Ok, the entire serial killer thing aside, Alastor would be an amazing Lavender Husband.
Lavender Marriages were marriages of convenience between a man and a woman to conceal the socially stigmatized sexual orientation of one or both partners.
Just, think about it. As a woman in the early 20th century in the United States you'd have close to zero freedom. Barely with a right to vote, women still couldn't live independently.
Now, while married to Alastor you'd have guaranteed freedom from any form of unwanted martial sexual activities. No unwanted touches either!
Alastor holds deep admiration, and respect for women (due to his mother) and has always preferred feminine company. This guy would actually be interested in what you have to say! Your opinions, beliefs, dreams - all of those are valid and he's unironically listening to them.
Thanks to his mother, he'd never make you beg for money in times when you can't even open your own bank account. He'd also support you in your own employment. If the workplace requires your husband's permission he'd just sign it and move on with his day.
Don't even get me started on entertainment with this guy! He plays the piano, he's a good dancer, he's charming and charismatic enough to work as a radio host. You'd never be bored with him! Even if you're more of an indoors, bookish person he would just leave you to it. He's completely capable of having his separate life and you never have to worry about him cheating on you.
Bedsides, if anyone wrongs you you do know they won't go unpunished...
While he might not give you complete freedom when it comes to decorating your house, you can live sound and be sure that he'd never hit you no matter how drunk he'd be.
Like, considering times, especially if you are a PoC - he's a jackpot!
Can you pretty please do age gap relationship with Alastor?
Love your writing btw (≧◡≦)💕
𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫
✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The age difference is noticeable and often earns disapproval from others. After years of carving out his place in the city, people expect Alastor to choose a partner who reflects his establishment. Your youth and relative inexperience don't fit that expectation. He's aware of his reputation and never pretends otherwise. “If this unsettles them,” he says mildly, “that is their discomfort to manage, not ours.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Alastor respects your autonomy and delights in the fire you bring to the relationship. “What would you like to do?” he asks one evening, genuinely interested in your answer. When you raise an eyebrow, he chuckles softly. “Experience teaches many things, but it does not grant authority over another’s life.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The relationship is built on mutual admiration, and he stands by it. You admire his composure, wit, and command, of course. In turn, he cherishes your perspective and the way you challenge him. “You are not an echo of me,” he tells you once. “And I would never want you to be.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ During intimate moments, the age gap manifests itself in his patience. He's never one to rush or assume familiarity. He devotes himself to learning your body and earning your trust. His touch is gentle, meant to reassure rather than overwhelm. Alastor takes pleasure in pleasing you slowly. He worships you at an unhurried pace, allowing comfort to settle naturally between you both. “Tell me,” he gasps, positioning your legs apart. “Does this suit you?” His focus is unwavering.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Alastor would never treat the age gap as something inherently transactional or sexually gratifying. It's not your youth that captures his interest, but rather, your substance and soul. He offers guidance and protection, never ownership. “I know a thing or two,” he remarks once with an amused smile, “and I would be remiss not to put that knowledge to good use. Oblige me and do the same, would you, Dear?” Count on him to bring out the best in you.
Haiii hope you're having a lovely day/night I was hoping to request alastor HEAVILY flirting with writer!reader in french and she just looks at him confused bc she doesn't know what he's saying I think it would be cute🤭
I take it all back this is my favorite- THIS WAS TO MUCH FUN
Alastor speaking french to writer!reader
Tuned to the dead Mastelist
TW: Alastor talking about eating reader(aca canibalism), obsession
Alastor had decided—quite definitively, and with all the theatrics of a damning gospel—that boredom was the greatest insult known to demonkind. And at this very moment, it was gnawing through him like a starved rat.
And the culprit… was sitting not even a full foot away.
His Darling. Curled in her little writing nook like a gremlin scribbling away at an unholy speed, completely absorbed and entirely ignoring him. Again. Her hair was messy, her face illuminated by the lamp on her desk, her pen tapping against the page in sharp little bursts that grated against his nerves.
The twitch at the corner of his eye was nearly violent.
“Oh, mon amour…” he muttered under his breath, voice syrupy-sweet even as irritation radiated off him. “You test me so.”
He stood from his armchair—quiet, purposeful—and vanished into the kitchen. Ten minutes later he reappeared holding two delicate teacups, steam curling upward like thin serpents. One cup he set beside her elbow.
She hummed a tiny, distracted “Thanks,” and continued writing.
And then his plan began.
He sat back down in his armchair, crossed one leg over the other, and in the calmest, most casual tone imaginable said:
« Ah… je me demande si elle réalisera un jour que je pourrais réduire ce bureau en miettes, juste pour avoir son attention. »
(Ah… I wonder if she’ll ever realize I could grind that desk to splinters just to get her attention.)
She paused mid-sentence, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“…What the hell did you just say?”
He smiled wider and leaned his chin into his palm.
« Parfois, j’aimerais t’attacher à une chaise juste pour que tu me regardes pendant plus de trois secondes… mais non, tu préfères tes petits carnets stupides. »
(Sometimes I’d like to tie you to a chair just to make you look at me for more than three seconds… but no, you prefer your stupid little notebooks.)
Her brows knitted. “Okay, what ARE you plotting?”
He ignored her tone entirely.
« Regarde-la… totalement perdue. Comme un chaton idiot. Mon Dieu, que j’adore ça. »
(Look at her… completely unaware. Like a clueless little kitten. God, I adore it.)
She stiffened. “Alastor, I swear to GOD—are you threatening me or summoning something? Why are you speaking French? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”
But Alastor had something far more delicious in mind.
Her confusion.
And his lips curved in a devilish, slow smile.
He switched gears entirely.
His voice dropped, rich and velvety.
« Ma chère, si tu savais à quel point j’ai envie de t’embrasser quand tu fronces les sourcils comme ça… oh, que j’aimerais voir ton visage quand tu comprendrais. »
(My dear, if you knew how badly I want to kiss you when you frown like that… oh, how I’d love to see your face when you finally understood.)
She blinked. “…Okay, yeah, no, you’re DEFINITELY planning something.”
He continued, ignoring the way she glared holes into him.
« Mon trésor irrécupérable… si seulement tu savais à quel point je suis épris de toi. Dieu, je pourrais te dévorer vivante et tu ne comprendrais toujours pas. »
(My hopeless treasure… if only you knew how utterly smitten I am with you. God, I could devour you whole and you still wouldn’t understand.)
