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‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL!’ ALASTOR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

── ꒰ ‧˚ author’s note ｡˚ ꒱ Sorry this took so long to come out, whoopsie. but to make it up to you; this story will be updated EVERY SATURDAY from now on. That being said, you will be getting another chapter this Saturday :) thank you for the constant love and support. like, comments, and reblog are appreciated.

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popamolly · 24 days

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screaming crying throwing up

fallen angel gang! I love these two and need more of them together

#sobbing #so sweet #hazbin hotel

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popamolly · 26 days

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so hot.

tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year

♯┆overlords ! ★ how they eat pussy.

♯┆cw ! ★ gn!afab reader. implied wlw. oral. bite marks. blood kink. face sitting. fingering. deepthroating. gagging. spanking. 69. squirting. vibrator. overstimulation.

♯┆alastor ! ★

a groan escaped his lips when he could taste the coppery flavour of your blood mix with the fluids of your recent orgasm, hips bucking into the matress. pulling away with a reddish yet translucent string still attached between his mouth and your lower region he admired the bite mark he had left on the area right above your clit, watching as droplets of blood rolled down your mounds to mix with your juices on the sheets. truely a sight for sore eyes.

♯┆carmilla ! ★

thighs on each side of her head, her large hands grabbed onto your waist, pulling your further down onto her face. she didn't care how much you weight, all she wanted for you was to sit on her face, using it like a throne you sat upon while she lapped up the juices that were gushing out of your spasming hole, moaning against your mounds in pleasure as her fingers didn't stop playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves your clit was.

♯┆rosie ! ★

her fingers skillfully explored the inside of your pussy, fingertips grazing ever so lightly against your velvetty walls, only getting pushed down when she found that spongey spot hidden inside of you that made you see stars and lose your mind, her name falling from your lips like prayer. her mouth was suckling on your clit, tongue latching up every littlest drop of your essence you could give her, savouring it as if it was her last meal.

♯┆valentino ! ★

one pair of hands grabbed a tuff of your hair, forcing you further down on his cock, his bulbous head hitting the back of your throat, making you involuntarely gag around his shaft, your throat becoming even tighter which earned you a buck of his hips and a harsh slap to your ass. meanwhile his tongue was deep in your cunt, rubbing against all sorts of weak spots you had hidden inside of you, ripping another orgasm from of you.

♯┆velvette ! ★

a startled laugh escaped her lips when she saw your hole spasm around nothing as translucent fluids squirted all over the sheets and herself, yet she didn't stop. despite your begging for a break she still held the vibrator tightly onto your clit, reveling in the way your body twitched and your moans became as high pitched as she had never heard from you, your chest heaving up and down, your legs shaking from the raw stimulation the vibrations gave you.

♯┆vox ! ★

his claws were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, keeping them apart as his tongue latched onto your clit, drawing deliberate circles and flicking the little nub vigourously. you coudln't remeber the how many-th orgasm the demon between your legs had pulled from you, but they were enougth to make fat and hot tears roll down your cheeks, sobbing and pleading for him to finally stop and give your overstimulated body a break.

★ ! 2024 klwnbtch – do not steal, copy, translate or palgiarise in any form ! ★

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #mwuah <3

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popamolly · 27 days

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asks are open? right? cause I have a silly lil scenario!!

so imagine reader being Charlie's bestie and homegirl like, they tell each other everything, but what Charlie doesn't know is that reader is getting her brains pounded by none other than her best friends father, Lucifer 🤭🤭

ty and love your writing~!

‘ MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD! ’ ── LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

𝝑𝝔 synopsis. how can you stop having sex with your best friend’s dad when he fucks you so good? you’re a terrible friend for going behind Charlie’s back.

warnings. fem!reader, p in v, taboo, age gap!reader (you’re 19) and in college with lucifer’s daughter, porn without plot fr, degradation, daddy kink, dom!lucifer, drabble, did i miss anything?

Charlie would never forgive you.

Your best friend was the most understanding, forgiving person you’ve ever met and when faced with conflict, she dealt with it head on and with an optimistic smile that could outshine a million of suns. You always told her that you didn’t deserve her, that you had no idea what good deed you had done in your past life to be blessed with a best friend like her. You both shared secrets you wouldn’t utter to another else but there was one secret you couldn’t share with her. That secret being something you’d take to your grave.

“Oh! Oh my— fuck! Mr.Star, please! ngh!” you mewl, hips bucking wildly. Too cock drunk to even form proper sentences as your best friend’s dad pounded into you with reckless abandon. The blonde tuffs of his pubic hair scratched against your throbbing clit.

If you were being honest you didn’t know how it started. One day you were sleeping over, as you usually do every now and again, and you bumped into Charlie’s father in search for a drink of water in the kitchen. Awkward small talk turned to whispered conversation, and before you knew you had kissed him— fully expecting a rejection in return but to your surprised he returned the kiss. The heated passion burned through both your bodies and one instant became two, then three, and eventually you lost count of how many times he had fucked you behind his daughter’s back.

How could you betray your best friend like that? This was wrong but yet, it felt so right at the same time.

“What a good little slut you are,” Lucifer rumbles, low and dangerous, “skipping class just for me?”

There was just something about the way your tight dripping cunt swallowed all of Lucifer’s dick that made him want to go absolutely feral. Every time his thoughts would try to smack him with the reality of things his mind would simply go to mush at the pleasure he was feeling. This sweet, dripping pussy was made just for him and he wasn’t going to let go of it now. He watched with a loud groan as his cock plunged impossibly deeper inside your pussy, his heavy balls smacking against you. Each one of his prominent veins dragging along your velvety walls, hitting that one spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, making you scream into bed sheets.

“S’full,” you moaned, feeling Lucifer’s cock stretch you wide, his swollen tip bruising your cervix. You felt as thought he was in your stomach and that feeling alone was driving you insane with pleasure, “so deep..”

“God, you’re such a whore, making a mess of my bedsheets,” Lucifer could barely here himself over your loud moans and the sound of your slick wet cunt sucking him in greedily whenever he pulled his hips back slightly only to thrusts back in, “You want to be daddy’s good girl don’t you?”

Lucifer couldn’t help but gaze at the sight of your pussy, spread open so shamefully for him, quivering and leaking your arousal onto the sheets below. Charlie could be home any minute now and the thought only seemed to only turn you on even more.

You try to run from the overwhelming pleasure but Lucifer’s grip tightening around your waist with a dark chuckle, landing a hard smack onto your ass he continues to fuck you into the mattress— forcing you take in everything he gave you without complaint.

With your back arched and head down on the mattress, you gripped the sheets so tightly in your hand that your knuckles turned white, drool leaving the corner of your mouth as you continued to moan out his name, “I’m s’close..! Please, please, please!”

“You going to cum?” Lucifer teased, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair to pull your head up harshly, his grip so tight that you couldn’t help but look up, giving him full access to your neck as he leaned in close to your ear, “What would Charlie think if she knew you were cumming on my cock everyday, hm? Oh but I bet you don’t care, no, who knew Charlie’s bestfriend was such a slut for her dad.”

