#valastor

[1tz-4ll-m3]

Alastors friendships with men: 😡🤬👿🖕🥀⛓️💣🔪🗡️⚔️🚬⚰️🩸🖤

Alastors friendships with women: 🥰😍😘🫶👛💍🌸🩰🧸🎈🎁🎀💌🩷

What a total mamas boy

[alastors-totally-canon-deertail]

[eatmyson]

viv posted this pic and i just had to do it

[neo--queen--serenity]

Vox sure is the demon of broadcasting, huh

[kibbles-bits]

I'm not apologizing.

[aislinceivun]

Valastor week Day 6 - Polyamory @valastorweekofficial

Based on this thread I wrote earlier in the week with the premise that Alastor starts dating Valentino and Velvette months before letting Vox join their polycule. Vox sufferz greatly😆 I've got an nsft bonus doodle & textpost on my twt / bsky!

[eggcats]

The funniest version of Valastor would be Vox trying to introduce them in the hopes of them fighting over him but instead they get together and he has to go sit in the cuck chair.

[dimneo1010]

Here are some ships from the requests! I appreciate every request I've gotten, but I chose three I found the most interesting.

I got a little silly with em teehee

[vroomvroomwee]

I think it would be so fucking funny if the reason Valentino is so unaffected by Alastor’s return is because when Vox and Al split up Alastor wanted retaliation (for whatever their "sad and complicated" fuckup was) so instead of targeting Vox again he goes after the second person closest to him.

Valentino never saw him coming, and even if he had, he couldn't have done anything about it. Al has everything set up, Vox is unaware, Valentino is tied up in his radiostation, and his microphone is ready to broadcast the entire torture session. Alastor is even giddy about it. He barely tolerates Valentino on a good day, and he can't wait to see Vox's face when he hears his partner's screams ring throughout the entire city.

Except... it was the worst decision Alastor could have made.

Not only did his most heinous, vile torture methods fail to draw out wails of agony from Valentino, but the moth liked every single second of it. What should have been screams of pain blaring from every speaker were instead screams of pleasure. Every attempt Alastor made to exacerbate the torture only seemed to egg Valentino on further. And what's worse, he actually loved being used as nothing but a tool to hurt Vox, he loved that this wasn't even about him, as though he was just glad he could have a role in their rivalry with a front row seat.

Valentino kept telling him how good his cruelty felt, how well this side of Alastor suited him, how much money they could make if they worked together, he kept begging him for more and no amount of torn flesh or degrading speech cooled him off. Alastor got so icked and aggravated that in the end, he - defeated - simply let Valentino walk out.

After that majestic failure, Alastor never attempted to even look Valentino's way. For YEARS, he had to fix his reputation and correct people that no, he was NOT doing porn now. Valentino remembers the event with an excited grin, as a fun memory of them getting to know each other better, and he wouldn't object if Alastor wanted a repeat. In fact, when he heard Alastor was back a part of Valentino hoped the guy would aim for his revenge.

And Alastor, to this day, doesn't know that Vox slept throughout all of it, completely oblivious, and that it had all been for nothing. Valentino never told either of them.

[vii-doodles]

Hellidays Day 6: Sleepover

Lucifer is pet sized compared to Val and I take no criticism thanks

[celtrist]

VALASTOR BAD END ROUTE

In these endings, it's more or less assumed Alastor has gotten out of his deal (if the route doesn't involve his owner) Also, just a heads up that while there have been some pretty obvious sexual themes with the other routes, this one... it's Valentino. You're all smart cookies. Please mind the tags.

Alastor is Valentino's new favorite.

Alastor is collared and leashed by Valentino both physically and soul wise, and the moth intends to keep it that way. Anything he's done to Angel Dust, Valentino has certainly done to Alastor and then some. Compared to the other suitors, he likes to enjoy Alastor's body more than his presence. While he still enjoys him as a "partner", it's not infrequent for Valentino to refer to Alastor as his "toy" or "pet". And he's considered far more sexually active with Alastor than any other suitor.

Valentino, while possessive and likes to keep Alastor on a literal leash and tote him around, is not averse to others also having fun with Alastor. As long as Valentino is participating on some level (whether in bed or watching), he doesn't mind inviting Vox, Angel, or even setting up a nice little film for Alastor to take part in for those in the dark corner of the web. Val is very generous after all. The moth's favorite thing to do however is to get Angel involved with Alastor, which typically starts with Valentino watching and instructing and then inviting himself to the two.

Alastor in this ending more or less takes over as Hell's #1 pornstar much to his dismay. In addition, Valentino does offer Alastor as a prostitute but is required to be in the same room and allowed to get involved if he wishes. And while Alastor fetches a pretty penny, many are willing to pay any amount just to be in the same room as Alastor due to the obsession curse. At the end of the day though, he does always like to remind Alastor who he belongs to. So Alastor's day will typically start with Valentino, and end with Valentino. Valentino will often comment that Alastor is lying about his dislike of sex and touch, that he knows it's a "front" and he could be honest with him. These comments come up especially when Alastor happens to be having reactions to touch (whether naturally of via aphrodisiacs).

