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Anybody (over the age of 18) is welcome to show up in my dms and chat with me or put in a request! I don't bite.

It is NOT guaranteed that I will do your request nor is it guaranteed that I will do it quickly. I get writing blocks sometimes or I just genuinely can’t think of a good plot for your scenario yet but I’ll try my best.

SMUT / NSFW REQUESTS ARE ONLY CONSIDERED / ACCEPTED IF YOU HAVE CONFIRMATION THAT YOU'RE AN ADULT ON YOUR PROFILE. THANK YOU.

I have a pretty screwed up mind and will write about a lot so really, throw a prompt at me lol. I will also NOT do oc x oc, character x character, and character x oc.

UNRELATED: I also like to RP as Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (18+ ONLY, I WILL NOT RESPOND IF YOU DON’T HAVE CONFIRMATION OF YOUR AGE). If you’re down for a roleplay or whatever feel free to shoot me a message with a prompt, I’ll do Alastor x you, Alastor x Character, OR Alastor x OC, just please be patient with me as I am a college student. Thanks!

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The clock strikes 2am, a reminder of how late it is, but you don’t mind. You liked to clean, especially at night time. You liked to help, it’s only a plus that this job gives you peace. Doing your duties at night gives you more time with the friends you’ve created at the hotel during the day. And you had to admit it to yourself, you’re really enjoying the hotel now. 

Who knew that after a couple months, you’d be a part of this family and can call this place your home, a safe haven even. 

Picking up your caddy of cleaning supplies and a broom, you head to your last assignment of the night. 

You’re not exactly sure why this room needed to be cleaned today - it doesn’t look half bad. Some dusting here and there along with a good sweep should do it. So, you begin. 

“Top to bottom!”  Alastors static voice rings through your head. He’s been a great deal of help ever since you’ve been living here, guiding you through cleaning, exercises that Charlie and Vaggie have you do, taking large items from your arms to carry for you and putting things away for you… to think of it, he’s always been around. A hum and smile catches your lips. It’s nice to finally feel important, to have friends by your side. 

Thoroughly, you wipe down the desk, the wardrobe, re-fluff the pillows and bedding, clean the mirror and now it’s time for the floors, just like you were taught. 

Making a pile of dust in the middle of the room, you begin to sweep underneath the furniture the best you can. However, this bed is ginormous, the broom won’t slide to the places you need them to. Not like you can move the bed on your own anyways, but this job needs to be done. You hate half-assing shit. 

Getting down on your hands and knees, you take a look at what's beneath the bed and see a large wadded up dust bunny, right in the center. 

Fuck.

The beds high enough off the ground that you could fit right? Just shimmy right under there and grab it. Then you’ll be done for the night. 

Laying your belly flat on the floor, you wiggle your way underneath the bed, stretching your arm outward to grab the dust bunny- just a little closer-

You slide yourself inch by inch until your right sleeve snags on the spring. 

“Oh shoot-” You mumble, trying to pull your arm out of the spring, but it’s useless. You try to slide backwards out from underneath the bed, but it's got you in its hold. Removing your shirt is useless too as it's a button up, and it’s tight fitting- the fabric is thick, you can’t rip it for the life of you. 

You grunt, wiggling your legs to try to free yourself to no avail. This is hopeless. You tug and twist, trying all the angles you can to let yourself free.

You’re so occupied that you don't even notice the figure standing at the doorway, ears at attention, head cocked to the side dressed in a cheshire grin that only grows as he watches you struggle. 

“Ah! What do we have here? I thought I heard something.” That familiar radio voice fills the room and has you stilling. 

“Oh, Alastor, thank god you’re here. I’m stuck, my sleeve is caught on somet-”

“My dear, I do see that you’re in quite the predicament.” 

Quite the predicament indeed. 

“Yes, can you help me? I can’t move much,” you say, voice muffled under the bed. Tugging your arm roughly against the metal.

“It would be my pleasure, darling.” He hums, “Just relax, dear, or you’ll ruin your uniform if you keep doing that. Although, you could use sewing lessons.” 

You still again, not wanting to rip your shirt.

His cane taps the floor before the wooden door to the room softly shuts with a click.

“No need to worry, I’m here to help, my dear. Though you were making such a ruckus I thought something more serious happened to you.” 

The radio demon drags his gaze from your shoes, up your legs, the bottom of your skirt and then up to your waist, where the top half of your body is underneath the bed. 

