#alastor x reader

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

Imagine: You're a sinner at the Hotel. You're rather stone-faced and don't react to much. Alastor tries everything to get under your skin and finds the one thing that gets you to respond is compliments. You get flustered and awkward and he finds it funny. So everytime he sees you he compliments you and eventually the stupid deer man pavlovs himself into thinking of nice things about you all the time

[redfoxwritesstuff]

AN: What's this?! A misD AU?! For the crown jewel of Summer Smash?! And it's TWO PARTS?! Who loves you guys? That's right, I do. New readers! This is a AU of the long fic: A Misdemeanor Of the Heart. You don't have to have read the fic to read this.

Summery: The goddesses of the fates pull the strings as you prepare for a late night picnic with the man you love behind your husband's back. Would it be too much to ask to finally share a pie with Alastor?

CW: Period typical racism, adultery, stalking, L being L

You were always one that tracked the passage of time with the changing of the seasons. Everything had a season after all, and their passage often went unnoticed. That was true for life just as it was for the year.

Spring came with a new acquaintance and with him, a new business opportunity for Laurence. You thought nothing of the man brought into your home until he forced his way into your mind, like a seed planted in early spring.

The spring passed in a whirlwind of diminishing resistance and new life, springing forth from the seeds planted. This surprised you, but that was to be expected. Seeds wanted to grow and it didn’t matter that you hadn’t noticed Alastor planting the seeds in your heart.

You were a good woman. A godly woman. From the moment you said “I do.” you had been devoted to your husband and the act of being a wife. Of course, you didn’t notice the seed of Alastor in your mind, let alone in your heart.

That devotion to your husband didn’t end when his harsh words turned into harsher blows. It didn’t end even when his blows left dark bruises and deep wounds inside you that you couldn’t really understand.

It was only when Alastor showed up in your life that you questioned what you’d said “I do.” to and what your life could have been like. His warm brown eyes and smile that could light up your darkest days brought your walls down, from the moment he joined your household for dinner to talk business with your husband to the first stolen kiss.

In a few short months, that seed he planted in your heart grew. He nurtured it with soft touches and sweet, stolen moments. In time, that seed grew into a lovely flower as you stole kisses and afternoons from your life.

You went from devoted wife to an adulteress, justifying your actions with the pain your husband rained down on you. It was an excuse, you knew that, and no justification for the sins you committed.

You clung to your excuses and justification as Alastor’s kisses turned heated. His touches turned greedy, but oh, how you longed for those touches.

With Laurence, your husband, you only knew pain. It was Alastor that taught you that there could be anything other than pain. There was pleasure to be had, but Laurence wouldn’t give it to you. For so many years of your life, you thought love and wedded bliss was nothing but a painful lie.

Alastor taught you that a man’s touch not only didn’t have to hurt but that it could feel good. There was pleasure in it. Each touch of his hands left you longing for more, longing to give yourself to him in the way a wife should only give herself to her husband.

All you had to do was be patient and wait. That was something you’d grown good at. You’d do your cleaning and keep an eye on the apple tree at the back of your property, waiting for the tall, lean form of the man you loved to step out of the shadows to steal more moments from your marriage.

When you saw him, you wasted no time going to his side. You wouldn’t give up a single second of your stolen moments with him. Once that seed sprouted, you never failed to go to his side. Sure, while the roots of him were growing deeper into your heart, you would hesitate, but you always ended up going to him.

“Cher?” Alastor was quick to wrap you in his arms and pull you into the shadows behind the tree.

“He’s gone,” you whispered, looking up at him as if he hung the very moon in the sky. To you, he had. There was no moon or sun in your life before Alastor. There was nothing before Alastor at all, except darkness and pain. “Working.”

“He’ll be gone overnight,” Alastor leaned forward, kissing the tip of your nose. “Told Mimzy he’s going to be doing a long run out of town tonight. Won’t be back until sometime tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to go?” Your nerves hummed with the excitement of having Alastor’s undivided attention for so long.

“I do,” Alastor said, holding you to him tightly. “I’ve got to be on air tonight but after, could I interest the most beautiful lady in the city in meeting me in the clearing in the forest behind her house to watch the stars and share some drinks? Perhaps share a little more?”

“Oh, Alastor.” You couldn't deny the way your heart beat for him. When he looked at you, it felt like you were the most beautiful flower, shining in the sun of his smile. “That’s so romantic.”

“I try,” he laughed, rich and warm. “You’re worth the effort.”

What a concept. Alastor thought you were worth putting effort into wooing. He thought you were worth loving. He thought you were worth cherishing.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too.” It was the sacred secret shared between you. Until the day someone finally killed your husband, the love that the both of you shared couldn’t ever be allowed to see the light of day.

It would, in good time. Until then, you would cherish this little thing that had grown with the warming of spring and it would shine in the light Alastor brought with him.

It would be enough, for now. It would be enough for as long as it needed to be.

“Laurence,” Mr. Goldwyn stood, looking at his friend and longtime neighbor from across the room. “Have you seen what you hoped to see?”

Laurence sat in Mrs. Goldwyn’s sewing room for the last three hours, looking out the window that overlooked their back garden. From the sewing room window, the back yard of the Latimer residence could also be observed.

Laurence always intended to add trees to the garden in order to buy them privacy from their neighbors. He ran out of money long before getting to that task, leaving the Goldwyn residence to have a clear view of the comings and goings of the backyard.

It started with a hunch.

Boards shifted and shrubbery that seemed to be parted, suggesting someone or something making a trail. He thought perhaps it was his wife, sneaking out to spend his money.

Then, as her mood improved and her reactions to his fists became more animated, he thought it was a lover she was sneaking out to see. That damned radio host seemed to always be around, running into you while you were doing your shopping or speaking to you on the street.

At first, Laurence thought your tastes were at least better than someone like Alastor. He never expected that you’d be as careless as to meet on the property he paid for.

But of course, he couldn’t expect intelligence from a dirty man like Alastor. His kind were not good for their brains. They were good for the labor their bodies could produce.

The fact that his potential value was wasted away sitting behind a radio microphone irritated Laurence more and more each day. Alastor took the place that belonged to any respected radio talent.

Just because he kept his skin light enough that most of the people around the city could look the other way and pretend to forget what dirty bitch birthed him didn’t mean Laurence would forgive.

It was only a man like Alastor that would have the gull to try and steal from him.

Alastor whistled as he walked down the sidewalk. The radio station didn’t predate the automobile but still, it was a bit of a walk from where he could park his car to the entrance. It was designed that way to ensure the respectable appearance remained even as the world around it became more and more modern.

It, like everything Alastor loved, kept that classic look while still moving forward. On his way in, he leaned forward and took the time to smell the dark red buds of the roses on the bushes that flanked the sidewalk.

Tonight, after his show, he decide he would pick a few of those buds for you. It wasn’t likely you’d be able to take the risk of bringing them home with you, he knew that. At the very least you would be able to enjoy the blooms for a few hours as he held you, watching the stars as they shone above.

Or perhaps, he would watch the stars as they shone reflected in your eyes. Would he be able to see them as he brought you to the heights of pleasure, or would your eyes only reflect Alastor’s selfish desire back at him?

Would his growing awareness of his own need drive him to move beyond his currently held limits? Would the sound his his name on your lips as your body writhed under his hands drive him into sinking within you, taking you in the one way he swore he wouldn’t until you were free of that disgusting failure of a husband?

Alastor wanted to believe he was above the physical needs that ruled his peers. For most of his life, he was. Now that he met you though? It was getting more and more difficult.

From the street, while Alastor debated if he would lay with another man’s wife tonight, Laurence watched. Red rimmed eyes tracked every move Alastor made. Fingers clenched around the amber bottle in his hand, half empty though new less than a week ago, as Alastor leaned forward to sniff the disgusting buds of flowers.

“Idiot,” Laurence said.

If the man had any wits about him, he’d know the buds had no scent.

There were few things you were truly proud of when it came to your homemaking abilities. You were an adequate cook and a decent baker. You kept the home clean and could play some music.

All in all, you were a good choice for a wife, in most of society’s opinions.

None of that really sparked pride in you.

Apples always held a fond place in your heart. As a child, you’d sat under the apple trees at your family orchard, hiding under the canopy of leaves and flowers as you worked away at your studies.

Your mother sat with you under the trees many days, reading stories of love and fantasy as you drew pictures or made crowns of flowers to adorn her head.

When you were wed to Laurence, your father asked you what you wished for a wedding gift, if you could have anything. He told you to dream selfishly, when you asked for something small, well within their means.

“If I may have anything,” you told him, “then I’d like the apple tree mother and I sat under.”

He laughed at your request, and you knew it was a childish dream.

