Kinktober 2024

by Tune_On_In

Summary:

I'm rusty with writing because I haven't done it in ages and I don't really write smut. So this is me stumbling my way through improving.
Mostly going to be shameless Vox X Reader. Maybe an occasional Alastor x Reader. We'll see!

Notes:

Valentino is mentioned in this chapter. He's his own warning after all.

Chapter 1: Vox: Edging/Orgasm Control

Summary:

Vox storms into the penthouse, fuming. The only thing that seems to calm him down is fucking you.

Notes:

Vox fucks you to calm down. That's it, that's the chapter.
Word Count: 1,526

You were lazing about the penthouse, watching whatever was on tv, when the door slammed open. You jump, turning around, half expecting Valentino there. Instead, Vox enters, slamming the door shut behind him. The audible sound of the door locking filled the air as you quickly grabbed the remote to turn off the T.V. You watch in shocked silence as Vox comes over to you, his anger palpable. You had never seen Vox this angry, this vulnerable.
“Vox?” You ask softly, slightly hesitant. “Are you okay?”
He lets out a sigh, his gaze raking over your body. There was tension in his shoulders, in the way he held himself. You were starting to get concerned.
“I will be.” He mutters, grabbing your hand and yanking you up.
You gasp, not having expected him to yank you up. You lose your balance and fall into his waiting arms. You push away from his chest, his cologne surrounding you, drawing you in to him. You tilt your head up, intent on questioning him. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, what was wrong. You open your mouth to form the question, but you don’t get very far as his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. Your eyes widen briefly before slipping close. Your hands tighten in his shirt, as you return his kiss, deepening it.
His hands found your waist, pulling you into him roughly. You moan at the feeling of his growing erection pressing against your stomach. A thrill running through your body as Vox crossed lines with you in leaps and bounds. He slipped his tongue into your open mouth, deepening the kiss more.
When you finally pulled away from his kiss, you were breathing hard. You hadn’t expected Vox to kiss you, and the thrill of it left your head spinning. Emotions swirled around in your chest, begging to be seen and heard. You pushed them down in favor of enjoying what just transpired between the two of you.
Vox's eyes went up and down your body once more as if he was assessing you. He leaned forward, effortlessly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. The sudden movement made you let out a small yelp, which sounded again when he slapped your ass.
He turned with you in his grip, making his way to his room with quick steps. It was though you weighed nothing to him. He dropped you onto his bed unceremoniously, following you down. He shoved up your shirt and bra causing you to gasp, the cold air making your nipples harden. His mouth closed around a nipple, quickly drawing your attention.
“F-fuck, Vox!” You moan, pressing your chest into his touch.
He switched nipples, gently sucking and nipping one as he pinched and rubbed the other between his fingers. He shifted forward, his knee coming between your legs, spreading them wide. Your skirt rode up, bunching around your waist, exposing your panties to him. Your breath hitched as his knee brushed against your clit. You grind down against his knee, searching for more friction which earns a chuckle from him, the sound vibrating against your chest. He pulls away, sitting up and leaving you wanting.
“Vox.” You whine. “Please!”
His hands slide up your thighs, his fingers hooking in the thin material of your panties. Which he yanks down in one swift motion. His hands moved to unbutton his pants, capturing your attention. Not that your eyes had once left him since he kissed you in the living room.
You watch, your gaze intense, as he unzips his pants and pushes them down. His boxers follow, allowing his cock to spring free, the tip leaking with precum. He gripped his cock, stroking himself a few times.
His head fell back as he groaned, “Fuuuck!”
His eyes found yours again and a smirk widening across his face as he noticed your hungry stare on his cock. You glance up at his face when his hand stills on his length, noticing his cocky expression.
You roll your eyes but can't help but smile. “Stop looking at me like that.” you scold softly, your voice coming out a bit more meek than you would have liked.
“Never.” He said, shifting forward to line himself up with your entrance.
He pressed forward, groaning as your cunt stretched around him, allowing him entry. You moaned, your arms wrapping around his back, holding onto him as he bottomed out.
“Oh fuck.” You whispered, looking down at where you connected.
His cock disappeared into your cunt, slightly bulging your stomach with how deep he was. He rolled his hips forward, grinding against you, making you gasp. He pulled out slowly, pushing back into you at an equally slow pace. He repeated the movement a few more times, drinking in your little sighs and moans as he steadily increased his pace. It was like he was marveling at the way your pussy stretched around his cock. The way your muscles squeezed and massaged his length.
Vox’s thrusts picked up speed. The sensations of his cock plunging in and out of you was exhilarating. Vox was fucking you and you were loving it. Your moans grew louder, your head falling back as you let yourself enjoy the sensation of being fucked by him. The sounds that filled the room were sinful. The wet slap of him driving into your soaked pussy, his hips slapping against yours with every thrust. Your moans were loud and wanton, his own groans slowly building.
The coil in your gut was growing tighter and tighter, about to burst. Just as you were starting to reach that top, he slowed down his thrusts, relishing in your confused and frustrated noises as he ruined your orgasm.
“Vox, what the fuc-?” You begin only for his mouth to crash against yours hungirly.
His thrusts picked up again and you quickly forgot his transgression, focusing instead on the pleasure that he was providing you. Your nails dig into his back, your own arching as you meet him thrust for thrust. You were panting, your orgasm slowly beginning to build up once again. He broke from the kiss, burying his face against your neck.
“Don’t you dare cum.” He growled, his hips slapping against yours painfully. “You only get to cum when I tell you to.”
You whine, pressing into his touch. You were so close you nearly didn’t want to listen to him. But this was Vox and his commands had you soaking, your mind wanting nothing more than to obey him.
“I-I’m close.” You warn again, “Vox, please.”
He shook his head, slowing down his pace again, “not yet.” He groaned, his voice husky and yet filled with warning.
You tried your best to catch your breath, your orgasm fading from your grasp once more. You were starting to get overstimulated, the denial of your orgasm becoming too much.
“Vox, please.” You whined, digging your nails into his back deeper. “Please, I need you.”
His hips stuttered at your begging, his speed picking up slightly. His breath was more labored, betraying his own state. He was as affected by this as you were. That knowledge made your brain nearly short-circuit, your walls squeezing around his cock as he fucked you.
“Please, please, please!” You beg in quick succession, crying out when his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles against the sensitive nub. “Please, Vox. Let me cum, I want to cum on your cock.”
He smirked against your neck, his voice rising with a cockly lilt, “yeah?”
His pace increased until he was slamming into you. The coil in your stomach tightened quickly, rising and rising.
“Then cum.” He demanded, his voice low as he growled the words into your ear.
As though Vox had complete control over your body, at his words the coil in your gut snapped. You came fast and hard around his cock, your walls spasming around his cock. Which proved too much for the Overlord, as he emptied himself deep inside you.
“So good for me.” He praised, slowing down his thrusts as he fucked his cum into you. “Such a good girl for me, taking my cum so good.”
He chuckled, finally pulling out of you. The sensation of him pulling out makes you mewl, his seed beginning to leak from your cunt.
He looked down at you, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you came down from your own release. Your shirt and bra were still pushed up, your skirt bunched around your hips as you lay on his bed, your pussy dripping with his seed. Vox saved the image of you in such a state to his hard-drive, wanting to remember this night.
“Better?” You whispered, your voice slightly hoarse, recalling how upset he had been earlier.
Vox smirked, laying down next to you. He pulled you into his arms, your head resting against his chest.
“So much better.” He agreed, closing his eyes to just enjoy the feeling of you next to him.
The both of you had lots to talk about but that could wait for later.

Chapter 2: Vox: Sex pollen/Aphrodisiac

Summary:

Vox downs a drugged drink meant for you. While the drug doesn't affect him as bad you still suck him off to help with the drug's affects.

Notes:

Valentino is in this chapter very briefly, though he's not doing much. This took me all day because I was writing it on breaks while at work. (Yay I love working retail!) It also isn't edited and I just very quickly read through it, therefore there will be mistakes. Regardless, enjoy.
Word Count: 2,040

Vox was thoroughly bored.
He was entertaining Valentino and Velvette by accompanying the two to the newest club that had opened under the Vees’ name. These types of joints weren’t his favorite, especially when he knew he had work to do. The sinners attempting to fawn over him were also starting to grate on his nerves. How many times did he have to show that he wasn’t interested for them to get the hint?
“Ooo, look who’s at the bar, Voxxy.” Valentino purred into his ear, pointing with his cigarette holder.
Vox begrudgingly looked over not expecting to see anyone or anything worthwhile. But then he saw you, right next to the person Valentino was pointing out. Vox recognized you instantly. You were an employee, working just underneath his own assistant. His eyes narrowed as he took in your frown and bored expression. You looked like you were having as much fun as he was- none at all. You were clearly with the person who Valentino had his eyes on, but you looked disinterested, like you had been dragged here. Vox watched as you waved off your friend as they headed towards the dance floor.
He found himself shifting on the couch next to Val, growing slightly restless as he watched a sinner approach you and offer to buy you a drink. He couldn’t hear what was being said, being too far away. But Vox knew he didn't like the person who was interacting with you. Vox watched you for a moment more, his gaze never wavering.
“Vox…Vox!” Valentino hissed, trying to get his attention.
Finally he relented his attention, eyes snapping back towards the moth demon, his face twisting with a scowl, “What, Val?”
Valentino gave him a knowing look, quirking an eyebrow. “Oh I see, found yourself a prize, hmm? Well you better go grab them before he does.”
Vox looked back over towards you, in time to see the sinner that was pestering you, pull out a vile of something. Something he quickly realized was the Love Potion Velvette and Valentino had developed. He found himself standing quickly, compelled by something in him he didn’t want to digest. His steps were fast- hurried, as he walked over to you, never letting you out of his sight.
Vox stepped up beside the man who had just drugged the drink he had bought for you.
The sinner turned around, annoyed at being interrupted only to pale as he recognized Vox.
“Leave.” Vox growled, his voice low and angry.
He watched the sinner scurry away with cold eyes. When he was out of sight, Vox turned to you, his gaze intense.
“You should be more careful.” He said, his voice still low but considerably softer.
You hadn’t been expecting your boss of all people to save you from that annoying sinner, but regardless, you were thankful.
“Thank you.” You breathed, “For getting rid of that asshole, he wasn’t taking a hint.”
“I’d say.” Vox commented, watching as you brought the drink to your lips.
Panic surged through him as he watched you, his hand quickly pulling the drink from your own grasp. He slammed the drink down, grimacing at the strong taste of liquor and the sickeningly sweet taste of the Love Potion.
“What the fuck, sir?” You exclaim, your brows knitted in confusion and annoyance at him stealing your drink.
Vox swayed, the effects of the drug beginning to kick in. “It was drugged.”
Your eyes widened in realization, horror running through you as you grappled with the fact that you were almost drugged. Which morphed into more horror as you realized Vox had just drank the entire thing. You stood up, your hands reaching for him as his eyes fluttered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered, biting your lip.
You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know what the effect of the drug was or how it would affect Vox. He was an Overlord, surely it wouldn’t affect him like it would have affected you?
You swallowed, forcing yourself to take a deep breath to calm your nerves. “Sir, do you think you can teleport back to V-Tower?”
Vox’s mind was swimming, his senses swirling in a dizzying array. Your voice sounded distant and your touch on his biceps felt electrifying. But he managed to understand what you were asking. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you against him as he teleported.

The two of you stumbled out of a camera right outside of his penthouse suite. Vox let you go in favor of catching himself against the wall. You just barely managed to stay upright, never having traveled through electricity before. You hadn’t even been aware that Vox could take anyone along with him when he did that. You spin around, your eyes finding Vox’s already on you.
“Sir?” You implore, taking a step towards him, “Are you alright?”
He groaned, shaking his head. “No. Fuck! No, I’m not.”
You watched him stumble towards the doors before following after him. You were the reason Vox was now drugged, it was only reasonable you made sure that he was okay. You wrapped your arm around him, trying your best to support some of his weight.
“Come on, let's get you to bed.” You say softly, slowly moving towards where you thought his bedroom might be.
Vox seemed conscious enough to help you out, walking on his own for the most part.

He collapsed onto his bed, closing his eyes. He was aware that you were standing over him, nervous and unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to leave him. Not in this state. He cracked an eye open, his hands moving down to unbuckle his belt. You watched, your face flushing as he began to remove his pants. You turn away, unsure of why you had even been watching him in the first place.
The sound of fabric being removed fills your ears making your face heat up even further.
“Are you okay…” You begin to ask again, not sure exactly what to say or do for that matter.
“Come here.” Came his voice, sounding surprisingly clear despite still being under the influence of the drug.
You glance back towards him, your eyes widening when you see he had managed to kick off his pants and boxers, leaving him exposed.
“S-Sir!” You exclaim, averting your gaze from his hard-on.
Was that the effect of the drug, you wondered? Still, you stepped closer towards him, intent on helping him with whatever he needed. You come to stand beside him, keeping your eyes firmly on his face.
“Do you need help?” You ask, slightly meekly, not sure how to approach this situation.
A smirk formed on his face, his eyes flickering open again. “Are you offering?”
You nod, “Whatever you need, sir. It’s my fault you’re in this mess, afterall. I can… help you get your shoes off? Or your shirt maybe?”
He sighed, shifting on the bed, his hips rising up. “I need help with this.”
Your eyes were drawn to his erection again and you shake your head, biting your lip. “Vox?” You broke, finally using his name.
“I know what the drug is, I know its effects. Because I’m an Overlord it won’t affect me as badly, but I’ll still need your help.”
You swallow down your nerves, not sure what to make of this situation. “I don't… I don't want to take advantage of you.” You finally say.
He chuckles, meeting your gaze. “Trust me, I'm conscious enough to know what I'm asking. Besides, it'll be worse if you don't help me.”
You take another tentative step forward, still keeping your attention on his face. “Worse how?”
“If I don't cum soon, the effects are just going to worsen. It'll get painful and I might lose control with someone else.” His voice was strained, sweat beginning to bead of his digital visage.
You could see the strain in Vox's shoulders, his teeth clenching as he struggled to maintain control over his body, over the effects of the drug.
“Okay.” You whisper, kicking off your shoes and climbing onto his bed.
The Overlord breathed a sigh of relief at your acceptance, which quickly turned into a moan as your hand wrapped around his cock. He watched you, his eyes growing half lidded, never leaving your face as you leaned towards his erection. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, after all you were about to suck off your boss in the comfort of his own home. The idea sent a thrill running through your body, lighting a fire in your core.
You kitten licked the precum off his slit, swirling your tongue around his tip. You were attentive, slow in the licks you made up his shaft, slowly dampening his cock. Every groan from Vox made you bolder, encouraging you to continue pleasuring him. Your mouth closed around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around him and sucking lightly.
“Fuccck.” He groaned, his hips lifting, his cock slipping deeper into your mouth.
You pull back slightly before sinking back down onto his cock. Each pass you take more and more of him into your mouth.
“Oh, fuck, just like that.” Vox moaned, his hand coming to the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair.
You hum around his cock, allowing him to push you down further until you choke. You pull off him completely, drool dripping down your chin as you catch your breath. When you were ready you took him back into your mouth, your tongue sliding and caressing the bottom side of his cock. His length twitched in your mouth, the tip hitting against your throat causing you to gag. You swallowed around him, tears biting the edges of your eyes as he began to thrust into your mouth. You were forced to breathe through your nose, which was hard in itself as each thrust pressed your nose against his skin.
“You look so beautiful sucking my cock.” He muttered, “maybe I should promote you to sucking me off full time.”
His words caught you off guard, making you laugh and subsequently choke around his cock. You pulled off of him, coughing for a few moments.
“You okay, Doll?” Vox asked, his voice slightly less strained.
Your breath was ragged as you finally stopped coughing.
“Don't make me laugh when I'm sucking you off.” You scold softly, a smile taking over your face despite yourself.
Vox brushed your hair out of your face, his touch tender. His thumb gently stroking over your cheek.
“Sorry.” He apologizes after another beat.
Your expression softens and you smile again. “It's okay.”
You lean back down, once again taking him into your mouth. His cock was heavy against your tongue, warm from a mixture of his body heat and your mouth.
You added your hand to the mix, pumping his length in time with your mouth. Vox's groans grew louder, his hips stuttering as his hand tightened in your hair again. You lost yourself in the act of pleasuring him, almost zoning out as you kept a steady rhythm.
“Fuck.” He gasped above you, his voice hoarse and wavering slightly.
You broke from your stupor at his curse, recognizing that he was close. You doubled your efforts, taking him deeper. His cock-head hit the back of your throat but you swallowed around him. At the sensation, his hand pushed your head down as he thrust upwards, finding his release.
“Fuucccck!” His voice glitched out, in time with his seed hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off him slowly, allowing him to finish in your mouth. You swallowed his release, not knowing what else to do.
“Oh shit.” Vox said, his eyebrows raising in surprise, his cock twitching as it hardened again.
You meet his gaze, “How are you feeling?”
He flashed a cocky smile, “Like a million bucks. The effects will lessen now, thank you, my dear.”
You felt your face flush at his words. “R-right.”
He chuckled, reaching up to cup your face again. “Don’t go shy on me now, doll. I still plan to fuck you.”
“Okay.” You whisper.
You were in for a long night.

Chapter 3: Vox: Soft and Sweet

Summary:

Vox actually takes a day off. Reader and Vox have soft sex.

Notes:

I'm slightly regretting not having any of these prewritten. Alas, we're here now. This is just soft, fluffy morning sex with Vox. With an accidental confession.
Word Count: 1,109

Light streamed in from the window, bathing the room with a soft, warm light. You awake slowly, eyes flickering open to land on Vox; Who was still asleep next to you. You smile, knowing that you had him for the day. It was rare that he took a day off, but after your continued insistence, he had finally listened. Your eyes flicker up to his face as it lightens. The Voxtek logo appears, beginning to bounce around his screen. You chuckle softly, watching the screen saver for a few moments.
It bounces into the corner of his screen, then back to the middle where it fades away. His screen grows brighter as he begins to awaken. His face reappears a moment before he cracks his eyes open. He smiles at you, stretching his arms out over his head.
“Morning, doll.” He sat up, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips. “You know it’s creepy to watch someone sleep, right?”
You roll your eyes, but return his kiss. “I was watching your logo bounce around your face.”
“Hmm, I forget my face does that. Though I can’t imagine it’s very entertaining.” He muses, “You could have woken me, my dear.”
“Mnn, no. I wanted to let you sleep.” You reply, meeting his soft gaze. “You deserve it.”
He leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, his thumb brushing against your cheek.
“Well thank you, babydoll.” He whispers against your lips.
The two of you continue to share soft kisses, making out in the early morning light. Vox pulls you into his lap, his cock beginning to twitch to life as the two of you kiss. You sigh, relaxing against him, grinding your hips down against him. Vox’s arms tighten around you as he breaks the kiss, his eyes half-lidded.
You rest your forehead against the top of his screen, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you.”
The words are whispered right before you kiss him again. Vox breaks the kiss quickly, pulling away to search your face, his heart beating a little quicker. He hadn’t expected you to say that.
“Say that again.” He whispers, his voice hoarse.
You swallow nervously, not having meant to say the words in the first place.
“I love you.” you whisper again, your heart beating loudly in your ears.
You wait with baited breath for Vox to react. The Overlord smiles, capturing your lips in another kiss. The kiss is tender and brimming full of emotion. Vox puts everything he has into it, hoping you could feel his absolute adoration for you.
“I love you too.” He murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping underneath your shirt. “I love you so much and I didn’t even realize it.”
He pulls you flush to him, kissing you again, his hips rolling against yours. His words made your heart race, surprise and happiness filling your entire body because he returned your feelings. He trails his kisses down your chin to your neck, which you granted him access to by leaning back. He grabs ahold of your shirt, pulling it over your head, barely breaking from trailing kisses down to your chest. He shifts you off his lap, pulling your panties down, his fingers brushing against your clit. You gasp, rolling your hips down against his hand, searching for more friction. He leans forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it in time with his fingers against your clit. You mewl, your breathing growing more labored as you become more and more aroused. His mouth switches to your other nipple, his fingers pressing inside of you. Your breath hitches as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. His fingers massage your g-spot, pulling soft moans and sighs from your lips. You roll your hips down against Vox’s hand, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful.” He praises, his fingers moving faster.
The room fills with your moans and the sound of him fingering you. Your legs begin to shake, your head falling back as you cum fast around his fingers. He slows his movements down, drawing your release out. He pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt a moment later.
Vox shifts to remove his boxers, his cock springing free. He gets onto his knees, guiding you to lay down on your back. He settles between your legs, his hands coming to rest beneath your knees. His cock brushes against your clit causing you to whimper, your body still sensitive from your first orgasm. He positions himself at your entrance, running his cock head through your slick folds before pressing into you.
“Oh fuck.” You whisper, meeting his gaze as he enters you fully.
His cock brushes against your g-spot, kissing against your cervix before he pulls back. He rolls his hips forward again, beginning to fuck you slowly. Each thrust is gentle, his eyes never leaving yours. He shifts closer to you, his thrusts getting faster. Vox was taking his time with you, fucking you with the upmost care. You swallow thickly, realizing that he wasn’t just fucking you, he was making love to you. Your face flushes at the realization, your eyes widening.
“Vox..” You whisper, your tone full of wonder.
“Hmm?” He acknowledges, leaning forward to kiss you again.
His thrusts grow faster, harder. Your skin slapping together with each thrust, filling the room with the sounds of you making love to one another. You roll your hips down against him, meeting him for every thrust. Your second orgasm was rising quickly, the coil tightening in your lower gut. You moan into Vox’s mouth, the sensations making your legs quake.
Vox broke the kiss to look down at you, his eyes shining with love. “Close, baby?” He asks.
You nod, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. “So close.”
He smiles, his thumb finding your clit again. You arch your back, wrapping your legs around his waist. The movement drags him closer to you, his cock sliding deeper.
“Oh yes, oh fuck…” You whimper, your walls squeezing around his cock as you cum again.
Vox’s hips stutter at the sensation of your walls milking him. He groans lowly, reaching his own release, his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy.
“Fuck yesss.” He groaned, “You’re mine.”
He fucks you through your release, slowing down only after he finishes cumming.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a final kiss, “I love you, babydoll.”
You smile, the two of you resting against one another. “I love you too, Vox.”

Chapter 4: Vox: Overstimulation

Summary:

Vox is a little shit who confuses reader. Is him fucking them senseless punishment or a reward?

Notes:

I wrote this in an hour because I was at work all day. It makes no sense, just shameless porn with a sprinkle of plot I guess.
Word Count: 2,068

Vox had an image to uphold. That's what he told you, the reason he gave you, for why his business partners didn't know about you. Why your existence as his significant other seemed moot. So you respected that even if it hurt. Until today, in which you couldn’t help but call out to him as he passed.

Vox was entering a meeting with Velvette and Valentino when he passed by you.

“Vox!” You called, catching his attention.

He turned to you, smiling softly. Forgetting that he was in the presence of the other Vees.

“Hey, babydoll.” He greets, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

Your heart skips a beat, not having expected him to kiss you. You return the kiss, deepening it slightly despite your audience.

“Ohoho, what do we have here?” Valentino’s voice broke through the spell Vox had cast on you.

Velvette smirked, “seems to me that Vox has something he hasn't told us.”

Vox pulls away, his eyes wide with panic as he realizes he just kissed you in public. Not only that, he kissed you in front of the other Vees. He straightened up, brushing off his suit. He looked from you to the other two Overlords, back to you again.

He leaned in, “When I’m done with this meeting I expect an apology.”

You were about to object but he closed the door to the office behind him. You scowled, glaring at the door in annoyance. Why should you have to apologize to him? He was the one who kissed you! Thoroughly annoyed, you head back to your own office to finish up your work for the day.

 

You stretch, having been typing up a report for the last hour. You hit submit, feeling satisfied you had gotten tomorrow’s work done ahead of time. You thought back to a little bit ago, Vox having kissed you. You were still miffed that he wanted you to apologize. You pack up your stuff for the night, heading towards the elevators. Your VoxTek issued apartment awaiting you a few floors up.

 

You open your door, setting down your bag before kicking off your shoes. You go further into the apartment, stopping as you see Vox pacing impatiently in your living room. He turns to you as you enter, his long strides eating up the space between the two of you.

“Hello-omph!” You try to greet your lover only for him to slam his lips against yours.

Vox’s hands made quick work of your belt, unzipping and unbuttoning your pants. He pulled them down your frame, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you.

“V-vox!” You gasp, watching him settle onto his knees in front of you. “What are you-?”

He spreads your legs, meeting your gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust. You gulp, already feeling yourself getting wet at how forward he was being.

“Is this..because of earlier?” You ask slightly hesitantly, unsure of how to take his actions.

He spreads your legs slightly more, keeping a strong grip on your hips as he leans forward. You gasp, your eyes fluttering as his tongue swirls around your clit.

“Half an hour…” He mutters against your skin, “I had to endure their relentless teasing for half an hour.”

You bite your lip, your eyes on him as he leans in again, sucking your clit into his mouth. You moan softly, unable to keep it in as he laps at your slit. Your breathing was getting slightly heavier, confusion running through you.

“Baby?” You manage to breathe out, slightly concerned for him.

Vox doesn’t respond, his mouth closing around your clit again. His fingers slip inside of you, curling up into your g-spot. You whine, your eyes closing.

“Oh fuck.” You whisper, feeling an orgasm steadily climbing. “Fuck, Vox.”

He hums against you. “For every insult I’m going to give you an orgasm.”

You gasp, “you… you kissed me!”

Your objection was solid. After all, he had been the one to initiate the kiss. As far as you were concerned, he still wanted you to apologize for earlier. His fingers quicken, his mouth never letting up against your clit. Your moans were getting louder, the pleasure building.

The coil snaps, sending you off the edge, your release coating his screen. Vox removed his fingers, lapping up your release. His tongue replaced his fingers, fucking into you.

“Oh fuck, that’s not fair!” You object, your eyes fluttering open. “Your tongue is unfair. Actually, this whole thing is unfair!”

He smirks against you, having to pull back to reply, “You’re right. I kissed you.” He finally acknowledges.

“Thank-” A moan interrupted your words as he closed his mouth around your clit again, his fingers slipping back inside you.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, and his continued assault wasn’t helping as you steadily climbed up towards a second release.

“Vox!” You whine, grinding down against his face and hand. “I shouldn’t be getting punished for your mistake!”

He hummed, the vibration from it sending you off the edge again. Your walls spasmed around his fingers, not letting them go as he tried to pull them away. Your body relaxed enough to release him after a moment. He stood, his hands reaching for his pants. You wobbled slightly, reaching out to grasp his biceps to keep yourself upright.

“Is this a punishment?” He challenged, shoving his pants down, his boxers following.

You swallow, your eyes falling to his cock. “You kissed me.”

You could only repeat the truth, helpless as he guided you back towards the couch. You were confused, unsure if he wanted you to apologize or not. But his asking you if this was a punishment had you confused.

 He pulled you into another desperate kiss, before turning you around and bending you over the edge of the couch. He positioned himself between your legs, sinking into your dripping wet folds. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him made you whimper, your hips rolling back against him.

“Yes I did.” He acknowledges again, rolling his hips slowly.

“I… I shouldn’t be getting punished for the teasing you endured. You brought that onto yourself.”

He chuckled, his pace growing a little bit quicker, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around his cock. “And I ask you again, babydoll. Is this punishment?”

You grip the couch tightly, your eyes squeezing shut again as he begins to pound into you from behind. Your ability to think was being affected and he knew it too.

“Vox.” You moan softly, the sounds of him pounding into you filling the room.

“Yes, doll?” He asks, his hand slipping around you so he could rub at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out.

He leaned forward, resting his head against your shoulder as he fucked you, his eyes fluttering shut at how tightly your walls squeezed his cock. He thrust up as you leaned forward, still shaking from your second release. His cock hit right against your g-spot before brushing even deeper inside you. The sensation sent you rolling into another release, your body overly sensitive.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he fucked you through it. “Shit baby, you’re so tight.”

You could only moan in reply, your arms collapsing beneath you. Vox’s pace quickened, his hips slapping into you hard and rough.

“Oh damn…” He groaned, pressing as deep into you as he could as he came.

He stilled after a moment, catching his breath. In the momentary reprieve you caught your own breath, thinking that he was done. Vox shifted, pulling you up with him.

“Shit… fuck… oh!” You gasp, your eyes widening as his cock slid ever deeper inside you.

You could feel him getting hard again, his hand wrapping around your throat. Your back was pressed against his chest, his breathing slightly ragged.

“This isn’t punishment, doll.” He mutters, beginning to fuck you once again.

The sensation was sinful, unlike anything else you had experienced. “Vox, please.” You whimper, “I’m too sensitive.”

He pressed a kiss against your cheek, his pace speeding up again. “Oh yeah? Then use our safeword.”

You groan, annoyance flaring through you despite the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Ass…hole.”

He laughs, the sound crisp and captivating, making your walls flutter around his length. You bite your lip, your hands moving to hold onto his arm. You press his hand a bit tighter around your neck, moaning at the sensation of him squeezing it lightly.

“Shit, baby, you like that?” He asks, knocking your legs wider.