── ꒰ ‧˚ author's note. ｡˚ ꒱ this idea is everything, daddy lucifer? I think yes. hope you enjoyed this & thank you for your kind words anon! part 2 maybe??

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popamolly · 29 days

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His Dear (Pt2)

Warnings: Literally none besides the cannibals in Cannibal Town being.... well... cannibals of course. And some slight cussing of course, because it's Hazbin. Also much like Alastor, you too have the powers of shadow warping/umbrakinesis!

I set down a tray of fingers at the table inside Rosie's Emporium to a group of children cannibals who just ran in. "Thank you, Mrs Hartfelt!" they beamed with their big toothy grins going from ear to ear. I simply pat one of their heads, "Anytime, darlings. Now eat up." I smiled before walking towards the back of the building. I see Rosie sitting down with a local cannibal yet I still walked up to her, taking a seat directly next to her as she gave her advice to the local. "Thank you very much, Rosie. As always, greatly appreciated." The cannibal thanked her before disappearing out of the emporium. "Hello, dear. How are you? Did you feed those children?" she questioned, with her big signature smile. I nodded in response, "Indeed, they're a cute little bunch." I smiled, looking back at them from a distance. "Oh, doll. The way you take care of them, you would've made a great mother." she grabbed my hand, giving me the compliment. I only stayed silent, giving her a weak smile. "I heard he's back, doll. He's at the Hazbin Hotel with the princess of Hell, Charlotte Morningstar." Rosie whispered, making sure no one else could hear. "M-My Alastor?" I gasped, "The one who left without a fucking word 7 years ago?" I hissed, crossing my arms. "I would be upset too, my doll. But the love story between you two goes so far.... you're bound to get over it eventually." she commented, placing a hand on my shoulder. "He instantly went to the princess? Didn't bother coming to see his wife of God knows how many goddamn centuries now?!" My body grew tense as my eyes went all black and my antlers grew slightly; Safe to say my blood was boiling. "Doll, have a coffee and relax. Let's not get worked up about it too much. I only just heard the news. Maybe we should give him some time to come find you, yeah?" Rosie suggested. I shook my head in anger, the tears just wanted to come spilling out but I held them back. I cleared my throat before giving Rosie a faint smile, "Coffee you said?" I asked, as my antlers returned to their regular shape.

A couple weeks have gone by and yet not a single fucking thing from my long-time husband. Day by day, it was starting to piss me off and poor Rosie had to put up with my sour attitude as I worked with her at the emporium. But today, she had suggested that I stay behind at home and just let the anger out there so I didn't drive any of the cannibals away from my temper tantrum. I was currently sitting on the floor of my bedroom, mixing my coffee with a spoon. The poor coffee has been getting stirred for the past 15 minutes as my mind just wandered off into who knows where. Why wouldn’t he come visit me? After 7 years!? Wouldn't he come running to me? I know since we got into Hell together that he isn't as affectionate as he used to be when we were humans but he still found his unique ways to let me know. This hurts way too much... And I felt my shadows giving me a soft hug. Just like Alastor, I have my own shadows and I have a deeper connection/bond with mine. There was a rapid knock at my door which startled my shadows, causing them to disappear. I stopped mixing my coffee and stood up, "Shut the fuck up, I'm coming." I grumbled.

I opened the door to see him, my strawberry pimp of a husband, the radio demon, aka Alastor. "Hello, darling. What a pleasure to see you, quite the pleasure." He still kept his radio voice, classic Alastor. "Where the hell have you been?" I snapped as he just pushed past me and waltzed right into my home. "Have you not noticed it has been seven damn years, Al?" I got angrier, antlers growing and my voice go a bit deeper as my eyes went all black, "You left me behind, with no goodbyes, no nothing! I don't hear from you, I don't even hear if you're okay, nothing! You left me with NOTHING!" I shouted as I grabbed him by his coat collar, shoving him into a nearby wall . He simply chuckled, "Well, my dear. I can see my unexpected leave left a negative impact on you and your well being." he said, watching the angry tears fall down my face as he pat my head gently. "Where the fuck did you go?" I growled under my breath. "Language, my dear, remember who you're speaking to." his radio voice grew deeper and a bit more stern, "But as to where I've been? Don't worry your pretty little head about it, but I'm sure you have theories. I'd love to hear about them!" he spun his microphone in his hands, before making it disappear into the shadows. "But you come back and went to the fuck-" His eyes gleamed down on me as his antlers slightly grew a bit and his eyes had dials in them, basically meaning 'watch it, miss', "The freaking princess of Hell and didn't even bother coming to see me!" I corrected my language as my antlers returned to their normal size and my eyes were back to normal. "Well dear, there was business I had to attend to, but I am here now right?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly. "Whatever I guess. Even though you are a few weeks late." I huffed, crossing my arms as I turned away from him.

I felt his cold hands with the sharp nails grab my face, making me turn to face him. "I missed you too, my dear." he mumbled, before kissing my forehead. "Fucking asshole." I quietly muttered as my face heated up from his affection. "What was that, dear?" he hummed as he scanned my apartment. "Mhm, nothing, my love." I innocently smiled. "Maybe it's time we take you out of this apartment and you come stay with me at the princess's damned hotel." he suggested. "I normally stay around and help Rosie at the emporium." I sighed, picking up my coffee off the ground. "I did see her before coming here... She did mention it was alright." he sat on my bed. "My, this is rather uncomfortable. I can get you a much better one at the hotel." he scoffed, looking extremely uncomfortable on my mattress. "It's all I could afford. Not like I slept much with your absence anyways. But, staying with the princess of Hell? Sounds a bit intimidating." I shrugged. "Husker and Niffy are with us too, I’m sure you must remember them." he whipped his microphone out from the shadows, thumping it onto my bedroom floor. "Awe Husker! And Niffty is there too! Fine. Give me a day to pack-" All he did was snap his fingers and all my items were boxed up. "Seriously, you never let me down any work." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "A true gentleman never lets his woman lift a finger. Now, let's get moving, shall we?" he smiled, holding his hand out for me to grab. I finally smiled, he was here. He's back, and he's with me once again. I held his hand, "Let's go, mon amour." I blushed as we walked out my apartment.

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A/N: And that is a wrap on part 2, hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading, have a good one! I know it's a bit longer than PT1 but it just felt right; it's the way I had written it. Comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist!!

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popamolly · 29 days

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Hi! I saw your request are open ^^

I have an idea. Can you please do an Adam and Vox (separate) with their S/O on their wedding night? She’s nervous because she’s a virgin and never done the deed before. Can you make it a soft and gentle smut please? If not then no worries ^^

I hope you have a beautiful day :D

៸៸ ﹟ ‘I’LL BE GENTLE!’ ADAM, VOX X FEM!READER

pairing. vox x fem!reader, adam x fem!reader

warning. implied au, characters may be a bit ooc, smut, gentle sex, p in v, oral sex, fluff, adam exists, established relationship, porn with plot, i lowkey got a bit lazy with vox, somewhat edited

author’s note. this was such a cute idea! thank you for the request @starlightfire97 , hope you enjoy this!

