I Feel Called Out With The New Short FUCK YOU VIV 😭

Please dear god someone find this fic (except I only remember niche little details about it)

Ok so it was an Alastor x reader and basically reader was a fallen? Angel but was pretending to be a regular demon BUT WAS ALSO up living on Earth? For like multiple lifetimes?

In the last chapter I read reader got hurt and -

OH WAIT I think reader was an overlord? but nobody knew her identity and Alastor was- WAIT WAIT Alastor went to the IMPs to help him figure out who reader was cuz he was so hellbent (heh) on finding out

-in the last chapter reader got hurt and Alastor found out her identity cuz he was the one to help her recover (he had like an apartment) and he wasn’t letting reader leave cuz he was worried that they would get hurt again . But Angel Dust and Husk went to the apartment (they couldn’t go to the actual apartment door. It was one of those were you have to be buzzed in) to go see reader cuz they hadn’t seen her since she got hurt and were worried. Alastor didn’t want her to go down to see them but reader wanted to WAIT WAIT

Alastor found out that she was an angel when she got injured and was bleeding gold all over his bed (I think he said a line like that) I think Alastor was suspicious of them, but didn’t find out that they were an angel til this point.

It was a slow burn and it only just started getting good (they made out I think)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP I need it BACK in my arms

Darling, I'm an Overlord

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Pairings: Alastor x wife!Reader. Tags: fem!Reader, AFAB, Established Relationship, Alastor is in hell for a reason, Reader is in hell for a reason, Dry humping, licking, biting, sucking, foreplay, MINORS DNI

“I could make an offering,” you say, pressing a kiss to where his jaw ends. It’s a simple act to roll your hips down. “…But I think I would prefer to get on my knees and show you how I worship.” Alastor grips your waist, rolling your hips even deeper. “Just a king?” “How about an emperor?” A twitch tells you everything there is to know—it’s still not enough. “More.” “How greedy,” you tell him and tap a stray finger on his belt buckle. “Hmmm, then—How about I worship you like an Overlord?” Alastor laughs, shaking his head but his hips rut upwards to meet you halfway. It’s the smallest of movements, but if forces you to press a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. TLDR: Alastor's worried you'll be late for dinner, but he promised to be patient, and such control deserves an award

This was stuck in my mind and no, I will not continue it but any other author is free to go and complete it. Honestly, not my best work but I think some of you might enjoy it. Tbh, I felt awkward writing it, but that's a whole different can of worm. This is quite short and I wish I could add more, but not really lol. MINORS DNI—NSFW

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There’s a specific shade of red that Alastor enjoys on your lips. It’s quite the inconvenience to ask a shop to custom make the color every single time the lipstick runs out, but your husband is a man of fine detail. Even the smallest of changes will be noted.

As all things do, this specific pigment will eventually disappear for good. Still, you swipe the color across your lips, painting it red.

Afterall, a special night requires a special look.

“Dearest, we’re going to be late,” Alastor calls out with a smile that shows the yellow of his teeth. There’s a small twitch on his cheek and his fingers impatiently tap on the tip of his microphone, even as he sports an even tone. “The reservation won’t hold for very long.”

You lock his gaze from the reflection of the mirror. “Late?”

“Yes,late.” Alastor brings a hand out, leaning on the bed. There’s a carefully crafted expression of boredom on his face. “We’re going to be late.”

Darling, you’re the Radio Demon–one of the most powerful Overlords in this realm.” You blot your lips on some tissue. “They wouldn’t give away our table, and there’s always the option to kill anyone who complains.”

A muscle on Alastor’s cheek twitches. “Oh my…It seems I’ve been far too complacent if someone would dare to voice their objections to me.”

Lines trail the skirt of your dress, smoothing the wrinkles before presenting it to Alastor. “Tell me what you think, honey,” you say, smiling as you twirl. “Come on–How does it look on me?

“Good,” Alastor says, humming. “Shall we take our leave? I already have your coat.”

You frown, pointing your nose into the air. “Good?” you parrot back. “That’s not good enough. I was aiming for ravishing. I guess I should change.”

“Take your time, my love.” Alastor pinches the bridges of his nose but smiles nonetheless. “Afterall, I specifically said I wouldn’t complain.”

