Black Coffee

Black Coffee 🔞

Ch. 9: Let’s Put On A Show, Darling! 🔞

Summary: Things heat up and you get to watch your radio beau open up his gifts.

You were awake, enjoying the gentle snores of your lover as his chest rose and fell under your hand. When finally he began to stir you watched as he blinked drowsily before closing his eyes once more. His arms tightened to bring you to rest atop him and he snuffled into the top of your head with a happy bleat. You purred at the affection you were receiving, your shadow splitting to curl around you both. Alastor’s shade popped out to snuggle into your other’s form- it would seem your tall beau might enjoy being the little spoon. You would have to bring that up sometime.

“How are you feeling, dearest?” Your question helped to rouse him further as he hummed and snuggled into you.

“Still half in dreamland, but what a wonderful place to be,” he sighed out, sleep evident in his gravelly tone.

You chuckled as you lifted yourself on your elbow to look down at him, gently scraping your claws through his hair and along his ears. One coral eye cracked open to meet yours before he closed it again and leaned into your touch with a soft smile. You hummed softly as you soaked in the sight of Alastor’s adorable display. Sweeping his fringe up, you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Clawed hands reached for you to bring you down for a kiss, your heart swelling at the groan that left his throat. Your eyes closed as his tongue asked for entrance and opened your lips for him. His claws were scratching lightly down your throat, shoulders and arms as you indulged in each other.

You moaned into the kiss and your lover turned over to cover your body with his. Your hands ran through his thick hair, down his back and arms while Alastor began trailing kisses along your jawline, licking down your throat and nipping at your shoulder. Your tail thumped against the mattress and he grabbed it in one hand, tugging gently, eliciting a soft cry of passion as your back arched into him.

Alastor growled into your skin, static radiating from his fingers as they trailed over the soft fabric of your dress. “Y/N…”

His hips pressed against you, his knee sliding between your legs, and you opened yourself for him to settle. He dragged his claws up your thighs, pushing your red dress to your waist as you whined for his touch. The way his eyes burned into you as he sliced the top of the dress open and lazily nipped at your chest, pressing his clothed erection against your clit- it drove you to madness.

“Alastor… Ahhh…” you moaned out for the demon on top of you as you ground yourself against him. “Hah… darling… I want you so badly...” Your words came soft as a whisper as you panted under your lover’s ministrations.

“Oh, my sweet Vixen. You most certainly have me,” came the low reply. His claws sliced your thin panties, running a slender finger up your wet slit before dipping into your heat. You cried out and threw your head back against the pillows, your claws extending and piercing his shoulders as you rolled against his hand. “If I still owned my soul, I would lay it at your feet. You’ve crawled under my skin, darling…”

It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on Alastor’s words as he bit into the side of your breast, glowing eyes watching you fall apart under his touch and praise. “I feel positively crazed whenever I smell you… And Satan, when that delicious spice enters the equation…” His bloody mouth is at your sensitive ear, growling low and nipping.

You moaned and wriggled in pleasure, panting at your lover’s words. If you hadn’t known Ozzie personally, you’d swear Alastor was lust incarnate. Fuck, his breath against your sensitive skin, the dark desire in those crimson eyes- everything this man did left you breathless and begging for more.

“You drive me absolutely feral, my dear,” he finished, watching your reactions as he pulled his fingers from your core to lick clean. His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned as his tongue slid between his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. Lucifer, you wanted to rip him apart. Your eyes flashed in predatory desire as you watched him enjoying your taste.

“Fuck, I want to devour you,” you moaned out at his wanton display and dragged your claws lightly down his chest, leaning up to nip at his shoulder. His eyes widened at your words, flashing black as his lips spread into a deranged smile. His neck lengthened and bent at that unnatural angle, radio dial irises fluctuating wildly.

“If my goddess wishes for a sacrifice, I shall happily lay my body at her alter.”

He was drooling at the idea, and your body pulsed with need as you growled and flipped your positions. You knew he could easily overpower you, hurt you, kill you in the blink of an eye- he was willingly submitting at your words, excitement radiating from his aura as those red dials flashed at you. In your wildest fantasies, you never imagined such a beautiful, perfect man.

You leaned down and ran your tongue over his throat, nipping at his jaw before pulling him into a searing kiss. You growled and rubbed your soaked pussy over his pants. “Remember our safe word and gesture, my little fawn?”

The high pitched keen that left Alastor’s throat was unexpected, but shot straight to your core as his hips bucked into you. You noticed him tapping the correct signal before you heard “hellcat” breathed out. You gave your beau an approving nuzzle to his crooked neck before sinking your teeth into it.

Radio static filled the room, dancing along your skin as you rutted against your lover. His blood sang on your tongue and you trailed biting kisses along his throat, shoulders, and down his arms. Your tongue lapped at his skin, taking every drop of blood offered with reverence. When you reached his chest, you scraped your teeth over a hardened nipple before pulling it into your mouth and sucking as your claws gouged lines down his stomach.

Alastor moaned and wriggled under your touch, his cheeks reddened in a lovely blush as he watched you unleash your sensuous brutality on him. His large hand settled over your womb and pressed while you ground against each other. Your hands fell to the band of his pants, your eyes meeting his before pulling them down. He helped you remove them and you rubbed your wet cunt along the sensitive skin of his erection. His breath hitched and his hips bucked up in need as he bellowed his mating call.

You grabbed his thick cock, lining yourself up and sank slowly onto him, your mouths falling open as you watched each other. You waited for Alastor to catch his breath before you circled your hips and ground into him, leaning forward to lick at his lips. He moaned as you rode him, his large hands squeezing the fat of your hips as he watched you pleasure yourself on his cock.

He snarled as you bit into his chest and ripped a piece of muscle from him, his length growing rigid inside you at the sensation. Fuck, he was so perfect- his body responded so beautifully as you took bite after bite from him, your slick heat clenching and pulling around his girth. His meat was savory, delectable on your tongue- you moaned at the flavor. Alastor whimpered as he watched you swallow him and you answered with a growl, grinding into him. ‘My perfect little mate,’ your shade purred as they slithered along your bodies, gliding their electric tongue anywhere they could against his flesh. You gave them a knowing smirk and they grinned wickedly back before slithering down behind you.

