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The Belly of a Black Heart - Alastor x Reader

18+. minors do not interact.

thank you @lustylita for the inspiration of this fic. your mind is a beautiful place. everyone check out her art and her concept to this story here. all credits to her, this was not my idea.

part 2

summary : After an unsuspecting death, you end up in hell and at the Hazbin Hotel. You become dead set on redemption. Alastor's feelings towards you are confusing and it pisses him off more than he can handle. In result, unknowingly to him, his feelings manifest through his shadow.

tw : no smut this chapter. angst. alastor being a jerk. mild gore/wound

words : 5.3k

notes : i hope you enjoy this chapter <3

When you wake the next morning, your head is a blur. Sitting up in your bed you take a minute to look around your new living situation. It takes a second to understand that this isn’t the room you usually wake up in but, despite all of that, you feel good.

The reality of being in hell was hard on you yesterday. You’ve had your little breakdown and denial fest.. you won’t let that bother you today. Pushing past things is how you manage. Always one step at a time. Plus, you’re in a place that offers redemption now. What’s done is done and now you can focus on how to get into heaven and maybe sort out a plan there. With God or something, right?

He’s literally God, maybe he could help your situation on earth. You doubt anyone here could help you… or even want to help you.

No headaches, your body doesn’t burn… today feels like you can start fresh. Rolling to get out of bed, your eyes catch a bundle of red in the corner of your eye.

Three red peonies tied together in a bow lay delicately over your unoccupied pillow.

You examine the vibrant flowers and thumb around the stems. You wonder who was thoughtful enough to give a simple yet welcoming gift.

Alastor’s fleeting expression and charming smile snatches your memory from last night. Your face almost burns, remembering how close he was to you, his face grazing against your cheek, breath fanning over you as it does.

Smiling to yourself, you think today would be a good day to get back on track. Charlie is willing to help you, and you might learn more about the gentleman from last night. You can even thank him for the lovely flowers.

The hotel buzzes with life when you walk to the formal dining room. Delicious breakfast foods waft through the air. The warm smell of coffee buzzes through your body.

“C’mon Husky, don’t chya wanna try it? I’ve been slavin’ over this all mornin’ for ya!” A tall, fluffy man leans over the dining room table, sliding a plate of food to a grumpy cat.

“Fuck no! Satan knows what you put in there and I don’t wanna risk dying twice.” Taking a swig from a browned bottle, the cat pushes away the plate.

The tall man’s shoulder slump as he lets out a groan. “Fine, but one day you’re gunna try my cookin’ and you’ll love it. You might even beg for moore.” He teases, taking the plate for himself as Husk rolls his eyes.

“Oh, good morning! How was your first night?” Charlie beams from the head of the table and everyone’s heads swivel to you. Suddenly, you’re on the spot.

“It was great, thank you. I actually had the best sleep I’ve had in a while,” you smile, “I needed it.”

“Everyone welcome our new guest! She arrived late last night.”

It was a small creature with a giant eye who lunged herself toward you first. Her little legs patting the floor and up your body before you could react.

“I’m Nifty, I clean.” A sinister giggle erupts from her lips before the tall man who offered.. Husk is it?.. a plate gently and removes her from you.

“Hey doll, I’m Angel.”

Alastor watches from the hallway as the group introduces themselves to you. Hidden in the shadows, he watches you closely. The way you smile fondly towards people you barely know, how you embrace each one with a greeting. Clearly, you lighten the room. But you’re a mystery, and one he doesn’t want to get involved with.

Does he?

Your sweet doe eyes are burned in a memory. He couldn’t help but get close enough to smell you, and fuck, did your saccerine smell burn through his nostrils as well. He could see your panic, the reality of your new eternal life smacking you in the face… the frustration it caused you last night.

But were you really keen on redemption? He could see the light beam behind your eyes once you stood at the center of your room. You belong here, you’re here for a reason. It’s hell afterall. Every sinner who comes here belongs to this wretched place to burn forever. Surely Charlie’s delusions didn’t persuade you in one night?

Surely you’re not that…simple?

“Will Alastor be joining us for breakfast? He’s the only one I haven’t seen this morning.” Alastor ears perk up at your voice from afar.

“Ehh, smiles doesn’t usually eat with us. Probably up in his room going to town on some animal he caught this mornin’.” Angel grimaces.

Watching your reaction closely, the slight fall of your face doesn’t go unnoticed. But you’re quick to recover with a smile and dig in with everyone else.

“Okay everyone! Gather around! Today we will be learning about each other.” Charlie’s hand gestures to you on the couch as everyone else filters into the common room.

Angel plops himself over the couch’s armchair next to you, stretching his long legs over your thighs. Husk mopes in the room, bottle in hand and leans against the fireplace. Nifty props herself over the table happily swinging her legs and Vaggie stands beside her partner, eyeing everyone down.

Your eyes carefully glance around the room, trying not to bring attention that you’re looking for Alastor. From your comment at breakfast before, you don’t want to keep bringing the man up to avoid conversations you don’t want to have.

But it fails.

“Looking for tall dark and creepy?” Angel shimmies his chest and throws you a wink.

Rolling your eyes you push playfully at Angel’s leg. “No, just making sure everyone is here.” Giving him a side eye you whisper, “nosey.”

Angel laughs and gives you a nudge, “Well looks like you’re in luck toots, looks who’s comin’.”

Perking up, you watch Alastor’s tall form stride in the room and take a seat in an armchair directly across from you. His smile is wide, but it seems strained? Folding one leg over the other, he relaxes back into his seat. His eyes scan the room, probably checking for roll-call, before landing directly over you.

You give a smile but he doesn’t react.

“Okay! Now that everyone is here, we will be telling 2 truths and a lie. Everyone will say two truths about themselves and one lie. The group will have to guess which one is a lie. So fun!” Charlie claps.

“I don’t want to put our new guest on the spot, so let’s start with Husk.”

A low groan emits from the fireplace where Husk stands. He really looks like he doesn’t want to be here, but maybe he’s been here long enough to know that he has to participate.

“Alright, uh, I can down a whole bottle of whiskey with no reaction, I suck at dice games, and I hate water.”

“I’ll give you something to down, Husky~” Angel tosses his head back and blows him a kiss.

“For fuckssake,” Husk rolls his eyes.

“Oh oh! I know, the lie is he hates water! I’ve seen him take bubble baths at night.” Nifty giggles sinisterly.

“Okay good job, Nifty.” Vaggie cringes and turns her attention to you, “Would you like to give it a try next?”

Glancing between her and Alastor’s heavy stare, has he been looking at you this whole time? You shrug. “Sure, I'll give it a shot. Let me think…” You hum.

“I’ve been in hell for a long time, I love to dance and I’m pretty good at it, and I stole drugs when I was alive.” You’re not that great with coming up with things on the spot, but you gave it your best shot. First things that came to your mind and all without being too personal.

Angel drags out a hum, “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you can dance. Not sure if I would paint you as someone who would steal. You act like Miss-goodie-two-shoes’s-distant relative over there. I’m gunna go with that one.”

You couldn’t help but contain your smile, you could have sworn that your appearance gave you away that you literally died just yesterday.

“Nope! I died yesterday and found this place last night. Thank god I saw your commercial, I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t.”

Angel’s mouth drops open and leans forward. “Hold on, you’re like, super fresh? No kiddin’. So… you stole drugs?” He looks you up and down, “can you do it again?”

“Matter of fact, we don’t know much about you. Anything at all really. I’ll take it you’re here because you stole, but there’s gotta be more than that.” Husk examines his bottle.

You shift in your seat uncomfortably. “Yeah, I stole but- I don’t know.” Memories of stealing drugs, scamming people for money flood your mind. That stuff was bad, but did it really land you here in hell? I’m sure it’s a part of the 10 commandments or sins or whatever…

The man. Your knife.

You killed someone right before dying.

“What drugs do you like? I got some good connections. We could totally-”

“No! Nonono, no one is going to do that. Say no to drugs! Remember we are trying to get redeemed?” Charlie’s arms wave frantically as she lets out a nervous laugh.

It was all for protection. You never wanted to hurt anyone like that before, it’s not like you wake up blood thirty for killing. It was self defense.

Guilt bubbles within your gut, and it’s getting hard to breathe. Would they even care if you killed? You’re sure almost everyone in hell has killed, even in the afterlife.

“C’mon, toots, tell us a little about yourself. This is about sharing after-all,” Angel teases. “I wanna know all the shit you did when you were alive! You sound like a good time, Y’know my girl buddy would love you-”

“I think that’s enough for today.” A staticy voice interrupts the conversation. Your head swivels to meet the demon who carries a strained smile. The hair on his ears stick up in a frenzy while his claws grip over the top of his microphone cane.

