Ok But WHY Does Alastor Need To Lean Over The Desk So Seductively I LOVE IT!

Ok but WHY does Alastor need to lean over the desk so seductively 😆 I LOVE IT!

“I recall a certain somebody asking to see my tail. Or do you no longer wish to see it?”

Part 1/3 from Ch. 34 of “Of Saints and Sinners” by our lord and savior @morningstarwrites

Nurse Alastor 💉♥️🩸

Radio Booth Nuisance ~ Alastor x Reader

In which >>> You decide to break one of the Radio Demon’s rules and get punished accordingly….

Warnings: Smut, AFAB Reader, Dub-Con??

1.3k Words. Lots and Lots of Smut. Bratty Reader. I literally only write Alastor Smut…why? THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP- Enjoy!

Don't go into Alastor's studio if he's on air, it was that simple. Yet, for some reason it was exhilarating to taunt and tease him. You knew he would usually tear apart anyone who would dare interrupt him…but you decided to try it anyway.

"I'm afraid I'm busy!" You hear Alastor holler from beyond the door, the superficial kindness in his tone was obvious. He hates it when people interrupt his work. You feel an odd nervous giddiness going through yourself at the prospect of opening this door. With a sharp intake of breath, you swing open the door and close it softly behind yourself. Though behind him you can see Alastor pinch the space between his eyebrows with an annoyed smile. His chair slowly turns to face you.

"What is it you need, dear?" Alastor asks, adjusting one of the knobs on the recording equipment in front of him to quiet it. His annoyed smile was evident. “Nothing.” You giggle as you run out of the booth. With the thrill of interrupting the Radio Demon, you quickly ran as far away from his recording studio as you could, a smile plastered on your face.

After the broadcast is over, Alastor leans back in his chair and stretches, his joints popping loudly. He gets up and exits the booth, finding you leaning against the wall in the lobby, a mischievous grin on your face. "You little..." He carries off. Alastor's eyes narrow slightly as he approaches you, his hands resting on his hips. "You're smiling like a cat who got the cream." He reaches out and gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. "What are you plotting, hmm?" He looks pissed. 

“Nothing.” You say a little too quickly for your own good. Alastor definitely knew you were lying now.

​​Alastor's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "Liar." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "You know, payback's a dish best served cold. But I'm feeling quite warm right now..." He smiles, clearly planning something vile and malevolent. “And what is that supposed to mean, Mr. Radio Demon!?” You say sarcastically.

Alastor's eyes gleam with amusement as he smiles, his breath warm against your face. "It means, darling, that I've had just about enough of your teasing and interruptions." He reaches out and grabs you, pulling you into a nearby closet. The closet is dimly lit and filled with old records and props. Alastor backs you up against the wall, his hands on either side of your head. "Now, where were we?" He leans in close, his voice a low rumble. "Oh yes, payback."

​​Alastor's hands slowly trail down your sides, his touch gentle yet firm. He leans in and presses his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses and gentle nips. His hands continue to roam, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "You're playing with fire, you know," He says, his voice almost a whisper, as he leans close to your ear. His free hand reaches up to your face, tracing your jawline with his thumb before tilting your head back. "Oh, I know." You smirk. He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Alastor's hands continue to wander, caressing your chest and abs before they reach the waistband of your pants. He looks at you with a hungry expression, his eyes filled with desire. "I think it's time for some punishment, don't you?" You nod. Your heart racing with excitement and nerves. Alastor's hands quickly work to undo your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. "Good Girl." He praises, his voice low and husky. "Now, let's see how well you can take your punishment." He asserts.

Alastor smirks and unzips his own pants, freeing himself. He lifts you up and presses you against the wall, his hands gripping your thighs. He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours. "Hang on tight." He whispers.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Alastor enters you. He grins wickedly as you gasp and bury your face in his neck. "Shh, we wouldn't want anyone to hear us, now would we?" He starts to move, his hips thrusting slowly and deliberately. You cover your mouth. "Good." he praises as you stifle a moan. "Remember, the more noise you make, the longer this lasts."

Alastor's pace quickens, his breathing becoming heavier as he tries to suppress his own moans. "Alastor... please..." you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to hold back your sounds. Alastor's eyes flash with amusement as he continues to move, his thrusts becoming more powerful. "Please what?" he growls, his voice laced with desire. "Please stop? Or please keep going?"  He leans in and bites your earlobe gently.

“K-keep going.” You huff, out of breath. "Mmm, good choice." Alastor's voice is low and sultry. “But it seems as though you’ve earned yourself a new punishment...” He leans in and whispers into your ear what your punishment was. "Let's hope you can handle it.”

