#that's me but with masculine Alastor

[allastoredeer]

I don't think people are over-feminizing him, I think fandom people tend to over-masculinize him honestly. Let's be real, he is canonically feminine/gender neutral in appearance and manner in the show whether people like it or not (and being/looking feminine doesn't mean he can't be a top for the people who prefer top Alastor). He's not a hunky looking guy and doesn't act like a suave masculine king, he's a bizarre twink who does wrist flicks, eats rotting carcasses off the ground, and breaks his own bones just to freak people out and I like when fanart reflects his canonical appearance/behavior

Agreed.

Alastor has masculine vibes for sure, he's got that ✨range✨ but I agree that is is typically more feminine/gender neutral overall. Honestly, I think I might actually like top Alastor if he were more feminine/gender neutral.

I've seen some Radiostatic fanart with Alastor topping while still being portrayed like his show-self, and I was so into it. There is now one ship where I can see Alastor topping, and that is with Alastor/Vox.

RadioStatic does it again!

And you're so very right, Anon. Being feminine/gender neutral doesn't mean he still can't be a top for those who prefer top Alastor. He can be a Dom. He can rail Lucifer within an inch of his life. Not every top has to be a big, muscley, manly masculine alpha dude. I'm allergic to big, muscley, manly masculine alpha dudes. If they get too close I break out in hives.

BUT, I do understand that people like big, muscley, manly masculine alpha dudes who top. It wouldn't be such a popular trope otherwise. And fandom is the place for tropes and escapism and playing around with characters, and on and so forth, you know the spiel.

Siiiigh. I just wish my boi wasn't hit so hard with the alpha man mallet. Can't you see he's I'm suffering

Alastor's such a bizzare guy. I love it when he breaks his own bones to unnerve people. I like it when people write and draw him as a little freak. I need to write and draw him as more of a little freak.

Suave, masculine gentleman Alastor is my sleep paralysis demon.

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Characters as things I've said/heard people say

Lucifer: *gazing longingly* Ughhh I want that duck umbrella so bad but I would never use it because umbrellas are for the weak or romantic and I am neither

Alastor: That is a children's umbrella

Lucifer: SO?!?! LET ME BATHE IN MY CHILDHOOD INNOCENCE! LET ME LIVE THE CHILDHOOD I NEVER GOT! LET ME FUCKING DREAM!!!!

Alastor: Why. Are. You. Yelling

[moraent-keys]

I headcanon Alastor as trans I just.. don’t know in what way

Like yeah he’s a guy, but like only kind of a guy? His gender is wiggly and off-center like me

[jyoongim]

Hey I love your work so much! Could you please write about alastor with a wife who’s just like Jessica rabbit and ended up in heaven because she didn’t know about him killing but came down to visit him after meeting Charlie when she went up there. I just think I’d be wild for someone like Al to have a wife like that

AAAAOOOOGGGGAAAAA!!!! I could have written this in soooo many ways but i think its a bit like one i already wrote but I hope you enjoy nevertheless!!! @alientee

I highly recommend you listen to The Night We Met, Copacabana, and Why don’t You Do Right!!!! That’s what I envisioned for this one request!!!!

The meeting between the Princess of Hell and the Angelic council was a mess.

The Princess had a look of defeat, so you took it upon yourself to let her show you her hotel.

You prompted that you will be the one to go down and see if it were possible that demons could be redeemed.

I mean everyone deserves a second chance right?

You were talk even the worst sinner still possessed some sort of decency.

So you followed the Princess to her hotel to show you around.

Charlie was elated that you didn’t think her dream was just some fluck.

She asked you all sorts of questions. How you ended up in heaven and how was your life before you died.

”Believe it or not I was a singer at a gentlemen’s lounge. Oh darlin you should have seen me in my prime! Jazz, booze, and oh I had the sweetest husband.”

Charlie was shocked. I mean, yes you were breathtaking, but you really didn’t seem like the type to be tied down to some guy.

You giggled at her expression.  It was often the look men gave you when you refused their advances, happily boasting you were a taken woman and not some hussy that could warm their beds.

”Oh you’ll really find that the hotel has character. Our hotel manager might be a little…hmmm creepy but don’t pay him any mind” she said opening the door to the hotel to lead you through the lobby.

And character it did.

The interior was old-fashion but it had charm. A bit masculine for a young woman to run it,  but if the manager was a man, you could see why it looked the way it did.

You took a seat on a couch and waited as Charlie went to gather the residents so you would meet them.

You were slightly nervous. You were in Hell and hadn’t the slightest clue what demons even looked like.

You fiddled with your ring, how you wished to see your husband.

”Everyone we have a special guest so pleeeeaasssee be on your best behavior” you heard Charlie say.

You caught sight of a gnarly bar and the bartender, you smiled

”shot of whiskey on the rock love” Husker turned around and his eyes widened, yours did too “Why i never thought…Husker?!” You squealed happily, lunging across the bar to hug the demon. He smiled and patted your back, pulling away “Husker what ya doing down here?” He gave you a deadpan look, making you laugh. You then thought about it..

If Husker was down here then that…

”Charlie you should have said such beauty in our circle i would have cleaned up a lot better” a voice purred, making your head turn.

A tall spider smiled at you, giving you a flirtatious wink, which you sent back with a wave.

A little cyclone, a snake, and a seemingly human woman entered the room.

Charlie smiled “This lovely angel has decided to have a look around to prove Heaven wrong”

You introduced yourself.

”Now i know you’re not here long so Ill give you a quick-”

Charlie was interrupted by a radio-like voice.

”Don’t tell me you’re going to give a tour without me Charlie? You know we work as a team-” his words trailed off as he caught sight of you.

You stood, a happy smile on your face “Alastor baby!” You practically ran into his arms.

”Ain’t no way…”

”Noooo”

”oh welll that do make ssssennssseee”

”Pretty lady!”

everyone watched in shock as Alastor twirled you around, peppering your face in kisses.

”oooohhh my dear what a surprise this is!” He said hugging you. You heard a throat clear and broke your hold on him, turning to see everyone confused.

You gave a sheepish smile. Alastor beamed and hooked a arm around your waist

”Everyone this doll here is my wife! The prettiest thing that ever graced the earth!” You playfully slapped his chest.

Everyone's mouths dropped.

”WHAT!?”

You sat in Alastor’s lap as you told how you knew the red demon. Rambling on about how you two met and how your lives were like.

They just couldn’t process it.

YOU were married to Alastor. 

Married to the most feared Overlord in Hell. 

Wife to the Radio Demon.

How the fuck?

You were an angel? Literally and figuratively!

”How the hell did Mr. Creepy face fancy talk here get a broad like you?” Angel asked.

Alastor’s chest puffed with pride. His smile almost broke his face “with charm and wit my deluded friend” He said as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

You giggled, it was always entertaining to see people's reactions to who your husband was.

You turned to Alastor,  lips pouty with a feigned upset look

”Now i been dead forever and not once have I seen you. Why? Why weren’t you in Heaven?”

