Stuff Levi Says During Sex:

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."

♡ 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.

I need some more platonic fun stuff!! So how about something silly.

I need Alastor meeting a pirate overlord reader (gender neutral if you want but i prefer male reader) Alastor and reader becoming great friends. Like reader even having pirate slang, sea shanties!! A pirate ship and everything! Obviously Reader is the captain but they fun and often times joke.

(Probably because Alastor dressed up as a pirate once)

Reader will be the father alastor never had 💀

Good evening my dear! I positively ADORE the idea of pirate reader, I wrote a drabble and some headcanons!

Hell's greatest pirate

Alastor & M! Pirate reader

Warnings: ARRRRG PIRATE NOISES, this did have two other sea shanties but I took them out because GOOD GRIEF THE EDITING.

Sea shanty

There once was an pirate that was feared across the seven seas, he struck fear into those who opposed him, he was revered by his crew, and he only perished because of the harshest of storms, and now he was feared across the seven rings of hell, with his crew of outcasted sinners and floating ship.

This Pirate was you, in all of your waterlogged pirate-y glory!

You led your crew through the skies setting course to visit an old friend of yours in Cannibal town, you breathed in the stale air as the youngest member of your crew, a young imp sat on the edge of the ship, giggling.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," she started, glancing at the ground below her.

"I smell the... the bones of an English Man!" She giggled, so you did the only acceptable thing, and you hoisted her up onto your shoulders.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum!" You spun yourself around as the child giggled, you matched her glee as you sung

"Heave, High, Ho, Hum," your right hand man, or octopus in this case, Kirby sung along.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum, from the dawning of the day," your boot stomped into the ground of the ship.

"To the drowning of the sun,"

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," The little imp giggled as she dropped from your shoulders landing in Kirby's arms.

"Salt on my tongue from the spray of the sea," you steered the ship to the side, as the harsh wind brushed against your face you grinned.

"Drunk on the sun beating down on me," you watched as some of your crew stumbled before catching themselves and adjusting.

"Bound for a treasure that's never been seen," you grabbed your flask out of your pocket and took a swig, the rum patching your thirst, not enough to make you tipsy though, wouldn't want to meet Rosie dead drunk now would you?

"Where dead men lay their bones," you tucked your flask back into your pocket as you barked a few orders for the crew to follow.

"Blood on my hands from the pull of the rope," Kirby placed the child onto the ground, grabbing onto a stray rope and tying it back to where it belonged, the child beside her watching with glee.

"No wind in our sails, So we have to row," another crew member ran past carrying a comical amount of swords.

"And it's heave, ho-" The crew member tripped over themselves, sending the swords flying.

"Or to the locker, you'll go," several other crew members moved out of the way, managing to not get stabbed and injured, at most they simply got a new tear in their clothes.

"Where dead men lay their bones,"

"Pick up the damned swords you bilge-sucking seadogs!"

"Where dead men lay their bones,"

The little Imp child ran behind you grinning and watching as the adults around her worked.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," you ruffled the hair on her head, being careful not to accidentally smack her horns.

"Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum," You adjusted your hat as you watched your crew scramble below.

"Heave, High, Ho, Hum,"

The fallen swords were cleaned up in a perfect symphony.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," You watched as they returned to their respective duties afterwards.

"From the dawning of the day," you looked upwards, catching a glance of the fool in the crows nest.

"To the drowning of the sun," an eyebrow was raised as you watched him drunkenly move around.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," You motioned for Kirby to take over steering, as you hopped down onto the deck and traveled below.

You could faintly hear the child giggle as you head into the cabin, grabbing your own ropes and the such.

"Shapes in the shadows, wanna swallow us whole,"

You could hear the stomping and walking around of your crew, all doing their due diligence.

"The roar of the Kraken, tries to pull us below," you turned around to make your way back to the top.

"So it's heave, ho, or to the locker, we'll go," you took a moment to look at the ground, you would reach Cannibal town soon.