At least, you’d thought it was a childish dream.

The honeymoon with Laurence took you to the city where confusing sights and new sounds did little to distract you from the painful ache between your legs or the way your lip swelled from the sudden slap he delivered when you didn’t make his coffee to his liking.

After three long weeks, you were faced with the reality that coming home did not mean returning to the orchard. Instead, Laurence took you to a property in a rather nice district of the city. The houses were large and looked over sizable plots, at least by city standards.

Nothing about it felt like home, when Laurence pushed you into the home. It was cold, something you didn’t expect considering all the rich wood tones throughout the home.

“It’s nice,” you’d said.

“It’ll do,” your husband didn’t even look at you when he talked. “I’ll modernize it. Take the floors up and replace them with something lighter.”

“I like the cherry-”

Laurence killed your words with the back of his hand. The pain that exploded through your face was sharper than the sound of skin meeting skin.

“Don’t talk back!” he yelled.

“I wasn’t meaning to?” In a few short minutes you felt two inches tall as he shoved you against the wall. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to understand where you went wrong. “I’m sorry.”

“Get started on dinner,” Laurence ordered. “I’ve got to make sure my office is in order.”

It was when you stepped into the kitchen that you saw the envelope first, your name penned neatly in your father’s practiced hand. Opening it, you found a letter that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright, after all. You just needed to learn how to be a better wife.

“My darling daughter,

Six months ago, I asked you what you would like for a wedding gift, if you could have anything, knowing I could not give you the world. Instead of asking for something extravagant, you asked for a tree. It brought me much joy and relief that you did, for when you were a girl only on the cusp of womanhood, I took a cutting from the tree you and your mother favored so.

I grafted it upon the root of another and tended to it in secret. While I cannot uproot your original tree for you, with your husband’s blessing, I planted this tree born of the branch of the tree I planted for your mother when we wed on your property.

Do forgive the placement, Laurence wished to keep the garden open. May you find love with your husband in the shelter of it’s branches, just as it nurtured the love in our family for all these years.”

When you looked up out the window, you saw it. It wasn’t terribly tall, though it was taller than you. Each branch was thin but over the years, it grew taller and stronger, quickly becoming a respectable tree and the jewel of your garden, in your opinion.

It was your husband’s opinion that the tree was an eyesore, littering the grass with it’s fruits and drawing pests to the yard. At times, when you failed to pick the fruit up in time, he would threaten to cut the tree down and use it for firewood.

That was when you mastered the art of canning apples. You’d make jars and jars of apple sauce that would stretch your harvest through the cold season but what you were most proud of was the filling for apple pies you’d learned to put up.

It wasn’t as good as when you made it fresh but right now, it was spring and the last of the apple harvest was long used up. It would be a while yet, before there would be fresh apples on the tree.

Your father had gifted you this part of your childhood refuge with the hope that your love for your husband would grow with it. That wasn’t what ended up happening.

Still, you smiled at the tree. It was still a refuge of love, it just had to wait a while before it found the lovers it was meant to shelter.

There was no way your father could have known what marriage or life had in store for you, but you believed everything happened for a reason. God had a plan for each and every person’s lives and you had to have faith.

It didn’t matter if you didn’t understand. It didn’t matter if things didn’t seem like they would be his plan. What mattered was that the tree was placed perfectly to obscure the view of the opening in the fence that Alastor used to slip into your yard. What mattered was that the tree was where you and Alastor hid notes, knowing Laurence would never come out so far into the yard.

What mattered was that it was placed perfectly to be your refuge.

That first dinner you shared with Alastor, you’d made an apple pie and he hadn’t gotten a chance to taste it. No one ate dessert that night and in Laurence’s anger at Alastor, he threw the pie out after throwing the man himself out.

Tonight felt special. Tonight was special.

Tonight, you’d bring a small pie to share with Alastor, sitting under the stars.

Laurence stood in the alley, watching Alastor as he walked from the station. His heart pounded so hard in his chest he was sure it was going to break his ribs. It would have been painful, if not for the medication he took to treat his back.

“Alastor?”

He watched as Alastor’s shoulders rolled back and his chest rose and fall with a deep breath. The smile he seemed to always wear spread wider as he turned to face Laurence.

“That’s Mr. Moreau to you, Laurence.”

“Right, right.” Laurence draped an arm around Alastor’s shoulders, trying to guide him toward the alley.

“Can I help you?” Alastor planted his feet before the darkness swallowed him.

“I wanted to discuss the terms of our deal.” Laurence laughed as if it was some sort of joke.

“The terms of our deal are already set,” Alastor said. “You’ve gotten your loan and if you fail to make your payments, I get a new car.”

“You say that,” Laurence leaned in to speak directly in Alastor’s ear. “And yet should I not be charging you for use of my wife?”

“I beg your pardon?” Alastor’s voice was calm but Laurence saw the way the muscle jumped as he clenched his teeth.

“This is a rather… distasteful topic, wouldn’t you say?” Laurence sneered at Alastor before tilting his head to the side, motioning toward the alley. “Shall we step off the street to discuss it?”

“There isn’t anything to discuss.” Alastor’s shoulders tensed.

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I desperately need an Epic: The Musical Au 😭 with Alastor being gone for those seven years and wifey having to fend off suitors because she KNOWS her husband wouldn't leave her like this. Bonus points: Vox is the one trying the hardest to get wifey

[queenofmorningstar]

The Wife of My Enemy is My Wife

Alastor x Singer! Wife Reader x Vox

Summary: How did you even get into this mess?

CW:  Angst, Fluff, No Smut in This part

Word Count: 3.3K

CHAPTER TWO

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| Epilogue

Seven years later…Present Day

The first thing Vox noticed when his systems flickered online was the absence of heat beside him. The mattress was cold on your side and untouched for hours. His screen flickered faintly in irritation, because his daily routine only started when he saw your face in the morning.

With a clipped sigh, Vox swung his legs over the side of the bed and began dressing. By the time he stepped into the hallway, his mood had already narrowed into a tight, simmering line. His assistant, Ethan, was waiting, tablet in hand.

“Where is my wife?” Vox’s voice was deceptively calm, but the low static undercurrent was enough to make Ethan freeze for half a second.

“I–uh—” Ethan cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but Vox’s face. “Sir, she—uh—madam had some urgent work today... she was up early… in your office.”

Vox’s steps echoed sharply against the polished floor. The glass doors to his office slid open, revealing you at the centre of the room, fingers flicking gracefully through the holographic screens surrounding you. Charts, live feeds, and streams of Hell’s news spun around like a halo of neon light.

He didn’t pause. His long arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest. “Care to explain why you abandoned me?” His voice was half pout, half mock-accusation, the flat-screen showing an exaggerated frown.

You smiled without looking up, your fingertips still dancing across data feeds. “I’m sorry, love. There was a deal I couldn’t let slip by. You’d have taken it too.”

He hummed low in his chest, clearly not pleased but not willing to press yet. “You could’ve at least woken me up,” he muttered.

“I’d rather not fight your morning mood,” you teased, finally turning your head to meet his gaze.

He smirked faintly. “Mm, fair enough.”

Pulling back, he offered his arm in a grand gesture, as if the two of you were heading to some glittering gala rather than down the hall. You rolled your eyes but slipped your arm through his anyway, letting him escort you toward the door.

“So,” he drawled as you walked, “what’s your schedule today?”

You hooked your arm through his, letting him lead you past the doors. As you spoke…listing meetings, calls, and appearances, he immediately frowned. “No lunch together? Really?”

You rose on your toes and gave him a quick kiss. “Dinner date, remember? I’ll make it worth your while.”

The static on his display softened into a lazy smirk. “Deal.” With a final squeeze of your hand, he peeled away, striding down the hall.

*

Vox had arrived at the meeting hall earlier than necessary. The stillness left too much room for thought, and his mind slipped backward, into the flickering reel of memory.

He could see you as clearly as if it were yesterday. Back then, his head had been a chunky CRT, the glow less sharp, the signal sometimes fuzzy…but your image had always come through in perfect resolution. 

There was one dress in particular—dark silk with a fitted waist and a bias-cut skirt which you would stop to admire every time you passed that shop window on the corner of Waylust Avenue. It was expensive. Not impossible, but cruelly out of reach for people still clawing their way upward.

He’d wanted something from that shop too...a suit sharp enough to make an impression, something that would make people take him seriously. But back then, Alastor had vanished, and Vox was left scrambling, learning every dirty trick of the game alone. He was barely making any progress toward overlord status, scavenging deals, taking risks, and bluffing his way through boardrooms he had no business being in.

It had taken him a month—long nights, tight corners, deals he’d rather forget but eventually, he’d scraped together enough to buy that dress. He’d wrapped it in paper himself and presented it to you on Sinsmas, watching your face as you unfolded the box.

