ALASTOR X WIFE READER!!!!! (They were married in 1922 so Al and y/n would be around 20) do what ever you want with that idea.
{{Alastor X Wife Reader}}
Yes, yes, yes! I love writing for Alastor, pretty much every request involving him as the central axis of a fic is an immediate yes, so donât hesitate if you have anymore requests concerning the radio demon. Ps, I had so much fun writing this and I tried my best to perfect it.
Update; I was hospitalized so there was a delay in posting
Heads severed and tossed!; donât mind the way I said that, itâs a way for me to say heads up lol. Anyways, this skittish piece I present to you are a set of imagines and headcanons since Iâm unsure of what to do. I like the idea of a reader wife for Alastor! He will still be an asexual in this piece however one thatâs in a relationship, I am also splitting this post into two sections, Usual and Lemon. What I mean by Lemon is topics that concern the sexual, âusualâ will comprise of everything else other that. Edit; surprisingly, I had the guts to actually write lemon instead of just making lemon head canons đ
Warnings; this will include blood, cannibalism, smoking, sex, Murder, Violence, unaliving ones self, and foul language⌠that is all.
Details; very old timey talk! will include life in the living realm and life in hell. Reader is F with female anatomy, other than that her body is anything reader wants it to be though I will admit that I described their eyes as "doe eyes" at some point it was meant to describe how wide with shock it had gone as well as how Reader believes to be an innocent. She/Her and They/Them pronouns used for Reader while He/Him for Alastor. PinV, creampie ig...
Two young love birds, Married at just the age of twenty, about a year earlier for you in comparison to most of your peers, while four years earlier than Als peers, you and the charming man you call your husband were married at a small church located in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was simple, sweet, small, and one of the most unforgettable memories in your entire lifetime, Sadly, Alâs mother passed away just a month after the wedding, it had left Alastor devastated, and had left him with a permanent smile as well, there has indeed been a few arguments concerning the topic, mainly of you trying to tell him that he doesn't have to always smile in order to honor his mother but you eventually dropped it since you had come to the conclusion that he most likely never will stop smiling
Not too long after that, Al became a radio host due to his lovely personality being able to charm those around him, especially with the ladies, this often left you with a sour aftertaste whenever youâd swing by over to his radio station and drop off his lunch.
Reader did a little coy wave at her husband, Alastor, on the other side of the glass wall separating them, in response he waved back quietly, his devilish smile softened at her presence before he continued to tend to the audience he was broadcasting live to âThis is Alastor Hartfelt! Here to provide you with the daily on this humid afternoon!â He announced, his voice upbeat and ready, he glanced over to Reader, his right side of the face resting in one of his palms âitâs July and you know what that means!â He said before continuing to announce the weather. About an hour later he went off the air for his lunch break, you knocked on the glass wall twice to raise and show him the tin plated lunch box containing his favorite food âdarling!â You called, voice muffled by the glass, he chuckles before getting off of his seat
-played a composition of his own that he made on his piano for you, teehee
-Calls you his Belle, since it means beautiful in French, itâs just one of his pet names for you along with sweetheart, darling, honey, Love and another one based off of your actual name.
-Very affectionate in a romantic way, wants to be seen as your Man, the guy who takes care of everything so you donât have to worry a hair (in a healthy way of course).
-Healthy masculinity!!! Very chivalrous and if anything, he either tolerates or hates other men, heâs a girls guy! Evidenced by his overall presence on the show. A true gentleman indeed.
-Began to gift you Roses or just about any flower bouquet every week ever since he received his first paycheck, he appreciates you and wants to show you that.
-this man is the living definition of fluff, plenty of cuddles in bed, he'll always make sure to say 'goodnight' and 'i love you' before spooning you and dozing off
-You remember the smell of some kind of foul stench permeating through the dark oak floorboard on the front porch at home during some point, you presumed that maybe it was a dead animal, like a possum.
âDarling!â Reader called out from the front porch, her hand on the copper doorknob to keep the door open âcome down, please!â They added with a hint of growing frustration
âYes, Darling?â Alastor immediately answered, not wanting to possibly anger his beloved wife âIâll be downâ the sound of him rushing down the stairs followed before he made his appearance before Reader âwhatâs the issue?â He asked with a smile, if he were a cat right now heâd have his ear perked up âit smells horrible, the front porchâ Reader informed Alastor, His smile almost faltered for a split second but the expression in his eyes that darkened remained for a few more.
