Vox never called anyone else a friend...

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Vox never called anyone else a friend...
Imagine Waking up to Alastor rubbing his scent all over you so you’ll smell like him.
The deep red of the early morning sun seeps through the closed curtains in his room, shielding you both from the outside world.
You rest in your shared bed, with your hair a mess and your jaw slack, lying on your stomach. Alastor rests on top of you, not sleeping; but nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.
His ears are pinned back, and his little deer-like tail wags back and forth behind him in pleasure. His arms are wrapped around you in uncharacteristic affection.
Little fawn like noises emit from him with every brush of his cheek against your collarbone. Just something about the thought of you smelling like him brought a satisfaction to his chest he never once thought possible.
Then it all went awry.
When you first stir, Alastor jumps, and quickly scrambles to roll away, nearly falling off the bed in his attempt. He has to grip the bed stand and lie stiff as a board on the mattress, shortly after having to push himself back on it in the first place.
His face is flushed and ears are pinned, his grin is strained and obviously humiliated as you ask him if he woke you up.
Good thing he was turned away from you, lying on his side with the blanket so tight around him it may just kill him a second time.
— “Al?’.. Did you need something?”
— “No. Go back to sleep.”
You raise a brow.
— “But you-”
— “Rest woman!-”
As confused as you are, you roll back over to try and sleep. As pleased as Alastor would’ve been to continue, he couldn’t risk getting caught.
His pride would never recover.
Бухарики
hello! I was wondering if you could do Vox with a female s/o who’s too kind for her own good? Like she’s so kind Vox is constantly wondering how she’s in Hell? She’s kind to everyone even if they aren’t kind back and it worries him to no end? Please and thank you!
Vox x Fem! Reader | I promise |
⚠️ Warnings! : Cussing, SUPER SHORT!! IM SO SORRY ☹️
A moment of comfort <3
Maybe Lucifer was watching Alastor
So… Who’s up for pancakes?