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Hard stop for me in fic: Use of Y/N

I just can’t get my brain to process it past yes/no. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Ruins perfectly good smut for me. 😫

My glob. If someone did fanart for my smut series, I would ascend. I’m so jealous of people who can write and draw. Just primo talents.

Alas, I’m only gifted with the ability to write Fennec/Hunter/Reader/Tech foursomes.

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

Agreed.

Oh, the art gods have been kind to me!

Installment 41 of my Bad Batch reverse harem smutlet series involves Tech giving submission a whirl, with delicious results.

I was very lucky to be online when AnriTheWitch (from Twitter, if you want to find her) was taking suggestions for her next drawing.

WARNING: VERY SPICY UNDER THE CUT. 18+, NSFW

Original uncensored version on Twitter:

I will have one line and vibes just take over my brain and if I don’t sit down and write for two hours, to the detriment of whatever I was doing in real life, then some clone is not getting fucked properly. 🤷🏻‍♀️

A reoccurring theme at least a few times a week as a fan fiction author. Why I keep a file with a running list of prompts I come up with.

I keep seeing bigger writers/artists on Tumblr complain about not getting reblogs or how kudos and likes are garbage and comments are the only way to encourage a writer/artist.

Look, I love a comment as much as the next person. They are wonderful! But I know it’s sometimes hard to know what to say. Sometimes it feels silly to write “Loved this!” or leave a key smash, but you don’t have the mental energy to write something longer. So you leave a kudo or a like, and then you see someone on here telling you that kudos and likes are almost as bad as doing nothing. And that makes you even less interested in interacting with someone’s work.

But let me tell you, I am small fry and, yes, I love a comment or a reblog, but I absolutely also love a kudo and a like.

“Someone read my smut and liked it! Yay!” I know who leaves me regular kudos on AO3. I love knowing I have regular readers! It’s great encouragement!

In the end, I guess this is an appreciation post for anyone who reads fic (my fic or someone else’s) and interacts with it in someway.

You are cherished. At least by me.

❤️❤️❤️

#artists

Oh, oh my! I have made it as a smut writer if my work is inspiring fanart. What an honor!

Wow! @elslittlestories, this is fantastic! 🥰🥵

Thank you! 😊

This was loosely inspired by a very tasty piece of smut I've read of AO3:

A little bit of tender by Bring_backup ( @bring-backup-99 on Tumblr)

If I find the motivation, maybe I'll render this properly...

(Ref Pic under the cut, from that tennis movie with Zendaya)

If this is @niikasposts being normal, I’d love to see what abnormal looks like. 🤣😝🥵

I am OVERWHELMED by the love my smut series has been getting recently. I’m just a woman, unreasonably and obsessively horny for Tech, that channeled my pain after Plan 99 into writing absolute filth.

@niikasposts THANK YOU SO MUCH for this. I love him so so much.

I'm being totally normal about @bring-backup-99 's Tech smut series

The way I absolutely laughed until there were tears in my eyes.

What’s something that immediately tells you a smut writer is Doing It Wrong, and why is it any time they mention something pleasurable happening to a cervix

Oh wow, I have just published a Fennec/Tech/Hunter/Wrecker smut with illustrations by @elslittlestories . As a smut writer, I’m delighted that my work inspires her to draw, and her drawings inspired me to write.

And this is so naughty. 😈

I have been blessed with this amazing collab with @bring-backup-99

You're in for a delicious smut fic and a bunch of spicy art !

The hotness of this art inspired by the filthy smut I write is just unbelievable. 🔥🥵

Time to go down

Full pics on AO3, or even better, find them embeded in the fic "But I feel so", written by @bring-backup-99 , with some art support provided by yours truely 😉

Fennec's really getting the royal treatment 😍🥵

Antidote - Angel Dust x Powerful Reader Epilogue R-18

⛔️⛔️Warning- (This story contains smut/R-18 scenes, plus hints of temperature play) If you find these stories too much for you- Please skip it. Otherwise- enjoy😏⛔️⛔️

His hands traced your face, your arms, and legs, causing your heart to flutter. "Since ya gonna be my antidote, baby. I better indulge in it~."

Angel leaned closer, devouring your moans with his mouth. Tongues were intertwining together, as his four hands caressed your entire body. Two hands were placed on your cheeks, deepening the kiss, while the other two slowly traced your legs, aiming closer to your feminine parts. Goosebumps began to emerge across your skin, as your legs began to twitch from the sensations. You felt Angel smirk into the kiss, making your heart race. Not knowing where to place your hands, you aimed them at his chest, massaging the fluff, which earned a moan from him.

Breaking apart from the kiss, Angel stared into your eyes, as a string of saliva was still between the both of you. Tender eyes gazed back at you, as Angel got closer and began to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, then aiming his kisses down your lower body. He continued to kiss further and further down, as he motioned his hands to remove your soaked pants that got wet from the bathroom, leaving you in your underwear. "Ah~ Angel!" Moaning his name, your eyes watched him going down your body. Getting up from his position, Angel placed two of his hands on your legs spreading them apart, as he pinned your hands down with the others. "Feeling good toots~?" His face opened into a smirk, showing his golden tooth. Unable to utter a response at the pleasure you were feeling, you nodded your head. "You're going to find out just how good the best porn star in all of hell is~" Leaning his head down, spreading your legs wider, he pushed your underwear to the side, and started to lick. His tongue flicked against your clit, lapping it up before he pushed further, motioning his tongue further inside you. You threw your head back against the bed, eyes wide opened from the sensation. The moans kept coming out of your mouth as your body continued to arch from the pleasure. "Oh fuck.... Angel....Ah-Ah~!" You wanted nothing more then to place your hands on his head, pushing him closer, but his hands continued to pin you down.

One of his hands had removed itself from your wrist, inching its way closer. His hand inserted itself underneath your shirt, pushing your bra to the side, giving one of your nipples a pinch. Letting out a yelp, you continued to moan out in pleasure, tears running down your face and saliva dripping from your mouth. His mouth was still pleasuring you down below, inserting itself in and out. "Ah! Ahhh! Angel! I'm going to- Ahh!" A tingling sensation was starting to form from below, causing your toes to curl. Angel sensed what was going to happen and quickened his actions, causing you to moan even louder. Arching your back from the bed, you felt your body shudder as you had reached your orgasm. Your body stay in that position, until it relaxed, leaving you panting with glossed eyes. Cleaning your fluid with his tongue, he stayed there for a few more minutes before removing it. "Mmm~ You taste amazing babe~!" Licking his lips, removing any traces of your feminine fluid, he moved his body closer to hover over you again. "Pant...pant...That was incredible!" Gasping out a response, you gazed up at Angel, smiling with rosy cheeks. "Hehe..glad you enjoyed it so much" Smiling down at you, Angel had removed his hand from your nipple, placing it against your cheek. Drawing your eyes down, you gazed down his lower body. He deserved to be pleasured too. It shouldn't just be all about you. Moving quickly, you pushed Angel, causing him to fall, back hitting the bed sheets.

"H-ey toots! What was that for?!" Not expecting that, Angel leaned up a bit, using his arms as leverage to push him up a bit. Moving your body closer, you positioned yourself above him. This time he was under you while you were on top of him. Giving a shy smile, your hand descended down, caressing his long legs. "Can I suck you off...please?" He paused at that, blinking his eyes up at you, surprised at how aggressive you were for bit, before going back into your shy nature. Chuckling, he floofed his hair back with his upper hands, while his lower hands rubbed at his chest fluff. His lower hands then moved further down to his legs, spreading them open wide, entrapping you between them. In front of you was his erection. It wasn't massively thick, but my god was it long! You felt the heat rush to your face at his actions. Shit, he was hot as fuck. Placing one of his hands behind his head, he used the other one to arch his finger at you. "You want a taste of me baby~? Go ahead~" Gulping, your head inched further down, mouth a few inches from his length. It was your first time doing this, so you hoped Angel would enjoy it. Placing your hand at the base, you poked your tongue out, giving the tip a lick. You felt the demon in front of you shudder, uttering a soft moan. Opening wide, you inserted it into your mouth, sucking it deeply. Bobbing your head, you started to suck at his length, massaging the bottom with your hand since your mouth couldn't reach it. He tasted sweet, causing you to hum.

Angel dust let out a long moan, shaking from how good you were sucking him off. You were very good despite being a virgin. "Holy shit," Angel moaned out, closing his eyes at the pleasure, while placing two of his hands to the top of your head, wanting you to suck deeper. Nearly gagging at that, you tried to adjust your position, continuing to suck on his member. Since you knew Angel liked guys, he must enjoy anal pleasure as well. Moving one of your hands down, you fingers traced along his rim, causing him to jump in shock. "Toots?! You don't have to..Ah!" Panting out a response, Angel stared down at you. Removing your mouth from his length, you smiled up at him, winking. "Be quiet and let me pleasure you, Anthony~." Returning your mouth to his length, you bobbed fast, while inserting a finger inside him, slowly, making sure not to hurt him. His whole body began to shake, overstimulated from all the pleasure. Inserting another finger inside, you moved them around inside him, aiming for his sweet spot. Wondering if you could give him more pleasure, you came up with an idea. Remembering your ice powers, you began to make the fingers inside of him ice cold, as they continued to scissor inside. Angel almost let out a scream at the sensation. He never felt anything like this before. First it was painfully hot, now ice cold. God it was so intense and oh so fucking good! "Ahh! Ahh! Y/N!! M-ore!! Gimme more!!" He was begging. His hips were bucking into your mouth, wanting more of you, more of the pleasure. He looked so beautiful like this, drowning in orgasmic ecstasy. Speeding up your actions, you felt the hand on your head starting to squeeze, letting you know he was close. Letting out a loud moan, Angel arched his body off the bed, squirting straight into your mouth.

Swirling your tongue around, you cleaned off his whole length, before removing your mouth from him. Looking up, you gazed at Angel, admiring him. His hands were covering his eyes, while he was panting massively, trying to catch his breath. His legs were twitching, numb from the pleasure. Moving up his body, you pushed his hands away, gazing into his colored eyes. His teary eyes looked back at you, as a smile began to appear on his face. "D-damn, Y/N. Where you learned to do that?" Angel asked, as you looked away shyly. "I-I never done anything like this before. I just want you to feel good. You deserve it. You deserved to feel love, pleasure, everything." His eyes widen at your statement, more tears forming from your heartfelt confession. Pulling you with his hands, he kissed you, softly caressing your lips with his. Breaking away from the kiss, you stood back up, sitting on top of Angel, his length position behind you. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, you pulled it up, exposing your bra. Moving your fingers to the back, it unclipped and fluttered down, showing off your perky breasts. Angel smirked, arching his eyebrow. "Nice tits." Raising one of his hands, his finger flicked at one of your nipples, causing you to yelp. "Don't tease me!" Pushing his hand back , your faced grew flushed, as Angel laughed at your reaction.

"Haha! Sorry. But they are nice! Good shape and soft. Almost as soft as mine~" He said as he pushed his chest fluff up a bit, puffing it out. This drew a giggle out of you, with Angel following after. After you both finished laughing, you moved your behind against his length, rubbing it, causing him to roll his hips. Moving your body up, you positioned yourself over his length. You didn't insert it in yet. You painfully wanted to, but you needed to prepare a bit more. Licking your fingers, you slowly inserted them inside you, moving in inch by inch and twirling. Angel gazed at you, watching you pleasure yourself and preparing for what was to come. His mouth was watering at the sight, licking his lips up at you. After doing that for a couple minutes, you felt that you were ready, and removed your fingers from inside you. Looking up at Angel, his eyes were glossy, from the pleasure and how beautiful you looked. He placed two of his hands on your hips, positioning you over his length. "Are you okay? If you don't feel comfortable with this toots, we can stop." Angel looked at you with concerning eyes. He knew this was your first time and didn't want to rush it. He believed in consent, and wanted to make sure you were absolutely ready for doing something like this. Nodding your head, you smiled. "I'm okay, Angel. I want to do this. I want to do this with you." Placing your hand on one of his that was attached to your lap, you peered into his eyes, letting him know that this was okay.

Giving you a tender smile back, Angel nodded. Slowly, you made your way down. There was a slight sting, but you bared through it. Taking it inch by inch, you finally got to the end. It was done, he was inside you fully. There was some pain, but it was minimal, and it slowly began to shift to pleasure. Letting out a moan, Angel melted at the sensation. Your insides were so soft, warm. It was pulling him in. The both of you waited a bit, giving you time to adjust. After a few minutes, you placed your hands on his legs, pushing you up a bit, before descending back down. Soon you developed a rhythm and began to move. The both of started to moan, the pleasure building up between the both of you. "Ah...ah! This f-eels s-o good! Ah...." You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head. It was your first time and yet it felt so good. Angel gasped at the feeling, moving his hips up in time with you. He has never felt pleasure like this in all his time in Hell. He was used to it being forceful, almost painful, especially during one of the scenes Valentino used to give him. Doing it with you was heavenly. Your insides wrapped around him, giving him so much pleasure. The sensuous sounds of your moans gave him goosebumps and the desire that radiated from your eyes, made his heart race. "Oh shit! Ah....Ah!" Angel pulled you down more with his hips, penetrating you deeper, drawing out louder moans from you. His other two hands moved to your chest, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh. This intensified the pleasure, arching your head to stare up at the ceiling.