"Where dead men lay their bones," hiding away your grin you looked up at the sailor in the crows nest, you watched as he took a swing of the bottle in his hand.

"Captain Jack throws another one back," a sailor who acted like he ran the ship all while doing nothing at all.

"He finishes a bottle," you raised an eyebrow as he threw a bottle overboard.

"While we're breakin' our backs, so it's "Aye Cap!" until we give him the sack," you kicked the wooden pillar that held the drunken sailor with such force that it caused him to stumble and fall right into your arms.

A romantic thing it'd be if it wasn't for the fate that beheld him.

"Where dead men lay their bones"

Your crew surrounded him, taking the ropes you got to tie his arms and legs together.

"What do we do with a drunken sailor?" the drunken sailor sobered up quickly as he realized what was happening.

"Don't have a longboat or a rusty razor," he was soon lifted up and brought to the side of the boat.

"Toss him in the drink, and watch him sink" what an unfortunate fate that you had just entered cannibal town, your former crew member's body becoming a meal for whichever one got their claws on him.

"Where dead men lay their bones," you grinned as you looked down, waving at some of the residents.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," you traveled back to the top where your first mate and the child stayed taking control of the ship once more as the child giggled once more.

"Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum, Heave, High, Ho, hum."

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," Kirby took the child down onto the deck as the crew began to prepare to anchor.

"From the dawning of the day, to the drowning of the sun," you steered the ship hoping to park near Rosie's emporium, not wanting to risk crushing a building like you did the last time you visited.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum,"

Your crew took down the sails, slowing down.

"Weigh, hey, and up he rises," "Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he rises"

The anchor was grabbed and hoisted above,

"Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he'll stay"

Once you were right next to Rosie's, you motioned for your crew to drop the anchor, the metal causing the sidewalk it landed upon to crack, catching the attention of two cannibal overlords that resided inside.

"Where dead men hang their bones,"

You hopped down onto the deck, taking a moment to make sure you looked decent.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum," you proceeded to run to the side of the ship.

"Heave, High, Ho, Hum, No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," and like Tarzan you took off running, leaping into the air and grabbing onto one of the ropes that hung off the side of your ship.

"From the dawning of the day," you swung around in the air, catching a glimpse of Rosie walking out of her Emporium with a deer-like sinner in tow.

"To the drowning of the sun, No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum."

"Ahoy Rosie! Ahaha!" You waved at the cannibal below, maneuvering the rope as you slid down, jumping off it once it was safe to die so, your crew cheering at the rather reckless move.

"Captain! It's been quite awhile dearie!" Rosie said as she moved in to hug you, you graciously returned the hug,

"Ay it has! I've been sailing these here skies with me swashbuckler of a crew but we're back in this side of the ring until the briney deep calls for us again!" Rosie grinned as the hug broke apart,

"You simply must tell us all about your travels, ah but first let me introduce you to Alastor!" Rosie gestured to the Radio demon beside her, to the average sinner his grin would be unnerving but to someone like you, you thought it was rather welcoming!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure!" Alastor reached a hand out for you to shake, only for you to pull him into a pirate hug, squishing the poor deer.

AND IT'S HEADCANON TIME FOLKS! OHOHO

Alastor was NOT intending on getting adopted by a Pirate, but alas you cannot escape the pirate found family.

You're practically the entire crew's dad, Alastor is probably one of your favorite children though.

First couple of times you encountered Alastor [At Rosie's] You called him a landlubber but after y'all get closer, you begin calling him "My boy!" Or "Son"

Alastor acts like he despises it but you're the dad he wishes he had when he was young.

Y'all are very Hamilton the musical, George Washington and Alexander Hamilton coded

"Son!" "Don't call me son!"

You hear a lot of stories during your travels, and therefore tended to "Scuttlebutt" with Rosie, and eventually Alastor.

When Alastor disappeared for seven years you were WORRIED,

"Has anyone seen my son? Alastor! Papa's looking for you!!!"

