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AU Where you make a deal with Vox to become famous. This is an idea I thought of based off Season 2's events. I also discussed this with @okchijt a bit as usual :)
âïžHAZBIN HOTEL SEASON 2 SPOILERS BELOWâïž
Yandere! Vox with Celebrity/Streamer! Darling Ideas/HCs
In this HC I thought about how it would be if all Overlords, at a certain point, can be summoned by mortals via rituals.
This is obviously inspired by Alastor and Rosie in Season 2 of the show.
This is also based on the conspiracy that floated around the internet for a while that people in Hollywood sold their soul to get popular.
Essentially here's the plot...
You summon a demon to artificially create your career and get popular... The downside is you go to Hell when you die regardless of how nice you are.
The Overlord that best fits such a deal is definitely Vox.
Vox is known for his influence and ability to warp the minds of others.
This is true both for him as a human and him in Hell.
So imagine getting desperate enough in your career to put together a demonic ritual... just to be praised and popular.
Vox is new to this... but finds your goals amusing.
Hell, he sees himself in you... a charismatic influencer treating the public like lambs.
Of course he's going to endorse a human such as you.
You're essentially continuing what he started.
There's a lot of potential in this idea since you're essentially acting as Vox's pawn in the human world.
Your relationship with one another is essentially a business partnership.
You either borrow hypnosis powers from Vox as you continue your career... or Vox himself influences your career with subtle hypnosis to make people focus on you.
My original idea of this was you're either a singer, an actor, or a TV show host who needed a bit of a demonic boost to keep the audience's attention and gain fans.
But another idea that was brought up to me was you being a streamer.
After all, then all your fans are watching a screen... One Vox can help influence.
Either way, with Vox's help you end up becoming an influential celebrity in one way or another.
People adore your work... and you even bring Vox into it.
He acts like a theme or mascot for you... Especially if you're a streamer.
Vox enjoys being your business partner... He misses having an influence in the human world.
Yet here you are doing him proud... all because he let you in on a little power.
I feel like this obsession would last for... a LONG time.
Humans live for a long time, after all.
So Vox may have made a deal with you while you're in your 20s or something... leading to him to wait decades to have you fulfill your end of the deal.
Vox owns your soul, or at least... essentially laid down his claim on it until you perish.
Until then, probably due to your soul being connected to him, Vox gets to watch you from Hell.
Or maybe he makes little check-ins... showing up while you're in private to see how his little apprentice is doing.
To Vox... Your fans are also his fans.
After all... You'd be nothing without him.
Plus he's made sure your aesthetic consists of reds and blues to represent him.
If we take Vox's electric powers into account... He's no doubt always watching you somehow.
In this AU for this idea... I'm making it so Overlords can interact with their humans through objects or brief meetings.
Like maybe Vox interacts with you through cameras or electronics to discuss ideas... or just see you.
You'll be working on something for your career, maybe even planning dates for certain events... Only for a crackle of electricity to announce the presence of your demon.
"Hello there, doll~ I missed you, know that? I got bored with my cohorts down in Hell... came to see what you're doing in our little business."
It's funny, most of the time Overlords don't interact with their humans unless summoned.
Vox, on the other hand, often connects to your phone or PC, casually offering a hand with work or offering influence to keep your followers entertained.
You're like his mouthpiece in the human world... always listening to his advice while encouraging your fans to worship you and him eventually.
He's known as a mascot for your career.
You play him up like some legend, like he's some sort of mysterious story.
Not quite what he wanted... But his new name's out there, yeah?
Over the years your business partnership becomes less about... business.
Vox is rather casual when speaking to you.
He treats it as a way to get away from the other Vees.
Yes... you end up hearing about these infamous Vees, Vox's coworkers.
He says you'll be working for him once you finally keel over, yet another business associate to help him win over Hell.
You can never seem to prevent Vox from visiting... The demon often using his connection with you to teleport into your home unannounced.
He's charming and casual, always grinning at you while he sits beside you.
He acts like a boss... then a friend... and soon, over time...
He may even try to initiate something more... intimate.
When he first tries it he claims it's because it connects him with you more, or some bull...
He's a liar.
In reality Vox has been growing tired of Val's... behavior throughout the years and wants to have attention from a human who gets him.
You have similar ambitions, don't you?
He's increasingly more touchy as the years go by.
He tempts you, originally because he's frustrated back in Hell.
But over time... he's growing attached to this human who needs him.
Vox finds himself watching everything you do.
He watches performances, livestreams, songs, streams, everything.
He's growing obsessed with everything you do... Even more since he's such a good part of it.
It's like even the demon you summoned has become a fan of yours.
Yet... He's better than any other fan you have.
The others get to watch you, to adore you from afar...
But him?
He's the boss... He's the one who gets to inevitably keep you to himself once you die.
It's a morbid thought... but he finds himself giddy over it.
Soon the mortal world won't get to have you...
Only he will.
The thought is so damn heady to him.
Like any demon, Vox is possessive.
While he knows he helped you get to this point... Vox finds himself jealous of your fans.
You feel nothing for them... at least not personally.
Yet Vox keeps seething and glitching about them... clearly envious.
Vox sometimes even has a fit when he sees how obsessive your fans are....
Val and Velvette often see Vox having a fit in his usual room... It's odd.
They eventually realize he's having human trouble during these fits... maybe because you look too close to a collaborator.
Wouldn't it be even more dramatic if there were rumors you were connected to murders?
You haven't done anything yourself... but your demon?
The Overlord can't seem to keep his cool.
There's all sorts of electricity related murders that occur towards some pushy fans or some who got too close.
It pisses you off... It's been years and Vox never did this.
Yet Vox claims he was just protecting you.
He's condescending towards you, caressing you gently as he says he's meant to provide for you as your demon.
That includes power, fame, protection... and desires.
The demon irritates you... but there's nothing you can do to break your deal.
Unfortunately you can already feel the blue chain around your throat even before death.
Ambition gets to be the death of you.
Your deal with Vox is a deadly exchange.
He looms around you, watching and waiting for his turn.
He'll greet you with open arms... and as much as he tries to be patient.
Perhaps he causes an accident when you're about to retire from your career... One fatal mistake to rush you into his arms.
He's meant to be patient, he knows.
But really... He's getting tired of waiting.
It could be anything... a car accident... a feral fan... a mysterious blue explosion...
When you die you wake up in, you guessed it, Hell....
You're stunned, unsure what to do...
Only for Vox to show up with his iconic smile.
"Welcome, my dear...! Ready for your part of the deal? I've been waiting...."
It's then you become part of the Vees.
Whatever you did in the living world you now do in Hell.
You're sponsored by VoxTech and Vox's fellow Vees.
Since you're in his home domain now... Vox even has the ability to recall you.
Whenever he wants he'll summon you... a soul in his care.
A blue chain is often held tightly in his hands as he keeps you close, taking you everywhere he goes.
This is your fate... the price of your ambition for fame...
Luckily you and Vox are rather similar, aren't you?
Notes: kinda long chapter but i promise it's worth itđ
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3
Chapter Three
Living with Vincent and Alastor happened so quietly that, one day, you realized you could no longer remember when it became normal.
The apartment was cozy in a way you hadnât expectedâwarm wood floors, soft lighting, shelves crowded with books and old records, and windows that caught the morning sun just right.
Mornings became your favourite.
You would wake to the low hum of the radio and the smell of something rich and comforting drifting from the kitchen. Alastor was always up first. Always immaculate, sleeves rolled just enough to be unfair, humming to himself as he cookedâhe took pride in it, and it showed.
âGood morning, my dear,â heâd say brightly when you wandered in, hair still messy, eyes half-lidded. âSit, sitâbreakfast waits for no one.â
Vincent, meanwhile, claimed the bedroom as his territory. He helped you get ready with an ease that felt almost intimate in its normalcyâhanding you your jacket, fixing a crooked collar, straightening your necklace with careful fingers that lingered a second longer than necessary.
That night, thoughâŠ
*
Adam sat alone in his office with the lights off and the blinds half-drawn. A desk lamp cast a harsh yellow circle over scattered case files, crime scene photos, and cold coffee rings. The bottle in his hand wasnât his first of the evening, and it wouldnât be the last.
He stared at the board on the wallâphotos of victims, timelines, red string that seemed more like mockery than progress.
He hated unsolved cases.
Something was wrong with this town. And he was going to find it.
The door burst open without a knock.
Lute strode in, boots sharp against the tile, jaw tight with fury. She slammed a stack of files onto his desk so hard the lamp rattled.
âFound something, danger tits?â Adam muttered dryly, not looking up as he took another swig.
âNothing,â she snapped. âAbsolutely nothing.â
Lute leaned forward, palms flat on the desk, eyes blazing. âIâm telling you,â she said, voice low with venom, âthat bitch director is hiding something.â
Adam sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. âIf only we could prove it,â he muttered.
Lute went quiet. Too quiet. Adam glanced up again and saw it. That look in her eyes. Sharp and scheming.
âOh no,â he said slowly. âWhat are you thinking?â
A grin spread across her face. âWhat if we donât need proof?â
Adam raised a brow.
âWe bluff,â she said. âWe catch her off guard. Show up when sheâs not expecting it. Act like we already found something. People get sloppy when they think the gameâs up.â Her smile widened. âShe already looked on edge the last time we saw her.â
A slow, wolfish grin pulled at Adamâs mouth as he reached for his coat. âGood job,â he said. âLetâs go tonight.â
The bottle stayed behind on the desk.
The guns did not.
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You woke with a sharp inhale, heart racing for a reason you couldnât place.
The bed was cold.
A frown tugged at your lips. Where had they gone? It was the middle of the night.
You slipped out of bed, wrapping a soft feather robe around yourself, tying it over your nightclothes.
You padded down the stairs, each step careful, the floor cool beneath your feet. The entrance hall below was painted in silver moonlight spilling through the window, shadows long and unmoving.
Thenâ
BANG. BANG. BANG.
You gasped, hand flying to your chest.
Someone was pounding on the door. Not knocking.
Your heart thrashed against your ribs. You forced yourself to breathe.
Relax. Youâre not in a horror film, you told yourself. And the only killers you know are madly in love with you.
You moved forward slowly. âAl?â you called softly. âVinny? Is that you?â
The banging got louder. You swallowed and reached the door, fingers trembling only slightly as you unlocked it and pulled it openâ
âand were nearly shoved backward as Adam and Lute barged inside.
You stumbled, clutching your robe tighter around yourself. âWhat is the meaning of this?!â you snapped, shock giving way to anger. âOfficers, you cannot just barge into a womanâs home like this!â
Adam shut the door behind him with his foot, eyes scanning the apartment like a predator scenting blood. âOh, we can,â he said. âIf we have definite proof.â
âWhat?â The word slipped out before you could stop it. A flicker of surprise crossed your face â small, but Lute caught it.
âTell me, madam,â she said, voice dripping with sarcasm as she clasped her hands behind her back and began pacing your living room like she owned it. âWhy did you move here so suddenly?â
You stiffened. âI donât see whyââ
âItâs fifteen minutes farther from your media house than your old place,â Adam cut in. "We also managed to find that this property was in name of...three people. Like, damn...two men? I respect the hustle."
You glared at him but said nothing.
Lute let out a low, mocking chuckle. âMaybe if spreading your legs like a harlot gets someone a place like thisâŠâ She shrugged. âI totally understand.â
Adam laughed. âGreat blackmail material. Just think of your reputation!â
Your jaw clenched so tight it hurt. You took one slow breath. When you spoke, your voice was calm. âIt seems,â you said evenly, âthat I need to schedule a segment on how the police department of this city is so incompetent they resort to harassing citizens without just cause.â
Adamâs eyes hardened. âCareful.â
âNo,â you replied quietly. âYou be careful.â
Adam tilted his head, watching your face like he was waiting for a crack to form. âLetâs cut to the chase,â he said. âWe have definite proof. So you can confess, and weâll let you go quietly⊠or get ready to spend the night in a cell with the murderers.â
You froze, your thoughts slammed to a halt.
