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My Pope Cody headcannons - 18+, MDNI!

୭̥Pope Cody who loves to spend his days between your thighs. He often makes you late to work or to pick lena up from school because he can't pull himself away! ୭̥

୭̥ Pope Cody who buys you everything you want. He knows you have your own job but he gets off on being able to provide the woman he loves with everything she could ever want and you're not complaining! ୭̥

୭̥ Pope Cody who possessively stands with a hand on your waist or ass anytime you guys are out in public. He trusts you, you know that. He just doesnt trust the disgusting men that always look your way when you step outside in anything revealing. ୭̥

୭̥ Pope Cody who has a staring problem. Even before you guys started dating he would burn holes through your clothes, your head and any other men who would even breathe near you. Now that you guys are together, he uses the same stare to defend you against creeps in public. ୭̥

!! (NFSW) !!

A 18+ Radiostatic fanfiction

Part One/Part Two

Words: 1,428

Warnings: Explicit language, dubcon, 18+ scenes

This is the end of this series for now, but I might make a sequel in the future? Anyway, more smut this time, enjoy!

When Alastor had taken Vox’s old body, he hadn’t thought much past using it as the occasional punching bag, or finding a way to humiliate Vox with it in the future.

Imagine his surprise when it first started moving.

For the first week he had kept it in one of the hotel’s closets, checking on it almost constantly.  But after proving without a doubt that Vox couldn’t see or hear anything, he moved it to his tower with… mixed results.

He’d often come back to find it on the floor, or attempting to move about.

Despite these inconveniences, Alastor quickly grew accustomed to the headless body, even venting to it from time to time.  It was like the early days of his and Vincent's friendship, except without those annoying quirks that had driven them apart in the first place.

He had even taken to dressing him up in those sweaters Vincent used to wear and taking him on walks around the hotel.

It had started to become so integral to his days that he would walk with Vincent everyday.  But he had to start limiting them after almost being caught by Charlie.  It turns out it’s much harder to hide a body when it continues to move about.

He has a sneaking suspicion that Angel knew after an off comment, but the spider knew better than to say anything to Alastor directly.

Alastor had been thoroughly enjoying his new companion until tonight.

Alastor wouldn’t call himself the jealous type.  No, to be jealous you had to care.  What Alastor would call himself was possessive.  He liked having this little part of Vincent all to himself, to control completely and utterly.

He had been writing the script for his next broadcast when Vincent’s body had started to move from the relaxed position Alastor had arranged it in.  It arched, baring its neck in a way that Alastor did not like.

With a pinch to the side the body had jolted and stopped its suggestive movements, making Alastor grin.  “See?  It’s so much easier when you behave isn’t it Vincent?”

He had left his tower to help Charlie was another one of her ridiculous escapades, thinking that while the earlier incident had been peculiar, it wasn’t going to be a recurring problem.

That was until he returned home to find Vox’s headless body gripping onto the couch, shaking as it thrust its hips into the air, grinding into nothing but its jeans.

Alastor’s blood ran cold, unable to move past the doorway.  He stood there, cane in hand as he watched Vox’s body twist and writhe, trying to grab onto someone that wasn’t there.

He could see the exact moment Vox’s hips stuttered, cumming from seemingly nothing and ruining the jeans Alastor had so carefully dressed him in.

It had taken an enormous amount of will power for Alastor not to rip apart the body then and there, but he had never been one to recklessly destroy something that he could use.  No, Alastor had waited until he calmed down, and then made his way across the room.  He sat down, and waited for Vox to go completely still.

When Alastor was absolutely sure that Vox was done he walked over to the limp body, gently running his fingers down its chest.  His claws barely caught against the wool, a mere caress compared to what’s to come.

Alastor had never been completely sure if Vox was still connected to this body in any way, but after tonight he more than suspected.

 He slid his hand down to the crotch of Vox’s jeans, his earlier discharge seeping through and ruining the pair Alastor had so carefully picked out.

“If that’s how you want to be, I guess I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands.”  Alastor hummed, unbuttoning the jeans.