Your pride surged when Alastor’s eyes widened, a distorted, completely debauched moan pouring from his throat. Your shade was gently licking and sucking his testicles, your pussy throbbing around his cock as you ground into him. He was a beautiful bloody mess under you, and you pulled him into a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing along the other.

“You taste like sin itself, little fawn,” you groaned out, biting and sucking his bottom lip as he slammed his hips up into your heat. Large black tentacles wrapped themselves around your thighs and ass as his hands gripped your hips and began lifting and pulling you faster onto his length. You threw your head back, eyes clenching in pleasure as your hands flew up to knead and pinch at your bouncing tits.

Alastor growled loudly under you, his eyes devouring your form. His shadow wrapped around you and bit at your neck and shoulders, spreading shocks of pleasure straight to your core. You cried out at the sensation, and your walls clenched around him as you chased the building pleasure he was giving you. Your arms raised behind your head to stroke the shade’s form and they shivered against you, claws raking crimson lines down the sides of your breasts before squeezing them.

Alastor’s cock pulsed inside you as he hit that sweet spot, the cry that ripped from your throat spurring him faster and harder. He rose up and pinched a nipple between his teeth, the feeling pulling wanton groans from your lips.

“I want to fill you with my fawns…” he growled as he pounded into you. “I want to leave you boneless and leaking with my seed,

my perfect little Vixen…”

Those dialed irises were turning wildly, and you felt him pulse inside you before the sensation of his seed spurting sent your head flying back against his shade’s shoulder, a scream tearing from your throat as you came undone. You ground into him slowly and circled your hips as you rode your orgasms out together, pulling his head from your chest to crash your lips clumsily into his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you clung to each other as you came down from your high, his retracting tentacles leaving tingling trails against your skin.

You pressed yourself into him as much as you could, nuzzling just under his jaw. Those wonderful sparks of pleasure danced over your skin as his claws drug lazily along your back. Soft jazz played, your ears twitching at the contented sigh that left your lover. Your heart felt so full, your body relaxing completely atop his. You stayed there for a long while before groaning and rolling off of him to go to the bathroom, giving him a gentle kiss before walking away.

After you were done with your business and had turned on the shower, you popped your head out the door to see Alastor snuffling into the bloody sheets, stretching his limbs out happily. You smiled at the adorable display- he was just too cute! He rolled over and smiled softly at you.

“I’m going to shower- would you like to join me?” The answer was almost immediate, your buck taking one more long inhale of your mixed scent before snapping the sheets clean and rolled off the bed to join you. You loved watching him slink over to you, his eyes trailing appreciatively along the marks on your skin. His hand reached to trace one of the bites on your neck and you shivered at the touch, wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing above one of the wounds on his chest.

You took turns washing each other, gently nuzzling and kissing each wound upon your bodies, massaging scalps, ears and tails to happy bleats and yelps. You’d noticed that his tail seemed to be quite sensitive when you’d given it a playful tug- something you’d catalogued for later.

Alastor snapped your clothing fixed and clean when you realized you had nothing to wear, after offering to make you something new. You had teased him by offering to wear nothing but his coat, and he’d shot back that it wouldn’t fit over your luscious body. You scoffed and grabbed it from his coat rack, pulling the coat taut against your chest. After second guessing your decision, you buttoned two buttons at your waist and cheered in victory.

“See? I told you it would fit!”

You laughed when you saw how your beau reacted- a catcall whistle sounding as his ears drooped and he covered his mouth, a bright blush rising in his cheeks.

“I believe, my dear, that should you wish to leave this room today, it would be best for you to remove that.” He groaned as you obeyed him with a sly grin.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” You purred and booped his nose before picking up your newly fixed clothing to put on. “I’m sure you have a busy day ahead of you, Mistah Radio Demon.”

He chuckled at your antics as you dressed yourself, his smile soft. “Actually, unless an emergency pops up, I have the day completely free. Our dear Charlie is zipping up to Heaven and should return tomorrow after her meeting. It’s sure to be an utter disaster! I only wish I could bear witness!” He laughed at whatever image was playing in his mind. “To see the look on those overgrown pigeons’ faces when threatened with dirty sinners joining their ranks!”

You frowned at that; how often sweet Charlie seemed to be rejected and laughed out of the room. Almost everyone she pitched her idea to shot her down before even finishing.

“Oh come now, Vixy. Surely you don’t believe in that Redemption nonsense?”

You shook your head with a small sigh. “That’s just it, I don’t. I just feel for the poor dear. She’s fighting an uphill battle all alone. I was honestly considering offering her my service should this meeting actually prove fruitful, but I suspect her sentiment will not be shared… I suppose I just hope that one day we will no longer need to worry about exterminations. Foolish and naïve as it may be,” you finished, walking over to lean against Alastor’s sturdy frame.

His arms wrapped around you and you felt him hunch to rest his chin on your head. “We won’t always be living under such threat. I will admit though, I get such a kick out of seeing others fail.” He chuckled, and you playfully smacked his bicep.

“You big meanie! That Charlie is a total sweetie, and deserves help,” you scolded, grinning at him. “Which is what the big bad Radio Demon has been oh so kindly doing.” You flicked him on the nose and glared, receiving a laugh backed by a track.

“Oh, my dear Vixy! Why, how am I to get entertainment from a hotel that doesn’t function?” He finished drying himself off and snapped on his clothing, his cane popping into existence for him to grab. “My help is merely a distraction from the mundanity of this long afterlife! That Charlie is full of potential, so I’ve invested my time and hard work into her little project- that true passion of our guests crashing and burning will be my reward for my patience and effort!” He ended his explanation with a flourishing of his free hand and you giggled at his flamboyance.

