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alastorss · 1 year ago

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Hi! I hope you're having a good day! I've been thinking, how would Alastor react to the reader casually saying stuff like "I like your laugh, it's nice," and "You voice is really soothing," out of the blue.

a/n: oh i loooooved writing this ^ ^ he would 100% be the type to try and hide that he actually likes the compliments but fail miserably. thank you and i hope you like this!

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You'd like to say you know everything about Alastor, but that's far from the truth.

You know his mother's jambalaya recipe, sure, and that he takes his coffee black. You've memorized the intro of his morning broadcast, and learned the feeling of his chin propped on your shoulder.

There are pieces of Alastor you know like the back of your hand, but somehow you've never even scratched the surface of deciphering him. He was just like that, you suppose—an enigma wrapped in another mystery that would take a lifetime to unravel.

The only thing he liked more than his secrets was keeping them, after all.

And he especially enjoyed toying with you—dangling little tidbits of trivia about him in front of your face and snatching it away when you inevitably took the bait. He'd laugh about it, too, saying you were so adorable for trying.

For some time you had hypothesized that his ears were a good way of gauging his real thoughts about matters, but he was irritatingly good at controlling those as well. Not even the slightest twitch to give away his inner monologue.

"You are so annoying, you know that?" You once told him while brushing your teeth, words coming out muffled from your toothbrush. Minty foam gathered at your mouth while you glared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

He only laughed, as he always did, and propped his chin on your shoulder.

"How rude!" He chastised you playfully.

You leaned down to rinse your mouth. "I'm just saying," you muttered after standing tall again, "I wish I knew what was going through that head of yours sometimes."

Unsurprisingly, Alastor's expression was unreadable.

He opted to bite your cheek and walk away from the conversation after that, not bothering to enlighten you even slightly.

You watched him from across the bathroom, eyeing the way his shadow danced around him with a mind of its own before it disappeared into the darkness.

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His downfall began with a comment you made after you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

He had been reading the latest article about the Vees to you out loud, practically singing his amusement with how terrible this column had painted out Vox to be. With fame came criticism, of course, and Alastor would happily sit there and criticize Vox all day if he could.

Your head hit his shoulder quick and he sighed, ears perking at the familiar sound of your slowing breaths. (He didn't bother waking you. It's not like he had much else to do at the time.)

"Your voice is so soothing," you shrugged when you finally awoke. "The static is like... comforting white noise for me, or something."

'Or something?' he wanted to ask.

He didn't, because he didn't really care for an explanation further than that. (He definitely didn't avoid prying because he felt something warm in his chest knowing you thought that way about him.)

It kept happening after that, as much as he wishes it didn't.

Little comments you slid into conversation so casually—tiny compliments and teases that drove him up the wall. They were softening him up, flattering him in dangerous ways.

The demon felt his sanity wearing thin with each passing day, making tremendous efforts to hide the way your slips made him warm.

He's sure he is about to crack. At any moment, his ears will flick or his cheeks will cherub with genuine joy because you can't keep your words to yourself. But he's done well for himself thus far, pat on the back, for not gratifying you.

He mentally groans when you join him at the bar, eyeing his drink. "It's the middle of the day," you point out.

"And you've come to scold me?" He tuts.

"I've come to join you, actually."

Alastor chuckles, voice missing it's usual static filter. He reaches over to pour you a glass when you smile at him.

"You have a nice laugh."

He nearly shatters the glass in his hands.

You snicker quietly, leaning over the bar to creep under his face which is scrunched up in concentration.

"What's wrong? I like your laugh, you should do it more!"

Taking a deep breath, the Radio Demon reaches over to pinch your nose. You yelp and jerk away from him, glaring.

"Flattery will get you nowhere~" he sings.

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. There's a smugness to your gaze that makes him feel like a trapped animal, and he realizes that you've known all along what you've done to him.

"Oh, but I think it does," you laugh, nodding to his shadow burned into the floor.

Its smile is uncharacteristically soft, missing all semblance of its usual fangs and sharp edges. Howling in embarrassment, the shadow dives away, abandoning its owner to confront you alone.

All this time, his shadow had been the one betraying him. Through all the times he had forced his ears to stay rigid, with all the effort to maintain his mask of indifference, you'd seen where he had overlooked.

His jaw clenches so hard he can feel his teeth grinding into each other. "You are perceptive, my dear."

"No," you giggle. "You're just bad at hiding how you feel. I think it's cute."

Alastor glowers at you, but his ears flop back and forth atop his head at your praise anyway.

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nesryn-x · 11 months ago

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🩸🩸 BUTTER KNIVES🩸🩸

Human!Alastor x f!reader

blood / size kink / bitting / incorrect usage of knives / virgin reader / fucking in general / ALASTOR IS FILTHY AS HELL / porn with plot

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Your father always disapproved of him. A girl like you should never marry such man.

"A radio host? Pumpkin, you need a man who will be able to look after you when you grow old." Your father had said to you when you had gathered all your courage at dinner table one evening.

"But... I love him father..." You mumbled quietly.

"Love? You're far too young to know what love is. And besides, didn't you see at the ball how all the girls were looking at him? I can bet, that he looks at all the girls the same." Your father continued and dabbing at his moustache with napkin, cleared his throat:

"I must head out. Moon is out tonight and it's perfect for hunting. Lads will be waiting on me by now."

"Stay safe." Your mother kissed your father on cheek and saw him off. You were left sitting alone at the table, staring at your half eaten plate.

"Dont take it so hard, petal." Your mother stood next to you and gently run her hand through your hair.

"A man I respect is keeping me away from the man that my heart yearns for..." You sighed.

"Does father want me to marry someone I do not love? I'd kill myself in such marriage, mother."

