#human!Vox x you

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Quiet In The Theater (Human!Vox x Reader)

CW: Power dynamics (Boss/assistant), Public sex, public fingering, public cockwarming, edging. Rated: Adult Requested by: Anon Summary: As a reward for years of diligent service, your boss rewarded you with a movie date. Except, it wasn't a date and you watching the movie was more of a chore... Follow up to: Dressing Room but not required to be read together

You were eager to accept when Vox had asked you to accompany him to the cinema. It wasn’t often you got to go out to see a new movie and even less often that you got to go out and do anything with Vox. The wage you earned as his personal assistant simply wasn’t enough to allow for it. 

You were even more eager to step out with the handsome man that employed you. It had been a long few years, working first as a lowly assistant, running coffee for anyone who needed it and getting yelled at for things that were far from your fault. 

All it took was one unique and rather scandalous encounter with Vox and your life slowly set on a course that would change your life. You had been tasked with delivering him an updated script, changes made to the show at the last minute and facing the wrath he was known for. Instead, he sought comfort in you, or at least that was how you choose to define what had occured. The result was three years of watching his career skyrocket with you standing just behind him. 

Along with it came blurred lines. 

You were not Vox’s girlfriend, though that didn’t keep him from holding you even when he had girlfriends. They came and went, some lasting only a few short weeks at his side. He wasn’t a man that settled down; you knew that but you couldn’t help but hope that one day he would notice you as more than just a quick way to relieve stress. It was a childish dream that he would see you for your loyalty, nothing more than a girlish hope that he would take you as his partner in reward for your unwavering dedication to him. 

You had fallen in love with Vox. 

Maybe tonight was the night where he would tell you he finally realized he had feelings for you. Maybe tonight he would tell you he loved you. Maybe tonight was the night you got to live your storybook dream. Maybe tonight. 

It was always ‘maybe tonight’ in your heart. 

It was a disappointment when he did not take your hand as you walked through the theater. There was no soft kiss on your cheek, like he would sometimes give you when you both worked late into the evening. The most he did was rest his palm of his hand on your upper back as he led you to your seats. 

That was alright, you told yourself. You had wanted to see this movie, a romantic comedy that had great reviews, anyway. It was alright, you’d make the best of it. It was alright that once again your heart was breaking ever so slightly in your chest. 

There would be other nights for Vox to see that you loved him. There would be other nights for him to decide he loved you, too. You had the rest of your lives for him to realize it. That was alright. 

The movie had been out for a while and while it was well loved, it wasn’t surprising to find the theater failed to fill up, with less than half the seats being spoken for as the last of the lights dimmed. Vox led you up and up, making his way to the back row of the nearly empty theater.

That was alright too, you told yourself. It meant fewer people standing, blocking the view while they made their way to bathrooms or couples necking, distracting from the film. You’d have a good view and not have to pay for it with the distracting of other people. 

Vox set the popcorn down in the seat next to him as he folded his seat down. The dark room ensured few people could see anything at all as the preshow screening started. You tried to step over Vox’s outstretched feet and could have sworn you were going to clear them. 

Somehow, you still tripped over his long legs. Strong arms caught you as you crumpled down, not letting you fall to the dirty floor or worse yet, over the seats in front of you. 

That was how you ended up in Vox’s lap just as the movie began. His fingers dug into your sides, holding you in place. 

“Vox,” you whispered, turning to him, “let me take my seat.” 

“You picked your seat already,” Vox said. “Now settle down, get comfortable. It’s a two-hour movie.”

Vox didn’t give you much of a choice but to do as he told you to do. Even as he slipped the jacket from his shoulders, he kept a hand around your waist, ensuring you didn’t get it into your head to slip over to the unoccupied seat next to him. You knew better than to disobey, but that didn’t stop him from keeping you rooted in place. 

He held you in place as the movie started, hand quickly begining to caress your waist. It was an idle action; you told yourself, nothing more. A shiver ran down your spine as you sat forward, hoping no one noticed your perch. 

“Cold?” Vox asked, leaning forward to whisper the word in your ear. His breath washing over your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine anew. “Poor thing.” He pulled his jacket around, fluffing it out in the air in front of you before draping it over your legs.

“Thank you,” you said, as Vox wrapped his arm around your waist, just below your breasts, and pulled you to lean back against his chest. You could feel every thump of his heart against his ribs. Each rise and fall of his breath in his chest took you along with it.

“Watch the movie,” Vox said as his other hand ran down your thighs, making it terribly hard for you to do just that. 

The movie played, and Vox had intended to watch it. That was before you ended up tucked in his lap, against his chest. It was hard to focus on the dull romantic plot as you shifted, body rubbing against his cock in his pants. Vox watched as a couple started falling in love before deciding it was more fun to entertain himself with the show in his lap.

You shifted and twitched, trying to scoot away from the caressing hands that helped themselves to your body. It was a matter of your time before he was slipping his hand under the skirt, running it up your thigh, taking in the soft skin hidden away just for him. 

“Vox?” You whispered as he pulled your leg to hook over his knee. 

“Hook your other leg over my knee,” Vox directed. You moved to listen, bringing your thighs together only to have his voice in your ear, stopping you. “My other knee. Spread them.” 

“Sir?” Your voice quivered as you did as he said. “This isn’t appropriate.” 

“It’s appropriate for you to watch your movie.” Vox answered, fingers running up the inside of your thigh. “And it’s appropriate for me to entertain myself through a boring movie.” 

Fingers caressed the gusset of your panties, hand pushing the skirt up around your hips. The touch was light, tantalizing, as his fingers ran over your covered slit. His knees spread, pulling your legs further apart, ensuring the only thing that kept your modesty was his jacket in your lap and the theater’s darkness. The tips of his finger passed over your clothed clit, first ghostingly light as he caressed your core. 

The pressure built as he worked your clit through the fabric. Once he could feel the hot wetness begin to build in your panties, he smiled against the back of your neck. It felt good to know he could get to you, work you up in such a way, no matter where you were. 

“Stand up.” 

“What?” You struggled to keep your voice even, struggled to ignore the way you felt Vox’s cock throbbing against your ass. 

“I said, be a good girl and stand up. keep ahold of my jacket when you do.” 

You did as he told you. That was your job as his assistant, after all. He ignored your whispered protests as he pulled the panties down your legs. They fell to the floor as shame burned through your face, leaving a trail of wet slick smeared down your thighs. A polished shoe hooked the fabric and pulled them to the side, urging you to step out of them. 

“Hand them to me,” Vox ordered. “Keep those knees locked.” 

His hand ran up the back of your bare thighs as you bent at the waist. While the movie played in front of you, Vox pushed your skirt to gather on your lower back, just draping over most of the swell of your ass. He could see your glistening folds, wet but not yet sopping as you bent down at the waist, putting your cunt on display for him.

The clicking of his belt was soft, nearly missed over the sound of the movie as your fingers grazed the fabric of your panties. You were not the world’s most flexible woman and so reaching the small pile of cloth on the floor took a few tries. Each try pushed your cunt into Vox’s view, framed by the slight coverage of your shirt. 

Each time you bent down, bobbing a bit as you reached the limits of your flexibility, Vox ran his fingers up your naked slit. You gasped, fingers snagging the fabric as his fingers sank inside your opening before slipping back out agian, having just had a taste of your wetness. 

“Sit down, just as you were,” Vox ordered. 

His hand pushed his cock down so he could trap it between his thighs for the time being. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, not with the way his trousers bit into his sensitive flesh, but it kept you from realizing what he had planned for you as you sat back on his lap, legs hooked on either side of his knees. 

As soon as you settled, he spread his knees apart, spreading your thighs and allowed his cock to spring up, slapping the wet folds of your pussy. You gasped as he trust up, running his length through your folds as his hand wrapped around your hips.

“Vox what are you-?” 

“Up, just a bit.” Vox ordered, and you knew you couldn’t question him. Doing what Vox said, without fail or question, was how you stayed in your position. It’s how you kept your job. It was how you kept your bed open to Vox. 

You gasped as the head of his cock nestled against your wet entrance. Vox had made you wet, but not wet enough for him to push easily inside you as he let you sink down. 

The burning stretch of him as he pushed inside you stole your breath. Deeper and deeper he reached as you sank down his shaft, walls dragging along his shaft. Your breath caught in your lungs as you struggled to get enough air, fighting to keep his name only a whisper on your tongue. He pushed your hips down, forcing you to take him deeper until you nestled on his cock, sitting in his lap. 

“Lean back,” Vox whispered against your neck, lips moving against the soft hairs in a way you wanted so badly to be a kiss. He reached up, grabbing your breast and pulling you back to him as his other hand ran down your thigh. 

“Vox, we can’t be doing this, not here,” your voice trembled as he spread his legs wider, opening you wider. 

“We already are,” Vox whispered as you sat, stuffed full of his cock in a movie theater with other patrons. “Now watch your movie while I entertain myself. Oh, and don’t make a sound.” 

You tried to do what he told you to. It was a battle to follow the plot, the characters, as his cock twitched inside you. Your walls rippled and clenched around him as his finger lazily ran over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Every time you thought he may bring you over the edge, send you spiraling down in a sea of pleasure, his fingers would leave your clit and spread your slick around your folds as your body slowly unwound around him. Soft fingers ran around where your body swallowed his cock, collecting the slick that was pouring from your stuffed opening and spreading it up to your clit. 

You panted, trying to swallow back the soft moans that fell from your lips. Sometimes you hid your face within Vox’s neck, begging for him to give you mercy in a harsh whisper only to have him issue the same order, again and again. 

Watch your movie. 

You sat, holding his cock inside you as you struggled to do as he told you to. Plot moved on without you keeping up, far more focused on every twitch of the heavy cock lodged tightly against your cervix. He held your hips tightly, hot breath washing over your shoulder as you twitched and squirmed. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Vox whispered in your ear, only to hear you whimper in response. It wasn’t like he needed a verbal response, anyway. Your body betrayed you, clenching around his shaft tight enough that he groaned softly. “Make you cum on my cock in this theater, where anyone can see the slut you are for your boss?” 

“Please?” You whimpered as the characters on the screen kissed passionately, locked in an embrace that resulted in the shedding of clothes. “Vox, it’s too much.” 

“You’ve kept me nice and warm for the last hour,” He whispered in your ear. “You’ve been so good for me. Want me to make you feel good?”

“Please, Vox?” you struggled to think as the couple on the screen fell into bed. “Please?” 

“You’ve got to be quiet,” Vox whispered in your ear. “If you want to cum on my cock right now, you better remember we’re in a theater and what do we do in theaters?” 

“Be quiet,” you whispered, walls fluttering around his cock as he ran his fingers over your clit. “Be quiet in the theater.” 

“Good girl,” Vox thrusted up into you, fucking into you as he pushed you further and further. The chair creaked slightly as he fucked up into you. His balls slapped up into you as he drove you closer and closer. 

