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Alastor being in full Dad Mode unprompted

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Messy doodles of tiny Alastor, since he was left out in that other one I posted lol.

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We are making a marriage proposal to Alastor 💍💍💍🎉🎉

I feel like he doesn’t take it super seriously? (He’s an old fashioned Man, HE wants to propose to you)

If you proposed as a joke, he’d still wear the ring, half to show off that he belongs to you (and you belong to him) but also to remind himself to get you a proper one soon 🥴

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alastor emotion sketches bc he’s such a stupid guy to draw. he’s like. a spiked punt-able ball. also one sketch with cecil bc their such character foils to eachother. alastor is just pissed they dont see cecil smile (they cant unless they experience the genuine emotion and genuinely just have a hard time emoting at all).

(as per usual PSA: when i tag alastor x reader this in a queer platonic/just platonic manner. both of them would rather be shot point blank than kiss.)

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Aww ❤️ I really enjoyed drawing these two, and Alastor's smiles, at least for me, seams so genuine hehe

❤️ if you want to be hugged by the this deer ✨

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im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)

its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!

happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D

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Bro calm down it's your shadow💀

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Alastor when reader grabbed the legs

I cant remember if I posted this here or not lol

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall smut💦

Part 1 - Pretty in Red Part 2 - Liar Part 3 - A Tragedy

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Stop lying, Crosshair. We know how you really feel about Ventress

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Working hard or hardly workin' ey? Last sketch of the day! I slep nows qwq

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OH MY STARS...!! ❤️ w ❤️

I can't stop drawing this little jambalaya deer ❤️✨

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How do you think Alastor would act if the reader has a big scent kink? They like to sneak sniffs of him or if there’s ever a chance, smell on his discarded coat. His natural musk makes them horny!

Hazel Imagines…

Alastor would notice immediately that you are trying to take in his smell, as he notices anytime someone enters his personal bubble. I think he would do everything he can to just fluster you without actually saying anything. It’s amusing, almost cute. He definitely appreciates the non-sexual aspect of the kink. Just his scent to get you excited? He can offer that easily and without trouble.

You are looking at some books, Alastor decides to lean across you to grab something utterly unimportant and unnecessary to him. Neck practically touching your nose. “Excuse me.” Opens the book, watching you swallow hard. “Oops, wrong one.” How many books can be grab before you break and run away?

He sees Niffty returning clean laundry to your room. Alastor would slip off his bow tie and set it on top of the neatly folded clothes. He would watch you all day, your eyes avoiding him like the direct stare of an eclipse. How long would it take you to return it to him? How should he punish you for such a wait?

Everyone is gathered for a meeting in the lobby, Alastor ensures the seat beside him is the only one available to you. Jacket off, he rests his arm behind you on the sofa and watches you take poorly hidden deep breaths in. Your thighs come together.

Hell isn’t known for cold weather, but for fun he would slip is suit jacket onto your shoulders, his musk enveloping you. “Hold this, will you?” Whispered directly into your ear from behind. He would go to his room and wait. And when you finally find the courage to knock on his door and return the clothing, he’ll offer you a more intimate chance to appreciate his scent and the pheromones therein. Perhaps he could even manage to break a sweat in his efforts?

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I. CAN'T. STOP... ✨

And love it! I truly feel so happy drawing #Alastor, because it's been a while since I felt confident enough to share my artwork on social media hehe

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It was also made for smoochin imo

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They were great friends in the past…and Vox knows Alastor’s “superpower” 🤭

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The Importance of Aftercare [AU]

[AO3 Link] | [✨ Masterlist ✨]

18+ - minors do not interact with me or my content

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Tags: Fem!Reader, NSFW, BDSM, drawing blood (teeth/claws), breath play, creampie, Alastor's shadow, rough sex, aftercare

A/n: I adjusted the formatting of this little headcanon fic from a prompt into something more fleshed out 💖 Hope you enjoy!

Alastor has you bound to the bed, his shadow tendrils like icy shackles against your wrists, ankles, and throat. The radio demon circles you, a wicked smile on his face as he looks down at you with amusement dancing across his eyes. He loves to watch you struggle. Every beg and plead for him to release you fuels him. You come close to your freedom, only for him to pull you back down again, his cackle reverberating off the walls.