“What?” You ask. "You'll have to keep quiet for the rest of the night, no matter what I do to you. And if you make even the slightest sound, I'll add an extra hour to our…’quiet time’… in the morning." He punctuates his threat with a particularly deep thrust, making you gasp silently. “F-fine~.” You moan. Alastor smirks, pleased with your submission. "Excellent." He continues to move, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and precise. He reaches down and covers your mouth with his hand, silencing any sounds you might make. "Remember, not a peep." He threatens. 

Alastor's movements become faster and harder, his own self-control slipping. He bites his lip to keep from making any noise, his eyes locked onto yours. He knows you're close, and he wants to watch you fall apart silently. "Eyes on me." he growls softly. You lock eyes with Alastor, your breath hitching as you struggle to stay quiet. Your body tenses, your fingers digging into his back as you reach the brink. Alastor's hand tightens over your mouth, muffling any sounds.

Your body tenses as you reach the edge, your eyes fluttering closed. Alastor's hand tightens over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. "No, look at me." he commands, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to see you." Your eyes fly open, meeting his as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body convulses silently, your eyes welling up with tears as you try desperately to stay quiet. Alastor's hand muffles your soft moan, his body tensing as he finds his own release. Alastor buries his face in your neck, his body shuddering as he comes down from his high. He keeps his hand over your mouth, his body still inside yours. "Good girl." he praises softly, his voice ragged. "You did so well." He praises. He carefully sets you down on your unsteady feet, keeping an arm around your waist to stabilize you. He leans in and kisses you gently, his touch tender and loving. "You may speak now." He smiles softly, his eyes filled with affection. "But only if you want to."

“Alastor…I think I'm in love with you.” Alastor freezes, his eyes widening slightly. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, it's a good thing." he says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I know I’m in love with you.” Alastor's smile widens as you pull him close, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He kisses you back passionately, pouring all his love and devotion into it. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his red eyes shining. "I'm yours. Forever. For the rest of our afterlives.”

"And I’m yours.” You say. He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you close. “Let’s go to bed, my love. We have all the time in the world now." Alastor carries you to the bedroom, his heart full of joy and love. He gently lays you down on the bed, climbing in beside you and wrapping his arms around you. He holds you close, feeling your warmth and presence, and finally allows himself to relax, feeling completely content and at peace.

You're not exactly sure how it happend. One minute you were bringing Alastor a coffee while he did his radio show and the next you were on his broadcasting desk, legs thrown over His shoulders.

Your back arches as his tongue swirls around your bud, you're trying to be quiet, he's still on the air. The only thing keeping your little squeaks and moans from being heard is the commercial playing.

Your hands are in his hair pulling on the strands. His are clenching your thighs, keeping them spread open for him. You mouth falls open in a silent moan when he adds a finger, then two, and starts to fuck you with them as his tongue works magic on your cunt.

You moan his name, pulling on his hair making him moan against you. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his glasses are sitting on top of his head.

When you got the job as his assistant weeks ago you never imagined he'd have you spread out on his broadcasting desk as he recorded his show. You honestly didn't even think he likes you. All he ever did was have you bring his coffee, always keeping your encounters short and professional. Over the weeks working for him you developed a slight crush on the older man, and now one of your fantasy's is playing out.

Alastor looks up at you as he eats you like a man starved. His hand slid up your body and squeezed your tit. You feel him smirk against you as you moan.

You start grinding your hips against him, chasing your own pleasure. He moans against you as he lets you take over.

He adds a third finger, curling them just right, hitting places you never could reach on your own. The room is hot and The commercials are almost over, he has to continue his show soon.

He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, his tongue coming up and rubbing circles on your clit. He does this for a few moments before switching back. He's biting, licking, and kissing anywhere he can reach.

You're about to cum when he pulls away and shoves his hand over your mouth, silencing you. He sits up and you see him lick his lips and he presses a button and starts talking into his microphone.

It all sounds like static to you. Your so fucked out, all you can think about is cumming. He continues to talk as you feel his fingers start to thrust into you again.

Your eyes widen as you look at him. He has a smirk on his face as he counties to fuck you with his fingers and he's talking about the recent killings in town.

Before long you feel the heat of his mouth on you again. You hear another commercial, and he pulls his hand away from your mouth. He chuckles as you moan out his name.

You scream out his name as you cum all over his tongue and fingers. Crying out when he keeps going. He chuckles as you slap at his head for him to stop.

He looks up at you, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean. He helps you off the desk and fixes your clothes. He fixes his hair and glasses.

He winks at you as you walk to the door and you notice him readjusting his pants before closing The door behind you.

Day 03

Day 01

Sorry, this one is a little shorter and a day late. Something came up yesterday, and I didn't have time to post.

Code Red

Soooo I finally did the thing and wrote my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy, please let me know your thoughts!