“Vox,” you whined, face turning into his neck as his hand gripped your breast, pinching your nipple between through the layers of fabric. “Vox, Vox, Vox!” 

“That’s right, Dollface,” Vox was chasing his own release as your walls fluttered around him. “Cum with my name on your lips.” 

Your body clenched around him, gripping him like a vice as you came with a whispered cry. His name was on your lips as you tried to keep your voice low. As your cries climbed in volume, Vox slotted turned your head to face him. 

He fucked into you, watching for a moment as your dazed eyes struggled to focus on his face. Curling around you, he slotted his lips over your parted lips, so pretty and pink as they chanted his name. He swallowed your cries, controlling your volume when you failed to. That’s alright, he would forgive you, this time. 

“Good girl,” Vox whispered, fingers digging into you as your orgasm pulled his from him. The tight waves of contractions through your walls milked him of his cum as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside you. 

Spent, he stilled, leaving his cock lodged in your over sensitive hole. You twitched around him as you took deep, gasping breaths. 

“Better?” He asked and you nodded. “Good, keep me warm and finish your movie.” 

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[jazzmasternot]

It’s gotten bad

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Velvette x female model reader smut

“Good Job Doll~”

A/n: damn yall like these writing huh? Well I ain’t stopping you lol! I hope this was alright!

(Requested by: egg boi on AO3)

Warning: mean/soft velvette, bottom reader, fingering, rough sex, voice kink, hair tugging(light), cussing, touching bodies sexually without permission, praise kink, soft sex, eating someone out, gay sex

You were a model for velvette. Just a girl trying to make some cash, well you thought. It turns out your velvettes ‘favorite’ model. She’s always making excuses and firing her other models so your her main focus. At first you honestly thought it was just a friendship thing, but you slowly started to realize it wasn’t, it was more….sexual.

It started off with simple touches and praises, playing with your hair or touching your curves playfully, then it got more demanding. And her words sounded more sexual and suggestive. You didn’t mind it though, you kinda enjoyed the attention from the young overlord, she never failed to make you blush.

One day she came into the dressing room with you and handed you an outfit. “Try this on please darling, I need to see how absolutely stunning you’ll look in it.” She flirted lightly. She handed you a short dress that had her signature colors.

“Yes ma’am.” You obey your boss. You strip off your clothes, getting undressed in front of her was normal for all the models. Velvette was scanning and looking at every inch of your body secretly as you put the short dress on.

She walked over to you and smirked. “Oh it looks gorgeous! We have to take a picture” she said and pulled out her phone for a selfie, wrapping her arm around your waist tightly, making you blush. She takes the picture and giggled a little. “Oh you look so adorable in this picture!”

“Thank you..” you say sheepishly. She seemed to notice your nervousness and smirked.

“Oh come now dear, your gorgeous. In fact. I can show you how gorgeous you truly are~” she said seductively as she traced your breasts. You couldn’t help but blush, even if this was normal. Before you could speak up she grabbed your hips and forced you onto the vanity.

“What are you doing?” You ask Velvette, blushing intensely.

“Giving you an award for your hard work dear~” she said seductively, her accent felt so nice to hear with that tone..you didn’t try to get away or anything..you stayed there, you couldn’t help but admit you wanted it..and velvette noticed.

“Oh? You’re a good girl aren’t you? Allowing your hot, stunning boss to award you~?” Velvette smirked and started to grope your breast, causing you to let out a soft gasp in pleasure. “There we go..” Velvette smirked, and didn’t hold back. She started to kiss you hungrily, she’s been waiting for this moment for so long, and she finally had you at her mercy.

You moan and kiss back, carefully caressing her face as she did so. Velvette’s tongue forcefully entered your mouth and you moaned and closed your eyes, your tongues swirling and intertwining together. She pulled away, strands of saliva connecting your lips, and looked at your body more.

You pant at the kiss, trying to catch your breath but she started to kiss you again more tough, causing you to tug and keep a tight grasp on her hair and whimper. She chuckled lightly at the whimper, loving the soft noises you made.

She moved fast, pushing you all the way up to the vanity mirror with how much force she was using to kiss you, eventually open mouth kissing, your tongues still mixing together. She finally pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath, but not for long. She immediately got on her knees and put her head under the dress she made you put on earlier. You blush and spoke up. “U-uh what are you doing..?”

“Oh don’t worry dear..I’m just treating you with your reward..it won’t hurt..that much.” She looked up at you one last time and then went back under your dress..pulling your panties off. You blush out of embarrassment and arousal, as Velvette chuckles at your already fully aroused pussy. “Oh such a good girl..so ready for me…”

She kissed your thighs and trialed up them to your throbbing and needy cunt, you let out a whiny and needy moan, hands threatening to grasp her hair again. “Please Velvette..”. You beg.

“Call me ma’am.” She demanded before she could continue, she wanted you to still call her ma’am, it did make her feel more in control.

“Please ma’am..please..” you beg again, leaning your head against the vanity’s mirror.

“Please what?” She looked up from under the dress, smirking, she lived playing with you..she found it amusing.

“Please let me cum..please” you begged whiningly. That was enough to satisfy Velvette, as she planted her skilled mouth onto your wet and ready pussy. You let out a gasp and arch your back and hips off the vanity, hands clinging onto the vanity’s edge, you moan and forced your hips into her face more.

She moaned against your pussy, tasting your sweet nectar, it sent vibrations through you that made you shiver and moan. She used one of her hands to push your legs apart more, and the other was teasing your soaked entrance. You were left begging and pleading for her to enter you.

You gasp as she thrusted three fingers in at first into your tight little pussy. She was desperate. She has been wanting to do this for a long time to you. She thrusted in and out more roughly, but not enough to cause severe pain. You let out quiet cry’s and yelps, your eyes rolling back as she found your g-spot and hit it repeatedly with her skilled fingers. “In so close…” you whispered and panted softly.

“That’s it..be a good girl and cum for me..” veovette said, thrusting her fingers rougher and rougher. You let out a longer cry as you cum onto her fingers. She quickly licked the white liquid off of herself, and then placed her mouth on your entrance, milking out every last drop of cum. You pant. Your body quivering out of ecstasy. You opened your cloudy eyes and looked down at her. She stands up and licks her slightly cum covered face, then smirked back at you.

“Good job, doll~”

[redvexillum]

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⋆˙⟡ — DAY 01. Cooking Together (Alastor x Reader)

In which you finally agreed to accept Alastor's invitation and cook his favourite dish together.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 02. Fuck Machine (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox decides to introduce a new toy for you to use for his viewing pleasures.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 03. Sensory Deprivation (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor's shadows ensnare and overwhelms you in a wicked game of dominance, leaving you breathless and craving for more.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 04. Sharing Secrets (Charlie x Vaggie)

Vaggie stands by Charlie's side, offering comfort and hope, all while hiding a secret that could change everything between them.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 05. Dubious Consent (Valentino x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI In a desperate bid for love, you give everything to Val - your body, your heart and...Your soul.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 06. Anniversary (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI As desire and vulnerability intertwine, you realize your connection is far more than fleeting lust. With confessions of love, you embrace a deeper bond, choosing Vox again and again.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 07. Confession (Alastor x Reader)

Alastor reveals his feelings the only way he knows how - radio broadcasting.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 08. Massages (Alastor x Reader)

You had a terrible headache, but luckily Alastor knew what to do to help ease away your pain.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 09. Cockwarming (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You didn't mean to displease Alastor, and now you were going to make it up to him by being his good little cockwarmer!

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 10. Fuck or Die (Lucifer x Lucifer)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Lucifer accidentally cloned himself by messing around with his new contraption. The clone took half his soul and was killing both of them. The only way to fix this? They need to fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 11. Ritual (Alastor x Reader)

You and Alastor had a ritual when you fall apart into pieces. He will always pick you up and put you back together, no matter how many times it takes, no matter how long it takes.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 12. Voxflix n' Chill (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox wanted to flip the script on you and let you take the charge. You, incredibly coded to be a submissive, tried your best. Besides, how hard could it be to take the lead in the bedroom?

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 13. Threesome (Alastor x Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI What shall Alastor and Vox do to you so you learn your lesson from being an insolent brat? Well, the answer may involve a joint effort from the both of them.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 14. Foursome (Alastor x Vox x Lucifer x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer wanted you to choose between them. Vox decided to make it a little competition between them. May the best dick win.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 15. On Camera (Adam x Valentino)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Valentino loved the human design, but after so many years of dodgy sequels and remakes, he wants the original - the original man. Or in other words, Adam is down for anything as long as Valentino agrees to call him the Dick Master.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 16. Blackmail (Valentino x Tom Trench)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Tom Trench. He is a somebody.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 17. Oblivious Love (Alastor x Reader)

Heart palpitations after death? How curious. In which Alastor doesn't realize his own feelings until it's too late.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 18. Sex Toys (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox started to treat sex as part of his "to-do list." Unimpressed, you boo-ed him mid-fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 19. Shower Sex (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor has rescued you from the Vees, but you didn't smell like him. Well, this won't do. This won't do at all.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 20. Branding (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor knew that you were a taken woman, and yet...yet, he wanted a mark of your love to him, so he hands you the knife.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 21. Infidelity (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You know what you are doing is wrong - and yet, you continue to welcome Alastor into your arms while your husband remains blissfully unaware.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 22. Hate Fucking (Adam x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You hated him. But, fuck, you didn't hate this.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 23. Costumes (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Even though you knew Alastor hid behind countless masks, layering them one after another in your presence, it was in those rare, intimate moments—when he let the facade slip, when he entwined himself with you—that you realized, despite the pain, the betrayal, you would still choose to stay by his side.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 24. Rejection (Adam x Valentino)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Adam, a wretched sinner cast down to Hell, finds himself penniless and lost in a world of filth. When he crosses paths with Valentino, who dangles a tempting deal before him, Adam wonders - he's already hit rock bottom, might as well fall deeper. A Companion story to "On Camera," told from Adam's POV.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 25. Jealousy (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor owns your soul—he owns you. So why, then, does he find himself aching when your laughter, your smiles, your warmth aren’t shared solely with him? Bound by the unspoken, you and Alastor tread an endless, delicate line. The feelings that burn between you remain unvoiced, holding you in an eternal dance—two souls walking side by side, desperately close yet never truly touching.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 26. Obsession (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Despite it all, Alastor loves you. This is love. It has to be.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 27. Status Gap (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You and Vox had just started to explore a serious relationship, or so you believed—until one explosive fight left you both locked in a silent war, fuelled by stubborn pride. Days stretched by as neither of you made a move to reconcile, leaving you heartbroken yet determined to finally let go and move forward. But just as you began to find your footing without him, Vox made it clear he wasn’t about to let you slip away that easily.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 28. Rough Sex (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You are a strange girl with questionable tastes, longing for a connection that won't be met with scorn. Alastor's rough handling melded pain and pleasure in a way that exhilarates you, that makes you feel that it was okay to be unapologetically yourself.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 29. Sub/Dom (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor strikes you a deal. He allows you to fulfill your debased desire once, and in return, you quit your job for good.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 30. Naked/Clothed (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Thirteen times. Thirteen times he'll push you past the edge until you can finally beat insomnia. Too bad for Alastor, that's not how you fix insomnia.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 31. Cockblock (Alastor x Reader)

This blasted, cursed fiend will be the death of Alastor. But - it was worth noting, Alastor was certainly not competing for your attention. That would be...preposterous.

