of showing off the man that would stay by her side forever. She would say:

“ My darling husband didn’t order this my dear, could you be useful and bring him what he asks?”

“ Darling, I’m okay-”

“ Yes, you are now that they are going to bring you what you asked for.”

She did freak out when she found out she was pregnant, she didn't want a child, she really didn’t. But… that would tie you down even more to her, right…? Alright, she will keep the child, it would sleep under the carpet but she would keep it for you.

TITLE: Off Script

FANDOM: Hazbin Hotel

PAIRING: Alastor x f!Reader

TYPE: Request/Ask; One-shot

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, double p*netration, shadow tendril play, pe*ging, an*l play, handjob, "happy ending", strap-on, light oral, fingering, smut, established relationship, p in v, alastor refusing to play by the rules, alastor being a brat as per usual, RedVexi tries to write pegging for the first time

RELEASE DATE: Slutty Saturdays 💋

“Oh, good girl,” Alastor whispered, his words sending a delightful shiver down your spine and heating the tight coil in your gut.

With a sharp snap of his fingers, an inky shadow tendril appeared on the other side of the strap-on. It was long, sleek, and its girth matched...your eyes dropped to Alastor, now baring his full body to you, his cock standing upright, twitching ever so slightly every time your breath hitched from his fingers.

“Alastor, is that –?” You couldn’t finish your sentence as Alastor brought the shadow’s member to your lips, trailing the tip around them before slowly entering your mouth.

“Ah, darling,” he sighed, pushing the shadow tendril deeper and deeper into your mouth. When it met the back of your throat, your hands flew up to his shoulders, trying to steady yourself and control the garbled breaths from taking so much of it at once. “Mhm, suck harder,” he commanded quietly, his breath running ragged as he pushed and pulled the shadow's member from your mouth.

((See you this Saturday, my lovelies 💖))

Happy Father’s Day!

A little Alastor daddy insert!

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Alastor’s ears perked at the sound of little feet and he managed to crack an eye open when his bedroom open bursted open and two little fawns ran in and jumped on the bed.

”Its daddy day! Daddy day!” The excited chirps from the fawns woke you up and you sleepily chuckled as the twins climbed onto the bed with what looked to be gifts for their father.

Your little boy who was a carbon copy of his dad held up a hand written card that had a picture on it.

Your little girl, shyly held flowers from the garden and the two of them were sitting on top their father.

Alastor chuckled and nuzzled the fawns, pinching the girl’s cheeks and gentlemanly thanking her for the poorly pulled flowers.

He read the card from his son and remarked his great penmenship.

You smiled and settled against the headboard, watching your kids with Alastor.

After giving their gifts, the little ones ran to go play, leaving you with your husband.

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, causing the red demon to hum with static and gather you into his arms.

”Happy Father’s Day Al” you whispered. 

He hummed in acknowledgment “indeed my dear however…”

He pulled you so that you would straddle him and the hard on he was sporting rubbed against your soft heat.

”I think this day would be better if my wife indulged me for a bit”

You smiled, shaking your head as you grinned your hips against his.

”Sounds like another fawn in the making”

His lips curled into a wide smile as he pulled your panties to the side and slid into you, making you gasp as you sunk down onto him.

”What is a greater gift for a father than to see the mother of his children give him another?”

Alastor - [ NSFW 2 ]

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[ MDNI] + [ Breeding CNC ] + [ Extreme Themes ]

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Imagine being owned by Alastor but instead of doing his bidding or conforming to his every whim he just uses you as breeding vessel. (We know sinners can’t procreate) buttt just imagine you’re a mortal who made a deal with him while alive but instead of dragging your soul straight to hell and adding you to his collection of dammed souls after the deal is completed he just uses you to further his family line.

Forcibly breeding you through all his extreme ruts and growing more powerful each time he does and when you finally have his offspring they take on some of his abilities and inherit hybrid features but they’d be so cute and have your personality but his cunning charm too?!!

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I might write this smut fic later who knows but ughhh I just think forced breeding/slight cnc fits Alastor so well. ❤️

Dude, you could make a drunken alastor with the reader, what would it be like? And what would happen?

(( I saw a short on YouTube of an animation, I thought it was so funny... I wanted to see a fanfic about it...