“But Alastor we barely got star-”

“I think,” Alastors voice grows with static, every word pronounced precisely, “that is enough for today.”

Angel's legs slide off you as he stands to stretch, “Aww what a buzzkill.”

Before you have the chance to leave the room, your face is met with Alastor’s chest.

He lifts his chin, but his eyes bore down at yours. Your eyes shoot wide with the proximity, and something within his chest spurs as wait for him to speak.

“I would like to speak with you privately, my dear.”

Following him up the stairs and into his radio tower, you tread lightly in new territory. Papers over his desk are neatly stacked next to a forgotten cup of coffee. The walls are floor to ceiling windows overlooking Pride, you’ve come to know. Dusk stretches the horizon and little dots of light twinkle in the distance over the city. On the other side of the room, old equipment lined the wall. Hundreds of knobs and switches cover the machines and you wonder how he’s able to work such equipment. Speakers, extra microphones sat upon a bookshelf along with books, magazines and other nic-nacs you’re sure he has collected through the years.

You’re not sure how old the demon is, and you’re not sure how you haven’t thought about it since meeting him, especially when he has taken up most of your mind these past 24 hours.

You guess he’s from the roaring 20’s? 30’s? He’s dressed sophisticatedly with not a hair out of place. His posture paints him a perfect gentleman in a society where it mattered. His transatlantic accent was smooth and you long to hear it more than you should, or do. And guessing by this set up, the ON AIR sign that hangs directly over his desk, you could be right.

But what of this demon? What is his story? You’ll put a pin in it and ask angel later-

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you here so I’ll cut to the chase.” Alastor’s arms are neatly behind his back as he looks over Pride. Without turning to you, he continues.

“I’m looking for more help around the hotel. Husk’s job is primarily tending to the bar, Nifty cleans and Charlie is over her head with trying to recruit sinners. I’d like to say that I have everything handled with paperwork and trying to keep this pace afloat, but I don’t.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. He.. can’t handle it all? He definitely gives the calm, cool collected attitude of one who would never need help.

“So, you need my help? I thought I was just a sinner trying to get redemption?”

Alastor stiffens for a moment before turning to you. “I thought you should know that Charlie and I had a discussion earlier. We think that you fit into the family seamlessly. We both thought you would be great at helping us with our little project.” He tilts his head, scanning you over, “Unless you don’t want to?”

You shake your head. This might not be a bad idea. This could actually help you in more ways than one. This could help you more with gaining redemption and be a part of a bigger picture.

“No, that all sounds great actually. What exactly do you have in mind for me to help you with?”

“More of the mundane things like checking over the hotel to make sure everything is in order, placing orders for food, toilet paper - the essentials.”

“So the mundane things you don’t want to do?” You laugh lightheartedly. “Sure, Alastor, I can do that for you. Do you have a check list for me?”

In one snap, Alastor conjures up a daily ‘to-do” list for you. Your eyes widen at his magic.

“If you can do that, why can’t you make food and toilet paper appear instead of ordering it?”

His smile is smug, “It’s a lot more complicated than that, little doe”

Turning on your heel, you say over your shoulder, “One day, I’d like to properly thank you for the flowers you left me.”

He watches you disappear through the doorway, confusion carved over his face. Flowers?

What an interesting thing to say… An odd woman.

Woman. Your presence had been the first in his studio.

Charlie and the guests know that no one is allowed in this room, for it’s locked 24/7. This room is his pride, his sanctuary and the one thing he’s carried on since dying. Besides killing and torturing innocent people, he supposes.

Clawing at the staff of his cane he shakes the thought of your company being… comforting.

His ear twitches in frustration. This foreign feeling- this odd hunger for catching your eye in a sea of others, to smell you near has become a twisted form of entertainment. He has to ignore the way his lower belly heats and aches when you're near…Is it entertainment? He stares at the door where you just stood.

Is his curiosity growing in the little moments you spend together or is it something he can’t pinpoint? His facade will fail to hold if he continues like this.

A predator assessing his pray like it’s a game. Except, it doesn’t feel like that kind of a hunt.

Stepping out from the bathroom after your nighttime routine, a darkness catches the corner of your eye.

“Hello?” you call out.

The darkness in the corner slithers across the floor and manifests itself in the center of your room.

You curse under your breath, while it’s not the craziest thing you’ve seen, it’s definitely unexpected.

“Um, hello there…” You stay standing in the doorway of your bathroom. Looking the creature over as it stands tall.

The creature, no, shadow, is dark, but you can make out that its body is made up of swirling smoke. It’s face gives a chiseled smile, imitating teeth through the smoke, and resting on top of it’s head were a pair of outgrown antlers that stretch wide.

You tilt your head at the creature, curious on why it hasn’t responded to you.

It tilts his head back, mimicking your movement.

“Cute,” you giggle, “what are you?”

The shadows' eyes glow green in response and gives you a bigger grin.

“Are you here at the hotel too? I just got here yesterday…” you shift on the balls of your feet. “Do you have a name?”

The shadow dissipates into the ground and for a moment, you’re spooked. Backing up into your bathroom, a coldness caresses your neck from behind.

Spinning around fast, you’re met with it again. The creature folds forward to meet your face.

Oh fuck no.

You fumble backwards a little too fast but the creature is quick to catch you by an arm. It steadies you easily.

“You’re.. Good, right? Friend?” The words fall stupidly out of your mouth. You feel like you’re talking to a child in simple words and a sweet voice. God knows that this creature is probably thousands of years old but you’re speaking to it like it lacks some form of intelligence.

The creature smiles and nods, backing away from you before wisping itself around your body in a cloud of smoke.

Warmth surrounds your body, unlike the coldness around your neck from before.

“Friend, okay…good.” You smile and embrace the dance it gives you.

The creature manifests itself over in front of your nightstand and the bundle of shadows steps aside to reveal the red peonies from this morning. Your eyebrows raise and realization hits you.

“That was you? What a lovely gift to give.. To me.” Surprise followed by stupidity hits you in the last bit of that sentence.

How could you be so stupid to think Alastor would give you those flowers? He hasn’t even spent much time around you, let alone want to speak to you. Every time you’re in the vicinity of him, he pretends you don’t exist.

Foolish.

Foolish to think that he would even take a liking to you.

And you mentioned it to him hours ago… God, he’s probably so confused and you look like a fucking idiot.

The shadow slumps at your reaction. Its swirls grow faster over its body, like the wheels in its head are thinking of a way to cheer you up.

Warmth caresses around your hips and playfully drags you to your bed. You let it happen because, for some ungodly reason, you trust this shadow.

It’s gentle hand lingers over your face, brushing over the skin of your cheek. A familiar feeling. Almost like the feeling of last night when Alastor’s-

No.

The creature lifts your chin to look at him as he takes a seat by you on the bed and you mentally brush away the cringe.

You both stare at each other for a moment. You're entranced by its odd behavior. Although, its presence feels familiar, a kind of nostalgia you cannot place. His warmth feels like a gentle hug, a friend in the darkness when you're alone.

The faint smell of whiskey, a bar of soap and lemongrass.

A warm song that dances inside your nostrils.

Your room is quiet, as you let the shadow tickle your face and neck.

Soft music begins to play when your eyes fight sleep. But you give into the lull of the shadows lullaby.

From that first night of meeting the creature, you’re woken up gently by it patting your head and urging you to get dressed. Funny enough, the creature disappears while you get ready, giving you privacy. But ultimately, you wouldn’t mind it at all if it stayed.

One night, after a particularly hard day working under Alastor, you named the being.

Umbra.

Not the most creative, but it was the first thing that popped in your head… and he, you’ve come to find out, was quite happy with the new nickname.

You weren’t sure where he came from, what he is, or what manifested himself to you that night, but you’re thankful for the company.

Umbra was quiet. He never spoke, but damn is he funny. Every night, he meets you in your room practically bouncing off the walls, or more so sliding everywhere in a mist of shadows and patiently listens when you talk about your day.

Every morning you wake up with new little flowers over your unoccupied pillow. Each of them a bundle of red, for some reason. But lovely all the same.

It became a nightly routine to where he’ll lull you to sleep with gentle caresses and soft old-timey music.

And it’s given you the best sleep of your life.

Alastor however, has been more distant than before. When asking for new lists everyday, he’ll stare down at you through lowered eyelids and hand you a list bigger than the last.

He never questioned your flowers comment, but you’re sure he hasn’t forgotten.

Though, through his aloof attitude, he still invades your personal space when talking to you - and he only talks to you when it’s absolutely needed. His stare burns new holes through you everyday before he locks himself up in his radio tower until dinner or Charlie's group exercises.

“Smiles has been such a fucking jerk lately, what did you do to’m?” Angel slumps over the armchair, preoccupied with texting.