The smile you gave him that day had been… blinding. Not the polite, practiced kind people wear at parties, but one that lit from the inside. It was dangerous, that smile. Dangerous because he wanted to see it again and again, no matter what it cost him.

You’d laughed then, bright and easy and pulled out your own package. Inside was the exact suit he’d been eyeing for months. He’d been doubly surprised, not just at the gift, but at the way you’d been watching him, noticing the same way he’d been noticing you. The two of you had worn them that night, walking arm-in-arm through the city.

He remembered those quieter days, when things were simpler, when he’d drop by your place just to see you, no grand reason. How your fingers would tap lightly on the counter or your pen, your voice slipping into a soft hum. Sometimes, if he was lucky and close enough, those hums bloomed into actual singing.

Not that it lasted.

Every time he thought he might hear a whole verse, you’d cut it off abruptly. Like a light switched off. Like you’d caught yourself doing something you weren’t supposed to.

It puzzled him. The first few times, he let it slide. One evening, when The Vees had finally started to take shape and he was feeling just bold enough to test the waters, he’d leaned against your doorframe with that confident tilt of his head and asked, “You know,” he’d said casually, leaning in the doorway, “you’ve got a nice voice.”

Your head had shot up instantly. “You were listening?”

He had smirked. “Hard not to. You’re… good. You should sing for me sometime.”

But instead of amusement, he saw something flicker across your expression—sharp, guarded, and painfully fleeting. “No.” It wasn’t sharp or rude. Just final.

The abruptness had made him pause, straightening slightly.

“Vox,” you said softly, looking at him like you wanted him to understand, “it’s not you. I just… can’t.”

He’d nodded slowly, the urge to press still strong but stronger than that was the thought of making you feel cornered. “Hey, it’s fine. Forget I said anything. But… if you ever do want to tell me why, I’ll listen. No judgment.”

Your lips curved in a small, grateful smile. “I know.”

And that was it. You’d gone back to whatever you were doing, and he’d let the matter drop, at least out loud. But he never forgot the look in your eyes that day.

Then, as the weeks blurred into months and Vox and you grew closer, far closer than just friends, there came the night of your first kiss.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t staged for drama like one of his broadcasts. You were standing in his office, and his hand lingered on your cheek longer than it should have. One moment you were looking into his eyes, the next his mouth was on yours, warm, eager, tasting faintly of expensive whiskey.

When he pulled back, he expected—no, wanted to see you smiling the way he was. But instead, you looked… guilty.

Vox froze, his hands hovering near your waist. Shit… did I screw this up? “…Was that… not okay?” he asked, voice quieter than usual. His screen dimmed, a rare show of uncertainty.

You shook your head quickly. “No—no, Vox. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why do you look like…?” 

You took a deep breath. “Because… I’ve been here before.”

Vox tilted his head. “…Explain?”

You hesitated, eyes distant. “I had a husband… when I was alive. I loved him—truly. I used to sing for him all the time. It was… our thing.�� Your voice cracked slightly. “After he died, I stopped singing. Couldn’t bring myself to. And when I got here, I searched everywhere for him. Every back alley, every dark corner of Hell. But I never found him.”

The hum from Vox’s body dropped into a deep, dangerous pitch. “So he’s here,” Vox growled, “and just hiding from you? Or is he some rat bastard trying to—”

“Vox.” You cut him off gently, your hand brushing his. “I don’t even know if he’s here, in this circle…though Pride was his thing. And… that’s not the point.”

His screen dimmed slightly, still brimming with frustration.

“The thing is… lately… when I’m with you…” You bit your lip, eyes glistening. “…I feel the will to sing again. Like I did back then. And that terrifies me, because….what if I don’t deserve that? What if it’s not fair to you?”

Vox stared at you for a long moment, and for once, he didn’t have a snappy comeback. Instead, he pulled you against him, arms locking around you in a rare, unguarded embrace.

“Baby, listen to me,” he murmured, voice quieter than you’d ever heard. “I don’t care about before. I don’t care about him. All I care about is right now. And right now, I’m asking you—begging you—please… let me love you.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Vox—”

“Please,” he interrupted, voice quieter now but just as intense. “…Let me love you. I swear I’ll do it right.”

It hadn’t been easy.

Hell never handed out happy endings—least of all to people like him. But Vox had never been afraid of a challenging path. Obstacles only made him dig in deeper, climb harder, and cling tighter when he reached the top.

Vox smirked faintly. “Lucky bastard,” he muttered to himself, remembering the day you said yes, not just to him, but to everything that came with him.

The wedding hadn’t been some grand overlord spectacle, though Vox could’ve arranged that with a snap of his fingers. No, it was private, exclusive, just the way you wanted it. A quiet rooftop overlooking Pentagram City.

He recalled the dress too; since it was white with splashes of ruby red gems that looked like blood. Fitting, since this was hell. He remembered sliding the sapphire ring (not too gaudy) onto your finger. “Can’t believe you’re actually saying yes to me.”

You had tilted your head, amused. “You wore me down.”

________________________

You stepped out into the bustling streets of Pentagram City, the hum of neon signs flickering overhead, Hell’s perpetual twilight giving everything a sharp, cinematic glow.

Though you could indulge in the occasional shopping spree, Vox usually taking you, since they need to put a ‘perfect image to the public’, there was something about the tailor’s work that kept you coming back since you manifested in Hell. The stitches were cleaner, the fabric richer, the fit precise in a way no mass-produced piece could ever match.

The bell above the door chimed as you stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of pressed fabric and faint perfume from the seamstress who always fussed over you. The walls were lined with rolls of silk, satin, and velvet, some dyed in colours you’d never even seen when you were alive.

“Ah, my star client,” the tailor cooed, bustling out from the back with a tape measure around her neck. “Collecting that dress from last month?”

You smiled faintly, running your fingers over a bolt of deep crimson fabric. “Yes, and I would like to browse for another fabric while at it.”

As the tailor disappeared into the back to fetch swatches, you found your gaze wandering to the street outside, catching on your posters.

You thought back to the days when the very idea of singing in front of others had made your chest tighten. How even alone, your voice would falter after a few notes, the ghost of old grief choking the rest.

Vox had been patient, irritatingly so at times.

He never pushed too hard, just… left the door open. A gentle “You’d sound amazing if you tried” here, a quiet “I’d love to hear you” there. And slowly, the thought of singing again stopped hurting. Slowly, you began to want it. By then, music in Hell had changed. You adored all the genres. 

When you finally felt confident enough, Vox had managed to book you a spot—prime stage, prime crowd. You weren’t naïve; you knew doors like that didn’t just open for newcomers. He’d made sure yours did.

And while you were grateful, there was a stubborn part of you that wanted to stand on your own. The night before the performance, you made him promise that he’d never help you like that again.

You wanted the crowd to like you because you’d astounded them, not because you were with Vox.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the shop bell chimed, announcing another customer.

You barely glanced up, just enough to note a tall figure in a sharply tailored red suit, hair the exact same shade. Bold choice, but not uncommon in Hell. Your gaze drifted back to the bolts of fabric before you.

It wasn’t until he spoke that the air in your lungs stilled.

“Greetings, dear!” the voice crackled, underlined by a faint hiss of static. “It seems some degenerate has decided my coat should suffer an untimely… shredding.”

The tailor, who’d long since lost the ability to be intimidated by anyone, merely chuckled. “Sit tight, Alastor. I’ll have it looking brand new in five minutes.”

The name barely registered because you’d already frozen. The words were background noise to the truth clawing its way into your mind.

You could know that voice anywhere. Even layered under that strange radio filter, distorted and theatrical, it rang in your head exactly as it had decades ago—warm, clear, and devastatingly familiar.

You didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare speak. Because if you turned, if you looked… you already knew who you’d see and you weren’t sure if your heart could handle it.

Your pulse thundered in your ears. What was he doing here? After so many years—why now? Had he searched for you the way you’d searched for him? Or maybe… maybe it didn’t even matter anymore.

You barely noticed the murmur of voices around you until a sudden silence made you realize both the tailor and Alastor were looking directly at you.

Your gaze met his and you saw them drop, slow and deliberate, to your hand. To the wedding ring glinting there.

Your stomach tightened.

“What… what was that?” you blurted, tearing your eyes away from him and toward the tailor.

The tailor repeated himself with patient clarity, “Payment method, dear. Cash or card?”

“Card,” you replied too quickly, fumbling for your wallet. The plastic hit the counter with a faint click, and you tapped it against the reader with more force than necessary.

Beside you, Alastor stood frozen. Not like a predator calculating his next move, but like prey caught in a sudden spotlight…rigid, unblinking.