“Hmm, and your involvement with Lucifer’s acquaintance has nothing to do with it?” You couldn’t help but fish for information- the sooner you figured out who owned Alastor’s soul, the sooner you could get it back.

Alastor frowned at that. Well, as much as one could frown while smiling. You could tell he was debating if he would be able to answer. He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. It would seem he was unable to answer. Whoever created the contract had been very thorough indeed, but that in itself answered a question you’d been pondering since you’d first heard him advertising the hotel. He was here on orders.

You gave a small sigh and cupped his cheek. “How about we start with breakfast?” He responded by loosening his smile and grabbing your hand to kiss before you left his room.

When you made it to the kitchen, you saw Angel working on making some sort of dough. He looked up at the creaking of the door and grinned slyly at you. “Business to attend to, huh?” He quirked a brow and pointedly glanced at the healing bites on your neck and chest. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

You giggled and Alastor blushed, looking anywhere but at Angel. “Aww, you’re just jealous I got laid first thing,” you countered. Microphone interference sounded and you laughed heartily at your beau, who was now covering his eyes with his ears pinned back.

“Eh, you’re right about that!” Angel laughed back and opened an arm to enfold you. “Hey, thanks again by the way. I still don’t really know how to feel about everything, but at least for right now I think I’m gonna be okay.” His eyes were soft on yours, and you smiled sweetly.

“I think you’ve more than earned your freedom. You’ve made more money than anyone for that god forsaken beast, but that is all I will say unless you just want to talk Val trash.” You winked before starting again. “Listen, Angie. I’ve come up with several ideas about what you can do going forward, if and when you’re ready to do so. Until then I will take care of any expenses you may have. We can go over how much you typically spend and we can work out a salary that will cover those expenses. I know you probably feel like hitting the ground running and trying to forget everything, but I would like you to try to take some time to heal. It is of course your choice, but I would also like to introduce you to my therapist. She has really helped me with my own past experiences. Would you like to hear the career ideas I have for you? We don’t have to worry about it just yet if you don’t feel ready.”

Angel smiled as he worked his dough and began rolling it out. “That would actually help a lot, Vix. Thanks. I was kinda worrying about what to do for work, so options will definitely help. I don’t wanna put you out for too long. Crack is expensive.”

You laughed at that and joined Alastor in front of the fridge to peruse your options. He gave you a curious glance as you grabbed out the eggs, butter and milk. “May I ask what has happened?” He directed the question to Angel, and the spider seemed to hesitate before deciding something.

“Vixy walked in on us when Val was having his fun, demonnapped him and got my soul back for me. I don’t know what she did to get it though.” Angel shrugged as if the whole ordeal was nothing to him, and it probably did feel that way right now. You couldn’t help but think of your life up top- you’d thought so little of what was done to you, yet still you’d cried so often. Hell, you still cried.

Alastor seemed at a loss for words as he stared between the two of you before deciding on something. “I’m truly sorry to hear of this. I usually love to see others suffer, but that… I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. And while I doubt Charlie would be alright supplying ‘crack’ funds, you can be assured that the hotel will take care of any other living expenses you may require if that would work for both of you.” You and Angel were both surprised at Alastor’s offer.

“That’s… surprisingly nice of you, Smiles. Thanks.” Angel lowered his eyes as they watered. “I have my moments, occasionally. Now, what are we making here, mon cœur?” Alastor directed his question to you as you began mixing different ingredients together.

“Mon cur? What’s that one mean? And I’m making a dutch baby. It’s like a giant baked pancake. We’ll sprinkle some powdered sugar and lemon juice on it once it’s done. It’s delicious!” Your exclamation made Alastor chuckle and he walked to the fridge to grab out some bacon and more eggs.

“Mon cœur- my heart,” he whispered and kissed your head as he passed by you to get to the burner and pans. You blushed at his low tone, heat rising up your body, and you’d had to zap your hair up to keep from sweating. He chuckled at your reaction; that demon made your heart flutter away, and he knew it. At least, you hoped he did.

The three of you worked on your prospective projects, with you finishing first and setting four round pans of mix into the oven before helping Alastor with the bacon while he cooked the eggs. It smelled heavenly, and you were glad you’d put in extra mix as a sleepy, bed-headed Charlie walked in with her nose in the air, followed closely by Vaggie, Pentious and Husk.

Angel finished shaping his pastries and placed them in the oven underneath the puffing cakes, moaning as he got a whiff. “You know, for a cannibal, you sure know how to make tasty smelling pancakes,” he grinned mischievously as you scoffed.

“You better watch yourself, little spider. I can easily make a meal outta you,” you teased.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, toots!” You laughed together and bumped hips, each grabbing a piece of finished bacon to munch. Angel looked up before softening and giggling. “Don’t look now, but deer daddy’s giving you them goo-goo eyes,” he stage whispered as if scandalized.

“I believe my darling is well aware of my affections by now,” Alastor chimed as he finished with the eggs and set the bowl in the microwave to wait for the rest of breakfast to cook. He stood next to you and indicated that he could take over your current task. “Allow me to finish this up. I’m sure everyone else would also like to eat some.” His tease earned a sheepish smile from both you and Angel as you pressed your arm into his affectionately and went to put some coffee on.

“Good morning everyone! Breakfast should be ready in about-“ you checked the kitchen timer. “Eight minutes.”

Everyone offered their own greeting, still half asleep. When everything was ready, Alastor snapped the table set and you sliced the dutch babies up, setting out the lemon juice and powdered sugar so everyone could have their perfect combo. You weren’t surprised when Alastor barely sprinkled any sugar on his portion- he wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets. Once everyone had their cup of coffee, the atmosphere began perking up as Charlie began wondering aloud what Heaven was going to be like.

You’d have thought Vaggie would be excited to go with her girlfriend, but she seemed quite skittish about the whole thing. You couldn’t blame her though- you certainly didn’t want to go be judged and sneered at.

Once finished you joined Angel in his bedroom to discuss his career options. You fell in love with his adorable hellpig, Fat Nuggets- the perfect name for such a perfect lil’ guy!