With a laugh, you stride towards him and present your bare back. “A little help?”

“That’s much better,” Alastor says as a claw gently trails up the skin of your back. The tip sends shivers down your spine and straight into your core until he digs the claw on the base of your shoulder. A drop of blood oozes out, trailing down your back. “Now, it’s absolutely ravishing.”

“I meant the zipper,” you say. “If it stains, Niffty will hang your head.”

“My apologies.”

Oh…his tongue is moist. It trails across your skin, painting slow trails across your shoulder to lap the blood. The zipper of your dress zips up before you could fully lose yourself.

You turn to face Alastor, stepping between his legs to place your hands on his knees. It only takes a single but gentle push to widen the space, and your hands keep pushing wider until you’re leaning down to meet his gaze.

“You’ve been doing an exemplary job of hiding your irritation,” you say, and kiss the edge of his lips, lingering for more than a moment. “Such control deserves a reward.”

Alastor takes his thumb, swiping away the streak of red. It only smudges it across his lips. “We have a reservation,” he says but slots you further between his legs with a firm grasp on your hips. “What was the point of making one if we aren’t going to be on time?”

The tip of your tongue swipes across his lips, lapping away the lipstick stain.

Alastor’s eye twitches, and uses a finger to push you back. Instead you open your mouth to suck his finger, swirling your tongue around the skin. It trails from the base of where his palm meets his finger then until his knuckle. The wetness of your tongue licks until it reaches the tip of his pointed claw.

The edges of your teeth nibble on his skin before taking in another finger. Alastor blinks at you as you suck his digits deeper in your mouth, swirling your tongue around to reach the tip then down the knuckle until his claw hits the back of your throat.

You move your tongue upwards from the base, trailing it to lap around the tip of his claw before releasing his fingers with a small pop.

A line of saliva bridges your tongue to his finger.

The palms of your hands trail up his knees, pressing down the plum of his legs. “We’ve been over this, darling,” you tell him, inching closer to press a kiss on the edges of his lips. “Overlord. Radio Demon. Death.”

Alastor catches your wrists, playing with the tips of your fingers before intertwining them. “Just an Overlord?”

“Powerful Overlord.” The next kiss goes on his jaw.

“Then how would you give me my reward?” Alastor pulls back, pressing his own kiss on the ring around your finger. “Tell me every detail.”

“I could treat you like a king,” you say, brushing your lips down his jaw. Alastor leans to the side, exposing his neck for another one of your kisses. “

Your hands trail across his dress pants once more, stopping when your knees land on the carpet.

The side of your cheek nuzzles against his leg, and you smile up at him, locking his gaze to your eyes. You press your lips along the inside of his thigh, glazing kiss after kiss after kiss. Still, you keep your eyes staring firm into him, even as Alastor’s leg jumps from the sudden bite of your teeth.

The curve of your nose outlines his leg, and a muscle in his thigh tightens. It loosens and relax when you brush the pads of your thumb up and down.

Alastor crawls back to climb down the bed. A steady hand guides the plush of your thigh, beckoning you to crawl after him. It squeezes when his back hits the headboard. Alastor’s thumb swipes over the inside of your leg and he digs a claw into the skin. This prompts you to throw your legs over him, straddling his hip while leaving room for an erection to grow.

“Tell me how you would treat me like a king.”

“I could make an offering,” you tell him, rolling your hips to stimulate his softened member. The crotch of your lace underwear grinds on him. “...But I think I would prefer to get on my knees, and show you how I worship a king.”

Alastor grips your waist to pull your lower into him, steading you as you rub against him. “Just a king?”

“How about an emperor?”

A twitch pokes your crotch and it tells you everything there is to know–it’s still not enough. Alastor needs … “More.”

“How greedy,” you tell him, trailing your hands down his chest until it reaches his belt buckle. Your fingers tap on the metal over and over and over again. “Hmmm, then–How about I worship you like an Overlord?”

Alastor laughs into the air, breathy as he exhales. Sure, it’s a ridiculous notion…but his hips rut upwards to meet you halfway. The way his clothed tip grins on the crotch of your panties pulls a small gasp tumbling out your lips. It’s the smallest of movements but it forces you to press a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

Alastor grunts as he snaps his hips up. The claws on his hand dig into your hip when you grind down on him.