If you're curious: https://youtube.com/shorts/ZN2PBs-RsVM?si=12BtCleXiCO7BWkU ))

So I basically mixed both of these asks into one fic, sorry if its not what you wanted its 3 am and I don't know what im doing kk love yall byeeee. been a while since I wrote so please be kind

Warning: Kind of yandere? tagging just in case, BAD ACCENT WRITING, kissing!, Drunk alastor

Alastor is a heavyweight when it comes to drinking, but still, his tolerance to strong alcohol is no match to the king of hell himself. The bottles that surround the both of them shine under the lights of the hotel, empty as the red eyes staring at the wall behind Husk. Which is rather concerning as the owner of said eyes is the loser of the impromptu drinking game, started by the loser himself.

Alastor has been taking big Ls tonight huh. Not only did he lose his own game with the king of hell, he’s also getting clowned on by his enemy. Speaking of, Lucifer is now gloating in front of Alastor about how ‘he’s better’ and ‘you thought you could defeat THE KING OF HELL???’, while the recipient is still mindlessly staring at the display bottles of the bar.

Concerned, you walk up to him with hesitation, not wanting to trigger the hunting instincts he has displayed every time you are around. He has always pursued you not in a romantic sense, at least you think so, but more of a predatory sense. Everytime you walk into the room, his head always snaps to your direction, the smile on his face spreading wider and the horns growing the closer you get. At first you would just ignore the ever growing static emitting from him, the fear of getting mauled and eaten by him increasing with the volume of the radio waves. 

The intimidating display of his horns always amp up too whenever the other men of the hotel try to talk to you, or just even approaching your general vicinity. The headaches that you leave with always render you unable to do anything for the rest of the day. But with how constantly he’s been threatening the whole room with his power and presence, it’s no wonder you’ve been trying to avoid him everytime you just even feel the shift of static in the air. You’d rather not be MIA just because Alastor’s radio waves make you ill.

However, when you’re with the girls, his presence becomes pleasant, the sharp noise turning into a sweet jazz song that calms your nerves. During those times, you find yourself appreciating his presence. When you talk to Charlie or Nifty, he likes to cozy up right next to you, butting into the conversation, and when either of them ask for help, he tries to include you into the task, even when you are not needed. For Vaggie though, he still does stand next to you but you guess that his face is not as pleasant as when you talk to the other girls as Vaggie always glares at him when tries to speak. Nonetheless, the girls are always treated better than the boys.

Onto the current task, you wave a hand in front of him, still hesitant as Lucifer is still trying to provoke the Radio Demon. Thankfully Charlie managed to drag him away from the bar, talking about how his father is also drunk. With the unsuccessful attempt of catching his attention, you instead call out his name. In response, his head snaps to you with a painful noise that sounds like his neck breaking.

“Are you good Alastor…?,” his stare is still there but it looks more focused compared to the past 20 minutes.

You wait for him to respond, or at least for his brain to work again. Alastor blinks slowly, his smile growing bigger as his eyes finally focus on yours. The empty gaze turns soft and sitting before you is Alastor not as the Radio Demon, but his truest most pure self. And now that you think about it, you don’t hear the faint hum of the radio coming out from him, it was pure silence. That is until he finally speaks to you.

“Hello sha…”

Your breath hitches. 

You did not expect the cajun accent that came out of his mouth, and by God was it hot. It took you longer than you wanted to respond, the sheer change of his usual accent surprising you.  And the surprise must be obvious on your face as Alastor chuckles at your bafflement. 

“Why, what’s wrong dear…?”

He speaks slowly, slurring some of his words, but the accent is still thick on his tongue.

“Nothing, it’s just… how are you? You’ve been staring at the wall ever since you lost to Lucifer.”

“Hm… Nothin’, just thinkin’.”

“Thinking about what?”

“You.”

He purrs, the half lidded stare directed at you burns your body hot. It was nearly impossible to look away from him, but luckily he moved first, perching his head onto his crossed arms, looking adorably tired.

“So uh.. You drink whiskey huh?,” you fumbled, pointing to the various bottles that surrounded him.

He nods, still burrowed in his arms. The others are starting to retreat to their rooms, waving a goodnight to the people left in the lobby, which was you, Alastor and Husk, who is now starting to clean up the bar.

“You know, I haven’t tried whiskey yet.”