“STOP TALKING IN FRENCH!” she snapped. “I don’t trust that tone! I don’t trust that grin! I don’t trust YOU!”
He laughed brightly.
Which made her launch to her feet.
She stormed over, stopping right in front of him, arms crossed, foot tapping furiously against the floor.
“WHAT. ARE. YOU. SAYING?”
Alastor only looked up at her lazily, smile stretching wider.
« Tu es si mignonne quand tu t’énerves… viens donc ici, mon amour. »
(You’re so cute when you’re angry… come here, my love.)
She leaned down, fully prepared to chew him out—
And he promptly wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her forward so she stumbled against his lap.
“A–ALASTOR!” she squawked, smacking his shoulder. “LET GO!”
« Non. »
(No.)
“STOP SAYING ‘NO’ IN FRENCH!”
He only snuggled his face into her stomach just to irritate her further, humming in satisfaction as her outrage increased.
“You’re such a—such a MENACE! A demon! A pest!! A—”
« Et pourtant tu es ici, dans mes bras. »
(And yet here you are, in my arms.)
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”
He tilted his head back to look up at her—half-lidded eyes, lazy grin, fingers tightening just a little around her waist.
And then he spoke faster, his thoughts spilling freely, unfiltered obsession disguised in honeyed French:
« Je t’aime, tu sais. De manière ridicule. Insensée. Irrécupérable. Je t’aime au point de perdre la tête. Tu me rends fou. Tu m’obsèdes. Et je pourrais te dire tout cela pendant des heures, et tu ne comprendrais rien… mon Dieu, comme c’est délicieux. »
(I love you, you know. Ridiculously. Insanely. Hopelessly. I love you to the point of losing my mind. You drive me mad. You consume me. And I could tell you all of this for hours, and you wouldn’t understand a word… my God, how delicious that is.)
She stared, baffled.
“…Are you CURSING me?”
He let out a bright, delighted laugh.
« Pas encore, chérie. »
(Not yet, darling.)
Her eye twitched.
She grabbed his cheeks in both hands and forced his face up.
“ALASTOR. ENGLISH. NOW.”
He only grinned wider—eyes shining with adoration he’d never, ever admit in a language she understood.
« Je t’aime. »
(I love you.)
“What does THAT mean?!”
This time he only tightened his hold and nuzzled into her again, delightfully smug, while she sputtered and kicked her feet in outrage.
She had no idea.
And he was going to enjoy every second of that obliviousness.
A/N: If you cant tell I had to much fun writing this- on another note FINALLY A USE OF 4 YEARS OF LEARNING FRENCH HAHA
Human! Alastor: I tried to summon him, but it wouldn’t work
Y/N: I’ll try
Y/N, standing in the pentagram: Oh great King Lucifer, accept my humble offering of… one of the ducks from the lake I own, and give me unimaginable power!
Human! Alastor: Oh please. You’re not even saying the correct things, and your ‘offering’ is tiny.
Human! Alastor: Besides, I tried summoning him like twenty times. What’s going to be differe-?
Lucifer, appearing in the room: Hey, yo, what’s up, I heard there was a duck?
Alastor taking care of you while you're on your period.
Tw: there is a NSFW section in this, but it's marked , so if you don't feel comfortable reading it, you can just skip it. There might be some historical inaccuracies, sorry about that.
First of all, he grew up in a time where women were shamed for the way their bodies worked. It was preposterous for a woman to so much as suggest the topic of menstruation out in public.
Alastor, however, also grew up raised solely by his mother. The strongest woman he ever knew. And while she tried to keep it to herself, she took the time to explain it all to him durring the talk once she deemed him old enough.
Alastor, of course being the person that he is, only came to respect women even more for what they had to go trough every month.
Once the two of you meet, whether that'd be durring his human years or once he goes to hell, you can be sure that he'll support you fully however he can durring those grueling few days.
If you're both still human, he'll give you your space. Should you need something, you only have to shout. He'll make sure to keep the bed warm and offer you milder dishes as to not upset your stomach too. He'll go lighter on the spices should you tell him they make you feel worse.
He'll draw you a bath and help wash you, hoping that the warm water submerging you relieves your cramps, even just a smidge.
If you met after you both died, however, it's a different story.
Alastor will always take some time out of his day to check up on you, bringing you stuff that might help.
Since the years he died, menstrual products have come a long way. While he may not understand some of them, he'll get you anything that might help you feel more comfortable.
If you express worry about him finding you gross, he'll simply laugh
"My dear, I am a killer. A few drops of blood could barely make me flinch."
He'll send his shadow to check up on you constantly, even if you say you're fine, going about your day.
If you have unbearably painful cramps he'll let you snuggle close to him, providing warmth so that you may fall asleep.
While he might not particularly like physical touch, he can sacrifice an hour or two for you, seeing that you're truly suffering.
He'll often wonder back to his mother. She never demanded special treatment for the pain she endured. Didn't even show that she was suffering. It pained him to know that he could've helped, if only there was no stigma against it. That's why he spoils you.
If you tend to get nauseous or vomit when you're menstruating, that's when he'll get worried.
He knows that fatigue and pain are expected, but this?
He'll hold you hair up for you. Leave a bucket next to the bed should you be too weak to reach the bathroom in time. He'll make sure you drink plenty if water and rest.
He'll speak softly to you, the static in his voice lowering, wanting to soothe you.
He'll play you soft jazz, hoping that it might help you relax while he spoons you, one palm pressing against your abdomen chest pressed against your back.
He'll murmur sweet nothings in your ear. Maybe add a few he remembers his mother spoke softly to him whenever he came back home with scraped up knees.
If you tend to get more emotional durring your period he might not know how to help initially.
Alastor isn't the best with expressing feelings. He grew up being told that's unbecoming of a man. He also believes that opening up made you vulnerable, and that in turn, made you weak.
He may not say much, but he'll be there for you. Listening, offering his time and patience to be there for you. He'll let you lay your head in his lap and sob until you feel better. He hopes that's enough for you.
If your breast get sore he'll offer to massage you. There is not an ounce of sexual intent in the way his hands move. He'll just ask you if he should squeeze firmer or relax his grip more.
If your temper runs hotter durring that time of the month, you'll catch a glint in his eyes everytime he sees you chewing up the unfortunate soul which got on your nerves.
