There's this semi-insidious undertone that I've been building up in No Bond Stronger and I see it applied to Vox a lot more than Alastor bc of his canonical obsession, but I am in the firm camp that Alastor is just as unregulated as Vox; he's just repressed about it.
Alastor is this complicated tangle of aceness and trauma where he won't let anyone close because he's so afraid they'll ask for more. He can decline, but the betrayal of being misunderstood burns in the the whole life of being put down and dehumanized kind of way. Alastor, at the start of this fic, lives in a world of force and violence. To him, sex is another aspect of this violence and he refuses to welcome it. What this does instead is make him push to the brink of destruction and then accept any damages as inevitable. He doesn't want to know about consent because then it's a thing that can be taken from him.
Meanwhile, Angel Dust is ABSOLUTELY aware of why consent matters and how coercive people can be. Alastor is trying his fucking hardest to get into Situations and all Angel can think of is how he used to let Val do whatever he wanted out of eagerness to please. It strikes this horrible I feel like I'm fucking you up forever chord in his soul.
So we get the push and pull where Alastor can't taunt or tempt Angel into anything. He doesn't know what he wants, so he wants Angel to hurt him for real and fix it. When Angel refuses, it rocks his whole fucking worldview.
Alastor is limerent and it's his own fault for not forming any trust with anyone ever. He's touchstarved and addicted to being turned down when he offers more than he can give. It's the opposite of how he's been treated his whole life.
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My first chapter of the fic is up!! Slow intro into the tension, full details below the cut. I’m staring at 8+ chapters rn but we’ll see how long it actually ends up being!
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alastor/Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor & Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)
Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), mentioned chars:, Rosie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Angst, Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Bottom Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust Being Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel), Sex Worker Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Protective Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Top Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Dom/sub, Sadomasochistic Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor in Heat (Hazbin Hotel), Predator/Prey, BDSM, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Kink Negotiation, Blood Kink, Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Has Deer Traits (Hazbin Hotel), Making Out, (but in a quirky aroace way), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dom Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Sub Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Orgasm Denial, Eventual Smut, Desperation, Safe Sane and Consensual, (and thats really important here), Begging, Impact Play, Slow(ish) Burn
Summary:
Twice a century, Alastor enters heat. Braving it alone was one of his first true mistakes in hell, so he hires Angel Dust to deal with it. The only problem he didn't see is the professionalism. In other words, Alastor learns about the idea of Safe, Sane, & Consensual by brute force and Angel Dust is his exasperated guide. Heavy on the yearning, they're both idiots.
PREV:
Two hands take hold of his thighs, holding him in place as Angel Dust rises to a sitting position. They’re eye to eye like this, a more intimate version of the previous night, “Nevermind,” Angel Dust’s voice is gentle and reverent, “I shouldn’t ask so much of you like this.”
Alastor quivers in annoyance. His ears pin back, stiff and agitated, “Like what?”
The hands do not depart from his thighs. Instead, they pet over his trousers in slow, rhythmic motions. To Angel's credit, he answers near instantly. It just feels like eons.
“Not like that.” His voice solidifies with confidence, “I just mean I’m asking a lot of you, right now.”
“Oh,” Alastor’s gaze is low, tired even though the sun has just begun its descent. From here, Angel is warming them both, his thighs a brand where they are pressed against Alastor’s.
^^normal guy who writes 10k words radiodust in 2 days bc they think about it a normal amount
Anyway, cant believe this ISNT sex
(Wip preview under the cut)
“Does this hurt?” he sounds breathless, maybe from the exertion of supporting both their weights and Alastor shakes his head. If anything, the stretch is pleasurable in the way it unspools his muscles. When he speaks, his voice sounds different, compressed by his own body, there is a breathless undercurrent, “I’m fit as a fiddle, dear! Carry on!”