“So here’s what I’ve got so far, and hell, if you don’t hear anything you like, maybe it’ll at least spark some other ideas.” You conjured a piece of paper and a dictation pen before beginning your list. “First is the most simple solution: if you wish to continue to work in porn, I could act as your manager and handle any negotiations with Val, as well as keep him from interacting with you on set. I’m used to negotiating my own deals with him, so it wouldn’t be any big deal to add you to the mix. And if you’re worried that you may go back to him, you and I could make a deal so as to safeguard your soul until you feel well and truly free. I would give it back when you felt ready.”

Angel nodded and hummed as he watched the pen write down your words. You could tell he was trying to listen, but his eyes were unfocused, so you continued with your list. At least he would have it written down for when he felt ready to look it over.

“Next we have author or script writer- you’ve always been so creative, so I thought perhaps you would enjoy that. Third, we have dancer. You’ve met Ozzie, he’s a total sweetheart and would make sure nobody makes you uncomfortable. Fourth is costume designer- Velvette has always loved your outfits that you make, and I’m quite partial myself, and again, I can make sure Val is kept away from you should you choose that route. Um, let’s see, oh! Well, this one we’ll have to see how things go with the meeting in heaven, but I was considering helping Charlie with the hotel. There’s a lot we could do that could improve the odds of patrons’ redemption, if it’s actually possible. Different therapies depending on what each guest is struggling with. You could very easily run a dance group. Or we could try art, or crafting, writing exercises, etc. I think that’s everything.”

You tried to think if there was anything missing before vanishing the pen and handing the paper to Angel, who just stared blankly at the page. You reached your hand out to him, but thought better of it before clearing your throat. “I know it’s a lot to think about, but-“

Your words were cut short as Angel threw all his arms around you, his voice shaking. “You know, you’re one of the only people I’ve met who thinks I’m good for something other than sex. I… thanks, Y/N, I… Awh shit, now I’m gettin’ all stuffy,” he laughed as he sniffled over your hair. “I love you… Not in a gay way.”

You laughed and snuggled into him, letting him hold onto you as long as he needed. “I love you too, Angie.”

When he’d settled, you went over his expenses before you parted ways, telling him you’d make sure Alastor and Charlie were on the same page. Aside from the crack, makeup and some costumes, he didn’t make many purchases. Granted, free rent and food when at the hotel was definitely a plus.

You made your way to Alastor’s room and knocked gently on the door. It opened on its own for you and you walked in to see your beau reading a book by the fireplace, long legs crossed elegantly. You wondered what he would look like in drag- he was just so beautiful. Your heart skipped when he glanced up at you and smiled softly, placing a bookmark in the pages and setting it down before he rose from his chair and enfolded you in his arms. He stared down at you, warmth in his eyes.

“I have fallen hopelessly in love with you, mon cœur.” His soft confession, that look in his eyes- it set your heart ablaze.

Your tail wagged and you pressed into him, planting your heated face in his chest. He laughed at your sudden shyness, cooing and petting your hair as you rubbed your face against him. “I love you too, Al” you half whispered, your cheeks flushing as you lifted your face to look at him. Those cute ears drooped and his lips crashed into yours, his arms lifting you as he spun you around. You both laughed before settling down, rubbing noses and resting your foreheads on each other.

“I was thinking, perhaps after seeing dear Charlie off we could acquaint ourselves with those shiny new souls you’ve gifted me. If you’re in the mood for some fun.” He grinned maliciously down at you and you matched it, nodding your head excitedly. This day just kept getting better and better!

You ended up missing Charlie and Vaggie’s portal, but sent Angel off happily with Cherri and the rest of the hotel crew. You had almost forgotten about your little gift for Nifty, but handed it to her to take to her room before the group left. She was ecstatic about the new addition to her collection and thanked you by climbing your red dress and hugging your neck, before zooming off with a whoop to put it away.

Once the group had left you turned to Alastor, your smiles each turning wicked as he held his hand out to you. Shadows swallowed you both and when you blinked you were in front of a decently sized house, but what stuck out was the tall radio tower protruding from the third story roof.

“I believe you had hoped to be on my broadcast, but you wouldn’t mind too much just being a co-host this time around?”

You were fairly certain your face looked crazed at the moment, your smile going wide as your eyes sparked with predatory delight. “No, my darling, I don’t mind at all. However I would like to watch for awhile. I get to play with my monsters all the time. I may decide to join once you’ve had a bit of fun.” Your reply seemed to please him as his eyes flashed at you before his shadows brought you into the tower. The view was incredible from up here! The whole of Pentagram City spanned below you. You had never really been in this area, mostly sticking to the tech district on the other side of the pentagram.

You turned around and smiled at your beau. “It’s gorgeous up here! That view is top notch!”

Alastor chuckled at your enthusiasm, kissing your forehead before pulling the singular chair over with a tentacle and gestured for you to sit. “Would you like anything to drink or eat? I do so wish for you to enjoy the show to the fullest.” His smile was manic as the excitement built in him, and you couldn’t help the giggle it brought to your lips.

“You are so precious, my darling. A glass of rye if you would. I believe I’d like to wait and see what’s on the menu before ordering my dinner.” You gave Alastor a sharp smile, your predators eyes taking over your features.

Like the gentleman he was, Alastor bowed and kissed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours before he snapped a couple of glasses and bottle of whiskey onto his desk. He poured your glasses and you toasted before he snapped again and a green light filled the room as two souls rose from the floor.

“What the hell?”/ “Where tha fuck?”

“Greetings!” Alastor called to the two large wolves and they both turned around slowly, recognition and terror filling their gazes. You were vibrating with excitement! These were definitely the right souls; you sipped your whiskey and hummed happily as your lover took agonizingly slow steps toward his father and his mother’s former employer. They each shrank in the shadow of the radio demon.