You moan, nodding as all rational thought leaves your brain. His thrusts pick up, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at a blur. His other hand wraps around your waist, slipping in-between your legs to rub at your clit. You gasp, crying out at the sensation, your body yelling in discontent as you cum yet again. Tears bite at the corners of your eyes, a sob escaping your chest. Vox was slamming into you, fucking you like his very life depended on it.

“Please.” You sob, your tears falling down onto his hand as he squeezed your neck softly.

Vox waited, expecting you to use your safeword, “One more baby. Can you do one more?”

You shake your head, your legs giving out from underneath you suddenly.

“Fuck.” Vox hissed, his grip tightening around you to keep you upright.

He was chasing his own release, torn between stopping for your sake, and cumming again. You still hadn’t used your safeword, which he was listening eagerly for, afraid he was pushing you too far.

“We can stop-”

You shake your head again, your nails digging sharply into his arm. Despite the overstimulation, you didn’t want him to stop.

“No…” You whimper, walls squeezing around him again. “More…”

Vox’s eyes widened, but he kept his pace. He wondered if your body was too tired to give you another orgasm. His hips stuttered as he approached his incoming release.

“Come on baby, give me one more.” He murmured, his fingers circling your clit with a feather light touch that had your walls jumping around him. “One more to celebrate us, hmm?”

You whine, his touch too much as you crash into a final orgasm.

“Fuccck, just like that!” Vox praised, slamming into you a final time as he came again.

He pulled out of your pussy a moment later, his hand dropping from your neck. His seed leaked from you, dripping onto the floor. Vox stepped forward, picking you up into a bridal carry before you could fall.

He carted you to your room where he laid your exhausted body down onto your bed. Your eyes closed, exhaustion dragging down on you, making you sleepy. He left the room, returning a moment later to clean you up. The warm wet rag had you crying out, his gentle touch too much.

“Shhh… We’re done, baby. You did so good for me.” He pulls away, tossing the rag somewhere as he climbs into bed with you.

You were faintly aware of Vox taking off the rest of your clothes, his own following. He pulls you into his arms, allowing you to nuzzle against him.

He was quiet for a moment before asking, “How do you feel about letting the entirety of Hell know?”

“Hmmm?” You whine, not sure what he was talking about.

He clarified quietly, “About us, doll. I figured, I love you so much that I don’t care that Valentino and Velvette know. Hell, I don’t care that they were teasing me as ruthlessly as they were. Because I know that you’re mine.”

“Too much talking.” You mutter, half asleep against him. “Tell me tomorrow.”

He chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face. He presses a kiss against your forehead.

“I was just saying, I love you.”

You hum again, just on the edge of sleep, “I love you too.”

Vox watches you for a few moments, noting how your body relaxed against him. Your breathing slows as you fall asleep. He closed his own eyes, pulling a blanket over the both of you. He would ask you again tomorrow, and apologize for pushing you as far as he did. He decided he’d take you out on an official, public, date to make it up to you. Especially since you still seemed confused. He chuckled, smiling to himself as he fell asleep.

Chapter 5: Vox: Hypnosis

Summary:

Vox hasn't ever been able to hypnotize you. So when you reveal that he actually can with your consent, he doesn't hesitate to do so.

Notes:

Because this is hypnosis, it technically is dub-con, even though reader gives consent. Proceed with caution or skip altogether.
Word Count: 2,095

Vox had discovered early into knowing you that he couldn't hypnotize you. At first it had frustrated him to no end. How was it that there was someone else who could resist his hypnosis? You weren't even an Overlord! He could at least hypnotize Valentino... So what made you different?

It was a question that faded away as he got to know you. You were intelligent, not as weak-willed as most of the Sinners in Pentagram City. It was only natural that you could resist his hypnosis. Still, a deep part of him was completely miffed at it. He prided himself in his powers, after all.

 

He was watching some mindless show with you beside him on the couch when you spoke up.

“How would you feel about hypnotizing me?” Your voice was soft, curiosity clear in your voice.

Vox paused his show, turning to look at you, his eyes searching your face. “My hypnosis doesn't work on you.”

He didn't know why you were asking him how he felt about it when you both knew you weren’t susceptible.

You roll your eyes, “Just answer the question.”

He raised an eyebrow but thought about it. “I don’t really have a need to hypnotize you, babydoll. So I don’t know how I’d feel about it. Why?”

You shift onto your knees, shuffling over to settle onto his lap. “You could hypnotize me. It hasn’t worked before because I’ve never given you my consent to do so before.”

You press a soft kiss against his lips, “There’s always a level of consent to it, you can’t make me do something I don’t want to do.”

He returns your kiss, his hands moving to your waist, holding you against him. “What I’m hearing is that I can actually hypnotize you?”

You nod, kissing down his neck. “Correcto! I give you my consent and you can hypnotize me. So…what do you think about hypnotizing me?”

He thinks for a second, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. You press kisses against his neck, nibbling here and there.

Vox groans, “In what context are you asking me, doll?”

You pull back, meeting his gaze. “Well you see…I kind of have a hypnosis kink. So in the context of us… having sex.”

He blinks in surprise, a shocked chuckle escaping him. “You have a hypnosis kink and you’re only telling me this now?”

You nod, “I am. I trust you, Vox. Enough to surrender my mind to you and let you do whatever the fuck you want…well to an extent. You can’t do anything to me that I don’t want on some subconscious level.”

A soft blush covers his screen and you can feel his cock twitching to life beneath you at the thought. “Shit, baby. I wasn’t expecting this from you.”

You giggle, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. “Well? Do you want to?”

“Uh, fuck yes?” He responds, his smile widening. “Come on babydoll, surrender your mind to me.”

You roll your eyes at his words but meet his gaze. His left eye starts to swirl with his hypnotic powers. You take a deep breath, relaxing in his arms. You trusted Vox not to abuse what you were offering and with that, you gave your consent. His powers seeped into your mind, blanketing it with a hazy fog. Your body relaxed against him, slumping slightly. Vox watched you carefully, taking note of how your eyes were taken over with the red and black spirals of his powers. How your body relaxed against him. The sight was alluring. He could almost get drunk on the sight of you, knowing you were compliant to him.

“What to do, what to do…” he muses, rubbing at the bottom of his screen, as though rubbing his chin.

Deciding to test the waters he suggests, “Stand up.”

You do so immediately, climbing off his lap to stand before him. Vox looked up at you, letting his hands fall from your hips. He could make you do a lot. Not everything, and certainly nothing against your subconscious boundaries. But a lot.

Still he asks, “You said there's a level of consent…that means I can't make you do anything you're uncomfortable with, correct?”

You nod, your voice low, “correct.”

“And if I suggest something that you don’t like?”

“I’ll wake up.” Came your reply.

He nods, “Okay.. then how about you strip for me, doll?”

Vox watches, entranced, as you began to strip. Your shirt dropped to the floor, your pants following. He bit his bottom lip, watching you shimmy out your panties and pull off your bra. His eyes raked down your body slowly, taking in your curves. The way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He reached for his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. He was hard to an almost painful extent, precum leaking down his cock.

“How long have you wanted me to hypnotize you and fuck you?” He asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Months.” You murmur, your eyes locking in on his cock.

He smirks, “Did you touch yourself thinking about me using you?”

You nod, your legs pressing together as your arousal builds. “Yes.”

“Shit.” He says, beginning to pump his cock slowly. “Show me how you touched yourself.”

You moved immediately, your hand sliding down in between your legs. You gathered up the slick from your cunt, dragging it up to swirl around your clit. Your other hand circled your nipples, pinching the hardening buds. You slipped your fingers lower, slipping them inside you.

Vox felt himself getting harder, his hand moving a little faster on his cock.

“Bring yourself to orgasm, babydoll.”

He watched as your efforts doubled, loud moans spilling from your lips. You stood in the middle of the living room, pleasuring yourself for him. It was almost too much. You cried out, your body jerking as you came around your own fingers.

“Stop.” He requested, watching you pull your fingers from your dripping hole.

He sat back, his hand stalling around his cock. “Come here and staddle me.”

You followed his command, climbing back onto his lap, his cock brushing against your entrance. Vox grasped your hips again, lining you up before pulling you down onto his cock. He groaned, clenching his teeth as your tight pussy enveloped him.

He was ready to up the ante, “You want me to keep fucking you, no matter how sensitive you are. You feel empty without my cock inside you. You will do anything to get me to keep fucking you. Understand?”

You bite back a whimper, nodding desperately. “Yes.”

He pulled you down into a kiss, rolling his hips into you slowly, “fuck, doll, you’re so wet for me.”

He moved you up and down his cock, slowly fucking into you. His pace picked up, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your head fell back, your body taking over his movements to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it.” He mutters, kissing down your neck.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. Vox moves from nipple to nipple, relishing in your moans. The sound of him fucking into you filled the air obscenely. He pulled back, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“You look so beautiful. So dumb and compliant on my cock. Not a thought in that smart head of yours right now, is there?”

You shake your head no, your body tensing as you grow closer to another release.

Vox stopped his thrusts, his hands tightening around you, stopping you from moving. You cried out, confusion and frustration filling you.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“No!” You respond quickly, your mind wanting him to continue fucking you. “Please!”

He chuckled, realizing his suggestion was working. Vox resumed his thrusts, rolling up against you.

“Go on, doll. You can fuck yourself on my cock.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, your hands tightening against his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Your movements begin again, your pace in time with his. It wasn’t long before your orgasm was rising up again. Your walls fluttered around him, drawing a guttural groan from Vox.

“Cum for me.” He mutters, his hips snapping up into you sharply, his thumb pressing a little harder against your clit.

Your body quakes as your release hits you hard. Your head falls forward against his chest, your body still moving automatically.

“Vox!” You whine, your walls squeezing his cock tightly.

“Fucccck.” He groans, his breathing ragged as his own release hits him unexpectedly.

He drags you down onto him, thrusting up into you as deep as he can go as he cums. He stills after a moment, catching his breath. It takes him a moment to calm down when he sees you wiggling desperately.

He chuckles, “You want me to keep fucking you, babydoll?”

You nod, “Yes, please. Please keep fucking me, Vox.”

He rolls his hips against you once more, his cock hardening again. He lifts you off his lap, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of his cock.

“Lay down on the couch and hold your knees to your chest.” He demands.

He watches as you move. You lay down, bringing your knees to your chest and holding them there. Vox settles in between your legs, sliding back inside you. The position let him slide deeper inside you, his cock-head kissing against your cervix.

“You look so beautiful like this…Can I take a photo?”

You bite your lip but nod. Vox’s eyes widened, not having expected you to say yes. He pulls his phone from his pants, still hanging loosely around his waist. He snaps a picture of you. He was cock balls deep inside you, pressing you down in a mating press.

He fumbles slightly, sending you the photo. Your phone dings on the coffee table as he tosses his aside. Vox rolls his hips down against you, slowly picking up speed with every pass.

His voice glitches, “Fuccck.”

Vox leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his body pressing even deeper inside of you. A mewl tears from your lips at the sensation, your walls fluttering around his cock once again. Another orgasm was building in your gut, swirling tighter and tighter.

“Going to cum inside you, doll.” Vox gasps, his pace bruising. “Can you give me one more release?”

You nod, “y-yes.”

He chuckles, seeing that, despite your hypnosis, you had learned your lesson in not responding to his questions. His hips slapped into you harshly with every rough thrust of his, sending you closer and closer to your inevitable release. Your arms reached around his back, pulling him tighter against you.

“Please.” You whimper, “Please.”

“Please, what?” He prompts.

“Cum inside me.” You whine, “I need to feel you, Vox. Please, please, please.”

He smiles, his hips stuttering at your begging. “Cum for me one more time, babydoll and then I’ll give you what you want.”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit again. Vox had barely touched you when you cried out, your release crashing down over you.

“That’s it.” He praises, “So good, so good for me.”

His pace never slows down despite how tightly your walls clenched around his cock.

“Just like that….oh fuUUCCK!” His voice glitched out, a party noisemaker sound emitting from his speakers as he came.

His hot cum splashed against your cervix, filling you up. Vox slowed down his thrusts, idly fucking his cum deeper into you. You mewled at the sensation, your body overly sensitive. He came to a stop, his eyes meeting yours.

“Wake for me, doll.” He whispers, watching the swirls fade from your eyes.

You blinked up at Vox, the haze falling away from your mind. You both were panting from the exertion. Vox slowly pulled out of you, the sensation causing you to mewl. He helped you sit up.

“You did so good for me, baby. Do you…remember any of that?”

You take a moment to catch your breath before confirming, “I do.”

Vox stands offering you his hand, “Let’s go clean up, hmm?”

You smile, taking his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “Thank you, for not abusing the trust I gave you.”

Vox’s expression softens, “I’d never. Now let’s get you cleaned up and then maybe I’ll take you out to dinner. Sound good?”

Your smile widens, your eyes shining with adoration for the Overlord. “Yeah, that sounds good, my love.”

Chapter 6: Vox: Mutual Masturbation

Summary:

Vox is away on a business trip, missing you something fierce. He calls you his second day in. The call turns into mutual masturbation, with the both of you exchanging feelings you weren't ready to admit.

Notes:

Kind of soft. Not heavily edited, just short and sweet.
Word Count: 1,278

Two days. It had been two days since Vox had last seen you. For whatever reason, the investors he was meeting couldn’t come to him. Which meant he was two cities away from Pentagram City, two cities away from you.

And he was going insane.

The investors he was supposed to meet on the first day, couldn’t make it until his second day into the trip. Which extended his stay another day. On top of that, they were bumbling fools who were tripping over themselves to impress him. Which, coincidentally, meant that they were not impressing him. One bit. Vox was missing you badly. Somehow you managed to be his rock in the hellscape that was Hell, and without you by his side…Well, he was certain this trip would end with no investors, just two dead sinners.

 

He finally managed to get back to his hotel room at about eleven that night. Finally free from those idiots. Vox pulled off his suit jacket, kicked off his shoes, and pulled his bowtie free before face-planting onto the bed. You had offered to come with him on the trip, but he had- regrettably- declined. This was a business trip after all and what type of message would it send if he showed up with you by his side? He rolls onto his back, searching his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out, calling you. He didn’t expect you to pick up, with it being so late. But on the second ring, you did.

“Hey babydoll.” He greets idly, transferring the call over to the room’s TV.

He can hear the smile in your voice, “Hi, Vox. Long day?”

He chuckles, sitting up as your face appears on the TV. Video call, it was then. “You could tell?”

Seeing you smile, even though video, had his heart doing flips.

“I can always tell, Vox.” You say softly, casting your own phone screen to your computer monitor to see him closer.

He sighs, “I wish I had let you come with me. I’m exhausted, stressed. These sinners are complete idiots.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Oh, whatever should you do?” Your tone was teasing, but remained soft.

He quirked an eyebrow, evidently not amused by your teasing. “Watch it, doll. I’ve already considered killing these two. I don’t need your sass today.”

You roll your eyes, giving Vox a slight pout. “Well then, what do you need?”

He fell back against the bed with a loud groan. “I need you.” Came his muttered reply.

“Ah, well. I’m sorry, but someone barred me from coming with you.” You say pointedly. “But perhaps we can do something over video?”

He sat back up slowly, intrigued despite his annoyance with you sassing him. “What do you have in mind, babydoll?”

You give him a soft smile, bordering on playful. “Well you did get me that new toy…”

He smirked, you definitely had his attention now. “I did…are you going to use it for me?”

A nod, followed by you pulling your shirt off over your head. You made sure to stay in the line of sight of your camera, shimmying off your pants. You sat back down at your desk, reaching for your drawer where you kept your arsenal of toys.

You still remember Vox being insulted you had so many at the start of, whatever your relationship was. But now, on the occasion he treated you to the best that money could buy. Or in this case, to whatever toy you wanted. You flash the new toy on camera for him, watching as he reaches to undo his own pants.

“I don’t think we’ve done this before.” You comment, slowly taking off your bra.

The movement catches Vox’s eye and he watches intently as your breasts spill free from their confines. “Done what before?”

“Mutual masturbation.” You state simply, slipping your panties off before spreading your legs for the camera, for him.

He hums, freeing his hardening length from his boxers. “Phone sex too, technically.”

“Technically.” You shrug, slipping the dildo between your legs, gasping at the cold feeling.

Vox’s eyes never leave your body, following your every move. You swirl the tip of the dildo around your clit before sliding it lower. You bite back another gasp at how cold the glass is.

“Oh doll, I wish you were here.” Vox moaned, slowly beginning to pump his cock, watching you.

You raise an eyebrow but keep your quips to yourself, teasing your entrance. You pull back, swirling the toy around your clit, then back again. Finally you slip it inside you, moaning at the sensation of being filled. Vox bites his bottom lip, holding back a groan at the sight. You pull it out to the tip then slowly push it back inside.

“Fuck you’re so wet.” He comments, his hand moving faster.

“Well I may have been ‘prepared’ shall we say, when you called.”

His eyes widened before he smirked. “You dirty, dirty girl. You were playing with yourself before I called?”

“I answered the call-” A sharp intake of breath as you sped up your movements, trying to keep in time with Vox’s hand pumping his length. “With my hand still down my pants.”

“Shit.” He curses, his eyes closing as he imagined it. “I miss you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, your pace faltering slightly. Sometimes your relationship with him borders into something softer. Something you were terrified to acknowledge in case doing so caused it to end.

“I… miss you too.” You admit softly, tentatively, speeding back up.

Your hips roll down against the dildo, meeting every thrust of your hand. Your arm was growing tired but you refused to stop, you were so close to your edge. Vox sped up even more, fucking up into his fist, his groans loud and unashamed. He had you blushing despite the lewd sounds spilling from your own lips.

“Fuccck.” He groaned, his eyes opening again to watch you.

You swallowed hard, shivering underneath his gaze, you moaned his name. “I’m so close.”

He sucks in a breath, “I am too. Cum for me baby, let me see you come undone for me.”

“Shit.” You gasped, your body tensing as an orgasm rolled through you.

You tried your best to fuck yourself through it, your pace faltering. Your release dampened the chair beneath you, your breathing ragged. Vox groaned again, slowing his hand as he came. His release splashed against his hand and dress shirt, staining it. He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes meeting yours.

“When I get home I’m fucking you senseless, got it babydoll?” He asks, reaching for tissues to clean himself up.

You laugh softly, smiling again. “I’m looking forward to it, my love. When are you home?”

He groaned in annoyance, flopping back onto the bed, his cock softening. “I’m here for two more fucking days. But then I’ll be home and I’ll be all yours.”

“You better be. I’m going to get cleaned up, I’ll see you soon.” You say, shifting to grab your phone and end the call. “I love you.”

You freeze, your eyes widening as you realize you just told Vox you loved him. Something that neither of you had ever done, or discussed for that matter.

“Love you too.” He replied, ending the call before you could.

Vox, much like you, froze in realization of the words exchanged- the feeling behind them. He ran a hand down his face, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. That was new. After a moment he laughed, the sound filling the small hotel room.

New, indeed. But not unwelcome.

Chapter 7: Vox: Accidental Stimulation

Summary:

Your climb up the corporate ladder to Vox's assistant has drawn his attention. He asks you to sign a soul contract which you deny. He follows you onto a packed elevator, quickly regretting it, as your close proximity starts making him aroused.

Notes:

I kind of like this one, something fun about this prompt. Also, I've been doing this for a week??? Whaaaat?
Word Count: 2,276

You had painstakingly climbed the corporate ladder of VoxTek Enterprises. Your path to becoming Vox’s assistant was one you had carved out for yourself with determination and your excellent work ethic. You had never missed a day, working even when you were sick, most of the time from home. You were never late and often stayed later than your scheduled shift. Like in life, you lived to do something. And if that was doing a job, then you’d do it. Especially if it meant you got to work for the CEO of Voxtek himself. The Overlord was an enigma, one that you were intrigued by.

Coincidentally, you were also an enigma to Vox. You hadn’t signed a contract with him, nor his fellow Vees. As far as he could tell, you owned your own soul. Yet you hadn’t missed a single day in the two years you had been working at his company. Did you get sick? Even he got sick, and had to begrudgingly take days off. And the way you climbed the corporate ladder? Mind-boggling. You were an enigma, one that Vox wanted to crack. So when he had the opportunity, he promoted you to be one of his many assistants.

He didn’t think too much about how your presence seemed to calm him. How the two of you could bounce ideas off of one another. Talk and laugh for hours… How he would request your presence more and more. If he didn’t think about it, then it wasn’t happening, and therefore did not exist. Though he was acutely aware of these growing feelings for you. Deep down, he was terrified of you leaving, moving on to something bigger and better. He was terrified of you leaving him. So he decided to ask you to sign a contract with him, not expecting you to say anything but yes.

 

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan, ignoring the digital contract he had drawn up for your soul.

He chuckled, the sound low and full of disbelief, slightly hurt by your refusal. “I’m sorry?”

You stood up from across his desk, taking a deep breath, “I’m not going to give you my soul, Sir.”

He stood up as well, following you around his desk. His eyes narrowed as you turned your back to him, walking down the catwalk towards the doors.

He spoke your name, his voice firm. The tone he used sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to stop in your walk. You looked back at him, meeting his gaze. There was a lot going on in his eyes, a mix of emotion you couldn’t quite identify.

You spoke first, your voice slightly strained. “Don’t ask me for my soul, Vox.”

He stiffened as though you had struck him. His name falling from your lips in that tone, had his chest squeezing in discontent. He cleared his throat, his suave mask slipping back into place as he smirked.

“I’m not asking for your soul, I just want you to re-sign your contract for next year.” He lied, taking a step towards you.

Annoyance flashed through you as you saw right through him. Frowning, you turn away from him again. Your pace quickens, a strange feeling of sadness filling you. That wasn’t something you exactly wanted to think about or even attempt to unpack. The doors opened in front of you, letting you slip past.

You were just at the elevator when Vox caught up to you. His hand circling around your wrist, tugging lightly. Enough to get your attention but not to hurt.

Your name falls from his lips again, spoken softly. Almost sweetly. “Think of it as safety.”

Your brows knit together as you pull your hand from his grasp. “Safety from what?”

He opens his mouth to answer but the elevator opens and you get on. Vox clenches his jaw and follows after you, glowering at the other sinner on the elevator. You let out a soft sigh in relief, if someone else was near, then Vox wouldn’t be able to talk to you about any contracts. It was a moment of reprieve that you hope lasts. You reached for the buttons at the same time Vox did. Your hands brushed briefly. You selected your floor while he selected the penthouse. His eyes never left you as he did so. You tried your best to ignore his stare.

A few floors up and the elevator opened to reveal a gaggle of sinners all waiting to get on. You stiffened, not fond of what was about to happen. Vox took a step back, his hand resting on your hip as he dragged you against him. You shoot a glare up at him, but his attention is on the sinners loading into the elevator. It didn’t take you long to realize that Vox seemed uncomfortable. You raised an eyebrow, a smirk taking over your face. You didn’t like how packed the elevator was either. But at least he was suffering. It served him right for trying to get you to sign a soul contract.

The elevator, all loaded, jolted to a start. Lurching beneath the weight for a moment before resuming its path as normal. The sensation made your stomach flip, a shiver of apprehension shooting through you. You pressed back against Vox subconsciously. Vox glanced down at you, his brows furrowed as he caught sight of your smirk.

Vox leaned down slightly, whispering into your ear. “Something amusing, doll?”

A shiver ran up your spine, your body tensing against him. His voice did sinful things to your body, not that you’d ever admit that to yourself, or him for the matter. 

You leaned back to reply in a low murmur, “Your face.”

He scowled, not having expected that from you, his claws flexing against your hip. You giggled softly, raising a hand to cover the sound. Vox pulled you closer against him. His breath hitched at the sudden sensation of his cock pulling against his boxers and slacks. The sudden stimulation, paired with you pressing back against him, had his cock twitching to life. You hadn’t seemed to notice, which meant that no one else in the hell-forsaken elevator had noticed either. He tentatively moved, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Again his boxers and slacks pulled across his member, stimulating him. His cock twitched again, gradually getting harder. He swallowed back a groan at the sensation, hoping beyond hope that you hadn’t noticed his growing arousal.

The elevator jerked again, the movement stimulating him even further. Vox’s claws dug deeper into your hip causing you to hiss out in pain. The sound caught his attention. He quickly relaxed his grip, murmuring, “sorry,” as he tried to step away from you. You lose your balance at his sudden withdrawal, crashing back against him. Vox has no choice but to catch you, his hand flexing, squeezing your hip. He was certain you had felt his hard-on pressing against your back. But if you had, you made no signs of it. You said nothing, your face staying in a state of perpetual annoyance at the elevator being so packed. Vox couldn’t help himself, rolling his hips forward slightly. His eyes fluttered shut at the delicious drag against his cock, the feeling of you pressed against his chest. His breathing was getting quicker, though he tried to hide it. If he wasn’t as aroused as he was, he would have felt ashamed.

He was in a packed elevator, getting off to the feeling of you pressed against him. His hand flexed around your hip again, catching your attention as Vox used you as a stress ball. You glance up at your boss, seeing his eyes close as he steadies his breathing. You watch him for a few moments, faintly aware of the elevator stopping. The doors open and quite a few sinners get off. The elevator felt less cramped. You breathe a little easier, feeling the throes of sinners thin. Still Vox keeps you held against him. Not that you mind too much. Despite your annoyance with him trying to get you to sign your soul to him. He was oddly endearing. That’s what you told yourself anyway, refusing to unpack the deeper feelings lying just beneath the surface.

Your gaze returns forward again, watching the floors tick by. More sinners get out, the numbers dwindling. Vox rolls his hips against you again, this time you feel his movement, casting a curious glance up at him. His eyes flicker open, catching your eyes. His pupils are slightly blown out and the way he looks down at you can only be described as sinful. A thrill runs through your body, your face flushing with heat. You bite your lip, unsure if you should say anything or not. Ask him why he was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you right then and there. But the elevator came to another stop. Some sinners got off, more got on. You bit your tongue, keeping your questions to yourself for the time being.

Vox felt you step closer once more as more sinners got onto the elevator. You shifted from foot to foot, an obvious nervous tick. But he wasn’t exactly paying attention to why you were shifting. What he was paying attention to was how great it felt. Your continued movement was stimulating him far more than anything else had up to that point. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release. The fact that you didn’t seem to realize what was happening was only making it more alluring. Getting off against you- in a slightly less packed elevator- was exhilarating. His breath hitched again, his cock twitching insistently.

That you felt, your brows furrowing as you tried to figure out what exactly it was. The doors opened, all but one sinner got off. You moved your hand behind you, feigning an itch. Your hand grazed against Vox’s hard-on straining painfully against his slacks. Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your face as the realization hit you. Your eyes shot up to Vox, finding him already watching you. His gaze told you that he knew you knew. The doors opened and the sinner got off.

Leaving you both alone together.

For a moment you just stood there, wide eyed. Vox’s hand was still on your hip, keeping you pressed against him.

“S-Sir?” You whispered.

The elevator doors opened on your floor. Then closed. The ascent continued towards the penthouse.

His voice was husky, full of lust. “See what you do to me?” He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, his breathing ragged.

He was so close it was almost shameful. He was about to cum himself like he was going through puberty all over again.

“Vox..” You breathe, unsure of where this was going.

You were unsure of where you wanted it to go. Vox was an enigma, one you had wanted to solve. You hadn’t expected yourself to get tangled up in the man himself. But you couldn’t deny the way your heart beat faster, the way that warmth curled in your core. Minutes ago he had been trying to get you to sign a soul contract with him. Now he was moments away from cumming, all because of the accidental stimulation you had provided. You took a step away from him, turning to face him. You saw the way his gaze darkened, the sense of loss that came off him in waves. You took a deep breath, reaching forward to cup his erection through his pants.

Vox inhales sharply, his hips rolling against your hand. A shameless moan falls from his lips, his eyes watching you intensely. After a moment you tear your eyes away from his tented pants to meet his eyes. Before you could speak, he moved, capturing your lips with his. He rolls his hips against your hand as you kiss him back. You squeeze his cock lightly, Vox’s hips jerking against your touch. You remove your hand long enough to slip your hand down his slacks. You bite back a moan at the warmth of his cock against your hand. Your fingers delicately close around him, trailing up and down, in slow, languid strokes.

“Fuck!” He cries out, his hips rolling against your touch.

He rutted against your hand, chasing his release, his breathing heavy. He came with a groan, his chest heaving. You watched as he came undone beneath your touch, the thrill of making him cum by barely touching him, was a high you didn’t want to forget. A high you wanted more of. You slowly withdrew your hand from his pants. The elevator opened up to the penthouse. Vox took a step towards you and you took a step back. Letting him walk you backwards into the penthouse. Your back hit the kitchen island, a gasp slipping from your lips. Vox leaned in, both of his arms closing around you. He pinned you against him and the island, his eyes wild with desire. He pressed his hips against you, his arousal not fading despite having just cum.

“I propose a new deal.” He mutters, his gaze flickering down your body. “No contract, just us.”

You quirk an eyebrow, feeling him undress you with his eyes. “I’m listening.”