Murderers.
Plural.
Your pulse stumbled.
Did he know?
No. No, that couldnât be it. The reports had always suggested multiple suspects. Different methods. Law enforcement had already assumed more than one killer was operating.
Adamâs grip tightened around your wrist without warning. Pain flared sharp and sudden, enough to wrench you fully back into the moment.
âI guess youâve made your choice,â he said, satisfaction curling his mouth. âA night in the cells it is.â
âYou cannotââ you began, voice strained.
âDo you want me to drag you there, bitchââ
Something shifted at the edge of your vision.
Thenâ
CRASH.
The sound was thunderous, violent enough to shake the house. Al's grand piano came hurtling down the staircase, tearing free from its place as if guided by unseen hands. It smashed into Lute with catastrophic force, splintering wood and filling the entrance hall with dust and debris.
Adam released you instantly, spinning toward her. âLute!â
A sharp, strangled sound tore from his throat. You watched in frozen disbelief as his body stiffened, then crumpled forward, collapsing onto the floor beside his deputy. The dust hung in the air, thick and choking, the echoes of impact still ringing in your ears.
Lute screamed againâthis time in pure terror.
Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure it could be heard.
As the haze slowly cleared, you saw her. Standing just beyond Adamâs fallen body, posture neat and composed, apron unwrinkled despite the carnageâ
The maid. The one Alastor so often called to tend the house.
âNiffty?â you gasped, the name tumbling from your lips in disbelief. âWhat did youââ
She turned toward you, eyes wide and bright, smile far too cheerful for the scene unfolding around her. âOh!â she said brightly. âAlastor told me to attack if you were ever in danger!â
âIt looks like you had fun while we were gone.â Alastorâs voice drifted in from the doorway, smooth and amused, though he were commenting on a dinner party rather than the carnage strewn across the entrance hall.
The moment you heard him, something inside you broke loose.
You ran towards him. Your arms wrapped around him with desperate force, fingers clutching at his coat as if letting go might cause the world to tilt apart entirely. He caught you instantly, hands coming around you with a gentleness that felt almost out of place against the bloodied floor.
Your breath shuddered as you pressed your face into his chest.
âI was called in for a favour by Mimzy,â he continued lightly, âRather urgent. And I took Vincent along â it was a two-person job.â
Over your shoulder, Alastorâs smile sharpened. âGood job, dear,â he said to Niffty.
She beamed.
Luteâs scream tore through the moment, shrill and feral. âYou fucking filthy demons! I willââ
Alastor released you gently and stepped forward, his presence shifting instantly. The warmth vanished. What remained was something cold and lethal.
âYouâll be doing nothing,â he said pleasantly, âwhen youâre six feet under.â
Your heart lurched.
âAlâAlastor, we canât justâ!â The words tumbled out before you could stop them.
Suddenly, an arm slid around your waist, firm but careful, pulling you back against a familiar body. A broad palm came up, shielding your eyes, cutting off the sight of the hall and the woman screaming within it.
âThen donât look, doll,â Vincent murmured close to your ear, his voice low and soothing. âGo back to sleep, hmm?â
His tone was impossibly gentle â the same voice that guided you through crowded sets, that whispered encouragement before big meetings.
Something settled in you then. Thisâthisâwas the turning point.
You could let it slide. You could pretend. Ignorance was bliss, after all.
But if you allowed thatâif you let them decide what you should and shouldnât see, what crossed the line and what didnâtâthen this would become something else entirely.
You stepped out of Vincentâs reach. His hand lingered in the air for half a second before dropping, surprise flickering across his face.
âOh no,â you said, voice cutting clean through the room. âOh no, misters. I donât even know where to start with both of you.â
You turned on Alastor first, eyes blazing. âYou. You do not get to murder anyone just because theyâre rude to me.â
Alastor opened his mouthâ
âNo,â you snapped. âAnd Nifftyââ you looked directly at her, voice firm but not cruel, ââyou do not follow orders like that. Ever.â
Nifftyâs smile faltered, just a little. âOhâŠâ
You turned sharply to Vincent next. âAnd youâboth of youâsomehow manage to drag trouble right to my doorstep every single time. I just want to live normally.â
Vincent huffed softly before he could stop himself. âI donât think living with both of us really qualifies as ânormal,â dollââ
You shot him a glare. For the first time since youâd met them they looked chastised.
You dragged a hand down your face, exhaustion finally catching up to you. âTo suppress the managerâs murder took every ounce of leverage I had,â you said quietly. âTo hide this⊠Iâll have to call in a favour.â
Vincentâs brow arched, intrigue flickering through the tension. âOh? And who might that be?â
You exhaled. âLucifer. Of course.â
There was a beat of silence.
âThe mayor and you are friends?!â Vincent asked, incredulous.
Alastorâs jaw tightened immediately. âI donât like him.â
âIrrelevant,â you replied flatly.
Alastor inclined his head, all business now. âUnderstood, dear. Weâll keep our⊠hobbies far from our home.â
Then his gaze slid, unblinking, toward Lute. âBut,â he added lightly, âwe do have to kill her.â
You closed your eyes for a moment.
âJust⊠take her away,â you said, voice steady despite the weight behind it. âAnd do what you must.â
You didnât look at her. As long as you didnât see it, you wouldnât spiral.
âWith pleasure, darling,â Alastor replied.
He moved first, efficient and calm, beginning by hauling Adamâs body away as though it were merely an inconvenience cluttering the floor.
Vincent stepped close, pressed a soft kiss to your cheek â gentle, grounding, affectionate in a way that felt almost heartbreakingly normal. âWeâll be quick,â he murmured. Then he turned and followed Alastor.
*
You stared at your phone for a moment before pressing call.
Lucifer was a night creature by habit if not by nature. If anyone would be awake at this hour, it would be him.
He picked up on the third ring. âHiii, bestie!â Luciferâs voice chimed through the speaker, bright and unmistakably awake. âWhâwhatâs up?â
A soft laugh slipped from you despite yourself. âHi, Luci. I didnât disturb you, did I?â
âOf course not!â he said immediately. You could practically hear him waving a hand dismissively. âWhatâs going on? Donât tell meâyouâre not cancelling our hangout, are you?â
âOf course not,â you reassured him, leaning against the wall as tension eased from your shoulders just a fraction. âI just need⊠a favour.â
There was no hesitation. âSure,â Lucifer replied warmly. âAnything.â
You swallowed. âCan you⊠make it look like the chief of police and his deputy were transferred?â You winced slightly. âForged, more likely. Clean paperwork. No loose ends.â
You couldnât help the smile that tugged at your lips. âYes,â you said softly. âThat one.â
âOh, absolutely,â he laughed. âMore than happy to.â
âReally?â Relief rushed through you so fast it almost made you dizzy. âIâm sorryâI justâ Iâm in a bit of trouble.â
âNo probs,â he replied easily. âIâll get it ready. By morning, itâll be like they were never here.â
You exhaled, long and slow, the knot in your chest finally loosening. âThank you, Luci.â
âAnytime,â he said warmly. âYou owe me coffee.â
You smiled as the call ended.
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You paced the living room, back and forth. The clock ticked louder than it should have. Every glance at it made your chest tighten.
1:17 a.m.
1:24 a.m.
1:29 a.m.
You told yourself not to imagine things. Not to spiral. Still⊠worry gnawed.
When the door finally opened, the sound made you flinch. Cold night air swept in first. Then the scent hit youâsharp and unmistakable. Rain-soaked earth.
You rushed forward instinctively, relief surgingâand then you stopped short.
Blood darkened their shirts, splashed unevenly across fabric and skin. It marked Vincentâs collarbone, streaked Alastorâs cheek, stained their sleeves as though it had been an afterthought to clean.
Almost⊠indulgent.
Alastor looked almost refreshed, posture relaxed, eyes bright with a dangerous satisfaction he made no effort to hide. Vincentâs expression was calmer, softer â but there was something unmistakably feral lingering beneath it, like the echo of adrenaline he hadnât yet shed.
ââŠWeâre home,â Vincent said gently.
Then Alastor smiled, gentle as ever. âYou neednât worry, my dear. Everything has been taken care of.â
Alastor reached you first. His hand slid along your jaw, cradling your face with deceptive gentleness. Crimson streaked across your cheek as his thumb brushed over your lower lip, parting it slightly.
Then his mouth was on yours.
The kiss was slow at firstâalmost tenderâuntil his tongue pushed past your lips and you tasted iron. He licked into you lazily, savouring.
Behind you, fabric tore. Vincent didnât bother with patience.
Your nightgown was gone in one vicious yank, silk ripping like paper. Cool air hit your skin and then his burning hands were on youârough, greedy, smearing crimson across the soft curves of your breasts. He cupped them hard, thumbs dragging over your nipples until they peaked.
âSuch lovely canvas,â Alastor purred. âHold her steady, old friend. I want to taste how much she enjoyed waiting for us.â
Vincentâs mouth was on your throat a second laterâsucking hard enough to bruise.
Alastor dropped gracefully to his knees between your thighs. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your panties and tore them away in a single motion, like it had personally offended him. Then his mouth was thereâhot, wet, unhurriedâlicking a slow, deliberate stripe up your dripping slit.
You cried out, hips jerking.
Vincent laughed as his hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping between your folds right alongside Alastorâs tongue, spreading you open for him. âFuckâsheâs soaked.â
Alastor hummed in agreement, the vibration ripping a sob from your throat. His tongue circled your clit with cruel precision, never quite giving you enough pressure, while his free hand slid up the inside of your thigh.
Vincentâs fingers plunged inside you, curling hard against that spot that made your vision white out.
âGonna fill you up,â he promised, voice cracking. âGonna fuck you so deep youâll feel us for days.â
Before any warning, Vincent plunged his thick cock into your pussy in one hard, ruthless thrust. The sudden fullness made your whole body jolt, a loud, broken moan ripping from your throat as your walls stretched around his girth.
He buried his face against the side of your neck with a broken groan. âFuck⊠baby,â he rasped, âYou feel like heaven. Every damn time.â
Alastorâs eyes narrowed instantly, his ever-present grin twitching with clear irritation. He gave Vincent a long, unimpressed look over your shoulder. âI should have known you couldnât waitâŠâ Alastor drawled, voice slow and dripping with disdain, ââŠlike a dog in heat.â
Vincent only laughedâhips already snapping forward again, driving deeper, making your breasts bounce with every rough stroke.
âJealous?â he taunted, claws digging into your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted. You whimpered, head tipping back against Vincentâs shoulder.
Alastor didnât answer right away. Instead he stepped closer, long fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your face up toward him. âPatience is clearly not his strong suit,â Alastor murmured to you, voice soft and almost sweet. âBut donât worry, darling⊠Iâll make sure you get properly taken care of.â
Vincent groaned. âFuckâkeep talking. She clenches hard every time you do.â
Alastorâs hand curled gently but firmly around your waist, and with one smooth, possessive tug, he pulled you off Vincent entirely.
The sudden emptiness made you whimper, your walls clenching around nothing as Vincentâs cock slipped free with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room.
Vincent let out a low, frustrated growl, âSeriously?â Vincent hissed, voice thick with both irritation and aching need. âI was right thereââ
Alastor didnât even glance at him.