Alastor stiffened, how was he to tell you that during your time alive he had killed many people just for the fun of it?

“Weeelll my dear I might have killed a few people” 

You blinked and then thought about it.

It kind of made sense, he used to be out ‘hunting’ at weird times of day, be gone at night saying he was working.

 You had a hard time getting stains out of his clothing.

That do explains some things.

”So do you regret anything?” He let out a laugh

nope. Not a single thing.

You shook your head “well since I’m heeeerrrrreee…why don’t we swing by juke joint, if you’re here, I’m sure Mimzy is here. I could use a good time. Its stuffy up there in Heaven. No fun at all”

Charlie perked “Ahh yes you must see how the sinners here are really like and what better than enagaging with them?”

Angel smirked “I know a place waaaayy better than some old booze lounge”

A club. You were at a club.

Your eyes honed in on a mic on the stage and it just happened to be open night.

You batted your eyes and just like that you were on stage.

The lights dimmed and you flipped through some songs to pick.

You might have been a bit old-fashioned but you were caught up on some of the modern singers that came through heaven.

The band nodded at your choice and you took hold of the mic.

With a twirl of your hand, you dawned on a 1920s theme look.

The gang mouths were jaw dropped as you started to sing, the audience was captivated. Catcalls and whistles filled the air.

Alastor felt static run through him as he sighed lovingly as you came down the stage and sat on his lap, mock fixing his bow tie as you sang. You teasingly nipped at his lips, causing his ears to twitch as you smiled going back to waltzing around the stage.

You smiled as bowed as the crowd exploded with cheers and applause as the lights came back on.

Ain’t no way Alastor had a bad broad like you, but the way you happily giggled as he whispered in your ear, pulling you into his chest…

There wasn’t denying it.

You held the Radio Demon’s dark heart.

His sweet, alluring wife

who would have thought?

[greenandsorrow]

~Her man child~

Headcanons 📻

Al can be a ruthless, intimidating and manipulative specimen. Still, he turns into a grinning goofball when in your presence.

When first meeting a demon such as Alastor, one of the things you notice before anything else is their dominating and confident aura.

BUT let me tell you something miss!!

No matter how soft or feminine, seductive, masculine/ androgynous, childish or serious you are... The deer man LOVES to be babied by you.

Only behind closed doors that is.

And I'm not even talking about your intimate moments yet!

Alastor, as someone with a lot in his mind -always planning his moves in advance and always controlling situations- likes the comforting and tender touch or words of a woman.

He can relax and allow someone else to take care of things for once.

It makes him all giggly and silly when you do baby him. To him, you're a nurturing presence just like his mother once was.

His braincells vanish and he just accepts anything you have in store for him.

You wanna squeeze his pale cheeks? Comb your fingers through his hair? Play some monstrosity of a game that Niffty suggested?

Count him in girl!!!

Cook for him and he'll forever be your protector.

Scratch his back and give him a massage after he was live on air and he'll turn into putty, little grunts of pleasure making you smile enough for your cheeks to hurt.

There's always this sparkle of a child's excitement when he comes to your room (chest full of pride and a smug grin on his face) to read you the notes for his next live transmittion.

His jealousy is also that of a child's.

A pout, a crease between his brows and hunched shoulders.... YOU WERE LAUGHING WHILE WATCHING TELEVISION????

How dare you? You traitor...

VOX made you laugh?!

No way.

Alastor is better. He's gonna prove himself to you.

Expect a ton of dad jokes. Expect him bullying all your friends just to see you crack a smile, because he's gonna know he's the reason behind it.

On the same note. What are boundaries?

The more you get to know Al, the more the gentleman persona gives way to an all consuming boy that wants ALL of your attention to himself.

He throws unnecessary tantrums.

Your deer man makes up little songs about how miserable he is when you choose to help Charlie in her drawings, instead of listening to him rumbling about a new way to embarrass Vox.

And he makes sure to sing them when you pass by.

Alastor is always hungry. It doesn't look like it, but this man is always munching on something.

He doesn't like his scars. But this aversion doesn't come from a place of insecurity about his appearance.

It's the meaning behind them that messes with his head.

A deer with the marks his predators left on him. He is not prey to anybody.

That's why he allows humans and demons alike to think of him as a Wendigo. It's less humiliating in his point of view.

But isn't that another childish response of denial to his demon manifestation?

He talks in his sleep, tossing and turning, shifting closer to you until you hardly have any space left on the bed.

You of course have fallen down from it. Luckily for you, his rugs are plush and thick.

He can go for hours without any rest whatsoever.

He loves loves LOVES eye contact. He relishes in the way your features contort in pleasure, the way you open your mouth for a soundless moan to escape, the subtle way your eyes roll back when he hits that spot deep inside you. He just has to see your face during the act.

Alastor is rather proud of his manhood. A bit arrogant even.

So, even though Al won't be the type to directly ask for reassurance on his performance, he finds the validation he needs in your body's reactions to him.

Mommy issues.

Again, it doesn't matter if you're more of a soft and submissive woman, or a powerful and dominant one, YOU ARE MOMMY.

And he's your boy. He's gonna please you till your legs are shaking and your toes are curling.

Are you a pillow princess? He's gonna fuck you like his life depends on it. Pounding into you, making sure you're full of his seed and content. Breeding kink<3

You like being in control of the situation? He's gonna let you have it. In reality, you both know that he can break you in half with one hand behind his back, but he allows you to have him like that.

It's such a big turn on for the radio demon to see you use his body as you please.

Because you don't use it and then discard it afterwards.

You make sure he's warm and cosy at the end of your steamy times. And he does the same with you.

His proper manners show on the way he's gentle with you, after lust gives way to tranquility.

Alastor has never used the word "aftercare" for it but he treats you like a queen regardless.

Once you're both in the bathtub and he's certain you're not in pain or in any discomfort, then he allows himself to relax.

And there he is... rubbing his head against your chest and letting out a small moan when you wrap your arms around his lean frame.

He's also more than happy to eat you out. This man has a very talented tongue and if he teases... Alastor likes to play, but he knows he's gonna be teased back and even denied relief so he is cautious about it.

When you go down on your knees for him, Alastor has to hold himself back from cumming just from the image in front of him.

You're aware of that, so you never go all out and he makes sure to keep his hips still. Lick his head like a lollipop and hold his balls through it and he'll be a whimpering mess, ears pulled back and drool collecting on his lower lip.

Al is big on bonding. He doesn't trust anyone so the fact that he trusts you... You're his partner for life (for afterlife?).

You're not complaining, are you?

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[wisteriaiswriting]

Can you do an autistic trans(if you do that) male reader who doesn’t really get social cues but is overall pretty quiet and reserved with the people from the Hazbin hotel?

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪

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𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣:

He will be unaware at first, so his first impression about you is not good. Thinks you’re being rude on purpose, but when he finds out that's not the case he’ll feel slightly bad.

For his assumptions he’ll subtly apologize by dropping presents in your room (Unnamed of course.) and lending you a helping hand.