“Me? He hardly talks to me! Everyday he’ll just hand me a list to do and disappears.”

“That’s exactly the problem, ever since he’s offered you a job here he’s been acting like there's a stick up his ass more than normal. You must being doin’ shit at your job.” He nudges you and you both laugh.

“Yeah, no idea. I try to talk to him. He’s the one person in this whole place I don’t even know about… but he ignores me.”

“I don’t think he completely ignores you, doll face. Do you notice how you’re the only thing he can look at when you’re around? Hard to get him to help Charlie lately, too.”

You blush and drag your gaze to the floor. “No, I didn’t notice that. What’s his deal anyways?”

Angel went into detail about how Alastor wa/is one of the most powerful overlords in the Pride ring. 7 years ago he disappeared or some shit but 7 months ago he came back and randomly ended up here. Some bullshit about wanting to help Charlie with her ridiculous delusions about saving a sinner. He’s just here for the ‘entertainment’, but he’s been a big help honestly. Especially in his battle during the extermination - before he got wounded.

Wounded? He could get hurt? A powerful overlord who has thousands of contracted souls could get… hurt? But there airs another question…

He doesn’t believe in redemption?

Your thoughts were cut short by a shadow carrying a mischievous grin lurking in the hallway. Umbra swirls in a mist of shadows as his eyes glow green and gestures for you to follow him.

Raising from the couch you head his way.

“Maybe he just needs some good head!” Angel calls out to you.

You follow Umbra as he slithers over the carpet, manifests himself over the walls and guides you upstairs. His cute grin makes you laugh, and you're excited to see what he has in store for you today.

Not noticing that you pass your own room, your eyes only watching Umbra flee with excitement, he leads you to a door at the end of a hallway. He turns to you, looking you once over and dissipates through the door.

Knowing you want him to follow, and without a second thought, your hand turns the knob and you fly inside Alastor’s radio room.

There, hunched over his desk wearing only his long sleeve undershirt and pants, Alastor’s back is turned to you.

“Who the fuck,” Alastor’s head turns over his shoulder, black eyes blown wide as his red pupils snap to you.

“Alastor- shit, I’m,” you back away, accidentally shutting the door behind you.

“Has anyone taught you proper manners? Don’t you know that walking in on someone is-” Every word cuts through you like a knife, the static in his voice grows louder in every syllable. The lights flicker around you as Alastor’s body grows larger in scale, his antlers growing wide.

“I didn’t know!” You yell honestly, you didn't know. Or, you weren’t paying attention.

“The door was locked, how did you get in here?” Red liquid oozes out of his mouth as his empty black eyes stare you down. But you’re not looking at the anger on his face, or the way his body engulfs the room. No, you're looking at how his arm covers a wound on his side. Your eyes scan to the side, where ointments and bandages lay askew over his desk.

“You’re hurt, Alastor.”

The radio demon stops, and for a moment, you catch surprise painted in his features.

“Let me help?” You offer, taking a step forward.

He doesn’t move.

“Get out.”

You step forward, unafraid of his form. He's hurt, and you can see the blood squelching against his hand, dripping to the floor.

You reach out, covering your hand over his bloodied one and your eyes flicker upwards to the beast before you.

A silent plea to let him help. If he’s been doing this on his own since the extermination, he hasn’t been doing a great job at mending it.

He gives a frustrated sigh, and shrinks back down to his normal self. Internally rolling your eyes at how easy that was to do… an all powerful overlord listening to you was a confidence booster to say the least.

You look down to assess the wound. His red undershirt wet and stained with blood on the right side of his torso.

You flash him a look for silent permission, and he nods ever so slightly, his eyes fixated on your face. You begin to unbutton his shirt from the top down. You scan your fingers delicately over his chest and down towards the wound. Alastor lets out a shaky sigh that goes unnoticed by you.

You expose his torso more by opening up his shirt to get a better look. Alastor leans back in his chair and curves his hips upwards ever so faintly. You swallow, fighting the demons in your head to take a closer look at his exposed body.

“Looks… bad.” You manage to say, focusing only on the wound before gentle fingers slide under your chin and angle your face upwards so he can see you fully.

And you swear, that for a moment, something swirls deep within his gaze. Something more than he lets on. A flash of hope? Eagerness?

Now’s not the time.

You clear your throat before grabbing supplies and getting to work.

Alastor was silent as you mended him. His eyes never left your face as you cleaned the wound and bandaged it neatly.

“All better!” You chime, doing your best to ignore the buzz on your chin from his touch, “Next time you try to do this yourself, try to find me? I don’t think it’s healed right for at least a couple weeks. You’re lucky it hasn’t gotten infected.”

“We’re in hell, dear, I’m sure there’s worse things to worry about than an infected wound.”

He didn’t even bother to say thank you.

Is this the sophisticated and well-mannered demon Charlie raved about? The helpful demon that made this hotel?

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding and your shoulders shrug downward.

“Is there a reason why you’ve been so avoidant since I arrived? Everyone has been talking about how you’ve been acting differently since I showed up. Why is that? Did I do anything to you?” You avoid his eye contact by putting away the medical supplies inside a metal box.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear. I’ve always been the same.” He leans back in his chair.

Something doesn’t add up.

“Everyone talks about how you’re this powerful overlord, yet you lock yourself up in this tower all day and night. They all talk about how you were always around and ever since me you’re nowhere to be found.”

“I’d watch your mouth, little doe.” He snarls, but doesn’t move from his chair.

You stand, and for once you’re just taller than him even when he’s sitting down. Stories you’ve heard, the things the other residents say about him - nothing is adding up. Angel even went out of his way to ask what the fuck you did to him to act like this.

“I can’t help but think that you’re trying to avoid me. Are you scared of me or something? Or do you just like to see me do all of your bitch work so you don’t have to look at me?”

“And why,” Alastor stands, towering over you. You never realized how much taller and broader he is compared to you. His entire frame engulfs your size. “Would I be scared of a pathetic, weak sinner who died so easily doing something so reckless and ended up here?”

A beat, “I’d go far as to say you’re forgettable in this cesspool. Why would I go out of my way to avoid that?” He hums, lowering to your level at the waist. You want to punch that smug smile on his face.

You ball your fists and keep his eye contact. You scrunch up your nose and grind out every word with anger, “That’s hilarious coming from someone who did the same. Not so different, you and I.”

You didn’t care enough to see his expression before turning on your heel and head straight to your room.

Sinking onto your bed, you throw your head between your hands with a groan.

Asshole. Fucking asshole.

It doesn't take long before a presence in front of you lingers, and a warm caress slithers over your cheek.

“Not now, Umrba. I’m not in the mood.”

Umbra’s smokey hand tugs gently at your arm, pulling it forward and causing your head to droop. You allow him to pull you up and into an embrace.

Scents of whiskey, soap and lemongrass once again fill your head. A lovely haze that you’ve come to cherish. A friend.

A comfort.

A beautiful melody fills the air, and swallows you whole. Umbra’s body shakes with a staticy old tune.

“I’ll never smile again, until I smile at you” The voices sing a beautiful sorrowful melody, filling the air. Umbra’s arms skate over you and places his hands in yours.

The stance of a dance.

Umbra guides your one arm over his back, there he rests the other around your waist. A close embrace that you happily welcome.

“For tears would fill my eyes, my heart would realize…”

Guiding your hips in a gentle sway, you rest your cheek on his torso. The both of you sway to the melody slowly in your dimly lit room.

And, like always, the shadow doesn’t say a word. And maybe you like it that way. With all the chaos pounding loudly in your head, Umbra can always grant you the safe space you need. No judgment, no games.

No words.

Umbra pulls you around in a dizzying spin on your toes, earning a giggle from you. The music crescendos softly.

“I’ll never love again, I’m so in love with you…”

Guiding you around your room, you follow his lead. Wisps of smoke trail after him and curl at the bottom of your feet. Warmth is all you can feel.

You’re picked up swiftly and spun like a child before being placed softly in your bed. Umbra continues to play the melody until you are cast away in blissful sleep.

“Within my heart, I know I will never start to smile again, until I smile at you.”

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Take this wip because the glasses are KILLING ME on my human Al drawing, it will have to wait till tomorrow!

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The Belly of a Black Heart - Alastor x Reader

18+. minors do not interact.

thank you @lustylita for the inspiration of this fic. your mind is a beautiful place. everyone check out her art and her concept to this story here. all credits to her, this was not my idea.

If this world is wearing thin And you're thinking of escape I'll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains But if you try to go alone Don't think I'll understand

part 1

tw : violence, slight gore. No smut

words : 3.4k

notes : this chapter is world building. this story will absolutely have smut and a little angst. no dark content this story. but minors dni.