Alastor himself never felt the desire to be intimate with anyone, and he doesn’t think he ever will, but the idea of tormenting Vox like this… Well, it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

After getting Vox’s pants off and spreading his legs, Alastor had just stared for a moment.  He couldn’t help but chuckle at what he saw.  He knew Vox created all his own bodies to be “perfect”, but the streamlined black and blue cock reeked of desperation.

Alastor slowly wrapped his hand around it, leaving it there as he marveled at how large it was in his hand.  What does Vox even do with something this big?

It slowly started to harden under Alastor’s attention, and when he squeezed Vox’s body started to twitch.  Good.  He could only hope that wherever Vox was now, he was awake to feel what was happening to him.

Alastor waited a minute, watching as an off colored substance started to leak from the appendage.  As it increased, a bead of it dripped down the side and rolled over Alastor’s hand.

He wrinkled his nose with disgust, but didn’t stop.  No, the slight twitching of the hard cock in his hands told him what he was doing was working, even if it was disgusting.

Alastor laughed as Vox’s hips desperately tried to twitch up into his hand, and Alastor quickly stilled the movement by digging his claws into Vox’s hips.

For a moment longer Alastor just stared.  Somehow, he felt more powerful than he ever had, with Vox squirming under his touch.  A new feeling of power fueling, he slowly started to move his hand.

The cock was surprisingly warm under his touch, twitching and leaking with every completed stroke, the fluids making each glide of his hand smoother.

Alastor couldn’t help but to chuckle.  “So Vox~  Is this how you imagined it when you asked me to be your partner all those years ago?  Did you think of me as some cheap whore like that pest you keep in your bed?”

The fact that Vox couldn’t respond only fueled Alastor’s sadistic enjoyment.  “That’s right, you’re mine. You always have been, haven’t you?”

His pace increases, and he lets Vox thrust up a little, enjoying how eager he seemed for Alastor’s touch.  “That’s right… go on.”  He purrs, noticing the tension forming in Vox’s body.

Vox’s cock twitches once more before releasing, spraying Alastor in the face and ruining his clothes.  “Ugh-”  Alastor pulls away to wipe off his face, but jolts as Vox’s body suddenly sits up.

He doesn't have enough time to pull away as Vox’s hands shoot out, grabbing Alastor by the shoulders and flipping them, efficiently pinning Alastor to the couch.

“Get off of me you uncivilized brute!”  Alastor  exclaims, reaching out to smite him, only to find his staff well out of reach.

Luckily, Vox doesn’t try to kill him straight off. Instead, he places one hand on Alastor’s chest, slowly moving the other one up past the first, feeling the cloth under his fingertips give way to the soft flesh of a throat.

Alastor could easily throw off Vox, restrain him and go back tormenting his former “friend”, but he hesitated.  After all, it might be entertaining to see what Vox decided to do next.

So instead he relaxed, laying back and letting Vox wrap his hand around his throat.  He chuckles, and Vox flinches as he feels the vibrations through his fingertips.

Vox releases Alastor’s throat, slowly trailing his hand further up until he reaches Alastor’s lips.  His fingers trace over them, feeling the shape of Alastor’s smile.  As Vox connected the dots, he moved his hand upward, finding the deer ears he had dreaded.

Vox’s body freezes, making Alastor wonder if it had malfunctioned before it collapsed in a heap, trapping Alastor.  He laughs after a moment, a look of endearment working its way onto his face as he holds Vox’s old body.  “Still can’t handle me after all these years, eh Vincent?”

Vox sits up abruptly, gasping for air.

His whole body was sweaty and messy, covered in his own cum.

If only Vox had known who it was from the start, he wouldn’t have started the disconnection process.

He mechanically goes about cleaning himself up, his mind racing.  Alastor had his old body.  Alastor had given him a hand job.

He almost short circuits imagining what it must have looked like.

After cleaning up and heading back to bed, he’s almost unaware of Valentino rolling over in his sleep and snuggling up.