“You’re not usually up this late.” He comments.

“Was just trying to clean this room, it was the last thing on my list,” you slump, forehead resting on your free arm. 

Alastor’s ear twitches. “Well, let me help you get out of here so you can rest your pretty little head in bed.” 

You sign in relief, expecting the demon to snap his fingers to free you in an instant. But nothing comes. 

You wait a few more seconds, “Alastor?”

He doesn’t give a response. 

“Did you leave? I really don’t want to be stuck here all nig-”

A foot kicks your right foot wide, then your left. Embarrassment creeps up your neck and you're quick to shut your legs together before your skirt exposes you. You hear a thud behind you and in the next second, hands wrapping around your ankles to force your legs open again. 

“I don’t need to help you, dear. I could leave you here all night or even a week,” Alastor’s claws glide up your leg, and with a quick movement, your tights rip as your calf. “Do as I instruct.” 

“You’re sure this will h-” 

He tugs roughly at your ankles again, jerking you back as your sleeve pulls at your arm even more now. “Do as I instruct. I won’t repeat myself again.” The static in his voice roars for a moment.

So you go limp. You’re at the complete mercy of the radio demon. 

Alastors eyes are dark and completely fixated on your body. He lifts a brow, “What a pleasure tonight to see you so helpless. Is that what you feel right now?” He cocks his head to the side, “hopeless and unable to move, my dear? Does it scare you? It seems dark under there.”

His knuckles skim your legs clad with sheer tights, up and up until he reaches the bottom on your skirt, now exposing just a peek of your ass. Alastors smile wrinkles, exposing his gums. He’s absolutely delighted with the treat you gave him tonight. 

His fingers gently lift the skirt over your ass, exposing your panties. 

“Red? Oh dear, that’s my favorite color! Did you wear these just for me tonight? Darling, I’m flattered.” 

“Alastor-” you gasp. Was he toying with you? Does he think this is funny? The tangy taste of mortification swells in your throat. You’re too afraid to move, you just pray he doesn’t hurt you. Everything about this is surprising you, he’s never acted out of sorts before. 

Your thoughts are silenced as Alastor rips a hole in the tights between your legs, and with a flick of his clawed pinky, your panties are torn in half as well. 

“Wait,” you whisper.

The air in the room bites at your now exposed cunt, making you shutter. Your legs twitch, begging to be closed, but Alastor drags a knuckle against your slick opening. He ignores your soft plea.

“Everyone is sound asleep right now, I think it’s safe to say that you’re lucky I came to your rescue! What would you do if I wasn't so devoted to this hotel?” He coos, body hovering over your legs.

To your surprise, a finger traces soft little circles at your bundle of nerves. Despite how uncomfortable the position you’re in right now, your body is responding so well to Alastor. It’s confusing. It’s a complete shock, you never thought your friend who’s helped you this whole time- 

He hums as you ever-so-slightly grind your hips to the movements he's making at your clit. Pleasure washes over your body, giving into him. You don’t know if it’s out of fear or out of pleasure. You’re melting into him, despite what your brain thinks.

“You’d be, well,” his finger plunges deep into your pussy, “stuck! Ha ha!” He laughs as you gasp out loud by the intrusion. 

His finger curls inside you, taking small but deep pumps inside you. You feel another finger knocking against your clit with every thrust. He takes his time at first, one hand gripping the flesh at the back of your thigh, as the other slowly quickens his pace to assault your cunt. 

“A beautiful sight.” He hums.

You buck into him, following his movement, as you cover your mouth with your arm. The room echoes with the sound of your wetness clicking. With every movement he makes on you, you're terrified of making the slightest noise, not knowing how he’d handle you then. 

“Hm, you’re too quiet down there, my dear. Am I not making you feel good?” He removes his finger from you painfully quick, making you feel empty in an instant. Unsure of what he wants, you open your mouth to begin answering him until a slick finger forces its way into your mouth. 

“This stays uncovered, you hear me? I need every person in this hotel to hear you break.” He taps the inside of your cheek. “Suck.” 

Your lips suck your own juices off his finger, making a mess of yourself as spit covers his hand that covers the rest of your face. Pulling his finger out of your mouth, he finds real estate under your hip, guiding your waist so your ass is up and fully exposed to him. 