The aching sensation was coming back, building up bit by bit. It was happening again, you were going to climax again. "A-angel~.....I'm- I'm going to-" Jumbled words left your mouth, as the pleasure was making you unable to speak anymore. Angel knew what you wanted and helped you. He moved his hips up faster, quickening the pace. "Me too babe~" Angel groaned out. After a few more thrusts, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You clenched against his length, moaning loudly. His hands tightened against your hips, as he released inside of you, soaking your insides with his cum. The both of you stayed like that, riding out your orgasms and trying to catch your breaths, until he slowly removed his member from your innards. Soon, your body felt like jello, and you leaned down, laying on top of Angel, as your head landed on his chest fluff. Angel wrapped his arms around you including his legs, cuddling you closer to him. His lips started leaving little pecks on your hair and forehead.

Moving your head up slowly, you gazed up him, smiling. "Did you enjoy it?" you asked him, hoping that he enjoyed the sex. Angel laughed out loud, his gold tooth shining in front of you, as he placed both of his hands on your cheeks. "You asking me that now toots? I literally just came inside ya. That should be plenty of proof to ya that I enjoyed it!" Angel squished your cheeks, making you look like a fish, before returning them back to normal. "I-I know, but I still wanted to ask. I hate for it to have been unpleasant for you." Flushing, you looked down shyly. His eyes soften at that, and you moved your face to look back at him. "It was the best. The best I have ever had. And trust me, that coming from a porn star means A LOT!" He giggled at what he said, as he continued to look at you, eyes filled with tender love. Smiling you placed your hand against his. The both of you stared at each other in silence, admiring each other. Soon Angel broke the silence. "Thank you Y/N. For saving me, for freeing me, for making me feel loved again." He stopped speaking, as his emotions were getting the better of him and he started to cry. Your hands wiped at his tears, as you leaned in and kissed him again. The kiss was soft and sweet, showing all of your love through it. You soon broke the kiss, and laid your head back down on his chest. He placed his arms back around you hugging you, as he started to hum. Soon you both fell asleep, entangled in each others arms.

~END~

Part 1 of series is here - X

Part 2 of series is here - X

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Status Update!

The Angel Dust Birthday Smut is in the making :) Hope you all are ready

SOMEONE HELP ME! I HAVE FANGIRLED OFF THE BED AND TO THE FLOOR AND I CANT GET UP🩷❤️🩷❤️🥰❤️🩷🥰❤️❤️🩷🩷❤️

THIS WAS SMUT HEAVEN. THANK YOU @redfoxwritesstuff

A Taste of Sugar, Part 2 (18+)

Here be the smut- proceed with caution if you're over 18 Alastor x reader Rated: E Chapter warnings: Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Tentacles, Dom Alastor, Restrained Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex. Part 1

AN: Here lies spitesmut, 11k fucking words born out of spite. Nonny, do not tell me what I will and will not do. Enjoy the cartoon smut you didn't want to see. The blood drinking you didn't want to read. The shadow tentacles you didn't want to see. The demon you didn't want to fuck. Cuz, I know you're going to read this- After all, scrolling on is far too fucking complicated for you. Welcome to my "I'll fuck a cartoon serial killer era" Love, Kit. (PS. 3 things published in 48 hours is *never* going to happen again)

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You were pretty sure he was no longer talking about desserts. You were pretty sure he was talking about another appetite that you’d heard speculation that he didn’t partake in. You were pretty sure you were losing your mind. 

“What circumstances?” You whisper as he dragged his thumb out of your mouth, dragging the pad against your lip again. 

“Should someone catch my eye and sufficiently hold my attention,” Someone, not something. There was no doubt in your mind what you were discussing now. “I may partake.” 

“Do,” You hesitated, before asking the question you hadn’t ever considered yourself. “Do you wish to partake tonight?” 

You hadn’t thought about Alastor in this way before and yet, it was like you were seeing him now, truly for the first time. He was a handsome man in his own terrifying way. Tall and lean, quiet confidence and sheer power radiated off of him. He was chaotic, driving those around him mad. 

“You make me wish to partake,” Alastor said, leaning into your space as you puzzled over what that could mean. Surely it was just for tonight. But if it was just for tonight, why would he have been sending you treats with the hope that you’d share? That you’d think of him? 

What did it all mean?

“Oh?” You whispered as you finally braved meeting his red eyes only to instantly find yourself captured by the way he looked at you, lids heavy and pupils blown. 

“May I?” Alastor’s other hand snaked around your waist, hovering, not quite touching but painfully close to doing so. “Partake, that is?” 

“Okay?” 

As soon as the whispered word left your mouth, his thumb dragged down your lip and chin. His fingers gripped your chin and pulled your face up as he stepped into the last of your space and leaned down. 

His smile never faltered, even as his lips closed and met yours. The miniscule distance between his arm and your waist disappeared in an instant as he held you to him.

Alastor lacked the bulk of muscle but you could feel the power thrumming through his body as your hand reached up, resting against his chest. You were far from a blushing virgin though you were also not the most promiscuous woman in hell and yet touching him felt scandalous. 

The way his tongue snaked out from between his lips, lapping the sticky sweet sugar his thumb left on your lips. Your mind was too preoccupied by the feeling of him licking the sugar up to question it when he took your hand from his chest. 

Shadows flickered, you didn’t know if they were real or a figment of your imagination playing images behind your eyelids. There was a shifting feeling, as if the world itself was somehow moving around you, under you. It felt somewhat like if you had been standing on a moving bus, eyes closed and trusting. Not exactly, that didn’t come close to the feeling but it was a start. It was as close as you would ever come to explaining the feeling.

“Forgive me, my dear. I did not wish to be observed.” He spoke softly, still standing suffocatingly close as you observed the room you found yourself over his shoulder.

A fireplace against the far wall gave off flickering warm light and heat that wasn’t needed yet was relaxing just the same. Thick carpet muffled your shuffling step but in the distance that thick carpet along with the rich red walls gave way to a landscape that looked so hauntingly human and yet was nothing you’d seen before. 

The portion of the room that was still a room was dark, save for the firelight and moonlight from where it gave way to the outdoors. It was magical and yet as disorienting as Alastor’s kiss or the way he had transported you there. 

“Where are we?” You ask, already knowing the answer but not really being able to understand how such a space could exist within the hotel. 

“My room,” Alastor answered, hooking your chin with the backs of the fingers he had wrapped around your hand, drawing your attention back to him, silently demanding once again that you pay attention to him. 

Alastor pulled you to him, pinning you against his body as his sharp teeth nipped at your lips. Reflexively, your tongue darted out, running over the stinging skin. The lingering sweet of the sugar still clings to her lips, mostly gone now.

Alastor guided her as his grinning lips worked down her jaw, tracing the sweet taste of sugar his fingers had left behind as he walked you back toward his bed. Sharp teeth nipped at your throat, leaving stinging lovebites that leaked drops of ruby red. 

No, Alastor didn’t care for desserts or sweets much at all but this was a flavor that had him humming in delight. The hint of sugar on your skin, the salt of you and the coppery taste of your blood made for a treat he would savor.

You weren’t sure when you wrapped your free arm around him, hand snaking up his back and clinging to his shoulder as he moved you through is space. The position you had found yourself could be mistaken for dancing, should anyone peek in on the room. 

The back of your knees hit the soft edge of his bed causing your balance, already teetering, to fail you. Alastor’s hand around your waist allowed him to control your decent, leading your back onto his bed while driving you forward with his lips. 

Reaching up, you ran your hands over his chest before working the buttons of his coat free. If this was going to be the only time you got to have Alastor, you intended to make the best of it. 

Slipping your hands under his coat, you take in the strong planes of his abdomen and chest, the way his muscles defined yet lean, moved as his lips worked down your neck. Slowly, you ran your hands up his shoulder before pushing the coat back, sending it down his back. 

Leaning back, Alastor freed his arms from the coat, tossing it blindly to a chair near by. You were entranced as he reached up, pulling his bowtie from his neck and sending it soaring too. Long fingers worked the first few buttons of his shirt free, exposing a tantalizing amount of his neck. 

It felt scandalous to see Alastor’s high collar undone. The way his chest and clavicles could just be glimpsed as he moved sent fire through you. It was silly, really. The man was still fully dressed and yet it felt to you like he had not a stich of clothing on. 

As he invaded your space again, driving you back with the intensity of his presence, you wanted nothing more than to reach up and touch him. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you from scooting away from him on instinct alone.

Your fingers grazed him before black wrapped around your wrists, pulling your arms up and back as you gasped in shock. 

“I said I wish to partake, not that you may.” Alastor said, wicked grin seeming to glow in the dim room. 

His hands were so strong on you as he resumed his work, nipping down until your soft night shirt blocks his progress. The fact that it was common knowledge that it was a favorite of yours didn’t stop him from gripping the fabric and using his nails to rip it apart. 

You hadn’t left your room with the intention of finding Alastor, or anyone else for that matter, for a romantic tryst and were far from dressed for it. There was no sexy lingerie for him to find under. There was no lacy bra. 

Just you, breasts on full display and core covered in a pair of shorts that would have otherwise been too short to wear around the hotel. You hadn’t intended anyone to see you but he was seeing far more of you than anyone had for a long time. 

You wanted to apologize or make excuses for your lack of preperation for his eyes. He was Alastor, after all, the great and powerful overlord who could have any woman on her knees for him if he showed an interest in having her. Your face was hot with the knowledge that you were so-

“Beautiful,” he said as he looked down at you, running sharp tipped fingers along the curves of your sides. 

You flinched away from the tickling touch, not able to go anywhere with your arms pinned above you. One of your legs was pinned by him when he had climbed up onto the bed, the other hanging limp and unsure what to do, any attempt to squirm away from him would result in you opening your legs up to him more or running your thigh and calf along his leg. 

“Beautiful,” He said again, this time you registered the word, his hands moving lower. Warm palms smoothed down your hips, finding your shorts and making quick work of them as well. 

“Alastor?” You wanted to touch him. You wanted to feel him, to see him like he was seeing you. 

“You have denied me, my dear.” He looked up at you from where he had been nipping his way down your chest, leaving red marks from his sharp teeth along the tender swell of your breasts. “Time and time again, you have denied me your treats. Are you going to deny me again?” 

“No?” Your breath caught in your throat as your head spun.

“Good girl,” He drew out the words, singing them slowly as he nipped the underside of your breast, nose nudging the pebble of your neglected nipple as again, a droplet of blood was lapped up by his tongue. 

His breath ghosted over your nipple, teasing it with the breeze as he exhaled a deep sigh through his nose. You arched into the feeling, his hands gripping around your ribcage, making you aware of just how much bigger than you he was in so many ways. 

He towered over many weaker demons and you were no exception to that. Long fingers caressed your back as the pads of his thumbs ran along the front of your ribs. In an instant, he could break your body if he wanted to, crush your ribcage by simply tightening his grip. 

Your life could be ended by his hand should he change his mind, there wasn’t a single goddamned thing you could do about it. That realization only served to stroke the fire his words had ignited. 

Pain was never something you would have said you were into before. The lovebites stung, sure but his teeth were so sharp that the sting came after each bite, as he licked up the bubbles of blood. As his sharp teeth scratched over the nipple he took into his mouth, you surprised yourself with the gasping moan that slipped from your throat. 

Long, dexterous tongue lapped at the nub, soothing every cutting scratch and erasing every trace of blood. 

“Beautiful and delicious,” Alastor mused as he made his way down your abdomen. 

Something cold and firm wrapped around your free leg, pulling it out from where it was resting against Alastor. A new wave of heat flooded through you as Alastor shifted his position, freeing your trapped leg and nestling his knees between them. A similar force grabbed ahold of the freed ankle and pulled, spreading you open before him. 

“You’re so timid.” He mused, fingers digging into your hips as you were spread even wider by black tentacles you had only ever seen cause carnage before. 

“Tell me what you want,” He ordered, red eyes looking into yours, “Tell me what you want to share with me.”

“Alastor?” You knew he knew, why should you have to say it? 

You’d been dancing around it. you’d been hinting at it. The idea of saying it explicitly terrified you. 

You watched as his eyes traced your face, neck, shoulders. They swept down your chest and up your arms. They were everywhere and yet he seemed unconcerned with taking in your core spread before him.

“Say it. Tell me,” His hands ran up your thighs, thumbs stretching to caress your inner thigh, coming so close to your heat as his fingers wrapped around the exteriors. “And perhaps we can reach a deal?” 

A deal. Alastor was a deal maker. Powerful. You needed to get yourself out of this situation. Whatever the hell was going on here, you needed to run away. You had no business making deals with Alastor, let alone while you were spread naked and wanting on his bed. 

This was a bad position to be in. He had all the power and you had nothing to offer him except what? Some treats? Your body?

His thumb came even closer, caressing the curve where your thighs met your lips. The contact had your heart stopping in your chest and your breath trapped in your lungs. 

“What is it your desire?” Alastor’s voice was thick with static, radio overlay cackling and distorting the sound. Colors seemed to invert, shadows grew and yet you couldn’t look away from him. The antlers atop his head grew, branching out. Colors snapped back to correct but now over saturated. The darkness was too deep. The reds too red. 

