You cannot deny that Alastor would have a blood, knife, and biting kink wrapped in one. Maybe even body worship and possibly even a voice kink to seduce you into submission. He would absolutely be the most unfair tease!
As for Vox, definitely a raging praise kink, dom/sub dynamic depending on his mood, electric play, maybe even use his hypnosis during sex. Canât forget cable play!
I definitely see all of these. Interesting! Iâd love to write something after the current asks! I definitely see that for Alastor and Vox. Iâm not sure whether a full-length oneshot or just headcanon writes, but I suppose I can write oneshots! Iâm still working on these projects one at a time, so this will be out soon! Iâll definitely have something working in progress for now.
A/N: Thank you to @ariamoonfox99 for the great ideas! The writerâs block is so real, so Iâm posting this as a bit of a NSFW warmup, but I want to build off of these and more full oneshots at some point, but due to the requests I have right now, Iâm trying to take my writing work slow. But! These will be oneshots at some point! Just have this as an offering until my brain works again for full oneshots :â)
Being with Alastor meant that when it came to sex, it was light, fluffy, and passionate for only a few minutes before getting steamy and handsy, and your definition of steamy and handsy was being covered in your own blood from Alastor cutting you everywhere. It greatly turned him on to see your blood on the outside of your body. He loved lapping it up, watching you moan as he sucked at your wounds and sucked it up.
âOh AlastorâŠâ
He loved hearing his name on your lips.
âMmm⊠Quelle gentille fille, Mon Amour~â
He sat at the foot of the bed and pulled you by your thighs to him, licking your thighs before biting them. The pain of him sinking in his teeth into your thighs made you scream and tug at his hair, and it only spurred him on further, making him growl. Youâre lucky enough that the others at the hotel didnât try to come in at the screams.
Alastor only licked at your thighs and bit more, burying his nose between your thighs. He climbed up into the bed with you, watching you scoot back. To him, you were just the prey in front of him; the hunter. It turned him on to see the fear in your eyes. However, you knew deep down though that he held no malice, he loved you.
âJe veux boire ton sang, Mon Cher~â he pinned you to the bed with a sinister, deep chuckle as he lowered yourself to your ear, breath tickling the shell.
âI love you so muchâŠâ He kissed you, his ears lowering as you kissed him back, and you wrapped your arms around him. You gently rested a leg over his hip. You tugged at his bowtie, keeping him from moving. The tug made static audible. You smiled sinisterly up at him, and it couldnât make him happier.
âAlastor, my love, why do you still have clothes on?â
You grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him to the bed, kissing him harshly. He cupped your cheeks and you cupped his cheeks back, kissing him. You tossed his clothes off him. He kissed your chest, and he smiled at your whimper. He gently nipped at your shoulder.
He chuckled, only marking up your neck more. Giving you hickeys made you whimper in response. Your body was begging to be touched, and you desperately needed relief.
âVulgar language,â he kissed your neck. âBut Iâll take it. After all, you did say please.â
He laid you on the bed, gently rubbing himself against your entrance, holding both of your hands on either side of you. He leaned down with his forehead against yours, slowly pushing himself in. Once he was all the way in, Alastor groaned, and with him, you moaned, panting.
âYouâre big⊠Al- oh my.. ah..â
âSo good for me~â
He caressed your sides, gently squeezing you. Each little part of you that you hated, Alastor loved. He gently kissed your chest, then began to move slowly. After a minute of adjustment, you whimpered, whining and tugging at his arms for him to move faster.
âPlease, darling..! Faster!! Ahââ
âFaster?â He only moved slower, a laugh coming from him. You growled in annoyance, just wanting to lose yourself in pleasure. You wanted Alastor to fuck you brainless, but alas, this man canât help himself when it came to teasing you.
âMy dear, youâre so cute when youâre angry.â
He chuckled and lifted your leg, hooking it under his arm. He moved faster, hips meeting yours as he thrusted deep into you.
Chasing his own high, Alastor got faster and faster until he was about to cum, slowing down and thrusting haphazardly, panting.
âGo on, my loveâŠâ he left kisses along the inside of your leg. âCum for me, youâve earned itâ ahâ so good⊠oh my dear Y/N~â
You panted heavily, holding onto his shoulder to keep yourself steady. With a final thrust, both of you came hard, your back arching.
After your shared orgasm, Alastor collapsed on topnof you, panting hard and resting his forehead against yours again, then burying his face into your neck, nuzzling and leaving small kisses.
âSo good for me⊠oh Mon AmourâŠâ
You both stayed like that for a while until the wave subsided. He pulled out gently, kissing the inside of your leg again. He then draped the blanket over you.
âYou did so good for meâŠâ
He joins you under the blanket for a while, holding you sitting up in bed. He gently played with your hair, watching you relax against him.
âLet me go run a bath for us, dear.â
He gets up, leaving for just a moment to run some warm to hot water. He comes back for you, scooping you up and helping you into the bathtub, seating himself behind you.
âNow we can relax.â
He held you, helping to wash you up after such passion and intimacy with you. Al loved taking care of you.
âThank you, my love.â
âOf course, sweetheart.â He kissed the top of your head.
You helped lather him in soap too, wanting to take care of him after such intense events.
Eventually, both of you exited the tub and dressed in pajamas, eating a meal together while listening to a radio show. It was comedic and made both of you smile. Holding you, Al noticed you start to drift off. He held you to his chest, rubbing your back and watching as you fell asleep.
âGood night, my sweet darling.â
Bonus: Human!Alastor
(creampie, spanking, biting, body worship, voice kink, foreign language kink, teasing, orgasm denial/edging, praise kink, workplace romance, size kink, bondage)
Being with Alastor when he is still alive, he definitely has a thing for tying you up like prey, running a knife across your pretty thighs, arms, and chest and watching you bleed as he slowly and torturously digs the blade into your flesh to watch it separate the surface. After heâs done marking you up with his blade, he holds you to his chest while youâre all tied up and pretty, tears streaming down your face from the sheer amount of pain youâre in since your flesh had been torn. He whispers sweet things into your ear, gently running a hand through your hair, kissing the tears away. After you calm down from the pain, he continues with you.
He sinks his teeth deep into your neck, watching your back arch as he does. He laps up the blood streaming down your neck, telling you that youâre doing so unbelievably good for him.
He caresses and kisses all over your skin, praising you for being so good for him. Running a hand up your leg, he gently squeezes. Al massages you too to help the pain disappear. He then kisses you deeply and passionately, freeing you of your constraints. Harshly kissing him back, you pin him down and kiss him, the kisses sloppy, hot, and heavy.
âPlease, Al⊠m-mercyâŠâ He looked up at you from his position on the floor and felt as though he was staring at an angel. Your disheveled state with blood dripping from you and covered in cuts was such a gorgeous sight to see. He ran a hand through your hair, cupping your cheek. A wicked, devilish smile spread across his face.
âMercy? Mon Amour, weâre just getting started! That was the appetizer~â
After such a gruesome set of events, this man has the guts to tell you that was just foreplay? You couldnât believe it. Alas, he still removes his vest and tie, undoing his shirt and pulling you against his chest, growling a little and undoing your shirt, tossing it right off of you. Satisfied now that he can see you in your most gorgeous form without hideous clothes to block it, he held you by the waist and dipped his head down into your neck, licking the wound again and to hear you moan. Oh, was it ever intoxicating to him.
After careful observation, Alastor knows that you have a thing for him speaking French, so of course he takes advantage of this. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, breath on your ear.
âEs-tu prĂȘt Ă manger, Mon Amour~?â He chuckles sinisterly, watching you get all hot and bothered from it.
âOh AlastorâŠâ He kisses your shoulder and turns you to hold you to his chest, gently nipping at your neck again.
He licks your ear gently, running a hand down your chest to your nethers, touching you and watching you whimper and get flustered, tugging at his arm. As your nails sunk into his skin, he groans and nips at your neck again. It made him hard when you whimpered, and knowing that he was the one causing you to squirm? It only made him harder. Your sweet noises got him going.
He growls softly into your neck, kissing you again while gently playing and fondling your chest, unbuckling his belt with his other hand. He touches himself at your breathy moans, slowly stroking himself.
âI canât wait to be in you, darling⊠youâre always feel so⊠s-so good~â
Finally seating you on his cock, Al curses in French, your tight little hole squeezing around him. Breathing heavily, he warms his cock in you for a while, slowly becoming brainless. Without being able to think, he only spoke in French, with broken English also coming from him.
âĂcarte les jambes pour moi, Mon Cher~â He gently pulled your thighs apart, harshly thrusting up into you. Your cries of pleasure only increased with each thrust, and it got him going. His name on your lips and you begging for release made him only more aggressive. With a growl, he continued to thrust faster, until he got erratic.
âA-Alastor pleaseâ!! Ahâ A-Alastorâ!!â He stopped for a moment, making you frustrated. You turned your head to look at him, a glare on your face. Before you could ask why he had stopped, he let down your leg and ran a hand down to your nether, rubbing the surrounding area, making you moan helplessly. You fell back against him, your hips stuttering every so often.
âPlease Alastor⊠p-please I need to cum so badlyâŠâ
He only chuckled sinisterly into your ear. âHow about⊠no!â
âAlastor- ahâ you bastardâŠâ
This went on for a couple rounds: him thrusting, then stopping out of nowhere when you were just about to tip over the edge. He will admit, your tears of frustration were oh so cute. He chuckled, continuing until he was just about to cum.
âGo ahead, Mon Amour⊠ahâ cum for meâŠâ
With a final thrust, both of you came at the same time, panting heavily.
Afterward, he gently sat up with you in his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pushing his face into your neck, kissing softly, gently pulling out with a groan, spent. Now that the pleasure had subsided, the pain started to resurface from the cuts along your skin.
âShhh⊠youâre so pretty when youâre like this, my dearâŠâ He meant every word. He felt blessed to have you, a gift from either heaven or hell in his lap who would allow him to mark you up with his blade. He gently brushed away your tears, holding you through your pain.
âAlastor pleaseâŠâ Your cries of agony did not go unnoticed. As much as he was enjoying himself, your cries tore him. It would take a while before you could enjoy being cut without such high waves of pain, so he sat you down, bringing back antiseptic and bandages, gently tending to your wounds.
âShhh⊠Y/N⊠Iâm hereâŠâ As he regained a stable mind, he continued to tend to your wounds, kissing them after he took care of them.
With your wounds tended to, he intertwined your body with his, snuggling you, both of you bare on the floor. He gazed into your eyes, brushing away strands from your face. Alastor kissed your forehead, holding you.
âI love you so much, Y/NâŠâ
After some time of snuggling on the floor with you, he pulled you up and laid you on the bed, leaving temporarily to draw a bath for the both of you. Returning, he scooped you up and took you with him into the bathtub, where the warm water awaited the both of you.
He helped you into the tub, sliding in behind you. He washed you up, from washing your hair to massaging you, you were relaxed against him. He took a moment to wash himself as well, then holding you until the warmth of the hot water faded.
Now in bed, he bundled you up and brought back some food he had made, feeding you before himself, making sure you had something in your stomach before you started to drift off. After you did, he chuckled and held you against him, falling asleep with you.
In his office, in his bedroom, in the surveillance room, it didnât matter. Vox would give you a great time of passion and intimacy anywhere. He spoiled you rotten and it was hard to not play favoritism with you in the workplace. Currently, you were both in his office.
âSweetheart,â said Vox, gently pulling you into his lap, âHow would you like to have an early lunch break~?â
You knew exactly what he was alluding to. It was so hard to call him boss. You both spent so much time outside the work hours of VoxTek Enterprises that work hours made it difficult. The only place he claimed you was in his office or his bedroom, but right now, he wanted to claim you in his office. He was already becoming aroused.
âAt least tell me you kept some toys in the desk~â You sat on the desk in front of him. The sight of you, his pretty little thing on the desk, made his arousal spike.
âOf course I do, baby. What kind of boss would I be if I didnât~?â
âDonât tell me you make other employees of yours behave~â As a tease, you began to undo your tie. Voxâs words were caught on his tongue. He chuckled, standing up and pushing his chair back, running his hands up your thighs and squeezing.
âOf course not. Youâre the only one that needs that.â
You cupped the sides of his screen, kissing him passionately. The kiss grew hot and heavy. His antennae sparked, and with a tap into the security system, Vox locked the doors to his office.
âYou gonna behave, my faithful assistant~?â
âY-yes sirâŠâ
âGood. So good for me..â he nuzzled his screen into your neck, gently nipping to hear you moan breathlessly.
âSo good for meâŠâ
He bit your shoulder, drawing blood. You screamed in pleasure, panting. He growled, licking the blood seeping down your shoulder.