“Well, it would seem introductions are not necessary, huh Pops? However you, Mr. Reese, we only met a couple of times.” His hand shot out and forced Mr. Reese to shake it before wiping his hand off on his coat. “Alastor’s the name! A pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!” His voice was chipper as he stared the man down. You noticed Alastor’s shadow pull away from him, grinning maliciously as their antlers grew to fill the room, the static sending shivers of delight down your spine.

“Well, darling, I believe tonight’s menu looks quite promising,” you spoke in a seductive tone. The three men turned to you, two horrified with realization, the other mad with love.

“Ah, my dear sweetheart! Pops! You know you always used to say it would take the right girl to set me straight, and boy were you right. Haha! This is Vixen, my other half! You should be proud- she’s the one who has made it possible for our reunion. I’ve got myself quite the gal!”

The fear was palpable and you licked your lips as the two wolves tried to back away. But there was no where they could run to now. Not only were you high up in the radio demon’s infamous tower, but he now owned them.

“Please, son, I’m sorry. I’ve had years to come to terms with everything that happened to us, and I’ve changed.” “Me too! I’ve changed, really! I was a bastard back in those days. I wish I could take everything back, honest!”

Their begging only made the scene more hilarious to you. You can change all you want, that doesn’t mean your victims have to forgive you.

“Why, you fellows seem nervous! Now what could you have possibly done that needed changing, hmmm?”

He was so sexy when he was striking fear in the hearts of his enemies. You watched with delighted anticipation as he stalked closer to his prey, his silhouette growing larger with each step. He’d probably heard these excuses and sorries before, at least from the beast he called father. His rage simmered under that veneer of gentility.

“I… I didn’t… I don’t… know?” / “I raped your innocent mother and had her thrown in the loony bin to get rid of my bastard. I don’t deserve forgiveness.”

Well, maybe one of them had worked to change (or was pissed pants scared), but that mattered not to you. You watched as Alastor nodded at Mr. Reese. “Very good, Mr. Reese. You seem to have genuinely reflected on your actions. You Pops, you’ve still got some reflecting to do. I think we’ll start with you.” His smile widened as his eyes began to change to black, his tall frame cracking and bending in a terrifying display. Your shadow warbled, little heart eyes staring at your monster as you crossed your legs and worked on your whiskey.

A tentacle sprouted from his back and wrapped around his father’s neck, lifting him to dangle mid air as he popped his microphone cane into existence and took the final steps to reach the man.

“Good evening, sinners! Welcome to a very special broadcast! You see dear listeners, your loyal host has picked up a couple bags of bad meat to feast on, and you know I love a good

rotted steak.”

Your demon watched with glee as his father began turning a darker shade of blue. “Allow me to introduce Louis and Herbert, two degenerate louts who enjoy hurting those weaker than themselves. Well now, I suppose I can’t judge too much, I very much enjoy my work as well. As we begin this evening, allow me to indulge you in my own music.”

He finished his introduction by wrapping one large hand around his father’s knee and crushing it, the meat squishing through his fingers as the dangling man tried (and failed) to scream. The tentacle dropped him and he fell over without both of his legs to hold himself up. He coughed and desperately tried to suck in air, tears pouring from his eyes. Oh, he definitely looked sorry now. You cupped your cheek in your hand as you enjoyed watching your beau open up his present. Your heart was bursting with demented joy at the screams produced and you sighed dreamily at the display- this was everything you could have hoped for and more. Alastor was magnificent in his violence.

“Please, stop! I’m sorry! I’m sohoho sorry, Al-“ the plea was cut off as Alastor slapped the wolf and yanked him up by his collar.

“Did you stop when she begged you to? Did you ever stop when your son begged you to? Your wife and child begged you to stop hurting them, and did you

even once deign to hear those pleas? I believe you have your answer, pup.”

Alastor raised one clawed finger to his father’s gut and looked over to you, laughing at the lovestruck joy on your face. “My darling, would you like to choose your own cut; how shall I prepare it for you?”

You smiled softly at him- always so thoughtful, your sweet love. “Would you mind cutting me a rack of ribs? Ooooh and a flank steak please! Medium rare if you don’t mind.”

Alastor’s face contorted in maniacal glee before following your request. His father wailed as he was ripped into while Herbert did his best to make himself as small as possible, vomiting when Alastor expertly cut the other wolfs back open to break the ribs out. Blood splattered across Alastor’s monstrous face and he cackled at Herbert’s trembling form as he snapped the vomit clean. Nobody wants to dine with the scent of puke in the air.

You cooed at the trembling man, rising from your seat and walking over to him to pet his hair softly. “Come now little pup, surely you’ve a stronger stomach than that. Why, for such a brute you sure are squeamish!”

Alastor had snapped and your meat disappeared, perhaps cooking somewhere. It wouldn’t surprise you in the least if he had more than one shadow under his command for multitasking. His father was no longer screaming, wide eyes staring as he silently shook and tried his best to breathe.

“I think it’s time for you to see your new home, Louis.

I do hope you enjoy your stay. I prepared it just for you.”

Alastor tapped his cane twice on his father’s head and the broken body disappeared. You’d have to ask what hell he’d created for his dear old man- you were constantly being impressed with the demons mastery of magic and cruel creativity.

“My darling, would you do me a favor and show me that bite of yours? I can see no better punishment for this little beastie. I would so enjoy witnessing your venom at work!” You gave Alastor a shining smile and nodded, looking back to Herbert before leaning down to face the terrified man. “It looks like you’re in for a rough night, my friend. Do feel free to scream for me,” you finished before rising to walk behind him. The wolf howled and tried to run from you, but you were too quick for him, sinking your fangs into the base of his neck. You gave a small dose of venom before releasing your prey to stand next to Alastor’s towering crooked frame, nuzzling against his forearm.

“I gave him a very small dose. I believe you may enjoy this process- it can take hours to melt completely.” You loved the way your demon was staring down at you, so hungry and deranged before he swept you off your feet to spin and kiss you. Your heart soared as he began leading you in a dance, Herbert’s screams your music.