He sank down onto the wide sofa with that same elegant grace he always carried. âCome here, my darling,â he murmured, voice soft and warm. âLet me feel you properly.â
He guided you over him with careful hands, one sliding up your spine, the other steadying your hip. When you were straddling his lap, he lined himself up and slowly pushed you down onto his cock.
The stretch was different from Vincentâsâdeeper, more deliberateâand you gasped, head tipping back as inch after inch filled you until your hips met his. A long, shaky moan spilled from your lips.
Alastorâs breath hitched. His head fell back against the sofa, eyes fluttering half-closed, grin softening. âOhhh⊠there you are,â he breathed, voice trembling with adoration.
His hands settled on your hipsâthumbs stroked slow, soothing circles over your skin, smearing the blood in gentle patterns.
You started to moveâslow at first, rolling your hips, feeling every thick inch drag along your walls. âBeautiful,â he sighed, almost to himself. âSo beautiful⊠look at you, dear. Look at how perfectly you fit me.â
âFuck⊠baby,â Vincent rasped, voice cracking. âYouâre so goddamn gorgeous like this. Taking him so well⊠still dripping from me, arenât you?â
He leaned in and kissed your shoulderâsoft, reverentâthen pressed his forehead against your arm like he couldnât stand not touching you.
Alastorâs hand slid up your back, cradling the nape of your neck, pulling you down until your lips brushed his.
Alastorâs hands stayed gentle on your hips, guiding your slow, rolling rhythm as you rode him. Every lift and sink drew a low, rumbling moan from his throat, his head tipped back against the sofa, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss.
Then you felt Vincent move closer.
His warm, blood-streaked chest pressed against your back, caging you sweetly between them.
âBabyâŠâ Vincentâs voice came out rough and thick with want, but so tender it made your heart stutter. âYouâve been so good for us tonight. Let me in too, yeah? Let me love you properly.â
His long fingers slid down the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate. You shivered when they reached the small of your back, then lower, until the pad of one finger circled your tight back hole with feather-light pressure.
A soft gasp slipped from your lips.
âV-VincentâŠâ you breathed, voice shaky as you rocked down harder onto Alastorâs cock on instinct. The dual sensation already had your thighs trembling. âThat⊠that feelsââ
âShhh, I know, sweetheart,â Vincent murmured right against your ear, kissing the shell of it. âIâve got you. Just relax for me.â
He pressed just the tip of his finger insideâslow, careful, giving you time to adjust. You whimpered, clenching around Alastor so tightly he hissed through his teeth, hands flexing against your hips.
âOhhh, darling,â Alastor purred, âYouâre squeezing me so sweetly. Does Vincentâs touch feel good?â
Vincent groaned low in his throat. âFuck, youâre perfect.â He worked his finger deeper, slow pumps, curling gently to stretch you open. âGonna take my time with this pretty little hole. Gonna make sure you feel nothing but love when I slide in.â
He added a second finger, scissoring carefully, stretching you wider while Alastor kept you anchored with slow, deep thrusts from below. Every movement made you rock between them, bodies sliding together in a slick, bloody, loving tangle.
Alastor lifted his head to brush his lips along your collarbone, voice trembling with adoration. âYouâre doing so beautifully, mon cĆur. Taking us both like you were made for it.â
You reached back blindly, fingers threading into Vincentâs hair. âVinnyâŠI can take it. I want you inside me too.â
Vincentâs breath hitched. âGoddamn, baby⊠youâre gonna kill me saying things like that.â
He worked his fingers a little faster, a little deeper, curling them just right until your back arched and a broken moan tore from your throat.
Alastorâs hands slid up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing tenderly over your nipples as he gazed up at you like you were his entire universe.
Vincentâs fingers slipped free with a soft, wet sound, replaced almost immediately by the blunt, slick head of his cock pressing against your stretched rim. He kissed the nape of your neck, voice low and trembling with barely-contained need.
âReady for me, baby?â he whispered against your skin. âGonna go slow⊠promise Iâll make it feel so good.â
You nodded, breathless, fingers digging into Alastorâs shoulders for balance.
Alastorâs hands slid up your sides, warm and steady, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts as he looked up at you with adoring eyes. âBreathe for us, darling,â he murmured. âYouâre doing so perfectly already.â
Vincent pushed inâslowly, carefullyâinch by thick inch. The stretch burned sweet and intense, your body yielding to him while Alastor stayed buried deep in your pussy, completely still, letting you adjust. You gasped, high and shaky, thighs quivering.
âOhâf-fuckâŠâ you whimpered, head falling forward until your forehead rested against Alastorâs. âSo fullâŠâ
Vincent groaned, âGod, baby⊠youâre taking us so well. So tight around meâfuck, I can feel him inside you.â
They started moving togetherâslow at first, finding a rhythm that made your whole body light up. Vincent pulled back while Alastor pressed deeper, then reversed, a gentle rocking that dragged every sensitive spot inside you at once. Each thrust pushed you higher, the pressure building fast and overwhelming.
You couldnât stop the sounds spilling from your lipsâsoft moans, broken pleas, their names over and over.
âV-Vincent⊠Al⊠pleaseâI'm gonnaâŠâ
Alastorâs hand slid between your bodies, long fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, loving circles.
Your orgasm hit hard and sudden.
You cried out, back arching, walls clamping down on both of them so tightly they both groaned in unison. Pleasure crashed through you in waves, thighs shaking as you rode it out on their cocks.
âFuckâbaby, youâre squeezing me so goodââ Vincentâs voice cracked, hips stuttering.
You were still trembling through the aftershocks when Vincentâs rhythm faltered.
âGonnaâshit, baby, Iâmââ He buried his face against your neck, hips slamming forward one last time as he came with a broken moan. Hot pulses filled you from behind, his cock throbbing deep inside as he poured everything into you.
The feeling tipped Alastor over the edge.
His head fell back against the sofa, a low growl rumbling through his chest as he thrust up once, twiceâthen stilled, spilling inside your pussy in long, warm spurts.
Vincent pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck, murmuring broken little praises against your skin. âLove you⊠love you so fucking muchâŠâ
Alastor lifted a shaky hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear you hadnât even noticed. âYouâre everything,â he whispered. âEverything we could ever want."
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Steam curled lazily around the bathroom, blurring the edges of the world.
You were boneless between them.
Your head rested against Alastorâs chest, his heartbeat slow and even beneath your ear. One hand cradled the back of your skull while the other worked carefully through your hair, fingers gentle despite everything you knew they were capable of.
Vincent sat at your feet, long legs stretched along the tub. His hands moved up your calves, thumbs pressing slow circles as he rinsed away soap, the touch soothing rather than demanding.
They talkedâidly, lazily.
Work.
Petty grievances.
Someone in the office whoâd misfiled reports again.
You didnât bother following every word. Their voices washed over youâAlastorâs smooth, lilting cadence paired with Vincentâs low, steady murmur. It calmed something deep in your chest, eased the leftover tension from the night.
Your eyelids drooped. You were just drifting, halfway to sleep, when Vincent said casuallyâ
ââŠand the rings will be ready this Thursdayââ
Your eyes snapped open.
âWhat?â you blurted Water sloshed softly. âWhat are you guys talking about?â
Vincent didnât even pause. He glanced down at you, thumb still tracing idle patterns along your ankle. âThe rings, honey. For our marriage.â Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he added, âGotta get a ring on your finger. Many bastards in the office are looking at you too much.â
Your mouth fell open.
The sheer audacity of itâleft you staring at them in stunned silence.
Alastor mistook the look entirely.
âOh, my dear,â he said gently, rinsing the soap from your hair with meticulous care. âDonât worry. Weâll wear them too.â A small, pleased smile curved his lips. âI donât need othersâ attention anyway.â
Vincent hummed in agreement. âNever have."
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The office buzzed as usualâphones ringing, papers shuffling, screens flickering.
His assistant was the first to notice.
Elliot, clipboard clutched to his chest like a shield, froze mid-sentence while rattling off the dayâs schedule. His eyes drifted downward. Then widened.
âSir,â he said carefully, blinking once as if his vision were playing tricks on him, âis that⊠a ring?â
Vincent didnât even look down. He leaned back in his chair, fingers laced together, the band catching the light as he moved. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.
âYep,â he said. âGot married.â
Elliotâs mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. âMarried,â he echoed faintly. âYou?â
Vincentâs grin softened. âTo the most beautiful woman in the world.â
Elliot had worked under Vincent for years. He had seen rage, ambition, indulgence, cruelty.
Vincent waved him off, still smiling. âCancel my evening meetings. Iâm going home early."
*
Alastorâs office was quieterâbut no less charged.
His advisor, Judy, stood opposite his desk. She was sharp-eyed, precise, and very difficult to surprise.
Which made her pause all the more telling. âWell,â she said mildly, peering at his hand. âThat isâŠnew. I never thought Iâd see the day.â
âNeither did I,â Alastor replied pleasantly. âBut I found someone who can tolerate myâŠquirks.â
âShe must be extraordinary,â she said.
Alastorâs grin sharpened. âOh, she is terrifying.â
*
Mayaâyour colleague, the one who brought you coffee every morning without being askedâstopped short at your desk. Her gaze flicked from your face to your hand.
âOh my god,â she gasped. âYou got married?!â
You barely had time to respond before she continued, eyes wide. âYou never told us! No invite? Nothing?!â
You chuckled, lifting your cup calmly, the ring unmistakable now that it had been noticed.
âIt was a private matter,â you said lightly.
Maya squinted. âMatter? You got married.â
âMy husbandsââ you coughed. âI mean. Husband.â You corrected smoothly. âHe doesnât like public affairs.â
Maya shook her head in disbelief. âI leave you alone for one weekend and you come back married.â
You took a sip of coffee. âLife moves fast.â
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The three of you were many things.
Subtle was not one of them.
It was impossible, reallyâwhen Vincentâs gaze lingered just a second too long whenever you passed his office, when Alastor tilted his head and smiled like he was listening to a private joke only the two of you shared, when you forgot yourself and rolled your eyes fondly.
Anyone with eyes could see it.
Which was precisely why, during lunch break, the gossip tribunal convened.
Elliot had claimed the small round table near the vending machines, poking suspiciously at his salad. Judy arrived next, immaculate as always, tea in hand. Maya slid into the chair opposite them, already buzzing.
Elliot leaned in first. âOkay,â he said in a low voice that was absolutely not low enough. âHave you guys heard the gossip?â
Judy lifted an eyebrow. âWhich one?â
ââŠFair,â Elliot admitted. âBut this oneâs big.â
Mayaâs eyes lit up. âIs it about the Director?â
Judy sipped her tea. âGo on.â
Elliot lowered his voice further, which only made it more dramatic. âI meanâtell me Iâm not the only one who noticed how Vincent keeps looking at her. Likeâlooking looking.â
Maya snorted. âPlease. Alastor practically follows her with his eyes. Itâs creepy. But also kind of hot.â
Judy coughed into her cup. âLanguage.â
Maya leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially. âDo you think the Director is cheating on her husbandâwith both Vincent and Alastor?â
Elliotâs eyes went wide. âOh wow.â
âBut listen,â Maya rushed on. âVincent and Alastor are both married too, right? So if theyâre cheating on their wivesââ
ââthen itâs a whole mess,â Elliot finished, horrified and thrilled in equal measure.
Judy tapped her cup thoughtfully. âOr,â she said slowly, âthey could all be⊠friends?â
Maya stared at her. â...Judy.â
âYes?â
âNo.â
Elliot shook his head. âI mean, who cares,â he said, shrugging. âIf I had two men like that staring at me like I was dessert, I would too.â
Maya laughed. âSame. Iâd have them both. Morals would simplyââ she made a vague dropping gesture ââleave my body.â
Judy sighed. âYou are all incorrigible.â
âBut wrong?â Maya pressed.