âYouâre so loud. Oh Y/N~â
His cables extended from his back, wrapping around you to tie you up. He laughed darkly, licking the shell of your ear and watching you start to lose composure. You fought to try and touch yourself, arousal starting to become noticeable. Another set of his cables snaked around your legs and came up, spreading your thighs and coiling around them, squeezing.
âHoney, youâre already such a mess! Good~â
He pinned you flat under him on his desk, kissing you heavily. You moaned, drinking in his noises as he kissed you messily. His cables lifted your thighs and helped them slide over his hips. A third set of cables emerged from his back and tied your wrists together, extended above you on the desk.
He then gently slid a knee in between your legs, watching you whimper. He smirked.
âCute~â
He gave you hickeys and then undressed you, stripping you down to your socks. The cold air of his office kissed your skin, giving you goosebumps. It was always cold whenever you came in here.
He groaned, palming the tent in his pants.
âYouâre so fucking hot⊠a-ahâ Y/N..â
He couldnât take it anymore. He furiously tugged at his belt and his pants to undo them, finally getting them off. He stroked himself a couple times before pushing himself in, groaning.
He thrust deep, cupping your face with his hand.
âAh- oh Y/NâŠâ
He groaned as he continued thrusting, listening to your sweet sounds.
âVoxâ yes!! Oh my fucking godâ ah⊠soo good⊠fasterâŠ!â
He quickened his pace, kissing you and intertwining his tongue with yours, panting against your shoulder, pushing you further into the desk.
âYouâre taking me so fucking good- ah- fuck.. Iâm closeâŠâ
You panted heavily, looking up at him with lust in his eyes.
âFuck me- ahâ Voxxy~!â
âSuch a good assistant~â
He was close, gently nipping at your neck to draw more noises from you.
âI- Iâm gonnaâŠ!â
You came hard, Vox following short after. You both shared a breath, panting and resting foreheads against each other.
âHoly shit Y/N⊠you did amazingâŠâ
Coming down from your high, Vox pulled out, groaning. He kissed your forehead, gently brushing stray hairs from your face. He looked down at you with love in his gaze, holding his gaze with you for a moment or two before recoiling his cables and helping you into his desk chair, as you were shaking.
He then used the cables to pull the chair to him, checking on you.
âAre you alright, my dear?â
âN-never betterâŠâ
He waited a moment longer, using his cables to redress you.
âThere we go.â
He then dressed himself, kissing your forehead before teleporting the both of you into his bedroom.
âOh VoxâŠâ
He laid you on the bed, tumbling in with you. You couldnât get enough, you loved making out with him. He finally pulled away, a panting mess with you. You shared a breath, foreheads resting together.
He pulled away to look at you. This angel in the body of a sinner was before him.
âGorgeousâŠâ
His hands began to caress your body, still watching you all cute and bound up. He squeezed you and squished you everywhere, feeling you up next.
âThis would probably feel better without clothes, huh?â
He grinned down at you, watching you smile back, nodding. He bent down to kiss your neck again, making you whine. He tugged at your clothes watching you as layer per layer left your body. You snagged at his tie, pulling him down and keeping him there.
âOh Voxxy~â you kissed his screen. âYouâre so handsome when youâre impatient.â
âYeah?â He chuckled, releasing your confinements.âThatâs really a⊠shocker.â
With a low amount of voltage, Vox shocked you, watching you moan with your back arching. He smiled, salivating.
âOh yeah⊠you look so cute after I use my voltage, baby~â
A cable from his back smacked your thigh, making you whimper. It stung, and definitely left a mark. But to your amusement, it only heightened your arousal.
âI just wanna tie you up and torture you, baby⊠watch you lose your mind over a dragged out orgasmâŠâ
He came down again, burying his face in your neck, whispering into your ear. âCan I do that, babe? Will you let me hypnotize you?â
He kissed your ear softly, running a hand up your leg and squeezing. Oh it was so much better when he used his hands to caress your thighs. His hand slid over to between your thighs, gently rubbing. You whimpered, squirming a bit.
âVox- ah- pleaseââ
âPlease what, baby?â
âPlease touch me, I canâtâ ah.. I needâŠâ you tried to grind your hips, desperately needing friction.
âThis would be so much smoother with your brain shut off, dollface.â
You looked at him with an intrigued expression.
âMy brain being shut off?â
âLet me hypnotize you~â
He gently held your face, caressing your cheek.
âLet me in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart, and I promise Iâll take good care of you. Trust me~â
You thought and nodded, making him smile evilly.
âExcellent choice, my dear. Just relaxâŠâ
He helped your body to relax, caressing your thighs as he used his eye to hypnotize you.
âJust relax and let go. Thatâs it~â
Your mind slowly went numb, only hearing Vox in your head. All you saw was his eye, easing you into hypnotization.
When he looked down at you, your eyes now reflecting his hypnotization, it made him happy to see you so relaxed.
âThatâs it, gorgeous~â
âPlease⊠pleaseeeeâŠâ
âPlease what~?â
âPlease fuck meâŠâ
He nipped your neck, gently caressing your waist.
âIâll make you feel good, donât worry~â
He chuckled sinisterly.
âHowever, I need you to use that pretty mouth of yours first~â
He beckoned you over, freeing his cock from his pants, groaning. His cock was long and hard, fully erect.
He used his finger to beckon you over. âCâmere, sweetheart. Use your pretty mouth to lubricate me~â
You kissed the tip of his cock, wrapping your mouth around the head, watching his face contort from pleasure. He groaned, claws digging into your hair.
âThatâs it, gorgeous~ fuckâŠâ
He watched you suck him off with expertise, whimpering as you sucked him tip to base.
âThatâs it- ah..â
He held you by the back of your head, panting as you sucked him.
âYouâre so good, baby..â
He started to buck his hips into your mouth, lost in pleasure.
âFuck- Iâm closeâŠâ
He came with a groan, watching as you swallowed his seed.
âYouâre doing so good, dollface~â
He laid you down gently onto the mattress, kissing and sucking your skin, making you whimper cutely.
âIâll fulfill my promise now, Y/N~â
You held him, begging.
âPleeaseeeeâŠâ
He gently pushed himself into you, making you moan as you were stretched.
âHoly fuck! Youâre so- aghâ tightâŠâ
He then pushed all the way into you, panting.
âCan I move, baby?â
After a minute or two, you nodded, smiling up at him. Just him connected with you only further pushed your brain into mush.
âYou feel sooo gooodâŠâ
He gently thrust at first, pulling small noises from you.
âAh- ahâ VoxxyâŠâ
Wrapping your arms over his shoulders, he soon picked up the pace, thrusting faster.
âFuck- ah.. Y/Nâ fuck babyâŠâ
Your noises got louder, and Vox only left more hickeys on your neck.
âI canât imagine how this feels with your brain turned off. You must be feeling so goodâŠâ
He panted heavily, chuckling evilly.
âAnd itâs all thanks to me. Iâm making you feel this good.
His ego swelled as he kept thinking about how it was him that made you feel so good.
âIâm close, doll.â
He knew how your noises got louder and louder, drinking them in.
âVox- ahâ Vox~!! PLEASE~!!â
With a groan, Vox came hard, watching as your face contorted from pleasure.
He held you came down from your high, shushing you gently as your body gave out due to aftershock.
âYou did amazing. Fuck, always so goodâŠâ
He gently laid on top of you, groaning as he pulled out.
He then sat beside you pulling you to him, pulling your head to his chest.
He released you from your hyponotized state, watching you as you regained consciousness.
âMhhâŠâ
He smiled. âWelcome back. You did amazing.â
You smiled gently, still panting heavily.
He held you close, stroking your hair. After coming down, you gently caressed his chest and kissed his torso, grinning at him as you gently climbed on top of him.
âNow itâs my turn to dominate you, Vox~â
âBy all means, gorgeous. Do your worst~â
As you straddled him, he blushed, steadying you with his cables by wrapping them around your thighs.
You sank down onto him, riding him slow to torture him.
Vox whined, drinking in the sight of you dominating him.
âFuck- so good Voxxy! Yes.. yessâŠâ
As you whined, Vox groaned in unison with you, reaching for a hand to intertwine it with yours.
âYou gonna cum~?â
Vox was barely hanging on, nodding weakly.
âGo ahead, handsome~â
After you snapped your hips again, Vox came hard, hand digging into yours. You followed shortly after, panting.
He grinned devilishly. âLetâs move this to my office~â
He teleported you to the office again, taking a moment to catch his breath, winded.
After a moment, you guided him back to the desk, teasing him by taking his hands to make contact with your skin.
âOh yeahâŠâ
He gently pushed you into the desk, gently massaging your thighs before pushing back in.
Imagine if someone walked in on you two right now⊠oh, would he cum on the spot. Some employee of his walking in on the sight of you bent over his desk? It turned him on.
He never would let anyone watch though unless you were ok with it. He respected you too much.
However, his fantasies getting the better of him, making Vox cum hard, pushing down on top of you.
âFuck- ah.. Vox..â
You were a trembling mess, legs shaking from the multiple rounds. He pulled you to his chest, collapsing into his desk chair.
âHoly shit⊠oh Y/NâŠâ
He gently ran his hands over your skin, holding you as you came down from the high.
âYou did so amazing.â He gently kissed the shell of your ear, running his fingers through your hair.
âThat was⊠amazingâŠâ
He teleported the both of you back to his room, helping you into the bathroom to run a bath for the both of you.
âIâll make it warm to help with the soreness thatâs settling in, doll.â
âThat would mean a lot. Thank you, Vox.â
âAnything for you.â He helped you into the bath, settling in behind you. Helping lather you up, he gently ran his hands over your skin, washing you up. After he rinsed you off, you washed him off as well.
âThank you for such a wonderful time, dollface.â
âAnytime, you handsome TV.â
You gently pulled at his screen, earning a chuckle from him.
âLetâs get to bed, shall we?â
Vox helped you out of the water, giving you a towel. You dried yourself off, and you went back with him to the bedroom, putting on undergarments before sliding into bed with him.
âGoodnight, Vox.â
He gently smiled at you, mumbling goodnight as he turned down his screen brightness to not disturb your sleep.
After such an eventful evening, both of you fell asleep snuggled in his bed.
Bonus: Vincent Whittman (Human!Vox)
(nsfw, smut, p in v, creampie, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, sir kink, spanking, oral sex, biting, body worship, teasing, orgasm denial/edging, praise kink, workplace romance, size kink, power dynamics, bondage, choking kink, captive play, dacryphilia, consent is sexy)
With all your heart and being, you loved Vincent. Mr. Whittman, from Weatherman to Anchor to Newscaster, you loved him, and he loved you back.
He requested you in his office, and during your lunch break you went to see him.
âY/N! Lovely to see you. Close the door~â
âGladly~â
You did just that, and came over to Vincent.
âGood. Iâve been wanting to see you all dayâŠâ
He hugged you, burying his face into your neck. You chuckled and slid into his lap, both of you now seated at his desk.
âSo cute. Canât stop thinking about youâŠâ
He kissed you passionately, cradling your face in his hands. He moaned softly against your lips, swallowing your cute little moans as you kissed him back. His hands slid down to your ass and groped you gently. You whimpered cutely, laying your arms over his shoulders. You buried your face in his neck, then tugging at his tie harshly to undo it, you then undid the top couple buttons on his white dress shirt, pulling apart the shirt to give him hickeys in the space between his shoulder and neck. He returned the favor, unbuttoning your dress shirt to mark you up as well.
âSo good for me, arenât you~?â
âYe-yes sir..â
âGood. Keep that up at work, you got that?â
He helped you be seated on his desk, gently squeezing your leg. With a nod from you, he tossed your slacks.
âLet me please you first~â you smiled mischievously.
Sitting in his lap again, you unbuttoned his trousers, watching him groan as soon as you touched him through his boxers. You watched him get hard.
âMm- Y/N, use that hand. YeahâŠâ
You stroked him, kissing below his ear and then his vein on his neck, watching him groan.
âFaster, baby..â
He watched you work your hand so effortlessly. You chuckled lowly in his ear, drinking in his whimpers.
âYou gonna cum for me baby~?â
âN-not yetââ
âNo?â You looked at him, concern in your eyes. âAm I doing this wrong, Vincent?â You cupped the side of his face with your free hand, concerned. He smiled evilly.
âNot at all.â He turned you and bent you over the desk. âSimply wanted to put it somewhere else~â
He gently spanked his cock against the swell of your ass, then gently pushing his tip against your cute little hole. With a sinister chuckle, he pushed in, watching you moan.
âVincentââ
He smacked your ass, making you moan loudly. He pressed himself over you, using his weight to push you into the desk, growling. He held your hand.
âThatâs Mr. Whittman to you.â
âY-yes Mr. Whittman!!â
He paused abruptly, making you frustrated. He held your chin and pulled your face up to look at you.