“You,” You breathe out, not even fully aware of what you were admitting. You should be terrified but need burned through you as the power, his power, surged around you. 

For all of eternity women have fallen at the feet of powerful men for a sip of what they could offer. For centuries, it had been the only way women could obtain any power for themselves. 

It turns out, you were no different. Sipping at the alter of power seemed to be ingrained in your very DNA. You had no hope of becoming powerful on your own but if you could just taste his power, just for a night, you would give anything. 

“And what will you give me?” Alastor said, joints shifting unnaturally as he towered over you, thumbs still caressing the edge of your lips even as he pulled your thighs further apart by the shadows handling your ankles.

“Me,” You said, fearing it wasn’t going to be enough. You would never be enough for him. There was no power within you that you could give him.

“For eternity.” Alastor said, eyes now black, red dials burning into you, green stichs standing out in vivid contrast to the black and red that made up all of him. “I shall have you for eternity?” 

“If you’ll have me?” You were gasping, feeling like you were being smothered by the raw power in the air as he leaned up your body, somehow doing so without shifting off his knees between your legs, “If you want me.” 

“You will be mine.” Alastor said, terrifying face close to yours’, “Your treats will be mine. Your body, mine. Your heart, mine. Your very soul, mine. You will share it with none. In exchange, you get me. Is it a deal?”

This was insanity. Madness. You knew better. He had asked for your soul. You don’t just sell your soul to get laid. He had asked for your heart. 

Your heart. 

And your soul. 

But, he had asked for your heart. 

“Why do you want my soul?” 

“For safe keeping.” Alastor’s breath washed over you, hot and moist. “To ensure none can take what is mine.”

“Yours?” You twitched, wanting to touch him even as the idea of giving your everything to him for a night terrified you. “Give you everything for eternity just to have you-” You gasped as the thing wrapped around your ankle snaked higher, caressing your knee. “For a night?”

“An eternity for an eternity,” Alastor offered, “That is the terms I am laying out. Do you accept?” 

“Deal,” You whispered and his lips crashed into yours as his expanded form seemed more likely to devour you than kiss you. 

Powered washed over you, flowed through you as the weight of a shackle settled against your neck. The chain attached to it pulled taught, drawing you to Alastor with what little ability you had to move as the back of the collar bit into your neck. 

As he kissed you, his body shifted, pressing you into the mattress before he shrank down to what you considered as his normal size. 

Your leg was pulled up by the knee wrapped in shadows, spreading you out even more. Your other ankle was pushed up, forcing your knee to buckle. As soon as you tried to use the freedom of movement this granted you to preserve any ounce of modesty, black wrapped around that knee as well and you were pulled wide open before red eyes that finally took your most intimint place in. 

“Beautiful,” Alastor remarked as his hands returned to your inner thighs, running up the expanse of exposed skin, savoring the contrast of it against his bloodstained hands. 

Your face was hot as you struggled to breathe through the way his eyes devoured your exposed sex. Slick already coated you, having begun to pool as you had been fed pastry ever so intimately in the kitchen. 

You could feel how much worse the situation was now. With your legs held so far open, there was nothing to obstruct Alastor’s view as you could feel a wave of slick slip from you as muscles clenched. 

His fingers caressed over you weeping hole, scooping up the slick on the pads of his fingers and held them up for you to see the evidence as he asked, “Why are you so wet?” 

You hid your face against your arm, unable to take the power of his eye contact any longer. There was no part of his physical body touching you in that moment and you weren’t sure if that was better or worse. 

“What has your body so excited already? Tell me.” When you failed, instead trying to hide in shame, Alastor demanded you use your words or he would leave you as you were for however long it took. There was not an ounce of doubt in you that he would follwo through with the threat. 

“You,” You tripped over the simple word. 

“But I’ve hardly touched you?” Alastor teased, bringing his hand closer and closer to your face, ensuring you can smell your arousal on his fingertips . 

“You’ve been touching me,” You struggled to force the words out, unsure if he was teasing you, torturing you or actually unaware of the impact his actions had on you. 

“Wonderful,” Alastor said, leaning back and running his long tongue over his slick covered fingers. Could he taste the sugar on his fingers in addition to the taste of you? The question drew a shameful moan from your throat regardless of the fact that he was only touching you with shadows.

“How terribly rude of me!” His voice was bright and cheery, as if wasn’t kneeling between your spread legs, body on display. “I chastise you for not sharing and here I am, keeping a treat all to myself. Where have my manners gone?” 

He shifted, supporting his weight over you with a hand on the mattress close enough to your ribs for you to feel the warmth of him yet not touching you. Bringing his fingers, still coated in the slick he had scooped up to your lips as if he was offering a taste of some treat. 

It was lewd. Never had you found yourself one to even think about tasting yourself. It wasn’t something that interested you in the past. You turned your head as he presented his fingers closer. 

The slippery pad of his fingers ran along your lower lip. When you failed to open to him willingly, cringing away instead, he forced his fingers into your mouth. His sharp nails pinched and cut your lips in the process causing you to gasp and make his task all the more easier. 

“You will take what I offer you.” He said simply as he caressed your tongue with the pads of his first and middle fingers. The taste of you wasn’t terrible. Hesitantly, you ran your tongue over his fingers, twisting around them.

“Good girl.” He praised, voice warm and musical as his fingers pushed deeper into your mouth. “When did it start?”

“Wha?” It was difficult to form the question with his fingers, sweet from sugar and you in your mouth. 

“When did your body start preparing itself for me?” Leaning down, Alastor swept his tongue over your bleeding lips, groaning at the taste after he withdrew his fingers. You had finally been given the ability to clearly speak only to to have him suffocate your ability to think with his presence. 

“Was it my lips on your skin? The feeling of my kiss?” He teased, voice musical. 

“No,” You were not sure where this night was going to go, you couldn’t even be sure what Alastor was going to do with your body as he tormented you. He teased you with his words and his eyes more than anything else. 

“Was it my hands, ripping your pathetic simple clothes?” 

“No,” You couldn’t look away from the red of his eyes. 

“Was it my shadows? Gripping you? Spreading you? Presenting you?”

“No,” Your voice was little more than a whine as you tried and failed to struggle free from his grasp. 

“What was it?” Alastor demanded, stattic growing. “Tell me.”

“From the start.” You whined when he demanded elaboration, “Feeding me. The sugar on your fingers. The look in your eyes. From the start.” 

“Interesting,” Alastor leaned back, pulling the warmth of his body away from you as he seemed to work over the information. 

You flushed under his eyes, unable to read him. You wanted him to want you but fuck, did he even? Was this just a game? A way to pass the night?

The shadows wrapped around your legs crept up your thighs, wrapping around your waist and pulling your lower body up into the air. Blood rushed to your head before your arms were hoisted up as well, leaving you suspended and spread in the air. 

Right in front of Alastor. 

Your hair hung loose from your head as your neck strained to hold your head up to allow you to look down your body and into his eyes. It was impossible to look away as his large palms ran up your inner thighs, long fingers caressing you slowly as he inched forward, eyes locked on yours. 

His hot breath fanned over you, making your heart beat faster in your chest. It felt like it took forever for him to inch forward and then, when the distance was closed it was far too much. Alastor’s tongue swiped up your spread folds, scooping up slick greedily as he groaned at the taste. 

“And to think,” Alastor spoke while making what felt like aggressively violent eye contact, “This was yet another treat you’d been denying me.” 

You moaned at his words as he turned his attention back to your cunt, spread in front of him as if it was an offering placed at an alter. His tongue was dexterous and long as it snaked into your hole, lapping at the source of your slick as if it was a dessert prepared just for him. 

And perhaps it was. 

The weight of your head was too much for your neck to support while distracted by the warm pleasure granted by his mouth as he sipped from the source. His nose bumped against your clit as you struggled against the shadows that held your legs and hips in the air, a sharp gasp fell from your lips before you could stop it.

Alastor hummed as he shifted his attention, tongue leaving your core empty as it sought a new target. He poked at and caressed the sensitive nub that drew such lovely gasps from your lips. Sucking and blowing, he teased the little nub every way he could think of as he studied each of your reactions, searching for the stimulation that would send you soaring under his touch. 

You trembled under his touch as his hands rubbed your thighs, caressing your hips and up your back as if the black tentacle wrapped around you didn’t exist. Lightening and fear lit up your brain as you felt the flat backs of his nails run over your folds before a sharp tipped finger pushed inside. 

You had no doubt that he could rip your inner walls with no effort at all. 

“Trust me,” He demanded and you wanted to. Hell, you had no choice but to and yet it still took time to relax as he worked the finger inside you. 

Warm lips and sharp teeth returned to your clit, making it hard to focus on the threat of his nail and not the pleasure he was drawing from you. A second deadly finger pushed inside, drawing a true moan from you that earned a chuckle from Alastor in return. 

Your neck hurt from the weight of your head hanging limply. Muscles tensed and bunched as you fought to chase the stimulation. Every touch felt sharp and pushed you closer to that cliff within you. 

And then there was nothing. 

No fingers. 

No tongue.

No touch.

Nothing. 

Alastor leaned back and watched as you clenched around nothing at all, smile wide as he asked, “What do you want?” 

You groaned, struggling as the shadows lowered you. 

“Please?” You didn’t want to beg. Hell, you shouldn’t have to beg. It was a part of the deal. He said you could have him. In your eagerness, you had failed to iron out the details of what having him meant. His idea of giving himself to you may not have anything in common with yours, you realized with a cold shock. 

“Please what?” Alastor hummed, wiping your slick from his face with the palm of the hand that hadn’t been bullying your walls. 

“I want you.” Fuck it, you’d beg. How could you not when he looked at you so intently, palm hiding the smile you knew lived on his face. “Please. You said I could have you.”

“You’ve had me.” Alastor chuckled as he continued to not touch you. “You’ve had my mouth. You’ve had my fingers even! That’s more than anyone’s had in a rather long time.” 

“I want-” 

“You didn’t stipulate what you wanted me to give you, my darling.” Alastor grinned wider as you whined. “It appears that it’s your lucky night however!” 

Alastor’s belt clinked as the shadow’s lowered you the rest of the way to the bed. He whipped the belt free from the loops with such force that it snapped as he sent it flying with a dramatic swing of his arm. 

Your fingers twitched as you watched him unbutton his pants. Freeing him from his clothes was a task you wanted to see to. You wanted to indulge in the process of stripping him as bare as you were. You wanted to feel his skin under your hands as you pushed the shirt from his shoulders, as you freed his cock from the confines of his pants. 

“Something the matter?” You hadn’t realized you were whining, whimpering soft pleas of ‘please’ as you watched him. 

“I want to touch you.” You admitted shamelessly.

He hummed for a moment, eyes cast toward where the ceiling gave way to the illusion of a night sky before snapping down to yours, “No.”

“No?” You were sure you had to have heard him wrong. You had to have heard him wrong. 

“No,” He said as if that explained everything as he pulled his straining cock from where his pants had been strangling it. 

Alastor climbed over you, cock in hand as he drew his face closer to yours. Arching your back, you tried to touch him in any way you could with what little movement you could manage as he slowly stroked a dark hand along his length, thumb swiping over the red tip. Not one part of you was able to touch him. 

“Please? Please, Alastor. Please?” 

“You beg so prettily.” Alastor said, red eyes drowning you in a sea of fire. “Do you need me?” 

“Yes.” Shame was long gone, you didn’t know her anymore. 

“I should make you wait.” He threatened, kissing you softly in contrast. “I should make you long for a taste of what I can offer you as you have had the gall to do to me. I should make you mad with longing, as you did to me. I should drive you to the edges of sanity for a simple consideration, as you did to me.”

“I need you,” You begged, terrified that he would leave you unfulfilled as you had been unknowingly doing to him. You whimpered it with ever accusation, a pea of need and a longing for mercy.

God, what did his words mean? You hadn’t intended to do that to him. Fuck, you couldn’t even begin to say how you had done it. How had you captured his gaze? His attention? His longing? 

His words sounded dangerously close to obsession. 

“Good,” He said, grinning down at you. 

“I want to see you,” A gasp slipped from you as he ran the head of his cock along your slit, head of his cock bulling your clit as he swiped up, coating himself in slick with each pass. 

“You are seeing me,” Alastor knew damn well what you meant, “You’re seeing as much of me as you need to.” 

“I want more,” Tears gathered in your eyes and one had the audacity to trace a path slowly down your face.

“No,” Leaning into you, he licked up the salty trail from your face as he pushed himself inside painfully slowly. The feeling of his soft tongue on your face contrasted with the silky steel of his cock as he inched deeper and deeper inside. 

He didn’t give you time to adjust. There was no teasing. Alastor didn’t hesitate or pause to see how much of him your smaller body could take.

He simply kept pushing forward even as he grinned down at you, demanding you take all of him. You moaned, arching as he filled you, stretching to try and somehow make room for his considerable length as pain tinged the pleasure. Your teeth bit at your lip as you tried to choke off the sound of your whimpered moans. 

You wanted more contact. You needed it. Yet there was nothing you could do to obtain anymore. The only point of contact between you and Alastor was his cock pushing inside one inch at a time. 

