OK SO WHAT ABOUT ALASTOR X FEM READER EXCEPT READER DOESNT KNOW HOW TO REACT TO HIS CHIVALRY
So this takes place before they start dating and the beginning of the relationship. Reader basically has never met a guy who has chivalry(or is respectful) like ALASTOR, so when Alastor’s mannerisms come out, reader just looks at him like “wtf are you doing?” BUT NOT IN A MEAN WAY, more like in a confused way because they’re from a time where chivalry isn’t as popular(especially to women in general) and reader was raised to be tough(but it’s still nice to get treated like a lady). So whenever alastor acts like that reader just gets awkward and shy.
IM ASKING FOR THIS CUZ LIKE THE GUYS NOW HAVE NO RESPECT OR CHIVALRY like alastor😔😒 (ik not ALL guys but most guys now and days are jackasses)
Hnnng I fucking love this ✨️
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
TW: Harassment, Men being nasty
Description: ☝️⬆️
Back when you were alive, men never did the sort of things that Alastor does unless they wanted to get laid
Most of the men you knew had tendencies to act like frat boys or old perverts
Only having one goal in mind and if they got rejected then they got fucking nasty as hell with you
On top of that, you didn't have the luxury of growing up to be soft and helpless like some people
You had to be strong and look out for yourself, you rarely looked to others for help
Not even your own family
Some people didn't even look at you as a woman, just as some tough badass who didn't need anyone's helping hand
At least you hoped that how they looked at you
Not that you would've rejected the offer if anyone actually tried to help you out, everyone needs a hand now and then
The only people who ever offered any sort of help were horny guys who offered to help you let off some steam with them
Fuck off
But Alastor grew up in a very different time than you and his way of treating you always gave you whiplash
He would never dream of asking you to fuck within the first few days of knowing each other, or even the first month wtf kind of animals have men turned into??
You don't even wanna know, Alastor
His little pet names alone made you flustered but his actions??? A whole other monster in itself
When you first met him this crazy guy kissed your hand like you were in some regency movie
You were so shy afterwards that you couldn't look him in the eyes, your cheeks hot and pink
One time, Alastor actually took off his coat and put it over a puddle for you step on
Didn't you just beat up some guy for ripping it???
You could've just stepped over the puddle in the first place??? Why did you do that??
"I did what any proper gentleman would do for a lady such as yourself, Y/N..!"
You gotta look away at that point or else he would see how hot your face is getting, feeling flustered
Alastor actually asked you to dance to a song that wasn't meant for grinding and sweating on each other??
You blush and mumble something about not knowing how to dance to music like this and instead of making fun of you Alastor teaches you how
He's a wonderful dancer and leads the entire time, not letting you make a fool of yourself in front of everyone
You've never felt your heart do skip so many beats before
You're trying to ignore what some random lecherous demon is saying about your body and the things he would do to it??
Guess what-
"Now that is not the way to start a proper conversation with a lady of Y/N's status, or any lady for that matter."
Alastor scares him off for you and won't even accept your thanks in return, making your legs wobbly
Once your suffering with feelings for Alastor then every little thing he does makes you turn into a gooey puddle
It doesn't stop when he's suddenly courting you, only getting worse with each romantic act
He brings you flowers, dedicates entire broadcasts to you, asks you to take evening strolls with him
He does all this and never even expects a parting kiss from you, simply happy to be in your presence
When/why the fuck did men stop acting like this?? This is so much better than how they were back when you were alive-
You get flustered just at the sight of him now, wondering just how he's going to make you swoon today
Alastor is slowly getting you accustomed to how he believes you should always be treated, happy that you're no longer confused by his actions
This motherfucker just Pavlov-ed you into falling for him
This was so fun to write!! I hope I did a good enough job!!
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𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙩𝙨 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤
summary: chris is by far the best boyfriend you could've asked for, he's sweet, caring and adores you, except for when it comes to hooking up.. he fucks you like he hates your guts.
warnings: smut, slight choking, rough chris, hair pulling, fluff, aftercare (lots of it), swearing.
