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bananadramaaa · 15 hours ago
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I wanna live in the timeline where your Murder Besties AU has its own show. Please please please please please please please.
Oh, I wish. It would be a short series with pure chaos flavor.
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cinnamon-galaxies · 2 days ago
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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲
(human!Alastor x f!reader drabble)
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Some poetic and reminiscing thoughts from (human) Alastor about his darling-doe. This is unlike anything I've written before. Honestly, I’m not even sure what this is. I wrote it a while ago when I was severely sleep-deprived.
I know he's no longer human in this, but he's telling us about a time when he still was. That's why I tagged it as human!Alastor.
CW: Possessive thoughts, mention of murder and manipulation
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I remember the day I first saw you so clearly as if it didn’t happen almost a hundred years ago – back then, when we were still human, nothing but mere people made of flesh and bone, born to live, and living to die. Oh, what a beautiful sight you were, so beautiful – the most beautiful creature of them all. Not only your face resembled the image of a goddess, but your soul shone so bright it made even the darkest of times turn day. You were a true angel sent from heaven, a kind soul and oh so fragile. Glancing into those beautiful doe eyes of yours made me want to ruin you. To take you with me, poison your every being and make you mine – and mine only.
It feels as if it was yesterday that you introduced yourself to me. That radiant smile on your lips, those long lashes framing those shining eyes like they’re the most valuable painting in this world, and I've lost myself in you. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Things, I didn’t even consider I was able to feel – because I never felt them before. I've heard those tales. Even read those tales about unconditional love. About how the heartbeat increases whenever you’re close to the one you desire. About how much you crave their touch, their voice, their love – completely and utterly devoted to the one person in this world. One out of billions of people. But I never dared to think I would ever feel the same. Did I feel the same? I was obsessed with you; wanted to possess you in every way possible. And when those full lips of yours parted and your angelic voice entered my ears for the first time, you already had it all. And I knew I wanted you to be mine – and mine only.
Were you fascinated by me? Oh, you were. I saw it on your face. In the tiniest details that betrayed your overly polite expression that you so strongly tried to keep professional. I saw that you were intrigued the very moment you laid your eyes on me. It was like fate had sent you to me. Like my mother in heaven twisted all the odds in my favor, just so I could meet you. Oh, the way you smiled at me. The way you looked at me. How your voice slightly raised when you spoke directly to me. It made my heart flutter and it filled me with an emotion I never thought to ever be able to feel my whole life. And I wanted you to be mine – and mine only.
We met again, after that night. More often than appropriate. In parks, at the bank of the Mississippi, at professional events and at a restaurant I so carefully chose. One that I knew would only serve the best of New Orleans’ cuisine. To make you acquainted with my home and my culture. To prepare you to be on my side. I saw you once, I saw you twice. I saw you an umpteenth times. And yet I was waiting for the perfect moment to ruin you – to make you mine – and mine only.
Were you as corrupted as I? Were you – beside your angel-like nature – capable to make the change, to become one like me, and sacrifice your very being to the darkness of twisted human nature? The desire to kill, the desire to hunt with you grew with every passing day. Day to day I've been waiting for the moment. For the perfect opportunity to make you see my true nature. To make you see my grim twisted morality, to make you see my darkest of secrets, to make you accept it with a smile, to make you succumb to your own darkness, to make you fall, to make you mine – and mine only.
The night we first shared a kiss felt like a dream. An oh so beautiful, yet so tragic dream – because I knew that once your lips touched mine, everything between us would change forever. I remember how you stood before me, much like the day we met, though that angelic smile of yours was replaced by a warmth that exceeded every ounce of adoration you gifted to me before. And then you leaned in, and we kissed. That feeling of your soft lips against mine wasn’t anything like I imagined before. It was so much more, an overwhelming explosion of fireworks. Oh, the hunger that roared on my inside, the need to pull you closer and take everything of you – in this very moment – was unbearable. But I waited. Because at this moment I already knew you were mine – and mine only.
Oh, you were my darling.
My darling-doe.
My angel.
My everything.
And now, I will make you fall.
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redfoxwritesstuff · 3 days ago
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Knife's Edge (Human Alastor x Reader)
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CW: Knifeplay, stranger sex, smut, creampies, dub con Rating: Adult Summary: Stepping away from the party, you tried to get some are. It's a chance encounter with a dangerous stranger that leaves your dress ruffled, your panties missing and you facing some new facts about yourself. Requested by: @nyx-umbrakinesis
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The clicking of your heels against the stone floors echoed down the silent hallway as you fled the party. The skirt of the gown was heavy, hanging down around your hips, swaying with each step. 
It was outdated, and you hated it, but it was the expected style of dress for a high society event.