âYou gonna be good then~?â
âY-yes sir!â
âGood~â
He continued to thrust balls deep into you, blushing madly and groaning, enjoying himself. Still dressed from the waist up, the clothes caused some discomfort, but you were being fucked out of your mind too good right now to care.
âMr. Whittman! Ohâ Iâ Iâm gonnaââ
âNot yet.â
He held your hands and kept going, pressing his face into your neck and kissing you, groaning softly.
âBaby, you feel so good.. soo good for meâŠâ
You loved the praise.
You were losing your mind. âVincent- Iâ Iâm gonnaâ!!â
He covered your mouth as you moaned loudly, a knock coming from the door. The knock alone was enough to risk being caught, and it turned him on. He came inside you as the second knock came.
âShit- get under the desk!â
A third knock came, and he pulled out quickly, cum dripping onto the floor. He quickly buttoned up his dress shirt, fumbling with his tie.
âCome in!â
A fellow employee entered. âHave you seen Y/N around? I had something for them to do, but I canât seem to locate them anywhere.â
Vincent smiled with his usual charm. âI havenât seen them, no! Sorry about that.â
Under the desk, you declared free game, and since Vincentâs cock was still free from constraint, you gently sucked his tip watching his face heat up.
âMr. Whittman? Are you alright?â
âPerfectly fine! Just.. hot in here! Iâll let you know if I see Y/N.â
The employee nodded and left. Vincent looked down at you, gripping your hair.
âYouâre lucky I love you.â
You cutely giggled from the floor, and it made his heart warm. He pulled you up from the floor, kissing you gently and helping you dress again. The day was nearly over anyway.
After the day concluded, you and Vincent walked to his car. He helped you in, and you were thinking about watching a film with him when you both got home.
But right now, he was enamored with thought of you being his next âvictim.â It both got you going, as youâve both tried it once before.
You knew what he was. He will admit though, it did scare him after you found out, he thought that maybe you would report him, get him fired, or arrested. But with a kiss, you reassured him that you wouldnât tell anyone anything. And soon enough, you joined him on his fruitful huntings.
This man couldnât feel luckier.
He went out to one of the forests with you, and held your hand in the car.
âDarling,â he said, holding your hand tightly. You looked up at him. What he wanted to say was sick and twisted, but he wanted to try with you again.
âHow would you feel about being tied up and kept in the trunk until I get home? Pretend to be my captive?â
You thought on it. âOnly if I get to tie you up when we get home~â You played with his lapel and then tugged him in by his tie, bringing him to you for a kiss. He was smitten with a malicious grin.
âDeal. Color?â
âGreen.â
He nodded and got out of the car, coming over to your side, opening the passenger side and unbuckling you, carrying you to the trunk.
He kissed your cheek before holding you against the back of the car, tying you up, blindfolding you, and putting a gag in your mouth.
Before the blindfold, he could see the fear in your eyes, but knew there was no real feeling behind them. He opened the trunk, putting you in with an evil smile. He winked at you as if to say âI got you.â He closed the drunk, leaving you tied up in the dark.
You calmly waited to go back home in the trunk, tied up and aroused. Driving the car, Vincent couldnât help but think about you. He looked in the rear mirror, but found nothing. His hands shook.
This was only the second time heâs done this kind of foreplay with you. He knows that you would say something if it bothered you, but so far you placed your trust in him. This was the second time, the first being a couple weeks ago. Youâve been together for almost two years, and killing with him, you placed your trust in him to make you his âvictim.â
It turned him on to see you all bound and cute.
Arriving home, he pulled you out of the trunk and carried you inside, making sure no one was around. Opening the door to his bedroom, he pulled down the gag to kiss you, laying you on the bed. He took a switchblade from his pocket and undid the binding, watching as you climbed out of it. You smiled wickedly and gripped him by the lapels, pinning him to the bed. He moaned, muffled as you kissed him.
âThereâs my handsome man~â
You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He would be lying if he said that it didnât arouse him to see such a beautiful person on top of him. He really wanted you to top.
âPlease, beautifulâŠâ His hands caressed the top of your hips. âI want you in control.â
âGladly.â
With a malicious grin you snagged his tie, grinning above him. He groaned, becoming hard in his slacks. You left to find some rope to bind him, coming back to tie him up at the knees and hands. After you did such, you smiled wickedly.
âYou gonna be a good boy for me, Mr. Whittman~?â
You withdrew a blade from the drawer, dragging it along his skin. He hissed at the pain, seething. It turned him on, but it hurt. Fuck, you were doing so good marking him up.
He loved being submissive for you.
âY-yes I am..â he was getting harder by the second, feeling his cock pulse in his trousers. Your other hand ghosted over his pants, feeling his arousal. You bit your lip, drawing a little of your own blood.
âThatâs my good boy~â
You continued to carve his skin, watching his face intently for signs of pain. You cupped his cheek, bending down to kiss his forehead.
âYouâre so handsome.â
He groaned at the praise, running his hands up your thighs to your waist, caressing the top of your hips.
âOh Y/N~â
You kissed him, gently tugging at his hair, making him groan into your mouth.
After you gently pulled away from the kiss, you carefully removed his glasses from his face to set them in the nightstand. You gently smiled.
âThere you go. Now your glasses wonât get ruined.â
You pushed the knife into his thigh, making him moan pathetically.
âCute.â
You gently rubbed yourself against the tent in his pants, watching him whimper and whine, needing relief.
âPlease, darling.â
Vincent was starting to leak precum, slacks now soaked at the front. He cupped your cheeks, brows furrowed as you continued to rub yourself against him. He panted heavily, hips starting to move.
âOh, you poor thing~â
He looked up at you with pleading eyes. âPlease, please, pleaseââ
âFine. Youâve been good.â
You undid your pants, chuckling sinisterly before making contact his cock again, moaning softly as you sank down onto him. He groaned loudly, eyes tightly shut.
âH-holy shitâ youâre so tightâŠ!â
You came down to bite his neck gently, hearing him moan pathetically next to your ear. Slowly you began to move, watching as he turned into mush from the pleasure.
âYes yes yesâŠâ
You moaned as well, picking up speed.
âVinnyyyyâŠâ
âY/Nâ Iâm close..!â
You continued your pace, watching Vincentâs face contort from pleasure. He looked up at you, blushing at an arousing thought.
âChoke me.â
You paused for a minute, looking down at him. âChoke you? Are you sure, Vincent?â
He gently took your hand, kissing it. âYes. Iâm sure. Please, darling. Choke me.â
You smiled wickedly.
âGladly.â
You gently wrapped your hand around Vincentâs neck, watching him lose himself to pleasure as you continued to ride him, and now you were choking him. Oh, how beautiful you looked on top of him, slowly closing off his airway. He was a blushing mess.
âOh yes Y/N⊠yes..â he coughed a little, wincing.
Immediately you removed your hand, watching him gasp for air. There was a faint outline on his neck.
âShit! Vincent, are you ok?â You cupped the sides of his face, looking for distress. He looked up at you, pupils blown.
âIâm feeling the best Iâve ever had~â He held your hand. âIâm perfectly fine, my darling. Just the tiniest bit too tight of a grip, but Iâm feeling just fine.â
âO-oh. Okay.â You gently caressed his chest. âDo you⊠want me to choke you more?â
âYes please~ just lighten up, dear.â
You nodded, gently wrapping your hand around his throat to squeeze, and not to choke this time.
He groaned, whimpering loudly as you picked up pace. You gently squeezed, watching him blush more and moan.
âOh Y/N! PleaseâŠâ
âCum for me, Vincent~â
He came hard, making you arch and moan loudly.
After you both came down from your high, you snuggled next to him, gently caressing his chest.
âYouâre so handsome, Vinny~â
He gently pulled your face to his, kissing you deeply. Sharing a kiss, he held you for a minute as you both recovered.
âWe should clean up.â
After waiting for a while, Vincent helped you into the bathroom, running a bath. He helped you in, pulling you flush to his chest in the hot water.
He cupped your face, smiling down at you.
âYouâre amazing, my loveâŠâ
He kissed your forehead and your nose, making you giggle. He cared for you deeply, both as his accomplice and his romantic partner. To think he found someone as twisted as you, but so pure and a kind person on the surface, willing to be his partner in all his sinful killings.
He pulled you in, hugging you. It caught you by surprise, but you werenât arguing. Being pulled in, he was warm, grateful, and just in need for a quiet, warm moment with you.
âYouâre amazing, Y/NâŠâ
He gently washed you up, lathering your body with soap and rinsing you off, then you did the same for him, caressing him and washing him up.
âYouâre wonderful too, Vincent.â
You kissed his nose, cupping his face and brushing hair from his face.
After the water ran cold, you got out of the bath with Vincent, drying off. You got the medical kit, taking out gauze and bandages to tend to the wounds you had made on him. You gave a kiss to each one, then cupping his face to kiss his cheek. Both of you left the bathroom, now getting ready for bed.
âItâs getting late, darling. We should go to bed as soon as possible if we want to be in the best shape in the station tomorrow.â
âWell said, love.â
You slid into bed with Vincent, falling asleep curled up in his warmth.
Hey! I stumbled across your page and read a few things! I love your work!! I was wondering if I could have an alastor x reader where Alastor is readers husband, however after his 7 year sabbatical, everything was left in question. When he came back it was awkward, and his arrival brought in interesting characters..one of them being Lucifer. And basically Lucifer is his charming self (not really flirting, just getting along with reader) but alastor isnât taking it that way..he courts reader all over again and BOOM. NSFW ensues where he admits in a state of vulnerability that he felt jealous and yeah. THANK YOU SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK
Firstly, Iâm touched you love my work!! đ Tysm it means a lot!
Secondly, I LOVE this idea! Alastor being a little insecure and admitting during lovemaking that he is makes reader question, and I think would try and comfort him and tell him that everything is fine!
Lastly, as with all of my writes, I want this to be well-detailed and not rushed, so with that and the other projects/asks Iâm working on, it should be 2 weeks max (Iâm estimating), but should be out before then. Donât feel bad about long asks! Every ask of every shape and size are important to me đ Iâll get something in progress!
Stay tuned~!
(Apologies if anything doesnât make sense/I missed something, itâs about 1 in the morning over here)
Synopsis: A fit of jealously and rage sweeps over Alastor after his untimely return seven years after he disappeared. When your beloved husband returns, he finds you talking with Lucifer, mistaking it for Lucifer hitting on you. Due to this, Alastor makes constant attempts to âwin you over.â
Word Count: 5.4k
Tags: nsfw, smut, p in v, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving), sinner!reader, fem!reader, angst, jealousy, tension, sexual tension
Warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI), Possessive sex, sexual themes
A/N: Thank you to @rattybimbo for the lovely idea! I LOVE Alastor I canât get enough of the kinky ideas or wanting to absolutely be destroyed by him :) Oh! And @sorenflyinn asked me to tag them? So here you go! Eat up :3
(Apologies this took so long!)
NSFW under the cut!
The exterminations caused fear to rise in Hell. Those who escaped the angels were lucky to live, and this included Overlords. With Alastor, he was a target for Heavenâs extermination army. If they rid of influence, then they would be able to lower the chance of an uprising against Heaven.
Now, just before the next, Alastor had to leave? It didnât make sense to you, but it definitely stung, and that you knew for certain.
âMy dear,â said Alastor, caressing your cheek. âI have to go away for a while. A sabbatical, if you will.â
âWhy canât I come with you?â You looked up at him with teary eyes, burying your face in his chest while you hugged him. âI donât want you to goâŠâ
It tore him to see you so distressed. Alastor never wanted to leave, he loved you dearly. If it wasnât for Rosie, he would have no reason to leave. But because of the extermination about to commence and with his rise of popularity, he had to go into hiding and stay off the air.
It plagued you. He gently held you, kissing the top of your head.
âMy rose, I will return. I will be gone for a long time, but I donât want this to disturb you. I will send letters. Promise me you wonât leave..â
âIâm your wife, for christ sake!â You looked up at him, brushing away your tears. âWhat makes you think I would leave?â
You cried softly, and it tore him apart. âAt least eat with me one last time before you go, AlastorâŠâ
He would be complaining to Rosie about this. Why couldnât his dear wife come with him? Why did he have to bury himself in solidarity? All of this rubbed him the wrong way. He hated answering to a higher power. He wanted his freedom to spend the rest of his afterlife with his lovely wife, and thatâs it.
He made you jambalaya, spending his last moments with you talking and trying to keep the mood light to try and distract from the depressing atmosphere hanging overhead. He poured you a glass of wine, toasting you to a promise of return. After that, he climbed into bed with you, holding you as you began to fall asleep.
He was gone the next morning.
You spent seven years alone. Isolated.