You took your neatly wrapped package the moment it was offered, muttering a hasty “Thank you,” and turned toward the exit. Your steps toward the door were brisk, desperate for escape.

Your hand had just touched the door when his voice cut through the air, softer than you’d ever heard it, stripped of that grand, booming cadence.

“…Is it… really you, mon cœur?”

The sound of it rooted you to the floor.

You stood frozen for a full second, mind blank, breath caught somewhere between your chest and throat.

When thought finally returned, it came slow, heavy, deliberate.  “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended, the words tasting strange on your tongue.

In an instant, Alastor closed the distance. His hand caught your shoulder, firm but not harsh, and he turned you to face him. “Cruel,” he said softly, almost like it was an intimate word meant only for the two of you. “That’s the first thing you say to me?”

You tried to look away, but his gaze followed, unrelenting.

“I could recognize you no matter what form you take,” Alastor murmured, his tone threaded with something raw beneath the ever-present radio crackle. “No matter how much time passes.”

Before you could speak, his arms were around you—tight, desperate, as though if he loosened his grip for even a moment, you’d vanish.

You froze, breath caught, heart pounding. His scent, the familiar pressure of his embrace….it was like stepping into a memory you’d buried too deep.

Alastor stepped back just enough to take both your hands in his, his grip warm yet insistent. His hands closed around yours, warm and unyielding, pulling you just a fraction closer.  “Let’s go home,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“…Home?” you echoed blankly, the word feeling alien on your tongue.

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation, eyes bright with a fervour that made your pulse quicken. “Perhaps you haven’t heard. I’ve been residing at the Hazbin Hotel. It’s… quaint, but it will do for now. We could talk there.”

He said it so casually, as if no years had passed, as if the chasm between you was nothing more than a crack in the pavement.

Alastor’s fingers were still wrapped around yours, but you gave a gentle tug and, reluctantly, he let go. His ever-present grin twitched for the briefest moment, as if it might finally falter. His eyes flicked down to your left hand, to the ring gleaming on your finger, and in that second, something unreadable passed over his face before he smoothed it away with that trademark smile.

“Are you… married?” he asked, the words deceptively casual, but his tone carried a subtle, almost sharp edge.

You froze, the question punching a dozen emotions straight into your chest. Your gaze, almost involuntarily, drifted to his own hand…where a simple gold band rested against his skin.

Your stomach turned. Your heart clenched. Jealousy burned hot and unreasoning through you, souring everything. Your voice snapped before you could stop it. “Don’t you dare use that accusing tone with me,” you hissed, eyes narrowing. “Not when you’re the hypocrite here.”

He blinked in surprise. “Now, my dear, that’s not—”

But you were already moving, clutching your package tightly to your chest. You didn’t give him the chance. You stormed toward the door, shoved it open, and dashed out into the street, the bell above it chiming your retreat.

You didn’t stop walking until the tailor’s shop was far behind you, your pulse still hammering in your ears. The package in your arms felt heavier than it should, your grip aching from how tightly you clutched it.

God, how stupid you’d been.

You’d spent years roaming Hell, searching for him. All for what? For him to reappear like some phantom from your past, throw your whole world off balance with one look, one touch?

You sucked in a sharp breath, willing your heart to slow. You were married now. Vox was your husband. You loved him. You shouldn’t… you couldn’t think of another man this way.

Being a murderer was fine. In Hell, morality was already a corpse rotting in the dirt. But cheating? No. That was different. That was betrayal.

You hurried home. You needed to see Vox. Needed to feel his arms, his steady presence, his voice that always seemed to cut through the noise in your head.

Fate, for once, was merciful.

Every shop window you passed flickered with the same image. He was mid-broadcast, the sound of his voice weaving through the city.

“While he hid in radio

We pivoted to video

Now his medium is getting bloody rare!

Hell's been better since he split

Where's he been?

Who gives a shit?!”

You furrowed your brows for a while, and then you understood. Though Vox has always ranted to you about the Radio Demon, he had never mentioned his name. Alastor was the rival he hated the most?!

Your life is just one clusterfuck after next.

Well, at least Al wasn’t petty enough to answer to this —

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air

Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast

Sinners rejoice!”

Oh, who were you kidding? You’ve terrible taste in men.

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[pannman]

Be A Good Bunny

To celebrate 600 followers

Radioapple x AFAB Bunny Reader

Your boyfriends notice you are in heat and decide to help you out… but only if you’re good

CW: oral, PnV, overstimulation, biting, unprotected sex, breeding kink

You woke up sweating profusely. Everything was too warm. You threw off your blanket and looked at the time. It was only 5 am. You felt frustrated and unable to be still. You tossed and turned and once on your belly you realized that your vulva was swollen up. You touched yourself and discovered you were totally soaked. You tried to take care of the problem yourself for hours but no matter what you did it was never enough

You tried to get up that morning but your legs were like jelly. You finally managed to stand as you tried your best to ignore your burning hot core. You got dressed and headed downstairs

You must’ve looked like a mess because your boyfriends, Alastor and Lucifer, both seemed to notice you weren’t feeling the greatest almost Instantly. “Are you okay baby? You look rough” Lucifer asked as he felt your forehead. “Yes. If you are sick. Please allow us to take care of you” Alastor said. His handed rested on your shoulder and it felt like you were on fire. You shrunk away from his touch. Lucifer looked concerned

“What’s wrong?” He asked but Alastors smile widened. “I think I know what it is. But I think we should take them to their room in order to… take care of them properly” though he had used that phrase already this time his tone was completely different

He stood behind you with hands rested on your shoulders as he leaned down. His breath ghosted your neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you my little bunny?” Normally you didn’t like it when he called you his bunny but for some reason this time it sent your insides aflame. You pressed your legs together in instinctual response

Lucifer was still in the dark but snapped his fingers and teleported the three of you back to your room. “Now what is wrong? How can we help you?” He asked. “Isn’t it painfully obvious my king?” Alastor responded. “Our little bunny is ready to breed” he said. Lucifer’s look of concern spread into a smug grin. “Ohhhh! I see! Awww, do you need us to make it all better?” He said in a patronizing tone

You hadn’t even spoke yet but you were simply trying to hold yourself together. You nodded. “Use your words. Only good bunnies get rewards” Alastor replied. “Y-yes p-please” you stuttered

They looked at each other before grinning down at you. “Okay” Lucifer said “but you have to do exactly as you’re told. We wouldn’t want to have to punish you” Lucifer slipped off his jacket

Meanwhile Alastor picked you up and carried you to the bed before promptly pinning you down. You felt your pussy throb with need. Alastor was not one for his own pleasure. He preferred making you feel good instead. But he was a horrible tease. He began tracing a finger lightly over your body. You rubbed your thighs together and clenched your eyes shut instinctively. Alastor was not fond of it. “Look at me” he commanded and you did so. As Alastor continued to tease you Lucifer stripped down

Alastor started to remove your clothes. Slowly. One thing at a time. While a tentacle slithered up and began tracing over your body in place of Alastors finger. Alastor finally removed your underwear last. “So wet. I’ve barely touched you. Needy thing” he was quite condescending. “Oh Alastor you know that isn’t their fault” Lucifer came to your defense

Lucifer joined you in bed and began playing with your hair while Alastor continued his torment. Alastor kissed your neck and shoulder. Up and down slowly until he suddenly sank his teeth in. You yelped in pain but felt pleasure as well. He lapped up the blood. “You’re quite delicious today” he replied. He kissed his way down very slowly before finally he reached his destination

As Alastor teased your entrance with his tongue Lucifer explored your mouth with his. He held onto you by your chin. Keeping you trapped in his kiss. Meanwhile Alastor was slowly lazily toying with your clit with his tongue. It was almost as if he was teasing you more than ever now because he knew you were in heat

Finally Alastor began to move a little faster and press a little harder. Lucifer continued making out with you as his hands began to roam around your body, caressing every beautiful imperfection. He broke the kiss to gaze in your eyes before turning his attention to your neck. Lucifer kissed and nibbled up and down your neck. Then just as he sank his teeth in fully Alastor plunged his tongue into your hole. It was almost as if it was coordinated though that couldn’t be possible. You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure

Alastor now bullied your hole with his tongue plunging in and out. You could feel yourself getting close. He sensed it and suddenly switched back to your clit playing with it fast and harshly. He could tell you were close as he moved faster and sent you over the edge. You came violently but Alastor did not stop. He continued toying with your overstimulated clit until you finished. Then he stopped gradually leaving you burning with need

“Lucifer, I believe it’s your turn. They need to be bred and you know that’s not my department” Alastor as mentioned before didn’t do it for his own pleasure. In fact he didn’t normally cum. So Lucifer was going to have to be the one. He and Alastor switched positions. Lucifer pumped his dick a few times before getting ready to breach your entrance. “Go slow now. It’ll be more enjoyable if they have to beg for it” Alastor said. “You really are a sadist aren’t you?” Lucifer responded. But he did what Alastor said, just barely breaching your entrance only to stop right there. You whined pathetically whilst Alastor petted your head.