TW: menstrual cycles, fertility issues, swearing, baby fever, blood, no smut

Alastor x reader

Shitshitshitshitshit-

You glare down at the bathroom sink, chewing on your bottom lip.

What are you going to do? What the FUCK are you going to do?! What is Alastor going to do when he finds out?

You run a hand through your hair and huff. It was late October, the end of Alastor’s rut. The last month was a blur- a whirlwind of passion, lust, and mind blowing orgasms. It was your first rut with Alastor and you were NOT prepared for the behavioral changes that overtook the usually stoic demon. For the past month Alastor smothered you in affection, barely allowing you to leave the bed. He made your meals(going as far as hand-feeding you), massaged your entire body, and whispered the sweetest words of love and devotion into your ears. He did it all for one singular, IMPOSSIBLE goal.

“You’re going to make me the strongest fawns.”

It was impossible for sinners to procreate. But Alastor’s rut-addled brain refused to acknowledge that fact. Getting you pregnant was all the man talked about since his rut began. You had just gone along with it, it was honestly sweet the way he described what raising a child with you would be like. You just had to play it cool and wait for the demon’s mind to return to normal.

But now your entire plan just got derailed, your own body turned against you at the worst time. You had gotten your period.

ALL it had to do was wait just a few more days! Alastor’s rut would be over and you could go back to life as normal. But no-this was hell after all and everything was designed with ultimate suffering in mind.

So now you had to come up with a plan. If rut-Alastor found out you were menstruating he would certainly lose his shit. There was no chance that you could avoid sex, that would immediately make him suspicious. Using a tampon was out of the question, he’d find that way too easily. Your options were limited, the only idiotic thing you could come up with was stuffing an old washcloth between your legs like some poor, medieval woman and chucking it under the bed before he could notice. As for the blood, maybe you play that off due to his relentless sex drive-

*knock knock knock*

“Darling, are you quite alright? I’m beginning to fear you may have been sucked down the pipe HAHA!”

Shit- you’re out of time. Medieval blood rag it is then. “S-sorry! I’ll be right out!”

The moment you emerged from the bathroom you were pinned to the wall; Alastor used his arms to cage you in against his chest. He bent down to bury his nose into your hair, breathing your scent in. A deep rumble vibrated through his chest sending a shiver up your spine as he began rubbing his cheeks from your chin to your temple; his scent causing your knees to shake, you had almost completely forgotten the rag you were hiding under your thin nightgown.

You stiffened when he moved to walk you back to the bed, squeezing your thighs together to keep the cloth in place. Thankfully he sat you down on the edge and moved behind you so he could rub the knots out of your back and shoulders.

“My poor doe, what has you so tense?”

“Tense? I’m not tense, why would I be tense?” Smooth. Hiding things was really never your forte.

“You really ought to work on your poker face Cher, but you’ll never be able to hide things from me regardless. Now what is it?”He stops his ministrations and grips your shoulders, angling you to the side as he looks at you over your shoulder.

You sit there gaping at him like a fish, warring with yourself over if you should just come clean. You knew what he wanted wasn’t even possible, but you still felt like you were letting him down. You didn’t want to face his disappointment at the news.

“Darling, please just tell me what’s the matter. If it’s anything within my power to fix you know I’ll do just that. Come now, this stress isn’t good for the fawn.”, Alastor replied as he rested a palm on your lower stomach making you jump up as if it burned.

“I got my period!” You unceremoniously blurted, face going tomato red.

One moment turned to two then to a dozen as you and Alastor stared at each other. You finally had to expel the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your whole body deflating.

“You…are menstruating?”, he finally broke the deafening silence.

“Yea, it just started today.” You watched as he slumped over, elbows on his knees, eyes staring down at the floor. “How…? What did I do wrong?”

Your heart shattered and you surged forward, kneeling in front of him and lifting his head in your hands so he had to look at you. “You did NOTHING wrong my love! I know you are in rut, and your brain is telling you that a child is what you want but it’s just not possible dearest. I was hoping that my period would wait until after your rut, I’m so sorry.” You pulled him fully into your embrace, one arm locked firmly around his back and the other scratching lightly at his undercut your forehead resting against his. “Even though a child is not in our future- I love you more than there are stars in a night sky.”

Alastor hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, “And I love you more than the brightest smile could convey. Apologies my dear, it seems my first rut spent with my mate altered my brain chemistry a tad more than I expected. I’m sorry if I startled you.”

You giggled and gently peppered his face in kisses, “No worries hun, it was honestly kind of sweet.” He let out a scoff “Darling, need I remind you that I am The Radio Demon? Why I hardly believe sweet is in my vocabulary!”

