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Don't put that in your mouth!

Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

As you lounged on the couch in Lucifer's luxurious penthouse, your mind wandered as you idly flicked through channels on the TV. Lucifer was somewhere in the penthouse, probably in his office or perhaps the piano room, but you weren't sure. You were too absorbed in your own little world until you spotted something interesting on the coffee table. It was a small, shiny object that caught your eye, and without a second thought, you reached out to grab it.,

Just as your fingers closed around the object, a deep voice cut through the air, freezing you in place.

"Do not put it in your mouth!"

You looked up, startled, to find Lucifer standing before you, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his gaze.

"But Luci, it's just a—"

"I don't care what it is," he interrupted, his voice firm. "You know better than to put random things in your mouth."

You pouted, feeling a bit like a scolded child, but you couldn't help but find his authoritative tone strangely alluring. With a reluctant sigh, you relinquished the object, watching as Lucifer plucked it from your grasp with a disapproving shake of his head.

"Really, darling, sometimes I wonder if you have any sense at all," he muttered under his breath, though you could hear the underlying affection in his tone.

Before you could protest, he reached out and gently tilted your chin up, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"If you insist on putting something in your mouth," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper, "you might as well make it something worth your while."

And with that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that sent sparks flying through your veins. You melted into his embrace, letting out a soft moan as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer.

When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless and dazed, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks as you met his smoldering gaze.

"Better?" he asked, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you basked in the afterglow of his kiss.

"Good boy," he murmured, pressing another kiss to your forehead before pulling away and disappearing into the depths of the penthouse once more.

As you sat there, still reeling from the intensity of the moment, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Despite his overprotective nature and his tendency to scold you like a wayward child, there was no denying the undeniable spark between you and Lucifer. And as long as he was there to keep you in line (and shower you with kisses), you wouldn't have it any other way.

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alessabriel · 1 day

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𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇

Chapter 1 ⭐️

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Helping Angel from getting a beating to entering a hotel and meeting someone who you will become close with.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: bad choking, bad word, idk what else. If there’s something else please let me know.

Note: I will post for this one every Saturday. I’m not so sure how I did. I tried though.😭

MDI

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You were getting ready for the next shoot today after days of shooting, wondering when Valentino would let you rest. “Hey are you ready yet,” Valentino's angry voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Yes, I’m going” Frustrated, you confirmed that you were, putting on the last piece, a garter belt. Standing up and fixing yourself, you headed out.

As you stepped out, the bright lights of the set blinded you for a moment. Valentino was pacing back and forth.

“Finally,” he muttered as he saw you, but the edge in his voice softened when he took in your appearance. “You look… perfect.” Valentino shoots you a grin crossing his arms. “Alright then amorcito take a sit on the bed and get ready,”

You didn’t have the energy to respond with anything more than a nod. You made your way towards the heart shaped bed. The set was bustling with activity, everyone moving to the rhythm of a silent, urgent symphony. You took your place, the camera lens focusing on you.

On your left, a door swung open and out stepped Angel, donning a garter belt as well. As you positioned yourself, a demon stood beside you, patiently waiting. Meanwhile, another demon eagerly awaited Angel's next move.

As Angel neared, Valentino rose from his seat, reaching out to grasp Angel's neck and lift him high. With a surge of urgency, you leaped from the bed, shouting, "Let him go, pay attention to me!" Seizing Valentino's arm, you tried to pry him away from Angel's neck.

Valentino's grip on Angel tightened, his eyes blazing with an anger that seemed to consume him. You could see the confusion and fear in Angel's eyes, a plea for help that was silent but loud in its desperation.

Baffled by Valentino's actions, you sensed his longstanding anger towards Angel. "Where have you been, you insolent brat," Val's words lashed out as his other hand shoved you to the ground. Undeterred, you rose to your feet once more, pleading, "Val, I need your assistance, please."

For a moment, Valentino's eyes flickered towards you a look of surprise and confusion. “What do you need now you bitch,” his words came out with a hint of venom. “I - I need you to come here with me, I have to show you something,” you stammered, approaching him cautiously swaying your hips. Slowly, the pressure around Angel's neck lessened. Angel gasped for air, collapsing to the ground as Valentino released him completely.

A sinister grin played on Valentino's lips, intrigued by your cryptic request. With his focus now on you, Val advanced and seized your face with two hands while securing your hips with the other two. As you gazed past him, you witnessed Angel on the floor, struggling for breath, sitting up coughing and rubbing his neck. His eyes wide with a mix of gratitude and confusion.

Valentino's voice jolted you back to attention as he demanded, “What are you looking at?”Startled, you turned your focus back to him, "Nothing," gently placing your hand on Valentino's that rested on your cheek, offering a forced smile. Though fear gripped you, you refused to let it show. Angel watched as you reached out to Val.

“Let’s continue the shoot shall we?,”you whispered softly. "Very well, let’s continue," Valentino responded, clapping his hands to signal the team to resume their tasks. You were relieved that he had listened to you. You guess it was because he was desperate to finish this shoot.

Valentino had a vision, and he expected nothing but perfection from you. The pressure was on as you settled into your first pose, feeling the heat of the lights beating down on your skin. The demon beside you adjusted your position, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

The shoot seemed to drag on for hours, each moment filled with tension and anticipation. Valentino was a perfectionist, and he didn't settle for anything less than flawless. Sweat trickled down your back as you pushed your body to its limits, contorting and twisting in ways you never thought possible.

As the shoot finally came to an end, you collapsed onto the bed, your body aching and exhausted. Valentino's voice cut through the silence, his tone approving but demanding more. You knew there would be no rest for the wicked, especially not when Valentino was involved.

The studio lights dimmed, signaling the end of a grueling day. The air was thick with the scent of hard work and the faintest hint of satisfaction from Valentino's rare nod of approval. You lay there on the bed, every muscle crying out for reprieve.

Valentino's shadow loomed over you, his figure outlined by the backlight. "You did well today amorcito," the term of endearment rolling off his tongue with a familiarity that belied the tension between you. "But we both know you can do even better,” His grin didn't reach his eyes, and it was clear that his praise was a double-edged sword.

