Alastor The Radio Demon - Tumblr Posts

Im gnawling on the bars of my enclosure, i WILL read all of these.

Alastor List

(Hazbin Hotel)

Note: Blue is 2p Alastor.

Headcanons

Alastor X Shy Reader

Child Reader

Dream Demon Reader

Alastor X Human Reader: Arson Cat

Inkblot/Toon Reader

As Siblings

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Requested

Alastor X Chaotic Reader

Alastor and Child Reader

Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader

Alastor X Reader: Mimzy's Reaction

Alastor X Reader with ED

Alastor X Nerdy S/O

Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader: Hugs

Alastor X Human Reader

Alastor X Sweet Reader: Surprise Attacks

Alastor X Reader: The Radio and The Rockette

Love Bites

Alastor's Hands

Alastor Finding The Merch

Outlaw Alastor

Aftercare-A, A, H.

Alastor's Rut

Jealousy

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Tumblr Works

Sleep Paralysis

First Day

The Red Mist

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Requested

Power

In Your Control

Petit Lapin Blanc

Temporary Control

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One-shots

Giving Alastor Kisses

Alastor Giving Kisses

Light It Up

The Radio Demon and The Rockette

Red All Over

Little Valentine

The First💘

Making A Baby

In The Morning, part 3🌹

In The Night💕

An Adoptive Father's Day

A Scary Dream

In The Closet

Other Worldly

Drunk In Love🥂

In Mind💕

Coffee ☕

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Requested

Breaking

Promise Breaker

Again

Kareoke

Dear Friend

Serenata

Nightmare

Radio Silence

A Flame In Your Heart

The Taste of Leather

Installing the Disco Ball

Sweet Dangerous Thing

My Little Lamb

His Favorite

Loud Static

New Year Kiss(es)

Thrills And Chirps

As The World Caves In

Attempts-A,A,H

Their Favorite

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Blips-the extra little fic oneshots.

+ Merch Blip🔥

+ Delicious

Connected Series:

(H) = headcanons, (O) = oneshot,

(S) = short story

(Ss) = short story series

(H) Dream Demon Reader,(S) Sleep Paralysis, (S) In your Control, (O) Nightmare, (O) Radio Silence, +

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(H) Child Reader, (H) Alastor and Child Reader, (O) Promise Breaker, (O) Little Valentine, (O) An Adoptive Father's Day, (O) A Scary Dream, +

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(H) Alastor X Reader/ Angel X Reader, (H) Alastor X Reader: Mimzy's Reaction.

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(H) Alastor X Human Reader, (H) Alastor X Human Reader: Arson Cat, (O) Light It Up, (H) Alastor Finding The Merch, +

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(O) Sweet Dangerous Thing, (H) Alastor X Sweet Reader: Surprise Attacks, (Ss) Giving Alastor Kisses, (Ss) Alastor Giving Kisses, (O) The First, (O) In The Morning part 3🌹, (O) In The Night, +

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(O) Red All Over, (H) Inkblot/Toon Reader, +

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(H) Alastor X Shy Reader, (O) Other Worldly, +?

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WOAH??

"Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom!"

UWHWHWHS5FAUTCWOHAXOUTAXAPIYSFPUTSDPURD06R

I was asked to paint this

I brought you some Alastor and wine.

This place reeks of death.

Drawing Alastor is a lot of fun

miew

‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL’ ALASTOR

summary. you snuck out to have a proper date with Alastor. One thing led to another and the night ended with him taking your virginity. though while you enjoy the new feelings that sex arouse, consequences await you at home.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

warnings. steak eating (sorry vegans), smut, virgin!reader, agegap! you’re in your 20s while Alastor is in his 30s, blood, blood kink, overstimulation, alastor is rough, doggystyle, toxic relationship, gory depictions, dark romance, 18+ minors dni, this doesn’t have a happy ending fyi

author’s note. i’m so pissed because i had to rewrite this chapter over since my dumbass deleted the other draft, same thing happed with my Lucifer fic! but please enjoy and comment your thoughts! this hasn’t been proofread so i’ll come back to edit it a bit later x

The following evening arrived, and you found yourself standing on the grand patio, the air filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the clock struck 8 o'clock, Alastor appeared, his charismatic presence commanding the attention of the night. With a smile, he offered his arm, and you set off for a mysterious dinner that promised to reveal his world.

The drive took you away from the grand surroundings of the estate to an industrial district. The grandeur of your estate was replaced by the raw energy of the city's outskirts. Alastor led you to a warehouse, its exterior betraying no hints of the secrets held within.

You fiddled with your purse, watching Alastor unlock the doors with a rustic key and as the large doors creaked open, you stepped into an unexpected world. The interior of the warehouse was transformed into an intimate dining space, bathed in soft, warm lighting. A table adorned with flickering candles and traditional dishes awaited, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of a carefully curated meal.

"I hope you find this place to your liking," Alastor remarked, a glint of mystery in his eyes.

"It's… stunning," you replied, taking in the unexpected charm of the warehouse setting. Alastor pulls out a chair for you, placing a napkin in your lap as you eye all the food in front of you in hunger, "Did you cook all of this?"

"There's nothing like a home cooked meal, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Alastor took his seat in front of you before unfolding his silverware, "Do eat while it is still hot."

The food that laid in front of you was simple, a carefully crafted steak and a side of asparagus with a sauce that was as red as blood. You wasted no time before digging in, nearly moaning at the delicious taste. Not only was Alastor charming, but he could cook. You had mastered a few recipes in the kitchen but even you admit that your culinary skills could use some improvement.

