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Alastor swung his bare legs off the bed, his hooves clicking against the wooden floor. He didn’t stand, unsure if his trembling legs would take his weight just yet. But he had to go. Had to get away.
Smooth fingers ran down his spine, goosebumps causing his soft fur to stand on end—even his tail fluffed up from the ticklish yet pleasant feeling, begging to flick happily.
Fuck.
He needed to leave.
“Stay the night? Just until your morning broadcast?” Lucifer’s question was expected, his words tinged with hope and desire.
Alastor swallowed back his hesitation and forced a sly grin as he scanned the room for his discarded clothing. “Again? Quite insatiable, aren’t you, sire?”
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17 Jul 2026
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Alastor is powerful, cunning, and all around vicious. Too bad the rest of Hell tries to discredit him by holding his Sub dynamic over his head. It seems like everyone is just waiting for him to slip up so they can swoop in and claim his soul when he's at his weakest.
Not all hope is lost, Alastor has caught the attention of the King and Queen. He's certain they want more than he can give. They just want to show him what true partners look like. On the line is freedom but who's is yet to be seen?
This Series is set in the Dom/Sub/Switch universe
Dom - Lilith
Sub - Alastor
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10 Jun 2026
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“In fact, all I want is a conversation,” Alastor hums, as if a conversation between them is something normal. It happened once or twice, if that much, when they both were at their lowest after that TV-headed demon nearly fucked them both up, before fighting was back at the table. “I'm sure your Majesty can spare a few minutes to listen to his humble servant?”
“Humble? Doubt it. Servant? I wish,” Lucifer grunts. “At the very least you'd respect me.”
“Hm, who can say,” Alastor shrugs, stopping his pacing right in front of Lucifer again. “But I do have a bottle of Beelzejuice I got from contraband that I'm willing to share with you for your trouble.”
Lucifer narrows his eyes, wondering what the fuck the Radio Demon could want, seeing the way he looks at Lucifer with his head tilted slightly, waiting for a response.
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Spring comes to Hell the same way it comes to Earth, and, with it, comes the heat/rut season. Lucifer is not happy to go through it alone another year after Lilith's leaving, when the Radio Demon makes a proposition he hadn't been expecting.
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"Everything else was going exactly as planned. No longer bound to his deal, Alastor was finally a free soul in hell. Able to do whatever he pleased. His power had been fully restored and his wound completely healed. He'd returned to the hotel with renewed motivation, and neither the princess nor the king of hell suspected a thing. It was all quite perfect, really.
There was just one absolutely ridiculous, infuriating, outstanding issue…Vox."
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After 70 years, Alastor and Vox finally fucked and things are complicated. A continuation of my one shot "Kisses That Cut Me", the story picking up 2 weeks later. ((if you would rather just read this fic you just need to know that they had sex the night before the S2 finale.))
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Of all the demons who could have possibly inherited his contract. Why did it have to be Vox? The pompous, obnoxious, desperate television demon who had been oh so obsessed with him for ages. And Vox would never let him go. Not now that he had him. What he’d wanted for so long now, always just out of his reach. No, nothing could persuade him to give him up.
Vox gets ahold of Alastor's soul, and he intends to take full advantage of his new acquisition. Unfortunately, his feelings for the man make everything a bit more complicated. But Alastor might just come to realize that Vox owning his soul isn't actually the worst thing.