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Valentino x Reader

《 I'm so very behind on my requests and yet I still write things that weren't requested - sorry, 》

23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.” / 32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

    Your fingers brushed gently along his arm, spidering up the soft cloth of his jacket. Valentino glanced up at you with a small smirk, two of his hands flicking through the paperwork that was strewn along his desk.

    “Val, baby,” You draped an arm over his shoulder, leaning into the fluff that was around his throat, “You’ve been working for hours.”

    “Duty calls, sweetheart,” He turned his face and you felt his lips press to your cheek, “You know how it gets.”

    You let out an irritated whine and moved so that you were straddling his leg. Valentino moved one of his lower sets of hand to lay on your hip and you gave an innocent smile, leaning forward so that your face was right up against his, “You just never pay any attention to me, Val.”

    You could feel him roll his eyes, though his eyes never changed, “Baby doll. I pay attention to you near constantly.”

    You pressed a kiss to his cheek and rubbed your nose against the soft skin of his face, sighing again. You felt Valentino’s fingers grip your hip tighter and your smile turned a touch darker, another kiss pressed to his cheek, dangerously close to his jaw, “Hey, Val.”

    “Hey, what, sweetheart.” He rifled through his papers, his eyes flicking down to look at yours.

    “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later,” Your voice was low, your hips unconsciously rolling themselves into a small circle against his thigh, “With your hand in my hair,” Your tongue trailed along his jawline and you felt his lips begin to turn upward into a feral grin, “Choking on you.”

    “It does paint a real pretty picture, doesn’t it, sweetheart,” One of his hands trailed up your back and his finger twirled a piece of your hair, “Who says that it has to wait until later?”

    You stifled a giggle and pressed one more open mouthed kiss to his jaw before jumping off him, your grin wide, “You have paperwork, don’t you, Vee? I’ll see you later!”

    You turned to leave and you felt the aura of the room change, a dark chuckle coming from the pimp behind you. You felt the shift prickle against your skin deliciously, your thighs clenching at the sound of Valentino speaking.

    “Oh, babygirl,” You heard him set the packet of papers down and the chair be pushed backward, the rustle of his jacket as he unbuttoned it and set it aside, “You’d best turn your pretty little ass around and come back over here.”

    You looked over your shoulder, swallowing a ball of nervous laughter, “You told me you had work to do, Val.”

    Valentino’s fingers tapped along his thigh and he beckoned you forward with another hand, his grin malicious, “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

    You felt your pussy gush at the sound of him and your feet immediately began to walk toward him. His thighs were spread; you knew exactly where he wanted you. You came to stand between his legs and he raised a finger, making a circle motion.

    “Put on a little show for me, sweetness. You know how I like it.” He purred, one hand of his reaching out and brushing against your stomach.

    Any ounce of nervousness melted away and you grinned at him sweetly, tilting your head, “I dunno, Val. I might need your help.”

    The pimp sat forward and pulled you against him, his lower set of hands immediately going to the waistband of your pants and tearing them down. Valentino was never one to hide his desperation; if he wanted something, he was going to have it, no matter what stood in his way. You stepped out of your pants at the same time that his upper set of hands tore your shirt in half and tossed the scraps off to the side.

    “Val, I liked that shirt -”

    His hands forced you closer to him and his mouth encased your nipple, teeth nipping and tongue flicking. Your eyes widened and you gasped, hands flying to the fluff around his throat. His lower set of hands went to your ass and began to knead the flesh, keeping you locked into place.

    Not that you really wanted to move.

    He pulled away from you and grinned, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder, “On your knees, princess. Show me what you were plannin’.’

    Your mouth instinctively watered as he pushed you down onto your knees in front of him. Your hands flew to the fly of his trousers and set to work on the belt buckle, prying it apart so that you were able to fish his dick out from inside. He never wore boxers under his trousers; easier access.

    Valentino shifted, pulling his belt from around his waist and setting it on the desk behind you. You watched him settle back in his chair, your eyes eager; waiting.

    “Go on, kitten. Show me what you can do.” He purred, one of his hands threading through your hair and holding it away from your face.

    You lowered your gaze from his face to the cock in front of you. You had one hand wrapped around the base and your tongue slid out between your lips, instinctively wetting them in preparation. You shuffled forward slightly and pressed your lips against each of the piercings along the underside; four little bars. Valentino hummed with approval, his fingers curling around your hair and giving you a few tugs to encourage you.

    You smiled and let your tongue slip further from your lips, running from the base to the head, where you began to swirl your tongue around it. His breathing faltered and you hummed, collecting the spit in your mouth and then drooling it over the head of his cock. One of your hands moved to spread it evenly down his length, tongue still tracing over each ridge that you could find.

    “Good girl,” He growled, the sound coming from somewhere in his chest, another hand reaching for your hair and threading through some of the loose locks.

    You winked up at him and wrapped your lips around the head, tongue feeling the smoothness of the tip. You made sure to work it past your teeth, at least, though he was so thick that it was a struggle to get it much further. Valentino groaned at the moment that you hallowed out your cheeks and sucked, his fingers gripping in your hair.

    “Just like that,” His eyes were slitted, watching you bob your head down his length, his other two hands gripping the sides of his chair, “Beautiful.”

    You pulled off his cock and smiled, pressing a kiss to the head and then moving your lips to press open mouthed kisses along the underside. The ridges of his dick and the piercings were a nice addition; it wasn’t just smooth skin, it was so much more and so much better. You shivered, remembering just how good he felt when he was inside of you.

    One of your hands lazily pumped him, occasionally drifting to the top to gather more of his precum to add some wetness to the movement. His fingers curled in your hair and tugged you forcefully back down onto his dick, your mouth immediately opening to accept him.

    His hips thrust upward and you coughed around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You took a shallow breath through your nose and tried to relax your throat, hand moving from the base of his cock to his thigh, gripping it for dear life as he fucked your face. 

    After a few seconds, he pulled your head away from him and pulled you up by your throat. You willingly went with him, gasping for air as his lower set of hands gripped your thighs and pulled you up onto his lap, your pussy immediately brushing against his cock.

    Valentino pulled your face to his, his tongue pushing eagerly through your lips and meeting yours. You reached out and gripped onto the fluff of his throat, lips working against his as you attempted to fight his tongue.

    “You look gorgeous between my legs, dollface,” He pulled away from your face and grinned, one of his hands reaching down to press against your sopping entrance, “Look how wet you got for me from just that.”

    “Yes,” You whispered, your hips grinding down onto his hand to seek out some sort of friction, “Please, Val -”

    “Please what, sweetheart?” His lips and teeth trailed down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin and making your head arch backward to give him more room.

    “Fuck me, Val, please,” You begged, voice broken, hazy with his smell and his hands all over you, feeling as if there were so many more than just four, “I want -”

    “You want to ride me, sweets? Right here in my office?” He smirked against your collarbone, “Where anyone can just walk in whenever. They can see just how beautiful you look, bouncin’ on my dick.”

    Your throat closed up slightly at the image, both sending a rush of pleasure to your core and sending waves of nerves through your brain. You didn’t have the chance to say anything - Valentino gripped your hips in a bruising grasp and pushed you down onto his cock in one fell swoop.

    The ridges and the piercings pushed against your walls uncomfortably for a moment before your body automatically relaxed and you let out a long moan, gripping the fluff. You tossed your head back as you began to move, hips just knowing what to do. 

    Valentino groaned and shifted so that he was able to thrust up into you, his other set of hands reaching up to grip your breasts as you bounced. The pleasure coursed through you like fire; it didn’t help that Valentino was extremely vocal, each noise he made going straight through you.

    After a few more thrusts, Valentino gave a savage growl and picked you up by the backs of your thighs, not moving from inside of you and standing as he tossed you onto the paperwork on his desk. His lower sets of hands held your thighs apart as he thrust into you; your legs immediately doing their best to wrap around his waist and just hold him against you. 

    “Val, f-fuck, ahh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as one of his hands moved from your thigh to your clit, attacking it with a ferocity that you expected from him, “Mmm!”

    “Keep singin’ for me, babygirl,” He pushed his face into your throat, teeth sinking into the flesh.

    It was the spike of pain from that movement that sent you over the edge, your hands reaching for any grip as your body seized. You let out a wail of his name, back arching up into him and eyes clenched tightly. You felt and heard him groan against your skin and his hips stuttered against yours, his claws digging into your skin.