“So I’m curious, darling. What hellish prison have you concocted for your special guests?” Your question earned a demonic chuckle as Alastor twirled you before pulling you back into his arms.

“It is a realm of utter suffocating darkness, filled with wind, water and razors. Of course I put a few hidden shelters in there, should they actually have the strength to go looking. Though in the dark I doubt they’ll find any good path. Most are 4 minutes under water.”

You were genuinely impressed with your lover’s creativity and skill. You laughed as you stepped in time, enjoying the feel of blood on Alastor’s gloves, the sight of him covered in gore sending thrills up your spine. He wore that crazed smile as you spun and twirled together among the mess.

When you had finished with your dancing, Alastor kissed your forehead and swept his arm toward his desk, now holding three plates of delicious sizzling meat. You could barely contain the growl of your stomach and your beau laughed, snapping an extra chair into existence and holding it out for you before seating himself. You both dug in as you watched your victim writhe and cry on the floor.

“I must say, that venom of yours is quite the trick. Why, this is the most fun I’ve had in decades!” Alastor’s words had you giddy with pleasure- your heart felt so full knowing that he was so pleased with your gift. “Thank you, my darling! I can always show you my kiss as well, however those effects can be quite boring to observe.” Your comment caused him to quirk a brow and grin slyly.

“My dear, there is not a boring bone in that gorgeous little body,” he replied in a seductive tone, his eyes glowing as he watched you. “I am curious though, is that how you acquired that vile moth?” Your wicked grin in reply was more than enough to light his eyes up.

“Indeed. In fact, it was one of the most simple negotiations I’ve ever made! You see, Val doesn’t care for much other than himself and money- I had originally gone to offer the profit of my next four films, but sweet Angel gave me the opportunity to make things a bit more… one-sided. I’ve kept Val before, under my bed for two weeks while feasting on him as punishment. All he needed was a little reminder, and I was able to kill three birds with one stone.”

He laughed at that before taking another bite of his tenderloin. “Ah, how I wish I could have witnessed such an amusement!”

You smiled around the rib you were gnawing at before cracking it with your teeth to tongue out the marrow, moaning happily at the creamy flavor. You would ask your beau to fix this again sometime- Louis was such a tasty little morsel! “Of course, my dearest! That moron is bound to mess up again, and when he does, you’ll receive my invitation to dinner.”

When Herbert was able to scream no longer, Alastor concluded his broadcast and you watched him store the wolf in his new hell. He snapped the both of you and the room clean, the dishes cleared before wrapping you in his arms, his shadows pulling you back down to the house and into the foyer.

“Would you like to stay the night? I don’t wish to monopolize your time, but I do so relish your company.” His clawed hand brushed a stray strand of hair from your face as he stared down at you. Your heart felt so content in this perfect moment, and you leaned into his hand. “I’d love to, sweetie,” you replied, and his shadows brought you to his bedroom.

He snapped you into a black satin nightgown and himself into a pair of loose striped pajama pants before you sank under the sheets with a contented sigh. He climbed in beside you, pulling you close and nuzzling the top of your head before pulling you into a soft kiss. “Goodnight, mon cœur,” he whispered softly. Your eyes softened and you rubbed your nose against his.

“Goodnight, my love.”

Stuff Levi says during sex:

"Good girl."

"Atta girl."

"Wanna repeat that for me, baby?"

"My pretty girl."

"So fucking tight."

"Oh yeah? Right here princess?"

"Fucking beg for it."

"I don't care that your legs are shaking, I am not done."

"Shhh just a little more for me."

"You like that, huh?"

"You're fucking mine got it?"

"Look at you all desperate for me."

"That's my fucking girl."

"You're taking me so well, baby."

"So pretty for me."

"Cum for me."

"Speak up, princess."

"Louder. Let them know how good I am fucking you."

"This pussy was made for me."

No 'cause, Levi would lay on his back for a moment, trying to catch his breath after rearranging your insides. He would raise up slightly, place a kiss on your head while ruffling your already tangled hair, and say, "I'm gonna take a piss."

"Levi!" you would complain, noting how he ruined the entire romantic mood.

"What? You should do it too; it prevents infections," he says, ready to walk to the bathroom naked.

"Could you be more romantic?"

"I'm preventing you from getting a UTI. That's pretty romantic if you ask me."

And you watch his perfect naked ass as he heads toward the bathroom door.

♡ I Got You ( Human!Alastor x Afab!Reader )

♡ Content Warnings: MDNI ; 18+ ; Porn without plot ; smut ; semi-public sex ; car sex ; brat taming ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; if I missed any, let me know!

♡ Author's Notes: For my darling wifeys Hazel, Mink, and Danny~! I hope I was able to deliver on the base idea 🥺 Not proofread, my brain stopped braining near the end so it's kinda rushed, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless~!

♡ Summoning: @hazelfoureyes ; @minkdelovely ; @sugoi-writes ; @fraugwinska

"Where's that- nngh! ... that attitude now, dear?"

You couldn't speak, your brain unable to even perceive the words that tumbled from Alastor's mouth as the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin filled your ears. "A- ah! Hah! Uh, oh, oh fuh-!" His hips slamming against the fat of your ass smothered any attempt to form words.

The darkness of the alley he had parked in kept your licentious activities hidden well enough from prying eyes on the bustling city street, thankfully. But the vehicle rocking back and forth from the force of his movements was a dead giveaway to anyone that lingered at the alley's edge a couple seconds too long - the moans of pleasure being torn from your heaving bosom, the pleading whimpers for him to fuck you harder a simple confirmation of what Alastor was doing to you.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, his voice laced with a smug arrogance, and suddenly you found your head being pulled back, your sweaty cheek being torn away from the sticky leather when his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked even further until you were staring at the lining of his car roof.

Eyes clenched shut from the pain in your scalp and the delicious, burning stretch of his cock ramming in and out - going deeper and deeper than any of your previous partners, reaching new places you didn't know existed with every thrust - your nails sunk into the headrest of the seat you had been pressed against, clinging desperately to something, anything tangible to keep yourself grounded.