⛧ MASTERLIST

— ADAM ୨୧˚

The wedding bells seemed to echo the rhythm of your racing heart as you descended the church steps, Adam’s hand firmly clasping yours. The joyous applause of family members surrounded you, but it was Adam’s smile, filled with love and promise, that made your heart swell with happiness.

You and Adam had journeyed through a year of dating filled with understanding, patience, and shared dreams. When he finally asked for your hand in marriage, there was no hesitation in your response. To you, Adam was not just a partner but the embodiment of true love and the fulfillment of your dreams.

Despite the fiery passion that simmered between you both constantly, you were a devoted Christian, reserving the intimacy of sex for the sanctity of marriage. Adam’s respect for your values only deepened your admiration for him, reinforcing the certainty that you were meant to be together.

But now you were married. Of course tonight you were prepared and more than ready to give yourself to Adam as you two were not a pair anymore, you were one, souls intertwined until death parted you. You were excited to explore this new found journey of pleasure within yourself and to share it with Adam but like every other virgin during their first time, you were nervous but tried not to show it. You tried to relax against the plush satin pillows as Adam kissed your inner thigh tenderly, looking up at you with so much adoration that your heart skipped a beat.

“Look at this, you wore this pretty set for me?” Adam smiled as he continued to kiss your inner thigh, chuckling slightly as he watched you try to close your legs from the nerves but his grip stopped you, “Relax for me sweetheart.”

“Sorry..I just,” You felt your whole body heat up in embarrassment. This was supposed to be a perfect moment and here you were getting all shy about the white lingerie you wore for him. You started to get in your head about all the women he might have slept with before you, they had more experience, and just downright knew how to be sexier. Your mind swirled with emotions and ultimately made the conclusion about how this must be a burden for Adam— the fact that he has to give his wife experience basically started from the beginning must be boring to him right? Or annoying? Why were you even thinking about this right now? God, now you wanted to just curl up into a ball and cry. “I’m sorry,” You covered your face with your hands, doing what you felt was natural and that was apologizing profusely, “I—”

“Hey, hey,” Adam’s voice was soft yet firm as he moved his body up toward you until he was only inches away from your face, “It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything tonight baby. Whenever you’re ready, we can wait for as long as you want.”

You shook your head and met his gentle gaze with your own, “but I want to, tonight. Now.”

“Then do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” You said instantly.

“Then let me make you feel good,” Adam trailed burning kisses along the side of your neck, making you turn your head to the side to allow him more access to the sensitive skin as you let out a breathless sigh, “Whenever you want to stop then just tell me, I’ll stop. Okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip to watch Adam move down your body again and settle between your legs, loosening his tie with a smile as he kissed your inner thigh again but this time he hooked a finger around your white lace panties, pulling it aside to expose your pussy that was already wet from just his kisses alone. Adam wasted no time before sliding the flat of his tongue along your slick folds, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches your body shiver from the new feeling. With no objection from you, he continued, groaning at the taste of your pussy on his tongue. It was everything he imagined and more, to him you were so beautiful and he was the first and only man to see you in such a state. It made his cock undeniably hard at the mere thought.

Adam began to slurp and suck on your folds, tongue moving up slightly to toy with your sensitive clit. Your moans filled the hotel room, hands gripping the bedsheets so tight that your knuckles turned white. With your head tossed back against the pillows Adam’s continued lapping up your pretty cunt with eagerness, as if he was a man starved. You shuddered against his hold, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as you felt that tingly feeling the pit of your stomach begin to build, “Ah! A-Adam! I’m…”

“Are you close baby?” Adam had teased your tight hole with a finger before sliding it in with ease, between your slick arousal and relaxed body you hardly noticed it until he began moving it inside you, curling and twisting the digit to find that sweet spot within you that had you back arching off the bed, “You going to cum for me? Fuckin’ do it, sweetheart. Make a mess of my face yeah? I fucking need it.”

Adam added another finger, stretching you out with his fingers with a groan as he continued to lap up your pussy greedily, sucking on your puffy clit only to watch as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. His grip had you pinned to the mattress, forcing you to take every ounce of pleasure he was giving you and to chase that sweet release you so desperately needed, “C’mon baby, give it to me.”

This new side of Adam was someone you could get use to. His dirty talk had you in shambles, the driving force you need to come undone around his fingers and mouth. Your whole body shook with pleasure as you screamed out Adam’s name, hands gripping his brown hair so tight that you sure you were hurting him at that point but your husband didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even noticed it as he smiled up at you, placing a gentle kiss along your clit as he face glistened with your essence.

It wasn’t long before the both of you tossed the remainder of each other’s clothes to the floor, locking your lips in a heated kiss. Adam rubbed his cock against your pussy, his hardened length teasing your sensitive clit. He sat up, taking ahold of his cock to glide his swollen tip along your folds with a smile as you shook your head at him in slight awe and nervousness, “How is that going to fit?”

“It will,” Adam laughed, his tip prodding at your entrance, “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” You mumbled, eyes never leaving his cock as he began to slowly slip inside you.

“Louder.”

“I do Adam, I trust you! Now just put it in…please.” You were breathless, cheeks puffed out slightly as you tried to brace yourself for the pain but Adam stilled his hips yet again to look at you,

“Relax, (Y/N). Relax for me.” The pad of his thumb rubbing small circles along your inner thigh before he hooked his hands under your knees, pressing them to your shoulders so you were completely exposed to him and at his mercy. He pushed his thick curved cock into you slowly and you swore you felt something rip inside you but you took Adam’s advice and relaxed despite the stinging pain you felt. Soon enough, as Adam’s bottom out inside you balls deep, the pain was overpowered by immense pleasure.

“Adam..” You moaned, nails digging into his back at the new feeling. You felt so impossibly full that you were sure you could feel him in his stomach, “fuck.”

“I’ll go slow,” Adam groaned out, tossing his head back at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his cock, “How does that feel sweetheart?”

“So good..” You watched as Adam began moving his hips back and forth, thrusting inside of you slow and deep so you’d feel every inch of him. Your pussy just seemed to be sucking him right in and just like that you knew you’ve become addicted to this new height of pleasure. It was going to be a long night.

— VOX ୨୧˚

Your wedding day was filled with nothing but love and laughter. It was truly a fairytale ripped out of a book and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your days with your new partner in this life and the next. Now you were completely at the mercy of your new husband, prepared to give him your entire being now that your souls were intertwined as one. But of course you were nothing but a ball of nerves. You just wanted this night to be perfect like the scenes in movies but of course, not everything could go exactly as planned.

Everything between the wedding venue to the hotel was a blur. The both of you hardly made it through the door of your shared room, ripping at each other's clothes with a heated passion that had you burning with desire. Vox had you aching for his touch, your pussy become wet with your arousal as you tried to relax and swallow your nerves.

“(Y/N),” Vox was breathless as he watched you get onto your knees in front of him, his blouse open and black tie loosening, with his face stained with the color of lipstick, “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you ran the palm of your hand along his hardening cock, feeling it twitch underneath your touch. You looked up at those yellow eyes for approval and when he nodded, you took that as your opportunity to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. His cock sprung free, its tip hit your jaw lightly, making you groan as you feel yourself becoming more aroused.