What wasn’t expected was the man that came running down the hallway toward you, dark brown hair bouncing as he looked over his shoulder. You didn’t know him and he looked terribly out of place. That didn’t make him any less attractive. If anything, the out-of-place nature of his appearance, well dressed but skin a touch too dark for someone who would be invited to such an event, made him even more alluring. 
“Excuse me?” your voice was high, pulled tight with confusion as he swept you up in his arms. “Do I know you?” 
“No,” the man hissed, voice rich and warm. He spun you away from him as he danced, taking a moment to pull from his sleeve the hilt of a blade. Red smeared along the sharp cutting edge.
“Are you hurt?” You asked, gasping as he let the blade fall into his sleeve and taking you into his arms again. 
“You’re going to play along,” the man whispered as he held your body closer. “You’re going to play the part of my prospective partner. If anyone asks, we’re courting and I’ve been with you all night.” 
“I know you,” you whispered, placing his voice. “You’re the radio host- Alastor, isn’t it?” The man spinning you to the music in the hall cursed under his breath in a language you didn’t know but had heard plenty of times in the shops. “Why do you have a bloody knife?”
“Shh,” Alastor soothed, “If you don’t want to get hurt, you’re going to do everything I say. You can play the part of my lover, can’t you?” 
“Did- did you hurt someone?” You watched his eyes sharpen at the question, “Oh god, you did.” 
“No one will believe you,” Alastor said, as he spun you around again and again. “No one will believe that I was here. They’ll think you’re just a silly woman.” 
“What did you do?” You whispered as bodies moved together. 
“I did what had to do,” Alastor said, watching as you softened in his arms slowly. Your relaxation ended as a scream cut through the halls. “Well, that took less time than I hoped.” 
Alastor pushed you, using his body to guide yours back and back until you crashed against the wall. You trembled in his arms, but he could see excitement mixing with fear in your eyes. 
“You like this,” Alastor whispered as he pulled the knife from his sleeve again. “So, I don’t think I need to tell you how imperative it is that you be quiet and play the role of a lover. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“I-” you gasped as his nose ran along the side of your neck, breathing in the soft smell of your skin. 
“I don’t think that’ll be hard for you at all.” Alastor sighed, pressing his body into yours. “I’m going to kiss you now. If you do anything to raise their suspensions, I will kill you, too.” 
The sharp point of the knife pressed against the skin of your neck, an icy reminder of the danger you were in. Alastor’s lips slanted over yours, burning heat in contrast to the cold danger. You stood frozen in his arms as he kissed you passionately. 
Your inaction rewarded you with the biting tip of the knife pressed into where the swell of your breast peeked out from the top of the dress. You gasped as he kissed you, only to have him deepen the kiss. 
The warning had been well communicated. He didn’t have to tell you twice. The rough weave of his shirt, not nearly the same quality as the fine shirts worn by men invited to the party, was warm under your hand. The heat of his skin soaked into it. 
You took in the feeling of his biceps, arm curled to hold the sharp point of the knife to your breast. Your other hand rested on his chest, running up the firm muscles of his chest. 
Eyes fluttered closed as the dangerous radio host stole your kiss. It was wrong, but feeling that cold knife blade pressed against your skin stole your breath in the same way his lips moving against yours did. You wanted more and more if it. 
It was wrong, but you wanted it.
The wall was hard against your back. Alastor pressed into you, kissing you deeper. His lips parted, taking your lower lip between his. He wrapped his hand around your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his legs as he pressed into you. 
It was scandalous. This wasn’t how one behaved at such events, but… you knew they did. Couples snuck away, got too close in the halls. You wouldn’t be the only ones. The only difference was Alastor was a stranger with a bloody knife. 
“Does anyone look out of place?” Security staff were talking as they walked by. 
“We need to call the police.” The other man insisted. “A man is dead.” 
“Quiet down,” the first man snapped, “people will hear you. If we call now, the party is over.”
“I know but-” Alastor pressed harder into you, stealing any question off your lips as his tongue swept into your mouth. You moaned, the sound traveling from your throat into him as he held you tighter. 
Alastor pulled you from the wall, easily moving you as if you weighed nothing. Then the wall was again pressed into your back, this time a few feet further down the wall. 
“They left,” you whispered as his lips latched onto your neck. “You can make your escape now.” 
“No,” Alastor nipped your neck as his hand left your thigh, “If I leave now it’ll raise red flags.” 
“Oh,” you sighed as the blade, warmed by your skin, moved over your chest, tracing your collar bone. “What does that mean for us?” 
The blade left your skin, something you found you missed as Alastor shoved you behind the curtain. He cut the tie, slicing the rope easily. Then he was kissing you again, lips running over your exposed clavicle. 
“I want you,” Alastor said, bunching your skirts up as the curtain fell around you. It would be clear as day that two people were behind it but no one would see you or what you were doing.
“Sir,” you were unsure what to say, heat rising high in your cheeks at the thought. The blade ran over your exposed thighs. 