Across the office, you laughed at something Vincent murmured under his breath. Alastorâs gaze flicked upâsharp, possessive, amusedâand met theirs for just a second.
All three gossipers froze.
Alastor smiled.
Elliot swallowed. âI suddenly feel like we should mind our business.â
Maya nodded. âYep. Absolutely. Never speaking of this again.â
Notes: kinda long chapter but i promise it's worth itđ
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Chapter Three
Living with Vincent and Alastor happened so quietly that, one day, you realized you could no longer remember when it became normal.
The apartment was cozy in a way you hadnât expectedâwarm wood floors, soft lighting, shelves crowded with books and old records, and windows that caught the morning sun just right.
Mornings became your favourite.
You would wake to the low hum of the radio and the smell of something rich and comforting drifting from the kitchen. Alastor was always up first. Always immaculate, sleeves rolled just enough to be unfair, humming to himself as he cookedâhe took pride in it, and it showed.
âGood morning, my dear,â heâd say brightly when you wandered in, hair still messy, eyes half-lidded. âSit, sitâbreakfast waits for no one.â
Vincent, meanwhile, claimed the bedroom as his territory. He helped you get ready with an ease that felt almost intimate in its normalcyâhanding you your jacket, fixing a crooked collar, straightening your necklace with careful fingers that lingered a second longer than necessary.
That night, thoughâŠ
*
Adam sat alone in his office with the lights off and the blinds half-drawn. A desk lamp cast a harsh yellow circle over scattered case files, crime scene photos, and cold coffee rings. The bottle in his hand wasnât his first of the evening, and it wouldnât be the last.
He stared at the board on the wallâphotos of victims, timelines, red string that seemed more like mockery than progress.
He hated unsolved cases.
Something was wrong with this town. And he was going to find it.
The door burst open without a knock.
Lute strode in, boots sharp against the tile, jaw tight with fury. She slammed a stack of files onto his desk so hard the lamp rattled.
âFound something, danger tits?â Adam muttered dryly, not looking up as he took another swig.
âNothing,â she snapped. âAbsolutely nothing.â
Lute leaned forward, palms flat on the desk, eyes blazing. âIâm telling you,â she said, voice low with venom, âthat bitch director is hiding something.â
Adam sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. âIf only we could prove it,â he muttered.
Lute went quiet. Too quiet. Adam glanced up again and saw it. That look in her eyes. Sharp and scheming.
âOh no,â he said slowly. âWhat are you thinking?â
A grin spread across her face. âWhat if we donât need proof?â
Adam raised a brow.
âWe bluff,â she said. âWe catch her off guard. Show up when sheâs not expecting it. Act like we already found something. People get sloppy when they think the gameâs up.â Her smile widened. âShe already looked on edge the last time we saw her.â
A slow, wolfish grin pulled at Adamâs mouth as he reached for his coat. âGood job,â he said. âLetâs go tonight.â
The bottle stayed behind on the desk.
The guns did not.
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You woke with a sharp inhale, heart racing for a reason you couldnât place.
The bed was cold.
A frown tugged at your lips. Where had they gone? It was the middle of the night.
You slipped out of bed, wrapping a soft feather robe around yourself, tying it over your nightclothes.
You padded down the stairs, each step careful, the floor cool beneath your feet. The entrance hall below was painted in silver moonlight spilling through the window, shadows long and unmoving.
Thenâ
BANG. BANG. BANG.
You gasped, hand flying to your chest.
Someone was pounding on the door. Not knocking.
Your heart thrashed against your ribs. You forced yourself to breathe.
Relax. Youâre not in a horror film, you told yourself. And the only killers you know are madly in love with you.
You moved forward slowly. âAl?â you called softly. âVinny? Is that you?â
The banging got louder. You swallowed and reached the door, fingers trembling only slightly as you unlocked it and pulled it openâ
âand were nearly shoved backward as Adam and Lute barged inside.
You stumbled, clutching your robe tighter around yourself. âWhat is the meaning of this?!â you snapped, shock giving way to anger. âOfficers, you cannot just barge into a womanâs home like this!â
Adam shut the door behind him with his foot, eyes scanning the apartment like a predator scenting blood. âOh, we can,â he said. âIf we have definite proof.â
âWhat?â The word slipped out before you could stop it. A flicker of surprise crossed your face â small, but Lute caught it.
âTell me, madam,â she said, voice dripping with sarcasm as she clasped her hands behind her back and began pacing your living room like she owned it. âWhy did you move here so suddenly?â
You stiffened. âI donât see whyââ
âItâs fifteen minutes farther from your media house than your old place,â Adam cut in. "We also managed to find that this property was in name of...three people. Like, damn...two men? I respect the hustle."
You glared at him but said nothing.
Lute let out a low, mocking chuckle. âMaybe if spreading your legs like a harlot gets someone a place like thisâŠâ She shrugged. âI totally understand.â
Adam laughed. âGreat blackmail material. Just think of your reputation!â
Your jaw clenched so tight it hurt. You took one slow breath. When you spoke, your voice was calm. âIt seems,â you said evenly, âthat I need to schedule a segment on how the police department of this city is so incompetent they resort to harassing citizens without just cause.â
Adamâs eyes hardened. âCareful.â
âNo,â you replied quietly. âYou be careful.â
Adam tilted his head, watching your face like he was waiting for a crack to form. âLetâs cut to the chase,â he said. âWe have definite proof. So you can confess, and weâll let you go quietly⊠or get ready to spend the night in a cell with the murderers.â
You froze, your thoughts slammed to a halt.
Murderers.
Plural.
Your pulse stumbled.
Did he know?
No. No, that couldnât be it. The reports had always suggested multiple suspects. Different methods. Law enforcement had already assumed more than one killer was operating.
Adamâs grip tightened around your wrist without warning. Pain flared sharp and sudden, enough to wrench you fully back into the moment.
âI guess youâve made your choice,â he said, satisfaction curling his mouth. âA night in the cells it is.â
âYou cannotââ you began, voice strained.
âDo you want me to drag you there, bitchââ
Something shifted at the edge of your vision.
Thenâ
CRASH.
The sound was thunderous, violent enough to shake the house. Al's grand piano came hurtling down the staircase, tearing free from its place as if guided by unseen hands. It smashed into Lute with catastrophic force, splintering wood and filling the entrance hall with dust and debris.
Adam released you instantly, spinning toward her. âLute!â
A sharp, strangled sound tore from his throat. You watched in frozen disbelief as his body stiffened, then crumpled forward, collapsing onto the floor beside his deputy. The dust hung in the air, thick and choking, the echoes of impact still ringing in your ears.
Lute screamed againâthis time in pure terror.
Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure it could be heard.
As the haze slowly cleared, you saw her. Standing just beyond Adamâs fallen body, posture neat and composed, apron unwrinkled despite the carnageâ
The maid. The one Alastor so often called to tend the house.
âNiffty?â you gasped, the name tumbling from your lips in disbelief. âWhat did youââ
She turned toward you, eyes wide and bright, smile far too cheerful for the scene unfolding around her. âOh!â she said brightly. âAlastor told me to attack if you were ever in danger!â
âIt looks like you had fun while we were gone.â Alastorâs voice drifted in from the doorway, smooth and amused, though he were commenting on a dinner party rather than the carnage strewn across the entrance hall.
The moment you heard him, something inside you broke loose.
You ran towards him. Your arms wrapped around him with desperate force, fingers clutching at his coat as if letting go might cause the world to tilt apart entirely. He caught you instantly, hands coming around you with a gentleness that felt almost out of place against the bloodied floor.
Your breath shuddered as you pressed your face into his chest.
âI was called in for a favour by Mimzy,â he continued lightly, âRather urgent. And I took Vincent along â it was a two-person job.â
Over your shoulder, Alastorâs smile sharpened. âGood job, dear,â he said to Niffty.
She beamed.
Luteâs scream tore through the moment, shrill and feral. âYou fucking filthy demons! I willââ
Alastor released you gently and stepped forward, his presence shifting instantly. The warmth vanished. What remained was something cold and lethal.
âYouâll be doing nothing,â he said pleasantly, âwhen youâre six feet under.â
Your heart lurched.
âAlâAlastor, we canât justâ!â The words tumbled out before you could stop them.
Suddenly, an arm slid around your waist, firm but careful, pulling you back against a familiar body. A broad palm came up, shielding your eyes, cutting off the sight of the hall and the woman screaming within it.
âThen donât look, doll,â Vincent murmured close to your ear, his voice low and soothing. âGo back to sleep, hmm?â
His tone was impossibly gentle â the same voice that guided you through crowded sets, that whispered encouragement before big meetings.
Something settled in you then. Thisâthisâwas the turning point.
You could let it slide. You could pretend. Ignorance was bliss, after all.
But if you allowed thatâif you let them decide what you should and shouldnât see, what crossed the line and what didnâtâthen this would become something else entirely.
You stepped out of Vincentâs reach. His hand lingered in the air for half a second before dropping, surprise flickering across his face.
âOh no,â you said, voice cutting clean through the room. âOh no, misters. I donât even know where to start with both of you.â
You turned on Alastor first, eyes blazing. âYou. You do not get to murder anyone just because theyâre rude to me.â
Alastor opened his mouthâ
âNo,â you snapped. âAnd Nifftyââ you looked directly at her, voice firm but not cruel, ââyou do not follow orders like that. Ever.â
Nifftyâs smile faltered, just a little. âOhâŠâ
You turned sharply to Vincent next. âAnd youâboth of youâsomehow manage to drag trouble right to my doorstep every single time. I just want to live normally.â
Vincent huffed softly before he could stop himself. âI donât think living with both of us really qualifies as ânormal,â dollââ
You shot him a glare. For the first time since youâd met them they looked chastised.
You dragged a hand down your face, exhaustion finally catching up to you. âTo suppress the managerâs murder took every ounce of leverage I had,â you said quietly. âTo hide this⊠Iâll have to call in a favour.â
Vincentâs brow arched, intrigue flickering through the tension. âOh? And who might that be?â
You exhaled. âLucifer. Of course.â
There was a beat of silence.
âThe mayor and you are friends?!â Vincent asked, incredulous.
Alastorâs jaw tightened immediately. âI donât like him.â
âIrrelevant,â you replied flatly.
Alastor inclined his head, all business now. âUnderstood, dear. Weâll keep our⊠hobbies far from our home.â
Then his gaze slid, unblinking, toward Lute. âBut,â he added lightly, âwe do have to kill her.â
You closed your eyes for a moment.
âJust⊠take her away,â you said, voice steady despite the weight behind it. âAnd do what you must.â
You didnât look at her. As long as you didnât see it, you wouldnât spiral.
âWith pleasure, darling,â Alastor replied.
He moved first, efficient and calm, beginning by hauling Adamâs body away as though it were merely an inconvenience cluttering the floor.
Vincent stepped close, pressed a soft kiss to your cheek â gentle, grounding, affectionate in a way that felt almost heartbreakingly normal. âWeâll be quick,â he murmured. Then he turned and followed Alastor.
*
You stared at your phone for a moment before pressing call.
Lucifer was a night creature by habit if not by nature. If anyone would be awake at this hour, it would be him.
