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𝐈𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧', 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧' 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Sub Alastor x Dom Male Reader Minors do NOT interact Words: 1,536

"Oh hello there Al," You say with a smirk, you had walked into your shared room, a stark naked Alastor waiting for you, rutting his hard needy cock in his hand, you notice the demon's face heating up, it was quite obvious what was happening. "Seems like you wanted some company?" You tease as you lean back on the bed and kick off your shoes.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with desire, he nods slowly, he is ashamed to be so weak in front of you, he thought he was more masculine than this, but he doesn't care anymore, he wants someone to dominate him, he knows you are up to the task, that's why he chose you, needs you. "Please... fuck me..." He says softly, voice raspy looking down, unable to meet your gaze, his body trembling slightly.

"Well then," You say, crawling onto the bed, your eyes locked onto his. "Since you asked so nicely" You grab him by the throat and pull him close, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. One hand trails down his body, feeling the muscles ripple under the skin. The other continues to hold his neck firmly, making sure he can't speak, only moan. Alastor gasps, surprised by the sudden aggression, his eyes widening, but he loves it, he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours, he returns the kiss, his tongue dances with yours, his body shivering slightly, he moans softly.

He squirms slightly, his cock rubbing against yours, he wants you inside him, he wants to be filled, he wants to be fucked, he craves it, he has never felt like this before, he breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy, and looks at you with a lustful look. "Fuck me, please!" He begs again, he would do anything right now for you to fill him, he spreads his legs giving you beautiful view of his swollen needy hole.

"Greedy little thing aren't you?" You growl, pushing your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck on them, getting them wet. "But I think I can oblige." One finger slips into Alastor's spongy, hot hole, testing how tight he is, stretching him out a little, getting him ready for you. Moaning softly, his body tightens around your finger, his body is sensitive, he feels pleasure already, he bites his lip, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he craves more, he wants more fingers, he wants everything, he wants you to fuck him hard, fast and rough.

"More..." He begs, his voice soft, his breath hot, his eyes filled with lust, his body covered in sweat, he wants you to use him, he wants you to destroy him, he wants you to fuck him until he can't see.

You give him another finger, fucking him slowly, taking your time, enjoying every little reaction he gives you as he writhes and moans. "You want more? Beg for it." He gasps, his body tensing, he squirms slightly, he moans, his cock twitching, he arches his back, he pushes his hips trying to get your fingers deeper inside him, he looks at you with a lustful gaze, his eyes pleading, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he is ashamed to beg, he closes his mouth, he bites his lip, he tries to hide his face behind his hair, but it falls short, he looks away, his cheeks reddening, he whispers softly.

"Please... I beg you... Please fuck me harder... I need it... My body craves it... Please..." "look at me my Love, or ill stop!" You demand, your fingers stilling inside him. He looks at you, his eyes wide, his cheeks reddening, he bites his lip, he squirms slightly, he moans, he arches his back, his body begging for more. He nods slowly, giving in, he takes a deep breath, he closes his eyes, then locking eyes with you, he opens his mouth, he speaks slowly, clearly, loudly, even dropping his radio overlay in his desperation.

"Please Dear, I beg you, please fuck me harder, I need it, my body craves it, please fuck me, I am yours, use me as your toy, fuck me until I can't see straight, fuck me until I lose consciousness, fuck me until I break, fuck me until I can't take it anymore, fuck me until I am nothing but yours, fuck me, please, please, fuck me!"

"Good boy," you praise him, starting to move your fingers again, picking up speed. "That's what I like to hear, though you are such a greedy little thing. I don't think you can ever get enough." Your finger tips press against his prostate, rubbing it gently, teasingly. Your mouth descends onto his, hungrily kissing him, tongue lashing against his own, free hand tweaking his nipples. He moans loudly, his body tightening around your fingers, his eyes roll back, he gasps, his mouth opening, he pants heavily, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he leaks precum, his whole body shaking, he moans softly, his eyes open, he looks at you obediently, with lust in his eyes, and wraps his arms around you.

Alastor pulls you closer, kisses you back, his tongue dances with yours, moaning softly, he grins, when you bite his lip, his body dripping in sweat, moaning louder as he squirms forcing you to pin his hips with your other hand, his hole tightening around your fingers, he pants heavily. Alastor spreads his legs wider, he gives you a better angle for his hole.

"You're right... I am greedy... I can never get enough of you... I need more... Please..." Alastor pleads softly, he looks at you, his eyes beseeching, cheeks reddening, biting his lip as he arches his back, grinding his hips so his hole sinks and ruts against your fingers, his cock twitching, he's moaning, shivering, grinning desperately, something snaps and he leans forward, whispering in your ear frantically.

"Fuck me already, I beg you, I can't take it anymore..."

"Impatient thing aren't you?" You growl, removing your fingers from him, spreading his ass cheeks apart admiring his hot sweaty hole. "Then let me give you what you want." The head of your cock presses against his hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscles, entering him slowly with a moan of your own as hot flesh engulfs you. He gasps, his body tightening around your cock, he arches his back, his eyes rolling back. With a long low moan, his mouth hangs open dumbly, he pants heavily, his body shaking, and he claws at the sheets for anything to anchor him, he squirms on your cock needing you to move, and he begs you with his eyes.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me rough, fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I can't see, fuck me until I can't think, fuck me until I can't hear, fuck me until I can't breathe, fuck me until I can't live, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" You'd never seen him like this before and it's delicious, your hand wraps around his hot swollen flesh, pumping his cock a few times as he reacts like a feral animal.