If you two become close he will take you to his tailor to get matching suits, different colours obviously, can’t have you taking his signature colour now, can we?

***

For the first few days you’ve been at the hotel Alastor has been weirdly stand offish. Others didn’t mind, often glad he’s staying away rather than closer. But you wanted to know why, so you asked Charlie.

Who asked Alastor, to which he gracefully answered.

“Well, I don’t enjoy seeing terrible manners around the hotel, surely you don’t either?” At his words the reason for avoidance clicked in her head.

“Why didn't you say so? Well knowing you, you wouldn’t… But Y/N isn’t that good with social cues, so he doesn’t mean any of, whatever he’s been doing.”

“Oh…” At her words he left the room, finding you. “Well hello my Handsome fellow,”

“Hi?” After his most recent actions you didn’t expect him to just waltz up to you.

“Unfortunately someone has ruined my suit,” Correct, a good chunk was missing. “And hopefully you would accompany me?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“Perfect!”

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖:

She's unsurprisingly similar when it comes to social cues.

When it comes to you being autistic or trans she won’t notice, that’ll be the last thing she knows.

You two can not be left alone, someone will need to supervise you both.

***

It has been barely a week since you fell into hell and it’s been terrible. There were too many things happen that you could say or even recall, so today was meant to be relaxing. Or at least somewhat close, until someone pulled you around.

They were your only friend here, so of course you had to follow. After a few hours walking around you found you both in front of a hotel, one called the ‘Hazbin hotel.’ Excitedly knocking at the door while you watched.

Within seconds the door swung open revealing an excited blonde.

“Oh my, hi!” Pulling you both in as she spoke, which allowed you to see other people hanging around. “I’m Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

“Told ya you’d like it here.”

You were both aware nothing was said beforehand but you didn’t confront them. Seemed like the others knew something was up, so they had Charlie pull you away.

“Since you're new, how about a private tour of the Hazbin Hotel?”

𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

Compared to the other hotel residents your quietness is a surprise, but a welcome one at that.

If you ask or signal at all to her she’ll be at your side to subtly help you with social cues and anything else needed.

Especially if you’re new (Also if not) she’ll help you get masculine clothing, although she might have to get others help as she isn’t the most masculine either.

***

Charlie had just brought you to the hotel in a… not so good condition. She wasn’t sure what you went through to look like that but she knew you needed some help, and she was going to help where she could.

“Alastor, I need your help”

“Hmm?”

“You know the newbie, I have to get him some clothes. Problem is I have no clue where to go.” At her words his smile increases slightly.

“I could help, for a price…”

“Nevermind.”

While she wanted to help she wouldn’t risk anything with Alastor, maybe Angel would be better.

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥:

He’s seen some shit during his time down in hell, so your actions and attitude isn’t seen as weird to him.

To a degree he’ll take advantage of you. Never anything you wouldn’t want, but to keep him safe from Vaggie or Alastor.

But only he can do it, if anyone else even tries he’ll be there to protect you.

***

“Vaggie, why would I do that?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe you–”

“Doesn’t matter, I would never when Y/N is with me!”

At his words Vaggie looked down at you, finding you wrapped in Angels pairs of arms. You had a few blooming bruises around your face but otherwise seemed alright.

“Just… Don’t do it again, I don’t want to see Y/N or Charlie get mad at you.”

“Really, Y/N mad at me? Never!” One pair of hands had come up to cup your cheeks, able to leave multiple kisses. Causing Vaggie to leave quickly.

“Now, let me take care of those bruises.”

𝕊𝕚𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤:

He’s been thrown into the same boat as you, has absolutely no understanding of social cues.

If anything the eggs make it worse, as they are somehow worse than sir pentious.

He has accidentally hurt the both of you at once somehow, no one is sure how that happened.

***

The streets didn’t seem too busy, which was weird for hell. But it might’ve been the fact you and Sir Pentious just weren’t aware of them walking. His tail was swaying dangerously behind him, knocking over any people.

During this his eggs were scattered around the both of you. Some stayed behind, in between and some strayed next to you. Which caused an even bigger barrier to form, now people had to step off the path.

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜:

When he first meets you he won’t really care, he’s had worst people hang around.

If he’s being honest he understands and gets social cues, but majority of the time he just doesn’t care about them.

Even then he knows with your lack of awareness you’re likely to get into some unwanted trouble, so he hangs around a lot more.

***

Husk never had the heart to blame you for any trouble, he knew you never meant it. So tonight he accompanied you to a nearby bar, intending for at least a semi-nice night out. But of course someone had to ruin it.

A drunk demon decided he wanted to bother you for the night, ignoring Husk the whole time. But over time his anger rose, you weren’t even looking at him and you didn’t seem interested.

In which you weren’t, but he seemed so incessant that you spoke, even if you didn’t. His attitude quickly became clear very quickly, except you didn’t notice. As he reached for you Husk was quicker, sending a card flying into his head.

That caused everyone to start their own fights. Which gave you two the chance to leave, with minimal injuries of course. Taking the chance you both ran out, luckily no one else was waiting outside.

“We’re going back.”

[cringefailvox]

t4t radiostatic is eating me alive. vox being wildly repressed and uncomfortable with himself because all of hell is attached to the Voxtek Brand of vox as this big powerful implicitly masculine ceo that he can't even bring himself to entertain the idea he might not be a man after all, because that would mean a total upheaval of his entire world in really drastic ways and his control freak ass cannot handle that. and he's ranting about all of this to alastor (agender and blithely unaware) who's just like "first of all nobody even thinks about gender as much as you and no one is as attached to the concept as you are. i'm the radio demon first and a man second, and i'm sure most sinners feel the same." and vox has to be like "see but i really don't think THAT'S a normal thing to say either"

edit: there's a fic now :]

[velvet-games]

he’s so normal :)

I actually drew this before a lot of the recent stuff I've been posting; it was just me trying to figure out a good redesign for vox. I might make a proper redesign explanation later, but here are some quick notes while I'm still playing with it:

vox trapzod and alastor trongle :)

^^ ok but unironically this was kind of a hard decision since I have mixed feelings about vox's body type

stuff I was considering:

1) vox is alastor's foil and has a similar body type to alastor at least in part because you're supposed to be comparing them (It's actually so cool cause I was watching TB Skyen's reaction to ep 2 and he immediately predicted that they would have beef lol)

2) tumblr sexyman bod <3

3) I LOVE @/bestosunglass' way of drawing him, and it made me realize that I kind of love the idea of vox being a little bigger than alastor? it's very big himbo puppy + lithe cat energy

4) not sure what my headcanons about vox's body are in terms of biological vs tech yet, but I think I want to lean toward tech (which is customizable)

I love the angst concept of vox having the freedom to change his body with relative ease, which makes him feel like he has to constantly update and update and update and update and update and it's never good enough because he could always change something and he'll never quite be good enough--

basically being a victim to his own progress-oriented mindset

and also treating himself like a product; if it's not working, if it's not the best, newest model, then it's broken and useless and disposable

tbh alastor's ability to find beauty and art in the old (not necessarily based on function, but on character and care) would be good for him

ooc or not, as someone with dysmorphia issues myself, I really want an "I like your body because it's yours" moment from alastor