Angel nods, “Good, good.” He sounds like he’s half-addressing himself when he speaks and his thumbs trace circles into Alastor’s ankles. Finally, he sighs and then leans back slightly to drop Alastor’s ankles onto his admittedly narrow shoulders. It’s a particularly lewd angle, moreso than the previous because, like this, their clothed bodies are pressed in a warm embrace. Thankfully, Alastor does not detect the press of hardness against his oversensitized lower half. Ever the consummate professional, he presumes. Angel takes hold of his hips, sliding his hands up until they nearly meet.
His breath whistles through his teeth as he speaks, “Fuck, that’s a tiny waist.” He blinks out of sync once more and then squeezes lightly, “Hey, Al?”
Alastor’s lashes flutter involuntarily at the motion and he endeavors not to squirm, “Yes?”
He’s back to business-professional when he speaks, expression carefully schooled into neutrality. It’s a kind gesture, Alastor thinks. Probably intended not to scare him. Angel Dust is relinquishing his usual mask to avoid confusing the intent of his words.
“I’m gonna flip us, okay?”
Alastor takes a moment to ponder the logistics and then thinks better of it. “Flip away!”
Angel’s primary arms slide up, skating over the planes of his torso until he can reach his arms which have sprawled lazily above his head. His lower arms take the place of the originals, grounding Alastor at his torso even as his back is forced into concavity by their positions. Angel’s forehead nearly brushes his and he focuses his gaze on the lenslike filter coating Angel’s lower secondary vision. He seems to have put mascara on each. How detail-oriented.
Then, with a single rolling motion, Angel topples backwards, pulling onto his chest in an impressive show of strength which answers Alastor’s earlier question of how they could possibly re-orient with so little space.
Angel peeks out, pleased from between Alastor’s legs, “Hey! Scoot back a little for me?”
Alastor shuffles, careful not to knee any of Angel’s many inconveniently placed limbs until his back bumps against a bent set of knees. He realizes, with growing consternation, that Angel has splayed him, parted legs and all over his own hips. Two hands go up to steady him, helping to lift him up out of the danger zone. Angel Dust studies his face.
“How long do you think you could stay like this?”
“What?” Alastor is momentarily blinded by confusion as his brain struggles to process the severity (or lack thereof) of the situation.
Angel Dust shrugs, patient as ever, “What’s your leg strength like?”
Alastor fixes him with what is hopefully a stern look, “I’m an overlord.”
“And I’m a jumping spider!” Angel’s tongue clicks in agitation, “Stop bratting and answer.”
For some godforsaken reason, Alastor feels heat wash over him in a heady rush, “Uh”
Two hands take hold of his thighs, holding him in place as Angel Dust rises to a sitting position. They’re eye to eye like this, a more intimate version of the previous night, “Nevermind,” Angel Dust’s voice is gentle and reverent, “I shouldn’t ask so much of you like this.”
Alastor quivers in annoyance. His ears pin back, stiff and agitated, “Like what?”
The hands do not depart from his thighs. Instead, they pet over his trousers in slow, rhythmic motions. To Angel's credit, he answers near instantly. It just feels like eons.
“Not like that.” His voice solidifies with confidence, “I just mean I’m asking a lot of you, right now.”
“Oh,” Alastor’s gaze is low, tired even though the sun has just begun its descent. From here, Angel is warming them both, his thighs a brand where they are pressed against Alastor’s. He worries at his lip with his front teeth, an old nervous habit.
Posting from the club to tell you all that chapters 8 and 9 are now up! I love you all sm thank you for the support were about to hit the final stretch and I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thinking about how No Bond Stronger was supposed to be ~7-8 chapters, one for each day+ 2 for heat day but I've given it so much plot that it is now standing at 9+ chapters because Friday is now 3 parts, Saturday is 2 parts, and Sunday hasn't even been split into chaps yet. Every time they have sex, i make a new chapter and its going to make this fic 10 billion google docs subtabs long
Classes are beating my ass but at least I'm writing instead :D. Gonna try to move to weekly or biweekly updates on No Bond Stronger. I'm also deep in writing a little post- No Bond omo fic bc I'm not task-oriented. And then maybe Vox omo. And then maybe back to my evil character gender explorations