Your feet are fast beneath you. The rain pelts your face and uncomfortably slithers down into the fabric of your clothes.

But you keep running. In any other circumstance, you would say, at this moment, that you’re running because your life depends on it.

But your life, quite literally, depends on it.

Streetlights are a blur as you run down the empty street, pumping your arms higher and faster. Grinding your teeth and ignoring the way your lungs threaten to give out on you, you fight the urge to look back.

Your body screams to stop. But the only thing you need to feel, the only thing that matters, is feeling that plastic bag within your palm.

A faint groan falls past your lips as you try to keep up with your pace. Just a little farther, just a little faster and you’ll make it safe. Back to-

The roaring of an engine cuts through the downpour of rain. A bright light swerves over your form from behind you and grows bigger.

Don’t look back, don’t look back. Keep going. For her. For her. For her.

The car revs up to you all too fast. A pained noise comes up through your throat as tears welt at your eyes, but you don’t stop.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” A man screams at you through the open car window.

Darting your eyes to the right graces you an opening. An alley. And before thinking twice, you throw your body down the path.

You sprint down the cobblestone, careful not to catch your shoe on the uneven rock. It’s dark, and without the streetlights, you do the best you can to adjust. You’re caught between two tall buildings, the rain a little gentler now. Dodging between trash and dumpsters, you keep going.

This won’t be how you die.

But another building greets you at the end of this path. Catching your breath, you bring your hands to the stone and feel. Hoping, praying that there’s-

A ladder.

Shoving the plastic bag into your pocket, you grip the cold steel of the ladder and begin to climb.

All before rough hands forcefully grip your shoulders and throw you to the ground.

You wail as your skull cracks over a skewed rock.

“Thought you could outrun us, little bitch?”

“Y’can’t just take what y’want without payin’, you fucking whore!”

Three hooded men surround your body. Your eyes slide down to see a sharp object glistening in the faint light.

Fight, flight, or freeze.

You’ve heard the term, but you’ve never been in a moment where you needed to think of what to do so quickly. You know damn well you’d be fucked if you didn’t try. If you fled, they’d find you. Hunt you down. They’d probably make your death last longer. You knew what you were dealing with, you’ve gotten what you needed plenty of times from them. Always a clean transaction.

But stealing? This time? You knew what they were about. If you froze you’d stand no chance. Even if you knew them, they wouldn’t grant you mercy.

Stabilizing yourself onto your palm, your other hand sheaths a knife you keep hidden in your sock.

“Whoa! Deciding to be a big girl today?”

“Get the fuck back!” You don’t recognize your gavelled voice.

Swiping your knife at one man's belly catches him by surprise. And to your surprise, you got him good. Yelling out in pain, the man slumps forward and grips his stomach. Thankfully, this one wore a thin shirt under an open jacket.

“Jesus, fuck! Oh, y’done it now ya cunt.”

Thrashing in their hold, kicking anywhere you could, biting, screaming, scratching - it’s done no good.

One man is quick to put you in a headlock while the other lands blow after blow over your face.

The world is fading. Your vision blurs with blood. Your mouth slacks open and becomes numb from the pain, like your body is giving you one last grace before you die. Through puffy eyelids, you lift your head the best you can before catching the eyes of the man before you.

He steps close to your face, taking in your bloodied mess, and smiles menacingly before the blade of a cold knife slides over your throat.

–

Nausea hits you quickly when you wake. Are you awake? Is this a dream?

You hiss through gritted teeth as you roll your head to the side over… stone? You’re laying down… outside?

The sounds of screams finally filter through your ears all at once, like a radio was just turned up too loud and it rattles your bones.

The…fuck?

You rack your memory, shifting through everything you can remember from just before. It’s hazy, but you’re sure you blacked out. You throw your face into your hands, despite how your body protests any movement you give. And then like a freight train, it all hits you at once.

Sprinting down an empty street through the rain, the baggie you desperately held… Three mens’ faces. The feeling of slicing through one’s stomach like it was butter, watching the blood splatter over the cobblestone with a sickening splash as his intestines threaten to spill.

The look on the man's face as something cold touches your throat. The warmth that spilled down your body after that.

You died.

You’re fucking joking.

Denial, panic, dread, anxiety - it all crashes into you at once. Your home, your bills, your job were the first things that came to mind. What about your family? What would they think? Your lifeless body flashes through your mind.

What about my body? Will they hide me? Leave me there to rot? You’ve known in the past that they‘ve displayed bodies to others as a warning… but what will they do with yours?

Oh god, what would your family think of how your body looked when you died? They’ll know you suffered.

The pills.

Fuck the pills. Would they think you’re a druggie? Would they know-

Her.

Your body shakes as you blanch. You dry heave over the stone but nothing comes.

What about her? How will she be able to-

“Well well well! Lookie what the mortal realm dragged here! Fresh meat.” A gravel voice comes from, you look up to see, a dumpster.

“Oy, she’s fresh. Reeks of human.” The other agrees.

Adjusting your eyes, you assess the place you’re in. You guess you haven’t even considered where you are… were you alive? The mortal realm? ….Human?

Your body aches as you rise to your feet, swaying as you stand fully.

You shake your head, “what?” It comes out as a whisper. Not knowing if you’re speaking to yourself, into existence, or asking the men at the dumpster chain smoking cigarettes.

“Oy, poor thing don’t know where she’s at!”

“Give her a second - Hey! Hey miss! What ya in for?”

You take a moment to look… You’re standing in an alley.

Funny.

This alleyway is much shorter than the one you were just in. There's a group of men in suits smoking next to a dumpster, all dressed in slacked smiles and top hats. All very excited to hear what you have to say.

No. Not men.

Are you dreaming? You’ve gotta be. These men don’t look normal. Their bodies resemble sharks. Sharp teeth line their smile, bulbous noses… even tails.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. You don’t even feel like you’re in your own body.

One shark-man-thing elbows another after a comment you don’t hear, “Oy, don’t fuck around, not her fault she don’t know, right there, doll face?”

“Welcome to hell!” Another shark cackles out.

Your vision tunnels. You really are dead.

“So, sweetheart, ya gunna tell us what yer in for?”

Panic sets in and you're gone. Sprinting down the alley and into the vermillion streets of… hell.

Never knowing that you’d sprint like your life depended on it again, you bob and weave between small red creatures with horns, tall gangly dark voids, monsters with falling flesh that expose their bones, prickly beings with multiple arms…

A dream. Wake up.

You ran for miles. Hours, you’re sure of it. Satan himself must be laughing because you swear you didn't leave this one area even though you’ve been trying to escape for hours. You’ve passed the same towns, the same buildings, shops and landmarks multiple times now.

Your body refused to run any longer. Your legs feel like jelly and quiver with every step. You suppose it’s getting dark. You would never guess that ‘hell’ had a nighttime. Wasn’t it all flames and eternal suffering? These creatures here surely look like their suffering, but it wasn’t quite the image you’ve always pictured.

There were gift shops, libraries, tall business buildings, grocery stores, games, bars - a sinners paradise. Everything you could think of was right here.

The smells of burning flesh and acid still pierced your senses and in some areas you’d find mutilated bodies, vomit and unknown fluids littering the streets… but in other areas, they were clean, the people friendly.

This has got to be the workings of some fabricated bat-shit wild drugs your doctor gave you at the hospital. You’ll wake soon.

Dragging your feet along, the glow of multiple tv’s through a window catches your attention.

Your eyes are heavy. Everything about you is heavy. So you stare into the oblivion for god knows how long of commercials, wild news stories and-

“Are you a way-ward sinner looking for redemption? Are you fresh from the cut and confused why you’re here?” A staticy transatlantic voice booms through the screens. A wave of interest gives you a second wind.

“Well come on down to the Hazbin Hotel!” The commercial shows a happy group standing in front of a hotel. The camera pans to one individual in particular, holding out her hands to the camera with a comforting smile.

“I believe that you can change and find your way into heaven! Allow me and our staff to help you with your path to redemption!” The camera cuts to pictures of the inside. Beautiful wallpaper lined the walls, fresh new carpet, golden accents throughout, new bathrooms and a beautiful wooden bar… fresh new rooms with offensively comfortable beds.

“After the most recent extermination, our hotel was destroyed. But! With a little help, we have re-built it bottom up. We have new additions as well! Come read in our extensive library, relax in our spa, come have a drink at our new and bigger bar. Come lay in bedrooms twice the size as the last one! And it’s all waiting for you here at the Hazbin Hotel!”

The Hazbin Hotel… it sounds like just what you needed. A bed, some food, a drink and most importantly - a bed to sleep this dream off.

Taking a once over the directions to the hotel listed on the screen, you begin your walk up to the highest point in hell.

A damn is that a walk. With all the running you did all day, you’re lucky you were able to walk across town and up the hill to where a luxurious and brightly lit hotel stands tall.