He was above average, with a thickness that would surely stretch you out.

"Let me guide you," Vox tried his best to keep his composure as he ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it gently to bring your head closer to his throbbing cock. "Open your mouth, darling.”

You hesitantly wrapped your hand around his girth, before pumping him slowly while taking his tip into your mouth. You sucked gingerly, having absolutely no clue to what you were doing tried to do whatever felt natural— but by the way Vox’s grip tightened on your hair, you were doing something right. A bit confident now, you took more of his length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. Your husband groaned lowly above you, making you rub your thighs to get some sort of friction between your own legs because just the sight of Vox and the sound of his voice made you dripping wet for him. Who knew that pleasing your husband would be something you would like? It has only been a few moments and in that short span of time you were addicted to his cock.

“Now take it out your mouth, sweetheart,” Vox instructed you, his gaze never leaving your face, “And then just slide that pretty tongue along the side of it— fuck, that’s good.”

You followed his instructions, taking his cock out of your mouth and leaning forward to slide your warm tongue along the underside of his cock, making your husband above you shiver from the pleasure. You were starting to get the hang of it now and Vox only affirmed your thoughts at the feeling of his fingertips gripping your hair so tightly.

“Fuck, just like that— you’re so so good, love,” Vox tossing his head back just as he thrusts his hips forward without warning, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you choke. He continued to hold your head in place as he roughly thrusted in and out of your warm, delicious mouth. Vox loved this sight of you, your innocent eyes looked up at him with a mouth full of his cock. You looked disgraceful, sinful, and it was all because of him.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I got a bit carried way,” When Vox pulled away to let you take air, a string of saliva mixed with pre cum dripped down your chin, smearing more of your lipstick. Your black mascara now running from the few tears that slipped out of the corner of your eye when you were choking. Being a concerned husband, he cupped your face in his hands waiting on your consent to continue. You could only nod in response, your throat slightly sore as you leaned into his touch with a small smile, “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

"My sweet wife," Vox tugged your hair back, forcing you to look at him as he planted a soft kiss on your lips, “Get on the bed for me.”

You did as you were told. Laying flat on your back as you watched Vox take off the rest of his clothes, his swollen tip still leaking with precum. He joined you on the bed, hovering over you to lean down to attach his lips to yours yet again, this time the kiss was more needy, almost sloppy, but it made the butterflies swarm in you all the same. Your breathy sighs fill the room and the two of you discard the remainder of your clothes. Vox’s eyes looked over your bare figure, a his gaze lingered a bit too long and the insecurities you felt began creeping up again, threatening to spill over. It made you cover yourself in a poor attempt to hide away from his gaze.

"(Y/N), hey…" Vox grabs ahold of your hand to place a gently kiss on it, “You want me to stop?” He got comfortable in between your legs, placing a lingering kiss onto your inner thigh, his mouth dangerously close to where you wanted him. You stared down at him through half lidded eyes, biting down on your bottom lip when you see the love and adoration in his eyes, as if you were a rare treasure he needed to cherish, "Can I..?" He asks you, fully understanding if you didn't want to continue but Vox wasn't met with rejection. Instead you bucked your hips up slightly with a nod, silently begging him to take you.

“Yes..” You were breathless, mouth agape as he dragged his warm tongue along your slick folds, “Ah~!”

“There you go baby,” Vox groaned against your wet pussy, “Let me fuck you with my tongue yeah?”

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popamolly · 30 days

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𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖊 (𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓)

"A famous porn-star! I'll have the horniest sinner knockin' these walls down to get in." -Angel Dust (S1, EP1)

NAME: Tina, Titi or crybaby (crybaby is of course a nickname). My real first name is for family members only!

AGE: 22, born August 02 (Leo Gang baby!)

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

SEXUALITY: Bisexual (and happily taken, he calls me his certified yapper because I never shut up apparently LMAO but he does give me chicken nuggie money)

FAVORITE ANIME(S): Blue Exorcist, My Hero Academia, Sk8 the Infinity, Naruto, Pokemon, and Angels of Death

FAVORITE SHOW(S): Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Supernatural, Total Drama, All American, Ginny & Georgia, Gilmore Girls, and The Vampire Diaries

FAVORITE MUSIC ARTIST(S): Lil Skies, Melanie Martinez (well duh, if it isn't obvious where 'crybaby' comes from), Elvis Presely, 6arelyhuman... my music taste is all over the place, as long as it isn't country music (sorry, toots)

GAMES I LIKE: For now, I only have a PS4 so I'm playing GTA, and sometimes Naruto, Jump force or Demon Slayer on there. But I also play a bit of Club Penguin and Poptropica on my laptop. I did have a 'pc' (basically a second laptop) used for The Sims 4 until it crashed. So I'm waiting to build a PC setup to play The Sims again. I did, however, buy a flashdrive and download all the CC and mods there so I didn't lose it all :)

IRL JOB: I work for the state, and so I do state insurance. Working for customer service in health insurance is NOT FUN! -1000/10 recommend. Also please don't ask me questions regarding health insurance, not sure if every state works the same way!

HOBBIES: sleep, draw, rewatch all my favorite TV shows, binge watch TikTok videos, taking my car for a drive (I named her Elvira, don't ask why), sleep, drink coffee, listen to music, write short stories, sleep... did I mention sleep enough??

FAVORITE DRINK: medium iced butter pecan latte from Dunkin' Donuts, cherry limeade from Sonic and a caramel iced coffee from McDonalds... I just love coffee, what can I say?

FAVORITE HOLIDAY/SEASON: Halloween, and with that my favorite season is autumn/fall. ALEXA! Play Spooky, Scary Skeletons! *starts spazzing out with a pumpkin spiced latte in hand*

FAVORITE COLOR: black, red and different shades of blue (can't pick one shade)

FAVORITE MOVIES: Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas, Tangled, Friday the 13th series, Sinister (horror), Slumber (also horror), and anything with the King of Rock and Rock (Elvis) in it!

TATTOOS: I currently have 22-23 tattoos right now? Somewhere in the mid twenties, I lost count and they are scattered all over my body. My favorite one will always be the one I designed for my childhood best boy friend that I lost to cancer in 2021. RIP kiddo, love you!!

CHARACTERS I RELATE TO (HAZBIN HOTEL): 10000% Angel Dust. Because it is the same with the SA background and everything. I also keep my walls up to protect my true feelings and shit. I have a lot of his personality too, as Angel and Anthony (we have seen snips of Ant). Especially the hypersexual part, I just learned it was from my SA years ago. I am also a bit of Charlie Morningstar whereas I see the good in people over the bad, and I also too have daddy issues. I also am emotional as well but I'm just good at hiding it, hence with the walls up in Angels' part. I am also part of Vaggie with the protectiveness; I tend to try and protect those that I love dearly. But mostly, Angel Dust without a doubt.

WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE PHYSICALLY?: pear body figure, 5'5 with dark brown hair and eyes; my hair stops at my shoulders. I have freckles on both cheeks and some parts of my nose. Also have very few beauty marks scattered on my face, a more noticeable one (not big) on my right cheek. Again, 20-something tattoos and some scars from 'battles' and some stretchmarks. fun fact: I have an under shave. I shave the complete underside of my hair in October 2023 and it's now growing into longer hair. I had a spur of the moment and had my ex-best friend shave it off for me. Also my hair is naturally curly but I straighten it!

WHERE WOULD I WANT TO TRAVEL TO?: Italy, Greece, Punta Cana, France, Maldives, Bora Bora, and Hawaii

FAVORITE CANDY: Honestly, I am a sucker for sour candy. Especially sour strawberry, sour apple and sour blue razz flavors. Ironic tho, you won't catch me eating sour patch kids or watermelons.

CELEBRITY CRUSH: Dylan O'Brien, hands down. Man is so scrumptious!!! But also Blake Roman (aka Angel Dust's English VA), he's so adorable, I wanna squeeze that man's cheeks and call him a good boy. Oh and Jared Padalecki from Supernatural, I met him over a year ago and biggest sweetheart ever! He's not as tall as he looks on TV (*꒦ິㅿ꒦ີ) Jared is a total babe though. But over all, Dylan O' mf Brien.

FAVORITE DESSERT: I am a sucker for pineapple fro-yo from Orange Leaf (local place in my town). It helped me so much post-wisdom teeth removal last month. Also a BIG sucker for a beautiful, delicious brownie sundae. The nuts, the hot fudge, the warm brownies with vanilla ice cream? Instant nut. LMAO!

PHOBIAS: DEATH! It's crazy because I used to be, you know, not all there and death was my biggest fear... how ironic. Bugs, I hate them so much, I legit will vomit at the sight of one. THE OCEAN! I refuse to go swimming in the ocean EVER! You never know what's in it, like ever. Only 5% of our oceans have been discovered and you think I wanna go swimming in it? Jokes. I'll stay in an above ground pool thank you.

FAVORITE LIQUOR (I AM 21+): Unlike my candy, I don't like sour drinks, or spicy drinks. I prefer my drinks to be sweet and fruity. Anything with pineapple juice, strawberry flavored, anything related to pina colada & strawberry daiquiri... you get the idea now right?

FACE REVEAL (tiny ass peek tho, not me in a filter wearing a dirty old hoodie) (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

@popamolly and I were chatting and she did hers and I realized how lame mine was so I wanted to update it a bit! Be sure to check out her work on her blog and be sure to read my new series "His Dear", new chapters every Friday!

If you have any other questions or are curious about anything, don't be shy to comment or privately ask me! I will gladly answer questions, of course, don't get too personal with them! Thank you, toots!

#hazbin hotel #about me #mutuals #love her #mwuah

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popamolly · 1 month

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Just a small headcanon, Lucifer and Vox are the loudest most pathetic whores in bed, nothing can tell me otherwise

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #so true

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popamolly · 1 month

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𐙚᭄ ABOUT ME

“OH MY GOLLY, YOU LIKE GIRLS? SO DO I! WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON!”

01 MASTERLIST 02 BYF + INFO

── ꒰ ‧˚ NAME ｡˚ ꒱

Molly, Mol, MoMo, whatever floats your boat. It’s a pen name, only my mutuals/friends know my real name ;)

── ꒰ ‧˚ AGE ｡˚ ꒱

i’m 22 (cue that one taylor swift song) born april 10th— aries gang

── ꒰ ‧˚ PRONOUNS ｡˚ ꒱

she/her/hers

── ꒰ ‧˚ SEXUALITY ｡˚ ꒱

pansexual

── ꒰ ‧˚ FAVORITE ANIME(S) ｡˚ ꒱

hunterxhunter, black butler, attack on titan, akudama drive, fruits basket, haikyuu, bleach, avatar the last airbender (i know it isn’t technically an anime but it should be classified as one, idc argue with ya mama), blue eyed samurai (i’m so gay for mizu), blue exorcist, jujutsu kaisen

── ꒰ ‧˚ FAVORITE SHOWS｡˚ ꒱

hazbin hotel (duh), game of thrones, the witcher, bridgerton, you, reign, the glory, bluey, that’s so raven, good luck charlie…the list goes on

── ꒰ ‧˚ FAVORITE MUSIC ARTIST(S) ｡˚ ꒱

the weeknd, megan thee stallion, sza, the kid laroi, tyla, drake, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, flo milli, lil uzi vert, zayn, bad bunny

── ꒰ ‧˚ GAMES I LOVE｡˚ ꒱

i’m a fake gamer y’all, i love videos games but i hate playing them. so i always just watch gameplays lmao, my favorite games are the Life is Strange series, The Walking Dead Series, Detroit Become Human, Corpse Party (the anime was meh but the games?? 10/10, my all time fave), Mad Father

── ꒰ ‧˚JOB ｡˚ ꒱

i’m an esthetician! so if you have any skin concerns or questions please ask way, maybe i can help :D

── ꒰ ‧˚ HOBBIES ｡˚ ꒱

makeup, embroidery, pilates, thrifting, reading, and perfecting my skincare routine, painting, (i’m currently trying to get into crocheting, is that even the right word for it? it looks wrong for some reason lmaooo)

── ꒰ ‧˚ FAVORITE DRINK ｡˚ ꒱

iced churro signature latte, extra caramel drizzle and cinnamon from dunkin’ donuts or any iced matcha with two pumps vanilla and sweet cold foam on top

── ꒰ ‧˚FAVORITE HOLIDAY｡˚ ꒱

has to be Halloween, just the whole season is nostalgic honestly plus i get to dress like the ultimate slut

── ꒰ ‧˚ FAVORITE COLOR ｡˚ ꒱

black and green

── ꒰ ‧˚ FAVORITE MOVIES｡˚ ꒱

MONSTER HOUSE, CORALINE, AND CORPSE BRIDE i know the wholemovie dialogue i swear, you can quiz me

── ꒰ ‧˚TATTOOS ｡˚ ꒱

butterfly tramp stamp, not my favorite choice but my man likes it wink wink

── ꒰ ‧˚ CHARACTERS I RELATE TO ｡˚ ꒱

zuko, angel dust, yuji itadori & some more but i can’t think from the top of my head right now

── ꒰ ‧˚ WHAT I LOOK LIKE PHYSICALLY ｡˚ ꒱

hourglass figure (I work hard for it), dark brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, brown skin, 5’2 womp womp, FUN FACT about me: one of my eyes is significantly smaller than the other

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‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL’ ALASTOR

summary. You confess to Alastor, rapidly turning the pages of your unpredictable future with him as you two share a night of passion, unknowingly that someone lurks in the shadows watching you.

author’s note. i took a short break to focus on my exams but i am back and will be responding to requests and my messages as soon as possible, thank you all for being patient! I plan on having only ten chapters so we are half way there! If you want to check this story out on wattpad (where you can find the chapters a bit more easily) you can find me @ SCREAMPIED. as always, thank you for the love and support. enjoy sinners.