He smiles, his grin cocky and bleeding confidence. It was a smile that had heat pooling between your legs. A smile that had your heart skipping a beat. Whatever came from this night, nothing would ever be the same again. So you welcomed it with open arms, pulling Vox down into a searing kiss.

Chapter 8: Vox: Somnophilia

Summary:

Vox promises you that he'll be home at eight. Eight comes and goes, with you going to bed upset. Upon returning home Vox realizes he missed out on a lot, but you still manage to give him it.

Notes:

This has dubious consent, with Vox touching reader without their verbal consent or consciousness.
Also, Redkitsune has a very similar fic with Vox called Late Meetings, go check her fic!
Somnophilia was on my list and I also happened to choose Vox for this prompt. Any similarities are accidental and I'm aware of a few. (Vox, late night/meetings, and the topic.) I attempted to make this as unique as I could despite the obvious similarities. Great minds think alike, ey Kit? (Honestly yell at me if you think it's too similar and I will take it down + Promptly rewrite.)
Also Human!Vox
Word Count: 1,962

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were indeed the luckiest woman in the world.

Chapter 9: Alastor: Marking

Summary:

Alastor had been avoiding you, leading you to believe you did something wrong. But when you start ignoring him, favoring the other male sinners of the hotel, he decides its time to mark his claim.

Notes:

First Alastor fic! I had to force myself to stop editing this one, so it might be a little long-winded. My apologises.
Word Count: 2,925

There was something about you that drew Alastor’s attention. He couldn’t care less about the sinner’s in the hotel. Only playing the part of a gracious hotelier for his own entertainment. But you. You were an intriguing sinner that drew his attention, much to his own disgust. Perhaps it was because you were also a deer demon? Whatever the reason, he disliked it.

He went back and forth on finding your presence so very grating, and craving it all the same. When he had expressed his utter annoyance to Rosie she only laughed and told him he was catching feelings. He had laughed. Him? Catching feelings? Absolutely unheard of. And Rosie herself even had the gall to sound shocked! So Alastor decided the next best course of action was to simply ignore you.

It worked. For a while, that was. Until he noticed how dejected you appeared as he sought to actively avoid you. It was almost like you…enjoyed his presence. He found himself going back to tolerating being in the same room as you, but never speaking to you. He ignored you blatantly, ignoring how the sight of your face falling pulled at his heartstrings. His smile always strained at how crestfallen you’d look. And finally, much to his relief and chagrin, you started avoiding him.

You no longer sought him out, if he was already in the room, you’d simply look away. You didn’t go to him for simple things, the trivial things that you had once sought him out for. To tell him of something funny or to ask about his day. He didn’t miss it…that’s what he told himself. He didn’t mind you turning from him, sadness shining in your eyes. He didn’t mind it when Husker or Angel Dust made you laugh and banished the sadness from your eyes. And it certainly did not bother him when Lucifer noticed your crestfallen mood one day, procuring a rubber duck for you. Alastor certainly did not dislike the smile on your face at the sight. He just disliked that it was the King of Hell who had made you smile like that.

 

Today was unlike any other, he was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of neat whiskey. You return to the hotel and head towards the bar, your eyes rolling over Alastor briefly before turning your attention fully to Husk, not even sparing the Radio Demon a simple ‘Hello.’ The radio static picks up around Alastor, almost biting into your skin. Alastor’s smile strains, his eye twitching in pure annoyance at your dismissive nature. He ignored that he had been doing the same to you just a week ago. His hand flexed, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey.

“Hello, Husk!” You greet brightly, flashing the ex-overlord a dazzling smile.

“Hi.” The cat-sinner greets, sounding slightly grumpy, “What can I make you today?”

You hum, tilting your head slightly, the action mirroring Alastor’s own habit. “I’ll take anything you make me, Husk!”

The bartender smiled slightly, shrugging. “Well then I better not hear any complaints.”

“No complaints.” You smile, sitting one bar stool away from Alastor. “I promise.”

Alastor sipped on his whisky, his eyes never leaving you as you interact with Husk, his eyes narrowing slightly. After a moment Husk sets a drink in front of you earning a smile and a flick of your ear.

“Thank you, Husker.” You say, bringing the drink up to your lips.

You make a face at the taste, but don’t say anything, choosing instead to sip at the drink.

“You don’t have to pretend to like it, you know.” Husk said, chuckling at your look of disgust.

You shake your head, “You said no complaints. I’m not complaining.”

You took another sip of the horrible liquid, an involuntary shiver running through your body. Alastor watches you, watching your reaction, how you respond to Husk. He notes how your eyes shine, how you so willingly interact with Husk while ignoring him. You went as far as to sit an entire bar stool away from him. He felt weirdly jealous, though he'd never admit to that aloud. His eye twitch returned, the sound of static rising dangerously around him. And you roll your eyes at him!

A cold feeling of anger runs through Alastor as he stands up suddenly. His sudden movement draws your attention away from Husk, your eyes meeting red.

He speaks your name, his voice cold and demanding. “A word?”

You take a deep breath, standing up and catching Husk’s gaze. There was a warning there, silently urging you not to trust Alastor. You slam down the rest of your drink, cracking your neck slightly. As though you needed the liquid courage to deal with him. The thought annoyed Alastor. You take a deep breath, before turning to face the Overlord.

“Certainly.” You flash him a smile, one that he knows is fake.

It irks him to no end. But the fact that you’ve even agreed to step aside with him is a miracle in itself, especially after the way he’s been treating you. He leads you just out of Husk’s sight. Where you raise an unimpressed eyebrow and cross your arms against your chest.

“What is it, Alastor? Are you finally going to tell me what I’ve done to earn your ire?” You challenge, your eyes never leaving his.

“Earn my ire?” He echos. “My dear, you’re mistaken. You’ve done nothing of the sort!”

His voice is bright and chipper, like it always is. Your brows furrowed before you could stop them. Confusion and hurt flashing through you. You liked Alastor, you did, or… had. You felt safe near him for whatever reason, his presence was calming to a weird degree. You had, at one point, found yourself drawn to the enigmatic Overlord, wanting to know about him. But his actions, his means to ignore you, had told you loud and clear that your presence wasn’t welcome. You were obviously nothing more than an annoyance. Why else would he go through such lengths to avoid you or just blatantly ignore you? It had to have been because he didn’t like you, what other reason could there have been?

“Then why?” You ask softly, your voice full of genuine hurt.

You take a deep breath, turning away from him. “Nevermind, you won’t tell me anyway.”

Alastor found himself stepping forward, reaching out to grip your wrist. He didn't like that you turned away from him, that you were intent on walking away. The both of you melted away into shadows, reappearing a moment later in his room. You gasped at the sensation, swaying slightly.

“What the fuck!?” You gasp, turning to look at Alastor, demanding an explanation.

“Such nasty words.” He chides, “I believe, my dear, you owe me an explanation.”

“What?” You whisper, your head tilting in confusion. “About what?”

“About why you’ve been so keen on ignoring me.” He takes a step forward. “Why do you insist on giving them more attention?”

Your brows furrow again, a frown taking over your face. “You were the one ignoring me, asshole!” You snap, “Fucks sake, Alastor, it almost sounds like you’re jealous.”

You shake your head, laughing in disbelief. Alastor’s eyes narrow, closing the distance between the two of you. He grabs your hand, yanking you against his body. He wraps his other arm around you, holding you close to him.

“Now, now, my dear. I cannot be jealous of what belongs to me.”

You laughed in his face again, slightly in disbelief, but mostly in frustration. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am completely serious.” He replies simply, “And perhaps it’s time I lay that stake. Make it clear just who owns you.”

His words make you shiver, your heart beating a little faster. But that doesn't stop your utter bafflement.

“You don't own me.” You roll your eyes, trying to push away from him. “And there's no way in the seven circles that I will ever give you my soul. So fuck you.”

His smile strained yet again, his eyes narrowing, betraying his discontent. “Come again?”

You understand that he's daring you to challenge him again, prompting you to step out of line.

“Two weeks!” You hiss, “First you avoided me, disappearing from every room I stepped in. Then you just blatantly ignored me. Do you understand how much that hurts? And if… if I haven't done something to earn your ire then you must just simply hate me. Regardless, I'm not going to give you my soul. Why should I? When you treat me like this?”

If his smile could fall, it would have. Instead his expression softened, a sadness entering his eyes. Something that had your heart stuttering within your chest, squeezing with unease.

“You think I hate you?” He asks softly.

“Yes!” You huff in slight aggravation, trying your best to ignore how he’d looked almost crestfallen. “Why else are you avoiding me? Ignoring me? Treating me like I’m nothing?”

“It was never my intention to hurt you, my dear-”

“Yeah?” You scoff. “Well, you did!”

“May I finish?” he asks, radio filter falling away from his voice as he pulls you closer.

You clench your teeth but nod, permitting him to finish whatever he had to say to you.

When he speaks the filter is back, “It was never my intent to make you think that I hate you, or that I was upset at you. Whatever may I do to make it up to you?” 

 You take a deep breath before deciding, “Stop ignoring me for one.”

“Am I ignoring you right now, little one?” He asked, leaning forward, his breath fanning against your neck.

You swallow, unable to stop the whimper from spilling from you at his closeness. There was no stopping how your body responded to him, though you wished it wouldn’t.

“N-No.” You begrudgingly admitted, “But you have been… and that’s hurt, Al.”

His lips brush against your neck, your eyes closing at the sensation.

“My deepest apologies, my dear. As I mentioned, it wasn't my intention. Perhaps I can make it up to you right now?” He offers, his bottom lip trailing across the skin of your neck.

His touch ignited a path of fire that burned hot at the slight contact. “H-How?” You ask, slightly breathless. 

How had he managed to turn the tables on you so fast? You were supposed to be upset at him! And you were, for the most part. But you were also aware that Alastor held you in his arms, his body pressed against yours. His soft cologne surrounded you, drew you in, made you feel calm.

“First…I think I should make my claim.” His teeth grazed against your shoulder, sending a thrill through you. “Then perhaps I can ask for your forgiveness?”

He was a charming bastard, you’d give him that. “And if I say no?”

He chuckles, the sound surprisingly deep and baritone, sending a thrill straight to your core. “Oh, my dear, I don’t believe you’ll be saying no when I’m done with you.”

His lips pressed against your neck in an almost tender kiss. “Don’t you like the idea of being mine?”

You did indeed like the idea of being his, your body did too. Arousal swirled in your core. But you were still hurt, still confused as to why he'd been acting the way he had.

Your voice wavered, “f-fuck. That’s not fair.”

He chuckled, the sound sending more heat pooling between your legs against your will.

You swallowed, looking away from him, “at least tell me why you've been acting like you have.”

Alastor tilts your chin up, drawing your gaze back to him. “I'm afraid, my dear, you've caught my attention. Earned my affection.”

You swallow thickly, your eyes meeting his. His pupils were slightly blown wide with an animalistic edge that made him look feral. And unfortunately for you, he also looked damn sexy.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. “That doesn’t explain why you’ve been acting like you have.” 

Alastor leans forward, his breath fanning over your face. “I was avoiding you because I didn’t want to feel like this. These feelings are… confusing.”

Your eyes flutter open again at the rawness to his tone. He sounded genuine. “And now?”

“Now…I think it’s best I don’t ignore these feelings.” His lips brushed lightly against yours.

Your heart skips a beat, a small whimper falling from your lips. “And?”

He smirks, his face dipping beneath your chin, his nose grazing along your neck. “I’m going to make you mine. What do you say?”

“O-Okay.” You whisper, your desire winning out over the bells and whistles going off in your head. “Make me yours.”

His grin spread wider, the word “Lovely” spilling from his lips with such a low growl, it nearly shook you to the core. Alastor presses a soft kiss to your neck, before sinking his teeth in without warning. You yelp in pain, your eyes widening as he sucks. His tongue laps up your blood, soothing the sharp sting into a throbbing ache.

“Come tomorrow, everyone will know who owns you.” He promises, claws effortlessly shredding your shirt.

“Fuck, Alastor!” You whine, not having expected him to do that.

You also didn’t expect him to shred your skirt or your panties. His claws glided through the fabric like butter- shredding them effortlessly. His fingers find your clit, rubbing gently. His touch is in stark contrast to the roughness he had just used to shred your clothes.

Your knees buckled beneath you, your hips rolling against his touch. How long had you dreamed about him touching you like this? How many times had you convinced yourself it would never happen? And now here you were, Alastor slipping two fingers inside you. His lips found yours, your eyes fluttering as he worked your entrance open. Soft moans fell from your mouth, almost timid in nature. He pulls his fingers from your cunt, bringing his slick covered fingers to his mouth. He popped them in, sucking your arousal from his fingers. He hums the sound almost like approval. Your face flushed with heat at the thought of him approving of how you tasted.

Alastor stepped forward, backing you up slowly until the backs of your legs hit his bed, and you crumbled beneath him. He followed you down, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss. After a moment he pulls away, his hands reaching for his slacks. You watch in silent fascination as he unbuttons and unzips them, before shoving them down his legs, his boxers following. The sight of his semi-hard cock has you swallowing thickly, your legs pressing together.

“At-ta-ta.” He scolds, forcing his knees in between your legs, spreading them wide. “I want to see you.”

You whine, unable to hide the pure desire running through you. You watch Alastor wrap his hand around his cock, pumping lazily until he’s completely hard.

“I thought you didn’t like sex… or anything.” You murmur, brows furrowed.

“I don’t,” Alastor confirms, shifting forward, running his cock through your slick. “But I will indulge if that means claiming you completely. Marking you as mine.”

“Marking me?” You ask softly, unfamiliar with how your own deer nature worked exactly.

“Indeed!” He replies brightly, thrusting forward, his cock slipping halfway inside you.

You gasp, your eyes widening as he continues to press inside you, never letting up for a single moment. His cock stretches you wide, the sensation burning slightly. There was a mix of pleasure and pain as he entered you, pushing forward until he was completely buried inside you.

“Alastor.” You whisper, breathless, a moan falling from your lips.

“Yes, my dear?” He murmurs, pulling out of you slowly, only to snap his hips back into you sharply.

“Oh fuck!” You moan, back arching against him.

Alastor picks up a steady pace, following your every moan and sigh. “That’s it ma chéri, you take me so well.”

He leans forward, pressing his mouth against your neck again. His pace was increasing, his thrusts hard and frenzied. You were so close, your body quivering with the rising pleasure. Alastor sunk his teeth into your neck again. The sensation had you crying out, your walls squeezing his cock tightly. He moved lower, biting again. He sucked at the wound, encouraging you to bleed, before lapping up the blood. The feeling sent you over the edge. You came hard, your walls fluttering almost painfully around Alastor’s cock. He hisses, biting your shoulder as his cock stills inside you. Hot ropes of cum splash into you, your walls squeezing around his cock, milking him for every drop. Alastor collapses against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he catches his breath. Slowly, he pulls out of you, his release leaking out of your used cunt.

“Now.” He decides, a smirk on his face, “You’re mine, and everyone will know it.”

You feel slightly dazed, your eyes closing as you catch your breath.

“I’m yours.” You echo, before adding, “But you’re still not getting my soul.”

He laughed, “Trust me my dear, I just want you, not your soul.”

His words make you smile, your body relaxing into his bed. You were faintly aware of Alastor snapping, of suddenly feeling clothed. He drapes a blanket over you a moment later, shifting beside you.

“Sleep well, ma chéri.” He whispers into your ear.

His voice was the last thing you heard as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Chapter 10: Vox: Consensual Non-consent

Summary:

You delivered a lack-luster report to Vox. Now he's making you pay for it by bending you over your desk and fucking you.

Notes:

Consensual non-consent/dub-con/non-con for this chapter, so be warned. Vox doesn't explicitly ask for reader's permission.
For some reason I struggled with this prompt, so not too up to parr with what I wanted. Regardless, I wrote it!
Word Count:2,060

There was a long list of reasons why Vox could be upset. From Alastor to Valentino, to something not going as planned. You were used to Vox’s volatile moods, watching him swing from one to the next. He could go from berating the incompetence of a lowly worker, threatening them with being Valentino’s target practice, one minute; To charming the public with his suave personality and handsome smile, in the next. It was enough to give you whiplash.

Luckily for you, you had never been on the receiving end of his frustrations. You were careful, almost to an anxious degree. You ensured that everything you presented Vox with was top notch, not a word mistyped, or a single smudge of ink. In turn you never got yelled at or talked down to. Which was nice…You adored your boss, admired him. Wanted to stay on his good side, and the occasional wet dream of him was something you ignored. After all, it was Vox, who hadn’t fantasized about him?

Unfortunately today, you were a mess, distracted and bumbling. Everything seemed to be going wrong, but that was okay, you could handle it with grace. What you couldn't handle was the fact that your incompetence was directly affecting your boss. Enough so, that he personally came to your office to demand an explanation.

The door opened, catching your attention as you tried to get your computer to stop freaking out.

“One moment!” You call, muttering curses under your breath about the incompetence of your VoxTek issued laptop.

You hadn't realized that it was your boss who had entered, or you would have dropped your task immediately. And you certainly would not have been cursing out the computer he had designed.

“Stupid piece of shit!” You curse loudly, slamming the laptop shut.

This brought you face to face with Vox who quirked an unamused eyebrow at your outburst. You felt the blood drain from your face.

“Oh. Um, S-sir! What can I help you with?” You stammer, aware of how unprofessional your display was.

He held up the report you had sent up an hour ago. “What is this crap?” He asks, sounding exasperated.

You blink, your heart dropping at the sight of it. “I..ah, well it's my latest report.”

“Uh-huh.” He prompts, “and it's utter crap. So you should?”

You swallow. “Rewrite it, I know.”

You opened your laptop back up, pressing the power button. Only for it not to power on. You held the button down again, a groan of frustration slipping from you.

“And I would, if my computer didn't just fucking die on me.” You sigh, gently closing it as you meet Vox's gaze again. “I'm sorry, Sir.”

He clicks his tongue, entering into your office further, slamming the report down on your desk. “Unfortunately, sorry isn't going to cut it, Dollface. Your report was lackluster, forcing me to improvise in a very important meeting.”

You swallow nervously, anxiety blooming in your chest. You open your mouth to apologize again, but Vox quickly grabs hold of your chin, closing your mouth.

“You’re going to make this up to me, got it? And if I hear another “I’m sorry” from you, I'll make sure that your mouth is put to better use.”

You swallow hard, blush settling on your face at his words. You could only imagine what he had meant with his threat. 

“I-I'm sorry?” You ask, wanting clarification, not for one second interpreting that the words were also another apology. 

At the quirk of his eyebrow you realize what you'd said, “Shit! I mean- fuck! Clarify?”

He chuckles darkly, standing up to his full towering height. Vox comes around your desk, pulling you up from your chair.

“I mean…that I will fuck that pretty little mouth of yours if you apologize one more time.”

Your face flushed with even more heat, you had thought that was what he meant, but to hear him actually say it? A slight amount of panic ran through you, tinged with a warmth that settled in your core. “I uh…didn't mean to say it again.”

“I'm sure you didn't.” Vox muses, a wicked glint in his eyes. “But you still need to pay for your report… and a new computer.”

“A new computer?” You echo softly, brows furrowed in confusion.

You watch as Vox turns to your desk, sweeping everything off, including your laptop.

“Vox!” You yell in surprise, gasping as he grabs your hand.

He pulls you to him, bending you over your desk and pulling up your skirt. Your eyes widen with panic as you try to sit up, only for him to press you back down. His hand trails up the back of your thigh to your panties, the sensation causing you to shiver.

“Lucky for you, I’ll let that last apology slide.” He says softly, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties.

“S-sir?” You ask hesitantly, trepidation in your voice, mixing with arousal. “What are you doing?”

Vox presses his chest against your back, sliding your panties down your legs. “I’m collecting my dues. Now, say my name again, doll. I want to hear you say it.”

You take a deep breath, your voice wavering. “V-Vox.” 

Why were you following his commands? He hadn’t asked your permission one bit, taking advantage of you.

“Atta girl.” He chuckles, his fingers finding your clit.

You gasp at the contact, a moan spilling from your lips as he rubs tight circles into the sensitive nub. You weren't doing anything to stop him, you wondered if you wanted to stop him. You bite your bottom lip, hands coming to grasp the edge of the desk as he slipped two fingers inside your sopping cunt. You cried out at the sensation, your eyes fluttering as he began to finger you. You knew if you wanted to stop him you would have, and you truly didn’t want him to stop. Your body betrayed your arousal, showing Vox just how much you wanted him to keep going.

“So wet for me.” His voice is full of lust and desire. “you know it's taken everything in me to wait to fuck you? Unfortunately, I can't wait anymore, babydoll.”

You whine, rolling your hips back against his fingers “W-what?” You ask, confusion biting through your arousal.

You never thought any of your fantasies about Vox would come to light. Yet here you were, pressed against your own desk, getting fingered by him. You couldn’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop, to point out that he was your boss. That he shouldn’t be doing this.

He speeds up his pace, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the air. “I've seen the way you look at me, doll. And I won't deny that I've thought about it. Thought about you.”

Your walls clench around his fingers, your eyes shutting tight. You hear the clinking of his belt behind him, the unzipping of his pants. You moan softly, trying to keep quiet. He was really going to fuck you, you realize. The thought sends a thrill through you, the idea of him fucking you just made you more aroused.

“Vox.” You moan, breath coming in short gasps.

“That’s right babydoll, say my name. I love when you say my name, it makes me so hard.” He murmurs, his voice right in your ear.

“F-fuck!” You gasp, not having expected those words to turn you on as much as they did.

“Let go for me doll, cum for me.”

You whine at his words, your release sneaking up on you. You moan loudly, cumming around his fingers. When your walls stopped twitching, he pulled his fingers from you. You were left feeling empty, wanting.

“Please.” You whimper, feeling his cock-head pressing against your entrance a moment later.

Vox hums, his hands grasping your hips as he runs his cock through your slick, “Please?” He asks, “Please what?”

“Fuck…” You whine, glancing over your shoulder at him. “Please-”

He thrust forward, his cock sliding half-way inside you, your own moans cutting you off from whatever you were going to say. He watches you as he begins to press the rest of his cock inside you. You whimper, your body trying to pull away from him with how deep he pressed inside you. He felt big, impossibly big.

“Too much.” You gasp, trying and failing to pull away from him. “Vox, you’re too big!”

He chuckles darkly, “Oh darling, I’m perfectly proportioned.”

He thrust forward again, his cock-head pressing against your cervix, causing you to cry out.

“And you will take all of me.” He whispers, pressing further in until you feel like you can’t take anything more.

Vox groans, his face pressing against your shoulder as he bottoms out. He begins to pull from your weeping cunt slowly, until just the head of his cock was inside you. Vox thrust forward, snapping his hips back into you. You gasp, the pain from his thrust blooming into pleasure. He felt too big and not big enough all at once. Everytime he pulled from your cunt you missed the feeling of him being buried inside you. But when he was inside you, it felt like too much. Vox shifted slightly, angling his cock deeper as he began to pick up his pace. Your office was filled with the obscene noises of him fucking you, hard and fast. You were faintly aware that anyone passing by would be able to hear.

“Vox!” You moan, his hips slapping against your bare ass. “Oh, fuck…”

One of his hands moves from your hip, slipping down to rub at your clit. “Fuck you feel sinful, so tight and perfect, like this cunt was made for me.” He mutters. 

Your body shuddered with the pure pleasure you were feeling. Every sharp snap of his hips planted seeds of pain that quickly bloomed into pure pleasure. His finger rubbing small, fast circles around your clit had your walls squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip. You were so close to your release, it was almost painful.

“Fucck!” Vox gasped, his voice glitching as he pressed into you, past your fluttering muscles. “Cum for me, babydoll, let me feel you cum around my cock.”

You moan, a second release crashing over your body for him. It was like your body was his at this point, following his every command without hesitation. Vox’s pace faltered, his breaths coming heavier.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum inside your tight little pussy, fill you up.” He growled, “Make you mine.”

You couldn’t do much else but whimper, your body on fire with how sensitive you were. Vox managed only a few more thrusts before slamming his cock as deep as he could go, his seed filling you. You moaned lowly, the sensation of your boss cumming inside you, sending you tumbling into a final release. Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him for every drop he had to give you.

“Fuck, babydoll.” Vox gasped, slowly pulling his cock from you.

He chuckled at you whining at the loss of him, admiring how his seed leaked from your cunt, the sight made his cock twitch again. You tried to press yourself up onto your arms, but they quickly gave out from beneath you. Vox leaned forward, reaching for your panties that hung loosely around your knees. He pulled them up, patting your cunt through them, making you gasp and moan at the sensation. He pulled your skirt back down, covering your ass, before he helped you up off your desk. He turned you to face him, holding you in his arms, his softening cock pressing against your stomach.

“I’ll ensure you have a new laptop sent to your office tomorrow.” He says softly, making sure you could stand on your own before tucking himself away.

You nod, slightly dazed. “R-Right. I’ll rewrite that report tomorrow then.”

Vox heads to the door, pausing before leaving, “Don’t bother. Just ensure the next is better. Oh and y/n?”

You glance up, surprised he had used your name. “Yes, sir?”

“I’ll see you tonight, I’m not done with you yet. And use my name, you deserve to after taking my cock so well.”

You flush in embarrassment, watching Vox leave your office with a promise that you knew he intended to keep.

Chapter 11: Alastor: Rut

Summary:

You are new to Hell and are vastly unaware of your own deer nature, and how you presence affects Alastor. So when you approach him at the beginning of your first heat cycle, Alastor gives in to his own primal nature.

Notes:

This is yet another story I had to stop myself from editing and rewriting. Nothing ever seems perfect when it comes to me writing for the Radio Demon. If things are a bit amiss, that is why and I do apologize for it.
Word Count: 3,550

It was mid-October and the Hotel was alight with activity. Charlie had decided that the Hotel needed to be decorated from the highest floors to the ground-floor lobby. It was one of her latest plans to help with team-building. And who didn’t enjoy Halloween or decorating? Alastor had withdrawn himself from the activities, not giving a really solid reason to why. But since he often didn’t indulge in the activities of the Hotel, Charlie freed him from his duties as hotelier for the time being. And for once, Alastor was thankful to be free of work.

He had been in Hell for many years, so he was well aware that every year, around mid-October, his rut started. It was an unfortunate side effect of being a deer demon. Each season was different as well, sometimes the lust that his rut brought was easily manageable. Other times it nearly suffocated him. He refused to indulge in the primal urges of his body, never once, in all of his years in Hell, taking a mate. This year, he planned to do much of the same. Tuck himself away in his room, relieve the rut himself for as long as it would last, and be done with it.

He didn’t account for you.

You were a deer demon like him, which lent itself to a sort of camaraderie between the both of you. He enjoyed your presence more than he was willing to admit, and found himself caring for you. You softened his edges, made his heart skip a beat. You were intriguing, enchanting, you drew him in. You were a weakness that he refused to disclose to anyone, you included. Alastor knew you were fairly new to Hell, but hadn’t expected you to be clueless about your own nature. About what your very presence would do to him, come mid-October.

 

A few days ago, Alastor had started to avoid you. Which had hurt, even though you were certain it was unintentional on his part. He was busy, you knew that, and you couldn’t expect him to spend every waking moment listening to your silly stories. But how you missed him. You were thoroughly unaware why he was avoiding you. Unaware of why your very body seemed to crave his presence more than usual. You adored the Radio Demon. While most at the Hotel feared him, you sought him out, wanting to be near him. Everyone else avoided him, which meant he was typically always free for you to pester while helping him with tasks. Your feelings of wanting him near just intensified as mid-October rolled around. And you were starting to get annoyed that he was avoiding you. Your first thought was that he was busy, but then you started worrying that you had done something wrong, maybe insulted him accidentally. You were prepared to make it up to him.

You awoke early in the morning, sweat sticking your hair to your face and a low arousal building in your stomach. You didn’t think too much of it, having woken up much the same, the last few days. You were unaware that you were entering your first ever heat-cycle. So you got up, made sure you looked fairly presentable, and headed out of your room. It was extremely early, no one else was up. The Hotel was eerily quiet, but peaceful nonetheless. You made your way to Alastor’s bedroom, knowing that he rose before the sun most mornings. It was the perfect time to approach him. In the privacy of the early morning, you were certain you could speak to him about why he was avoiding you. You knew he was busy, but hoped he’d spare a moment for you, especially first thing in the morning.

 

You arrived at his door, raising your hand up to rap your knuckles gently against the wood. The sound was surprisingly loud in the quiet stillness that covered the Hotel. You wondered for a moment, if perhaps Alastor wasn’t up at all, if you should come back later. But then you heard shuffling, your ears twitching as they picked up the sound. The door opened a crack a moment later and Alastor appeared. You took in his appearance, feeling yourself blush at his level of undress. He was in pajamas, the shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely from his frame. It felt almost scandalous seeing his chest and stomach exposed when he typically wore layers. He froze, his smile straining as he took in your similar appearance. Shorts that were high above your knees, and a shirt that was cut much too low- exposing quite an expansive amount of your cleavage. He shifted forward, aware of your scent, the pheromones rolling off you in thick waves. At the same time he moved forward, your sharp nose picked up his scent. A mix of his cologne and something that was uniquely him. Just the whiff of him had more heat pooling between your legs. Much to your annoyance and confusion.