More….It’s not enough. You need mo--

Alastor’s bow tie is crooked. That just won’t do.

You pull on the edges of the fabric, unfastening the knot until it pools between your psalm. The pace of your grinding slows as the pads of your finger trail down his arms. It wraps around his wrist, and you bring them to your lips, pressing a kiss on the inside before pulling them together above his head.

Another twitch of his clothed cock. It hits deeper into your core this time, prompting you to lean forward with a breath exhale. Never have you been more glad to be wearing such thing panties. The force of your shifting weight grinds your crotch harder into him. The back of Alastor’s head hits the headboard with a slight jump.

There’s an innocent smile on your lips as you take his bowtie and bind his wrist to the bedframe with a knot. “This looks much better, indeed.”

Alastor pulls on the knot and it unfasted around his wrist. “Are you doing this correctly?”

You keep grinding deeper into his cock until small moans release into the air. The pace of your humping quickens as you re-tie the loose knot around his wrist. 

“Don’t you know, darling? Overlords brim with power,” you tell him, trailing a sharp nail between the buttons of his dress-shirt until it snaps open. “I have to protect this feeble body of mine from such strength.”

Alastor presses a kiss on your cheek with a hum. “How smart.”

“Shall we make a deal, my dearest, darling, Overlord husband?” you say, nibbling the edges of your teeth on his shoulder. 

Alastor snaps his hips up to rut the tip even deeper, forcing you to moan into his skin. Soft breaths brush across. His hands dig deeper into your hips, pulling even deeper as he grinds his cock into your underwear.

“Slow… Fast. It doesn't matter,” you say, and the words come breathier than planned. “I will keep going until the knot holds secure. The moment it slips off, so do I…And I will leave, no matter how close … no matter how desperate.”

Each word brushes your lips on the sensitive spot between the junction of his neck and shoulder. Fabric prevents you from burying yourself deeply around his cock and moving until his hips bruise

Alastor leans backward to chase a greedy kiss, but you lean away with a smile. “..Dearest.”

“But we’re going to be late,” you tell him. “Afterall, reservations were mad--”

Shadow tentacles slither around your body, trailing across your waist and up your breasts. Darkness crawls between them, massaging the soft tissue. It trails higher and higher until it reaches your neck.

 “Oh darling…don’t you know?” Alastor says, and the tentacles pull your head lower until you feel the clothed tip pressing on your lips.

There isn’t much else to do but press your lips, giving his cock the smallest of kisses.

“I’m an Overlord.”

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Tell me what you guys think! I'm not really used to writing such suggestive pieces lol Sooo some feedback would be nice.

MY HUSBAND IS BACK

Mammon 🤡

Ok so I have some thoughts-

Ok so I have like a lil theory (or something) so basically Adam likes ribs so much because God made Eve out of Adam’s rib? I think?? (Forgive me, ex Christian here)

YEAH ok Maybe I’m making connections where they’re isn’t any but idk I just think that’s funny

IF that’s true, what’s the connection between Lucifer and ducks? Is there one? Maybe it’s just funny lol XD Hazbin shit-

This is probably one google search away but I simply don’t care enough to look it up 😋

WHERE is that fic where Lucifer asks reader to have his kid and she dies and then she literally decapitates Adam omg I just remembered it and I wanna reread it 😭🤞 I lost it 💔

I wanna thank the stars that aligned to make Valentino you’re all getting your pussy ATE

Loved him since day ONE ☝️

I'm about to bust

Knight has to go in a trip, makes sure his beautiful lover is nice and satisfied before he leaves 🥰

BABE i was literally thinking of something spicy so i decided to merge it with this ask sksksk

CW: SMUT, different sex positions, breeding kink, marking

"Have you heard of the new book the king ordered?"

"No. Pray tell, what is it? Is it another bodice-ripper for the queen?"

The women around the table giggle in delight. You merely shake your head, continuing to peel potatoes.

"No, no, much more interesting. I heard it comes all the way from India." The women 'oo' and 'ah', sharing glances. "The wordsmith read it himself before the king paid. He said it was very interesting."