You met his gaze, your own eyes heavy with exhaustion. Words were unnecessary; your silence spoke volumes. The last thing you wanted was his proximity, his presence a reminder of the power he wielded.

Val turned around and left. You were left alone on the bed, the imprint of the day's events heavy in the air. But you wouldn't allow the weight to pin you down. With a strength born of necessity, you pushed yourself off the bed and moved towards the sanctuary of your room. Each step was a small victory, a defiance of the control he sought to maintain.

Valentino's softness was a facade, a manipulation you had come to recognize all too well. You knew better than to let your guard down, to mistake his gentleness for kindness. In this dance of shadows and light, you had learned to navigate the treacherous waters of Valentino's moods.

As you closed the door behind you, the click of the latch was a temporary barrier, a momentary breath of safety in a world where you had to be ever vigilant.

The room was your sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the outside world couldn't reach you. As you sat at the vanity, the layers of the day's persona fell away with each piece of makeup you removed. The knock on the door was soft, almost hesitant, but it shattered the solitude you were clinging to.

Angel's figure filled the doorway, his posture uncharacteristically subdued. "Hey toots," he murmured, a term of endearment that felt out of place in the silence of the room.

You glanced past him, ensuring the coast was clear, before stepping aside to let him in. The click of the door shutting behind him was a definitive sound, a full stop to the day's sentence.

"I just came to say thank you for earlier," his voice tinged with a nervousness that didn't quite match the cocky persona he projected on set. His hand went to the back of his neck, a self-soothing gesture that spoke volumes.

"Sure no problem, anytime," you responded with a wink, injecting a bit of levity into the moment.

“Hey, do ya want to come with me somewhere?”the prospect of an escape from the day's drama was like a breath of fresh air. Angel's invitation was a welcome distraction, a chance to step out of the role you had been playing and just be yourself for a while.

"Where?" your curiosity piqued.

"To the hotel. I want to introduce ya to some of my friends," his cheerfulness infectious. It was clear he was looking forward to the evening as much as you were. The idea of meeting new people, experiencing something different, was enticing.

"Sure why not! But first, let me change and put something more decent," the excitement bubbling up inside you. The thought of getting out, even if just for a few hours, was exhilarating.

As Angel waited patiently, you rifled through your wardrobe, selecting something that was comfortable yet chic. Tonight was about unwinding, about finding a moment of normalcy in the whirlwind of your profession.

Dressed and ready, you glanced at Angel, who gave you an approving nod. "Let's go," he smiled, and you couldn't help but return it.

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Also I sometimes tend to make minor changes to the chapters.

Thank you! For reading I hope you enjoyed it.⭐️

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alessabriel · 1 day

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Pov: The Hazbin residents playing Uno

Y/N: "Skip!" *Places down skip next person card*

Lucifer: "I swear, the next time you skip me, I am going to FUCK YOU"

Charlie, quite embarrased: "Again, it's 'fuck you up, Dad"

Lucifer: "I know what I said"

Everyone else at the table:

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alessabriel · 2 days

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Home [21] - Visitor [8]

Imagine: Them watching you do/watch sports

Male reader insert Warning* language, suggestive scenes

Characters: Adam, Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, and Val

Adam

Adam never was into sports. Sure he had watched some games here and there but he wasn't interested in it. Then you came into his life where football became a huge talk topic between you two. Like his concerts but this is your thing. As a supportive boyfriend, he attends to your games like how you attend his concerts.

Except, he'll support in his own special way and he's going to have fun. He'll have banners of your teams' logo, face paint in a unique rock style form, a blow horn that he'll blow every time your team has made a touch down and a jersey of your number plastered on (which he lifts, 'Suck it' is written on his stomach with an arrow pointing down at his dick every time he's on the big screen).

His sighs, tossing the now empty thin cardboard plate to the empty seat next to him. The cheese of the nachos that he ate stains his jersey which he just tries to dab away before the smell of hotdogs lifts his attention to the guy who is selling them.

"One hotdog here! With everything!" He calls out to the guy who nods and makes his way towards him. He pats down his pants to locate his wallet and thankfully he found it right before the guy reaches towards him.

"Here you go- hey, wait a minute. You're the person who is dating number (#)?" The guy questions which Adam smugly smirks at getting recognized as being the person who's dating one of the best running back player on the field.

"Yup." He pops the 'p'.

"Been dating him for a year now and since then, he always made a touchdown." He proudly announces even though it's not a true statement.

There were times where you're tackled down and end up losing but the majority of the time, what people has been focused on, was how much a better player you've been once you started dating Adam. He's your breakout is what your team teases about you.

Getting the hotdog, Adam sits back down, returning his attention to the field. Taking a big bite of the delicious greasy food, he watches as you quickly zag your way to the touchdown only to get bulldozed down by a guy at least twice your height.

Adam jumps up ready to release angry shouts only to choke on the food that was in his mouth.

Alastor

Alastor has seen some games here and there, just watching along while getting the gossip of men around him. That was the only reason he would watch, until he met you.

You're such a big fan of soccer. Always getting easily distracted by the sport on tv when passing by Vox's tv displays. He'll have to drag you away while you whine and pull from the firm grasp around your shoulder.

"Oh Alastor, that man will walk on broken glass if you demanded it. Why not let him do something he likes for a change?" Rosie gestures to you, who was straining a smile as you talk to a group of men in cannibal town.

Fine, Alastor will compromise. He'll let you watch soccer when it was in season, without disturbance nor making the old telly go staticky. A treat, he'll say.

So when the time came, you prepared snacks and drinks, wearing your jersey and some face paint. As much as you looked ridiculous, the softer spot inside Alastor was satisfied with making you happy.

After a few game nights passed, you begged Alastor to watch one game with you. Even putting in that you'll let him dress you how he wants for a whole month.

As tempting as it was, Alastor refused. Not wanting to waist time by watching from the old picture box to see if the men kicked a ball to victory.

Thankfully, Rosie had your back.