    “Fuck, babygirl,” He let out an animalistic growl as he came, teeth pulling from your skin and tongue sloppily moving over the mark he’d left, “So fuckin’ tight.”

    You shuddered as he came to a stop, your chest sharply rising and falling with each breath that you took. Valentino pulled away from your throat and grinned at you, his golden tooth shining brightly in the light that was above the desk.

    With that grin - you knew the both of you were far from done.

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Run Rabbit Run Pt. 2 - Valentino/Reader/Vox

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You don’t immediately leave your hiding spot. You don’t know if Valentino was going to be hiding around the corner, waiting for you to come out thinking that the coast was clear. You wait and wait and wait, pressed as much against the back of the closet as you can be, curled into as small a ball as you can make yourself. You count the minutes while you wait, taking this reprieve to catch your breath while you do so.

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Hi, I absolutely ADORE your writing! 💖💖 Could I request an Alastor x Reader scenario where you're giving him his first blowjob? Thank you so much!!😁😁

Hi anon! I decided to do Human Alastor (Alistair) for this one, so if it’s not to your taste feel free to request this again and I’ll do it with Demon Al! I have plenty of fluffy hcs for Alistair, he’s a sweet lad that’s a smidgen unhinged :3 Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

Alistair’s S/O Giving him his First Blowjob

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Valentino x Reader

His fingers dug into your thighs and wretched them apart. You weren't complaining, you quickly moved them further so that he could settle between them. You felt Valentino's teeth start to drift and drag over the back of your neck and you shivered, pushing forward onto the wall as a support.

"You've been ready for this," his lower set of arms raked down your sides, thumbs hooking on the side of your leggings. You shuffled out of them, your fingers scratching at the wall to try and find purchase, "I could smell you the moment you walked in."

His voice was rich and gravelly and you let out a whimper as his hand reached between your legs and cupped your dripping pussy, "Absolutely dripping for me."

"Mm, please," you whispered, voice crackling with want.

"Please what?" Val's finger started to drag slow circles around your slit, making sure to keep just far away from your clit to have your hips jut forward.

You whined softly, leaning your head back so that Valentino's teeth could sink into your throat, "Pl-pleaase daddy, please -"

He purred at your response and his fingers moved to your core, two of them easily finding their way inside of you. You cried out and reached an arm back, tangling it in the fluff around his neck. Valentino hissed in your ear and you gasped as his thumb began to rub sharply at your clit.

"So needy for me," his lips brushed against the lobe of your ear with every word, "Coming to me, practically begging to be fucked."

His fingers curled inside of you and you let out a cry. Valentino knew what he was doing - he knew just how to fiddle with your body in all the right ways.

"Y-yes, daddy," you panted as one of his hands wrapped around your chest and began to roughly toy with your nipple, "Oh, f-ahh, fuck!"

"Such a vile mouth for such a sweet girl," He murmured to you, his fingers picking up the pace, "Perhaps you should watch - your - mouth."

Another hand of his snaked to your mouth and you gladly opened up, his fingers pinching and pulling your tongue as you moaned out around him.

"S-sorry," you gasped around him, your hips rutting backward to try and gain more friction. Your ass ground against his still-clothed cock and he growled lowly, scissoring his fingers inside of you.

"You want me to fuck you against this wall?" He mocked you, voice sickly sweet, "Mark you, make you mine?"

You nodded vigorously and he pulled his hand from your mouth and your cunt. You whined softly at the loss and felt him move slightly; the sound of rustling and then a zipper filled your ears. When his cock moved to press against you, you let out a moan.

"Yes, daddy, plea-se." You pushed back down onto him at the time that he roughly shoved himself inside of you, "Ah!"

He set a relentless pace. His voice growled low filthy things to you, an occasional grunt from him when you pulled too rough on his fluff. One of his hands continued its assault on your nipple, one on your clit and two on your hips. He held you in place as he made due with his promise, fucking you so hard into the wall that you thought it would collapse from the pressure. 

It wasn't long before you felt like you were going to snap, "Oh- da-daddy please lemme - ahhhn, lemme cum, pl-ease."

He chuckled lowly and shook his head, tongue trailing over the shell of your ear, "Kitten, if you cum now, you will definitely regret it."

You gasped and arched your back into him, trying your best to stave off the impending orgasm that was quickly clouding your mind and making your pussy clench around him. You tried so hard -

It was futile. With the way he was growling in your ear, the feel of him against you and the relentless circling of your clit overpowered you. Your world shattered around you as you attempted to claw at the wall, pleasure coursing through you like fire. Valentino didn't slow down the entire time and when you flew down from your high, your pleasure was already starting to rebuild.

"You didn't listen," Val's teeth bit sharply at your shoulder and you gasped, "And now you're going to pay for it."

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Honestly? This would be *fun* for me.

Maybe I'm just a weirdo

Run Rabbit Run Pt. 1 - Valentino/Reader/Vox

TW: Minor mentions of non-con and abuse

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Your legs burn from all the running you’ve been doing in the long, dark hallways of this mansion. You don’t even know where it could possibly be residing. In a city? In the middle of nowhere? You don’t know and you don’t care, it’s been your prison for too long and you had to leave.

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that human! Mobster Vox x pornstar! s/o is quite intriguing, would you mind typing up a smut drabble? thank you 👀💦

Nyoho, this was fun to write. Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

Mobster!Vox x Pornstar!S/O

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Say it - Vox/Reader

TW: Torture, manipulation

“C’mon pet, you can do it,” Vox purred, one large hand cradling your head, his thumb poking into your mouth and forcing it open. All that came out was a pained, choked wheeze as the cord around your throat tightened. His laughter filled the small, dark room, his face-screen the only light you had. “Aw, you almost had it that time.”

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Yes please

It’s Cold Outside - Valentino/Reader

To say it was cold outside would be like saying the sea is rather large.

It was fucking freezing. Not many would think Hell could get cold, but it can. It goes through the same seasons it does back up top in the living world. The only problem is it’s more intense down here than up top.

It doesn’t rain, it pours.

It doesn’t get slightly breezy, it’s practically a hurricane.

It doesn’t get chilly, it’s hypothermia-inducing.

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CAN I REQUEST JUST,,, ALASTOR WITH A SHORT, SWEET, INNOCENT S/O JUST WHATEVER YOU CAN WRITE ILL BE HAPPY ID BE MORE SPECIFIC BUT IM ALREADY EMBARRASSED ENOUGH SO ILL LEAVE IT AT THAT

◇• Hope this works! I liked doing a lil softer of something (: •◇

58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” / 78) "Shh, don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

    You hummed to yourself as you pulled a book from the shelf, turning it over and reading over the description on the back. It seemed interesting enough and you trapised back over to the couch, tucking your feet under you as you pressed your side into Alastor’s. He let out a soft hum at the intrusion, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

    Your head fell against his chest and you shuffled slightly so that your knees were holding your book up and you opened up to the first page. Soft claws began to rake down your upper arm and you shivered against the touch, leaning slightly into it. Alastor's fingers spidered along your arm and up across your collarbones. The shirt you wore was an off the shoulder and had fallen down slightly, causing more of your skin to peek out.

 You turned slightly, blinking nervously up at Alastor as you kept your finger tucked in the book so you wouldn't lose your spot on the first few pages. Al had set down his own book, his eyes glowing as he watched you.

 "What?" You were quiet as you asked him, cheeks flushed at the soft feeling of his claws now moving against the column of your throat.

 "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly discracting." His voice was a low rumble, the crackling of his static prickling your skin.

 You huffed and turned away from him, opening the book once more as you attempted to hide your reddened cheeks in the novel. His fingers continued to sweep over you and you felt yourself shift closer to him unconsciously. 

 His fingers dipped below your shirt and you stiffened slightly as he ran the pads of his fingers over your skin, the curve of his claws still shifting over you. You continued to try and focus on the words in front of you but your vision began to swim and you let out a soft gasp as his fingers encased one of your nipples, rolling the flesh.

 You shakily turned the page, your chest arching slightly. He pulled on your nipple lazily and you moved your gaze from the book to the demon beside you, his grin stretched across his teeth.

 "Wh-what are you doing?" Your voice caught and Alastor chuckled lowly, moving his hand from your shirt. For a moment, you thought he would leave you be, but he reached over and gripped onto your hip, pulling you up onto his lap so you were straddling him. 