✨️ You've reached the end!!!! ✨️

👆 Art by @peach-flavored-flambe 💖

[voxslays]

The night I lost you

Feauturing >>> Alastor x Reader; In which you find out your husband is a serial killer, but before you can act, it’s already too late.

Warnings: Gore, Murder, Alastor being a serial killer, Your throat being slit, Death!

A/N: Surprisingly no smut in this one! I steered more towards goretober, so yay…? I might write a part two. Who knows?

Part Two

You sat in bed, curled up while reading a classic of American Literature; Little Women. You were waiting for your husband, Alastor to get home since he was coming home late tonight. Soon enough you heard the creak, signaling the front door had been opened and a few moments later, you see Alastor walk into your shared bedroom. He didn't speak. Just walked in and got dressed, brushed his teeth, and ready for bed. He looked tired and stressed. When he lied down, his back was turned away from you. No words spoken. You tried to tap his shoulder to see if he was okay, but he just nudged it away with his shoulder. A heavy and tired sigh was heard from him. "Not now dear."  He finally spoke in a tired and slightly agitated tone.

You rolled over, hugging one of your pillows as you drifted off into sleep. After a long, tense moment, Alastor's body relaxed slightly. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his usually vibrant eyes dimmed with exhaustion. You unconsciously move away from him. Alastor watches as you move away from him, curling up on the other side of the bed. He hesitates, then reaches out to touch your shoulder gently. He leaves his hand on your shoulder for a moment, his fingers softly tracing small circles on your skin. Then, with a sigh, he removes his hand and turns back around, facing the wall once more.

An hour passes in silence, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing and occasional snore, and Alastor's sporadic sighs. Finally, he seems to reach a breaking point, his exhaustion and stress overwhelming him. ​​He sits up abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he mutters under his breath. He gets out of bed and begins pacing around the room, his movements jerky and agitated. You are woken from your slumber by his heavy footsteps. You slowly sit up and look at him, “What are you doing…?” You ask in a half-asleep, groggy voice. 

Alastor stops pacing and turns to face you, his eyes wild and frustrated. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He just stands there, staring at you with a mixture of anger and desperation. "I can't... I can't do this anymore." Alastor’s breaths grow heavier. “What do you mean?” You ask anxiously. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. "This, us, this life. I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending everything is okay." His voice is low and strained, with dark undertones you don't dare to question. “Wait, is something wrong between us!?” You ask, starting to panic. 

Alastor looks up, his expression unreadable. He hesitates before speaking. "No, no, it's not you. It's…” He pauses, “everything else. The pressure, the secrets, the constant lies. It's all just become too much. I feel like I'm drowning, and I can't breathe." His breath hitches. “What secrets?” You ask suspiciously, blissfully unaware of the supposed ‘secrets’ he had been hiding. Alastor sighs heavily, rubbing his temples. "There are so many secrets, so many things I'm not telling you. Things I can't tell you. It's tearing me apart. I feel like I'm living a double life, and it's driving me crazy." As soon as he confesses, your mind can only think of one thing; He must be cheating. “Are you cheating on me?” You ask quietly. 

Alastor’s head snaps up, his eyes wide with shock and horror at your accusation. "No! God no, I would never. I could never." He reaches out to grab your hands, holding them tightly. "You have to believe me, I'm not cheating on you." He says, reassuring you. Alastor hesitates for a short few moments, torn between the desire to unburden himself and the need to protect you. He bites his lip, deliberating before speaking. "Promise me you won't tell anyone. Promise me you'll keep this a secret, no matter what." His eyes search yours, pleading.

“I promise.” Your voice filled with hope. If Alastor wasn't cheating, what else could he have done? Nothing too bad. He was a sweetheart. Alastor takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly. "I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just a charming, charismatic man. I've done things... terrible things.” He says. You scoff. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.” You say, your voice sugary sweet as you rub his back reassuringly. Alastor lets out a harsh, mirthless laugh. He turns to face you, taking your hands in his. He looks at you with such a deranged and daffy look in his eyes.  "It's that bad. It's worse. I've hurt people. I've killed people." Alastor starts to smile. A wide, psychotic smile. 

Your eyes widen in shock. You knew Alastor always had an eccentric personality—but this? You were expecting something minor, like tax fraud. You had never expected your charming husband to be a serial killer. You focus back into reality as he continues, his voice low and urgent. "It started as self-defense, then protection of others. But it spiraled out of control. The rush, the power... it became addictive." He squeezes your hands almost painfully. "I'm a monster, mon chéri.” Alastor says as if it's an accomplishment. 

“You- You’re the bayou butcher…?” Your breath hitches, praying your beloved husband will say it's all a joke, a sick twisted prank. You watch as Alastor searches your face, trying to gauge your reaction. “Yes.” He admits, laughing psychotically. He stands abruptly, moving away from you. His body is tense, ready to fight. "If you breathe a word of this, I'll have to..." Alastor slowly examines his knife in the moonlight.

“I know I did not marry a serial killer.” You laugh, still thinking this was some sick prank. After all, Alastor was always one for jokes…right…? There was no way.

He stares at you, his expression unreadable. He seems to be trying to decide whether you're joking or serious. "Mon amour, I'm not kidding. I've killed at least 50 people since I was 16. Et j'ai apprécié" His manic smile returns. Suddenly realization sinks in. Alastor is a killer. He isn’t joking. All of those innocent people who have gone missing over the past year…they were all Alastor—the man who you had called your husband for over three years. This was no good-natured chaff. This was all real. You pinch yourself to make sure this isn't a nightmare–but to your horror—it isn’t.

“You are a terrible person.” You say through gritted teeth. Alastor lets out a bitter laugh, "I fooled everyone.”  He looks at his knife, then at you, then puts the knife away. He sighs, rubbing his temples. "But I do love you, mon chéri. And that's why I'm going to have to get rid of you." He pulls out the knife again, his hand shaking slightly. "It's for the best." Alastor smiles wickedly. 

“What-? Wait Alastor! Please!” You beg as he brings the knife closer and pushes you into the soft mattress. He pauses, his hand trembling as he grips the knife tighter. "Mon ange...don't make this harder than it has to be. I don't want to hurt you." His eyes are filled with a conflicted, almost pained expression. "But I will if I have to." You know he’s lying. You know he will kill you, but you try to convince yourself otherwise. “You’re not serious.” You say, your voice quivering in fear. Alastor looks at you, his face contorted in a mix of anger and sadness. "I've never been more serious in my life.” It's too late. He has already decided your fate. “I'm sorry, darling. So sorry." He takes a step closer to you, the knife held out in front of him. "Close your eyes."

You decide it's too late to save him, so you might as well save yourself. You get up from the bed, and run past him, out the bedroom door. Alastor watches you run out of the room, a mix of confusion and anger on his face. "Darling come back! Don't be silly, mon chéri!" Alastor pinches the bridge of his nose. He throws the knife across the room in frustration, before chasing after you. "Y/N, STOP!" You keep running, through the kitchen and study, all the way to the front door. Alastor bursts into the hallway just in time to see you disappearing around the corner. "Shit!" He sprints after you, his heavy footfalls echoing through the house. "Y/N, I'm warning you! Stop running before someone gets hurt!" He yells, his voice booming across the kitchen.

You quickly get the front door open, the cold of the fall breeze seeming to bite at your cheeks. Alastor rounds the corner and sees you stepping out the front door. "Y/N, NO!" He lunges forward, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back into the house. He slams the door shut and locks it, trapping you both inside. He spins you around to face him, his hands gripping your arms tightly. "NO, Y/N! Listen to me!" His eyes are wild with a dangerous intensity. "I can't let you go. I won't." He leans in close, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. 

​Alastor pulls the knife from his pocket and holds it to your throat, his hand shaking slightly. "I'm sorry, ma chéri. But it has to be this way.”  He presses the blade harder against your throat, drawing a small bead of blood. “I have no other choice." You can sense the anger and malevolence in his voice. “Please Alastor!” Tears fill your eyes. His face contorts in pain, torn between his love for you and his twisted urges. "I'm so sorry, Darling.” His hand tightens around the hilt of the knife, his arm muscles flexing as he begins to pull it across your throat. "Forgive me…” You let out a scream as you choke on your own blood. Alastor watches, his face blank.

Your body goes limp in his arms, face wet with tears. Your neck, collarbone, and upper chest covered with blood. Alastor gently lowers your lifeless body to the ground. He kneels beside you, stroking your hair gently. "I'm so sorry, ma chéri. I never wanted to hurt you." He leans down and kisses your cold forehead, saying goodbye to your now lifeless corpse forever. 

Part Two

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

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I was going to give explanations for the videos I picked and why they fit each character, but I'm tired, and I want a nap, and I feel really under the weather, so y'all are just gonna have to use your inutions on this one. Some of you may disagree with my take on this prompt, and some of you won't, but I needed this out of my drafts so...yeahhh ❤️😌

This one is random , but I thought it’d be cute ❤️ I might add Vox and Adam to my regular prompt list.

[baxndaid]

human vox

x reader 📺⛽🎤

an ; request more vox pls i love him, most of this is just me yapping

The year was 1952 and you worked in the upcoming film and TV industry. While it was just a small job reading through scripts to find typos or getting coffee for the more important figures, it was a job nonetheless and you enjoyed it.

A new show had quickly skyrocketed in popularity since its debut, a game show where you would have to answer questions in order to win the, most likely branded, items. Something like a washing machine or a supply of toothpaste. If the producers felt generous that day however, the prizes would rise in value, the show once giving away a brand new sleek black Fiat 1900. While the simple yet new and exciting premise of the show might’ve drawn viewers in, the host of the show made them stay. He was charming and handsome, he always dressed the part with a dapper suit and his hair was always done perfectly. Whenever he spoke, it was like the whole stage brightened up a bit, at least, that’s what you thought. His stage name was Vox, you never really liked that name - too sharp and aggressive, you thought. His real name was Vince, and you liked it better, though you’d never tell him that. You hardly ever had any interactions with the man other than handing him the script that the sponsors wanted him to yap about. He was charming, and you liked him - unfortunately it was just a pipe dream. You didn’t bother chasing after him considering you were just a small time employee while he was the face of the whole show, thousands of American women had their eyes on him especially when they turned their black and white TVs on between 5-6PM.

