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bro i’m going absolutely INSANE over alastor 😻😻
so, how about when lucifer comes by the hotel, he subtly flirts w alastors girl. alastor is on the verge of going apeshit and almost leaves charlie fatherless.
instead of murdering anyone, he decides to take his frustrations out on his darling, leaving bite marks and hickies on spots just visible enough for lucifer to notice next time he comes by..
a/n: im OBSESSED 😍😍
alastor immediately recognized lucifer as competition on multiple fronts. obviously, the king of hell was a threat in terms of power level, and alastor hated that. but alastor also quickly hated how charming the devil was.
upon meeting you, lucifer takes your hand and bows, placing a kiss on your hand as well. alastor's eye twitches, watching someone else put their dirty little hands and mouth on what is his. "my, what a pleasure. you're helping charlie? that's lovely! means i'll get to be seeing you around more, huh? she didn't mention such a pretty little thing was her hotel manager." lucifer speaks to you, a cool smirk on his face. he's clearly interested in you, and while alastor can't blame the man, he's seething with rage. clearing his throat, alastor takes a step towards you and reaches a hand out to lucifer in an attempt to shift his attention.
"alastor." he speaks, barely containing the anger in his voice. "it truly is an honor to be meeting you, sir." you raise a brow at the tense interaction going on in front of you but pay it no mind. lucifer gives alastor a tight lipped smile and shakes his hand. "ah, you as well. charlie has talked about you." you notice the way alastor glares at lucifer, yet keeps a smile on his face the entire time. lucifer turns back to you, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back. "now how's about a tour, hm?" he leans into your ear to whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
behind you, alastor's horns grow and eyes redden, ready to risk it all in a fight with the devil and take out this whole god damned hotel if it meant lucifer never touched you again. "o-oh um, that's typically done by-" you start, but suddenly, charlie is running down the stairs with a panicked look on her face.
"heeyy dad! let's go this way, towards your room! it's late, you should rest." her smile is clearly fake, and you see her eyes dart from you to alastor and back to you. luckily, alastor reeled in his rage when the princess showed up and was back to his normal self on the surface. you can feel the energy coming from your partner, malicious intent painted all over his aura and you gulp. "al, c'mon... charlie's right."
alastor doesn't speak, but he follows you to your room for the night. the door is barely shut before alastor is lifting your legs and tossing you onto the bed. "care to explain why the fuck that little slimy king of hell was all over you?" he doesn't give you another moment to process before he's tugging your shirt over your head. "it's just harmless, al. you know i don't want anyone but you." you assure him, but alastor's teeth find your neck.
"i may trust you, darling, but i do not trust lucifer." his voice has a low growl to it that ignites your core. "but-" you gasp when alastor's mouth closes on the skin behind your ear, nipping it with sharp teeth. "no, because he and everyone in this place will know who you belong to." you shudder underneath of him, slight tinges of pain shooting down your spine at every nip and pull of your skin. alastor moves down your neck, leaving a trail of angry red and purple spots in his wake.
his tongue circles every bruise in an attempt to soothe your inflamed skin, but the marks just darken by the second. you hands dive into his hair, holding onto the silky strands. you feel alastor's body shudder as you circle the tufts of hair by his ears, making him press his hips to yours. "everyone in hell, my dear, is going to know that you're mine. not a single soul will ever try to touch you again." his breathing hitches, grinding his quickly hardening cock against your leg. you whimper when his teeth latch onto your collarbone, sucking hard and adding another welt to your skin.
"i want him to hear you." he hisses as he tugs your pants down over your ankles. its hasty, the way alastor frees his cock and pushes into your pussy, but you were more than ready for the intrusion. you cry out, suddenly being so, so full and alastor groans. "yes darling, just like that." your legs wrap around his waist, forcing every thrust just a little further until he's pounding at your cervix.