Taking in the beauty of it all and the grand entrance doors, you knock gently.

It didn’t take long for the door to burst open and you're met with that same friendly face you saw in the commercial.

“Hello there! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where we can make your redemption become a reality! I am so happy you’re here!” The frantic woman takes your hand in hers, shaking it firmly.

“Charlie, Charlie, I know you’re excited but-” A shorter woman appears behind her with long white hair and purple skin. Her eye meets yours as she offers a small smile.

“I’m Vaggie, this is Charlie. Are you here to check-into the hotel?”

Bouncing up and down, the tall blond balls her fists together in excitement.

“I’m Charlie Morningstar! The owner of this hotel! And you are?”

You smile, giving her your name before she squeals in excitement.

“If you’d have me, I’d like to check in.” You say.

“Ohmygoodness this is great! Come on, we will give you a tour!” With a sigh from Vaggie, Charlie gently takes your hand and leads you inside.

Surprisingly, a clean scent hits you as you walk through the threshold. It’s warm and inviting, unlike most of the places you ventured to today. Golden lanterns light up the lobby beautifully, the marble of the floor shines brightly beneath the ambiance.

“This is our lobby, where we check-in guests like you!”

A beautiful golden double ended staircase lined with red carpet stands tall at the end of the lobby. Elevators line the hallways behind it, to the right is a common area with luxurious furniture, fully equipped with that same mahogany bar you saw on the commercial.

“It’s… beautiful.” You sigh and under your breath you continue, “Too bad it’s just a dream.”

You notice that the shoulders on both women beside you fall. Charlie chuckles nervously, “What do you mean it’s a dream?”

You shrug. “I mean, isn’t this all a dream? I pass out and I wake up… here,” you gesture to the beautiful lobby. “I’m sure I’ll wake up soon, but I never imagined that I could conjure up a place like this.”

Charlie fiddles with her fingers and opens her mouth to respond, but it’s Vaggie who steps forward.

“Did you say that you ‘passed out and woke up here?’” You nod, head still spinning around to take it all in. The ceilings are high and painted with beautiful artwork, expressing all colors that you haven’t really seen much outside in this dream.

Vaggie is hesitant before she continues.

“I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but this isn’t a dream. You’ve died and ended up in hell.” Her hand on your shoulder is gentle.

You cock your head to face her. You want to laugh. You want to smile it off. Of course they would say that, doesn’t everyone in dreams tell you that? But the expression she carries is genuine and there’s this tension in the air.

And you feel that spiral all over again. Your heart rate quickens and it’s difficult to swallow, your mouth is so dry… you shake your head.

“Ah! What do we have here, Charlotte?”

That familiar transatlantic accent courses through the room as smooth as you’ve heard once before.

“She’s just arrived!” Charlie clears her throat, blanketing the tension with her upbeat sing-song voice.

“I thought I could smell something… fresh. What do they call you, sweetheart?” He hums.

Peering up, you’re met with a tall man dressed in a red suit. His hands rest over a cane as his gaze peers down at you. A wicked smile paints his face as his ears stand proudly atop his head.

You give him your name, offering him a small smile and in response, the man cocks his head to the side, ears tilting inwards as he does.

“A lovely name. I’m Alastor, it is quite a pleasure to meet you.” Your eyes scan his face and that beautiful smile. His eyes are a deep red and his features sharp. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

His vermillion stare is heavy as he offers a hand. You take it hesitantly and to your surprise, he is far more gentle than Charlie’s initial greeting. His thumb swipes over your knuckles as his eyes drink your entire being in.

“Charlie, I think I’ll take care of the rest.”

Vaggie cuts in, “I don’t think so. Not a good idea to be alon-”

Alastor’s head cracks in the direction of her. The slightest flicker of lights is barely noticeable in the lobby.

“It’s okay, Vaggie. It’s late anyways! We will spend all day with her tomorrow. Oh! I have so many ideas on exercises and breakfast and lunch and-”

“Yes, we do.” Vaggie’s hand rests over the blonde’s then her attention turns to you. “Just… be careful. Alastor will show you to your room when you’re done. We will see you in the morning.”

The girls bid you goodnight and the lobby feels strangely empty without them here.

You’re left with Alastor, who you don’t know his role here yet, who’s stare is unwavering ever since he’s met you.

“Right this way, dear.” The metal of his cane gently guides you through the halls as he continues the tour Charlie set off.

The man is eerily quiet through the tour. With his arms folded behind his back, he would take you to each floor and show you all the things this place has to offer.

The stare he gives burns on your skin, but you do your best to ignore. You’re not in any state to question right now. Especially as to why he walks so close, why he brushes up against you when opening doors for you and why he’s failed to focus on anything other than your frazzled state.

The hotel is beautiful. Full of everything anyone could ever want. A library, a spa, a gym, a bar, formal dining room, common rooms, fully equipped kitchen. This place has it all, and you’re welcome here? Everything this hotel has, is for you to gain redemption and go to heaven?

The thought of heaven crosses your mind. You mull it over. Heaven would be nice to spend eternity but… Why? Why weren’t you chosen to go to heaven and ended up here?

But this sense of dread fills you deep in your core. You’ve died. Did they already find your body? How much time has passed on earth?

“Is it not up to your standards, little doe?” Alastor’s voice chimes in, lifting an eyebrow.

Pushing away the thought, you shake your head. “No, no, that’s not it at all. This place is beautiful. I’m just,” you sigh, shoulders slumping inward.

“It’ll take time.” You don’t notice the way his hand twitches.

“I don’t even know why I am here.” Your footsteps are muffled by the lush carpet as you pass the hotel rooms.

“Some don’t understand why they’re here when they first arrive. I’m sure a bath and some rest will help.” Stopping in front of a mahogany door, Alastor steps close to you. The tips of his shoes almost touch yours. The wisps of his hair curl under his chin as he looks down to you. His curious expression was only a flash, as it was replaced with a casual grin, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Your line of sight rests at the base of his chest, his scent of whiskey and soap fill your senses.

A hand grazes over your waist, his face brushes over your cheek as he leans forward to open the door. His warmth radiates into you, but only for a fleeting moment-

“And here we are, my dear. Your very own living quarters!” Spinning you around quickly, your eyes fall on the large room that you can now call yours.

A king bed plush with pillows and a soft comforter. A desk, a closet, a couch and lounge chair set that sit perfectly in front of a golden fireplace. In the back - a large bathroom with a claw foot tub and stand up shower.

You gasp at it all.

“Mine?” You turn to Alastor standing tall at the doorway. The light from behind him outcasts his features that are facing you. His presence is strong and you’ve noticed that the moment you met. His stance always unwavering, his movements calculated. Something pulls beneath your chest, a nagging feeling that there’s more beneath the aloof surface.

“All yours, little doe.”

He watches you silently before he continues.

“My radio studio is the door directly to your left and my room is just across the hall. If you need anything, I am close.”

“Thank you, Alastor.” You smile at him. A genuine smile. And it feels like the first one in a while. Things don’t feel so grim after all. You could really make this work. Your chest flutters with hope.

Hell, you’ll even give redemption a shot.

Alastor hesitates. Keeping his gaze over yours as you stand in the middle of your room. You can’t see any of his features, but his eyes burn through yours. The deep red forces its way through the darkness, and you can’t quite pinpoint the emotion that lays there.

“Until tomorrow, goodnight.” And before you could wish the same, he is gone and your door is already closed.

–

With a hot shower to scrub away the day, you crawl into bed. Sleep manifests faster than you think. Guess you didn’t realize how tired you were. And before you know it, you're comfortably slumped and drifting into peaceful sleep.

You didn’t even realize the shadow that slithers under your door.

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confessioncassette · 4 days

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Bro litas mind is so creative and sweet I am

….brainstorming….

Alastor x reader idea!!

Disclaimer: if anyone wants to write it you have my consent AS LONG as you credit/ tag me!

Alastor pretends that he can't stand you (he adores you, and it baffles/ confuses him), and because of that, he usually will keep away from you. Only talking to you if he has to or if it's about the hotel. You're not bothered by it. Sure, you like him a lot, but are happy to admire him from afar anyway. You go about your day until his shaddow starts following you, chirping happily when you smile at it, and after a day of it helping you out with hotel tasks and playing around with you, it materialises and starts clinging to you affectionately once it senses that Alastor is trying to call it back to him, only just noticing that it wasn't with him. The affection throws you for a loop so bad that you shout to its owner for help because now it's piggie-backing you with its legs around your waist crossed at the ancles, all while nuzzling into the junction between your neck and sholder, it also starts to nibble on you when you hear the static of its owner getting louder. You've never seen Alastor so flusted till the moment he walks in and sees what his shadow is doing.