There's a certain pride in knowing you can hold your own, even when your body is actively working against you.
Know that he would never blame your actions or behavior on this. You'll never hear him ask "Are you like this because you're on your period?" lest his own mother come down from the heavens to slap him across the face. She raised him better than that and he would never disrespect you in such a way. He considers it tasteless.
Nsfw
At some point, he would have heard about the..... Particular ways some people help relieve their partner's pain.
He'll offer sex to you, so long as he knows that's something you might want.
If you're willing, but worried he might not enjoy himself he'll only shake his head, reassuring you this is something he wants to do for you.
If you're okay with it, he'll make sure that you have a good time, and ensure that you feel relaxed at all times durring the experience.
He'll be gentle for you, asking constantly if you were feeling okay, or if you wanted him to stop.
If you refuse, that is more than fine by him, no harm done.
If he was being completely honest with himself, the thought of consuming your blood without hurting you sounded delighting to him.
If you don't shy away from the idea of him eating you out, then he'll gladly spend an unnecessary amount of time between your thighs, indulging helping you.
Sorry if this seems rushed, I wrote it to distract myself from cramps. Idk who else is on their period rn, mine came early, but I'm sending you hugs, love and a warm blanket. Stay safe y'all, and don't forget to take care of yourselves and drink plenty of water 💖
I wondering if I could request hazbin hotel ( not all at once tho) x reader who is extremely oblivious and kinda stupid. Like the cast is all SOOO obvious but reader is just kinda stupid and won’t get the hint
I just think it will be sooo cute ^^
Hopefully this reaches you well, take your time with this and thank you for reading :3!!
A/N Sure, I did some imagines for this. I hope this is what you meant from your description in the request. I just wrote them for the characters I already write for (except Adam because I cannot stand him or write positively about him) but let me know if there is anyone else you want :)
Also I started this, and then ALL OF IT GOT DELETED SOMEHOW.
Hazbin Hotel x Oblivious Reader Imagine
Pairings: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, Vox x Reader, Lute x Reader
Warnings: Stalking. Brief mentions of murder. Mentions of blood and wounds. More stalking. One (1) Sappho reference (in reference to her line: by my raving heart).
Word Count: 3,323
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Alastor
I honestly feel like it would become a game to him and that he would bring it just to the edge of damaging his precious reputation (but he would never take it so far as to actually do damage)
Like, it would start small. He would go out of his way to make sure the food Y/n liked was always in stock, make sure that her favorite spot on the couch was always free and ready when she walked into the room, ensure that Husk always had her favorite drink ready at the bar when she arrived for a drink.
And when she obviously didn't get that it was him doing all this stuff, he would start making it more obvious. Stuff like:
Y/n sighed as she closed the door to the hotel behind her. It had been a long day, to say the least, and what she really needed? More than anything? Was a drink.
Alastor pretended not to watch her from the corner of his eye as Y/n rubbed her temples and began to walk towards the bar. Husk, who had been cleaning glasses, let out a sigh. Before he could even move to begin making her usual drink of choice, Alastor shot him a glance.
Though no words were shared, the message was clear.
Don't you dare.
With a shrug and a roll of his eyes, Husk returned to his previous task. He was only able to do so for a moment, however, for just as Y/n came into ear shot, Alastor spoke.
"One martini. Gin, extra dirty and extra dry."
With raised eyebrows, Husk set the glass he'd been drying back on the counter and began to mix the drink.
Alastor had timed it perfectly. How could he not have? Just as Y/n reached the bar and pulled out a stool, Husk placed the drink in front of Alastor.
Y/n groaned in irritation as she took her seat, seemingly not noticing Alastor beside her.
"A drink?" Alastor asked, drawing her attention immediately.
With wide eyes, Y/n turned to him and, spotting the martini glass he offered her, smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, that's so sweet."
Alastor casually shrugged it off.
"Rough day?"
His voice was light, it betrayed none of the calculation that had gone into this simple interaction.
"You could say that." Y/n nodded.
Sighing, she raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip. At the taste of her favorite drink, perfectly mixed, her expression lit up. She turned to face Alastor now, a genuine smile gracing her features once more.
"These are my favorite." she hummed, "How did you know?"
"Oh, just paying attention is all."
"Well, thank you, Alastor. Really."
When that clearly didn't work and served only to make Y/n think Alastor was very devoted to his job, he would take it a step up.
Letting his hands brush Y/n's ever so fatally, a well placed pat on the head or hand on the shoulder.
Y/n would just be like 'Wow, he is such a nice guy'
Slowly it would escalate. He would start following her.
He would create situations he could save her from and she'd just be liked 'wow, it was super lucky you were here'
He would seriously consider killing your friends and staging it as other people doing it so that Y/n would run to him for comfort, so that he would be the only one left
But Alastor wouldn't be able to do that because it would contradict what Rosie had asked of him
People in the hotel would start noticing and it would get to the point where Alastor was just always kind of watching Y/n. It would get hard to ignore and they'd have to confront her about it.
He'd definitely be stalker-ish
Someone (who is kidding, its Angel) would eventually pull Y/n aside to talk to her about it.
"So you don't think it is weird that he just so happens to have the one food you're craving on the stove whenever you want it?"
Y/n paused, her spoonful of Japanese curry poised halfway between the bowl and her gentle mouth.
"No?" she said at last, taking her bite.
"No." Angel repeated in disbeleif.
Y/n swallowed.
"No." she said again, shaking her head, "He's just a nice guy. He is a good... hotelier or whatever the fuck his job is."
"Dude, are you blind?"
"What do you mean?"
"He literally doesn't do that for anyone else. Also he like, watches you? And touches you? You have noticed that he practically touches no one, right?"
"He touches Nifty."
"Nifty touches him."
Finally it would get to a point where he was starting rumors in the world outside the hotel
I feel like he would never actually confess anything? He would just start fucking with Y/n and see how far he could take it. He'd start like, hugging her and shit. Taking him up to his tower to help record his broadcasts.
Honestly, unless Y/n realizes what is going on, I don't think it would ever end. I think everyone would just come to terms with it and when new people joined the hotel etc. the others would just be like 'yeah, don't mind those freaks. We don't get it either.'
Lucifer
His strategy would be to try and impress Y/n. I feel like he doesn't know another way of getting someone's attention or love. Both Eve and Lilith were people he impressed in some way, and he hasn't been with anyone else (as far as we know) so I think he would see it as his only 'tool' so to speak.
