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Have some incredible art by the amazingly talented @duhaerith from chapter 1 of my fic which I’m planning to drop today! I am living for simp!Lucifer help sdfvjkk 😩🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Static Hearts

a small little drabble. warning: possessive alastor

The air in the hotel crackled—literally. Not with electricity, but with the telltale sound that always followed him.

You were in the parlor, curled on a crimson velvet couch, absently reading a book from the dusty shelf, when the lights flickered and the temperature seemed to drop. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Darling~” came the silky, old-timey voice, dripping with amusement. “There you are.”

You turned just in time to see Alastor materialize from thin air, stepping through the shadows with that unnerving grin fixed to his face.

“In the exact same place you left me an hour ago, Al.” You closed your book gently. “Everything alright?”

“Now it is,” he said smoothly, strolling up to you. He didn’t sit—he never did anything normally—but leaned over you, bracing one hand against the couch, the other brushing your hair back from your cheek. “I just caught someone asking where you were. Too many questions. Too much interest. Tsk, tsk…”

You blinked. “Who?”

He waved a hand flippantly. “Does it matter? They won’t be asking again.”

That strange flicker of red danced across his monocle. You swallowed.

“Alastor…”

“I don’t like when people touch what’s mine, my dear,” he said sweetly, but his eyes were unblinking. “And you, my little songbird, are mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m yours,” you breathed.

His grin stretched wider. “Good girl.”

He kissed your knuckles like a gentleman from another age, but his eyes never stopped watching—possessive, wild, and hungry.

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“The Talk” Pt 3/3 🏙️

Part 1 | Part 2

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Silver Belle 🪽🎀🩶 young angel

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the dynamic i'm channelling in my fic Of Love and Longing 😏 ppl have been asking when i'll update - next chapter will be Fri, May 30!

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lets spend a sunny afternoon in the forest with mama

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Mr. Morningstar ⭐️

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Day Six: Dancing in the Rain

For Radioapple Spring Fling Week over on bsky!

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I can now draw him consistently yipee

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Timelapse 💖

I had so much fun drawing these 💞

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OH

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⚠️⚠️⚠️: mind the tags, please, and be respectful. if you don’t agree with the tags, don’t read the fic. thank you.

You eye her wearily "Hello... I'm Y/n and this is..." You turn to indicate Alastor who is looking at his new microphone rather annoyed "... Alastor…"

- scene from @chrism02's 19th chapter from their Alastor x reader fanfic called 'Bolt from the blue"

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Drunk in looooove 🥃💚

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Happy Ace Day! ♠️🩶🤍💜

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“Really? (◕‿◕✿)”

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Deer sighting 🦌

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AN UNEXPECTED DESIRE.

𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

The very idea had seemed absurd.

No, more than that—humiliating.

Him, on his knees, bowing to another’s will, surrendering to a carnal desire he didn’t even comprehend… The mere image of it made his stomach turn. He wasn’t a prude—Hell was a breeding ground for unchecked passions and creatures enslaved by their own impulses—but he had never been part of that spectacle. He had never felt the need. Never understood what was so pleasurable about such a vulgar display of submission.

And, above all, he had never imagined anything could tempt him to reconsider.

Yet here he was.

At first, he didn’t understand. He had wanted to try, yes, but only with the certainty that the experience would reinforce his disdain. A confirmation of his superiority, a reminder of his immunity to the weaknesses of others. But now, with his mouth on your skin, with the warmth of your body trembling beneath his touch, something inside him began to falter.

It wasn’t submission. It wasn’t weakness.

It was control.

Every shiver, every muffled gasp, every involuntary twitch was a direct response to his actions. Not to a carefully woven trick, not to a sly grin paired with a razor-sharp remark. No. This was you, unraveling under him, surrendering without the need for chains or contracts.

It was mesmerizing.

His lips curved slightly, never straying from the task he had scorned only moments ago. His tongue moved with newfound precision, gauging every reaction, fine-tuning his technique as though mastering a new and intriguing instrument. He had expected indifference. Perhaps even disgust.

But this… this was different.

When your fingers tightened in his hair, trembling, an instinct deep within him urged him to push you away. A reflex born of someone who had never allowed himself to be touched without first permitting it.

But he didn’t.

He remained still. He waited. He observed.

And then he felt it.

Power.

Not the power of a battle won, nor of prey caught in his web. Not the glee of a mocking laugh echoing through chaos, nor the satisfaction of a deal sealed in blood.

This was a different kind of power.

More intimate. More subtle. More dangerous.

Because he liked it.

Because, against all logic, against every taunt he would have hurled had he seen someone else in this position, against every principle he thought he had…

He wanted more.

And Alastor had never been one to deny himself a new favorite pastime.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.