"d-don't stop sir." you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head while alastor's mouth latches onto the other side of your neck this time. "who do you being to?" he asks, hot breath fanning your skin. "y-you, alastor!" you whine, flexing your hips up to his in an attempt to build friction. "please, make me cum. only you feel so good." alastor peppers you in soft kisses now, ever grateful that you're willing to entertain the idea of letting lucifer know just who makes you feel like this.
alastor sneaks a hand between your bodies to rub skillful circles around your clit until your legs start shaking. "good, good girl. scream for me." he smirks when your tone shifts and he can tell by how tight you squeeze around his cock. "a-alastor fuck!" your body spasms, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you cum. alastor's orgasm follows shortly after, his teeth finding your skin once more as he spills deep inside of your pussy.
you have a brief moment of embarrassment when you think about just how loud you just were, your hand flying up to your mouth. alastor just laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. "don't panic, my sweet. i think this little display will prove quite effective in keeping lucifers grubby little hands off of you." alastor pulls out slowly and carries you to a nice warm shower before tucking you in for the night.
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"jesus christ, did you get into a fuckin' fight with a bear?" angel laughs when you walk into the kitchen the next morning. you were covered in hickeys all the way down your neck, and you were barely walking straight. lucifer refuses to make eye contact with you, especially after alastor walks into the room shortly after. "good morning everyone!" alastor chirps, smirking at lucifer who rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.
"well, there's the bear..." husk mutters, earning a cackle from angel.
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The Three Wise Monkeys by Stefan Schlautmann on Flickr.
Via Flickr:
The three wise monkeys are a pictorial maxim. Together they embody the proverbial principle “to see no evil, hear no evil, and to speak no evil”. The three monkeys are Mizaru (見猿), covering his eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru (聞か猿), covering his ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru (言わ猿), covering his mouth, who speaks no evil.
The source that popularized this pictorial maxim is a 17th century carving over a door of the famous Tōshō-gū shrine in Nikkō, Japan.
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Meghan Markle attending the first annual Royal Foundation Forum as an almost-member of the British Royal Family, and shining a light on a cause close to her heart.
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🌺send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going🌺
"Thank you very much, my dearest." Commodus blows a kiss. "I too think you're most wonderful, and I shall ask this to a few other blogs to keep this going."
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lucifer from hazbin hotel + overstimulation. im sorry the bow chika wow wow is not going out of my HEAD. PLEASE HELP
𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤!
𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲
Lucifers hands were all over you, gently kissing and nipping your skin from your neck down to your inner thigh. He nips at your ankles as he takes one leg to throw over his shoulder. It’s been a week since he’s seen you due to meetings all over hell.
So at times like this he loves to take his time and worship your body.
“So beautiful, you taste so sweet, my angel,” his voice smooth and like a song. His eyes are heavy, looking up at you through his lashes as he lowers himself and slowly dips his tongue into your pussy.
“Who knew I could miss my sweet girl so badly after one week?” His finger slides into you easily. Your slick and his spit taste like honey on his tongue.
You whine, humping softly into his touch. “Missed you so much.”
He enters another finger and begins to pump you at a good and deep pace. His eyes are fixated on your face, flushed and dewy. He adores you like this.
His tongue moves up to your clit, gently flicking and teasing as he pumps his fingers into you.
“Luci, please, I want more.”
“So needy for me, sweet baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Lucifer curls his fingers inside you and begins a faster pace. His mouth latching onto your clit, sucking softly. As you grind against his mouth, he doesn’t let up and moans.
And it feels fucking divine.
“Fuck-“ you gasp. Your fingers slide through his hair and press him deeper into you. “Feels so good, so good.” You babble.
“I feel you sucking in my fingers,” Lucifer moans against your clit, “I want you to come on my face okay baby? Can you do that?”
“Mhm-“ you whine, and he latches back on, sucking harder this time. This sets you off the edge. Your orgasm shutters through your whole body, your legs squeeze him into you more as your legs quiver. You cunt sucks him in so sweetly he gives a hum of appreciation.
