Can I Please Request Alastor Who Made A Deal With The Reader? Kinda How You Did With Vox. Alastor Tries

Can I please request Alastor who made a deal with the reader? Kinda how you did with Vox. Alastor tries to keep his pride only to be put in place by the person in charge of the deal. I love your writing btw 💕

Alastor x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

OHHH YEAHH LETS GO

Warnings : not proofread, Exercising of Power imbalance

Reader in gender neutral!

Your pet was getting unruly, and needed a tighter leash so you came directly to him; without telling him beforehand. Dusting off your sleeve and clearing your throat you put on your best nice smile and knocked on the door; hearing a few voices start to react you hummed; the talking quickly came to a stop as you heard the knob turn. Then you heard his voice; a quite well hidden hint of fear in his voice as he ushered this girl away from the door; he insisted opening it and he did

"Ah! Hello friend! What may I do for you?"

You held back a laugh watching the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead; his cute little ears pulled back as you watched him almost snap a piece of the door off. You welcomed yourself in and looked around; uttering not a word to the Radio demon as you greeted the other residents; you heard a grumble from Husk and a static screech from behind you; the last thing Alastor wanted was you hearing something disrespectful. Especially since he can already tell you're in a bad mood. You watched the others observe you trying to understand why Alastor was so insistent on talking to you and him being the only one to.

You then turned on your heel, faced with the demon as your smile turned sinister; he could see the veins popping in your temple as you jerked your head to the side

"I'm gonna have a private talk with our dearest Alastor, I hope that's okay"

You then walked off the tall sinner right behind you; he was already starting with level headed apologies and explanations as you admired the decor in the hotel, humming along as your heels clicked on the hard floor. Alastor felt more uncomfortable by the second at your silence and passive body language after a while longer of walking you finally stopped; turning your head around to check if anyone had followed you.

"so you find this tacky hotel and suddenly you can do whatever you please?"

"by all means no!..I thought—"

Alastor's head throbbed in pain as his body was slammed into the ground, chest starting to heave as his eyes filled with alarm and fear, his clawed hand gripping the chain he was all to used to.

"you don't think you do as you are told, I thought you said you were a great listener."

Frantically looking around Alastor tried to find an excuse, something to say; anything to say but nothing came to him and he knew nothing was worse than anything; he clenched his jaw as it was grabbed by your hand; a gentle yet firm hold, you cooed at him; tilting your head as you stood in front of the kneeling man, you spoke softly.

"you're my favorite, and you are quite the sight for sore eyes; so, I'm giving you a warning and if you ignore me again-"

You kneeled down to him as tugged on the chain, a sadistic grin adorned your face as you booped Alastor's nose

"that chain will wring your neck in two."

"acknowledged.."

"Great, You are always so obedient."

You released the trembling overlord and ruffled his hair as you walked past him

"go back to your little friends before they get worried."

With that you were gone; a mocking laugh trailing after your presence. Lurking and watching for even the slightest mistake.

Authors note : idk how I feel about this 😮‍💨

Does anyone else get nervous when they talk with people who don't follow u 😭😭 like I low-key know it doesn't matter but it makes me insecure 😭😭😭

Hello! Not sure if you're taking requests, so do ignore this if you feel like it.

I adore your work sm!! Rewatching the Stayed Gone mv, Vox had a picture of a bootleg Alastor and pointing to his microphone were the words "dildo?"

Do you think you could write an Alastor x Reader, or just Alastor pleasuring himself with the microphone? (That sounds weird now-)

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

-🍺

Good Vibrations

the way I immediately knew what to do is proof of my depravity. I know it isn’t exactly what you meant but this is what I’m comfortable with writing. This was a quick little 30 minute write, I hope it still brings you joy 🎙️

After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, erotic but not smut?, smut is explicit, this is just horny, the microphone does in fact work, vibrator

Rarely was Alastor without his microphone. Even Vox made note of it. But, his voice sounded like it came from his mouth. Sure there was a radio affect to it, but he was a demon after all. You couldn’t figure out how it worked. Or rather, if it workedS

As you all waited to take your seats for dinner, Niffty having turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, you were caught staring.

“Is there something I can do for you?”, Alastor leaned down to meet your eyeline.

You blinked, “Oh, sorry. Just wondering if that even works.”

“If what works?”

“Your microphone.”