“May I help you, my dear?” His voice was hoarse, sounding strained as his claws dug into the edge of the door.

“I…” You begin, swallowing as more arousal flooded through you. “I wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Fine.” Was his curt reply, his ears pressed flat against his head as he struggled to maintain control with you so near.

You were in the beginning of your heat and here you were coming to his door, flaunting your scent around him. He had never once smelt something so enticing, something that had his cock twitching to life in an instant. His body craved release, craved to give into his rut. Into the primal side of his nature and breed, much to his annoyance. He was startled by how intense his rut got with you being so near. It was taking everything in him not to pull you into his room and fuck you against the door.

“Is that all?” He asks, moving to close the door.

“No, I wanted to speak to you actually.” You take a step forward, your eyes catching on the sweat on his brow, his typically perfect hair was messy.

A flash of concern runs through you, you wonder if he was getting unwell. You take another step forward, your body responding to his presence, to the scent rolling off him in thick waves. You didn’t understand why he smelt so good, better than usual. You didn’t understand why you were so wet, so aroused. Why you wanted Alastor to pin you against the wall and fuck you. You were completely clueless, banishing your thoughts as best you could. It wasn’t the first time such fantasies crossed your mind, so you thought nothing more of them.

“You look unwell, Alastor.” You say softly, reaching your hand up to brush against his forehead, his skin scalding beneath your touch.

He flinched at your touch, his hand grasping your wrist tightly, pulling it away. Guilt flooded you as you realized what you had done. You were typically so careful, being respectful of his boundaries, and never touching him without his express permission.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaim, face flushed in embarrassment.

Your mind was torn between being apologetic and the distracting feeling of his hand encircling your wrist in warmth. Why did just a simple touch have more heat pooling between your thighs? You needed to get a grip on yourself before you did or said something embarrassing. Alastor’s lips pulled back into a slight snarl, his control over his body slipping. He yanks you closer to the door, closer to him.

“Ah! Al!” You object as he opens the door further, pulling you into his room.

The door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking a moment later. For the first time since you had met the Radio Demon, a cold fear runs through you as you tumble to the floor. You turn around, watching him approach you. His eyes were dark with a predatory look that had you shivering, arousal cutting through your fear.

“You wanted to speak to me, so speak!” He demands, his smile straining.

“I-Alastor, are you okay?” You ask, pushing yourself to your feet, concern for him overriding everything else.

Static picks up around him, the sound deafening as he attempts to control his instincts. “I’m beginning not to be. Pray tell, what are you bothering me for?”

You swallow nervously, ears pressing down against your head as discontent swirls in your stomach. You didn’t like his sharp tone or the fact that he was clearly very annoyed by your presence.

“You’ve been avoiding me. I wanted to know if I’ve done something wrong.” You finally whisper, looking away from him.

Alastor laughs, sounding almost gleeful. The sound startles you enough to look back at him. 

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He asks, voice strained, radio effect in full swing.

“What?” You ask, head tilting to the side in confusion. “What are you talking about? Have I done something wrong?”

He advances on you, each step full of intent. “My dear, I knew you were new to Hell, but not this new. Are you unaware of what season it is?” 

Your brows furrow as you take a step back. “It’s October.”

He laughs again, eyes crinkling with mirth. “Yes, my dear, it is. And what happens to deers in October?”

You frown. “They mate? What are you getting at?”

Alastor stops in front of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him. “You truly are clueless, my little doe.”

“What?” You ask slightly insulted. 

“You.” He gestures to you as if that would explain everything. “My dear, are in heat.”

“I’m in what now?” You respond, head tilting in confusion once again.

He tilts your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger, correcting your head tilt. “Heat. You’re aroused right now, wanting, craving. Desperate and needy.”

You flush at his words, a bit embarrassed that he managed to see through you so easily. “H-how did you…?”

“Know?” He prompts, his mouth grazing against your lips teasingly. “Because my dear, I’m in the midst of my rut myself. And you smell divine.” 

His lips brush against your neck, his nose bumping against your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath hitching at how close he is. With Alastor this close you can really smell his cologne and that musky scent beneath it. It does nothing but fan the flames rapidly building in your gut, your arousal growing. His hands find your hips, dragging you closer.

“Alastor?” You whisper, swallowing thickly as his mouth trails against your neck.

“Yes, my dear?” He asks softly, his tongue running along your sensitive skin.

You shiver at his touch, not having realized how feverish you felt until the touch of his mouth cooled your flushed skin.

“What’s happening to me?” you ask, a soft whimper falling from your lips as you pressed against him. “Why do I feel like this? Why do you make me feel like this?”

He chuckled, the sound low and baritone, sending more arousal pooling. “I told you, my dear. You’re in heat. Your body is craving a mate. To be taken, fucked, filled. Bred.”

You gasp, a soft, breathy moan falling from your lips as he kisses up your neck.

“And unfortunately for you, you came to me. So now I’m going to do just that.” He promises.

Your eyes flutter open at his words, at what that means for you. His words were not completely clicking yet, your arousal clouding the logical side of your mind.

“Alastor…” you breathe, meeting his gaze as he pulls back.

His eyes shone with an unnatural light, intensifying the reds and pinks. Alastor turns you around so that you’re facing the pocket dimension in his room, grinding his hips against your lower back. Your breath catches in your throat at the feeling of his erection.

He whispers in your ear, his breath fanning over the skin, making you feel both feverish and freezing all at once. “You’re going to run my dear. And when I catch you, I’m going to claim you as mine. Mate you.”

You feel Alastor take a step back, releasing his hold on you. You glance back at him, a mix of emotions warring within you. It was quickly becoming apparent that perhaps seeking Alastor out wasn’t such a grand idea. Especially when you didn’t exactly understand what was happening to you. Why you felt so feverish, why his scent alone was making you so aroused. He had mentioned deers and their mating season. It clicked in your mind then.

“I’m in heat?” You ask.

He meets your gaze, his smile softening despite the almost feral look in his eyes. “Yes, my little doe. An unfortunate side effect for us. A season you will go through every year around this time. Now do get running, you are wasting precious time.”

You face back towards the pocket dimension. The idea of running from Alastor, of him chasing you and catching you, was just making you more aroused. 

Your feet moved on their own, propelling you forward as you set off. You tried to pace yourself, wondering just how long this chase could go on. You knew you wanted him to catch you, to pull you down into the mud of his bayou, and fuck you sensless. You took a shaky breath, turning abruptly to the left, weaving past trees, jumping over roots. You let the primal side of you take over, knowing your instincts would lead you when your logical mind was still grappling with the fact that you were in heat.

“Here I come, my little doe!” Alastor’s voice rang out, far too cheerful and full of promise.

His voice surrounds you, as though he was right behind you. You speed up, a thrill running through your entire body. Unfortunately for yourself, your body was quickly wearing down. You can feel yourself slowing, the adrenaline you'd started with faltering. At the sound of branches snapping underfoot, you glance behind you. You gasp, seeing Alastor closing the space between the both of you effortlessly. You were breathing hard, your muscles burning with the strain as you ran. Yet he barely seemed to be breaking a sweat. You look forward again, in enough time to barely avoid running straight into a tree. You stumble over a root, barely able to catch yourself. Your stumble is enough for Alastor to close the distance between you totally. He tackles you to the ground.

A fresh wave of adrenaline pumps through you, your body writhing beneath him as he pins you down. You attempt to kick his legs only for him to pin them beneath his. His knee spreads your legs, bumping right against your sensitive core. He pins your hands above your body, his face burying against your neck.

“Got you.” He whispers, rolling his hips against you.

You whine, the fight immediately leaving your body completely as desire replaces your adrenaline. Alastor shifts above you, his claws gliding seamlessly through your shorts and panties beneath. Your clothes fall from your frame in shreds, a gasp spilling from you. The cold, autumn air of the bayou fans over your hot core, only adding to your desire. He shreds your shirt next, his mouth finding yours as he frees his throbbing cock from his sweatpants. You moan as he nudges the throbbing tip of it against your entrance. Alastor sits back, running his cock through your slick folds, bumping into your clit.

“I’m going to mate you, my dear. Make you mine completely.” He presses the tip against your entrance again, rocking his hips forward.

You whimper as he nudges your entrance open, already stretching you with a delicious burn. You try to pry your hands free from his grip as he presses inside you. You wanted to grab ahold of him, to brace yourself as he began to enter you. He was thick and long, much bigger than you had ever taken before.

“Alastor!” You moan, thrashing against his hold. “You're so big!”

He smirks, his ego clearly being stroked, he leans down to capture your lips as he slid deeper inside you.

“That’s it my doe, you’re taking my cock so well. Just a little more to go.” He praises, continuing to push inch by inch inside you.

You gasp, your back arching in an attempt to pull away from him, while also rolling down onto his invading cock. “Too much! Alastor, it’s too much, you’re too big. You won’t fit!”

He chuckles, his mouth trailing kisses and nips all the way down your neck. “I assure you, darling. I’ll fit. And you-” He thrusts forward, raming in completely. “Will take me all.”

Another gasp falls from your lips, your hands twisting in his grasp as he bottoms out. His cock is pressed deep inside you, deeper than you thought was possible. His cock-head rests against your cervix, pressed right against it. His length feels impossibly hot, warming you from the inside out against the chill of the bayou. Alastor slowly withdraws his cock, leaving the tip inside, before he thrusts back into you. His hips snap against yours, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure. He repeats the movement, the time between each thrust shortening, until he’s fucking you hard and fast. The ground beneath the two of you depresses from your combined weight. Every thrust moves your body an inch or two away from him, only for Alastor to drag you back down against him. You moan loudly, cries filling the air and drowning out any sounds of the surrounding nature.

“That’s it.” He praises, “Taking me so well. You look absolutely darling on my cock, dear.”

Alastor drags your body up, shifting back on his haunches and bringing you up with him. The change in position allows him to fuck up into you, his cock sliding deeper. Breathless moans fell from your mouth, loud and wanton.

“Alastor-” You gasp, barely able to get out his name with how much pleasure you were feeling. “Please.”

He chuckles, twisting your hands beneath your back. It was unfair how unaffected he looked, as though he wasn’t also getting off to fucking you.

“What is it, my little doe?” He murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss against your neck, rubbing his scent against you.

“I’m so close-” You manage to say, eyes rolling back into your head as he bounces you on his cock.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every touch of his cooled you down while also stroking the arousal in your body. He presses forward, his pubic bone pressing against your clit with every thrust.

Alastor lowers his mouth to the crook of your neck, licking away the salty sweat of your skin. “Then cum for me.”

As though he had complete control over your body, your orgasm rips through you. You yell out loudly, your walls squeezing around his cock. Your release coats your thighs and his lower stomach. The sensation of your walls squeezing around his cock is too much for him. Alastor bites down on your shoulder harshly, drawing blood, marking you. He pulls you down onto his cock as he thrusts up into you, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside you. Hot ropes of cum spill into your waiting, fertile womb. Your body shivers at the intensity of your combined pleasure. Alastor keeps rolling against you, gently thrusting as he fucks his seed deeper inside you.

“Ah- Al-astor!” You whimper, your body overly sensitive to his every touch.

He slows to a stop, buried balls deep inside you, his teeth still deeply embedded in your shoulder. He pulls away, releasing your shoulder from his mouth. Fresh wells of blood spill from the wound that he quickly laps up. The image of him lapping up your blood, his face covered in it, while his cock was buried inside you, was sinful. You shivered involuntarily, his cock remaining hard inside you.

You swallow down another whimper and voice the question you were dreading asking. “How long does this last?”

Alastor meets your gaze, his expression softening. “The rut lasts about a month, and breeding you can last anywhere from forty-eight to seventy-two hours. But worry not, my dear, I’ll make sure your every need is taken care of for the entire month. You’re my mate now, after all.”

You feel your blood drain from your face as the length of time clicks in your mind. If that was the case then you and Alastor would be locked together for days on end. You adored him, but that was a lot.

“I don’t know if I can do that.” You whisper, your body already feeling sore from just one round with him.

He leans forward, capturing your mouth with his as he kisses you deeply. You can taste your blood on his tongue and are surprised by how much it turns you on. Alastor pulls away a moment later, resting his forehead against yours.

“Fret not, my little doe, you can.” He whispers, his voice dropping an octave lower than you were used to. “And you will.”

You shiver, you were in for a long month.

Chapter 12: Alastor: Face Fucking

Summary:

You accidentally interrupt Alastor's broadcast, he takes his frustration out by fucking your face.

Notes:

This is a rewrite of this prompt, edited on the 13th. I came back to this one because what this chapter originally was, was a hot mess. I'm still going to attempt to post a fic everyday for the entire month, but I want it to be something I'm not disappointed in.
Word Count: 1,446

Alastor had been antagonizing you for the last couple of months, insulting you or giving you a backhanded compliment whenever he could. What he enjoyed about you, was the fact that you responded back with an equally witty and scathing retort. You snapped back at him like you weren’t afraid of him. It was different, it was refreshing. You were intriguing. Alastor quickly began to seek you out, looking forward to your little game.
The back and forth between you dissolved one night into something more; When far too many fingers of rye were involved. Not that you minded. You still sassed Alastor constantly, earning the same in return. Your relationship always felt tentative, like it could end in a matter of moments. So you held onto the stolen moments you had with Alastor. Wondering often, if he’d ever end whatever was between you both.

Tonight you were in his radio tower, listening to him broadcast. Something that not many were privileged to. Husk had told you once that he was certain you were the only one who Alastor allowed in while he broadcast. It felt nice to have that knowledge. That trust from Alastor. So, you enjoyed it. Quietly listening to Alastor as he broadcast about anything and everything. You never really paid any mind to what the topics were about, focusing on his captivating voice instead.
Alastor’s voice surrounded you, captivated, and distracted you. You didn’t realize that the cup of coffee you were setting down wasn’t on the table, your attention solely on him. The cup crashed to the floor, shattering loudly. You stiffen, a cold fear running through you as your eyes snap from your shattered mug, up to Alastor. The radio feedback picking up around him is the only sign of his annoyance at the interruption as he continued on into his next statement. Slowly and quietly, you get up to go gather a towel and a dustpan. You were going to have to apologize profusely for the interruption, you knew.

You hadn’t noticed he had finished and was off air until he cleared his throat. Your eyes caught on his shoes first before trailing up his body. You met his gaze, holding it despite the fact that he was glowering down at you.
“I’m sorry, Alastor,” You say softly, sitting up on your knees, holding his gaze. “I didn’t mean to break the cup. To interrupt your broadcast.”
You were truly sorry for accidentally interrupting, knowing you had broken his trust in you. You had promised to sit quietly and not make a sound, only for that to come crashing down around you, like your mug had. Now you were wondering if the tentative relationship you had formed with Alastor would do the same and shatter.
“Hmm.” He hums, his expression softening, “It was an accident, my dear, don’t you worry your little head about it!”
You bite your lip, averting your gaze. You had learned to read him enough to tell he was still frustrated. How could you make this up to him? Was it even possible? Alastor tipped your chin up with one of his claws, making you meet his gaze again. Just like you could read him, he could read you.
“Though I suppose you could make up for this if you wanted to.” He prompts, smile widening. “Perhaps by allowing me to punish you.”
His thumb brushes your chin, the pad catching on your lip, you swallow, face flushing a deep shade of red at his insinuation. You couldn’t deny that the idea of him punishing you for interrupting his broadcast was arousing.
“Well I’m on my knees.” You offer, feeling heat begin to pool in your gut.
“Yes, you are.” he acknowledges, “And you’ve been quite the bad girl tonight, haven’t you? Disrespecting me earlier in front of our guests, and now you’ve interrupted my broadcast.”
Alastor takes a step towards you, reaching to undo his pants. Your eyes follow the movement, captivated.
“I think you are overdue for a lesson, my dear. Open.”
You swallow down your nerves but you open your mouth. He pulls his hardening cock out of his pants, running the tip around your lips.
His voice was lower, dangerous, “Show me how sorry you are, little doe.”
You lean forward, kitten licking at his slit, closing your hand around his cock. Your tongue swirls around his cock-head before you close your mouth around him. Alastor grunts at the contact, rolling his hips forward, forcing more of himself into your mouth.
“You can do better than that, darling.” He taunts, watching you take him further with each pass of your lips.
You hum around him, rolling your eyes as you suck his cock. You move your tongue to caress the underside of his cock as you bob your head. Alastor’s hand tangles in your hair as he watches you suck him off from half-lidded eyelids. He begins to roll his hips forward, forcing more and more of his cock into your mouth with each thrust.
“Do not forget that this is also a punishment, my dear. You only touch me because I have permitted it to happen. I can take this away from you in an instant.”
You whine around Alastor’s cock, which quickly turns into you gagging as his cock-head hits the back of your throat. He pulls back, allowing you to catch your breath for a moment before sliding right back into your mouth. His pace is steady as he begins to fuck your mouth. You swallow around him, tears biting the corners of your eyes as he forces you to take him down your throat, over and over. His pace grew faster, his breaths coming in short gasps.
“You look so beautiful, darling. Taking my cock so well.” He praises, his hand tightening in your hair.
Alastor began to move your face in time with his thrusts. You brace yourself against his thighs, moaning around him. You were enjoying the thrill of him fucking your face. Every thrust in, choked you, every withdrawal gave you the opportunity to breathe. It was sinful how wet you were, not even having been touched once.
“You will never interrupt my broadcast again, understood, my dear?”
You can only moan around Alastor as his pace increases. His thrusts were growing shorter and faster as he got closer to his own release.
“And if you ever dare disrespect me like you did earlier I will ensure everyone in this wretched hotel hears your screams.”
You moaned around his cock again, earning another groan from him. Alastor’s hips stuttering was your only tell that he was getting close to cumming.
“You’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum. Or I will extend your punishment. Is that clear?”
You closed your lips around his cock tighter, sucking hard as you tried to coax him over the edge. A stuttered curse fell from his mouth, radio effect totally gone. He thrust forward harshly as he pushed your head down onto his cock. You swallowed uncomfortably as the first rope of his cum hit the back of your throat. You felt the need to cough, but you refused to waste a single drop of his seed. Alastor rocked his hips as he began to pull out of your mouth, his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his release. You force a breath in through your nose as you suck and swallow around his retreating cock. When you were certain he was totally spent you let him slide from your mouth with a wet ‘pop.’ You swallowed again, before your body caught up to you and you began to cough harshly. Your lungs burned in protest as you took in heaving gasps of breath air in between each cough. After what felt like forever, but was actually just a few moments, you catch your breath fully.
Alastor pulled you from the ground, slamming his lips roughly against yours in a searing kiss, stealing your breath once more. He could taste himself on your lips, his cock hardening again.
“Now,” He remarks, pushing your skirt up, and pulling your panties off, “I believe after such a grand performance, you deserve a reward.”
He wraps one of your legs around him, thrusting fully into you with one thrust.
You pull Alastor down into another kiss, “I am sorry, Al.”
“Water under the bridge, my darling.” He reassures you, returning a gentle kiss to your lips.
You would never interrupt a broadcast again, that was for certain. And though you were sorry, you couldn’t fully be remorseful when your behavior ended with him inside you.

Chapter 13: Alastor: Praise

Summary:

Alastor, having fallen in love with you, decides to kill your husband to free you of his abuse. You do it first, earning more than just Alastor's praise.

Notes:

CW for murder, blood, death.
I feel good about this one, so I hope you enjoy human!Alastor!
Word Count:2,876

There was not a man in town that was as captivating as Alastor Hartfelt. The popular radio host was quite the charmer, always managing to charm men and women alike. Which worked to his advantage. It was easy to lull his victims into a sense of calm, earning their trust. Long enough to draw them to his cabin, and end their lives. Of course, no one was particularly fussed when the people he chose went missing. They were often men who reminded him of his own father. They weren’t people that would be missed by anyone and he knew that. After all, his mother hadn’t missed his father one bit when he went missing one night.
Of course, with his charms and his rising popularity as a radio host, he began to draw unwanted attention. That often came in the form of womanly admirers, those who sought to try to win his heart. Or earn his favor. Of course, Alastor didn’t have time for them, he was a busy man after all. His friendship with Mimzy helped dampen the amount of womanly suitors enough that he was finally getting left alone.
Enough for you to catch his attention.
Alastor knew who you were, you worked for his radio station, after all. You were an intern, fetching coffee, taking calls, the sorts. He had spoken to you only a handful of times, typically when you brought him his morning coffee. You were quiet, never trying to strike up a conversation with him unlike all the other women who worked at the station. You were refreshing and Alastor found that he enjoyed your quiet presence. He requested you for tasks by name more and more.
“You, my dear, are a fresh breath of air!” He said one day, giving you a soft smile.
You had flashed him such a pretty smile in turn, “How so?”
“You, my dear, understand me.” He replied, refusing to elaborate.

The more you saw of Alastor, the more you were charmed by the man’s charms. He once told you that you were a fresh breath of air, but he was your own fresh breath. His witty remarks, kind smile, and soft touches were in stark contrast to your husband’s. You found yourself growing fond of Alastor and the increasing time you’d spend with the radio host. It wasn’t long before he promoted you to his assistant, which meant that you were spending most of your time with Alastor. It was nice, something you looked forward to. He quickly became your reason for living. You often fantasized about having married him instead of your husband. The silent camaraderie between the both of you was enjoyable. Alastor made you laugh, shared your humor, and your wit. He was gentle, kind, and charming. He was everything your husband was not. He was everything you wanted. Somewhere along the lines you had managed to fall in love with Alastor. Your promotion to assistant came with a single red rose a few days later that had your heart skipping a beat. Especially because you knew the meaning behind such a simple gesture. Alastor had given it to you, and kissed you in the privacy of his office, admitting to his affections for you. It was enough to make you swoon.
The news of your promotion got to your husband faster than you could muster up the strength to tell him yourself, fearing his anger.

The news of your promotion somehow got out to your husband.

You had just finished putting the rose into a small glass when your husband came home, raging drunk, demanding you to explain why he hadn’t heard of your promotion.
“I had to learn that from John. Is there something you don’t want me to know?” His hands slammed down on the table, shaking the vase with the single rose.
His eyes caught on the bloom, “Who the fuck gave you a single fucking rose?” He picked up the vase, hurling it, “Answer me, damnit!”
You barely flinched as the vase went flying towards your head, barely missing. “A work friend.”
Your husband had scoffed, advancing on you. “Work friend, my ass. No one gives my wife a single red rose and gets away with it!”
What he meant by that was that you got punished instead. His hand struck your face, sending you sprawling to the floor. You barely flinched, used to your husband’s anger. You were in for a long night, but you didn’t care. Because Alastor had given you a red rose and you knew exactly what that meant. Unspoken love coming to light. He was always such a charmer.

You came into work the next day sore, bruises barely covered with makeup, but enough that no one batted an eye at you. That was until you entered Alastor's office. He was working on his latest script, his eyes flickering up upon your entry.
“Hello, my dear.” He greeted, pausing as he saw your limp.
He sat up fully, pushing his round glasses further up his face to take you in better. After a moment of observing you he spoke up.
“Are you alright, little doe?”
You chuckled, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m perfectly fine, Alastor. I had a small tumble today, that’s all.”
“Hmm.” He hums, his eyes narrowed.
He had heard around the speakeasies that your husband wasn’t the kindest man. But he had never seen the physical signs of abuse before. His eyes caught on the bruise under your eye, your makeup having smudged.
“Come here, darling.” He gestured, reaching for your hand.
You flashed him a soft smile, taking his hand as he pulled you closer to him.
“Alastor, you know I’m married, you charmer.” You attempted to joke.
His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bruised cheek. He watched how you flinched at his slight touch.
“Yes, that’s what I’m worried about.” He mutters, his voice dropped into something low and dangerous. “He did this, didn’t he?”
You took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what, Alastor would always be able to see through you. “He did. But I’m okay, I promise, Al.”
He had withdrawn his touch, his mind already churning with plans on how to charm your husband. How to earn his trust and kill him for ever laying a single hand on you. He had already been narrowing down the speakeasies your husband frequented. It was only a matter of time before he was the next victim of the Bayou Butcher.
“I promise you, my dear. I will help you out of your situation.” He flashed you a dangerous smile.
You chuckled, sitting down beside Alastor, “And I would love your help.”
Oh if you only knew what you were agreeing to.

Alastor had managed to ‘accidentally’ cross paths with your husbandthe next night. He pretended to be new in town, working to charm your husband. But Paul wasn’t a stupid man and didn’t give his trust readily. Alastor realized it would take a few nights of charming your husband, much to his distaste. Barely an hour in and he was disgusted by the man. But you were the one woman who managed to capture his attention, and subsequently his affection. And Alastor was determined to free you from your husband.
Your husband's beatings grew more frequent in the coming days, and you did your best to hide it. Alastor always saw through you, however. His anger was growing, his patience slipping.
And now it was breaking.
You hadn’t managed to make it into work that day. Everyone noticed your absence, and they talked. They talked loud enough for it to get back to Alastor that your husband had hurt you badly. He left his studio early that night, having decided that that was the night he’d kill your husband.

“Alastor!” Paul roared upon seeing the Alastor enter the speakeasy, “Come here, my friend!”
Alastor gave him a polite smile, his eye twitching in utter annoyance, but he greeted the man all the same. “Salutations, Paul. Fine weather we’re having today, yes?”
“Who cares about the weather, hey!” Paul slapped his chest, “Let me buy you a drink.”
Alastor let him, keeping an eye on how much your husband drank. He always ensured that for every shot he had, your husband had two. It was a little game he was playing, his impatience showing. He was tired of trying to charm your husband, he was going to kill him and he was going to do it tonight.
Eventually Paul left to head back home, declining Alastor’s offer to help him home. The radio host could only quietly glower as his plans changed. He would just have to tail your husband home, and draw him away before he arrived at your home. Alastor couldn’t risk y0u seeing him kill your husband. But of course, he got distracted fantasizing about killing your husband, that he lost sight of him. Cursing, Alastor quickened his pace. He realized, too late, that Paul had arrived at your home. His anger was simmering beneath the surface, but he would be damned if he’d let Paul live another night. He needed a plan to draw him back out, away from you.
Yelling erupted from your home, Alastor’s anger sparking into a full roar as he heard what he thought was you being thrown to the floor. Unable to stop himself, he rushed up the steps to the front door of your home. Cold panic flooded him as silence suddenly blanketed the house. He shoved the door open, ready to kill your husband for hurting you, when he froze.
There you stood, covered in blood, a knife in your hands. Paul lay on the floor steadily bleeding out from a wound in his neck. Alastor gently closed the door behind him, locking it. He made sure that the blinds were completely drawn before he made his way to you. You set the bloody knife down with shaky hands, taking in Alastor’s calm approach.
“Alastor?” You whisper, not having anticipated his presence.
You had acted out of pure instinct when your husband lunged at you, he had managed to put two and two together. He had figured out it was your boss who had given you the rose. He had told you he was going to kill you, and yet here he lay, dying on the floor of the house you shared.
Alastor stopped in front of you, taking your bloodied hands in his. “Well, my dear, I must say I’m very proud of you.”
He cupped your cheek, smearing your husband’s blood onto your face. You shivered at the feeling, adrenaline still pumping through your body.
“Al-” He cuts you off, his lips pressing against yours incessantly.
You moan into the kiss, not having expected it.
Alastor rests his forehead against yours, his voice deep and sultry as he asks, “Tell me my dear, how does your first kill feel?”
You shiver, “exhilarating.”
“Mhm, good.” He smiles widely, capturing your lips again. “You did so good.”
His mouth trails down your jaw, to your throat. Your breath hitches as Alastor nips and kisses your skin. You wrap your hands around his back, sliding a hand into his hair as you moan.
“Alas-tor…” You whimper, “I just..fuck…killed my husband.”
He pulled your nightgown over your head,pulling a small gasp from you.
“You did. And I’m so proud of you.” He praises kissing you again, “I was going to kill him myself, but you did wonderfully, my dear. We’ll take care of his body in a moment.”
You whine into Alastor’s kiss, feeling his grip on your hips tighten. He rolled his hips against you, his erection pressing against your low stomach.
“Alastor..” You gasp as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. “You…You’re the Bayou Butcher?” It was less of a question and more of an observation.
“I’m surprised you figured it out, my dear.” He praises, sliding your panties off.
“Of course I did, I know you.” You whisper, gasping as he hoists you up, pressing you against your kitchen counter.
The knife you had stabbed your husband with was right beside you as Alastor kissed down your body.
“And how long have you known?” He asks, nipping at your inner thigh.
You moan softly, “I figured it out months ago. Enough time to figure out a pattern in the men you kill. I was hoping Paul was next.”
“He was, but you beat me to it, my dear.” He pushes your thighs open, licking a long stripe up from your slit to your clit.
You gasp, moaning as Alastor closed his mouth around your nub, his fingers sliding into your tight cunt.
“I’m surprised you’re as wet as you are. You did just kill your husband after all.” He teased you, curling his fingers inside you.
“And I have the man I love touching me.” you retort, rolling your hips down against his touch, your breath quickening.
Alastor chuckles, speeding his touch up as he sucks and nips at your clit. He could feel your walls squeezing around his fingers as you got closer to your release. A few more moments and you were crying out, cumming around his fingers. He continued to finger you through your release, lapping up your juices. He pulled his fingers out a moment later, licking his fingers clean. He reached for his pants, freeing his cock. Your eyes caught on his member, a shiver of anticipation running through you. He raises an eyebrow as you attempt to close your legs, prevented only by him being nestled between them.
“Now, now. No getting shy on me, my dear.” He chuckles, pumping his length a few times.
Alastor grabbed a hold of your knees, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He ran his cock through your slick folds, positioning himself at your entrance.
“You’re just so big.” You mummer, glancing behind him towards your husband’s body. “Bigger than him.”
“Ah-ah-ah, eyes on me, darling.” He scolds, grasping your face in between his fingers.
You meet Alastor’s gaze again in time for him to flash you his charming smile. He begins to press into you, slowly rocking his hips. He entered you slowly, drawing a long moan from you.
“I’m the only thing you should be concerning yourself with right now.” He murmurs.
“Oh fuck!” You whimper, rolling your hips down as he pressed into you.
“So good.” He moans himself, slowly reaching his hilt. “So tight. You were made for me.”
You smile softly, arms wrapping around his back as he begins to rock his hips.
“You did so well, my love, and now look at you, taking my cock so well.” He continues to praise, his thrusts long, deep, and slow. “I’ve waited far too long to be in your perfect cunt.”
You chuckle, meeting Alastor’s thrusts as he picks up his pace. “And I waited too long to kill my husband.”
He hums, his breaths coming a little faster. “Better late than never, my darling doe.”
He picked up his pace, the sound of him fucking you filled the air. Your moans were met with his grunts, mixing with the symphony that was your bodies meeting over and over. Your grasp tightened on Alastor’s back, kissing him deeply. Your pleasure was building higher and higher, the coil in your gut tightening. You knew you were close to your release again.
“Ah-Alastor, I’m close.” You mewl against his mouth.
He pistoned in and out of you faster, his breathing growing labored. He slipped his hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit in tight circles.
“Let me feel you, darling. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock.”
You cried out, your head falling back against the cabinets at his touch. Your body quivered, his name spilling from your lips loudly as you came hard around his cock. Alastor buried his face against your neck, biting down on your shoulder as his pace faltered. A moment later he found his own release, pushing as deep as he could inside you. You moaned at the sensation of his seed filling you, your walls squeezed him, milking him for every drop.
“Fuck,” he panted, “Just like that. You’re such a good girl. My darling little doe, you took me so well.”
He kissed you gently as he slowly pulled from your cunt. You whimper at the loss of his cock.
“Alastor.” You whisper, reaching out for him as he takes a step back from you.
He flashes you his smile again, tucking his softening cock away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm? Then I’ll dispose of this insolent creature’s body.”
Alastor scooped you off the counter into his arms. You smile, pressing another kiss to his lips.
“Thank you for your help, my love.” You whisper against his mouth.
“Of course, my dear, you don’t have to worry about him any longer. I’ll take care of it.”
You giggle as he begins to carry you upstairs, you couldn’t care less that Alastor was the Bayou Butcher, he was the man you loved. And lucky for you, he loved you back.