But he doesn’t stop.
Lucifer is so addicted to your taste, his mouth now moving down to your opening, lapping up all your sweet juices as he still pumps his fingers into you.
“Oh, luci-“ you groan.
He pulls his fingers out of you to move them up to your clit. The soft pads of his fingers draw circles as his tongue works to clean up your mess.
Your cunt is so sensitive that- you want to pull away. You jerk your hips with every circle he does.
You gasp with every motion, and his eyes burn into yours. “Does that feel good baby? Giving you what you need?” He grins and places a kiss to your thigh. Sitting up now, he continues to rub your clit as you wiggle.
“Sensitive-“ you manage.
“Does it feel good?” The look on his face shows concern, but something.. else.
And it does feel good. But your body is jerking with his movements, your face is contorted with pleasure and slight pain. But it’s a good pain.
Lucifer has never seen the sight before. The sight of your contorted face flush with desire. Your hips jerk away but come right back. Your hands desperately grip the blankets on the bed as your toes curl.
“I think I’m going to cum again,”
Lucifer slides his free hand over his clothed cock, hard before, but now throbbing and burning. As he watches you, he begins to rub his cock through his pants.
His fingers work thoroughly to your clit, and you feel empty with nothing inside you, but it feels so-
Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your toes curl as your back arches off the bed. His eyes never leave yours as he watches in amazement.
“What a good sweet angel,” he coos, swallowing thickly.
You pant, your legs going limp.
“One more, yeah baby? Gimme one more?”
“I don’t think I ca-“
His clothed cock meets your pussy and he grinds down hard.
“Holy-“ you moan. Lucifer waits a moment, enthralled by your entirety. And to his surprise, you grind into him.
“I know you can baby, show me you can do it.” His voice soft and encouraging. His lips skimming up your neck and places a kiss under your ear. His tongue flicks out to lick at your earlobe, his hips humping down into you. His cock long and fucking hard, aching for you. But he wants to see you do this.
Tears fill the corners of your eyes. “Feels … so…”
Fucking good.
You want to say, but you can’t. Your mouth hangs open, your legs are jello and your hands now grip at his jacket. You’re holding on for dear life.
He picks up his pace, his jeans grinding into you. The fabric rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves and you fucking love it.
“M’gunna-“
“Yeah yeah baby, I got you, cum on me,” he bites at your chin. Sweat beads at his forehead. He wants to see you fall apart, he knows you’re sensitive, but he wants to see…
You yelp, furrowing you eyebrows, you close your eyes as your next orgasm hits you. Lucifer watches every second. To the way you swallow, to the way your forehead glistens. Your body shudders against him and he wants more.
“Such a good girl, so good for me,” he wipes your hair away from your face.
Lifting his body up, his hands slide all over your abdomen. One hand presses over your lower belly while the other works to free his cock.
“Baby,” he swallows, he eyes hungry and pleading, “give me one more yeah?”
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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲.
𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟏.𝟔𝐤
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 - 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚)
“Another cosmo, please."
It's late.
Soft music plays through the lobby as Husk quietly makes your second drink of the night. It was a long day, but it's the weekend. A drink after a hectic day never hurt anybody, right? Husk tried to get you to talk, but you just didn't want to. No offense to him- you just weren't in the mood. And he understood, he always does.
Movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention. The radio demon, quiet as ever, props his elbow over the counter. His red eyes scan over your body as Husk hands you your next drink.
"A whiskey, neat, if you don't mind."
Alcohol buzzes warmly down your throat as you take a sip. Your eyes watch Husk as he pours Alastor his drink and slides it across the bar to him.
"Tough day, my dear? I don't think I've seen you so gloomy." He slides over the bar stool to sit.
You shrug, "I don't really want to talk about it, Al."
He hums and takes a swig of his drink. He doesn't pester. He doesn't fill in the gaps of silence. He listens to the music with you on the opposite side of the bar. Husk is quiet too, polishing glasses as he nurses a drink.