He knew it worked, of course. But your question felt… offensive. “Do you think I’d carry a functionless microphone around?”

Without hesitation you replied, “I do, yes.”

“Oh absolutely!” Angel pushed between you two.

“You do have a flare for the dramatic, boss.” Husk took his seat beside Angel.

Charlie nervously scratched her cheek, “I always wondered that too! But it worked in Cannibal Town, so I’m a believer now.”

“But wait-,” Vaggie looked to Charlie, “If it worked when you put it to your mouth why doesn’t he have to? It’s literally everywhere but his mouth.”

Alastor’s forced grin strained against this cheeks, black gums showing. You gave him a shrug and joined the group. He took his seat opposite you, pulling his chair in all the way.

You’d already forgotten the conversation when you felt something graze across your lap. Before you could investigate, Alastor spoke, “Why don’t we all say what we did today! I’ll go first!” Your knees shot up, knocking the table as his a strong vibration lit up your crotch.

Vaggie leaned in, “You good?”

Slowly, eyes wide, you looked up to meet Alastor’s wicked smile.

“I went downtown to grab a fresh cut of venison. Niffty makes the best venison roast this side of Pentagram City.” You white knuckled the edge of the table, glancing down to see the microphone resting between your thighs. The top was nestled firmly above your mound.

“Hmmm what else? Oh! I got some deviled eggs. My, what a treat. My mother made the best deviled eggs. You know-,” as he droned on, you tried to push your chair away from the table. “Ah ah! It’s so rude to leave while someone is speaking.” He leaned back, foot reaching under the table to hook around your chair’s leg and pull you forward.

“Aww Al, you never talk so much! This is great. What else did you do today?” Charlie rested her cheek on her hand, eyes sparkling at Alastor.

“I am so glad you asked! Let me think, hmmmmm” He drew out the consonant, the sound making a rougher vibration than others. You were hunched over the table, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. “Oh I went to— what is it called again? Ummmmm,” Your leg shot up again, the silverware clanking against your plate.

“Will you just fucking say it?!” You spit it out louder than you meant.

“Woah! That’s not very nice.” Charlie gave you a disappointed look, pulling a groan from you.

Angel looked over to you, “You doin’ alright? You’re like… sweatin’.”

“What indeed, Charlie. Well, anyway! I think I’ve made my point!” You felt the weight of the microphone slide down your thighs and past your knees. You took in a deep breath, finally able to relax your body.

“You’re pretty pale…”, Husk commented, “You sick or something?”

Angel pushed your hair from your forehead, “That face looks so familiar.”

Before you could answer, Alastor opened his mouth, “I think she should lie down. Allow me to escort you to bed, my dear.”

“You are so sweet today! I love it! Fuck yeah!” Charlie punched the air. Alastor came behind you and pulled your chair back for you. “Take your time, if she’s sick maybe she shouldn’t be alone.”

“If you say so!” With both hands on your shoulders, he guided you out of the room.

“He’s the best.” Charlie beamed, “Alright whose next?”

Winchesters x Ghost!Child!Reader: Come play with me?

Author: EdgarAllenPoes-Raven

Character: Winchester brothers

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None

Brief Summary/Request Prompt/Original Imagine: There has been reporting of the spirit of a young child asking people to play with her, its it just for an innocent game of hide and seek or is there more to it?

Dean took a bite out of his burger, ‘’Are you sure Sammy? I mean it’s pretty much a shot in the dark.’’

The boys had caught wind of a case in Illinois; the ghost of a young child has been terrorising many of the residents in a community. As far there has been no reported deaths but what the reports say is that the child invites people to play.

‘’I don’t know Dean, I mean we’ve looked into less.’’

‘’Little bit creepy don’t you think. Kid asking for people to play?’’ Dean shivered slightly. ‘’Maybe that’s why nobody has been killed, I mean no one has accepted the offer?’’

‘’So it looks like we’re going to have to stop it before it gets to that.’’

Sam was already busying himself with research pulling up all the information that he could find. There wasn’t much to go on at all there was a vague description of what the spirit looked like but not enough to get a positive I.D.  

Dean had suggested that they go and talk to the eyewitnesses in person to see if they could get anything from it. This time they were just pretending to be students from one of the local colleges, looking for a story to write in the college newspaper.

‘’First we talk to a Mrs Harlow, she was the first person to see the ghost.’’ Sam explained looking down at his phone, ‘’All the sightings are in this area. Most recent being two days ago.’’