Idk, I think it would be cute, I support the idea that Alastor's shaddow mirrors his honest feelings, and if he doesn't have his shaddow on a tight leash... it acts upon his desirs.

#wip #woooooo this will be fun!!

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confessioncassette · 22 days

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𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐧.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟏.𝟖𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

"Dear listeners, we have a special guest this evening. It's quite rare now-a-days that I invite others on my show, but you're in for a special treat! Please give it up for this lovely lady..."

Turning his attention towards you, Alastor gestures that you have the floor.

Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you nod to the radio demon.

"You'd be perfect for this!" Charlie's voice rings through your memory. "No better way to rep the hotel than with our best resident! You really mean it, Alastor? She can guest star on your broadcast?"

"I couldn't think of anyone more fitting, Charlie dear. What do you say? Would you give me the honor of interviewing you tonight?"

You're sure that the look on your face alerts Charlie to come by your side. "It'll be short, right Alastor? Just talk about your experience and what we do here. I know you can do it!"

Crimson eyes slither to yours. The radio demon's hands curl around the microphone head of his cane, nails clicking against the metal as he does.

"I can guarantee that it'll be short and sweet. Nothing more."

Clearing your throat and leaning into the microphone resting on the table in front of you, you introduce yourself to his listeners.

"I've been here at the Hazbin Hotel for 6 months now..." Your eyes flicker nervously to Alastor, but all he gives in return is a soft smile. "And I've really enjoyed my time here. Everyday we have a group session where we practice good conduct, trust exercises and bond with the other residents here at the hotel. I've made lifelong friendships here."

"This little darling came here a wayward sinner not too long ago, but she has made remarkable progress! Dear, can you tell the listeners what you have learned so far?"

"I've learned that... even stranded souls can have genuine hearts. I don't think even when I was mortal that I found good people who cared. We all care about each other here and watch each other's backs."

"Ahh," the radio demon coos, his crimson eyes fixated softly on you, "truly a heartwarming statement. Almost makes one sentimental, doesn't it my dear listeners? Any last words, darling?"

You shift, warmth fills your chest as the faces of your friends flash before your eyes. Their smiles are genuine, their laughs are comforting... the memory of Angel's boisterous laugh and hand resting upon your shoulder after you blew out the candles of your 'happy 1 month' cake floods your memory. Charlies songs gently caress your brain, Nifty's antics never failing to make you laugh, Husk's comforting and approving smile after you make strides in a group exercise, the smell of Sir Pentious's homemade cookies ghost your nostrils, Vaggie's unwavering loyalty to you all...

It's all a warm hug. Who knew that months ago when you were rock bottom you'd eventually find this new place to call home.

"This Hotel has been a true blessing. People laugh at the idea of redemption, but we are proof that souls can change. Charlie truly cares for her people, and you might think it's funny, but I whole-heartedly believe in her cause. Just look at how she protected Pride during the most recent extermination. We were on the front lines protecting YOU. I think that says a lot about what we do here..." You trail off.

Your eyes meet Alastors unwavering gaze.

"Well, you heard it here first, folks. If you want to give redemption a shot, come on down to the Hazbin Hotel! After the recent extermination, our beloved hotel was destroyed. But I am happy to announce that we have re-built the hotel from the foundation up - thanks to our residents and the Princess of Hell! New bedrooms, bathrooms, bar, dining room, furniture- you'd have it all here!"

A staticy recording of applause fills the radio room, followed up by jaunty jazz music as Alastor begins again in a smooth low voice, "Thank you for joining me tonight. I am your humble host, Alastor, signing off for the night...."

With a flick of a switch, the show was off the air.

"Not so bad for your first interview, my dear. How do you feel after being in the spotlight?" Alastor's shoulders relax as he leans back in his chair.

"I was pretty nervous at first, I won't lie."

"Naw, deary, everyone gets a bit of stage fright the first time."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "did you?"

"HA! No. I'd like to think that I was born to be on the air. As a mortal, it was a dream that I was living in. I got lucky," he shrugs, "but whenever I had guests, they always shared that same look. Fidgety, uncomfortable... they got used to it if I invited them back often enough." Alastor rests his chin over his knuckles as his eyes pass you over thoughtfully.

"Things take time, darling. You did exceptionally well."

"Thanks, Al." You give a soft smile.

Alastor was quiet for a few moments before slicing the stillness with his upbeat voice.

"I do have something else for you tonight."

You perk up, sitting straight in your chair. Curiosity swirls in your stomach- or is it anxiety?

"Oh?" You cock your head to the side as you watch Alastor stand. Grabbing his microphone cane and sticking it to the floor with a metal thud.

The expression that paints his face is unreadable.

"If I recall correctly, you have a fond fascination with space, am I correct?"

You still, eyeing the radio demon up and down. His red eyes glow, glazed over with mischief.

"You remembered that? I was drunk... talking to Angel about what life was like as a mortal." You rack your memory. It's hazy, but you remember.

"Darling, I'm pretty good at listening. I deemed this piece of information worth keeping."

You tap your finger on the table, waiting for him to continue.

"I want to show you the stars tonight, if you'll let me. There's a rare celestial phenomenon happening tonight."

"The stars? But, how? Hell has no way of viewing the stars."

Alastor stalks towards you, cane behind his back. Looking down at you he extends a hand.

An invitation.

And you take it. His fingers curl around your palm gently, a thumb swipes over the back of your hand. Pulling you out of your seat, his body still towers over yours.

"I pulled a few strings, my darling." Letting go of your hand, his warmth faded as quickly as it came. Your first instinct is to pull him back in, but before you finish the thought, he pulls the most beautiful crystal out of his coat pocket and presents it to you.

Dazzling pink and purples swirl under the surface of the rock and beautifully gleams under the lights in his radio tower.

Your mouth slacks open, in awe of the sparkles that hypnotize you.

"It's beautiful." You whisper.

"Not only is it beautiful, but it's a useful tool. Come," and you follow his strides to the center of his radio tower.

Holding out his hand with the crystal in the center of his palm, the rock begins to glow. Streams of purples and pinks swirl from the bottom of your feet, up your body and close over the both of you. Scents of fresh spring flowers and crisp morning air flood your nostrils as your hair wisps in the crystal's wake of wind. The last thing you see before a fog of pink, was Alastors glowing red eyes staring back at you.

In an instant, the wall of pink dissipates and you're left standing in... you look around.... A forest?

You stand on top of a mountain peak overlooking mountains littered with pine trees.

Crisp air pricks at your skin as you hear the gentle whirl of wind dancing through the leaves of the trees around you. A sound that you never thought you'd hear again is music to your ears - birds singing their songs for all the world to hear.

It's lighter here, wherever this is. The air is clear. The landscape is serene.

"It's... light out. What time is it?" You spin around to face the radio demon whose hands are folded behind his back.

The relaxed smile he holds widens to a sincere and toothy grin.

"Just past 3 o'clock in the mortal realm, my dear."

With how beautiful the landscape is, you couldn't help but notice that the sky isn't freckled with stars.

"This is where we will see the stars?" You ask, whirling your head to take in the mountains once more.

"That will come later. But for now..." The heels of Alastor's shoes click louder as he strides up behind you.

His gloved hand takes yours, his gaze flashes with excitement before turning his attention to the north. You lift your chin to where he looks.

The sun rests high in the sky, shining brightly. Strangely, staring at the sun after you’ve died and went to hell doesn’t hurt like you remember it did when you were mortal. You’re able to take it all in without squinting.

“Any moment now, darling.” Alastor coos, his thumb swiping over your knuckles.

And just like he said, the sky dims and there’s a sudden drop in temperature. To the right of the sun, the moon slowly engulfed its warmth. Your hands tighten around Alastors.

The moon is full, and now completely black as it finds its place in front of the sun. A beautiful ring glows behind the moon, in such a way that it’s enchanting.

An eerie but marvelous sight.

You’ve never seen something like this.

“What is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“A solar eclipse, darling. They’re very rare, but very powerful.” He turns to you with a soft smile. “You know, some mortals believe this phenomenon brings bad luck. But others, like myself, see it more of… good luck.”

“What do you mean?” You examine his face.

“The sun rules the day, and the sleepy moon rules the night. Seeking companionship, the moon is drawn to his bride and they come together to create an eclipse. Lovers, others believe. Lovers that get lost in the moment and create stars to light their return to normalcy.” The hold on your hand drops, “I think it's fitting.”

“I never knew. This is.. I don’t even know what to say, Alastor. Thank you for showing me this.” At a loss of words, you take in the eclipse one last time before the moon slowly glides away. As it does, the sun shines once more, brightening up the sky and warming the landscape.

“We’re not done yet, darling. I have more planned!” Alastors grin widens as he twirls his cane and lands it with a sharp metal click on the mountain.

