More than anything (Alastor X Reader)

His Story

A/N: Smut, domestic violence, and some self harm are mentioned in this chapter. Please skip if these may not be something you'd like to hear today.
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"You lost." Alastor said as he locked the door behind you.

"Do you have any idea what your hands were doing to me down there? As soon as you looked away they sped up and didn't stop until 2 minutes ago!" You tried to explain away your behavior but he wasn't having any of that.

"I told you the rules when we started. You could've tried to make me lose." He raised his eyebrow at you as he walked towards your bed.

"Seemed like Lucifer was only a few seconds away from making you scream." You were now ready to talk back and fight for your victory. Al's eyes switched between his regular eyes to radio dials. The radio static became deafening.

"Are you sure you want to talk like that before you find out what the winner has chosen?" He turned away from you to regain his composure.

"Do your worst." You grinned at his back, knowing exactly what he was planning on doing.

"Well then. As the winner of our game, I request that you sit there."

"What? That's it?" You were puzzled by this and you couldn't help but snicker a little bit at his choice.

"You didn't let me finish. And neither will you." He said as he pushed you down on your bed. His hand next to your face and his knees held you down at your hips.

"I know you didn't get to finish yet. I know that you were so close down there. Weren't you?" You could feel his breath against your face again. The irresistible urge for his scotch taste filled inside of you again.

"I was. I was almost there when-" he put his finger in front of your mouth.

"When I ask you a question, I should hear a yes or no sir. Do you understand?" He hissed as he spoke now.

"Yes sir." You said as your tried to spread your legs to indicate the desire you felt.

"Well let's get you there again. Shall we."

"Yes ss-sir. Please." You begged as his torso fell in between your legs. He lowered his head where your legs separated. Your soaked underwear were still on but he used his claws to rip them in half at the waist, drawing a little blood from your stomach. His hands worked down to your folds. Circling your clit just as before. You were already so worked up, you couldn't help but moan to his touch. You felt his body lower, slowly moving his hands away from your clit to your hips. His head lowered and his mouth opened on your pussy.

"Oh fuck!" You screamed as his tongue flipped in circles. He paused in between breathes to softly suck on your hole, pushing his tongue inside every so often. It wasn't long before you felt your end approaching. Your legs tightened and your hands gripped the sheets, pulling up with as much force as you could, ripping them in the process. Alastor could tell from your movements that you were about to release. Just as the feelings were about to release. He pulled away.

"No. No. No NO. PLEASE!" You shouted. You tried to press your knees together but he held them apart.

"I had a lot of fun playing this game darling. Maybe we can do it again sometime." He finally released your hips and knees.
"Let me know when you want to play."
He winked at you as he melted into his shadow and left you in your shaking state.

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"Get up bitch. You have a show to do." The voice was familiar, dark and raspy. You felt a hand grab your shoulder and pull you to your feet. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake. When your vision focused, you freezed. You weren't in your room, the hotel, or even Hell. You were back in the dingy break room of the club you used to work at. Your hair was shorter, you were shorter. Your hands were no longer claws. You were... alive. You stood up to look in the mirror and sure as shit, it was the old you. Logan walked back in.