He picked up on the third ring. âHiii, bestie!â Luciferâs voice chimed through the speaker, bright and unmistakably awake. âWhâwhatâs up?â
A soft laugh slipped from you despite yourself. âHi, Luci. I didnât disturb you, did I?â
âOf course not!â he said immediately. You could practically hear him waving a hand dismissively. âWhatâs going on? Donât tell meâyouâre not cancelling our hangout, are you?â
âOf course not,â you reassured him, leaning against the wall as tension eased from your shoulders just a fraction. âI just need⊠a favour.â
There was no hesitation. âSure,â Lucifer replied warmly. âAnything.â
You swallowed. âCan you⊠make it look like the chief of police and his deputy were transferred?â You winced slightly. âForged, more likely. Clean paperwork. No loose ends.â
You couldnât help the smile that tugged at your lips. âYes,â you said softly. âThat one.â
âOh, absolutely,â he laughed. âMore than happy to.â
âReally?â Relief rushed through you so fast it almost made you dizzy. âIâm sorryâI justâ Iâm in a bit of trouble.â
âNo probs,â he replied easily. âIâll get it ready. By morning, itâll be like they were never here.â
You exhaled, long and slow, the knot in your chest finally loosening. âThank you, Luci.â
âAnytime,â he said warmly. âYou owe me coffee.â
You smiled as the call ended.
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You paced the living room, back and forth. The clock ticked louder than it should have. Every glance at it made your chest tighten.
1:17 a.m.
1:24 a.m.
1:29 a.m.
You told yourself not to imagine things. Not to spiral. Still⊠worry gnawed.
When the door finally opened, the sound made you flinch. Cold night air swept in first. Then the scent hit youâsharp and unmistakable. Rain-soaked earth.
You rushed forward instinctively, relief surgingâand then you stopped short.
Blood darkened their shirts, splashed unevenly across fabric and skin. It marked Vincentâs collarbone, streaked Alastorâs cheek, stained their sleeves as though it had been an afterthought to clean.
Almost⊠indulgent.
Alastor looked almost refreshed, posture relaxed, eyes bright with a dangerous satisfaction he made no effort to hide. Vincentâs expression was calmer, softer â but there was something unmistakably feral lingering beneath it, like the echo of adrenaline he hadnât yet shed.
ââŠWeâre home,â Vincent said gently.
Then Alastor smiled, gentle as ever. âYou neednât worry, my dear. Everything has been taken care of.â
Alastor reached you first. His hand slid along your jaw, cradling your face with deceptive gentleness. Crimson streaked across your cheek as his thumb brushed over your lower lip, parting it slightly.
Then his mouth was on yours.
The kiss was slow at firstâalmost tenderâuntil his tongue pushed past your lips and you tasted iron. He licked into you lazily, savouring.
Behind you, fabric tore. Vincent didnât bother with patience.
Your nightgown was gone in one vicious yank, silk ripping like paper. Cool air hit your skin and then his burning hands were on youârough, greedy, smearing crimson across the soft curves of your breasts. He cupped them hard, thumbs dragging over your nipples until they peaked.
âSuch lovely canvas,â Alastor purred. âHold her steady, old friend. I want to taste how much she enjoyed waiting for us.â
Vincentâs mouth was on your throat a second laterâsucking hard enough to bruise.
Alastor dropped gracefully to his knees between your thighs. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your panties and tore them away in a single motion, like it had personally offended him. Then his mouth was thereâhot, wet, unhurriedâlicking a slow, deliberate stripe up your dripping slit.
You cried out, hips jerking.
Vincent laughed as his hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping between your folds right alongside Alastorâs tongue, spreading you open for him. âFuckâsheâs soaked.â
Alastor hummed in agreement, the vibration ripping a sob from your throat. His tongue circled your clit with cruel precision, never quite giving you enough pressure, while his free hand slid up the inside of your thigh.
Vincentâs fingers plunged inside you, curling hard against that spot that made your vision white out.
âGonna fill you up,â he promised, voice cracking. âGonna fuck you so deep youâll feel us for days.â
Before any warning, Vincent plunged his thick cock into your pussy in one hard, ruthless thrust. The sudden fullness made your whole body jolt, a loud, broken moan ripping from your throat as your walls stretched around his girth.
He buried his face against the side of your neck with a broken groan. âFuck⊠baby,â he rasped, âYou feel like heaven. Every damn time.â
Alastorâs eyes narrowed instantly, his ever-present grin twitching with clear irritation. He gave Vincent a long, unimpressed look over your shoulder. âI should have known you couldnât waitâŠâ Alastor drawled, voice slow and dripping with disdain, ââŠlike a dog in heat.â
Vincent only laughedâhips already snapping forward again, driving deeper, making your breasts bounce with every rough stroke.
âJealous?â he taunted, claws digging into your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted. You whimpered, head tipping back against Vincentâs shoulder.
Alastor didnât answer right away. Instead he stepped closer, long fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your face up toward him. âPatience is clearly not his strong suit,â Alastor murmured to you, voice soft and almost sweet. âBut donât worry, darling⊠Iâll make sure you get properly taken care of.â
Vincent groaned. âFuckâkeep talking. She clenches hard every time you do.â
Alastorâs hand curled gently but firmly around your waist, and with one smooth, possessive tug, he pulled you off Vincent entirely.
The sudden emptiness made you whimper, your walls clenching around nothing as Vincentâs cock slipped free with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room.
Vincent let out a low, frustrated growl, âSeriously?â Vincent hissed, voice thick with both irritation and aching need. âI was right thereââ
Alastor didnât even glance at him.
He sank down onto the wide sofa with that same elegant grace he always carried. âCome here, my darling,â he murmured, voice soft and warm. âLet me feel you properly.â
He guided you over him with careful hands, one sliding up your spine, the other steadying your hip. When you were straddling his lap, he lined himself up and slowly pushed you down onto his cock.
The stretch was different from Vincentâsâdeeper, more deliberateâand you gasped, head tipping back as inch after inch filled you until your hips met his. A long, shaky moan spilled from your lips.
Alastorâs breath hitched. His head fell back against the sofa, eyes fluttering half-closed, grin softening. âOhhh⊠there you are,â he breathed, voice trembling with adoration.
His hands settled on your hipsâthumbs stroked slow, soothing circles over your skin, smearing the blood in gentle patterns.
You started to moveâslow at first, rolling your hips, feeling every thick inch drag along your walls. âBeautiful,â he sighed, almost to himself. âSo beautiful⊠look at you, dear. Look at how perfectly you fit me.â
âFuck⊠baby,â Vincent rasped, voice cracking. âYouâre so goddamn gorgeous like this. Taking him so well⊠still dripping from me, arenât you?â
He leaned in and kissed your shoulderâsoft, reverentâthen pressed his forehead against your arm like he couldnât stand not touching you.
Alastorâs hand slid up your back, cradling the nape of your neck, pulling you down until your lips brushed his.
Alastorâs hands stayed gentle on your hips, guiding your slow, rolling rhythm as you rode him. Every lift and sink drew a low, rumbling moan from his throat, his head tipped back against the sofa, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss.
Then you felt Vincent move closer.
His warm, blood-streaked chest pressed against your back, caging you sweetly between them.
âBabyâŠâ Vincentâs voice came out rough and thick with want, but so tender it made your heart stutter. âYouâve been so good for us tonight. Let me in too, yeah? Let me love you properly.â
His long fingers slid down the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate. You shivered when they reached the small of your back, then lower, until the pad of one finger circled your tight back hole with feather-light pressure.
A soft gasp slipped from your lips.
âV-VincentâŠâ you breathed, voice shaky as you rocked down harder onto Alastorâs cock on instinct. The dual sensation already had your thighs trembling. âThat⊠that feelsââ
âShhh, I know, sweetheart,â Vincent murmured right against your ear, kissing the shell of it. âIâve got you. Just relax for me.â
He pressed just the tip of his finger insideâslow, careful, giving you time to adjust. You whimpered, clenching around Alastor so tightly he hissed through his teeth, hands flexing against your hips.
âOhhh, darling,â Alastor purred, âYouâre squeezing me so sweetly. Does Vincentâs touch feel good?â
Vincent groaned low in his throat. âFuck, youâre perfect.â He worked his finger deeper, slow pumps, curling gently to stretch you open. âGonna take my time with this pretty little hole. Gonna make sure you feel nothing but love when I slide in.â
He added a second finger, scissoring carefully, stretching you wider while Alastor kept you anchored with slow, deep thrusts from below. Every movement made you rock between them, bodies sliding together in a slick, bloody, loving tangle.
Alastor lifted his head to brush his lips along your collarbone, voice trembling with adoration. âYouâre doing so beautifully, mon cĆur. Taking us both like you were made for it.â
You reached back blindly, fingers threading into Vincentâs hair. âVinnyâŠI can take it. I want you inside me too.â
Vincentâs breath hitched. âGoddamn, baby⊠youâre gonna kill me saying things like that.â
He worked his fingers a little faster, a little deeper, curling them just right until your back arched and a broken moan tore from your throat.
Alastorâs hands slid up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing tenderly over your nipples as he gazed up at you like you were his entire universe.
Vincentâs fingers slipped free with a soft, wet sound, replaced almost immediately by the blunt, slick head of his cock pressing against your stretched rim. He kissed the nape of your neck, voice low and trembling with barely-contained need.
âReady for me, baby?â he whispered against your skin. âGonna go slow⊠promise Iâll make it feel so good.â
You nodded, breathless, fingers digging into Alastorâs shoulders for balance.
Alastorâs hands slid up your sides, warm and steady, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts as he looked up at you with adoring eyes. âBreathe for us, darling,â he murmured. âYouâre doing so perfectly already.â
Vincent pushed inâslowly, carefullyâinch by thick inch. The stretch burned sweet and intense, your body yielding to him while Alastor stayed buried deep in your pussy, completely still, letting you adjust. You gasped, high and shaky, thighs quivering.
âOhâf-fuckâŠâ you whimpered, head falling forward until your forehead rested against Alastorâs. âSo fullâŠâ
Vincent groaned, âGod, baby⊠youâre taking us so well. So tight around meâfuck, I can feel him inside you.â
They started moving togetherâslow at first, finding a rhythm that made your whole body light up. Vincent pulled back while Alastor pressed deeper, then reversed, a gentle rocking that dragged every sensitive spot inside you at once. Each thrust pushed you higher, the pressure building fast and overwhelming.
You couldnât stop the sounds spilling from your lipsâsoft moans, broken pleas, their names over and over.
âV-Vincent⊠Al⊠pleaseâI'm gonnaâŠâ
Alastorâs hand slid between your bodies, long fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, loving circles.
Your orgasm hit hard and sudden.
You cried out, back arching, walls clamping down on both of them so tightly they both groaned in unison. Pleasure crashed through you in waves, thighs shaking as you rode it out on their cocks.
âFuckâbaby, youâre squeezing me so goodââ Vincentâs voice cracked, hips stuttering.
You were still trembling through the aftershocks when Vincentâs rhythm faltered.
âGonnaâshit, baby, Iâmââ He buried his face against your neck, hips slamming forward one last time as he came with a broken moan. Hot pulses filled you from behind, his cock throbbing deep inside as he poured everything into you.
The feeling tipped Alastor over the edge.
His head fell back against the sofa, a low growl rumbling through his chest as he thrust up once, twiceâthen stilled, spilling inside your pussy in long, warm spurts.
Vincent pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck, murmuring broken little praises against your skin. âLove you⊠love you so fucking muchâŠâ
Alastor lifted a shaky hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear you hadnât even noticed. âYouâre everything,â he whispered. âEverything we could ever want."
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Steam curled lazily around the bathroom, blurring the edges of the world.
You were boneless between them.
Your head rested against Alastorâs chest, his heartbeat slow and even beneath your ear. One hand cradled the back of your skull while the other worked carefully through your hair, fingers gentle despite everything you knew they were capable of.
Vincent sat at your feet, long legs stretched along the tub. His hands moved up your calves, thumbs pressing slow circles as he rinsed away soap, the touch soothing rather than demanding.
