#alastor drabble

[greenandsorrow]

Hihi! I saw your requests were open so may I request alastor with a fem bunny reader?? Like the reader has a tail and looks all innocent and makes little squeaks?? If not it's fine and take you time and take care lovely!! <4

Innocence, interrupted.

🩷Alastor x fem!bunny!reader🩷

A short n' sweet and a tiny bit suggestive one shot.

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Alastor was in the middle of his usual antics -radio static filling the room as he hummed along to a jaunty tune. That was until a small squeak broke his concentration.

He turned sharply, red gaze landing on you, the adorable bunny-eared guest perched on his armchair. Well, it doesn't belong to him, but it's his favorite. Your ears twitch nervously and your small, fluffy tail gives an involuntary flick as his gaze bores into you.

"My, my, what a precious sight you are" he says, his grin widening. "Are you lost, darling, or is there some ulterior motive behind hopping onto my seat?"

You swallow, your cheeks burning. "N- No, I was just... um... setting up tea time?" You gesture to the tray on the table, paws trembling slightly as you place the delicate teacup in front of him. Another soft squeak escapes your lips and you immediately cover your mouth with both hands, mortified.

Alastor chuckles, the sound rich and warm, but with that ever-present edge of menace. "Oh, you truly are delightful! A bunny bringing tea? It feels almost... domestic, doesn't it?"

His crimson gaze flicks down to your twitching tail and his grin somehow grows wider.

You can't help but fidget under his scrutiny, feeling as though his eyes can see right through you. "I just thought you might like it- And the others! Of course! But especially you... You've been working so hard."

"How considerate!" he exclaims, leaning forward and resting his chin on a clawed hand. "But tell me, dear, how do you manage to look so innocent while wandering into the lion's den? Do you have any idea what I could do to a little creature like you?"

Your heart races at his words, the playful yet dark undertone sending a shiver down your spine. His voice is hypnotic, both inviting and dangerous. You shift in your -his- seat, your tail brushing against the back of the armchair, making another involuntary squeak escape your lips.

Alastor's grin turns positively devilish. "Oh, you really can't help yourself, can you? Such darling sounds. It's almost cruel of me to tease you..." He leans even closer, his face mere inches from yours now. "Almost."

You bite your lip, your ears flattening against your head as heat rises to your cheeks. "Y- You're teasing me on purpose" you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course I am" he answers cheerfully. "And you're making it far too enjoyable to stop! But fear not, my little bunny -I'd never hurt a hair on your precious head. At least, not unless you asked me to..."

Your eyes widen and his laughter echoes through the room, melodic and attractive. He straightens up, taking the teacup you have prepared.

"Ah, this is delightful, indeed! And so are you, my dear. Do steal my armchair anytime -preferably also bringing more tea and those enchanting little squeaks."

As you practically scurry out of the room, face burning and heart pounding, Alastor watches with unabashed amusement, swirling the tea in his cup.

"Yes", he muses to himself, "quite the delightful distraction indeed."

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[sugoi-writes]

Alastor Drabble: Watching a Reader Interact with a Child

Sloppy little ditty that was throw together, shoot me

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Alastor always admires how patient you are with others... almost to a fault! He would often tease the look that would cross your face as soon as you were alone or backs were turned... Being positive and kind towards others can be exhausting, especially in Hell.

But, as twisted as people were, children were still children to you. And each one you encountered made your heart swell, if not a teensy bit from sadness.

You punched the ever-living daylights out of some teenage punk, just moments before handing the stolen money back to the rightful owner: a little boy with shaggy brown hair. You folded your legs under yourself, getting eye-level as the boy thanked you bashfully. Alastor scoffed, judging you for putting yourself in such a vulnerable position. One that reminded him of a teacher having a one-on-one with a troubled kid.

As you go to get up, thinking nothing of the scuffle the child suddenly embraces you. You startle from the sudden movement, but you're quick to return the gesture. You sigh before looping both arms around him, fearing the little boy is too trusting to survive in Hell.

"Happy Mother's Day!" The little boy would say, before running away gleefully. You didn't notice the flower he tucked into your pocket, jutting out from your hip. Alastor's eyes widen for a moment, face unreadable as he watches the whole thing go down. A simple daisy, nothing more... but daisies held a special place in his heart.

You wave after the boy, hesitantly calling out," I'm not a--! ...Mother... aaaaand, he's gone." You chuckle as you turn back to Alastor, sheepishly scratching at the back of your neck," Sorry, Alastor... I still have a soft spot for kids, after all..."

Mama... he can see it now. The way you sat on your legs, the way you hugged the boy... the way your cheeks pushed up into your eyes from how sweetly you smiled. You reminded him of HIS mama.

Alastor made quick strides over to you, startling you when he plucked the flower from your pocket. You blink in surprise as the flower is tucked into the crook of your ear, silently. He uses a reddened claw to gently cast your hair out of your face, if just to get a better look at your warm eyes. You smile back at him, almost leaning into the touch.

"What's all of this about, hmmm?"

Alastor's smile turns fond, eyebrows slanting inward and up as he sighs," Nothing, dear... just remembered something... pleasant. A distant memory." You could feel your heart skip a beat as his hand caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your heated flesh.

Daisy. His mother's favorite flowers were daisies.

"It's a shame, really... you'd make an excellent Mother."

Tiny idea I need to write down because NEED--

I have baby fever, shaddup

[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Green With Envy `☕🌼

Gen / hurt-comfort if your like ten feet away and squinting, Fluff

Includes / Charlie , Alastor , Adam

| CHARLIE |

Charlie is never really jealous, alright, she has complete trust in you

That being said, it definitely happens!

Charlie is really, really emotionally intelligent and picks up on subtleties alot of others don't, she may be naive and trusting but she's not stupid and her vibe check has yet to be off

Ignore alastor that was a calculated risk

So when the two of you decide to take a break from promoting the hotel to share some greasy, cheesy food at a pub

Most food places were groceries, cannibalistic or bar and grills, so it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to go out for food and have a few drinks while you were there

She had just returned from the bathroom when she spotted the sinner chatting you up at the bar counter

Something about the sight, maybe the lighting, maybe how close the stools were- therefore how close you were, or something about how you played with the straw of your drink absent-mindedly set her off

She's not- proud of what she did per se

She slides in next to you, interlocking her fingers with your hand resting on the counter top, squeezing it affirmingly

"Hey hon, whose this?" Tone too cheery, smile a little to calculated

It's then she saw the hotel flyer in the sinners hands, aw, whoops

"Oh this is-"

"Travis."

They extended their hand too shake and still a little embarrassed about her initial take she took his hand, fumbling slightly before he squeezed her hand a little too hard

Oh

She wasn't the only one jealous here

She was VERY quick to get you two out of there, some emergency at the hotel or with nifty, or something, she doesn't like feeling like this and she doesn't like being in a situation that might make you uncomfortable, and to be very, very honest she did NOT want that demon anywhere near you

| ALASTOR |

He's a very confident man, he knows you love him, he knows that you know he'd do anything for you, he's comfortable with you

That being said when he finds the letter inviting you to an interview on 666 NEWS by Vox he felt all the jealousy he mocked others for having rise in his throat like bile

"It's some sort of trap, I don't want you going."