His body writhes under your touch, his moans loud and urgent, he gasps, his eyes closed tightly, his cock twitching in your hand, panting heavily, his body shivers, and he spreads his legs wider, offering himself to you completely. "Ahh... Fuck yes... Please... Don't stop..." Alastor begs, his voice desperate, his body sweating, his muscles tense, his body convulsing, his mind lost, all he could think about was you fucking him, breaking him, owning him. "You're so fucking sexy like this," you groan, thrusting into him, hands gripping his hips tightly. "Take my cock, you greedy Buck." You push yourself fully into him, cock buried balls deep in his tight hole. "There we go, that's a good boy." You groan, grabbing his hips and pulling him forcefully down onto your dick. He cries out, his body tensing around your cock, his hole clenching around you, his eyes rolling back, his body trembling, he moans loudly, his body shaking, his cock twitching, and he grinds his hips against you, his body craving more. "Yes... Yes... Oh god... Please... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body sweating, his heart pounding, his mind lost, all he could think about was your cock, and the feeling of the friction as you raw fuck his tight, needy, swollen hole. You start pounding into him, setting a brutal pace, your cock sliding easily in and out of his tight hole, filling him completely. "That's it, my pet. Take my cock." Your hands grip his hips tightly, holding him steady as you fuck him mercilessly. Hand speeding up on his needy, leaking cock. "I'm going to cum," you groan, thrusting into him hard and fast, your cock throbbing inside him. "You want it? You want my cum?"

His body convulses, his mind blank, all he could feel was the sensation of your cock rearranging his insides, his cock throbs erratically as you furiously rub him, he cums hard, ropes of thick white cream spurting from his tip covering him in his own seed. He moans loudly, his voice hoarse, body shaking, eyes rolling back, his legs quiver around your waist, gasping as you continue pounding away at him, he looks at you with lust-filled eyes. "Yes... Please... Fill me up... I want your cum..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body coated in a sheen of sweat, mind lost, as he asks so sweetly for your seed, wanting to be marked by you, owned by you.

You feel his inner walls clamping down on your cock, milking you as he still cums. You growl in delight as his tight hole spasms around you. "God, you're so fucking tight," you grunt, continuing to pound into him. "I'm gonna fill you up, you greedy little Buck." His name leaves your lips as you explode inside him, painting his insides with your own hot sticky cum. You can't help yourself, shooting load after load deep inside him. "Fuuuck..."

Your cock twitches and pulses, emptying into him as you bite down on his neck, riding out the orgasm. Alastor's body shakes, his hole spasming around your cock, his body shuddering, clenching his fists and his toes curling. "Oh... oh god, that's it... Fill me up... I want your cum." Alastor whimpers, his voice shaky, mind lost in pleasure, loving the feeling of your hot sticky cum filling him up, marking him as yours. Alastor's body convulses one last time, his cock twitching as the last bit of cum spurts from his tip, coating your hand in his release, he pants heavily, his body covered in sweat and cum, his mind blank. As you finish cumming, riding the high, you give yourself a moment of recovery before gently pulling out of him, your spent cock glistening with cum. "There's a good boy." You roll over so he's on top of you, hands stroking through his hair soothingly.

"You're absolutely amazing Al," You say, raising your head to look at him, smiling softly, giving him a gentle kiss, enjoying the dazed, fucked out look in his eyes, his grin still in place out of habit, but sufficiently deranged looking. "Mmm, you're mine now," you murmur, licking the sweat off his neck, as you wait for him to come back to his senses, "And I always take care of my things." Alastor raises his head to look up at you, throat bobbing as he swallows. "I think I'd rather like that, my Dear... Please do... Keep me." His tail wagging frantically.

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐏𝐭𝟏

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧.

𝐘/𝐧: "𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒?, 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!"

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.

𝐘/𝐧: "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!!"

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭.

𝐘/𝐧: "𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑!!"

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐲.

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫: "𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'�� 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 - 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥/𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰"

𝐘/𝐧: 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒!!!!

𝐘/𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐘/𝐧: "𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎!!!"

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡.

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫: "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭"

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𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

Likes Kissing, hugging, touching and holding Alastor Alastor's ears, tail, eyes, bleats and other parts His job at Shadow-play Speakeasy Hanging out with Ozzie and Fizz Alastor speaking Creole French 1800 - 1900 century clothing Dark academia aesthetics Alastor's mothers recipes Nifftie's puppet shows Alastor's radio shows Singing and dancing Tea with Rosie New Orleans His shadows Drag shows Antiques Cooking Reading Jazz

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 Chaz Susan Mimzy Exosists Heaven Fizz Bots 666 News Technology Hardcore drugs Overlord meetings Arguing with Alastor Vox Tonight program The V’s especially Val Alastor leaving for another 7+ years Alastor not being within ten feet of him

#alastor x oc #alastor x reader #alastor x male reader #radiowings #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel art #hellaverse oc #hazbin original character #hazbin hotel oc #alastor #hazbin alastor

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“Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)”

Art done by @az-roser

#alastor x oc #alastor x reader #alastor x male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #radiowings #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel art #hazbin art #hazbin hotel oc

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theradioshusband · 13 days

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I Love when you draw him looking so soft i just had to make a mood-board

"Eyes are beautiful. Eye contact is dangerous."

Just a little drawing of Human Alastor, the man lives rent free in my head at this point xD

#radiowings

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𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 - 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭

Art done by @Rottincotton

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Tyler Hartfelt 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Loa of Death and Shadow 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Hellborn (Moth Demon) 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Transman 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 400+ physically 35 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Married Alastor 10 years after he died 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Owner of the burlesque club Shadowplay Speakeasy 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Pidge 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Baron Samedi, Lazlo Cravenworths and Lucifer (TV)

Appearance:

Tyler’s appearance resembles that of a death's head moth with sharp angular features. He is somewhat slender, standing 9ft tall with greyish skin and an extra set of arms just above the hips. His hands, forearms and lower legs are a reddish dark brown eventually getting darker towards his hands and then fading back into the grey towards his upper bits. On his face, he has a skull design and pitch-black eyes with no pupils or irises which are only shown when feeling high amounts of certain emotions he has yellowish almost white pupils.