They talkedâidly, lazily.
Work.
Petty grievances.
Someone in the office whoâd misfiled reports again.
You didnât bother following every word. Their voices washed over youâAlastorâs smooth, lilting cadence paired with Vincentâs low, steady murmur. It calmed something deep in your chest, eased the leftover tension from the night.
Your eyelids drooped. You were just drifting, halfway to sleep, when Vincent said casuallyâ
ââŠand the rings will be ready this Thursdayââ
Your eyes snapped open.
âWhat?â you blurted Water sloshed softly. âWhat are you guys talking about?â
Vincent didnât even pause. He glanced down at you, thumb still tracing idle patterns along your ankle. âThe rings, honey. For our marriage.â Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he added, âGotta get a ring on your finger. Many bastards in the office are looking at you too much.â
Your mouth fell open.
The sheer audacity of itâleft you staring at them in stunned silence.
Alastor mistook the look entirely.
âOh, my dear,â he said gently, rinsing the soap from your hair with meticulous care. âDonât worry. Weâll wear them too.â A small, pleased smile curved his lips. âI donât need othersâ attention anyway.â
Vincent hummed in agreement. âNever have."
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The office buzzed as usualâphones ringing, papers shuffling, screens flickering.
His assistant was the first to notice.
Elliot, clipboard clutched to his chest like a shield, froze mid-sentence while rattling off the dayâs schedule. His eyes drifted downward. Then widened.
âSir,â he said carefully, blinking once as if his vision were playing tricks on him, âis that⊠a ring?â
Vincent didnât even look down. He leaned back in his chair, fingers laced together, the band catching the light as he moved. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.
âYep,â he said. âGot married.â
Elliotâs mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. âMarried,â he echoed faintly. âYou?â
Vincentâs grin softened. âTo the most beautiful woman in the world.â
Elliot had worked under Vincent for years. He had seen rage, ambition, indulgence, cruelty.
Vincent waved him off, still smiling. âCancel my evening meetings. Iâm going home early."
*
Alastorâs office was quieterâbut no less charged.
His advisor, Judy, stood opposite his desk. She was sharp-eyed, precise, and very difficult to surprise.
Which made her pause all the more telling. âWell,â she said mildly, peering at his hand. âThat isâŠnew. I never thought Iâd see the day.â
âNeither did I,â Alastor replied pleasantly. âBut I found someone who can tolerate myâŠquirks.â
âShe must be extraordinary,â she said.
Alastorâs grin sharpened. âOh, she is terrifying.â
*
Mayaâyour colleague, the one who brought you coffee every morning without being askedâstopped short at your desk. Her gaze flicked from your face to your hand.
âOh my god,â she gasped. âYou got married?!â
You barely had time to respond before she continued, eyes wide. âYou never told us! No invite? Nothing?!â
You chuckled, lifting your cup calmly, the ring unmistakable now that it had been noticed.
âIt was a private matter,â you said lightly.
Maya squinted. âMatter? You got married.â
âMy husbandsââ you coughed. âI mean. Husband.â You corrected smoothly. âHe doesnât like public affairs.â
Maya shook her head in disbelief. âI leave you alone for one weekend and you come back married.â
You took a sip of coffee. âLife moves fast.â
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The three of you were many things.
Subtle was not one of them.
It was impossible, reallyâwhen Vincentâs gaze lingered just a second too long whenever you passed his office, when Alastor tilted his head and smiled like he was listening to a private joke only the two of you shared, when you forgot yourself and rolled your eyes fondly.
Anyone with eyes could see it.
Which was precisely why, during lunch break, the gossip tribunal convened.
Elliot had claimed the small round table near the vending machines, poking suspiciously at his salad. Judy arrived next, immaculate as always, tea in hand. Maya slid into the chair opposite them, already buzzing.
Elliot leaned in first. âOkay,â he said in a low voice that was absolutely not low enough. âHave you guys heard the gossip?â
Judy lifted an eyebrow. âWhich one?â
ââŠFair,â Elliot admitted. âBut this oneâs big.â
Mayaâs eyes lit up. âIs it about the Director?â
Judy sipped her tea. âGo on.â
Elliot lowered his voice further, which only made it more dramatic. âI meanâtell me Iâm not the only one who noticed how Vincent keeps looking at her. Likeâlooking looking.â
Maya snorted. âPlease. Alastor practically follows her with his eyes. Itâs creepy. But also kind of hot.â
Judy coughed into her cup. âLanguage.â
Maya leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially. âDo you think the Director is cheating on her husbandâwith both Vincent and Alastor?â
Elliotâs eyes went wide. âOh wow.â
âBut listen,â Maya rushed on. âVincent and Alastor are both married too, right? So if theyâre cheating on their wivesââ
ââthen itâs a whole mess,â Elliot finished, horrified and thrilled in equal measure.
Judy tapped her cup thoughtfully. âOr,â she said slowly, âthey could all be⊠friends?â
Maya stared at her. â...Judy.â
âYes?â
âNo.â
Elliot shook his head. âI mean, who cares,â he said, shrugging. âIf I had two men like that staring at me like I was dessert, I would too.â
Maya laughed. âSame. Iâd have them both. Morals would simplyââ she made a vague dropping gesture ââleave my body.â
Judy sighed. âYou are all incorrigible.â
âBut wrong?â Maya pressed.
Across the office, you laughed at something Vincent murmured under his breath. Alastorâs gaze flicked upâsharp, possessive, amusedâand met theirs for just a second.
All three gossipers froze.
Alastor smiled.
Elliot swallowed. âI suddenly feel like we should mind our business.â
Maya nodded. âYep. Absolutely. Never speaking of this again.â
So.. I've been thinking lately how the V's (separate and together) would act with a reader on their period?
The Vees x Reader
Vox
đș Vox notices everything about your cycle because he literally tracks it on his private servers. He knows the dates, the mood swings, the cravings â before you even tell him. It freaks you out at first.
"Ugh, everything feels wrong today. I donât even know why Iâm this irritated.â
"Because your periodâs starting tomorrow.â
âWHAT THE FUCK, VOX?!â
đș He bulk-orders supplies like a man preparing for the apocalypse. Buys every brand of pads, tampons, cups â hell, even stuff youâve never heard of. He orders it in bulk and brags, âDonât worry, babe. Youâll never run out. I got a fucking warehouse stacked for you.â In his mind a real man is one who takes care of you.
đș Vox uses his screen/body as a heating pad. He programs his body to generate just the right warmth for your cramps. Heâll smugly ask, âToo hot? Too cold? Or am I perfect, as usual?â
đș Vox wonât let you move around much. If you try to get up to work or clean, he literally pulls you back to bed, grumbling like a sulky cat. âYouâre not doing shit. Not today. I already told the world youâre busy â with me. Now shut up and lay down.â He will take a day off (who's gonna stop him) to stay in bed with you to watch your favourite comfort shows.
Velvette
đ If you try to tough it out, acting like it's nothing, Vel will have none of it. Sheâs instantly offended. âNo. Uh-uh. Youâre not walking around bleeding like some tragic heroine. Bed. Now. I will carry you myself if I have to, donât test me.â
đ She drags you into a fluffy robe, ties your hair back, and forces you into bed surrounded by silk pillows. You will always be comfortable. Orders your favourite comfort foods instantly - Whether itâs ice cream, chocolate bars, or noodles.
đ If anyone dares to stress you out while youâre suffering, Vel is on the warpath. She will absolutely claw a bitch for speaking to you wrong.
"Shit, the constant chatter is killing me."
"You know what, I don't actually need that model. Kill that bitch."
"WAIT NO-"
Valentino
đŠ Absolutely does not care about blood. If you have to clean your bedsheets/underwear but you're too weak to do so, he's the one who changes it out. Heâll lean in closer if you act embarrassed. âDoll, I donât give a fuck if youâre bleeding. Youâre still mine. Still perfect.â Honestly, he finds it hot that youâd even think something could make him less obsessed with you.
đŠ He insists you eat rich comfort foods and drink good whiskey (or wine, if you prefer). If youâre craving junk food, heâll snap his fingers and send someone running for it instantly. âWhatever my doll wants, my doll gets."
đŠ Heâs good with his hands â massaging your lower back, thighs, or stomach when cramps hit. And he brags about it the whole time.
âSee? Told ya these hands were magic. In more ways than one-"
"I'm going to smack you."
đŠ He's weirdly tender. Underneath the dramatics, Val really just wants you to feel safe. Heâll kiss your temple, call you âsweetheart,â and remind you youâre beautiful even when you feel miserable. âCâmere, doll. Bleedinâ or not, youâre still the best fuckinâ thing in hell.â
The Vees
The three of them pile around you in bed or on the couch, basically turning into your possessive guard dogs. They argue constantly about whoâs spoiling you best:
âShe doesnât need all that extra crap. She just needs rest.â
âShut it, she deserves luxury treatment.â
âYouâre both wrong. What she needs is me.â
"Will all of you shut the fuck up for one minute?!"
(instant silence)
Vox sets up a giant cinema in the bedroom. Youâre buried in blankets between the three of them while endless movies, music videos, or trash TV play in the background. Vel forces everyone into face masks and skincare sessions mid-movie. Val gets bored halfway through and starts kissing your neck until Vox smacks him with a pillow.
Youâre not moving. Theyâll carry you everywhere â to the bathroom, to the couch, back to bed. Vox is behind you, Vel cuddled into your front, Val draped across both of you â itâs a whole Vee sandwich.
OOOOOO! May we please have Vees fluff where they come home from the battle with Alastor & reader was worried for their safety? However discovering they're not only okay but got Alastor, she embraces them all in a kiss and hug. (From Reader is from the Vee au)
The Vees x Reader
The clock on the wall had ticked itself hoarse. Every second since theyâd left had dragged like hours. Youâd tried to sit still, but the silence of the penthouse was unbearableâtoo big, too cold without them.
A battle with Alastor wasnât some casual street scuffle. Even for the Vees, it was dangerous. The Radio Demon didnât play fair.
You bit your nail, a nervous habit. You'd almost pleaded with them to take you with them.
"But I won't even participate! I'll just watch from the sidelines, and be very perfectly hidden." You'd tried to reassure them.
"Uh-huh nope, babe. You're not going anywhere near danger." Velvette shook her head. "Don't worry about your sweet little head over it. It's just a walk in the park!"
"That's right! No need to leave the comfort of our place for that smiling freak." Vox's claws came on your shoulders. "And besides, we need someone here to hold the fort."
You'd sighed as you adjusted Vox's bowtie and reloaded Val's guns and handed it to him.
"Gracias, querida." Val grinned.
You startled out of your thoughts as you heard the V tower's door bang open, and relief swept over you as you saw Vox and the other two Vees wall behind him.
âHoly fuck! Everyone outâlook who I have! Ah-ha-ha!â Vox spun a chair into the middle of the room.
Seated in it...arms tied neatly behind his back, a thick blue plate clamped over his mouth, was Alastor. The metal plate on his mouth had a drawn-on frown.
Your body finally moved before your brain didâyou ran forward, half-angry, half-relieved, and threw yourself into Voxâs chest.
He caught you with a startled âwhoa!â as you buried your face into his suit. His screens dimmed slightly, the usual glitchy static softening to a low hum. âEasy there, sweetheart.â
"I'm glad you're all okay." You turned towards the other two.
You threw yourself at them, wrapping your arms around whoever you could reach first. It ended up as a messy pileâVoxâs arm circling your waist, Velvette leaning in with a laugh, Valâs huge hand settling over all three of you.
Vox was still speaking to others, giving orders, but the moment you cupped his face, the gaze steadied on you. You pressed your lips to his.