He was long and thick, not overly so but fitting his body well. That worried you. His body was larger than yours by a good amount and that looked perfectly reasonable on him felt monstrous inside you. 

Tentacles shifted, pulling your body taught as you neared the end of what you thought you could take. He kept giving though until his hips kissed your body and a delicious pain tinged the stretch.

“Good girl,” Alastor praised, smile tight. “I knew you could take all of me,” He said as if he had given you a choice. 

He bumped his hips against yours hard, taking delight in the moan that fell from your lips at the harsh nudge of his head against your cervix. Pulling out just as slowly as he had pushed in, you squirmed as you tried to get more. 

He paused, head just kissing your soaked opening and admired the shine of your slick coating him. It was a mess and he found the way it spread onto his trousers to be distasteful but that was alright, for now. They could be cleaned. 

“So needy,” He mused as he leaned over you again, bracing for a moment before slamming into you only to pause, fully seated in your warmth. 

“Am I touching you enough yet?” Alastor loomed over you again, fucking you and yet not. 

“More,” You wanted to scream from the frustration.

“I’ve got you stretched around me,” He pulled out slowly as he spoke, only to once again harshly slam his way home. “So tightly. There’s nowhere I am not reaching.” 

He was right but still, you begged for more.

“So greedy,” Alastor tsked in mock disappointment as he fell into a slow rhythm.

Shadows lifted your hips as he rose up onto his knees, changing the angle of his trusts. Strong hands wrapped around your hips as he picked up his pace, each thrust punctuated with the harsh slam of his hips into you. 

“Are you happy now?” He teased, running his hands along your sides as he fucked into you still too slowly. “I’m touching you more.” 

More. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Well?” His eyes burned into you. “Use your pretty little words and tell me.” 

“More?” You wanted to hate how pathetic you sounded, whining for more of his touch, to be granted more pleasure by him but you couldn’t manage to draw the shame to the surface. 

“More?” Alastor laughed, his body shifting to fold over you as he blocked out your view of the ceiling, not that you’d been able to take your eyes from him for more then fleeting moments. “More what?”

“More touch,” You moaned as he thrust into you harder. “Please, touch me more. Let me,” 

Alastor’s shadows let go of your legs and hips. He thrust into you as your hips fell to the bed with the force of his hips hitting yours. You struggled against the shadows around your wrists but gained no ground there. 

At least your legs had been freed. You ran them up and down his hips and legs. It was maddening how good it felt to feel him under the smoothe fabric of his trousers. Greedy, that’s what you knew he’d call you as you squeezed at his hips with your thighs, trying to expose some more of him, desperate for the feel of his skin.

“You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” Alastor leaned back and wrapped one of your thighs in his strong hand. 

As if it took no effort at all, he pulled your leg up to stretch up his torso, ankle hooking over his shoulder near his neck. You could feel the flex of his muscles with each thrust. 

He allowed his grip on your thigh to slacken as he pulled from you, cock dragging against your walls each time. His hand not clutching your leg rested on your abdomen and fuck, you could feel the pressure of his hand from inside with each thrust.

“Greedy little doll,” Alastor ran his tongue along your calf as he pushed harder down against your soft body. 

The pressure made every punishing thrust of his cock into you all the more intense. Your arms hurt from how they were stretched out over your head, joints pulled tight every time he pulled you to match his thrusts.

“I give you an ounce of freedom and what do you do with it?” Teeth scraped against your calf, “You try to take more even as I’m giving your cunt exactly what you need.”

“Need,” You parroted the only word that made sense to you as he drove you closer to the edge. “Need to touch you. Need more.” 

“I’ll give you more,” Alastor’s teeth sank into your calf, cutting deep.

Oh, that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. You should have been screaming out in pain as blood gushed into Alastor’s mouth, spilling from the corners as he drank greedily from the wound. 

You didn’t scream though. No, what came spilling from your lips pulled Alastor’s into a bloody smile, smearing red against your skin. 

Ultimately, it was the look in his eyes and your blood on his lips that pushed you to the edge of the cliff. You were so wet. The sound of wet squelching was the music your moans sang along to. 

Alastor groaned, adding his voice to the chorus of carnal music your bodies danced to. Slapping skin was the beat he played your body to and now, the greatest part of your song was approaching. 

“Alastor,” His name was stuttered, broken as it fell from your mouth and oh, how he liked the way that sounded as you repeated it.

“Yes?” He looked down at you with eyes that you would have sworn was lit from within. You couldn’t look away, “You’re close, I can feel you.” 

Red eyes. Blood smeared lips. His hand pushed harder into you, ensuring the head of his cock bullied your sweet spot with each sharp thrust in. The bed creaked under you with the increasing force of his thrusts. 

“Didn’t I tell you?” He chuckled, “That I’d give you exactly what you need? I’d touch you, just how you need to come undone on my cock?” 

“Oh fuck,” You struggled to keep focus anywhere. Your eyes roamed him, hardly under your control. Red lips. Bloodstained hand gripping your thigh, nails cutting trails you didn’t even feel as you were driven closer and closer to the edge. 

“What do you need?” He said, filter flickering in and out of his voice as static grew around you. If asked, you’d say the static was caressing your skin though how that was possible, you’d have no idea. 

“You,” He felt so good, it was hard to think. 

“Fuck,” you pulled against the shadows as he laughed at you.

“Need to touch,” You begged as static seemed to rise and fall around you with every brutal thrust. “Please. Please, Al- Alastor, Please. I want to, I need to touch you. Please.” 

Tears were falling from your eyes, sparkling in the dim light of the room as Alastor leaned in, pushing your leg toward your chest. He reached deeper with each of his thrusts now, the head of his cock bullying your cervix harshly.

Blood dripped onto your chest from the wound on your calf but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. He was so close now, folding you in half. You could feel the warmth of his body, so close and yet you could only touch him how he allowed, where he pressed his body into you. 

“I suppose,” He said after a hum, broken by nearly inaudible groan as your core fluttered around him with promise, “Since you’ve begged so prettily.” 

The shadows around your body dematerialized, turning to smoke as your arms sagged. The joints ached, from wrist to shoulder, it felt like they creaked as they moved. Yet you didn’t hesitate for a moment as your palms went to his arms.

Strong arms covered in well worn, soft fabric supported him. The muscles hidden from view felt strong as steel under your touch. 

“Is that what you wanted?” Alastor’s face was so close to yours now, you were drowning in him. 

“Yes, God, yes.” Close. You were so close now. His chest was firm and you wanted so badly to slip the buttons free. The idea of exposing more of him alone was near enough to send you feral, not that you had enough space or power to act on it. 

“I am your God here.” Blasphemous words fell from his blood tinged lips. “I am your God now. Only me.” 

He shifted his weight to one arm, large palm freed to run up your chest, smearing the spilled blood, only to wrap frighteningly tight around your throat. This shouldn’t turn you on as much as it did. The moan that spilled from your lips felt like it was born in your core, the sound rich and deep.

“Say it.” He shifted, rubbing his pubic bone and the hair that cushioned his cock against your clit, providing stimulation that had been missing for so long. “Say it and I’ll let you cum undone on my cock. Say it and I’ll give you the privilege of touching me while I...” 

Radio filter dropped in and out as he spoke, each dip in the filter was met with a caressing rise of the static, as if to try and distract you from the sound of his naked voice. 

“Oh my G-” You choked the word off even as his hand tightened around your throat. “Fuck, Alastor.” 

Lips kissed your shoulder as he leaned into you more, folding you even tighter. Sharp nips and soft kisses traced your jaw, just above where his fingers gripped. 

“Again,” He demanded, nipping your jaw as you tightened around him, dancing on the edge of a loaded spring. 

You ran your hands up his chest, along his shoulders as he demanded you say his name, that you call him a God. You held onto his shoulder for dear life- dear afterlife? Fuck, you couldn’t think. 

Finally, as your hand trailed up the back of his neck, you were rewarded with the feeling of skin under your hand. Soft skin burned under your fingers. The short hairs of his undercut were soft under your finger tips.

“Please, Alastor. Fuck, my god. You, you’re my god. Whatever you want. Please, please.”

You hadn’t expected him to kiss you but he cut your pleas off with his lips. He fucked you hard and fast, pounding you into the mattress without mercy as you tasted your blood on his tongue. 

Each time his hips slammed into you, he ground himself into your clit. 

“Mine,” He whispered as a perfectly placed thrust sent you flying off the cliff. 

You moaned deeply as you fluttered around him. Your legs pushed against the immovable wall that was Alastor as his name fell from your lips in a unholy prayer. 

“Mine.” He said again, voice naked as his power swelled around him. Shadows danced. Static swelled as dim lights flickered then died, leaving them cast in firelight alone. 

You could feel him twitch inside you as he slammed home with such force as to knock the air right out of your lungs. His grip flexed around your neck as he bit down on your lip, spilling blood into your mouth that he eagerly lapped up. 

“Mine,” He whispered, a look you could only describe as insane dancing in his eyes as he looked down at you. You struggled to take a breath as he twitched, the last spurts of his seed deposited deep inside of you. 

You gasped his name as he licked up the trail of blood that had run down your lip and jaw. 

“Mine and, ma chérie-” He said again. For the first time, true fear that you had made a deadly mistake in your hasty deal, “I do not share.” 

~~~~~<3

Tag list: @the-shark-named-sharon, @intensityofchaos, @xalygator, @sirens-and-moonflowers, @chibistar45

I’m a sucker for shower smutty scenes and this was the best🥵🥵❤️🥰

Steamy Situations 18+ (Alastor x reader)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adults only Warnings: Smut. It's shower smut. Female bodied reader. Careful with your shower sex.

Summary: You're hot and bored and your husband is busy working. If only there was a way you could distract him, get some of his attention and cool off. PS: https://discord.gg/q8kqx7ss is an Alastor server a friend of mine started and https://discord.gg/HeEbAHju is a vox server another friend of mine started. More friends are always nice to have <3

~~~~~<3 He had been slouched over his fucking desk for hours, working away at scripts for the next week’s broadcasts. They were perfect, probably had been for a while but when he was stressed, the perfectionist came out in full force. 

The summer heat and humidity had sweat sticking to your skin. Though the curtains were closed all day to keep the harsh sun from warming the house any more than possible, it was hot. 

The silk of your slip clung to your back as you crossed the room, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. If you were hot and grimy feeling, he had to be too. 

He huffed at the interruption, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he mumbled, not looking up from the pages in his hands. 

“I didn’t-” 

“Don’t lie to me,” he set the papers down with a huff. “Can I do something for you?”

“I need a shower,” you said, running your palm up the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the short curls that had grown wild with the humidity.

“Take one?” He leaned back into your touch as tension slipped from his shoulders. 

“You need one as well.” Your thumb rubbed at the drop of sweat rolling down the side of his neck.

“It would appear so,” He said with a laugh, shifting to face you. “Do you have something in mind, my dear?” 

“Well,” you slipped into the space between his torso and the desk that had been newly opened up, “If you need a shower and I need a shower, we should both take a shower.”

“Good thing we have two showers!” Alastor’s grin was wide as you struggled against the urge to roll your eyes again. 

“Or,” you drew out the word as you ran your hand up his chest, “We could take one together.” 