Alastor raises his head to look at you, mouth slightly opened as if to display his disbelief to your lack of taste. 

“Well, surely you have to try at least once!”

Husk was only minding his business, cleaning up the bottles on the table when Alastor yanks his arm and pulls him to demand a bottle of whiskey. The cat demon's face scrunched up, and he looks at you with a ‘are you fucking for real’ face, you can only smile sheepishly back. Being given no choice, he complies to Alastors demand, grumbling about wanting to sleep but needing to still clean up after you both. Feeling pity, you volunteer to do his work and let him go to bed, he eagerly agrees and practically books it upstairs. 

The demon left with you shows off the bottle he acquired, popping off the cap with a flourish. You try to find a glass to drink out of but Alastor had another idea. He drinks out from the bottle and before you can ask him to stop, he grips the back of your head and kisses you.

Your eyes widen, freezing in your seat in shock and awe. His hand moves under your chin and his thumb trails up to hook it through your lips and pulls open your mouth. The whiskey from his mouth transfers to yours, burning as you gulp it down your throat. He finally pulled away when there was no more whiskey left to transfer.

“Well, what do you think? Do you like it?”

The dopey smile on his face is impossible to ignore, he looks so pleased yet still so hungry, but the ever so gentleman still waits for your reaction.

Honestly, you don’t know if you liked the whiskey but you really, really, really liked the kiss.

“Yeah! Yeah, I liked it.”

“That's good! I’m glad my deer also likes the stuff that I like. Haha! Here, have some more!”

He nudges the bottles to you, but since it's midnight and you’d rather not have a hangover by the morning. So you refused, and he full on pouted, pouted! And he looked so sad too, his ears flattened and everything! 

You couldn’t bear to see him that sad, even though it’s actually terrifying seeing the Radio Demon, acting like a dejected puppy. So you came up with a solution to both of your problems.

Gingerly holding his cheek, your hands carefully pull his face to yours, his gaze curious but willing. You bit your lip before kissing him lightly, unsure of whether it’s okay or not to do this to the predator that has been haunting your days. The same predator who's now reduced to putty in your hands, eagerly kissing you back with vigour. He tastes of whiskey, which was what you were finding for, and slightly of blood, maybe his meal from earlier that night.

You pull away from him when you start to lose air from the kiss, he complies, his face dazed and the blush from the kiss spreads across his face. Catching your breath, you see Alastor move closer to you, he moves his face to your neck, sniffing it deeply.

“What are you doing…?”

“I’ve been waitin’ for you to accept me for so long...You don’t understand how long I’ve longed for you sha… To become mine,” he starts to ramble, the cajun accent still thick, and only getting thicker the lower his voice gets. His hands start to roam around your body, gripping your waist tight as he pulls you close to him, he would have pulled you onto his lap if you haven’t stood your ground.

“Oh… how I wanted to rip those damned men that try to take you away from me, ‘specially that cursed sorry excuse of a father, Charlie would be soooo much better taken care of by you n’ me. Nifty already thinks of you as her parent, to which of course I wholly agree with. You’d make a perfect parent sha.”

You stay silent as his whole body is now fully leaned against you. 

“I like helpin’ you out n’ Nifty, makes me feel like a proud father n’ a good husband… Ohhhh, i’d love to be your husband.”

“Sometimes, I like to follow you around to protect you from those disgustin’ dogs tryin’ to steal you away from me.”

What the fuck is happening? You thought this man hated your guts and only wanted to fuck with you for fun, but not like this. Yeah the kiss wasn’t good either but you only wanted to do it for bragging rights, like who could say they kissed the Radio Demon?? Oooh, Vox would have your head if he knew about this, that tv head of his and his weird obsession with Alastor. 

“Would you like to be mine sha?,” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his face now planted on your chest as his face nuzzles on it, you can see movement under his coat but you ignore it in favour of looking at him.

“Well… uh…”

“Please…? Please be mine…”

He moves his face close to you again, his breath tickling your lips, tempting you to kiss him again. Your response gets stuck on the tip of your tongue, but luckily, you don’t have to respond as his body flops onto yours, his weight fully on top of you. You can hear his leveled breathing as he dozed off, cradled against your neck, a sign of him now being asleep.

Well shit. You’d have to drag this 7 foot deer up his room, and you pray that he doesn’t remember anything from tonight.