"Oh? Well, remember that time when we went out to the buffet with my late husband? (M/n) didn’t want to go, didn't have to but guess what? He did, as a gentleman. Not complaining nor squeamish at the way we ate all those sinners. As your partner, he went along to experience something you like. Why not do the same?"

So, here he sat next to you, the box displaying the game.

"Go for it! Go for it!"

His eye twitches as you jerk forward, watching intensely as the player runs.

Alastor sighs, picking up the cup of tea that he made for himself, taking a sip-

"WHAT THE FUCK!? HE PUT HIS HANDS ON HIM!"

Alastor side eyes you, eye twitching as you continue to curse out loud as if they can hear you.

'This is going to be a long season.' He slouches slightly in his seat.

Lucifer

Lucifer has never kept up with sports. It wasn't something he was interested in, not even when the sinners made a big deal about it at days.

But his curiosity had peaked when you would show him clips of a baseball game while babbling about whatever is happening.

It wasn't really the game he was curious about, it was how you would get so into it.

Asking opinions that you'll just answer them yourself. Collecting a lot of baseball cards only to stash them away in a protective glass case along with figurines, jerseys, baseballs and all of that. He can't keep track on the things you'll bring home.

It wasn't until he saw a billboard about there being a game near that you were just like him. Instead of ducks it was baseball.

If he ever got a chance to see a duck again he would be over the moon, with that thought, he bought you two tickets with the best seats.

A great decision as he sees you look around in awe, getting so hyper focus on the game when it started that you ignored him.

It was fine, he was prepared for this. He got up...and left.

Not from the stadium, just aimlessly walking around. Buying food for you and himself, stopping by the merchandise store, and just randomly walking up and down the many stairs.

When he gets back, he makes sure you eat something before zoning out for a little bit, watching the players do what they're supposed to do.

He wasn't interested, not really knowing what's going on. But from what he learned, if you hit the ball it wasn't a strike...he thinks.

He snaps out of it when an urge to do something again gets him on his feet only to remember about the bag you brought.

"This is for you. I know you're not interested in the game so I brought some stuff to keep you entertained."

He opens the bag to see many little items that will definitely keep him entertained. He is going to take you out on another game for this.

He smiles softly at you when you cheered.

You are truly amazing.

Vox

When he started dating you, it was very clear that you love hockey. You brought it up on your first date, stating clearly that it's one thing you can't miss watching.

Vox took it to heart.

With a lot of scheduling meetings and a little hypnosis, he was sponsoring your favorite team (In the near future, he'll gift you the company once your married).

All games, he'll get you both best seats on the house.

At first, he didn't get the game so he'll search up all the rules not wanting to make a fool of himself. But if he still doesn't understand, he'll only ask once. Won't ask the same question.

He also has tabs of your favorite players on his phone. He doesn't want to mixed them up accidentally.

Most times when nothing really good is happening, he'll step out to make calls and check on his own company.

All in all, he'll get really into it, especially when a brawl starts up. He's actually louder than you, encouraging the fight and smack talking the other team. Actually, you had to back up your man when another fan going for the other team starts something with Vox.

Once the game is over, he'll suprise you by taking you to the back. The team that you follow on every social media platform is now infront of you.

Before you can run off and meet all the players, you hug Vox tightly and kiss him with so much passion.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're the best boyfriend ever."

Vox watches on, electricity zapping up his antennas' as he saves the audio of you saying that. He'll replay it once he's alone.

Val

He found out you did sports was when you came out of the bedroom with your uniform on.

At first, he thought you wore those for him. You know, role-playing type of thing. But when you completely ignored his advances, he made a big deal of how your just giving him blue balls at this point. That was when you told him you played volleyball.

It piqued his interest, not the sport but on the many players that will dress in those small tight shorts and sweating through the thin layer of sleeveless shirts.

He'll go to your games at random times. Either for inspiration for a new sports porno or just to mess with you backstage. There were many times you two almost got caught in the locker room that at this point, a small group of your team already knew where you were if you were missing.

This time, after a good blowie, Valentino watches your game. Relaxing back as he runs his eyes over your form. He didn't have to be anywhere at this time so why not enjoy the view. Planning to convince you to do a little role play of being a bad player getting punishment from the coach.

That reminds him, he needed to buy the uniform pronto. Taking out his phone, he sends a text to Velvet-

He quickly looks up when the sound of a loud smack and gasps filled the room. Apparently, someone from your team has spiked the ball down on one of the opponents' face.

Disappointment passes through him that he didn't get the chance to see it until the opponents cross the barrier of the net.

He perks up quickly, a smirk crosses his features as a fight breaks out.

"Don't get your pretty face messed up!" He yells out, blowing out smoke as arousal shimmers inside him.

'Yup, a punishment is in order.'

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*Before the creation of Hell*

Sera: So what did you get Deadpool!Reader for their birthday?

Elder Angel: I got them a kitten

Young Emily: Really? Me too!

Michael: I also got them a cat.

Sera: Looks like we all had the same idea

God: *sigh* [Looks at Lucifer] Please tell me you got them something other than a cat.

Lucifer: I got them a kitten...

[Cut to Reader staring blankly as they are surrounded by cats]

Reader: *Inhales* THIS IS BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!

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alessabriel · 2 days

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PRECIOUS

SMALL LIL’ ANGST—>FLUFF FIC

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PAIRINGS: Alastor x Reader

SUMMARY: You and Alastor get into a fight because you’re just worried he got hurt after a fight with Vox. He snaps at you and…well, you isolate yourself. whoopsies!

WARNINGS: Emotional abuse, Toxic relationship dynamics (but they both love each other dw), Intense emotional distress, Language, Potential Triggers, Donestic conflict. (MAJOR FLUFF AT THE END THOUGH!!! ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP!!!) They were a couple alive too if you don’t mind idk i suck at writing- USAGE OF Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT AHHH- Lmk if i missed anything :3

NOTICE: please don't steal/copy/translate my work. But thanks for liking it, though!! ^^

WORDS: 1.7k

Enjoy!!~

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“Alastor, are you serious?!” You yelled as Alastor started to walk away from you, mid conversation.