You had first thought to find Alastor's warehouse by memory but it was a fruitless attempt as the woods that surrounded his home were so dense that Mr.Ray opted against it, seeing as you two would get lost without a proper guide. You wanted to venture off into the woods but with Ray supervising you, you knew you had to take your search elsewhere. You and Mr. Ray had found yourselves on to the bustling streets of New Orleans, specifically targeting the popular French Quarter. The vibrant energy of the city surrounded you, the sounds of jazz music and lively conversations filling the air as you navigated through the crowd.

Your first stop was the renowned jazz club where Alastor was known to frequent and had taken you to only a few nights ago. The sultry melodies spilled out onto the street, drawing in a diverse crowd of music enthusiasts and night owls. The inviting glow of the club's entrance welcomed you back, stirring a mix of heartache and determination within you.

As you stepped inside, the familiar ambiance washed over you—the smooth jazz tunes, the dimly lit stage, and the intimate setting that had once felt so enchanting. The club was alive with activity, patrons enjoying the music, sipping on cocktails, and engaging in lively conversations.

You approached the bartender, a seasoned individual who seemed to have a wealth of knowledge about the club's regulars. With a friendly smile, you inquired about Alastor, describing him as the charming gentleman with a penchant for jazz and a captivating presence.

The bartender's eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, you're talking about Al," he said with a nod. "He hasn't been around for a while, but he usually shows up later in the evening, closer to midnight."

Your heart raced with anticipation as you thanked the bartender and found a seat at the bar, eagerly awaiting Alastor's arrival. The minutes ticked by slowly, each second filled with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.

As midnight approached, the jazz club seemed to come alive in a different way, the music taking on a more soulful tone, the atmosphere tinged with a sense of mystery and possibility. You glanced around, searching for any sign of Alastor's distinctive presence, hoping that this time, your search would lead to the answers you sought.

As the minutes stretched into midnight, Mr. Ray settled into the seat beside you at the jazz club. His concerned expression didn't go unnoticed as he glanced around the lively venue, the music and laughter swirling around you.

"Miss, I have to say, this whole venture feels like a bad idea," Mr. Ray began, his tone cautious yet firm. "Chasing after someone who seems intent on staying elusive, especially someone like Alastor, might not lead to the answers you're looking for."

"And what do you know about Alastor?" You turned to Mr. Ray then, arching an eyebrow, challenging his perspective.

The driver shrugged, lighting a cigarette. "Not much, except for his reputation. Street talk suggests he's someone best left alone."

In that moment, you realized there was more to Alastor than met the eye. The man you'd grown fond of had a life beyond the radio show, shrouded in mystery. It prompted questions about how well you truly knew him; the answer, upon reflection, was not much, given the short time you'd known each other.

"Is he some sort of dangerous person? A kingpin? A fugitive?" You tapped your fingers on the bar counter, probing for answers.

"Not precisely, Miss. It's more of an unsettling aura he carries. People steer clear, citing his eyes as the giveaway—he's said to lack a soul," Mr. Ray explained, flicking ash from his cigarette. "That's why he resides in the woods, away from prying eyes."

"These are just rumors," you defended, feeling protective of Alastor. "He's not what they say."

"True, but rumors often hold grains of truth," Mr. Ray countered.

You met his gaze, a mix of determination and uncertainty in your eyes. "I appreciate your concern, Mr. Ray," you replied firmly. "But I need answers. I need to find Alastor and talk to him, no matter the risks."

Mr. Ray sighed, a hint of resignation in his eyes. "I can't stop you from doing what you feel is right, Miss," he conceded. "But please, be cautious. Sometimes, chasing after the thing we want most can just lead to more heartache."

His words struck a chord, a fleeting doubt creeping into your mind. However, the determination to seek answers and clarity outweighed the uncertainty. With a nod of understanding to Mr. Ray, you turned your focus back to the club, waiting anxiously for any sign of Alastor's arrival, knowing that this encounter would shape the path ahead, for better or for worse.

Your eyes widened as you noticed that familiar sight of brown hair and charming smile. Alastor entered the club with a woman on his arm, sparking a confused twinge of jealousy to course through you, but you quickly composed yourself despite your heart racing so much you were sure it was going to pop out of your chest. Sensing the moment of truth approaching, you turned to Mr. Ray beside you.

"You can go home now, Mr. Ray," you said firmly, your gaze fixed on Alastor's figure in the distance. "And do tell my mother that I will be home late."

Mr. Ray's expression tightened with concern. "Miss, it's half past midnight. I can't leave you alone like this," he protested, his protective instincts kicking in.

However, you remained resolute. "I am a grown woman," you said, your eyes never leaving Alastor as he conversed with the woman beside him. "I can manage fine without a chaperone. Now go."

Reluctantly, Mr. Ray nodded, understanding the determination in your voice. He stood up from his seat, casting one last worried glance in your direction before making his way out of the club. The sense of independence filled you as you watched him leave.

As Alastor's eyes met yours across the crowded jazz club, a silent understanding passed between you. With a subtle nod, he excused himself from the woman on his arm, gracefully making his way through the lively crowd toward you.

His approach was deliberate, his gaze unwavering as he closed the distance between you. With a teasing smile, Alastor glided his finger across your cheek in a familiar gesture, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Smile, my dear," he remarked in his charismatic tone, "you are never fully dressed without a smile."

Your response betrayed the jealously you felt as a shiver goes down your spine at just a mere touch from him, you let his name fall from your lips like a soft spell. "Alastor," you said, your voice a mix of love and curiosity, "I have been looking for you."

The playful banter momentarily faded, replaced by a tense anticipation as you awaited his response. The air between you crackled with unspoken questions and emotions, the time for games and pleasantries giving way to the pressing need for answers and clarity.

"Oh? Well you have found me. How ever can I be assistance?" He did a quick bowls he grabbed ahold of your hand, placing a gentle lingering kiss along your knuckles.

"Who was that woman you're with?" The question spilled form your mouth before you could think, glancing over at the short plump woman that was dancing her heart away with another gentleman on the dance floor with a twinge of distaste, "A friend?"

Alastor could only smile at your noticeable jealousy, "A friend." He confirmed, "That is the lively mimzy, she cornered me as I made my way in here and assisted that I escort her in. As you can she, she already has forgotten my presence."

You nod in understanding, breath catching in your throat as Alastor stands closer to you, his face only inches from yours as he moves his hand to your waist, the stool you sat on only making it all the more easier for him to tower over you.

"Now, anymore questions? Or can I kiss you, my dear?" Alastor made a show of teasing you in such a public place, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he leaned in for a kiss but your hand over his mouth stopped him. As much as you wanted to give in to his enticing allure you knew you shouldn’t, not when you had no idea where exactly you stood in his life. You wanted something more, more than spontaneous rendezvous.

"I have a few.." You admit, "But let's go somewhere private, away from everyone else.”

“Of course,” Alastor straightened his tie, offering you his arm with a smile, "There is a lovely park not too far from here, the fireflies there are truly a sight to see. Shall we?"

You take his arm with a small nervous smile, walking out of the club that had just began to truly get lively once again. The both of you walked down the bustling street of the French Court, unbeknownst to you of a car headlights turning on across the street to slowly follow you.