"Don't even say such thing. You know your father is only looking out for you. For your future." Your mother said, trying to calm you.

"Alastor is also looking out for me." You narrowed your eyes at mother. With a hard look down at you, your mother advised:

"I think... It would be better if you did not see him anymore. Don't make your father angry, petal."

You looked up at her, not believing what she had just said.

"What..? Mama... How could you say such thing?" Your lip started to tremble. With blurry vision you looked around the table, butter knives shining in dim light. With angry huff you tried to brush your tears away and stood up, chair falling over in process. Your mother took a step back:

"Behave now." Mother said in sharp tone. You took a quick glance at the clock on the mantle piece and then bolted for the door.

"Where are YOU going at such hour?!" Your mother grabbed your hand before you even got two steps away from table.

"Clearly away from here." You spat, not breaking eye contact.

"You will sit back down, finish your dinner and go straight to bed." Your mother stated, her grip on your arm tightening. What she didn't notice, was how your other hand sneaked behind you and blindly reached for the first thing - the glimmering butter knife.

"I will not do such thing. Now. Let. Go." You said through gritted teeth.

"That's it. You insolent daughter." Your mother's hand reached up to grab your hair, but before she could do so - you were pointing the knife at her.

With wide eyes, both of you stared at the knife that was between you two.

"Mother.... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean--"

Your mother looked up at you and in one swift motion slapped you right across your face. With a cry you clutched your cheek and finally escaped the house. Leaving your mother to seeth back at the doorstep.

Quickly running down the front stairs of the house, you bolted across the yard. Ducked through the wooden fence that held your father's horses out of mother's garden, and run bare feet in the field. Trying to put as much distance between her and yourself.

When you finally had reached the other far off side of stockyard, you felt like you could breath again. Not bothering to climb over the fence you sat in the wet dewy grass and leaned against the fence pole. Distinct sounds of hunters gunshots and hound howls echoed in the forest behind.

You looked down at your hands. Right one still clutching the butter knife. From holding it incorrectly in your hand while on the run, you had accidentally nicked your fingers. New tears gathered in your eyes and you let out pathetic whimper.

"Y/n...?" You heard steps approaching on the other side of the fence on the gravel road.

"A-Alastor?" You immediately jumped up. Switching the knife from one clammy hand to other and hiding it behind your back. Now free hand, whipped your nose and cheeks, unknowingly to you - leaving red streaks across your face.

"What has my darling doe crying?" He quickly approached the fence when he picked up on your sniffling.

"Its fine, Alastor. Just had quarrel with my mother." You tried to laugh it off.

"A bloody one, as I see." He eyed you, reaching for your cheek. You tried to step away, but his warm touch was so inviting.

"Show me your hands, love." he said. He wasn't asking.

Swallowing thickly you brought both hands in front of you. Feeling like child in trouble. Trembling, and both bloody by now.

"We were having family dinner. And my father was reminiscing on the previous ball. And asked if I fancied any men there-" Alastor eyed you sharply for a second, unknowingly to you as you kept on rambling:

"-and I said that there was a man that I have had eyes for such long time, that the other men at the ball didn't even interest me. And he asked who. I said it's you. And he said that I should look elsewhere. I stood my ground and told him I love you. And he disapproved. Then mother said I should listen to him. Then she was screaming, saying I should stop seeing you. I got angry. She grabbed me. Tried to pull my hair and I... I just -I just pulled a knife at her... And then... And now I'm here..." You ranted so quickly that now you were out of breath.

With gentle chuckle, Alastor reached for your hand that was holding the knife, his ever seeing eyes, noticing the cuts on your other palm. He slowly frapped your fingers alongside his around the hilt of the butter knife and pulled both of your hands across the fence.

"When in dire straits, slice the sinew to halt movement," he murmured, gently drawing the knife across his chest. "Stab and pivot to temporarily cease motion," he directed, gesturing towards the center of his chest.

"You're wicked, Alastor..." You mumbled looking up at him.

"And you should never shed your blood. Though I am touched by your eagerness in defending your convictions concerning me, I would prefer not to witness your blood spilled, my love."

"Even if blood is such a pretty colour on you." He continued, his eyes flickering across your face. Standing up on the first wooden beam of the fence, he now stood way taller than you. Grabbing your chin he tilted your face one way, then the other.

"Since you say I'm wicked-" he gave you a cheeky smile,

"I might be afraid that your parents are correct. You should stay away from me." He looked away from you and across the field behind you.

"But I love you, Alastor..." You whispered so quietly, afraid that he might not have heard you.

"You have brought a knife in bloody hands tonight. What an odd way of confessing one's love." He bent his head closer to your face.

"What a lovely thing you are." His voice suddenly sounded sultry. It was enough for you to stand on your tippy toes and press your lips against his.

You could feel his smile against your lips. One of his hands sneaking to hold the back of your neck and pulling you closer. When that was not enough, in swift motion his legs swung over the fence and he was right in front of you. His lips never leaving yours.

It felt so right to kiss him. To kiss him felt like finally quelling an obsession. Just to feel the painful withdrawal as soon as his lips traveled to your neck to leave love bites there. Love bites that bloomed the same way as the blood splatters on your light summer dress.

His hands traveled down your back, the butter knife still in his hand. Both of you knew that no one would come down this road at this hour, but there was urgency in your actions. Desperation, almost. Your hands traveled to the front of his shirt, to get rid of the bow tie and open couple of buttons.

"The next move shan't be quite gentlemanly of me, my doe.." he was breathing hard and put the hilt of the knife in his mouth. His tongue briefly tasted your blood on it. Alastor's hands deftly gathered the skirt part of your dress and pushed you against the fence. Then raising the fabric around your hips and bunching it to the side, he grabbed the knife and pinned your dress to the fence.