Chapter 14: Vox: Breeding

Summary:

Vox and you have entered into a physical relationship that you're determined to enjoy while it lasts. You enjoy each other's bodies, falling into a breeding fantasy. You attempt to ignore your feelings for the Overlord.

Notes:

This is another chapter that I had to force myself to stop working on. I just kept on going in and rewriting things over and over. So what you get is what you get. Definitely unpolished.
Word Count: 1,231

You were Vox’s personal assistant, and more often than not you found yourself in bed with your boss. It had started off as some casual flirting between the both of you. A playful back and forth.  It had ended one day, with you bent over Vox’s desk as he fucked into you from behind. Since that fateful day, he started inviting you into his bed more often. You didn’t know how long this relationship with Vox would last, so you decided to enjoy it while you could.

 

Vox was laying beside you, kissing you softly while his hands rested at your waist. He rolled his hips against you, dragging his growing erection against your panties. At some point in your make-out session, your skirt had ridden up. Now it was bunched at your waist, allowing Vox easy access to you. He trails his lips from your mouth, down your jaw and to your neck. A whine falls from your lips as you tilt your head to the side, allowing him access to your sensitive skin. He moves down your neck, alternating between love bites and gentle kisses. His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs slowly.

“Hah- Vox.” You gasp, eyes fluttering as he begins to rub your clit in small circles.

He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, two fingers slipping inside your pussy. You moan, allowing him to thrust his tongue into your mouth. His fingers pump in and out of you steadily, the sounds of your arousal filling the air. He pulls back from the kiss, allowing you to breathe.

“You’re always so wet for me.” He purrs, “I barely have to touch you and look at you, already falling apart for me”

You roll your eyes, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers curl up against your g-spot. A ragged moan spills from your lips as Vox uses his free hand to shove up your shirt and bra- exposing your breasts to him. The cold air makes your nipples stiffen as he closes his warm mouth around one of the sensitive buds, sucking and nipping at it. You cry out, your body tensing as each of his touches brings you closer to your edge.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

His fingers quicken inside you, his thumb flicking your clit in time with each pump. Vox pinches your nipple roughly, which sends you tumbling off that edge. Your back arches, hips rolling down against his hand as you cum around his fingers. He continues moving until he feels your body relax. Withdrawing his fingers, Vox slots himself between your legs. He freed himself quickly, the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance a moment later.

“Now for the real treat.” He smirked, sinking into you with one harsh thrust.

You cry out, your hands coming to grasp at his back as he sets a steady pace, his cock pistoning in and out of your wet heat with long thrusts. His bedroom filled with the wet slaps of your hips meeting over and over. His bed creaks underneath your combined weight, shaking with each thrust.

“Ff-uck!” Vox groans, his voice picking up feedback. “So fucking tight. You were made for me. Your cunt was made for me. Fucking tell me your cunt was made for me.”

His demand had your walls fluttering around his cock, arousal pooling in your gut.

“I-I’m yours.” You moan, gasping as his pace quickens. “I was made for you, Vox. Made to take your cock!”

“Damn right you were.” He growls, his hips snapping harshly against yours as he fucks you hard and fast. “You’re mine, mine to fuck, mine to breed.”

His words make you whimper, your walls fluttering around his cock more insistently as you steadily climb closer to another orgasm.

“Vox, please!” You gasp, rolling your hips down against his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I need you.”

“You need me?” He prompts, “Is that all?”

“Need you to-ngh- I need you to fuck me.” You barely manage to gasp out, his thumb pressing against your clit roughly.

A cocky grin spreads across his face as he teases you, “I am fucking you, babydoll.”

You whine in frustration, snapping, “Fuck! I need you to cum inside me! I need you to fill me up, breed me! Knock me up!”

He chuckles, his hips stuttering, his breathing growing ragged. “There we go, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

Vox pushes your knees towards your chest, shifting you into a mating press. You cry out as he slips even deeper inside you, his cock kissing against your cervix with each thrust. His pace quickens, his balls slapping harshly against your ass.

“Vox, fuck, please. ” You beg as the coil in your gut tightens. “I need you. I need you so much-”

“I know, doll.” He groans, “Fuck…I’m going to cum inside your tight cunt. Going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my seed.”

His words push you over the edge. You cry out, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. Your walls spasm around his cock, dragging him in deeper, squeezing him in a vice-like grip.

“Fuck!” Vox cries out, his hips stuttering as your release pulls him into his.

His screen crashes, a blue screen with white text sprawled across it replacing his face. The text read: “ Vox.exe has crashed, if problem persists, please make sure all recent updates are installed. Crash code: Pussy_too_good.”

You giggle at the words, slowly coming down from your release, your cunt still pulsing around his cock. Vox’s breathing stabilizes, his face flickering back on after a moment.

“Fuck, doll.” He groans, letting your legs fall back to the bed as he slowly pulls from you. “You took me so well, took my cum so well.”

He watches his seed overflow from your pussy. Collecting what leaks from your used hole with his cock-head, he presses back inside you. He pushes his cum right back into your pussy, rocking his hips forward, slowly fucking his cum back inside you..

“A shame this won’t take.” He mutters, his cock hardening again. “I’d love to see you swell with our children.”

You ignore how his words cause your heart to skip a beat, reminding yourself that there was nothing more between you and Vox. You just happened to keep on ending up in his bed. Vox pulls you closer to him, rolling over onto his back. He drags you with him, chuckling as you whimper at the change of position. You were now on top of him, and yet, you still felt completely at his mercy. Vox continues to fuck up into you slowly, his touch soft and loving. And for a moment you allowed yourself to believe in that foolish hope.

“Vox,” You mummer, resting your head against his chest, wishing you could tell him how you felt about him. How you had fallen in love with him somewhere along the line.

“Mmn?” He acknowledges, thrusting up into you.

You lose your nerve and instead whisper, “I think I’m going to need you to breed me again.” 

You press a kiss against his chest, cursing your cowardice as his cock twitched inside you.

He smirks, pulling you down into another searing kiss, “Gladly, doll.”

Chapter 15: Alastor: Thigh Riding

Summary:

You ride Alastor's thigh to get off.

Notes:

Short and sweet, and honestly pretty tame. Reader gets off on Alastor's thigh.
Word Count: 1,623

Alastor was sitting in his armchair by the fire, a book in his hand. You pause in the threshold of the bathroom, watching him for a few moments. He had a soft smile on his face, his ear twitching the only sign he was aware you were done with your shower.

“Are you going to stand there all night, my dear?” He asks, his voice startling you out of your reverie.

You blush, meeting his gaze as he lowered his book. “No. I was just enjoying the view.”

He hums, switching his book to one hand as he pats his thigh with the other. “Come here.”

You take a deep breath and head over to the Overlord. You stop in front of him, watching him continue to read. It was still strange to you to see Alastor in his pajamas. Staying in his room was a recent change as well, something you were still trying to get used to.

“Well?” He prompts, “Sit down.”

Collecting your nerves, you perch yourself on his knee. Your apprehension earns you a chuckle from the man before he pulls you flush against his chest. A gasp falls from your lips as he spreads his legs, ensuring that you are straddling his thigh.

“A-Alastor!” You exclaim, face flushing with heat.

It was a really bad time for you to have forgotten your underwear in your room, you realize. Because now you were sitting on his lap in just a robe, your clit dragging deliciously against the fabric of his pants. You shift slightly, biting back a whimper at the stimulation against the sensitive nub. Alastor continues to read, unaware of your dilemma. You figure you’ll be okay as long as you don't move. So you lean back against Alastor’s chest, your eyes landing on the book in his hand. You read a couple of paragraphs before you get bored of whatever story he was reading. His hand rests idly around your waist, leaving every time he has to turn the page. You sit there for a few page turns, trying to ignore your growing boredom. You shift again, having forgotten about the stimulation until you move. You’re unable to stop the small whine that leaves your mouth this time.

“Something the matter, my dear?” Alastor asks, his eyes never leaving his book.

You bite your lip, reassuring him, “Nothing, Al. I’m fine, my love.”

You fall back into silence, listening to the gentle jazz music that fills his room. Your eyes wander about his room, taking in all the decorations on the walls. The contrast between the pocket dimension and the cabin-esque room was stark, but somehow worked. His room was a reflection of him and for that reason, you enjoyed it immensely. Alastor may have been actively courting you, but you still felt like there was a great deal you didn’t know about him.

You crane your neck behind you to watch the deer in the bayou when Alastor begins to idly bounce the leg you are sitting on. Your attention is drawn immediately as each bounce moves you, his pants dragging against your clit deliciously. You bite back yet another whimper as your arousal begins to build in your gut. Experimentally, you roll your hips forward, grinding down against his leg. Alastor’s attention never leaves his book, giving you enough courage to do it again. You quickly fall into a rhythm of grinding against his thigh with each bounce of his leg. His movement hid your own. Your breathing hitches, the pleasure slowly building as you get off against his thigh. You bite back another moan, leaning back further against your lover. You were trying to keep your movements small, barely detectable. Of course, you didn’t account for your arousal, which was quickly dampening Alastor’s pant leg. His brows furrow at the sensation, his leg coming to a sudden standstill. You gasp, your hips rolling forward, searching for the friction he just unknowingly deprived you of.

He raises an eyebrow, his attention being drawn away from his book. He observes your chest rising and falling, your breaths coming fast. His eyes flicker over the flush on your cheeks. How you had ground down against him, and the growing wetness on his pants- perfectly beneath you- clicks. He quickly puts it all together.

Nuzzling against your neck, Alastor whispers, “Now, my little doe, would you like to explain yourself?”

His hand gently trails up your exposed leg, closing around the hem of your robe.

You swallow, your voice wavering slightly as you ask, “E-explain what?”

Alastor begins to bounce his leg again, drawing a gasp from you. “Why, I’d like an explanation for why you’re so breathless, my dear.”

He pulls on the hem of your robe, pulling it from the tight wrap around your body. Your hands shoot to fix it before it could fall open completely.

“I-I’m breathless?” You pant, trying to play it off.

You were distracted with how your clit dragged against his pants with every bounce of his leg.

He laughs softly, hand sliding up your body again. “Do you take me for an idiot, dear?”

“No.” You whisper, shame filling you as you realize Alastor knew exactly what you had been doing. “Listen Al, I’m-”

You’re cut off as he pulls the sash free from your robe, letting it fall open completely. His leg stills in it’s bouncing again as he pulls the robe from your shoulders. You shiver as the cold air of his room blows over your body, your nipples hardening in an instant. In a moment you’re completely naked on his lap.

“Oh, I see. No panties, no wonder you’ve managed to soak through my pants.” He muses.

You weren’t certain your face could get any hotter with how embarrassed you were. “Alastor…”

You were certainly aroused, that was for certain, and he knew it. He presses a kiss against your neck, before pulling away to resume reading his book.

“Well?” He prompts, hand brushing against your naked skin, “Keep going.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “Alastor?” You exclaim, not sure if you heard him right.

“That is my name dear, don’t wear it out.” He teases, acknowledging your repeated usage of his name.  “Now, as I said before, keep going. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

You had heard him right after all.

You take a moment to collect yourself, to accept that he was allowing you to continue getting off against his leg. You begin to slowly grind against his thigh. You drag your clit against his pant leg, breath hitching with every pass. There was certainly a thrill that came from the fact that Alastor was completely clothed, reading his book, while you sat naked on his thigh, grinding down wantonly against him. He turned to the next page, his hand returning to rest on your thigh. After a few moments of grinding against him, watching him read, it began to annoy you that he was so focused on his book. You begin to move faster, trying to draw his attention to you. You let yourself gasp and moan, no longer holding back, as you attempt to draw his attention.

“Oh, Al!” You whimper, grinding down against his thigh faster as the coil of pleasure builds in your gut. “I’m so close.”

He turns to the next page of his book much to your increasing annoyance. You were so close to your release and yet it seemed so far without his attention, without him responding to you. You turn your body slightly, pressing kisses against his cheek. You pepper them down his jaw and to his neck, your breathing harsh. Despite all your attempts to pull his attention to you, he continues to read his damned book.

“Alastor,” You moan, nipping at his shoulder. “Please…. Please, please, please.”

He turns the page again, his attention never once wavering despite him responding, “Yes, my dear?”

“Fuck!” You curse, frustration building as your orgasm eludes you. “I need you to look at me. Please, just look at me.”

He doesn’t. “I’m reading, little doe.”

“And I can’t cum without you looking at me!” You whine, so close to the edge, and yet so far.

“That is a problem, isn’t it?” he laughs, turning to the next page.

You were pretty sure he hadn’t actually read both of those pages before turning to the next.

“Gah! Are you even reading? That’s the second page turn in a matter of moments.” You complain, frustrated, as you continue to grind against him.

Alastor suddenly snaps the book shut, “Well I was trying to read, my dear. But you are being rather insistent, you know?”

He sets his book onto the small side table next to you both, his eyes trailing down your body.

“Well, you have my attention, my little doe.” He leans into your ear, his breath hot as he whispers, “Going to cum for me now?”

Your hips stutter, a thrill running through you at his low tone of voice. He presses kisses to your neck, eyes watching you grind faster against his leg.

“Cum for me, dear.” He rasps.

You squeeze your eyes shut, rolling your hips forward as you jerk and spasm, your release finally washing over you. His pant leg dampens further as you cum against him. Your orgasm leaves you panting, your chest heaving with each breath. Slowly you settle down, resting your head against Alastor’s chest as you catch your breath. You meet his amused gaze as he looks down at you.

“What?” You breathe out.

“Oh,” He responds brightly, “I’m just amused that you think you’re done.” His voice drops dangerously low,  “You had your turn, my dear, but now it’s mine.”

Chapter 16: Vox and Alastor: Threesome

Summary:

You have been sleeping with both Vox and Alastor for the past few months, keeping the other a secret. They find out and punish you by fucking you.

Notes:

I really struggled with this one. Hence why it's being posted two days late, haha. This is my third iteration of this prompt, ar least I like this version the best.
Double vaginal penetration ahead because I've not seen anyone write for it before.
Word Count: 1,944

You had managed to draw the affections of both Vox and Alastor. Both Overlords had approached you days apart from one another, with the intent to bed you. You never read into either of their intentions further than them wanting you for sex. So you never mentioned one to the other, why would you have a reason to? They were rivals, and as long as they didn’t know about one another, then you were getting twice the sex. You saw Vox at work and Alastor at the Hotel. They were separate and you were intent on keeping them that way. You knew if they were aware of one another it could easily turn into a pissing competition, or you could be in for a world of trouble. You hoped they’d remain ignorant and so far, they had.

 

Vox had called you on your day off, which was why you were now half-way to his office, with no panties on beneath your skirt. He could have only called you for one reason and that was for sex. Both Vox and Alastor had been slightly distant for the past week, not once inviting you to their beds. You didn’t think anything of it, they were both very busy men, after all.

You push open the door to Vox’s office, putting on a soft smile for your lover as you come up towards his desk.

“Hello, Vox.” You greet, your voice dipping into a more sultry tone.

He smiles, leaning back in his chair, saying your name softly, “You’re just the person I wanted to see.”

You walk around his desk, leaning back against the surface and spreading your legs wider for him. “Mhm, you’re also just the person I wanted to see.”

He chuckles, leaning forward to brush his hands up your thighs. “Oh yeah? Is Alastor busy?”

Disbelief shot through you and you huffed out a laugh. “Alastor? What does he have to do with this?”

You felt the Radio Demon’s presence before you heard him.- “I believe I have plenty to do with this.”- He drawled, his hands coming to trap you on either side, his chest pressing against your back.

You were fucked.

You had to be. Because here you were, trapped between both of the Overlords who you had been sleeping with. They had found out and now you were stuck in their web.

Alastor pressed his mouth against the shell of your ear as Vox began to slide your skirt up. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out, little doe?”

The cold terror you were feeling at being caught quickly tinged with arousal as Vox, impatient with your skirt, used his claws to slice it off you. You gasp at the sensation of your skirt being ripped away, revealing your distinct lack of panties.

Vox smirked, forcing your legs further apart. “Thought you were coming here for sex, huh babydoll?”

“Fuck you.” You growl out, feeling a mix of emotions and not knowing how to deal with the situation.

He laughed, “Oh we’re going to.”

You swallow hard, feeling Alastor begin to trail kisses down your neck.

“Did you truly think you could play us both for fools, my dear?” He mummers, nipping your collarbone sharply.

You gasp again, pressing back into Alastor as Vox stood and reached for his belt.

“I didn’t…” You whimper, your eyes never leaving Vox as he freed his cock and stroked it languidly. “...mean to.”

Alastor pulled away, disappearing into the shadows only to reappear in front of you, standing next to Vox. He leaned on his microphone, leveling you with an even stare.

You take a deep breath, interrupting him before he could speak. “You both approached me at similar times. I didn’t think it mattered that either of you knew about one another.”

Vox reaches for your hand, which despite yourself, you willingly take.

“Unfortunately  it does matter, babydoll.” He growls, pulling you into his chest. “Playing with both of our hearts isn’t a very smart thing to do.”

“Lucky for you...” Alastor stepped in, his cane disappearing into the shadows. “We know how to play nice when we have a common goal.”

You whimper as Vox grasps your shirt before tearing it off you. Your bra meets a similar fate, leaving you completely naked, save your shoes. Vox kicks your legs apart, lining himself up with your entrance, finding you soaking.

“Damn, so wet for us already babydoll.” He thrusts into you, kissing you to swallow your moans.

Alastor rolls his eyes, taking a step behind you as Vox begins to thrust into you. You whimper against his kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth as he picks up the pace. The wet slap of your bodies fills the air, your moans slipping past the kiss. His claws dig into your ass, piercing your skin, his pace bruising.

“Do be more gentle with her, you don't want to break her.” Alastor scolds.

Vox pulls away from kissing you to flash Alastor a cocky grin. “Oh she can take it, can't you doll?”

You nod, panting heavily to regain your breath. You moan softly as he continued to fuck into you harshly.

“I know she can take it. I'm surprised you haven't ever noticed the marks I've left.” Alastor retorts, reaching to free his own hardening member.

“I did.” Vox growls, pulling from you suddenly, making you whimper. “That's why we're here, asshole.”

Alastor's smile widens as he frees his cock, nudging Vox out of the way. You would have laughed at Vox stumbling if Alastor hadn't immediately thrust into you to replace him. You groan at the difference of their lengths and girth. You wrap your arms around Alastor's neck as he braces you against him, hiking your leg up around his hip.

“Indeed.” Alastor muses, effortlessly continuing his conversation with Vox despite beginning to fuck into you. “Though it was your scent on my little doe that tipped me off to you.”

Vox huffed, having regained his balance. He stepped up behind you, brushing your hair back as he pressed kisses against your neck. He ran his slick cock over your asshole causing you to gasp and stiffen. Alastor groaned as you tightened around his cock.

“Absolutely not!” You hiss at Vox, interrupting whatever he was going to say to Alastor.

You press closer to Alastor, trying to worm away from Vox’s cock pressing against your tight hole.

Vox chuckles, turning his attention to you, “you don't get much of a say right now, Dollface. You've gone around and broken both of our hearts, that deserves some punishment.”

Your eyes meet Alastor's, wide and begging, as you try to ignore Vox’s words. “Alastor, please don't let him.”

The Radio Demon hums, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before glancing up at Vox. “At least prepare her first.”

Your eyes widened at the betrayal, but you figured they must have also felt betrayed, finding out that they weren’t the only one you were with. You swallow, realizing that you truly didn’t get a say in how they decided to punish you. This was mercy.

Vox shrugged, stepping up closer to you, his chest pressing against your back. “I could, or I could do this.”

He slid his cock from your tight hole, right to where Alastor was buried deep inside you. He began to press into your already full cunt causing you to gasp and whimper. Alastor's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as Vox thrust into your pussy, his cock sliding against Alastor's.

“Fuccck.” He groaned, pressing his face against your shoulder. “How's that, doll? Better than in your ass?”

You felt impossibly full, your body struggling to comprehend both of their cocks buried in your cunt. They were stretching you painfully, but you couldn't deny the fact that it was incredibly erotic to have them both inside you.

“Yes…” you whimper, speaking before Alastor could object to having to feel Vox's cock against his.

“I rather don't like it.” The Radio Demon snarled, his pupils turning into black radio dials.

Vox flashed him a shit-eating grin. “Too bad you can't do anything about it.”

Radio static picked up around both of you, causing you to cup Alastor's face. The Radio dials immediately disappeared as he softened for you.

“Hey.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Indulge him, for me?”

You wondered if he would listen, they were supposed to be punishing you after all. He rolled his eyes, but nodded, pulling from your warmth slowly. You mewl as Vox pressed deeper inside you. When he started to withdraw, Alastor thrust back into you. The sensation was unlike anything else you had ever experienced before. Both of them working in time to fuck you. It wasn't long before they picked up a quick pace, supporting you between them. Your cries filled the air, mixing with the sound of your bodies meeting over and over. You tighten your grip around Alastor’s neck, burying your face against him as you pant. You were so close to your edge, your release within reach in a matter of moments.

“Fuck. So good for us,” Vox groaned, “is this what you wanted babydoll? Both of us?”

“Yes.” You moan, “Fuck, I want both of you. I’ve always wanted both of you!”

Alastor tightened his grip on your waist, his pace faltering slightly. “Lucky for you, my little doe, we love you enough not to punish you properly.”

Love. Did Alastor just say they loved you? Vox’s words fully clicked then.

“Fuck-” You curse, walls spamsing around them as your orgasm crashed over you.

The idea of both of them loving you, and loving you enough that this was the alternative to anything else, sent you over that edge.

“Yeah, just like that.” Vox groaned, his thrusts faltering as he got closer to his own release. “You’re taking us so well, so good.”

Alastor’s eyes flashed with mischievous intent. He quickened his thrusts, causing you to gasp out from the overstimulation. But his focus wasn’t on you for once.

“Cum for me, Vox.” He hissed out, never once faltering in his pace.

“Oh fuck you!” Vox groaned, thrusting into you a few more times before he met his end.

Alastor chuckled softly, lasting only a few more thrusts after Vox. He slammed as deep into you as he could go, hot ropes of cum hitting against your cervix. As Alastor stilled you were able to catch your breath as they held you. Vox pulled from your used cunt, taking a step back as Alastor lowered you down to your feet. He tucked his softening member away, watching Alastor pull from you a moment later. A mix of their seed and your release dripped from you as he did. Alastor released you only for your knees to give out from underneath you. Vox moved forward, effortlessly catching you and bringing you into a bridal carry.

“I got you babydoll. Need some rest after that, hmm?”

You nod, burying your face against Vox’s chest. He flashes Alastor a smug look causing the Radio Demon to roll his eyes for the umpteenth time that night.

“But after you wake up, little doe. We all have a lot to talk about.” Alastor reminds you. “Punishment aside.”

“I know.” You whisper, closing your eyes and allowing Vox to teleport you through the electricity and into his room.

You felt him place you on his bed, climbing in after you. A moment later the otherside of the bed compressed as Alastor joined you. You felt oddly happy that they had found out about one another, this was an improvement.

Chapter 17: Alastor: Degradation

Summary:

You accidently imply Alastor is on a leash, his punishment for you? To fuck you of course!

Notes:

Dub-con because sex as punishment.
Posting two days late again, but hey! At least I'm still writing. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,245

If there was one thing you absolutely loved doing, it was antagonizing Alastor. He just made it so easy to call him out on things. You enjoyed the back and forths you both engaged in often. Tonight was no different, you were sitting at the bar nursing your choice of poison when Alastor entered.

He said your name softly, taking a seat next to you. “Still drinking, I see.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass. “And you’re still joining me.”

“Hmm, I suppose I am.” He acknowledges, bringing a freshly poured whiskey to his lips.

You finish off your own drink, turning to face Alastor. “You know if you keep hanging around me people are going to start thinking I have you on a leash or something.”

Radio static picks up around him, his eye twitching. But your focus is on Husk who had just dropped the glass he had been cleaning.

“Husk, are you okay?” You ask, tone switching from playful to concerned immediately.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m good. Wet hands and all, glass slipped.”

You are about to offer to grab the dustpan when Nifty comes in, quickly sweeping the glass away.

“Thank you, Nif.” Husk says, following after the one-eyed sinner. “Let me help you with that.”

As they disappear, you take a deep breath and turn back to Alastor, finally noticing his silent glowering. You open your mouth to finish your thought when your phone dings with a text from Husk.

Word of advice Kid? Don’t imply you have the Boss on a leash.

You frown at the message, finally finishing your thought to Alastor. “As I was saying, hanging around me all the time isn’t good for your image.”

You meet his gaze again, your brows furrowing. “I crossed a line with that comment didn’t I?”

The Radio Demon sighs, pinching his brow. “What did Husker say?”

You raise an eyebrow, “What did Husk say, when?”

“Your message, it’s from him isn't it?” He points out.

Surprise fills you. “I…didn’t know you knew my notification sounds.” You say softly, you had one for everyone in the Hotel, save him for obvious reasons. 

You reply to his question before he can press further, “He was just telling me not to antagonize you too much.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Alastor replies sharply, his ire clear. “What were his exact words?”

You could see it in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulders that he was contemplating turning this towards Husk, much to your annoyance. You loved Alastor but you refused to allow him to punish your friends for something you had said.

“Yes.” You reply with the same level of bite. “Those were his exact words. But I don’t need Husk telling me, to know that I crossed a line. So how about you focus on me? I was the one who implied I had you on a leash.”

The radio static around Alastor picks up again, his smile straining at the end. “My dear, I suggest you stop talking.” He warns, his voice dripping with seriousness.

But you continue, trying to keep Alastor’s anger focused on you. “Hmm. I haven’t finished my drink yet, so you’re locked in this conversation with me. Unfortunately .”  

Your smile is sharp and dangerous. “I adore you, Al. But I draw the line at you hurting my friends, especially if it’s for something I said. So punish me, not Husk.”

His eyes narrow as he stands up, reaching for your hand. A moment later you were both traveling through shadow. When you materialize again you land on his bed. Slightly disoriented, not having expected to be moved by Alastor’s shadow powers, you groan.