Needlessly to say, your plate was practically licked clean as the night unfolded. Conversation flowed effortlessly and Alastor, once shrouded in enigma, gradually revealed more about himself. However, your curiosity was piqued by a glimpse into his workspace, tucked away in a corner of the warehouse.

"What do you do here?" you inquired, noting the array of microphones and recording equipment.

Alastor hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Well, my dear, this is where I craft my art."

Your eyes widened as realization dawned. "You're an artist?"

"In a way," he answered cryptically, a hint of amusement in his tone. "But more specifically, I am the voice behind the popular radio show that you might have heard."

The revelation hung in the air, and as Alastor confirmed his identity as the renowned radio show host, you couldn't help but be swept away by the unexpected turn of events.

"That's why your voice sounded so familiar – you're the voice behind the Bayou Daily!" Your hand covered your mouth in excitement, eyes sparkling. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a star."

"Hardly that, my dear," Alastor responded, waving his hand dismissively with a playful laugh. "If anything, I think I'm more of a lightning rod for controversy than a beloved figure."

"Well, controversy has its charm," you teased, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. Your fingertip gracefully traced the rim of your wine glass. "I enjoy a bit of edge and, dare I say, a different perspective. I make it a point to tune in every evening with my mother, surprisingly enough."

"A fan, then?"

"Your devoted number one," you replied, meeting his gaze with a subtle twinkle in your eyes.

Alastor's smile hinted at something more than mere hospitality, a subtle shift in the air as he leaned closer. Your imagination danced with the possibility of a scene from one of the many fairytales you read growing up, where the dashing knight was about to seal the moment with a kiss.

Yet, as anticipation filled the room, Alastor abruptly stood, shattering the romantic atmosphere. "Let me get your dishes," he declared, leaving you perplexed.

“No, no! You relax and let me clean; you did all the cooking,” you insisted, attempting to grab the wine glasses. Alastor, however, restrained you, holding your wrist with a sudden strength that made your eyes widen slightly.

“We can’t have you dirtying those delicate hands, (Y/N), allow me,” he said, taking charge of the dishes. “Please, make yourself at home; I’ll only be a moment.”

As he disappeared into the kitchen, a chill crept down your spine. Everything in your body told you that there was something else lingering in the air, something strange.

Alastor swiftly vanished into the kitchen, suppressing his maniacal laughter. The knightly facade he had expertly crafted had successfully brought down your defenses.

He had dealt with your type before, spoiled rich girls who want nothing more than to take control of their only life regardless the harm it causes to them or others. That determination would lead them down a path of self-destruction yet they willingly go anyway.

Take you for example, you were so eager to escape your gilded cage that all caution slipped from your mind. You were blinded by your perception of love that you didn't even dare to question the questionable, like how had Alastor, a radio show host, made it into a party meant for high society? How had he known where you lived? Everything you thought a coincidence was planned. Alastor had planned everything to the first encounter and to the last. He had been watching you for awhile, if anything, he was sure he knew more about you than yourself. Alastor knew your favorite tea down to the very color of brassiere you were wearing right now.

Once sheltered from life's harsh realities, you transformed into a woman eager to assert yourself in society. Despite your mother's cautionary tales of predators, you dismissed her warnings and because of that you all but fell right into Alastor's hands.

With a grin stretching from ear to ear, Alastor immersed himself in washing dishes, all the while attuned to the sound of your kitty heels echoing in the adjacent room. There was a hint of sympathy in him – he almost felt bad at how easy this was or going to be. You unwittingly paved the way for him to infiltrate your life, your trust a vulnerable thread caught in the web of his deceit.

Whether your mind harbored caution, overshadowed by the decisions of your heart, or if unbridled trust clouded your judgment, the outcome seemed inevitable. Alastor recognized that your choices were steering you toward a dangerous conclusion, one that will prove fatal.

A glint of a knife caught the light as Alastor prepared to carry out a sinister act. He fully intended on slashing your throat in one swift motion, watching as the blood sprays from your body onto his face and the floor. The thought alone made his cock undeniably harden. He wanted to feel your crimson blood on him, taste that irony taste as the life drains from your eyes. There was something so beautiful about the last moments of a human life, it was addicting to see. In Alastor's eyes he was an artist, and the human body was his canvas, their blood the paint in making a glorious masterpiece that only he was blessed to see- and he couldn't wait to make you apart of his collection.

Alastor left the kitchen with concealed malice yet you seized the moment despite your nerves, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. The warmth of your lips against his momentarily erased the darkness, leaving Alastor bewildered and conflicted in the whirlwind of his own emotions. It had been forever since someone kissed him and feverishly so. It made the sinner stunned as you pulled him closer to you.

Not only were you foolish enough to trust him. You did something worse, you fell in love with him. The pages to your story were turning wildly and Alastor realized he didn’t particularly hate this. It took him only a second to decide to kiss you back. Alastor backed you up against his desk, lifting you with ease so he could stand in between your legs, your lips never parting from one another as yqou grip onto Alastor’s shirt so harshly in the fear that this was a dream and he would disappear at any moment. Unknowingly, Alastor set the knife down behind you, his eyes flickering open while yours remained closed to it hide among his messy desk of things.

Alastor's conflicted emotions swirled within, torn between the darkness that craved destruction and an unexpected, budding feeling inside his chest. As he held you close, a sinister impulse whispered the allure of murder and the familiarity of wielding power over life. Yet, an unfamiliar warmth stirred within him, fueled by the connection that blossomed during this unexpected kiss.

The struggle between the desire to embrace his malevolent nature and the uncharted territory of love played out in the depth of his crimson eyes. The dichotomy of killing you and savoring that power battled against the newfound tenderness that made him question the nature of his own desires.