They pulled up in front of Mrs Harlow’s house and rang the doorbell. Mrs Harlow was a middle aged woman with brown hair, ‘’Can I help you?’’

‘’Yes erm, I’m Dean and this is my roommate Sam and we’ve come to ask you a few questions about the ghost that’s been seen around here for our college newspaper. If you don’t mind?’’

‘’Oh no of course not, come in.’’

After offering them something to eat and drink Mrs Harlow sat down on the couch facing them. ‘’So what do you need to know?’’

‘’Start from the beginning.’’

‘’Well, I was outside and everything was fine until I felt this cold breeze and as I turned around there was a little girl stood behind me.’’

Sam interjected, ‘’What she look like?’’

‘’(H/L) (H/C) hair, I think her eyes were (E/C)? I’m not sure because she poofed from in front of me to behind me and then giggle. So I ran like crazy.’’

After thanking her for her time they moved on going door to door coming up with nothing. Most of the information was just being repeated all they had was a description and estimated age which was around seven. That was until they came to the last person.

‘’I know who she is.’’ The old man, Mr Jenkins, sat back in his chair, ‘’She used to live in this neighbourhood years ago.’’

‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Her name is (First) (Last). She was always such a playful child it was unfortunate that she died.’’

‘’Thank you.’’

Back at the motel Sam ran the name through his computer and almost immediately came across a newspaper article that was dated back to 1978. According to the article (First) (Last) aged seven died of a rare illness.

‘’So get this, (First) died in the family home from illness.’’

‘’So why is she back?’’ Sam shrugged his shoulders, ‘’I don’t know but I think if we hang around the neighbourhood maybe she might come out.’’

Dean rolled his eyes, ‘’Great so we’re going to be spending the night walking around. Awesome. You know where she is buried?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’Then why not just salt and burn?’’ Dean was slightly agitated. ‘’Because, I think there is something a little more to this story.’’

They made sure to pack salt rounds, salt, lighter fluid and the crowbars there wasn’t any chance that they could use the guns in a populated neighbourhood so they were going prepared. Dean was still pissed over the whole situation, moaning over ‘simple salt and burn’ and that they didn’t have to ‘seek the little ghosty’ Sam was having none of it there was something about this case.

Two hours had passed and still no sign of the ghost it was now almost midnight. Dean was growing more and more annoyed with Sam as time progressed and was just about ready to give up when they heard a child giggling.

Sam turned around and spotted (E/C) eyes peering at him from behind a tree, he smiled and bent down. ‘’Hey there.’’

‘’Sam what are you doing?’’

‘’Just trust me on this Dean.’’

She disappeared out of sight before reappearing right in front of Sam, causing him to jerk back. Dean was ready with the salt but Sam but out a hand to stop him.

‘’Do you want to play?’’ (First)’s head tilted to the side in an adorable way a small smile on her face. ‘’What do you want to play?’’ Sam asked in return your smile got bigger. ‘’Hide and seek!’’

Sam let out a laugh, ‘’Alright, you hide.’’ With a giggle she disappeared, ‘’Dude what in the hell are you doing?!’’

‘’Dean. Trust me.’’

Dean could hardly believe that he was actually playing hide and seek with a freaking ghost. He heard her giggling and looked behind the tree she was originally hiding behind, she let out a playful shriek before disappearing once again. What was the most weirdest thing? That Dean smiled.  

Sam found her hiding under a car she let out a giggle moving away from the hand Sam tried to grab hold of her with. The game changed from Hide and Seek to Tag, both Sam and Dean never thought they see the day that they would be playing tag with a spirit.

‘’Tag, you’re it!’’ Dean felt the cold linger from her hand as she tagged him, ‘’Not if I catch you.’’ She let out a shriek of laugh as Dean dived for her watching as he fell to the ground. (First) giggled, ‘’Come find me!’’

This time she disappeared after ten minutes of shearing and no giggling to give away her position. ‘’Where’d she go?’’

‘’There is only one place she’d go.’’

‘’Cemetery.’’ Both boys spoke at the same time.

Low and behold they found her sat atop of her grave stone, ‘’You found me!’’

‘’We sure did.’’ Sam smiled before he got a little serious, ‘’(First) why aren’t you resting?’’

Her smile faltered slightly, ‘’I got really sick and I had to stay in bed all the time, I even had to take time of school!’’ Dean let out a laugh, ‘’That bad huh?’’