"Oh, please! Tell us! My heart can't take it."

"Alright, alright." She leans in to the group, the other women mimicking her action. "The wordsmith said that the book is about... sex." They explode with giggles as the first woman shushes them. "It is about pleasure for men and women, positions to try, how to make love—"

"Oh please, say no more, I feel as though a river is flowing from me!"

The women laugh as you finish peeling your last potato, taking the basket with you to the boiling water you started earlier. You ponder what the details of the book could say, but you have dinner to make.

There's a soft knock on your door that night. You know who it is before you answer.

"There is something I must tell you," he says as he begins unraveling your bodice.

"Go on."

He takes a breath, pulling down your underdress to kiss at your shoulder.

"I shall be leaving." You blink, your heart steadily sinking.

"For good?"

"No, no no, my sweet. I would never leave this castle permanently without you." Another kiss to your shoulder. "But I shall be gone for at least three nights."

You hum, pulling the garment over your head and tossing it to the floor, leaving you bare.

"Well, at least it is not a fortnight."

"It might as well be a fortnight," he groans, wrapping his arms around you to palm at your breasts. "I hate the thought of being from you so long."

"Tis only a few days, Adam."

"A few hours away from you is already torture, my lady." You roll your eyes, turning around to face him. He is already straining against his trousers. His eyes glaze over you, tongue licking his lip before he hurriedly reaches into his pocket. "If I may suggest something—"

"Suggest something?"

"Please, just listen." He pulls out a folded paper. "The king has come into possession of a book, and—"

"From India?" you inquire.

"Yes—how did you know?"

"The ladies were spreading rumors of it. I did not know they were true."

"They are," he breathes, unfolding the paper. "I was able to see it for myself and—"

"Oh, please do not tell me you stole a page?"

"Of course not, my lady. I would never do such a thing. But," he turns the page towards you, "I did try to recreate the drawings."

You take the paper, staring at the drawings he made.

"They are not art, I know, but I wanted to remember the different positions... so I could try them... with you."

You blink, looking up at him.

"You wanted to try these with me?" you ask. He nods, a bit enthusiastically. You look back at the drawings. They are crudely made, mere lines for limbs, circles for heads. He has given you circles for breasts, and he drew his member quite large. You stiffle a giggle.

"If you do not want to, I understand, I—"

"Adam," you look at him, taking his hand. "It's alright. I would like to do this with you."

His eyes light up. His cock visibly bounces.

"I-I am not so sure about this position."

"Why not, my sweet? You look ravishing from here."

You are straddling his waist, his manhood poking your ass, hands resting on his chest while he strokes your hips.

"I... I do not think I look good from there."

"My lady, you look like an angel sent from the heavens to bless me this evening."

"I feel like a boar—"

He shushes you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing you tenderly.

"I hate when you speak that way. You are starlight in my hands." He kisses each fingertip before pressing his lips to your palm breathing in slow. "You are my everything. I hate when you insult yourself."

"I... I apologize. I will not speak in such a way again."

"Good. Now," he grinds his hip against yours, making you sway, "shall we continue the evening?"

"Yes," you breathe, lifting your hips. You grab his member, lining it with your entrance, biting your lip when the head slips in with ease. You lower yourself slowly, sucking in a breath, mouth falling open when your hips finally meet.

"I've never felt so full," you sigh, rolling your hips with a whine. His hand finds your hip, gripping tight, keeping you still.

"Please, don't. Not yet."

"Is... Are you alright?"

He glances at you, sighing and squeezing his eyes tight.

"No. I am not." He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "I feel as though I may fall apart any moment."

"Oh..." You glance over his face. "Is... Does it feel good?"

"Very much so."

"Why is it so hard to contain yourself?"

He scoffs, opening his eyes to smirk at you.

"Are you joshing me?" You shake your head and he scoffs again. "The love of my life is sitting upon my cock like it's a throne. How am I supposed to feel?"

You blink.

"I'm the love of your life?" you ask. He nods.

"Yes. This life, and all that follows after."

Your cunt clenches, causing him to groan, rolling his head back into your pillow.

"You torture me, my love."

"I do not mean to."

He takes a deep breath, letting it out slow.

"Alright. You may move, if you wish."