"Alastor..." Your breath caught in your throat as your lower half was exposed to the cold nights air.

"Too much?" He asked, now stepping closer as his hands worked on his belt.

He clearly did intend to fuck you here. In empty field. Against a fence. In middle of the night.

"No, just perfect, you're perfect..." you breathed, hands looping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"Lovely." He whispered and kissed you. His hand reaching down between your legs.

"Ah..." You moaned at the first contact.

"Needy little thing you are..." Alastor sighed against your lips, feeling the wetness between your legs.

It was the first time someone else's hands were touching you down there, besides your own. Feeling was not entirely new, but the anticipation was almost killing you. Your hand around Alastor's neck tightened, pulling him down, so you could hide your face in his shoulder. Breath heavy against his neck.

His fingers deftly slid through your slit.

"How.. many...?" Alastor implied, trying to shift his face away and look at you, making him pull his hand slightly away and his fingers circling back to your clit.

"Ah.." you gasped, not hearing his question and just trying to hide your face again.

"Sweetheart..." Alastor's hand slid from your cunt and instead dug his fingers in - right where your thigh met your pussy. This finally got your attention and your head shot up to look at him. You could almost swear that you could see your own debauched image reflecting in his glasses. He tilted his head down at you, and your reflection was gone and his warm eyes were staring right into your soul.

"How many men you have sle-" before he could ask the question you were shaking your head.

"None. No one." You said. "None has touched me this way," you looked down at his hand between your legs. His pointer finger that was closest to your pussy, slowly slid through your slit once more. Your head fell back and you stared at the sky. Stars were slowly starting to appear in the night sky.

"... except myself." You swallowed. Your head feeling empty of any coherent thought. Alastor's mouth fell open slightly:

"Say the word, and I'll stop, my doe..." He leaned down to your exposed neck, and gently run his nose up and down your pulse point.

Your hand shot down and grabbed his wrist:

"I want you and you alone."

His smile against your neck was almost infectious.

"Well, then... To rephrase..." He planted slow, open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, his free hand pulling your dress down your shoulder. He moved his lips against your ear, as if to tell you something that no one else could ever hear:

"...How many of your own fingers have you taken?" you could hear his wicked smile in his voice. And you could feel his hand moving between your legs. His middle finger slowly, almost feather lightly, circled your clit and slid down to your opening. Your breath hitched:

"A-Alastor..."

When you didn't provide him the answer, he quickly pulled his hand out of your underwear and grabbed your hand putting it up between both of you. He pressed his palm against yours and looked at your hands. You did the same. Both of you could see how his fingers shined in the moonlight from your wetness coating them.

"Tell me."

"One."

"How far?"

You were staring at your pressed together hands. He was looking straight at you, watching how your eyes showed the realization of how much bigger his hands were and how longer his fingers were.

"Second knuckle..." You whispered and your eyes met his, over the frames if his glasses.

"Oh, my little doe... I will give you so much more than that..." He chuckled and looked at your hands as his fingers interlinked with yours.

"When I kneel before you, you shall receive all I offer. Diligently." He let go of your hand and took off his glasses.

"Understood?"

You nodded. For such a gentleman, he definitely had such a filthy mouth. You'll soon learn it both ways.

"Hold these for me, will you?" He innocently asked and put his glasses on you, quite lower so you could stare over the round frames. Before you could say anything else, he was on his knees in the dewy grass, both of his hands sliding up your bare legs. His lips gently leaving kisses on your hips as he dragged your panties down your legs. You couldn't look away from him. His soft lips moving from one hip, across your stomach to the other side. His fingers running between your folds, time to time coming up to circle your clit and then tease your entrance by dipping in a fingertip.

"Mark me..." you breathed out as one of your hands slid to his hair.

"That will hurt." He looked up at you.

"You won't hurt me. I trust you, Al..." You said through a moan.

"...where...?" He quietly inquired.

God, please, everywhere.

"Here..." you gently tapped your hip. Alastor smiled, leaned closer, pressed his lips to the top of your hand and then gently bit your fingertip.

"This shall mean you're mine, my love, I hope you are preparing for the consequences that it ensues." He said against your skin as you pulled your hand away.

"I was yours as soon as our eyes locked when I saw you riding horses with the hunters all those years ago..." You moaned as his fingers circled your clit, as if he was encouraging you to finish your though. Next second, you felt his teeth sink into your skin and his middle finger plunging into you.

"Alastor! Ah.." both of your hands flew to his hair, as your hips jerked against his hand.

"Shhh.." Alastor smiled against the blooming love bite. His eyes then locked on how you were taking his finger.

"Good girl." His smiled and looked up at you. His other hand joining to circle your clit.

"Oh Lord..." You moaned. He playfully rolled his eyes at you and leaned his temple against your hip.

"Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." He praised, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He twisted his finger and you let out a high pitch keen.

"Look at me." He straighted a little. Your eyes locked with his. Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue out. Your eyes grew big, and a flash of warmth traveled down from your chest to your legs. Your pussy involuntary clamping down on his finger. And then his mouth was on you. As soon as his tongue got the first taste of you, his eyes fell shut and he moaned against you, sending vibrations straight through you.

"Ahh...ha...." You moaned loudly, both hands moving to his hair and pulling it. He lapped at your pussy as if he was a starving man. He sucked on your clit and then you felt a second finger stretching you open.

"Please.... Just don't stop..." You moaned, your hips jerking against his mouth. His fingers picked up the speed and your breathing did the same.