Fortunately for you, the producers had caught a glimpse of you backstage and wanted to spice up the show a bit. It was getting boring, other than the host himself there was nobody else the audience could attach themselves to. So, naturally, the best idea would be to introduce a beautiful woman, who was smart and shy - the “role model” if you will. You fit the bill, and how could you say no? You would be beloved by every household for your wholesome nature, (and especially loved by all the men in unhappy marriages and liked looking at the young women on screen.) And if you won? you could keep the winnings.

And you would win, because the show was now rigged in your favor.

Simply put, they wanted to paint you as the underdog, the vulnerable lady who simply wanted a chance to make some money. So when you would answer every question, even the ridiculous ones, correctly, the audience would gasp in disbelief at your amazing hidden knowledge and then tune into the next episode to see more of you and Vox. The truth was, the only thing hidden was Vox sliding you the answers to each question onto your desk. It was genius, really, the producers seemed to love the idea and so did Vox. Anything for ratings. You were still a little apprehensive, but you couldn’t back down after already signing the contract.

After winning one episode and becoming around $10,000 richer, Vox strategically pulled you in for a hug and gave you a polite kiss on the cheek to congratulate you for your “victory” in front of the camera. He was an amazing actor, you thought as he said his goodbyes to the audience and the cameras stopped rolling. Maybe he should ditch this studio and try his luck in Hollywood.

Once the room was no longer focused on Vox, he turned to you, his smile less big and forced and a lot more casual, “That was your first taste of show business, how’d you find it? Pretty nifty eh?” He prodded you with his elbow gently.

“Yeah, it was um- different… to what I usually do.”

“Oh yeah, forgot you worked here prior.” He looked at you up and down as he pulled a cigarette and lighter out from his pocket, “Say, since you and I are going to be working with each other from now on, why don’t we blow this antsville and I’ll buy you a drink?”

As he waited for your answer he placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. You were surprised and albeit excited by his offer, but you decided not to go out drinking with a famous guy in the middle of the afternoon. Something something responsible adult.

"A drink? Oh, I don't know about that sir... It's rather late."

He scoffed and exhaled, a puff of smoke engulfed you as you coughed. "Don't be such a square." He looked at your face again whilst bringing the stick up to his lips once more, "And don't call me sir, makes me seem old. Call me Vince," He paused, "Or Vox, I don't really give a rats ass."

You nodded and took a small step away from him in a pathetic attempt to get away from the smoke. He smirked.

"I take it you don't smoke?"

You shook your head

"Look at you, I'm not surprised." He took another draw of his cigarette, "So, about that drink?"

You were going to be honest, you couldn't say no. He was so unbelievably pushy that it was practically impossible to turn him down without feeling like shit afterwards. He was THE Vox, America's beloved host! How dare you even think of saying no. So here you were, in his luxurious house, sat on his couch that probably cost more than your entire living room, and with a glass of expensive scotch in hand that he generously poured you.

He returned with his own glass and sat down next to you, laying his free arm behind your head. He took a sip, his gaze never leaving yours,

"You're a pretty thing, can't believe you haven't been casted already, or snatched up by some of the big dogs like Vogue." He said, a smile plastered on his face. "I think you and I will get along just fine."

_____

As he predicted, you and Vox did indeed get on well, normally chatting (gossiping) about who knows what in his dressing room after work. He had told you about his old job as a TV salesmen, and how he has this weird hatred for radios. Something about them being outdated and boring. You never understood. He learnt a lot about you too, your past relationships, your family, your favourite animals - you two grew close and he relished in the idea of getting even closer. The network had given you another job since you could only appear on Vox's show so many times. It was a higher paying job but not all that stressful since you now had someone to talk to about it.

The press had caught wind of your friendship and naturally began to speculate on it. You won his gameshow 3 times now, maybe you simply slept with him in order to get the answers? Maybe it was luck? Are you two truly just friends or are you dating? Or just putting on a show?

Vox loved it, he loved your flushed face whenever you'd read the title of a gossip paper involving you and your new friend, he loved touching you a little more intimately whenever you two were hanging out in public, and he especially enjoyed kissing your hand or cheek under the guise of being a gentleman in front of any fans that just so happened to meet them out and about. Luckily for you, these rumours went nowhere and remained as simple speculation. Did he want you? yes, he couldn't even deny it. You were funny and understanding, even when he wasn't in a good mood. You knew so much about him and he knew so much about you - the fact that you were gorgeous was just a plus. Additionally, you were fantastic for his public image; a darling little thing like you attached to his hip just fuelled his already massive ego since he loved showing you off. The only problem was - you were as dense as a brick. He often got a little frustrated since his flirtatious efforts were fruitless; you couldn't tell if he was being for real or just acting for publicities sake, so you opted on just ignoring his romantic (and sexual) remarks towards you.

And don't think for a second that you'll be getting a real soppy confession from him either. He would buy you expensive clothes and take you out to fancy dinners, he would hold your hand while you crossed the street together and he would cuss anybody out if they were pissing you off. His feelings for you would be confirmed by him sloppily kissing you on his desk one random afternoon after a few drinks and tears; maybe not the most romantic way to say "I love you" but it was close enough for him and close enough for you too.

[tune-on-in-folks]

Day Eight! I want to preface this with this: I had Somnophilia on my list with Vox in mind. Coincidentally @redfoxwritesstuff has also written a very wonderful fic for Vox with this prompt. Hers is called Late Meetings, so please go read hers and show her beautiful writing love!

I am vastly aware of the similarities between both fics: Vox, Somnophillia, and late nights/meetings, and the mention of notes! Though I attempted to make mine as different as I could. Great minds think alike! (Kit if it's too similar let me know. I'll gladly repost after a rewrite.)

Tags/Warnings: Human!Vox, marriage, dub-con, dubious consent, somnophilia, fem!reader, fem!receiving, fingering, p in v sex, soft sex Word Count: 1,962

Human!Vox X Reader

You often consider yourself the luckiest woman in the world. How could you not when your husband was Vox? You adored your husband, admired his work ethic, and appreciated the money he brought home. But there were some nights, much like tonight, where you wondered if he loved you as much as you loved him.

“Eight o’clock.” He promised before leaving that morning. He would be home by eight. Now it was eight thirty and you hadn't gotten even a call from him. Your dinner had long gone cold, not that you had much of an appetite anymore. Begrudgingly, you got up and started putting everything away.

When everything was put away you poured yourself a generous glass of wine. The minutes ticked by as you drank it, the clock in the hallway striking nine. You downed the rest of the wine, put the glass in the sink, and headed to bed. Typically you wrote a note to Vox before you went to bed, wishing him well, hoping his broadcast was good. Tonight you did no such thing, your heart sitting heavily in your chest. He could have at least called and told you he'd be home late. Instead you had gotten nothing, so in turn, he would get nothing.

Vox finally managed to get back to his office, his last meeting had run a little bit late. But he didn't think he was running all that late. He grabbed his suit jacket, pulling it on as the clock behind him struck the hour. He counted each chime, frowning when it hit eight. So he would be home a little later than expected. The clock chimed once more before falling silent. Vox’s eyes found the clock face, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach as it confirmed what he had just heard. Nine chimes, it was nine. He was in for a world of trouble when he got home, guilt already eating away at him. He was an hour late, and by the time he drove home, that'd be even more.

He got in about twenty minutes later, opening the door. The house he shared with you was dark. No lights on at all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he kicked off his shoes. After locking the door behind him, he headed towards the kitchen, expecting a note. When he found none waiting for him, his frown deepened. How upset were you with him that you hadn't even left him a note?

He looked forward to your notes, storing them all away in a shoebox kept under his side of the bed. Keepsakes, tokens of your love for him. If he hadn't been guilty before, he certainly was now. He headed towards the bedroom, shedding each layer of clothing as he went. He pushed open the door, pausing in the threshold of the bedroom he shared with you. You were fast asleep already. He didn't blame you, it was late and he had promised to be home over an hour ago. But he didn't like the idea that you had gone to bed angry with him. He entered the room fully, removing his shirt and pants. He sat down on the bed beside you, reaching out a hand to brush your hair out of your face. You moved at his light touch, a soft murmur escaping your lips.

“I'm home, babydoll.” He murmured, a frown on his face as he watched you roll over, turning your back to him.

The sight, though unintentional, hurt him. His hand brushed down your arm for a moment before he stood back up. He slipped off his socks and then his boxers. He wondered for a moment, if he should go sleep on the couch. Had he earned enough of your ire to warrant that? But more than anything, he wanted to have you in his arms. That desire won out over anything else. He headed towards the dresser, pulling out a new set of boxers and night pants. He slipped them both on, before he returned to the bed. That was when he noticed that you were laying on his side, and had been the entire time. He smiled at the realization, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face once again. It always seemed to fall into your face.

Vox slid into bed next to you, moving you enough to allow him to lay down comfortably. Upon sensing his presence, despite being asleep, you wrapped your arms around him. He smiled as you nuzzled against his chest. He rested his hand on your lower back, idly tracing his fingers up and down. You shifted again, the movement, paired with his idle strokes, had your nightgown riding up. Vox paused when his hand touched bare skin, a frown pulling at his lips. He shifted, his eyes roaming over your body in the dim light. You were wearing a nightgown, one of his favorites, and nothing else. The realization had his heart skipping a beat, his cock twitching to life. He shifted you off him, rolling onto his side to watch you as you slept. His eyes were drawn to your nightgown bunched around your waist, exposing your lower half to his hungry gaze. Vox reasoned that he might as well feel what he had missed out on before pulling your nightgown back down and going to bed. He moved his hand, his fingers slipping between your legs, teasing at your entrance. He bit his lip, finding that you were soaked.

“Fuck,” He whispered, not having expected you to be so wet. “I’m even more sorry for being late.”

A whine escaped your lips, your legs falling open as you ground yourself down against his hand. His fingers slipped inside you, his eyes widening as he sat up. He had every intent to pull his fingers out of you, not wanting to touch you without your express permission. But then his name was falling from your lips in a breathy moan, your hips grinding down. All resolve was flung out the window. Tentatively he began to move his fingers, pumping them in and out of you with practiced ease. Your head fell back, your legs spreading wider for him. Your breath was coming faster, your chest heaving as he slowly brought you closer to release.

“So beautiful for me.” He mummers, his other hand shoving down his night pants and boxers.

He kicked them from his frame, wrapping his hand around his length with a soft gasp. He began to pump himself in tune with every curl of his fingers pressing against that sweet spot inside you. The moans that fell from your lips were loud and lewd. Completely unashamed in your sleep and it was alluring. He felt your body tense beneath his touch, a loud moan gracing his ears in time with the way your walls squeezed around his fingers. Your release washed over you, your body quaking with the intensity of it. Your eyes fluttered open, post orgasmic bliss giving way to confusion.

“Vox?” You whispered, wiping away sleep from your eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, pulling his fingers from your dripping core. “Hey doll.”