Occasionally, once or twice a year, Alastor managed to get a letter to you, telling about how much he missed you, and that he couldnât wait to reunite with you again. It warmed your heart, but also made you devastated, only reminding you of the distance between you and your beloved.
You and Alastor had only been married for two years. And just before your third anniversary, he was torn from you. Where was he? Where was he being kept? Well, at least he wasnât in danger.
It had now been a year, so now it was the day of your fourth anniversary.
âHappy⊠four years, Alastor.â
At the table you sat alone, the room illuminated by four candles on a cake you had purchased at a bakery nearby. You just stared, tears falling. You cried softly at the table, distraught over the silence of your husband and his absence.
A year and a half alone. Frightened. Untouched. Isolated and alone in your home without the warmth of your husband.
It was killing you. The radio which played the jazz you both danced to sat untouched, collecting dust. It was taking everything in you not to slip into something dangerous, as you knew if you did, you wouldnât be able to escape. You would have trapped yourself in a cage of your own making.
Finally, after seven long gruesome years alone, you had enough. You were loyal, but you needed something to do. Every day in your house alone was going to drive you mad.
âI need something to do.â
To your luck, you had heard of this âHappy Hotel,â and though you werenât looking for a ticket for redemption, you thought a job might suffice.
âFinally, something to get me out of the house.â
You drove your car down to this âHappy Hotel,â a flyer in hand. You had seen the news and the performance, and now you had some more information about for this... hotel, if you could even call it that. (The performance on 666 News was not endearing, to say the least.)
Arriving, with three knocks you waited at the door. When the door opened, there stood the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar.
âHello! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! Iâm Charlie!â
âPleasure.â You shook her hand. âMay I come in now?â
âYes! Yes yes, of course!â The princess bounced up and down with pure excitement, opening the door wide for you.
Upon entering, there were two other unnamed people, who Charlie introduced as Vaggie, her girlfriend, and Angel Dust, the hotelâs first guest, and famous porn star.
Charlie approached you again, happy to have another sinner interested. âSo! Miss L/N, right? Are you interested in redeeming yourself to get to Heaven?â
âActually,â you started, watching her smile falter a little. âI am here as I heard about your little hotel and saw the broadcast, and thought you could use more helping hands. It seems you lack staff, so I thought I could offer myself.â
Vaggie, the princessâ girlfriend, came over to you, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. You were an Overlord, what could you possibly want except trouble?
âWhat kind of job? Or is that just some form of you saying you want to make a deal?â
Charlie pulled Vaggie aside. âLighten up, Vaggie, youâll scare her away!â
Vaggie looked at her taller lover, sighing.
âCharlie,â Vaggie started, laying a hand on Charlieâs shoulder, âOverlords only want trouble, you know that.â
Charlie nodded. âMhm.â
Vaggie continued. âSo she could be looking to cause trouble!â
Out of earshot, you were striking up a conversation with Angel, talking about life in hell, his role, and more.
Charlie looked back at you then back at Vaggie. âWell, have faith! Letâs give her a chance, she could mean well for the hotel!â
Vaggie closed her eyes, nodding. âSure. After all, Overlords have influence. If word gets out about her at the hotel, it might draw in sinners looking to redeem!â
Charlie bounced excitedly and hugged Vaggie, who hugged back with affection and a soft smile.
Charlie then came back over to you, nodding firmly.
âOkay, Miss L/N! Youâre hired!â
You smiled with a soft nod. âAh, wonderful. Just allow me to help with whatever you need, Princess!â
When she nodded and left, you slumped into the couch, sighing and thinking to yourself.
âPerfect. Now I have something to do. I just have to wait for Alastor to come back, whenever that may beââ
A knock came from the front doors to the hotel, which caught Charlieâs attention. She approached the door warily, the temperature seeming to drop the closer she got to the door.
When she got to the door, she opened it, craning her neck to see a tall, creepy man. His eyes opened and he smiled wide, hands folded behind his back.
âHELâ!â
Charlie slammed the door and reopened it.
ââLO!â
She thought to herself, in shock.
âHey Vaggie?â
âWhattt?â
âThe Radio Demon is at the door!â
Vaggie shot up and you did too.
âWhat?!â
âWhat should I do?!â Charlie pulled at her face.
Vaggie thought. âWell, donât let him in!â
But you thought in your mind.
âYes. Please let him in. Thatâs my husband. I want to see him. But what the hell is he doing back so soon? And without telling me?â
Charlie looked at the door again, opening it.
âMay I speak now?â
She crossed her arms. âYou mayââ
He abruptly outstretched his hand. âAlastor! Pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart! QUITE a pleasure!â He let himself in. âExcuse my sudden visit but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldnât resist! What a performance!! Why I havenât been that entertained sinceâ Y/N?!â
He seemed shocked to see you. Shocked, at a loss for words, he felt it all. You stood, coming over to him and holding him tight, and he gently pulled you off after hugging you.
âWHERE WERE YOU?! YOU SAID YOUâD COME HOME!â
He was taken aback by your anger that you felt rightfully so. He looked down at you.
âMy dear, I swung by the house and you werenât there! I was going to announce my coming home, but I assumed you must have been out running errands! Iâm terribly sorry.â
He hugged you.
Charlie was confused, and so were Vaggie and Angel. Charlie came over.
âSoooo⊠you two know each other?â
Vaggie seemed confused, lowering her spear. âThe Radio Demon has a.. what?â
You smiled. âWife.â
âWife?!â Exclaimed all three in unison, surprised.
Alastor nodded. âThis is my lovely wife, Y/N. We have been married for.. my apologies, dear, how long has it been?â
âNine years.â
âNine years. I canât believe I missed it.â
You looked up at him. âWe have seven anniversaries, fourteen birthdays, seven Valentineâs Days, seven Halloweens, and seven Christmases to catch up on. Youâve missed everything.â
He held your hand. âDonât worry, my dear. Iâll make sure that I catch up on everything with you. Iâll see you at home then?â
You nodded, giving him a hug before leaving the hotel, listening to his dialogue between him and Charlie about the hotel fade into the background.
Driving your car, you made it home, parking it in the driveway. You loved your home that you shared with Alastor, you felt so lucky he gave you such a gift to share with you. And now, you were waitingâonce againâfor his return.
After providing Charlie with help and more staff for the hotelâand after a little brawl with an overlord wanna-beâAlastor returned home to you, the love of his life, prepared for whatever you may feel towards him.
He opened the door with his keys, walking in and closing the door behind him.
âMy dear, Iâm home~!!â
You emerged from the kitchen, in the middle of making supper.
âThere you are, Alastor!â You furiously tugged off your apron and oven mitts. âFor seven years and a day Iâve been waiting for you to come home! Do you have any ideaââ
He shut you up with a gentle kiss, pulling you into a hug and getting you to return the kiss, hook, line, and sinker. You gently pet his ear, pulling away.
Alastor raised your chin so you could look at him, his gaze somber.
âYou have every right to be upset, my love. Iâve been an absent husband, and I have failed to be there for you. I love you dearly, and if it were up to me, I would stay with you to protect you during the harsh times. But unfortunately for you and for me, Iâm under lock and key.â
He hugged you and rubbed your back.
âCan you forgive me?â
After a pause, you held him tight, crying into his shoulder. âIâm just so glad youâre safe⊠I was so worried for so longâŠâ
He held you gently, embracing you tightly.
âOf course I forgive you, Iâm just worried about you.â
âIâm glad. Iâm lucky to have you.â
He kissed the top of your head, gently petting your hair.
âNow, I made a meal. Will you come join me for supper?â
âAlways, my dear.â
Alastor helped set the table, and you served you and him meatloaf. He always loved your cooking.
As you sat at the table, both of you ate your meal together. The candles were lit, napkins in your lap, just enjoying your first meal together since he left.
About a week later, you had spent so much time catching up Alastor on your life, things that had happened in the past seven years. You spent time with him catching up on all your special days over the course of so many years, enjoying each moment with him. You told him how just before his arrival you offered to work at the Happy Hotelânow Hazbin hotelâand now you were working there, and so was Alastor.
After such an eventful week, you two thought to stay in the Hazbin Hotel for your jobs.
It has been a week since the exterminations, and the hotel was in good shape. You and Alastor worked around the hotel during the day, you often helping with chores. You didnât have a specific description assigned to you, so you helped however you could.
However, over time, you took on advertisement for the hotel. Since Alastor expressed his distaste for modern entertainment, you took it upon yourself to handle televised advertisements for the hotel.
Busy in your study scheduling another advertisement to air, you caught word from the lobby that Lucifer himself was going to be coming to the hotel soon! Oh, and that was exciting for you. You always wanted to meet the King of Hell, and as an Overlord, you wanted to make a great impression.
You then spent that evening practicing how you would introduce yourself.
Awaking with Alastor the next morning, you helped each other bathe and dress, coming downstairs for breakfast. Afterwards, everyone at the hotel began preparing for Luciferâs arrival. Angel did his makeup, Niffty made cookies, and you and Alastor helped with tidying up little messes and hanging little decorations for Luciferâs arrival here and there.
Alastor turned to you with a grin. âWhat lovely work, my dear!â There was applause over his radio, and you chuckled, grinning back up at him.
âNot so bad yourself, âMy Deer.ââ
Your pun made Alastor delightfully chuckle.
Charlie rushed to the door. âOKAY everyone!! Itâs showtime~!!â
She opened the door and there stood the.. rather short king, but quite the spectacle nonetheless!
âCharlie!!â The King hugged his daughter, rambling on about how good it was to see her.
Afterwards, Charlie began to introduce everyone in the hotel. Vaggie, Niffty, Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious.
After catching sight of the bar, Alastor appeared behind Lucifer to introduce himself.
âAlastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!â You caught view of how he wiped his hand on his jacket. âItâs nice to finally put a face to the name!â
He made a pinching motion with his fingers to show how short Lucifer was.
âI must say, you are much shorter in real life!â
âWho is this? Who is this nowâ are you the bellhop?â
âHaha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.â He leaned on his cane with a more strained smile.
Lucifer thought. âNope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel! Ha ha ha!â
Alastor glared. âHa ha ha! It was actually my idea.â
Lucifer glared back. âHa ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!â
With a strained grin, Alastor looked down at him. âHa ha! Fuck you.â
Charlie stepped in immediately to prevent anything from happening.
âOkay! Okay, anyway. Dad, thereâs someone else I want you to meet.â
She came over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, to which you took as cue to smile pleasantly.
âAnd this is Miss L/N, who is responsible for our media representation!â
You smiled and shook Luciferâs hand.
âThe pleasure is mine, Your Highness. Please! Call me Y/N.â
He nodded and let go of your hand. âAh! Media representation! Which isâŠ?â
You elaborated with a smile. âI make sure that I broadcast televised advertisements of the hotel to give it good representation during commercial breaks! I hope you might have seen one of my segments to market this hotel!â
Lucifer nodded. âI managed to catch one of them on television! That was your work? Wow! I felt captivated! If I was a sinner, I definitely would have been sold. Fine work, young lady.â
Alastor was watching from afar of your pleasant interaction with Lucifer, and static increased over his radio, his smile grew tense, and his grip on his staff only tightened more. He looked like he might pop a vessel.
He hated Lucifer with every fiber of his being, and it began to cloud his judgment. Was he trying to steal you? Was he trying to seduce you? Oh, how it ruffled his feathers.
If not for directly in front of the small audience of the hotelâs patrons, he might do something brash or cause a scene. He growled lowly, now angry.
You nodded at Luciferâs compliment, continuing your segment. âMiss Charlieâs dream is rather peculiar, and it is such an honor to advertise for her dream of redeeming sinners!â
Lucifer beamed. âIâm glad that my daughter has someone like you to represent her dreams!â
Charlie nodded. âWithout her help, Dad, we wouldnât have been able to get the word out there! Posters, televised ads, she does a lot!â
You nodded with a soft chuckle, and Alastor only disappeared, frustrated.
âHow dare that short bastard try to charm her! Doesnât he know she belongs to me? Or should I put him in his place?â
Alastor schemed for hours in his radio tower pacing back and forth. To his frustration, Lucifer wasnât helping at all.
Over the course of a couple weeks, Lucifer decided to move in, and you two talked way too often for Alastorâs liking. He was growing frustrated seeing how well you got along with that damn snake.
You felt confused, as Alastor seemed distant towards you, and was away more shut up in his tower. You tried to ask him, but he brushed it off. You decided to give him some space.
âLousyâ Iâll show him. Iâll show him to stay away. He wonât get to her, Iâll make sure of it!â
The more he schemed as the days went by, the more clouded his judgement became. He needed to show Lucifer who you belonged to. You two had been married almost a decade and this lousy king tries to come in and ruin things? Oh Alastor wasnât having it.
The next day, Alastor approached you in the morning.