The inside of his mouth is a dark grey with cream almost white sharp teeth lining the top and bottom accompanied by an elongated yellow tongue. He has short dirty blonde hair with two fluffy feather antennae of different browns and yellows. Around his neck and along his chest sits a fluffy boa-like fur consisting of a dark reddish brown and a happy trail on his stomach, Tyler also has two top surgery scars that he loves showing off with pride.

Tyler's genitalia is as one would say unique, instead of just having male parts or female parts he has both well kinda. His genitalia work similar to how lizards and dolphins essentially have a cloaca where it retracts inside and only comes out when turned on or in use.

His wings are similar to Valentino's and how he uses them but with the colour scheme being yellows, blacks and many different browns the same colour palette you would often see on a dead head moth. Tyler's wings are extremely soft to the touch and very fluffy with reddish fur lining the edges and are usually wrapped around his body acting as a type of coat or cloak depending on what outfits he chooses to wear them with.

WIP will update when done but art done by @az-roser

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Tyler's outfits are inspired by the 18th century to the late 19th century and refuses to wear anything else with most of his clothes being custom-made with the help of Rosie over in cannibal town. But he does have Three signature looks that he likes to parade around hell.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 outfit consists of his wing cloak, a once-white now faded cream poet shirt with puffy sleeves, large frills on the front, black lace-up shoes, and dark grey formal pants.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 favourite outfit is dedicated to his husband Alastor with a brooch on his fluff that resembles Alastor's microphone. He wears brown formal pants, a faded black tunic, a dark red striped vest with black buttons adorning each side, and brown formal shoes.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 outfit is a satin dark blue tunic with puffy sleeves, a brown striped vest with black lining, a greyish green scarf accompanied by a black gem, long brown striped pants, and black and white formal shoes.

Art done by @az-roser

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭: The outfits that Tyler wears for his drag shows consist of a mixture of Victorian dresses with a lot of lace and puffy sleeves some showing more skin than the average Victorian style dress would show.

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭: Tyler’s night clothes are quite simple before he met Alastor it would simply be nothing at all, but since then out of respect for Alastor’s old-fashioned ways of decency, he now wears a short cream silk/lace nightgown along with a matching robe. On colder nights and when he gets up to make breakfast Tyler will wear a set of cotton long pants and a burgundy cable knit sweater.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

At first glance, he can seem extremely intimidating but underneath his hard gaze and rigid posture are just all-out golden retriever vibes and love when demons/sinners and humans give him attention or compliments by adding more fuel to the fire of his ego and you will never see his cold, sadistic, downright terrifying side that he is known for.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜: Tyler is the epitome of charm and charisma. He can effortlessly captivate anyone with his smooth words and seductive demeanour.

𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭: Tyler is highly eloquent and sophisticated, adding to his mysterious and alluring aura. He speaks with a rich vocabulary and a confident tone.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭: Behind his charming facade lies a sharp and analytical mind. Tyler is quick-witted and able to adapt to any situation that's given to him by using his words to bite back most of the time otherwise it's his teeth.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Tyler sees himself as a homme fatale and uses his charm and seductive nature to get what he wants mainly using this skill on Valentino and the rest of the V’s to mess around with them.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Despite his manipulative nature towards the V’s, Tyler is fiercely loyal to those he cares about and will go to great lengths to protect his loved ones, especially Alastor.

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

Now looking at the 9ft moth you may expect him to be a hardcore dom when it comes to the bedroom but in reality, it just depends on the partner he's with at the time, since marrying Alastor he fits the criteria of a pleasure dom and sometimes on the rare occasion where Alastor was being an attention seeking brat than he would use a much harder but effective disciplinary method in their sessions or Tyler will sometimes let Alastor take charge but that's very rare.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚: Sex is Tyler's playground, he loves finding out what makes his sexual partners tick and moan by exploring new ways to get them utterly cock drunk. He loves trying out new things and has an endless supply of equipment to try out.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫: Kinky sex, dominance, submission, power play, rigging and other things that seem out the norm during sex, Tyler finds pleasure in the thrill of it all whether that be making his partners squirm from being tied up and edged to the max or showing them who really in charge when it come to the bedroom.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫: Tyler loves focusing more on their partner's pleasure rather than their own pleasure. This means he tends to focus more on giving their partner the pleasure rather than themselves honestly as long as they are enjoying and are sent into a subspace that's all Tyler needs to finish.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜: To be completely honest after meeting Alastor Tyler has become such a romantic when it comes to the bedroom and cares about the emotions and intimacy with Alastor even if he tries to get Tyler to go harder on him it is always filled by sweet words of “I Love You” which Alastor hates.

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

Other than being a loa spirit for the humans up topside he is also an owner of a very successful 1900-themed burlesque club called the Shadowplay Speakeasy which is always hidden and changes location throughout the many alleyways across Hell’s sevens rings but since meeting Alastor he now resides in the Pride ring. The reason for this was to create a place where sinners and hellborns could come for the amazing drinks, music, performances, aesthetics and overall appreciation of how Tyler treats his employees and clients who use Shadowplay as a sanctuary to get away from being exploited and abused by other demons, especially Valentino.

Which is how he would later come to know Angel Dust and eventually take him under his wings. He does a variety of different performances including drag shows on occasion and sometimes performs at Ozzie’s with the King of Lust himself who he is still really good friends with despite being in a friends-with-benefits type relationship in the past and has now become Ozzie’s and Fizz’s number one shipper.