You scroll through your phone to pass the time. The alcohol warms your body, giving you a relaxing buzz.
You're tired. Your body's heavy from the emotional weight of today. Everyone at the hotel now has become accustomed to each other, all knowing the limits of others' emotions. They're always there to talk, sure, but one look at your sunken face and tired eyes gives them a signal to leave you be in the silence.
But it's comforting, in a way.
Everyone besides Husk, Alastor and yourself have taken themselves to bed a while ago.
"You're not asleep, Al?" You ask. Husk, you already know, is usually up this late anyways. But you've never seen Alastor hang around more than needed, especially this late. But come to think about it, you're not usually up having a drink at the bar in the early hours of the morning either.
"I don't sleep much, my dear." He finishes his last sip of whiskey then Husk tops it off.
Oh.
A familiar song begins to play over the radio. The beautiful acoustic guitar prickles your senses. You hum along softly, tapping your finger onto the glass stem of your drink.
Alastor takes a swift drink before he's by your side.
"May I have this dance, sweetheart?" He extends his hand, waiting patiently. A sincere grin is painted across his face, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.
You blink at him.
He shrugs, "I do admit this is after my time, but it's a good one regardless."
"I'm... not very good..." You frown and before you avert your gaze to the floor, Alastor's hand is gentle as he swipes your jaw and lifts your chin up to him.
"Nonsense, just follow my lead sweetheart."
Taking his hand, he guides you to the middle of the lobby. With a snap of his fingers, the volume is increased. The song is in surround sound, thumping through your body.
"May I?" His hands hover over your body, waiting for your confirmation to touch you.
You nod.
"Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more..."
One hand slides down to the small of your back and presses you into his body. The other hand curls around yours, and you take notice of how much smaller you are compared to him.
Being so close to him, you inhale his scent. He’s so close to you. You note: A simple bar of soap, the whiskey he just drank and a musky cologne that contains nodes of grassy lemon and licorice.
You follow his lead. His first steps guide you backwards, then to the side, forward and over again. His movements are gentle and to the rhythm. You do your best to follow. Your face tightens as you try to focus.
You stumble over his foot but he's quick to hold you upright. You mumble.
"Relax, my dear. Here," the hand resting on the small of your back glides over your waist. You look down between your bodies to watch his footwork. With every step, he guides your waist in the direction he leads you.
"A natural," he coos, "now look at me." His knuckles push your chin up. His gaze is fixated within yours.
"When you dance you have a way with me. Stay with me, sway with me..."
"Posture," he murmurs, his hand gliding back up to press his fingers between your shoulder blades, and you lengthen your spine. "Good girl."
"Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you..."
You become fluid to the rhythm. The trumpet sings a melody that bleeds through your bones. Alastors hips begin to sway and roll against yours. The two of you glide across the floor as one beautiful movement. As the music crescendos, you lose yourself within it. The nervousness you felt before dissolves off your shoulders and you feel like you can breathe.
“I can hear the sound of violins…”
Alastors scent swirls all around you. His cologne is sweet. His red eyes are an intensity that never leave your face, but it doesn't bother you. He holds the weight you drop into him with every sway, like he's caressing your body, telling it that he can handle you- that it's okay to dance your heart out.
Your head rolls slowly as you sway your hips, exposing your neck to him. The hand holding yours squeezes slightly.
"My, my, a natural indeed."
Alastor pushes you away so you spin your body halfway. Your back presses against his abdomen, your waist against his groin, as his hands slowly slide over your waist. The ghost of his breath tickles your neck as his nose skims the side of your face. Grabbing your arm, he twists you back to face him.
Your arms fly up to his shoulders and his palms grip your ribs, guiding you into a few turns across the lobby.
Alastor takes a moment to look you over.
“Sway me now…”
Beautiful music rolls in waves as the instrumental takes over. The guitar solo now leading your footsteps.