I think all of that + toxic masculinity would probably mean vox would make himself comically buff (at least at first) lol

5) but I like drawing him kinda scrawny ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's just weird because I kind of want to audience to pick up on the fact that he's not actually hypermasc but vox would totally (mostly successfully) broadcast that to the characters in the show

6) I think a trapezoid is a good shape for him! it contrasts well with alastor being a kind of sly and striking triangle shape. trapezoids are more interesting and dynamic than rectangles, but are still more stiff and business-like than triangles (p sure I am completely misunderstanding shape theory here but it makes sense to me lmao)

vox is such a mess of vibes? like he's a cult leader he's a televangelist he's a hypnotist he's a business shark he's a tech CEO he's a newscaster he's a TV he's a computer he's a literal shark he's a mastermind he's a pathetic fanboy

still not sure which of those is the most important/what should be obvious in his design

obsessed with the concept of TV knobs as buttons but it's kind of old fashioned

I headcanon him as having been a nerdy kid that got kicked in the shins for being obsessed with TV/tech lol

also hc him as being vaguely and very obliviously transfemme; the buffness can also be overcompensating for a lack of masculinity both physically and mentally

[theaestheticsromance]

𝐈𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧', 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧' 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Sub Alastor x Dom Male Reader Minors do NOT interact Words: 1,536

"Oh hello there Al," You say with a smirk, you had walked into your shared room, a stark naked Alastor waiting for you, rutting his hard needy cock in his hand, you notice the demon's face heating up, it was quite obvious what was happening. "Seems like you wanted some company?" You tease as you lean back on the bed and kick off your shoes. 

He looks at you, his eyes filled with desire, he nods slowly, he is ashamed to be so weak in front of you, he thought he was more masculine than this, but he doesn't care anymore, he wants someone to dominate him, he knows you are up to the task, that's why he chose you, needs you. "Please... fuck me..." He says softly, voice raspy looking down, unable to meet your gaze, his body trembling slightly. 

"Well then," You say, crawling onto the bed, your eyes locked onto his. "Since you asked so nicely" You grab him by the throat and pull him close, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. One hand trails down his body, feeling the muscles ripple under the skin. The other continues to hold his neck firmly, making sure he can't speak, only moan. Alastor gasps, surprised by the sudden aggression, his eyes widening, but he loves it, he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours, he returns the kiss, his tongue dances with yours, his body shivering slightly, he moans softly. 

He squirms slightly, his cock rubbing against yours, he wants you inside him, he wants to be filled, he wants to be fucked, he craves it, he has never felt like this before, he breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy, and looks at you with a lustful look. "Fuck me, please!" He begs again, he would do anything right now for you to fill him, he spreads his legs giving you beautiful view of his swollen needy hole.

"Greedy little thing aren't you?" You growl, pushing your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck on them, getting them wet. "But I think I can oblige." One finger slips into Alastor's spongy, hot hole, testing how tight he is, stretching him out a little, getting him ready for you. Moaning softly, his body tightens around your finger, his body is sensitive, he feels pleasure already, he bites his lip, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he craves more, he wants more fingers, he wants everything, he wants you to fuck him hard, fast and rough.

"More..." He begs, his voice soft, his breath hot, his eyes filled with lust, his body covered in sweat, he wants you to use him, he wants you to destroy him, he wants you to fuck him until he can't see.

You give him another finger, fucking him slowly, taking your time, enjoying every little reaction he gives you as he writhes and moans. "You want more? Beg for it." He gasps, his body tensing, he squirms slightly, he moans, his cock twitching, he arches his back, he pushes his hips trying to get your fingers deeper inside him, he looks at you with a lustful gaze, his eyes pleading, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he is ashamed to beg, he closes his mouth, he bites his lip, he tries to hide his face behind his hair, but it falls short, he looks away, his cheeks reddening, he whispers softly. 

"Please... I beg you... Please fuck me harder... I need it... My body craves it... Please..." "look at me my Love, or ill stop!" You demand, your fingers stilling inside him. He looks at you, his eyes wide, his cheeks reddening, he bites his lip, he squirms slightly, he moans, he arches his back, his body begging for more. He nods slowly, giving in, he takes a deep breath, he closes his eyes, then locking eyes with you, he opens his mouth, he speaks slowly, clearly, loudly, even dropping his radio overlay in his desperation.

"Please Dear, I beg you, please fuck me harder, I need it, my body craves it, please fuck me, I am yours, use me as your toy, fuck me until I can't see straight, fuck me until I lose consciousness, fuck me until I break, fuck me until I can't take it anymore, fuck me until I am nothing but yours, fuck me, please, please, fuck me!"

"Good boy," you praise him, starting to move your fingers again, picking up speed. "That's what I like to hear, though you are such a greedy little thing. I don't think you can ever get enough." Your finger tips press against his prostate, rubbing it gently, teasingly. Your mouth descends onto his, hungrily kissing him, tongue lashing against his own, free hand tweaking his nipples. He moans loudly, his body tightening around your fingers, his eyes roll back, he gasps, his mouth opening, he pants heavily, he arches his back, his cock twitching, he leaks precum, his whole body shaking, he moans softly, his eyes open, he looks at you obediently, with lust in his eyes, and wraps his arms around you.

Alastor pulls you closer, kisses you back, his tongue dances with yours, moaning softly, he grins, when you bite his lip, his body dripping in sweat, moaning louder as he squirms forcing you to pin his hips with your other hand, his hole tightening around your fingers, he pants heavily. Alastor spreads his legs wider, he gives you a better angle for his hole.

"You're right... I am greedy... I can never get enough of you... I need more... Please..." Alastor pleads softly, he looks at you, his eyes beseeching, cheeks reddening, biting his lip as he arches his back, grinding his hips so his hole sinks and ruts against your fingers, his cock twitching, he's moaning, shivering, grinning desperately, something snaps and he leans forward, whispering in your ear frantically.

"Fuck me already, I beg you, I can't take it anymore..."

"Impatient thing aren't you?" You growl, removing your fingers from him, spreading his ass cheeks apart admiring his hot sweaty hole. "Then let me give you what you want." The head of your cock presses against his hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscles, entering him slowly with a moan of your own as hot flesh engulfs you. He gasps, his body tightening around your cock, he arches his back, his eyes rolling back. With a long low moan, his mouth hangs open dumbly, he pants heavily, his body shaking, and he claws at the sheets for anything to anchor him, he squirms on your cock needing you to move, and he begs you with his eyes.

 "Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me rough, fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I can't see, fuck me until I can't think, fuck me until I can't hear, fuck me until I can't breathe, fuck me until I can't live, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" You'd never seen him like this before and it's delicious, your hand wraps around his hot swollen flesh, pumping his cock a few times as he reacts like a feral animal.