When on the stage he goes either by Lady or Pidge where he gets to show his more feminine side when out on stage but would later take on the name Maman of Shadows as a result of his employees (mainly Angel Dust)

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬:

𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬: Tyler has the ability to conjure and create shadows as the result of being idolised by topside as the Loa of The Shadows and Death and often sees his shadows as friends rather than a means to gain power. Like any parent, Tyler does have favourites among his Shadows with Wybie being his right-hand shadow/personal shadow.

𝐖𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Wybie has been with Tyler from the very start, with him stating that his shadow was created before he came into existence. For a demon's shadow, he has a very cheerful and outgoing personality, especially towards Alastor's shadow Ozul and can be very touchy towards the ones he feels comfortable around and usually tries to flirt with Ozul daily. (Inspiration Aziraphale)

𝐎𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Tyler created Ozul by giving Alastor's shadow life after he had mastered shadow work. Now unlike Wybie Ozul is an exact copy of Alastor but that's just the front he puts up as the result of him being the Radio Demons shadow like all shadows. They look up to their counterparts but he is such a sweetheart deep down that only Tyler and Wybie can bring out when they have their alone time together which Alastor hates. The one thing Ozul and Alastor share in common though is how to show their affection towards Tyler and Wybie, with Alastor not being a very good teacher when it comes to how you show affection towards someone you like and has learnt that to show love is to act defensive towards Wybie but luckily just like Tyler, his shadow knows that it's just a front. (Inspiration Crowley)

He is also able to physically touch and feel the shadows without going straight through their forms like others can and can also sense if someone may have the potential to harness the shadows which is how he first came across Alastor.

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: As a result of being in tune with the shadows, he can create portals with them and use them to travel around the many rings of hell but only if there are shadows. Being the Loa of death he is the watcher of cemeteries up topside and the guardian between the living and the dead meaning he can travel to earth by either altar or a funeral with his vèvè on the tombstone. His vèvè depicts a tomb with a cross and two coffins, symbolising death.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦: Other than English he is also fluent in French and Cajun French because of his ties with New Orleans as a loa spirit and occasionally visited topside during the 1700-1900.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: His demonic form is more skeletal than normal with his body being more sharp and angular in most places making him incredibly lanky, his eyes are pure white showcasing no shine or glint. For height, just like Alastor’s demon form Tyler is incredibly huge standing between 15-16ft. At the corners of his mouth are white stitches that make him smile, showcasing sharp jagged teeth. For his hands, they become longer and sharper like razorblades and if in the close vicinity, you will be able to hear a thousand different voices scream and cry out loud from his many shadows.

𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬: Not to be confused with Valentino's repugnant imitational smoke bullshit Tyler has the ability or rather a skill set as he doesn't consider this a power to use against others since Tyler is a moth demon he can produce pheromones that smell like a mixture of sandalwood, pink pepper and leather musk that can increase there partner's libido while also acting as a type of relaxation if directly smelled from his scent glands.

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲: Tyler is immune to most chemical agents including Valentino's smoke and is unable to be put under his spell.

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠: As a result of having an extra pair of arms Tyler can multitask whether that be holding a glass of wine while he cooks or reading a book while Alastor is lying down on his chest and tracing his back.

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 The perks of being a moth demon is that Tyler can fly although he doesn't use them to. Just like Valentino Tyler can also use his wings to create powerful gusts of wind and other than being an asset when it comes to combat they are also used as a piece of clothing from wearing a long cloak to a coat or shawl Tyler can alternate the style of his wings.

𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 Since being a part of the loa spirits and also practises voodoo Tyler can perform rituals and magic and can conjure objects at will.

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬

Art done by @hurthermore

this was my very first piece of art i had commissioned by the amazing and wonderful @hurthermore and they did so well on it.

#alastor x oc #alastor x reader #alastor x male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #radiowings #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x you #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart

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He is so cute and fluffy in the mornings i had to make a mood-board

Morning Kisses

Alastor x gn!Reader

ღ Itty bitty snip !

ღ a/n: this was originally only a warm-up posted to a discord server but a comment from @theradioshusband made me want to post it as well, so thank him :33

ღ TAGS: sfw, just kisses and fluff

It’s rare to ever wake up before he does, the man seems to either never sleep or a perfectly attuned internal clock for dawn. But there are days like today when you rise from your own slumber with his warm body next to you, even with an arm wrapped protectively around your middle. Alastor has you pressed up against his chest, nose firmly pressed against your neck around your pulse point area, he looked peaceful while he slept, almost innocent with relaxed features with a soft smile.

Slowly and gently, you turned over to face him. You didn’t want to wake him just yet. Wanting to admire the cute sight that you’ve been gifted with. However, once you had made the 180° turn his arms tightened around you and he buried his face into your chest. You had to bite your lip to get a giggle. Not very long ago Alastor himself had protested having shared living spaces, trying to convince you that having independence from one another would be better, except now even when he doesn’t admit it he enjoyed these opportunities to hold you. Show you some affection behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.

The deer demon isn’t much for PDA, public or otherwise. He showed affection in different ways, his own ways. But there came reserved moments like these where he indulged you, and himself, in sweet touches and whispered nothings. The moments you could live in your own bubble together and ironically made your own little piece of heaven here in hell. You could stay like this forever if you could, but alas, there are duties and responsibilities that you know Alastor is nothing less than punctual to.

With a gentle hand, you run your fingers through his currently messy red hair. Your nails traced the back of his ears making them unconsciously twitch. It’s then you hear a soft groan.