Velvette snorted. âGross. Move over.â
She leaned forward before you could even turn, hands on your cheeks, grin softening. Her kiss was quick, playful, and a little glitter-sticky from her lip gloss. When she pulled back, she winked.
Then came Valentino.
He was watching you with that familiar glintâhalf-predator, half-man-on-the-verge-of-melting. You could already see the possessiveness flickering in his eyes, the way his gloved fingers twitched like he was holding himself back.
When you stepped into his space, his smirk faltered for the briefest second. You cupped his jaw and kissed him slow, deep, tasting smoke and iron and adrenaline. He growled low in his chest, one hand gripping your waist.
Behind you, a disgusted grunt broke the moment.
You turned. Alastor sat exactly where Vox had left him, chair scuffed from how hard heâd tried to twist free. The metal plate on his mouth muffled what sounded suspiciously like a groan of disgust.
âOhâsorry um Radio Demon...sir!â you said, taking a small step back from the Vees. âNo PDA, got it!â
oh! I don't know if you're still taking requests for reactions, and I've seen your list about some you might re-do and don't want to add more if it'll make you feel pressured, but what about them reacting to being shut up by a kiss? or their face being peppered by lots and lots of kisses by their partner? just them getting a bit pampered cause they absolutely deserve it <3
đđ: This is pure, unadulterated fluff, Kissing, Flustered men, Theyâre all smitten with you <3
đđ„đđŹđđšđ«:
Heâs been in Hell for almost a century, yet heâs never known anyone as fearless or audacious as you. You approach Alastor, hands smoothing over his chest, slow, purposeful, instilling a false sense of security within him. And, before he knows it, you seize the lapels of his coat, fingers curling into the fabric and tugging, only to do the unthinkable.
âEugh, that man is infuriating! Can you believe he put a sign by his room to keep me out? As if his face wasnât enough to â mmph!â
A bleat tears from his throat as you capture his lips, cutting him off in the middle of his ranting and raving. Itâs a bold move, though one Alastor isnât entirely opposed to, clawed-hands instinctively finding your jaw. He kisses you back, though just for a bit, a tinge of color present on his face as he pulls away to regard you with an arched brow.
âWhat a⊠creative approach youâve taken to let me know that Iâm talking too much,â Alastor muses. âThough I suppose I donât blame you, mon coeur.â
In truth, a small part of him is a bit irritated that you decided to do such a thing. To be cut off or talked over, itâs one of Alastorâs pet peeves, especially because it makes him feel like he isnât respected. However, as you pull away to gaze up at him, lips curling to form a small smile, he reminds himself that your gesture came from a place of love.
đđšđ±:
Nobody has dared to cut him off in the middle of a speech, at least not since he climbed up Hellâs hierarchy and garnered the respect he so desperately craved. But you? Oh, you donât care. Vox has a tendency of going off on a tangent, especially when heâs riled up, so you donât hesitate to seize the edges of his screen to cut him off.
âAh-ha-ha, that smiling fuck wonât even see whatâs coming to him! I mean, his audience has tanked since â wait, what are you doing â mmph!?â
You press your body flush against his, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that has his antennas surging with a burst of electricity, putting his ranting and raving to a sudden halt. The gall you have to do such an audacious thing, but as you pull back and let go, he stares ahead, stupefied, eyes wide and screen glowing a soft, fuzzy cyan.
âWhat the⊠what the fuck was that for?â Vox stutter once he snaps out of his trance, tentatively touching his lips. âAnd whyâd you stop, doll?â
As he leans down, however, he reaches up with a singular clawed-hand to grasp your face, his thumb and his forefinger sinking into your cheeks. Vox warns you to never, ever interrupt him again, not unless you intend to finish what you started, closing the gap between your faces to resume the kiss as soon as you nod.
đđźđđąđđđ«:
Heâs been alive since eternity, and so he has definitely experienced his fair share of interjections where he was made to feel small and unimportant. You understand that, of course you do, so thatâs why you decide to cut Lucifer off in a way that wonât make him feel as such, grabbing ahold of his jaw and pressing your lips against his.
âI donât even know why Charlie trusts him! Ha, I mean, that tacky piece of shit is obviously up to no good, right? I canât be the only one â mmph?â
His eyes fly open, and a furious, golden blush sprawls across his features, his arms stilling at his sides. You essentially stun Lucifer into forgetting what heâs ranting and raving about, so much so that the moment he feels you break away from the kiss, he doesnât complain or anything of that sort. No, in fact, he reaches out to pull you back in.
âWait, wait, wait! Where yaâ going, sweetheart?â Lucifer nervously stammers out, lips chasing after yours. âYou canât leave, not till I return the kiss!â
Heâs such a sucker for you that he doesnât have the capacity to be upset or disappointed with you. Lucifer has been doubted, not taken seriously, or simply talked over â but being cut off with a kiss? Oh, he doesnât mind it, at least not if itâs coming from you. The way he proceeds to crash his lips against yours serves as a testament to that.
đđđđ„:
Oh, for most of his life, heâs been surrounded by individuals with similar traits as you â bold, shameless, unafraid. The only difference between you and them is that youâre not an insufferable piece of work. Abel knows that, of course he does. Still, he doesnât expect to have his collar seized and suddenly be cut off with a bruising kiss.
âI donât get it! I mean, theyâre upset with me over something I had no say in. W-Why is it so hard for them to comprehend that Sera â mmph!â
The poor angel almost stumbles forward as heâs forced to lean down to reach you, his hands scrambling to clutch at your waist, putting an end to his ranting and raving. Abelâs face flushes a furious gold, and his wings flutter behind him, your lips gliding against his still ones. Heâs shocked, flustered, but certainly not displeased.
âWas I ranting again? Oh, I-Iâm sorry, honey, I didnât mean to,â Abel nervously chuckles as you pull away. âThanks for being so⊠uhh, kind about it, though.â
Heâs unfortunately awfully familiar with not being taken seriously â and still is. But as he gazes down at you, taking in the soft, playful look in your eyes, he knows that the gesture wasnât malicious. After all, you cut him off in a manner that had him feeling all soft and gooey inside, and so he shows you his appreciation by leaning in to kiss you back.
Tags: Safe, Sane and Consensual. Established Relationship. Mention of Readerâs past pregnancies. Breeding kink. And well anal sex obviously.
You let your head fall back, Adamâs lips attached to your sensitive neck. Tipsy giggles left your glossy lips, while Adamâs big hands were grabbing at your hips, pulling you in even closer. Your own arms were wrapped around his neck, and you arched your back to press your chest against him.
âI thinkââ You were interrupted by your own gasp, Adam started using his teeth, âWe should open the bedroom door.â
You unwrapped one arm from his neck, and tried to reach behind you. Your hands desperately searching for the doorknob.
Adam simply grunted in agreement, and he peeled one hand off your hip. His chin rested against your shoulder, while he reached out, and opened the door. Since you rested against it, and your brain felt overwhelmed with lust, you nearly fell backwards.
Thankfully, Adam was always there to catch you, and laugh in your face while saving you.
Your hands covered your mouth, âStop laughing! âIs not funnyâŠâ
âItâs very funny, baby. Your legs are already weak, and I havenât even fucked your juicy pussy, yet.â His tone was arrogant, but you should be used to this at this point. You have been married for years, after all.
Glaring at your lovely husband, âI will make your legs weak, see how you like it.â
âThatâs what I pray for at church, babe.â Adam groaned into your shoulder. His hands moved to squeeze your ass, and you gasped.
âEvery Sunday? I thought you pray for world peace, or whatever.â You tease him.
âNah, I wanna get laid by my hot wife. I got my priorities straight.â He started to leave soft kisses against your shoulder, his hands wandering all over your body.
You laughed softly, âTotally, my love.â With your arms once again wrapped around his neck, you tugged at him while walking backwards. Adam followed your lead till you hit the edge of the bed, and you simply let yourself fall backwards against the king-size mattress.
Adam immediately slotted himself between your spread legs, his hands wandering up your thighs, under your dress. You sighed happily, âI love when we are home alone.â The children were all sent away, spending time with their granny, Sera.
âTell me âbout it. Itâs so hard to stuff you full, with these creatures crawling all over the place.â It seemed like Adam couldnât quite decide what he wanted to do to you first, his hands restlessly changing positions.
âThese creatures?!â You laughed at that, âYou mean the children you were begging me for?â
âYeah? Baby, us fuckingâ and spending time togetherâ thatâs like my life work. Life isnât worth living without our husband and wife time.â Adam finally made a decision, his hands tugging your dress over your head, âCmon, sit up for me, beautiful.â
You did as he said, and you let Adam undress you. Reaching your hands out, you started to unbutton his white shirt, âYouâre actually such a sap, you know that?â
âShut up,â There was no real bite behind his words, âLove our kids, donât get me wrong, would love them more tho if they could do their fucking homework by themselves.â
To that you could relate.
You batted your eyelashes up at Adam, and he gently took your face into his hands. His eyes softened when looking at you. âLess children talk, more getting undressed.â Frustration from dealing with the buttons bled into your voice.
Adam chuckled, âSo bossy, baby.â Instead of unbuttoning his shirt, his hands practically flew to his belt. What a man. He worked on opening it, while you continued with the buttons. Finally, you could slide the shirt off his broad shoulders.
His cock was already half hard in his pants, and you could see it fully straining against his boxers once you slid down his dress pants. You pressed your palm against him, and Adam groaned happily.
âMissed you bad, baby.â His voice was raspy.
You smiled up at him, âIâm always with you, love.â
âYou know what I mean.â He mumbled out. Adam bent down and smashed his lips against your own. With his body, he pressed against you, his knee on the mattress. You easily let yourself fall backwards again, sinking into your soft blanket.
Adam grabbed your hips, and with no strain, he threw you further up, into your pillows. You squealed while Adam crawled in between your legs. You wrapped your legs around Adamâs waist and made sure to yank him towards you. Locking your lips with his, you let your tongues dance.
Your husbandâs hands wandered all over your body. You arched your back into his touch, and he was able to slide his hands under your back to unclip your bra. Letting the straps fall from your shoulders, Adam immediately grabbed it and threw it into the void.
His hands went to your naked chest, grabbing the sensitive flesh. Adam buried his face into your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You gasped softly, burring your hands into his hair.
âOh, Adam, I need you.â
âYeah, baby? You going to beg for it?â Adam chuckled.
You tugged at his hair, âDonât tease me!â
His face started moving down, from your collarbone to your tits. His lips wrapped around your nipple, and he sucked on the tender nub. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, you attempted to pull him in closer. Your ankles were locked tightly around him.
Kisses went from your chest, to your ribs, to your belly button and finally reached your clothed pussy. Adam pressed his tongue against the fabric, and your hips pressed against him. Desperately chasing after pleasure.
Adam hooked his thick fingers into your panties and slowly pulled them down. You raised your hips to help him out. The air felt like relief on your aching sex.
With his big hands he grabbed your thighs, he lowered his own body and threw your legs over his shoulders.
His tongue pressed against your folds, and shocks of pleasure immediately wrecked your body. Your thighs pressed into Adamâs face, and he just hummed happily.
You let your head throw back, while scratching your nails over Adamâs scalp. His soft lips wrapped around your clit, and he sucked, hard.
Digging your heel into his back, you werenât quite sure if you wanted to push him away, or pull him in closer. Adam didnât let himself be interrupted by your movements, he continued to draw patterns into your clit with his tongue.
Sounds which only Adam is able to get out off you left your lips. Your hips ground into Adamâs eager mouth, while he let you use him for his pleasure.
Nasty, hot and embarrassing slurping noises could be heard from Adam, which made your face burn.