"I think I'm going to..." Your hold on his hair grew tighter and you were starting to push his mouth harder against your weeping cunt. Alastor grunted, his hand that was constantly squeezing your ass traveled down to his crotch and palmed himself. His pants growing too tight.

Alastor curled his fingers forward and sucked hard on your clit. With a loud cry you came on his fingers and tongue. You yourself could never reach such intense peak. Your toes curled, your knees almost wishing to pull together. You pressed Alastor's head closer to your dripping core, at the moment careless if he could breathe or not.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckkk..." Your eyes rolled back into your skull. For a moment you felt weightless, your hands falling away from his hair, to hold onto to the fence beams that you were leaning against.

Flatly dragging his tongue from your twitching hole up your slit to the clit, he placed chaste kiss on your mound. Alastor leaned back and looked up at you.

When you had gathered at least some wits about you, you looked down at him. His chin and lips were glistening from your cum.

"You taste sweet." He gave you a wink and licked his lips.

"Alastor..." You whispered his name and in swift motion crossed your hands and pulled the dress over your head. Leaving it hanging by the knife. Alastor was caught off guard and sat back, his hands slowly starting to unbutton his vest and then his shirt.

Was Alastor intending to fuck you against the fence or where you intending to ride him in the dewy grass?

In two quick steps you were in front of him and straddling his hips. Your lips immediately seeking out his and hands helping him to unbutton his shirt faster. With a groan he pulled away and grabbing your hand dragged it down his chest to the front of his pants. Unzipping his pants you dipped your hand in his boxers.

"Fuck..." He moaned, his eyes rolling back. You wrapped your hand around his cock and gently freed him from the confines of his pants.

"How is that going to fit...?" You blurted out when you looked down at him and gave him two long strokes.

"... perfectly..." He hissed through his teeth and threw his head back when your thumb swiped across his dripping tip. You switched your hands, and raised now free hand up to your face. Alastor looked at you through lidded eyes. Gently you licked your finger, tasting him on your skin. Seeing you do that, Alastor's hips jerked up into your fist and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Lover." He gritted through clenched teeth. His hands coming to hold your hips. You only smiled at your ability to drive him as insane and he was driving you. You slid your hand down to his base and gently squeezed.

"Cheeky little thing..." Alastor opened his eyes and pulled you in for a kiss by your neck. It was slow but messy. Tongues twisting, saliva smearing against both of your lips.

You got up on your knees and wrapped your hands around Alastor's neck. However, he grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock alongside his own.

"Now, now." He smiled against your lips. "You gotta learn how to take it. Put. It. In." Alastor whispered absolute filth against your lips and moved your hand so that his cock dragged through your soaked folds.

With a shaky breath you dragged his cock through your folds once more. Pausing on your clit and moaning against Alastor's lips.

"Yes... Take your pleasure..." He whispered.

Then moving his cock down, you pushed it's tip against your entrance. And then with a hissfrom your mouth, your hips were flush with his. The unknown feeling between your legs made you bite Alastor's lip. He groaned in your mouth, but didn't pull away if both of you felt the tangy taste of blood.

Alastor was patient with you, and let you decide when and how to move. But once your hips started to twitch against his, Alastor ground hips up into yours. His warm hands moved up to your back and shoulder blades to pull you closer. Your own hands tangled themselves in his dark hair and scratched down his back. By now your moans were echoing the same as the hounds of the hunters.

"Harder.. Al... Please..." You moaned against his cheek, as your hips moved up and down. Your desperate cunt twitching around his cock and making Alastor moan in your ear.

Next moment you were on your back, your legs on his shoulders as he leaned over you. Your eyes locked with his. Both of you as mirrored image to each other. Hair disheveled, foreheads sweaty, short rapid breaths. And then he was fucking you as if this is the last night out here with stars. As if the coming morning you won't stop by the coffee shop where he gets his morning dose of caffeine.

The way his cock so deliciously dragged against your walls - you had nothing in this world to compare it to. Leaking tip of his cock was carving your cunt out with every push back in, and each drag of it made you clench around him. As if to say, that you need him back in and not let him pull out.

You grabbed Alastor's cheeks:

"I'm in love with you...." He said first, as if he had read your thoughts on what you were about to say.

"I love you." You smiled back and pulled him in for a kiss that was broken by your moan as Alastor gave harsh thrust, hitting your cervix. Making you lose your breath momentarily.

"More.. please..." You begged, your cunt twitching around him.

"Fuck..." Alastor moaned, his hips taking on harsher and faster movements. You could swear that you felt him in your guts. Your hand traveled down your stomach and pressed on the outline of his cock. He smirked at you, as if saying that no other cock will ever be this deep, no one ever will pleasure you the same way.

"You're mine..." He groaned. Letting your legs off his shoulders, he pulled your lower lip with his thumb until your mouth opened and he could slide his finger in. Your tongue latched around his digit and sucked hard, making him stutter in his movements as he wondered how to use that mouth of yours in other ways.

With press on your tongue, your mouth opened once more, Alastor pulled his finger out and dived in to kiss you. Your tongues meeting before your lips could. You moaned in his eager mouth as his wet thumb now circled your clit. Your hips raising to meet his thrusts. When your wandering hands were enough for him, he grabbed them and pinned both of them above your head.

"Keep them there..." He said breathlessly and leaned back lifting your hips with his.

He was fucking you like drowning animal would fight for air. And the pleasure was rapidly pulling both of you under. The way your cunt clenched around him more and more frequently, was a sign that you were close. As if not being able to stand not touching him, your hand raised to rest on his stomach, feeling the lean muscles flexing there.

Not wanting to soil you on your first sexual encounter, Alastor was ready to pull out when your legs wrapping around his hips locked him in place. Sliding his hands up your legs and then sides, he leaned over you.