What was he saying just now? Oh, yeah - it was something about your attitude.

"I- hah! I said- fuck, I sssaahh-!" You managed to get out in between your gasps, biting the inside of your cheek to gain some semblance of control over the mind numbingly sensations coursing through your veins. Using the front seats as leverage, you craned your neck to peer over your shoulder until you could see Alastor's face, smirking at the site before you - rounded glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, pupils dilated, cheeks dusted with a faint pinkish glow, jaw slack.

"I said, you can fuck me better than that!"

"Such foul language! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Tsk, tsk, tsk," he teased, the flowy skirt of your dress bunched at your waist, giving him a clear view of the ripples being sent through your backside. His free hand grasped one cheek, guiding your sweet, sweet cunt up and down his excruciatingly throbbing member.

"You're right, I can fuck you better. But I wonder - can you?"

Detaching his hands from your hair and ass, Alastor spread both arms across the top side of the backseat, slowing the lazy bucking of his hips until he stopped moving entirely. Groaning loudly at his goading you into movement, you didn't waste a single second - rolling your hips back and forth on his lap harshly. Gripping the edges of the front seat tightly, your grinding gradually turned into a bounce, gaining speed with every downward motion of your hips.

"Ho-hoooh fuck yes, just like that! Keep going!" Alastor breathed out, watching as your hips gained speed with every downward motion, the 'smack, smack, smack!' of skin against skin and the obscenely wet squelching of your pussy filling the air and pushing you closer to your release, threatening to throw you over the cliff's edge of absolute bliss any second now.

Clamping down on his painfully hard length, Alastor let out a delectable little whimper, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the leather seat. Raking a hand through his damp chestnut locks, the pliant walls of your heated sex wrapped around his cock provided him with some amount of relief; but it wasn't anywhere near enough.

He needed more.

"Fuck, fuck, Alastor! I'm so close!" you cried suddenly, closing your eyes tightly as both of you felt the all-too-familiar fluttering of your pussy, causing your hips to stutter - leaving you right on the cusp of glorious ectasy but holding you back from that heavenly plunge. Alastor let out a breathy laugh at your predicament, wanting nothing more than to edge you, to grab hold of your hips and hold you still until your orgasm slipped from your grasp entirely. It would undoubtedly teach you not to act like such a brat, especially in public.

Had Alastor not been dangling off the very same cliff, he would have.

"I got you, dear."

And with that, his hands returned to the plush roundness of your ass cheeks and spread them apart for a better view, helping you to regain your momentum and planting his feet into the floorboard for added leverage.

"That's it," Alastor whispered, mesmerized by the sight of your ambrosian heat swallowing his engorged cock whole, his balls slapping against your neglected clit as he bucked his hips into you from below.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Don't stop, don't stop, almost there-!" he coaxed you into the beginnings of your release, imagining the way your face would scrunch up at the first few waves to come crashing over you. Thighs trembling, toes curling, your jaw dropped into a silent scream at the overwhelming pleasure hitting you over and over and over again, each wave more intense than the last.

Alastor wasn't too far behind you, and with one final thrust he was spilling his hot cum inside you and painting your walls white with his seed. He kept still as he rode out the high that accompanied his release, his hips pressed flush against your bottom while both of you panted and gasped and tried to bring yourselves back to reality.

"Fuck... maybe I should complain about your poor choice in musicals more often."

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

Imagine spending some "quality time" with Alastor & his tentacles ♡♡♡

CW: Tentacles/Tentacle Fluid(?), Penetration, Alastor Ignoring Reader, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms

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He would be so unbothered, enjoying his evening with a book, maybe with a cup of tea on the side table that he occasionally sip from. His focus completely on the literature in front of him.

Meanwhile you sit naked on the floor between his legs, straddling one of the many tentacles he has as it fucks itself into you at a steady pace. When you try to reach to hold onto Alastor, your hand is wordlessly slapped away in denial, so you try to hold yourself steady using the floor instead.

It would take some time for you to get used to the "other limb," with its odd shape and interestingly smooth texture. When the tip begins to wiggle against your hole, you let out a hiss as your body adjusts to its size. The natural slick of Alastor's tentacle acts as a lubricant, allowing it to effortlessly press deeper inside.

Since it's nestled into you from the front of your body, it also slides perfectly right against the throbbing core between your legs. Your hips automatically jump in time with the appendage, chasing the friction of it where it drags along you.

It's hard to stay still with your body being stimulated in its most sensitive places and much harder to stay quiet. You try to maintain the silence in the room, but each thrust pulls a high pitch whine from you, even as your lips pressed together in a poor attempt to stop the noises.

"Do you mind? I'm in the middle of reading here, and in a rather good part at that." Alastor says, eyes glittering mischievously as he briefly glances at you from above his book. You whimper out a whisper of an apology, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. He continues on with his reading, ignoring the mess you've become at his feet.

At this point, you're fully humping his tentacle, your thighs burn as you attempt to fuck yourself further onto it. The appendage only allows you to take so much before it pulls back out, your hips chasing its timed thrusts. Lost in the feeling, you call out to Alastor desperately begging for your release.

Only when you accidentally fall face first into his lap does he acknowledge you. Alastor allows you to hold onto his thighs as you get used to the new position, the new angle forcing the appendage to thrust directly into that special spot deep inside of you.

Alastor watches as your body accepts the pleasure he's giving it. Your unfocused eyes shut as you approach your peak, mouth open, crying out for him. He only hums as you unravel before his eyes.

Your body jerks before it spills its essence of your orgasm messily along the appendage. Even he's quite surprised at the amount of that drips from you.

You groan as the tentacle slowly makes its way out of your hole and back through your legs. As it slides from you, your breath hitches as it brushes once again against the sensitive spot between your legs.

In a moment of curiosity, Alastor makes it come back between your legs, earning himself another gasp from you, "Nonono...cant..!" You try to pull away, but another tentacle cones to hold you still, forcing you to endure the teasing.