Alastor had just gotten into a big fight with Vox, luckily survived, though. The frustrating part is, he won’t even let you heal him. Or know what the battle was even about?!

Which made you really, really paranoid.

“Alastor, don’t walk away from me, that’s rude.” You caught up with him and began to match his pace and he walked to the halls of the hotel to lucifer knows where. “We need to talk about this.” You say firmly. “I’m going to find out one way or another.” You add, raising your voice slightly.

Alastor stopped walking and turned around to face you. He was looking down at you, which always made you feel so small. Even if he wasn’t actually looking at you, you could still feel it.

“Well, then.” His voice was calm, but a hint of annoyance was there. “Aren’t you just invested in my little public hiccup.”He crossed his arms, waiting for your response.

“Yes I am. And I think we should talk about it, instead of you getting defensive.” You looked him dead in the eye and kept talking. “And why you didn’t tell me.” Your voice went quieter again.

Alastor hid a chuckle, “I thought you would care more about me surviving, than knowing how many lives I took today.” He raised his eyebrow, mocking you. “Or maybe, I don’t want to share this kind of information with someone who will judge me for it.” He was now fully annoyed by you.

You stepped closer to him, trying to keep him from leaving again. “Alastor, please stop. I’m just trying to help. I don’t…” You trailed off nervously. “I don’t want us fighting.”

Alastor smirked at you, “Oh, don’t worry love. We aren’t fighting. Yet.” His tone was harsh and he leaned down to look you in the eyes. “But I will if you continue to harass me about this.”

You felt yourself start to panic, but tried your best to hide it. “I’m sorry Alastor, I just…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, as he interrupted you.

“No. Don’t ‘just’ anything. You know I hate that word.” He said with a cold smile. “Now leave me alone before I get upset with you.”

“…You know,” You began, standing in your place as Alastor walked away, “You should at least act like you care about my opinion, maybe act like a husband, as well.” You snapped back, but in a more calm, collected tone. (minus the shakiness in your voice.)

“That’s rich coming from you.” Alastor snapped back, turning around to face you again. “What did I ever do to deserve such a self-righteous wife?” He raised his voice a bit, but not enough for others to hear. “How dare you assume things about me without even asking. How dare you come here and make demands of me. How dare you try to control me.” He continued yelling, walking towards you. “You have no right to tell me what to do! I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

“I’m not trying to control you. I’m just saying, maybe you could at least consider what I have to say sometimes…” You tried to say bravely, but failed at the end. You felt so small. So insignificant.

You felt like nothing.

Alastor was now right in front of you, towering above you. His height and stature were intimidating, but his voice was worse. It was rough and demanding, making you feel like you weren’t worth anything. “You are nothing, nothing compared to me.” He sneered. “I don’t give a damn about what you think. What you say. What you do. You’re just a pathetic little sinner who has no idea what real power feels like. You’re not worthy of my time. You’re not worthy of my attention. You’re not worthy of my love.” He spat out the last word like it tasted sour in his mouth.

His words were cutting through your heart, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You dashed away to the nearest staircase, needing to get to your office. Your only safe space.

***

It has been about a week now since the fight you and Alastor had.

It had also been a week since you came out of your office.

You didn’t really leave your office because, one, it had a fridge of food and other things. Two, you had a makeshift bed with the couch. And three, why would you even go out there?

Only problem is, you’ve cried everyday, and that made you feel like complete imp-shit.

You really wanted to see Alastor, but you knew it wouldn’t end well.

You also didn’t want to be around anyone else, either.

***

Alastor was a gentleman to all women who deserved so.

An example he would give you is Rosie. He’s a gentleman to her because she’s nice to him and has manners. She deserves it.

But, if he was near Velvette, he would call her cruel names and shred all her ‘designer masterpieces’.

But, now he was confused.

What happened with Y/N?

He had never fought like that with her before no, usually she would be next to him in bed right now.

He was starting to miss her.

…he needed to give her an apology.

But he knew he wasn’t good with words.

So, he brainstormed.

“I could probably give her a heart…” He thought, stepping out of bed and pondering for a moment, “…no, no….maybe…some flowers?…” he looked over to his bayou. “…Allergies.”

He slumped onto his armchair and looked around his room for any ideas at all.

“…maybe some candy? No.” He thought, “She doesn’t eat much sweets.”

He sat there for a while longer, thinking.

Then it hit him.

***

You heard footsteps outside your door, and immediately froze. You looked around your room for any escape route, and found none. You decided to sit back down on your couch, and began to wait for whoever was there to leave.

The footsteps stopped outside your door, and a knock sounded out. “Y/N, open the door.” Alastor’s voice was stern and commanding. “I know you’re in there.” He added.

You opened the door slowly, and peeked out to see who it was.

“Hello, darling.” Alastor said with a warm smile. “Can I come in?”

You just stared at him, saying nothing

‘fuck’, he thought, ‘i caused this.”

“Y/N, I just want to apologize.” He finally said, breaking the silence. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was wrong.”

“…you don’t mean that.” You replied, still not moving.

“I do mean it, darling. Please jsut…let me in.” Alastor said sincerely, taking a step forward.

You hesitated for a moment, then moved aside to let him in. He closed the door behind him and stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, unsure of what to do or say next.

Then, your eyes wandered to the large picture album he was holding to his side.

“Alastor…what’s that?” You asked, taking a step back cautiously.

“…it’s our picture album.” He looked at you, remaining calm. “…from…when we were alive. You know, with all those crappy photos.” He smiled softly.

You looked up at him, “…I’m scared.”

Alastor knew exactly why, as well.

He sighed, “I promise…I will keep myself contained if i ever, ever lash out like that… ever again.” He claimed, tears building up in his eyes.

“What i said back there was not true at all. You are everything to me, you are worth so much, and most of all, I love you.” He dropped the book to the floor and held out his arms to hug you.

You didn’t move, “…I don’t want to be here…” You said, letting a tear fall.

He nodded, ��That’s okay, dear, let’s go to our room, okay?” He reassured, picking the book back up and holding you tight to his waist as the shadows consumed you both, talking you to his room.