“How scandalous.” He sounded anything but scandalized as he patted your thigh, light reflecting off the simple gold wedding band. “Let’s get on with it then.” 

~~~~~<3

You had innocent intentions, stepping into the bathroom. Honest. 

It’s just, when you saw his warm tan skin under the running water, sending the shampoo down the valleys and dips between his strong muscles, you found yourself feeling rather jealous. 

You hadn’t even intended for this to happen. One moment his shampoo was running down his chest and the next it was your hands. Soft, water cooled skin over firm muscles that spoke of how hard her worked to maintain the property jumped and twitched under your touch. 

The water wasn’t hot but it wasn’t cold either, being somewhere comfortably between to soothe away the heat. It did nothing to cool the heat quickly building between you as his hands went to rest on your hips. His frame blocked the spray of the water, mist fanning out around him, catching the light in a way that made it look like he was glowing. 

“What?” 

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper, hands running up his water cooled skin to pull him to you. 

Standing on your tip toes, you trusted him to hold you steady as you slotted your lips over his. Strong hands wrapped around your hips, thumbs tracing circles over wet skin as your naked front pressed against his. Water running over his shoulder filled what little gaps there were between you. 

With a sigh, he pulled his lips from yours only to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw, “Thank you, my Dear. I am but nothing in the face of the beauty you possess.” 

“You flirt,” you tease, softly slapping his wet shoulder. 

“Hardly,” his chuckle seemed to bounce off the walls of the small room, wrapping you up in it as much as you were wrapped in his arms as Alastor croons, “Your beauty transcends even the brightest of flowers” Alastor croons. 

Your protest died on your lips as his warm tongue ran along your neck, dragging higher until his lips pulled your ear lobe between his teeth. You arch in his arms, trying to put space between you. His thighs were pressed against yours, member twitching to life against you as you half heartedly tried to wiggle out of your husbands arms.

“You’re not slippery enough to get away from me yet,” Alastor teased, arms tightening around you and holding you flush against him.

“Alastor,” you whined as one hand run lower, grabbing a palmful of your ass, “We’re in the shower, stop it’s-”

“Indecent?” Alastor teased, pushing her against the cold wet tile of the wall. “Scandalous, even?” 

“Yes,” your voice was weak as he looked down at you, cock pressing up against your thigh.

“Was it not you,” Alastor’s fingers slipped over wet skin, running up your ribs to cup a breast. Skilled fingers pinched and pulled at your nipple, “who disturbed me at my work with this indecent idea? Wishing to shower together?” 

“Yes?” 

Whimpering, you struggled to keep yourself from sliding down the wall. Alastor’s strong thigh pressed between your knees, pushing until they parted under the pressure. You had no choice but to yield until his thigh pressed tightly against your core, ensuring you would remain standing.

“And now? HA! Now you expect me to keep my mind on something other than having my wife’s wet,” He kissed your shoulder as he pressed his thigh against your slit with every word that followed, “naked, soft, inviting body on full display?” 

“Alastor, I didn’t-” 

“Don’t lie to me,” Alastor pulled your hips forward, grinding your cunt against his thigh. “You think I can’t feel your slick? I know that’s not water. I’m going to give you exactly what you wanted.” 

The dark promise in his voice had your core clinching against nothing. Delicate muscles twitched as a soft moan fell from your lips. Blunt nails ran down your sides as he smiled down at you. Fingers dug into the fat at your thighs as he simultaneously lifted you off your feet and pinned your hips against the wall. 

On reflex, you wrapped your legs around him. Shower spray pelted your legs as you struggled to grip his wet body. His hands seemed to have no issue holding onto you though. 

He ran his cock through your folds, gathering the slick and lubricating himself. Each pass over your clit had you arching, gasping and rocking into him as you sought more friction. There wasn’t much you could do though, pinned to the shower wall as you were. It was just how he wanted you, at his mercy. 

“Alastor,” you whined his name. 

“Just hold onto me,” he said as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. You tensed in his arms. “Just relax, this is what you wanted.” 

He breached your entrance slowly. You spread around the fat head of his cock little by little as the unrelenting pressure left your body no choice. Pleasurable pain spread through you as he sank deeper and deeper within you. He was large and your body struggled to accommodate him without preparations. 

A shuddering ran up his spine as he bottomed out, forcing you to take all of him in one long slow thrust. Unstretched and unprepared, your body gripped him, walls fluttering around his cock as they strained to accommodate his considerable size.

You clung to him, arching in his arms as he chuckled against your shoulder. His body was burning against yours in contrast with the cold wet tile. It felt good. 

Rocking his hips, he worked his cock through your walls, ensuing you were spread over ever bit of him, taking all he had inside your walls as if there had been any doubt before. You gasped and twitched with ever shift of him inside you. Once he felt you had relaxed enough, he upped slowly from your body, holding you in place with his hands. 

Though his entrance and withdraw had been slow, what followed was anything but. He plunged inside you with such speed and force that your lower back slammed against the tile. He held you in place as his hips slammed into you again and again. 

You could do nothing but hold onto him and hope the water didn’t cause his feet to slip or you to slide out of his grip. Again and again, the head of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust. 

Gasps turned into moans as he shifted your hips and his, letting the head of his cock rub against the spongy nerves that caused your cunt to flood with slick anew. Your fingers slipped over his shoulders, nails struggling to find grip before winding into his hair. Numb fingers pulled at his wet hair, his broken name all you can say as the coil inside you begins to tighten under his expert touch. 

“So tight,” you can feel his lips move against your neck as he fucks into you savagely. 

“Alas… Alastor,” your head falls back against the tile with a thump that you don’t feel. You’re so close now, so very close. No longer can you feel the cooling spray of the water or the tile. The sound of the shower is lost to you.

All you can feel is your husband’s body pressed against you, the grip he has on your thighs and his cock slamming into you again and again. All you can hear is his breath washing over you, soft praises whispered between moans and the music of his wet body meeting yours. 

With each powerful thrust, you could feel the twitch of his cock against your cervix. He was as close as you were. Knowing that you had the power to reduce the great radio host to rutting into you in the shower sent a thrill through you that was enough to push you over.

Your body clamped down around him as you came undone in his arms. The pull of your cunt trying to suck his cock deeper inside drew a long deep moan from him as his pace grew sloppy. A handful of thrusts later and he slammed himself inside, teeth latching onto your shoulder painfully tight as he tried to stifle moan that always came with his release. 

Rutting his hips into your twitching cunt to continue to stimulate himself, he refused to separate as his cock twitched and spasmed inside, seed shooting to paint your cervix with his essence and claim. 

As both your breathing calmed and he slowly began to soften, you unhooked your ankles from behind his back. His grip went slack, letting you stand on weak legs as his cock slipped out of you, leaving you feeling empty and sore but satisfied. At least for now. 

Alastor hummed as you settled against his chest, arms holding him in a light embrace. There was comfort in the sound of the popular tune and the sound of the shower spray. His strong hands rubbed suds into your body, lulling you further into relaxation. He washed your hair with tender care before allowing you to assist him with his own cleaning. 

Sitting you on the edge of the tub, he dried you with the same tender care. No one would believe he was the same man that so roughly, so quickly took you in the shower. As he rubbed the water from your hair, he tilted your head up and placed a soft chase kiss upon your sleepy lips. 

“I love you,” he said, smile as soft as his words. 

“I love you, too.” 

“Let’s get you to bed my Dear, so I can get back to work.” 

~~~~~<3 TagList: @catticora, @alastor-simp

Sudden Attraction❤️‍🔥 - Alastor x Female Reader (18+)

❥WARNINGS: NSFW. 18+ (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE)

❥Summary: A small gift from Rosie leads to unexpected events.

❥Tags: Alastor x fem reader, 18+, aphrodisiac, first time, romance, smut, biting, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mentions of tentacles, fluff with smut, aftercare, friends to lovers, rosie knows what she is doing, NSFW

❥Notes: Fun fact- Deers are very attracted to the scent of certain fruits like apples and acorns, and also vanilla. THIS IS 4K WORDS, LETS GO!

**Rosie's Emporium**

"Y/N!! Have you finished stacking the shelves?" Rosies voice had called out for you, causing you to move behind the shelf to look for her. "Yes, Miss Rosie." Calling back out to the cannibal overlord, you finished putting the last box on the shelf, stepping back to admire your work. Your name was Y/N, and you were a sinner demon in hell. You had arrived to the Pride ring a couple months ago, and your first destination was the Hazbin Hotel. A chance of redemption was a bit skeptical to you when you arrived, but maybe it could be possible, so it seemed like the best idea and it was. Charlie was a little ball of sunshine in a dark place, wish wasn't what you expected to find in Hell. She had taken you in the minute you knocked on the door, introducing you to the other residents. It was quite a group when you first saw them, but at least they weren't planning to kill you, yet you hoped.

It took a couple awkward handshakes, but you were able to calmly introduce yourself. The last person to meet particularly stood out from the rest. He was a staggering 7ft tall man. His red pinstripe suit and black pants suited him well, along with his monocle. The cane he carried with him was a microphone, which you noticed right away. His smile was wide enough to put the Joker to shame, it was so enlarged that you kept staring, but quickly turned away as it was rude to stare. He bent down at the waist, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss on it, "Salutations, my deer. I am Alastor. I trust you will have a splendid time staying here at the Hazbin Hotel." It took a bit for you to calm down from his sudden act, before smiling at him, saying it was nice to meet him and that you will enjoy staying here. That small meet later turned into a full on friendship. The both of you quickly hit it off, which still baffled the other residents as given Alastors background in hell, it seemed shocking that he could make friends with anyone, including you. You did find out over time about the power Alastor possessed and how feared he was in hell, but that wasn't gonna stir you away from him, because there was more to him that met the eye.

He was kind enough to put in a good word for you with Rosie, as you felt you needed to work, since staying at the hotel made you feel guilty that you were doing anything to pitch in, honestly you couldn't keep relying on Charlie to pay for everything. Rosie was not what you expected, being the cannibal overlord in the Cannibal Town of hell. She was very gracious and motherly, having squealed when she first met you, and hugging you sweetly. She hired you within a second, offering you a decent pay and reasonably hours to work, as you still had to help a bit at the hotel plus attend Charlies meetings. Rosie made her way over to the shelf, placing her hands on her hips in satisfaction. "Oh splendid work, my sweet." Her lips drew into a sharp-tooth smile, giving you a loving pat on the head. "Thank you. Now is there anything else you would like for me to do?" Rosie smiled, placing her hand on your back, signifying you to move closer to store exit. "Well my sweet, everything is already spick and span at the moment, plus it shouldn't be a busy day today, so your free to take the rest of the day off." You widen your eyes, shaking your head back and forth, "Oh no! I can't do that! I'm pretty sure there are other thin-" Your mouth stopped working, as Rosie placed her hands on your cheeks, cooing at you like a mom would to her child. "Ah ah ah, I will not take no for an answer." Her kind eyes were gazing at you, to which you dropped your head in a nod.

Rosie let your face go, and moved to an area behind the curtain where the desk was. She came back holding an envelope and a small little bottle. "Here you are my sweet, your paycheck. Also here is a little gift from me for being such an adorable little worker." She handed you the envelope and bottle. It was a small ruby shaped bottle, with a small flower design attached to it

"Go on, give yourself a little spritz" Rosie urged you. Taking the top off, lifted the bottle to your neck, allowing the contents to spray onto you. The scent of crispy red apples, mixed with a small ounce of vanilla filled your nostrils. There was a hint of something nutty in it too, but you couldn't place what it was. You inhaled the scent, letting out a delightful hum. "Thank you, Miss Rosie, it smells amazing." Rosie smiled wider and gave you a hug. "Aww I knew you would love it. Now run along sweetie. Go enjoy the rest of your day off." Rosie let you go and began to pushed you towards the door. Once you were outside, you turned and waved at Rosie, which she returned with a smile and closed the emporium doors.

**At The Hazbin Hotel**

"Hey guys! I'm back!" Calling out, you closed the hotel doors, as you made your way to the hotel lobby. Husk gave you a small wave, before going back to cleaning the glasses at the bar. Charlies head had peaked out from the meeting room/living room of the hotel, shooting you a vibrant smile, "Oh Y/N, your back early?" Moving closer to where she was, you explained that Rosie allowed you to have the rest of the day off. Charlie seemed exuberant at that, before going back to finish the bonding activity with the others. Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Vaggie and Niffty were seated on the couch or floor, turning for a second to give you a quick smile before focusing back on Charlie. A wave of static had appeared next to you, and before you knew it, a hand had placed itself on your hip, pulling you closer to the source. Turning your head up, it was none other then the radio demon itself, staring down at you with his signature smile. "Your back quite early, my dear." Alastor had moved his head closer to yours, while his hand was still positioned on your hip. This was odd, was your first thought, as Al wasn't very the touch-feely kinda guy, but he was always the one to invade other peoples space, so you took it as him just being silly. "Oh Hi Al. Yeah, Rosie allowed me to leave early since it wasn't very busy today." A small smile appeared on your face, as you then turned your head back to the group.

A quiet hum was all that come out of Al, and he continued to remain silent as the both of you looked on at the others performing some exercise that Charlie urged them to do. The location of his hand still remained where it was, and once in a while it would move up and down, sometimes pinching a bit, but not enough for it to be painful. Questions flooded your mind as it seemed quite bizarre that he was keeping you so close. Turning your head to look at him, Al motioned his eyes down towards yours, while his head drew to a small tilt. "Ummm Al, you can let go now." His body became stiff, as he was stunned by what you said. He quickly realized where his hand was and placed it behind his back along with his other arm. "AH! Apologies my dear. My mind must have slipped from me!" Wow, this was the first time you had actually seem him be apologetic towards anyone, not only that but his cheeks were a small shade of pink, before it quickly disappeared as if it were magic. "It's alright. Do you want to join the others?" Your head motioned towards the others. Alastor smiled back and began to head with you to sit with the others.

**Nighttime-Your Bedroom**

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Your mind was going crazy, and it was all Al's fault. He was being more touchy with you now and he continued to follow you everywhere you went. After that whole hip incident, he would find other opportunities to touch you. During the exercise that Charlie was conducting, he had placed his hand on yours that was laying on the couch. Then when you were fixing a small snack for yourself, he had popped up next to you and began to slowly wove his hands into your hair, playing with the strands, making you very flustered. The icing on the cake was when the gazes he would give you wherever he went. They were locked on you, hungry for you, piercing your soul. It would have frightened you, but something about it made your knees weak. "Sighhhhhh.........." Flopping your back against your bed, you tried to navigate your thoughts, wondering why the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. Was he angry about something? Did you make a joke that went to far or was it something else. Coming to a decision, your feet made contact with the floor and began to head to the deer demons room.