âY/N, dear,â he cooed, a grin spreading across his face, âwould you like to go out to dinner tonight?â
âI- yes Alastor! I would love to.â
Just having Alastor in his presence infuriated Lucifer. He sneered and changed his tune as soon as Alastor left.
âThat dumb, red loudspeaker. Tsk. Anyhow, Y/N, how do you feel about ducks?â
âOh how I love ducks! Theyâre such adorable creatures.â
Just watching you have pleasant conversation with Lucifer only pushed Alastor to continue his plan further. At some point his shadow tried to stop him, but Alastor only brushed him off.
âNot now, old friend,â said Alastor, brushing him off, âI have to show him who she belongs to.â
His shadow knew this was a terrible idea. It tried to warn you, but was always blocked by Alastor. He didnât want you to suspect a thing. He would win you back fair and square.
The following day after your dinner date, Alastor continued to plan dates with you in a maddened state. He talked with you and spent lots of time with you in the lobby, deliberately trying to get between you and Lucifer. He wasnât as low as to say lies to cause a problem, but he was petty and selfish enough to let this prick who you belonged to.
Lucifer, however, was making no move whatsoever to try and win you over. He thought you were a great person and you were a thrill to be around, but he was a married man, with an absent wife he was loyal to. Why would he just flirt with some random sinner?
He knew you had a ring on your finger, but brought no attention to it, until one day Alastor tried to court you again.
You were so unbelievably confused. This was the fourth week! It was like before your marriage all over again.
Lucifer laughed with you on the sofa, trying to redirect the conversation.
âSo, Iâve noticed your ring! Itâs lovely.â
âOh! Yes. This lovely thing.â You looked at your ring with love in your eyes. âHe is such a lovely man.â
Knowing you were talking about him, Alastorâs ego swelled. His plan was working! That bastard will soon stop his efforts, or so Alastor was hoping.
âHow long have you been married?â
âNine lovely years.â
âI hope to meet him one day. Or her! Or... even them! Wow! I love seeing people happy.â
âAnd happy we are!â Alastor strode over, placing a hand on your shoulder, making Lucifer grimace.
Lucifer grimaced. âYouâre married to him?! What could you possible see in that deer man?!â
You snapped. âAlright that is ENOUGH! Alastor, a word?â
You dragged him over to a hallway, furious.
âAlastor, just what is the matter with you?! Iâm embarrassed by your behavior! What is your problem? I can talk to Lucifer, or is your anger towards him so fucking deep that even I, an individual, am barred from talking to him?! You need to fix yourself!!â
He growled, dragging you down the hall to your bedroom.
He opened the door and pinned you to the back of it as soon as it shut, kissing you heavily.
âAlastorââ
He kissed you deeply, groaning as you returned it. The kiss grew heated, needy, and deeper. His hips pressed into yours and you threw your leg over his hip, moaning into the kiss.
Alastor rolled his hips into yours, erection pressing against your pencil skirt.
âThis is what you do to me.â
Alastor threw you onto your shared, plush bed, drinking in the sight of you.
He growled, his arousal straining against his pants.
âAlastor, what is this all about?â
âNothing. I need you. Right now.â
âOh.â
He crawled onto the bed, caging you in. He came down to your neck, sucking and kissing, leaving hickeys. He gently nipped your neck too.
âA-ahâ AlastorâŠâ
Hearing your moans only increased his arousal. He moved down your neck to your collarbones, looking up at you. With a nod from you, he growled and tore off your blouse, kissing down your chest in the valley of your breasts.
âPlease, AlastorâŠâ
He captured your lips in a kiss again, groaning as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders.
You kissed his forehead, brushing hair from his face. He gently rubbed the top of your hips.
âMine.â
He tossed his shirt and smiled wickedly down at you.
You whined, arousal gathering between your thighs. You stripped your clothes off, tossing them along with Alâs onto the floor.
Alastor kissed the inside of your thighs, loving the sounds you made.
âOhhh⊠A-AlastorâŠâ
His tongue licked a stripe up your slit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted and brows knit together. You growled and tangled your hand in his hair, lying back against the pillows.
âYouâre so wet.â
He sucked your sensitive bud, making you moan louder and whine.
âP-please Al I need to cum-! AhâŠâ
âGood girl.â
He pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them. You arched your spine, only tugging on his hair more.
âAlastorrrrrâŠâ
He worked his fingers more, pumping them in and out of your pussy. He slowly worked them faster and faster to push you over the edge, enjoying hearing you as your moans got higher in pitch.
âAlastor-! Iâ ah- Iâm gonnaâ!â
âCum for me, Mon Amour.â
With that you came hard with a cry of ecstasy, making a mess all over his face and nose. Panting, you looked down at him, ruffling his hair. You laid back against the pillows, catching your breath.
âThat was amazing.. mm..â
He pulled you on top of him, lying back against the pillows and hooking his arms under your knees, holding you flushed to him as he spread you wide.
âAlastor?â
âYouâre mine right now.â
He gently spread your lips with his fingers, sinking them in to make you groan.
âAlastor⊠ahh-â
He thrust up into you, both of you moaning in unison.
âYouâre so wet.â
He set a slow pace, hitting the back of your cunt each time, and soon enough he set a fast, needy pace.
âAh- ah- Alastorâ!â
Hearing your cries made him thrust faster and deeper.
âY/Nâ merde..â
He thrust up into your cunt over and over, grunting in your ear and panting.
âSay it. Say that you belong to me.â
Panting, your mind was becoming more and more clouded with pleasure.
Your moaned got higher in pitch and louder, and with a final thrust, Alastor pushed you both over the edge, making you see stars. He laid his head on your shoulder, panting.
After a minute, Alastor pulled out with a groan, his seed spilling from you. He propped you up against the headboard of the bed, sitting next to you.
He moved to rest his head on your chest, looking up at you. His ears were pinned and his smile was small and strained. You tilted your head and pulled up the blanket.
âAlastor dear, what is the matter?â
He buried his face in your chest, softly crying. His ears were pinned all the way back. His state surprised you, and you gently pet his hair.
âShhh⊠Alastor, why are you crying?â
He looked up at you, ashamed.
âI was jealous. Jealous of you talking to Lucifer.â He brushed away his tears.
âOh, so thatâs what this is about.â Your eyes narrowed.
He continued. âI was threatened by him, insecure. I was weak. I thought he was trying to take you from meâŠâ
You held him close. âNo no no, Alastor! Not at all!â
You pet his hair and brushed it out of his face. âMe and Lucifer had no emotional connection like that. We talked, yes, but it was because he was pleasant to be around.â
You cupped his cheeks, petting his ears and hair again, kissing the top of your forehead.
âYouâre sorely mistaken if you think Iâm going anywhere, my love. I love you for you.â
He smiled gently, resting his head on your chest, the thump of your heart filling his ears.
He sat up and held your face, kissing you like you would disappear in an instant. You wrapped your hands under his arms, holding his back. Your hand gently trailed up his spine and held the back of his head, the kisses turning salty from his tears. He reached for your hand and intertwined his with yours, gripping it tight. He brought it to his lips, kissing your delicate hand, treating you like a flower.
âI love you, Mon Amour,â he said, kissing your hand again, âyou mean everything to me.â
âAnd you mean everything to me, Alastor.â
âI need more of youâŠâ
He kissed you again, pulling your legs over his hips, cock at your entrance. He kissed down your neck, hearing you moan softly. He thrust in, sucking your neck as you moaned loudly and gripped his shoulder.
âThatâs it, Mon Cher~ fuck, you take me so goodâŠâ
He rested his forehead against yours, holding onto your thighs as he thrust deep into you. Not as animalistic as the last round, but needy and desperate.
You moaned softly as he thrust deep, nails digging into his back. He growled into your ear, panting as he continued chasing his high.
âThatâs it- Alastor- A-Alastorââ
His thrusts became erratic. He buried his face in your neck.
âAlastor please- I- Iâm close-!!! Ahh!!!â
As you cried in ecstasy, Alastor spilled his spend into you, collapsing on top of you.
Alastor kissed the top of your head. âYou did amazing.â
You gently smiled, looking up at him with love.
âWe should clean up.â
âAnd clean up we shall.â
After you both caught your breath, Alastor picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.
Whilst waiting for the shower water to warm up, Alastor handed you a towel and you got one for him. You sat in his lap on the edge of the bath tub, resting your face in his neck.
âYou look exhausted, love.â Alastor brushed your hair.
âMmhmm⊠you wore me out, AlâŠâ
âOh dear. Exhausted you from intercourse. Whatever will I do?â He softly chuckled.
You breathed in his scent, gently nuzzling his neck.
Steam started to fill the room and Alastor picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Getting into the shower with you, he helped you down and sat with you, pulling you close.
âLet me help you wash up, darling.â
Grabbing the soap from above, Alastor gently lathered his hands in soap, caressing your skin. You groaned softly, enjoying his touch.
âAl, Iâm a little sore. Could you please massage my thighs?â
âOf course.â
He used a firm grip to massage your muscles.
âIs that better?â
âYes, it is. Thanks.â
You took the soap from him and lathered his body in suds, taking his shampoo to wash his hair.
In your care, Alastor smiled softly, feeling lucky to have such a gorgeous woman like you to take care of him. Considering how he was absent for so long, and you loved him no matter what, he felt very lucky.
He gently grabbed your wrist.
You looked at him with concern. âAl? Whatâs wrong?â
âMy dear,â he started, sighing, âI apologize for my behavior earlier. What I did was wrong. I was jealous of you, and I let my judgement be clouded. I know youâre better than that, not to leave me for the King of Hell.â
He gently held your hand.
âYou have every right to be cross with me, my love. Cross, hurt, upset, anything.â
He gently kissed your knuckles, then the inside of your wrist.
âI humbly ask for your forgiveness, my love.â
You gently held his head, kissing his forehead.
âThank you, Alastor. I know that you were feeling absurd things, and Iâm baffled, yes, but I forgive you. You areâwell, not human anymore, but âhumanââand jealousy becoming of you is normal, albeit baffling. But I love you nonetheless, you silly man.â
You kissed him gently, his ears gently lowering. Holding your face, he kissed you back, one hand cupping your cheek and another pulling you to him by your spine.
âI love you too, dearest.â
Alastor helped wash your hair too, and after resting for a while, you and Alastor got out of the shower, turning off the water and bundling yourselves in towels.
At the sink, you brushed your teeth with him and turned on the hair dryer, using it to dry out Alastorâs hair and then your own. You noticed he seemed to be⊠distant.
At the sight of dullness in his eyes, you feigned a gasp, gently laying a hand on his chest.
âAlastor! Youâre naked!â
He looked down at you.
âDear, I know Iâmââ
You gently shushed him.
âNo, love. Youâre naked.â
âOh.â
With a sly grin you gently started to tickle him, watching him start to laugh and beg you for mercy.
âIâm gonna get you!!â
You continued to tickle him, and he tickled you back, making you giggle cutely.
âAl please! Mercy! Mercy!!â
âMerci? Is that a thank you? You want more?â
He continued tickling you, making you laugh.
âPlease Al! Mercy!â
He pulled back, holding you close. You kissed his nose and laid your head on his chest.
âYouâre never fully dressed without a smile, Al.â
âThank you, my love.â
He gently kissed you, embracing you gently.
You looked up at him. âWhy donât we put on pajamas?â
He smiled gently. âYou read my mind.â
You both fetched your satin sleepwear, climbing back into bed. He turned off the lamp in your shared room, holding you in bed.
âSleep well, Mon Amour.â
Both of you fell asleep soundly soon after that, now back to normal.
Requests are coming along smoothly! Albeit slow, but I promise you they are being well-crafted and not rushed. There are four left to go in this current batch, then I have the next few to work on! Everything takes time, so I am trying to give it my love and attention.
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Hey! I stumbled across your page and read a few things! I love your work!! I was wondering if I could have an alastor x reader where Alastor is readers husband, however after his 7 year sabbatical, everything was left in question. When he came back it was awkward, and his arrival brought in interesting characters..one of them being Lucifer. And basically Lucifer is his charming self (not really flirting, just getting along with reader) but alastor isnât taking it that way..he courts reader all over again and BOOM. NSFW ensues where he admits in a state of vulnerability that he felt jealous and yeah. THANK YOU SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK
Firstly, Iâm touched you love my work!! đ Tysm it means a lot!
Secondly, I LOVE this idea! Alastor being a little insecure and admitting during lovemaking that he is makes reader question, and I think would try and comfort him and tell him that everything is fine!
Lastly, as with all of my writes, I want this to be well-detailed and not rushed, so with that and the other projects/asks Iâm working on, it should be 2 weeks max (Iâm estimating), but should be out before then. Donât feel bad about long asks! Every ask of every shape and size are important to me đ Iâll get something in progress!