You gasp at the feeling of his fingers slipping from you, your eyes catching on his hard cock. Which he hadn’t stopped pumping despite the fact that you had woken up. You swallow, your brows furrowing. You knew you should be upset that he had touched you without your permission. But instead, you felt weirdly loved and cherished.

“Did you have any intention on fucking me while I was asleep?” You ask softly, sitting up.

Guilt flashed through Vox, he finally removed his hand from his throbbing cock. “I’m sorry. None, I didn’t even mean to do this. I just…wanted to feel you, see what I missed.”

You hum, moving your hand to his cock. Vox gasped, his hips jerking at your touch.

“Doll?” He asked hesitantly, unsure of how you’d react, of what you were doing.

“Shut up for a moment.” You murmur. “I’m still deciding if I should be mad at you or not.”

He cracked a smile despite himself, cupping your cheek with his hand. You met his gaze, the room slightly illuminated by the moonlight spilling in from the windows.

“In my defense it was you rolling your hips down that started this. I had every intent to stop, to pull away.”

Another hum of acknowledgement, your eyes falling from his face to land on his cock again. The tip was leaking pre-cum and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were turned on. You shift forward, coming to straddle his lap. Your hand still on his cock, guiding him towards your entrance. You sank down onto his cock, moaning at the sensation of him filling you completely.

“Fuck.” Vox cursed, hips thrusting up into you as you slid down onto his length. “You’re not mad?”

You shake your head, hands resting against his shoulders as you began to slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Not in particular.”

“You didn’t leave me a note.” He murmured, his breath coming a bit quicker at the sensation of your tight walls clenching around his cock. “You always leave me a note.”

“You could have called me.” You mutter in reply, “I’d have liked a call.  You always call.”

He frowned, his hands resting against your hips, guiding you. His pace picked up, meeting you thrust for thrust.

“My meeting ran late, I had no way to know the time. I’m sorry.” His voice was full of genuine remorse and guilt. “I’ll make it up to you, my dear.”

The soft slaps of your bodies joining together over and over filled the room, his soft grunts mixing with your moans.

“You already are.” You whisper, your walls fluttering around his cock.

You were close to another orgasm, and by the twitching of his cock, Vox was close to his as well. He pulls you into a gentle kiss, his hips moving faster, chasing that release.

“I love you.” He murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss to your mouth. “I love you so, so much. I don’t deserve you.”

Vox shifts, his cock slipping deeper inside you. Each thrust had him rolling against your g-spot, his cock-head kissing against your cervix. Your walls fluttered around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your moans were getting louder, more breathless.

“Vox, please.” You whined, so close to your release.

He kept his steady pace, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He captured your mouth with his, swallowing your cries as you came. Your walls flexed around his cock, drawing him deeper.

“Oh fuck!” He growled, his hips stuttering as he came.

Hot ropes of cum splashed against your cervix, filling you to the brim with his seed. A whimper falls from your lips at the sensation, Vox slowing to a stop inside you. He shifts, laying down, taking you with him. The change in position makes you cry out, your body overly sensitive. You expected him to pull out of you, instead he remained buried balls deep inside you. His lips brushed over yours again.

“I love you.” He repeats softly, “So much. You’re my everything.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss slightly. Now that the two of you were laying down, exhaustion was dragging at you, threatening to pull you into sleep.

“I love you too, Vox.” You whisper, eyes closing as you rested against his chest. “You’re my entire world.”

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock buried deep inside you, knowing that you were loved.

You were indeed the luckiest woman in the world.

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart 

Cover done by @redvexillum

Human Alastor x married reader Rated Adult for adult themes,triggering content and sexual content. Potentially DD:DNE, mind the warnings Series Trigger Warnings: Adultery, stalking, Sexual assault, Rape, smut, Domestic Violence, Time period accurate views on women and domestic violence and skin color, murder

Summary: Fading away in an abusive marriage, each day passes just the same as the last. Painful monotony eats at you until a pair of warm brown eyes sparks the idea that you could have something more. When a business deal between men sparks a torrid affair, how long can you keep things going before the fire either leaves you a burnt out shell or burns up everything around you?

And what becomes of the radio host who thought he was above the fickle fires of the heart when the match he strikes burns his hand instead? Can he possess what rightfully belongs to another man without leaving everything he has fought for in ashes?

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59. 60

MisD Sidepieces: One shots or fics that take place in a MisD AU or are MisD canon but written by another.

Inappropriate Demeanor by @nyx-umbrakinesis (Canon placement, end of chapter 22)

Audio Chapters by Nyx Productions: Chapter 1: part 1 part 2, Chapter 2:  Part 1, part 2, part 3, chapter 3, Part 1, part 2, part 3, Chapter 4: Part 1, Part 2,  Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2, Chapter 6: Part 1, Part 2

For Eternity (Completed)

Banner by @redvexillum

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult Warnings: This fic contains sexual content, explorations of consent within Angel Dust's contract in relation to sex work, Sexual assault, Possessive and obsessive behaviors, Power dynamics, Adam being an ass, kidnapping, Vox is in hell for a reason, Val is in hell for a reason, Vox has a weird thing for Alastor, Angel Dust is sweet as pie, murder, revenge, implied sexual assault and harassment, miscarriage and death.

Summary: Isabel died young, leaving behind her husband to pick up the pieces. Finding herself in Heaven, she waits for her husband to join her. And waits. And waits. Years and decades pass as she faces the realization that Alastor may not be joining her in Heaven, leaving her largely alone in a realm of double standards and fake smiles.

She must decide if she is going to move on from her marriage or do whatever it takes to reunite with her husband. Would he even still want her? Would she survive the dangers to find him? Would the cost be worth what could be gained?

Is Heaven really Heaven if the one you love isn't there with you?

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Another day in Paradise (On hiatus)

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- light Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: Adult for eventual smut Content warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point? Religious trauma. reader has a name/is a oc.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

A Taste of Sugar

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult for smut TW: blood kink, bondage, reader with trauma from food insecurity Summary: As you work through the trauma of your life and starving to death, you dismantle your stash of snacks for what you hope will be the final time. Snack cakes, cookies and crackers are given to everyone around you, except one resident in the hotel whom you knew wouldn't enjoy or consume the treats. Then, as the flow of treats tricked to a stop, stash dismantled, small brown boxes containing treats began to appear at your door. Simple, delicious and seemingly homemade treats without so much as a note.

He watched and he waited, each week for your offer. Each week, no offer came and again he left his gift at your door. Why would you not think of him? Why would you not see him? What did he have to do for you to consider him?

Chapters: 1,  2 

Wild Flowers (One shot)

Alastor x readerRated: Adult, 18+ Content warnings: Sex pollen trope and related questionable consent due to intoxication, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, knotting, praise, dancing that shouldn't be that sexy, biting, a touch of blood drinking, female masterbation, some possessiveness, Alastor being a bit of an ass

Summary: You had always loved flowers, so when you found a patch of pretty purple wildflowers growing in the small forest behind the hotel, you didn't think twice about picking a small handful to bring back to your room. While they smelled lovely, you were wholly unprepared for the side effects of exposure or the repercussions of offering the terrifyingly handsome Radio Demon a smell on your way to your room.

With your body burning from the inside out with an overwhelming need and a displeased Radio Demon pushing his way into your room, you have no idea what you're in for.

All you wanted was to pick some flowers but you got so much more.

Audio version brought to you by @nyx-umbrakinesis,  Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6.

Steamy Situations 18+  (One shot)

Alastor x readerRated: Adults only Warnings: Smut. It's shower smut. Female bodied reader. Careful with your shower sex.

Summary: You're hot and bored and your husband is busy working. If only there was a way you could distract him, get some of his attention and cool off. Audio Fic credits: Read by the lovely @nyx-umbrakinesis (Audio fic part 1, part 2)

Read me to sleep? (One shot)

Alastor x readerRating: G Summary: After a long, shitty day out and about you drag yourself home to the hotel to seek shelter and comfort in the one place you knew you could find it.

Home is where the heart is (One shot fluff) 

Vox x Reader Rated: General Warnings: I accidently spilled a little angst on the fluff serving. Sorry?

Summary: You're cooking dinner when your secret boyfriend comes home. Caught up in the moment, confessions are made and hearts are put on the line.

A Bed of Electric FLowers (One Shot)

Header done in part by the wonderful, amazing, fantastical @redvexillum

Vox x ReaderRated: Adult CW: Sex pollen trope, sex toy use, female masterbation, Vox's glowstick dick, way too many tv details, Male receiving oral,

Summary: A unexpected floral arrangement is delivered to your door as you're trying to ignore the lingering absence of your flat faced boyfriend. When Vox returns home and finds you in a compromising position, he's eager to assist even without a clue as to what has you so worked up.

Sister Dearest (One shot)

Requested: Vox x Alastor’s!Sister!Reader rated: Adult

Summary: Sneaking out of the protection of the protection of your brother's district was dangerous. Not only did you risk Alastor's wrath, you risked catching the eye of some unsavory characters. While you could meet many friends upon the streets of the forbidden tech district, you find Vox and his alluring promises of a good time.He knew of your brother and seemed to hold no animosity, surely he was a friend to the Radio Demon, right? Surely you could trust his company, right?Right?

Power (One Shot)

Vox x Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Warnings: Porn without plot, Power dynamics, Secretary reader, Choking on dick, Office blowjob. 

Summary: Vox is wound tight after his on air showdown with the newly returned Alastor. The show must go on though and you have just what he needs to get into the right headspace to move forward. 

(None, for now)

(None, for now)

[jazzmasternot]

I feel bad for my future husband bc I just know ima be making him dress up as Alastor in bed. Ima be like

“cmon babe put on the red wig and pinstripe suit”

“Yes honey 😔”

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Rosie x Alastors wife reader!

A/n: hii! I hope this is good! I tried my best to fit in with her character

(Requested:shugar0cone)

-The first time you both met was through Alastor, obviously.

-You entered Cannibal town and it was actually pretty nice, just like Alastor had told you.

-And it was pretty peaceful, despite the cannibalism every now and then.

-Alastor brought you over to a nice, old style looking building, it kinda reminded you of Alastor’s style, which you loved.

-Instantly you notice a lovely woman also known as Rosie, the over lord and the owner of the cannibal colony.

-Alastor dragged you over to her, with a smiling face and waved over to her.

“Well well well, look who it is! Alastor my old pall”, Rosie exclaimed with a large smile as she walked over to you two. “It’s been ages deary, where have you been?”, She then looked over to you, and smiled, taking your hands. “Oh! And who’s this lovely dear?”

Alastor let out a chuckle, his smile never faltering. “This my dear, is my lovely wife, [name]!” You waved nervously at the cannibal overlord.

“Oh! I would have never guessed!” Rosie smiled, happy. “Now tell me dear, how did Alastor here score such a lovely lady like yourself?” She smiled, you smile back, you were about to speak up but she spoke first. “Oh why don’t you come have some tea with me dear? I would love to get to know you more!”