He sets the letter down in front of you, let's you read it, digest it before shrugging

"I don't know why'd they want to interview me anyways, I don't even think Angel has an interview with him."

"Oh I can think of a few reasons. "

He runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him

"Maybe I should go then."

"What."

He didn't have time to register your teasing tone before your giggling at his expense

"If the people love me as much as you do maybe I should go on."

"Oh no one could possibly do that, no one who wants to live anyways."

Now it's his turn to tease, and he takes the letter from you, tearing it up

"Though since you seem so keen on fame why don't you join me on my radio show?"

| ADAM |

Jealous all the time

Doesn't bring it up because he wants you to believe he's confident but bro he's dying inside

The only time he ever, ever directly told you he was jealous or uncomfortable was in his early days in his band, back when he was newbie to the group and was working to gain his name in the industry

It was just after the show and the lot of you were hanging back stage, signing shirts and breasts and having a few drinks

You were talking about something inconsequential when a fan came up and started talking to him, you took your cue and peeled off to get a beer for the both of you

That fan came and went, and another, and another and he thought first you stopped to use the restroom, i mean hell he kinda needed to piss too

When he caught a break between fans he headed to the restrooms, now worried you didn't have toilet paper or accidentally locked yourself in (not speaking from personal experience at all, he doesn't want to talk about it)

Instead he found you backed up by some sound tech guy

"I uh- I should really get going, my boyfriend, uh is my ride and I gotta get home-"

"Why going so soon? I saw you behind stage waiting for him, I gotta say cutie, your worth far more than that ass."

"Haha, yeah, he's definitely an ass but he's my ass, yknow?"

Something about your nervous laughter burned that jealousy straight to anger

"Yeah, speaking off assholes."

He practically tossed the guy off of you

"Take a hint."

He was angry for the rest of the day, not at you, not ever at you, but damn, he needed to blow some steam off, mostly by angry ranting to you in your apartment

"What was that guy's fucking problem!?"

"That guys NEVER going to be on set again, fuck what if it was someone else who didn't have someone looking out for them yeah?"

[fizzybin]

Don't stop

Warnings: Thigh riding, oversim, assumed master/pet relationship

wc: 308

a/n; lil late night drabble I love this man so much, I just love the thought of being his lil horny pet, and him being ironically asexual he just unfazed by your hypersexuality and just lets you do whatever while he just sits there but of course he still has to be in control right?

As the smooth melody of 1920s jazz filled the room, Alastor sat in his luxurious leather chair, engrossed in his book. You, his pet, were perched on his lap, innocent and unassuming. But your view of him was too perfect, too tantalizing. The way his suit clung to his muscular frame, the way his sharp features softened as he read…it was all too much for you to resist. With each subtle movement, your body unconsciously rubbed against his, the friction igniting a fire between your legs. You tried to play it off as innocent, but deep down you knew what you were doing - hoping that he wouldn't notice your desperate attempts at pleasure.

As you rocked, the friction between your bodies intensified. Unable to resist, you shifted your position and straddled his thigh, grinding against it for more stimulation. Trying to play it cool, you pretended to adjust your position but secretly relished in the sensation of his leg against your core.

“my dear, are you uncomfortable? your moving an awful lot..”

“huh- oh sorry yeah I was just trying to move in a more comfortable spot…”

you mumbled under your breath, causing Alastor to set down his book and tilt his head in curiosity. The light from the nearby window illuminated his features, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and highlighting the furrow between his brows. His dark red eyes studied you with an intensity that made you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. He seemed to be searching for something in your words, as if trying to decipher a hidden meaning. You fidgeted nervously, suddenly feeling small under his piercing stare.

“You know, I do possess an incredible sense of smell. If you are truly desperate to…indulge yourself in my presence, by all means, go ahead. But do not stop until I give the word."

[mournings-stars]

Could I request an Alastor x reader? mostly smut, however i love fluff with aftercare and such

I was thinking the premise being of a reader who was and old friend from cannibal town coming to the hotel maybe? (cis fem reader)

hellohello! i personally don’t write smut for alastor but here’s a little fluff for you/how im comfortable writing for alastor!! its a bit of an ambiguous relationship but i hope thats fine :)

alastor x cannibal town fem reader (i may make this into a multi-part fic)

There was more than one reason Alastor brought Charlie to Cannibal Town — yes, it’s important she met Rosie, but he also had business to attend to while she did. He excused himself, heading down the street, several shops down, and into a narrow alleyway where he opened a hidden door to a small shop.

It was two small rooms and a back kitchenette. The walls of the first room were lined with bookshelves that made a narrow aisle to the back of the store. There, was an open seating area with sofas, armchairs, and a roaring fireplace across from the small register in the corner. It certainly wasn’t supposed to feel like a store where you had to buy something, but one where you could if you really wanted to.

“Welcome in!” A very sweet voice came from the back of the shop, a hint of an old, long-lost accent that made Alastor’s smile widen. “I’ll be right with you!”

“Take your time,” he hummed, and immediately heard shuffling from the other room before you stumbled into the front. “Hello, my dear!”

“Alastor!?” You gasped, lifting the hem of your skirt to rush over to him and hug him. He stiffened, a high pitched radio frequency sounding from his microphone and making you step back. “Sorry—“ You straightened out his suit jacket with a smile tugging at your lips as he watched you. When your fussing became too much, he placed a very calm hand over yours and gave you a gentle smile. You laughed under your breath and stepped back. “Sorry—“

“You said that already, my dear — and there’s no need to!” You nodded as he squeezed your hand before letting it go. “No need at all!”

“Right, right… How are you? Where have you been? I’ve… missed you.” Your excited tone dampened as you finished, clearing your throat and offering a smaller smile when it faltered. “But I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

“You were always too kind to me!” He said cheerily, walking to the second room to have a seat on the couch.

“Can I get you anything, Al?”

“Just a bit of precious time,” he said a little too sweetly, waiting for you to sit across from him. But you made yourself busy, pouring hot water over tea and preparing a plate of sweets for the two of you to share. “Tell me how you’ve been!” He said impatiently as he watched you go anywhere but toward him.

“Ah… where to start?” You hummed, leaning against the countertop. “I thought you might’ve…” You waved your hand dismissively, but as he’d gone missing just after an extermination, he understood and hummed along. “And since you never told me anything—“

“It was all so sudden, I would’ve left you a note—“

“A note?” You scoffed, but moved on when he nodded, going to get teacups for the two of you. “Anyway, I met someone.”

“Did you?” He sounded unimpressed, watching you get sugar and spoons; anything to avoid sitting down. “So quickly?”

“It took a few years.” He hummed along. “And it didn’t last—“ He laughed snidely. “—It felt very… wrong—”

“I'm sure,” he was almost too quick to say.

“And… They were exterminated, anyway.”

He looked very happy to hear that fact, but said nothing until he got his expression under control. “Shame,” he said, tone crass. “I would have loved to have met them.”

“I’m sure,” you repeated, throwing him a pointed look that he beamed at. “The years have become a bit blurry,” you continued.

“Have they?”