Stay tuned~!
(Apologies if anything doesnât make sense/I missed something, itâs about 1 in the morning over here)
Synopsis: A fit of jealously and rage sweeps over Alastor after his untimely return seven years after he disappeared. When your beloved husband returns, he finds you talking with Lucifer, mistaking it for Lucifer hitting on you. Due to this, Alastor makes constant attempts to âwin you over.â
Word Count: 5.4k
Tags: nsfw, smut, p in v, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving), sinner!reader, fem!reader, angst, jealousy, tension, sexual tension
Warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI), Possessive sex, sexual themes
A/N: Thank you to @rattybimbo for the lovely idea! I LOVE Alastor I canât get enough of the kinky ideas or wanting to absolutely be destroyed by him :) Oh! And @sorenflyinn asked me to tag them? So here you go! Eat up :3
(Apologies this took so long!)
NSFW under the cut!
The exterminations caused fear to rise in Hell. Those who escaped the angels were lucky to live, and this included Overlords. With Alastor, he was a target for Heavenâs extermination army. If they rid of influence, then they would be able to lower the chance of an uprising against Heaven.
Now, just before the next, Alastor had to leave? It didnât make sense to you, but it definitely stung, and that you knew for certain.
âMy dear,â said Alastor, caressing your cheek. âI have to go away for a while. A sabbatical, if you will.â
âWhy canât I come with you?â You looked up at him with teary eyes, burying your face in his chest while you hugged him. âI donât want you to goâŠâ
It tore him to see you so distressed. Alastor never wanted to leave, he loved you dearly. If it wasnât for Rosie, he would have no reason to leave. But because of the extermination about to commence and with his rise of popularity, he had to go into hiding and stay off the air.
It plagued you. He gently held you, kissing the top of your head.
âMy rose, I will return. I will be gone for a long time, but I donât want this to disturb you. I will send letters. Promise me you wonât leave..â
âIâm your wife, for christ sake!â You looked up at him, brushing away your tears. âWhat makes you think I would leave?â
You cried softly, and it tore him apart. âAt least eat with me one last time before you go, AlastorâŠâ
He would be complaining to Rosie about this. Why couldnât his dear wife come with him? Why did he have to bury himself in solidarity? All of this rubbed him the wrong way. He hated answering to a higher power. He wanted his freedom to spend the rest of his afterlife with his lovely wife, and thatâs it.
He made you jambalaya, spending his last moments with you talking and trying to keep the mood light to try and distract from the depressing atmosphere hanging overhead. He poured you a glass of wine, toasting you to a promise of return. After that, he climbed into bed with you, holding you as you began to fall asleep.
He was gone the next morning.
You spent seven years alone. Isolated.
Occasionally, once or twice a year, Alastor managed to get a letter to you, telling about how much he missed you, and that he couldnât wait to reunite with you again. It warmed your heart, but also made you devastated, only reminding you of the distance between you and your beloved.
You and Alastor had only been married for two years. And just before your third anniversary, he was torn from you. Where was he? Where was he being kept? Well, at least he wasnât in danger.
It had now been a year, so now it was the day of your fourth anniversary.
âHappy⊠four years, Alastor.â
At the table you sat alone, the room illuminated by four candles on a cake you had purchased at a bakery nearby. You just stared, tears falling. You cried softly at the table, distraught over the silence of your husband and his absence.
A year and a half alone. Frightened. Untouched. Isolated and alone in your home without the warmth of your husband.
It was killing you. The radio which played the jazz you both danced to sat untouched, collecting dust. It was taking everything in you not to slip into something dangerous, as you knew if you did, you wouldnât be able to escape. You would have trapped yourself in a cage of your own making.
Finally, after seven long gruesome years alone, you had enough. You were loyal, but you needed something to do. Every day in your house alone was going to drive you mad.
âI need something to do.â
To your luck, you had heard of this âHappy Hotel,â and though you werenât looking for a ticket for redemption, you thought a job might suffice.
âFinally, something to get me out of the house.â
You drove your car down to this âHappy Hotel,â a flyer in hand. You had seen the news and the performance, and now you had some more information about for this... hotel, if you could even call it that. (The performance on 666 News was not endearing, to say the least.)
Arriving, with three knocks you waited at the door. When the door opened, there stood the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar.
âHello! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! Iâm Charlie!â
âPleasure.â You shook her hand. âMay I come in now?â
âYes! Yes yes, of course!â The princess bounced up and down with pure excitement, opening the door wide for you.
Upon entering, there were two other unnamed people, who Charlie introduced as Vaggie, her girlfriend, and Angel Dust, the hotelâs first guest, and famous porn star.
Charlie approached you again, happy to have another sinner interested. âSo! Miss L/N, right? Are you interested in redeeming yourself to get to Heaven?â
âActually,â you started, watching her smile falter a little. âI am here as I heard about your little hotel and saw the broadcast, and thought you could use more helping hands. It seems you lack staff, so I thought I could offer myself.â
Vaggie, the princessâ girlfriend, came over to you, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. You were an Overlord, what could you possibly want except trouble?
âWhat kind of job? Or is that just some form of you saying you want to make a deal?â
Charlie pulled Vaggie aside. âLighten up, Vaggie, youâll scare her away!â
Vaggie looked at her taller lover, sighing.
âCharlie,â Vaggie started, laying a hand on Charlieâs shoulder, âOverlords only want trouble, you know that.â
Charlie nodded. âMhm.â
Vaggie continued. âSo she could be looking to cause trouble!â
Out of earshot, you were striking up a conversation with Angel, talking about life in hell, his role, and more.
Charlie looked back at you then back at Vaggie. âWell, have faith! Letâs give her a chance, she could mean well for the hotel!â
Vaggie closed her eyes, nodding. âSure. After all, Overlords have influence. If word gets out about her at the hotel, it might draw in sinners looking to redeem!â
Charlie bounced excitedly and hugged Vaggie, who hugged back with affection and a soft smile.
Charlie then came back over to you, nodding firmly.
âOkay, Miss L/N! Youâre hired!â
You smiled with a soft nod. âAh, wonderful. Just allow me to help with whatever you need, Princess!â
When she nodded and left, you slumped into the couch, sighing and thinking to yourself.
âPerfect. Now I have something to do. I just have to wait for Alastor to come back, whenever that may beââ
A knock came from the front doors to the hotel, which caught Charlieâs attention. She approached the door warily, the temperature seeming to drop the closer she got to the door.
When she got to the door, she opened it, craning her neck to see a tall, creepy man. His eyes opened and he smiled wide, hands folded behind his back.
âHELâ!â
Charlie slammed the door and reopened it.
ââLO!â
She thought to herself, in shock.
âHey Vaggie?â
âWhattt?â
âThe Radio Demon is at the door!â
Vaggie shot up and you did too.
âWhat?!â
âWhat should I do?!â Charlie pulled at her face.
Vaggie thought. âWell, donât let him in!â
But you thought in your mind.
âYes. Please let him in. Thatâs my husband. I want to see him. But what the hell is he doing back so soon? And without telling me?â
Charlie looked at the door again, opening it.
âMay I speak now?â
She crossed her arms. âYou mayââ
He abruptly outstretched his hand. âAlastor! Pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart! QUITE a pleasure!â He let himself in. âExcuse my sudden visit but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldnât resist! What a performance!! Why I havenât been that entertained sinceâ Y/N?!â
He seemed shocked to see you. Shocked, at a loss for words, he felt it all. You stood, coming over to him and holding him tight, and he gently pulled you off after hugging you.
âWHERE WERE YOU?! YOU SAID YOUâD COME HOME!â
He was taken aback by your anger that you felt rightfully so. He looked down at you.
âMy dear, I swung by the house and you werenât there! I was going to announce my coming home, but I assumed you must have been out running errands! Iâm terribly sorry.â
He hugged you.
Charlie was confused, and so were Vaggie and Angel. Charlie came over.
âSoooo⊠you two know each other?â
Vaggie seemed confused, lowering her spear. âThe Radio Demon has a.. what?â
You smiled. âWife.â
âWife?!â Exclaimed all three in unison, surprised.
Alastor nodded. âThis is my lovely wife, Y/N. We have been married for.. my apologies, dear, how long has it been?â
âNine years.â
âNine years. I canât believe I missed it.â
You looked up at him. âWe have seven anniversaries, fourteen birthdays, seven Valentineâs Days, seven Halloweens, and seven Christmases to catch up on. Youâve missed everything.â
He held your hand. âDonât worry, my dear. Iâll make sure that I catch up on everything with you. Iâll see you at home then?â
You nodded, giving him a hug before leaving the hotel, listening to his dialogue between him and Charlie about the hotel fade into the background.
Driving your car, you made it home, parking it in the driveway. You loved your home that you shared with Alastor, you felt so lucky he gave you such a gift to share with you. And now, you were waitingâonce againâfor his return.
After providing Charlie with help and more staff for the hotelâand after a little brawl with an overlord wanna-beâAlastor returned home to you, the love of his life, prepared for whatever you may feel towards him.
He opened the door with his keys, walking in and closing the door behind him.
âMy dear, Iâm home~!!â
You emerged from the kitchen, in the middle of making supper.
âThere you are, Alastor!â You furiously tugged off your apron and oven mitts. âFor seven years and a day Iâve been waiting for you to come home! Do you have any ideaââ
He shut you up with a gentle kiss, pulling you into a hug and getting you to return the kiss, hook, line, and sinker. You gently pet his ear, pulling away.
Alastor raised your chin so you could look at him, his gaze somber.
âYou have every right to be upset, my love. Iâve been an absent husband, and I have failed to be there for you. I love you dearly, and if it were up to me, I would stay with you to protect you during the harsh times. But unfortunately for you and for me, Iâm under lock and key.â
He hugged you and rubbed your back.
âCan you forgive me?â
After a pause, you held him tight, crying into his shoulder. âIâm just so glad youâre safe⊠I was so worried for so longâŠâ
He held you gently, embracing you tightly.
âOf course I forgive you, Iâm just worried about you.â
âIâm glad. Iâm lucky to have you.â
He kissed the top of your head, gently petting your hair.
âNow, I made a meal. Will you come join me for supper?â
âAlways, my dear.â
Alastor helped set the table, and you served you and him meatloaf. He always loved your cooking.
As you sat at the table, both of you ate your meal together. The candles were lit, napkins in your lap, just enjoying your first meal together since he left.
About a week later, you had spent so much time catching up Alastor on your life, things that had happened in the past seven years. You spent time with him catching up on all your special days over the course of so many years, enjoying each moment with him. You told him how just before his arrival you offered to work at the Happy Hotelânow Hazbin hotelâand now you were working there, and so was Alastor.
After such an eventful week, you two thought to stay in the Hazbin Hotel for your jobs.
It has been a week since the exterminations, and the hotel was in good shape. You and Alastor worked around the hotel during the day, you often helping with chores. You didnât have a specific description assigned to you, so you helped however you could.
However, over time, you took on advertisement for the hotel. Since Alastor expressed his distaste for modern entertainment, you took it upon yourself to handle televised advertisements for the hotel.
Busy in your study scheduling another advertisement to air, you caught word from the lobby that Lucifer himself was going to be coming to the hotel soon! Oh, and that was exciting for you. You always wanted to meet the King of Hell, and as an Overlord, you wanted to make a great impression.
You then spent that evening practicing how you would introduce yourself.
Awaking with Alastor the next morning, you helped each other bathe and dress, coming downstairs for breakfast. Afterwards, everyone at the hotel began preparing for Luciferâs arrival. Angel did his makeup, Niffty made cookies, and you and Alastor helped with tidying up little messes and hanging little decorations for Luciferâs arrival here and there.
Alastor turned to you with a grin. âWhat lovely work, my dear!â There was applause over his radio, and you chuckled, grinning back up at him.
âNot so bad yourself, âMy Deer.ââ
Your pun made Alastor delightfully chuckle.
Charlie rushed to the door. âOKAY everyone!! Itâs showtime~!!â
She opened the door and there stood the.. rather short king, but quite the spectacle nonetheless!
âCharlie!!â The King hugged his daughter, rambling on about how good it was to see her.
Afterwards, Charlie began to introduce everyone in the hotel. Vaggie, Niffty, Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious.
After catching sight of the bar, Alastor appeared behind Lucifer to introduce himself.
âAlastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!â You caught view of how he wiped his hand on his jacket. âItâs nice to finally put a face to the name!â
He made a pinching motion with his fingers to show how short Lucifer was.
âI must say, you are much shorter in real life!â
âWho is this? Who is this nowâ are you the bellhop?â
âHaha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.â He leaned on his cane with a more strained smile.
