Unfiltered Static ( Alastor Oneshots)

Petty Revenge

Alastor X Reader
(Content Advisory/Warning ⚠️: smut, choking kink, ✨pettiness✨)
My own idea

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"Y/n?" Alastor wondered. Bewildered and concerned to see you at his doorstep so late at night. "Are you alright?"

Your eyes looked a little glossy and puffy. Some of your mascara was smudged a little, but you managed to clean it up a little with your thumbs before he answered the door. In the dark, it was hard to tell you had been crying. But the moment your voice spoke up he knew right away.

"Can I come in? Please...?" You asked.

Alastor and you became friends not too long after you had came to hell. Good friends, in fact. It wasn't uncommon for one of you to stop by the other's abode and say hello or to spend time together doing satan knows what. But since you two had bonded Alastor had been a very good friend to you, you were quite fond of each other.

You were hesitant to admit it but you had a crush on him for as long as you had known him. But really, who didn't?

Hell was full of demons who feared him but there was a plethora of those who would give their right arm just to jump his bones. He had always made it abundantly clear he cared not for those who practically threw themselves at him (although he did enjoy having quite a fanbase).

Because you didn't want to make him uncomfortable or be discarded, you never told him about the feelings you harbored for him. Instead you carried on as normal, hoping that maybe you'd find somebody else. You had even had a few, semi-serious relationships with other demons too. But none of them lasted, needless to say.

There was a lot of fish in the sea but the water was fucking polluted; and every time things went bad you always came crying to Alastor.

"Come on in, sweetheart." He sighed. Rolling his eyes gently as you moved passed him and entered his house. "Make yourself at home."

"I'm sorry, I know it's late but I had no where else to go..." you explained. Setting your bag down and sitting on his sofa as he sauntered in after you.

"Hush." He said. Walking over to his gramophone and putting on one of his records at a low volume for some background noise. "You know you're always welcome here. Don't apologize."

You huffed with a nod before holding your head in your hands, in some feeble attempt to try and soothe your anxious and angry mind. You felt a shift in the cushion as Alastor sat down next to you. Looking back up you saw he had summed a bottle of brandy and two glasses on the coffee table, and poured a hefty amount in a glass before handing it over to you.

"Here," he offered.

"Thanks." You murmured, taking the glass from him and gulping down a hefty swig. The bitter liquid burning your mouth and throat as you slugged it down.

"Care to tell me what's troubling you?" He asked.

You nodded, but before you could get the words out to explain a soft cry escaped from your throat as you lowered your head in your hand again.

"Hey, darling, come on now." He hummed. Taking the glass from your other hand and placing it back on the table as he inched closer to console you. "Who do I need to teach a lesson to, hm?"

"It's Logan..." you sniffled. Wiping the tears from your face once more as you gathered your own composure.

He clicked his tongue and cocked his head to the side. "But I thought things were going well between you two! What happened, sweetheart?"