“I spend most of my time here, talking with Rosie. Missing you.“

“Ah, yes… You said that.” His smile dampened. “Surely you moved on?” But he was hopeful you didn’t, and he knew his hopes were answered when you stayed quiet and poured your tea. You remembered how much sugar he liked, and how much cream, not even bothering to ask before you put the cups on the plate and walked to the couches. “I always thought of you,” he admitted, taking the cup you offered, “but I could never go to you… I watched from afar.” He cleared his throat, sipping his tea and forcing his smile to stay put. “And I felt…” His eyes drifted to nothing as he thought back on those seven years. “Excruciatingly bored.”

You laughed. “Does that mean you missed me too?”

He narrowed his eyes, taking the plate from you before you could get anything else. “Why don’t you have a seat next to me?” He set the plate on the end table. “I didn’t come here to be served; I came to, finally, get the chance to see you again.” And then he offered his hand, and the small gesture of vulnerability made you understand that yes;

He missed you very much.

[alastorsshade]

Happy Hunting

TW// depictions of violence, maybe creepy imagery? it wasn't that graphic tbh

Haunting laughter echoes off the walls of the alleyway. The single laugh distorting into many and slowly transforming into the screams of many others. Coming from every direction and yet there was no one in sight. Only screams to cage in the cowering overlord as the shadows grow heavier. They seem to claw and bite at her. Keeping her in place while a figure watches her from beyond the veil. 

Silently, observing their prey while a wicked grin slowly splits open their maw until their shadowed jaw detaches completely, showing off an endless void with millions of tiny, sharp teeth lining it. Perfect for swallowing sinners whole. 

Their nonexistent stomach rumbles and growls at the thought of such easy prey. An overlord she might be, but she was still far from the toughest that they’ve hunted. Reduced to nothing but mere prey when faced with an apex predator. 

She never stood a chance. 

From the start, they had orchestrated this whole cat and mouse game. Allowing her to run and fight only to further her entertainment value, but they grew weary with this game. She trapped herself in a corner with no escape, and yet she still looked for a way out.

“silly little mouse. you only made yourself tired.” They spoke, projecting their voice to echo around her in the dome of shadows she was locked in. 

It was amusing to watch her look for them, only to find no one there. Even now she held hope, she would escape. It only made them hungrier.

Without warning, the shadows crashed into her like a pack of hungry dogs, tearing at her but not quite killing her. The killing blow would be reserved for them alone, but for now her screams filled a different hunger within them.

They listened to her until her throat became raw, her shouts of terror turning into pained wheezes. It was only when they couldn’t see any more hope shining in her eyes that they descended upon her. 

Dismissing the shadows to the far corner of the alley to get a better look at her. Her skin was torn, crudely split open like a meat suit, and yet even now her body was desperately trying to mend itself. Try as it might, it couldn’t regenerate fast enough. She wouldn’t ever be able to reform into her former glory. Instead, she’d be destined to stay in this state of painful regeneration for the rest of eternity or until an exterminator’s spear rammed through her.

What a pity.

They cooed at her as she whimpered and moaned. Shushing her as they loomed over her. Maw still wide open. A bit of drool even sliding down their elongated snout to dribble down onto her face.

“hush now it’ll be over soon”

She only continued to stare up at the being with glazed over, terror filled eyes. They chuckled, dipping down letting their tongue lazily roll out of its parted jaw. The long black appendage raking over her face, collecting up the blood there. Consuming it like the finest red wine as they purred. Deceptively soft and yet each lick still hurt as it scraped past tender muscles and nerves.

The feast was slow. With them taking time to tear into any wound threatening to close. Coaxing even more delicious nectar from it. They drinked their fill and then some. All the while, the sinner beneath them could do nothing but pray to the god that had already abandoned her for mercy.

Their tongue slowly detracted, vanishing in the depths of the endless void it had come from. Without moving their mouth, they sighed out “soon you will hurt no longer” 

They sounded put out by the mere thought, and yet it lowered its gaping maw until her head was completely encompassed in it. They hovered there for several grueling moments before snapping shut.

A sickening crunch fills the night air as the sinner's skull completely collapses against the pressure. From there it only takes mere moments for her body to be consumed. No traces of her left except maybe for the sounds of her screams that would be played later on the radio.

A job well done.

They wasted no time zipping halfway across Pentagram City before slipping through the cracks of the radio tower’s trapdoor.

“Oh good your back. I made you a cup of coffee.” Alastor greets them without even turning away from his switchboard.

His shadow chirps delightedly. No longer resembling the predator they had a few moments ago. “thank you ma chaleur”

[radio-demon-soundbooth-1933]

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i’m completely and utterly in love with the concept of reader developing feelings for alastor, but she knows he’s aroace so she doesn’t know how to communicate/doesn’t wanna cross any boundaries. so the next best thing? distance and close herself off from him.

when they’re in the same room she will not look at him or talk to him in case it slips that she’s head over heels.

she even goes as far as standing on the other side of the room because being too close to alastor sends her into a nervous frenzy.

but alastor, being the very observant demon that he is, notices how closed off she’s being when he’s used to her standing close to him. used to her soft and calming voice. used to having her presence around him all the time.

does he miss it? yes. will he ever admit that out loud? absolutely not.

so alastor confronts her about it. and maybe it takes a bit of poking and prodding to finally get reader to admit everything and she’s so terrified because “i don’t wanna lose you to my stupid and idiotic feelings”

but then… hehe. alastor just says;

“my darling, i love and cherish your company more than any of the others here. it’d be a downright shame to not have a beauty like you on my arm”

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀SUCKIN' THEM OFF ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. toys usage. edging. oral sex. masturbation. praise kink. sub/dom reader. anal play. sub lucifer because I love him. vox using his hypnosis on you for a short minute. ill check this in a few hours after some sleep. #summary : title says it all; in which you suck em off during different occasions. #note : been busier with uni lately, not gonna post that often for a couple weeks. male reader will be out soon as per a request I received, I started writing this before the ask came in

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer's thighs could practically be inked by your hand from how hard you're clawing onto him. he's seated on the edge of your bed while you're kneeling between his legs on the floor, his length enveloped nicely by the warmth of your mouth. you draw a groan from him by swirling your tongue around his cock, his fingers tangling with your hair further with a tug. he sucks in a shaky breath, face flushed as he tilts his head back.

you hum softly, hollowing your cheeks and moving your head ever so slowly. you feel the tip brush against the back of your throat, the sensation causing you to moan around him. lucifer shudders from the vibration, his groans gradually growing into soft moans and whimpers. hearing him being so vocal strikes a chord in your chest, tempting you to go further into pleasing him and watch him break under your hands.

with a grin, you you remove your mouth from him which earns a whine from him as he briefly opens his eyes to look at you. “why’d you stop..” lucifer breathes out heavily, his chest heaving as he speaks. you don’t reply, pushing two digits past your damp lips and into your mouth, coating them with saliva. the angel watches you with confusion as you push his leg up onto the bed with your free hand while remaining kneeled on the ground.

that confusion did not last long. he didn't get the chance to even speak before you plunged the two fingers into him, your saliva working as a lubricant. a sharp gasp tumbles from lucifer's lips from the sudden stretch, his upper body falling further onto the bed until his arm weakly catches himself. he watches as you thrust your fingers in and out of him, bringing your lips closer to his twitching cock, and placing a kiss on his leaking tip.

you take your time drawing noises out from lucifer with kitten licks and kisses before slowly taking him in your mouth once again, sinking down until you have him fully in your mouth. you use your other hand to keep his legs spread open, increasing the pace of your fingers while working your mouth on his cock. the pleasure that he receives is amazing, so much so that his body visibly trembles as his moans grow.

lucifer's arms give out, and his upper body plops onto the bed with a thud. his back arches off the plush bed while simultaneously pressing the back of his hand onto his mouth, feeling himself approach closer to unraveling, blabbering about how overstimulated he feels to you.