Lucifer thought. âNope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel! Ha ha ha!â
Alastor glared. âHa ha ha! It was actually my idea.â
Lucifer glared back. âHa ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!â
With a strained grin, Alastor looked down at him. âHa ha! Fuck you.â
Charlie stepped in immediately to prevent anything from happening.
âOkay! Okay, anyway. Dad, thereâs someone else I want you to meet.â
She came over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, to which you took as cue to smile pleasantly.
âAnd this is Miss L/N, who is responsible for our media representation!â
You smiled and shook Luciferâs hand.
âThe pleasure is mine, Your Highness. Please! Call me Y/N.â
He nodded and let go of your hand. âAh! Media representation! Which isâŠ?â
You elaborated with a smile. âI make sure that I broadcast televised advertisements of the hotel to give it good representation during commercial breaks! I hope you might have seen one of my segments to market this hotel!â
Lucifer nodded. âI managed to catch one of them on television! That was your work? Wow! I felt captivated! If I was a sinner, I definitely would have been sold. Fine work, young lady.â
Alastor was watching from afar of your pleasant interaction with Lucifer, and static increased over his radio, his smile grew tense, and his grip on his staff only tightened more. He looked like he might pop a vessel.
He hated Lucifer with every fiber of his being, and it began to cloud his judgment. Was he trying to steal you? Was he trying to seduce you? Oh, how it ruffled his feathers.
If not for directly in front of the small audience of the hotelâs patrons, he might do something brash or cause a scene. He growled lowly, now angry.
You nodded at Luciferâs compliment, continuing your segment. âMiss Charlieâs dream is rather peculiar, and it is such an honor to advertise for her dream of redeeming sinners!â
Lucifer beamed. âIâm glad that my daughter has someone like you to represent her dreams!â
Charlie nodded. âWithout her help, Dad, we wouldnât have been able to get the word out there! Posters, televised ads, she does a lot!â
You nodded with a soft chuckle, and Alastor only disappeared, frustrated.
âHow dare that short bastard try to charm her! Doesnât he know she belongs to me? Or should I put him in his place?â
Alastor schemed for hours in his radio tower pacing back and forth. To his frustration, Lucifer wasnât helping at all.
Over the course of a couple weeks, Lucifer decided to move in, and you two talked way too often for Alastorâs liking. He was growing frustrated seeing how well you got along with that damn snake.
You felt confused, as Alastor seemed distant towards you, and was away more shut up in his tower. You tried to ask him, but he brushed it off. You decided to give him some space.
âLousyâ Iâll show him. Iâll show him to stay away. He wonât get to her, Iâll make sure of it!â
The more he schemed as the days went by, the more clouded his judgement became. He needed to show Lucifer who you belonged to. You two had been married almost a decade and this lousy king tries to come in and ruin things? Oh Alastor wasnât having it.
The next day, Alastor approached you in the morning.
âY/N, dear,â he cooed, a grin spreading across his face, âwould you like to go out to dinner tonight?â
âI- yes Alastor! I would love to.â
Just having Alastor in his presence infuriated Lucifer. He sneered and changed his tune as soon as Alastor left.
âThat dumb, red loudspeaker. Tsk. Anyhow, Y/N, how do you feel about ducks?â
âOh how I love ducks! Theyâre such adorable creatures.â
Just watching you have pleasant conversation with Lucifer only pushed Alastor to continue his plan further. At some point his shadow tried to stop him, but Alastor only brushed him off.
âNot now, old friend,â said Alastor, brushing him off, âI have to show him who she belongs to.â
His shadow knew this was a terrible idea. It tried to warn you, but was always blocked by Alastor. He didnât want you to suspect a thing. He would win you back fair and square.
The following day after your dinner date, Alastor continued to plan dates with you in a maddened state. He talked with you and spent lots of time with you in the lobby, deliberately trying to get between you and Lucifer. He wasnât as low as to say lies to cause a problem, but he was petty and selfish enough to let this prick who you belonged to.
Lucifer, however, was making no move whatsoever to try and win you over. He thought you were a great person and you were a thrill to be around, but he was a married man, with an absent wife he was loyal to. Why would he just flirt with some random sinner?
He knew you had a ring on your finger, but brought no attention to it, until one day Alastor tried to court you again.
You were so unbelievably confused. This was the fourth week! It was like before your marriage all over again.
Lucifer laughed with you on the sofa, trying to redirect the conversation.
âSo, Iâve noticed your ring! Itâs lovely.â
âOh! Yes. This lovely thing.â You looked at your ring with love in your eyes. âHe is such a lovely man.â
Knowing you were talking about him, Alastorâs ego swelled. His plan was working! That bastard will soon stop his efforts, or so Alastor was hoping.
âHow long have you been married?â
âNine lovely years.â
âI hope to meet him one day. Or her! Or... even them! Wow! I love seeing people happy.â
âAnd happy we are!â Alastor strode over, placing a hand on your shoulder, making Lucifer grimace.
Lucifer grimaced. âYouâre married to him?! What could you possible see in that deer man?!â
You snapped. âAlright that is ENOUGH! Alastor, a word?â
You dragged him over to a hallway, furious.
âAlastor, just what is the matter with you?! Iâm embarrassed by your behavior! What is your problem? I can talk to Lucifer, or is your anger towards him so fucking deep that even I, an individual, am barred from talking to him?! You need to fix yourself!!â
He growled, dragging you down the hall to your bedroom.
He opened the door and pinned you to the back of it as soon as it shut, kissing you heavily.
âAlastorââ
He kissed you deeply, groaning as you returned it. The kiss grew heated, needy, and deeper. His hips pressed into yours and you threw your leg over his hip, moaning into the kiss.
Alastor rolled his hips into yours, erection pressing against your pencil skirt.
âThis is what you do to me.â
Alastor threw you onto your shared, plush bed, drinking in the sight of you.
He growled, his arousal straining against his pants.
âAlastor, what is this all about?â
âNothing. I need you. Right now.â
âOh.â
He crawled onto the bed, caging you in. He came down to your neck, sucking and kissing, leaving hickeys. He gently nipped your neck too.
âA-ahâ AlastorâŠâ
Hearing your moans only increased his arousal. He moved down your neck to your collarbones, looking up at you. With a nod from you, he growled and tore off your blouse, kissing down your chest in the valley of your breasts.
âPlease, AlastorâŠâ
He captured your lips in a kiss again, groaning as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders.
You kissed his forehead, brushing hair from his face. He gently rubbed the top of your hips.
âMine.â
He tossed his shirt and smiled wickedly down at you.
You whined, arousal gathering between your thighs. You stripped your clothes off, tossing them along with Alâs onto the floor.
Alastor kissed the inside of your thighs, loving the sounds you made.
âOhhh⊠A-AlastorâŠâ
His tongue licked a stripe up your slit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted and brows knit together. You growled and tangled your hand in his hair, lying back against the pillows.
âYouâre so wet.â
He sucked your sensitive bud, making you moan louder and whine.
âP-please Al I need to cum-! AhâŠâ
âGood girl.â
He pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them. You arched your spine, only tugging on his hair more.
âAlastorrrrrâŠâ
He worked his fingers more, pumping them in and out of your pussy. He slowly worked them faster and faster to push you over the edge, enjoying hearing you as your moans got higher in pitch.
âAlastor-! Iâ ah- Iâm gonnaâ!â
âCum for me, Mon Amour.â
With that you came hard with a cry of ecstasy, making a mess all over his face and nose. Panting, you looked down at him, ruffling his hair. You laid back against the pillows, catching your breath.
âThat was amazing.. mm..â
He pulled you on top of him, lying back against the pillows and hooking his arms under your knees, holding you flushed to him as he spread you wide.
âAlastor?â
âYouâre mine right now.â
He gently spread your lips with his fingers, sinking them in to make you groan.
âAlastor⊠ahh-â
He thrust up into you, both of you moaning in unison.
âYouâre so wet.â
He set a slow pace, hitting the back of your cunt each time, and soon enough he set a fast, needy pace.
âAh- ah- Alastorâ!â
Hearing your cries made him thrust faster and deeper.
âY/Nâ merde..â
He thrust up into your cunt over and over, grunting in your ear and panting.
âSay it. Say that you belong to me.â
Panting, your mind was becoming more and more clouded with pleasure.
Your moaned got higher in pitch and louder, and with a final thrust, Alastor pushed you both over the edge, making you see stars. He laid his head on your shoulder, panting.
After a minute, Alastor pulled out with a groan, his seed spilling from you. He propped you up against the headboard of the bed, sitting next to you.
He moved to rest his head on your chest, looking up at you. His ears were pinned and his smile was small and strained. You tilted your head and pulled up the blanket.
âAlastor dear, what is the matter?â
He buried his face in your chest, softly crying. His ears were pinned all the way back. His state surprised you, and you gently pet his hair.
âShhh⊠Alastor, why are you crying?â
He looked up at you, ashamed.
âI was jealous. Jealous of you talking to Lucifer.â He brushed away his tears.
âOh, so thatâs what this is about.â Your eyes narrowed.
He continued. âI was threatened by him, insecure. I was weak. I thought he was trying to take you from meâŠâ
You held him close. âNo no no, Alastor! Not at all!â
You pet his hair and brushed it out of his face. âMe and Lucifer had no emotional connection like that. We talked, yes, but it was because he was pleasant to be around.â
You cupped his cheeks, petting his ears and hair again, kissing the top of your forehead.
âYouâre sorely mistaken if you think Iâm going anywhere, my love. I love you for you.â
He smiled gently, resting his head on your chest, the thump of your heart filling his ears.
He sat up and held your face, kissing you like you would disappear in an instant. You wrapped your hands under his arms, holding his back. Your hand gently trailed up his spine and held the back of his head, the kisses turning salty from his tears. He reached for your hand and intertwined his with yours, gripping it tight. He brought it to his lips, kissing your delicate hand, treating you like a flower.
âI love you, Mon Amour,â he said, kissing your hand again, âyou mean everything to me.â
âAnd you mean everything to me, Alastor.â
âI need more of youâŠâ
He kissed you again, pulling your legs over his hips, cock at your entrance. He kissed down your neck, hearing you moan softly. He thrust in, sucking your neck as you moaned loudly and gripped his shoulder.
âThatâs it, Mon Cher~ fuck, you take me so goodâŠâ
He rested his forehead against yours, holding onto your thighs as he thrust deep into you. Not as animalistic as the last round, but needy and desperate.
You moaned softly as he thrust deep, nails digging into his back. He growled into your ear, panting as he continued chasing his high.
âThatâs it- Alastor- A-Alastorââ
His thrusts became erratic. He buried his face in your neck.
âAlastor please- I- Iâm close-!!! Ahh!!!â
As you cried in ecstasy, Alastor spilled his spend into you, collapsing on top of you.
Alastor kissed the top of your head. âYou did amazing.â
You gently smiled, looking up at him with love.
âWe should clean up.â
âAnd clean up we shall.â
After you both caught your breath, Alastor picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.
Whilst waiting for the shower water to warm up, Alastor handed you a towel and you got one for him. You sat in his lap on the edge of the bath tub, resting your face in his neck.
âYou look exhausted, love.â Alastor brushed your hair.
âMmhmm⊠you wore me out, AlâŠâ
âOh dear. Exhausted you from intercourse. Whatever will I do?â He softly chuckled.
You breathed in his scent, gently nuzzling his neck.
Steam started to fill the room and Alastor picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Getting into the shower with you, he helped you down and sat with you, pulling you close.
âLet me help you wash up, darling.â
Grabbing the soap from above, Alastor gently lathered his hands in soap, caressing your skin. You groaned softly, enjoying his touch.
âAl, Iâm a little sore. Could you please massage my thighs?â
âOf course.â
He used a firm grip to massage your muscles.
âIs that better?â
âYes, it is. Thanks.â
You took the soap from him and lathered his body in suds, taking his shampoo to wash his hair.
In your care, Alastor smiled softly, feeling lucky to have such a gorgeous woman like you to take care of him. Considering how he was absent for so long, and you loved him no matter what, he felt very lucky.
He gently grabbed your wrist.
You looked at him with concern. âAl? Whatâs wrong?â
âMy dear,â he started, sighing, âI apologize for my behavior earlier. What I did was wrong. I was jealous of you, and I let my judgement be clouded. I know youâre better than that, not to leave me for the King of Hell.â
He gently held your hand.
âYou have every right to be cross with me, my love. Cross, hurt, upset, anything.â
He gently kissed your knuckles, then the inside of your wrist.
âI humbly ask for your forgiveness, my love.â
You gently held his head, kissing his forehead.
âThank you, Alastor. I know that you were feeling absurd things, and Iâm baffled, yes, but I forgive you. You areâwell, not human anymore, but âhumanââand jealousy becoming of you is normal, albeit baffling. But I love you nonetheless, you silly man.â
You kissed him gently, his ears gently lowering. Holding your face, he kissed you back, one hand cupping your cheek and another pulling you to him by your spine.