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♫..he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts...♫
3:37pm
chris and I have spent the past few hours together around the mall, and he hasn't let me pay for anything.
"oh my goodness chris look!" i exclaim, pointing towards Brandy Melville, he laughs softly as i drag him by his wrist towards the entrance.
"don't you go here every day?" he asks with a wide grin, "no..." i cheekily smile back.
i pick out a small pyjama set, holding it up to chris's eye level. "i think i should buy it" i say, digging through my purse for my card. he nods slowly, "hey gorgeous, i'll hold that for you okay?" chris takes the set off me, holding it with 2 fingers.
before i can process whats going on hes at the counter swiping his card. my eyebrows scrunch, "chris stop!" i say, trotting over to him.
"my treat" he says stupidly back, elbowing me lightly. he takes my hand, pulling us out of the store as he hands me the clothes.
"chris let me cash app you please i feel guilty." i say, looking up at him. "honestly it doesn't matter to me." he says back, squeezing my hand assuringly. "chris-" i say, but instantly getting cut off by him, "no, 'means nothing to me yeah?" he says.
"okay mr rich." i scoff back, he shakes his head with a smile, then sweeps me up off my feet and carries me to the car, i protest the whole time.
8:31pm
"here you are!" i smile, handing chris his phone before plopping down on the couch next to him. he gives me a warm smile as he stretches out on the couch, inviting me to lay ontop of him.
"what are we watching?" i ask, shifting slightly on his body, trying to get comfortable.
a small groan escapes his mouth, which he 'subtly' disguises with a cough, "chris?" i question again, my eyebrows scrunching. i roll over off of him, his forehead is decorated with small droplets of sweat, causing his baby hairs to stick to his face.
“you oka-“ i’m instantly cut off by his sudden movement where he sits up and grabs my waist.
“here’s what’s gonna happen yeah?” he starts, his eyes fixated on mine.
“you’re gonna strip and turn around for me, understand?”
i nod with a small hum.
standing up off the couch, i drop my shorts to my ankles, followed by my shirt and bra.
i turn around, following chris’s instructions.
“did i tell you to keep those on?” he says, staring at the thin piece of material covering my last bit of dignity.
“chris what’s going on-“
“no.” he interrupts me again.
i shimmy my panties down my thighs, soon they follow the rest of my clothes in a heaped pile on the floor.
“that’s right.” he says in a low voice. “on your knees.”
i fall down onto my knees, looking over my shoulder at chris.
he heaves himself up off the couch and walks over in front of me, his bulge inches away from my nose. i take a deep breath as he pulls down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers.
chris doesnt move.
i look up at him with doe eyes, "please.?" i ask softly.
"please what." chris instantly snaps back.
"you know.." i say, toying with the waistband of his boxers.
"i don't know actually." he teases.
"go on, what do you want to do?" chris says, his hand resting on the back of my hair and playing with it soothingly.
i sigh, my cheeks flush as i spit out the sentence "let me suck it"
he nods, thats enough of a signal i need before im practically tearing his boxers off him.
his length springs out, tapping his stomach lightly.
i instantly wrap 2 of my hands around his base, squeezing lightly, i feel 1 of chris’s hands grip the back of my head, his long fingers intertwined in my brunette locks.
i feel him guide me by my hair closer to his tip, willingly i start to kitten lick, earning a desperate groan from chris.
i wrap my lips around him, he takes it as an invitation to start fucking my face.
he slowly tilts his hips foward, encouraging inches of his length deeper into my mouth.
i feel his tip kiss the back of my throat, i squeeze my eyes shut as chris stops his movements, i hum around him
chris starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, his hands growing tighter in my hair as pleasured whimpers fall from his mouth.
i grip the back of the brown haired boys thighs with my hand, “fuck..” i hear him curse before abruptly pulling out of my mouth.
a soft cough exits my throat as i wipe my mouth, saliva somehow on my cheeks.
before i can process what’s going on chris has grabbed my hand firmly, he pulls me up off the floor and into his arms.
he carries us out of the living room into our bedroom, throwing me down onto the bed, his heavy pants fill the room as i lay still on my back, my thighs inching apart as the familiar heat rises through my core.