Your orgasm approached you unknowingly, as such intense feeling you have never felt before.

"I got you. Just let go." Alastor said against your chest as his forehead rested against your collarbone. With a moan that stole all your breath - you came. Alastor's name tumbling out of your lips like the sweetest honey. Your body arched off the ground and pressed against Alastor. Not knowing what to do with your hands as all nerve ends felt like going haywire, you opt to grab Alastor's hips and, as if your legs being locked around him wasn't enough, you pulled him against you.

Corrupting such sweet doe as yourself felt so rewarding. He could almost feel your orgasm on his tongue. Perhaps that was just taste of your cunt that kept lingering on his tongue. His own hips stuttered and with deep groan he came deep inside you, his teeth latching on the side of your left breast, leaving another love bite to remind you of this night of debaucheries.

For a moment neither of you moved. Still ongoing gunfires of hunters and howls of hounds could be heard echoing, meaning that hunt was still on. And you could return home without your father seeing you here.

Alastor wrapped one hand around your back and gently laid you back on ground.

"I must beg your pardon. A lady such as yourself ought never to be deflowered in such a place for the first time." He said quietly against your soft breasts that were still raising and falling in short breaths.

"Oh, hush. I enjoyed myself very much so." You took a deep breath trying to steady your breathing. Alastor looked at you and you smiled at him. Gently running your hands through his hair in order to tame it.

Steadying himself on his hands, Alastor pulled out and couldn't help but to stare at your cunt that was already leaking his cum. Catching him staring, ought to teas him a little bit. Bending your legs you spread them open. Gaining Alastor's attention, you trailed one hand down your body and dipped your fingertips in your folds. Shyly looking to the side you spread your folds, making more cum leak out. Alastor was watching your hand like it was a prey.

"Darling-" Alastor warned as his lashes fluttered. He leaned to kiss your knee instead. Fighting so hard not to take your overstimulated body the second time.

"We should talk in the morning." Alastor got up with a sigh, tucked himself away and walked over to the fence to retrieve your dress.

You quietly got dressed, not questioning anything. You weren't sure what we're you to say in such moment. While you were getting dressed you couldn't help but stare as Alastor was putting on his shirt. His skin on the back scratched by your nails. Or how the fingers you had cut had smeared blood all over his body.

"Shall I escort you home?" Alastor turned to you.

"No. It's late, we both should be getting home and to bed. And besides, I know this field like back of my hand." You shook your head.

"Alright." Alastor tilted his head to the side and smiled. He walked up to you and gently took off his glasses from you.

"Not a scratch. Good girl." He praised you, leaning down to your eye level. Your cheeks immediately flushed red and you quickly pressed your lips against his.

As he watched you walk back home, you couldn't help the smile that was on your lips. The faithful butter knife clutched carefully in your hands, will be neatly stored in your vanity as a reminder.

Meanwhile Alastor was sitting on the fence, watching you walk away, with skip in your step. Once you were far enough, he hauled himself over the fance, back on the road. What you had not seen at the very beginning, was that Alastor had come with knive of his own. Quite menacing butcher knife, that he had wedged in the nearby tree.

You were almost home. You had just ducked through the fence and walked quietly across the yard when, one, so much differently sounding gunshot, made you turn back around and stare at the field where you had come from....

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ALASTOR TENDING TO LICKING YOUR WOUNDS ft!Alastor

✧ After an accidental paper cut, Alastor loses control momentarily and licks up your blood. 0.9wc

Imagine you and Alastor are staying up late one night, trying to decorate the hotel as a celebration for surviving the recent extermination.

All of this was your idea, Alastor simply tagging along as he was intrigued by how you were planning to decorate the hotel with mere ribbons and colored paper in a single night. The new renovations have expanded the hotel extensively, almost doubling its size—intriguing him on how your little passionate project could even be possible when done alone. If you were successful, Alastor could be content by the way Charlie's face would light up in the morning. If you failed, Alastor could soak up your disappointment! It was a win-win for him.

You furrowed your brows, hunched over a coffee table in the hotel reception, kneeling on the floor as Alastor sat reading not too far from you. You were focused on delicately carving the page before you, fingers delicately wrapped around a sharp paper-knife.

Outside, the rain was pouring. You never were a fan of thunderstorms, the booming sounds from outside snapping you out of your deep concentration every couple of minutes—some of the blaring clashes pairing with a bright flicker of light that made you flinch. Alastor found you amusing, being so passionate in something no one had asked you for, in something that would be unnecessary and also unnecessarily difficult for you to be done alone. The fact that you were pulling an all-nighter for this endeavor was even more entertaining, as you'd become all cranky once the next afternoon would come.

You let out a harsh sigh, your chest falling so far it seems as though you deflated. You regained your composure, holding your two hands close together as you pressed the page down into the table below—holding it in place as you carved a particularly intricate piece in the page when a shockingly loud crash thundered from outside. You flinched much too harshly this time, your wrist slipping and the paper-knife nicking the side of your index finger. You hiss, dropping the bloodied paper knife onto the table as it stained the pure white page below.

Alastor swore the air became heavier.

He didn't know what had so severely caught his instincts, but his wide eyes immediately darted to you before he could even process the situation—eyes locked onto the deep red trickling down your index. You hadn't even begun to notice him yet, hadn't noticed the way the air in the reception hall seemed to shift at the scent of your blood, how the light momentarily flickered.

You had such a sweet aroma.

An aroma that threatened Alastor's sanity.

Alastor's breath hitched sharply, snapping the book closed by the spine as he laid it as gently as he could upon the side table by his seat. Before he could even process it, your wrist was gripped into the palm of his hand—held firmly as you looked up to him.