You somehow got ahold of his baby pictures and show them off like a proud parent, honestly same case with his most recent pictures.

Imagine getting tortured by this pirate and he just pulls out his wallet and starts talking about his kids, and one of them is the FUCKIN' RADIO DEMON??

The two of you go head to head in drinking competitions, so far y'all have tied in them.

If you get him drunk enough he'll join in with singing your sea shanties

Rosie and Kirby are NOT thrilled about having to take care of a plastered Radio host and a three sheets to the wind Pirate caption

Can't remember if Alastor being afraid of heights is canon or fanon but we're going with it rn,

Dude is PETRIFIED ON YOUR SHIP.

Doesn't show it but like, it's horrifying and it does not HELP that you keep referring to the skies as the ocean.

By the way you definitely own one of those singing fish, you gave one to Alastor.

He has it hung up somewhere and he curses at it.

You teach Alastor pirate slang meanings and it's the same case as when Rosie teaches him modern slang.

Cursed cat Alastor likes to chill out in the boat.

He does try to eat the crew at times.

Very similar case with Mimzy and Rosie with the touching, you give very.... Strong hugs.

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed this! I had fun writing it! And I'm glad that I got to sneak in my little Pirate Kirby, I haven't mentioned her in months, Hopefully I'll get the chance to play around with a Pirate reader some more but anyways Thank you for tunin' on in and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night!

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idk if ur taking requests but i thought i’d throw a concept ur way !! imagine alastor fucking u in his demon form, or rather him going into his demon form while he’s already fucking u. that thought plagues my mind everyday (luv ur writing btw !)

That Boy Is A Monster

♡ Pairing: DemonForm!Alastor x Reader

♡ Summary: Alastor loses all control

♡ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, p in v, oral, monster fucking, blood, Alastor’s demon form, masturbation, I think that's everything

♡ An: Thank you so much for the request. I had so much fun writing this. I hope you enjoy! Not proofread, possible spelling errors.

You are on your way to Alastor’s radio tower. Your feet stomping with every step, you're furious. Alastor’s has been avoiding you for the past three days and you don't know why, but you're about to find out.

He has acted normal with everyone else but you, maybe a little more snippy than normal but that's about it.

You don't bother knocking on the door, instead just swinging it Open. You were expecting to see him working on his show but instead you are met with the sight of him with his pants down, cock in hand. His jacket is off, the first three buttons of his shirt undone, his bowtie is undone, just hanging around his neck, and his sleeves are rolled up.

He doesn't notice you came in, continues to stroke his cock. You stand there shocked for a moment, and a bit embarrassed for walking in, but the feeling is quickly replaced with that of busy.

It's no secret you harbor a crush on the radio demon. You've been enchanted with him since you came to the hotel.

You continue to watch as he throws his head back, His face flushed. He curses under breath. You watch him struggle to get off.

You watch him for a few more minutes, an ache starting to build between your legs. You rub them together trying to ease it but it isn't working. You take a breath And decide you can help the both of you out.

You walk over to his chair and kneel down, he finally notices you when you touch his thigh, jumping and looking down at you with a glare on his face “what the hell are yo—”

“helping” you say as you replace his fist with your own. He relaxes slightly but is still a little tense, not too sure about what you are doing.

It was no secret Alastor hated touch unless he was the one to initiate it, even then he still wasn't fawned of it, but his cock ached so bad, rubbing it for hours it seems and nothing, the ache just getting worse and worse.

Alastor watches as you take him into your mouth, his clawed hand finding your hand and pulling it into a ponytail. He's close, he can feel it but he sees you rubbing your thighs Together and being the gentleman he is, he can't let you suffer like that. Now can he?

He pulls you up and sits you on his desk in front of him, being careful not to press any of the buttons. His Hand slid up your legs starting at your ankles till they got to your thigh where he spread them apart.

His face is in your hair. He slowly inches his hand up higher, pushing your skirt up in the process, “is this okay?” You nod your head.