Lucifer inched a little ways in further but stopped once more. “P-please… please” you begged quietly. “Speak louder” Lucifer ordered. “Please! Please!” You cried out. “Please what?” Lucifer asked. He was almost as bad as Alastor. “Please just fuck me! Please!” And with that he barreled into you. The impact made you cry out

Alastor grumbled “I would’ve made them work a little harder but whatever” Lucifer set a brutal pace. He no longer teased you or made you wait. He thrusted in and out while Alastor played with your nipples and and held you close to his body

You felt your orgasm building once again. Lucifer could tell and sped up to bring you there. You felt the coil tighten further and further before… SNAP. And you came all over Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer now began to chase his own pleasure. “Please!” You begged. “Please what?” He asked even though he knew what you wanted. “Fill me up! Breed me!” You yelled and with that Lucifer thrust into you one more time before he came inside you. He came so much it spilled out all over the bed

Alastor grabbed your chin and gave you a gentle kiss. “You took us so well” Alastor praised. Lucifer barely broke a sweat. “Swap?” He asked Alastor who didn’t hesitate. “Indeed” you looked at him in surprise

“Oh you thought we were done? Of course not” Alastor laughed. “You’re going to need a lot more than that so I would get comfortable if I were you. And remember… be a good bunny”

[jazztato]

How you Meet Alastor (Human Alastor x Human Reader)

I was walking down the lively streets of New Orleans, I’m a tourist along with the rest of the others walking down this street, it was that time of year again, the most festive event in this pristine city; Mardi Gras, people from all over travel here just to let loose or forget their problems during this time of year. As for I, I was actually dragged here by my boss, he’s trying to get a business deal in with this so called famous radio host and I have to use my vacation time to meet up with the man while my boss goes off to who knows where probably to cheat on his wife again, the true reason why he dragged me here was pretty much a bribe in me keeping my pretty little mouth shut, his words not mine, I ended up catching him kissing someone who wasn’t his wife, I felt bad for the lady but now I was in one of the best places to enjoy your selves but I can’t enjoy myself since I am stuck working!  I continued to push past the tourist as I stepped upon Bourbon  street which just so happens to be full of restaurants, bars and other fun amenities, this was where my boss said I was going to meet the radio host, he was supposed to be doing it but he’s having me do his dirty work, I let out a low sigh as I approached a restaurant, I recalled my boss telling me exactly which one he was supposed to meet the man, I took a deep breath as I pushed open its doors, the restaurant was bustling with people who were chatting amongst themselves, I look around the restaurant feeling a tad nervous as I had no idea who this man was or how he acts, as I was having a mental breakdown in my own head I was soon snapped out of it by the hostess who walked over to me with a not so pleased face.

“Ma’am do you have a reservation?”  I blinked a few times as my head started spiraling out of control again. Did I have one?  My boss said nothing about needing a reservation and I’m not even sure if he set one up!  I was about to pass out, I had to mentally slap myself to calm down. I took a deep breath as I looked over at the hostess.  “I’m not sure..  I’m supposed to be meeting someone here and I'm not quite sure if my boss took the chance to set up a reservation but you can try under Fedricson…  If not then try (L/N).” The hostess had a look that could kill as if he was tired of me and just wanted to throw me out already. I watched as he looked at his clip board and when he spoke up I wanted to throw up. “I’m sorry Ma’am but there are no reservations under either of those names now if you are done

wasting my time then I’d like for you to leave as the people behind you do in fact have reservations.”  I could see the sly smirk on his face as he went back to his hostess stand I wanted to cry so bad, I can’t believe my boss set me up like this just for me to be humiliated, I heard the stifle laughs of the customers behind me, I tried so hard not to let tears slip by that was when I heard a very gentle voice call out from a table close by. “Now that’s no way to treat a lady, I do believe she is here with me.”  I hesitantly looked up to see a young man with short brown hair, tan skin, soft brown eyes that anyone could get lost in, and a pair of round glasses which were perfectly pushed up on the brim of his nose. He didn’t look happy when he saw me getting picked on for a mistake my boss made. “I would very much appreciate that you do your job correctly, when I first stepped through these doors I specifically told you I was waiting on another person to walk through those doors but I suppose that slipped through one ear and out the other, she didn’t know a reservation was already set up under my name, I see now that her boss tried to set her up into a little trap now let her through, or do I need to get the manager involved.” 

The hostess went pale as the man threatened to get the manager involved. How was he supposed to know I was here for the meeting with this man? He quickly shook his head as he allowed me to walk past.  “N-no sir!  Not at all I didn’t know she was here with you…  Usually both parties show up together…  So, it was an honest mistake.”   The hostess was practically shaking at this point, this man must have some kind of power to get this man to sweat and shake, I finally walked past the hostess as I gave him a small smirk that was only noticeable to him as I approached the young man at the table he had already stood up from his seat to great me I watched as he took a hold of my hand and placed a soft and gentle kiss on the back, he was a true gentleman, I tried to keep my composure as he let my hand go, he walked over to where I was going to sit and pulled out for me, I couldn’t help but go a bit red, I sat down and watched as he pushed my chair in for me before taking his place back in his own seat, I’ve never met someone who was this kind especially to woman, usually men just beat or cheat on their woman, one of the reasons why I never tried to date I was too scared, scared I might get hurt if I fell in love especially with the wrong person.

“My If I knew Frank was going to send a Lady to do his dirty work I would’ve dressed up a bit more for this meeting, but I supposed he didn’t tell either of us till the last minute, I am sorry you have a boss who doesn’t even consider how you feel.”  I looked at the man with a small smile as I fiddled with my hands. He was very kind, but I was still confused on why he was being kind to me. I don't even live here…  I’m just here to ensure a business deal between him and my boss, I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard him speak up again.  “How rude of me!  Frank didn’t tell you about the reservation so I’m assuming he didn’t tell you my name either.” He let out a low sigh as I gently shook my head no know how to respond or what to say.  “I don’t know how he has his own company; I can see the slight twitch in his eye but quickly shook it off as he held out his hand to me, I gently took it as he enthusiastically shook my hand.  “Alastor!  It’s a pleasure to meet you!  Quiet the pleasure!  I have to be honest I am glad you're the one meeting with me, I don’t get along with most men so seeing a woman sit before me puts a smile on my face.” He lets out a small laugh.

My cheeks were a bit heated as I cleared my throat giving Alastor a genuine smile.  “It’s nice to meet you Alastor, I’m (Y/N) and if I’m being honest here, I was hoping to enjoy a nice vacation here but as soon as we stepped foot into the city my boss dropped all his work onto me while he goes off to have fun, I wouldn’t be here right now If i didn’t walk in on him cheating on his wife.”  The last part seemed to have gotten his attention as his expressions shifted from a happy smiling one to a one of anger and rage, once his eyes met mine, they soon softened his smile returning.

“No man should ever push their work onto a lady, that’s not what a gentleman does and I must say…  Cheating takes the tea and cake, I assume he’s keeping you busy in hopes you forgot about the cheating he’s been doing.”  He picked up the cup he had on the table which I presume had coffee in it. I didn’t even realize he already ordered himself a drink. I wonder how long he’s been waiting for me to show up. I started to feel a bit guilty. “O-oh yes pretty much, I’m not one to forget though, I just can’t afford to lose my job right now.” I placed my head in my hands as I was both frustrated and hurt that I’m allowing my boss to push me around like this, but I also can’t take the chance of getting fired either, my life was already a shit show back home.  

I could tell Alastor was looking at me, right into my soul as It ached in pain, I heard a slight hum come from him as he was thinking, I heard the clink of glass hit back down upon the table top.  “Perhaps we could help each other?  I’ve been looking for an assistant who can help me with paper work, or even find stories for me to put on the air!  It’s not much but it is good pay and if you're in need of a place to stay I do just so happen to have a guest room in my home, and your probably thinking why would I offer you a job and a place to stay when I hardly know the woman, well it’s simple my dear!  Out of the kindness of my heart, I do not wish to watch a lady as yourself struggle especially in such a toxic work environment where their bosses black mail their employees, and in return I could help you with your little predicament you're in with your boss.”  