"cum f' me, pretty boy?" you mumble just loud enough for him to hear before taking him whole in your mouth again, your words triggering the coil in his stomach. you feel hot strings of thick liquid shoot down your throat, your ears filled with the sweet, loud noises of your partner. you carry on swiping your tongue around the base of his cock until he's done and remove your fingers from him.

you keep his release on your tongue while removing his cock from your mouth, climbing up from between his legs to hover yourself above him; you make it visible to him when you swallow to watch his face burn up instantly. shooting him a smile, it's obvious that you're not done with him just yet.

ʚ ALASTOR .

it's near impossible to focus yourself to work your mouth on alastor's cock, not when he's having his face buried in between your legs as you lay on him. having a long tongue compared to the others has always been a win for alastor, able to reach sensitive areas inside of you with his mere tongue and watch your body twitch. you blink away tears that found their way to gather around your eyes from pleasure, attempting to steady your breathing in order to properly work your mouth.

the moment you fully take him into your mouth, he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh and sucks on the skin until he leaves dark marks. his grasp on your legs is hard and so does yours on his. your nails dig deep into his flesh, moaning while moving your head, the heat and dampness of your mouth engulfing his length that throbs from the feeling.

"carry on with your task, my dear." alastor speaks when he notices that you stopped moving your head just to bite back moans. his grin grows when he hears your small mumble of curses under your breath before taking him in again; he almost instantly plunges two fingers into you once you do so. your body twitches from the sudden shot of pleasure, moaning as your hips involuntarily push back to have his digits enter deeper.

his groans grow, feeling the amount of vibration that is sent coursing through his body from you moaning around his cock. it's rare to even hear him being this vocal, and you want more of it. taking advantage of his fingers thrusting into you, you don't hold back any moans and whimpers that climb up from your throat. the radio demon would occasionally curl his fingers inside of you, causing a jerk at your hips every time.

alastor doesn't keep a steady pace, often slowing down and picking up the pace of his fingers at random times. his hips sometimes buckle further into your mouth, tilting his head back deeper into the pillow he lay on from pleasure.

his voice is shaky as he speaks, "close- fuck, so close." his clawed fingers could almost draw blood out of your skin from his tightened grip. you give his cock an exaggerated suck after hearing his words, knowing exactly how to snap the coil in his stomach faster. his breath is hot against your thighs. with a thrust of his hips, strings of hot liquid shoots down your throat as he curses.

you reduce the pace of your head, allowing him to ride out his orgasm while you gather every drop of his release, not wasting a single bit. once you feel that he calmed down, you pull away and swallow, tasting the slightly salty and bitter taste sitting on your tastebuds. as you attempt to pull the fingers that are nestled inside of you and turn around, alastor holds you in place firmly and roughly thrusts his fingers into you.

you cry from pleasure, your head dropping onto his thigh as you look at him through the space between your legs; his smugness is painfully visible.

"oh no. not so fast, darling."

ʚ VOX .

"doing so good for me, mm?" vox coaxes, his voice gentle compared to the grip he has on your hair. you whine at his words, the tip of his cock practically bruising that one spot at the back of your throat from the pace he's having you work on him. you lap your tongue around the base, closing your eyes in hopes of stopping your gag reflex from having him so deep down your throat.

light chattering and sometimes even yelling could be heard outside of his office. demons are constantly walking by the doors that lead to the wide room that both of you are in; you're aware of this, of course, considering how he called for you in the middle of a busy working hour plainly because he wants his cock in your mouth. needy vox in the middle of work has slowly become a normal occurrence for you now.

you shudder from the vibration of vibrators being strapped around your inner thigh, strapped so close to where your sensitive area is. vox requested for you to strap them onto yourself the moment you stepped into his office, two strings hanging off his finger while he pointed your way. your thighs rub together, the friction drawing a moan from you.

vox leans back against his office chair, head tilting back to rest against the headrest. your teary gaze shifts from his wrinkled, loose outfit to his gaze that has been focused on you from above. meeting your gaze, a grin stretches onto his lips as he allows a groan from him to return your small plea. feeling satisfied, you carry on sucking him off while your drool travels down from his inner thigh down to his leather chair.

you can feel that he's close from the way he tugs on your hair harder than before, your scalp burning so much that it feels numb. you whine both from the pain and his size in your mouth, your jaw growing sore after being stretched open for a period of time. noticing this, vox gives your hair a light tug as he closes his eyes. your gaze lands on his screen, watching as his eyes re-open to reveal a red and black spiral, hypnotizing you.

your body freezes for a short second before it continues to what you were doing before this, obediently allowing vox to unravel while remaining inside of your mouth. he knows you're aware of his actions, and that you absolutely love it when he does it. you pull away from him as the hypnosis fades, blinking while his cum stays on your tongue. vox lifts your face up by the chin with a finger, pushing his thumb past your lips to feel the thick liquid that sits there.

you swallow, the warmth traveling down your throat slowly. your tongue swirls around his thumb, parting your lips to show that the liquid is no longer in your mouth. the demon hums at the sight, a hand moving to pat his lap; a signal for you to sit.

"come up and sit here for me, will you?"

ʚ VALENTINO .

valentino's limo drives through street after street in town, the area bustling with demons all around. he promised vox and velvette a nice place for dinner, yet you're here pleasuring him by fucking his cock into your mouth as per his request. the shaky car makes it harder to do so compared to when you're in a room instead, the tip constantly hits your throat with no mercy.

the inside of the limo is dim after you requested for him to turn off his bright, flashy lights. valentino agreed to do so unwillingly since he preferred to have them stay on, claiming them as iconic. but he turned them off in the end, complying with your request so you'd feel more comfortable while having a heated session with him in the vehicle at the very least.

that's not all, though. you also have a dildo stretching your gummy walls open so nicely, the unsteady movements of the limo allowing it to stimulate the specific spot that's buried inside of you. your fingers grip his coat tightly, uncontrollable moans continuously spilling from your mouth, muffled by his cock filling your mouth to the brim. valentino lets out a chuckle, a hand from his lower pair of arms holding your head by your hair.