The blood from your index trailed down the appendage, dipping down to the joint of your thumb as you looked up to him—startled by how quickly he had moved without you even noticing.

"Ala—"

"It would be wise to be more careful with that knife of yours, my Dear." He brought your wrist closer, his eyes locked on your hand. "Your clumsiness has put me in quite a difficult position." You looked at him intently, still sitting on the ground while Alastor was bent at the waist, holding your wrist up to meet his lips—when his tongue gently ran up the side of your palm before cleaning the blood smoothly. The moment he had your taste on his tongue, he felt his sanity slip away.

This wasn't like his usual respectful self, but he was unable to concentrate. Your flesh was euphoric. The kind he'd savor for weeks, the kind he wouldn't even need to cook or prepare beforehand. Fresh off the bone sort kind of sweet, a sickeningly addictive taste paired with a perfectly prominent metallic tang that had him wanting more.

Although, he was much too fond of you to rip you apart.

And so, Alastor vouched for slipping your finger into his mouth. His long tongue wrapped around the digit, a sting from his saliva sinking into the wound had you wince—your face looked beautiful in pain.

Alastor knew you trusted him, explaining why you hadn't pulled away. Instead, looking at him with a shocked and confused expression—ignoring your pain in his favor, just like the kind little soul you are.

Alastor pulled away, plucking a handkerchief from his pocket to clean your hand completely.

"My apologies, mon cher. I hope you didn't mind my little midnight snack." Alastor smiled to you, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his lost composure. Although, he couldn't hide the lack of light in his eyes, and he couldn't suppress the wretched thoughts that clouded his head. He wanted to sink his teeth into your neck, to hear your pilant sounds of pain as he carved his bite into your flesh. He wouldn't tear into you, no. Simply mark you, border on the edge of savouring you in his mind completely and staying the gentleman he was raised to be.

In his own strange way, Alastor cared for you.

He wanted to wrap you into his embrace, overwhelm you as you'd tried to shrink away with nowhere to escape from him. He wanted to engrave your taste deep into his memory, to dig into your arms as he'd hold you scarily still.

For now, the only desire he could fulfill now laid upon his desk. A thin tendril of his shadows had swiped both the blood-soiled page and paper knife from the coffee table behind you and delivered it to his bedroom.

Alastor was no sentimental man, but he'd treasure a memory of your flesh to the grave.

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qu1cks1lversb1tch · 3 months ago

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I just thought of something and now I can't stop laughing and questioning my sanity.

Okay, okay, Picture this:

Alastor and reader are walking down the street one day, essentially body doubling while they do their usual, individual business.

Reader sees a random sinner with nice, long legs and, without thinking, makes the comment: "I wish I had their legs."

Alastor kinda just hums and looks at them confused, but neither of them mention it.

Flash forward a few days and reader is sitting on the couch and Alastor drops this pair of legs in front of reader like a cat leaving a mouse on someone's pillow.

And this is how I see the interaction going:

Alastor, dropping these legs in front of reader: Here.

Reader: WHAT THE FUCK!?

Alastor: You said 'I wish I had their legs', and now you do!

Reader: Wha — I DID NOT MEAN IT LIKE THAT, AL!

Alastor, shrugging: Oh, well.

Reader, sighing: We really need to teach you social cues. . .

So, that's what was in my head at nearly 3:00 am. If anyone wants to expand this and write it, literally go for it, because I likely won't write it, purely because I'm working on requests and my major fic. Just tag me because I wanna read it and this is my idea.

Guys, I promise I'm mostly sane (I've been writing fae porn all night)

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the-xolotl · 9 months ago

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Rising With the Sun

Alastor x fem!Reader

ᯓღ Small gift for @denki-69 ~

ᯓღ a/n: pulled this out of my ass in the first 30 minutes of me being awake (so like an hour ago). enjoy my somno thoughts.

SUMMARY: Alastor finds himself in a predicament and dilema about having morning wood right next to you. But things work out in his favor.

ᯓღ CW: somnophilia, thigh fucking, morning sex, cnc, established relationship, no use of y/n.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you⟢

Alastor himself is not a very sexual being. Sure, as a sinner of flesh and blood he’s still susceptible to carnal desires and temptation, he still has his needs, but those seem to only make themselves known during his ruts or once in a blue moon any other day of year. However, ever since he had began to date you it seems as if finally having someone to share a bed with had kick started a drive he didn’t think he had. Which lead to mornings like this more and more often; waking up with a raging hard on, especially after having dreamt of you being split on his cock. You had become his every waking and sleeping thought, you plague his mine day in and day out, you have become the object of all his desires.

It’s still just past twilight, Alastor tossed and turned a little on the bed even as he attempted to not wake you up out of curtesy. It’s hard, he’s hard. The tent in his sleeping trousers is so bad this morning in particular it had bother him enough to wake him up from slumber, and he was already humping your ass when he had. He’s currently in a struggle of not letting such salacious desires dictate his action. He had more decorum than that, he’s a more composed man than stooping to the level of using his sleeping lover for his own selfish, debauched needs.

However, it is your fault even if unintentional— in his mind at least— for his quite large predicament. But wanking off next to your sleeping body also felt too dirty. He struggled with himself as he lays on his back burning holes on to the ceiling trying to figure out what to do. Release by his own hand is no longer satisfactory but he doesn’t want to wake you up, on the other hand you’re quite literally right there. He groans softly to himself, why had you made him into this creature, how have you managed to turn him into this beast. He misses the warmth of your ass against him and his resolve is cracking.