“We get to stay?” Excitement wells in your chest. You’d love nothing more than to spend more time alone with the demon. You do wonder though, why he even brought you here in the first place.

“We get to stay as long as you wish, my dear. Tonight was planned for you.”

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel

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confessioncassette · 30 days

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working on a nun! Alastor x virgin! Reader and some other things! (Including soft Alastor)

Things have been super busy so I apologize 🤍

#silene thots

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𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐋𝐮��𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐕𝐨𝐱 & 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤/𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

Lucifer :

𐕣 Has a pretty milky skin color with a rose gold tip. When he’s throbbing it turns darker

𐕣 Perfect length at 8 inches that curves slightly upward when hard. Normal girth with a pretty vein that runs underneath along his shaft.

𐕣 Golden pubes for sure. I believe his pubes would be trimmed down and neatly groomed - clean and ready for you whenever.

𐕣 When aroused, pretty little beads of precum decorate his tip. He would have a normal amount of wetness, enough to slick his cock easily when jerking off/getting ready to enter you.

𐕣 Loves to tease you with his cock head. Signature move would be rubbing his tip over your clit a few times before entering you.

𐕣 Pleasure dom. Would touch you all over, whisper and lick your ear… make you feel loved and caressed all over. But will have control of everything you do. Definitely into treating you like a baby

Alastor :

𐕣 He’d have a girthy fucking cock. 8.5 inches with a little more girth at the bottom of his shaft.

𐕣 Reddish tip. His cock head perfectly portioned to the girth of his cock

𐕣 His dick wouldn’t curve much, stands pretty straight when hard.

𐕣 Would be a powerhouse when drilling into you, opening you up. He loves to watch his fat cock enter your body then look up at your face when he stretches you open.

𐕣 Wet. So wet. Precum oozes off of him and he uses this to an advantage. Would smear his slick over your cheek, your lips, would lube himself up if he feels nice enough. Otherwise he likes to force his way inside with no foreplay.

𐕣 Pretty neat pubes. He takes care of himself. They would be longer than Lucifer’s but trimmed.

Vox :

𐕣 he would be a tad smaller but still at a lovely 7 inches.

𐕣 His cock beautifully curves upwards - and hits that spot inside you every time.

𐕣 No pubes. Literally clean shaven and shaved every morning in the shower. No, he doesn’t get razor burn.

𐕣 pretty blue tip with big balls. Absolutely loves when you play with him. His body twitches when you do.

𐕣 His dick gets real wet, especially when you suck on his shaft and take his balls in your mouth. Man would be dripping in precum.

𐕣 Loves when you suck his tip to clean him off and prefers when you place kisses along his shaft.

𐕣 Don’t let this fool you because he is very into power play.

𐕣 Very much into edging. Will watch you cry and cry until your body can’t handle it. You’ll end up having an orgasm before he says so- he’ll use this to punish you.

Valentino :

𐕣 Looooong ass cock but skinnier. 9 inches with a purple cockhead and pinkish around the slit

𐕣 Slightly curved upward for your pleasure.

𐕣 Pubes are straight bush. He doesn’t shave but he’s clean. He could care less if you gag on it, it won’t suck itself, you know?

𐕣 will lay back and smoke a cigarette while you try to force his cock down your throat. And once you do, he’ll surprise you by shoving your head down to watch you gag.

𐕣 he doesn’t get very wet, but he will use your own slick to coat his cock before he enters you.

𐕣 Not much for foreplay or pleasuring you, he’ll lay back as you ride him. Hell spread his legs for you as you do all the work. He’ll blow smoke at your face and watch you through his glasses as you be a good girl and pleasure him.

#lucifer morningstar smut #Lucifer Morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader smut #alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut #Vox x reader #Vox x reader smut #Vox smut #Valentino x reader #Valentino smut #Valentino x reader smut

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"Obnoxious... Pompous... Piece of shit...Television."

I bet this man schemes against Vox while looking out of his radio tower xD

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confessioncassette · 1 month

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"I would describe my sense of humour as fifty shades darker than yours."

Wanted to try my hand on Lucifer, how did I do??

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hi! if it's not too much to ask: lucifer morningstar x fem!reader doing 69, please? i just can't get this off my mind, omg. :') thank you and have a nice day/evening/night! <3

hi hi sweet nonie! so sorry this was answered so late. I hope you enjoy!

𝟔𝟗 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝟔𝟗, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩/𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

“It’s just not enough, I need more,” Lucifer growls over your clit. His face has been buried between your legs for… well, you lost count of how long.

His tongue has been furiously lapping up your juices, his mouth sloppily French kissing your cunt and he still needs more.

Your legs are slacked over his shoulders, a hand ruffles through his soft golden hair. You’ve been worked- forced to cum as many times as Lucifer seems fit. Your body hums with each delicious lick of his tongue.

He’s always needy after some time away.

His hand pumps his cock as he caters to you. By now, it’s a sticky mess. His precum makes his hand slide down his cock with ease. His cock throbs red and cum beading at the head.

“Luci,” you moan, bucking your hips into him.

“Shh, sweet girl. I have an idea.” Within an instant, Lucifer’s hands are twisting your body around and thrown over him.

His throbbing cock meets your face, pressing against your cheek.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, and you feel his breath on the back of your thighs, “this is what I needed, oh god you’re beautiful.”

Hands explore the flesh of your ass, spreading you open and closed. His fingertips dig into you and jiggle your fat.

He lets out a sigh and the cock that’s resting on your cheek presses into you.

“Oh, baby, pleaaaase would you take me in your mouth?” He whines, bucking his hips into you.

You smile, your hand curling around the base of his cock, “would it make you feel good, Luci?”

“Oh yes, I need you, angel.” One more thrust of his hips has you craving a whole different need now. You take him in your mouth fully as requested. No teasing, no licking, just sliding his cock down your warm wet throat until you can’t anymore.

“Fuck! Oh your mouth is divine, hmph-“ his words are muffled by your cunt as you press your hips down over his face and grind.

Lucifer hums in satisfactory, his tongue swipes at your clit with hunger. His nose bundles right up over your slit and he nuzzles.

You groan over his cock, rolling your eyes back in pleasure. You continue to bob your head up and down, working your tongue over his cock as you jump Lucifer’s face.

Lucifer’s legs come up to plant his feet into the mattress, his fingertips dig into the flesh of your ass as he jiggles it over his face.

With his feet planted and he stable enough, his hips roughly buck into you. Holding your head still, you take it. Spit dribbles down your chin as his hips thrust into you, his cock pumping in and out- the wetness from your spit and his precum fill the room.

Your throaty noises send him to euphoria. Hearing you gag over his cock makes him suck down hard on your clit and relentlessly fuck his cock down your throat.

If he could die from this, he would.

With every tough thrust, you focus on not gagging, his cock takes your breath away just to give it back- and take it away again. You grind your cunt over his face, relishing the pleasure he gives sucking your clit.

Lucifer’s mouth pulls away with a pop, “Oh shit, I’m going to cum down that throat of yours. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?” His finger replaces his mouth at your clit, rubbing rough circles over it. Your body jolts with the feeling.

You nod though, and breathe through your nose as best you can. The base of his cock is covered with your spit, and every time he buckled into you, your lips meet the wetness and your nose taps his balls softly. His head hits deep within your throat but you take it.

“Taking it like a fucking gooood girl. Shit, baby, here I come…” His hips stutter and he growls.

“Swallow my cum, take it all like a good little angel.”

Warmth fills your mouth. He thrusted himself deep down your throat, and you swallow every ounce of cum he gives you. He tastes sweet, and you suck him dry with a soft moan.

“Good girl, good fucking girl-“

You collapse over him, breathing heavy. “Luci, I don’t think I can go anymore..” you mumble.

Lucifer pets your legs softly and kisses your thigh.

“I know sweet girl, you did so well. You were so good for me… We will run you a bath, how does that sound?”

All he got was a hum of approval before scooping your body up and carry you to the bathroom.

#lucifer morningstar smut #lucifer morningstar x reader smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #Lucifer x reader smut

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hi lovelies! I’ll be at my first con this weekend so I won’t be active much! most requests are written so I might post but if I don’t just know I’ll be having the time of my life!

I even painted my nails for this dammed thing. One hand Alastor themed and the other Angel dust themed!

#book of silene

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𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐈’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

me and the devil, when you knocked upon my door.

Just one more time.

He'll check just one more time.

Alastor's footsteps are soft over the carpet leading up to your room, the faint glow of the lanterns pass over his face. Conflicted, he hesitates at the foot of your door.

The hotel is still. Charlie and her people fast asleep. The hallways smell of fresh carpet, wood and paint due to the new renovations of the hotel after the extermination.