Alastor feels his senses leaving his body. He knows he isn't going to be able to control himself soon. All he can think about is cumming, but if you're willing to help him then he should be willing to help you.

He drops to his knees, eyes meeting yours asking a silent question, you nod and he lean in close to your covered sex. He licks up your covered cunt and leaves open mouth kisses. You whine and he has to hold back a chuckle. He's barely touched you and you're already so needy.

He decides to stop teasing you and pulls you panties down, pocketing them, he can use those later when these “urges” arise again.

He starts slow, kitten licks, and kisses. You moan softly, but it isn't enough. He watches you and you bite your lip, face flushes.

He licks up you,flattening his tongue before focusing on your clit. He licks, kisses, and sucks until you're withering above him. You try to find a place to put your hands and he grabs them, placing them in his hair. You pull as moans fall from your lips.

He shoves his tongue in you, thrusting as his thumb takes over the work on your clit. You grab his antlers and are they bigger than normal? You can't think straight anyway so maybe you just don't remember the size of them.

Alastor is basically Making out with your cunt at this point, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere. You feel yourself reaching your peak. You look down and see Alastor’s Eyes already on you and are those radio dials? You definitely don't remember those being there before. Hell, the only time you ever see them is when he is angry. You worry for a second that you did something to anger him, trying to pull away but he grabs your hips and pulls you Flush against his face, growling as he does.

It feels so good you don't even notice his antlers are twice the size now. Or that his hands seem larger than normal, claws sharper. You get lost in the pleasure and start grinding on his face. He groans as you hump him, chasing your own pleasure. He feels his cock jump.

You cum all over his face, screaming his name as you pull on his antlers trying to stabilize yourself. Alastor stands and that's when you finally notice how much taller he is. The demon was always taller than you, by a good two feet almost, but it looks like he's grown another foot or two.

Your panting, trying to catch your breath. Alastor lines himself up at your entrance. Rubbing his cock up and down your cunt trying to lubricate it, you look down and that, that's definitely bigger, is it even going to fit?

You winse slightly at the stretch but the burn feels so good. You throw your head back and Alastor starts at a brutal pace. You feel yourself stretch even more and you look up at Alastor And notice his antlers take up almost the whole room, and he's so tall he is hunched over so he doesn’t bang his head on the ceiling. He has a crazy look in his eyes, his smile is stretched so big it's almost terrifying. Well it would be if his cock wasn't pounding into you.

He slams his hands onto the desk beside you and his claws dig in, puncturing the metal and ripping it apart. Fuck that was hot. You start moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

He bends down and you grab his antlers once again, pulling. His face is in your neck and you feel his teeth graze the skin before he sinks them into you. You moan though you don't know if it's from pain or pleasure. You feel blood run down your neck then his Tongue lapping it up. His clawed hands are on your waist, guiding your thrusts, you can feel his claws pinch the skin. You're sure your top is probably ripped.

You cum all over his cock, squeezing him and trying to milk him.

He growls and has his voice always had This much static to it? Fuck he's giving you a voice kink now.

Alastor shoots ropes and cum into you cunt, you milking him of every drop.

You both lay there, panting. Alastor pulls out and you whine at the loss of being so full. When you open your eyes to look at him again you see him going back to his normal form.

He fixes your shirk and hair and helps you stand on shaky legs. Neither of you speak, having a mutual understanding. No one can find out about this. You leave the radio tower legs still shaking. Alastor throws himself back in his chair, pulls out your panties and inhales your scent.

Two days later the hotel is under attack because Mimzy showed up with loan sharks after her. It is also the day Lucifer decided to come for a visit.

Alastors form turns into his demon one once again. Taking care of the loan sharks. Everyone is talking about how creepy he is and that they wouldn't want to run into him in that form at night, but all you can focus on is the ache building in between your legs and if you can convince him to fuck you in this form again, and maybe this time he can use those tentacles on you.