In that tumultuous moment, Alastor wrestled with the notion that perhaps taking your innocence would be a compromise, a way to bridge the gap between his sinister tendencies and the allure of an emotion he never thought he'd entertain. The clash of these conflicting emotions created an intricate dance within him, leaving his path uncertain as he grappled with the complexity of his own heart.

You pulled away suddenly to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you felt your whole body grow hot with embarrassment, "I've been wanting to do that since you picked me up in the car...I'm sorry, was that too forward?"

"One the contrary," Alastor let out a shaky breath, the sexual tension in the air so thick he was sure he might suffocate from it, "Your forwardness is most welcomed."

"Then.." You wanted to suggest something else, something more but the words seemed to have got caught in your throat. You look away, unable to meet Alastor's intense gaze.

"Then..?" He teased, making younonly shrink under his gaze even more, "We should stop here my dear, I can ruin you."

"But what if I want you to ruin me?" You found your confidence then, "I am not so innocent as you may think Alastor, I-I have read books, seen picture, I even have.." you trailed off, already revealing too much.

"Touched yourself?" Alastor finished your words for you with a knowing smirk. His long slender fingers moved your thighs, making the dress you wore bunch around your waist as he teasingly tugged on your black garter, "Oh, darling, you have no idea what you're asking."

"I do."

"Do you?"

"Don't tease me Alastor," You huffed, taking it upon yourself to pull your dress off over your head, revealing your black undergarments beneath, "I'm not a child."

"Then show me," Alastor had to restrain himself from punching onto you right then and then and there. He let his fingers explore further until he cupped your clothed cunt into the palm of his hand, making you let out a gasp. His fingers slipped past your underwear, coming into direct contact with your wet slit before he moved his thumb in circles directly onto your clit.

Your lips parted, letting out a quiet moan as he entered a single finger inside you. his piercing gaze never left your face as he watched your facial expression. You shut your eyes tight at the sudden intrusion, trying to relax your body as you felt Alastor's finger another work into you, your tightness making him groan at the feeling of your clenching around his fingers, "Alastor.."

A few moments pass with the uncomfortable feeling before Alastor gets onto his knees in front of you after taking his fingers out of you, a devilish look in his eyes that made you sure that he was going to devour you right then and there without restraint, "How about I taste you (Y/N)? Hm?"

You swallowed thickly with a nod, meeting his lustful gaze with your own as you watch him situate his head between your legs, pushing your thighs up into your chest so he could get a clear view of your cunt that was aching for some sort of attention.

"Oh mon chére," Alastor lets out a low groan, his eyes never leaving the sight of your glistening folds and your hole that was fluttering around nothing, "So, so beautiful."

Without warning, he dives in between your parted legs to lap up your leaking arousal with his tongue, making you buck up into his mouth in hope of getting more of that feeling, "A-Alastor!"

He chuckles against your folds, latching his mouth onto your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"Oh my...fuck." You tangle your fingers into his hair, biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the new found pleasure.

You could practically feel Alastor smirking against you, a low groan coming from his throat as he takes in the sight of your trembling form. He tightened his grip on your thighs, holding them in place as you tried to close your legs due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. Alastor made sure to slurp up everything you gave him, the lewd sound bouncing off the walls of the warehouse making you feel flustered.

Alastor bites down on your inner thigh, looking up at you with a smile, "How does that feel (Y/N)?"

You nod with a whine, desperate to feel his tongue on you again, "S'good Alastor...please.."

"There you go," He continue to move his tongue around expertly, giving attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves so he could drive you closer and closer to the edge, "Give in to that pleasure."

At the simple command, your sent spiraling through an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your toes curled and your legs trembled as you moan out Alastor's name in ecstasy. The lewd sounds of slurping and spitting make your whole body shake as you come down from that euphoric state.

“Jesus,” You say breathlessly. Alastor enjoyed the sight of your body reacting to such a way and he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when his cock was ready to burst through the seams. He grabbed a hole of your hand, forcing your hands to slip pad there waistband of his pants and feel his hard cock. You look up at Alastor in slight awe, amazed that a man’s genital could be so warm and feel so firm, “Oh..y-you’re—”

“Hard, yes,” Alastor groans at the feeling of you slowly pumping his shaft out of mere curiosity, “I need to have you.”

“Then take me,” Your words were the consent he needed because before you knew it you were flipped over, your breast pressing against the harsh surface of Alastor’s desk.

The radio host dug his nails into your hips as his swollen tip that licked with pre cum brushed against your slick entrance. Alastor brought his hips back only to snap them forward, he entered you painfully slow, and you swore you felt something rip. The pain you expected to feel was an understatement as if felt as if you were splitting into two.

“Ah! Alastor..wait—!” The man above you only groaned at the feeling of your tight velvety walls clenching around his tip, “It hurts..!”

“And I’m not even half way in, sweetheart.” You shudder at the feeling of his breath in your neck, his teeth biting down on your neck so harshly that you were sure it was going to leave a mark come morning.

And as he continued to push himself deeper, and deeper, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of the thin trail of blood that slid down his length, showcasing the loss of your virginity. He relished in the sounds of your whimpers of pain, it would be no time before he turned you into a masochist— he would make you, force you to like the pain so much that you’d have to find nothing but pleasure within it to keep you sane.

He wanted to break you, and once he did there was no going back. You’d be his forever, whether you liked it or not.

Eventually, that pain turned into pleasure for you, the l need for him just fuck you right there on the desk. Soft moans escape past your lips, Alastor’s name and incoherent sentences falling from your tongue as he began thrusted into you roughly. The entire desk shook, your fingernails grip the table so harshly that your knuckles turned white.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the warehouse. The straps to your brassiere fell from the sudden movements, making your breast nearly poke out from their fabric cage. You couldn’t help but be turned on by Alastor’s low grunts and you could only imagine what face he was making right now. Was his sweat beading down his face? Was he tossing his head back because of how good you were making him feel?