“Gods, Al, what the fuck?” You complain as you sit up. “That leash comment really bothers you that much?”

He advances on you, his anger clear. “I told you to stop talking.”

“No.” You shoot back, “you ‘suggested’ it. Are you telling me now?”

He grabs your arm roughly, pulling you off the bed. You flinch, not expecting Alastor to be so forceful, regardless of his anger. You were realizing that you had never truly angered him before, typically you both just engaged in a playful back and forth. This was different. This was genuine anger and you were quickly regretting pushing the topic. He forces you down to your knees, your skin scraping against the hardwood floor of his room. His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look up at him. At the same time his other hand unzipped his slacks, pulling out his hardening cock.

“No.” He replies with cold certainty. “I’m making you.”

You open your mouth only for him to shove his cock into it roughly. He groans softly, his grip on the back of your head tightens. You brace yourself against his thighs, not pushing away but also not pulling him closer. You met his glare head-on.

“This is a much better use for your mouth. I can’t hear any more of your insolent remarks.” He punctuates his words with a small thrust.

You swallow around his length, your tongue slowly moving against the underside of him. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to pleasure him, regardless of his upset. Alastor groans, rolling his hips again.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” He growls, “Such a brat.”

His words send a thrill straight to your core as he presses his cock deeper into your mouth. He pulls out only to thrust in deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Always taunting me, sassing me. And now here you are, on your knees for me, sucking me off like a little slut.”

You moan around his length, your eyes never leaving him. Was this punishment? Because it sure as Hell didn’t feel like it. Not that you would tell Alastor that, besides you couldn’t, not with his cock in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks around his length, sucking, and swirling your tongue around him as he slowly fucks your mouth.

“Is that what you are, my darling little doe? A slut?”

You nod, reaching to touch his cock only for him to slap your hand away.

“Ah-ah-ah, only good girls get to touch. And you have been nothing but a bad girl tonight.”

He pulls from your mouth, pumping his length a couple of times, keeping a glare on you.

“I want you to strip.” He demands.

“Alastor-” You begin, not sure what you wanted to say to him.

His eyes narrow and he takes a step towards you, “Do as I tell you to, pet. Or I will broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear.”

You swallow, standing and quickly pulling your shirt off your head. You kick off your shoes while unzipping your pants. You let them fall to your feet, stepping out of them and pulling off your socks. You pause for a moment, hesitating slightly.

“ All of your clothes.” He growls, idly spreading his precum around his cock.

You nod, slipping off your panties and then your bra. You stand in front of him, completely naked.

You try again, “Alastor, look I’m really sorry for-”

He pushes you down onto his bed, forcing your legs apart. He swipes his fingers up your slit, gathering up your growing arousal. You gasp at the sensation, meeting his gaze.

“Look at that, so wet for me. Does it turn you on for me to take control? To put you in your place?” He sneers, rubbing your clit softly. “Does it arouse you to be punished by me?”

“Al…” You whisper, “I didn't meant to-”

He thrusts his fingers inside you, curling them up to press against your g-spot. “You don’t ever shut up do you? What do you hope to gain from your continued taunting?”

Small moans and whimpers escape you, joining the lewd squelching of your wet cunt as he fingers you.

“Oh yes, I do prefer you like this. A compliant, quiet, little whore.”

You moan softly, your walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulls his fingers from your cunt suddenly, shoving them into your mouth to prevent you from speaking yet again. The sudden taste of yourself on your tongue has you closing your mouth around his fingers, sucking softly. You lap at his fingers, cleaning him of your fluids as he pumps his cock slowly.

“If you ever speak of my reaction you shall find yourself being punished.” 

He shifts forward, running his cock through your slick folds, swirling the head against your clit. He pulls his fingers from your mouth as he positions himself at your entrance. He presses into you slowly, moaning as your tight walls squeeze him.

Alastor captures your mouth with his, silencing you from speaking, yet again. “Keep your insolent mouth free of any words. If I hear you speak, I will ensure you cannot walk for a week straight.”

You frown, biting your lip at his command. You had several things you wanted to say, but you kept quiet for the time being.

He chuckles softly, thrusting all the way inside you, “There we go, so you’re not completely useless. Perhaps there’s hope for you after all, my dear.”

You whimper, reaching towards his arms to brace yourself. Alastor’s eyes flash with annoyance, grabbing your wrists, he pins your hands above your head.

“What did I say about touching?” He growls, thrusting deeper inside you.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sharpness of his thrusts. He picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast.

After a moment you mouth, “Can I at least say our safeword?”

He watches your mouth for a moment, his ear twitching as you repeat the words over until understanding shows in his eyes.

“Yes, my dear.” He finally replies, his voice a tad bit softer, “You may use our safeword.”

You smile, glad to know that even while upset at you, he wouldn’t ever abuse your trust.

“This may be punishment, my dear, but I would never push you past what I know you can handle.” He reassures you.

You nod, mewling when he picks up his pace, fucking you harder and faster. Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching as you meet him thrust for thrust. Alastor dips down, burying his face against your neck as he takes you.

“Look at you, falling apart on my cock already.” He groans against your ear. “Such a good little whore for me.”

He releases your hands, bracing himself above you as his other hand slips between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.

“If you ever”- He thrust into you harder- “imply that I’m on a leash again. I will make sure your screams and moans are broadcast for all of Hell.”

You moan softly, your walls squeezing around his cock as he threatens you.

“Though I suppose you’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little doe? Such a dirty girl, wanting all of Hell to know who owns you.”

You whimper, feeling the pleasure in your gut coil tighter with every word and every sharp thrust. His hips stutter, his pace faltering for a moment at how tightly you pulse around him.

He nips your ear sharply, “Cum for me, my little whore. I want everyone in this forsaken Hotel to know who’s fucking you. Who owns you.”

His words send you over your edge, your back arching as your body tenses from the effort of your release.

“Alastor!” You moan loudly, breaking his rule in favor of screaming his name.

A few sharp thrusts later and Alastor slams his cock as deep inside you as it can reach. Hot ropes of cum splash against your cervix as he paints your walls white. He was breathing hard as he pulled from you and collapsed beside you. 

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that, my dear.” He scolds softly.

You smile, “Hey it was either be quiet or let the entire Hotel know it was you making me scream.”

He hums, “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” You smile softly, resting your head against his chest. “You did.”

Silence falls between the two of you for a moment before you glance up at Alastor, meeting his gaze.

“You know I don’t care if you’re in a deal with someone, right? I don’t know what the reason is, but I trust your judgement. I trust you. ”

Alastor meets your gaze, his smile straining again. “My dear, please drop it.”

You sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I will. I just need you to know that I won’t hold it over you, and I promise I won’t mention it to anyone. But…please tell me if I need to know something about it, okay? Unfortunately for you, I care about you.”

He cups your face, resting his forehead against yours, “Quite unfortunate for me, indeed. A shame I return the sentiment.”

He presses another kiss to your lips. “You don’t need to know anything right now, little doe. That’s for your safety. Now, go to sleep. You deserve some rest after taking me so well.”

You give him a soft smile, settling back down against his chest. You weren’t truly satisfied with his answer, but with how he reacted, you knew it was better to drop it. You just hoped that one day, he’d trust you enough with the truth.

Chapter 18: Vox: Angry Sex

Summary:

Vox and reader are still pining for one another despite having broken up two months prior. Another fight boils over and devolves into smut.

Notes:

This was a request from Tumblr. For some reason I struggled really badly with this prompt, so let's all ignore that it's November now, haha. Also this is the fifth version of this story, so that's why it's being posted now, before I have time to rewrite it again, lol. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,988

Vox was insufferable.

It had been two months since the two of you had broken up. You had grown tired of being second best to his company, to the Vees. You were his partner, his lover. Why did you always get overlooked? Why did you always have to fight him just to get him to go on a date with you? It had happened enough that you had started wondering if he actually loved you. Or if you were nothing more than an excuse and a convenient fuck. So you had broken up with him.

He had broken your heart, but you still fucking loved the man. Worse than that, you missed him. It didn’t help that you were surrounded by reminders of him daily. You woke up everyday in your VoxTek issued employee apartment, put on your uniform that had his symbol on it, and had to preach about his products and company day in and day out. You had tried quitting, tried getting another job. But every attempt was moot because he was the one who had the say if you stayed or went. Instead, he had made certain that you would always have to report to him personally. Which you hated. Because he consistently made it a point to argue with you, to try and guilt you because you had left him.

 

 Vox was hurt. In fact that was an understatement, he had been absolutely gutted when you had broken up with him. You had marched into his office two months ago, told him you were tired of being second to his company and that you were done. He had laughed, because you couldn’t possibly be serious. But you had been, and he realised it that night when he had come home to an empty apartment, all of your belongings gone. He had been a wreck privately for days afterward. Two months later, he missed you and as much as he denied it, he still loved you. He had spent the last month reflecting on why you had left, taking everything you said in your near daily fights, into account. A part of him still wanted you, the part of him that still loved you. But the other part of him, that was angry and hurt, wanted nothing more than for you to suffer. Especially when he caught wind of the fact that you had a date tonight. Which is why he called you up to his office, using your latest report as an excuse.

 

He sat up when you entered, pushing down the excitement he felt whenever he saw you. You had broken his heart, why it still beat for you, he didn't know.

He says your name softly, before clearing his throat. “Your latest report is absolute garbage.”

It wasn't.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you lean your weight on one leg. Great, he was picking a fight immediately. 

“No the fuck it isn't. That's the same format I always use. The one you said you like.” You sigh, rubbing your face, already expecting a bad argument, “Seriously, Vox, what's the real reason I'm here?”

You were certain he had caught wind of the fact that you had a date tonight. Which was precisely the reason you didn't want to be having a conversation with him. You were trying to move on, that's what you told yourself at least. But the truth was that you had no interest in your poor date. Your heart still beats for Vox and only him, regardless of if you wanted it to or not.

He leans back in his chair, his expression hardening. “I heard you have a date tonight.”

Ah, so he had heard, at the very least he didn’t deny that was the real reason he’d called you up.

“Yes I do, actually-”

“Cancel it.” He cuts you off.

A baffled laugh escapes your lips. “Excuse me?”

“I said cancel. It . ” He growls, eyes meeting yours as he leans forward.

You shake your head, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh yeah, sure, let me just cancel my date because my boss said so… Go fuck yourself.”

You turn away from him, intent on leaving. You didn’t have the energy to have another fight, to push down what you truly wanted to say. Vox’s brows furrow, his left eye gaining the black spiral, betraying his rising anger. Sparks of electricity arc off him.

“We’re in the middle of a conversation, so don’t you even think about leaving. What do you see in this guy anyway? He’s undeserving of you.” He hisses, his eyes never leaving you once.

You turn back around scoffing, “So are you! You never deserved me, Vox. So no, I will not ‘cancel’ my date just because you’re pissy I’m moving on.”

You take long strides towards his desk, slamming your hands down against the surface as he grits his teeth. You were in too deep now, the words had already started and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop until you were completely burnt out.

“I broke up with you, I’m moving on, let me go and stop perpetuating this.” You meet his gaze head-on, steeling yourself against the anger in his eyes. “I. Don’t. Love. You.”

A flicker of hurt flashes in his expression but it’s gone in an instant. “You expect me to believe that? That you don’t love me?”

You break eye-contact. You were angry and hurt, but you’re unable to keep looking him in the eye as you force yourself to lie. “I don’t. Haven’t in months, why do you think I broke up with you?”

He laughs in disbelief, but you can hear the sadness. He considers your words, wondering if they were true. Had you fallen out of love with him months before you even broke up?

“Months?” There’s disbelief in his voice when he finally speaks, but underlying it is a fear that it was true.

“Months.” You confirm ruthlessly, the words spilling from you, “Why would I love a man who makes no time for me? Who lies to me, makes excuses, and gives me empty apologies?”

You begin to pace, ignoring the lights flickering around you both. You were accustomed to his powers messing with the power whenever the two of you bickered. He stands up, approaching you with every word you speak.

“Every missed date, it was another half-assed reason why you couldn’t make it! About why your company was more important than me, why you had to be at work instead.” You rant. “I eventually stopped trying. It was easier than having to feel the sting of disappointment-”

Your voice catches in your throat, the emotion hitting you full force. You hadn’t stopped for a moment in the last two months to sit and process your feelings after you had left Vox.

Swallowing, you force yourself to finish your thought, “As once again, I wasn’t important enough!”

“Not important enough?” He growls, “Of course you were fucking important! You were always more important than my fucking company! But I was working because I wanted you to never have to work another day in your after-life. I was doing it for you! For us!”

You laugh, tears spilling down your cheeks, the warmth of them startling you. “Yeah, real fucking nice of you, Vox. I didn’t want or need that. What I wanted, what I fucking needed, was the man I loved!”

You take another step back as he continues to advance on you. “But what could I expect from a man married to his job? I doubt I was even a thought in your head. Did you ever even love me?-”

Your back hits the wall, expelling the air from your lungs as he slams his hands above your head, boxing you in. There’s genuine anguish on his face at your words.

His voice is low and dangerous, “Don’t you ever question that I loved you, doll. I loved you with all my heart and soul. I still love you.”

He doesn’t give you anytime to respond, crashing his lips down against yours in a bruising kiss. He kisses you like a man starved, desperation evident in every moment. He moves his hands to your waist, dragging you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You whimper, feeling the walls you had meticulously built around your heart shatter in an instant. With his mouth on yours, his body pressing against you, you could almost forget how hurt you had been. Could almost pretend that everything was okay, that neither of you had hurt each other. But the truth was ugly, forcing you to break the kiss.

“Vox..” You pant, eyes fluttering close as he trails kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at your skin.

He squeezes your waist, his grip hard enough to hurt. You can feel the anger simmering underneath the surface of his body, can feel it in the way he’s tensed. You can tell with how the lights continue to flicker around you both. He slides a hand to your ass, squeezing hard, his claws bite into your skin, drawing blood. He grinds against you, pressing his growing arousal against your stomach.

“I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” He growls.

It’s a threat that you take seriously even as it sends heat pooling between your legs. He grabs your skirt, tightening his grip around the material and pulling. The sound of it tearing meets your ears before it falls to the floor in tatters, exposing your cyan panties to him. A pair he had gifted you.

His eyes flash with anger, the room suddenly plunging into darkness, save his face. “You were wearing these for that fucker, weren’t you?”

His claws slice through your panties, causing you to gasp.

“Vox, no, I-” You try, a whimper escaping you as he slices through your shirt, exposing the matching bra.

“You thought you could just wear a set I gifted you for someone else?” He shredded the bra in turn. “Well now you can’t.”

You groan, anger flooding you anew. “You asshole! That was my fav-”

His fingers slip between your thighs, rubbing against your clit harshly, cutting you off. He slips two fingers inside your already dripping entrance.

“So wet already.” He mutters, “You really were expecting to get fucked tonight, weren’t you?”

“I wasn’t, actually.” You gasp, rolling your hips down against his hand.

It had been months since he had kissed you, had touched you. His touch on you felt electric, your body responding readily. He curls his fingers up against your g-spot, massaging the spot with barely contained anger. His thumb presses into your clit roughly, each touch against it in time with the increasing speed of his fingers pumping into you. You can feel your pleasure growing, the coil in your gut winding tighter with every passing moment.

“Yeah, right.” He growls, “Look at you, you’re already about to cum.”

You whine, annoyed at the fact that he could read your body so well. Could tell by the way your walls fluttered around his fingers that you were close.

“Oh, fuck-” You cry out, your release slamming over you. “You.”

He chuckles, the sound deep in his chest as he works you through your release, reaching to free his erection. “Oh, I’m going to, babydoll.”

You watch through half-lidded eyes as he frees his cock, stroking it a few times. He groans at his own touch, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He spins you around, pressing your chest against the wall as he lines his cock up with your entrance. He doesn’t wait, slamming his cock into you forcibly. You cry out at the burn of his cock stretching you. Your body tries to pull away from him as he drags you down onto his length. But you can’t deny how good it feels to have him back inside you.

“Fuccck.” He groans, rolling his hips into you, pressing deeper. “So fucking tight. Your pussy was made for me and only me.”

He pulls out slowly only to sharply thrust back into you, setting a bruising pace immediately. Your moans fill the air, mixing with the sounds of skin against skin. The wet slap of his cock pummeling in and out of you is nearly deafening. He tightens one of his hands around your hip, holding you in place as he reaches for your neck. He pulls you from the wall, forcing you to arch your back, his hand squeezing around your neck tightly. He grunts, feeling your walls flex around his cock. You close your eyes, whimpers falling from your mouth as he continues pounding into you. The coil of pleasure was wound tightly in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Please.” You choke out, tears biting the corners of your eyes.

You were so close and he knew it. He shifts his hips slightly, hitting your g-spot over and over. His mouth brushes against your ear, his hand around your throat tightening.

“Look at you.” He growls, “So desperate for my cock, so desperate to cum.”

You reach for his hand around your throat, clawing at his skin as he cuts off your airways. He loosens his grip slightly, allowing you to catch your breath. His pace never falters, his balls slapping against your clit with every punishing thrust.

“What will your date say when you show up dripping with my seed?” He growls, sliding his hand from your waist to rub your clit.

You whimper, focusing on your pleasure, on the fact that you were right on the precipice of your release. He grunts from the effort of his pace, his cock twitching inside you as his own release grows closer.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He commands, “Let me feel how much you still need me.”

“Fuck!” You scream, a particularly hard thrust from him sending you off that edge.

Your walls squeeze around his cock, your body quaking as a rush of liquid erupts from your body. Vox moans as you squirt, slamming into you roughly as he fucks you through your release. He grunts, burying himself as deep as he can go. His cock twitches, ropes of hot cum flooding into your womb.

“That’s it,” He groans, “take every drop, you’re mine , all mine.”

His hand squeezes around your neck once more before falling away. He rocks his hips against you, breathing heavily as you both come down. His cock begins to soften, slipping out of your abused hole. His seed mixed with your own release runs down your legs. He steps back, releasing you. Your legs give out from underneath you at the lack of support. Just before you hit the ground, Vox scoops you into his arms, holding you close to him. 

“Damn, I’m sorry, doll.” He apologises, no anger left in his voice, only remorse as he brushes hair out of your face.

His touch is soft, no anger simmering beneath it. You meet his gaze in the low-light of his office, his seed dripping out of you.

“You know,” You whisper, your voice hoarse, “You can’t fuck me and expect everything to be okay.”

“I know.” He mutters, sadness filling his eyes. “I fucked up, I took you for granted, and I hurt you. I’m truly sorry, I never meant to break your heart, doll. I know you probably won’t forgive me, but I can’t live without you. You’re everything to me and I don’t know what I’ll do if I’ve truly lost you. Please tell me, I haven’t.”

Your expression softens, as you search his gaze, finding only sincerity shining in his eyes. His apology was late, and you wished he had said it sooner. Wish he hadn’t fought you so much the last two months, but late was better than never.

“You broke my heart, Vox. My trust.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I know I’m not blameless in this, but… I need you to try. I can’t be second to your company, I won’t wait around for you if all you have to offer me is empty promises.”

His heart skipped a beat, hope filling him, it wasn’t much but it was something. It was enough.

“Let me win you back.” He says quickly, “I swear to you, I will work to win back your heart, to earn your trust again. I will put you above everything else. I love you.” 

He presses a gentle kiss against your lips, pulling back to whisper, “Let me show you that.”

You take a deep breath, wondering if you were about to make a mistake, “One chance, Vox. That’s all you get. No matter how much I love you, I can’t let you break my heart again.”

He smiles, a large genuine smile that has your stomach doing flips. That was the smile you had fallen in love with.

“That’s all I need.” He murmurs, brushing his lips against yours again.

You feel a rush of warmth surround you as he teleports you both through his cameras, coming out in his suite. He carts you towards his bedroom, the bedroom the both of you had once shared. The bedroom you’d share with him again.

“Now,” He smirks, dropping you onto his bed. “I think it’s about time I make love to you.”

You roll your eyes, feeling your heart skip a beat regardless as he crawls over you, nudging your legs apart. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. You didn’t know if you’d regret giving him another chance; To love you, to regain your trust, and to prove to you that you were more important than his company. But you also knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be than in his arms.

So maybe he was worth it.

Chapter 19: Alastor: Phone Sex

Summary:

Alastor has grown fond of you, the wife of one of his future victims. He's found himself craving you, enough that he indulges your request to pleasure yourselves over the phone.

Notes:

This one's short and sweet. I just have to post it to stop editing it, lol. I hope you enjoy.
Word Count:1,735

When Alastor first met you it wasn't by accident, nor coincidence. Instead it was due to his meticulous planning. You were married to a very affluent man. A man who used his wealth for anything but good. His reputation had preceded him, and Alastor was certain that anything and anyone that man associated himself with, was also tainted. Which is what he had thought of you and was precisely the reason he had orchestrated your ‘fateful’ meeting at Mimzy's establishment.

Initially he had approached you in an attempt to get closer to your husband, and if he had to kill you too, what was the harm? But one conversation with you had turned into several, and months later he found himself no closer to killing your husband.

Alastor had been correct in his assumption that by association, you were tainted by your husband. But for all the reasons he hadn't expected. The first time he noticed the bruises he nearly flew into a blind rage. And you had the audacity to laugh it off, as though the abuse you were enduring at his hands, was not worth any fuss. As though your well-being was nothing more than an afterthought, something to be swept aside for everyone else's. It was on that day Alastor became increasingly impatient to kill your husband. He had it all planned out; from the time, to what he would do to make your husband suffer a fate worse than death for hours on end, before extinguishing his pathetic existence.

But you were a distraction.

That's what Alastor ultimately decided you were. A beautiful, wonderful, annoying distraction. You with your beautiful smile, your captivating laugh. Your wondrous eyes, your…he could go on. Get lost in everything that was intrinsically you. And for the past several months he had. He had allowed himself to grow fond of you. He held a deep seated affection for you. He craved you in ways he had never craved another soul before. What he felt for you was raw and vast. It left him feeling split open, as though your very presence had taken an axe to his chest, carving a home there. A place for you alone. It was only natural that the budding relationship between you both blossomed into something more, something deeper. Something sinful. 

It had started with a stolen kiss one night outside of Mimzy's establishment. Upon seeing the time you had pulled him down, pressed a kiss against his lips, and called out a goodbye as you rushed away. He had been left stunned, his fingers brushing against his lips as he watched you run. How he wished he could have given chase. That kiss had spawned the first instances of longing for you. He wanted more, craved it. From that night it spiralled. Soft smiles and lingering touches, small kisses. You were driving him insane, he was certain of it. Until one night he cornered you and took you right up against the wall in an alley. He had been consumed by lust and desire, wanting nothing more than to have you. All of you. You were a thrill unlike any other. Being intimate with you gave him a high better than he had ever known. Not even watching the life drain from someone's eyes compared to how it felt to be with you. To kiss you, to hold you, to fuck you. You were intoxicating.

You were a damned distraction.

Distracting him from what he truly wanted. And that was for your husband to be dead, killed by his hand.

 

The ringing of his phone snaps Alastor out of his thoughts, his hands tighten around the book he's holding. With a sigh he picks the phone up from the receiver, setting his book aside.

“Hartfelt residence.” He answers smoothly, smiling with false brightness.

“Hello, my love.” You greet him softly, “are you alone?”

His smile softens and he leans back in his chair. “Hello, my dear… What are you doing calling me at this hour? I thought you and your… darling husband had a party.”

You chuckle at the contempt in his voice. “Yeah, well my ‘darling husband' as you put it, is currently fucking his mistress.”

Alastor's hand tightens around the phone in anger, but you continue on, not letting him get a word in.

“So while he's off having fun, I thought I might as well have some too.”

He can hear the amusement in your voice. As though your husband actively cheating on you wasn't such an insult. How you remained so bright despite that man, he'd never know. 

“Some fun?” He asks, wanting nothing more than to snuff out the life of your blasted husband.

“With you, Alastor. Over the phone.”

He laughs softly, “my dear, what fun could we possibly get up to over the phone?”

Your sigh filters over the phone, and he can hear the pout in your voice. “Well I can’t have you in person right now, so can’t I just pleasure myself while listening to your voice?”

He laughs again, caught off guard by your candidness. “And are you, my dear? Pleasuring yourself, that is.”

You flush, “Well I haven’t started! I was… asking. I wanted to make sure it was okay with you, if we did that, if we do that.”

He leans further back in his chair, his voice tinged with amusement. “It’s perfectly fine, my dear... Do you often sneak away to finger yourself?”

You snort, smiling, “Only when I know I can moan your name.”

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation that he had slowly grown accustomed to when it came to you. You made his body respond in ways he once found a nuisance, now he welcomed it.

“I think it’s only fair, little doe, if I get to touch myself too.” He decides, hearing your breath hitch.

He can imagine you in a room someplace, your skirts bunched around your hips as your hand creeps towards your centre. He hears a small whimper from you and he wonders how exactly you’re touching yourself.

“Please.” You breathe out, your voice shaky. “I want to hear you too, Al. I want to know that you’re getting as much pleasure out of this as I am.”

He reaches for the clasp of his pants, working it undone. In a moment he’s freed his rapidly hardening cock. He closes his hand around it, pulling a groan from the back of his throat.

“Oh..” He moans, letting his head fall back as he slowly pumps his length. “The sinful things you make me do, my dear.”

You giggle, working your fingers faster, “Ah, but you do them for me.”

He chuckles, the sound deep within his chest, sending shivers down your spine. Your walls clench at the sound. You adored his laugh and the things it made you feel.

“Hah, I do them because I adore you.” He breathes out, his hand moving faster.

He can hear the muffled sounds of you pleasuring yourself, your whimpers and moans growing louder. His own breathing is laboured, the sound of him fisting his cock carrying back over the phone to you.

“I wish..” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep quiet, “that I was married to you, Alastor. I hate him.”

His hand tightens around the phone again at your words, an ache settling in his chest. You occasionally said things like that. Things that made it feel as though you’d taken one of his knives and stabbed him right in the heart.

“Sweetheart…” He murmurs, clenching his jaw in anger at the thought of your husband. “Think of me, not him.”

You whimper, so close to your edge already. “I always think of you..oh fuck, I’m so close. Fuck, Alastor!”

He tightens his hand around his cock, his pace quickening as you moan his name. He hates how low and quiet your moans are. He knows that you’re attempting to stay quiet, keeping your voice down to stop your husband from finding out. It angers him. He wishes he was there, fucking you into your martial bed, drawing out all the sounds he loved to hear from you. He wishes he was there, forcing you to be louder and louder, as he took you hard and fast.

“Keep going,” He urges over the phone, “I want to hear you cum for me.”

“Fuck..” You breathe out, focusing on your pleasure, focusing on Alastor’s soft grunts over the phone.

He wished he could kill your husband tonight. Lure him out with a false sense of trust only to shatter it. Oh, he’d take great pleasure in drawing out the man’s death. Of ensuring that he felt all the pain he had caused you and more. Alastor’s breath hitches as he imagines how your husband would scream, how he’d try to get away, only to find that he couldn’t escape. Alastor imagined that fear in your husband’s eyes, imagined watching the life dim from them. He groans, his release growing nearer

“Ah, fffuck, Al-lastor!” You cry out, a bit too loudly for your own liking, as you cum around your fingers, your body shaking with the effort of your release.

He’s drawn out of his fantasy by your voice, a shiver running through his body as you moan his name.

“There we go.” He praises. “So good for me, sweetheart… Fuck- ”

His cock twitches as his orgasm washes over him with surprising force. Hot ropes of cum splatter his hand and slacks, but he can’t find himself to care about the mess at the moment.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, wiping his hand with a handkerchief. “Are you still there, my doe?”

“Still here.” You say softly, having let your skirts fall back into place. “Still missing you.”

He smiles, glad you hadn’t disappeared on him just yet. “What would you say, if I told you I could get your husband to leave? Permanently.”

He can hear the smile in your voice as you reply without missing a beat. “I’d say I’d marry you.”

He chuckles softly, his smile widening. That was all the permission he needed. He was going to kill your husband, make sure he never touched you ever again. No more waiting. No more rushed calls, or stolen kisses, no more longing. It would just be you and him.

He couldn’t wait.

Chapter 20: Alastor: Restraints

Summary:

Alastor gets jealous of a new patron of the Hotel talking to you. He decides to stake his claim and make it obvious to everyone just who owns you.

Notes:

Totally not posting this a month after when it should have been originally posted, lol. I am working through these prompts, I swear! And hey, it's better late than never. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,002

Alastor watches you from across the room, his hand tightening around the glass of whiskey he was holding. His smile strains at the edges, revealing his discontent as you talk and laugh with a new patron. Husk stood by, idly cleaning a glass.

“You know, Boss.” Husk says, his voice almost thoughtful, “You could just tell them how you feel.”

Alastor laughs at that, glancing away from you long enough to send a scathing glare Husk’s way. “I don’t know what you are implying, Husker. ”

There’s a warning in his voice, one that Husk knows all too well. But the bartender just shrugs, refiling Alastor’s glass before going back to cleaning the bar. Alastor lets out a small huff of air, his annoyance and anger spiking. Why should he let Husk know that you’re spoken for? That he's the one to have claimed your heart? He turns back to you, only to see the sinner you’re talking to lean closer. Their hand rests on your shoulder, tightening there. Alastor was certain he saw red, his jealousy spiking. Downing the rest of his liquor, he slinks into the shadows. Husk watches, amused. He knew about you both because he was observant, but it was fun to fuck with Alastor.