“Good morning, deerling,” you whisper, leaning down to deliver soft kisses to his cheek. This is your favorite way to wake him up; peppering him with kisses while he’s still sleepy enough to not stop you from smothering him. “You were slow to rise today,” chuckling lowly your lips travel down to his to peck him, “You have to get up.”

Alastor blinked the sleep out of his eyes searching for the clock. “Good morning, darling,” the low reverb of his morning voice seemed to echo in your own chest. His radio filter is usually off until he’s fully awake. A little treat you learned about when you started waking up with him. “Seems I’ve overslept today. You’re getting me into bad habits.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that it made you giggle. “What do I have to do you waking up late?” you brush a stray strand of hair from his face, “It’s not my fault I’m comfortable to sleep with, silly.”

And yet despite his remark, he still hasn’t unwrapped from you. Alastor wasn’t that complicated of a creature, one just needed to learn to read him. He’s used to hiding or lying about his own emotions, it came as natural as breathing and that included his feelings about you. It took a lot of effort to get him to his point but there was still a lot of work to do in the spoken honesty department. For now, you didn’t quite mind it.

He hummed dismissively at your words pulling you into an actual kiss. Tender, warm. A gentleness he’s reserved for you and you alone. It’s slow, with purpose and his hand is now cradling your cheek. His thumb caresses the skin of your face, the very tip of his talon gracing it sending a shiver down your back. But the kiss doesn’t deepen or become heated. It stays just as it is; innocent and soft. The kind of kiss that has you smiling against his lips and don’t want to pull away until you need air.

“Simply starting the day off the right way, dear.” And with a last kiss to your forehead, he untangles himself from you to get out of bed. You almost want to groan at the loss of contact but you know there wouldn’t be any convincing him to stay q little longer. He already woke up “late” by his standards. So instead you watch him as he dresses and fixes himself up in his usual dapper attire ready to go about the hotel as per usual.

“You can sleep in here longer if you wish, sweetheart. It’s still pretty early for you,” he offered coming up to the foot of the bed, his hand coming to rest atop your head, patting you. “But don’t sleep for too long. It’s not good for you to be in bed for so long.”

With that, he vanishes into the void. Not without his shadow lingering behind for a second longer, he grabbed the shadow of your hand that dangled off the edge of the bed kissing your knuckles before also scurrying away. You giggled to yourself thinking, progress.

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word dividers were done by ME with @ cafekitsune template — do not steal and give proper credit if you take it.

#radiowings

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theradioshusband · 25 days

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

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So I request there be more Alastor x Male readers and my wish came true thanks to the lovely @home-for-wayward-fawns who did an amazing job at capturing my character so go and give them lots of love and check out there story called A Mothers Devotion.

The problem with Alastor was that he was beautiful and he knew it; Alastor did not need to ask, nor beg, because he knew, deep down, that he would achieve what he desired eventually. If he waited you out, if he arched his body in the right way and made the right noises, he would attain those desires.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

You could always tell when he was having one of those days. Alastor had always made it a point to rise from the world of slumber before you; usually up and dressed before you had even recognised that a new day had begun— but not on days like today. On days like today, he’d remain asleep in your embrace, allowing you to awaken to the feeling of him squirming in your arms. He’d allow you to kiss down his back while he pressed his posterior flush against your hardening cock, all before announcing it was really time to be up!

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺.

You’d known then, he was playing that little game of his, expecting that you play along lest he have a tantrum. He’d dress himself slowly, never giving you the satisfaction of looking at you, but you’d know he was expecting you to watch him appreciatively, and you would. Not necessarily because it was what he wanted— despite you always giving him what he desired— but rather because it was impossible to look away. He was just divinely beautiful, and he knew it.

Breakfast would be an entire ordeal because no matter what you did, you obviously were not paying enough attention to him. You were not to talk to others at breakfast; you were not to touch others at breakfast, because all of your attention was to be on him and him alone. Somedays you’d deny him his insane demands, because they were simply that: insane. But not today; today you kept your eyes trained on him, trained on his sharp teeth as he tore through his breakfast. He’d tilt his neck in that way; the way that said that tonight he wanted you to break him, but not yet.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩.

He wasn’t beautiful in the way some of your previous lovers were; pretty little things that crawled on the floor for your attention. Small things, cute things, creatures that were designed to be on their knees; no, Alastor was beautiful in a completely different way. He was beautiful in that he was raw; he was a wild animal that couldn’t be caged, should never be caged, but when he chose to sit on his knees for you because he wanted to, nothing could ever compare.

You attempted to get work done in the office you shared with Charlie. She had wonderful ideas— lovely ideas, really— but none of them were particularly financially conscious. She was so used to Daddy’s support that she didn’t always think to remember that when running a business, there were limitations. You were trying to help her sort these finances out, but Alastor craved attention. He’d come to stand behind you to peer down at what you were reading.

“This looks terribly dull, dear.” He’d informed you, and he wasn’t wrong. It was incredibly dull, but sometimes dull was necessary. You wouldn’t try to convince him of that though, not only because it simply wouldn’t work, but because his hands had found their way up to your shoulders. Squeezing at the tense muscles, pulling at it to loosen his canvas. He liked to hear your little moans and groans, and so you let him, if only he’d continue. “I’d hate to take you away from your work. I know how important it is to keep to one’s responsibilities,” He’d purr in your ear, and just like that, he was gone with a wisp of shadows again.

Perhaps the worst torment of all was his bloody shadow. The thing followed you throughout the day; just because he wanted to pretend this wasn’t about him wanting attention, didn't mean his shadow was playing along. The creature would follow you wherever you went, and as soon as you found a place to relax it would situate itself on its knees, almost mocking you. Some days you wondered if Alastor did it on purpose, enticing the shadow to show what Alastor wanted but refused to act upon.

Somehow you made it through the day, made it through the entire day without choking him whilst he danced around you, quite happy with his little game.