âI think a poor possum made it itâs home and decided itâs where itâll rest for its last dayâ reader crossed her arms before sighing, pitying the theoretical reason for the smell âIâd go down there and get on my hands and knees to maybe pull it out of its misery hole however I fear I may not be able to handle the sightâŚâ she paused before her sympathetic expression turned into one of disgust âand smellâ she finished âcould you do it for me?â Reader requested, voice purposefully intending to make sure he does the task.
âWhy, of course, of course Darling, Iâll do it later this eveningâ he answered right away.
Later on during that said evening, right after eating the dinner he had served for the both of you, he quickly did his share of dishes to wash and then left through the front door to take on the rancid task. Unbeknownst to you is that what was truly the reason for the smell was a rotting human corpse he failed to dispose properly from two weeks ago. Amateur mistakes.
He had done the unthinkable not too long after his mother passed and he began to work as a radio host, he was in a very dark place and he couldnât help but satisfy the fantasy of tasting human flesh, especially the one of those meant to be damned. He served it to you too, made it into a stew, he claimed it was pork after he made you guess, you didnât even suspect the dirty at all, if anything, you enjoyed the meal, The sweet taste lingered in your mouth, had stained your tongue, and you liked it so much that you asked Al âcook it again whenever you can? Just once more this weekâ and so, he did it again, and again, and again, it wasnât just limited to the stew, sometimes it was roasted, covered in sauce that burned your tastebuds in the most pleasurable way. You gained a little more weight in the span of just a few weeks, Al didnât mind that, he adored knowing that you share the same taste of food as he did. Overtime, his deer hunting trips became longer, he spent more time in the spacious shed by the home. Reader began to grow weary as more time passed, their husbands frequent hunting trips had made them suspicious of what actually happens, no longer being able to take it, they confront their husbandâ could it be that heâs seeing another woman? Itâs a possibility she canât rule out, after all he is a charming man with manner, personality, and looks that kill.
Reader waits with anxiety pumping through their blood, a rope in their mind in the middle of a tug of war, itâs woven material under tense pressure in effort of thinking of a way to open the conversation. The grandfather clock set in the kitchen shakes her concept of peace as itâs pendulum swing side to side within itâs aged woodâ the front door creaks open, but Reader keeps her eyes down on the floor, her heart slowly moving lower before returning to its original place and just as sheâs about to take the stand and walk over to Alastor but the moment she looked up her heart stopped.
The sight of her husband wounded and covered in blood was what greeted her sight, an axe from their shed in his hand, his smile was manic yet his eyes showed shame âReaderâŚâ he croaked weakly, the frames of his glasses had been bent and itâs lens on the left side were shattered âmy loveâŚâ he inched towards her, his hands twitched and so did reader as he came closer âA-Al?â Reader stammered, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, every fiber in her body begging her to flee from the situation, she covered her mouth to prevent a gasp escaping her lips
âPleaseâ Alastor begged, a sliver of his humanity slipped through his cryptic voice.
How could you say no? To the man you loved so? You tended to his wound, besting that he doesnât perish from a mere infection, something that would most plausibly be the misery of a mother towards her child, not a wife towards her full grown adult husband.
âFuckâ Alastor hissed through his teeth as you gently bandaged him up with some gauze, you kept your head down, focused on getting the task done instead of sparing him a few seconds of being able to look into your petrified eyes, to which he was reluctant to do "I'm sorry..." He whispered as you finished "I truly am, reader..."
Was it out of fear? Love? Or a deep desire, a hunger for blood that drove her to where she ended up? Reader doesn't know, maybe it was everything, all at once. The smell of wet soil was what reader remembered as they assisted their husband, it was all so quiet, the two hours dragged by so slowly yet when it was all over it was as if it all happened in a few minutes. Alastor sighed as he finished burying the body with Reader "don't speak of this to anyone, not a single soul" he advised Her, She continued to stare upon the unmarked and discreet grave "I... In my defense, he was difficult" Alastor attempted to ease off the fear from his wife "He deserved it" he paused "he deserved to die" He took off his glasses, wiping it with a clean cloth due to it being fogged up by the unusually cold air "Lets go home, have some supper."