 

Your smile strains as you try to make polite conversation with the sinner in front of you. Their advances didn’t go unnoticed and your attempts to reject them gently were moot. They were simply not the type to take ‘no’ for an answer. When they lean in to whisper in your ear, their mouth brushing against the shell of your ear, you nearly shrink back. You would have taken a step back if their hand wasn’t tightening on your shoulder in an almost painful way. A rush of energy passes beneath your feet before Alastor emerges from the shadows, about a foot away from you both. Relief floods you at Alastor's arrival. The sinner immediately drops their hand from your shoulder, their expression betraying their annoyance at being interrupted.

“My dear,” Alastor’s voice is clipped as he takes a step closer to you. “May I have a word with you?”

“Certainly, Alastor!” You reply, taking a step towards him, anything to create distance between you and the sinner.

“Lovely!” His voice is filled with mock joy.

You meet his gaze and see two emotions you hadn’t expected to see: anger and jealousy. You swallow nervously, taking a step around Alastor. His volatile mood generally meant you'd be ending up in his bed, not that you minded, that is.

Alastor turns his glare towards the sinner one last time, feeling a smug satisfaction at the fear in their eyes. He follows closely after you, barely a breath behind, as he ushers you out of the lobby. As soon as you both turn the corner, he rests his hand on your shoulder, dragging you with him as he slinks into the shadows. You gasp, the sensation of your physical body falling away, foreign. You stumble back into form a moment later, catching yourself from falling completely on a bed. His bed, you realise. You take a few deep breaths, calming your beating heart as you turn around to face a seething Radio Demon.

“Alastor-” His mouth is on yours in an instant, silencing anything you had hoped to say.

He pushes you down onto the bed, the room darkening with shadows, extinguishing most of the lights in the room. His anger and jealousy bleed away into desire effortlessly. His claws glide up your sides, pulling your shirt up. He breaks the kiss only to slip it over your head. He palms your breasts through your bra, pinching and rolling a nipple between his fingers. You moan softly, arching into his touch. You shift back as he climbs onto the bed, following you until your back hits the headboard. His shadows shoot forward, wrapping around your wrists as you reach for him. You whine as your hands are forced above your head. The shadows twirl around your wrists, forming solid links that keep them bound. Alastor trails kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin as he slides lower and lower. He wraps his hands around your hips, yanking you forward, your back pressing against the mattress. His fingers hook in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down as he presses kisses, almost reverently, down your body. His lips trail down your neck and chest, between the valley of your breasts, and down to your navel. Your breath hitches as his fingers hook beneath the waistband of your panties, his mouth hovering over your core. He pulls them down your legs excruciatingly slowly, sitting back on his haunches. He looks down at you, his gaze intense, making you want to melt into the mattress below you.

“Alastor..” You whisper, “Is this talking?”

He leans forward, his claws slicing through your bra with practised ease, pulling a gasp from you.

His mouth brushes against your ear, his erection pressing against your core. “You could call it that.” His voice is husky, almost sultry.

You can’t help but ask, “Jealous much, my love?”

His eyes flash with that same jealousy and anger you had spotted earlier. “What do you think, my dear?”

You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him. “I think I’m grateful you showed up when you did. They simply weren't getting the hint that I wasn’t interested.”

He hums, his anger palpable as he slides his hands down your legs, curling his fingers beneath your knees. Alastor shifts forward, pressing your legs against your chest while spreading them. More shadows wrap around your legs, growing taught to keep you in place. You were bound and helpless for him. He shifts back, reaching for the clasps of his pants to free his cock. He strokes his length, his eyes dark with arousal as he takes you in. 

“Well perhaps I should make it abundantly clear that you are spoken for.” He says cooly, shifting forward to swipe the head of his cock through your slick entrance, nudging your clit.

You bite back a moan at the contact, your walls fluttering in anticipation. He repeats the motion a few times, your anticipation growing with every teasing touch. He positions his cock at your entrance, rocking his hips forward.

“So wet for me already.” He sounds almost amused as he presses the head of his cock into you.

“Alastor!” You whine loudly as he begins to sink into you, his cock stretching you open.

“That’s it, my little doe.” He coaxes, “I want you to be loud. Let everyone in this establishment know who owns you.”

You blush furiously at the thought of everyone hearing you, but as he sinks into you further, you realise you don’t care. Just as long as he was inside you and he was fucking you, you couldn’t care less who heard you. He chuckles, watching the compliancy flood through you. He sinks the rest of the way into you with a sharp thrust. Your walls flutter around his cock, a moan escaping you both as he bottoms out. Alastor rests against you, burying his face against your neck. His lips press against your skin as he grinds into you. Every roll of his hips is punctuated by a kiss, nip, or a hickey being sucked into your neck. He withdraws his cock further, almost slipping from your entrance before he sinks back into you with a harsh thrust. His change of pace makes you cry out in pleasure, your arms straining against the shadows.

“Fuck! Alastor…” You moan, whimpering when he repeats his movement, thrusting into you harshly again. And again.

With each thrust he picks up his momentum until he’s pounding into you. His groans fill the air, mixing into a cacophony with your moans and the creaking of his bed as it strains underneath you both. Each stroke brushes against your g-spot before sinking deeper and kissing against your cervix. Your pleasure was steadily climbing higher and higher. The coil in your gut taught with tension, bound to snap at any moment.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out, so close to that edge, but unable to go over just yet.

Alastor chuckles, brushing another kiss against your neck. His hand slips between your bodies, his fingers honing in on your clit with precision.

He rubs tight circles into the nub, his mouth brushing against your ear. “Cum for me, little one.”

The tension in your stomach snaps, sending you off that edge. You moan out his name loudly, your legs shaking against the hold of his shadows. He fucks you through your release, his pace never faltering for one moment.

A few thrusts later, Alastor's pace falters, a low groan escaping his lips. He slams into you deeply, his cock twitching as his mouth finds the conjunction of your neck and shoulder. His teeth sink into your flesh. You cry out, a mixture of a yelp and a moan, as he paints your walls white with his seed. He stills, seated right against your cervix as he slowly pulls his mouth from your neck. Blood spills from where his teeth punctured your skin. He runs his tongue over the wound, lapping up your blood eagerly. You shudder at the feeling, a small whimper leaving you as he soothes the wound.

His cock softens, slipping from your cunt. Begrudgingly, Alastor withdraws from you fully, sitting back on his haunches. His eyes trail over your body, taking in your flushed cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest, the hickeys decorating your neck, alongside his mark bleeding slowly. His eyes slide lower, taking in the way you're bound for him, the way his cum leaks from your used cunt. You almost feel like he's admiring his work, and when he swipes his fingers up your labia to push his leaking seed back into you, you're sure of it.

“Alastor.” You say his name softly, slightly amused as you watch him.

“Hmm?” He responds, more focused on fingering you than what you were saying.

You squeeze your muscles around his fingers, moaning softly. “Don't you think you've made your claim?”

He pulls his fingers from your heat, meeting your eyes. “Hm, well I suppose. You are covered with my marks and my scent.”

He brings his fingers to your lips and obediently you take his fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his digits, a soft moan escaping you at the taste of you both. He pulls his fingers away, satisfied, before snapping to banish the shadows keeping you bound. Exhaustion floods through you, your body falling limply to his bed. With another snap you find yourself cleaned up, dressed in pyjamas, with your wound bandaged.

Alastor lays beside you, drawing you into his arms. “After tonight everyone will know you're mine.” He sounds so pleased, so proud of himself.

It makes you laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. You listen to his heartbeat for a moment, finding comfort in being in his arms.

You break the silence, “Husk can't make anymore comments about me now.”

Alastor rolls his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “oh no, whatever will I do without Husker’s input?”

You snort, placing a kiss against his chest. “You're a dick. But I love you anyway.”

His gaze softens as he looks down at you, all feelings of anger and jealousy completely forgotten. With you in his arms, murmuring words of love, Alastor knows without a doubt that you're his. He places a kiss against the top of your head, drawing blankets over the both of you as he holds you.

“I love you too, my doe. Now get some rest. I'll see you in a bit, hm?” His voice is soft, loving.

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to fall asleep in his arms. You might have been in Hell, but being in Alastor's arms was your form of Heaven.

Chapter 21: Alastor: Cock-warming

Summary:

You fall asleep while cock-warming Alastor, he fucks you awake. How sweet of him!

Notes:

This was in response to an ask on my tumblr! A very good prompt that took me way too long to write.
Life has a way of getting in the way of everything. Health, mental and physical also gets in the way. At least I'm hopefully getting somewhere! My X-rays showed a defect. So thank you for the patience as I work through these prompts. I *will* finish these.
Word count: 1,428

You remembered when you had first heard Alastor on air. You remembered your silly crush on the very dangerous, enigmatic Radio Demon. His voice had captured your attention initially, but it was his charms, his jokes, and his laughter that you had become infatuated with. You had never thought that seven years after Alastor first went off-air, you’d meet him at the Hazbin Hotel. You had never expected that he’d actually speak to you, let alone answer questions about his radio show. You hadn’t expected your measly crush on him to come back into full swing, or to lead to the both of you courting one another. And you certainly did not expect to now be cock-warming Alastor while he was live on air.
You had started this confident, sure that you could sit through his entire broadcast. The longest he typically broadcast for was thirty minutes tops. But as his broadcast hit the thirty minute mark, with no sign of him ending anytime soon, you started growing restless. You could only sit still for so long in general, but sitting on Alastor's lap, with his cock inside you? That was a different torture altogether. What was worse, was that it was your fault for even suggesting it.
You take a deep breath, trying to ignore your growing impatience. You wanted Alastor to finish broadcasting so he could fuck you already. But he just continued on talking, completely unbothered, as though he wasn't buried inside you. You shift on his lap, biting your lip to keep from whining when his claws dig into your ass. It was a silent warning, telling you not to move. To behave.
You let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes as you settle down against him. It was clear that you would have to wait a little bit longer, and though it would drive you insane, you were determined to do it. You focus back on his voice, letting the smooth dulcet tones wash over you. You knew Alastor wouldn't leave you waiting for long and he typically did reward you for being patient. So you decided you'd do this, what choice did you have? You couldn't very well get off his lap in the middle of his broadcast, and certainly not thirty-two minutes in.
At the very least you could distract yourself. Taking a deep breath in, you focus on the sensation of his cock buried inside you. A breath out is accompanied by you fluttering your walls around him. This earns you a twitch of his cock and his hand grasping your ass even tighter. You smirk, glad to know that he was still being affected by you even if he didn't show it. You focus on your breath and the sensation of him inside you. Every breath serves to relax you further, Alastor's voice fading into a lull in the background. Without meaning to, you fall asleep.

Alastor clicks off his microphone, looking over all his settings before turning off the ‘on air' sign. He stretches his arms above his head, before wrapping them around you. He places a soft kiss to your head, breathing in your scent.
“You’ve been so patient for me, little doe.” He whispers, brushing his hands up your back. “I apologise for taking so long.”
You don’t reply, causing Alastor to pull away from you.
“Darling?” He calls softly, attempting to get your attention, “My dear?”
He shifts you in his arms, his smile growing softer as he realizes that you’ve fallen asleep. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest for a moment. Taking note of how your mouth hangs open slightly, a small snore escaping you. He chuckles, his thumb catching on your bottom lip, pulling it down.
“Patient, indeed.” He muses, mirth in his tone as he takes in your sleeping form.
He'd have let you sleep normally, in fact typically when you fell asleep in his arms, he did. But tonight he was buried inside your cunt, his cock beginning to ache from being in a semi-hard state for the past hour. He rolls his hips up against yours experimentally, his smile widening as you whimper in your sleep. Your walls flutter around his cock despite the soft snores leaving your mouth.
“Interesting.” He mutters, thrusting into you again.
“You’ve gone and left me waiting.” He murmurs, his hands sliding down to your hips. “Do you understand how frustrating that is, my doe?”
He pulls you up his cock, biting back a low groan as he thrusts into you. He repeats the movement, beginning to fuck you slowly with soft, shallow thrusts. Your breath hitches in your sleep, a small moan escaping you. He groans softly, his cock fully hard and throbbing with need. He moves you on his cock, thrusting up every time he pulls you back down. He falls into a rhythm, listening to your soft, breathy moans grow louder and louder.
“Look at you, even asleep you still take my cock so well.” He speeds up, practically using you like a toy, a means to his own pleasure.
His breath hitches, his hips slapping into yours loudly. Your own pleasure steadily climbs, your dream reflecting your bodies response to Alastor fucking you. His every touch brings you closer towards release, and to consciousness. Alastor grunts from the effort of bouncing you on his cock, his speed growing faster and harsher. He buries his face into the crook of your neck; small, needy whines escape him as he loses himself in the feeling of you.
“Come on, little doe.” He urges breathlessly, “Wake up for me. You can’t ask to cock-warm me and then fall asleep. You have to give me something.”
He summons a wisp of shadow to slip between you both, brushing against your clit with a featherlight touch. As it circles your clit it becomes more insistent, applying firmer pressure with every pass. Your walls flutter around his cock, whimpers and moans spilling from your lips readily. Your body tenses, your legs begin to quiver as your release grows near. Alastor lets out a frustrated grunt, fucking into you with wreckless abandon, chasing his own release. His hips slap into yours sharply, his claws digging into your hips hard enough to break your skin. He was both trying to wake you, and trying to meet his own end. The shadow on your clit presses down harder, moving with inhuman speed.
The coil in your gut wound tighter and tighter before snapping. You cry out as you cum hard, your eyes fluttering open.
“F-fuck, Alastor!” You moan, your voice thick with sleep.
You dig your nails into his back as he continues pounding into you, his pace beginning to falter. Your legs shake, your body overstimulated. You groan lowly, your body rolling straight into another orgasm. He grunts as your walls squeeze his cock almost painfully. With a final few thrusts into you, he meets his end. He pulls back from your neck to capture your lips in a rough kiss, his seed flooding your awaiting womb. His cock stills, the shadow disappearing from your clit, leaving you shaking in his arms. Alastor pulls back from kissing you, breathless.
“Hello, my dear.” He says softly, rolling his hips against you, pulling a small whimper from you. “Glad to see you're awake.”
You chuckle softly, “that was one hell of a wake-up call, Al.”
He hums softly, brushing his nose against yours. “What else was I to do? You fell asleep on me.”
You smile, “You could have woken me up normally before fucking me. But I'm not complaining.”
He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes. His breathing steadies as he rests against you.
“Actually, I might complain.” You tease, “that was the longest broadcast ever.”
He moves back, his eyes opening and shining with a teasing light. “You were asleep for most of it.”
“I wouldn't have fallen asleep if someone hadn't taken so long.”
He rolls his eyes, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. “My deepest apologies, my dear. Perhaps I can make it up to you.”
You smile softly, “oh? And how do you plan to do that?”
Alastor rolls his hips up against you, his cock still hard. You bite back a moan, your walls fluttering around his cock in response.
“For one, I can fuck you properly now that you're awake.” He says, his lips brushing against your ear.
A shiver runs down your spine at the thought, “I think that will suffice.”

Chapter 22: Alastor and Vox: Cuckolding

Summary:

You and Vox are friends with benefits, but you've started to fall in love with him. Vox attempts to push you away and sends you into Alastor's arms instead. He realizes how much he's fucked up a little too late, as he watches Alastor fuck you.

Notes:

One of my favorite things I've written so far. I hope you enjoy!
Word count: 3,735

Vox fell onto his back besides you, his chest heaving from exertion. He glanced up at you, his heart skipping a beat as he realized you were already looking at him. His cock gave a valiant twitch as he trailed his eyes down your naked form. A light sheen of sweat covered your skin, your breasts moving tantalizingly as you caught your breath.

He reached out, brushing your hair out of your face, “Fuck babydoll, that was perfect,” He praised breathlessly.

He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, leaning forward to capture your mouth with his, kissing you softly. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, and deepening the kiss in kind. You poured everything you felt for him into it.

The intensity of your kiss, the affection he felt in it, terrified him. He pulled back, leaving you to chase after him. You were his best friend and you occasionally fucked… but that? That felt too real. He sat up, brushing you off as his heart raced in his chest.

“Vox?” You question, feeling the shift in him.

Your brows furrow with concern as you sit up, reaching to touch his arm tentatively. He stood, stretching his hands over his head in a clear dismissal. You let your hand drop back to your side as you watched him, a sense of growing unease spreading through you.

“Well sweetheart,” He said, his tone performative as he attempted to distance himself from you. “Let's get cleaned up, I have better things to do.”

You felt your heart drop into your stomach at his words. ‘Better things to do?’ What the hell did he mean by that? What were you, chopped liver? You watched as he headed towards the bathroom, a frown pulling at your lips as you felt your heart begin to break. You knew you were falling in love with Vox. You knew that this arrangement was dangerous, foolish even. But you had really hoped that maybe you’d be lucky, maybe Vox would feel the same. And now you were realizing how much of a fool you’d been.

If you followed your typical routine, you’d be joining Vox in the shower; but with your heart sitting heavy in your chest, you didn’t know how to face him right now. You took a moment to breathe before you stood from his bed, silently gathering up your clothes, and pulling them on. You paused in the doorway of his room, casting a glance over your shoulder at the bathroom door. You wondered how long it would take him to notice that you weren’t joining him, that you had left. Your footsteps were quiet as you left, a solemness falling over you.

Vox was just about to step into the shower when he paused. You hadn’t come into the bathroom yet and he was starting to get worried. He had seen the way your face had fallen when he had brushed you off, he had tried to ignore it. To ignore the way he hated seeing that look on your face. He didn’t want to think that he might have hurt you with his indifference. He cleared his throat, calling your name. When he didn’t hear a reply he moved back towards his room, peeking out and freezing. You were gone and so were your clothes.

“Fuck,” He curses, his heart clenching painfully in his chest as he realized you had left without a single word.

He knew you had been hurt by his words, by his cold actions, but the fact that you had left without a word?  That hurt him far more than he was comfortable admitting. He felt small for how he’d reacted, how he had hurt you without a care in the world, and that was not something he liked feeling. So he did what he always did, he pushed the blame onto someone else- you.

He shook his head, scoffing, “If that’s how she wants to be, so be it. She should be grateful that I even allow her space in my bed.”

He returned to the bathroom, stepping into the spray of the shower. He sighed and rubbed his face in frustration. He didn’t want to examine why he had acted the way he had. He didn’t want to acknowledge how much your kiss scared him, and he certainly did not want to admit that he was falling in love with you.

“FUCK!” He yelled, slamming his fist against the shower wall, the door shaking in its frame. He’d apologize to you eventually, when his pride allowed it.

 

You sigh, glaring down at your phone, at Vox’s text. It had been a couple of nights since Vox had pushed you away. He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t bothered to apologize. But now... Now? He had sent a text, asking if you were “down to fuck.”

“Ugh! The nerve of him!” You hiss, turning your phone off and tossing it onto the couch next to Alastor.

He barely looked up from his book, used to you complaining about Vox. In a way it let him check in on his old friend, regardless of the bad blood between them. He also found your exasperation with Vox entertaining.

“What has he done this time, dear?” Alastor asks, turning the page of his book.

You lean back against the couch, nestled in between his legs, “What hasn’t he done?” You sneer, resting your head against his thigh.

You lean your head back further against his lap, staring up at his face while he read, “He texted me seeing if I was available for sex. Like I’m his personal whore or something.”

That got Alastor’s attention.

His eyes darkened, his smile straining at the edges as he set his book aside, “Pardon?”

Alastor was used to the lows that Vox went to, but the thought that he was treating you like a common floozy? That was unacceptable, and Alastor wasn’t going to have any bit of it. He watched as you shifted enough to grab your phone.

His expression was dark, “Pray tell, what exactly were the picture box’s exact words?”

You turn your phone back on and hand it to Alastor so he could have a look at your texts himself.

“‘I have better things to do,” that’s what he told me the other day after we had… well you know,” you explain, frowning, “I just gave him a little taste of his own medicine.”

Alastor’s smile strained more, the perpetual state of it unable to hide his growing anger on your behalf. But you kept speaking, kept on digging Vox the grave that Alastor was intent on putting him in.

“He said that, and hasn't apologized, b.t.w. Then he asks me if I’m down to fuck. He’s an asshole! A complete and total asshole, whose head is so far up his own ass he can’t even see when he’s hurt me!” You sit up, turning to face Alastor.

 The Radio Demon’s eye twitches, his anger growing with every word you speak. He had never been fond of your relationship with Vox, especially when the both of you started being… intimate. And now Vox had been treating you like this, the proof right before him. Alastor wasn’t going to let this slight against you go, and he knew exactly how he wanted to hurt Vox in turn.

With his mind made up, he set your phone aside and cupped your cheeks. “Tell me, little doe, do you trust me?”

You furrow your brows, falling silent at the sudden shift. A beat passes before you hesitantly respond, “Yes, I trust you, Al.” 

His eyes flashed with an unnatural light, his smile widening, “Good. Because we’re going to hurt Vox just as badly as he hurt you.”

Alastor stood, pulling you up with him. Not giving you a moment to react, he slammed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He was going to make Vox pay for how he's treated you, by giving you the pleasure you deserved.

Surprise floods you as Alastor kisses you. You felt a little guilty as you kissed him back, thinking of Vox. But you didn't owe Vox anything. You were friends with benefits, nothing more. He had made that obvious when he brushed you off and pushed you away. So what did you care what he thought? You were free to fuck anyone you wanted. Besides, Vox had probably gone to Valentino to get laid the moment you denied him. So why shouldn't you kiss Alastor? Why shouldn't you have sex with him?

Alastor breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping at your collarbone.

“On your knees, little doe,” he commands, watching  as you comply without hesitation.

He felt his cock twitch to life at the sight of you on your knees for him. The power he held over you in this moment was heady and arousing. You smile up at Alastor, meeting his gaze as you palmed his rapidly hardening cock. You were going to enjoy this, you decided.

“Fuck Al, is this for me?” You ask, your eyes dark with lust as you begin to undo his slacks.

His smile softens as he brushes your hair out of your face, already anticipating the feeling of your mouth on him. “It is, my dear. Now how about you put that mouth to work, hmm?”

You smile, pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free him. His cock slaps against his lower stomach, the tip leaking precum. Grasping his length, you eagerly lean forward. You stroke his cock slowly, licking a long stripe up his length before closing your mouth around him. Alastor groans, his hand tightening in your hair as you begin to move.

He watches you with half lidded eyes as you eagerly work him with your hand and mouth. With a snap of his fingers your phone appears in his hand. He turns it on and captures a photo of you sucking him off. He sent it to Vox before tossing your phone aside.

“Just like that my dear,” Alastor praises as he rolls his hips, forcing you to take him deeper.

 

Vox was stubborn. He knew he had hurt you but he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to admit that kissing you had been fucking fantastic. He didn’t want to confront the way it had made him feel, the way you made him feel. But he knew he needed to, so he had texted you.

He was hoping to breeze past the apology portion and sink himself inside your warm heat. He wasn't good with apologizing, hell he wasn't good with emotions period! He had hoped you'd accept, that you'd come to him so you could talk and then fuck. Instead you replied that you had “Better things to do.” He knew that he had hurt you, but he hadn’t truly realized how much until he saw your message.

He groaned, falling back onto his bed, his phone falling from his hand. Fuck, he thought bitterly. He knew he had to try to get through to you, had to apologize for real, and he had to mean it. Which meant facing what he didn’t want to face- his feelings for you.

His phone pinged with your text tone and he shot up, scooping up his phone and opening the text. He froze. His heart dropped as he saw the text that awaited him. It was a photo of you with your lips wrapped around a cock, a hand tangled in your hair as you looked up at the camera. He knew those hands but the caption confirmed that it was Alastor. “Beautiful, isn’t she, old pal?”

Vox felt his screen bluffer, angry arcs of electricity sparking off him. His hand tightened around his phone hard enough that it shattered in his grip. That motherfucker! How dare he touch you? Vox shot to his feet, teleporting himself into the nearest electric device. He wouldn’t let Alastor have his way with you, he would save you from that old-timey prick. Vox would make sure of it.

 

Alastor grunted, knowing that it wouldn't be long until Vox got there, he pulled you off his cock. Helping you to your feet he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. He pulled back, fixed his pants, and swept you up into his arms. He carried you to his bed, dropping you unceremoniously onto it.

You gazed up at Alastor as he began to remove his pants, feeling a confusing mix of emotions. You wanted him, wanted this, but a part of you was still subconsciously thinking about Vox. He was your best friend and you were in love with him. Yet he clearly didn't feel the same, so you had a decision to make; either you let Vox go or you got hurt.

Alastor's voice pulled you from your reverie, “Strip, my dear.”

His tone was low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a deep breath to calm your fraying nerves and make your decision. Without further ado, you pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side, before unclasping your bra to free your breasts. You lay back, pushing down your pants and panties to leave you completely bare for him. Alastor's eyes darkened with desire as he crawled above you, settling in between your thighs. He hiked your legs around his shoulders, leaning in to lick a stripe up your entrance. You gasp at the contact, arching your back as he closed his lips around your clit, sucking lightly.

“Oh fuck, Alastor!” You whimper, a moan falling from your lips as he thrust two fingers into your soaked pussy.

He worked you with efficiency, his fingers curling up to caress your g-spot. His mouth worked in tandem as he pleasured you, his tongue swirling around your clit between light nips and sucks.

 

It didn’t take long for Vox to locate your phone through the electrical grid. He zapped out of it, walking right into Alastor’s room. He froze as soon as he did, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. Here you were, moaning and writhing on Alastor’s bed as he ate you out.

“You son of a b-” Vox began, taking a step towards the bed, intent on tearing Alastor off of you.

Without pulling away from you, Alastor snapped his fingers. His magic dragged his chair over, the feet scraping on the wood. It knocked Vox off his feet, and he let out a startled yelp as he fell back into the seat. Shadow tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs, binding him to the chair. He struggled against the binds, his eyes snapping up towards you as he heard you cry out.

“Alastor!” You beg, your body quaking as you get closer to your release, “I'm so close! Please, please, please.”

Vox felt a cold shock of anger and jealousy run through him as he watched Alastor double his efforts and bring you to release. He opened his mouth to object just as you cried out, but found a shadow tentacle across his screen, muffling his yell. He clenched his teeth, glaring at Alastor as the demon pulled away from your dripping core. He climbed up your body, positioning himself at your entrance, his cock nudging against your sensitive clit. You gasp softly, fully aware of Vox’s presence. You were trying your best to ignore him and the way your heart clenched at the distress in his voice.

Vox pulled and thrashed against his shadow binds, yelling obscenities that were muffled by the shadow across his mouth. He tried to tip the chair, tried to scooch closer, tried to turn it away. But his attempts were futile, he was completely powerless, unable to escape from Alastor’s tight binds. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest as he was forced to watch his rival sink his cock into the woman he was in love with. Vox, much to his displeasure, felt his own cock twitching to life at the sight.

You mewled as Alastor entered you, wrapping your arms around his neck, as if to ground yourself. He was big, bigger than Vox, but fuck did it feel good. You bury your face against Alastor's neck as he began to fuck you in earnest, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. You tighten your hold on him, trying to focus solely on the Radio Demon and the pleasure he was giving you. But you found yourself looking towards Vox. His eyes were wide, full of a mix of jealousy and hurt. The sight made your inner walls clench around Alastor, who grunted in return, his pace slowing as he noticed your distraction.

“At-ta-ta, eyes on me, little doe.” Alastor scolded you, tilting your chin back up towards him before capturing your mouth with his.

“A-Alastor,” you whimper as he kisses down your neck, nipping at your collarbone.

“That’s it my doe, keep your focus on me,” he praises, pushing your legs up against your chest to slide deeper. “Tell me, my dear, who’s bigger, me or Vox?”

Vox shouted around the shadow tentacle in objection at the question, his ego bruised. He knew, just by sight alone, that Alastor was bigger.

“You are,” you whine, your eyes fluttering shut as Alastor's cock punished your cervix with every deep, hard thrust, “Fuck, you’re so much bigger, Al.”

He chuckled, smirking against your skin as he picked up his pace, his hips slapping against yours loudly. Vox groaned from his place in the chair, his cock painfully hard and aching for release. He hated that he was turned on, hated the idea of Alastor being bigger than him, but more than anything, he hated that Alastor was bringing you pleasure. It should have been him. That realization made his heart stutter, and suddenly Vox understood what was happening; this was his punishment for hurting you, for being so callous with your feelings.

Vox threw his head back against the armchair, shame filling him and mixing with his arousal. He was angry, not just at Alastor for this show, but at himself for the way he had treated you. He clenched his teeth, listening to you gasp and moan beneath his rival, his hips bucking upwards as he searched for friction. He felt defeated, this was completely justified, but fuck!- If he could just touch himself! 

“I’m so close, Alastor.” You breathe, arching your back as you roll your hips down against his. “Don’t stop.”