“You see,” Alastor spoke into your skin as his other hand cupped your breast, “If you dare tell anyone what you know, you’ll have to explain your absence from the party as well. What you were doing instead of reporting what you know.” 
His hand worked between you, blade slicking through your knickers easily. The fabric fell, ghosting down your legs as he worked the fly of his pants open. The tip of his knife ran against your thigh as legs pushed yours apart. 
“What if I don’t want you to?” The defiance wasn’t present in your voice, though you wished it was. 
The knife left your thigh. Alastor pressed the blade to your neck. You gasped as he ran his fingers through your folds. They slipped, smeared through slick folds. Shame burned at you, each caress of his fingers reinforcing the fact that you did in fact want him.
“Are you a virgin?” Alastor asked, working his cock from his pants. 
“I’m unwed,” you answered simply as his finger slipped into your opening, testing the tightness of your core. 
“So am I,” He laughed, “That’s not what I asked though.” 
“No,” you were shamed to admit it. If it was known, you wouldn’t be desirable on the marriage market and yet you knew the touch of a man. 
“Good,” Alastor kissed you as he lined the soft head of his cock up with your opening. The heavy skirts of your dress bunched between you, held higher as they were pinned between your bodies. “I’d almost feel bad if this was your first time.” 
You moaned, back arching as he pushed into your body. The thick shaft of his cock sank deeper and deeper, spreading you. He was gifted in both girth and size, spreading your walls over him and filling you. 
Every slow thrust into you pulled against your walls. The wide head of his cock ran over the sensitive walls inside you, hitting each nerve. You clung to him, fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes.
“You’re so tight,” Alastor whispered in your ear. Though he was fucking you, the knife remained pressed against your throat. The blade fought for your attention. “Are you sure I’m not your first?” 
“No,” you whispered, “So big.” 
Alastor chuckled, finding it amusing that all it too was to spread you over his cock to have you totally wrapped around his fingers. You would do anything for him as long as he kept thrusting into you. It was shameful, really, how easily the simple act of sex controlled one’s mind. He would never understand it. 
“That’s right,” Alastor cooed, running the tip of the knife down your chest as he pulled the bodice of your dress down, exposing more of your breasts. Women liked that, he knew, being exposed to their lovers. “You’re going to feel so good.” 
“Please,” your back arched, core fluttering as he worked through your walls faster and faster. 
His lips found yours, silencing your moans with a long kiss. The sharp blade ran over the swells of your breasts lazily, catching threateningly on the buds of your nipples. 
Each thrust was faster, harder than the next as he read the fluttering of your walls. You grew tighter and tighter, not needing much stimulation to drive you toward your orgasm. The forbidden excitement of the situation was more than enough to make up for the way he neglected your clit. 
“Are you sure you didn’t see anyone suspicious?” someone asked in the hall as Alastor fucked into your tightening cunt. You were far from the proper woman you looked like. No, you were getting off on the whole situation. 
“No,” another voice carried through the hall. “Just a couple necking. Looks like they’re still there.” 
“You’re so close,” Alastor whispered as he pulled your thigh tighter around his waist. “I can feel your body griping me, begging for more of me.” 
“Please,” you whispered, head falling back as he worked his cock through you again and again, “I’m so close.” 
“Just focus on me,” Alastor whispered, body moving against yours. The blade ran over skin as his lips ran over your neck. “Focus on the feel of me,” 
“Alastor,” you whimpered, body clenching around him. 
“I know,” he shushed, cock twitching inside you as he worked you closer and closer, “I know. I’ve got you. Let go.” 
“Ah-” You curled around him as the waves of pleasure ran through you. “Ah- ah- Alastor.” 
Your body gripped him, core caressing his cock in waves. The sucking feeling of your cunt trying to milk him pushed him over rather unexpectedly. You were just so damn tight; he wanted to remain inside you. 
He knew better. He should pull from your warm, caressing body as his own pleasure crested. With a moan, he thrust into you harder. Each pump of his hips pushed his seed deeper and deeper as he shot ropes into you. It was careless, sloppy, but fuck, you felt so good wrapped around him. 
Each thrust after came slower as he caught his breath. You couldn’t help but admire the warmth of his skin, the relaxed smile on his face as he rode the aftershocks of your orgasm out. 
“There,” he said, lungs working to pull large gasps of air as he pulled back from you, softening cock slipping from your opening, “Now you’ve got reason not to tell.” 
“Where are you going?” you asked as his knife left your skin.
“You have no reason to know that,” Alastor said, tucking his cock into his pants before yanking your dress up over your breasts.
Leaning forward, he kissed you deeply one last time before slipping out from behind the curtain. You stepped out after, only to catch sight of him letting himself out of an open window. 
You were left alone with the memory of the feel of his knife against your skin, the taste of his kiss and the way his cock spread your walls for him. All you had was the memory… and the way his seed leaked from your stretched opening, running unobstructed down your legs as you walked timidly down the hall.