It took you a few weeks to accept your husbands behavior, his bloodied activities, and the knowledge that you consume human flesh almost on a daily basis, eventually, you assisted him during hunting trips, had more part in cooking such dishes. You found a will to live, and you continued to do so-- until the accident. So called karma which in your book was undeserved, was still set on your platter without any warning, uncooked, raw, bloodied, and with maggot s to "truly" show the nature of everything you and your husband had partaken in. But alas, why did they take him and not you? To watch your beloved Alastor, mauled to death by a group of hounds was a punishment from above, to see everything with your own two doe shaped eyes, their defense was that he was mistaken for a deer. A deer. How could anyone look at your husband and see a deer? His death had left you broken, the last of what remained of you had gone with the Louisianan winds, the very little light that was powered by your soul faded and what was left was the shell of the person you once were. You couldn't take it, the light that faded permanently went out as the noose you wringed around your neck tightened, you felt the air leave your lungs, your face going blue, your body gasping desperately for air like an animal despite you being sure of your end, Your feet numbed as it hangs in the air, no floor for it to reach, there's no going back. And you don't intend to. ever.
You find yourself waking in a dark alleyway, the sound of clamoring and chaos in your ears ring. Welcome to hell.
-it didn't take long until you found Alastor, especially with the fact that he has involuntarily been given the form of a terrifying wendigo-like demon and you yourself had become a far cry from what you physically used to be, however the insides remained the same taste to the soul, you immediately clung onto Alastor from behind him, thank goodness that you were able to slip into the casino despite your lowly infernal status
"what" Alastor looked over his shoulder and right back at Reader while in his seat, Reader had interrupted his high strung game of cards with another overlord by the name of Husk, the dark yet lavish establish was a difficult task to simply enter. Alastors eyes stared at her in confusion, not able to really remember who she is, just as he's about to pull away from Reader and probably summon souls contracted to him in order to rid of her, Reader whispered while hastily cupping his face in her hands "Darling, it's me..." Pure love emanates from their voice, a tone of desperation is palpable as well, her eyes not only speak the truth but the way her touch feels and the way her lips shook in a state of undying affection ignited something in him "Reader?..."
"excuse me, what the fuck is going on" The supposed Husk Alastor was playing a game with interrupted in turn of you interrupting his very serious game in which he was really anything but... Serious from what you observed earlier in the crowd, his whiskers twitched in annoyance as his wings flared
"this is my wife, Reader" Alastor formally introduced her with that smile of his which only made Husks aggressive attitude worsen, he took a good long sip from bottle of beer before playing his next card. You witnessed the entire game, even applauding at your husbands growing excellence, that was until you noticed such foul play only visible by the short instance where you had dropped an item your eyes watching the cards change in almost a flash that could easily be missed by a moment where ones eyes were closed. But of course, it's your husband, and you're his wife, both willing to give everything up for one another.
"shit..." Husk whispered under his breath as Alastor grinned at his helpless situation, overcome by anxiousness, fatigue, and a drunken state caused by hours of this game with Alastor causes him to inevitably lose. You were there, there to watch him sign the papers giving Alastor ownership of his entire being, the ringing of radio frequencies lingered in your ears yet fear did not overcome you, instead a sense of admiration for Alastor did.
-Unlike many overlords who had found themselves wedded to one another, you and Alastor lasted, besides you're both very old timey, no such thing as divorce was a discussion between the two of you and each time it ever was it was ridicule for those that participated in it for such small reasons (yes, y'all are old timey đ)
-Alastor usually has raw deer in the morning, at first you weren't very keen on trying but you did try it some time after, it wasn't very bad considering how you had a preexisting history of cannibalism it was just that you were reluctant to try due to its uncooked nature.
-Alastor still cooks for the both of you, he isn't much of a big fan of cooking the head but he'll sometimes do it out of "sheer absolute boredom!" Otherwise, he either discards it or makes it into a decoration
-ohhh, now we're getting to the nasty, quick disclaimer, you can feel free to ignore this part of my post but do leave a like or even reblog it'd help a lot! (Gotta make followers somehow đ I have a family to feed-- IM JOKING, but seriously, I need followers, teehee~ I genuinely feel like a hobo on the streets doing comms for a dollar at most lmao)
-Sorry, the reader is the one who initiates pretty much all the time, Alastors ace ass enjoys sex but isn't really looking for it đ. He appreciates it tho!