âI love you too, dearest.â
Alastor helped wash your hair too, and after resting for a while, you and Alastor got out of the shower, turning off the water and bundling yourselves in towels.
At the sink, you brushed your teeth with him and turned on the hair dryer, using it to dry out Alastorâs hair and then your own. You noticed he seemed to be⊠distant.
At the sight of dullness in his eyes, you feigned a gasp, gently laying a hand on his chest.
âAlastor! Youâre naked!â
He looked down at you.
âDear, I know Iâmââ
You gently shushed him.
âNo, love. Youâre naked.â
âOh.â
With a sly grin you gently started to tickle him, watching him start to laugh and beg you for mercy.
âIâm gonna get you!!â
You continued to tickle him, and he tickled you back, making you giggle cutely.
âAl please! Mercy! Mercy!!â
âMerci? Is that a thank you? You want more?â
He continued tickling you, making you laugh.
âPlease Al! Mercy!â
He pulled back, holding you close. You kissed his nose and laid your head on his chest.
âYouâre never fully dressed without a smile, Al.â
âThank you, my love.â
He gently kissed you, embracing you gently.
You looked up at him. âWhy donât we put on pajamas?â
He smiled gently. âYou read my mind.â
You both fetched your satin sleepwear, climbing back into bed. He turned off the lamp in your shared room, holding you in bed.
âSleep well, Mon Amour.â
Both of you fell asleep soundly soon after that, now back to normal.
Good morning, my lovelies! Wow, what a couple weeks it has been. Iâve been dealing with a lot of things, and then I got sick, and had an overwhelming amount of things to attend to, but now Iâm back, well-rested, and ready to take on my work here on Tumblr again!
As always, thank you so much for your patience, I know thereâs a lot of work to be done that I have not finished, but I appreciate your stay! It means a lot. Iâve been not feeling the best but now Iâm better!
Thank you for the support, and I assure you that everything will be worked on as soon as possible! I have an update:
- Iâll Make You a Star is in the works, Iâm just prioritizing the other asks first
- I have two asks that I have decided will be works/parts, since I love them and want them to be long and in parts due to their size
- The one of being married to Vox and Alastor
- Exes with Vox + Being his ex-wife/accomplice
- All asks are being worked on! Again, takes time, but Iâm getting there!
For now, further requests are CLOSED until further notice, since I have a lot to get done! Once I get everything moving, I will be happy to take on more work, but this is currently what I need to finish. If you have any questions about coming works, please donât hesitate to ask!
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Stuck in hell, yearning to ascend. You find yourself washed u
Omgg I just thought of the cutest idea everrrrđ€đ€you know the âfish out of waterâ romance trope? Where thereâs your typical downtown countryside girl and uptown, city boy? Imagine that for Vox x female countryside farm girl sinner where theyâre both so different but at the same time intrigued and drawn to one another that they eventually fall for each other and have to navigate among each otherâs lifestyles?â€ïž I donât have anything specific in mind, I just think this is so adorable and would love to see what you come up with!!đ«¶đŒ
Interesting! How peculiar. Iâm not really familiar with this trope, but I would love to try! It can be done, it would help me expand my knowledge! Thank you for the ask! It should be 1-2 weeks, as I am still doing the other asks!
From The Countryside to the City || Vox x Fem!Country Girl Sinner Reader
Pairing: Vox x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: A Country Girl in the big city? Finding it hard for you to adapt, you meet a nice man by chance. A polar opposite to you, you canât help but find yourself head over heels. Eventually, you explore Voxâs way of living, and in turn, he explores yours. Will this go further than you expect it to?
A/N: This was definitely a challenging ask, but I liked writing for it nonetheless. As always, thanks for the ask, Anon! Doing research on southern culture was a blast!
Ah, the country. You had grown up and died there, living a very full life. From the farm to the animals, thatâs all you ever knew. Of course, you also knew you were prone to bar fights. You knew of the world outside of the countryside, but never really thought about venturing out there. That is until your death, of course.
Climbing up to be an overlord in Hell, it occurred to you finally that you were in here because of your violent tendencies and behavior. You had an impulse issue when it came to fighting people. And now, due to your wrath, you wound up in hell.
Hell had advanced to be technology forward. When you first got here, you felt so confused with everything everywhere.
âWhat are these damn things?â Seeing all the flashy screens was confusing. It didnât bring much help no matter how much you asked fellow sinners for advice on the damn trinkets. Nobody explained anything to you, too self-absorbed to help.
Walking past an alley one day, a glint caught your attention. You came over, your interest captivated.
âWhat in tarnationâŠ?â
You came over slowly to where the glint was coming from, locating it. It was some.. picture box thing âwhich you had learned was widely called a televisionâ that looked switched off. Who would just leave it here?
In your curious state, you sat down in the alley, holding it with care. It was so peculiar!
You turned it over slowly in your hands, running your hand across the back panel, and then the front screen. In your curious state, you tilted your head to the side, poking the screen again.
You chuckled. âOh look at that!â You smiled softly, playing with the antenna, âThe TV has a lilâ hat!â
Why would anyone give a TV a little hat?
That is, until the screen turned on, an audible groan coming from the picture box. You exclaimed in surprise, throwing it in shock. It didnât seem too happy.
âOW! FUCK!â
The television was a.. head? Whatever it was, it was clearly mad, glaring up at you.
âWhatâs the big idea throwing me, lady?!â
âHeavens to Betsy!â You put a hand over your racing heart. âYou gave me quite the scare there, darlin.ââ
âYeah. Iâm a discarded overlord. So what?â
âSo what?â You picked him up again. âOh, babyâŠâ
You were enamored by his everything his little TV head had to offer. You spun his antenna in your hand, watching him blush a little but shake it off.
âWhat?â He laughed at you, âYou never see a TV before?â
You chuckled back. âCanât reckon that I have, darlin.ââ
ââDarlinâ?â Vox was confused. âWhat are you, southern or something?â
âWhy, yes I am!â You smiled, tipping your hat. âY/N. The pleasure is mine, MrâŠ?â
âVox.â You gave him a look.
âVox? Oh Vox! The overlord that destroyed everything. Iâve heard a thing or two.â You started to put him down.
âWaitwaitwaitwait!â Vox looked at you with panic. Any attention made him happy. âPlease! Please, lady, I want to change.âïżŒ
âReally?â You held him closer to your face, his facial features shrinking into the screen.
âY-yeah! Please help me. I want to regenerate my body again.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, then thought nothing of it. âOh all right then, sugar. Iâll help you!â
He seemed excited about that. Also, he would be lying if he said he didnât think you were pretty. The way your hair framed your face, your cowgirl hat⊠he thought you might be some angel in disguise.
âVox,â you said, holding him, âwhy is it that youâre in this alleyway and not back with the Vees?â
âI.. canât really answer that. They havenât found me.â
âHuh. Interesting.â
You picked him up, still interested in his screen.
âWell, now I have you to take care of!â
Since the destruction of The Might of Lilith âwhich you still didnât understandâ Vox had lost everything. He lost his status as a Vee, lost his body, and lost the respect of Hell. His only hope was that VoxTek would stay afloat and wouldnât tank, at least he still had that as an overlord.
On your end, since the destruction of The Might of Lilith, you were working hard to understand technology, as you would have to adapt. You were like a fish out of water. Nothing made sense, and it was hard to adapt to this new⊠âtechnologyâ for survival. Eventually though, to your fortune, it all started to make sense. You didnât quite understand television yet, but basic things to interact with for survival were coming along nicely.
So much so, after you were a little bit better with technology, you started to gain some momentum around you. You donât know how you got to the hotel in the first place, but meeting the king, you told him all about how you had heard about how it was possibly to traverse realms, and knowing that there was a countryside in the ring of Wrath, you really wanted to go. You explained that all this high-grade technology was hard to understand, and you wished to go back to a place similar to your lifestyle on Earth.
Normally, the King of Hell wouldnât just give a visa away so carelessly, but after agreeing to help out Charlie, his daughter, your visa would be valid for as long as you proved yourself to be a hard-working sinner to aid Charlie.
It definitely was a challenge, but it was worth it for a visa to visit the closest thing to home.
Carrying the TV with you, you made your way to where the elevator was located. It was definitely hard to get this visa a couple months ago, so you were going to use it as often as you wanted.
At the entrance you swiped the card, then entered. There was several people bustling about. Imps arriving from different rings, people coming and going, it was a lot. You and your little TV head version on Vox made your way to the elevator, then entering, pushing the button to descend to the ring of Wrath just located below the ring of Pride.
Vox looked up at you. âWell, miss Y/N, seems weâre both going down to Wrath. I donât think Iâve ever been.â
You looked at him. âHow long will it take ya to regenerate your body?â
He thought on that. âItâs usually a month.â
âA month? Well, Iâll get to take care of you all day!â
Soon with a ding!, the elevator opened to the Wrath ring, and you stepped out into the surrounding area of the elevatorâs room, Vox in hand.
âBefore I found you, Vox, I managed to get a lilâ house on the farm! Iâve been tending to it, and living there. Weâll find it.â
After traveling for a while, both you and Vox found your home on the countryside. Now he was the fish out of water. He was used to the flashing lights, the big city. The hustle and advancements in technology was his life. But the simple countryside? It would be a while before he could adjust.
You laid Vox in one of the two beds, bringing back some soup for him. He looked up at you.
He seemed suspicious. âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
You chuckled. âItâs just how I am, sugar! Hospitality is in my roots.â
He thought it was cute when you fed him soup, and it wasnât all that bad. For a countryside recipe, it was actually delicious. He liked the soup, and asked for some seconds, as he was really hungry.
Over time with you, Vox learned tales of your life and the countryside. Bar fights, tending to cattle at home, he heard a lot. In addition, his body continued to regenerate. One day you were happy for him as you saw his neck, then the tops of his shoulders, then his biceps, and faster than expected Vox gained back a body.
You were preparing food for him one day when he walked into the kitchen behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck.
âGood morninâ, Vox~â you blushed gently, then it occurred to you that he now has the ability to hug you.
âHeavens to Betsy! Oh Vox, you have your body back!â
You hugged him happily, excited for him. He gently brushed hair out of your face, smiling.
âYeah, I do!â He managed to secure some clothes before coming to surprise you, now in a plain white lounge shirt and pants. He hugged you, grateful for restoring him back to health.
âThank you so much, baby..â he held you tight, resting his face in your hair. You smiled gently, and hugged him tightly back.
In the month you had been together, you both managed to catch feelings for one another. Vox needed his body back so he could take care of you now, and now that he had it, he wanted to make you food, make you feel special. Eventually, he wanted you to move onto his floor on V tower.
âNow I can date you properly.â He kissed your temple, caressing your cheeks. You chuckled gently, turning back to the food.
âThe food wonât get done if you just stand here if you keep a hold on me! Iâm fixinâ it now. Have a seat, darlinâ.â
Vox sat at the kitchen table, admiring your cute form. He loved watching you cook in your cute little apron.
âWhatâs on the menu today, dear?â
âThis morning, weâre having country ham and redeye gravy!â
âThat sounds really good.â Vox watched as you brought over his plate, waiting for you to sit so he could eat. You served yourself, sitting next to him.
âSo, Y/N,â he looked to you. âI was thinking about we could go back to Sin City, Pentagram City, or the Entertainment District. Iâve seen so much from your style of living, I was thinking I could show you some of mine!â
Vox was really excited to get to know you more. He might not show it so much as he would have, but he was. Despite hearing so many stories for the month you two had known each other, he felt there was so much more to understand about you. And in turn, you wanted to know him better as well. Maybe his greed resetting him was a sign. Did he need to rework his life? Starting all over, he met you.
âI would love to, Vox!â He saw your tail swaying, happy to see you so excited.
You loved adapting. Even though the technology was weird, you couldnât wait to learn his way of living, however modern and tech-forward it may be.
For those interested in my series âIâll Make You a Starâ can I tag you guys?
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Voting ended onMay 31
Iâd love to hear your thoughts! Iâm still new to tagging, so let me know! If you donât know what Iâm talking about, Iâve linked it below! Iâve had quite a few of you say you were interested in a part 3, so can I tag you guys when it comes out? Let me know!
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Stuck in hell, yearning to ascend. You find yourself washed u
Hey again! Iâm the anon who submitted the Vox x sassy diva!reader request! YESS pleasee I love the addition of Vox giving her sugar daddy treatment good lordđđđ„đ„ Haha!! I love this and would be honored for you to include it!â€ïž
Of COURSE! Iâm glad you love this thought hehe
That was about 1 in the morning, so Iâm glad it was a good thought lol
Iâd love to include it, and let me know if you think of anything else to add Anon!