 The book was removed from your hands and you moved them to his  shoulders, settling down on his pelvis. You let out a soft noise as your core came to rest on him, his grin spreading and the glow in his eyes burning brighter. His hand came to cup your cheek and he pulled you over to him, his lips coming to rest against yours. You gave a soft sigh and wrapped your arms around him, fingers curling into the bottom of his hair. 

 Alastor's lips were soft and you could feel the smile against your lips as his tongue swept out from his and against yours. A shiver wracked through you as you parted your lips and tentatively touched your tongue to his, the two of yours twisting and dancing around each other. You rolled your hips once and let out a soft gasp, his tongue taking advantage of the weakness and sweeping through your entire mouth.

 You pulled back from him, your cheeks flushed and a whine coming from the back of your throat. The dark chuckle he gave caused your hips to roll once more and you could feel him below you. 

 "Al, I-"

 "Shh, darling," he started to place soft kisses down your jaw and you tipped your head backward, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

 You let out a soft moan as his tongue swirled at the base of your throat, his fingers sliding up the bottom of your shirt and grasping your breasts in his hands. You felt your hips start to move of their own accord, thrusting and grinding against him as you sought out a way to relieve the ache between your legs from just the few ministrations. 

 Alastor pulled away from your throat for the few seconds it took him to pull your shirt up over your head. You watched it go with a shiver and one arm automatically moved from his shoulder to wrap around your chest. He let out a soft hum and his tongue dipped to where your arm met your chest and you found yourself loosening until he worked his way into the crevice. You moved your arm and almost immediately, your lips broke in a moan as his tongue began to lap at the hardened nub.

Your hand flew to his hair and you gripped it tightly as he took his time bathing you with his tongue. He was warm and wet and it sent shivers down your spine with every movement he made. You felt his hands grip your hips and he lifted you off him, laying you on the couch and crawling over you.

Alastor loomed over you; he was so much taller and you let out a quiet squeak when his pelvis rut into yours. Your hands flew to his shoulders and you let out a moan when his tongue met your nipple once more. As you writhed below him, Alastor's hands slid to the button of your pants and he pulled them down your legs, along with your panties, tossing them to the side.

Slowly, Alastor made his way down your body in a flurry of wet kisses. You let out soft gasps here and there, a moan ripping through you when his tongue finally came to slide along your slit.

"Mm, please," You keened softly, tilting your hips upward so he had better access. Your hand slid into his hair and the other gripped one of his antlers, holding onto it as he began to work wonders between your legs.

His tongue curled and brushed every sensitive part, particularly against the nub at the top. Your hips bucked and your grip strengthed as a moan shuddered through you, your body shivering when his tongue moved to curl inside of you. Your legs spread further and you jerked yourself into the feeling.

Alastor pulled back slightly and chuckled, licking his lips, "You taste divine, darling."

Your protest was cut off by his tongue running harsh circles against your clit. You cried out as you felt the knot inside of you expand and then snap, your world going white as pleasure coursed through you. You froze under Alastor, eyes wide and mouth gaping for air as he continued to stroke your clit with his tongue while you came.

He pressed down a little too hard and you shivered, squirming, "Sen-sensitive-!"

Alastor peered up at you, a grin on his face. You could see your cum decorating his lips as he slowly licked them clean before speaking.

"I do hope you recover soon, darling. This isn't the end."

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I have an idea; Al and your choice trying to see who can make reader cum first? They've also been making reader edge or denying them an orgasm and reader is just a squirming mess?

I decided to use my boy Vox because I’ve developed an unexplainable crush on the lad. Thank you for requesting, please enjoy!

Alastor and Vox Racing to Make their S/O Cum

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This isn't NSFW but I drew this and wanted to show the world lmao

I wanted a background with my 4 favorite boys so I made it myself ❣

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Fuck me up man

17. "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

18. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

48. "I can't wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin of yours."

https://youtu.be/AJsh12a-y0U ←

The hotel wasn't particularly busy and the quiet was grating on Charlie's nerves so she had tasked Alastor with breaking it up. The Radio Demon's fingers danced across the ivory keys, a chipper tune drifting from the instrument and filling the empty foyer. Angel and Husk didn't appreciate the music as much as Charlie did, or you would have. His thoughts wandered to you once more, what were you doing? Were you thinking of him? Were you fluttering about the kitchen making your breakfast? His tail twitched lightly at the memories of dodging around each other while cooking, his smile becoming a little more genuine.

Charlie smiled softly at the buck, slyly pulling out her hellphone and opening snap. She took a short clip, catching the serene smile on his face and the slight rustling of his coat.

[I bet he's thinking about you 🤭]

She sent the clip to your account, smiling when she got the notification that you read it.

You grinned down at your phone, tugging your towel closer and pushing your wet hair over the other shoulder.

[I'd hope so, I might cry if someone else made him that happy]

Charlie giggled lightly at your response, looking up when the previous tune ended and he began another song.

[It's so dead here, it hasn't been this quiet since before the interview 😓]

A pout crossed your lips at the kind blonde's message, thinking for a moment before tapping out another one.

[Let me get dressed, I'll head over and see if I can liven the place up a little 😜]

The princess couldn't help the excited squeal she let out at the prospect of her friend dropping by and happily plopped onto a stool by the bar.

Alastor raised a brow at her little outburst and rolled his eyes playfully. The buck lightly hummed along with the music, his eyes drifting closed.

You stood in front of the mirror, some soft swing playing as you swayed your hips and towel dried your hair. You hummed as you shimmied up your skirt and contemplated a top, your eyes landing on some red satin on the bed with a grin.

[On my way, lovey 😘]

You trotted up the steps of the hotel, your boots clicking against the pavement as you swung open the door. You grinned as the high energy of the ragtime music hit you, the beat rolling through you to your toes.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" You looked up at Al's amused tone, his eyes closed and one ear flickered to you.

"How would you know?" You teased back.

"You don't happen to harbor the scent of cinnamon usually." He grinned, his crimson eyes landing on you finally and looking you over with a hum. You giggled lightly and did a turn for him while the song ended. You went to speak but were practically tackled by Charlie who was in a fit of giggles.

"You came!" She swang you into a dance as Al began another song. She spun you around, taking the lead and directing you over the soft carpet while you both laughed.

"Of course I did! I told you I would." She pulled you into a big hug as the song neared its end. Charlie released you with a smile.

"I just wanted first claim on you." She giggled, her grin widening when Al shot her a look. You whipped to look over at the stag when the first few notes of Fur Elise rang out.

You knew what he was starting.

Your eyes pleaded with Charlie and she gestured for you to join your mate. You quickly slid onto the bench beside him, settling into his side under his arm as you picked up the other half of the song. You bounced happily as the beat picked up.

"So what made you decide to knick my night shirt, darling?" You snickered at his question and reached over him for a few keys.

"Maybe I missed you," you began "it smells like you, and it's comfy." You didn't look at him, but you felt his gaze slide over your body, lingering on your skirt that had ridden up your thighs.

"And the skirt?"

Your smile turned wolfish "to have you look at me like you are." The noise the man beside you let out was much akin to a purr, low enough only you could hear.

"I can't wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin of yours." He rumbled in your ear, loving the flush that crawled across your cheeks almost hiding some of your freckles.

You cleared your throat "that a threat or a promise, big boy?" You teased back, grinning as he hummed.

"Have I never kept my word, Doll?" He cast his eyes forward to the keys, watching your much smaller hands dance over them.

"I suppose not," you sing-songed, leaning into him as the song ended, grin softening to a small smile when Al wrapped an arm around you. You nuzzled his cheek before hopping back up to continue with Charlie since she had requested your help with various mundane tasks until business picked up again.

You were getting ready to leave and had to laugh at how lost in the music Alastor seemed to be. He'd been playing for a fair amount of time, but he didn't seem bothered in the slightest by it, you'd seen him get like this in the music room back at the estate as well. "I'll see ya later, Twizz?" He looked up and beckoned you over with a finger before quickly replacing it. You cocked your head and leaned closer to the radio host when he indicated so.

"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me." His voice was low, and lacking the usual overly of static, the velvet tone and the promise behind it sent a shock to your core. "Now run along little doe!" His chipper tone had returned "I shan't be long." Your eyes widened and you couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.

"I'll be waiting~"

He had been truthful, it hadn't been long that you'd been on your stomach waiting until you heard the door open. You quickly set your phone aside and settled into your knees and elbows when you heard the soft clicking of his hooves coming down the hall. You adjusted so your rear was to the door, only able to see in a reflection of the picture on the side table.