You are unfamiliar with this position, but Adam described it as riding a horse. You lift your hips, bringing them back down, gasping when his member presses deep into you. You do it again, sighing every time your hips meet.

"Faster, my love, please."

You brace your hands on his chest, steadying your legs before bouncing yourself faster, trying your hardest not to let out your moans. He does not seem to care about his volume, moaning low, eyes hooded as they gaze at you.

"You bounce so prettily for me, my princess." The nickname has you clenching hard, making his eyes roll back. "Lord in heaven, thank you for bringing this goddess to me."

Your legs are cramping, as if you have stood on them for days and nights. You whine, slowing to a halt. He furrows his brow.

"What is wrong, my sweet?"

"I-I'm sorry, Adam. My... my legs, they... oh, they hurt so."

"Oh, my sweet thing," he coos propping himself on his elbows. "Was it too much for you? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, I am merely exhausted." You sigh, hanging your head. "I feel as if I could not walk if I tried."

"Well, if you cannot walk anywhere, I shall simply carry you."

You shake your head.

"This is not the time for teasing—"

He suddenly sits up, almost throwing you off of him. He catches you, bringing your chest to his, nose to nose.

"Shall we try this position instead?"

You breathe shakily, cupping his face in your hands. You grunt as you reposition your legs to wrap around him instead.

"Better?"

"Better." You squirm in his hold, gasping. "Sir... you are so deep."

"I know." His lips ghost against yours. "This is where I belong, don't you think?"

He helps you grind your hips into his, the two of you breathing hard into each others' faces. There is a place deep inside that he has never touched before, but he is touching it now, kissing that spot with every jolt of your hips. You have to swallow your squeals.

"Kiss me, my love."

And you do. You kiss him so fervently that the heat between you is incinerating. Your tongues dance wildly, breathy moans swallowed by the other. Your nails scratch along his shoulders and he groans, pulling away.

"Yes, mark me, my love. I want the world to know I am yours."

You claw at him like a rabid animal, your cunt twitching with each growl he releases. He squeezes your ass, digging his blunt fingertips into your ample flesh.

Before you realize it, you are being lifted.

"A-Adam!" you whisper harshly, grappling onto him. "I-I will fall!"

"I will not let you, my lady."

He rests your upper back against the cot, but he keeps an arm wrapped around your hips, keeping them in the air. When he readjusts, he is holding your hips up by your ass with both hands.

He pulls back and thrusts forward. Hard.

His pace is brutal, deadly, you fear you will shatter if he continues fucking you so. Your hands scramble from his forearms to your breasts to the sheets. You can feel the coil inside you tightening far too quickly.

"I shall show them all that you are mine," he growls, giving a few slow strokes before speeding up again. "I shall let them know that you are spoken for by planting my seed and watching you grow with my child. Then no one can take you from me."

"A-Adam!" you whisper, feeling tears prick on your eyes.

"Does that burn you, my princess? Thinking about carrying my child and finally being mine?" His grip becomes tighter and, somehow, he goes faster. "I shall give you the fine things you deserve. I shall get you a farm, and a horse, all the jewelry and dresses you could ever want. Give me a child and I shall give you the world."

Your hand flies to your cunt, fingers working your clit swiftly, but he stops you, replacing them with his thumb.

"Only I may unravel you, my sweet."

And unravel you do. You fall apart around him, your hand clamped over your mouth to silence you, your cunt fluttering with desire. It must feel delightful, for only a few thrusts later, he stills and you feel a slurry of warmth inside you.

You are panting, limp, wet. You kneed at his forearms and he lowers you to the bed, staying inside you. He kisses over your temple, your cheek, down to your neck.

"Did you mean what you said?" you ask a few moments later.

"Which part?" he asks.

"The part about making me yours." He smiles into your collarbone, nibbling the flesh there.

"I mean every word I say to you."

You can't remember falling asleep. You vaguely remember being twisted into other positions later in the night, but the exact memory escapes you.

You rise before the sun. He is not beside you when you wake up.

You feel empty in more ways than one.

Megan please give me a chance

Megan’s Instagram Update (July 12, 2024)

Wow you have a really weird, offputting vibe would you like to perform cunnilingus on eachother-