"we're almost at the restaurant, cariño. gonna finish yourself off along with me?" you nod weakly, hips moving to thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. a hand of yours snakes down to hold the toy in place, your mouth never removing itself from his cock. your eyes close shut while tears gather from pleasure, hand gradually switching to ram the toy into yourself with a quicker pace.

you clench around the dildo, the grith of it drawing an excessive amount of noise from you as you suck valentino off. he curses from the pleasure, legs quivering ever so slightly with a buckle of his hips. he lost track of where the limo has headed to until the vehicle came to a halt, his eyes turning to gaze outside the window. vox and velvette are both visible sitting by the restaurant window.

he mumbles for you to keep going; it doesn't seem like he's in a hurry at all. you do as he says, wanting to finish this as soon as possible despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. you don't want to have any one of them call valentino and ask about his whereabouts, knowing how he'll straight up tell them that you're not done milking him in his limo.

he gives your hair a slight tug, taking a long drag from his cigarette before speaking as pink smoke escapes through his lips. "those two can wait, we're staying here until we're done."

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[xjulixred45x]

I could't contain myself guys sorry--

Bro, do you realize how scary it would be to have Vox as a Yandere?

just imagine it. You could be one of his workers, maybe too good at your job, because not only do you do what Vox tells you without asking questions, but you also know what to say and what not to say to avoid a "tantrum" from him. or rather, when his insecurities attack with force like when Alastor returns.

Vox would probably be a somewhat condescending yandere (as seen with Val) but don't think you can't turn tables easily, if you stroke his ego enough, you can have him around your finger. but that doesn't make it any less dangerous for those around you.

He makes the typical 180 degree turn in attitude when it comes to Other Employees and when it comes to You. Damn, you may be the only one of his employees who gets paid vacations (or even vacations) or even birthday bonuses, things like that. He likes to give you his things or products with the excuse that "they are for testing" even if they have already been released on the market.

Like:

Vox: who the fuck eat My leftovers!?! WHENEVER WHO WAS I'M GOING TO-

Darling: it was me sir.

Vox:--give You the rest and take You out for lunch, You haven't eaten in the whole day AGAIN, didn't ya?

He definitely avoids conflict with you by hypnotizing you, when he starts to feel hostility, fear on your part or that you want to leave, he makes you "out of nowhere" have "ONE MORE TASK" and you can't help but do what he says.

and IT IS NOT just to avoid fights or for you to leave, it is something CONSTANT (once every two days MINIMUM), although Vox is not worried about your brain turning into mush due to its powers, it always keeps nutritious things in your diet and they come out relatively often , as you have to follow him everywhere.

Eventually he becomes more clingy and needy in this case, it's practically not that he's proposing to you or anything, he's just slowly dragging you into a relationship without you realizing it (because you're not lucid enough). Unless you develop a higher level of tolerance to his hypotonic trick, I don't think you'll notice his Red Flags.

I think it would be ESPECIALLY BAD if Darling is also a Sinner, because then they wouldn't even be able to get out of the pride ring to run away from Vox. leaving you with many fewer options and having to avoid all of Vox's technology, which you could only achieve by 1- going to the Cannibal Legion or 2- going to the Hazbin Hotel.

Running away is EXTREMELY DIFFICULT, not only because of his hypnotic trick, but because he literally has EYES EVERYWHERE, on every screen in hell. If you somehow manage to get away with it and run away, Vox would be SO ANGRY and looking for you all over hell with their screens.

Although definitely if you were gone more than a day, he would be more distraught than angry and would begin to despair. Even Val and Velvet would give him a hand because of how bad it would be.

Just imagine, thinking that you finally lost sight of Vox's search drones, without realizing that you stand in front of some store and VOX ITSELF appears on the screens :)

If you made the stupid decision to go to the Hazbin Hotel, Vox would be distraught and would even think that Alastor was somehow holding you hostage, obviously! Why would you go there if you knew his biggest enemy was there? Alastor must be using you as a bargaining chip! How dare he!?

(in this case, fortunately, the punishment is much less severe, but he would definitely monitor you for the rest of your life)

When he eventually gets you back (after a few days or even WEEKS of anguish) expect, first of all, to be in a mortal embrace that lasts AT LEAST 2 days and then receive your "punishment" which would be to be under hypnosis for AT LEAST 1 YEAR to be sure that this NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.

Although calm down! He gives your mind breaks periodically because 1- he doesn't know if that would ultimate mess with your head and 2- it's nice to hear YOU talk instead of the robotic version.

When that year FINALLY ends, you will be a much more obedient, more terrified, sweeter version of You, according to Vox, like a frightened Deer. It was a long and hard process, but the good thing is that you don't have to do anything anymore! absolutely! Just do what he tells you and everything will be fine.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Not one of the Best yanderes to have, but Def not the worst

[multi-fandom-imagine]

If your requests are still open may I request Adam, Alastor or Lucifer doesn't matter which taking care of sick reader? I'm sick rn, like can't breath though my nose and sore throat all that jazz

A/n: I AM SOERY FOR MISSING THIS! Tumblr never lets me know! I hope you feel better!

Adam:

"Shouldn't you be resting? Didn't I order you get someone else to do this shit?!" Adam didn't mean to snap but you were sick and yet here you were working.

Wrinkling his nose, he took a step towards you then lifted you onto his shoulders. A small squeak left your lips as the angel carried you off towards his room.

"Adam" you let out a small cough, too weak to struggle. "Put me down! I have to work"

Nearly tossing you on the bed, you let a groan burying your face into his pillow as he slipped into next to the spot next to you.

"Didn't you hear me? Someone else can do it." He muttered into your neck. "Now get some sleep, when you wake up I'll get someone to bring you some shit to make you feel better."

Alastor:

Stopping his show, Alastor slowly made his way towards the sound of the constant coughing. Gripping his cane tightly the demon opened his mouth until he saw who it was. It was a pathetic sight really.

You curled up into a small ball coughing away, tissues all around you. He could see shivers wracking your body.

'Idiot, he told you not to stay out, he told you this would happen.'

Part of him wanted to brag about it, to gloat to you but how could he really gloat to someone he...cared about. { that was something he was still getting used too }

Now hovering about you, Alastor let out a dramatic sigh he lifted you up in his arms. "Let's go so you can be back in tiptop shape."

Groaning, you nuzzled into his chest as you let out another cough. "T...thank you." Your voice raspy as your eyes slipped closed.

"Oh dear, you do not have to thank me."

Lucifer

The moment you mentioned to Lucifer that you weren't feeling well the man whisked you away to the bedroom. He did his best to make you as comfortable as possible, he couldn't have the one he loved being sick.

Sitting on the bed, he pouted fixing the cold press on your head. You were still feeling warm, he hated that, he hated seeing you sick.

Flinching from your cough, he sat down on the edge of the bed holding your hand gently. "Do you need anything to eat? Drink?....how about another blanket?"

Letting out a weak laugh, you did your best to give him a smile as you squeezed his hand gently. "Can you cuddle me?"

Lucifer's eyes went wide for a moment though his gaze softened as he nodded his head. "Anything for you."

[voxslays]

WHISKEY AND WINE

TLDR >>> Alastor x Reader; When a hyena-like sinner tries to hit on you, Alastor is there to save the day. Warnings >>> Alastor is maybe a bit possessive??, unestablished relationship, jealousy (from Alastor), a random demon hits on you.

Chaos. That’s all there was. At first, when Charlie suggested that you and your fellow hotel patrons go to a popular club in the downtown district of pride called ‘consent’, you didn’t think it would be half bad. Unfortunately, you were wrong. As soon as you arrived at the brightly lit discotheque Niffty ran off to who knows where—forcing Charlie and Vaggie to run off to catch her.