***

You and Alastor missed this.

Limbs tangled together in bed, holding each other close, breathing in each other’s scents, you wish you had this sooner.

Alastor flipped a page of the album, “Oh look,” He noticed, pointing his claws to the first picture in the album, “It’s our cat, oh, what was his name again?” He asked, looking at you.

You were still crying.

He took a deep breath, “Y/n,” he exhaled, “It’s okay, dear…please don’t think about it.”

You looked at him, “w-what?” you said, wiping your cheek.

He ran a claw through your hair, “Nothing.” He said, smiling softly.

You put your head on his shoulder, “Okay,” you mumbled into his chest, closing your eyes and enjoying his scent.

He stroked your hair, “Do you remember our wedding day?” He asked.

You shook your head, “…no, I don’t…it was too long ago…” you said, sniffling.

He kissed the top of your head, “That’s alright, sweetheart, we have plenty of time to talk about it.” He assured you, pulling you closer to him.

You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. You felt safe in his arms. Safe and loved.

Alastor flipped the pages until he found the wedding pictures, “Oh, here we are. Look, see how my mother walked you through the aisle?” He rubbed the picture with his thumb, rethinking back the memory.

“…yeah…I remember now…” You snuggled closer into him, trying to control your ragged breathing.

“…just breathe daring.” He reminded you, “Look here, you see how much you’ve changed?” He laughed softly, flipping another page, “See here? Here you are at our anniversary dinner, you wore that beautiful dress that made your legs look amazing.” He blushed lightly, “I remember you told me I was the only one allowed to see it.”

You giggled, “…that was a joke, silly.” You said, opening your eyes and smiling up at him.

“Ah, yes, I know.” He smiled back,

“…You’re so precious to me, y’know that?” He said, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

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NOTES: Idk what i was thinking when i made this fic erm…! Idk I’ve been going thru some shit rn but I’ve gotta impress the community because the notes/likes/comments/reblogs on my posts aren’t doing to good rn!! Oh no!!! (that is a sign from my greedy ass) And i just started a multi-chapter fic so like idk why i’m typing this- support is appreciated. BAI!!![![![11!

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To a Man's Heart (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce keeps forgetting to eat.

Warnings: None unless food counts

Request?: No

A/N: It turns out that I don't like to describe people eating.

Y/N and Bruce had been together for so long that they knew each other inside and out. Every little habit and quirk was accounted for and as soon as something was off, they knew something was wrong.

But there was one thing that Y/N just could not fully understand: how it was possible for Bruce, one of the most ripped and athletic men she’d ever met, to go without food for so long. She’d known guys who played sports in high school who never stopped eating, but there were times when she’d seen Bruce eat three bites of a sandwich in an entire day before heading out on patrol.

It was roughly 8pm when Y/N descended the steps into the Cave, her slippered feet softly clanking against the steel. Bruce had told her earlier that day that he wasn’t planning to go out on patrol and had sent the boys instead, but she still didn’t expect to find him at the computer in deep concentration. She almost hoped that he wouldn’t notice her almost creeping up behind him, but of course nothing got past Bruce, even without all of his detective equipment.

“What’re you doing down here?” he asked as he turned around in his chair to see her.

“Just checking up on you,” she said as she made her way across to him. “I know you’re usually quiet but I never heard from you all night.”

He smiled warmly and held his arms out to her so she could climb into his lap. “Sorry, I’ve just been so engrossed in this case I forgot to go back upstairs.”

Y/N let herself be pulled into his warm chest and rested her cheek on his shoulder, not realising how much she’d missed his touch after not seeing him all day. He wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her arms and shoulders. She felt like she was just about to drift off to sleep when a low growling sound snapped her out of her daze.

Not again.

“Bruce, when was the last time you ate something?” she asked as she pulled herself up to look at him.

“What?” Bruce asked, as if it was a ridiculous thing for her to ask him.

“When was the last time you ate something?” she asked again, slower.

He was quiet for a second, the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to remember. “Maybe around noon? I’ve spent more time working than thinking about food, Y/N.”

Y/N let go of him and stood up before grabbing his hands and tugging on them. “C’mon, we’re gonna get you something to eat,” she said. She could feel him trying to resist, but he knew better than to try to stop her from getting him to take care of him.

Bruce let her pull him to his feet, his joints stretching out from sitting down for so long, and followed her back up the stairs to the Manor. The warmth of the study hit both as soon as the hidden door slid open and light from the sun filtered into the doorway. Even though it was only 8 ‘o clock, it was still light out and birds were singing outside.

After spending all day underground in the Cave, Bruce welcomed the quiet of the Manor and could feel himself relaxing with each step they both took through the study. The hum of electronics slowly faded out of earshot as they made their way out of the study and towards the kitchen, their footsteps echoing around them.

Once they’d reached the kitchen, Y/N guided Bruce to sit at the table before going to the fridge and opening it.

“What’re you in the mood for?” she asked as she studied the fridge’s contents.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having,” he said and got up to stand behind her. “You know I’m not picky.”

“Bruce, I already had dinner.”

The fridge was relatively bare, considering that it was the day before she and Alfred did the grocery shopping and they had a full house of vigilantes to feed. Y/N’s eyes finally landed on an almost empty pack of bacon, along with some leftover lettuce and tomatoes.

“I could make you a BLT,” she offered, looking over her shoulder at Bruce.

He leaned down to softly kiss the top of her head. “BLT sounds wonderful,” he said.

Even though she usually insisted that Bruce not help her in the kitchen, Y/N let him slice the tomatoes and lettuce for her while she cooked the bacon. She knew Alfred wouldn’t be happy if there was a small kitchen fire and she wasn’t willing to take the chance. Thankfully, he’d managed to do it without cutting himself or making too much of a mess.

Clearly some of his swordsmanship translates to the kitchen, Y/N thought as she assembled the sandwich and plated up. They sat side-by-side at the table, and as soon as Y/N gave Bruce his plate, he took one half of the sandwich and handed the other half to her.

“No, Bruce, it’s yours,” she said as she tried to push his hand away.