“you want it?” chris asks, his voice low and croaky.
“please..” i whisper, staring into his eyes.
without another word he’s fully inside of me, a loud squeal escapes my mouth as he grips my waist, slamming into me with passion.
chris isn’t small, quite the opposite actually, in the 6 months we’ve been dating we haven’t fucked that often, only a handful of times due to his schedule so it would be wrong for me to say i’m used to his size.
his hands grip the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart painfully wide.
“look at you hm? taking it all without being able to keep your mouth shut?” chris scoffs, his pace never daring to slow.
those two sentences around make me clench hard around him, “chris- fuck!” i scream, my hands gripping his back.
“don’t fucking come yet, i never said you could.” his voice is almost angry, i know he isn’t though but holy shit.
i can’t even stop it, the knot in my stomach snaps. chris’s eyes brows raise, his pupils staring into my squinted eyes. he continues to thrust into me desperately, i whine from the sensitivity
“no, you decided to come early so now your gonna have to be fucked while your sensitive.”
“chris..” i groan, my brain clouded with the post orgasm
my heart picks up as he places one hand on my throat, he’s never done this before.
he squeezes lightly, ever so slightly holding me down to the matress
after a few seconds he pulls out, almost instantly finishing on my stomach with a low moan.
chris instantly lets go of my waist and throat, he sits down on the bed next to me and pulls me into an embrace. he strokes my hair frantically.
“are you okay? y/n sweetheart.” he says his voice lightly panicked.
i let out a small laugh, i’m in a state of shock from how fast his mood switches but i can’t complain,
i have no reason to.
chris’s face lights up with an innocent smile as he paints my face in kisses.
he slowly stands up, carrying me to the bathroom. the brunette shuts the toilet lid, placing me down on-top of it as he rummages through the cabinets.
my legs shake from the intensity, which chris seems to pick up on.
“shit- i’m so sorry are you okay? was it too much?”
i shake my head “chris no, it was really fucking good..” i say, my voice breaking with a smile.
“are you okay though? did i hurt you at all?” chris says while pulling a small towel out of the drawer, wetting it with warm water.
“chris im okay i liked it.”
“but if you didn’t like it just tell me okay? i would never be upset.” he says, walking over to me and bending down between my legs.
i spread my legs on the cold seat, “can i clean you up gorgeous?” he asks, holding the warm damp flame in one hand.
“yeah- yes..” i say, wiping my face.
chris dabs lightly at my thighs and around my hole, “this okay?” he speaks like he’s talking to a child.
“oh shit what-“ chris says, his eyes drawn on my stomach which is painted in white streaks.
“that was me? jesus i was in a trance or some shit” chris says, shaking his head as he wipes it off.
“okay i’m gonna get us some clothes okay?” he says, standing up with a grunt. chris walks out of the bathroom and comes back several minutes later fully dressed and holding a pile of neatly folded fresh love.
“you need help getting up?” he smiles, a sorry expression on his face. i stick my hand up which he grabs, gently lifting me up onto my feet.
“okay just try out your arms up for me” chris says with a concentrated look on his face.
he slides the sweater over my body, followed by the matching sweatpants.
he lets out a small sigh “feeling good?” he asks, picking me up again.
“thank you chris.” i say burying my face in the crook of his neck, his long hair brushing against my face.
“comfy?” he says, placing me down on the sheets that are now crumpled from my deadly grip on them 15 minutes ago.
he lays down next to me, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.
“i’m sorry about the choking thing-“ he starts, but i cut him off.
“stop apologising chris, these past 30 minutes have been the hottest moments of your whole life, and i’d gladly do it again in an hour.”
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