Pentious was looking as desperate and pathetic as ever in his attempts to woo Cherri—failing miserably. At the bar, was husk, slouched and leaning over the counter, and leaning on him was Angel…which left you and Alastor together. You had never minded Alastor, and at times, you could even go as far to say you liked him as a companion—but the way he looked at you tonight was uncanny.

You could feel him staring holes into the back of your head as you talked to some random hyena-like sinner who couldn’t take a hint. “Oh I’m sorry..but I really must be going back to my friends now.” Suddenly, you feel a sharp, clawed hand on your shoulder. When you look up, you see the one and only radio demon, who has decided to come to your rescue.

He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he turns to the sinner, his voice low and commanding and filled with disgust. "I believe they have had enough of your company for tonight." The overlord says sharply. “Aww c’mon man!” The hyena groans, almost as though he has forgotten the dangerous overlord infront of him. The demon grips your wrist and tries to pull you closer.

Alastor’s smile widens, showing off his sharp teeth, as his eyes dangerously narrow. "Enough.” Alastor says, his neck craning to the side as his eyes slowly become radio dials—similar to the ones on his signature radio. The static around you intensifies. “I’m sorry! Jesus!” You hear the hyena say in shock and fear. “Now shoo, you insolent wretch." He waves his clawed hand dismissively. The hyena, realizing who he's dealing with, quickly backs away, leaving you alone with Alastor.

“Thanks, Al.” You smile up at him appreciatively. The overlords usual stoic expression softens slightly at your smile. For a moment, you'd almost swear there was a hint of fondness in his gaze "Of course, my dear.” Alastor pauses for a moment. “Why don’t we head back to the hotel?” He asks, followed by a low ‘hmm?’ from the radio demon. “Sure.” You agree.

Alastor quickly walks over to a half-asleep husk. And damn, will he have a rough morning tomorrow. “Husker.” Alastor snaps his clawed red fingers, roughly commanding the cat demons attention. “My doe and I will be going back to the hotel early. Make sure everyone arrives back safely.” This gets a light grumble of acknowledgment from a very drunk Husk. “Wonderful.” Alastor walks back over to you, offering his arm. “Shall we?”

You graciously lock arms with the tall, red demon. The two of you stroll out of the flashy club and down the streets of pentagram city—all the way until you reach the now deserted hotel. It’s quiet inside as you unlock the doors and turn on the front lights, but it’s oddly peaceful. The two of you enter the hotel, the heavy doors shutting behind you with a thud. Alastor turns to lock them, ensuring no unwanted guests will be disturbing your peace tonight. He then turns to you, his red eyes glowing softly in the dim light of the lobby.

For a few moments, your eyes lock in a sensual way. Alastor’s eyes almost look as if they were clouded in desire. But that’s impossible…right? Since when has Alastor ever looked at you like that? Alastor's gaze lingers on yours for a prolonged moment, an uncharacteristic tenderness flickering across his usually stoic features. He clears his throat, breaking the intense eye contact. "Quite the night, wasn't it?"

“It was.” You smile happily. Alastor looks at you again, his expression unreadable underneath his smile. "I think I'll head up to my room, doe. It’s been an eventful evening." He starts to turn away, but pauses, his arm still locked with yours. “You should probably get some rest as well, my dear.” He suggests, although it seemed more like a demand and less like a friendly suggestion. “You’re right.” You yawn. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Alastor nods, his clawed hand gently squeezing your arm before releasing it. "Goodnight, then." He says softly, a flicker of something unidentifiable passing through his crimson eyes. You watch as he walks up the stairs and leaves you alone in the lobby. The only good thing about sleeping—in your mind—is that you’ll get to see Alastor sooner. You smile softly to yourself as you make your way to your bedroom, ready to do it all again.

[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Nicknames `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff, highkey suggestive but nothing explicit

Includes / Alastor , Lucifer , Husk , Vox , Charlie , Vaggie

| ALASTOR |

Darling, Dear and Dearest are his go to, the only names of endearment he uses in public period, even in the hotel its your name and this. On early morning or when he's feeling particularly soft in the sheets it's honey, or my heart. 'My heart' especially after fights, uses alot of possessive language 'My usually coming before any name.

| LUCIFER |

He usually goes for some sort of pun, especially if it's just like a regular day and you guys aren't doing anything. Things like 'whats cooking good lookin' ' or 'what's up, Buttercup?' Very cute and very silly. Besides that he usually defaults to Hun/Hon, or Honey, something just as sweet as you!

| HUSK |

So sad to tell you it's usually just a shorted version of your name, UNLESS he's drinking. He has to he pretty drunk but a few drinks in and he'll pull out Darlin' which is simple, but far far to effective in his sultry voice. Sometimes he uses it when your intimate as a little treat, he knows you go nuts for it, he doesn't get it personally but he does love the little blush you get when he pulls it out.

| VOX |

Also just a shortened name kind of guy, the closer you are the shorter your knick name gets until it's just the first letter of your name. In private however he's a little more vocally affectionate and likes to call you babe/baby and when he's gassing you up it's 'his star'.

| CHARLIE |

Like he dad she flips through a bunch, usually for comedic means or too relate to whatever your doing in that moment. Cooking? Hot stuff. Baking? Sweetie pie. Gardening? Flower. Doesn't use possessive nick names, or names that involve 'My.' It just, feels off to her? If you prefer names like those she will use them but by default it's just not language she uses.

| VAGGIE |

Unless you say anything she just uses your name or a shortened version of it, your her first partner alright she's not exactly use to the domestic lovey dovey stuff but she's willing to learn! Tell her you like a particular nick name and she's happy to use it. STRICTLY uses your name when you're intimate however, it feels more personal and romantic that way she feels.

[fizzybin]

Sweet baby

Warnings: Slightly innocent reader, she acts that way since vox always forces her to do so as a way to control her, mentions of masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, pet names, vox is a bit mean

Wc: 2.3k

A/n: thank you to anon for the beta read!

As you entered Vox's room, your fingers fiddled nervously with the soft rabbit plushie in your hands. The dimly lit space was quiet and peaceful, as Vox lay on his bed, exhausted from a long day. You could see that he had half-turned off his screen, a sign that he was actually trying to rest. A pang of guilt hit you as you approached him, knowing that you were about to disturb his well-deserved rest. But the desire to ask him something was too strong to ignore. You cautiously climbed onto the edge of the bed and tugged on the edge of his pants. "Daddy?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it only took a few seconds for his screen to reactivate with a soft hum in response.

As your nervousness grew, you crawled closer to him until you were practically in his lap. Your bunny plushie was left abandoned on the edge of the bed, forgotten in your anxiety. Vox let out an exasperated sigh and sat up, prompting you to finally speak. "Hurry up and speak," he grumbled impatiently.

“well..i wanted to ask you something…” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously. You leaned in close, the words trembling on your lips. Your voice was barely a whisper, filled with nervousness and hesitation. Your teeth anxiously gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you gathered the courage to ask your question.