“Ah, there you are Al! Feeling better?” You give him a smirk before pressing your lips to his. “Much, thank you! Now, as much as I’d love to get back to my work…” he maneuvered you to sit across his lap “I suppose I can wait just a bit longer in order to show you my sincerest gratitude for your company this month.”

As if on cue- this is hell after all- the damn rag fell to the floor due to your sudden change of position. You’d forgotten you even had it! Alastor glanced down at the red-smeared cloth and then back at your mortified face with a raised brow.

“You know what? I’m not even going to dignify this with an explanation. Let me go get a proper feminine hygiene product and I’ll be right back!” Alastor chuckled but let you up. Before you made it to the door he spoke “Oh Darling? Do take your sanitary apron with you!”

You barely had time to turn around before the bloody cloth hit your chest. You childishly flipped him off, earning another chuckle, before closing the door. Next year you are so asking Charlie for birth control pills to skip your period.

"I love you, Alastor."

He had heard those words countless times before, both in life and in Hell. They always felt hollow, like faint echoes fading into the vast emptiness of his heart. They stirred nothing in him, only a slight annoyance. Love was a strange concept, distant and incomprehensible, never something he had the desire to explore. It wasn’t meant for him. In life, he had seen how love weakened men, made them foolish and dependent. In Hell, it was no different—just an illusion that led others to ruin, betrayal, and despair. He, on the other hand, had always stood on the sidelines, watching with a mix of amusement and disdain as souls fell prey to that emotion.

He had never felt the need to return those words. Why would he? Love was a slow poison, corroding from within, and he had neither the time nor the interest in experiencing such a fragile state. Watching others crumble under its weight was enough for him. He, always the calculated, always the distant, stayed in control.

But with you… it wasn’t that simple.

At first, he brushed it off. Not because he didn’t feel something, but because he wasn’t willing to acknowledge it. That unsettling knot tightening inside him whenever he saw you confused him in ways he hadn’t experienced in decades—perhaps ever. Curiosity? No, it was more than that. It was an intrusion into his mind, a weight he carried with him, refusing to let go. From the shadows, he watched you like a predator, calculated and cautious, trying to understand what it was about you that pulled him in. You moved through life, innocent, carefree, unaware of the eyes following you with an intensity even he couldn’t quite grasp.

Ninety-one years. He had spent so long in Hell, playing his part, pulling strings as others danced to his tune. He manipulated, controlled, always keeping a safe distance, emotionally fortified against everything. No one had ever touched him. No one had made him question himself. Until now.

He watched you with a tight smile, that carefully crafted mask of politeness he used to hide what he truly felt. But inside, there was a storm. What had begun as passing interest had grown into something far more complicated, something deeper, something terrifying. You had done what no one in ninety-one years had managed—you had pierced the armor that kept him immune. And he… didn’t know how to handle it.

He had tried. He tried with all his might to bury that feeling deep within him, down in that dark abyss where he stashed everything he refused to face. But you had seeped into every corner of his mind, filling the empty spaces, making indifference impossible. You had become his obsession, his weakness, and admitting that made him furious. He had never allowed himself to feel something so… human. And now, here he was, standing before you, feeling a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t control.

Those words, the ones he had heard from desperate, trembling lips so many times before, now burned inside him. "I love you." He had heard them before, hundreds, maybe thousands of times. He had always ignored them or mocked them. But now, those very words were tearing him apart.

"I love you."

His voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed in his chest like a haunting refrain. The phrase slipped from his lips without his consent, as though they had been waiting for years to be spoken. And though he maintained his usual smile, that polished mask of elegance and charm, something in his eyes betrayed the truth—the turmoil raging inside him. Vulnerability. Pain. Fear. And worst of all… need.

In that moment, he looked at you with a gaze so intense it was almost unbearable, as if by staring he could somehow make sense of everything he was feeling. But there was no logic to it. His entire existence, both on Earth and in Hell, had been a dance of control, where every move was calculated with precision. Now, he stood on the edge of a precipice, and the thought of falling terrified him.

He was afraid. Not of love itself, but of what it meant. Of the vulnerability it forced upon him. For years, he had remained detached, viewing love as a weakness, something others suffered from, never him. He was the manipulator, the one who controlled the emotions of others. But now, he found himself ensnared in his own web, exposed in a way he had never been before.

He didn’t know what to expect from you. He didn’t know if those words would change anything, if you would understand them as he now did. But one thing was certain, with a clarity so sharp it nearly tore him apart—you had become his only constant. And that thought, that terrifying, overwhelming thought, was shattering him.

Ninety-one years in Hell, and only now, looking at you, feeling you so close and yet so far, did he understand what love meant. For the first time, he had found something that could truly destroy him.

And that… terrified him more than eternity itself.