Your feet cross over each other in place, your hips dipping with each step. Alastors grip over the sides of your ribs flex, claws gently digging into the fabric of your clothing.
“Absolutely stunning,” he whispers, watching the way you take over with the music.
It becomes a demon's tango. The strength he has, holding your body upright gives you confidence. You’re quick to take Alastor’s hands into your own and glide across the floor. Your movements slow and agonizing to him. Your head leans back as his meets yours, your noses almost touching.
You spin a few times in place, as his hands shelter your hips. He stops you, once again your back turned to his body. His hands slide ever so slowly up your waist and to your neck, carefully tilting your head to expose your neck.
Sharp teeth threaten to break skin, but they don't. His teeth are gentle as they nibble your neck, his tongue swiping out to taste your sweat.
“Delicious,” He whispers in your ear.
You respond with a roll of your hips, lowering your body down a bit to roll against his leg.
He growls as if irritated and spins you back to face him. Your face is inches away from his. You nuzzle your nose into him.
You both sway your hips to the beat of the music and it’s a stare down. His eyes glow as he takes your face in, as you stare back..
“Behave, darling…” He says slowly, the static in his voice slightly amplified.
You inch your face closer to his, and temptation paints his face.
Without another moment, his lips crash into yours.
“Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you…”
He kisses you deeply, his tongue swiping at your top lip. His hands grope your belly, kneading at every piece of skin he lays his palms on. He pulls away in one swift maneuver to reset- a hand at the small of your back and a hand curled around yours.
Alastor guides you across the floor again, guiding you forward, backwards and to the side. The look on his face is one of a predator. His eyes narrow down at you, the sweat that beads at your forehead, making your hair stick so deliciously to your skin.
“Long before, it begins…”
The way your legs move with ease, the way you trust him to keep you balanced and the way your hips press into his groin- Your slow movements are so sensual it’s beginning to drive him mad.
You look up at him through your lashes, following everything he does.
“Ready, sweet girl?”
In a quick movement, Alastor lifts you up as he spins. Your legs hug along his thighs as he twirls you. His eyes never leave yours until he slows down enough for you to catch yourself and continue spinning on your toes.
“Sway me now..”
In one final motion, Alastors arms are wrapped around your body in an instant. You dip your body, exposing your neck and arching your back into his grip. Alastor follows your body down, his face close to yours. His smile grows as he takes you in. You look like a beautiful mess as your chest heaves.
So delicious for him.
His teeth bite down at your shoulder before his tongue licks up your neck.
“Looks like I finally found someone who could keep up with me on the dance floor,” the grip around your body tightens, “What a pleasure, my darling.”
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The Bet
Drunk! Alastor x female reader
Summary: The patrons beg alastor to join them on their night out after what seemed like forever he finally agrees, he gets drunk and you lose a bet leaving you having to take care of him and be his personal body guard you do all of it in heels.
Warnings: mentions of drinking, alastor is very flirty when intoxicated and touchy.
CREDIT: TO ORIGINAL OWNER OF DRAWING
It was Charlie's idea; she thought it would be a good idea for Alastor to join them in a night of fun beyond the town. She begged and pleaded with the deer demon, and he finally agreed after she said that the activity was a bar. You were quite surprised. Alastor eventually said yes because, sure, he drank his brown liquor, but that wasn't often. But seeing the way his eyes lit up at the word 'bar'... you had thought he would only have a drink or two, say he pleased the Princess, then leave... Oh boy, you were wrong.
Charlie, you, Angel Dust, and the others sat at a table, music filling the air around you all, and each had your own drinks. Everyone was dressed up slightly more than usual, basically a different top. But since Alastor was ALWAYS dressed to impress, he wore his usual pinstripe suit. You wore a nice cocktail dress with heels. You were not dressed to impress; Angel Dust helped you pick out an outfit because you were struggling, and this is what you both agreed on.