You smiled and nodded at her offer. “Alright then, thank you”. You and Rosie both left together, Rosie speaking to you, as Alastor was left to stand there alone.

-After that event you two have grown pretty close together. Having tea together or hosting small parties for friends were often on your schedule.

-You two definitely gossip together, a lot. You’re basically just two adult women with the minds of a middle schooler, gossiping about a lot of people, especially Susan.

-You both totally gossip a little about Alastor too. You’re his wife but it’s fun to talk about the weird or strange things he does to Rosie, resulting in Rosie using them against Alastor playfully later.

-You’re never jealous of Rosie and Alastor being close. It’s obvious their friends, and Rosie’s to sweet to actually get with a man that’s already taken, and Alastor would never cheat on you. He is a gentleman when it comes to his ladies.

-She will offer you limbs and parts of demons for you to eat, if you take them then eating demons for snacks would be something both of you eat on a daily basis together

-If not then she’ll respect your decision and will try her best to make food you actually will eat, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible during the times you hang out.

-Best girl to get help or advice from. She’s literally the best. No one can compete. She’ll sit and listen to any problems you have, whether it’s relationship problems with Alastor, or something different. She’ll give you the most genuine advice she could give you

-I’d like to think you both enjoy wearing matching outfits together. Just two best friends wearing stunning clothes. She’ll definitely try to get you into her style, and you most likely will.

-Overall she’s your perfect, sweet gossiping bestie

[6esiree]

𝟐.𝟑𝐊 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

(𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭)

Hey, y’all! So, I just wanted to say thank you to each and every one of you in a crazy little way for the amount of love and support you’ve shown me—and continue to show me—since April. If it weren’t for you guys, I probably would have gone insane a while ago. Seriously, y’all keep me happy with your lovely comments and creative tags you add to your reblogs 😭🫶

Anywho, this giveaway I had in mind is more of a contest because I have less time to write and whatnot. Plus, I’m sure some of y’all would just *love* to return the favor by writing a story for me! (I’m joking, LOL) I regret to inform y’all that there’s only one winner in this situation, but the prize is fantastic, especially for my fellow Alastor simps. I’m giving away a 8 x 10 streamily Alastor poster signed by Amir Talai himself, and it comes with a certificate of authentication, too!

So, if you’re interested, all you have to do is:

⊹ Follow me. I am celebrating my followers, after all!

⊹ Upload an original character x reader story to tumblr that’s at least 2.5k words long and tag me so I can see it. You’re free to surpass this amount! Oh, and if I find out it’s AI written you’re immediately disqualified from the contest.

⊹ I was going to say that it can be about any of the character’s I’ve expressed interest in on my blog, which includes Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, and Adam, but honestly, I recommend you write for Alastor, Human Alastor, or Vox. I love them to bits :P

⊹ It can be fluff, smut, or angst—I do not mind. I’m not really picky about what I read, but if anybody would like to know, I’m a freak who loves tropes and x Gen Z reader stuff.

⊹ I ask of you to not write anything too graphic, though, like gore, vomit, or scat. (If I think of anything else, I’ll add it to this list)

Important: If you have any questions or want to make sure if what you had in mind is okay with me, you’re more than welcome to ask! Also, you have approximately 2 weeks to write your fic. I have a lot on my plate and I’m sure lots of y’all do as well, so I don’t want anyone who decides to join to rush themselves!

The Deadline to upload your fic is 11/21/24!

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Out of Darkness - Chapter Six: The Beginning of the End - Alastor x human!fem!reader

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I haven't checked it, so if there are any mistakes (of any kind), I apologise and I'll check everything again later today. Also, I’m unsure if the assistant’s name is actually Papermint—it's a detail I might have picked up somewhere and now find myself stuck with. I wanted to let you know that I’ll be away for about a week and won’t be able to post during that time. There’s a chance I might manage to write and share the NSFW continuation tomorrow if I have time, but I can't make any promises. I hope you enjoy this chapter in the meantime, dearies <3

Words: ~3120

TW: cursing

It’s been a year since Alastor’s sudden disappearance from Hell, his broadcasts failing from making sinners shiver in fear upon hearing them. The silence left everyone wondering where he could be, not a single possible scenario making people feel safe – if he died, who dared to kill him? If he didn’t die, what was he plotting? People were afraid of sharing their theories, every shadow feeling like a little spy, ready to tell Alastor who dares to talk behind his. All people except one…

            “It’s been nearly a year since that old-timey prick vanished!” Vox’s voice thundered through Pentagram City, brimming with derision. His broadcasts had become a daily reminder of Alastor’s absence, taunting and mocking the fear he once inspired. “Is he dead? Is he hiding? Who gives a fuck?!” His laughter, a sharp, jagged sound, reverberated through the streets. Vox relished in his rival’s silence, finding a twisted pleasure in the void left behind.

            The Overlords, however, were far from pleased with Vox’s indiscretions. Though they rarely voiced their concerns, the underlying fear of Alastor’s potential return kept them in check. They understood that Alastor’s influence had been a stabilizing force, and with him possibly gone for good, they dreaded the chaos that could ensue if their grip on power faltered.

            “Darling, would you please close the door?” Rosie asked one of her clients, an annoyed look on her face. “I wish that good-for-nothing demon would just shut up…” she said harshly.

            “Are you alright, dear Rosie?” a woman asked, making her sigh.

            “Oh, yes, honey… I can’t help but wonder just like the others what happened to dear Alastor…” she faked a little laugh, arranging the shelves in the emporium. She quickly turned to the door, hearing people screaming outside. Everyone rushed to see what was happening, Rosie making her way through the curious people.

            “I saw him!” a trembling demon cried out, drawing a wide circle of frightened onlookers. His appearance was a grotesque sight—his flesh was torn, blood oozing from fresh, gaping wounds. His eyes, wild and frantic, darted among the crowd. “Alastor’s alive!” he shrieked, his voice a raw edge of terror. Gasps of shock spread through the crowd, some fleeing in panic. “He’s in the human world! And he’s powerful! He’s going to destroy us all!” His dire warning sent waves of fear through the masses.

            Everyone looked in shock.

            “How do you know?” someone from the crowd shouted.

            “I just returned! I was about to die at the hands of human priests, but I saw him! I swear it was him!”

            Rosie looked at him, her eyes wide in shock. Alastor was alive. But if he was so strong, why didn’t he return? She looked at the crowd and spotted one of Vox’s assistants, a sense of worry flashing over her… This was not going to be good.

            As expected, later that day, Vox demanded the Overlords to hold a meeting. Without much of a choice, they all gathered, curious of what Vox wanted to say.

            “Good evening, fellas!” Vox said a wide grin on his face. Valentino was sitting next to him, a smirk on his face as he already knew what the meeting was going to be about. Behind them stood two assistants, trembling, and holding some pieces of paper. “I bet you’ve all heard the shocking news, right?”

            “Yes, Vox… You broadcasted that psycho all over Pentagram City…” Carmilla said, her eye twitching in annoyance. “If this is going to be about Alastor again…”

            “No, no… I mean, yes. But this time is important!” Vox declared. The other Overlords looked at Vox with curiosity as he talked… everyone was eager to know what this ‘important’ thing was that Vox wanted to tell them about. But Carmilla seemed to know what the meeting was going to be about already, the look on her face clearly telling that she really didn’t want to be there right now, that she was annoyed and impatient… Carmilla knew that he lived for the attention, but she didn't care all that much about it. If he left her and her business alone, he could say or do what he wanted.

            “My assistant here managed to talk to the demon from earlier and he has some… information.” Vox continued, his smile never leaving his face. “Papermint! Go on!”

            The little demon came a little closer, his whole body trembling. Valentino shot the demon a menacing look, as Vox became more and more impatient.

            “Stop shaking like a scared animal and get on with it,” Valentino muttered with a roll of his eyes.

            Carmilla rolled her eyes again, barely paying attention to the assistant's shaking. She had to admit that even though Valentino and Vox were both pompous, obnoxious, and arrogant, at least Valentino was a lot more direct and to the point than his partner. Vox always seemed to waste everyone's time with his grand entrances.

            She let out an impatient sigh. "Can we get on with this, please? I have actual business to attend to."

            The little demon gulped and tried to gather some courage, his nervous fingers trying to flip over the sheet of paper. He glanced at Vox, who was giving him a cold stare that screamed “I’ll make your life a living hell if you continue this way.” The little demon looked back at the paper, quickly flipping it to the other side. “Yes! Uh… So, I talked to the demon… And apparently, Alastor was in his human form and he didn’t seem weakened at all.”

            “See?” Vox said, waiting for a reaction from the others. “You know what this means?”

            "No, pray tell." A rather snide voice chimed in. Carmilla did not have the time for Vox and to be frank he irritated her to no end. She leaned forward on the stand, giving Vox a pointed stare. To say she disapproved of this little meeting would be the understatement of the year.

            “It means that we can all go back! We can get strong there! Conquer the human world!” Vox said, Valentino, chuckling quietly behind him.

            “You’re insane, Vox. Plain and simple insane.” Carmilla scoffed with an eye roll.

            Zestial took one look at Vox and chuckled. This was going to be an interesting conversation it seemed.  "What makes you think you are going to conquer anything but a grave?!" Zestial shouted at the sinner. "The human world is full of priests and hunters that will kill all of us before we regain our strength.”

            “Oh, come on!” Vox shouted. “The prick did it! Why can’t we do it?”

            “We don’t even know if it was him!” Rosie said and Vox angrily looked at his assistant, signaling him to continue reading.

            “Uhm, the man said… ‘it smelled like death and suffering and he threatened a human he’ll destroy his soul’.” All the Overlords stopped for a moment.

            “It does sound like him…” another one admitted.

            “I agree with Vox.” Everyone looked towards the cat overlord. “Besides, the human world would mean more souls for us,” Husk said a sly smile on his face.

            “See?!” Vox said, exasperation in his voice.

            “No. We cannot risk it. The meeting is over.” Carmilla decided and got up, followed by the other overlords.

            “Fuck you all! You’re all pussies! Cowards!” Vox shouted at them as he stormed out of the room, followed by Valentino and Papermint. But his other assistant noticed Carmilla and Zestial leaving together and decided to follow them.

            “Don’t be so angry, dear friend…” Zestial told Carmilla. “They will never be able to do it.”

            Carmilla sighed, looking out the window. “They can’t find out, Zestial… If they know portals can be opened by us-“she started, but quickly stopped, feeling a presence around her. “We’ll talk later…” she said, and the two demons parted ways. The little assistant ran as fast as he could. He had to tell Vox and the thought of a raise filled his mind.

            Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed him, and a horrible pain struck through his body, making him scream in agony as darkness embraced him.

            The door of (y/n)’s apartment opened forcefully. She entered with a wide smile on her face, Alastor following quickly, his arms full of bags and boxes. He closed the door behind him with his foot, his gaze never leaving the girl.