âAdam! Please donât stop! âM so close..â You whined out, and if anyone else would hear you like this, youâd kill them. But this is Adam, the literal love off your life, so you let yourself be vulnerable.
His grip on your thighs tightened, and he pressed his face closer into your pussy. As if he was trying to fuse into you. You moaned out loud, your teeth coming down on your lips in an attempt to lower your voice. It didnât help much.
You couldnât quite warn Adam, because of the sudden way your orgasm crashed over you. With a strangled sob your body tensed up, folding in on itself while Adam continued to suck on your clit.
Tears from overstimulation pricked at your eyes, and you whined out a weak âEnoughâ for Adam to finally depart from your pussy. He gave your clit one last, soft kiss before showing his handsome face to you again. Adam pressed his cheek into your pubic bone, while looking up at you with his warm, golden eyes. His lower face was glistening, and he looked to be very proud of himself, with that smirk.
With a huff you yanked Adam up, towards you, âAre you going to fuck me, or what?â
Adam barked out a laugh at your bratty tone, âYeah, donât worry, woman. I nearly bust a load just having your pussy on my tongue. You turned me into a one pump chump.â
You giggled at that, âI love you too.â
Your husband just groaned bashfully, he shifted around. His big body pressed your thighs apart. You could feel yourself drip, staining the sheets below you. With your clit practically pulsating Adamâs name in morse code, you had a hard time staying level headed.
Adam bend and stretched his body over you, his hand reaching for the nightstand. He opened the drawer, and rummaged around, before dramatically gasping.
âDid you buy condoms?!â His eyes snapped to your face.
You blinked at him, âYou were supposed to buy them!â Defending yourself.
Adamâs shoulders tensed, a memory flashing before his very eyes, ââŠFuck.â He buried his head into your neck, straight up whining like a dog.
His dick pressed into your wet, naked pussy, while Adam still wore his underwear. He rutted into you, and you were sure you were soaking through his boxers.
âI will pull out.â Adam mumbled out.
You pushed your hands against his shoulders, making him sit up. Are those tears starting to form in his eyes???
âPull out?! We have 4 children from you pulling out.â You practically hissed out. âToday is not safe anyways to try anything.â
âOkayâ First off, I didnât pull out because you, very slutty by the fucking way, moaned for me to cum inside with your fucking thighs out of iron wrapped around me. Iâm just a man. Second offâŠWe make cute babies. Whatâs one more?â He was rubbing the inside of your thighs, trying to convince you.
âOne more? And what if itâs twins again? Huh?â You raised a brow at him, âSix children is crazy. Stay away from me.â You made a half-hearted attempt to wiggle away.
You could see Adamâs dick twitch, âBaby, if you ask me, we should have ten.â His eyes wandered all over your body, staying at your stomach, âI love when youâre all round. Especially when your tits are leaking.â
Covering your face with your hands, you kicked your leg out at Adam, who easily caught your ankle in his hand with a chuckle. âShut up. You go into labour and then you can ask for more children.â
Adam nuzzled his face into your ankle, âAlright, baby. We can always have fun in other ways.â
Thatâs true, like stretching out your jaw for his massive size. You dragged your hands over your face, finally showing yourself again. Actually, all you wanted for tonight was to lie there and be taken care of. Have Adam finger you open, and slamming his hips into yours, while all you had to do was lie and enthusiastically take it.
âI just wanna lie here.â You told Adam with a pout.
He smiled, all teeth, which made you feel like prey, âMy baby wants to be taken care of? I can do that.â His hands finally pulled down his underwear, his hard, fat, uncut cock freed. Precum coated his whole length.
Adam wrapped his hand around his cock, and massaged the tip with his thumb. His pink tongue poked out in between his plush lips, âLet me glaze that sweet pussy of yours, babe.â
Glaze? You crossed your knees to cover your sex. âThatâs how we got the twins! Remember? âCause youâre some hyper fertile freak!â Getting pregnant without penetration was the shock of your life, and then you felt stupid for forgetting basic sex education.
Your husband glared at you, âYou were the one who begged me to cum all over your pussy, remember? You even spread your lips apart for me.â
âWhy are you personally attacking me like this? I am your wife. God forbid a woman wants to be fucked by her husband.â You gave him your best impression of doe eyes.
âIt is totally our god given right to fuck like bunnies and breed like âem too.â Adam nodded. âAs a married couple, ân shit.â
An idea got into your head, and you suddenly sat up, nearly smashing your head into Adamâs chin. With stars in your eyes, you excitedly shared it with Adam, âLetâs try anal.â
Adam blinked at you and then squinted his sharp eyes at you, âI told you I will only take that evil strap of yours in my ass when you get me drunk.â
âYeah, yeah.â You waved off your catty husband, âI meant I receive. Me, your wife who wants to be a starfish for the night.â You clasped your hands together.
With a sigh, Adam scratched his scruffy jaw. Which actually surprised you, considering most men you have dated in the past were seemingly obsessed to try it once. Adam was more experienced than you, that you didnât doubt. He got around much more than you did.
At this hour, no stores were open, thereâs no way to get condoms in the suburbs at this unholy hour. So, this is your solution. He doesnât have to take it, of course. Adam can please himself.
âYeah, babe, we can try it. We got enough lube to open a porn studio. I love your pussy though. Love it so much, I think âm having withdrawals.â Adam told you, taking your face into his hands and pulling on the fat of your cheeks.
You giggled at his antics, âYouâre sooo needy. Next time you wonât forget the condoms.â
âBet your ass I wonât. Literally.â Adam grinned at you. What a funny guy. âNow, press that face into the pillow so I can fuck your ass the way you asked me to.â
Nodding your head, you did as you were told. Your hips were in the air, while you pressed your cheek into your pillow. Adamâs hand rubbed over your ass, and he bend over you again to grab the lube. He coated his fingers in them, and gently massaged them over your rim.
You hummed at the cold feeling, trying to stay relaxed. Adamâs index finger pressed into you, and you gasped at the unfamiliar feeling. It didnât hurt, it was just a weird pressure you felt.
âYou good, baby?â Adam asked, his voice gruff.
âDonât stop.â You instructed him, your hands twisting the sheets below you.
âYou know I canât say no to you.â He pressed another thick finger into you, and you felt your toes flex.
Your pussy ached from the emptiness. Adam steadily pumped his fingers in and out off your ass, but you didnât gain much pleasure from the sensation. The idea of doing something soâŠforbidden and dirty turned you on more than anything.
Adam added in some more lube, and got in the third and final finger. He shifted behind you, âThis will be a real tight fit, baby.â
âYou promise?â You whined out, burring your face further into the pillow.
Slowly Adam pulled his fingers out, and you gasped at the feeling. His hands grabbed your hips, and he flipped you around. Your back was once again pressed into the mattress, and Adam smiled down on you.
âImagine, I pump that ass full off cum and it leaks in your juicy pussy? Nah, I also wanna see that pretty face while I rail you.â Adam told you.
He lined up the tip off his thick cock with your ass, while you kept your legs spread for that big man. âAdam, baby, my pussy feels so empty.â You blinked up at him, your finger rubbing over your folds.
âYou sweet, greedy thing. I just knew youâd say that.â Adam laughed under his breath, he made sure to coat his cock in a layer of lube before fully pushing into your ass.
You moaned, while your hands twisted the sheets below you. Biting at your lips, you made sure to breath through the stretch. âWhy are you so big?â
âSo I can fuck you better. Duh?â Adam stuck his tongue out at you, and all you could think about how much youâd like it to press against your clit again. His hand went from your hip to your cunt, and finally he rubbed his clean fingers all over your lips.
Sighing in relief, you threw your head back. Locking your ankles behind Adamâs back, while he pressed more and more off his dick into you. Until his hips were flush with yours. His pubic hair pressed into your own bush, and you didnât know where Adam ended and you started. But it didnât matter, if you could, youâd be even closer to him.
Adam plunged two big fingers into your pussy, and you arched your back and moaned at the feeling. Holy shit, you have never felt so full. âAdamââ You made grabbing motions towards your husband.
He leaned over you as much as he could, and while you propped yourself up on your arms, you smashed your lips into his. His tongue immediately bullied its way past your lips and teeth. His kisses have always been all consuming. And he calls you greedy.
You left your hands on his broad shoulders, and dragged your nails over his soft skin. Adam straightened his back, and disconnected your lips. You let your head drop on to the pillow. The fingers inside of you pressed down, Adam massaging his dick through the layer separating it.
Moaning helplessly, your hips jerked uncontrollably at the feeling. Youâve never experienced something like this before.
âAdam, please, please. Fuck me.â You whined.
Adam pulled his hips back slightly, just to slam them back into your own. You felt your whole body move with the force of his thrust. âSure thing, baby. Iâm going to be stuffing you so full of cum, it will leak out of you for weeks.â
âOh, you promise?â You breathlessly asked him.
You could see Adamâs tongue poke out, âI will make you see heaven.â
And with that he finally started up a solid rhythm of fucking into you. You moaned and attempted to pull Adam in closer with your legs. He just chuckled at that. Adam turned his wist inside of your pussy, finally massaging your G-spot.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your nails drag all over Adamâs ample chest. His coarse, curly hair that covered his chest glid over your fingers. Adam might be the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He truly was hand made by god.
His other hand went from your hips to your cunt. He pressed his dry, clean thumb into your clit, while his lube covered fingers brushed over your pubes.
Electricity cursed through your body, and you sobbed from pure pleasure. Adam laughed, and picket up the speed with which he fucked you. You felt completely stuffed full, and overstimulated. With his cock inside your ass, his fingers in your pussy and his thumb on your clit it wonât take long for you to cum.
Oh, you were going to be deliciously sore in the morning.
Adam was grunting above you, sweat trailing down his neck. âFuck, baby, you look so pretty like this. Love stuffing you full.â
âAdam, love, you always fuck me so good.â You gasped, âNo wonder I gave you so many kids.â
âDick so good, it turned you into my breeding bitch.â He snickered.
How embarrassingly true. Youâd let Adam knock you up as much as he wanted, if he pressed for it. You love him and your children more than anything in this world.
âLove you, husband.â You babbled out, your mind turned into mush.
âUgh, I love you more, wife.â Adam sighed out, âFuck, Iâm going to cum.â
You nodded your head, âPlease, cum inside me.â
Adam didnât answer, but he his thrust did turn sloppy. He grunted, and you let yourself let go. Your orgasm crashed over you once again, and you truly felt like you were on another plane of existence. You could feel Adam cum inside you, his cum leaking out off you.
You both panted into the stuffy air, and Adam started slowly pulling out of you. Your holes were both aching from the stretch. You sighed out, and Adam smashed his body into the mattress besides you.
His arms immediately circled around you, pulling you into this side. You nuzzled into his soft chest. Adam pulled the blanket over you both, covering your naked bodies.
He kissed the top off your head, and you simply hummed. It was incredibly easy to fall asleep in your husbands arms.
not my usual reblog content HOWEVER...spoiler quotations for this fic below just made me burst out laughing because he would be like this....
âI will pull out.â Adam mumbled out.
You pushed your hands against his shoulders, making him sit up. Are those tears starting to form in his eyes???
âPull out?! We have 4 children from you pulling out.â You practically hissed out. âToday is not safe anyways to try anything.â
âOkayâ First off, I didnât pull out because you, very slutty by the fucking way, moaned for me to cum inside with your fucking thighs out of iron wrapped around me. Iâm just a man. Second offâŠWe make cute babies. Whatâs one more?â He was rubbing the inside of your thighs, trying to convince you.
âOne more? And what if itâs twins again? Huh?â You raised a brow at him, âSix children is crazy. Stay away from me.â You made a half-hearted attempt to wiggle away.