Valentino sometimes enjoys the struggle, but does drug Alastor when he starts getting peeved or wants him to "get into it". Leaving marks (whether hickeys or beatings) is something Valentino very much enjoys doing. Beatings are something Alastor can succumb to in either a sexual situation or Valentino just beginning to throw a tantrum with Alastor happen to be there. This is especially the case when Valentino is mad explicitly at Alastor. Between the misery, Valentino love bombs Alastor, which he usually doesn't take to very well. Which then typically leaves to more beatings due to Alastor being "ungrateful". Alastor going along with the love bombing will happen depending on his mood. If he really doesn't want to deal with a violent aftermath, he'll go along with it. But if Alastor is very frustrated, tired, or absolutely at his peak, he will throw gifts back in Valentino's face and make slide remarks. Valentino has Alastor around him often, and when he doesn't Alastor is either locked in his room or he's with a chaperone that would be too afraid to touch him against Val's wishes.

Valentino does genuinely enjoy spoiling him and when he does happen to get a genuine smile from Alastor, he feels quite happy. While enjoying the more lustful moments, Valentino does enjoy the moments of simple domestic fluff. Alastor sitting on his lap, petting his hair, going shopping or on day trips with him, and so on. While he is predominantly showing his affection through sex, Valentino certainly does enjoy the more "mundane" dates that don't always lead to anything. He often loves going back and forth on Alastor being the gentleman and being more lady like. Feeding Alastor (and getting fed by Alastor) is one of his favorite downtimes with the deer as it is one of the times that Alastor is genuinely pleased to some level. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, at least for Alastor.

Alastor more or less has no room for reprieve. He's constantly in misery. Constantly touched, never really alone, and practically trapped in Valentino's studio. Alastor begins to disassociate to get through the days. Sometimes Valentino is kind enough to allow him this. Other times he wants to keep Alastor in the moment. Drugs help to offer some relief, though he despises needing them. Suicide is always an option that goes across his mind, but quite useless without angelic weaponry and Valentino keeps his gun close to his cold heart. So self-harm is another ample way to deal with the predicament he's found. It wasn't his favorite either, but it was something. Alastor gradually grows into a bit of a husk, feeling numb by the day. Angel Dust is one of the few who can get solace from everything, something he already wasn't a fan of. But Angel offers soft cuddles, patching up, and actively tries to take care of Alastor. While he feels absolutely hopeless, Alastor still tries to figure out a way out of the leash of Valentino for freedom.

When he has the energy to anyway.

[voxslays]

Hi ;-) may i request a request a Vox x Reader Scenario where they decorate part of the Vee Tower Halloween Style like but reader female tries to hide all the crawed Pumpkins in the middle of the night cause they remind her of her killer back on earth and she is a bit nervous it repeats and Vox catches her middle of the Night carrying some Pumpkins towards the elevator?

Hi anon! Thank you for your request! This was rlly fun to write. Hope you enjoy! <3

UNDERNEATH THE SKY

Featuring >>> Vox x Reader; In which, You and your husband Vox are decorating your penthouse for the spooky season, when Vox unknowingly carves a pumpkin that reminds you of the day you died.

It was October. You and your husband Vox were decorating your penthouse in spooky decorations. You and your husband had always loved Halloween. Whether it be the costumes, the spooky treats, or horrifying decorations, there was always something to enjoy. You were taking out some black bats to hang on the ceiling, while Vox carved pumpkins. He was surprisingly good at it, making complicated designs. One year, he made a replica of the Vee’s tower on one of the white pumpkins you had bought, but complained that it wasn’t the traditional orange one and threw it away.

You watch as Vox carefully etches intricate designs into the pumpkin's surface, his skilled hands guiding the knife with precision. As he works, he glances up at you hanging the bats, a rare vulnerable smile playing on his lips. Pausing his work, Vox calls out to you, "Hey, doll. Come here for a sec, would you?" His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the showman persona he usually exudes. “Coming!” You say, just loud enough for him to hear from the other room, as you finish pinning the bats to the ceiling. You carefully climb down the ladder and push it gently against the wall.

As you approach, Vox wipes his hands on a nearby towel, puts down his sleek ‘Voxtek brand’ carving knife, and beckons you closer. "I need a second opinion on this," he says, turning the pumpkin so you can see the design he's carved. You look at his pumpkin design in horror. It’s a man holding an umbrella out to a woman. Innocent right? That’s what you thought just before you died.

It had been a rainy night, you were covering your head with a jacket while running to shelter from the pouring rain. A strange man had come up to you and offered his umbrella. He walked you to your apartment, thinking he deserved an intimate reward. When you refused, he strangled you to death. Vox notices the sudden pallor of your face and the way you recoil from the pumpkin. His brow furrows with concern. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." The overlord sets the knife down and reaches out to steady you, his touch gentle despite his powerful presence.