My jaw almost dropped as I couldn’t believe he would offer me to work for him.  And not only that but to live with him as well!  However, it was an offer I couldn’t say no to. I hated my boss, and I hated the work even more. He was offering to help me get revenge on my boss if I took up his job offer…  It would mean I would have to move here, away from my friends and family I suppose they could visit, my father has always wanted to see new Orleans, when I told him I was coming here for work he was jealous, in a good way, he was happy his little girl was finally going places but now I have to tell him his little princess is moving here, It’ll break his heart…  I’m the only family he has left after mom passed away.  Besides, he's just as stubborn as she was!  He would tell me to take the job and to be happy, my happiness is better than anything in the world, he's also the type of guy who would like to see his child settle down and give him some grandbabies, I decided to finally shut down my small monolog to myself as I took one more look over at Alastor who seemed to be waiting on an answer from me.  “Alright you got a deal Alastor, I’ll take you up on your offer, my boss won't be happy, but neither will his wife.”  I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as I knew his wife wouldn’t want to be with him for another second, even though it’s the 1920’s divorce is tricky so she probably won’t be able to leave him yet, she’ll probably end up leaving to live with her mother, it’s the better choice than to end up a scandal, unless something happens to her husband, as I was thinking of what to do I heard Alastor let out a soft laugh, at my comment about his wife potentially leaving him.

“Splendid my dear!  You can start once you’ve quit your old job and settled right in!  I can even give you a little tour of this wonderful city I call home, and I hope you will soon call it your home as well, I want you to feel right at home even if it is a whole new environment for you, once your settled in I’ll give you a tour of my radio station and how everything works including what you’ll be doing, it won’t be too much because I do not want to overwhelm my newest employee!”  I

couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at how enthusiastic alastor was I was quiet pleased to have someone like him as my new boss first i’ll have to send in my two weeks notice, as we were talking I completely forgot we were in a restaurant I was just so engulfed into our conversation that we didn’t even order anything I sheepishly scratched the back of my neck.  “I almost forgot where we were, should we order something?  I don’t wish to be rude.”  I watched as Alastor put a finger on his chin as he started to think but without a second thought, he stood up walking in my direction I was confused on what was going on.

“We could stay and order food from someone who could potentially poison our food or?  I could show you my place right now and make you one of my mama’s famous jambalaya recipes!  How does that sound? I only chose this place for a meeting. I wasn't going to eat here when I had food at home!” My eyes shot up in shock as I couldn’t help me stare, I watched as he held out a hand to me I didn’t know what to do so I hesitantly took his hand allowing him to help me to my feet, we started to walk past the hostess who was still a bit shaken up from before I didn’t feel bad for the man one bit he works to make the rich happy but serves to make the poor miserable, people like that make my blood boil, I continued to follow Alastor out the door and towards his car, it seemed to be a pretty nice vehicle, I watched as he opened the door for me, my smile stayed on my face as I entered his car, I don’t know what it was about this man but I wasn’t scared at all, He was still very much a stranger to me but I wasn’t scared of him, his calm demeanor made it all better, I looked over at the driver's seat, pulling out a key and sticking it into the ignition, the car started off with a soft purr as Alastor pulled out of the curve and off towards his home.

It wasn’t long till he pulled up to a nice looking cabin, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at how rustic it looked, I didn’t expect someone like him to live in a place such as this, as I was admiring his home I didn’t realize he had already stepped out and opened my door I shook my head waving away all my thoughts as I swiftly stepped out onto the dirt road leading up to the cabin steps. 

Alastor couldn’t help but smile as I admired his home, he lead me to the front door as he pulled out his keys once again to unlock the door, once the door was unlocked he led me inside I watched as he took his shoes off setting them by the door I decided to be a good guest and follow his guidance, taking my shoes off placing them beside his, leaving us both in just the clothes on our backs and the socks on our feet. I couldn’t help but enjoy the rustic feeling of the whole cabin. It brought back fond memories from when my father would take me to his cabin back home as he taught how to hunt.  “You have a very lovely home, Alastor; I have to be honest though I didn’t really expect for you to live in a home like this.”�� 

I heard a chuckle from the kitchen as Alastor was grabbing ingredients for the jambalaya.  “This is my family home, I didn’t have the heart to part with it after my Mother passed, she would've liked for me to continue living here even after all the bad memories, she always told me to never think of the bad things in a place with such fond memories.” he started cutting up the vegetables as he placed them in the bot and let it cook for a bit before starting the next step. “Your mother sounded like a wonderful woman. Is that how you learned to cook?  Or is that just something that runs in your family?”  I couldn’t help but laugh, I heard Alastor return the laugh as he cooked.

“Why can’t it be both?”  I swear I could hear him smirking as he poured the food into 2 bowls. I couldn't help but shake my head, as I watched him set the bowls onto a nice wooden table.  “Food is done, come and eat, it’s my mothers own recipe and I always enjoy cooking  them.” I walked over to the table sitting at the spot he set the other bowl down. I gently grabbed a spoon as I took my first bite, my mouth exploited with flavors, it was delicious!  I couldn’t help but eat more and more of it, every bite being more delectable than the last, I couldn’t get enough of it.

“I see that someone is enjoying themselves, I’m quite pleased!  There is plenty left if you want seconds.”  I swiftly nodded as I finished my first bowl, I was about to stand to get it but alastor insisted he get it for me, he w asso kind and I guess I am a guest in his home, which will also be my home as I work with im, at least till I get enough money to afford an apartment in town. A second helping was placed into my bowl as Alastor also helped himself to another, we both continued to eat in silence and once we were both finally finished and two full for any more, I offered to help clean up but he insisted of doing it himself I couldn’t help but let out a huff as he cleaned up after the both of us.

Once he was finally done he lead to me to the room I was going to be staying in, and I might say it was a very nice room, even though he’s been living here all alone for years he always made sure each room was cleaned, there was not spec of dust any where, I entered the room falling face first on the plush blanket on the bed, it was so soft it was like sleeping on a blanket made of clouds, alastor walked in behind me as he handed me the key that seemed to be a spare  key to the house I didn’t know if I should take it or not but I ended up accepting the key I gave him a tired smile as I was now starting to exhaustion of the day hit me.  “Thanks Alastor, I’ll be sure not to lose it, I don’t want to make you feel as if I wasn’t responsible for something as simple as keeping a key.” 

“Of course my dear!  I see the exhaustion in your eyes, do please get some rest, and tomorrow you can call up your boss about your two weeks notice, and in the morning I will have to talk to you about some ground rules here, nothing to serious just a few places to not poke your pretty little nose in.”  Alastor looked serious as he talked about the ground rules. I nodded as I didn’t want to make him angry for letting me stay with him and for getting me a new job. “Yes of course!  I understand, I’ll see you in the morning.” I got more comfortable on the bed as my tired eyes started giving in and sleep soon took over.

Alastor's P.O.V

I watched as (Y/N) passed out, she looked so at peace, I didn’t want to stare at her like a creep, so I gently shut her door leaving her to her dreams. As the memories of today filled my head I knew I had to deal with Frank, he was everything I didn’t like in a man, he was a cheater and he worst of all He made you do all his dirty work!  It proves to me even more that I don’t want him as my business partner, It seems I need to go out hunting tonight, I looked back at (Y/N)’s room, it’s been years since another woman lived in this house, I don’t know what I was thinking of offering her my home to her as well but I couldn’t help it, she was a lady in need of help and If I go hunting tonight I’ll have to make sure my prey doesn't make a peep and wake you from your beauty rest, I grabbed my coat and hat walking out into the darkness of the night hunting for the man who deserves death for making a frail woman as yourself do a man's job.  

Sorry if there are spelling errors it is 4 am for me and i'm tired and google docs doesn't catch all my spelling errors i make x-x but i do hope you enjoy reading this Tagging: @genderlessdude92 @electronicexpertshark

[hyorijie]

Marathon: Alastor loves to annoy the Vees

HIM The infamous Radio Demon has proven to be more unpredictable than anyone could imagine... Who would have thought he would go this far?Oh, of course, you know that. Only you understand his reasons, only you can fully enjoy his every move.But this time, the Vees stand in their way... and, let's face it, giving that trio a good dose of humiliation never hurts.Get ready for a marathon of mayhem, cunning, shameless smut, and smiles that will never go away.

Specials

Assault | Alastor x F!Model!Reader Velvette, fascinated by the modern and avant-garde vision of her new model, became a protagonist for her successful collection. But what she never imagined was that her muse would be seduced by a different era. Alastor, the Radio Demon, with his dark and timeless charm, awakened in her a dangerous desire for the old. You Rigth | Alastor x Fem!Reader Your contract with Valentino, a ruthless pimp and distributor of sexual content, was always peculiar. Despite his perverse nature, you remained a mere ornament, reserved for his own pleasure at some point. Your roles in his club never involved your body, at least not until he came along; Alastor , the Radio Demon. Checkmate: Transmission | Al x F!Reader Vox always had a problem with you, an insatiable desire to possess the enigmatic art sinner. Although you were never interested in being part of his circle, he played dirty, ruining your reputation days before the opening of your biggest gallery. He would pay you back in the worst way. Oh, of course he would. In some totally exceptional way you manage to meet Alastor, the Radio demon.