She nodded eagerly, ‘’Mama and Papa where really worried they tried to make be better they really did but I felt more icky. I wasn’t allowed to play anymore because I was sick but I really really wanted to.’’

(First) Jumped down from the gravestone, ‘’One day I woke up and I was staring at myself, like a dream and I found out I died.’’ Her head cocked to the side, ‘’I felt better, didn’t feel icky anymore so I wanted to play. No one has ever played with me.’’

There was a small bright light that began to form behind her, ‘’What are your names?’’

Sam pointed to himself, ‘’My name is Sam and this is my older brother Dean.’’

The light got brighter (First) turned to look at it before stopping and giving the boys a big smile.‘’Thank you for playing with me Sam and Dean, it was real fun!’’

‘’You’re welcome (First).’’

‘’Goodbye!’’ She waved and the boys waved back. The light consumed her body before expanding and collapsing in on itself. They shielded their eyes from the light closing them tightly and when they opened them she was gone.

‘’Why can’t all our cases be like this?’’ Dean questioned, ‘’No going in guns-a-blazing just a simple game of hide and seek?’’

‘’I know.’’ Sam chuckled, ‘’I’m just really happy she’s at peace now.’’

‘’Me too little brother, me too.’’

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This was like the worst teaser ever! Like you can't just leave me like that!!!

Hybrid AU with Ragdoll!Reader and Siberian-mix!Konig

Reader is a rescued cat hybrid that Laswell's sister in law has been taking care of for the last 3 months. When she meets this little ragdoll kitty, so bright and friendly and curious, she immediately thinks of the 141. Hybrids have a lot uses in the government. Sometimes combative, sometimes therapeutic. The 141 could use a companion animal, given the close call Soap recently had and the general trauma the whole squad has.

With the kitty's permission and cooperation, they assess her as a possible therapy placement. She tests so well and so high that Laswell (again, with consent) immediately starts paperwork to place her with the 141 before even bringing it up to Price.

He's a bit skeptical at first. Even without being a combat hybrid, their jobs are high stress, very dangerous, and not very stable. But Laswell convinces him to at least meet Ragdoll.

They do introductions at the sister-in-law's house, where the kitty will be most comfortable. Ragdoll takes one sniff of him and starts purring like a little engine. He's visibly surprised, and Laswell can barely hold back her grin as the kitty climbs into his lap. They spend the rest of the afternoon discussing arrangements while his new hybrid naps because obviously he can't say no now.

Price becomes her primary handler. They move her to his barrack and give her a week to settle in, but she's not a skittish thing by any means. Wants to follow him everywhere, curls up in his bed, meows sadly at the door when he leaves her alone. It becomes clear very quickly that the usual introduction manuals are too slow for her.

Kitty meets Kyle next. Again, instant purrs. She presses her cheek into his palms, then wriggles her way closer to brush up against his cheek. Lets out a little "mrrp!" when he stutters out a pleasantly surprised, "hello there." She nibbles at the brim of his hat and grins when he gently redirects her, chirping at this fun new friend.

Two for two, Price and Kyle decide to introduce her to Simon and Johnny. They let her explore the common room first, get comfortable, and then call the other two in. Kitty watches from behind Price as Simon and Johnny enter.

Johnny is a dog hybrid with Simon as his primary handler. Price has faith that his sergeant will behave well with the new kitty, but he's not sure of what her reaction will be. Johnny's obviously, visibly excited, tail wagging, but Simon gets him to sit and wait while she makes the first move.

It takes absolutely no time at all for her to pad out from behind Price and approach. Simon goes first, offering a hand. But she barely even sniffs him before cuddling up to him, pawing curiously at his mask. He lets her, clicking his tongue when she dislodges it a bit, but then he gently nudges her towards Johnny.

His ears are perked forwards, tail still swishing. Kitty's ears are twitching, eyes big and curious. But her tail is up and curved curiously, not even a little fluffed. She gets in real close to his face, sniffs, then bumps her forehead against his chin. Which is when he loses patience and licks a big stripe up her cheek. She mews indignantly, ears going airplane mode, but thankfully doesn't swat at him.

It literally couldn't go better. She's a perfect fit.

Over the next few months she settles in with them happily, an absolute dream of a hybrid. Not very verbal, at least through human speech, but perfectly communicative and incredibly friendly.