His body writhes under your touch, his moans loud and urgent, he gasps, his eyes closed tightly, his cock twitching in your hand, panting heavily, his body shivers, and he spreads his legs wider, offering himself to you completely. "Ahh... Fuck yes... Please... Don't stop..." Alastor begs, his voice desperate, his body sweating, his muscles tense, his body convulsing, his mind lost, all he could think about was you fucking him, breaking him, owning him. "You're so fucking sexy like this," you groan, thrusting into him, hands gripping his hips tightly. "Take my cock, you greedy Buck." You push yourself fully into him, cock buried balls deep in his tight hole. "There we go, that's a good boy." You groan, grabbing his hips and pulling him forcefully down onto your dick. He cries out, his body tensing around your cock, his hole clenching around you, his eyes rolling back, his body trembling, he moans loudly, his body shaking, his cock twitching, and he grinds his hips against you, his body craving more. "Yes... Yes... Oh god... Please... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body sweating, his heart pounding, his mind lost, all he could think about was your cock, and the feeling of the friction as you raw fuck his tight, needy, swollen hole. You start pounding into him, setting a brutal pace, your cock sliding easily in and out of his tight hole, filling him completely. "That's it, my pet. Take my cock." Your hands grip his hips tightly, holding him steady as you fuck him mercilessly. Hand speeding up on his needy, leaking cock. "I'm going to cum," you groan, thrusting into him hard and fast, your cock throbbing inside him. "You want it? You want my cum?"

His body convulses, his mind blank, all he could feel was the sensation of your cock rearranging his insides, his cock throbs erratically as you furiously rub him, he cums hard, ropes of thick white cream spurting from his tip covering him in his own seed. He moans loudly, his voice hoarse, body shaking, eyes rolling back, his legs quiver around your waist, gasping as you continue pounding away at him, he looks at you with lust-filled eyes. "Yes... Please... Fill me up... I want your cum..." Alastor begs, his voice shaky, his body coated in a sheen of sweat, mind lost, as he asks so sweetly for your seed, wanting to be marked by you, owned by you. 

You feel his inner walls clamping down on your cock, milking you as he still cums. You growl in delight as his tight hole spasms around you. "God, you're so fucking tight," you grunt, continuing to pound into him. "I'm gonna fill you up, you greedy little Buck." His name leaves your lips as you explode inside him, painting his insides with your own hot sticky cum. You can't help yourself, shooting load after load deep inside him. "Fuuuck..." 

Your cock twitches and pulses, emptying into him as you bite down on his neck, riding out the orgasm. Alastor's body shakes, his hole spasming around your cock, his body shuddering, clenching his fists and his toes curling. "Oh... oh god, that's it... Fill me up... I want your cum." Alastor whimpers, his voice shaky, mind lost in pleasure, loving the feeling of your hot sticky cum filling him up, marking him as yours. Alastor's body convulses one last time, his cock twitching as the last bit of cum spurts from his tip, coating your hand in his release, he pants heavily, his body covered in sweat and cum, his mind blank. As you finish cumming, riding the high, you give yourself a moment of recovery before gently pulling out of him, your spent cock glistening with cum. "There's a good boy." You roll over so he's on top of you, hands stroking through his hair soothingly.

"You're absolutely amazing Al," You say, raising your head to look at him, smiling softly, giving him a gentle kiss, enjoying the dazed, fucked out look in his eyes, his grin still in place out of habit, but sufficiently deranged looking. "Mmm, you're mine now," you murmur, licking the sweat off his neck, as you wait for him to come back to his senses, "And I always take care of my things." Alastor raises his head to look up at you, throat bobbing as he swallows. "I think I'd rather like that, my Dear... Please do... Keep me." His tail wagging frantically. 

[sadlilghostt]

LOST LOVE.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞���� 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Alastor x ex wife reader

๑ | synopsis : if there's one thing alastor want in heavens and hell, that is to get his wife back to his arms once again.

๑ | tw : angst, out of character al? -

๑| Tags :@moonmark98 @ilikemyteawithmilk @blueninjablade3

๑ | a/n : Hiii! I'm very happy that you loved this fic x3! Thank you y'all for the lovess!

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

Two weeks have already passed on your stay at the hazbin hotel was quite.. Something, well of course it would be because of a certain demon.

Alastor won't leave you alone.

In everywhere you go, you have the radio demon following you around like a lost pup. If not him, his shadows would be everywhere. You don't know whether you feel safe or in a lot more danger.

Though some where in your heart, it still flutter at the thought of him still caring you, but hate always overtakes your heart. How can be so caring and loving when he's the reason of your death?

But then again, some night you wonder, should you give him a chance again?

Well he is your husband for 10 years back in the days of your living with him, but the thought of hating him just kept eating your mind that the thought of forgiveness for that man disappears.

Today is another same day, with you observing the hotel and then helping the staffs here and there. Everyone was surprisingly nice that even Peter was comfortable enough to be alone with them, and that's the same for you but, you'll never feel the same way from the radio demon.

You know how alastor is, he would always do the unexpected. Oh how he always love seeing your shocked expression, so you choose to never be alone in the same room with him.

But guess was not in your side today.

You, alastor, Peter, Charlie was in the lounge today, with the princess and angel chatting happily while you sat stiffly across the radio demon.

You tried to get comfortable at the soft cushions of the seat but still his presence makes you very uneasy.

" oh! You should see the garden here! " the princess beamed.

" wait- there's a garden here?! " Peter exclaimed excitedly.

" yeah! Dad just added it here in the hotel after me renovation! "

" oh you should very much show it to me! "

You were to caught up on your thoughts about your ex-husband that you didn't even noticed the pair walking away.

" a penny for your thoughts, cher? "

You flinched, hard at the static voice in front of you, when you finally looked in front of you, you see your husband leaning down to you with his lazy grin. Too close.

You frown at the distance before pushing his face away.

" you should learn on how to respect a woman's personal space, mister. " alastor chuckled at this as he leans away from you as he planted himself at the armrest of the seat with his arm resting on the headrest of the seat.

" but I believe we're past through that,mon cheri. " he cooed.

" we were, but you decided to break that stage so suck it up. " you hissed at him before standing up from the seat, you could still feel his eyes burrying at your smaller form.

He went quiet for a moment before he sighed as he watched your retreating form.

" you're never going to let go of that.. Won't you? " he sighed, the radio effect on his voice wasn't there when he said that, your stomach tingles upon hearing his masculine voice once again.

You stopped on your tracks as you speak. " how can I let go of that when I died without fulfilling the dreams I have been wishing to commit at the age of 36 when you killed me. " you breath out.

Your glow brightens up as a signature of your raising temper.

" how can you just say that when you know that you're the very reason of my death? " you painted shakingly as you slowly turned to him.

His heart clenched once he saw the wall you've been building just after you met him again, crumbles. You, his wife, fighting back the tears you have been holding for a century. His throat bobbed as he swallowed the guilt that is eating him. His smile is already strained at the sight of your quivering lips and reddish nose.