Fidgeting with your hands, you stood in front of the door that connected to Al's room. Calming your nerves, you knocked on Alastors door, "Hey Al, its me. Can I talk to you for a second?" A few seconds went by and the door opened to reveal Alastor, smiling widely, crimson pupils gazing down at you. "Evening, my dear. May I inquire what it is you need to talk about?" You looked off to the side before looking back at Al saying it was about some things that had occurred today. Alastor continued to stand at the door before turning around, which was a good hint that it was okay to come inside. Entering inside, your eyes look at the pocket dimension he made before looking back at Al, who's back was facing you. "Listen Al, I noticed you have been acting different today and wanted to know is something wr-" *BANG!* Before you could register what happened, Alastor had slammed his hands against the door, pinning you to it, as he blocked you from escaping. "Evil chuckle.....SoMeThINg iS VEry WrOnG, DaRLIng!" His voice was breaking, static going in and out when he was talking. Shocked by what was happening, you peered up at Al and gasped. His cheeks were coated a deep red, sweat dripping all over his face. His smile seemed wobbly, while his red pupils were now heart-shaped. "Are you okay?" Concerned for him, you tried to touch his cheek, only for your hands to be grab by his, and placed against the door.

"This is the first time in all of my existence I have felt like this. Your scent....so sweet.....so rich with life...I̵̹͇͇̞̕͘͜͢ Ẃ̧̩̪͚̀̕A̵̢̡̰̗͢N̢̢͕̼͢Ţ̛̭͔͠ I̢̛̟̘̕͜T͖̣̪͞ͅ!" His head lunged at you, sinking his teeth into your neck, breaking the skin with his sharp fangs. "AGH!" Your body tensed, goosebumps forming all over your body. The pain was excruciating, yet it only lasted for a minute, until you felt his fangs recede. Something wet was caressing your neck, moving back and forth, dulling the pain for a bit. His head had left the area where he had bitten, allowing you to see his face. Blood covered his lips, slowly dripping down his chin. Desire was glazed in his eyes, and his smile stretched to the point it could break his face. "Exquisite!" He spoke in a husky tone, causing the strength to almost leave your legs. His tongue appeared and wipe the excess blood on his lips, making you blush. "Al..." Your words failed you, as you tried to grasped what was happening in this situation.

A swarm of black tentacles began to appear behind Alastor, grappling at you to hoist you in the air. They had moved your body over to what was possible Alastors bed. Your back hit the bed, while your legs and hands were bound by his powers. "Al! What are you doing?" You lifted your head up a bit, to try to peer at Alastor. His smile was still on his face as he walked over to you, while placing a finger against his lips. "Shhh..don't worry darling. You just need to lie there and give in to p̥̃l̻͌e̩̲̒̈ă̮̬̖ͭ̚s̰͓͈̩̋̅͊̚u̠̝͇̳͊͊̅ͮŕ̰͚̬͔͔ͮ̒ͣ̑ḛ͎͔̣̙͔̒̑ͬ̂̾̚. The jacket he was wearing, was shrugged off, exposing his red dress shirt and black harness that was keeping it in place. Your eyes couldn't look away from him, it was the first time you had every seen him wearing anything else but his coat. You were able to see more of his body shape without the coat, his waist was very slim, yet his arms were slightly bulky, showing that he had some muscle hidden under all that. Removing the harness that was on him, it allowed him to unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare chest to you. A swarm of scars littered his body, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. The middle of his chest had a small patch of red fur, it was noticeably big but not as much as Angel Dust was. His arm contained the scars as well, plus more red fur. You felt your undergarments become moist from just seeing him like this, he was beautiful. Alastor noticed your stares and gave a soft chuckle, "See something you like, darling?"

Arriving at the bed, he climbed on it, moving his body closer to your legs. The tentacles tied to your legs disappeared and were then held down by Als hands. Spreading your legs open, he gazed hard at the wet spot on your underwear. You were only in your nightgown and now Al had a clear view of everything that was going on down there. Embarrassed, you tried to move your head to look away, but stopped when you heard a snarl from below. "D͔͖̬̲̳͂Ö̝̭̟͖̹N̠̼̞̖͆'̱̹̫͉̀̃T̯͇͔ͯͯͅ ̺͍̭̉͑D̳̻̰ͨͥ̑O̮͉̭̿ͭ̈ ͔̻ͩͩ̌T̖̝ͯͬͧͭH̤̱͗̆ͯͣḀ̏̓ͤ͒T͍͋ͥ͆͗̚!̰͌̊̃̍ͨ ……..I want your eyes on me, darling. I want you to watch me take you, every part of you!" His eyes flashed into radio dials for a split second before going back to his normal crimson. Licking his lips, he bent down further, hiking your nightgown to your knees, while his fingers moved your panties to the side, exposing your leaking feminine parts to him. "How adorable, your dripping with anticipation!" He spoke in a playful tone as he extended his tongue out, giving your cunt a quick lick. You jolted upward, moaning at the sensation, causing Alastor to chuckle at your reactions. His tongue extended out again, and began to enter your core, moving your inside, and sometimes teasing at your clit. "Holy shit." your body shook from the pleasure, as your knees tried to squeeze together, pushing Alastors head closer. Alastor continued his ministrations, moaning at the taste of you. One of his hands, left your leg to start flicking at your clit, spurring on more moans from you. "How was he so good at this?" You thought, as you continued to squirm at the sensations Al was giving you. Something started to build up inside you, the more and more pleasure you were getting, the bigger it got. "Ah!...Al.....stop....some-...something is coming." Pleading with Al, you were warning him to stop, as you felt your orgasm starting to surface. Al refused to leave from his position, tongue moving faster inside, urging you to come. Your back arched off the bed as your cunt exploded, coating Al's tongue and mouth with your essence.

Trembling all over, your body melted into the bed, dazed. You felt his tongue slowly pull out of you, as his head lifted up to face you, lips covered in your slick. Smirking, he wipe the excess of your orgasm with his finger, licking it after. "I'm not one for sweets, but you my dear, are quite the exception." There was a sound of something zipping and before you knew it, Al had climbed on top of you, hands pinned next to your head. "Are you ready, darling?" You broke out of your daze at his question, muttering a soft "huh, ready for?" when he spoke to you. "Chuckles...ready for me to ravage you?" Shocked by Alastors response, you felt your whole face flush, mouth gaped open like a fish. Unable to come up with a response, your head move to the side, wishing your hands were free so you could cover it. The silence from you concerned Alastor greatly, placing a hand on your cheek to turn it back to face him. "What is the matter, my dear?" His eyes turn soft, smile turning in a thin line. Lips bitten, you didn't know how to explain it. "Its....um.....I...uh....I never..um.."

Quickly realizing what you were trying to say, Alastor leaned his face closer, touching his forehead against yours. "I take it, it is your first time?" He hit the nail on the head, answering him with a soft nod. "Well, it is mine as well, darling. And I intend on making this painless and satisfactory for you. Do you trust me?" This side of Alastor took your breath away, the gentle and kind part of him that always made your heart race whenever you saw it. You did trust him, completely. Nodding your head, you smiled up at Alastor, earning a soft smile from. His lips drew closer to yours, merging together into a kiss. It started slow with a peck before it shifted into full on making out. His teeth gave a soft nip to your lips, allowing them to open, giving him access to your tongue. Both of your tongues continued to lash at each other, as Alastor claws made their way to your nightgown, ripping it slowly, leaving you bare in front of him. You felt something prod at your entrance, and slowly enter inside of you

Gasping out, your lips disconnected from Al's, moaning in discomfort. Alastor stayed completely still, refusing to move until he made sure you were ready. "The pain will fade, my deer." Soft kisses were met to your forehead, your lips, your ears and then your bite mark that was left by Alastor. It felt like something had stuck a stick inside of you, but the pain wasn't horrible, just odd. Trying to ease into it, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the decor and the bayou atmosphere that Alastor made. The sounds of water sloshing somewhere and the little tiny fireflies helped you to relax, making the sensation more tolerable. Alastor's face remained on your neck, the sounds of his breath close to your ear, and the thumping of his heartbeat against your chest, making you flush. The uncomfortable feeling had all but faded away, and you signaled to Al that you were okay. Going back to his original position, on top of you, he hoisted your legs to wrapped around him. Groaning, he started to move inside of you, the tip of his erection going in and out of you. "Ah..Ahh!" Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, mind-blown from the feeling of Alastor penetrating you. "Huff...you take me so well, darling. Everytime I move, your insides quiver!" Alastor sped up his thrusts, earning more moans to spill from your lips.

The tentacles still remained on your hands, holding them down. You wanted nothing more than to place them on Al's back, wanting to pull him closer. "Ahhh...alastor..remove these" Gesturing to the tentacles with your eyes, Alastor let out a soft laugh. "Whatever for?" Alastor sped up, hitting your sweet spot more directly, causing you to squeeze him with your legs. "Ahh...please...I wa-I want to touch you." Begging, your eyes filled with tears from the immense ecstasy. Alastors face turned red at your sweet pleading, before raising one if his hands to snap his fingers, "Chuckle...very well. Since you begged so nicely-SNAP." The tendrils left your arms, allowing you to wrap them around Al's back, pulling him closer. His rod throbbed inside of you, inserting itself in and out of you at rapid pace, making your eyes roll back. "AHHH.....MORE...PLEASE!" Yelling out in pleasure, your hands clawed at his back, feeling another orgasm coming. Alastor continued to groan on top of you, eyes flicking into radio dials then back to crimson, showing he was loosing control of himself. "Take it....take all of it, darling!" Clenching down on his rod, your back arched off the bed again, as you came, followed by Alastor who sped thrusted inside of you, until coming to a complete stop, coating your insides.

You felt like your were on cloud nine, your legs continued to shake, body drenched in sweat. Alastor's head had fallen on your chest, acting as a little pillow for him as you felt his soft breaths on your skin. He remained inside of you for a bit until slowly removing his rod, cum dripping out. Alastor removed his head form your chest, removing himself from the bed, standing next to you. Still in la la land, you didn't register him picking you up off the bed, bringing you into another room. "Lets get you cleaned up." Your ears picked up a bit on what he said, but your head was still in a daze.

**Alastors Bathroom**

Your back was placed against Alastor's bare chest, leaning against him as you both soaked your bodies in his bathtub. Al had drawn up a bath for the both of you, adding in some essentials oils to make the experience more relaxing and some bubbles for fun. His hands rubbed against your skin, soothing the sore parts on your body. "My dear, may I ask, did you receive a small trinket from Rosie, by chance? His static filled voice appeared in your ear, waking you up a bit from the relaxing sensations. You tilted your head up a bit to look at him, "Umm, she gave me my pay and a perfume bottle as a gift." Another laugh was heard from behind you, making you raise an eyebrow. "Ahhh..Rosie, always trying to play matchmaker!" Turning your body around, you looked up at Alastor, wondering what he was talking about. Alastor placed a hand on your cheek, leaning closer to gaze into your eyes. "That little perfume contained a potent aphrodisiac. It's quite powerful to certain demonic breeds, especially deers like myself!" His words made something click in your head. OMGGGGGGG!!!!!!! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT ALASTOR WAS ACTING LIKE THAT! YOU WERE BASICALLY DOPEING HIM! "OMG!! Al I-I had no idea, I knew it smelled nice, but I didn't think it was..I..I'm sorry." Hands placed against your face, in embarrassment, you felt steam coming out of your ears. Hands placed against your shoulder, you were turned around to now your body was facing Alastor. Slowly, Al removed your hands from your face, "My sweet darling, I am not upset. Honestly, I am more tiffed that Rosie tried to help in my attempts to court you. There were better ways to go about it, not involving that blasted perfume!" The static had left his voice, showing how serious he was. "Wait what?" Picking up on what he said, you started at Al in awe. "You wanted to court me?" Guffawing on your reaction, Alastor placed his head against yours, "Why of course, my dear! You peaked my interest the minute you arrived at the hotel. While I do admit it was more for entertaining purposes, I find your very being quite charming and adorable. I would very much like to continue this arrangement, properly of course, without the aphrodisiac of course. What say you, my dear? Do you wish to form a relationship with me?

You were not expecting that! This whole time he wanted to date you. You admit that you had a crush on him as time went on, but you thought dating was gonna be off the table with him. You already had your answer, placing your hand against his cheek, you uttered a "Yes" Alastor jester smile had returned, placing both of his hands on your cheek, "Normally, I would seal an arrangement like this with a handshake, but I'll settle for a kiss!" His face came closer, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss.

-END-

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Birthday Boy🥳🎉 - Angel Dust x Female Reader Part 2 (R18 NSFW Not For Minors)

❥Warning- This story contains sex (NSFW), so if you underage and reading this, Please skip it.

❥Summary: Angel's Dust birthday party just finished and now you are wrapped like a present for him😏

❥Tags - Angel Dust x Female Reader, Flirting, Teasing, Fluff, Lingerie, Cosplay, P in V Smut, Birthday Sex, Licking, Boob Job, Spanking

❥Notes - Here is the Part 2 of the sexy spider birthday smut. Sorry it took so long, been busy. Enjoy

Part 1 -> X

"Sooo~, does the birthday boy wanna open up his present? Your voice spoke in a whisper, as you continued to lay back, body wrapped in the red body bow gift that was hanging on your sensual body. Angel Dust remained unmoving on the bed, brain still trying to wrap his head around your seductive presentation. He felt his member beginning to rise, which you caught as you looked down, happy that he was responding to you. "I can see that you love your gift~." Moving your foot towards his length, you rubbed your toe on it, earning a moan from Angel. Laughing softly, Angel moved your foot away with his hands, as he slowly moved to hover over you, eyes glistening with desire. "You're driving me insane here, toots. I will gladly accept my present." Four of his hands laid touches all over your body, earning a small moan from you. Pushing his head closer to yours, foreheads touching and eyes serious, as he softly gazed at you. "Open your mouth, please." Whispering out, you obeyed his instruction and opened wide, tongue sticking out. His tongue soon connecting with yours, joining them together in a wet kiss, causing you both to moan. Two of his hands, wrapped around your lower back, hugging you closer to him, deepening the kiss. His eyes remained opened, staring at your reactions, you were always so cute he thought.