As soon as night fell, you escorted him back to the entry of the room you shared, pinning him against it without a second thought. He was laughing— giggling almost— with glee, joy and mischief. He had won, and you lost, and that was exactly how he liked his games to go.

You had let him win every time though, you’d let him win for an eternity if he kept laughing just like that. It was a beautiful sound, a sound so few had the pleasure of hearing, and you would play his games for the rest of your existence if he continued to give it to you. Pushing him into the room, you pulled at his clothes, the clothes he always wore that were far too many layers for your liking. You kissed every uncovered scar that was revealed, old and new, all while he reached up to run his hands through your hair, tugging tightly.

𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

“So impatient.” He purred underneath you as you manhandled him onto the bed.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.

You stripped quickly, eager to have your hands back on his beautiful, scarred body as he watched you hungrily whilst you undressed. It never took you half as long to get rid of your own clothes as it did to get rid of his; the man, again, was always wearing far too many layers.

Kneeling on the bed beside him, you pressed kisses down his neck and his chest, forcing him to evoke soft little bleating sounds while he pressed his ears against the base of his skull. He, personally, hated the sounds that echoed through his larynx as you tickled his skin, but you were obsessed with those sounds, and sometimes, on a good day, he’d let you hear them without hesitation. Kissing down his happy trail, you enjoyed his trembling body that laid beneath yours.

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

Taking his cock into your mouth slowly, he let out a deep groan as he called out your name, the pretty tone of his voice escaping the muscle of his tongue. Slowly, you began to take him deeper into the depths of your mouth, holding down his hips with such force he couldn’t thrust himself into the wetness of your cavern forcing him to groan in frustration.

This was your favourite part of the game. He'd had his fun, so now it was your turn. Echoing a whine, Alastor attempted to fight you weakly, allowing you to swirl your tongue around his cock while he rumbled out the most beautiful of sounds. You continued to play with him, to enjoy his writhing form beneath you, until he’d finally beg. “Please.” He’d beg so prettily, prettier than one would think, could even believe was possible to come out of a creature such as he.

You’d allow him the pleasure of releasing his hips, permitting him to grab onto your hair to force his cock down your throat. He thrust into you like a wild animal, chasing for that high he sought out oh so desperately and you let him. He made the most beautiful noises, using your throat for his pleasure as his body shook in the most delicious of ways when you looked up at him with your eyes full of unushered tears, fighting to breathe through your nose.

That was what did him in, what always did him in; you choking on his thickened cock. “Mine,” He growled as you gently ran your palm up and down his wounded thighs, reminding him you were here for him. He pushed the top of your head down, forcing your nose to tickle the base of his pelvis bone before thrusting up, letting out a guttural groan as he released his peak down the innards of your oesophagus. Drinking it all up— just as you always did— you were eager to consume all of him before his clawed talons would release you; allowing you to look up at him, the most beautiful creature in the world. He covered his pretty face with his hands, hiding from you, and you would allow him to, for now; only because you weren’t done with him yet. You pushed the bottom of his thighs up before placing your lips against them repeatedly. “No more.” He’d whine on deaf ears as you ignored him.

Whispering sweet praises into his skin, because he needed to hear them, because he was more insecure than he’d ever let people know; you licked against his hole, forcing a gasp to escape his pretty lips as he reached up to pull at his own hair; you couldn’t help but chuckle.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

You told him to beg for you, to never stop begging for you, and he made good on his promise. “Don’t stop; never stop; touch me.” It was a compliment from the Radio Demon, to be begged to touch him, to invade his personal barriers when so few could, and you would never let him down. Pushing your tongue inside him, you wiggled the muscle deep inside him as his hips naturally gyrated down onto your face. He was beautiful, perfect, and smelled intoxicating.

Prying his ass cheeks further apart, eager to explore him deeper while he moaned. You pulled away, looking up to see his flushed face and blown-out eyes. Giving him a knowing look, you told him, relayed to him that he was beautiful, a specimen like no other, but you knew deep down that he didn’t believe a word that left your lips— not truly.

Climbing on top of him, you pressed a singular finger against his now-wet hole before placing your lips against his own. His sharp teeth scraping against the kiss as his overwhelmed innards forced him to crave to hurt you; and you permitted him to do as such, because of his undoubtful beauty. Groaning as his sharpened teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he drew blood from your pierced skin, moaning so pretty at the taste of your natural essence.

Rocking his hips into your finger, his claws scratched with depth down your back, forcing you to hiss in pain. “I’m not some delicate damsel; give me more.” He demanded, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Adding another finger, you stretched him slowly before adding a third, forcing him to scream out in pain, throwing his head back in the process before moaning out in pleasure. You knew he wanted you to hurt him more, but he wouldn’t be happy if he lost the ability to walk tomorrow. “You’re a whore.” He spat, but you know he didn’t mean such a sentence.

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭; 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩.

“I hate you.” He spat, and you tried not to laugh.

Pulling your fingers out, he uttered a breaking and displeased moan, almost in a whimper. “I still love you.” You told him.

Gripping your cock, you pressed the head of your length against his entrance before pushing forward, forcing him to let out a mixture of pleasure and pain in a scream whilst his legs wrapped around your waist. “You love me?” He asked, his claws raking down your back before you nodded your head, struggling to concentrate on his words as you continued to push yourself into him inch by inch. Sitting up, he reached for you with desperate hands, digging his claws into your back so he could breathe into your ear. “Then fuck me.” He snarled.

It was as if he had released the beast out of the cage. Pinning his arms to the bed, you began to thrust wildly, forcing him to shout, to scream in that wonderful tone of his. Keeping his legs wrapped around your waist, meeting your thrusts with an angry passion; you finally found it; that perfect spot deep inside him that turned him into a mess. His entire body shook in routine as you hit it over and over again, his legs becoming shaky as he begged for more incoherently.