Angel, with a mischievous smile, said, "How much you wanna bet that Smiles is gonna get black out drunk?"
"I don't think so," you argued. He always seemed collected and was barely found at the hotel's bar, so what made Angel Dust think that he was going to?
"Wanna bet?" Angel inquired. And you shook on it. You were wrong, VERY WRONG. When the night came to an end, Alastor was on a barstool, slumped over. You cursed at yourself and, frankly, the others for leaving you with the very much drunk deer demon.
"Jesus Al, I wasn't expecting you to handle liquor like a sailor," he looked at you with hooded eyes, his radio-filter seeming to be gone and just a slurry mess. Alastor chuckled softly. "Oh, but isn't it delightful to let loose every once in a while? Besides, I'm rather skilled at handling my liquor, don't you agree?" His smirk was strained slightly.
"You're something," you said, slapping money down on the counter and helping him off the barstool, his tall figure slumped onto you, causing you to let out a squeak as you tried to hold him up without ending up falling to the floor due to your choice in footwear. Once you got a good grip on him and he wrapped his long arm over your shoulder, the two of you slowly and steadily made your way out from the bar.
As the two of you made your way through the horrid streets of Hell, he looked over at you with a mischievous grin and leaned close to your ear, whispering, "You know, my dear, I must say you make quite the striking figure," Alastor remarked. You couldn't help but blush at his words, but you knew he was drunk and all the things he was talking about weren't true, at least some things.
You shook your head to rid of the thoughts and focused on the task at hand. You realized that he was much more vulnerable in his current state of mind, so you paid close attention to your surroundings. After what seemed like FOREVER, you two finally made it back to the hotel; we aren't going to talk about what a struggle that was.
Alastor's eyes remained heavy-lidded, his smile a close-lipped smile as he looked at you. You had him lean up against a wall, to be honest, to give you a break and let yourself recompose before you moved forward. He looked over at you, his grin widening, and he watched your every move, lifting his hand and beckoning softly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he hiccupped in between his breaths. You noticed that his finger trailed down your chest after being left on your cheek for a short while. You grabbed his claw, which was way too big for you, and pulled it away, your face turning red again.
"I've had quite a night, haven't I?" He said, and you only nodded, then wrapped his long arm around and over your shoulder and helped him off the wall; his weight landed on you again, and you let out a huff; he was not light. He let out a giggle, "You know... maybe we should..." You stopped him and said, "No, no, you need sleep. I know you barely sleep, but that's what you need."
Alastor then smiled playfully and moved his claw down to your waist, pulling you closer to him; this new position between you two was not comfy, but he didn't care; you just focused on not taking both of you out. "Alright, alright... I'll behave."
Still leaning heavily on you as you two stumbled into his room, you didn't think much about him not having a bed, so you had a couch in the room, so you plopped him down on it, fixed your dress, ran a hand through your hair, and let out a breath. He grinned up at you, slowly taking you in. You pulled one of his chairs from the other side of the room and dragged it in front of him; his red eyes continued to watch your every move; you soon sat down in front of him and patted your leg for a sign to have him put his shoed foot on your leg; after a few tries of telling him, he does, and his boots were hard to get off.
"Point your foot," you instructed, and he only let out a soft laugh and does point his foot, and you take it off.
"Dear..." He slurred. You didn't answer as you focused on your task. Alastor hiccupped, and that's what got your attention. "My dear, I must admit, tonight has been quite the delightful surprise. Perhaps I shall have to indulge in such outings more often."
"Please don't." You gave a polite smile and pushed off his red suit coat and placed it on a hanger and placed it in his closet, then draped a blanket over him.
"You better be asleep by the time I come back and check on you." You threatened; you couldn't believe this, but he looked adorable. "Yes, ma'am." You then left him to rest.