You gently touch your neck with your hands, rubbing circles around where the man’s hands had been that night. Pushing your feelings aside, you put on a smile. “Yeah, it’s nothing. It looks great.” Vox's gaze lingers on the spot where your hands are rubbing, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He knows that touch, that gesture. It's a habit you have when you're feeling anxious or distressed, and it's one he's seen countless times before.

He steps closer, his voice lowering. "Talk to me," he says softly. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" His hands reach up, gently pulling yours away from your neck to hold them in his own. He steps closer, his voice lowering. "Talk to me," he says softly. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" His hands reach up, gently pulling yours away from your neck to hold them in his own. “I’m just tired.” You say, in an attempt to deflect.

Vox hesitates, clearly torn between pressing the issue and respecting your wishes. After a long moment, he nods slowly. "Alright," he says, his voice heavy with unspoken concern. "But we're not done with this conversation." The two of you walk up the steps, to the top floor of the penthouse, walking into the large master bedroom. You both change and get ready for bed in silence. You lay down, and wait for Vox to join you. Once he does, you watch his screen dim as he falls into his sleep-mode.

As the room grows quiet and the rhythm of Vox's breathing deepens, you find yourself unable to sleep. Your mind is consumed by thoughts of that night, of the man who took your life, of the secret you've kept buried all these years. You quietly get out of bed, making sure to not disturb Vox from his gentle sleep. You feel the cold of the marble floors, as you close the bedroom door and silently make your way down the stairs, into the kitchen. For a while you just stare at the pumpkin, your mind playing cruel repeats of the event that night so many years ago.

The clock on the microwave reads 3:17 AM. The house is silent, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. You feel a chill, wrapping your arms around yourself as you continue to stare at the pumpkin, lost in thought. You silently carry the suprisingly light, carved pumpkin to the penthouse elevator, making sure to not make a single noise in fear of waking up your husband. You didn’t want to have to explain your actions to anyone tonight. The elevator doors slide open silently, revealing the dimly lit interior. As you step inside, the doors begin to slide shut, casting the grand entrance hall into shadow once more. But as the doors are about to close, a hand slips between them, forcing them back open.

“God dammnit.” You quietly curse, trying to hide the small pumpkin behind your back. Vox stands in-between the navy blue elevator doors, his expression unreadable in the low light. He takes in your furtive posture, the pumpkin half-hidden behind your back, and his eyes narrow. "Going somewhere?" he asks, his voice low and controlled. You stay silent for a moment before speaking up, your hand still holding the pumpkin behind your back. “No…?” You speak almost as if it was a question.

Vox steps forward, his gaze never leaving yours. He reaches out, his hand closing around the pumpkin you're attempting to hide. "I think you were," he says, his voice firm. "Care to explain what you're doing with this at three in the morning?" “I-” You try to form words, but the heavy lump in your throat stops you. You can feel tears welling in your eyes, and quickly pouring down your cheeks.

Vox's expression softens as he sees the tears streaming down your face. He sets the pumpkin aside and pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "Hey, hey," he murmurs, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. "Talk to me. Please." And so you do. You tell him how the man that night offered you his umbrella, how he walked you back to your place. How he expected a sexual favor in return, and when you declined, he killed you.

Vox's body grows rigid as he listens to your words, his expression darkening with each revelation. By the time you finish speaking, he's angrier than you've ever seen him. His hands tighten around you possessively, as if to shield you from the horrors of the past. “It’s stupid.” You cry. “It’s just a pumpkin.” Vox's jaw clenches, and he presses a fierce kiss to your forehead. "No, it's not," he says firmly. "And anyone who dare lay a hand on you like that deserves to burn in hell." His flatscreen face glows with rage. Vox carries you back up to the bedroom, cradling you in his arms like a child. He sets you down gently on the bed, then sits beside you, taking your hand in his. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asks, his voice low and raw.

“I was trying to forget.” You say, wiping the tears off your now damp cheeks. Vox nods slowly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I understand wanting to forget. But keeping secrets, even from me, it hurts us both in the end." He cups your face, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You're safe with me. Always." You sniffle. “I’m so sorry. I love you.” Vox's expression softens, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I love you too," he murmurs. "And I promise, no one will ever hurt you again. Not on my watch." He pulls you close, wrapping his arms protectively around you. Vox watches over you as you sleep, his expression a mix of love and determination. He vows silently to protect you, no matter what it takes.

[bratpfannen-art]

Saw all those cute mothmedia kiss posts on Bluesky started by @soul-rillo and also wanted to do one, hope that’s ok!

[vliezy]

The real reason Vox detests Alastor

[kibbles-bits]

:)

@valastorweekofficial

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Valastor Week Bonus: THE DAY AFTER

Poor Vox was clearly abandoned all alone, in the cold and in the dark

But Valastor week was very fun, drawing everyday was a challenge !