She chirps whenever one of the 141 enters a room, has a different tone for each of them. Purrs if one of them so much as looks at her, all slow blinks and little smiles. Chitters when she sees them running outside through the windows.

Even grooming is relatively easy. She lets them brush out her floofy tail without much fuss, only trying to retreat if they catch a tangle. Readily gives up her hands to trim her claws. Even opens her mouth for them to brush off her fangs after raw meals.

She curls up with Simon on bad days, warm and purring, breathing little puffs of air against his collarbone. Lounges with Kyle after hard missions, nuzzling against him while he pets her soft ears. She spends hours upon hours in Price's office, curled up on his lap while he does paperwork or talks over the phone, kneading biscuits into his stomach.

Her friendship with Johnny is maybe the most surprising. They play wrestle just about every night, rolling around on the rough carpets in the common room and nipping at each others ears. She'll pounce on him, little teeth flashing, but almost always get bodied by his larger stature. The others will let them play until one of them - usually Johnny - gets too excited and makes the other yelp. At that point, Price or Simon will usually scoop one of the hybrids up and tsk at them for getting rough.

She's the 141's precious kitty, sweet and friendly and outgoing. The whole base knows her, though she's never far from one of her boys. And they know what it means if Ragdoll doesn't like someone.

It's rare, which is why it raises neon red flags. The first time is a new recruit that reaches to pet her without introducing himself first. She twists around on him, but usually even that would be recoverable. Except when he keeps trying to touch her, she gets a whiff of him and hisses, scrambling away.

The guy doesn't last long.

It happens again a few weeks later with a nurse meant to be giving her checkup. She gets low to the table, tail poofing up, and growls low in her throat. When the nurse rolls her eyes and tells Price to just hold his hybrid still so they can get things over with, he knows instantly that his little ragdoll was right to react that way.

With that in mind, it's no surprise that no one trusts Philip Graves when he visits their base and she takes an instant dislike to him. He introduces himself correctly, but she still hard reverses away from him, nose scrunched up. Ears back, tail fluffing up, she slips behind Price and glares from around his arm.

Problem is, Graves is used to dog hybrids. He's great with them. Kitties... not so much, even with a manual. Ends his week at the base with a couple of proper bite marks and an itchy scratch on his hand.

Given her reaction, Simon and Johnny aren't too shocked when he betrays them in Las Almas.

When a team from KorTac is scheduled for a joint assignment, the 141 is bracing for a similar reaction. Especially because they have their own cat hybrid - some big mixed breed.

Kyle even suggests keeping Ragdoll inside for initial introductions on the tarmac, but they all know that's not actually viable. Their kitty wouldn't talk to them for the rest of the day if they left her out like that.

So Price double checks that her little bell-collar is on and brings her out to meet the KorTac team.

Their cat hybrid is even bigger than expected - no wonder he's a combat placement despite being a domestic breed. He keeps his face hidden behind a big black hood with cutouts for his ears, fluffy tail slightly tangled-looking.

Price hasn't even finished introductions with the KorTac team when she makes a rolling little chur noise, bright and curious. The bigger hybrid zeros in on her instantly, ears flicking. She pads out from behind the captain and slips away before he can catch her. Any calls for her to come back are fully ignored.

She trots right up to the Austrian and mrrps again, pausing mid-step, waiting for a response. The other hybrid doesn't respond - at least he doesn't seem to.

"Sorry, kitten, but he doesn't really do the cat noises," Declan tries to tell her. But he's also ignored, and no sooner has he spoken than she's getting into the other cat's space, continuously making little "brr" noises.

And then to everyone's shock, he's bending down to greet her in return, nuzzling her cheek and forehead through the hood. She starts to purr, pressing up close, tail swishing lazily. A noise erupts from him, deep and rough, rattling in his chest. Johnny jumps and snatches at her shirt, dragging her back to the safety of their team.

She mewls sadly, arms extended to reach for him.

"He's growling, Doll," Johnny corrects, arms curling around her middle. For the first time ever she starts to wriggle. "He's too big for you to mess with."

"I... wasn't growling," the Austrian pipes up. "I apologizes if I caused alarm."

Johnny shoots him an incredulous look.

"Then what was that?" Kyle asks, confused.

"I don't... often purr."

Price takes one look at their still-wiggly kitty and the Austrian leaning towards her, as if wanting to follow, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Shit."