And his antics would definitely not go well
But Y/n would find it endearing and kind of sweet
Lucifer peaked his head up from the wreckage. He had tried so very hard, spent so much time piecing every aspect together. Then, with one wrong step, it had all come tumbling down - literally.
When he at last gained the courage to look at Y/n, she was laughing. Lucifer wished he was a mortal, a sinner, anything so long as it was a form capable of a quick and easy death.
Hand to mouth, Y/n giggled. It had been perfect, adorable even. Lucifer had been so excited, he had wanted to show her the new attraction he was thinking of adding to Lu Lu Land, his theme park, so badly, that he hadn't noticed the rope around his foot.
"Ah!" Y/n exclaimed, trying to catch her breath as she wiped tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."
"It's fine."
The dejection in his tone did not escape her notice and, once she had at last calmed down, she took a few steps forward. Lucifer couldn't bear to look at her. There was the faint rustling of fabric, and then the world fell silent.
"Come on." Y/n said, breaking the quiet at long last.
Lucifer couldn't help it, he looked. Now, he was on the verge of tears for a very different reason.
There, right before him, Y/n was crouched. Her dress pooled around her ankles, her rings clinked lightly as the fingers of her outstretched hand twitched.
In awe, Lucifer look up, meeting her eyes. She was smiling brightly. It felt like the sun.
"Once you're out of here, we can figure out what went wrong and rebuild. Sound good?"
I feel like his efforts would just result in them becoming besties
But I also feel like Lucifer would also get very discouraged very quickly and would need Charlie to hype him up.
For Lucifer, it would definitely end in him confessing to Y/n at long last
It would have big Sir Pentious energy but I mean that in the way that in the scenes leading up to when he's intending to ask Cherri out near the end of S1 the other characters are all hyping him up in the background (one of my favorite hidden details in the whole show, ngl)
And Y/n would obviously say yes
Suddenly, it was like everything clicked into place. The shows, the presentations, the fancy dinners, the late nights drinking at the hotel bar where he struggled to keep his eyes open. The truly copious amount of rubber ducks she'd been finding everywhere.
"I understand if you're not interested," Lucifer was saying, wringing his hands, refusing to meet her eyes, "I wont be offended. I just can't keep doin-"
At the feeling of Y/n's hands on his, Lucifer stopped, unable to say anymore. He was prepared for the worst but when he looked up, it was to see Y/n smiling softly, tears rimming her eyes.
"I know it is strange to ask," she began, taking a deep breath, "you being the King of Hell and all and me being just a sinner, not even an overlord or anything, but..." she took another deep breath, "would you like to go out with me? On a date - a real date - sometime?"
Vox
He would be a solid mix of Lucifer and Alastor
Because he and Alastor are very similar in some ways, but Vox for sure has confidence issues
This is turning into more of a stalker thing because Vox would definitely do his 'research'
He would use all the CCTV cameras in Hell to track Y/n's movements
And that wouldn't worry Velvette or Val, I mean, Vox does crazy shit like that all the time
But when Val asked if he was scouting new talent, Vox would get weirdly defensive
That would be the first tip off. The second tip off would be when Vox would begin to reorganize his schedule, something he was normally so neurotic about
Y/n would randomly run into him once on the street or as a part of his live audience and then a few weeks later, he would suddenly be everywhere
She'd be grabbing food at her favorite restaurant and he would just happen to be there, she would be shopping at a store that Vox just randomly decided to accompany a shipment from Velvette's label to, etc and he would always go out of his way to go up to her, to speak to her, to convince his way into Y/n letting him join her for dinner
He would also morph himself to what he thinks Y/n wants him to be
Every interest Y/n brought up just always happened to be something they had in common, no matter how obscure
And Y/n can kind of tell something is up with that? But just brushes it off because he can always back up his claims (when i say this man researches? He researches.) so Y/n just thinks it is a weird coincidence that they're so similar
Once they ran into one another enough, he would start trying to make real plans with her and Y/n would just not get it
"That was really nice. I feel bad that you paid though."
"We're in Hell, take advantage of good faith where you can get it." Vox replied with a cheeky smile, leaning back in his chair.
Everything was to his advantage, he had curated it that way. He knew that in this position, with this lighting, with the slight buzz from the wine that must be infiltrating Y/n's brain, there was no denying it - he was hot.
"So, uh," Vox began, looking away but keeping his tone light, exactly as he had calculated for maximal results, "we should hang out some time, ya know?"
"Hang out?" Y/n repeated, her brow slightly furrowed, her head cocked to one side.
"Yeah, meet up. Grab a bite. You know, hang out."
As he spoke, Vox raised himself, straightening his back. He emphasized the casual nature of his words with flourishing movements of his hands. He was absolutely, positively, and completely sure to keep his hands curled so that his claws would fall on the more elegant side.
Y/n chuckled.
"Yeah, I know what hang out means. Just that... isn't that what we're doing already?"
The waiter came back and the conversation paused momentarily as Vox signed the cheque and tucked his card back into his wallet. He was sure to flash it - enough that the light caught it but subtle enough that it wouldn't seem purposeful - as he found its home.
Y/n thanked the waiter politely, who flipped her off in response, before turning to Vox and thanking him once again for a lovely meal.
"It's nothing." he waved her off, "What else am I supposed to do with all this money."
Y/n laughed politely but said nothing. Vox cleared his throat, disguising his misstep with what could only be described as too much confidence. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table and his hands folded beneath his chin.
"Well, back to our previous conversation, I was hoping next time it would be a little more scheduled. I'm a busy man, you know."
"Oh yeah, totally." Y/n laughed as she began to get to her feet.
Vox jumped to his feet, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair before her fingers even had the chance to brush it.
"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?"
She seemed slightly surprised to find it held open for her. Whatever uncertainty Y/n had at the movement was quickly brushed away as she turned, allowing Vox to help her put her coat on.
"Just that, we always seem to run into one another, you know? Its almost weird, but I kinda like the spontaneity of it all."
Her coat now firmly on her shoulders, Y/n turned to Vox. It took everything in him to let his fingers only trail gently across the nape of her neck.
Y/n looked up at Vox, smiling brightly.
"So, you know, I'll see you around."