"Fuck, you’re so perfect," Alastor eyes never left your back as he watched you toss your head back in pleasure, he took that as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in your hair, yanking your hand back so he could lean down bite down on your earlobe. His breath hot and heavy in your ear, "It’s like your body was made for me, wouldn’t you say so?”

You could only moan at his works, his hand adorning your neck to choke you as he continued to fuck you with reckless abandon. His tight hold on your skin made your breathing ragged and stars blind your vision as your cunt leaks your arousal onto his cock that was fucking you right into the table.

"Look at you," Alastor hooks one arm under your right knee, lifting it up onto thr e table so he could go impossibly deeper inside your greedy pussy. The sound of your slick arousal making your whole body heat up with a needy ache that only he could cure, “You’re so drunk off the pleasure my little doe, you’re practically drooling.”

Alastor puts his thumb in your mouth, pressing it against the flat of your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it to suck on it eagerly. This was so unbecoming of you. In a few days, and couple of meetings you had fully succumbed to the charm of Alastor. He had drooling and shaking with a pleasure you didn’t even seem possible. Was this what you had been missing now that you were a woman now? Was this love between a man and woman? Because if so, it was addicting now that you had a generous taste of it.

"A-Alastor!" You moaned out, clenching around him as you felt that familiar feeling of being pushed closer and closer to edge, "Please! I can’t—"

“You can,” Alastor slowed down his rough thrust with a grin, making you whine as you felt your nearing orgasm slowly retreat from you. You turned your head, cheek smushed against the table as you looked up at him with a whimper, "and you will, mon chère.”

You were melting into his fiery touches. Practically sobbing out in want, begging him to give you that release you so desperately needed.

Pleased with your tears and pleading eyes, Alastor pulled his hips back only to snap them forward harshly. He watched his cock disappear into your tight hole, your pussy sucking him in perfectly, stretching wide to accommodate his size. Alastor brought his thumb to circle your swollen clit at a pace that matched his thrusts.

His words brought you over the edge, making you cum all over his cock that he was still pistoling inside you to chase his own release. You mewled out at the overstimulation, tears leaving your eyes as you brought your hand back in a poor attempt to stop him but Alastor was going to force another orgasm out of you whether you liked it or not, "Al—! W-Wait!"

"One more, my dear," Alastor’s southern drawl made you shiver as you arched your back, toes curling as you let out a pleasurable scream when you came again. Your essence coating his cock and the beautiful sight of your dazed face sent Alastor over the edge. He pulled out, pumping his length quickly as he came into your stomach, painting a few spots of your skin white with his seed.

You shudder when you felt Alastor place a sweet kiss on to the new forming bruises along your neck, his large hands gliding across your skin as you come down from your state of euphoria, basking in the afterglow of sex.

Alastor tilt your head up, sweat beading down both of your foreheads before you lean in to kiss him in your dazed state. He deepened the kiss rather quickly, savoring the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth. As you both share a sloppy yet passionate kiss, you felt your heart tug in a way that made you feel like a lovesick school girl. In that moment you realized that you’d follow Alastor to the ends of the earth if he asked you two. It was a silent contract, a deal you couldn’t break now that your souls were intertwined.

"Is my daughter still requesting tea?" Your mother walks into the kitchen with a silk feathered robe on. The maid who was making your tea, and hiding your secret, nearly froze at the sound of her employer's voice. It was past ten o'clock and usually your mother was in bed by now, "I asked you a question, girl."

"Uh, yes Mrs.Duvalier," The maid turns ever so slightly to bow her head respectively before continuing to prepare the tea, "My apologies, I couldn't hear you over the whistling tea pot."

"Hm," Your mother raised in eyerbrow in suspicion but covered it with a small smile as she took the tea tray from the servants hands, "Allow me to take this to my daughter, I've been meaning to check up on her."

"You shouldn't worry yourself Mrs.Duvalier, it is just a cold." The maid tried move past your mother but she stepped in the way, her voice now cold and but more demanding as she looks upon the maid as if she were nothing mote than a fly to swat away.

"Nonsense," Your mother bit back, "There is nothing like a mother's touch. Allow me."

Your mother, driven not only by suspicion but genuine concern, sought to care for you. Despite occasional harshness, her actions stemmed from love, with you as her paramount motivation. As she ascended the stairs with grace, she found herself in front of your door hesitant a bit to knock but she overcomes the nerves after a a moment. Knocking on your door with a tray of tea in hand, she hoped for a heartfelt conversation, "Dearest, I brought you your tea. Can I come in?"

Silence.

“(Y/N), if you're upset, understand that everything I do is for your well-being.”

No response echoed behind the door.

“Very well, I'm entering to discuss whatever troubles you." The door swung open to reveal an empty, untouched room.

A sudden realization swept over your mother as she observed the pristine room. It dawned on her that you had managed to slip away unnoticed, sneaking out without leaving a trace. Your mother's anger intensified as the pieces fell into place – the early leave from dinner, the tea, and a lying maid. It struck her that you had not only sneaked out, but you had snuck out likely to be with Alastor. It only fueled her frustration at the audacity of such actions.

"Corinne!" Your mother yelled out for her personally maid, the one who also oversees everything in the house. After being in your mother's employment for twenty years, your mother not only saw her as one of her best maids but a dear friend.

Corinne hurried up the steps from the servants quarters, wearing nothing but a nightgown and clutching an oil lamp between her fingers, "Mrs.Duvalier! What is wrong!?"

"It appears my daughter has slipped from our fingers," The calmness in your mother's voice made Corinne shiver as she glanced into the empty room.

