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⟢Alastor x Reader - The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (A Valentino Production)

Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.

Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 Epilogue sexual Deleted Scene teeny smut💦

⟢Alastor x Reader - A boiling frog smut💦

Your companionship was peppered onto Alastor so gently and slowly he didn’t realize he was too far gone until he was hopelessly dependent on your attention. He decides the only remedy is to drown you in his.

⟢Alastor x Reader - Good Vibrations sexy🔥

After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.

⟢Alastor x Reader - Luck smut💦

Vox’s ever present eyes noticed a reoccurring face around Alastor, and decided you were an easy way to get under his skin. Alastor manages to find you during the kidnapping but how he finds you sends his gentlemanly resolve unraveling. He had wanted to be gentle, he really had. C’est la vie, hm?

⟢Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - The Safeword is RadioApple smut💦

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins tidbit 2 (cute? Not smut) NEW ✨ Part 5 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱

⟢Alastor x Virgin FemReader -

The Big Part smut💦 Bigger and Wetter smut💦 The Wettening smut 💦

You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.

⟢Angel x Virgin Reader - Someone Nice, Somewhere Safe smut💦

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

꒰აMale reader ✧ Female reader ໒꒱

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie Part 13 - The Release Part 14 - Someone like smut💦 Part 15 - Silence smut💦 Part 16 - Mine

⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader - Finders Keepers

Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2 ˚₊ · »-♡→Week 3 and Week 4 smut💦 ˚₊ · »-♡→Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smut💦

⟢Rutting Alastor x Fem Bunny Reader - Alastor in Rut smut💦 NEW ✨

Less than confident and lacking much in the way of assertiveness, you find hell to be scary. But, a very kind and helpful deer demon has a solution! Just in time, as an unexpected rut hits him and he feels the need to reel you in.

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🕯Kinktober Masterlist 👻

Under 1500 words and specific requests

⟢Luci x Reader x Alastor imagine (and Vox) sexual 🔥

⟢Alastor SFW and NSFW Headcanon fluffy☁️ and sexual🔥

⟢Ace Alastor x Ace Reader - Fuck Joke around and Find out

Part 1 soft smut 💦 ✧ Part 2 smut 💦

⟢Ace Alastor bottoms for a GN!Seraphim Reader - Wrapped Around Your Finger

Part 1 smut💦 ✧ Part 2 smut💦

⟢Angel Dust x PornstarReader - Besties get Banged smut💦

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱ ✨NEW✨

⟢Lucifer x GN!AngelReader (fic based on Griftwood by ghost) ✧ a continuation a - Yes smut💦

⟢Cursed Cat Alastor

⟢Hazbin Crew Drunk Headcanon (tiny sexy?)

⟢TopAlastor x BottomLucifer - for my darling Fraugwinska , Lazy Mornings smut💦

⟢TopLucifer x Bottom Nun!Alastor - HateJoke Fuck

⟢TopAlastor x Bottom Angel Dust - Angel’s Alastor smut💦 ✨NEW✨

⟢Alastor x FTM reader - Mon Cher

⟢Vox x Doe Fem Reader, Alastor x Doe Fem Reader - Cucking Vox smut💦✨NEW✨

⟢Angel Luci x Raphael - Research smut💦

⟢Alastor x Reader - Loss of Decorum dirty✨

One ✦ Two ✦ Three

⟢Omega Reader x Intersex Luci x Alpha Alastor - The Transitive Property of Love preview smut 💦

⟢HumanAlastor x AFABSheepDemonReader - Fascinating Anatomy smut 💦

Hazel Imagines - general imagines, very small

⟢Would Alastor indulge in anal with a fem!reader?

⟢What would Alastor do about a reader with a scent kink? Smut💦

⟢Imagine Alastor and a S/O aroused by his voice

⟢Would Alastor have sex with a reader on their period?

⟢Alastor with a pregnant, but not yet showing, reader

⟢Imagine Alastor removing your make up after a bad date

⟢A Doe in Fall (part 13) HumanAlastor x FemReader

im not telling you a goddamn thing

⟢super secret project

Happy Birthday!

Lucifer x Fem Birthday Reader x Alastor

A Very Hazbin Happy Birthday Imagine (Alastor, Luci, Angel, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Vox, Valentino)

Birthday Spankings Alastor x GN!Reader dirty✨

He was an idiot. 

And a virgin.

They were not mutually exclusive but the implications of one definitely worsened the feeling of the other.

But how lucky he was, he thought, when he only had to suffer a few days of immense stress before getting an answer to his nagging question.

He hadn’t wanted to be rough or quick, he wanted to enjoy feeling you against him again. But wants were dashed against the craggy shores of need, broken up into pieces like the fabric of your shirt under his claws. An addiction, or at least that was the only word that made sense to him, had formed from just one embrace. 