His lips were so sweet, tasting like the cake that he just had downstairs. Your hands moved to his head, rubbing the back of his fluff while holding his cheek with the other, Drawing away from each other, leaving a string of spit behind, you both stared at each other, softly panting from the intense kiss. His lips drew back to kiss you again, then moving to your cheek, your eyelids, your forehead, then slowly moving down to your neck, sending shivers down your back. His kisses stopped at your red covered breasts, tongue sticking out to lick across his lips. "Time to unwrap my present now~!" Hooking his fingers on the red bow, he slowly pulled it down, your breasts springing out in full view. He devilishly smirked, hands moving to cup your soft mounds, thumbs flicking your nipples. "Ah!" You continued to moan at the sensations, as Angel continued to play with your breasts. "So soft and perky~. I wonder how they taste?" Tongue sticking out, Angel bent down, sticking one of the nipples in his mouth, while his fingers continued to torture the other. "Mmmmm Angel~." This felt so good, he was crazy with his tongue. His tongue continued to twirl around your nipple, making it harden as the one he was pinching began to turn red from the ministrations.

Removing his mouth from you, he stood up, his shadow casting down on you. Displeased that he stopped, you were going to tell him to continue, but stopped when you saw him remove the red thong he was wearing, showcasing his long erection at you. Taking note of your silence, he smirked at you, "Like what you see, toots?" You giggled at him, lips pulled into a smirk. "Yes....do you?" Legs spreading out, you allowed Angel to get a good look at your string-held crotch, dripping in your juices. Eyes widening at that, Angel stilled for a second before smirking back at you. "Very~." Leaning his body over you, he sat on your belly area, his dick presented in front of you. "I'm gonna fuck your tits babe." Positioning closer to your chest, Angel placed his erection right in the middle of your soft mounds, engulfing it with your breasts. He slowly started to move, his lengths moving in and out of your breasts, the tip popping out in front of your face. "Ahhh...my satan, this feels incredible!" Throwing his head, Angel moaned out in pleasure, moving his hips faster. You were moaning as well as the way he was touching were breasts while giving himself a boob job was so addicting, it made your toes curl a bit. Wanting to satisfy him more, you stuck out your tongue, licking the tip of his length whenever it popped out of your breasts, making him moan louder. "Ahhhh...babe....keep doing that..and I'm gonna..." Angels voice was raspy with need, wanting very much to come.

Humming, you continued to lick at his tip, hands raising up to grasp his behind, pulling him closer towards you. Moaning out your name, Angel drew to a halt, cum shooting out on your face and tongue. Closing your mouth, you swallowed what as in your mouth, gazing up at Angel, hungrily. Angel looked back at you, seeing your messy face giving you an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that....Let me clean you up." His hand reached for a napkin plus a small bottle that was below his bed, using the napkin to wipe away at the excess cum on your face. Once he was done, he kissed you again, napkin throw across the room without a care in the world. Pulling away, Angel leaned back, bottle of mysterious substance, probably lube, in his hands, while the other two had grabbed at your string thong and moved it to the side. Popping the bottle open, he poured the liquid on your lower lips, body jolting at the chilly feeling. His fingers then slowly began to spread the lube all over, inserting them inside every now and then, trying to make it bearable enough for you, when he has to enter. "This feels so good!" Your thoughts scream out, as you continued to moan at the sensations. Retreating his fingers out of you, Angel grasped his length, positioning it at your entrance, but refused to enter. His face appeared hesitant, as he continued to look at your entrance then back to you. "Listen, its my first time doing this with a dame...so I'm gonna need some reassurance that I'm doing alright." Blinking up at Angel, you slowly burst into laughter, earning a confused look from Angel. One of your hands grabbed his, giving it a soft squeeze, "I'm prepared Angel, don't worry......plus since I am your birthday gift, you can do whatever you want with me. Spank me, lick me, bite me, do whatever your heart desires~"

His colored eyes widen at you, dick springing back to life at your seductive words. The hesitation was gone, replaced with a very turned on look, as Angel smiled, showing his golden tooth at you. Slowly pushing his hips forward, Angels rod slowly began to enter you, hitting your inner walls, making you groan. There was a small sting when he entered, causing your eyebrows to knit together in pain, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only the sensation of him being fully inside of you. He moved his body back down, hovering over your body, as he was panting from how amazing your insides felt. "You okay?" He was still questioning you, worried if he was hurting you. When he got a nod of approval from you, he started to move, hips moving back and forth, rod caressing inside of you. The pleasure was slowly increasing the more he moved, causing you to wrap your hands and legs around him, drawing him even closer. A harsh slap was soon met to your butt cheeks, making you jump, "Yeah, you like it when I spank you....right babe?" Angel smirked at you, giving another harsh slap to your behind, making you scream from the pain and pleasure. "Ahhh..yes....do it again!"

Angel awarded you with another round of slaps, cheeks burning red. His movements grew faster, causing your head to fall back on the bed. Silencing your moans, Angel pushed his tongue back inside of your mouth, kissing you while gyrating his body faster, ready to come at any moment. Soon your vision turned white, as you felt your body shake from orgasming, nails clawing at Angels back, earning a groan from him. His hips drew to a stop, come exploding inside of you, yet he kept his mouth connected with yours, swallowing your moans. He slowly moved his head back ending the kiss. His eyes were gazing at you lovingly, hands moving to caress your cheeks, as he placed another kiss to your forehead. His head then dropped to your chest, as he heaved a sigh. "Best....birthday....present.....ever!" Chuckling at his cuteness, you ran a hand through his hair, tousling his white furry locks, "Glad you enjoyed it.........wanna go for round 2?" Hearing a muffled snort from him, he lifted his head, magenta eyes gazing at you, "I'm all for a second round, toots, but lets just cuddle for a bit, okay?" It felt like your heart skipped a beat, hearing that adorable phrase from him. Your hand continued to rub at his head, while the other pulled him in closer, squishing his face back into your soft mounds, "Okay."

-END-

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A quick turn of events, Part 4

Tw: Cursing, sex, kinks?

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Rules

Y/n had spent the whole day with her new..uh. Roommates? Friends? Whatever. She didn't care about what they were and weren't. They're her boys now. She learned that they're basically her lifeguards and companions when Lorenzo wasn't around. They would do anything to keep her safe and comfortable. She discovered how truly happy they were that she wanted to stay. No one else had wanted to stay for decades. It had become empty and silent. Of course they had Lorenzo and each other, but it wasn't the same. But now that Y/n was there things would change. There would be something to fill their days with purpose. When the time came she said goodnight to them. They smiled and waved goodnight back to her. She thought back on some of the things she found out about them on her way upstairs. It was fun how different they could be.

Valentino was obviously the prankster. He found ways to annoy Antonio and Dominic in everything. But he was also quite flirtatious. He may have been a bit to straight forward because Antonio had to tell him of a few times trough the day. Y/n mostly giggled by that. And Dominic. He seemed like a sweet guy. His problem with speech was present, but it didn't stop him from wanting to talk to Y/n. His interest in food was not a surprise to Y/n after she had seen him in the kitchen. Antonio on the other hand. He was such a quiet and responsible man. She understood that he was the one in charge when Lorenzo was gone. He was a great person to discuss plenty of topics with. She liked how they had their own personalities. She looked forward to hang more with them. They were fun and interesting.

When Y/n entered her bedroom she saw Lorenzo standing by a window. He was looking out into the dark night. She gently walked up and stood next to him. Looking out she tried to see if she could find what he was looking at. Lorenzo looked down at her. It was cute that she tried to find what he was looking at. She wouldn't have a chance with her human sight. He put his arm on her shoulder and pulled her closer as he gazed into the night again. Y/n blushed as the sudden touch. She looked up a Lorenzo. He showed no emotion except from the tone in his voice. A low rough voice asking.

"See something you like dollface?"

Meanwhile down in the living room the boys are arguing. It's not really a fight, but it's a heated conversation to say the least.

"You know better Val! Boss told us to be patient and wait. Don't you act like a fucking idiot."

Antonio hissed at Valentino.

"Oh I'm so sorry for trying to have some fun! It's been fucking decades since the last girl wanted to stay. And she was a boring bitch!"

Valentino snapped back at Antonio. He just wanted to test the waters and have fun. It was exciting with a new person in the house. Valentino had his arm out to his sides to exaggerate his words. Dominic had enough of their quarrelling.

"Both shut it!"

Dominic looked at them both. He rubbed his face. He was tired of listening to them fight over things that had already happened. They would have to wait or else they would have to deal with Lorenzo. Nothing happened until Lorenzo gave them a clear go. Dominic fought hard to put his last thought into a simple sentence.

"Be patient Valentino."

Antonio and Valentino looked at him. They had to admit he was right. Antonio chuckled and sighed. Valentino had to agree that he was acting kinda stupid and out of place. He patted Dominic on his shoulder.

"You're right Nic, as always."

Lorenzo put his hand on Y/ns chin. His thumb gently brushed over her lips. They are so soft and warm. He is yearning to feel her lips. Y/n looks up at him with a soft blush across her cheeks. Lorenzo smirks as he slides his hand behind her neck. His face mere inches from hers. Their lips meet in a soft kiss. Her warmth against his chill. The feeling of a storm building from their tension. An almost overwhelming sense of need. Y/n melts into the kiss. It had the same passion as she had experienced in the club. It started to feel so right. Like putting the last puzzle piece in place. Or finally draw what you imagined. Y/n laid her arms around his neck. Lorenzo picks her up and puts her legs around his waist. He starts walking towards the bed. His hands firmly on her ass. They break the kiss of as Y/n is layed down on the bed. He leans down over her with his hands on each side of her head. He watches as she catches her breath. Her eyes are hazy. Lorenzo grinned. Oh how he relished the feeling of making her feel good. He leaned down next to her ear. His breath on her neck. His sandpaper whisper creating a warm feeling in her lower abdomen.

"You're my little pet.."

A small whine escaped from Y/ns lips. The kind of whine that says yes. Lorenzo nips at her earlobe. He knows exactly how to get his answers.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

She could feel his grin on her neck. He started to kiss down her neck. Making her squirm and hold back a small moan. Her brain went a million miles. She didn't know how to answer. Lorenzo muttered with a teasing voice.

"Oh, use your words baby."

He licked on sensetive spots on her neck. Gently biting. Her back started to arch as he went on. Her breath hitched. She held onto the bedsheets beneath her. She found it hard to speak. Like it was stuck in her throat. She eventually managed to moan out soft words.

"Mh..yes..I want to.. be your pet..p-please."

She had never admitted anything of this her bedroom interest before. Not to anyone but herself. But then again no one had made her feel like this before either. She wanted this and it felt so good. She wanted to be his pet. To serve him and be taken care of. Lorenzo looked into her eyes. He could feel how much she wanted it. He soflty patted her cheek and gave her a sly look. His voice deep and rough.

"Good girl."

Y/ns cheeks blushed deep red. His words felt like he opened the flood gates. Heat has curled down inside her. She could feel herself getting wet. As a reflex she closed her thighs together. Lorenzo noticed her reactions and grinned. He slowly slid a hand down her body and into her sweatpants. His fingers gracing over her underwear. He felt how soaked they had become already and gave her a knowing look.

"Looks like desserts ready."

He sat himself down on the floor. Pulling her legs open and settling between them. Slowly he pulled her sweatpants and panties of and toshed them to the side. Y/n held her breath for a moment. She felt the gentle air against her wet pussy. It felt so much colder than it really was. Lorenzo took a deep breath, lavishing in the smell. How he had missed something like this. He pulled her legs over his shoulders. He started slow by licking up trough her slick folds. Getting the first taste of his pretty pet. He picked up a pace when he ate her out. It was like he had been starved. He licked and sucked all the right places. Y/n arched her back and whimpered at how good it felt. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. Her cheek were hot. She gripped the mattress. He was licking her with suck expertise. The way he emediatly found her clit. How he licked and sucked on it. She felt the pressure of her climax building up inside. The knot tying up. He focused on her clit and carefully inserted two fingers inside her. He curled his fingers to find her spot. He continued the motion while he fixated his mouth on her clit. The combination bringing her right to the edge. He kept it up till he felt her body tense up. Her breath got heavy. He felt her pussy pulsating inside. Clamping his fingers. Her moan crying out as release got to her. He slowed down his motions trough it. Coming to a stop when he felt her body relax again.Lorenzo stod up and gave her a few seconds to come back from the haze. He grinned and looked down at her. He chuckled to himself.

"Let's see what your pretty mouth can do, hm?"