"Shall I call the police?" Corinne asks with worry, "She shouldn't be out so late. There is a killer still on the loose. I'll ring for help and then we can start a search party-"

"No," your mother glowered, her expression exuding an anger even the devil himself might cower from. "Dismiss every maid, and have new ones in place by 9 am tomorrow. As for my daughter…" A sigh escaped her lips as she closed your bedroom door with a sharp glare. "The fewer people who know of this, the better. She will return on her own accord, and when she does, I'll make sure to put that girl on a leash."

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Don't deal with the devil

‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL!’ ALASTOR

summary. In the midst of a grand party, a sudden interruption occurs as uniformed officers question Madam Duvalier about the disappearance of their former chauffeur, Charles Ray. Tensions rise as suspicions linger, but Madam Duvalier swiftly redirects attention with her charm. Meanwhile, you stands alone, burdened by secrets and uncertainties, with only Alastor offering a silent comfort that belies darker truths lurking beneath the surface.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX

warnings. human!alastor x fem!reader, dark romance, murder, mention of blood/gore, agegap (you're in your 20s while Alastor is in his early 30s), alastor preys on your innocence, eventual smut, not a happy ending, barely edited

In the soft light of early morning, the world seemed to slow down as you and Alastor found yourselves immersed in the warmth of a bath together. The steam rose around you, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere as you leaned back against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back.

Alastor's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he placed gentle kisses along your shoulder, each touch sending a ripple of warmth through your body. The water lapped gently against your skin, soothing away any lingering traces of tension from the night before.

"Let's strike a deal," Alastor whispered against your skin, his breath teasing your ear. "I'll court you properly, and all you have to do is accept me as I am."

Your fingers entwined with his, silently affirming your love and connection. "Whether you're a radio host or not, I've accepted you, Alastor," you murmured, meeting his gaze with a tender smile. "Nothing can change that."

"Really?" Alastor wanted desperately to believe your words, holding onto hope as if it were precious. "Once we make a deal, it's set in stone."

"I promise I won't break it," you assured him, your hands trailing down his chest absentmindedly.

"Is that so?" Alastor tilted his head in amusement, a grin playing on his lips as he observed you. "Well, I suppose I'll have no choice but to trust you."

Your laughter filled the air briefly before silence settled in, your mind consumed by worries. This was your second night escaping to be with Alastor, knowing your mother was seething with anger back home. Facing her wrath seemed daunting, especially with the ball happening today. How would you tell her about your love for someone she wouldn't approve of?

"A penny for your thoughts?" Alastor's voice broke through your thoughts, the water around you both still as you met his gaze, nerves evident on your face.

"I'm thinking about my mother," you confessed with a sigh. "She wants me to marry someone she picks, either an older wealthy man or a young arrogant one."

"The party tonight is solely to find me a match she approves of," you added with a frown. "How do I even begin to talk to her about us?"

Alastor's eye twitched slightly in annoyance at a woman he hadn't even met yet. "She's standing in the way of your happiness," he noted. "How cruel of her."

"But perhaps," you muttered, "She only wants what's best for me."

"A woman like her won't be satisfied with her daughter marrying someone she deems insignificant," Alastor's words cut through the air, casting a shadow on your mother's intentions. "You might have to prepare for the worst. Your mother might not prioritize your happiness, whereas I want to ensure it," he continued, his finger trailing along your chin. "In the end, you may have to make a choice."

"Why should I have to choose? Why must I be forced into such a position?" You looked up at Alastor, frustration and confusion evident in your voice.

Alastor's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I know it's not fair, my dear," he said gently, reaching out to caress your cheek. "But sometimes, life presents us with difficult choices."

"I don't want to lose you," you admitted, fear creeping into your words.

Alastor's gaze held yours firmly. "And you won't," he vowed. "No matter what happens, I'll stand by your side."

You leaned into his touch, finding solace in his unwavering support. "I just wish things weren't so complicated," you whispered.

"It would be less rewarding if it was easy," Alastor murmured, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "But we'll face this together, whatever may come."

As the morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the bath, you shared quiet moments of affection and closeness, basking in the love that enveloped you both. In that serene morning embrace, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to savor each precious second together, grateful for the bond that united your hearts.

Alastor's resolve began to waver, his feelings for you becoming undeniable. Seeing you distressed tore at him in ways he couldn't explain. Whoever dared to oppose your relationship with him would simply have to die, for your happiness was now intricately intertwined with his own.

With a heavy heart but a newfound determination, Alastor made a silent vow to protect you at all costs, even if it meant defying the expectations of society or facing dire consequences, because suddenly he didn't care about himself anymore now that you were in his life— in his arms. Love had a way of reshaping priorities, and in that moment, Alastor realized that he would go to great lengths to ensure your happiness, even if it meant challenging the very fabric of the world around you.

The first light of morning painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Alastor escorted you back to your home. The tranquility of the night gave way to the bustling streets, a stark reminder of the reality awaiting both of you.

As you approached your residence, a sense of unease settled over you. Your mother's reaction was unpredictable, especially after your absence throughout the night. Alastor tightened his grip slightly, offering silent reassurance as you prepared to face the inevitable.

The moment you stepped through the front door, your mother rushed out to meet you, her face etched with worry and anger. "Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Her words tumbled out in a mix of relief and frustration.

You tried to explain, but her gaze fell upon Alastor, her expression hardening. "And who is this?" she demanded, her tone laced with disapproval.

Alastor stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet resolute. "I am Alastor," he introduced himself, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "I apologize for any concern caused. I assure you, my intentions are honorable."