And he had waited three days for another. While on high alert; watching and listening for you. Trying to decipher some sliver of how you felt about him still. Or now. Perhaps it had changed when he dropped you so unceremoniously. Maybe the glare was a step too far.

Seventy two hours or so of you avoiding being in his personal space. Old marks that plagued him, threatening to disappear and take away even the aftershocks of your grace.

What an idiot he was, he thought. He would dare say he had bit the hand that fed, and somehow was both the kicked dog and the leg that swung.

So he found himself following you and having lost the ability to maintain charm or dignity he decided to say what he needed by mimicking your earlier actions.

He grabbed your arm and held you back from entering the common area bathroom, but you didn’t toss him against any walls like he had. You looked at the place his skin held yours with confusion. Not disgust or anger, as he had so uncharacteristically feared, but something else was quickly overtaking the two as you lingered there.

The fact you were annoyed became apparent. And the longer he stood there staring at you expectedly only further drove you into aggravation with the deer demon.

Finally, after far too long, you spoke, “Yes?!”

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. More apt than ever as he truly didn’t know how he got there or what he was doing.

There it was again. That pesky shutting down of his brain. As the lights went out in his head, you tugged yourself from his grasp. But when he stayed still standing there with his arm outreached, you closed the distance with angry steps and pushed at his chest.

“Hey! Alastor!”, a shove just strong enough to try to bring him back to hell. “What the fuck is up with you?”

And he did come back, crashing into himself with such force it snapped his last twig of fear.

His hand was tight around your forearm as he pulled your body into his chest. 

You were squeezed into him. A hesitation before you moved as you considered the options. You could recognize even in your agitation and confusion that Alastor was also tremendously unsure. You knew the facts, asexual, and you heard the rumors, a total virgin. 

As soon as your palms slid up his chest and found his shoulders, he lifted you once again by the thighs and pulled your legs around his waist. 

For Alastor your response was a shout. One hand was holding you close still at the back, one hand on your face, trying poorly to help him land his kisses on your lips. A pitiful success rate but as they say; shoot for the moon and land among the stars. He was happy to find your cheeks and your nose and your chin in his failures.

He hadn’t ever kissed your mouth before; Only realizing it as he first felt the warmth of your skin against his lips. Be it in his head or in the hall. It brought your first moan into him, a sound that knocked against every rib as it sank to his crotch.

He turned to push open the bathroom door with his back and pull you into a stall. 

The dark wood of the partitions bent just a little with the initial impact of your bodies, but ultimately managed to stay upright. Alastor bounced you once to better angle himself against you. He wasn’t even hard yet, which was odd, but the nerves of the confrontation had kept his mind elsewhere until now.

Only the second time his body was on yours and already you knew to stay still and let him find his pleasure.

It was inherently selfish, but you had a feeling he was working in a fog of inexperience. You were willing to be his practice partner, the idea alone made you clench with a need to let him try as much as he needed. You had knowledge he didn’t. You had experience he didn’t. You had power over the so-called cruelest and most powerful overlord in recent memory. 

As he crushed you into his chest, grip tightening every time yours did, you felt a jolt of glee.

It ran parallel to the shock of desire coursing down his body. His relief melted to give way to mind numbing satisfaction. 

Your body in his arms, chest against his chest, scent mingling with his own as it reached his nose. He huffed, sighing out the fears that you were irreparably cross with him. He’d maybe apologize someday, if you made him.

But once again no words were necessary nor offered as he worked his erection against your center. Sometimes his hips would jump and you’d feel the impossible rigidity of him press into your stomach. A dirty thought of how it would feel from the inside, stomach churned up with the rocking motion of his thrusts deep into you. 

You felt like you’d go crazy if he didn’t just fuck you. Like perhaps you’d sincerely lose your ability to function if you didn’t get at least one time to see and feel what he teased you with.

It wasn’t a tease though. Alastor’s lower back rolled with his hips without holding back, him changing his angling until he heard you gasp or your nails dug into his shirt.  There was no tease as this was the main course. There was nothing past this in his fantasies. He knew more existed but this seemed good and well enough. It quenched his thirst, drew his displaced pieces back together again. The notion you were dying in a desert of what he didn’t finish hadn’t come up at all.

Alastor was a virgin in the purest sense, not even another’s hand had been granted permission to touch his skin below his navel. Letting you feel him through his clothing, rutting into the softness of your ass and core, this was earthshaking vulnerability. 

His mind only felt and heard and saw what he was given now. But your mind wandered, eyes closing to help you better feel the fantasy. 

And that’s how it went, again and again and again. For weeks. The only difference from the first time was the introduction of his mouth on your mouth, on your neck, sucking on your collarbone loud bruises he secretly hoped someone asked you about.