Vox's face instantly darkened and his tone became curt. "What now? Out with it already," he snapped, arms tightly crossed in front of his chest as if to shield himself from the intrusion on his rare moment of relaxation. Clearly, he was not pleased about being interrupted.

Your words stumbled out in a jumbled mess, the nerves making it difficult to form a coherent sentence. You could feel your heart racing and your palms sweating as you attempted to get your question out. But it seemed to be caught in your throat, refusing to come out smoothly. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, before attempting once more: "Can you...um...um...can-?" Your voice quivered with anxiety, but you were determined to get your message across.

Vox lifted an eyebrow in amusement as he watched you struggle to form coherent words, a hint of pity in his expression. But his patience quickly wore thin, and he grew annoyed at your obvious anxiety. With a swift movement, he reached out and grasped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You have three seconds," he growled, his voice low and menacing, "to tell me what it is you want." The air around them crackled with tension as Vox's sharp eyes bore into yours, daring you to speak.

Your heart raced as you mustered up the courage to ask, "I want you to finger me - I just want to know how it feels." Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and you couldn't help but look away from him, your eyes scanning the ground for a distraction. Your body trembled with nervous anticipation as you waited for his response, unsure of how he would react to your bold request.

Vox's piercing gaze narrowed at your request, his mind working to grasp the full extent of what you were asking for. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned casually against the plush headboard. "And pray tell, why should I be so inclined to do this for you?" His voice was smooth and velvety, dripping with intrigue and curiosity.

“i'm not sure…” You hesitated, your voice barely a whisper as you avoided making eye contact. Your gaze wandered to the far corner of the room

A sly chuckle escaped from Vox's throat at your response, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You don't know?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer, commanding your attention. "Look at me when you speak, little girl," he demanded with a hint of menace, waiting for you to comply before continuing to speak. The intensity of his gaze made you feel vulnerable and exposed, like a small bird caught in the clutches of a predator.

A small, pitiful whimper escaped your lips as you glanced back at him, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment for having made such a request. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and longing, unsure of how he would react to your vulnerability.

A smug smirk spreads across Vox's lips as he takes in the desperation in your eyes. He relishes in the power he holds over you, knowing that you are completely under his control. "That's better," he taunts, savoring the way his words make you squirm. "You want me to finger you, huh? And what makes you think you deserve such pleasure from me?" His voice is laced with arrogance and dominance as he leans closer, his breath hot against your skin. Every word he speaks sends a shiver down your spine, both enticing and terrifying at the same time.

“I’ve been a good girl…a-and- um..”

Vox scoffs, a mischievous glint in his eye as he feigns amusement at your reply. "Being a good girl? That's the best you can come up with?" His voice is smooth and dripping with arrogance as he leans forward, his face only inches from yours. He challenges you with a sly grin, taunting, "You think simply doing something that is required of you entitles you to my fingers in your pussy?" The air between you crackles with tension, his words teasing and provocative like a dance.

“not…sure I’m sorry I just wanted to ask..”

Vox grins, knowing he's thrown you off balance.

A sinister smirk curls on Vox's lips, his eyes glinting with a playful danger. ""What do you want, little girl?" he taunts, knowing he has thrown you off balance. His voice drips with confidence and power, daring you to make a move. "You want my fingers inside you? Use your words and say it. Ask properly." He challenges, his gaze never leaving yours as if daring you to make your move. A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins as you stare back at him, trying to regain your composure and come up with the right words to please him.

“can you please finger me daddy? I wanna feel them inside of me, even if you’re claws scratch I wanna feel…them inside me”

Vox growls at your request, gripping you harder. "You think you can handle that, little girl?” He asks, his voice low and husky. “You want to feel my claws inside you?"

you nodded your head “please sir..”

The soft hum of Vox's voice fills the room, causing shivers to run down your spine. As he pulls up your nightgown, you realize with a jolt that you are not wearing any underwear, making his growl deepen in approval. "Such a good girl," he coos, placing one of his sharp claws against your lips. "Open up," he commands, his voice dripping with desire and authority. The anticipation and excitement pool in the pit of your stomach as you eagerly comply

Vox smirks, pleased by your compliance. "That's it. Good girl." He says, rubbing his claw against your lips before slowly sliding it inside your mouth, before taking it out and pressing his finger against your clit

A small, involuntary whimper escaped your lips as the sensation washed over you. The pressure was intense but in the best possible way, igniting your sensitive bundle of nerves. Each touch felt like a spark of electricity, shooting through your body and leaving you breathless with pleasure. You couldn't help but let out another soft moan as the pleasure continued to build within you.

Vox's grin widens at your reaction, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Do you enjoy this, little girl?" He purrs, pressing down harder as he begins to move his finger in slow, deliberate circles. “Does my touch make you feel good?” You nod, resting your head against his shoulder for support, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through you.

"Yes, daddy," you whisper breathlessly, your body trembling with pleasure and anticipation.

Vox's deep, rumbling chuckle fills the room with your words. "Good girl," he says in a low, husky voice, his finger slowly trailing away from your lips and towards his mouth. You watch with fascination as he licks it clean, his tongue gliding over the tip before he lets out a satisfied hum.

"Please," you whine, your body trembling with anticipation and desire for more of his touch. Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it echoes in the quiet room, filling the space with an unspoken plea for him to continue

Vox's eyebrow arched in amusement at your request, his lips curling into a sly grin. "Oh?" he responded, pressing two fingers against you again. "You want more?" The sensation caused you to rut yourself against his hand, letting out a soft moan. "Mhm," you replied breathlessly, unable to control the pleasure he was giving you.

A mischievous grin spreads across Vox's face as he listens to the sounds of your pleasure. "Look at you, so eager and desperate," he taunts.

You beg for him to fill you up, your voice trembling with need.

Vox chuckles darkly as he slides his fingers inside you, savoring each small gasp and moan that escapes your lips. He keeps a slow pace, teasing and tantalizing, until you're writhing beneath him. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks with a smirk.

Vox's fingers slide in and out of you, their movements calculated and skillful. They leave a trail of warmth and pleasure in their wake, making you arch and tremble with each touch.

Vox's fingers feel like fire against your skin, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery touch that leaves you trembling with desire.

Vox's fingers feel like magic inside of you, exploring every inch of your inner walls with precision and skill. Your body responds, arching and trembling in pleasure, as if it has a mind of its own.

His voice echoed through the room with a deep rumble, sending shivers down your spine. As his fingers moved in and out of you, his amusement seemed to bounce off the walls, taunting you with each touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, and it felt like he knew exactly how to push you to the brink of desire. His words were a potent mix of pleasure and mockery, making you feel both desired and pathetic. Despite this, you couldn't help but arch and moan as his fingers worked their magic inside you.

"Why did it take so long for you to ask for this?" He teases, his words laced with amusement. "I've heard you whisper my name in the shower, before bed...pleasuring yourself like a desperate little thing." With each precise movement of his fingers, your body trembles with pleasure. "It's quite pathetic," he adds with a smirk.

You let out a whine, struggling to keep your voice from turning into a moan as his fingers pushed deeper inside you. He looked down at you, his fingers expertly curling and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “What are you afraid of, my little one?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His gaze was intense, searching for any signs of fear or doubt. “Do you think I’d ever hurt you?” he whispered, as his thumb caressed your trembling thigh.