It should be safe enough for you, but he can't help the feeling that gnaws at the pit of his stomach.

Mortification burns through his veins. The pathetic act of cockiness nearly killed him. How could he let himself slip up so badly? His battle with Adam should have been easy, but he overestimated. He should have reminded himself that he's bound as well- and to not push a limit that's out of reach.

The one thing that boils within his chest is now something that cannot be ignored- something he refused to acknowledge for a while.

That his composure that was once tightly woven is now unraveling. His composure is slipping through his fingers.

The face of your door mocks him. He shouldn't be here.

He stares at the wood to find an answer, but he's left with nothing. Not even a shadow. And yet, everything that is within himself stares right back at him.

Taunting. Insulting.

Pathetic.

"Alastor," that familiar feminine voice echoes throughout his head, "you've really let yourself go."

He knows what lies beyond, and he knows that he cannot mess with this any longer. But no matter how hard he pushes this feeling down, he's always pulled back to where you lie.

A moth to a flame.

With a rush of anxiety, similar to a child about to do something bad and knows of the consequence, he melts into shadows and slithers into your room.

And there you are, lying peacefully as you sleep. Your body slowly rises and falls to the rhythm of your breath.

Safe.

He just needed to see it.

"You know she won't be safe for long," the voice coos, a mental hand caresses his brain, "all the things you sentiment will always die."

Alastors face remains calm, ignoring the nagging voice that unsolicitedly forces its way in his head.

"Pathetic... I expected more from you."

Drowning out the voice, Alastor is focused only on you.

You.

A leach. A bloodsucking creature that slithered your way in and sunk claws into his soul. It simultaneously confuses and angers him that a small, insignificant sinner could pry their way down into the depths of his being. It's disgusting.

It's a problem that he can no longer dance around.

He knows what he is, and he never denies it. He thrives in death, the beauty of torture, the screams he can produce from pain. The temptation of killing is always pricking his fingertips. And yet here you are, a harmless little fawn.

You never matched him in power, but the depths of your soul are intriguing. It calls to him like a song that never stops singing. That day he bound your soul was the first time he's heard such beauty. It's infuriating.

It's hard to ignore.

"You'll never be able to keep her safe... A pathetic excuse for an overlord like you will never be enough."

Red eyes scan over your sleeping form. His ear twitches with annoyance as he admires your parted soft lips, your hair splayed out over your pillow, your face peaceful and slack with slumber.

Alastor doesn't make a sound as he saunters to your bed. He wonders what lies in your dreams, if he's there with you or if you prefer to be alone. He wonders what worlds you travel to when you drift away.

His gloved hand slides over your soft bedding before gently sitting down into the plush mattress. He's careful not to wake you with the movement. He's been in your room plenty of times- it feels both foreign and familiar. Your decorations down to the pillows are soft and delicate, like you're trying to find a comfort in this hell- a perfect reflection of you.

How fitting.

Do you dream of a life outside of this inferno? Do you believe him when he tells you that you're protected? What lies beneath your smile? Do you have any inkling of his growing passion for you?

Do you wish to spend your eternity elsewhere?

"My little doe, so delicate." He murmurs as he brushes a stray hair out of your face.

She'll be safe, he reminds himself, just never let the facade falter.

"For now."

Moments like this remind him that in the midst of chaos, in the midst of his sadistic desires, that you're the one thing he needs to come back to at the end of the day.

#alastor x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor

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Hello again, anon that complimented you before, maybe ill just refer to myself as Doe anon hahah- ANYWAYS LISTEN PEE KINK IS 👀?? Im starting to think our interests are more aligned than i thought PFFTTTTT

HELLO.

my sweet little doe nonie, we might just be the same person… you gave me the green light for this. Ily for this. so thank you.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. —— 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

"You look a mess, my dear."

You watch the radio demon carefully as he softly closes the door with a click. Glowing red eyes meet yours through the dusk of the evening.

Standing tall with a too-wide smile, he watches you squirm.

"It's not funny, Alastor, please," you beg. Your eyes dart from the demon before you, to the windows overlooking Pride. Your bladder aches, threatening to release itself- it's so full.

Alastor had a new game for you today. It started with a cup of coffee with breakfast, then insisting that you hydrate with a cup of water afterwards. Then it was him pestering you about staying hydrated after the group exercise today.

"You need to keep drinking, my dear," he'd coo, conjuring your soul bound chain around your neck. He had pulled you close to him by your leash and forced your mouth open to gulp down another glass of water at lunch. "Good girl!"

The worst part of it all - all the bathrooms today after lunch were either locked or being cleaned by Nifty.

And currently, you're knocked knee and as fragile as glass while Alastor stares down at you. One off movement and you’ll- you can’t.

And he's amused.

That familiar confident smile paints his face, eyebrows raised as his ears alert and honed straight on you.

"Do you need to use the facilities, sweetheart? You look...uncomfortable." His head cocks to the side with that last word.

"I haven't been able to go all afternoon." Your voice is soft, embarrassed that you're even in this situation. It's been a pain in the ass to even get to the toilet with all of them being locked all day, and it's starting to cause... discomfort to say the least.

And Alastor knows this. He sees this. He wants to make you crumble. The fear in your eyes of accidentally wetting yourself is a glorious sight.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine! I needed your help with something if you didn’t mind.”

You do mind. And the last thing on your mind right now is succumbing to Alastor’s busy work. Just because he owns your soul doesn’t mean you have to-

“Ah-“ a panicked whimper leaves your lips as you make a run for the door. One hand hovering over your blade as the other desperately reaches the doorknob- and it doesn’t budge the slightest.

“No, no, please, Alastor, I really gotta go-“

The demon sits calmly in his chair with a relaxed smile. He watches you in delight as your face drains of color and a hand rushes to cup yourself.

“Like I said, my dear, I need help with something.”

He rolls his eyes, “Once you’re done you can relieve yourself.”

Fighting back the urge, you slowly walk over to him. Alastor assesses you like prey and taps his thigh as an invitation. You stop once your legs bump into the side of his- he’s still tall sitting down as he is standing.

You hesitate.

“Sit.” Alastor commands, gripping your waist and pulling you down in an instant. You straddle over his leg and the sudden feeling of his thigh makes you gasp.

“No-“ you whine and attempt to pull yourself up and away from him but his grip is strong, claws dig into the flesh of your hips.

“Ah, ah, no need to be scared. This will feel good.” Your leash manifests before your eyes and he pulls you in roughly by the collar around your neck, “Don’t you want to feel good, little one?”

Tears welt in your eyes. You can’t, you can’t hold it but you can’t-

“Like this?” Alastor presses his thigh up and into you as he grinds your hips down onto him. Your legs wrap around his and brace your stomach.

“Don’t you need to relieve yourself? Wouldn’t it feel sooo good to… let go? Piss all over me?” He grinds you down into him while his other hand jerks your neck forward to meet his face.

The snarl on his face shows his gums as he talks, “Come on, sweetheart, you know you want to…” a beat, “I want you to.”

The pressure is too much, the movement makes you see stars. You shake uncontrollably, trying to keep what’s left of you together. Forcing every muscle in your body to lock up and not betray you…

The hand over your waist slides down, under your dress and finds your clothed clit- and he presses roughly.

You cry out, and as you do, the hand on your leash is on your neck in an instant.

“Let me see that beautiful face. I want to see you come undone for me. I want to see the mortification in your eyes as you piss all over me.”

Your face contorts, but you lock eyes with him regardless. Alastor mocks you, his eyebrows raised as he coos in your face.

“Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go? You’d be my good girl if you did~”

His smile is sinister as his finger press rough circles over your clit, your body jolting with every movement. Tears blur your vision as you shake.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I want you to! I know you can’t hold it.” He hushes you, but the grip on your neck tightens. He knows you’re about to-

“Oh the look on that face!” His eyes light up.

You whimper, shuddering over his body. Warm liquid seep through your panties and spread across his pants. Trickles of your piss litter the floor beneath you both and you feel absolute bliss. You see white. Your body relaxes in his hold, and Alastors grip on your neck becomes softer, allowing you to lean into him in pure bliss.

“That’s my girl, good girl. You’re a dirty fucking bitch.” His eyes never leave yours and his ministrations over your clit never falter. His hand coats in your liquid.

“Look at this, you’re a filthy fucking mess. Pissing all over me, what a shame. I just had this suit cleaned..” he talks you through it, all the way until youre empty.

You relax into him and he doesn’t move. He lets you sink into him as you regain control over yourself.

And that’s when shame and embarrassment flush your neck. Your face is hot with mortification as you realize what you just did. Your heart drops and you attempt to push away but he doesn’t allow you.

“We’re not done, my dear.”

#doe anon #tw piss #yandere alastor #alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x reader smut #tw dubcon

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