“You should eat something too,” he said before taking a bite of his half.

“I already ate, you have it.”

He shrugged and continued to eat, almost wolfing the sandwich down. Obviously he was hungrier than he’d thought before.

“Is it okay?” Y/N asked. “I know I’m not as good a cook as Alfred is.”

“It’s delicious,” Bruce said, giving her a warm smile. “You are a good cook, miles better than I could ever be.”

“It’s just a sandwich Bruce,” she said bashfully, “how hard can it be to get right?”

“Trust me, I would know,” he said through his last bite. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s kind of my job to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“Well, I’d say you’re doing a great job,” Bruce said as he stood up to put his plate in the sink. “What would I do without you?”

“Same as you did before, leave whatever Alfred makes you go cold.”

Bruce laughed and came back to the table to gather Y/N in his arms.

“See, this is why I married you,” he said as he gently pulled her to stand. “You make me food, and you make me laugh.”

Y/N returned his hug and buried her face in his chest, breathing in his scent and letting him take over her senses.

“You’ve been sitting at that computer all day,” she said when she lifted her head up. “You needed a break.”

He hummed in agreement. “I think I’m gonna call it a day,” he said. “This case isn’t that urgent and the boys are dealing with patrol.”

“Does that mean you’ll come watch a movie with me?” Y/N asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Bruce smiled and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. “Yes it does,” he said. “Just don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you.”

Y/N let go of him and took his hand again to lead him to the living room. “I don’t mind if you fall asleep, at least I get to spend some time with you.”

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alessabriel · 2 days

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Hi I just wanted to share one of my favorite DILF Bruce Wayne images drawn by Greg Capullo

Hi! I'd be his controversially young gf. okay. that's it. thank you for sharing!! also love the squirtle pfp.

@nupppuff

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alessabriel · 2 days

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could you write a degradation dirty talk type bruce!! i imagine him to have the BEST dirty talk

oh, anon, he has the best dirty talk.

bruce is experienced, mature and i can tell he knows how to treat a woman.

warnings ! — SMUT, headcanons, fem!reader, husband!bruce wayne, dirty talk, cunnilingus, maledom, praise, compliments

summary ? — bruce has the best dirty talk.

౿ . . ` ౨ৎ ENJOY 🦇

husband!bruce wayne, who knows what his words do to you and uses them skillfully.

husband!bruce wayne, who only needs to open his mouth and talk to make you wet.

husband!bruce wayne, who massages your clit through the fabric of your underwear and whispers “so wet for me, yes? yes, princess, just for me?”

husband!bruce wayne, who will occasionally take a break from your clit just to talk; sure, he doesn't look like the kind of man who would be distracted by conversation in the middle of his favorite business, but my god, your face when you moan disappointedly is worth it, “are you okay, love? should i stop?” and he says it all with a satisfied soft smile, as if he doesn't realize at all what a mess you're becoming after him.

husband!bruce wayne, who's just admiring you and the way you're watching his movements. “that's it, love. my wife is so delicious,” he straddles your thighs and spreads them a little wider, not forgetting to look you straight in the eyes, “i could stay between those thighs all day. you're so beautiful from this angle,” he's so good with his words that you want to cum right now.

husband!bruce wayne, who knows where to push and where to kiss; with each movement of his tongue, your legs tense up more and more, and your hands reach for his hair, pulling him closer, closer, closer...

“so impatient,” bruce continues to murmur, “let me enjoy, princess, don't be so unfair,” he leaves a kiss on your clit, making you clench around his fingers. you lean back and try to relax, but it's almost impossible when the rough pads of his fingers press against the tender walls, “good girl,” he whispers and still continues to suck on your clit, “look at you. so beautiful when you cum.”

husband!bruce wayne, who fucks you so deep and slow that with each thrust you seem to see stars. “you were enthusiastic when we started,” bruce pulls back your hair a little, leaning over and whispering right into your lips, “look at you. cumming on my cock for the second time,” he speeds up a little as his fingers find your clit; it takes you a couple seconds to cum again, “good girl, so good.”

husband!bruce wayne, who continues to whisper short “my beautiful girl”, “that big cock makes you cum again, doesn't it, love?” and “you're so fucking tight”.

husband!bruce wayne, who wants another orgasm from you. he wants to empty you; to fuck your brain, to make you forget everything that might be in your pretty head. he pushes deep into you, unbearably slow and sensual, so that you want to scream out how good it feels, ”are you okay, my love?” bruce strokes your hair, twisting a strand on his finger as you mutter positively in response, “great, because i’m not going to stop until i fill you with my cum.” ୨♡୧

sorry for delay ! still having a little rest :)

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alessabriel · 11 days

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i was wondering if u could write some hcs ab azrael praising reader during sex or just azrael w a praise kink in general? feel free to ignore i just love ur az fics!!!

Of course! Glad you love how I write him! :D

Minors DNI!

☠️ Fun fact, he's the LEAST Kinkiest Archangel!(The title of kinkiest goes to Michae-)

☠️ That being said, he's definitely one to whisper in your ear how good you're doing, how well you're taking his dick, how much he loves how small you feel around him(he isn't small-), ect.

☠️ If you moan out his name, he'll praise you for that too, saying "My name sounds so sweet on your lips, baby...~ do it again, please...~"

☠️ He'll praise every. single. fucking. thing. you do.

☠️ If he notices you react more to one specific phrase for praise(say..."good girl/boy~"), he'll repeat it over. and over. and over.

☠️ He's not afraid to be "mean" with his praise, either. If you say you're insecure about something, he'll praise it until you either ask him to stop, or you agree with him.

☠️ All in all, if you love praise, this man'll make you a mess in seconds.