“Where have you been?” Your friend was quick to rejoin your side. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” you answered too quickly, face flushing. 
“There’s blood on your chest,” she whispered, leaning in.
“Oh!” You scrambled to come up with a lie, eyes fluttering up to look out the window just in time to catch sight of a man with brown hair slipping into the treeline. “My nose bled. I must have missed a spot, that’s all.” 
“Go to the powder room then,” your friend pushed you toward the hall. “And clean it up.” 
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labyrinthofsphinx · 3 days ago
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oh gosh. I'm so embarrassed. I meant, Vox what would you think of Al if HE was a woman? I'll go over in this corner now, with my bad sentence structure in tow.
Hey, no worries at all! All asks require a little bit of interpretation anyways. Anywho, here ya go:
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Hope it was worth the wait!
Also, Al…you’re going to melt his brain like that.
Thanks for the ask!
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iamalexart · 1 day ago
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Here I made some expressions of Al
(I noticed another few mistakes I’m sorry😭🙏🏼)
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amusingmusie · 3 days ago
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“You don't want it to end this way.
"What is going on? Tell me, Alastor, tell me now before this is ruined beyond repair! Give me answers! Talk to me!" you implore Alastor who looms in the doorway. Inky black shadows hover around his lean form, quivering and warbling while he twitches with the effort to come after you.
The edges of his lips curl upwards painfully. "If you have to ask-"
"No, fuck you. You don't get to finish that line. I'm done. Alastor, you're being unfair. This isn't funny. You're being mean."
You slide the engagement ring off of your finger and sling it at his feet.
It's done.
"...Are you forfeiting?" he asks softly. Something nasty is simmering beneath that gorgeous grin and honey eyes, you can tell. You're not blind to it, not now. "You signed the contract. You're playing the game until you admit defeat."
"No. No, you don't get to win." No, you won't give up and hand him this unfair triumph. Maybe he won this battle with your retreat, but he hasn't won the war. "I'm just done for now. Done until you can explain yourself and this mess, done until you'll hand over your secrets for me to hold."
A beat.
A breath.
A frown.”
Here you go, I spent way too long on this, it was supposed to be a comic, but I got really lazy. I wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading your story. I’m not an avid fanfic reader, and (in fact I think this is the only one I actively follow), but your story really drew me in, pun intended. Anyway, I wanted to draw this because that scene had me in a chokehold for the past week, and I succumbed to my self indulgence.
Also notes on the drawings;
1) The second panel is my favorite
2) Nel’s hair keeps changing size and I’m just realizing that now as a write this and it’s really pissing me off
3) I’m insanely proud of myself for drawing Al’s shoes, I’ve literally never rendered shoe before so I’m surprised it came out so good
4) The last panel was a pain in the ass because I couldn’t draw Al right without making him look stupid, hopefully I did him justice lol
(Btw the razzledax name is my alt account, I was planning on showing you this with that account because it’s for fan art, but apparently I can’t do that because I’m dumb and don’t know how to ask questions with my other pseudo. I’m no art thief!! Fuck that shit)
Consider my jaw officially dropped and on the floor. Holy SHIT. This is beautiful. Wow. Wow wow wow wow. Thank you so much, I'm quite literally honored to receive this.
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departedshadow · 2 days ago
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🎵Smile my dear, your never full dressed without one 🎶
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forest-mankey · 1 day ago
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Like father like son.
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I know people make Alastor a girl dad when they give him a kid and it’s cute don’t get me wrong, but I think story/character wise him having a son makes it more intriguing for me. Especially when you consider the theories that his father was abusive, so it kinda adds that little hurdle for Alastor on a deeper level for him. I get it also works for a daughter as well, but I already made a whole ass son for him so I’M COMMITTED.
I have lore. LORE!!!!
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alicethederpwastaken · 1 day ago
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New Orleans Magazine features a local celebrity
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the-stereo-demoness · 3 days ago
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MY HUSBAND-
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evevsy · 1 month ago
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reflection
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veramitar · 4 months ago
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Radio Man
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notherpuppet · 3 months ago
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I loveeeee @ lili6191’s comics of the demons meeting a humanized Alastor
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labyrinthofsphinx · 3 days ago
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wow damn, Al. So if you were a woman or at least somehow had the ability to make kids, you'd be already popping them out with Vox? How many would you want? If you could choose, would they all be daughters or would you be happy with a son or two? You could raise the boys with your own set of morals and they might not become dingy ass annoying typical men when growing up.
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Alastor, you are literally shorting out your TV (not) husband.
Also, maybe watch what you say out loud…
Thanks for the ask!
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russlanbf · 6 months ago
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Editing Human Alastor in the show screenshots
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ratsayssqueak · 6 months ago
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