Alastor’s ears twitch before they lay flat against his head. He doesn’t make haste unbuckling his belt and taking himself out of his pants as he’s completely fixated upon your glistening cunt. He exposes himself just enough to free his cock. Patience is a virtue, but he needs you- now. 

“I’m going to fucking breed you.” His voice glitches loud in your ears even though he’s not under here with you. Giving himself one-two-three pumps, his other hand snakes under to your belly, keeping you in this exposed position for him. Just for him.

In one quick thrust, his entire cock fills you to the brim. He’s stretched you in an instant, and you gasp for air. The muggy, dusty air underneath this bed fills your lungs. With the way Alastor’s hands never leave your body causes a fire under your skin makes you hazy. Every second, every pinch, grab and knead, his hands are there, burning into you, never giving you a break. 

Your face feels flushed and your body is melting. It’s getting difficult to breathe. Every part of your body wants to split apart and Alastor doesn’t take a second to let you adjust. Reeling his hips back slowly only to thrust inside you again. 

“Hmph- oh god-” You whimper for the first time. And this is absolute music to Alastor’s ears- once he hears you whimpering, his claws dig into the flesh of your ass. 

“Who knew that you’d be the perfect toy for me? You’re fitting me so well!” 

Moans slip past your lip as his thrusts pick up to a pace that’s painfully deep now, fucking into you faster and faster. Your slick makes it so easy to slide his cock in and out, all the way out to the tip and plunging to the hilt. It drives him haywire. 

“Seeing you at the mercy of me is such a pleasure. And you can’t do anything! Ha ha!”

The knot in your belly tightens. Your walls clamp down onto his cock and as if Alastor knows, his hand snakes down to your clit.

“This right here feels better when I do this, yes?” His eyes burn into your back and you feel it without even seeing him. You give him a whimper of a yes.  

His fingers are firm and circle around your nerves with a fast rhythm. Your mouth slacks open as your eyebrows furrow.

The smile on Alastors face grows wider as his antlers protrude out of his head. His body grows bigger, taking half of his demon form and using that strength to thrust violently into you. His eyes are mesmerized at the way your skin jiggles with every pump of his cock.

Your moans grow louder for him, “Alastor, please,” you beg. 

As if he knew what you needed, his fingers pressed against your clit more, his body towering over the lower half of your form, “Give yourself to me, cum.” 

With that, the tightness in your belly releases with a flash of white blurring your visions. You repeat his name like a mantra, unable to say anything else, hips unintentionally grinding into him as you ride out your high. Alastor continues to fuck you through your orgasm, but he needs more.

“Such a lovely, good girl you are. Now-” With one quick movement, Alaster pulls you roughly backwards, with no resistance from the spring at all now. He must’ve removed it…

Your face drags along the floor and you’re quickly turned on your back. 

“No time for comfortability now darling, I’m going to fill you right here.” He places a chaste kiss on your forehead. You drag your gaze up to the demon, whose eyes are blown wide. His snarl is unhinged as he looks down at you. Antlers almost as wide as this room now tower over your form. With a growl, Alastor presses your knees to your chest as he swiftly plunges his cock back into you. Your face lolls to the side, but you keep his stare through wet, thick lashes.

“That look on your face brings me such pleasure, sweet girl.” 

His clawed hand wraps around your jaw, forcing eye contact as his thrusts are becoming sloppy. 

“I’m going to breed you so deep,” he promises, “that imps all the way in the Sloth Ring will smell me on you.” Smoke engulfs the room. Alastor’s eyes hold that promise and glow.

“Who owns you?” He glitches, voice so deep it rumbles the hotel. 

He gives a sharp thrust as the grip on your jaw tightens- a warning. 

“Y-you, Alastor! Yours, ‘m all yours.” You babble through blurry eyes, your body experiencing euphoria all because of him. The demon's shadow crawl up the wall behind him, exposing sharp teeth and hollow eyes. 

“Mine.” He growls. 

With both hands shooting down and bruising your waist, Alastor thrusts one last time to the hilt and fills you up. His cock pulses deep inside you kissing your cervix, cum painfully filling you up before oozing down along his shaft. 

After a moment, he pulls out to admire his work. His eyes burn into your pussy as cum drips out of your cunt and pools on the floor. 

“Stunning.” He hums. His fingers come up to pull apart your pussy, watching every drop of cum spill out of you.

“You look ravishing, dear.” Alastor moves over you, hands gently clasping around your head. You return his stare. His eyes are back to normal now with no antlers to be seen.