Your mother's eyes narrowed with a humorless laugh as she studied Alastor, her skepticism palpable. "Stealing my daughter for nighttime rendezvous is far from honorable. If anything, it's a dishonor to my family and yours, whoever your family may be. If you truly care for my daughter, then you would court her properly and salvage whatever dignity she has left."

"He intends to, mother," you spoke up, your gaze challenging hers.

"Well, I should hope so," your mother replied, her gaze assessing Alastor's outfit. "If he intends to impress me, then he is already failing miserably. Tell me, what is your family name?"

"I have no family name," Alastor answered honestly.

"Oh?" Your mother glanced at you before returning her gaze to Alastor, her tone condescending. "So an orphan with no wealth. I assume you are of middle class, if not lower. What job do you have?"

"I am a radio show host-" Alastor began, but your mother's laughter cut him off.

Her lack of politeness made your blood boil, and you struggled to maintain composure. Realizing her rudeness, she covered her mouth with a shake of her head. "Excuse me, but I am wasting my time even conversing with you, Alastor."

"Mother-!" you began to argue, but her sharp voice cut you off.

"You will leave my house at once and never speak to my daughter again, is that understood?" she told Alastor, her tone final and cold.

Alastor's response was a bone-chilling smile as he bowed slightly. "Understood," he replied before turning to leave.

"Alastor, wait, I will come with you," you started to say, but his warm touch on your arm stopped you in your tracks.

"I will see you tonight, darling. It seems your mother needs some convincing that I am the right man for you," Alastor said softly, leaning down to place a lingering kiss on your knuckles. "Until tonight."

"Alastor..." The word hung in the air, but he was already gone, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions and the weight of uncertainty. The one thing you seemed to have control over in your life was slipping away from your fingers, and your mother was to blame. This was all because of her.

You were tired of the glitz and glamour, tired of always being the sweet, obedient Duvalier without a thought to your own desires. It was frustrating and suffocating. Alastor had been the breath of fresh air you'd been wanting, needing in your life. Without him, you were sure you'd snap with insanity. He brought passion, excitement, and genuine love into your world, something your mother seemed incapable of understanding. Your mother's words replayed in your mind, her insistence on societal norms and status crushing your spirit. The sting of her words lingered, a sharp contrast to the warmth of Alastor's touch. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after everything you'd shared.

"I can't believe you!" You turned around to face your mother, your emotions spilling over as you finally lashed out that built upon anger you've been holding back, "How could you treat him that way?"

"I did what was necessary," your mother replied calmly, not meeting your gaze as she switched her cane from her right hand to her left.

"Necessary? You just sent away the man I love!" Your voice cracked with emotion.

"He was not suitable," your mother insisted, her tone firm.

"Suitable? What does that even mean to you? Money? Status? " Your frustration bubbled over, hands balling into fists at your sides. "Do you even care about my happiness?"

"Of course, I do," your mother retorted, her facade faltering for a moment.

"Then why can't you see that Alastor makes me happy?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you pleaded with her.

"He is not from our world, dear," your mother said softly, her tone tinged with slight regret but she remained composed.

"But he cares for me, Mother. Isn't that what truly matters?" You wiped away a tear, your heart heavy with disappointment.

"I want what's best for you," your mother replied.

"And I want to be with Alastor," you countered, your resolve unwavering. The tension hung thick in the air, both of you standing firm in your beliefs. It was a battle between tradition and love, expectations and desires, "Just because you failed at love doesn't mean I should follow in your footsteps."

Just as those harsh words left your mouth, your mother's hand collided with your cheek. The stinging imprint left on your face hardly matched the weight of your heavy heart as you slowly brought your hand to your cheek, the last hopefulness you held out for your mother shattering to a million pieces.

Your mother clears her throat, turning to look at the head maid Corrine with a small wavering smile, "Corrine, see to it that my daughter gets settled for the day and prepared for the night ahead. We need her looking her best, don't we?"

Your mother's request felt like a final blow, leaving you feeling helpless and trapped in a world where your desires were constantly overshadowed by expectations and appearances.

As Corrine led you upstairs, her touch was gentle but her eyes reflected a deep understanding of your pain. The tears streaming down your cheeks were a silent testament to the turmoil within you, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat.

In your room, as Corrine helped you settle in, you couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. The upcoming evening, with its planned festivities and forced smiles, loomed over you like a dark cloud.

As you gazed out of the window, watching the world pass by, a spark of determination flickered within you. You may have been dealt a harsh hand, but you refused to let it break you completely. Tonight, amidst the glittering party, you would find a way to assert your own voice and reclaim a measure of control over your life once and for all- you wanted to be with Alastor and nothing was going to stand in your way. Not even your mother.

As the hours passed and evening approached, the grandeur of the ball loomed larger in your mind. Despite your mother's expectations and demands, you found solace in the routine of getting ready for the event.

The maids fluttered around you, their expert hands tending to every detail of your appearance. A dress was selected, jewels were carefully chosen, and hair was styled to perfection. Yet, amidst the flurry of activity, your mind was elsewhere.

Alastor consumed your thoughts, his absence a heavy presence in the midst of preparations. Would he show up tonight? The hope was mingled with uncertainty, creating a tumultuous storm of emotions within you.

Ignoring your mother's attempts at conversation throughout the day, you focused on the vision of Alastor standing before you, his eyes filled with determination and love. The idea of him breaking through the barriers of societal expectations to be with you filled you with a sense of longing and anticipation.

As the final touches were made to your appearance, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The image that stared back at you was poised and elegant, yet underneath the facade was a woman ready to challenge the norms and embrace her own happiness.

With a deep breath, you made your way downstairs to join the festivities, your heart fluttering with both excitement. Tonight would be a turning point, a chance to assert your desires and perhaps, just perhaps, find the courage to defy expectations for the one you loved.

