Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 1 - Power Play (Charlie/Alastor)

Charlie's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her hands gripping the sides of the ornate chair so tightly her knuckles had gone white. The weight of Alastor's presence bore down on her like a physical force, his shadow looming large, tendrils of crimson magic swirling in the air around them. She had agreed to this. She had agreed to this.

And now, there was no going back.

"Do you understand now, my dear?" Alastor's voice was a low purr, a lilting sing-song that danced through the room, curling around her like smoke. He circled her, his fingers trailing the edge of her cheek with an almost casual cruelty. "You signed the deal. You gave me control, and now..." He crouched beside her, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. "I intend to take what's mine."

Charlie tried to pull her gaze from his but found it impossible. Those glowing red eyes held her captive. She hated how weak she felt in his presence, how the mere sound of his voice made her body react in ways she didn't want to admit. Her kingdom had always been her responsibility—her father's kingdom—but this... this was something darker, something primal.

"You know you can't break the deal," Alastor continued, his voice like velvet, soft and deadly. "You belong to me now, princess."

His hand ghosted over her collarbone, and Charlie shivered despite herself, her breath hitching. The thin straps of her dress slipped slightly from her shoulders under his touch, baring more skin to the cool air of the room. It was deliberate, slow—like he wanted her to feel every second of her submission.

"I..." Charlie swallowed, her throat dry. She had thought she was prepared for this, but standing here, with Alastor's magic thrumming through the air like static, she realized how foolish that had been. "I didn't realize—"

"Ah, but now you do." Alastor's smile widened, showing too many teeth. "Isn't it more fun this way, my dear? The thrill of uncertainty, the knowledge that I can do anything I please with you?"

Charlie's heart pounded, and her thighs clenched together instinctively. The sheer power of Alastor's voice alone seemed to have a hold over her body, like an enchantment she couldn't break free from. His fingers pressed lightly against her jaw, tilting her head back so she had no choice but to meet his gaze once more.

"Tell me, princess," he murmured, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches from hers. "What does it feel like to be at my mercy?"

Her pulse raced, her mind clouded. She wanted to fight it, to push him away, to resist the suffocating control he held over her—but instead, her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his fingers trailed down her throat, tracing the curve of her collarbone.

"I—" She hesitated, her voice shaky. "It feels... wrong."

"Wrong?" Alastor laughed, the sound bright and sharp, like a knife slicing through the tension between them. "No, my dear. This isn't wrong. This is exactly what you wanted. You asked for this, Charlie. You sought me out. You signed the deal with full knowledge of what it entailed."

His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the curve of her waist, and Charlie's breath hitched again. Her mind swirled with confusion and desire, both struggling for dominance within her.

"I didn't—" She tried again, but Alastor silenced her with a sharp tug on the straps of her dress, letting them fall completely off her shoulders, baring her to him.

"You didn't what?" His voice turned cold, commanding. "You didn't think I would follow through on my end? You didn't think I'd want to collect what I'm owed?"

Her skin prickled under his gaze, goosebumps rising as the air chilled. She could feel his magic in the room—dark and consuming—wrapping around her wrists, invisible chains holding her in place. There was no escape. Not now. Not ever.