Hazbin hotel one shots

alastor- Devour🧨

Pairing: Alastor x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Thoughts of cannibalism/violence, affection, light smut, oral female receiving, Minors DNI or do i wont tell🤫.

word count: 668

Alastor wanted to devour you. Every part of your soul. He wanted your flesh dripping from his mouth, and snared in his teeth. He wanted the taste of you to linger on his tongue for weeks, and randomly flood his mouth again. Deep down, he knew he would regret it instantly, but there was something about tearing into your body that called to him. He knew it was that he loved you, and this was the only way he could rationalize that feeling. How could anyone ever look at you, or harm you, if you were forever part of him? How could you ever turn your back to him, or leave him, if your flesh was made one with his?

Alastor could not take part of your flesh like that. He wanted you by his side, even if some small part of him didn't. He wanted to be able to see your smile, and hear your laughter, and so he had to deny that desire. So he made the two of you one in another way.

His tongue flattened against your slit, teeth grazing against the soft skin. His claws pressed against the meat of your thighs, keeping them open for him. Alastor's ears twitched at the soft sighs and pants that left your throat. Your hands twitched, one was pulling at his hair, soft tugs when he made your body jolt with pleasure.

Alastor loved the feeling of control he got when he touched you like this. He also felt so close to you. That possessive heat that curled low in his belly filled him to the brim when your legs spread for him. The soft cries of his name, and the way your cunt squeezed his fingers tightly. Every little thing was just for him, and it left him nearly dizzy. And how you tasted. It was something he would miss if you were gone, and thus he quelled that need.

His tongue flicked your clit, and your thighs pushed against his hands. "Calm, dearest. I'll get you there. Just enjoy this," he whispered, and you could only whimper in response. He loved taking his time with you. You got so desperate, and it made his cock twitch.

Alastor lifted your thighs, letting your knees come over his shoulders, and he kneeled on the bed. His shifted the two of you back, and folded you in half. Like this, he could see the frenzied desperation on your face as he pressed his tongue into you.

Your breath came in wild pants as he pressed his long tongue into you, curling the muscle tight.

"Alastor... Please," you begged, your voice barely audible. Your eyelids fluttered as he twisted his tongue about. One of his hands pressed against your navel, your warm thighs touching the top of his hand. The pressure, along with the way he flicked his tongue, and pushed it deeper inside you, sent your soft walls fluttering.

You were so close, and he could feel it. He wanted it all to himself.

"Come for me, mon chere."

Your body pulls taut under him, and he watches with deep satisfaction at the way your face contorts.

What a wonderful sight you always made. He would never grow tired of it. It was the way you sighed, and the way your soft body went lax after an orgasm. It was the way you lazily smiled up at him, and the way your soft hands stroked his face. It was the small kisses, and the quiet sighs as he found home in you. These were some of the reasons he fought the desire to tear your beautiful body and soul to pieces.

Alastor would never truly understand how he felt, but he knew that he wanted you beside him, even if it meant he would remain longing for something he couldn't have for the rest of eternity.