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GUYS PLS HELP ME FIND IT. IT WAS AN AO3 FIC, I FOUND THE LINK ON A POST HERE ON TUMBLR IT WAS FANART OF MIMZY AND ALASTOR I THINK AND THE CAPTION WAS “finally read a sappy alastor fic” READER WAS NAMED DOLLY HEART OR SMTH SHE WAS WORKING FOR MIMZY AT THE LOUNGE SHE AND ALASTOR WERE MARRIED BUT THEY COULDNT SEE EACH OTHER CAUSE OF A CONTRACT AND THEN READER ENDS UP GETTING RECRUITED (forcefully) BY VOX AND VEL AND VOX MADE HER TAKE OFF HER WEDDING RING BUT HE DIDNT KNOW SHE WAS MARRIED TO ALASTOR YET
PLS HELP ME FIND IT IM GOING INSANE I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED OFF AND ITS GONE
WHERE THE HELL DID THAT ALASTOR X READER AO3 STORY GO NO
A special occasion <3
Guess who made a hazbin oc 😇
Took a liking to this funky lil guy
AHHH THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS
THE TAIL WAGGING- I CAN'T PLEASE 😭💖
Kilig. (n) A feeling of exhilaration or elation caused by an exciting or romantic experience.
THERES SO MUCH FLUFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THIS. WOULD ADORE A PART 2 OF THIS❤️🩷❤️💖❤️🩷❤️💖
Can I get some fluff of Alastor finding reader listening to old jazz songs from when he was alive and he makes us dance with him? :)
It's Been a While... (Alastor x GN! Reader)
Ahaha, I need more work on fluff, I hope you like it! There is SOME mentions of risque activites, but it's super brief, and nothing insanely explicit! Promise! I was honestly just writing to write, and figured this little blurb that fell out of me would be fitting enough. UNO REVERSE... We get ALASTOR to dance! Fuck yes!!!
Songs mentioned: In The Mood - Glenn Miller / Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman (both are bops I used to play when I was in jazz band houhosjknskhdj-- SURPRISE, you also get Danny Lore as a treato!)
Alastor's tense, heavy sigh sounds in the air, prompting you to crane your head up. You took in his disheveled state and instantly knew: he was exhausted. You stood from your plush armchair, abandoning it to walk toward his desk.
"Alastor?" was all that was needed for his flattened ears to perk up. Your sweet voice was a much needed comfort during a particularly grueling evening.
"Yes, dearest?" he replied, his smile hardly an upturned slit. You come up behind him slowly, waiting for his permission to touch. Alastor looks back to your hovering hands, and nods gingerly. He returns to facing his desk, allowing his eyes to lose focus as he zones out. When your arms wrap around his neck, his shoulders slump heavily, a pleased hum vibrating his chest. You smiled sweetly at the sound, a welcome pleasantry as you kissed his cheek.
"You're getting frustrated again, my love..." you pipe up, continuing to pepper his cheek with chaste, innocent kisses. Your lover laughs bitterly, but leans into your musings all the same.
"Well, I suppose you're right... leave it to my sweet, observant partner to know what's wrong... and when," he adds, a tired hand reaching up to rub slow circles into one of your arms. You grin against his cheek, your kisses slowing," I may also have a solution to your problem, if you'll hear me out~"
Alastor hums in approval, grasping both of your hands when you continue to pamper him with sweet, physical adoration.
"Dear, you are nothing if not full of brilliant ideas... I would love to hear them out," he muses, turning his head to plant a singular, sincere kiss to your lips. You were giddy at the affection, but capped your glee. You tugged on his hands, eager to make your little plan work.
"Come on, come on... you'll have to get up for this one," you quip, forcing a dramatic sigh from your partner. Alastor throws his head back, laying it on your shoulder like an ill peasant woman. He would fan his face weakly, had your hands not been so warm.
"My love, I have been stricken, and cannot get up~ Won't you let an old man rest?" he fired back. But truly, had you asked: he would happily jump into acid rain with nothing more than his dignity.
You roll your eyes at his theatrics, smirking," You? Old? I wouldn't figure... No, you old geezer, I need you to stand so we can use your legs. They're very important for what I want to do." Alastor blinked, gears turning in his mind. Only with you would his mind wander to dirtier, carnal ideas.
"Dear, if I had wanted to do that tonight, I'm afraid your back would've already been bent out of shape--"
"Oh for Fucks Sake, Alastor--" you cackled, tugging on him with more insistence.