Alastor hummed deeply at the sight that greeted him when he opened your shared bedroom door, the crackling sound piercing straight to your core. His grin took on a bit of a smug air at the meek and needy sound you released. Your eyes watched his reflection as he approached, drawing a gentle claw down the curve of your back making you glance back at him mewling at the look of him; his tie was undone along with the first three buttons of his shirt and his belt. He kneeled on the bed behind you and leaned over your body, pressing flush against your back and kissing up your neck. You breathed out a little sigh and tilted your head to give him better access, breath hitching when he suckled a fresh bruise to the flesh.

You groaned when he ground his hips slowly against your ass and dragged a trail of nips across your shoulders. His hair tickled along your skin as he continued to litter love bites across your body. You pushed back against him, whining when he held your hips in place "Patience, my darling," he rumbled, the vibration in his chest tingling your back "good things come to those who wait."

Alastor thread a hand in your hair, his claws scraping at your scalp and gently pulling at your roots. Your breath hitched in your throat while you leaned into his touch, his other hand sliding around to snake down your stomach and toy with your clit. You arched against him with a quiet mewl, rocking into his hand as he chuckled. Just as quickly as he was there he was gone, you were about to protest when he swiftly flipped you onto your back and leaned in to attack your neck, easily leaving a few more marks. His hands slid up the soft curves of your body and he laced his fingers with your own, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

When you parted Al leaned down, pressing his body against you with his lips by your ear "if you want to smell like me so badly, I'll make sure you're covered in my scent when we're through." He purred, running his tongue along the shell of you ear, chuckling at the shudder that ran through your body.

"Please, Al…" you whined, squirming under him, getting upset with the imbalance, he was still fully clothed. He released your hands while he kissed down your chest and your hands snuck up to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. You slid your hands over his back, your nails gently scraping over the scars there, his hum making you smile as it crackled with static. You gasped when his mouth closed over a nipple, a hand coming up to roll the other one between his fingers, your back arching with the light zaps from his fingertips. You squealed lightly when he sucked a dark bruise above your breast.

"My apologies," he teased, placing a gentle kiss against the mark. You laughed breathily, rolling you hips into his own, grinning triumphantly when his own breathing hitched.

"My apologies~" you mocked, sliding your hands down his chest, taking a moment to flutter around his pronounced ribs before dipping down to unbutton his slacks and push them down. The stag above you laughed lightly at your eagerness and sat back to discard his shirt. He went to lean back over you and you spread a palm over his chest "c'moooon," you whined "lose the pants, I've been naked for /hours/.” he rolled his eyes and stood up sliding off his slacks, flicking his tail out. "Can I convince you to do a turn?" His nose crinkled and an ear flattened at the request. "Ah, okay, well it was worth a try." His expression softened once more when you opened your arms to him and he came back over, wrapping his own arms around you.

Alastor leaned in for a gentle kiss, brushing the backs of his fingers across your cheek, deepening the kiss. You hummed quietly when he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip and granted him entrance, a small moan escaping you at the taste of him. He pulled back and you followed for a moment before he started kissing down your body and propped your thighs over his shoulders. You felt butterflies tumble around in your stomach at the look he gave you while he drew a slow lick over your folds. You hooked your feet together behind his back and immediately grabbed onto his rack (which had been steadily growing), making him let out a pleased hum while his eyes slid closed.

"Fuck, Alastor…" you whimpered when his tongue delved inside and his thumb rubbed small circles to your sensitive clit. He went slowly, adamant on savoring you and not pushing you over that peak yet. He stilled for a moment, trying to hold back a groan when you moved one hand to his ear and you began to gently stroke it. He rocked his hips slightly, humming when his cock slipped against the sheets. Catching the motion you moved you other hand to his other ear and he just about broke skin with his grip on your thigh, the crackling groan that left him made your pussy clench around his long tongue. "Sh-shit… that's the spot, ain't it?" You chuckled, whining when he bit your inner thigh.

"A sssecret you'll die with, my D-arling." He rumbled out, trying to keep composure when you tightened your grip on the silky appendages. You rolled your eyes at his idle threat, knowing you were entirely safe with the wendigo. He crawled up, settling between your hips again.

"What if I do this?" You pinched and twisted the tip of one of his ears, relishing in the pure static sound he released while he bucked against you. You paused for a moment when he shook against you "Alastor? Are you-" Al swallowed your words when he swooped in for a demanding kiss, rutting against you once more. You moaned into his mouth, reaching down to gently grasp his length. The stag got the message and gently guided his cock along your folds, coating it in your slick before slowly sliding into your pussy.

You were pleasantly shocked by his gentle pace, and soft open mouthed kisses he dragged along your throat. Alastor slid a hand into your hair, cradling your head while he panted. "je t'aime ma reine." You smiled softly, moaning lowly in his ear. He didn't speak French overly often, but when he did he was usually murmuring sweet nothings. You gently tugged on his hair when he hit a particularly good spot.

"Th-there, again, please!" He chuckled, nodding against your throat and picking up his pace trying to keep within the same zone. You hooked your legs around his hips while he gripped onto your thigh, easily leaving bruises in his wake.

"comme ça, ma chérie?" He inquired, putting more power behind his thrusts when you gaped and nodded, hiding your face in his hair. He pulled on your hair making you arch into him with a whine while his other hand went back to your clit starting a furious pace

"Oh god," you huffed out "daddy ple-ease" you bit down on his shoulder to quiet your moans when he started pounding into you, his pace stuttering at the bite. You felt the static grow around you again, wailing when it broke with a shock to your clit, your whole body spasming at the sensation. You felt a little drop of drool slip against your skin and you looked up to his face, the sight alone just about tipping you over. His hair was ruffled, ears back a healthy flush across his cheeks and crinkled nose. You slipped your hand down and tightly gripped his tail.

Alastor's crimson eyes shot open at the shocking feeling and had you cumming with a particularly deep thrust, you clung to him while he rut into you a few more times before releasing deep within you with a groan. He gave a few slow thrusts, to help the both of you ride out the high.

You panted and laid your head back on the pillows, a shuddering sigh leaving you. "Are you alright my love?" He murmured lowly, kissing across your face, smiling when you nodded softly and nuzzled into his hand.

"Lovely."

[uncleantrash]

◇• This is 2p!Alastor - if you don't know what 2p is, it's sorta a second personality. Instead of hella dom daddy Al, we get soft sub boy. I was in the mood to dominate •◇

2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.” / 35) "Maybe I should get you a collar so you remember who you belong to."

    His ears lay flat across the back of his head and you raised an eyebrow at him, your fingers spidering across the flat plane of his chest. Blue gave a soft whimper at the feeling of you tweaking his nipples, your hips grinding downward onto his.

    “Please,” He whispered, blinking rapidly as you continued to trace your nails on his skin, swirling soft patterns into the faintly scarred chest.

    “Please, what, sweetheart?” You leaned over him, still moving your hips in soft circles on his. Your hand moved to gently scrape against his collarbone and he whimpered, tilting his head up further.

    His lips parted and before he could speak, you allowed your tongue to lazily move down the column of his throat. He gave a soft whine at the sensation, your teeth dragging across the skin as you swirled circles onto it. Blue’s breath caught as you latched onto the spot where his throat met his collarbone and you bit down onto it, sucking the skin between your lips until there was a bright red hickey in its place.

    You sat up, eyes bright as you looked at it, “Mine.” The sound of your voice caused a shudder to ripple through him and you grinned, teeth showing just slightly, “Such a good boy, aren’t you, Blue?”

    He nodded frantically, eyes wide as saucers, “Yes, yes, I am.”

    “My good boy.” You dipped forward and began to press soft kisses to the line of his jaw, “What does my boy want as a reward for being so good?”

    “You,” His voice was breathless as his hands, once laying flat on his sides, started to run up your bare thighs, “Please.”

    You gave a soft hum of approval, moving forward. You settled your thighs around his head and Blue gave a soft breath of contentment, his tongue immediately swiping upward and running along your folds. You tested him by laying more pressure onto his face and he tightened his grip on your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Your head tipped back and you let out a soft moan as he started to run his tongue around your clit, his claws digging into your soft skin.

    You felt the pressure build slowly, leisurely. Your hips moved in time to the laps of his tongue, your breath growing heavier and a soft whimper coming from the back of your throat as he tipped you closer to the edge. 