When she eventually agreed to planned hang outs, he would try and impress her at every turn. I am talking taking her to the opera and having a private booth trying to impress her.
Eventually, he will stoop to running gossip pieces concerning Y/n
Like, he would hire paparazzi to take photos of them and run speculation pieces with titles wondering who the little demoness was who seemed to have stolen the heart of the Media Overlord
He would hope the articles would make her wonder, maybe give her an idea, but instead Y/n just thinks they're funny.
Eventually the other Vees would have to get involved to either set Vox straight, or make Y/n realize what was going on
I feel like Vox would be someone to stoop so low as to just admit to his feelings (this is joking and teasing. He would see it as stooping low)
He would plan it all out ahead of time with Val and Velvette's help
Like, maybe they would find him trying to plan something and just take over. Like, 'You're trying to impress her? You're trying to get with this bitch? Oh no, this wont do.' and they'd hijack it entirely
He'd be super embarrassed and it'd be super cute
Lute
This bitch has no patience and honestly? I love her for it.
Like, she would not be able to take an oblivious Y/n at all
But also, Lute's idea of sending signals is like, not screaming at you as much? Going the slightest bit easier on Y/n in training?
Or, it would be the opposite. She would be extra mean and like, completely ignore Y/n to the extent that Y/n would think Lute hates her
With Adam, she is patient, but she also knows it is impossible so she doesn't really try. She is devoted to him more than anything else and yes, he manipulates her through that devotion but also, she never tries anything with him. If she saw someone as a true possibility and started dropping hints, she would have such a short fuse. It would be so embarrassing for her. She wouldn't be able to handle it.
Lute would also have to work through so much internalized homophobia to even get to the point of acknowledging that she wanted Y/n
If Y/n was a winner and not another exorcist then I think she would just straight up never drop hints.
Like, I am being so real, Lute would be as oblivious as the Y/n, and then something - like a near death experience for Y/n - would happen and it would hit her like a fucking truck
Time seemed to slow to an almost imperceptible crawl. Y/n hung in the air, her wings splayed, golden blood spilling from the place the cannibal's spear had slashed across her chest. It was beautiful in a way, but there was this noise in the background, this screaming.
The noise of battle had always comforted her in a way and Lute could tell, this wasn't part of it. It was different, baser, more animalistic, intertwined, and yet, in some fundamental way, above. It took Lute a second to realize the sound was coming from her.
In an instant, Lute was beneath Y/n. Her wings were soft against her arms, or, they would have been if Lute hadn't been wearing such armor.
Eyes crunched shut in pain, every muscle tensed, nothing else mattered. Lute needed to get her through the portal.
There was no time to think, no time to process the confusion, the conflict. Lute had always thought Y/n was weak, hadn't she? Wasn't this just proof of that, getting felled so easily? So soon into the battle? Hadn't Lute always found her too small, too soft, too delicate, too...
There would be time for this later. Now, heart pounding behind her breastplate, for the first time in her life, Lute was certain of what she needed to do, regardless of what her master may think.
Like, once Lute got her shit together, she would literally just bully Y/n
Eventually Y/n would work up the courage to confront her and Lute would have no choice but to spill her guts
"I just don't get it." Y/n mumbled from her place on the ground.
Lute scoffed.
"What was that?" she asked, cupping a hand teasingly behind her ear.
Slowly, Y/n lifted her head, her hair falling from before her face. Their eyes met and Lute was surprised to find that the exorcist before her was not angry, not hurt, not really, well, anything. It wasn't that she was apathetic, per say, just that after all this time, Lute had expected her to be mad.
"I said, I just don't get it." Y/n shrugged.
Lute rolled her eyes, letting her hands come to a rest on her hips. Still, Y/n did not stand. Instead, she merely watched.
"Get what." Lute spat out at last, trying to still the raging of her wild, raving heart.
Y/n threw her hands out to the sides, looking around as if to say: this. After a moment, she sighed, letting her arms fall back to her sides.
"Why you target me like this."
Lute's heart was in her throat. She'd fought a thousand times, in a thousand situations. She was second in command of the Holy Army, for Heaven's sake! And yet, for all those fights, all those battles, Lute had never felt so scared.
So emo
Eventually Y/n would get it out of Lute and she'd be so shocked that she'd need a little bit to process.
Lute would also probably run away after confessing? I don't know, I feel she'd be very soft and not know how to handle acknowledge romantic love
I am sorry if you got tagged twice, I am working on making just a general 'Hazbin' master taglist but for now all I have to work with are my individual character tag lists.
☒ Summary: Alastor rarely lost control of his shadows. It only happened when he was deep in thought planning his next broadcast. Or when he was sleeping. But those moments were few and far between. Though when he did, one shadow, in particular, always came to your side.
☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, smut, fingering, dubious consent from alastor's shadow, but consent from alastor himself, established relationship, slight misunderstandings, groping, making out, first time together, oral (reader receiving), breeding kink, praise, slight teasing, begging, squirting, alastor has a knot, soft aftercare, alastor's ears are his weak spot, reader holds onto alastor's antlers while they...ykyk
☒ Word Count: 3,756
Alastor rarely lost control of his shadows. It only happened when he was deep in thought planning his next broadcast. Or when he was sleeping. But those moments were few and far between. Though when he did, one shadow, in particular, always came to your side.
The dark silhouette was playful. You couldn’t help but giggle when the shadow would dance along the wall, morphing into silly shapes. Or when the silhouette would play with the bubbles while you took a relaxing bath. You were pleasantly shocked when the shadow slipped into the tub with you, cupping some bubbles in its palm and forming a soapy beard around your jaw.
It was harmless fun. You never mentioned it to Alastor because you figured he sent the shadows of his own volition. Your partner had trouble with physical intimacy, so you assumed Alastor was testing the waters with his shadowy counterpart. Little did you know, that was far from the truth.
In some ways, Alastor’s shadows had a mind of their own. They reflected his deepest desires and emotions. So, when he didn’t keep them in check, it only made sense that one of his shadows would find its way to you. Alastor simply adored you but he only showed you tenderness behind closed doors. Not wanting his reputation to be tarnished- or for you to get caught in the crossfire of any turf wars. So, the attention you were getting from his dark silhouette was more than welcome.
