His little fox ||Reader x Alastor!||

Craving.

That day you tasted that heart, you wanted more, no. You NEEDED more. You went down to the lobby. You were wearing something that blood barely shows up on.

You just wanted to kill. No, you need to kill. Just one more taste.. Just to satisfy.

It's been a few months since that incident. But now we were all going camping. Of course Charlie would plan it. Some of them packed their bags, meanwhile, you were getting more aggressive because of your bloodlust. The satisfying feeling of the warmth dripping down your hand. The slow-beating heart in your hand. The thoughts about how you could've just squooshed it in your hand.. Or a brain. You wonder what that would also taste like. Just. One. More. Taste.

You was suddenly snapped out of your thoughts with Angel dragging me to the van. He already packed my bags? Such a good friend.

"Sugar tits, you were zoned out badly." He pushed you in the car. But you didn't speak one bit, you just rolled your eyes in response.

"Y/n? You okay? You've been acting strange ever since you went out on my dad and Al that morning. It's been months and you've become more aggressive." Charlie said in a worried tone.

"Meh, i think it's her heat is about to start." Angel smirked. You still said nothing.. Just the thoughts of brains, hearts, and flesh. What would it be like biting into someone? You crave it so bad.. Too bad.

"My dear, i think you should learn some manners and talk when you are spoken to." The deer man stated. You didn't care if he owned your soul or not. I'm not listening to this fuck-boy.

"Can you shut the hell up? Seriously. You're so annoying, Alastor." Your eye twitched when you looked at him and finally responded to someone. Husk and Lucifer let out short giggles because the guts you had to speak to Alastor like that.

"I wanna drive!!"

"Nifty, no!" Vaggie hissed. Since we all apparently "tRuStEd" her, it was clear she was gonna drive.

You were in the backseat, looking out of the window. Angel and Nifty sat next to you, Alastor sat in front of you, somehow, Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer sat up front, while husk was passed out on the car floor board.

Vaggie drove us deep in the forest, you could feel Alastor's stare on you, which was making you even more anxious. Vaggie finally parked the car to where we were going to have to walk a mile just to get to the camp site. Fuck.

We all made our way out of the car, you stayed a little behind the gang because you didn't want to go feral. Even though this craving is getting worse. I'm just a fox, how feral can i get? You inhaled the air, smelling some blood, you could feel your pupils getting bigger. Just one more taste.. Please.. Ugh..

We reached the campsite, you had your own tent just in case. But turns out, you and Alastor had to share because he didn't "bring his".

You set up the tent, heading inside. Everyone was out, just telling stories around the fire, not Alastor. He was somewhere.

Time passed and everyone went to bed, not you, Alastor still wasn't in the tent. Like you cared about him anyways. You just had to get this bloodlust out of your system.

You opened your tent, carefully getting out, not making a sound to wake anyone else up. You went deep into the forest/woods. (or whatever you wanna be.) A scent of rabbit's blood hits your nose. Your ears went straight up and you ran to the scent. Oh fuck.. It smells so good. You found a dead rabbit, finding another one, but alive. You quickly pounced on the alive rabbit, tearing open the flesh, but you needed more. Demon meat? Yes. Just this for right now.

After you had your fill, you heard laughing behind you, "My my, darling~ i knew you had a craving" His radio static voice filled the air.

"Shut up, Alastor!" You wiped the remaining blood off of your mouth and chin, already missing that taste.

"Hmm.. I don't see why not! We should be going back to the campsite now! Unless," he summoned a bag of demon flesh. "You're not done eating~?"

Your eyes widened, more hunger and cravings were getting to you. "Please.."

"That's my good little fox~" he opens the bag, the scent filling your nose. That smelt better than you expected. He held the meat to your mouth. As you try to grab it, he takes the flesh away. You let out a small pout, "now now~ be a good fox and let me feed you~" he teased. You didn't even care about the teasing at this point, you just wanted the flesh. You slowly nodded, letting him feed you. "That's a good little fox~"

You held the meat to your mouth as you took big nibbles, not big bites. He slowly starts to scratch your ears, but gently. You leaned into his touch as you kept eating. Loving this feeling, actually feeling cared for like your mother cared for you. You couldn't help but stop eating, letting out shaky breaths.

"My dear? What's wrong?" He tilted his head to the side, one of his ears following him. You looked up at him slowly, about to let tears out, but you managed to hold them in.

"Darling?" He growled, getting mad that you wouldn't respond.

"I don't know.. J-just memories.." You managed to get out with a shaky sigh. "Can we go back to the campsite? Please.. I don't think i wanna eat anymore..."

"Of course, darling," he seemed to have a genuine smile on his face. His eyes softened as he teleported us to the campsite, making me hella dizzy.

"Warn me next time.." You said, glaring at Alastor. You got into your tent as Alastor followed you.

"Alright, Darling. I'll warn you next time. And, my my~ you sure know how to decorate." His smile seemed to grow. But it's just an average tent with sleeping bags in it.

"I'm going to bed... Can i call you "Al"?" You asked.

"Well, i mean, everyone else does, so i don't see the problem, Y/n. Goodnight." He said kindly

"Night.." You respond, getting comfortable in the sleeping bag as you slowly drift off the sleep, a dreamless one too. And did the same too. Getting comfortable and falling asleep. It's like every time we slept together, all my nightmares just disappeared.