Throughout the evening, various suitors approached you, each with their own attempts to court you and earn the privilege of a dance. They showered you with compliments, asked about your interests, and tried to charm you with their status.

You remained polite, engaging in light conversation and accepting their requests to dance. One suitor, a young nobleman with a charming smile, engaged in conversation about your family's estate and the upcoming social events. Another, a dashing gentleman with impeccable manners, complimented your gown and expressed admiration for your poise on the dance floor.

As the night progressed, the constant stream of suitors became a blur, their words blending into a symphony of polite gestures and formalities. Despite their efforts, none of them could capture your full attention, for your heart belonged to Alastor.

You smiled and exchanged pleasantries, all the while longing for the moment when Alastor would make his grand entrance and sweep you away from the pretense and formality of the ball. His presence was the missing piece, the one that would make the evening truly memorable and meaningful.

As you stood by the refreshment table, trying to ease your dizzy mind from all the twirling and socializing, a familiar voice sent a jolt of excitement through you.

"May I have this dance?" Alastor's voice, warm and familiar, reached your ears from behind. Turning around, your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Yes, of course," you replied, trying to contain the urge to tackle him in a hug. Instead, you extended your hand, which he took with a gentle grasp, leading you to the dance floor.

You moved together in rhythm to the music, the world around you fading into the background. It was just the two of you, lost in the moment, lost in each other's eyes. The tension and formality of the evening melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Alastor's presence was like a soothing balm to your soul, grounding you amidst the whirlwind of the ball. With each step and turn, you felt a sense of connection and understanding that transcended words.

As the dance came to an end, Alastor held you close, his gaze filled with affection and a hint of mischief. "I told you I would see you tonight, darling," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

You couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a surge of happiness and contentment wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the music and the magic of the ball, you knew that everything would be alright as long as you had Alastor by your side.

"I never doubted you," you replied softly, your gaze locked with Alastor's. In that moment, all your worries faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of his presence.

As the music and laughter filled the ballroom, a slight tension rippled through the crowd as a group of uniformed officers made an unexpected entrance. Your eyebrows furrowed with worry as you watched them escort your mother into the parlor, their expressions curious and attentive rather than stern.

Sensing something unusual, you quickly excused yourself from Alastor as you made your way through the crowd of hushed whispers. Anxiety gnawed at your stomach as you followed the men into the parlor, where your mother stood with a slightly puzzled expression.

"What's going on?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

The leader of the group stepped forward, his tone respectful but probing. "Madam Duvalier, we're here to ask you a few questions regarding the recent disappearance of Charles Ray, your former chauffeur," he explained, his words causing a murmur of surprise among the gathered guests.

"Of all times to show up, you do it at the biggest party I've hosted to date," Your mother's tone wavered between annoyance and mild relief, her eyes betraying a flicker of apprehension. "Very well, I'll do my best to assist you," she replied, her voice composed despite the tension in the room.

"Mister Charles Ray was last seen at his job post according to your servants but his family has not seen nor made contact with him since yesterday night," the Sheriff continued, his tone grave. "His sudden disappearance has raised concerns."

"Well, if I had a sound mind, I would have fired him, as I haven't seen him for the past few days. I assumed he had a family emergency to attend to, or at least it better have been a family emergency if he left without informing me," Your mother explained, her frustration evident. "Wherever he is, you won't find him here."

The officer nodded and turned to you, "Any comments to add, Ms. Duvalier?"

You felt a pang of unease at being dragged into the situation, the weight of the questioning casting a shadow over the festive evening. "Mr. Ray escorted me somewhere only the night before," you admitted honestly. "But after an hour or so, we parted ways. That was the last I saw him."

"And where was this place?" The officer pressed, his gaze scrutinizing.

"My daughter will answer no more questions without a lawyer present," Your mother intervened firmly, her grip on your arm conveying a silent urgency to stop speaking.

"Corrine, please see them out," Your mother instructed the maid, her voice masking the underlying tension. "I will have no more interruptions on this happy day."

As Corrine escorted the officers out, you couldn't shake off the sense of unease that lingered in the air. The officers' suspicion was palpable, their eyes lingering on you with an unspoken question.

"We will speak of this later," your mother whispered to you, her tone cryptic yet filled with a sense of urgency. With a practiced smile, she turned toward the crowded guests, her charming aura masking the underlying tension. "Let's not let this unfortunate incident dampen our spirits. Shall we return to the ballroom and continue the festivities?"

The guests, eager to move past the momentary disruption, followed your mother's lead, their chatter and laughter gradually filling the air once again. You stood alone in the parlor, the gravity of the situation settling in as you exchanged a look with Alastor who approached you, his presence a welcome comfort despite the weight of the situation. His hand on your shoulder was a silent reassurance, but you couldn't ignore the sinking feeling you felt from his oddly comforting touch, a tiny voice in the back of your mind yelling something that you couldn't quite make out.

Alastor's gaze held a mix of understanding and caution, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate balance between truth and deception. For it was only he who knew the truth, because it was he who buried Mr.Ray ray six feet under.

You watched the guests return to the ballroom, the facade of the happy occasion seemed to crack, revealing the underlying tension and secrets that lurked beneath the surface. You knew that the night would never be the same, that the mystery of Mr. Ray's disappearance would haunt you until the truth was uncovered.

But for now, you plastered on a smile and rejoined the festivities with Alastor, knowing that behind the masks and smiles, lies and secrets danced in the shadows, waiting to be exposed.

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SPEAK TO ME | Sneak peek [Alastor x f.reader] | SMUT (mdni)

Summary: Alastors voice turns you on. Something he loves to take advantage of.