Oh how he wanted to embrace you, right here, and apologize for a millionth time just to have your forgiveness once again.

" alastor- I missed a bunch of years! — " your wings and hands fly out in frustration as a small sob escaped your lips.

" and in those bunch of years! I could have started with something! Something with you! " slowly, tears escaped you eyes.

You were to caught up with the pouring emotions that you didn't notice him already making his way towards you with a slow steps.

" in those years I've missed... we could had a child with you to raise, to love, go watch them grow.. To tell them stories of how we met! " you sobbed, completely breaking down at the man you've hated to see just after your death.

" mon cheri.. " the stag breath out as he reached out for you. Alastor was never the one dealing with situations like this, in fact, he never had approached you like this back in your days since, you were already a happy woman with him back then.

" darling.. I- " his breath caught his throat as he watched you break down.

" we could've had grown old together.. But instead- we both died barely even starting! " you cried as you felt his hands reached out to your shoulders.

" darling.. My love, I'm sorry, I really am. I- " he stuttered.

You slapped his hands away from you as you stumbled back.

" no, no, don't touch me! You don't have the rights to touch me anymore! " you raged, he looked hurt at the action you did, but you didn't have enough heartstrings to pull for this one.

Alastor felt vulnerable at this state. Vulnerable for you, the man would do everything just to get you back again. Yes he fucker up, but the man still had a heart to beat for someone, and that is you. He doesn't mind looking pathetic, vulnerable, he'd do literally everything just to get his wife back to him again.

" my love, I really am sorry. I messed up big time and I know that there's in no way you'd forgive me for the action I did. " he reached out again for you as he continued " I'm very am sorry, I didn't know what came over me in that night-..just- just the thought of you leaving me scares me once I saw you in that basement.. " he breathe our finally holding your shoulders, his smile is finally gone as he swallowed his pride for apologizing.

" I regret it darling.. I really do, I could turn back the time , I would stop myself from piercing that knife to you.. " he pulled you into his chest, his hand was in the back of your head while his other than was in your waist, clutching on you desperately.

" but.. If you would give me another chance i-.. I would be a better husband. " he nuzzled the top of you head and leaving it a kiss.

" just darling.. I can't bare to be apart from you for another century again. I don't want to be away from you again. If there is a away to take back the love we lost, I would do everything in my power to get ignite the flames we had.Just please give me a chance. "

Your heart clenched at his attempt of getting you back, never once in your life you saw him like this. So it somewhat made you happy that he's willing to break his character just to have you by his side again. But you still feel uncertain for him.

He pulled away from you as he held you cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb.

" Cher?.. " he softly called out to you as the both of you stared on each other's eye.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, a few tears dropping your eyes as you leaned into his touch.

" I don't know whether should I trust you or not.. I still feel uncertain. " you muttered as you held his hand that was resting on your cheek.

" then give it a time, I will wait mon cheri, even if it takes a century, I will wait, if it means I could be with you again. I don't mind courting you again, and again. " he smiled warmly. Your heart flutters once you saw his genuine smile.

You were silent for a moment before removing his hand from your cheek.

" .. Ok. " that was all you can manage to say as you pulled away from him.

" just tell me when you ready to try again mon cheri. " he cupped your chin and tilted it to face him. You gave out a nod as he felt his lips on your forehead making you froze. This is probably the first intimate thing he did in your whole existence.

" I'll wait for you. " he hummed against your forehead before going in for another kiss.

He let go of you as he took a step back with a the same smile before he melts into the shadows. You stared at the spot where he vanished before placing a hand on your forehead and thought, are you going to regret this?

[iiotic]

Heartbroken; Human Alastor x Fem reader

ask: Hi, Could you do a Human Alastor x Reader, where Reader is Alastor’s childhood friend. Reader has always wanted to ask Alastor out. The day they finally mustered the courage, they heard Alastor accepting someone else’s confession. Reader is heartbroken? - @cartoonykat

tags: one sided love, fem reader, swearing, reader being heartbroken?? Childhood friends, short oneshot, not proof read, no mentions of y/n

word count: 0.7k

You were so little when your mother decided to introduce yourself to Alastor, your new neighbour. He was just the bestest friend of bestfriends to you! And looking back he was such a sweet child.

You and him would always play tag and hide and seek in the forest near the bayou. Of course, you'd always win since you were the best at these games, though you didn't know that your little friend pitied you and had let you win every single time.

You were always invited to his house for dinner that his mother made, and you had to admit that his mother's cooking was delicious.

When you grew a little older you started developing a crush on Alastor, admiring him and every little thing that he made. Noticing how his rounded, black glasses are adorable and how his brownish hair shined in the sunlight.

To your dismay you didn't have the guts to ask him out, yet. Thinking that you were too young for such things, you were just teenagers!! However looking back you realized that you made a horrible mistake.

Cleaning a glass behind the counter, you were met with the familiar "Ding!!" which signalled that someone just walked through the door. Looking up, you lightened up and quickly fixed your posture.

"Good morning, Alastor. Why so early?" You asked your childhood friend. He never came here at such an early hour. The Cafe was opening at eight am and it was only nine. That little voice in your head told you that maybe he was here specifically to see you but your brain told you to not get too excited.

"I just had some free time on me so I told myself why not to stand by?" The brunette responded, ordering his usual coffee. Pheraps you had a chance? You thought making his order before giving him to him.

As you saw him sit down at one of the stalls your mind started to wander to the plans you had today. You memorised Alastor's schedual, knowing what time he starts and ends his shift at the radio station. That's why you were surprised to see him walking in at such a early hour.

Today is the day, you finally got the courage to ask Alastor out. You were a tad bit nervous but your confidence and determination was high. Now you just had to wait till you get off work, grab your things and meet Alastor at his house.

The time soon arrived, for this occasion you wore a gorgeous red dress, nothing too much but just to show that you were serious about things.

Holding the present with your sweaty palms you stepped on the porch of Alastor's house. Hand up, just about to knock but your nervousness started to kick in. Is this really the time? Pheraps you should wait a tiny bit more?

No! You had to do it, now. Just as you were about to knock you heard 2 voices coming from the inside. A more masculine one and a femine one? This surely wasn't his mothers voice. Despite knowing that's wrong you decided to listen. Moving next to the open window with curtains open you were met with..

What? OH.. oh..

A loud gasp left your lips as you dropped your gift to the ground. Why? You could feel the warm tears streaming down your face as you backed away from the window.

Turning on your feet you ran away not wanting to face him, no.. At least not for now.

(a/n) this sucks and i completely forgot about this ask. Im so sorry!! I wanted for this to be longer but after it deleted itself the first time I wrote it I said fuck it and didn't had the motivation to write it again. But I hope this wasn't too bad lol

[allastoredeer]

Personally I think Alastor, Lucifer AND Angel are on the pretty boy side of the scale and none of that has to do with their preferences in bed. More like in... How to say it... Body type and behavior? All three are obviously men but don't quite adhere to the masculine/feminine dichotomy.

