Alastor x Male Reader

Revenge for who though? (Warning!!)

Me: Well, the plans are set into motion. I think this is entertaining though. WARNING!!!! This chapter is not for the faint of heart. It will include offensive language, sex as revenge, gore, violence, rape, and torture. Warning!!!! Please understand that this will positively affect the Alastor x Reader ship. It sails, but not before some rough waters.
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It had been 3 weeks since their spat and (Y/n) was being petty. He let Pattie spend all her time with Alastor to the point Alastor was fed up. He sang every night like Alastor asked, but besides that (Y/n) didn't directly speak to him.

Angel noticed and tried to make (Y/n) feel better since he had been upset. (Y/n) just to hurt Alastor would cuddle up to Angel and soak up his attention. Alastor in return had once made (Y/n) sing for an entire 28 hours in revenge. (Y/n) couldn't speak without coughing up blood for 3 days. That was with his accelerated healing. Alastor personally nursed him. (Y/n) only glared in response.

It got to the point where Alastor was purposefully making all of (Y/n) favorite foods and not allowing him to eat them. In response, (Y/n) went out on killing sprees on Alastor's turf, randomly hacking people off.  Neither were happy.

The hotel was the only safe place between the two not to be touched. That was more for safety than anything else.

(Y/n) decided there was one last thing he could do to piss off Alastor. He walked over to Angel later that night and sat beside him at the bar.

"Hey, Angel. Do you think you could find me a willing one night stand?" (Y/n) asks.

Angel looks up from his phone. He blinked a few times before setting his phone face down on the counter. "Aren't you and the pimp kinda close though? I don't wanna get in between what evah you two got going on."

(Y/n) hummed. "I'll let you decide. We could have a good time to tonight or you could go do Val's work for ya." He looked at his claws.

Angel looked between the the phone and (Y/n) with a sigh. "What ever you're gonna do I..."

Angel was getting a call. He saw the caller ID and winced. He picked up and the voice on the other end was shouting. Angel excused himself. (Y/n) shrugged and walked away. (Y/n) got dressed in his most appealing outfit. A pair if skin tight black shorts, a pink button up only half buttoned, some black toms, and a yellow beret to match some gold jewelry. This was no where near his usual style, but he kept it from his earlier days. (Y/n) made sure to ask Vaggie to babysit for the night.

(Y/n) headed out of the door walking down the streets to the clubs. He entered one of the ones he was more familiar with and walked up to the bouncer.

"Got room for another, handsome?" (Y/n) tried to be as seductive as he can. It comes out a little nervous.

The bouncer saw just who it was and tensed, "are you gonna cause any trouble, Over Lord? We don't let anyone but Vox in."

(Y/n) smirked. "Yes, well I'll do my best to keep discreet."

The bouncer shrugs and lets him in. (Y/n) walks over to the bar and sits down. He orders a stout cranberry Vodka. The bar tender had it out in a minute. (Y/n) took a few sips. He then got up and saw the dance floor. He walked into the crowd and started dancing along to some song like Die Young by Kesha. (Y/n) felt a hand tap on his shoulder. A burly alligator guy smiled to him.

"Wanna dance, sugar?" He asks.

"You know it baby!" (Y/n) smiles maliciously.

The two start dancing to the music, occasionally grinding on each other. The two grinning and sensuously touching each other. The gator pulled them to the bathroom and (Y/n) kissed him. He tasted like raw chicken and morning breath, making (Y/n) almost gag. (Y/n) kept smiling like the actor he was and kissed him again. The gator pushed up (Y/n)'s shirt to tease his nipples. His other hand ripped the shorts off of (Y/n). (Y/n) couldn't help but find the acts repulsive. He continued because he knew Alastor would hate it. (Y/n) spread his legs. The gator pulled his pants down chuckling.