Releasing his arms, you grabbed the sharp features of his face before pressing a harsh kiss against his lips. Groaning into your mouth, he reached up to wrap his fingers around the back of your head, pulling you in closer. “I’m in love with you,” You whisper against his lips, breaking him in the process.

“Please,” he begged, so prettily, “I need more.” You reached down to grip his heavy cock; the phallic organ pulsing in your hand as you began to slowly stroke him softly, echoing beautiful whimpers and whines out of him, his posterior clenching down on your own thick cock.

“Cum for me, love.” You commanded, evoking a groan from him as he thrust up into your grip; his cum spurting all over your hand.

Rolling his eyes back, he collapsed into the bed. His body bounced off the mattress as his claws retracted so his arms can fall along with him; a sight that was so fucking beautiful; it sent you over the edge.

Grabbing his hips, you harshly thrust forward to cum as far and as deep as you can, forcing every part of his innards to be painted white with your heavy load.

“Maybe I love you a little bit.” He whispered into your chest as you collapsed on top of him, only for you to grunt in response. “And if you tell anyone, I’ll fucking gut you.” You chuckled before rolling off of him, pulling him on top of you, forcing him to sit still on your cock.

“I don’t care if you love me or if you don’t; I love you.” You spoke honestly with him, evoking a sigh to splutter through his throat before rolling his hips back onto your cock gently, a much softer ride as he lulled through post-orgasm bliss.

After he was done with you, you’d give him a bath; before you laid in the comfort of your bed together, but for now, you’d let him have this. The threat looms high over your heads, the angels are coming and there’s not a lot you can do to protect him. You wonder how far you’d go to keep him like this, your beautiful buck with his cruel words and haughty expression.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴.

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Alastor didn’t get on his knees for anyone. But his beloved wasn’t anyone. His husband was the exception to all of his rules. The only times he allowed himself to break his exhaustingly controlled image was when alone with Tyler.

So when Tyler told him to kneel, Alastor dropped. When Tyler told him to open his mouth, Alastor’s lips parted. When Tyler told him to lick, Alastor’s tongue reached out.

His tail was flitting side to side when he could elicit a moan from his darling. Not thinking, his hand pawed at his clothed erection, already leaking through his pants.

“Happy?” Tyler cooed. Alastor moaned in response, but that wasn’t what his husband wanted, “Tell me you’re happy.”

When Alastor tried to pull his mouth off of Tyler’s cock, Tyler’s long fingers gripped his hair, “No No, darling. I didn’t say stop.”

Drool fell from Alastor’s mouth as he tried to choke out the word ‘happy’ while stuffed.

Tyler petted him lovingly, clawed fingers scratching up the short fuzz of his undercut. A weak spot he knew well.

“I’ve got an envie to see you ride. Slip out of your pants, dear, and start preparing yourself?” Tyler’s words were soft, Alastor pulsing under his hand. Happily.

His hand slid back, eager fingers meeting his hungry hole. He worked himself open and pliable for his husband while his mouth kept busy. Alastor needed the calm that settled over him when he felt himself full of all the pleasures love provided.

When Tyler reclined on the chaise lounge of his office, cock glistening and wet for him, Alastor took a moment to enjoy the view.

“Pretty as a picture. What a lucky sinner I am.” Alastor got to his feet just to climb up and settle back onto his knees as he straddled Tyler.

As his body slowed, taking his lover’s cock in with shaky thighs, Tyler let the lower set of his hands slide down the smaller man’s torso, “You act like a quivering virgin. You were bent over that desk just yesterday.”

“Yes yes, it’s easy to talk when you aren’t impaling yourself.”

Something a kin to a purr, a squeaky chitter from Tyler, “You look beautiful regardless of position. I do enjoy this view, though.” He gently tugged at Alastor’s entrance as he stretched and squeezed around him. “Better than any show I’ve had grace my stage. By a mile.”

Alastor’s cheeks heated with an entirely unappreciated blush, “Stop.”

“Don’t get honte now, not when you’re opened up so wide for me.” Tyler finally gripped onto Alastor’s leaking member with his last free hand, head red and needy for touch. As Alastor bottomed out he took a second to let the burn subside. Tyler massaged little circles into his inner thighs as a gentle counter to the tight stroking his other hand was giving. Alastor was grateful for the two sets of arms his dear possessed, he could be showered with caresses that brought him into a shallow state of overstimulation easily.

Leaning forward Alastor’s nails gripped his husband’s shoulder. He let his eyes stare into the black mirror of Tyler’s gaze. How could he express such love and want with just inky darkness? How could Alastor see his own reflection and yet not recognize the man he became when allowed the safety Tyler provided?

He began to move, not breaking that eye contact. Only an inch or so at a time as his body was adjusting still, Alastor’s sighs began to melt into moans. Soon enough he was bouncing on Tyler’s lap, his own cock smacking in his stomach with the force. Tyler released his hands on those thin hips to grab at Alastor’s ears. He rubbed at the velveteen and sensitive appendages, Alastor’s dick leaking a milky clear precum in direct response to the touch.

His husband always knew just where to touch him to make him fall apart. With a shiver down his skull and spine that shut off the electricity to his legs he dropped entirely. A shared groan mingled in the air between them. Tyler bit his lip, sharp teeth cutting into the grey flesh of his chin.

“Need a hand, my love?” The cock of Tyler’s brow hinted at the double meaning, “You did so good for me already.”