With Alastor it seems to me that he is closer to "masculine" but not in an alpha range, but in that he sees himself as a "gentleman" and at least a part of him consciously or unconsciously knows that the male representation has more privilege, but he doesn't particularly care as much

AAngel just does his thing, and I think Angel has benefited from and used looking more "delicate" or "feminine" more than once to his advantage in getting underestimated. I think that gender in general is quite fluid for Angel, but not so much because he has thought about it but because living and dead, roles have been imposed on him that he has taken as a mask for himself.I imagine he is very comfortable with himself now but the impression I got is that Angel oscillates between hating and loving his own traits due to how little control he has and how he is perceived.

(I'm thinking specifically about how he talks about his body and how attractive it is but sees himself as only important because of those kinds of things. After E4 it's obviously in a much better place. What I'm saying is that with Angel it's complicated because it's part his own feelings and part coping mechanis)

Lucifer actually exudes an aura of seduction, it's just those bedroom eyes and his whole vibe when he decides he's going to crush this guy he met 5 minutes ago. But I think the show did well to represent a beauty that tends more towards androgynous with him. And as we've already talked about, Lucifer gives off very versatile vibes, I think he would be the middle ground.

I definitely agree that all three of them are on the pretty boy side. Pretty, pretty, pretty boys

(I couldn't find a better gif of Angel forgive me)

Though, I do see Alastor more on the feminine side than the masculine side. He is a gentleman, but sometimes I think people lean too far into him being a gentleman.

Like, not to bring Websters Dictionary into this (Cambridge Dictionary technically) but the definitions of gentleman are:

A polite way of talking to or referring to a man. Obvious one, but not the definition people use.

A man of a high social class. Which, yeah, considering Alastor is an Overlord in Hell, technically he is part of a high social class. But that's not typically the type of gentleman he is depicted as either.

A man who is polite and behaves well towards other people, especially women: This is the one I think people lean on, which I find funny because Alastor is polite and he can behave well, but typically that is only aimed at women. Not people in general. I see him being a gentleman with women, but even then, not all the time - does that make sense?

Like, there are times he still acts like a mean little bastard, even to women (albeit less often) like when Charlie was having a break down in her bedroom cuz she found out her girlfriend has been lying to her for years and she'd essentially doomed everybody she cared about. Alastor had no sympathy for her, he didn't actually care about the situation, he went up there with the sole intent to get something from her. He was blunt, rubbed her situation in her face, and then gaslit, gatekeeped, and girlbossed his way into getting a deal out of her.

Yes, his words were crafted in a way that can seem gentlemanly, but that doesn't mean he was being a gentleman. He wasn't being polite, he was being a sassy, condescending little shit.

And I'm not saying Alastor isn't a gentleman, he definitely acts like a one when he wants to be, especially around those he likes or respects (like Rosie, Niffty, and Zestial - and yes, even Charlie and Vaggie). But like...most of the time? He's just a smooth-talking bitch with fancy words (affectionate).

Don't get me wrong, I definitely see Alastor as being a gentleman, but I don't see him being as much of a gentleman as people make him out to be, which actually might be the reason why he so often loses his clownish, trolling nature in fanon, because that gentlemanly characteristic he's been given implies some level of general politeness and good behavior, which cancels out when he's trolling and/or insulting people. He can be more passive-aggressively and subtle about it, like he did with Lucifer, but I still wouldn't call that being a gentleman.

I agree with Angel though! I think, while Angel has benefitted looking more feminine, he also enjoys presenting as feminine. I can see him being very fluid in it.

"the impression I got is that Angel oscillates between hating and loving his own traits due to how little control he has and how he is perceived."

THIS! ⬆️ Definitely agree with this. 100%. Perfectly said.

As for Lucifer, I do see the seduction side of him, even if I think it's overblown at times. He has amazing bedroom eyes. I agree that there is an androgynous beauty to him, but at the same time, idk a lot of the time, he still came off as very masculine to me. Could've been the way he carried himself. Could've been his voice. Could've been the way he spoke. Don't know for sure.

I think Lucifer can fluctuate before feminine and androgynous, but overall, he felt masculine most of the time.

[prince-liest]

I do remember it being mentioned by Viv and a couple other crew members that Alastor is very passionate about food, and he's a talented chef who really likes cooking!

Conversely, I also love how most of the fandom has agreed that Vox lives mainly on energy drinks and takeout. His kitchen expertise extends to microwaving himself a cup of ramen.

Sweet! Yeah, that totally tracks to me with what we have seen of him, haha. This also absolutely makes Lucifer's bus boy vs chef comment sting harder, too.

And HAHA, absolutely. Vox gives me both "embodying the kind of performative masculinity that eschews cooking" and also "cooking and eating meals is for inefficient plebs, check out this chemically perfect food replacement shake I just patented and also have been living off of for the past 3 weeks" energies, the former more performative and the latter more sincere. He heard that cooking is just chemistry and decided to skip the cooking part and go straight to the lab for the sake of maximizing THE GRIND.

[rubra-wav]

Vox HCs entry #2

Warnings/CW: discussion of toxic masculinity, SFW

A/N: just various thoughts I've had about this man.

- He is a musical theatre/drama fan

He gives me this energy so much due to how dramatic he is in general. His first instinct when Alastor comes back is to instantly make a callout on live TV in the form of song. 💀

I feel like he listens to musicals in 'secret' - but it's not actually nearly as much as a secret as he thinks it is. I feel like in general he gets very loud when he's passionate or excited about something.

I just have a mental image of him thinking nobody in Vee tower can hear him while he absolutely yells the lyrics of a song with headphones on at full volume while dancing out the choreography to the song.

He'd deny everything about it if you brought this up however. He grew up in the 50's and due to that I feel as if he would be very insecure about it. I'll elaborate more on that in the next point.

- Still has a fair few beliefs to deconstruct

He is from around the 50's time period, and due to that I feel like he would have a lot of internalised toxic masculinity.

He is on and off with Val who's obviously GNC, so I think he doesn't gaf too much about others and what they wear and do anymore

But I think he has a lot of shit he directs towards himself still.

Elaborating on the liking theatre thing and denying it: I think he would stubbornly deny it because he thinks it's 'too feminine' for himself to be interested in and that he thinks it makes him 'less of a man' and shit kinda like that.

I also think because of this he also has horrendous perspectives on showing emotion.

It is already canon that he hides behind a mask at all times, but I feel like even if he 100% trusts someone to be genuine around them he still wouldn't let himself do so due to thinking he's 'less man' if he does things like cry or directly seek any kind of support - especially emotional - outside of his usual compliment fishing behaviours.

I don't think his perspectives usually pertain to others as he's had a lot of exposure to different more up-to-date / nonconforming people with Val and Vel - but I do definitely feel like he has hella internalised bullshit.

Dating him in this aspect would be hard because you would need to be there reassuring him that it's okay to do things which society deems as 'feminine' - especially with what 1950's society deemed as being normal and abnormal for men.

He needs reassurance so bad about it.