Y/n looked at him. Her eyes growing big as she understood what he meant. She felt eager to see his member now. She sat up and looked up at him. Waiting for his word. He soflty slid of his robe revealing that he was commando underneath. If it wasn't for her already red cheeks she would have blushed all over again. His cock was already hard and ready. She could see precum had already began leaking from the tip. It was soflty twitching. Lorenzo smirked at Y/n.

"Well, it ain't going to suck itself is it?"

Y/n was slightly shocked by his statement at first. But she quickly got to work as she understood how impatient he probably was. She started by placing her hand around his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock and got a taste of his precum. It was a surprisingly good taste. It was sweet yet salty, nothing like regular cum she had tasted before. Lorenzo let out a delighted sound has she licked up the length of his cock. She started sucking at the tip. Slowly taking more. She had a slow and steady pace at first. Getting used to his size and figuring out how to suck him in the best way she could. As she picked up her pace Lorenzo put his hands on her head. He hissed and muttered soft curses under his breath. Moaning at the feeling of her mouth. Her warm tounge. Her soft lips.

"Ah..fuck."

His hips soflty started bucking. Y/n could feel his small motions and worked with it. She put her hands around his hips to get a better hold. He started picking up some pace and dug his fingers into her scalp. Y/n could feel him going deeper into her throat. She felt tears starting to build in her eyes. The feeling of him pushing into her mouth. It felt so good to have him fuck her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She moaned around his cock. Heat building up again between her legs. She let him fuck her face. Let him use her. It felt so good to be needed in such a primal way. Lorenzo looked down at her. His breath heavy and eyes hazy. How beautiful she looked with his cock in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Leaving her panting heavily with an open mouth. She looked at him with heavy eyes. He pulled her up and turned her around. He held her close with a hand on her neck. Whispering into her ear.

"Let's discuss some rules shall we?"

Y/n nodded. Still hazy and like she was floating on a cloud. Yet eager to know what kind of rules they would have. With a low, stern and passionately aggressive voice he started.

"Number one. Don't be rude or act like a spoiled fucking brat."

Lorenzo pushed her forward onto the bed so she was standing in doggy style. Her head sideways so she could look back at Lorenzo. He put a hand on her ass soflty rubbing over it. Rubbing lower he let his thumb slide through her folds. Feeling the slick and warmth. He took his cock and soflty rubbed the tip over her entrance.

"Number two. You will refer to me as either sir or daddy when told so."

He pushed his cock hard into her pussy. Y/n let out a whiny moan. He was balls deep in her. Giving her a moment to adjust he leaned closer over her back.

"Number three. I will respect your boundaries, you just let me know."

He started pulling back. Almost all the way out before he slowly pushed back in. He set a agonisingly slow pace. Y/n started whimpering. Wanting more. Needing him to speed up. Lorenzo grinned. A devilish look on his face. As he gave another hard thrust into her and stopped. He spoke up again.

"Number four. You'll have to use you words if you want something dollface."

Y/n shut her eyes and whined as he pushed slowly in again. Filling her to the brim. He stopped when fully seathed inside her he waited for her.

"mh faster..please..."

He slid his hand to her shoulder and held firmly onto it. His other hand on her hips. Having a good grip on her.

"Please what?"

Her mind rushed to find the answer. She felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Rule number two! She hurried to answer him.

"Y-yes sir."

He smirked satisfied and gave her a pat on the ass.

"Atta girl."

He held onto her hip again as he started thrusting. When he found her g-spot he kept a good pace. As he sped up chasing climax he moved his hand to her throat. Gently pulling her back into an almost standing doggy. He was careful to not choke her. He just held a firm grip to hold her up. His pace amping up. Getting rougher. Harder. His fingers digging into her hips. His nails leaving marks. Her moans got louder. She whined desperately for release. Her head leaned back. Eyes rolling. Focused on the feeling of him pumping in and out. His thrusting force and aggressive pace. She could feel her core tighten. The knot tying once again. She stiffened in her position. Going with his motions. Lorenzo held her closer. Putting his chin on her shoulder. His heavy breath in her ear. Grunting with every thrust as he got closer. She felt herself tighten around his cock as she tumbled over the edge. Her knot unfurled. The sweet pulsating sensation shooting through her. Lorenzo groaned against her neck.

"You feel so fucking good.."

He came to a finish with his last hard thrusts into her. Burying himself deep inside her as he came. His cock pulsing and twitching. Cum pumping into her. He held her close kissing her neck. He whispered into her ear.

"Number five. There's always time for some aftercare."

He pulled out of her. A soft moan escaped from her lips at the feeling of him sliding out. The sudden emptiness she felt. Y/n slumped down onto the bed. She felt so tired and content. Lorenzo sat down on the bed next to her. He stroked her back. A soft expression formed on his face as he watched Y/n. Lorenzo spent a good hour with her before she fell asleep. He had taken care of her after their first proper session together. Made sure she felt good. He looked over at her one last time before he left.

A quick turn of events, Part 5

TW: Cursing, sex

Part 4 <-

Good morning

"Val! You god damn fucking pervert!"

Y/n woke up with a shock. It had only been a few days. Or had a week already gone by? Anyway she wasn't used to hearing them yell at Valentino yet. She heard a maniacal laugh trough the hallway. He has obviously been up to something salicious. He probably annoyed the shit out of one of them with his perverted humour. Y/n giggled imagining what Valentino possibly could have been up to. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She grabbed some fresh clothes from her wardrobe and went to the bathroom.

The main door of Y/ns room quickly opened and closed. It was Valentino. He's trying to hide from Antonio. He didn't realise what room he had jumped into until he actually looked around. He grinned when figuring out it was Y/ns. Listening he understood she was in the bathroom. Perfect opportunity. He went through her stuff hoping to find something dirty. Anything really. If she had any toys. Lingerie. A diary. Getting to know her private side. He obviously grabbed a pair of her panties. Perfect for later use when he's jerking it. Hey, he's a pervert and not ashamed of it. Disappointed in not finding anything else he just waited around in her bedroom. He sat down in a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room. Just out of sight, so she wouldn't immediately notice him when walking out of the bathroom. When she came walking out in just a t-shirt and panties his eyes widened and he couldn't help himself. His eyes went back to a relaxed state as he gave a whistle and spoke out.

"Well good mornin sweet 'cheeks'."

He emphasised the word cheeks. A smirk on his face, checking her out from top to bottom. Y/n jumped and spun around. She was shocked by him just being there. When did he get there? And what was he doing in here? She was so surprised and didn't know what to say. Valentino chuckled. She was cute.

"I know I look good, but I if I'd known you'd be speechless I'd be here sooner. Damn sugar."

He smiled and leaned back in the chair. Y/ns cheeks developed a soft pink blush. She really wasn't prepared for this. What the fuck was she supposed to say? She took a breath and tried to brush it off. But Valentinos expression made it hard. He was looking so flirtatious. Like he didn't see anything weird about just being in her room without permission. Well on second thought it wasn't that weird. He was the most pervy guy in this house. And it was inevitable that he would show up one way or another. She built up a short lasting confidence.

"Uh w-what are you doing here?"

He looked her up and down. Then he smiled at her with a smug face.

"Lookin at you obviously."

He looked so satisfied with his statement. Y/n rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"No, why are you here? Why are you in my room?"

Valentino gave her a fake surprised expression. Like he didn't understand what her first question obviously had meant. He gave her an over dramatic answer. His smug smile only growing.

"Oh, oh that's what you meant. Course, how dumb of me. Hidin from Antonio. He's callin me a pervert for no reason again."

Y/n knew there was a good reason for Antonio to call him a pervert. She nodded at his answer. She sighed.

"Mhm mhm, okay."

She closed her eyes and rubbed her face to collect her thoughts for a second. When she opened her eyes again Valentino was standing. She was a bit shook, but didn't have a big reaction. She looked at him, not sure what he was doing. Then she noticed a certain familiar shape. The bulge in his pants. She quickly looked away. She cleared her throat and was about to turn towards her closet. Valentino had noticed everything and grinned. He even had permission from Lorenzo now. In a seductive low tone he spoke up. Breaking the awkward silence.

"Come to daddy, I'll show you a good mornin."

Y/n froze in her step. Her cheeks flushing red. She didn't know what to do at first. His words softened her up. She wasn't sure she heard correctly. Did he mean what she thought he meant? With a unsure face she stumbled out a question.

"Do uh, does Lorenzo know what I think you're saying right now?"

Valentino nodded confidently. He tapped his temple. Indicating his connection as Lorenzo's clone. He snickered. One hand in the pocket of his jacket, the other groping his junk. Y/n felt her heart beating.

"Let's get some 'exercise'. "

A weird and strong arousal took over her. His lewd mannerism got the best of her. He walked closer to her and put a finger under her chin. Tilting her head up to look at him. Y/n gulped. She felt so nervous. The intense sexual tension that had formed in just a few seconds. Heat building up. The tingling sensation of getting wet. She nodded and looked into his eyes. He smirked and pushed a kiss onto her lips. A needy, desperate kiss. Filled with eager lust. Y/n quickly melted into it and felt herself being turned on. Valentino picked her up. Her legs around his waist. The bulge of his member against her crotch. His arms under her ass supporting her weight. Using this to his advantage and softly lifting her up and down. Rubbing himself against her. Y/n soflty moaned at the friction. After a short minute Valentino used one hand to unbuckle and zip open his pants. His cock springing free. Then he pushed Y/ns panties to the side. He let his cock rest against her pussy before he lined up with her entrance. He broke of their deep kiss and pushed himself in. Y/n moaned loudly out. Her head falling back at the sensation. Valentino watched her with a triumphant expression as he groaned out.

"Mh so fuckin tight."

He had been so impatiently yearning for this. And now he finally got to fuck her. He roughly began pumping into her at an animalistic pace. Y/n gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. She whimpered and made incoherent noises. It felt so intense. The angle he was fucking her in somehow aligned with her g-spot. His cock pumped in and out, hitting her spot over and over. Valentino got slower but harder in his thrusts. It made Y/n groan a bit. It felt so good. She could feel herself tensing up. She could hear Valentino cursing as he got closer to climax.

"Oh fuck, so fuckin good.."

Y/n couldn't help herself. She couldn't hold it anymore. She gripped his shoulders as she came. Moaning louder than she had expected to. Valentino caved in after her with one last thrust. Burying himself in her. Grunting at the feeling of ejaculating. Their climaxes pulsated in unison. He grinned as he pulled out and heard Y/n gasp. He liked. No. Loved how much she actually seemed to enjoy it. He carefully put her down. Still having a grip on her to make sure she could stand before he let go. He gave her a pat on the ass and a kiss on the cheek. A sweet gesture by his own standard. He tucked away his cock and fixed his outfit. He gave her a small wave as he opened the door.

"I would've loved to stay longer sweet thing, but I think Antonio might've heard my whereabouts."

Y/n heard his low chuckle as the door closed and he was off. She sat on her bed and laid down on her back. What a way her day had started. A smile growing shyly. It had been quite fun if she was honest. Feeling his cum leaking out and soaking her panties she got up. She better get cleaned up. Y/n had put on a t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. She felt pretty for just staying in. She made her way to the main living room downstairs. Wondering what she would be doing today. Entering the room she saw Lorenzo sitting by himself reading the newspaper. He was dressed in his dark green pinstripe suit. And of course smoking a cigar. He looked up at Y/n.

"Good morning Y/n, heard your day started off good."

Y/ns cheeks flushed pink. His statement making her feel a bit embarrassed. But it really had been good. She looked away to embarrassed to meet his gaze. She rubbed her neck not sure what to say.

"Heh yeah I guess so."

She smiled sheepishly. Feeling a bit awkward. Lorenzo tossed the newspaper away and stod up. He walked over and looked down at her. His face was cold and monotone. With a sudden change he gave her a smile. A real genuine smile, even though he still looked cold in his appearance. Y/n softly cocked her head to the side. Unsure of what's about to happen. His hand on her chin resting his thumb on her lower lip. A hint of joy in his dark raspy voice.

"And it will keep getting better dollface."

Beetlejuice fanfic

Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.

Like a prayer

On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.

As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.

"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"

It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.

"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"

The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.

"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.

He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.

"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"

Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.

"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.

"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."

The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.

"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"

The man snorts at him with a smirk.

"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"

He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.

"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"

Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.

"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"

The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.

Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.

"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."

You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.

"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.

You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.

You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.

But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.

When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.

Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.

"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.

You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.

Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"

He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.

"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."

You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"

Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.

"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."

You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.

"Well, in that case.."

He paused.

Why did he stop?

It's silent.

You only hear your own breath.

Your heart rate quickens.

Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.

"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"

Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?

"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.

You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.

Click.

A quiet inhale.

The smell of smoke.

What? The priest doesn't smoke.

You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.

You look up.

A strange looking man.

The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.

He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.

"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.

You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.

"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."

He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.

Zip.

He opened his flyer.

Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that,  not even to yourself. You didn't know how.

".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.

"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."

Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.

"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.

Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.

You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.

"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.

You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.

"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.

He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.

"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.

Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.

Dead!?

Is he a fucking ghost?

Did you just suck off a ghost?

Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.

Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.

But you were different.

He liked it.

You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red.  There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.

As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.

"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.

He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.

"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.

Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.

"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.

"I'll start gentle. I promise."

He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.

"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"