-Virgins 𤏠(who am I kidding, it's the 1920s)
-i like to think that on the honeymoon night (which btw was held in a pretty discreet cabin in the woods) was really awkward, he just stared at you and you stared right back at him for like thirty minutes in the bed
Reader cleared her throat as she gave an expecting look at her groom which was returned with a confused one, Alastor swallowed his saliva nervously, his eyes darting from wall to wall, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. Reader crossed her legs in an attempt to draw attention to her gams-- which she very much thought was very nice, Al pressed his lips together, not really doing anything which only played with readers patience even more, it soon became clear that she had to be the one to take the reigns.
"So, Alastor" Reader whispered seductively, voice oozing with the need for a special kind of attention, she bats her eyelids a few times and runs her hand starting from her though and ending at her waist, causing her silk night dress to hike up, revealing the forefront of her pussy. Alastor isn't really impressed.
Reader clears her throat "it's a gift" she said flatly which alarmed Alastor right away "of course..." He responds coyly, cheeks flushing as he rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand "well..." He doesn't want to disappoint her
'you piece of shit, be a good husband' he thought to himself, if his exterior had those very ears he adorned in hell they'd be folded down in a mixed state of embarrassment and a shy approach to the situation
Once more, testing the patience of reader, but she holds it in, this is only the first of their many frustrations as a married couple, she scoots over to him "Let's make love..." Reader then tenderly peppered his neck in kisses before straddling him in order to truly paint him in such acts, Alastor grunts from the unexpected move, letting her do her thing, it was all mainly just peaceful as he planned to not really do much in order to see where this All leads, which was the case until Reader began to bite and tug at the base of his neck and with enough effort she manages to leave a Hickey, followed by another, it's sensation was like none before for Alastor. That really turned him on. Alastors cock hardened and his hands held onto readers hips with urgency "m-mhh~" he noised like an animal that's desperate for such attention, he then squeezed Readers hips, his body reacting to all this brand new stimulation shes causing him now moving his hips in order to get some kind of satisfaction which wasn't enough at all, Alastor removed his night wear, revealing his tawny skin and rather skinny build before repositioning Reader, making her giggle in delight, it was his first time, he didn't really know any other position other than missionary. Alastor them removed the very last piece of clothing which was getting in the way between the growing heat him and Reader, revealing his hardened six inch with a slight curve to the side, making readers eyes widen at the pleasant surprise, she licked and bit down on her bottom lip as the physical longing killed her, he was really taking his time with it but she couldn't really blame him when his face somehow still manages to look cute despite the Lewd act about to take place.
Alastor humbly and very politely positioned himself between readers legs, kneading her thighs whilst slowly rubbing his eager size against her clit, spreading her heat and mixing it with his precum, causing reader to whine softly as her core begged for him to fuck her Sweetly right into heaven, soon enough he teases her entrance, making eye contact the entire time, his eyes visibly dilated at the sight of reader in such a compromising status before him "Ah~-- Alastor~" she moaned, which only motivated him even more, he then slowly pushes his length in, inch by inch, it's amount of girth stretching reader out in a painfully yet pleasurable way "R-Reader~" Alastor whimpered at the feeling of her pussy hugging his cock tightly, he then began to gently pump his cock in and out of readers wet and freshly deflowered hole, her sugar walls squeezing and milking him out as if hes the only man on earth "n-ngh~" reader then moaned once more as He began to pick up the pace, still keeping his gentle treatment, the sound of wet skin against skin soon filled the room, readers hands holding onto Alastors back, then leaving scratches that only added to the immense pleasure that he got from lovingly fucking reader
Alastors hips began to stutter and jerk, slowly thrusting, his movement becoming sloppy before groaning and finally releasing his seed into readers womb, making him sigh in contentment before flopping onto his side in exhaustion, placing Reader next to him in order to allow maximum aftercare and cuddles, he lazily but firmly kisses reader on the cheek "I love you, darling..." His voice breathily expressed, both of their sweats mixing together in the heat pod they had just created in bed
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