Slowly, he shifts his position while carefully and ever so gently turning you over on your stomach and removing the blanket from you entirely. He panic froze for a split second when you stirred in your sleep, seeing as you didn’t wake up he continued on to undo his sleep trousers and pulling himself out. Hard, warm erection bumped against your still clothed cheeks, he let out a low hiss as the moment. He slowly thrusted his needy length between your cheeks, pressing down getting friction from the fabric. He felt like a goddamn animal but wouldn’t— couldn’t— deny how good it felt.

The demon’s moans are low and grumbly, his radio filter still off, he gets lost in the steady rhythm of his hips against yours even going as far as putting his cock between your plush thighs and using them as a means to make up for not being inside your tight heat.

But the pleasure didn’t last very long. He had been so distracted in chasing his own release with eyes closed and head hanging low that he didn’t realize the hand moving under him until it wrapped itself around his throbbing cock. Alastor is horrified at the realization he’d woken you up and is caught red-handed in the compromising position of using your body for himself in a vulnerable state. Shame and embarrassment wash over his very soul, but that doesn’t last very long either.

He must have shown it on his face because Alastor’s eyes flew open at the sound of a giggle and the feeling of delicate fingers languidly pumping his erection. “Do you need help, deerling?” your voice is still heavy with sleep but there’s lust swimming in your eyes and the smirk tugging the corner of your lips is mischievous, “My body is yours to use as you please,” you whisper, your hand leaves his cock in favor of using both to shove your bottoms down enough to reveal your already dripping pussy. He could see the glistening of your folds in the dim light and his cock twitched.

“Do whatever you want, I’m still sleepy,” is all you said before getting comfortable again and closing your eyes to possibly fall back asleep. Alastor is dumbfounded for a moment, in all honesty you had left him at 0. But he also won’t squander such an opportunity. Teasingly he rubs his redden tip along your slick folds catching your dripping juices to spread them over himself. He let out a low, reverberating growl. You felt so fucking delicious, how did every time manage to feel better than the last?

He can’t be bothered with prep but is carefully sinking into your searing heat in no time. His length stretching you open inch by inch and yet you have gone back into a deep sleep. Alastor is so overtaken by the pleasure he’s hunching over your sleeping form gripping the sheets for dear life, talons slightly ripping the sheets. Moans and groans begin to slip from him, he’s moving your shorts a bit further down and spreading your legs to better accommodate him because he wants as much of his cock inside you— he needs his whole weeping erection inside you.

The radio demon has to fight to keep his noises of pleasure to a minimum but it’s hard when you got his thick length in such a vice grip and you’re simply overflowing with wetness between your legs. His head bows down to meet your back, his forehead pressing between your shoulder blades as his arm wraps around your middle lifting you up from the bed to better fuck into your sleeping body. He’s panting like a goddamn animal in heat, he’s fucking you so gently even if he is pulling out to the tip and then sinking back in but it’s too much. He’s over sensitive in the morning and the fact that you’re unconscious while he’s using you as his personal fleshlight has his cock twitching and throbbing. He’s embarrassed to say he won’t last very long anymore. His impending orgasm is just over the horizon, if the size of the formed knot is anything to go by.

He’s whispering sweet nothings and indiscernible nonsense into the flesh of your back as he punches his knot inside you, spilling hot cum into your womb, even letting out a few whimpers of your name like a prayer. This did wake you up again with a loud moan and pushing your hips harder against him to instinctively milk him. You were still half asleep but that doesn’t mean you don’t want cock. He collapses on top of you as you grind back into him, still heavy with sleep but needy for your boyfriend’s massive cock.

“Good morning, sweetness, did you have fun having me for breakfast?” you twisted your head around to plant soft pecks on his cheek with a cheeky grin.

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hishumanbelle · 4 months ago

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Alastor played the piano, his sharp fingers sliding softly over the white pearly keys. A sweet blues melody came out of the piano and I couldn't help but admire that charming man. It was then that he turned to me and invited me to join him. I approached him, leaning my back against the keyboard. Alastor grabbed me by the waist, he undid my robe and kissed my womb softly, starring at me. "I want you to be the mother of my fawns", his hands roamed over my body, caressing it and making it burn with desire at his touch, for him and him alone. My fingers ran through his soft hair, also caressing his ears that he folded back, purring. "I'm serious", he said, kissing my belly and staring at me. His gaze was intense, full of love, his eyes shone red, my loving gaze fixed on his. I kissed his forehead. He moved me slightly from the piano to close the keyboard, then removed the string of my robe, letting it fall to the floor. Sitting on the stool, he slipped a finger inside me. "So warm", he said in a low, soothing voice. His long finger moved back and forth inside me. He inserted another finger, still moving slowly and pushing deeper, hitting the spongy wall. "Alas-", I said covering my mouth. With his other hand he removed it, "don't, I want to hear you", he said, aroused evident in his pants. "Alastor!", I repeated, his name falling from my lips like a prayer, I was making amends for my sins by committing them with him. He was poison and antidote. His presence in my heart was intoxicating, an obsession, but I couldn’t help it. With his face scanning my expressions, he moved closer to my body, biting and kissing my breasts, with the hand that held my hip he teased my right nipple. He moved his face closer to my core, his hot breath ghosting my entrance that was waiting for nothing but him. He began to kiss my clit and suck it lightly as he licked it, his fingers delicately digging inside me at a faster pace. "Alastor, I'm-!", I said shyly, squeezing his hair pushing him and holding him in the position he was in. A knot of heat was growing inside my abdomen, until I came all over his fingers and tongue. He moved his hand to my thigh, tightening his grip and scratching me with his nail. "I want you, forever", he sighed in my ear after standing up and removing his fingers. He unzipped his pants and started rubbing his large cock on my slit to wet it, and gently pushed it inside me. "Ah! You're so damn tight, my doe", he growled from his chest. His hips moved slowly but deeply, hitting all the right spots. His hands resting against the piano case ruining it due to his strength, his lips on my neck leaving signs of his possession. His pace increased more and more, making me reach another orgasm. I held onto his shoulders while panting and came on him again. He brought a hand to my pussy and with a finger he continued to stimulate my clitoris. "How is it, my dear? Are you okay?", he asked seeing that my eyes rolled back, but I did not answer because in a state of unconsciousness and total pleasure; it was then that he bit my neck licking the blood and becoming even harder for me. His cock was pounding harder, but his ways were gentle and sweet, as if we were making love; from his gestures only a sweet passion. His lips moved to mine, kissing me and using his tongue until our souls intertwined. His cock was pulling reaching orgasm too; he took a hand and brought it to my neck, squeezing it, while he devoured me with his mouth, and as my orgasm grew and my legs began to tremble, informing him of the imminence, he also prepared himself. "I'll fill you with my seed", his voice hoarse and in sobs, his breathing a rattle, but his thrusts did not stop even after he had cummed inside me. "I love you", I whispered, bringing my hands behind his neck and kissing him passionately. "I love you, my soon-to-be mother and spouse", he replied leaning down to kiss my womb where he had just been.