You dug your fingers into his broad shoulders, pleasure pulsing through your body as he hit just the right spot inside of you. "Daddy," you moaned, unable to form coherent thoughts as pleasure overwhelmed you. "I didn't think you'd want to touch me like this...I thought you'd find it disgusting." You gasped as he continued to expertly pleasure you, losing yourself in the moment and the safety of his arms.

Vox pauses his ministrations for a moment, leaning in to press a heated, overly intense kiss against your lips. The warmth of his breath brushes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he breaks the kiss to let his tongue glide over your lips. "You could never be disgusting, angel," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "You are the purest thing in this while tower”

You nod your head, unable to form words as he resumes his movements, never really stopping his skilled touch on your body. His fingers move faster and faster, adding a third digit inside of you as he watches your reactions closely. "Do you like that, my angel?" Vox asks, his deep voice filled with satisfaction and arousal.

You nod slowly, unable to form coherent words as Vox leans in closer, his hot breath brushing against your lips. He licks over your parted lips before deepening the kiss, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of your mouth. As he moans into the kiss, his hand continues its relentless movements, sending shivers down your spine. "my sweet baby?" His voice is husky and seductive as he whispers the question against your lips.

You nodded your head not able to make out words Vox leans in again, licking over your lips before kissing you deeply. He moans in your mouth, tongue moving around yours. all the while his hand doesn't stop moving. "Do you want more babydoll?"

Unable to contain your pleasure, soft whimpers and moans escape your lips as you beg for more. "Please," you gasp out, your voice trembling with desire.

Vox's free hand reaches up, tangling in your hair and pulling on it forcefully. "What is it that you want, my sweet angel?" he growls, his words dripping with lust. His skilled fingers continue to work their magic, relentlessly stimulating your g-spot.

"Do you want my cock filling you up?" Vox taunts, his breath hot against your ear. "Or do you crave the touch of my tongue inside your tight little cunt?" The thought of either option sends shivers down your spine and only adds to the building tension between your bodies.

“Can I have both ?”

He laughs once more, "you're such a greedy little slut. But who am I to refuse you?"

[ohproserpine]

for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

[alastorsshade]

The lights to the living room flicker on just as the front door creaks open. The shadows fleeing away to reveal a slender, tall man shrouded in a muted brown cloak. His pointed, slightly upturned nose scrunches up in mild surprise as he stands red handed in the doorway. His hands still tinged with red from his latest kill despite his best attempt at cleaning them off in the bayou water.

“Where were you?” A similarly built women sits petitely in her favored arm chair. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed disapprovingly. She lets the silence speak for her as she watches her dear friend skirm underneath her gaze.

Like always Alastor manages to micromanage his expression, keeping up his smile while his eyebrows adopt a concerned tilt to them. “Why Helen, what could you possibly be doing up at this ungodly hour. I simply must insist you go to bed.” He clicks his tongue in admonishment as if he had any ground to stand on.

“Funny. Seeing as you have work in about” Her eyes flicker over to the clock, moving far too quickly to actually read it. She had already been staring at it for the past few hours, willing it to tick faster while she waited for his return.

“Oh three hours give or take.” With a look of a women on a mission, she rouses from her seat, stalking towards her housemate like the devil himself.

Alastor for his part stands still, his mind racing for an excuse she would find acceptable. Already knowing there was none. He has always admired her wit but now it was putting him in a rather difficult spot. At the last minute, he attempts to rebuild the distance between them only for her hand to snatch his wrist.

The sudden movement almost causes him to lash out on reflex, but at the last moment he aborts the action, freezing up instead like a deer caught in the headlights.

His mama had raised a gentlemen.

“Alastor. Look at me.” Her voice- surprisingly gentle- startles him out of whatever trance he was in. When he first comes back to his senses, he realizes his hands were shaking. He can’t seem to stop them.

The second thing he notices is how Helen is gripping his hands tightly. There was no possible way she didn’t feel the remaining tackiness from the leftover blood now. Why she hadn’t already ran off to the fuzz was beyond him.

Once again Helen’s voice cuts through his thoughts. This time sounding a bit more strained. “Is this your blood?”

He doesn’t bother to ask her for clarification already knowing what she was referring to. His response nearly automatic. “No.” Later on he would vehemently deny how meek he sounded.

“Good.” A simple one word answer had never sounded more sweet yet he found himself reeling from it all the same.

His brows scrunching up as his smile dims in his befuddlement. “Good? Aren’t you going to ask who it belongs to?” He didn’t actually want her to, but none of the scenarios running through his head lined up with what was happening now.

Helen for her part opened her mouth, but asked a different question entirely. Completely throwing off the script. “Did they deserve it?”

He wasn’t used to being the one left speechless but in that moment he could only utter, “Yes.” The part of him that wasn’t still reeling from this sudden turn of events, fully invested in seeing where this was going.

She nodded as if this was all just a socially acceptable conversation and they weren’t discussing murder. “Did anyone see you?”

“No.” He once again answers without hesitation.

“And did you take care of the evidence?” She added a tad bit more urgent, looking fully ready to hide the body of Alastor’s latest kill.

“Yes.” He would never be so sloppy.

For once she forgoes etiquette and shrugs unladylike. “Then, I don’t care. Go get cleaned and I’ll make a fresh pot of coffee.”

His legs moved without him noticing with him trailing up the stairs before Helen called out to him softly as if her voice was whispered by the shadows scaling up the walls and wasn’t projected from her own vocal cords. “Oh and Alastor…”

He stilled, waiting for her to continue. Expecting her to finally have come to her senses and tell him to get out.

The house was under his name, but he would leave if that’s what she wanted. It would be far more ideal then having her report him.

“We’re going tk have to discuss this if it’s going to become a habit.” Yet again her words surprise him, keeping him on his toes. Although he was sure he would grow fond of these instances if he was given the chance to.

“Of course, dear.”

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Fun fact: I wrote this while wearing my new light up hello kitty headphones, it really fit the mood lol

Fuzz - slang for police

Yes, Helen is supposed to be the name of Alastor shadow when they were human because I couldn’t help myself with the irony considering the name means light and it was a popular name in the 1920’s.

Yes, I already have a whole backstory in my mind for Alastor’s shadow even though canonly the shadow probably doesn’t have one or was never human to begin with but the idea still lives rent free in my mind.

Yes, if you read my other drabbles the shadow only uses he/they pronouns, but in this drabble they still only go by she/her pronouns. It isn’t until after they die and go to hell that they start to go by their current pronouns.

[aislinceivun]

Daily VoxAl Drabbles #151 (full collection here)

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Vox hates summer.

It’s not the heat: he has perfect control over his body temperature these days. But Alastor…

Alastor is sprawled out on Vox’s cool body in nothing but his underwear. He’s sluggish (cute) and sweaty (hot!)… and he smacks the wandering hand that dares to squeeze his fuzzy deer ass (devastating). “No! You know the rules.”

Vox whines. Last year, they didn’t fuck all summer. Sex is always a coin toss with Al, but he flat-out refuses to work up more sweat during heatwaves.

Sighing, Vox dutifully drops his hand.

At least he’s rewarded with a little kiss.