As you both arrived at the nearby park, the scene unfolded like a romantic painting. Other couples strolled along the riverbank, their laughter and silhouettes bathed in the soft glow of fireflies. You couldn't help but gaze at the night sky in awe, feeling as though you were part of something truly enchanting. The stars brightened the night sky like diamonds and you couldn't help by smile, feeling as though this counted as your second date with Alastor. It was simply, like the first one, and you found yourself with a bit of longing for the future- one that was filled with more moments like these with the man you've come to love.

Walking quietly beside Alastor, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over you, making you feel small beside him. Finding a secluded bench, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze creating a serene atmosphere.

Sitting together on the bench, you felt the weight of unspoken words hovering on the tip of her tongue, struggling to gather the courage to voice them. Her head battled with her heart, and the burning question finally spilled out, "Alastor, what are we?"

He chuckled lightly, turning to look at you, but you kept her eyes fixed forward, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Whatever do you mean, my dear?" he replied with amusement.

"You know exactly what I mean,"you said, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort, your gaze drifting up to the sky once more. "You know I'm a Duvalier, with all the expectations that come with it. I'm expected to be married by the end of the season. It's an obligation, but it's also something I want. I want the whole happy ending – a husband, children eventually, that perfect life."

Your words stumbled out in a jumble as you struggled to convey her feelings to Alastor, or anyone for that matter. "I know it sounds silly, but I love you, or I know I could. What I'm trying to say is, I want to be with you and have that perfect life with you, but I need to know if you feel the same way. I don't want to be just a distraction or someone you discard when you're bored."

The weight of the silence that followed your confession settled heavily on your heart. You braced yourself for Alastor's response, half expecting the worst as your mother's warnings echoed in your mind. If only you could glimpse into Alastor's thoughts and see the turmoil brewing within him. For a fleeting moment, his smile wavered, unnoticed by you. Inside him, emotions raged like a relentless storm threatening to engulf him. You had been nothing more than a fleeting diversion, a domestic facade slowly growing on him, but love? The very concept seemed laughable to him, having forgotten its true meaning since his mother's passing.

The prospect of love was new territory for Alastor, dangerous waters he hesitated to navigate blindly. Yet, a part of him yearned for it. He gazed into your earnest eyes, seeing a hopeless romantic who he had once thought he could manipulate then kill with his charm. Now, he realized you were entirely his, and nothing he could ever do would deter your affection. He entertained the notion that perhaps you were his salvation, someone who had peered into his soul like no one else ever had.

Despite his dark secrets and looming shadows, you looked past it all and embraced him for who he was. Alastor, in his twisted mind, welcomed this newfound sensation of love but remained cautious, acknowledging his reluctance towards commitment. Yet, if you were willing to accept him with all his flaws, he was willing to try.

"Do you love me enough to die for me?" Alastor's gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. You couldn't tear your eyes away, captivated by his aura and the shiver of pleasure his intensity sent down your spine.

"Yes," you answered breathlessly, craving his touch.

"That was too easy," Alastor dismissed your response with boredom, having seen the life fade from eyes so easily before. Living alongside him, however, would be a far greater challenge than dying for him. "Would you live for me?"

"Every day," you replied, your hands clinging to his wrist as he drew you closer, igniting a fiery desire between your legs that couldn't be quenched without him.

"Then you are mine dear, forever. In this life and the next, in heaven and in hell." Alastor's words hung in the air, a testament to the intensity of your emotions now reciprocated. Without another word, Alastor closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was a collision of desire and longing, a melding of two souls entwined in a tumultuous dance of love and darkness.

His kiss was both tender and possessive, a silent declaration of his complex feelings for you. You melted into his embrace, feeling the heat of his touch sear through your entire being. It was as if every doubt, every fear was erased in that moment of connection, replaced by a burning need for each other.

Time seemed to stand still as you both lost yourseleves in each other, your hearts beating as one in the midst of chaos. The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the raw passion and undeniable bond that drew you together.

When he finally broke the kiss, your breaths mingling in the shared space between them, Alastor's eyes held a mixture of longing and uncertainty. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let you see a side of him he had long kept hidden. It was a leap of faith, a gamble on love that both thrilled and terrified him.

As you looked into his eyes, feeling the echo of his kiss still lingering on your lips, you knew that in that moment, all that mattered was the fierce connection that blossomed from a single dance on a patio a few nights ago, a flame that burned brighter in the midst of darkness.

"Take me home?" Your grip on Alastor never faltered as you felt this undeniable need to be with him, to give yourself to him yet again and explore that now familiar height of pleasure you tasted before.

The warm glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a soft, flickering light, casting dancing shadows across the walls and floor. Alastor had you on the floor, legs over his shoulders with his arms hooked under your knees to fold you into a deep mating press. You felt his cock go inside you impossibly deeper, his swollen tip bruising your cervix as he pounded into you relentlessly. The crackling of the fire added a soothing rhythm to the charged atmosphere, heightening the senses as you explored each other's bodies with fervent caresses.

Alastor let out a primal groan that had goosebumps appearing all over you skin, his rough thrusts sending electric tingles throughout your body. Those deep brown eyes that poured into yours ignited a fire within you, a need that begged to be satisfied. His lips found their way to your neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin, causing you to shiver with a soft moan slipping past your lips.

You ran your fingers through his hair and down his back, fingernails dragging across his skin to leave marks, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. The desire between you grew with each passing moment, fueled by the undeniable chemistry that crackled in the air.

"Say it again," Alastor demanded, sweat beading down his face as he brought his head up to look into your eyes once again, his thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip with a blissful smile.

"I love you," You tossed your head back in pleasure, your throat nearly becoming raw from being so loud, your voice echoing throughout the walls of the warehouse, "I love you, A-Alastor..I'm so close, please."

"Good girls beg to cum, my dear." Your lover says, his voice a sweet taunt in your ear as he continues to fuck you into the floor, his balls slapping against you, "So beg."

"Alastor, please-please can I cum?" You begged, your mind going dumb with nothing but the thought of his cock inside you, filling you to the brim and stretching you impossibly wide that it stung, "It feels so good, Alastor, please-! I-!"

"No." His refusal had tears brimming the corner of your eyes, that need within the pit of your stomach only growing, aching to be released as you tried your best to deny it and not succumb to that feeling in the desperate attempt to submit to Alastor.

“Please—? Ah! Al—!”

Alastor could only laugh at your pitiful attempt to speak over the lewd sound of your tight pussy sucking him in greedily. If he couldn’t torture you to death he would surely torture you in other ways. Though the thought of your blood spilling from your pretty throat and soaking his fingers enticed him, he realized that he enjoyed inflicting the sexual torture a tad bit more. There was something about the look on your tear streaked face, mascara running and lipstick smudged, painting you as the perfect sinful masterpiece that he created. The way you were going completely dumb on his cock, getting lost in the feeling of only him as your mind turned to absolute mush from the overwhelming pleasure. You were shaking, writhing beneath him from the overstimulation and yet you still looked up at him with oh so innocent eyes— sweet pure innocence that he wanted to corrupt.