            “Your friends surely brought a lot of gifts.” He said, placing them on the coffee table in the living room. (Y/n) came closer to him, a smirk on her face. “What?” Alastor asked, his smile never leaving.

            “You did it!” she said accusingly.

            "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, my dear," he said innocently, trying to feign ignorance.

            “The surprise party?! Oh come on, you can’t lie to me!”

            “What? You are accusing me of things I have never even thought about, darling!” he laughed. (Y/n) tried to hug him but stopped, looking up at him for approval. “Go ahead, my dear. I won't bite," he said, his usual smirk still in place. (Y/n) hugged him, a shiver running down his spine. He started getting accustomed to her being touchy with him, but it still made his brain freeze for a moment whenever she would do it.

            “Thank you…” she said, her voice soft and full of adoration. She looked up at him. “Aren’t you mad we didn’t spend my 23rd birthday together as planned?”

            Alastor chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to her hips as she looked up at him. “Oh, darling, the night is still young.” He assured her.

            "It was the best gift, Al." Alastor's smile widened a hint of warmth in his eyes. He relished the genuine happiness in her voice, it was a soothing sound to him.

            "Anything for you, my dear," he said softly, gently pulling her closer to him. "Besides... it's not the last gift for tonight."

            (Y/n)’s eyes became wider at the statement. “What else is there?” She asked, caressing his cheek with one hand.

            "Now, now. Telling you would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Alastor leaned in, pulling one of her rings out of his pocket.

            “My ring!” She said excitedly. “I’ve been looking for it for one week!”

            “I know, darling. I needed it for something.”

            She raised a brow. "What for?" Alastor's eyes sparkled with a hint of mystery as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

            "I needed it to measure something... But you don’t need to worry, really." he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

            "No, no. You have to tell me now!" she smiled at him, excited to find out what he needed it for.  Alastor chuckled again, admiring the curiosity sparking in her eyes. He enjoyed the small moments like this, teasing and bantering with her.

            "You're not going to rest until you find out, are you?" he asked, a smirk on his face.  Alastor sighed dramatically, pretending to be annoyed, but his smile betrayed him. He loved seeing her this excited.

            "Fine, I suppose I can tell you." he relented. "But you have to close your eyes first." (Y/n) did as told, not being able to hold back her giggling. "Okay, now stay still and keep those pretty eyes closed, my dear," he said his voice soft and smooth. Alastor walked behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist from the back. "Just a moment, darling," he whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. He reached into his pocket, retrieving an object she couldn't see. The item was small but very valuable to him. He held it gently in his hand, before slowly bringing it up in front of her. "You can open your eyes now," he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation and affection. She opened her eyes, a golden ring in front of her. The ring's band was crafted from polished silver, its surface gleaming with a mirror-like finish that caught the light beautifully. At the centre of the ring was a single, mesmerizing stone—a deep, vibrant red that sparkled like a firework in the dusk. The red gemstone was cut into a perfect oval, its facets catching the light and sending out flashes of crimson and scarlet. It seemed to hold a fiery intensity as if a piece of sunset had been captured and set within the ring.

            “Alastor… what is this?” she asked, not sure what to expect.

            Alastor's eyes never left her face, gauging her reaction. "It's a symbol. A promise," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "A promise to always be by your side, to protect and cherish you... to love you." (y/n) looked away from the ring and turned to him. She looked down, fidgeting with his vest, her heartbeat increasing dramatically.

            "What are you saying, Al?" she asked.

            Alastor cupped her face in his hands, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His expression was serious, his eyes fixed on hers, holding a mixture of passion and tenderness.

            "I'm not saying anything, my dearest," he murmured, his voice soft and velvety. "I'm asking you something.” He took a deep breath, his heart beating faster than he thought possible. "Will you spend eternity with me, darling?"

            (Y/n) looked at him, a smile creeping on her face, but slowly faltering. She took his hands in hers. "Al, are you sure? It's only been a year... What if it's not what... you want?"

            Alastor's expression softened at her question, his heart melting at her concern for his happiness. He caressed her hands gently, his touch filled with reassurance. "My love, time is just a mere measure," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "And I'm certain that there is nothing in the world I want more than spending my eternity with you by my side." (Y/n) smiled at his words, tears in her eyes.

            "Then I want this too, Alastor..."

            Alastor's smile widened, relief flooding his heart. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her like a protective shield. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of happiness and gratitude. "You have no idea what this means to me, darling."

            The demon woke up after what seemed like an eternity, his body aching with every movement. He was surrounded by trash, cold engulfing him.

            “What the fuck…?” he asked himself, looking around. He scratched his head, but realization quickly hit him. With disgust, he realized he was back in his human form. “Ah, fucking shit…” he whispered. He entered a portal by mistake and returned to the human world.

            The demon stood up, trying his best to find balance, a strong smell invading his nose: death and agony. He opened his eyes wide – Alastor was close. A sense of fear engulfed him, but then an idea popped into his mind. If he found Alastor and gathered information, it was just a matter of time until he could return to Hell. And Vox will promote him. A mischievous grin appeared on his face and for a moment he seemed to forget about the pain too.

            He followed the smell, hiding in every shadow. He couldn’t risk being seen by a human or worse… by Alastor. By no means he could protect himself in this state.

            With slow steps, he entered a building, the smell guiding him to a door. Adrenaline pumped his veins as he knocked on the big wooden door. His feet were burning, ready to run if Alastor opened the door but to his surprise, he didn’t. Instead, (y/n) appeared in the doorframe, the human scent intoxicating the demon.

            “Oh, well, hello miss.” He said, looking at her, a sly smile on his face. (Y/n) looked at the demon, disguised as a human. He looked scrawny, with white dirty hair covering his forehead. She gagged at the smell of trash and slammed the door shut in his face. The man started pounding on the door. “Open up you little bitch! I’m gonna-“

            The door opened once again, and the man jumped back at the sight. Alastor stood in the doorway, a wide smile on his face as he slowly closed the door behind him, stepping towards the demon.

            “Well, well, well… Look what we have here…” The lights started flickering as Alastor’s human form began to disappear. His eyes were glowing red, in the form of radio dials and his body towered over the demon, sharp teeth making him shiver in fear. “Now who exactly do you think you’re calling a ‘bitch’?”

            “Al… Alastor… I’m…” the demon started, his voice trembling. “Please don’t kill me!” he begged.

            “Now, tell me – Why wouldn’t I?”

            “I know something! Something that might interest you!” the demon shouted.

            “Hmm… Interesting… And what would that be?” Alastor said, his interest growing for a bit.

            “I can tell you like it here… What about that: I tell you how to open portals to this world anytime you want so you can leave and come back… And you let me live!” Alastor came closer to him, thinking about it.

            “And how exactly can one do such things?”

            “I… I don’t know…” The demon admitted, making Alastor growl angrily. “But I can find out! I’ve heard Carmilla and Zestial talk about it.”

            Alastor’s form shrank, his gaze still fixed on the demon. “Agreed. We have a deal,” Alastor said, his tone cold and calculating. “But remember, this must remain confidential. If I discover you’ve leaked any information…” He let the threat hang in the air, his gaze unwavering and menacing.

            “I won’t!” the demon assured him. “There’s one more thing… I need you to open a portal for me to go back. I am too weak to do so.”

            Alastor extended his hand, green flames burning around it. “Fine…” he said, waiting for a name.

            “Zariah.”

            “Well done, Zariah. You’ve got yourself a deal.” The two shook their hands and Alastor’s human form returned. “Now, meet me here tomorrow morning and I’ll open that portal for you… if you survive the night, of course…” Alastor finished, returning to the apartment laughing, as Zariah returned to the shadows of the night.

            “Al? Are you ok?” (Y/n) ran to him as he entered the door, inspecting him.

            “I’m fine, dear.”

“What did he want?”

“Ah, you know how these junkies are…” Alastor said and kissed her forehead. “I think he got the idea…”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Now, where were we…?”

Tags: @sirens-and-moonflowers, @ratsematary, @xalygatorx, @princessvampxx

Go to: NSFW Part (Ch. 6.5), Chapter Seven

[voxslays]

The Party

Featuring >>> Human! Alastor x Reader; In which Alastor and Reader are forced into an arranged marriage, but slowly start to care for eachother…or do they?

“Your father wants us to attend his dinner party tomorrow evening.” You tell your husband as he walks through the door. You and Alastor had gotten married as soon as you turned eighteen, your father’s telling you it was to strengthen the bond between your two families. What a joke. You had gotten married a month after getting engaged, and while you pretended to be a lovey dovey couple in public, you were anything but that in private.

Alastor nods, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before turning to retrieve a glass from the cabinet. “Yes, I received the invitation earlier. It seems our parents are eager to showcase their perfect children to the nobility.” You scoff. “What a joke.” He pours a generous helping of wine into his glass and brings it to his lips, a small smirk playing on them as he notices your disdain. “Indeed.” He agrees, taking a sip. He then looks at you, the smirk fading. “But it is what we must endure for now.” You sigh. “Once we have an ‘heir’ we can divorce and stop pretending.”

“Yes, that's the plan.” He agrees, looking at the wall behind you. “We'll do our part in the bedroom and once that's done,” He sips his wine. “We’ll go our separate ways.” You smile lightheartedly. “Sounds good to me.” Alastor sets his glass down and approaches you, his eyes cold and calculating as he looks at you. “Good. Because I have no intention of staying in this marriage any longer than necessary. And if that means faking affection and love in front of our parents and the rest of society, then so be it.”

You laugh. Alastor raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he looks at you. “What's so funny?” He asks, his tone dry and cold. “The absurdity of our situation? Or perhaps the fact that we're both playing a role in this charade?” He steps closer, his voice lowering. “I’d say both.” Alastor smirks. “Well, let's just say our performance has been quite convincing thus far.” He remarks, his breath fanning across your face. “Don't you think?” His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Everyone seems to buy that we're deeply in love.” 

“Thanks to you.” He smirks, his fingers trailing down your neck. “Well, I am an excellent actor. And you're not so bad yourself.” He leans in closer, his voice barely a whisper. “But don't think for a moment that I've forgotten why we're really here.” You sigh. “Ugh. It’s so pitiful.” Alastor pulls back, his face unreadable. “What is?” He asks, his voice flat. “The fact that we're married for convenience? Or the fact that we have to pretend to care for each other?” He turns away, walking back to the couch to retrieve his coat.

“All of the above.” You raise your wineglass. He throws his coat over his shoulder, his movements sharp and precise. “Well, then let's continue this farce. After all, we have an image to maintain.” He walks past you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he heads to the bedroom. “I'm going to take a shower.” You follow him into the bedroom and walk into your large walk-in closet. He stops at the doorway, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “Don't forget to put on a smile. We have dinner with our parents tonight, and I expect to see the loving husband and wife act.” He closes the door behind him, leaving you all alone in the closet. 