But Alastor had other plans. Smirking, he slowed down his thrusts until he was leisurely fucking into you, ruining your orgasm. You whine as he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and wanting.

“Not yet, my dear.” He murmurs, flipping you onto your stomach before pulling you up.

The change in position brought you face to face with Vox. His eyes were dark and stormy as he fought his anger and lust. You swallow hard, opening your mouth to say something, anything, to him when Alastor thrust back into you. The words die on your tongue, turning into a pleasured cry as he returns to a steady rhythm.

Alastor pressed his chest against your back, his lips brushing against your ear, “Tell me, my dear, do you think Vox should be allowed to touch himself?”

You gulp, your eyes flickering away from Vox’s down to the obscene tent in his pants. “Y-yes,” You murmur, granting Vox a sliver of mercy.

Alastor hummed, loosening the tight control he had over his magic. As soon as Vox felt the magic slacken, his hand flew straight to his crotch. He palmed himself before moving to free his aching length from the tight confines of his pants. A strangled noise escaped him as he closed his hand around his cock, pulling it free. Vox’s eyes never left you for a moment, watching your tits sway as Alastor took you from behind.

Vox found himself shamelessly matching his strokes to Alastor’s pace, imagining that it was him buried in your tight cunt instead. He watched as Alastor slid his hand up from your hip, over your stomach and breasts, to your throat. He tightened his hand around your neck, yanking you up until your back was flush with his chest. You yelp at the sudden change in position, feeling Alastor slide even deeper inside you.

“Alastor! Fuck!” You cry out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he moves his free hand between your legs, rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your legs shook, your entire body quivering as you grew closer, and closer, to your inevitable release.

“Let go for me, my doe,” Alastor muttered against your ear, his pace faltering as his own orgasm grew closer.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” You cry out as your climax rips through you, your body trembling in Alastor's arms as you cum hard.

Alastor groans, his hips stuttering and slowing into hard, deep thrusts as he reaches his own release. He grinds against your cervix, meeting Vox's gaze and holding it as he pumps you full of his seed.

Vox grunts as he meets Alastor's gaze, his cock jerking as he cums. Rope after rope splatters his hand and stains his clothes, but he keeps stroking himself, working himself through his release. He slumped against the armchair, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath, his hand finally stilling. Vox watched as Alastor pulled from you and let you collapse onto the bed, shaking and exhausted. That bastard’s seed leaked out of your used cunt, but Vox couldn’t deny the fact that he was still turned on. Damn Alastor, damn him!

“Now!” Alastor declared, standing up and tucking his spent cock away. “I believe you two need to have a conversation.”

He strides towards the door of his room, snapping to free Vox from the shadow binds as he goes. His red eyes scanned from Vox, rubbing his sore wrists, to you, just barely regaining your breath.

“Best of luck chums!” He cackles as he leaves, locking the door behind him, leaving you both alone.

You swallow nervously, meeting Vox’s gaze as you slowly push up on shaking arms. This was going to be an interesting conversation, that much you were sure about.

Chapter 23: Vox: Office Sex

Summary:

It's the fourth of July and for some godforsaken reason, fireworks are being set off in Hell, much to your discontent. It's up to Vox to distract you and he knows just the perfect way to do so.

Notes:

I will admit I have been conscious for more than 20 hours at this point for various reasons. (I have officially shattered my sleep schedule, not that I had a very consistent one in the first place.) So I apologize for any mistakes in this lol. But the good news is I broke my writer's block, and I'm hoping it stays that way. (At this point it's going to be October 2025 by the time I finish this, but I hope not!)
Just a heads up, the reader is implied to have trauma and makes a mention of suicide. However Hell respawn mechanics exist.
Word Count: 3,644

Weakness was exploited in Hell. That was just the nature of the realm, something that you had always been acutely aware of as a deer-hybrid sinner. There was a lot that others could perceive as weakness, and you weren’t about to let anyone use that against you. Those who were foolish enough to underestimate you, paid dearly. You had been meticulous in ensuring that any perceived weakness was eliminated, concealing yourself behind a carefully crafted mask. Which was precisely how you wound up working for Vox as his assistant. But sometimes your mask cracked.

 

Another firework exploded outside the window and you flinched violently, clenching your teeth as your body stiffened. It was the fourth of July and for whatever god forsaken reason, sinners were currently setting off fireworks. Fireworks were to be expected in the living world, in America, not in Hell. Though to be fair, by the time you had died there had barely been any difference between America and Hell. But this was ridiculous.

Another explosion sounded causing you to flinch violently, you squeeze your eyes shut, your breath hitching in your throat. Your ears flatten against your head, trying desperately to shut out the noise. You hated your extra sensitive hearing, especially right now. If you had been alive you would have been at home, curled up in bed, and far away from any windows. But unfortunately you were in Hell, and currently working for Vox, which meant you had to suffer through this.

The door to your office banged open causing you to gasp and shoot up in your seat. Your shoulders slump and you sigh when you see that it’s just Vox. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, his eyes trained down on a holographic screen being projected from his wrist. You could see that he was looking at the spreadsheet you had sent him not even ten minutes before. Oh you were fucked.

He says your name sternly, his voice betraying his annoyance, “What the fuck is this shit? You’re my assistant, I expect better than this crap.”

Finally, he looked up at you, his eyes roaming over your tense posture, a frown on his face. He took note of your ears pressed flat against your head, something that reminded him of Alastor. He shook the thought away, dismissing the hologram before he stepped into your office further, shutting the door behind him.

“Um, what is going on with you?” He asks, gesturing to all of you. It was the closest to concern you were going to get from him, at least for now.

It was then that another firework decided to explode, sounding far too close for your liking. You flinch violently, your eyes squeezing shut once more, betraying your fear. That was all the information needed for Vox to understand what was happening. A part of him ached for the fact that you were obviously terrified, needing comfort.

But he had never been particularly good at the emotions thing, so he laughed. “Are you… holy shit! Are you afraid of fireworks? Ha! Oh, fuck, that’s great!”

You open your eyes, glaring daggers at him as he continues to laugh, his voice dripping with condescension. Your eyes land on your stapler, your ears twitching upwards as you consider grabbing it, and launching it at his stupid flatscreen face. You wondered how he’d look with a stapler sized hole punched through his head. You scooch closer to your desk, eyeing the stapler with great interest, your hand twitching with the desire to grab it.

“I’m not afraid.” You say, your voice wavering much to your annoyance. “I just…don’t like fireworks.”

Vox pretended to wipe away a tear as he stepped closer to your desk. He picked up the stapler, tossing it into the air and catching it idly as he regarded you, unknowingly taking away your weapon of choice.

“Yeah, that sounds like bullshit, sweetness.” He deadpanned, setting the stapler down just out of your reach.

You were starting to wonder if he could read your mind and was doing it on purpose, toying with you like always. Your body tensed as another firework exploded. 

You cleared your throat, “I don’t even get why there are fireworks being set off right now.”

He raised an eyebrow, explaining, “It’s the fourth of July.”

You rolled your eyes, your voice dripping with annoyance, “Yeah, I know. But we’re in Hell not America.”

He chuckles, bracing himself against your desk as he leans over you. “And unfortunately for you, sweetheart, most Americans end up in Hell. This just gives those pathetic sinners a sense of normalcy.”

You clench your teeth, a gasp escaping you as a quick succession of fireworks sounded. Your ears flattened against your head again, trying desperately to block out the offending noise. You wanted to argue against what Vox said, but it made a lot of sense, in fact you agreed with him on it. Of course most Americans ended up in Pentagram City.

He grinned, “That, or they just want an excuse to blow shit up, and who can blame them? But you’re terrified of them.”

You glare at him, wishing you had another blunt force object within reach to send through his head. But no, he had to take away the only thing you had. “I’m not afraid of fireworks,” you insist, flinching at another explosion.

At this point, you were wound up so tight you felt like you were going to simultaneously combust. You push to your feet, walking around the desk and past Vox.

“Okay, fuck this shit. I’m going to go jump off the roof, hopefully when I regain consciousness in a few hours all of this will have stopped.” You declare, reaching for the doorknob.

Vox’s face falls, his expression darkening as he reaches to grab ahold of you. He yanks you back against him, “At-ta-ta, not so fast, little dove, you’re my assistant and I need you to do your job.” In reality, the thought of you purposefully harming yourself didn’t sit right with him. Not that he would ever admit that aloud.

You all but pout up at him, your anxiety spiking. “Yeah? And you came up here to complain-” Another firework had you stiffening once more- “about my work… So perhaps you should let me go home, at the very least, so that I can come back tomorrow, and fix it.”

Vox searches your face, his grip on your arm tightening. The last thing he needed was to let you go and have you do something stupid, or worse, have something happen to you while you were in this state. The mere thought had his chest aching. He refused to let that happen.

“Oh absolutely not, sweetness,” he clicks his tongue, turning you in his arms and pushing you towards the door. His hand slid down to rest on your lower back, guiding you insistently. “You aren’t going anywhere except with me, to my office.” His tone was firm, final.

You scoff, opening your mouth to object when a firework exploded right outside the window, causing you to stiffen and press back into Vox’s arms. It was a constant barrage at this point, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to bury your face against his chest and hide. “Okay, fuck!” you whimper, relenting.

Vox smirked, sounding far too smug for your liking, “That’s what I thought.”

You were too exhausted at this point to retort to his sass, so you let him have it. Just this once, you reasoned.

 

Vox let go of you as you entered his office, stepping around your tense form to sit down. He spreads his legs, patting his thigh, “Come here.”

It was a simple command, one that you weren't about to question, not when he had brought you into his quiet office. You couldn’t hear a single firework in the distance and felt yourself starting to relax. Damn him, he somehow always managed to disarm you. So you carefully perched on his knee, gasping in surprise when he pulled you more firmly against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you flush against his chest, as you were forced to all but straddle his thigh.

“V-vox!” You squeak, blushing furiously as you feel his thigh brush against your crotch.

Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? Holding you so close, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip. His cologne surrounded you, intoxicating and alluring. You glance up at him, catching his gaze. His eyes were dark, holding a complexity that left you feeling breathless. Surely you were reading too much into this?

“You’re fine, sweetheart, just sit back and relax.” He reassures, smirking wickedly as he leans forward to grab his tablet off his desk.

He had to have known exactly what he was doing to you, the bastard. But you weren’t stopping him and you had no intention of doing so. You take a deep breath, trying your best to heed his advice, and calm the racing of your heart. But it was no use when Vox was holding you like this, shifting his thigh to rub against your crotch every now and then. His focus was solely on the tablet perched on his other knee, his fingers swiping over the screen as he worked. You frown, shifting in his lap to get a better view of what he was working on.

It was the spreadsheet you had sent over, the one he had come into your office to complain about. You watch as he easily fixes your numbers without any fuss. Your eye twitches as you realize that he had pitched a fit about the quality of your work for no reason. You didn’t understand why he had felt the need to criticize your work, when he could fix it himself in a matter of moments. You shift back against him, your movement causing his slacks to pull taut across his crotch. You could feel his flaccid cock pressing against your ass and it gave you an idea.

He was currently ignoring you, fixing your work, and occasionally grinding his thigh up against your core teasingly. You were starting to go insane, your body responding to his actions. But two could play at this game, so you shift in his lap, purposely moving your ass against his cock.

Vox bites back a groan as the fabric of his slacks and boxers pull across his soft member, stimulating him. He could ignore the sensation once or twice, but when you continued to shift, it was a losing battle. He flexed his hand against your hip, his claws digging into your soft flesh in warning before retracting again. Still, you didn’t seem to get the hint, shifting yet again, your ass pressing more firmly against his hardening cock. Unbeknownst to him, you were definitely doing it on purpose; Your own form of revenge, mirroring his own teasing actions.

Vox was trying his best to ignore how hard he was getting, his dick tenting his pants obscenely, pressing insistently against your ass. He grits his teeth, his face flickering as his hand tightens around the tablet. A part of him was mortified that he had gotten hard so easily, but with you squirming in his lap, who could blame him? He leans back in his chair, glancing down at you, noticing the smirk on your face. Ah, so that was it, you were doing this on purpose. Trying to tempt him into giving in, into bending you over his desk and fucking you hard, fast, and without mercy. And damn you, but it was working.

He tried to remind himself that he had brought you down here with the sole intent on protecting- helping you calm down, but even he knew that was bullshit. He had been the one who had started this, grinding his thigh against your crotch with the hopes of arousing you. He was tired of dancing around his desire for you, and your averseness to fireworks had just been the perfect excuse he needed to make a move. Perhaps it had been fucked up to use your fear and trust in him for his own gain. But he wasn’t going to apologize, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted, and he wanted you.

He holds you tightly, grinding against your ass as he growls your name. His voice was low with warning, his words a threat and a promise all in one. “If you don't stop moving right now, sweetheart, then I’m going to bend you over this desk, and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.” His balls were heavy, his cock aching to be buried inside your tight heat.

You freeze when you hear Vox’s words, your face heating up. You had already been growing aroused with his teasing movements, but now you were soaked at the thought of him following through, and fucking you senseless. You swallow hard, taking a shuddering breath in, almost forgetting that you needed to breathe. You shift, catching his heated gaze, your hand tentatively coming to rest on his chest. Without thinking, and perhaps foolishly, you leaned in to kiss him, your eyes slipping close.

Vox met you half-way, his hand letting go of the tablet to thread in your hair. The device hit the floor with a clatter, forgotten as he deepened the kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You open your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside to tangle with yours. You use your hand against his chest to balance yourself as you sling your legs over his lap, wrapping your arm around his neck to get more comfortable.

Vox breaks the kiss, pressing the top of his head against yours, the both of you breathing hard. He moves his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I’m going to fuck you now, little dove.” He whispers, lifting you off his lap as he stands.

Vox sets you down, spins you around, and pushes you down onto his desk. He flips up your skirt, taking in the sight of your soaked panties clinging to your folds. He chuckles, rubbing his fingers over your clothed slit, sliding them down to circle your clit.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet for me.” He murmurs, hooking his fingers around the side of her panties to pull them aside, exposing your slit to the cold air of his office.

He thrusts two fingers into you without warning,  groaning at the sensation of your tight walls squeezing his invading digits. He couldn’t wait until your walls were fluttering around his cock like that. The thought made him shudder, precum dampening his boxers. He works you with quick efficiency, curling his fingers against your g-spot, spreading his fingers to help prepare you for him. His finger finds your clit, rubbing firm circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves as he sped up his ministrations, his fingers pumping in and out of you fast. Your moans were a symphony to his ears, spurring him on. The way you canted your hips back against his hand only encouraged him further, but he had no intention of letting you cum just yet.

Just as you were about to crest over that edge, your legs quivering, Vox pulled his fingers from your dripping heat. You whine at the loss of sensation, your walls clenching around nothing. You look over your shoulder at him, your ears flattening against your head.

“Vox!” You whimper, pouting at him.

He chuckles, bringing his fingers to his mouth, slowly lapping your juices off of them. He was savoring your taste on his tongue, never once looking away from you. “Is there a problem, dove?” He asks, his smirk widening.

You clench your teeth, glancing away from him. “Asshole,” you mutter, your body aching for his touch.

He laughs, palming his aching cock through his slacks. “Oh sweetness, I know you don’t mean that.” He steps closer to you, grinding his hips against yours, relishing in your sweet gasp.

He takes a step back, reaching to undo his slacks and free his throbbing cock. He groans as he wraps his hand around his length, stroking himself a few times. He steps towards you again, swiping the head of his cock through your slick, swirling the tip around your aching clit.

You whimper, bucking back into his touch, a soft, “Please,” falling from your lips.

Vox smirks, positioning himself at your entrance before pressing forward. His cockhead breaches your entrance, his length stretching you open as he slowly sinks into you. He grunts at the sensation of your tight walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing him and drawing him in deeper. He was trying to take his time, to savor the sensation of sinking into your hot cunt for the first time. But it was a struggle not to slam into you and take what he wanted, what he needed. By the time he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against your clit, he was panting.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he mutters, rolling his hips forward, grinding against your cervix, “you feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”

He withdrawals slowly, his length nearly slipping out of you before he thrusts back into you. Vox sets a slow, hard pace, gritting his teeth as he attempts to take his time. But it was a losing battle especially when you started rolling your hips back against his, meeting him for every thrust. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock as he began to fuck into you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mixing with your wanton moans and his low grunts. You scramble for purchase on his desk, gripping the edge tightly as his relentless pace starts rocking the entire hardwood desk beneath you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, soft whimpers of his name slipping from your mouth as your pleasure rises higher and higher. Your walls spasm around his cock, drawing him in deeper. Vox shifts his hips, his cock bullying into your g-spot with each thrust. You cry out, seeing stars as he reaches around your body to rub tight circles against your clit.

“That’s it, my dove,” he praises, “You take my cock so well. This pussy was made for me, made to be shaped to my cock, and my cock alone.” He sped up, rutting into you as he pressed his chest against your back, nipping at your shoulder.

You can only whimper, your pleasure reaching a fever pitch, the tension in your core tightening. Until finally, it snapped.

“F-fucck! Vox!” You cry out, your walls spasming as you cum hard, your juices flooding around his cock.

Vox groans above you, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your release. “Fuck sweetheart,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back just a little while longer, not wanting this to end just yet, “I’m so close, baby, going to cum inside you.”

He thrusts deep inside you, grinding against your cervix as his release crashes over him. “Fuck!” He roars, his cock pulsing as he pumps you full of his seed.

He collapses against you, pinning you against his desk as you both fight to regain your breath. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, rocking against you one last time before he slowly pulls from your well fucked hole. He steps back, his knees slightly weak from the intensity of his climax. He watches as his seed leaks out of you, dripping down your legs, and staining the floor beneath you. He felt a primal satisfaction at having marked you as his completely, finally. He reaches forward, collecting his cum on his fingers before pushing it back into your pussy. You were certainly a sight for sore eyes and he knew that he would never grow tired of seeing you like this. His heart fluttered in his chest, his eyes softening with an affection that he refused to acknowledge. Maybe one day, but not yet.

“Well, sweetheart,” He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you again, “Did I help you relax?”

You laugh breathlessly, slowly pushing up on shaky arms, glancing back at him. “Maybe just a little.”

He rolls his eyes, reaching forward to slide your panties back in place before fixing your skirt. “Don’t be a brat,” he teases, meeting your gaze. “Did I or did I not help you forget about the big scary fireworks?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, annoyed at his insistence that you were scared of fireworks, “oh fuck you, Vox.”

He smirks, grabbing your arm and pulling you flush against him. “I just did, dove. Unless you want a second round?” He wiggled his eyebrows, his smirk turning into a genuine smile when you laugh at his antics.

“Behave,” You warn, standing on your tip toes to press a soft kiss against his mouth.

His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to him, grinding his still semi-hard cock against your lower stomach as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, cupping your face “Why should I, when I can take you upstairs and fuck you again? I promise that the fireworks will be the last thing on your mind.”

You smile, shaking your head. You had already long forgotten about the fireworks, but as long as Vox was convinced he was helping you forget about them, then you’d stay quiet; Especially if it meant he was going to fuck you again.

“Okay,” You relent, pressing a quick kiss to the bezel of his screen. “Lead the way.”

Chapter 24: Alastor: Choking

Summary:

Upon walking in on Alastor half way to disposing a body, you run for your life. Only for him to catch you and try to kill you by choking you. However when you moan, his body responds to yours and he ends up fucking you instead.

Notes:

I'm slowly working through the remaining fanfics for this silly thing. Life has a funny way of throwing five-million wrenches in my path. But I'm getting it all done! So expect more up to the release of season 2 of Hazbin! :D

Alastor was careful.

He had always been careful. Meticulous and methodic in the way he handled his affairs. It took him weeks to size up his next victim, to learn what made them tick, to decide which was the best way to kill them. It was a part of his process, a necessary measure that he took to ensure that he would never be caught.

Alastor had gone through great lengths to ensure that he presented the image of a picture perfect man. He was a successful radio host, well enough off that he didn't have to worry about his next meal. The only part of the equation he was missing was a wife, which is precisely where you came in.

 

You were the woman he was currently courting, a rare gem amongst the filth that inhabited this town. You were intelligent, warm, if not a little reserved. You had never once expressed a desire for more than he had already offered you, which was completely ideal. In many ways you were the perfect woman for him, the perfect front to complete his falsified image.

So he found it rather unfortunate that you had just walked in on him disposing of a body. He froze like a deer in headlights, halfway to the basement stairs. What a sight he must have been; his shirt was stained through with blood, his arms covered, and his face and glasses splattered with it. 

He had gotten messy, sloppy. This was the consequence of letting someone in, and now you were going to go to the police. And who wouldn't, when the man who has been courting you had a dead body at his feet?

Predictably, you bolted. Alastor sighed, running a hand through his hair in agitation. There went his courtship. He stepped over the dead body at his feet and gave chase. At the very least he would enjoy hunting you down. He knew his property like the back of his hand, there was nowhere you could hide that he wouldn't find.

 

Alastor had been courting you for the last half a year, and it had been the time of your life. It was a nice feeling, actually connecting with someone for once. You looked forward to spending time with the radio host, anticipated it. There was never a dull moment when you were with Alastor and he always had a way of surprising you.

But tonight, well that surprise happened to be a dead body at his feet. The man himself stood there, frozen and covered in blood. Your instincts were screaming at you to run, and so you did. You bolted out the door, rushing into the surrounding forest, your heart beating in time with the fall of your feet. You weren't thinking, you didn't know what to think. How could you come to terms with the fact that the man who had been courting you for the past half year was a killer?

You ran like your life depended on it, and you realized that it did. But Alastor knew this property better than you and he had been doing this for far longer than you would have guessed.

He tackled you in a small clearing, taking you down into the mud. Your body hit the ground hard, forcing the breath from your chest and leaving you winded.

 

Alastor was certainly a sight, his hair mused, his face and glasses splattered with blood, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was an attractive man and the blood only served to make him more attractive. That wasn't quite the thought you expected to have when the man pinning you down had his hands around your throat. But you'd be damned if you let him kill you now. You grasped at his hands, struggling beneath him. He shifted, his knee pressing against your crotch as he fought to hold you down. The sensation was sudden and almost thrilling, a soft moan escaping you before you could stop it.

Alastor had never been one for the more… physical sensations that came with a typical courtship and he knew that you weren't either. But your soft moan was certainly arousing. He flexed his hands, gritting his teeth as he tried to ignore the way blood flowed south in reaction to your needy sound. You moaned again and he growled, sitting back on his haunches.

“Interesting,” he breathed, more than a little annoyed that you were making this difficult.

“Alastor, please.” You whispered, your voice strained from how he'd been cutting your oxygen off. 

He grit his teeth. Why did you have to sound so needy? Why did his body have to react like this to you? He adjusted his grip around your neck, being mindful of his hand placement to prevent you further lasting harm.

He leaned over you, his voice low and almost sultry, “Do you like this my dear? Do you like having me above you, choking you? Do you enjoy the thrill of knowing I could snuff your life out in an instant?” He squeezed before relaxing his grip, eager to hear your response.

You felt your face heating up as he saw right through you, “yes,” you admitted unabashedly, holding his gaze.

His thumb brushed over your pulse point, surprisingly gentle. He hummed as his eyes raked down your body. “You continue to surprise me, sweetheart.” He murmured, using his knee to spread your legs further for him.

Alastor shifted back, moving his hands to your skirt. He slowly pushed the fabric up, exposing your lower half to his gaze. He smirked at the sight of your soaked panties, realizing that you were just as aroused as he was.

“I didn't take you for the type, my dear.” He mused, brushing his thumb over the damp fabric. “But here you are, laying beneath me, aroused by me choking you.”

You glanced away from him, becoming almost bashful. Alastor chuckled, tipping your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I'm curious, my doe, do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, searching your gaze. “Do you want my touch on you despite the fact that I am still covered in blood?”

You shuddered as he circled your clit with his thumb, applying the slightest amount of pressure. “Fuck, Alastor…” you whispered, rolling your hips down into his touch. “I do. If you'll have me, I do want that. I want you.”

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your glistening center. He rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb, slipping two fingers into your tight, wet heat. He watched your face closely as he worked his fingers, pumping them in and out of your center rhythmically. He curled his fingers up, massaging the spot inside you that has your eyes fluttering shut, a filthy moan slipping from your lips. He quickened his movement, spreading his fingers apart to prepare you for his cock.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, grasping his arm as you ground down against his hand. “A-Al, fuck.”

He chuckled, rubbing your clit faster, applying more pressure. “Louder- let me hear you, dear. I want to hear your screams of pleasure.”

You gasped, your pussy clenching around Alastor's fingers at his words, grinding against his hand harder. You threw your head back into the mud, allowing yourself to moan loudly as he worked you closer to your release. He chuckled, watching your face contort with pleasure. With his free hand he reached for his slacks, popping the button and unzipping them. He pulled out his throbbing erection, grunting as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it in time to his pistoning fingers. You mewled, your cunt clenching around his fingers, your legs shaking as you came apart beneath him.

“Fuck! Alastor!” You yelled, your juices flooding out and soaking his hand.

“There you are, sweetheart.” He muttered, working you through your release. “Such a good girl for me.”

He pulled his hand from your core, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He lapped your juices up, humming at the taste. It wasn't human flesh, but you certainly did taste sweet. Your eyes fluttered open, your face flushed as you glanced up at him, taking in the sight of him sucking his fingers clean as he stroked his cock. He smirked, spreading your legs further as he came to settle between them. He swiped the head of his dick through your wet folds, smearing your arousal down his length. You whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed once more.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he scolded, “look at me, dear. I want to see your eyes as I claim you for the first time.”

He smiled when you opened your eyes, swallowing hard as you met his gaze. “Good girl,” he praised, rocking his hips forward, his cock nudging against your clit. “I'll go slow, sweetheart. At first.”

With that he shifted his hips, pressing forward, you gasped, arching your back as his cock-head breached your entrance.

He clicked his tongue, sliding his hands up and down your thighs, “breathe, my dear, it'll be better if you relax.”

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze as you forced your body to relax. Alastor took that as his opportunity, thrusting forward, until you clenched again.

“Al!” You whined, feeling the burn of his cock stretching you out.

He hummed, his thumb finding your clit again. You gasped, your body jerking and your walls unclenching. He pushed the rest of his cock inside, bottoming out with a soft groan. You clenched around him again, swallowing hard as you met his gaze. You felt so full, almost impossibly full. The feeling of his cock inside you was as foreign as it was pleasurable.

“Relax.” He reminded you, not moving until he felt your body loosen beneath him.

He pulled out slowly, until just the head of his cock remained inside you, before he thrust back into you. You cried out, your back arching as he repeated his movement. Alastor smirked, his hands finding your neck again.

“Keep making those pretty noises for me, sweetheart.” He murmured, tightening his hands around your neck.

You choked beneath him, your moans turning into whimpers and coughs as he cut off your blood flow. His cock throbbed inside you at the sound, at the way your eyes fluttered back into your head. He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against yours harder as he moved faster. He adjusted his grip, letting you breathe and moan for him before he cut you off again.

He clenched his teeth, grunting as he pounded into you. The power he had, the way you coughed and clawed at his hands as you arched your back, was intoxicating. You were at his mercy, putting your life in his hands as he fucked you hard and fast.

The one good thing with killing people, is that he knew how far to push before he hurt you, and he always pulled back before then. He wasn't going to leave any marks, save for the ones he had already made. There was no reason to raise any suspicion, and bruising around your neck would only do that.

He let go of your neck again, bracing himself above you as he quickened his pace, chasing his own pleasure. Your eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused as you found his gaze. Your voice was hoarse from him continually cutting off your circulation, but you still moaned for him.

“A-Al,” you whimpered, your walls clenching around him as he reached down to rub at your clit again.

He hummed, shifting his hips, pounding into you. His cock hit that spot inside you that had you crying out in pleasure. “Cum for me, my doe.” He commanded, his own release fast approaching, “I'll be right there with you.”

He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy, boarding on feral as he chased his pleasure. You cried out, arching beneath him. Alastor slammed into you, wrapping his hands around your neck harder as he sent you off that edge.

Your moans of pleasure were choked as you came around his cock hard. He cursed, his hips stuttering at how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

“Fuck!” He groaned, slamming into you as his own orgasm quickly followed.

His cock pulsed as he filled you with his seed, jet after jet of his cum flooding your unprotected womb. He ground his hips against yours, letting go of your neck to let you breathe. He collapsed above you, both of you breathing hard.

You wheezed slightly, swallowing despite the ache in your throat. You wrapped your arms around Alastor as he buried his face against your neck, breathing in your scent.

“Alastor…” You whispered after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“You still have a dead body in your house.” You pointed out, brushing your hands through his hair, playfully clenching your walls around his cock. “We need to go take care of that.”

He nodded, slowly sitting back and pulling his softening cock out of your well fucked pussy. “You're right my dear, I can't have anyone else finding out. What would the papers say?”

You laughed softly, reaching for his offered hand. He pulled you up to your feet, your legs a little wobbly beneath you. Alastor caught you.

“So,” You said softly, “you get rid of his body and I cook dinner?”

He grinned, the smile genuine and wide. “That sounds lovely, my dear.”