You were young and inexperienced in the matters of the heart, sex— hell, the world. It was going to take someone who was much older, much more experience to show you just how amazing adulthood could be, how pleasure can be felt from the top of your head to the top of your toes and lucky for you, you had a partner that knew the female anatomy all too well. Alastor angled his hips just right, hitting the sweet spot within you relentlessly that had you crying out, eyes rolling back, and toes curling.

“Look at me,” Alastor took ahold of your chin, forcing you to stay present and not get lost in the wonderland of complete euphoria, “That’s it darling, keep looking into my eyes and maybe I’ll reward you, hm?”

“Alastor…” Your voice was becoming a bit hoarse now, voice cracking from the tears you were shedding but a small smile graced your lips despite it all because you knew that this was something you wanted to experience for the rest of your days. To be beneath him, submitting your entire being to the man you love so you wouldn’t have to worry, or some much as think about the outside world because in this moment it was just you two.

“Fuck,” He cursed, feeling himself grow closer to his own release but he ignored it, focusing on you and how your lips were parted, begging Alastor with a soft voice to let you cum, “Let me hear that pretty voice, mon chère.”

"Please, please, please," you quietly begged, feeling another orgasm coming quicker than the last. Alastor watched you intently before he sat up to lick his thumb, bringing it down to rub circles onto your swollen clit. Your hips nearly bucked away from how sensitive you felt, "Alastor!"

"Does that feel good?" Alastor quieted you with a kiss before moving away to take your bottom lip in between his teeth, making you whimper as you felt him bite down, the irony taste of blood filling your mouth, "Be a doll and cum for me."

"Fuck!" You moaned out, feeling yourself clench around his cock just as you came undone.

Alastor quickly followed suit, burying himself inside you to the hilt before painting your walls white. You winced slightly from the feeling of being stuffed so full, your hole practically fluttering around nothing once he pulled out of you. It was strange, feeling his seed drip out of you, it was warm. You yelped just as Alastor brought your sore legs up to your chest again, his fingers making quick work of your freshly fucked out hole as he finger fucked his dripping cum back into you. The sudden primal urge to not let a single drop go to waste taking over Alastor, his eyes nearly black with lust once he takes in the sight of your swollen pussy with a grin that made you shiver.

“I’m s-sore..” Your body still shook from the intense orgasm you just had, “wait—”

“Shh,” Alastor hushed you, the wet sounds coming from your pussy seemingly louder now, “Relax, my dear.”

You whimpered, body tensing as you watched Alastor’s long slender fingers slide in and out of you with ease thanks to the natural lubricant of your arousal and his cum combined. Alastor finger fucked his cum back into you with a wide grin, only stopping when he was satisfied with the sight of your pretty pussy taking all of his cum again

Alastor traced delicate patterns along your inner thigh, his gaze locked on yours as he savored the rise and fall of your chest. "Such a beautiful sight," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I don't take words lightly, especially when they come from someone as captivating as you. Your mind, your body," he trailed kisses up your body, savoring each love mark along your neck, "and your soul—all are mine now."

A whispered affirmation escaped your lips, barely audible but filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored the intensity in Alastor's eyes. As your lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in a realm of shared desire and longing. His mouth silenced your moans as he deepened the kiss, each touch igniting a fire that consumed you both.

Exhausted yet content, you nestled into Alastor's embrace as he spooned you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. The soft glow of the fireplace cast shadows on the walls, creating a tranquil ambiance that matched the peace settling over your spent bodies. Goosebumps danced across your skin as his hand traced gentle paths down your arm, pulling you closer to him.

In that moment, with your head resting against his chest and his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear, you drifted into a peaceful slumber. Alastor's whispered words—"Rest, my darling. We'll leave in the morning"—were the last echoes you heard before sleep claimed you, cocooning you in a world where love and warmth were the only realities.

As Alastor lay beside you, the flickering flames of the fireplace began to dim, casting fleeting shadows across the room. Sensing the need for more wood to keep the fire alive, Alastor gently slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber. Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Ray had been lurking outside the window, his curiosity and fulfilling need to protect you getting the better of him as he watched Alastor's movements.

Silently slipping out into the cold night, Alastor made his way to the woodpile, his breath forming misty clouds in the chilled air. With practiced ease, he picked up the axe, lean muscles flexing as he did so, ready to chop the logs needed to fuel the dying fire. Little did he know that Mr. Ray, hidden in the shadows, had followed him, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. Mr.Ray had been there long enough to witness the intimate moment you and Alastor shared, drawing his own conclusions about you and what exactly you meant to Alastor. Overall, he saw nothing but a couple being scandalous, your intimacy blanketed by the secrets of the night but there was just something off about Alastor that Mr.Ray couldn't shake and he wanted to find out what.

As Alastor swung the axe, the sound of wood splitting echoed in the quiet night. But it was a small twig under Mr. Ray's foot that betrayed his presence. Alastor's senses instantly sharpened, his instincts alert to the intruder in his domain. With a swift movement, he turned, the axe held firmly in his grasp, a murderous glint flickering in his eyes as he scanned the darkness with a playful grin. The killer had a hunch, a feeling, that something felt off when he brought you back to his place. Of course he thought it was his imagination or the voices in his head playing tricks on him but now he was certain that there was someone lurking in the shadows watching him.

As the twig snapped under Mr. Ray's foot, his heart raced with the realization that he had been discovered. Panic surged through him as he tried to retreat into the darkness, hoping to hide from Alastor's piercing gaze. However, before he could take more than a few steps, he heard the sound of footsteps closing in behind him.

Alastor, quick to react, had already sensed Mr. Ray's attempt to flee. Like a fox hunting a hare, he closed the distance between them in mere moments, his presence looming over Mr. Ray like a menacing shadow. The moonlight cast eerie shadows around them, adding to the suspense of the moment.

Mr. Ray's breath caught in his throat as he felt Alastor's presence right behind him, the cold steel of the axe chillingly close to his back. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized the danger he was in, trapped between the darkness of the night and the looming threat of Alastor.

Alastor's voice sliced through the tense silence, low and threatening. "Trying to sneak away, are we?" His words dripped with a dangerous edge, sending a chill down Mr. Ray's spine.

There was two choices Alastor had to make, he could kill him now or torture him later. Though you were here so that limited him to only one option, which was to kill him now. The murderer didn't mind that because as much as he wanted to drill some information out of him on why he was here, the sudden realization that he had been watching the both of you made a bubbling anger boil within him. He had watched you, in all your naked glory no doubt, and that thought alone made the rage spill over.

In that heart-stopping moment, Alastor raised the axe, the moonlight glinting off its sharp blade as it hovered ominously in the air. Mr. Ray's instincts screamed at him to run, but fear rooted him to the ground, unable to move.

The scene was frozen in time, the only sound being the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze. With a swift and calculated movement, Alastor brought the axe down, the air splitting with the sound of its descent. That satisfying crunch of a skull crushing made Alastor smile, blood splattering all over his face and bare chest as he brought the axe down again, and again. His eyes, usually calm and collected, now glinted with a manic light as his true, psychotic nature spilled over.

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