2P!Alastor

He's never felt more lucky in his entire life.

Alastor had been pining after you for what felt like years- And whether or not it really had been, the fact remained that he would do anything to get even a modicum of your attention. Alastor had made himself a near permanent fixture in your life, following you wherever you go and making himself at your disposal should you ever want or need him. He was always by your side, trying to appease you, trying to show you just how good he could be for you, but it never seemed to truly work...Until now.

"Th-thank you, thank you, thank you...!" Was all he could babble into your ear that night, oh so eager to please as always, just in a more carnal way this time. It was almost pathetic, really, how much the radio demon seemed to need you- But could he be blamed for that? Not in his mind. You were simply too amazing, too attractive to ignore. And now that he'd gotten a taste, he never wanted to lose sight of you.

All things considered, you shouldn't have stuck your dick in crazy/let it stick its dick in you, because now Alastor wasn't letting you go.

The near-stalking turned into full blown stalking despite all your attempts to distance yourself from him after that night, and infuriatingly, he was good at it. He just didn't plan on you being just as good at avoiding him- Alastor found himself increasingly panicked and desperate for you as time went on, as your socially agile nature won out over and over. It seemed that each time he spotted you, whether it be in the hotel, out in the city, or even passing by your room- You were just out of reach. You were so close he could almost touch you, but your elusive movements prevented him from closing that gap he so desperately needed to squash.

Suffice to say, Alastor is heartbroken.

His tears increase in frequency and amount each time he fails to secure you within his arms, wondering what he did wrong. Did he not please you enough? Did you not like the things he said? Are you mad at him for something, and this was your way of punishing him? He'd apologize a million times if that were the case, and he knew you knew that- So why? Why weren't you talking to him? Why weren't you looking at him for even a second? He felt like he might go (even more) insane if this didn't come to an end soon.

His luck, though, came back around one day, when you'd let your guard down. You'd gotten too comfortable in your abilities to evade the radio demon, breathing a sigh of relief and relaxation in the kitchen as you enjoyed a cup of coffee/tea/your choice of drink. Everything was still and quiet, uncharacteristic of the normally chaotic hotel, and maybe that's where you should have picked up on the ominous aura being emitted behind you. But you didn't hear the familiar hiss of radio static until it was too late.

Suddenly, your world shifted as your body was yanked from your chair, bent over backwards onto the kitchen countertop as the looming figure of Alastor came into view. He was panting heavily, face flushed a deep red as he regarded you with radio dials for irises. His smile was equally as omnious, large and wobbly as he looked down at you with pure, unadulterated want and need- He looked as if he'd finally found food after months of starving in the desert, salivating and shaking with excitement.

"I-I got you! Finally...!" His breath shuddered, arms caging you in and leaving you with little chance for escape. "I've been l-looking for you everywhere for so long...Why are you avoiding me...? D-did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? Please, please let me make it up to you!" Alastor's voice was a mixture of sorrow and euphoria, quickly switching between the two as he reconciled with the fact that you were finally in his arms, within his grasp.

And he wasn't letting go anymore.