" Come oooonnnnn, please~? It's one of your favorites, I promise! Nothing dirty, no tricks!" Alastor's interest is instantly piqued, resulting in an immediate hop up. Even with his motion, his hands were still in yours. You huff, exacerbated but grateful you didn’t have to lift him yourself.
"Ahh, if you would have led with that, I may've been more urgent to attend to you, dear," Alastor chuckles, not missing the flush that flashed across your cheeks. You pull away from Alastor long enough to turn on the radio, flicking through several frequencies and stations to find just the right channel. Alastor watches you in amusement, arms crossing in front of his chest. He was more than content to watch you struggle, shifting his weight onto one foot.
"Well, I have to keep some of the suspense, don't I?" you replied, grinning at him in a way that made Alastor's black heart beat wildly. He did quite enjoy your mischievous nature... But your attempts to work his radio almost had him pitying you... Almost.
He scooted in behind you, resting his crossed arms over the top of your head," You could request a song, you know... I don't mind putting on something you enjoy--"
"I'd rather it be something we’d both enjoy," you interject, huffing as you became an armrest for your demonic partner. Once you found the right channel, you swiveled under Alastor's arms to face him. Then, you reach up to hold his elbows, shaking them around playfully.
"Alright, sir... It's been a long, long time since we've done this... I want to do this properly."
Alastor relents, allowing you to push his arms off of your head. He tilts his own toward you, expressing confusion. In that moment, he finally hones in on the song itself. In The Mood, popularized and recorded by Glenn Miller. It was one of the few songs that came to mind when you thought of "Alastor's Time" in the 30s. Said demon blinks in surprise, grinning. He had listened to this recording a bit after coming to hell, and was particularly fond of it. Ahh, you had picked the perfect station!
"Glenn Miller? Oh, you spoil me, love," Alastor coos, caressing your face as he kisses your forehead," Whatever did I do to deserve this?"
You sway your hips, bouncing in place to the tempo with the old tune," I know the recording's after your time... but-- He's just-- GOOD, y'know?" You bite your lip as you pull Alastor's hands off of your face," Now come on, Al... let's dance!" What a perfect distraction to break his tension and troubled mind! Alastor just knew he would enjoy your little idea...
His hands settle on you, both lightly caging your hips as yours held onto his wide shoulders. As the main motif began, the both of you started bopping along to the music. You watched Alastor's face morph fully into a relaxed state; smile still present, but much softer than his manic glee. You had to use every fiber in your being not to kiss him in that instant, instead squeezing his shoulders. Alastor's ears twitch as you draw soothing circles into his tense muscles, a shudder being torn from his entire frame.
"Relax, Alastor... I want you to forget about everything, except for this...," you coo, making him sigh with acceptance. He came close to you, flushing your bodies together in a tight, intimate sway. You could only sigh as he settled his chin onto the top of your head.
"Oh darling, if I relaxed anymore, I would be putty in your hands...," Alastor chimes, the tail end of his sentence wandering off as you press harder. Alastor huffs pleasantly, his hands holding your hips more firmly," Sweetheart, you really will be my undoing..."
You chuckle as you settle your hands, allowing Alastor a moment of reprieve. He rolls his shoulders, one hand seeking to grasp your opposite hand. Once he drew your arm out with his, his other hand shifted to the small of your back. You saw him grinning, playful and energetic," If it's a dance you want, then it had better be a good one, hmm? So let's jive~"
You squealed as Alastor practically whisked you off of your feet, spinning the both of you elegantly around his bedroom. The sounds of cicadas and frogs croaking in the distant, swampy marsh of his extended bedroom accompanied the sweet jazz that filled the air. Truly, it was tying everything together seamlessly. You had it all: a nice scene, nice music, and a relaxed, precious beau to spend all night with. You would have patted yourself on the back, were it not for Alastor's telltale sign of a 'big dip' move. You looped both arms around his neck, hanging on as Alastor swung you down, his monocle threatening to slip off his face. You laughed as you casually adjusted it. You stared, enthralled as you lay your hand over his racing pulse. However, the moment didn’t last long before you were brought back to your feet. But you thought now would be the best time to be a bit closer…
Getting bolder now, you pulled Alastor in for a kiss via his bowtie, eager to finish the dance off strong. Alastor, of course, had no protests, as he looped his arms around your waist. The two of you embraced like this for what felt like an hour, unable to pull apart your mingling, eager lips. But, with the song ended, leaving you both in silence, you managed to pull away. You looked up to Alastor with knowing eyes, your smile reflected in his deep, red irises.
"I loved that, Alastor, thank you... And I hope you don't mind me whisking you away from work..."