Coming soon...

[genderlessdude92]

alastor is so fucking hot sometimes i don’t even need a fanfic to imagine him dicking me down

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REDVEXI UPDATE

Last week was chaotic. Between a full-time job, adulting, and being away all weekend with zero time in front of the computer, I realized that instead of forcing words out and doing a half-ass job, it’d be best to just take a breather this week 💖 My battery is officially drained 💀 So both the KPDH interactive poll story (which is a thicc chapter...trust, Jinu fan will be fed so well) and this week’s Hazbin Hotel Summer Smash (which is also a god damn final bang to the event) are hopping over to next week. And trust me, ya know I’m gonna be cooking (as always) but this food just needs to sit a bit to marinate in all that flavorful goodness 💦

Thanks for being patient while I recharge 💖

[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.ᐟ

⋆｡ﾟYou, new to Hell and clueless about everything, pass them on the street and give them a polite smile and wave ﾟ｡⋆

— Lucifer, Alastor, Vox, Angel Dust

Lucifer watches as you shine your sharp teeth at him in a genuine smile with furrowed eyebrows. When he noticed you waving, he awkwardly waves back with his cane and watches you walk away. After his years of isolation, his name has definitely lost a lot of weight, but still sinners don’t just casually wave and smile at him. How odd.

Alastor meets your smile with his own, although it’s his default expression, it does grow at the sight of you. What was someone so cheery and naive doing in Hell? And smiling at him of all Demons, like he was just any other sinner? Oh you might just be a perfect asset for Charlie’s hotel.

Vox flashes you his signature showmanship smile, but pauses when you just walk past him. Normally when someone smiles and waves at him, they want something. Either information about VoxTec or the Vee’s plans, he was always selling something. Yet you waved and kept walking, like you didn’t even know who he was. It was interesting to say the least.

Angel Dust is used to attention, wanted or otherwise, so random Demons waving and smiling at him were normal. What wasn’t normal was the lack of malice behind your smile, and the fact that you kept walking instead of trying to buy him for the night. He watched you continue down the street and wondered just how soon Charlie would snatch you up.

First time writing for these characters so I hope it’s okay

[voxslays]

HAZBIN MEN AS DADS

Featuring >>> Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust (Anthony), Lucifer, Husk, Vox, & Valentino x Reader (Separately) as fathers.

(not proofread if that wasn’t obvious lol)

Adam:

Total boy dad. I can see him with a little girl, (let’s be honest, his daughter would 100% become an exorcist and take over after he retires as commander (if he ever retires lol)), but he would turn his son into the the next exorcist commander.

Adam is definitely a bit misogynistic…and no matter what you do, atleast a little bit of that would be passed down to your child. If Adam had a son (not him already having two other sons…), he would start training him at a very young age. (Kinda like the career tributes from the hunger games if yk what I mean. (Oh, you don’t? I don’t blame you lol. Idk what I even meant by this tbh. Don’t worry about it-))

With a girl, I can 100% see him being overly protective TO THE EXTREME. He’s the type to scare off teenage boys lol.

Alastor:

Is probably the best dad on this list (except for Luci ofc.) Is super protective of his family. Would not let your baby out of his sight for the first few weeks. Would offer to help you with the baby when it wakes up crying late at night.

Is totally a girl dad. He would willingly play dress up and have tea parties with her in her room…but it will not be mentioned outside of there. When going out for an outing, he would dress her up to match his colors—red & black—and give you a few extra minutes to get ready.

The two of you want some alone time? He’ll ask Rosie. If she’s busy he is forcing either Husk or Niffty to watch the child. Alastor also most definitely keeps your young, innocent child away from Angel Dust for ‘reasons’ he doesn’t want to elaborate on. Your child will inherit his powers and will be almost as strong as him one day!

Husk:

Okay…so first of all, the elephant in the room. His alcoholism. I don’t think Husk would completely stop drinking, but would tone it down for the sake of you and your child. When he’s drinking/drunk, he would make sure he wasn’t around your child, not wanting that kid to see the ‘real’ him.

He would totally be a girl dad. He would completely deny it but we all know it’s true. Like Alastor, if your daughter wanted him to dress up, have a tea party with him, etc. I think it would take a little more convincing than Alastor but in the end he would do it.

Would be overly protective. ESPECIALLY AROUND ALASTOR. Husk would make sure that your child was atleast six feet away from the deer demon at all times. Husk obviously has lots of experience with Alastor as a person, so he of all people knows that Alastor could (and maybe would???) manipulate his spawn into a deal.

Angel Dust:

Angel is extremely excited…but…He is nervous. VERY anxious.

Angel would be a good dad, but he is worried about his deal with Val. Who knows what Val would do if he found out he was in another relationship…let alone with a child! When the child in question is born, he does everything in his power to hide them from Val.

If Val found out, he would be pissed. After calming down (barely), he would try to get your child under contract to punish Angel. Therefore, Angel is obviously very protective. Angel would teach your child how to be street-smart and survive on the streets of hell. Your child would learn from Angel’s mistakes.

Lucifer:

WHAT? HES GONNA BE A DAD (again)!? He is so stoked. Before the baby is even born they have everything they could ever want. Anything for his little duckling.

Your child would be homeschooled, but not by you. By the most well-known and well-educated members of Hell’s society. Your child is truly getting a million dollar education. Oh! And if your child decides to get a higher education after high school? It’s already taken care of. Lucifer makes sure that there are schools ready to take your child to college before your baby even turns two!

For some characters, I feel like they would either be girl dads or boy dads, but Lucifer could truly be either. With a little girl, I could totally see him playing dress up or Barbies with her, no problem! With a boy, same thing.

Vox:

Your child hit the jackpot. I mean…who wouldn’t want the richest overlord in all of pride to be their father? I just pray the kid doesn’t come out looking like a leapfrog or iPad…

Your child would be an iPad kid (vPad?) They would have all the newest technology and toys, they wouldn’t even know what to do with it all! Seriously though, this kid 100% has a playroom just filled with all the toys Vox either made or bought for them. He definitely spoils them (and you).

Your kid is a nepo baby. As they get into their teenage years, Vox would make sure they started to gain fame. Whether it’s by singing or acting (or both), or becoming a powerful overlord like himself, Vox would help them reach that.

Both you and Vox would make sure that your baby is supervised around Val and Velvette, if Vox even lets the kid around Valentino. He does NOT want Valentino trying to swindle them into a deal.

Valentino:

Bestie...What were you thinking? Let’s be honest. Valentino would not be the greatest dad. Definitely not the worst, but not great.

He would 100% leave your kid unsupervised. You’d better always be watching because he definitely isn’t. Speaking of supervision, Val would just randomly bring your child into his studio…When the two of you are spending ‘time’ together, he would either get Vel or Vox to watch the baby, or one of the souls he has under contract. Is surprisingly overprotective.

Val would teach make sure your child knows Spanish, threatening to ‘disown the brat’ if they refused. Luckily, you are there to stop Valentino from going off on your baby. Your child definitely learns a few Spanish swears from him.

TYSM FOR 1K NOTES GUYS! I really appreciate the support. As of now, this is my most liked post ever. I’m glad you guys enjoyed it so much! Thank you! <3

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[angelltheninth]

Hazbin Characters + How They Sleep

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Adam, Vox, Valentino x Reader

Tags: sfw, cuddles, literal sleeping together, wings, tail shenanigans, horns, possessiveness, kissing, established relationship

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A/N: Idea I had while talking with @massivementalitynut. had to write it because the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Alastor begins with sleeping on opposite sides of the bed but as your relationship progresses he allows you to get closer and closer. But not to fully cuddle with him unless he initiates it. The most he will allow you to do is hold his hand while you sleep. Anything else must be on his terms.

Lucifer always wraps his wings around you like they're a huge fluffy blanket. Since he's a bit touch starved right now he is very clingy in his sleep, always seeking you out and kissing you lazily. Actually prefers to be the big spoon when sleeping because he never knows when his horns might pop out, so it's safer for you.

Charlie wraps her tail around your thigh when you go to bed. It's a possessive gesture that she used to apologize for many times until you told you that you like knowing she thinks of you as her beloved. Since then she's never shied away from it, even using her tail to pull you in closer when you have, in her mind, gone to far away on the bed, even though you never do go that far.