    “Stop, Blue,” You murmured, expecting him to stop as he usually did when you ordered him to do so.

    He didn’t - his tongue furiously lapped at you and you felt your toes curl as your orgasm washed over you. Your thighs tightened around his head and you reached down, carding your fingers through his hair and pulling on it as you gasped for air. Your pussy quivered at the sensation of his tongue against you and you abruptly pulled away from him, your lips immediately turning downward into a frown.

    “Blue,” You straddled his hips once more, leaning over and wrapping your hand tightly around his throat, “What did I say?”

    “Stop,” He whimpered, closing his eyes against the disappointed glare you were giving him, though his head tipped backward at the feeling of your hand around his throat, “I didn’t stop.”

    “Maybe I should get you a collar,” You squeezed tighter, “so you remember who you belong to.” 

    “I’m sorry,” He gasped out, grinding his hips upward onto yours.

    You let out a soft breath, loosening your grip on his throat but not quite letting go as you moved away from his hips. Blue let out a soft whine at the loss of pressure to his cock and you used one hand to tug at the band of his briefs, his two hands moving them and his leg kicking the briefs away.

    “You’re my good boy, remember? You listen, you get rewards.” You ran your thumb across his throat, reaching backward for his cock and shifting your hips to left up above him, “You didn’t listen.”

    His eyes widened again as he watched you impale yourself on his cock. The feeling of you stretching around him, so wet from your last orgasm was almost too much for him and he rut his hips upward, a curse breaking from your lips as he swiftly shoved himself into you. You were about to chide him for his impatience, but the desperate look of relief on his face was enough to have you roll your hips against him.

    Blue let out a gasp and his head tilted back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You used your knees to propel yourself upward, propping one hand on his chest and using that to spur yourself onward as you rode him. Your other hand remained at his throat and you tightened your grip, a grin coming to your face.

    “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, Blue.” Your voice was throaty and you let out a gasp at the end of your sentence as you felt his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

    “More,” He let out a moan, his hips snapping up to meet yours, hands moving to your hips as he helped to move you against him.

    You tried your best to keep your hand on his throat, though in the end, you splayed it on his chest in favor of riding him faster. The sounds that kept escaping him and the color his cheeks turned from the image of you on top of him was enough to spur you on and you took hold of one of his hands, putting it on your breast.

    He got the message quickly and began to roll your nipple between his fingers, his tongue sweeping out of his mouth as he imagined suckling on it. Blue seemed to be unable to hold back the imagery and he sat up, coming close to you as you continued to sway your hips on top of him. His lips encased your nipple as he played with the other and you felt your pussy clench around him.

    Your fingers threaded in his hair and you held him there, feeling his thighs begin to quake. This was one of his tells, you knew, so you tightened your grip and yanked backward on his hair, pulling his face up to yours and locking your lips together. Blue groaned into your mouth as his hands wrapped around to your ass, shoving you roughly up once before slamming you down and holding you there.

    Blue came inside of you, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and into yours as he moaned and whimpered at the sensation of you tugging at his hair, one hand rubbing at the soft flesh of his ear. It only took a few more movements before you felt yourself cum around him, your walls tightening impossibly and your own moans meeting his.

    He nearly crumpled after, his eyes wide as he fell backward onto the pillow. You moved to get off him and ran your nails up his chest once, eyes warm as you looked at him. He had a few scratch marks and hickeys, as well as a ring around his throat from where you may have squeezed a tad too hard. All in all, you were pleased with how utterly disheveled he looked.

    You leaned forward to him and pressed your lips against his in a gentle kiss and he let out a soft sigh of contentment, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him. You broke apart from him for a second, smiling at him warmly.

    “My good little pet.” You murmured and he shivered, pulling you back in to kiss you once again.

[uncleantrash]

Could you please do; 69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.” 91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?” 92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” For Alastor X a reader in heat?? I know three is a bit much to try and fit in one piece of writing, so if you only want to do two of them, please could you do 91 and 92?? Thank u!

◇• I usually try to stick to some sort of limit but I went wild with this one, hope you enjoy x3 •◇.

69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.” / 91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?” / 92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”

    Alastor hadn’t seen you in hours. Normally, you were constantly by his side, per his request, as he worked his normal duties at the hotel. He wasn’t sure he’d even noticed you leave the house that morning. There was no tell of you at the hotel at all - it was slowly eating at the corner of his mind. 

    At the end of the workday, Alastor left the hotel in a flurry of goodbyes and ‘see you tomorrow’s!’. He arrived back at his estate and was promptly assaulted with just the raw smell of you. It sent a shockwave through him and felt a primal grin spread across his face as he let his microphone disappear and he headed inside.

    You were curled up on the couch in the parlour, knees tucked up to your chest as you shook. You could feel how wet you were and you felt like you were on fire at the same time as being shrouded in ice. Just the sensation of your own shirt against your nipples caused them to stiffen and for the millionth time that day, you sent your hands down the front of your panties and began to toy your fingers on your clit, doing your best to try and ebb the heat that was rushing through you.

    You felt his static start to prickle at your skin at the same time that you pushed two fingers inside of you, your moan spilling from your lips at the sensation of him fully around you while he was still at the doorway. Your fingers sped up, spreading and twisting along your walls as you attempted to chase down the orgasm that had been evading you all day.

    “Al,” you whined as you felt him walk into the room, turning in your nest of blankets to watch as he came closer. The look on your face made your body twist in warmth and you pulled your fingers from you, your breath escaping in rough pants. Being caught in such a state caused your face to burn and you pulled a blanket over you, trying to ignore the smell of him that had started to penetrate the room.

    “Mmm, is my little princess getting shy?” His voice was thick and rough and you felt your thighs part just a little from the tone of his crackling filter, “Come out, darling.”

    You immediately obeyed, shaky fingers pushing the blanket away from your face and you choked on your own spit when you realized he was right in front of you. His grin was maniacal and his hand outstretched, pushing the blankets aside so that he could grip your throat in his hand. You keened at the feeling of him touching you, shedding yourself of more of the blankets so that he had more open access to your skin.

    “It’s that time, isn’t it?” His free hand reached out and he slid a soft finger down your cheek, you leaning into the sensation. A soft whimper came from the back of your throat as his hand around your neck tightened and you felt your thighs clamp tightly together. You nodded sharply, scooting yourself closer to the edge of the couch and reaching up, grabbing onto the hand that was slowly stroking your heated skin.

    Alastor chuckled, kneeling in front of you. You blinked feverishly as he let go of your throat and his hands pushed more of the blankets away, the pair coming to grip tightly onto your hips, “Come here, darling, and let daddy take care of you.”

    You felt your pussy gush at the thought of him inside of you and you let out a gasping moan as he lowered his face to meet your still clothed slit, his lips running soft kisses on top of the material and over your inner thighs. His tongue laved at the warm skin and your hands frantically gripped at his hair, eyes wide.

    “Please, daddy,” You begged, spreading your legs more for him, “Please.”

    Alastor’s grin widened and he used a finger to push away the strip of your panties that covered your throbbing slit. It was coated in your slick and he hummed at the wet fabric, his tongue curling against your folds.

    You let out an audible gasp and tightened your fingers in his hair, the dizzying sensation of his tongue, wet and warm, fought against the heat that was curling inside of you and within minutes, you were already on the brink of an orgasm that had been just out of your reach all day. Right before you reached it, however, Alastor pulled away from you lazily, his lips smeared with your slick.

    “Be patient, darling.” His voice crackled along your skin and you arched upward, your heart racing as his tongue dipped back to your clit, flicking along it and a finger of his coming to move inside of you and curl up against your walls.

    Your eyes blinked repeatedly as you gripped his hair tighter. Alastor attempted to pull away from you when you were crashing on the edge, but your grip on him was far too tight and your legs had come to lock on either side of his head, holding him in place. You let out a scream as your orgasm wrecked you, pleasure spiralling through your entire body and setting each nerve on fire. His tongue continued it’s lazy rolling across your folds and you let out a hiccup as you felt yourself come down from the high, tears bunched in the corner of your eyes at the power of it.

    You let your legs fall and your fingers loosen in his hair and Alastor pulled up from you, his tongue licking up any mess that was residing on his lips and chin. Within seconds you felt the burn start to rise up in you once more and your breathing quickened. He stood and leaned over, scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder, you letting out a soft ‘oof’ as the wind was knocked out of you.