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I HAVE A REQUEST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR WITH A SENSITIVE CRYBABY WIFE PLEASE SFW
I didnt have a specific plot in mind so this was kept short and cute. Think like a cut scene hehehe
Where Alastor was rough around the edges, dark, intimidating, and dominant, you were soft and all things mushy.
You were a kind soul. Couldn’t even harm a fly.
You were sweet and had a heart of gold.
So how the hell you marry Alastor?
Simple…he found your sweetness adorable.
”My dear why the face?” Your husband mused seeing your lips form a pout.
You had been so deep in thought that you hadnt heard the deer come in.
You turned to him, eyes shiny with tears and lips wobbling.
”Do you think I’m a nuisance?”
Alastor blinked in confusion, his head tilting at your question.
”Nuisance? Darling why would I think that?” He sat beside you on the sofa, bringing your hand to his lips.
You looked away, feeling silly “I-Its just that you’re an Overlord and yet you’re married to me…shouldn’t you be with someone more on that level? Susan said-”
His ears flattened at the mention of the old crow “dear you shouldn’t listen to mindless babble especially from susan”
”But she said I wasn’t a good wife! That’s why you left me for seven years and stay at the hotel…that the princess seemed to make a better partner for you than me….i mean IKNOWyoudont seeCharlieinthatway or her youbutI meanyouspendalotoftimehere andnotathomeandiguessiwasjustfeeling lonely and insecure-”
you were rambling. Alastor stole a quick kiss to shut you up and your eyes widened at the affection.
Alastor chuckled “my dear i wouldnt trade you for the world. You are perfect and I do apologize for my absence but Im back and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon”
Now your eyes were watering for a whole different reason.
”Y-You mean that?”
he nodded and your wrapped your arms around his neck, bursting into tears.
He rubbed your back to soothe you and laughed
“Oh my sweet doe what am I gonna do with you?”
You sniffled “Love me forever and ever?”
He nodded “forever and ever”
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Alastor x Fem! Reader Getting Caught in the Act NSFW
It was one of those rare moments when you and Alastor found yourselves alone in the bustling chaos of the Hotel. Amidst fulfilling various requests for Charlie, Vaggie, and other residents, you two managed to steal away into Alastor's room. As the door closed behind you, a hush settled over the room, filled only with the crackling of distant fires and the occasional echo of laughter from the lobby.
In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed with a playful spark as he moved on top of you on his bed, his presence casting a captivating aura around him. You felt the weight of his gaze as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.
"Oh, my sweet doe," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against your skin. "It seems I've been neglecting you. However, can I make it up to you?" His breath danced across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in, his hands lightly restraining yours, pinning them down on either side of your head.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze, the intensity of his stare igniting a fierce longing within you. "Alastor," you breathed, the sound barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Just being here with you is enough."
But he shook his head, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Nonsense, my dear. I intend to spoil you thoroughly," he replied, his voice low and husky with promise. "Tell me, what is it that you desire?" His lips curved into a smirk, a challenge glinting in his gaze as he awaited your response.
"I want you..." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the words tinged with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
"I'm sorry, my dear, I don't think I heard you!" Alastor teased, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "I can't give you what you want unless you properly tell me." Crimson eyes dancing with amusement as he awaited your response, his hands still gently holding yours in place, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you.
"Please... I want y-you!" you say, your voice now laced with more confidence, the words spilling forth from your lips with a newfound determination.
"There we go! Now, was that so hard?" Alastor chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he savored your response.
You roll your eyes at his condescending tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you meet his gaze with defiance. But before you can retort, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into oblivion as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch, the heat of his embrace enveloping you in a blissful haze.
His hands leave yours and roam around your body, tracing every curve and contour with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. There's an urgency in his movements, a hunger that matches your own, as he explores every inch of your being with a reverence that leaves you breathless. His burning touch sets your body ablaze with a newfound arousal you hadn't felt in a while, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume all reason and restraint. Each caress, each whispered promise, only serves to fuel the flames of desire that rage between you.