Did someone ask for an Alastor voice kink fic?! This is only a sneak peek! I hope to finish this little smutty story in about two days.

Halfway through your night routine, you turned on your radio at a soft, pleasant volume, and Alastor's smooth voice filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Salutations, friends and hellish residents! Tonight, we have a splendid assortment of the latest news and the best Hell has to offer in jazz, but before we chitchat about our dear city's hellish affairs, here is the newest music from Miss Jezebel and The Wicked Six!" 

Slow and sultry jazz music started to play on the radio. The woman who sang had a deep, smoky quality that was inherently sexy to you. There was just something about women who sang with deep voices that made your hips sway from side to side, effortlessly dancing across your room as you started to strip, pretending there was someone there who enjoyed the show you put on. 

You turned off all the lights except the small lamp by your bed and crawled under the thick blanket. You left the radio on as you made yourself comfortable, hugging one of your pillows close to you. 

The song ended, and Alastor came back. This time, he started talking about the news. Since the news sometimes made you too sad to sleep, you never really listened to what he was saying; you only listened to his voice—his tone, the cadence of his speech, and his transatlantic accent. 

You let his voice wash over you like a soothing balm to your aching body, but soon, you felt the familiar tingles run up your back. Warmth pooled low within you as you shifted in your bed, lying on your back. The desire to touch and be touched grew in you, to move, to grind, to satisfy the urge for sex. 

Closing your eyes and letting your hands wander over your body, you start by slowly dragging your fingertips over your sensitive throat, making sure that your light fingertips touch all the places that made you weak. 

Your hands travel from your throat down to your chest. Palming your breasts in your hand, you drag your nails over your sensitive nipples. Pinshin, pulling and rolling them between your fingers till they are warm and hard. 

Your senses sharpen as you start to feel more intensely, but your mind goes hazy, making it hard to think clearly. Alastors voice is but background noise now that edges you on.

One hand stays on your breast as the other journeys down, down, down and under your underwear. 

You slowly drag your finger between your lips, coating your finger in your wetness as you slowly pull it towards your clit. A breathless gasp is pulled from your mouth the first time your finger comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Slowly and with the lightest touch, you start to circle the organ, and what feels like electricity builds in your loins.

You can't help but move in your bed, legs bending and toes curling as you give yourself the pleasure that you wished Alastor would provide you. Your hand that previously played with your breast joined your other hand, and you let out a not-so-subtle moan as you pushed two fingers into you. Desperately, you curl your fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. 

You want it. You need it. Your toes curl almost painfully as Alastors name falls from your lips like a prayer. 

You're so close. So close you can see stars behind your eyes. You breathlessly chase that sweet release. Building, and building, and building. Your legs are shaking as you bite your lips. Hips lift from the mattress as you fight the urge to close your legs.

You are so, so close.

"What are you doing, my dear?" 

Cold dread crashes through your body as you rip your hands away from your body. You frantically look all over your room in the shadows. Looking for that all-knowing smile and calculating red eyes. 

His voice had been so close and clear that he had to be in your room. It had felt like he had spoken to you right beside your ear. But you were alone. No one was in your room but you. 

"Such a naughty little creature you are, my dear. So desperate to be touched." 

Goosebumps travel up your back as you slowly turn in the direction you hear his voice. On your nightstand is the radio that Alastor gave you. It is still on, but the yellow light of the display has turned red. 

Towering over you in your bed, you almost feel like he is watching you. Observing you as you lay naked in your bed. Your blankets were by the end of the bed as you had kicked them off a long time ago. 

"Can't even listen to me talking without having to touch yourself. My oh my, what will I ever do with such a bad little doe, hm?" 

Shaking all over, you reached for the radio's electrical cord and jerked it out of the outlet. The radio fell silent as you collapsed in your bed. Spent, but not satisfied. However, you soon start to tremble over the fact that Alastor had listened to you pleasuring yourself, and he seemed to like it.

THERE SO CUTEE

Father-daughter bonding. 😁

HAHAHA MY BOII

GUYS I ALMOST DIED I THOUGHT HE WAS A GONNER

*SOBBING AND SCREAMING*

Alastor being Charlie's dad? Nah.

Alastor being Niffty's dad? Perfect.

Projecting my period onto Alastor

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Based of this:

☾I have a silly idea☽

what if I do some HC’s or a short one shot of like Husk and/or Alastor with an s/o who has like D&D based powers?

so like if they wanted to attack something or like making fun of someone they’d have to role for whatever they’re casting

Like in this post

I just though I’d be silly-

POV: You're Mimzy >:) 🍎🦌

redrew this frame from "Hell's Greatest Dad" in my artstyle

should i make more? hmm i might hehe

being delulu is the solulu, i know its not gonna be canon, just let me be happy.

A future battle scenario!

Why did Alastor disappear for 7 years?! Check out Giulliadella's full fan comic here 💕

"I'm not a kitten!!" Check out MadKittyCat's lovely Hazbin Hotel fan comic here 😍

i think there's interesting symbolism between vox and alastor when it comes to the outfit changes in their songs. vox casts himself into leadership roles, people who have authority and power but only over specific controlled domains: bishop/church, captain/boat, head chef/kitchen. places where having an overinflated sense of self-importance is dangerous but common, almost expected.

on the other hand, alastor ends up in far more subservient roles, where their assistance (which is frequently undervalued & hidden) is crucial for operation to keep running smoothly: nuns who staff convents, busboys who clear tables. people who are under someone else's command but who are also essential personnel.

related also is lucifer, who puts himself in the roles of referee, chef, and ultimately the ringmaster—people who arbitrate, divide up responsibility, parcel out power. all very fascinating.