    Alastor took you upstairs to the bedroom and you were a shivering mess by then, and it was most likely due to the fact that he was using his hand to rub soft circles into your clit. The constant attention helped to soothe the burn in you slightly, though you wanted nothing more than to just be filled.

    He lay you down on the bed and you scrambled up to the pillows, turning onto your front and positioning yourself so that your ass was in the air. Alastor could see your wetness dripping down your thighs as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, laying it across the chair that was in the room.

    “Such a good girl.” He murmured and you felt yourself shiver at the sound, your pussy squeezing tightly. You felt the bed shift and then you felt his hands drag across your ass, a moan spilling from your lips as you felt him shuffle just closer, his bare thighs pressing against the back of yours.

    “Please,” Your whispers were broken as you wiggled your hips, trying to find purchase, “Please fill me, daddy, please.”

    He hummed delightedly and nudged your thighs apart just a little more, you complying easily as he gripped his cock in one hand and aligned it with your core, “Come now, darling. Take it all on your own like a good little pet.”

    You eagerly pushed back onto him, your throat clamping tightly at the feeling of his cock inside of you. He didn’t push into you, you did the work, feeling his warmth envelope you as you took most of his cock into your heated walls. The feeling of him inside you sent ripples of pleasure down your spine and you fell forward, face pressing into the pillows.

    Alastor took hold of your hips then and without any hesitation, began to pound into you. Your throat tightened and you let out a long moan, pushing your hips back up against him as he moved into you. One of his arms curled around your front and started to rub your clit in soft circles and you hit your peak then, shivering and shuddering and crying out his name as you came around him. Alastor didn’t stop his relentless movement, however, the air turning darker and the static sliding deliciously across your skin.

    “Does my good girl need to be filled?” His voice was throaty and you turned to look at him as best you could, eyes widened, “Spending all day here, waiting for me to come home and breed you?”

    The thought of him breeding you triggered something in you and you began to beg pathetically, fingers gripping the mattress as you moved yourself in time to his thrusts, “Breed me! Please, daddy, please, fill me, please!” Your voice was strangled, his hand on your hip tightening and sending a shiver through your body.

    Before he could reply to you, your body stilled in another orgasm, your vision dotting with dark spots as pleasure curled through you. Everything melted away except for the harsh thrusts and the lazy circles of your clit; the way your nipples scraped gently against the mattress. Your dizzy mind was only snapped back to reality when his hand left your clit and gripped your other hip, a low animalistic growl escaping his throat as Alastor buried himself inside of you and came, coating your walls with his cum.

    The feeling of being filled by him caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head and you let out a soft squeak, falling forward when he let go of your hips and collapsing onto the mattress. Alastor gently slid a claw from your lower back up to your shoulders and you gave a tired sigh, your body cooling down for a split second before the raging heat swirled in your core once more.

    Your head peeked up from the pillow and Alastor smirked down at you.

    “Again, darling?”

[uncleantrash]

◇• @solesurvivorjen , this is for your ask. It disappeared for some reason? But I hope you enjoy! •◇

71) “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” & 4) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

    Your breath came out in gasping pants as Alastor knocked his hips into yours, your slick making it easier for him to slide into you. He was still gripping the base of himself, guiding it into you as you reached up, grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling him down over you. His knees shuffled closer as he leaned over you, his nose just barely brushing yours.

    “Please,” You whispered against him, leaning up just enough to capture his lips with yours.

    His tongue broke through yours with an easy swipe as his hips began to move against you, one of his hands propping himself up while the other moved up to cup your jaw. He was hot and cold at the same time, his cock sliding into you with ease due to how wet you were before you’d even started. The hand that was on your jaw moved down and he broke away from you, using the hand to grip the back of your thigh and hold it up as his movements grew quicker in pace. 

    “Al,” You mewled, head tipping back against the pillows as his hand reached down to start rubbing your clit in even circles.

    His grin brightened at the sound of his name and he rewarded you with a particularly rough thrust. You squealed, the leg he wasn’t holding up gave a violent twitch. You let out a loud groan, your own fingers reaching up to start to pull on your own nipples.

    After a few more rough thrusts that sent you closer to the edge, Alastor pulled from you. You opened your eyes, blinking heavily at him and your mouth opened, a confused sound coming from you.

    “I think, darling,” He continued to rub your clit, your hips moving in time with his fingers, “I would like to fuck you in front of a mirror. I want you to see how pretty you look with your legs spread for me.”

    A blush erupted from your cheeks and spread down your neck as he reached out and gripped your hands, pulling you into an upright position and then off the bed. Your thighs trembled and you felt your own slick start to drip down your legs as Alastor moved behind you. His hands grabbed the back of your knees and you let out a shriek as he lifted you into the air, his arms resting behind your knees, your back to his chest. Alastor used one of his arms to keep you tightly propped against him as he reached down for his own cock, angling it back and then lowering you onto him.

    The mirror in front of you highlighted the image. You could see his face, half hidden by your hair, the brightening of his eyes as he impaled you with his cock. The satisfied sound he gave against your ear sent ripples of pleasure to your core and you reached backward, wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping your gaze locked on the mirror in front of you.

    Alastor used his arms to thrust up into you and you found your eyes widening, staring at his cock as it slid inside of you and then back out. It was enough to make your pussy tighten around him and he hissed softly, the sound causing a soft moan to escape your own lips.

    “Oh fuck, Al,” You groaned, tipping your head back just slightly against his shoulder, enough that you could keep a gaze on the mirror but enough that you weren’t just holding your head up, “Please.”

    Alastor hummed darkly against your ear, his tongue dipping out and flicking against the shell of it. You moaned softly, feeling the pleasure start to build rapidly inside of you as you watched him through the mirror start to whisper to you.

    “Don’t you just paint a beautiful picture, darling,” His voice was low, sending a ripple of shock through you and you let out a long moan as he used one arm to hold you up, the other reaching down to rub your clit in soft circles, “Look at you.” 

    Your eyes had started to close of their own accord and you snapped them open, cheeks tinting pink at the look of you. You could see how wet you were, the shine of his cock as he pulled from you and how his long fingers rubbed against you. Something snapped in you and you started to roll your hips against him, chasing toward your own impending orgasm.

    “I love the sounds you make when you come undone, darling.” His teeth brushed against your earlobe and you hissed in pleasure, his mouth encasing your lobe and nibbling on it, “Are you going to cum for me?”

    “Yes, yes,” You whispered, enraptured with the sight in front of you, “Don’t stop, please, Alastor, please -”

    Your throat closed up as it hit you. The pleasure raced over your skin like his static and you let out a sharp cry, your eyes locked open as you watched yourself cum on him. Alastor didn’t stop moving and you gaped at the sight, watching your muscles seize and your blush spread down your chest. Alastor let out a soft grunt and you found your voice, a long moan escaping you as he started to move roughly.

    Alastor turned you away from the mirror and tossed you onto the bed, your face landing in the mattress as he pulled your hips up in a gentle way. You moved quickly, pushing back against him as he fucked you, his fingers holding your hips tightly. More soft moans escaped you as the pleasure intensified and within a few more moments, you came again, crying into the bedsheets as Alastor let out a soft groan, burying himself inside of you and peaking over his own high.

    You felt his fingers stutter on your hips as you turned your head enough to look at him. His mouth was open just slightly, lips turned upward like always, his eyes closed as he came inside of you. The sight caused your pussy to tighten around him and he let out a soft noise. You let out a long sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled away from you.

    You felt Alastor move back onto the bed and you felt him pry you from your position, cradling you against his chest as he toyed with your hair. Your breathing evened out quickly - there was something so comforting about the darkness that surrounded him.

[uncleantrash]

◇• I shamelessly love both Vox and Alastor and I wanted a Vox x Reader for my own wants and needs so, you're welcome if you like the TV man •◇

Dialogue 76 - “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

    You lived to tease. A careful touch of your fingers, a well placed kiss. One of your favorite pastimes was to sidle by your boyfriend, brushing your hips against his and then ducking away from his reaching hands, a giggle in your throat and an impish grin on your lips. He was so easy to bother, too.

    Vox was the embodiment of the porn industry, save for Valentino. You’d always found yourself attracted to the TV demon, though his looks were generally unconventional. Since his face was everything but a face, most of the rest of his body was full of sensitive circuitry that always heated up at the touches you delivered to him.