Alastor wastes no time in removing your clothes, his movements swift, as if he had been longing for this moment as much as you. "Oh, little fawn, you're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of appreciation as he admires your naked form, his intense gaze tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. You feel exposed beneath his penetrating stare, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
His hands reach lower to your nether regions, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin as he slides a finger over your folds, already sopping wet with anticipation. "My, my dear, already this wet for me?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal as he revels in the sight before him.
"Shut-shut up," you retort breathlessly, your words barely coherent as desire clouds your mind and steals your breath away. But any further protest is lost as he dips a finger inside of you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins. With agonizing slowness, he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, each movement deliberate and measured, drawing out the exquisite torture of anticipation.
"How rude you are, maybe I should stop?" he threatens darkly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as his smile widens, teasing you with the prospect of withholding his touch.
"NO! Okay, I'm sorry!" you say loudly, desperation lacing your voice as you realize the gravity of your words. Panic floods your senses as he removes his fingers from your dripping core, leaving you achingly empty, the absence of his touch a cruel reminder of the pleasure denied.
"Alright then, let me hear you then," he says absentmindedly, his fingers deftly unzipping his pants before pulling out his hard cock, the sight leaving you breathless with anticipation.
"Huh? Hear what?" you reply, a knot of apprehension forming in the pit of your stomach as you pray that he wouldn't say what you think he's going to say.
"Beg for it, my dear," he states firmly, his voice laced with expectation as he gazes down at you, waiting for your response. "I need to hear you beg before I give you anything." The challenge in his eyes sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, mingled with a sense of vulnerability as you contemplate what he's asking of you.
"P-please.." you mumble quietly, your face flushing with embarrassment as you struggle to voice your desires.
"Please what?" he quips back in a teasing tone, his gaze lingering on you expectantly. "Say it properly or you get nothing."
"Please, Alastor, I need you to fuck me," you finally manage to articulate, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.
Finally hearing what he wanted, Alastor lets out a low chuckle, his amusement evident in the glint of his eyes. "That's my good girl~" he purrs, his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
Before you can fully comprehend his words, he moves driving himself into you with a sharp thrust that steals the breath from your lungs, plunging you into a whirlwind of ecstasy and desire.
"That's it, that's my good girl taking me so well~," he mutters, his voice a low growl of satisfaction as he continues to thrust in and out of you with a delicious pace, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
With each powerful thrust, he delves deeper, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance of desire that threatens to consume you both. You cling to him desperately, lost in the intoxicating haze of pleasure as he drives you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
Suddenly, the door opens without any warning, and in strides Vaggie, "Alastor, Charlie needs your help with- OH WHAT THE FUCK," she exclaims, her voice trailing off as her eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before her.
"I-I, we uh," you stammer, desperately trying to find the right words to explain yourselves, but before you can utter another syllable, Alastor beats you to it. "Don't you know it's rude to enter without permission?" he growls menacingly, his crimson eyes flashing with irritation as an ominous red "X" appears on his forehead.
As quick as Vaggie had interrupted, she was gone, swallowed up by black tendrils that wrapped around her, pulling her out of the room with a forceful yank and slamming the door shut with a resounding bang, the lock clicking into place.
"Now, where were we~" Alastor purrs, his gaze shifting back to you with a hunger that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins, the interruption only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment.
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Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!
A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜
Napoleon x reader
WC: 1174
You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.
The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.
And you really, really have to hurry.
The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.
“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?”
You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down.
“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”
His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly.
“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite.
You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him.
Your admiration.
Your yearning.
He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.
He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.
Oh no….he doesn’t like them.
Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?
And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.
It definitely isn't you.
“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..
“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”
“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”
You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you.
Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears.
“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness.
He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours.
Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.
When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.
“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”
Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.
“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.
He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry.
He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is.
Et tu te rends joyeusement.
And you surrender happily.
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General Electric kitchen appliances in Flame, Avocado, and Harvest colors, 1969
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