Hope ya enjoy! <3

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alessabriel · 11 days

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Hi I want to request reader (male) is so sweet and innocent that everyone is like how did you end up in hell and then reader goes on to tell the most horrific story on why there in hell (you don’t have to put a the story in if you don’t want) also if you want can you make reader and Alastor be together and then alastor like yep that’s my partner right there

Please and thank you

Title:

Fandom: hazbin hotel

Pairing: Alastor x reader

Warnings: male reader, dead orphans, mentions of murder and child and adult murder, fluff

Notes: I'm basing the reader off a Patreon fic I wrote also reader is shorter than Alastor in this because that gramophone mf is 7 ft

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The sound of slow jazz played over the radio as Alastor and (name) danced in their livingroom, Alastor moving (name) into the hotel after taking the role of hotel manager of sorts. Alastor hummed to the music as he swayed (name) around "truly.. just as beautiful as the day I lost you" he said longing to (name) who leaned up to kiss him "oh 'Al', you have such a way~" (name) cooed as the two danced lovingly.

(Name) Was his sun and moon, his everything...

He was perfect.

And that's why the others looked at him almost horrified, (name) the essence of the sweet 30's house husband who sat beside Alastor dutifully with a charming smile "so you two were together on earth?" Vaggie seemed in a state of disbelief as (name) nodded "he was the swellest guy in our town! Our first date was at an underground bar! Even snuck some wine!" (Name) Said happily as Alastor gave a smug smile at the others. (Name) Rattled on sweetly, innocence radiating off him and even his look screamed almost heavenly as the others looked so confused.

"How THE FUCK are you in hell, you're literally every perverts wet dream you're so innocent!" Angel dust said incredulously and (name) tilted his head "oh, well you see..." (Name) Rattled on in explicit detail about how he went on a war path in their town, killing everyone related to the death of his beloved before killing himself, a sweet smile plastered on his face "so many children became orphans that day!" (Name) Giggled sweetly as Alastor just looked love struck.

"Jesus fuck" husk said horrified as Charlie stared in a state of shock, clearly this one wasn't as innocent as he seemed "though the actual orphans burned to death in a fire" (name) continued as Alastor gently pinched his cheek teasingly.

Truly a match made in hell.

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alessabriel · 11 days

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Hallo :D I hope you're having a good day!

I would like to request male rockstar reader! I was imagining Mikey seems to be really distracted during a Toman meeting and at the end Takemitchy suggests to go see a friend of his that's in a band and will be performing for the first time.

Mikey declines before he can listen to Takemitchy and he rushes off. The rest of the members go together. They see the reader perform and after the show Takemitchy wants to introduce his friends and is surprised to see Mikey already there and maybe be kissing the reader and it's revealed that they're dating ヽ(*´з｀*)ﾉ

ᥫ᭡. 𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

MY ROCKSTAR, [NAME]

which, the reader is rockstar and mikey’s secret boyfriend !! Male!reader, establish relationship.

Mikey was distracted during the Toman meeting. He often forgot his words, his gaze was not precise. He seemed to be thinking of someone, but the Toman members weren't sure. who it was.

His moments were also hesitant. After about two hours of meeting, Mikey announced that they could all leave. He got off the podium, ready to leave, but the fake blond and also his friend, Takemichi called out to him.

"hey, mikey, do you want to see a my friend, he's a rockstar and--" mikey's firm voice interrupted him. "sorry i can't" he answered, with a smile across his lips. Takemichi didn't want to force him to come, but he only do this for his friend.

"It’s his first time performing and, the others already said yes—" Mikey’s reply was only a nod. He felt a bit of pity for his friend, but someone is first in a list of what he has to do. "I can’t, takemichu." He quickly apologized in his way, and he rush off, escaping Takemichi’s eyesight and the others. "what’s up with him ?" The taller among them mumbled, making the twin next to them shrug.

[Name] was in front of a crowd, he was embarrassed and anxious by just seeing the many people in front of him. He saw his friend, Takemichi, with people unrecognizable to him. The blond who was easy to see in the crowd smiles at him which gives you the courage to pick up his guitar and start singing, his songs.

After the concert, which lasted more than two hours. The concert was cool and fun to attend. Takemichi wanted to introduce his friends to [Name]. the group of friends waited patiently for their turn, but there was no sign of him.

Seeing that he had permission to enter backstage. They went backstage and saw a room, very well decorated and furnished.

they looked around before seeing [Name] and their captains kissing passionately. Takemichi felt like he was turning pale just looking at this. Draken, the vice captain, judged them with a side eye. Souya, the twin with blue hair, had his eyes wide with shock. Nahoya, the ginger, didn't know whether to laugh or be shocked. Baji's eyebrows furrowed, he was too stunned to speak.

[Name] was surprised, and grabbed Manjiro's shoulders and pulled him away from her lip. Mikey groaned, he hadn't noticed his friends presence before [Name] guarded him while being threatening. The blond, dressed in a black outfit that did not cover his shoulders, looked at the 'intruders' and waved to them.

"s-so, you’re both dating ?" The fake blond stuttered, sweat was falling from his forehead. their heads nodded, [name] was completely embarrassed while manjiro, known as mikey was delighted, but he found it a shame that their moment was interrupted. "You could have at least told me." The taller blond man grumbled as he sigh and looks away from them. "ken-chin!!" Mikey whine as ‘ken-chin’ tched at him. At least, now they now they’re in couple

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alessabriel · 11 days

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𝗜'𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀...

𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢 - 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡

Bonten!Manjiro sano x Male!Reader

𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗔: Dom!Male!Reader, degradación, estimulación, híbridos, NSFW en general.

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── ¿Sabes, lo que estamos haciendo es ilegal de varias maneras? ── Dijiste observando a tu jefe mientras te bajaba los pantalones junto con tu ropa interior.

── ¿Crees que me importa? Quiero que tengamos sexo y lo quiero ahora. ── Mikey exigió, empujándote en la cama antes de sentarse encima de ti, frotando tu erección semi dura entre su trasero.

Su pequeña y linda nariz se rascaba en el sentimiento, sus orejas de conejo flotando hacia arriba y hacia abajo, su pequeña cola meneando de emoción.

── Por lo menos consigue algo de lubricante. ── Su propia cola esponjosa se movía, el hormigueo que irradiaba de ustedes dos era inmenso.

── No lo necesito, ya me preparé antes. ── Antes de poder hablar sus palabras quedaron atrapadas en su garganta por como Manjiro se hundió en tu enorme miembro.