The demon crawls between your legs, and his teeth slice into your inner thighs without a single hesitation. He draws blood, your scream triggering a primal growl to escape from his throat. Alastor takes safe word usage seriously, but it's a game to him. He pushes you right to your limit, teetering on the line. He loves to see you squirming from the pleasure and whimpering from the pain.

He loves to see you on the brink of breaking beneath him.

He holds your pained gaze as his tongue grazes across your skin, lapping up the blood as he edges closer to your exposed heat. He stops just shy of it. His claws gently trace along your clit, and he basks in the noises you make when he applies just enough pressure that you're writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You're breathlessly pleading, your chest heaving with such desire that you can't take it anymore.

He waits a bit longer.

Your pathetic whimpers and bargaining remind him of the countless souls who have begged him for their lives. Nothing ignites his desire more than that.

Alastor climbs on top of you, his shadowy tendrils pinning your neck and forcing you to lock eyes with him. He's consumed by the ecstasy painted across your face when his cock pushes through your folds. His maniacal chuckle rings through your ears as your vision blackens. He loves the way your face twists when you're robbed of oxygen, overwhelmed by his monstrous length stretching you out, inch by inch.

The deathly hold loosens the hold around your neck, but you’re only given a moment to gasp in a breath before he starts fucking you relentlessly, finally feeding into your desperation.

Alastor wants to hear who you belong to, over and over again. He grows more feral with each "I belong to you, Alastor" as you fall further and further into subspace. His eyes blacken, the horns on his head jut out violently, and his radio-filtered snarls echo off the walls of the room.

The demon is enthralled by the way you submit further for him.

He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and desperate.

You want more.

You crave more.

You *need* more.

As if reading your thoughts, Alastor lifts you up with his shadow, flipping you over to take you from behind - his favourite position.

He wants to fuck you like the animal you are.

Alastor sinks one set of his claws into your waist, intentionally carving through the skin. A growl rumbles in his chest when he hears you cry out. His other hand reaches up to pin your head to the pillow, and you feel the hair ripping from your scalp as he hungrily bucks his hips against your ass.

Your hand slides between your legs to massage your throbbing clit. Alastor’s claws retract from your waist to clasp your your wrist preventing you from chasing your own release.

"Ah ah ah," he tuts, static crackling through his voice like a raging fire, "you'll cum when I tell you to.”

Alastor is driven wild by the way you beg, plead, and bargain for your release when you're right on the cusp. His thrusts become more aggressive as he feeds off of your desperation.

The demon pulls you up by your hair to hold you against him. He wants to see your face when he allows you your climax.

The smell of fir assaults your senses as he his lips press against your ear, "Cum, my doe.”

The walls of your pussy clutch Alastor’s cock when the orgasm rips through you. A violent growl rips through him as itIt pushes him over the edge, his seed spilling inside of you.

He loves the idea of filling you up and marking you as his own - physically laying claim to his possession.

Alastor doesn't take long to shift into aftercare mode when he notices you trembling. The tendrils release their hold, and he picks you up, pulling you under the covers with him to cradle you against his body.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summons a gramophone, playing soft jazz that echoes through the vastness of the room as he runs his fingers through your hair. You sit like that for a few minutes while you bask in post-orgasm haze together.

Alastor confirms your boundaries; he ensures that, despite everything, you feel safe. It doesn't matter to him how long he's known you - he'll check in with you again and again. He'll listen to your words, your feedback, all while cradling your face as you look up at him.

He continues to listen while he cleans and bandages your lacerations, apologizing when you flinch from the acrid bite of the antiseptic. He'll whisper to you- only you - about how beautiful your body, your flesh, and all of you looks, as he gingerly runs his claws against your skin. He's captivated and almost giddy by the way you let him leave his mark on you.

Materializing your favourite pajamas, Alastor puts them on for you, careful not to disturb any of the still-raw injuries he's decorated your body with.

You place your head on his chest, and he runs his clawed fingers up and down your back.

"Good girl," he whispers, his mellifluous voice coating your ears like the sweetest honey as you surrender to sleep.

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If you're looking for something fluffier, check out my multi-chapter Alastor x Reader fic

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If you want to read about some Lucifer aftercare check out the original fic

The Importance of Aftercare

From One Hell to Another

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Alastor looks so hot in this. I believe this was made by @notherpuppet. Correct me if I’m wrong, or if anyone knows who the artist is please tag them! :)