Alastor let himself be placed onto the sofa, cock never leaving. As Tyler bent over him, Alastor was reminded how much shorter he was than the death head moth demon. He couldn’t see his husband’s face in this position unless Tyler curved his back sharply. Luckily, he was always happy to do so, capturing Alastor’s mouth with his. The kiss smothered Alastor’s cries as Tyler began to fuck him in earnest.

He broke the kiss, “Touching my ears was cheating, dear. I could’ve — nnngh,” His teeth clenched as sparks flew behind his vision, “There. Fuck.”

Two hands on either side of his head, one on his chin to pull him back into the kiss, and that blessed fourth milking his cock in time with the well aimed thrusts of Tyler’s hips.

As he came over his lover’s dark mahogany fingers, Alastor looked up to watch the orgasm taking over Tyler’s face.

There in the darkness of his eyes was that ghostly and dirty white glow so rarely shown by Tyler. Fleeting but leaving an impact on Alastor’s ego. Alastor’s head fell back, eyes looking past Tyler’s shoulder to watch his hauntingly painted wings unfurl and flap roughly, trying to add force behind his press into Alastor’s body Instincts driving him to bury his release as deep as possible.

He leaned back, hips rutting mindlessly still as he came down from his orgasm. A soft chuckle, eyes scanning over Alastor’s sweaty and cum painted body, “You look blissed out, Alastor.”

“Of course. Marital bliss, my dear.”

Notes: Envie [ah(n)-vee] A longing or hunger to do or eat something. Other Southerners might use the word ‘hankering’ where a Cajun would use ‘envie.’ “I’ve got an envie for some boudin.” Honte [hont]: Embarrassed or ashamed. “I drank too much and fell into the bayou. Boy, was I honte!”

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This is just a chapter about the different rings in hell for world-building also I got most of it off of the Hazbin WIki and just added a few of my own wording but full credit goes to the wiki writer - Cannibals Creations

Our story begins in Hell, the realm of eternal torment and suffering created by Lucifer and Lillith as punishment for disobeying Heaven’s rules, where the damned souls of the wicked are sent to pay for their sins for all eternity but for the Hellborn’s it was just another day of life. Hell is divided into seven different districts called rings each with varying different skies and representing the 7 deadly sins.

The highest, largest, and most populated and diverse ring is Pride with its red colour sky. It contains all of Hell’s sinner population and Hell-borns including the Overlords who govern over the lands. Due to being the highest ring, it is also the closest to Heaven which can be viewed in Pride's skyline. Unlike the other rings, Pride also has different sections, known as the Nine Circles. were the Magne family rules, with Lucifer Magne and Lilith Magne ruling over the entirety of Hell. due to Pride’s overpopulation of sinners every year, they would send down an army to exterminate them, to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

The second ring is Wrath with its orange colour sky. The ring has a volcanic, desert, and rural landscape. Much of the Wrath Ring's inhabitants rely on agriculture for their livelihood, thus most of Hell's food supply is produced in the Wrath Ring. Unlike the other rings, Wrath lacks a proper ruler, and thus, many of the demons within vie for the position of de-facto ruler, which leads to the ring being devastated by the never-ending war, making this the most lawless ring in all of Hell. The majority of Wrath is populated by imps.

The third ring with its yellow coloured skies and its rectangular beehive pattern you have Gluttony. Regarded as the "party central" of Hell, the Gluttony Ring is dominated by restaurants and dance clubs and has a beach and food motif with many of the locations within barring resemblance to food. The ring also has many tropical landscapes, as well as jungles. The majority of Gluttony's native population consists of insectoid demons and Hellhound. With its ruler being the queen bee herself Bee-lzebub.

The fourth ring is Greed with its sky mainly being a pale or dark green colour due to the severe pollution that occurs within the ring. The Greed Ring is the centre of all crime in Hell and distributes much of Hell's material possessions, such as vehicles and jewellery. The ring is home to many clown or jester demons and is famous for its abundance of casinos, carnivals, and other similar businesses. The king of this ring is Mammon.

For the fifth ring with its dark blue colour sky, you have Lust which consists mainly of flashy strip clubs or hotels, It is almost always raining in the Lust Ring due to waters from the Greed Ring's oceans spilling into the ring below. The majority of Lust's native population are succubi and incubi. With Asmodeus being this rings king, he is also the owner of the dinner theatre restaurant Ozzie’s, as well as a factory for producing all manner of sex toys, where he works with his boyfriend and business partner Fizzarolli.

For the sixth ring, you have Envy with its Purple sky. An opulent and oceanic ring home to many of Hell's sea demons such as sharks, merfolk, sirens, and various sea creatures. The ring was originally ruled by Leviathan Von Eldritch until he established a family, who ruled the ring as a whole. Following the death of King Leviathan Von Eldritch and the exile of Prince Seviathan and Princess Hellsa Von Eldritch from Envy by Queen Bethesda Von Eldritch, she became the only and current ruler of Envy.

At number seven you have Sloth where the "sky" is a primarily pink color. It is where the majority of Hell's technology and medical supplies are produced, and is the most technologically advanced ring in all of Hell. The ring is viewed as a popular vacation spot and where most of Hell's retired demons reside, due to its reputation for luxury and convenience. Many wealthy demons, such as the Ars Gotias, also have a large presence in this ring. The native population of the Sloth Ring formerly consisted mainly of Hellhounds, although this title eventually changed to Baphomet demons once Sloth's oppressive laws against Hellhounds were enforced. The king of this ring is Belphegor. Due to the King of Sloth's death and the fall of Belph-Tech, the ring is currently without a ruler and has been effectively taken over by the Hellhound resistance.

But amidst the writhing souls and the cacophony of screams resides Tyler a hell-born known as the Loa of Death and Shadows and his story on how he would not just be known for his shadows but also for marring a certain Radio Star.

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