    You peered over his shoulder, your fingers creeping up his back as he worked on some paperwork that he had. He was pretty good at ignoring you most of the time, especially when you got in the moods where you just wanted to toy with him.

    “Fuck off,” Vox mumbled, the static in his voice rumbling with his irritation.

    “Hm, I don’t think so.” You pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck, feeling the circuitry warm up under your touches, “Don’t you know how to work around me?”

    “Not when you’ve been a constant tease all day.” He turned his screen carefully, as to not hit you in the face, his eyes narrowed, “Do you plan these days out or what?”

    You laughed, pressing a kiss to the screen near where his cheek should be, a faint pink color appearing on it, “Maybe if you worked harder, you wouldn’t just be teased.”

    Vox growled and slammed the pen down, the small smile that was on your face growing as he pushed the chair away from the desk. You gave a loud laugh and ducked out of his grasp, making your way toward the door.

    The hissing of cables reached around you and then you watched as he slammed the door shut with a pair of them, another one grabbing you around the waist and hoisting you into the air. You gave a shriek of laughter as he yanked you toward him. You landed in his arms with a soft ‘oof’ and he peered down at you, the look on his screen telling you that you were in a lot of trouble and he was seriously unamused with your antics.

    “You’re acting like a little brat,” He grumbled, tossing you over his shoulder. You laughed, his hand coming up and giving your ass a firm smack that left your cheeks burning and your lips parted, “Do you really need attention this badly?”

    “Always,” You breathed, reaching down and patting his own ass, “You just never pay enough attention to me.”

    “I literally always have my eyes on you.”

    “You didn’t earlier.” You pouted. Vox began to walk out of his office, slamming the door behind him as you continued to pat his ass with every step he took, “Pat, pat.”

    “Oh, shut up.” He growled and opened your bedroom door, flipping the light on. The bedroom was a mix of both of your tastes and you gazed around at it, your lips pursing at the discarded pants that were shoved in the corner, presumably from when Vox had gotten up in the morning.

    You laughed as he tossed you back in front of him and onto the bed, a sneer resting on his screen. You smiled up at him prettily, winking as you scoot up the bed so that you could rest your head on the pillows, sighing at the plush comfort they offered you. He crawled up after you, coming to rest in between your thighs. 

    He pushed his hips down onto yours and you let out a soft mewl at the feeling of his hardness against you, your fingers reaching up and attaching themselves to the lapels of his jacket. He helped you shrug it off his shoulders and with a cheeky grin, you attempted to push him off your body.

    “Lemme on top,” You attempted to move him again, though he didn’t budge, “I wanna be on top!”

    “Not after the stunts you kept pulling today,” He lowered his screen so that the softly glowing surface was just an inch away from your face and you quieted, “No, I’m going to ravage you and take what’s mine.”

    You felt a blush appear on your cheeks and you attempted to wiggle away from him, hands gripping his forearms and pushing. You felt the circuitry crackle under your fingertips and your back arched as he delivered a soft shock to your system with a quick, well placed touch from one of his cables.

    “I don’t belong to you,” You panted, trying your best to not moan against the feeling of his fingers brushing against the bottom swell of your breast, “Get off of me.”

    “No,” He shook his screen, a smirk on it, “I already told you I’m taking what belongs to me.”

    “I’ll scream if you don’t let me go.” You warned, raising an eyebrow at him.

    He laughed, shrugging a shoulder, “Do it.”

    For a moment, you thought that you wouldn’t, but the thought of Vox being utterly surprised when you did was appealing enough. As soon as you opened your mouth to scream, one of his cables came in and wrapped around your throat and across your mouth, gagging you. 

    You let out a whine at the feeling of his cable around your throat and it tightened just slightly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Vox snickered and lay down next to you, propping his screen up with one hand and lazily tracing patterns on the skin that had appeared when your shirt had ridden up.

    “You know,” Vox spoke and you turned to him, your eyebrows furrowed angrily, “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

    You were about to start screaming despite the gag when his fingers crept up from where they were on your stomach to the curve of your breasts, gently scraping against where he knew your nipples were. You let out a gasp, eyes darting down to where he had decided to pinch your nipple between his fingers.

    “Look at you,” He crooned, the smirk still on his face, “All bound and gagged.”

    For a moment, you didn’t realize what he meant by bound until you actually felt where your arms were. There were more cables wrapped around them, pinning one at your side and the other above your head. You let out a dissatisfied grunt at the position and he pinched your nipple once more, the angry look melting into one of relaxation. He chuckled darkly, the filter that rode over his voice deepening. The sound caused you to arch your back into his touches, whining pitifully behind the cable that was gagging you.

    “What? Little brat wants to talk?” The degrading lilt to his voice made your thighs squeeze together uncomfortably, “Alright, but if you’re rude, I’m done with you.”

    He allowed the cable to move from your mouth and you gasped, eyes wild. After you regained your breathing, his fingers slid from over your shirt to under and his claws raked against the soft underside of your breast.

    “Dammit, Vox, just fuck me already,” You pleaded, trying to worm your hand out from where it was trapped, “Please.”

    “Aw, so polite!” He teased, flipping his hand over and using his claw to rip straight through your shirt, shredding it so that he could have access, “Too fuckin’ bad, sweetheart. I’m taking my time. Bitch about it and I’m going to gag you again.”

    You huffed out a puff of air and he tightened the cable around your throat just the slightest bit. You let out a soft gasp and arched up into his fingers as they deftly began to work their way from one nipple to the next. The sneer on his face seemed permanently etched there; you watched him with wide eyes as his screen lowered closer to yours.

    You let out a soft laugh as you leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the warm glass. It went pink for a moment, under his eyes, and he gave you a rather hard twist to your nipple. Your head fell back and your eyes rolled to the back of your hand as he chuckled. Vox moved, easily spreading your thighs and then pulling your pants down over your hips, dragging your panties alongside them.

    “Look how wet you are,” He peered up at you, looking smug, “Only from some touching? Or was it the gag? Or the shocks?” At the last suggestion, a cable zapped you on the hips and you gasped, arching your back off the bed.

    “Please,” You were breathless, letting your legs fall opposite of each other so your glistening pussy was well in his gaze, “Please, Vox.”

    The soft begging changed something in his gaze and he smiled down at you, undoing his fly and wriggling out of the dress pants he wore. He kept the dress shirt on, however, and you frowned at the article of clothing.

    “If my shirt is all torn up,” You gasped as one of his fingers came down to rub soft circles on your clit, “Th-Then you should be naked, t-too.”

    “Whatever you say, princess.” He removed his finger and your hips followed for a fraction of a second before you realized what he was doing. Vox deftly undid the buttons and then shrugged it off his shoulders, leaving his circuitry open for you to gaze at.

    Vox was beautiful, in a way. Lines of cables attached most of his limbs and you knew the exact wire that led from his charging port to the rest of his body. He came and settled between you, satisfied with how wet you were from just a little touch of foreplay. You whined against the restraints and he let your hands go. Vox knew how much you liked to touch him; he was warm and full of electricity that buzzed your fingertips whenever you touched him.

    He slid his hips against yours and you let out a soft sigh as he pushed himself into you. Your walls relaxed and accepted him greedily, your legs automatically moving to wrap around his rather skinny hips. You moved your gaze up to his screen and your pussy clenched at the euphoric look on it as he sank into you.

    One hand reached up and you ran your own nail down the cable that brought electricity to his head. He let out a stuttered groan and shoved the rest of him into you roughly, your lips parting in a cry. You heard the fans on his back whirr to life and you moved your hand to wrap around his throat, a rumble coming from the computer that resided in his chest.

    “Fuck me, Vox,” You moaned as he snapped his hips against yours, “Take what’s yours.”

    He looked down at you and your hand tightened around his throat, electricity crackling around the two of you. One of his hands moved from propping himself up to grab roughly onto your breast, holding onto it as his hips began to beat against yours. The feeling of his warm electricity against your walls had them fluttering and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, your other hand reaching between the two of you and starting to rub frantic circles onto your clit. 

    The cable that was still on your throat tightened as your own grip on his did and you let out a wheezing gasp, your thighs trembling with the movement of him. After a few more earth shattering thrusts, Vox pulled out of you sharply and gripped onto your hips, turning you over.

