Hazbin hotel one shots

alastor- tis the season🧨

this contains rut/heat

buckle up its a long one
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"My dear!" Alastor exclaimed towards you, who was at the bar, conversing with Husk. Your attention changed so that Alastor had it fully, which made Husk roll his eyes and chug a drink down. "Mon amour! How are you this hellish evening? I haven't seen you all day."
"Ah, yes well," Alastor tugged on his coat, his grin somewhat strained. It wasn't obvious for the majority of the others, but it was to his wife. "Just some irritating demons on the streets, is all; nothing to worry about."
You narrowed your eyes. "Alastor, I know what that face means."
He raised a curious brow. "Do you, now?"
"Mhm." You sipped the last of your champagne, and thanked Husk for the drink, earning a nod from him. "It means you're horny."
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"What? Noo!" Alastor attempted to brush off, his eyebrows stitched with disbelief. "You know how I am about anything sexual, dear. I-" "Yes, yes, it's not really your thing; we all know that. However," light flickered through your gaze as you bore into

Alastor's eyes. "That doesn't mean you can't escape that month you hate so much."
Alastor remained quiet, his eye twitching. You shrugged. "I mean, hey, if you want to wait it out, suit yourself. People will ask where you've gone, and you don't want them to give in to curiosity, do you?"
He hesitated before grunting, grabbing your wrist, causing you to yelp. "Fine."
As your giggles of amusement echoed in the halls, Charlie tilted her head. "What's he going to do to her? Oh, no, I hope it isn't anything horrible...
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Angeldust snorted, swirling his pink cocktail before sipping. "Nah, he's probably gonna fuck'er."
"What!?"
"Angeldust!" Vaggie exclaimed, causing the spider demon to look at her in surprise. "What?
You saw the way he looked at her, plus the way she was teasin. I thought it was obvious."
Cherri bomb grinned. "No shit they're gonna fuck. But it's kinda weird, don't cha think? The edgelord finally wants to bang someone."
Charlie thought about it. "Well, they are married."

"Wait, they're fuckin' what now?"
"Wow, is this month that tough you gotta drag me to your room, Alastor?" You teased, causing him to groan. "You don't even want to know how much I had to endure for the past couple of days." He replied.
Your brows furrowed. "Honey, if it was hurting you, you could've asked me way sooner. You know I would've been more than happy to help you."
Alastor laughed, locking his door, and whisking the swamp side of his room away to not let anything disturb them. "Of course, you would've been, darling; you're always so willing to help.
Speaking of which, would you be a doll and soundproof the area?"
You cocked an eyebrow, obliging nonetheless.
With a flick of your wrist, blue wisps coated his bedroom, leaving some sort of shiny residue scattered in the room. "Oh, I didn't realize it was going to be a rough night for the both of us.."
"Oh, shut it." Alastor mumbled before walking towards you. He crashed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks with fervor and slight desperation. You let out a noise of surprise before giggling and allowing your husband to do whatever he needed to do. You snaked your arms

around Alastor's neck, scratching the base of his ears, just how he liked it.
He let out a soft sigh of bliss, his steps making the both of them stumble onto the bed, with him on top of your. Before, Alastor normally just locked himself somewhere private, usually his radio tower, until this stupid cycle wore off. But now that his wife, his technical mate, was right where he was currently residing, it was way more difficult than it was before to be cooped up.
He had attempted to take matters into his own hands, both literally and figuratively, and the only thing it gave him was sheer shame and embarrassment, so he had stopped trying. So, to have you below him was such a relief.
And yet, he wanted more. He needed more.
He needed to taste you, and mark you, and show every single demon that came your way that you were his wife. No one else's.
Alastor pulled back from the kiss, planting small yet precise marks on your jaw, causing you to softly moan so quietly it riled him up even more.
He tried his best to keep his composure calm, to hold himself back. But he truly couldn't with how foggy his mind made everything become. Alastor sunk his teeth into your neck, right below your pulse