Over time, things became more… perverse. You had just gotten out of your bath, dressing yourself in your comfiest nightgown, when the shadow made its presence known. You jumped slightly when the void arms wrapped around your waist from where it towered behind you. The shadow nuzzled its face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your nape. A shudder ran through you as your partner's silhouette pulled your back flush against its chest.
“This is… different,” You chuckled playfully, placing your hands over the shadow's hands that rested atop your abdomen. Slowly, they began moving down. Your breath hitched when the shadow of sharp nails raked up the tops of your thighs tauntingly, inching higher under your nightgown. Your hands came up to clasp around your mouth, failing miserably at muffling your sinful sounds. The shadow’s hand cupped your panty-clad core, caressing you in a teasing fashion. A moan of your lover's name slipped past your lips as the silhouette became more brazen. It dipped a hand underneath the waistband of your panties before slowly running a deft finger through your slick folds.
Alastor and you have never done anything sexual. Sure, you shared kisses and warm embraces, but never anything further. You had desires for Alastor in that way, but you never wanted to put him in a position where he would feel uncomfortable. You knew touch was quite challenging for your lover, so respecting his wishes was your top priority. Whenever you got needy, you took care of yourself, plain and simple. But having Alastor’s shadow feel you up so sensually, going so far as to gather the embarrassing amount of slick that pooled in your core with its wicked digit was more than a surprise for you. It felt amazing, better than you pictured. You only wished it was Alastor in the flesh instead of his shadow. But if this was what he was comfortable with until then, you weren’t complaining.
Sultry whines of yours were muffled by your palm as the shadow dipped a finger into your welcoming heat. You clenched tightly from the sudden intrusion, the pleasure rushing straight to your head. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the shadow added a second finger, pumping into you slowly. The tantalizing drag of its fingers from deep within your pussy made your legs shake wildly. You still couldn’t believe this was happening, but you were too scared to pinch yourself if this was a dream; because it was certainly one you didn’t want to wake from.
From atop the radio tower, Alastor was fretting over the fine details for his next broadcast. His eyebrows were threaded in concentration as he typed away at his typewriter, tearing page after page and starting anew. None of what he was coming up with was up to par. It needed to be perfect. Amid all the stress and frustration, his devilish shadow slipped away from him. It sensed that Alastor needed comfort, and you were always his solace. The shadow also picked up on another urge that Alastor had as a cause of all his frustrations; a need for release.
That’s when the shadow snuck into your and Alastor’s shared room, hence the predicament you’re currently in. But little did you know, Alastor wasn’t immune to his own shadow’s ministrations. Abruptly, Alastor doubled over. Warmth spread through his lower abdomen as he felt all the blood in his body rush south. Alastor’s eyebrows shot up in shock, eyes blown wide as he looked down into his lap. “What just happened..?” Alastor asked himself. His voice fell flat from his usually staticky tone, utterly dumbfounded as to why his body began to betray him. The heat in his belly grew, as did the ache in his groin. Alastor’s face flushed a deep crimson, complimenting his hair nicely as his breaths became labored. “F-Fuck…” He scored his bottom lip with his teeth, drawing blood as his cock twitched with need beneath his pants. Alastor’s nails dug deep into his desk, leaving deep scratch marks as his hips jolted up involuntarily. The need for release was almost painful, and he craved any sort of friction he could get at that moment.
Alastor took in a shaky breath, attempting to regain his composure. His mind was reeling, but he tried to focus. That’s when he noticed, his shadows went astray. “I rather hate when this happens,” Alastor spat through gritted teeth. He swallowed thickly before standing on shaky legs. He took one last breath before storming out of his radio tower. The need for release was suppressed momentarily as the desire to punish those pesky shadows outweighed.
As for you, the shadow continued its teasing pace. Each time you got close to the edge the shadow would stop entirely. Dragging out your much-needed orgasm and causing you to feel more desperate than ever. You craved release more than anything. Your mind was fuzzy, all you could focus on was the pleasure Alastor's shadow granted you. The only thing holding you up was one of the shadow's slender arms wrapped around your midsection. If not for that, your shaky legs surely would have given out by now.
Before your mind could catch up, the bedroom door slammed open. In an instant, the shadow that had been toying with you was gone. You dropped to the floor, eyes flickering open to comprehend what had happened. That's when your gaze fell upon Alastor. Embarrassment coursed through your veins at the sight of your lover. "A-Alastor..." Your voice was hoarse from all the whines that slipped past your lips only moments ago.
Alastor ushered to your side immediately. His gaze was full of worry as you watched a bead of sweat cascade down his forehead. "Oh dear, this certainly wasn't what I expected my shadow to be up to," He trailed off, the static in his voice laced with shame. Alastor grasped your hands in his before tugging you up off the floor. Your legs were still uneasy as you placed your hands atop your lover's shoulders to stabilize yourself.
"Wait... don't tell me you... didn't know?" Your bottom lip quivered as you avoided Alastor's intense gaze. You felt the tears well up in your eyes before he grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His other hand sat firmly on your hip, not wanting you to lose your footing. "My darling, I am so... please, forgive me for this vulgar display presented by my shadow. I had no clue that it was tormenting you until... my body became receptive. But not to worry, that wretched shadow will be punished."
The tears fell freely down your cheeks at his words. In a way, you felt rejected by your lover, and you felt stupid for even thinking he desired you in that way. How pathetic, you thought. Alastor wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. His heart ached in his chest upon seeing you in such a fragile state. "How laughable, I really thought this was intentional. Ah, I feel so embarssed... I think I should be the one apologizing, Al," You sniffled, dropping your hands down to your sides, putting a bit of distance between Alastor and yourself.
His expression turned into one of perplexity until it all clicked in his mind. Alastor felt a knot in his stomach. His darling felt rejected by him because she assumed her desires weren't reciprocated. Little did you know, his shadows mirrored his deepest needs. So, your assumption couldn't have been further from the truth. Ah, just what was he to do to mend this?
"Nonsense, dearest. You don't need to be sorry for a single thing. Please, don't feel ashamed. The reason I apologized was because I assumed my shadow forced itself onto you. But to my better understanding, you enjoyed the pleasure it gave you," Alastor's voice deepened. Voice crackling with that signature radio static. His crimson gaze raked over your frame. He felt heat swirl within his lower abdomen once more at the sight of your disheveled state.