I can see him as trying to keep up his mask of not needing any kind of help from you even when it's obvious he's cracking under whatever (pressure, overwhelm, stress, etc. Etc.)

- This man can't dress himself well for shit

(Mostly based upon past Voxtagram posts)

This man's closet outside of his usual outfits is largely button-up/polo shirts and cargo shorts with the most horrifically ugly patterns you've ever seen in your life.

The only reason his outfits look good ever is because of Vel forcing him to not dress like shit.

I can imagine him walking out of his room in a blue and red polo and black cargo shorts with a snapback on and Velvette and Valentino just looking at him in utter horror. 💀

I also like the idea of him having equally chaotic socks. Like you have the usual put together outfit he has on, but then he takes off his shoes, and they are eye shatteringly ugly with words printed on them.

It's ironic because if you date him he will be probably pissy about you dressing well going out together.

He's a hypocrite 🙏

- He doesn't like sweets

I can see him as not liking things that are sweet at all.

He absolutely takes his coffee black as well, it's the most bitterest gag-worthy flavour ever and you are terrified at how much he seems to like the taste.

The sweetest thing he does like in the way of drinks is diet coke.

I feel like he survives on energy drinks, but I don't think he enjoys them at all and just tolerates them.

He doesn't like desserts either. Maybe tiramisu but not frequently.

I can see him actually liking dark chocolate though. I feel like he likes bitter things.

He's totally an absolute cunt about it as well.

If he sees you having coffee with milk/creamer and sugar he's the type of person to go "ugh. I don't know how you can drink that." While fake gagging at you.

He's that mf

A/N I have multiple ideas for drabble/fics, but my brain decided to write this out for now.

If you like sweets a lot he would be annoying as fuck about it 100%

I'm a bit hesitant to post like full fics or drabbles as I don't want to in the moment be like 'yeah, this is great!' Then look at it the next morning and be tweaking out because it feels OOC or I could have worded things better. Perfectionism is a fucking nightmare 🗣/lh

[thepenguinwriter]

Can you do Rosie x Gender Neutral! Reader finding out the reader is fallen angel? Romantic of course! Also, if it's not to much to ask could you make the reader masculine presenting? Thank you and have a wonderful day!

`` 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ``

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬' 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐧)

When Alastor brought with him the Princess of Hell to visit, you were certainly honored and happy to meet her. Your partner seemed to feel the same, and you got along quite well.

However, things soon turned awkward when she started talking about her own girlfriend. Another one, just like you.

Hearing her talk about how betrayed she felt, you couldn't look Rosie in the eyes, even trough her encouraging words.

'Actions speak the truth', she said. By all means, it should have calmed your nerves. But ever since that faithful meeting, it was all you thought about. The overwhelming guilt was starting to crush you, and it was then that you knew. You needed to confess everything.

°• ~♡~ •°

As you sat before your partner, taking sips of your warm tea, you couldn't help but feel bitter. You didn't want to ruin that sweet smile of hers, not now.. but if you waited more, the guilt would only get worse until you couldn't take it anymore.

You cleared your throat, clearing some dust off your black pants and fixing your tie. "Rosie?" You spoke up. "We need to talk."

The overlord's empty gaze focused fully on you, that same wide smile on her face. "What is it, darling?" She asked you.

You took a deep breath. "I.. I have something to confess," you began. "I haven't been entirely honest with you."

Your trembling hands clutched onto the fabric of your pants under the table. You didn't know how she'd react. Would she throw you out, leave you? No, surely not. She wasn't that cruel. Still, for some reason, you were more anxious than when they cast you down from Heaven in the first place.

"I'm not a sinner. I'm not from Hell, either. I.." you trailed off, finding it hard to speak. You didn't dare look up at her, missing her expression which was filled with a mix of concern and surprise.

"I am an angel. No, I.. I was an angel. They cast me down here as punishment. They deemed me dangerous and not suited for the Pearly Gates." You closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears that were rapidly forming. "I'm sorry I haven't told you yet.. I feel horrible..-"

Your words were cut off when you felt a pair of delicate arms wrap around you. Your breath hitched in your throat. "Y... You're not mad..?"

"Of course not," her voice soothed you into silence again. "I wish you'd told me sooner.. but, now I know. That's all that matters."

Your frown quickly evaporated, replaced instead by a big, grateful grin. You got up from your seat, pulling the overlord close to yourself and putting your arms around her. "I love you so much."

Her fingers trailed down your suit, her touch gentle as a feather. "I love you too, hun. This doesn't change that fact."

A/N: Rosie's back! I hope this satisfies you, dear! I've taken a little break from writing but I hope that's not too noticeable here :,D thank you so much for requesting!!

[liulith]

Cis man Vox is great, trans man Vox is great, trans woman Vox is great... But hear me out: bigender Vox.

As a human, Vee sees herself as an ambitious cis woman in a rich men's world and weaponizes femininity to her advantage while cursing the glass ceiling. She loves being a woman as much as she hates it and often wishes she was born male, fantasizes about how her life would be if she was a man, stares at men's clothes with longing... (🥚)

As a demon, he is reborn in a body that makes it easy to pass as a man: he can use a binder and change a few settings to make his voice deeper. He tells himself that "playing pretend" is simply the logical thing to do to protect himself and ascend to power (nevermind that there are several female Overlords. Yep, he's in denial)

Over the years, he slowly comes to terms with the fact that he enjoys being perceived as masculine in a way that has nothing to do with social status. Vox the businessman isn't just a persona, it's an actually identity that brings him joy and makes him feel good about himself.

He finally figured it out! He was a trans man all along! He decides to fully transition, and it feels great, for a while. Gender euphoria, baby.

And yet... As much as he loves being a man, some days, he misses being called a lady and wearing dresses. Isn't that just ironic? Suddenly, the longing is back. He feels just like he used to when he was human, only this time the genders are reversed.

He starts second-guessing himself, frustrated and anxious, and his internalized misogyny and old-timey perception of gender roles are NOT helping him process the situation at all. He starts overperforming masculinity to try and compensate for his doubts. Was he just faking masculinity so well that he fell for his own lie?? That can't be true. He loves being a man. He just... she, she just wishes she could sometimes be perceived as a woman, too. (and no, he can't settle for something in the middle or outside of the binary: it has to be one extreme or the other, like a binary signal of 0 or 1)

Thankfully for Vee, she's got an incredible adaptable biomechanical body. Once she finally figures out that she can be a woman one day and a man the next (because she can do whatever she wants, forever), and that her fem gender expression doesn't invalidate his masculinity in any way, she gets SO MANY upgrades <3

tl;dr: "cis" woman with strong gender envy and internalized misogyny -> "cis" demon "pretending" to be a man -> gender crisis -> transgender man?? -> wait a second -> gender crisis #2 -> bigender Vox <3

Also I think it's a fun parallel with Alastor, who is agender in my heart

It also works pretty well, thematically speaking: Vox as a symbol of change, constantly switching performances (+ binary signal jokes)