The Radio Demon rolled his eyes, an imitation of your look from earlier. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, his lips still puffy from your kiss," My love, you must whisk me away more often... In fact, I think I'd like another dance, if you'll join me?" Of course, you agreed silently, stepping on to the very tips of your toes to seal it with a kiss.
"I'd love nothing more."
Alastor grins with a deep chuckle, the radio pumping out a new song. Sing, Sing, Sing, popularized by Benny Goodman. You blink in surprise as this number moves... MUCH faster. And, from the sound of it, it will get you to sweat. You laughed nervously as Alastor brought you in again, his hand directing your hips to sway with his. You couldn’t help but become a little flustered as he closed the gap between your bodies, a playful, coy smile sent your way.
"Hold on tight, love. Some recordings of this song could last up to ten minutes~"
"WHAT--"
Alastor practically cackled as you trapped yourself within a saucy dance, one of many that would fill your evening with sweat, laughter, and best of all: an Alastor whose smile finally reached his eyes.
And if I get the motivation before the results, I will probably finish one or more of the wips so it may be a MULTI-POST DAY
!WIP!
Shameless OC shipping lmao,,,
Another WIP update. Seriously this is gonna take me forever but,,, I’m kicking my feet and giggling while doing it LOL,,
I’m hating everything I write lately so here is nearly finished line art of a cover for my OC fanfic I hope to eventually post ;w;
I'll read this later 🥰
Scorching.
Heat, all you could feel was heat.
Everywhere in your body - hot, it was all around you in the forms of sweat and heavy breaths mingling together, you honestly couldn't see straight anymore as Alastor continued to thrust aggressively into you, the pleasure now that painful and intense that your lust hazed mind mistook it for fire, Alastor was burning you from the inside out.
Just like he wanted.
"Such a good slut, I do enjoy being able to fuck. You. Stupid." His hips snapped into you with each word, the slight knot at the base of his shaft threatening to breach your tight hole, a reminder of what's to come.
"A-Al I- Ah!" He hits your g-spot, and the words go flying out of your head as intense pleasure shoots up your spine, causing your back to arch and your toes to curl. Needing something to ground yourself, you reach behind him, digging your nails into his back and gripping hard, not caring if you broke his skin in the process.
"Good girl- Fuck!" Biting down on his lip, the pain only motivates Alastor to go faster, rougher and deeper than he already was. Alastor loved bringing this side out of you, shaking legs pressed to your chest, your neck bent back proudly showing off his claiming marks and bites... but - the best thing was your lovely face.
He knew every time he hit your cervix because of the way your jaw would go slack in a wordless cry and the fresh tears that would collect at your waterline, threatening to spill, he wanted no - needed to see that. So, with a new goal in mind, Alastor slides his hands down your legs to your hips and picks you up, leaning back on his haunches he grips your hips tightly and starts thrusting up deeper into you, bouncing you down onto his throbbing cock stroke for stroke.
"Look at you pet, looking so pretty bouncing on my cock" He coos with a smug- albeit strained smirk as you were finally taking his slightly swollen knot now. Your back began to hurt with how much you were arching it, you quickly dragged your nails down Alastor’s back as a pleasure filled scream left your drooling lips, his own moans now joining yours, you finally opened your eyes from his sounds, not knowing when you closed them.
Looking down at Alastor you couldn't help your orgasm crashing into you at the sight of him- eyes half shut with a pleasured frown, blood dripping down his chin with how hard he was biting on his lip. He moans out at the near painful way you fluttered and clenched around him, your cunt trying to pull him in and milk him for all that he was worth, his claws on your hips now drawing blood.
Alastor pins you back onto the bed and begins to thrust into you desperately. Now wanting to chase his own orgasm Alastor momentarily forgets about his strength, beginning to abuse your cervix as you begin to scream out in pleasure filled pain from the stretch of his swelling knot.
"Come on, my love, you can take it." He pants out and with a few more uncoordinated thrusts, Alastor slams into you- forcing his thick knot into your throbbing cunt and stills, not realizing that he's knocked the wind out of you from the intensity of his strong thrusts. The feeling of him pulsating and twitching inside you sends you into another orgasm - you grip the sheets, entire body locking up with how intensely painful the pleasure was, Alastor's abdomen pressing and rubbing on your sensitive clit not helping.
"See? I knew you could take all of me, little pet~"
You look up at him with a glare, trembling lips starting to pout as he laughs at your reaction.
Hehe, enjoy this (I wrote it half asleep during a work morning, so please don’t judge me).