    You followed, your face sinking into the pillows and you turned it so that you wouldn’t suffocate as he lined himself back up against you and pushed himself into you as slow as he could manage. You let out a long groan, adjusting your legs so you were more properly propped up, pushing back against him. The static electricity snapped around you and you felt it crackle against your skin.

    Vox reached forward and grabbed onto a handful of your hair near the scalp, pushing you down into the bed as he savagely took you from behind. You attempted to keep up with him, but the overwhelming sense of pleasure took over and you were unable to stop the constant stream of groans that fell from your lips.

    “More, harder,” You begged against the pillow as he started to bury himself deeper into you with every thrust, “God, yes-!”

    “Moan my name,” He growled, yanking your head up so that your neck was arched backward. His free hand, which was previously resting on your hip, moved around you and he started to rub against your clit and you felt your vision go black around the edges.

    “Vox, yes,” You hissed, spreading your legs more so that he could rub you faster, “Vox, fuck me.”

    He held your head up by your hair as he fucked you into the bed, your fingers scraping the bedsheets for some form of purchase. It was glorious and painful all rolled into one - you couldn’t have asked for anything better. He shifted his hips slightly and then shoved himself into you and you couldn’t help the high pitched shriek that came from him hitting exactly where your sweet spot was.

    “Right there, I’m going to cum -” You keened as he continued to ram into you, “Please, please don’t stop -” Your voice became incoherent babbling and a series of moans, the pleasure building up too quickly and then snapping like a rubber band.

    Vox brought you violently over the edge, still rubbing your cilt roughly as he pounded into you. As you came, your vision went white and pleasure raced through you, causing your legs to shake and near give away under you - Vox used the hand that was attacking your clit to hold you up as you gaped, no sound escaping you.

    You felt him shift behind you and with a guttural growl that came from his chest, Vox buried himself into you and painted your insides with him. You could feel him trembling against you as he came, your eyelids slowly blinking as you focused on tightening around him to enhance it.

    When you both had rode out your highs, he pulled away from you gently and grabbed onto your hips, pulling you from the position you were resting in. He knew that sitting like that for so long probably would cause your muscles to ache and it did - he very carefully helped you unwind and then pulled you against his chest once you had relaxed enough.

    Vox’s fingers trailed against your bare shoulder and you leaned more into his warmth. He generally got warm after any type of sex; his fans were working in overdrive to cool him down. You reached over and ran your fingers over the main hub of his computer on his chest, your fingers tracing the divets and curves of the logo embossed in him.

    “I got what I wanted,” You murmured, looking up at him with an impish grin, “All your attention is mine now.”

    He shook his screen, “You’re a little bitch.”

    “Your bitch!” You pressed a kiss to the bottom of his screen and tucked your head into his throat, kissing the cable that ran through there.

    “Watch yourself.” He growled, threateningly.

    “Or what? You’ll fuck me within an inch of my life again?”

    He shifted, reaching down and cupping your ass in his hand, “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

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it's me again (LOL at this point idgaf anymore 😂💦) Dialogue prompt no.71 + Al using ice cubes 👀💦💦💦💦

◇• I do hope this works for you, darling - •◇

71) “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” 

    Alastor, at first, deemed it not necessary. Ice cubes weren’t something that he was generally in the mood to play with, ever, but the pleading look on your face and the puppy eyes you’d pulled on him were enough to tip him over the edge. 

    There was a condition, however, one that you were a little unsure about. 

    Alastor was seated between your legs, fully clothed, as he usually was. Though his dress shirt had the top few buttons undone and the look on his face was enough to make your thighs clench tightly together. 

    “Look up,” He ordered, his claws raking gently down the soft skin of your thigh. You swallowed the ball in your throat and looked up, eyes widening just slightly at the scene above you.

    Al was using some of his magic to hold a mirror above you, and though you were weary at first, the angle that he was holding it sent a soft shiver through your body. Seeing him leering over you from above made your lips part and a soft sigh to escape your lips.

    “Oh,” You murmured, watching him through the mirror as his hands began to trace soft patterns into your skin. The fact that you weren’t watching him directly seemed to put you in a different world, the way he was touching you seemed to feel so much different than usual.

    “You should learn to trust me more often,” He chuckled, one hand leaving your thigh and reaching for the side. You kept your gaze on the mirror and watched as he picked up one of the ice cubes from the small bowl that you had carried up to the bedroom.

    As soon as he lay one on your skin, you let out a soft gasp and arched your back, the searing cold almost feeling hot against you as he moved the small cube against your lower stomach. It almost tickled. The heat on your skin melted it fast enough that he had to pull another one from the bowl after a short time, the grin on his face not visible from the angle of the mirror. 

    Alastor dipped the cube upward and you let out a mewl when he brushed the cold against one of your nipples. Instantly, it hardened and you watched his fingers lave the cube over your nipples, quickly followed by his ice-cold fingers.

    Your throat couldn’t hold back the moan when his fingers began to roll your nipple in between them, your gaze locked on the mirror above you. There was a fleeting moment where you had wanted to move your gaze away from the picture above you but the image was so tempting that you were unable to do so.

    His other hand began to move against you, crawling up your thigh and then brushing against your slit. Your legs immediately spread open further as he chuckled, reaching for the ice bowl. He didn’t grab another cube, no, he just let his fingers rest on the ice as he moved the quickly shrinking one from your left nipple to the right. Once he deemed his fingers cold enough, he pressed his index finger against your entrance and a cry broke from your lips.

    It was so cold and yet it felt so good, your hips unconsciously pushing downward. Alastor’s grin widened and he quickly pushed a finger into you, enjoying the way you shivered at the sensation. Expertly, it curled in you and rubbed against your walls in a way that had you keening against him.

    The rest of the ice cube melted and he reached for another, still moving his finger in you as he used the new cube to trace along your collarbone. Your head arched backward and you struggled to keep a look on what he was doing to you. A dark chuckle came from above you and your walls tightened at the sound, the tentacles that were holding the mirror moving just slightly so that you could keep your gaze on him. 

    “Mmm,” You gave a throaty moan as his fingers pulled the ice cube from your throat to push against your clit, your hips jumping at the temperature difference, “Al-”

    He chuckled, pulling his fingers from you. You let out a whine, your eyes snapping from the mirror to look over at him. The large grin on his face had your hips shifting, his fingers working on his fly and his hand pulling his cock out from his pants. Your lips parted at the sight, your hands immediately reaching out for his shoulders. He dipped down to rest his chest against yours, his hips sidling closer.

    “Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want to you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” His voice was low, throaty, watching you with a heated gaze as your own eyes slowly turned upward to stare at the mirror above you.

    You, for a moment, didn’t care much for the view above you. But when he slowly began to sink into you and your whole body flushed as red as his hair, a moan spilled from your lips as you watched your legs lock around his waist. Alastor let out a soft exhale and the sound had your mind swimming, your walls fluttering around him as he went as far as he knew you could take him.

    Your hands flew to wrap around his neck, fingernails digging into the shirt he wore as he slowly began to rock his hips. You watched with wide eyes for a moment before you scrambled to his front, undoing the buttoned shirt he wore and then pushing it off his shoulders.

    Alastor let out a breathless laugh as your nails resumed their spot in his shoulder, a groan escaping your lips as he began to move faster into you. Your legs tightened around his waist so that he couldn’t pull too far out and tease you - one of his hands propped himself up while the other traveled back to the bowl and took up an ice cube, running it against your jawline and down your throat, his mouth following suit.

    The mix of hot and cold toyed on your skin and you felt yourself start to creep toward the edge. The pressure that was there but not quite grew and the blistering feeling of pleasure overtook you in a quick moment. You did your best to keep your eyes wide open and staring at the mirror, Alastor’s scarred back receiving more as you dragged your nails down his skin as you gaped at the image in front of you.

    Alastor let out a soft sound of pleasure and that did it for you, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. Your legs locked around him and he was unable to move much, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he came undone on top of you. You watched him shudder on top of you, a subtle blush covering the top of his back and his head buried in your throat. The sight was beautiful and you were breathless, holding him tightly against you as he rode out his own high.

    When he had finished, he picked his head up lazily from your shoulder, a smirk resting on his lips, “Was it everything you dreamed of?”

    You nodded quickly, pulling his face toward yours. Your lips met in a soft embrace, all sweet and silent as he kissed you. The mirror was gently set against the wall where it usually sat and the tentacles disappeared, leaving the two of you in a contented silence and the soft sound of gentle kisses.