“Oh well of course Mr. Heartfelt!” You shout, knowing he will hear you through the closed door. You slide on your navy blue ballgown, which perfectly fits the theme of Alastor’s parents’ party. You can hear the shower turn on, the water hissing as it hits the tiled floors. “I heard that.” He calls out, his voice carrying over the water. As you start to put on your dress, you hear him whistle, clearly enjoying his shower. Alastor peaks his head out of the shower. “But for the record,” He shouts over the water. “I must admit, you're not so bad to look at.” He flirts. 

“I could say the same myself!” You shout over the water as you do some minor makeup and put on jewelry. He laughs, the sound echoing through the bathroom. “Oh, please do. I'd love to hear it.” He finishes his shower and steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walks into the bedroom, his hair damp and his face freshly shaven. “I'm not that kind.” You say as you tighten your corset. He picks out a tie, examining it in the mirror as he knots it. “Oh, come now. We're married, after all. You must have some opinion about me.” He turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Don't hold back. Tell me the truth.”

“You’re good looking and charming. But I feel nothing for you.” You grimace as you tell him your feelings with brutal honesty. Or is that just the feeling of your tightened corset? Alastor chuckles darkly, turning to face you fully. “Well, that's honest at least. And quite accurate, I might add.” He buttons his shirt, his fingers deftly working the cuffs. “Because I feel nothing for you either.” 

“Awww.” You say sarcastically, feigning a sweet tone. ​​Alastor slips on his suit jacket, adjusting the lapels with a critical eye. “Mock all you want. It changes nothing.” He picks up his watch, buckling it around his wrist. “Shall we go? Our parents are expecting us.” You flatten out your lacey blue ballgown and put on your white gloves, fixing your diamond and pearl encrusted necklace one more time, before finally putting on your earrings. “Now I am.” Alastor offers you his arm, a small smile playing on his lips. “You look…quite presentable.” He remarks, his gaze sweeping over you approvingly. “Let’s go pretend to be in love.”

He leads you to the car, opening the door for you gallantly. As he slides into the driver's seat of his Ford Model T, he casts you a sidelong glance. “Remember, darling. Smiles and hand-holding. We're supposed to be madly in love.” You scoff. “Oh yes! Of course!” He starts the car, the engine rumbling to life. “Sarcasm doesn't become you. Try to at least pretend you're enjoying this farce we call a marriage.” He pulls out onto the street, his hands steady on the wheel. “Our parents expect a certain image.” 

You look outside as he drives through the countryside, seeing the gorgeous beauty of the autumn evening. The falling leaves, the smell of pumpkins, apple orchards. Before you know it, you’ve arrived at the Heartfelt estate. Alastor parks the car outside the grand estate, helping you out and escorting you up the steps. “Remember, darling. Be charming, be witty, be loving.” He opens the door, ushering you inside where their parents await. “And for goodness' sake, don't make a scene.”

The two of you make your grand entrance, arms looped together. You walk to the bottom of the grand staircase and stand by your husband as he socializes with the other guests. Alastor stands tall and proud beside you, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back. He engages in polite conversation with the other guests, his voice smooth and confident. "Yes, the stock market has been quite favorable this year..." You don’t pay much attention to the conversations, instead thinking of what life could’ve been had you not been married off. “...Oh yes. Radio is the best medium to express oneself…” You notice an attractive, tall, dark haired man sitting by the refreshments and make your way over to him. Ignoring your husband.

Alastor notices you wandering away and quickly excuses himself from the conversation. He catches up to you before you reach the refreshments, his hand gripping your arm firmly. "Where do you think you're going?" He hisses under his breath, his smile never wavering for the other guests. "We're supposed to be together, remember?" You roll your eyes. “I’m not causing a scene. Go back to your conversation.” You motion for him to leave. His grip tightens warningly. "Don't test me right now." He growls low, his eyes glinting dangerously. "Smile, nod, and stay by my side. That's all you have to do."

“I was just thirsty. I’ll be back in a few. I won’t do anything I promise.” You look into his eyes, silently begging him. He sighs, his patience wearing thin. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." He releases your arm and returns to the conversation, leaving you to your own devices. He keeps a watchful eye on you from across the room, his expression stern. "Three minutes." He points to his watch.

Three minutes must have gone by fast as Alastor watches as you engage with the man, his jaw clenching slightly. After what he deems to be an appropriate amount of time, he excuses himself once again and approaches you with a charming smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Darling, there you are." You give your husband a deep scowl. Alastor’s smile twitches. "Excuse us for a moment, will you?" He takes your arm firmly, pulling you away from the man and steering you towards a private balcony. "What do you think you're doing?"

“What!?” You ask, annoyed. He pushes you against the stone balustrade, his hands gripping either side of you, caging you in. "Flirting with another man at our parents' gala? Really?" His voice is low, dangerous. "You're my wife." He berated. ​​“So? This is an arranged marriage. Nobody said either of us had to be faithful!” You declaim angrily. Alastor’s eyes flash with anger, but he keeps his tone even. "Arranged or not, you're still my wife. And you will behave accordingly." He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You forget yourself. Remind me to have a word with your father later." 

You scoff. His expression darkens, his eyes narrowing menacingly. "You think this is a joke?" He pauses, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone. "Very well. You've left me no choice." He leans in, pressing his lips firmly to yours in a hard, punishing kiss. Alastor pulls back, his chest heaving with suppressed anger. "You are mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?" He demands harshly, his hands gripping your arms tightly. "And if I catch you flirting with another man again, there will be consequences."

“No matter-” You are interrupted by Alastor as he releases one of your arms, bringing his hand up to grasp your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. “Don't push me, my dear. Because I assure you, you won’t like what happens.

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Sorry if I've been the one filling up your inbox and it's annoying and my requests don't make sense but could you do a Valentino's daughter where shes m0lested by her teacher sorry if it's to dark or anything but I would really love to see this in your style love your work and style thank you (and reader is like 17-18)

Hi there,

This is a very real and intense traumatic experience that so many people have been through. I don’t write explicit scenes involving minor characters, and with my lack of personal experience within this topic, writing anything as such isn’t something I’m confident or comfortable doing. That being said, I didn’t want to not honor your request, so I tweaked it slightly to make it Valentino’s reaction to his daughter’s horrific ordeal. I hope that my writing justifies the trauma that reader has gone through and perhaps helps someone, somewhere find healing. 

<3 Mandy 

Valentino couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about the way his daughter had been acting lately just felt off. 

“She’s just growing up, Val,” Velvette reassured him over coffee one morning. “She’s a senior in high school. Probably worried about college. Didn’t you say she was thinking about going up to Ozzie’s territory? Or Mammon’s? That’s a pretty big jump from here.” 

“Not to mention quite a long way from her family,” Vox added. “Add in the stress of senior year? No wonder she seems a little bit more tired than usual.”

Still, despite their reassurances, Valentino couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. It didn’t take him long to decide that he would get to the bottom of this, one way or another. A conversation definitely seemed warranted- light prodding, just to assure her someone was here if she needed to vent. Make sure she knew she was loved, and had support around her. 

And to start, he decided, he would pick her up from practice himself that night. 

Signing into the highschool wasn’t technically necessary- after all, he and the other V’s owned the building in which he stood. But he wouldn’t brush aside the safety protocols. After all, they were in place for a reason. He made his way down the hallway towards the gym, pausing when he watched a plethora of laughing girls emerge from the locker room. He recognized several of them as her teammates. 

“Excuse me, ladies. Have you seen my daughter, ehm, reader?” He asked.

He wasn’t expecting the uncomfortable silence that greeted him. Several of them looked away. An odd feeling settled in his gut and his eyes met the eyes of the girl he knew reader considered her best friend. 

“Readers Best Friend, where is she?” He asked softly. 

“Mr. Cavallero’s room,” she muttered. “ It’s her turn. You might not want to….”

Valentino didn’t wait for her to finish. One of the perks of owning the school- he knew each room, each teacher and the layout of the building like the back of his hand. As Valentino silently rushed his way towards the classroom, that bad feeling in his gut solidified. 

Half dressed. Eyes glazed over. Apologies. Daddy, I’m sorry. His jacket, wrapped around her bare shoulders. The scene blurred together as Valentino’s anger took over. He grabbed the so called teacher by his neck and slammed him against the wall. 

“Baby. Go call Uncle Vox and tell him to come pick you up. Right now.” 

To him, his voice sounded calm. But as soon as his daughter left, he unleashed the fury reserved only for the worst offenders. By the time Vox arrived, there was nothing left- no trace that such a teacher had ever been in existence. Slowly, he took a drag from his cigarette and stared at the disheveled desk before shifting through the papers. 

Minors. The son of a bitch was going after girls he had no business touching. Valentino’s lip curled in disgust. Even he, as the overlord of lust and depravity, ensures that no child would ever cross paths in his studio. No being would participate in his lucrative business until they were of age, able to understand and consent to what he was offering. He could feel his blood boil and suddenly, an eerie calm washed over him. 

“I want every data point on this creature,” Valentino said to the open room. “I want every girl on that team to speak to someone, and I want to ensure that whoever hired him loses their job, and whoever hired that person also loses their job.” He lifted the cigarette to his lips, “and I want every single classroom, corner and crevice in this school and all the others to be equipped with cameras. And a team hired to monitor them.”

“Val, are you…” 

Valentino ignored him as he turned and walked out of the room. “Where is my daughter?” 

“She went home with Velvette, Valentino, what did you do?”

Valentino exhaled a cloud of red smoke as he walked out the front door of the building. “I eliminated a problem, Vox.”

Vox stared at him as understanding washed over him. His fingers flew over his phone and in seconds, there would be no consequences for Valentino’s actions. There would be no court case, no trial, no follow up and dramatic, made for tv rehashing of the trauma these girls had gone through. With the existence of that monster gone, the beings he had hurt would be able to get the help they would need to continue on with their lives. 

Vox  followed him out the door and got into the limo next to him. A quick ride later, and Valentino extinguished his cigarette just before he walked into their flat. 

“Daddy, I’m so sorry,” her words echoed as he made his way down to her bedroom. He felt his anger begin to rise and he took a deep breath before he knocked on the door. 

“Bebita?” he asked softly as he surveyed the room. 

His daughter, curled up and crying as Velvette sat next to her. Velvette looked at him and he made his way across the room. 

“Daddy, I…”

“You have no reason to apologize and I need no explanation,” Valentino replied calmly. “Let me be very clear, mi amore. I am not angry, I am not upset, and I do not blame you. But I do need to know if you’re physically hurt.”

To his relief, she shook her head no. 

“Good. We can talk in your own time, when you’re ready but for now…for now baby, know that I will protect you..” Valentino reached out, an offering of his arms. To his relief, she wrapped her arms around him and he held her in a hug. 

“No one will ever hurt you like that again,” he said softly. “I promise.”