Your panties were pooling at your ankles, and the flimsy straps of your nightgown draped down your shoulders. Alastor didn't fail to notice the slick trailing down your inner thighs, nor the way your legs shook with need. "I really enjoyed it, Al..." You sniffled, a small frown painting your features. Alastor's grip around your waist tightened as the hand caressing your cheek began to trail lower. "Oh my little doe, the feeling is mutual," Alstor whispered, grasping your wrist before guiding your palm to the front of his trousers. A gasp slipped past your lips at the feeling of your lover's hard cock straining against his pants. "You see, my shadows share the same desires as I. They are a part of me, after all," He continued, large palm dwarfing the back of your hand as he pressed you further into his crotch.
Alastor let out a strangled groan at the much-needed friction, and the sound alone had you dripping with need. "What made you think I wouldn't want to absolutely ravish you? You truly believe fucking you hasn't crossed my mind countless times, hm?" You bit your lip at his words, squeezing your thighs together. Alastor let out a low chuckle, and before you could process it, he ushered you both to the bed. A breath escaped you as your back hit the mattress. In no time, Alastor was crawling on top of you, his slender thighs caging you underneath him. He dipped his face low, nose nearly brushing against yours. "Well, use your words, darling."
Your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you gazed into his frenzied gaze. His eyes were half-lidded, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. "N-No! I... I just thought that-" Alastor brought a finger to your lips, shushing you softly. "You thought wrong, my dearest. This isn't quite what I had in mind for our first time, but alas," Alastor's large palms trailed down your body. He pushed your thighs apart with ease, slotting himself between them. A gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his clothed erection pressing deeply into your exposed pussy. You were sure you had left a wet patch at the front of his pants from his gesture, but you couldn't care less.
Alastor's gaze never once left yours. He drank up your expressions. The way your lips parted as another whimper escaped your throat was simply adorable to him. Alastor pushed your nightgown higher up your thighs and over your torso before skillfully ridding you of the garment entirely. "My, my... you are quite a sight for sore eyes. I could just eat you up," He inched his way down the bed, still gazing into your eyes as he laid flat on his stomach from beneath your legs. Alastor hooked your thighs over his shoulders, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. Pulling moans from your lips and causing you to drip even more with need. His sinful tongue wasted no time delving into your folds. A deep groan escaped Alastor's throat as he tasted you for the very first time. You were absolutely divine, his new favorite flavor.
Alastor dipped his wicked tongue into your needy hole, lapping up all of your slick before trailing higher. The moment his tongue teased at your clit, you were thrashing with pleasure. Without thinking, your hands flickered to the top of Alastor's head. Your fingers wrapped around his growing antlers, holding onto them for dear life as your lover devoured you. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure he was granting you was heavenly; ironically so. You were close, and you craved release more than anything. The moment Alastor wrapped his lips around your clit, giving your nub a strong suck, you were done for. Your orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure reaching its peak as your thighs tightened around your lover's head. "A-Alastor!" Your vision went fuzzy as he worked you through your high, only pulling back when he felt your thighs relax.
As you caught your breath, Alastor knelt between your legs. He swiftly undid his belt before tugging his trousers low enough down his thighs for his cock to spring free. "You see what you do to me, my dearest? You make me lose my composure, so you're going to have to take responsibility." He quipped, gazing down at you like you were his prey. The sight of his throbbing cock made you clench around nothing. You needed him inside you more than you needed air. Your mind was so fuzzy as you nodded your head in agreement, sitting up slightly to grasp your lover's cock at the base. Alastor let out a low moan as you leisurely stroked him. "I take full responsibility, I promise I'll make it up to you," You babbled, wrapping your free hand around the back of Alastor's neck, successfully pulling him on top of you. Your hand that grasped his length lined the ruddy tip of his cock up to your entrance. Alastor's breath hitched before he whispered, "Oh I know you will, my good girl."
With that, Alastor pushed his hips forward. Slowly, he sunk into you inch by inch. "F-Fuck... you are squeezing me so tightly..." The stretch was delightful, your lover filled you perfectly. It's like you were made for one another. The moment his balls came flush against the underside of your pussy, you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding onto. Alastor's gaze held so much fondness for you, that it made your heart flutter. "Such a sweet little thing, taking me to the hilt with ease. You're mine, all mine." Alastor proclaimed before capturing your lips with his for the first time tonight. He poured all his emotions into the embrace, and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands came up to card through his two-toned locks. Alastor's tongue swiped along your bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Without a second thought, you allowed him to invade your mouth. You whined against his lips as your fingers found his ears. You felt Alastor's cock twitch wildly from where he was nestled deep inside your warm wet heat. His head shot back in pleasure, breaking away from the kiss as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears.
The moan he let out was obscene, making your walls flutter around his length. Alastor's gaze darkened tremendously when his eyes met yours again. "I hope you know I won't be holding back after that, my darling. It seems as though my self-control went amiss," He paused, delivering a quick but shallow thrust. A moan was ripped from you as Alastor ground his pelvis into yours, keeping himself deep inside you. "But you're such a sweet little thing, you can take it. Right, my darling?" Alastor quipped, still grinding his hips into yours. Your breath was labored as you tried to regain some semblance of composure. Just enough to answer your lover. "Y-Yes! I can take it- I promise!" You blurted out desperately as you pushed your hips into his, solidifying your words. Alastor let out a half chuckle half moan. It crackled deep within his chest before he brought his face to yours, lips ghosting over one another. "Good girl." With that, Alastor began fucking into you with reckless abandon. His hips pistoned into you hard and quick as deep grunts and groans slipped out of him. You held onto his antlers once more as your lover fucked you senseless.
With each drag of his hips, the tip of his cock prodded at your sweet spot. You were seeing stars. Alastor's hands began to wander as his pace quickened, and your back arched as he tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your pussy tightened around him like a vise as he toyed with your other nipple. His crimson gaze memorized every reaction you had, making his head spin. Alastor's hands quickly came down to your thighs, pushing them up toward your chest. He shuddered as his cock reached deeper inside you than ever before. You were an absolute mess underneath him, but you took Alastor's rough treatment nicely. Just as you promised. "My, my! You're making quite a mess of our sheets darling. My pants are practically soaked with your arousal too! How naughty, I didn't know my darling was this desperate for my cock." His teasing only pushed you closer to your next release, and he knew it. Alastor could fucking feel it. Experimentally, he brought the pad of his thumb down to your clit. Your breath hitched as he began circling your puffy nub. His pace inside you was brutal, but his movements against your clit were painfully slow, making your legs shake wildly from the conflicting sensations.