Vaggie fought against being the little spoon when you slept together. She had a reputation to uphold and she was worried that you might make fun of her if she acted too cute, little did she know that her cuteness was actually one of her greatest weapons. Eventually she did accept it but she still kept her spear near by and her arms tightly locked around your middle.

Angel Dust sleeps on his back, head turned away from you but always has two arms thrown over you. He wants to be able to get you close if he wants to and doesn't mind if you end up on top of him and using his chest floof as a pillow. Why not let you do that when both of you know that he is much softer and better then the pillows you do have, and this pillow will also kiss you any time you want.

Husk never holds back a purr when you have your arm thrown just below his wings, scratching his back. It's rare that he shows you his stomach while he sleeps but that's not your fault, he has to trust you a bit more first. But just the fact that he's letting you hear him purring and isn't denying it is a huge step in your relationship and shows the amount of trust that he already has in you.

Adam takes op the whole bed as his wings fan out and push you off. He yawns like he's bored when you complain about his sleeping habits and really doesn't feel like getting into an argument over it. Eventually he does tell you to get on top of him, in a kind of dismissive tone but then as soon as you are on top of him he grabs you and holds you close to him, so you don't fall again.

Vox doesn't need that much sleep actually but he likes the idea of having you close to him while he does. In fact he can sleep in his chair, with the cables charging him up faster and you sitting in his lap while you wait for him. Occasionally his screen with flicker back on, eyes unfocused for a bit until they land on you and he grins, giving you a quick kiss and telling you he's almost done.

Valentino cocoons you with his wings, almost trapping you against his body, in his bed, in his arms. Kissing you and making you gasp early in the morning is the best way for him to fully wake up and get ready to start his day. His four hands are always touching you in some way, one holding your hand, one on the back of your head, one around your waist, and one on your thigh.

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Alastor's praises

"Good girl... such a perfect little thing for me."

"My obedient pet... you make it so easy to adore you."

"Ahh, my darling, you take every bit of me so beautifully."

"Mmm, such an exquisite creature mine to keep."

"What a precious little morsel you are."

"You please me so well, sweetheart."

"My perfect prize... always worth the chase."

"My little darling... you did so well for me."

"You're mine, always... my perfect little girl."

"Such a delightful little creature, and I won't let anyone else have you."

"Good girl... my property, my prize, my darling."

"Delightful... my little toy, trembling for me so nicely."

"My, my... taking me so well, my perfect little girl."

"Good girl... my greedy little minx, all mine."

“Now, now... my perfect little toy, taking all my focus so nicely!"

"My, my... what a naughty little darling you are."

"Such a greedy little thing... taking me so eagerly!"

"Well, well... what a delightful little creature we have here."

"You're mine... such a good little girl."

"Only I get to have someone as perfect as you."

"You take my attention so nicely... my charming little minx."

Alastor's possessive degradation

"You're my slut, and don't you forget it."

"Mine to ruin... mine to fix... mine always."

"Such a needy little pet — desperate for your master's attention.”

"Oh, my greedy little darling... always hungry for more of me."

"My delicious little prey... made just for my amusement."

“You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Because you're mine."

"Such a shameless little thing for me and only me."

Alastor's Commands

"Be a good girl... and take what I give you."

"On your knees, pet. Don't keep me waiting."

"Stay still, my dear I'm not finished."

"Hands behind your back... chin up. Let me look at you."

"Run. Make me work for it... I like the hunt."

"Tell me who you belong to."

"Don't speak unless I tell you to. I want silence... and obedience."

[a-hazbin-reader]

Not me back on my BS 👀

Imagine being Alastor's wife in life and thinking you had the perfect husband even if he was a little distant most of the time. Then he goes missing, and you spend your entire life searching for him despite everyone around you wanting you to move on

When you die and become an angel you just assume that you'll see beloved Alastor again only to be confused that you can't find him. So you spend your afterlife roaming heaven in search of your husband.

It never crossed your mind that Alastor wasn't in heaven.

Until you find out about Adam and his exorcist army going to hell every year, and then you're stuck with the uncomfortable idea that your husband might be a demon. So you find a way to sneak down into hell during the extermination.

You almost regret the decision once you see the carnage and horror happening around you but you're determined to find Alastor. You don't even care that you're stranded in hell once the extermination is over, you had to know if he was down here.

You're easy prey for demons, so you have to do your best to be discreet about your true nature while you try to get information about Alastor. Only to find yourself surprised and confused when people talk about The Radio Demon instead.

"That couldn't be my husband..."

Your husband was kind, gentle, and warm with you while this Radio Demon sounded cruel, manipulative, and cold-hearted. The idea of these two Alastors being one and the same was baffling to you.

But despite your denial, all the facts lead to back to this overlord, a princess and a hotel... so for the sake of your sanity, you decide to find this hotel and put your fears to rest. You hide your angelic features as best you can and head out with your heart in your throat.

The hotel is beautiful and grand yet a bit creepy feeling, it's also rather empty despite it's large size. You feel swallowed up by it as you step inside, looking around for any sign of your Alastor but finding none.

You're just about to turn around and leave, satisfied that this lead was a dead end when suddenly a tall blonde demon woman in a red suit stops you, all smiles and giddiness. Somewhere in between excited squeals and being dragged around by your arm you manage to catch her name.

"You're Charlie..? As in-"

"OH! Don't let that silly title intimidate you! I'm here to help!"

She starts showing you around the hotel and introducing you to the staff and other guests, obviously assuming you're there to stay.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but I'm not here to be a guest... I'm looking for my husband and heard he might be here."

"You're husband? Well, I'm sorry but you've already met everybody here except for Alastor-"

"What about me~?"

You immediately recognize the voice behind the static, turning to see your husband-The Radio Demon-your Alastor-

He takes you in slowly, his smile faltering every so slightly-more of a twitch really- and his eyes widening in surprise once he realizes you're standing in front of him

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

You're already walking towards him quickly, drawn to him like a magnet and forgetting all about pretending to be a sinner, wrapping your arms around him as you try not to cry with happiness.

"I've missed you so much, Alastor....I never stopped looking for you-this has to be a mistake why weren't you in heaven? I thought I'd see you again after I died but then you weren't there either and-I had to find you!"

He's stiff and awkward at first, hyper aware of your audience and baffled by your angelic appearance. How did you even get down here?? You didn't belong here-why did you try to find him?

Alastor grabs your arms and makes to push you away but one look at your watery eyes and he melts just like when you two were alive. He suddenly pulls you in tighter instead and refuses to look anybody in the eyes, instead focusing on you.

His wife, his innocent wife who had forced her way into his heart back when he was alive was here in his arms. She left heaven to come find a man who had only married her for the sake of keeping up appearances and stayed with her because she made him feel...something close to love...(it was love) (was not) (was too)

You had no business being in hell, not when there were so many ways you could get hurt down here. So many different ways he could hurt you... So Alastor nuzzled his head into your hair, breathed in your scent and pulled away from you.

Sharp claws scraped against your chin as he forced you to look into eyes that were once so familiar to you, his grip loosened slightly as you cupped his cheek. Even now that his true nature was revealed to you, you were unafraid and enamored with him.

"You should've stayed in heaven, my dear. As much as I have missed you as well... you don't belong down here-"

"I belong with you, I'm not leaving when I only just found you again!"

Your stubbornness when it came to him was always something he had liked about you, he was glad to see you still had it. At a loss for how to send you home and some part of him missing your company, Alastor decided to make a selfish decision.

"Alright my dear, you can stay down here and rot with the rest of us if you wish~ But I must warn you~"

Your relief is cut short when he suddenly pulls you in close by your waist, sharp teeth snarling at you in a twisted evil smile as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

"Warn me about what..?"

Alastor pulls you in a bit closer, lips nearly touching yours when suddenly he drops you and you barely manage to catch yourself. He's chuckling and walking away from you, a mean side to him that you've never seen before.

"You're going to have to deal with the real me now, I do so hope you can handle it~"

Spoiler alert: Wifey can match his freak just fine once she gets the hang of how things work 😏 but he's gotta try not to fall for her~

Ugh had this idea in my head for awhile where wifey is an angel who sneaks into hell to find Alastor but has to come to terms with the fact that he's MEAN 😡 and Alastor has to keep up the mean persona because all he wants is to spoil and coddle wifey but HES NOT IN LOVE HE SWEARS HE WAS ONLY USING HER AND ALL THESE FEELING AND URGES ARE JUST SECOND NATURE FROM MANIPULATING HER FEELINGS

Then maybe a part 2 where wifey realizes that a lot of their relationship is one-sided and she left eternal paradise to be with this jerk but oops- Alastor realizes how whipped he is for her and that he actually loves her

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[mmegan4182]

Finally have some motivation to start working on Lila’s story! 🥰