Every time left you so riled up and needy that you immediately ran to your room to finish what he started. Easy, admittedly, as he had given you so much to work with.

It had become a little too much to bear. While Alastor was soothing his urges he only stoked more in you. 

But it came to a head for you. He looked up lazily as you and several others made your way out one night. When he asked if it was another field trip Angel laughed obnoxiously.

As he watched you leave the hotel, Angel promising to finally get you laid, he fought the urge to rip the arms off of his chair. And Angel. 

He was sure he could still stop you if he just stood up fast enough. His fingers twitched. Ready to jump up and seize you.

But what would he say? Please don’t. I’m terribly uncomfortable with the idea and I do not know why.

Stay and

What? 

He could sense you were already too far now. The opportunity to finally just confront the situation he’d been trying to power through was gone.

Alastor found himself aimlessly wandering the hotel halls. A claw shredding wallpaper mindlessly as he walked past and wondered had you met someone already?

Banister snapping in two as he noticed the time, are you with someone now? Were they holding you? Or worse, you holding them?

His mind was a pictureshow he couldn’t exit. Your mouth holding someone else’s name. Someone else feeling you squirm. Hands on your hips that weren’t his. Someone unaware they now shared something with The Radio Demon. Someone who may steal more from him than just a night of your company.

But then the mental horror picture show shifted to a mystery. Did someone enter your body? What noises did you make then? How much did you tremble under their touch?

Was there a barrier between you two?

Nearly midnight. It had absolutely happened, or else you’d already be home, right?

Never had he had so many questions and so little desire to truly have an answer.

He stood watch, waiting on the balcony above the hotel’s grand awning to see you return. The first sight of you made him retreat to his room to pace.

A caged animal. A restless beast.

A fool.

He couldn’t deny any longer that he was miserable. Accepting it made it easier though, because then he could decide what to do with his misery. 

It was too bitter to keep between his teeth. He wished his mind would go blank this time, but no. As he lied in bed on his back unsure hands pulled a pillow to his face. He held it tightly to his chest and mouth, wishing he could have you there in its place.

His mind dragged him down the street, a leashed dog overpowering its owner, as he helplessly considered in what position you had been in. 

He felt a twitch in his lap. If he went through with it, how would he arrange you? On your knees would save him embarrassment. But how then could you cling to his body? Naked body on his… uninterrupted skin sticking to his own. His thighs flexed, would you let him undress you?

The theater of his mind was on fire. The invasive third party burned away, leaving just the notion of your shaking body signaling a deep want for him.

How much softer was your skin than the fabric always layered between you both? The very thought made his hips lift off the bed. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to try?

He considered it; no. How easily he would open himself to ridicule. Alastor was true and well a virgin. Never a hand other than his on his bare cock, never a shared bed over an evening, never anything more than drunken kisses and necking in a dance hall. 

Until you. 

How quickly he leapt from celibate and content to horny and desperate. 

But you would see it; his inexperience. He’d come undone too soon, disappointing you. You’d smile half heartedly at him and he’d consider another seven year absence just to escape the shame. He couldn’t let you pity him. He couldn’t let you stand over him in any sense. 

He could feel the distance between you, and soon enough he knew you were in your room a floor beneath him. Your absence on his body roiled from a warm second layer of clothing to one of damp, cold, clinging strips of fabric. His breath picked up. It was all wrong now. No it wasn’t your absence that was covering him anymore. It was the memory of what he previously had sloughing off.

He was shedding your touch and if he didn’t have a renewal of your affections he’d be left bare and raw. Shivering in the cold of your indifference. He felt so… replaceable. 

But what was worse, truly: your disappointment or your pity?

He heard the pipes shake in the walls. You were taking a shower. 

Oh right, the third option. Your loss of interest….just the thought made his stomach flip. 

A whine into the pillow.

Was anything truly lower than where he was now?

Alastor did what was easiest. Ignored how he felt and chose nothing at all. He’d wait to see you in the ominous daylight of hell and decide from there. A little hope barely the size of a speck of sand stood in his heart that he’d see you and be disgusted at the thought of you now. A fleeting memory, something about sand and oysters, before he buried the topic of you entirely for the night.

The idiot part of his personality was really shining lately.  

You bounced down the stairs the next day and smiled at everyone and looked so….refreshed.

Not an ounce of disgust materialized. A jealous desperation hit him so hard that Vaggie leaned over and whispered a worried “hey, are you okay?” to him. 

Absolutely not.

He didn’t reply, retreating into himself to try and claw out some rage or hate or anything sharp and familiar.

The day crept past him as he sat there, staring off into the distance, unmoving. Until something just snapped.

“May I touch you?”

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