"Please, please, please!" You begged, tightening your grasp around his antlers as you pushed your hips into his, meeting his ruthless thrusts halfway. Alastor let out a dark chuckle. The static crackle rang through your ears as he began circling your clit faster. "Please? Please, what, darling?" He teased, slowing his hips slightly so you could get your words out. You let out a small whimper before blurting out, "Please, my love- can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock!" A flush spread to Alastor's cheeks, all the way down his neck from your words. How vulgar, he thought. His cock twitched wildly from within your inviting walls as he fucked into you with vigor, balls slapping against the underside of your pussy, causing lewd sounds to fill the room. "So filthy, my doe. Cum then. Let me feel you try to milk me for all I'm worth." His words were all you needed to cause the coil from deep within your tummy to snap. A throaty whine escaped you as you thrashed wildly against the sheets. Your legs twitched as you came all over your lover's cock. But this orgasm felt different than any other you had before. Your eyes shot down to where Alastor and yourself were connected, and that's when you noticed it. You were squirting. Alastor's eyes widened in shock, the sight of you cumming harshly underneath him pushed him impossibly close to his own release. You hardly had a moment to recover from your orgasm when you felt Alastor swelling from deep inside you.
"You're going to take my seed like the good little doe you are. I'm going to breed you, mark you so no one ever dares to take what's mine." Alastor manically babbled. The possessive side of him always got you all hot and bothered. With each passing thrust, his knot swelled more and more until he could barely move from deep inside you. Alastor let out a strangled moan as he stilled, finally releasing his load deep within your cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of being filled up by your lover. There was so much. Each twitch of his cock pumped another thick load of cum inside your greedy heat. Alastor must have really been pent up, you thought. He gritted his teeth as the last of his load spilled into you. Alastor collapsed on top of you as his knot began to deflate, and his cock softened inside you. "Alastor... that was amazing." You chuckled breathlessly as your lover slipped out of your warmth. He rolled off of you before standing beside the bed. You watched as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing before he scooped you up into his arms bridal style. "You are perfection, my dear! I'm delighted to know I was able to satisfy your deepest desires."
Your arms tightened around the back of his neck as Alastor made quick strides toward your private bathroom. He placed you atop the sink countertop before turning to fill the tub. "I didn't know that you, uh-" Heat rushed to your face as you tried to find the words, suddenly feeling rather bashful. Alastor finished adding the bubbles before turning to face you once more. He slotted himself between your parted thighs from where you sat atop the sink countertop, giving you a teasing look as his hands rubbed your sides. "That I...? What, darling?" He knew what you were trying to say, but he wanted to hear you say it for himself. You puffed out your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his slender neck, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. Alastor chuckled against your lips before you blurted out, "I didn't know that you- had a... that you could knot... me." You let out a gasp as Alastor picked you up once more. Slowly lowering you into the tub before joining you. "Oh, my darling, there are many things you don't know about me! Maybe next time you'll get to experience more of my... surprises."
thinking of alastor in his rut.
but you get sick a day before.
( mdni. fem ! reader )
he has done this enough times to know every detail of the experience, so he prepares his room accordingly: a tray on the vanity layered with sugared fruit and neatly carved meats for quick meals between fucks, water pitchers chilled and extra blankets stacked at the foot of his bed.
it all goes according to plan until you come down with something the day before his rut is supposed to start.
“allergies.” you brush it off, but he knows better.
you try to fix it by making herbal tea steeped strong and drowned in honey and taking a long, hard nap, only to wake up to his shadow looming over your bed, red eyes bright and alert.
the moment you're awake, he's checking you over. tilting your jaw every which way, shoving his nose against your pulse point, inhaling and licking.
you shudder, his spit and cold sweat mixing.
“this explains quite a lot,” he says, and there's heat rolling off him in waves, “you are ill.”
ah.
he's quick to slide an arm under you and lifts you effortlessly. the world shifts before you fully process the movement, and then you are in his room, placed at the center of the bed.
you appreciate how plush it is, even if your stupor. i'ts cool and smells like cloves and something metallic-sweet. ( you had the feeling that he'd been prepping it for weeks. )
“we’ll have you changed,” he chides briskly, smoothing a hand up your thigh, playing with the hem of your shirt. “hydrated. fed something tolerable. and then we shall see about breaking that fever.”
“i’m sorry,” you blurt, a little guilty and weak. “aren’t you going to— aren’t we supposed to...?”
alastor pauses, smoothing his thumbs over your hip bones.
"yes," his pupils visibly dilate, "i need to put something of mine right here"
something instinctual flashes across his expression—something possessive, something primal as his hand settles of your lower belly pressing down with the slightest pressure. you wince and go to grab his hand, but he quickly snatches your wrist, shushing you.
“but i cannot, in good conscience, indulge myself with you in such a state,” he says. “what sort of monster would that make me?”
his hand brushes damp hair from your forehead. his thumb traces your cheekbone, slow and careful.
“besides,” he adds lightly, though his gaze lingers on your flushed face with unmistakable concern, “i'm far more interested in ensuring you survive the day.”
so instead he dotes on you the entirety of his rut.
he changes you into one of his red shirts that reek of him in the best way. the combination of his sweat, old cologne and rut musk seeps into your lungs and settles warm in your chest, pressing you back into the mattress. alastor looks pleased and soft about it.
these are the rare days when he is constantly on you, long limbs caging you in. his hands skims over your arms, map idle constellations across your waist and draw lazy spirals deep into the knots of tension you hold.
he feeds you small spoonfuls he prepared and morsels of precut fruits.
( “open up.”
his hand cups the underside of your jaw, thumb resting lightly along the curve near your ear, and when you swallow, his thumb moves faintly against your skin, as though confirming you managed it properly.
“good girl,” he tells you softly. )
he hums and coos old tunes the whole time, expression relaxed and doughy, even if you can see his cock straining in his trousers half the time.
he satiates those desires (though, he exists they're far-more quiet than a normal rut) with stealing different types of contact. he licks up your cold sweat, or the juice at the corner of your lips; firts with his thumb—and then with his tongue. it should embarrass you, but it leaves you pliant.
he also mouths at your throat with the same care he uses to press soft kisses there. by the time he’s done, your skin blooms in dusky marks and gentle imprints alike.