“Mm, have you had enough yet?" Alastor ponders as he holds his book to the side, watching you. Your gasped ‘yes’ goes unheard as the torture continues.  

As it takes its time stroking between your legs, your arousal mixes messily with its own lubricating essence, allowing it to slip easily against you. The tentacle quickly flicks back and forth against your sex, rapidly bringing you to the brink of another orgasm. 

"Give me one more..." Alastor requests softly, cradling your face in his hand. You don’t think you could deny him even if you tried. You're completely gone at this point, trembling and sobbing as another orgasm is ripped from you. 

When you come down from your high, you hear the distant sound of a voice whispering praises, while stroking your cheek. “Very good darling..Why don’t we get you cleaned up?”

hi! making a request for alastor x f!reader! maybe where alastor has a nasty jealous side and takes it out on reader????? in a good way of course 👀 just a bit of an idea!

Ooooooo! I love this idea!

Jealousy

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Jealous & Possessive Alastor, Groping, Scratching, Biting, Blood Drinking, Oral (Fem! Receiving), P in V Sex, Cervix Fucking, Creampie, Also a little fluff at the end because I couldn’t help myself

“Well, well, well, looks like someone has a death wish, touching what’s mine,” Alastor’s tone was menacing as he narrowed his eyes at the man who had just briefly brushed against you.

His scleras were turning from red to black, and you knew what that meant. He was about to murder this man. He’s always like this but it gets worse when he drinks. When another man even just glances at you, he becomes a feral animal.

“Alastor, my love, it was just an accident,” you said trying to calm your overly jealous boyfriend.

“Haha, accident? I saw the way this wretch was looking at you from across the bar and now he has the gall to dare to come near you, the Radio Demon’s lady…” Alastor’s antlers were now growing, and you knew that you had to get him out of here before things escalated further.

The man was frozen where he stood.

You took Alastor by the face, “Come on, honey, let’s go home,” you gently whispered into his big fluffy ears, “let’s go home and you can do whatever you want to me, claim me as your own.”

Alastor looked at you and grinned largely and then he turned back to the man who was shaking in his boots, “You get to live this time. But if I ever see again, I’ll fucking tear your soul apart and broadcast your misery for all of Hell to hear. Hahahaha.”

You took Alastor by the hand and led him out of the bar.

All the way back to the hotel, Alastor wouldn’t stop groping you. He squeezed your ass and your tits, and kept kissing up and down your neck. You just let him though because you preferred him like this to when he was slaughtering someone. Plus if you were being honest, it was turning you on and you could feel your panties getting soaked by the minute.

Once you got back to your room, Alastor ripped your dress off of you and pushed you onto the bed. “Tell me, my dear, who do you belong to?”

“You, Alastor. I’m all yours.”

“That’s right, very good,” he said as he cut off your bra with his claws.

He removed his gloves to get a better feel of your mounds, he massaged them with his palms. You let out a little mew.

“Heh, I guess it feels good then?”

You nodded.

“But, I know my darling. I know you prefer pain with your pleasure,” he said before lightly digging his sharp claws into the tops of your breasts over the scars from the previous times.

“Fuck! It stings so good,” you cried out.

He chuckled darkly, before dragging them down to just before your nipples as he knew you had places that you didn’t like to scratched. He pulled his claws out of your tits and watched the beautiful blood start rolling down.

“Looks delicious,” Alastor licked his lips.

He ran his tongue across your chest, lapping up your oh so yummy blood. The sweet taste of iron filled his mouth and he moan profusely. You, yourself couldn’t help but moan and groan. You bucked your hips and rubbed your clothed cunt against his pants tent.

“Could that other man make you feel this good?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No, no only you can make me feel like this, baby!”

“You’re being so good tonight, my pretty pet. Saying all the right things. Letting me have my way with you. That deserves a reward, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you could answer him, he was already kissing his way down to your belly and from there that special place between your legs. He tore off your panties with his mouth, “Look at that, so wet already, are we?”

You felt that familiar sting as he dragged his claws up your inner thighs. You threw your head back as you enjoyed every last bit of the pleasurable pain that raising through you, sending tingles up your spine. He planted a gentle kiss on your clit, knowing that it would drive you mad.

“Please, Alastor!” You begged.

“Please, what, my dear?”

“Give me oral pleasure, please!”

“Well, you did say the magic word.”

He started off with little kitten licks but that soon turned to long strokes up and down your labia. The lewd wet sounds mixed with your lovely moans filled the room.

Alastor began rubbing circles into your bud of nerves while still keeping his other hand gripped tightly on your thigh. He teased your entrance for what seemed like ages before finally shoving his long inhuman tongue into your weeping puss.

He reached it deep inside of you until he reached that spot. He started spelling the alphabet over it again and again with his tongue until you saw stars. You screamed out as toes curled and you came undone all over his face. He drank up all the juices that poured out of you.

“Tastier than venison and jambalaya combined,” he hissed.

Quickly, he removed his clothing and made you touch your knees to your chest as his forehead touched yours. He eased his thick member that was already dripping precum inside of you. Once your walls adjusted, he started pounding in and out of your cunt. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each hard thrust.

He moaned your name before kissing you passionately. Your lips moved in sync with each others, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You could still taste yourself. You could feel yourself coming undone again.

“Bite down on me, darling,” he said exposing the crook of his neck to you.

You obeyed and bit down as hard as could, the sweet taste of iron now filled your mouth.

“Ah! Fuck! It feels so good!” He huffed into your ear.

Your walls clenched down on him as you had your second orgasm. Your eyes rolled back this time and you went momentarily deaf.

His thrusts got faster as he was reaching his climax as well. Soon he went cross eyed and cried out your name as his thick seed filled you up.

Alastor collapsed on top of you. Both of you were panting and drenched in sweat. Once both you came down from your collective highs, you held him as he laid his head on your chest. You stroked his hair and his ears, he looked up at you and smiled softly. His genuine smile.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Alastor.”

You two eventually fell asleep and next morning, he already had your favorite breakfast ready for you.