── Tienes que ser más paciente, Manjiro espera... ── La diferencia de tamaño entre ustedes dos fue humillante para el conejito más pequeño, que apenas podía bajar y ya se sentía tan lleno.

Tus manos se asentaron en la cadera del híbrido, manteniéndolo en su lugar y admirando su pequeño cuerpo en la parte superior del tuyo.

── ¡V-Vamos M-Muévete! ── El más pequeño soltaba gemidos, moviendo su cadera en círculos con la esperanza de conseguir que tu te muevas.

El chico agarró tus orejas de zorro, tirando y frotándolas. Gemidos vinieron de tu boca, la estimulación en sus oídos, las estocadas y el tocar tus orejas lo aún encendió aún mas. Tomas a Manjiro y lo das la vuelta, agarrando sus piernas y empujándolas hasta las orejas.

── He dicho paciencia. ── Bonitos gemidos brotaron de Manjiro, no siendo capaz de manejar tu brusco movimiento. Tomaste sus piernas, obligándolos a permanecer allí mismo antes de empezar a empujar en su pequeño agujero apretado.

── ¡A-ah~! ¡E-espera~! ── No estando preparado para tus duros golpes, Manjiro se quejó, queriendo que disminuyeras la velocidad.

Una sonrisa danzó en tus labios antes de que se incliné y besó al pobre conejito, el sonido de la piel golpeando contra la piel y los ruidos húmedos de tus besos llenaron toda la habitación.

Empujas tu lengua en su boca, inmediatamente tomando el control de la dominación, sin dejar siquiera un poco de espacio para la resistencia.

Las manos de Mikey apretaron tu espalda, aplastando las uñas en tu espalda en el proceso y apretando su miembro.

Sueltas varios gemidos, dejando ir su boca en el proceso. ── Siempre tan ansioso conejito, siempre tomando lo que te doy. ── Una de tus manos exploró su pecho, jugando con sus pezones.

── S-Siempre estoy ansioso por ti... ── Él gaseó, la sensación de tu mano en su pecho lo hizo débil.

── Hmh... creo que sólo debo mantenerte como mi pequeño conejo. ¿Qué piensas de eso, eh? ── Las embestidas se hacían aún más rápidas, dejando a Manjiro con la mente en blanco.

── ¡A-Ah~! ¡Sí! ── Él se quejó, arrojando la cabeza hacia atrás. Aprovechas esta oportunidad, marcando su bonita piel con todo tipo de besos húmedos.

── Más, por favor. ── Aceptas a sus súplicas, empezando a mover tus caderas más rápido y más duro que antes, cada vez que empujas adentro Manjiro temblaba con cada empuje, siendo empujado hacia arriba cada vez.

── ¡S-se siente tan bien! ¡Ni siquiera pienses en p-parar! ── Su mente solo pensaba en como lo penetrabas, estaba en las nubes en este momento por el placer que recibía por tu parte.

── Mmm.. p-por supuesto, Manjiro... ── El nombre se deslizó tan fácilmente de tus labios, con Manjiro buscando aire.

Lo observabas de cerca, mirando cada reacción que venía del muchacho y mirando la protuberancia prominente de tu miembro dentro de él. ── Mira eso, eres tan pequeño, ni siquiera puedo tomar mi polla bien. ── Tu mano dejó su pecho, presionando fuertemente sobre la protuberancia de su estómago.

── ¡A-Ah! ¡No puedo soportarlo! ── Ríes de sus patéticos gritos, sus ojos fueron a rodar por la parte posterior de la cabeza, él puede tomar todo, es un buen conejito, dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa por ti.

Fue muy divertido ver al jefe de Bonten deshacerse bajo tus órdenes.

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alessabriel · 27 days

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Alastor x male reader were male reader who is famous for being in musicals and just in general has a good singing voice:D

"I admire your talent, my dear." -- Alastor.

------- Summary: Alastor adores his musically talented husband, and makes sure to set the praise where it needs to be. Pairing: Alastor x MALE! Reader Warnings: Implied Stalking, Nothing too serious though. Short fic but enjoy! --------

Oh how he admired you. Ever since you made you entrance to hell, and my, what an entrance it was, Alastor had taken interest in you. You were clean, handsome, talented, and powerful. Truthfully, he had a lot of respect stored up for you. He never enjoyed the company of a man, and marrying one hadn't been his favorite fantasy, but you managed to make it tolerable for him. You stood there beside Nifty, cleaning what you could of what you called -- 'The Rancid Hotel'. Did he mention you were hilarious? You genuinely made him laugh! How riveting. Whatever you were singing, Nifty hadn't even tried to keep up with because she couldn't match up with your vocal range and talent. His ears picked up, twitching. He remembered the song you sang, it was on the picture show -- wasn't it? It was! Sometimes he would sit in his office with the radio on, listening to your voice spill in it's musical ways. He had always attended your shows and plays, sometimes you'd give him a preview of what songs you had to sing for your next performance. My my, was he blessed to be the first to hear you're voice hit a new note. "What a lovely tune you play, my dear." Alastor bent down on the table before him, the look of love and admiration in his eyes. M/n looked over with a hum, his eyes lidded and a wide smile on his face. "Why thank you, handsome." He said softly. Alastor smiled wider, his eyes squinting as he did so. Nifty giggled at the two, continuing to condemn her obsessive cleaning habits. "Oh, that reminds me," M/n began, Alastor hummed, awaiting for him to continue. "May I use your studio today? I have a show soon-" "-I'm aware." M/n gave his husband a questioning look. "I hadn't told you about it yet..?" He said, skeptical. Alastor's smile only widened, somehow. M/n sighed, rolling his eyes. "I told you to stop stalking my practices." The shorter male groaned. Alastor just simply shook his head. "You may use my studio, though." Alastor lifts a hand up to the ceiling as if to gesture to his studio. "Lovely." M/n smiles, lightly petting the top of Alastor's head before walking back over to Nifty and continue the work he had started with her, humming another tune he recognized. Ah, right. From your latest practice.

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