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winterluna · 3 months ago

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Okay, hear me out

#hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor fic #alastor angst #steven universe

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spreadyovrwings · 8 days ago

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Honey, I Can Feel Your Pain

A second, slightly more successful heart-to-heart since the world didn’t end. Or, two idiots try to talk about their feelings but they're both demons and not very good at it: part two.

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: some descriptions of injury/blood etc./my writing/me trying to navigate a complicated character and write a part two which i never really do

A/N: heyyy idk if you remember me, i’m the one who wrote a one shot and said there would be a part two if anyone wanted it and some very sweet people DID want it and it’s been… six months… anyway i hope it’s okay!!

You can read part one here!

Chapter Two

The tarmac hurtled up to greet you. Instinctively, you shot out your hands to break your fall and grunted upon impact.

“Shit…”

You rolled over, clutching your smarting wrists to your chest as you craned your neck back, trying to get a lock on the angel that had just sent you sprawling.

You heard your makeshift weapon skitter across the ground, a poker you’d grabbed in a panic from the hotel’s hearth just before battle commenced. Out of reach, it seemed even more useless now than it did before.

The ground beneath you shook as the angel landed just a few feet from you, its heeled boots fracturing the stained concrete. Blank and unseeing, its black mask remained impassive as it leaned over you.

With one twist of its wrist, the angel span its blood-soaked sword and tucked the point under your chin, lifting your head up.

The coppery taste of adrenaline filled your mouth but you didn’t dare swallow, you didn’t even dare to breathe, not when there was less than an inch between your throat and the steel bite of the angel’s sword.

Something, some ancient instinct, told you to get up and fight, but your body felt heavy as marble, and the concept of moving even a single muscle felt impossible and nebulous.

The angel tilted its head to the side, as if inspecting you, evaluating you, then narrowed its sharp eyes. It leaned forward, pushing the tip of the blade into your jugular until you had nowhere left to go. You shrank back against the tarmac, completely at its mercy, a total goner.

It smiled, then pulled the sword back and lifted it high above its horned helmet.

“At least make it difficult for me,” it muttered.

It seemed you were just as much a disappointment in this life as you had been in your first. The angels been looking forward to this for months, you supposed. You weren’t much of a threat. And this was how it ended, your brief second chance. Frightened and alone and with yet more unfinished business. You hoped whatever life came after this, if any, was more merciful than this one.

“My, didn’t you choose unwisely.”

Alastor’s voice cut through the steadily blurring world, sharpening it again with just a few words.

Both you and the angel looked round, shocked, though the latter wasn’t given any time to register his presence.

One of Alastor’s inky shadows shot out and drove itself straight through the angel’s hollow chest.

You watched as Alastor swept it up and flung its lifeless body far off into the distance, where it probably landed in a messy, crumpled heap.

Then red was all you could see. You weren’t sure what was Alastor and what was the blood dribbling down from a brutal cut across your forehead, but you’d never been so pleased to see someone in all your afterlife.

“Alastor…”

He knelt down in front of you. You wanted to stop him, he was so particular about his clothes and the ground was disgusting, but words failed you.

Alastor’s clawed hand hovering awkwardly by your shoulders for a moment before finally finding a home.

“Are you alright? Look at me. Look at me, darling.”

He wrapped his fingers around your upper arms and squeezed harder than was comfortable but it barely brushed at the edges of your consciousness.

“Did they hurt you? Who did this? What were you thinking, you stupid- I told you to stay away.”

He kept fussing but you hardly heard him. You were too distracted by how close his face suddenly was to yours as he searched for more injuries, and by the softness of his voice, edged with something dangerous and spiteful.

“No, no, I’m okay. I’m okay, really, Alastor, I just-”

You didn’t even get to finish your lie. Alastor’s hand slipped up your arm and found the exact spot where another angel’s sword had sliced through your sleeve and torn the skin. You hissed and jolted back, cursing under your breath.

Alastor immediately moved his hand away and stared at the smear of blood visible through your shredded sleeve. Suddenly, he wasn’t so chatty. Suddenly, scolding you felt brutish and wrong.

The wound wasn’t that bad, it didn’t even really hurt anymore, but it did make swinging your weapon more difficult. You’d almost forgotten it was there before Alastor’s talented hands unearthed it. For some reason, seeing your own blood in the harsh light of day made you feel like someone had pushed your head under ice cold water.

Words failed you, and Alastor’s inscrutable yet obviously disturbed expression made you feel sick, so you put your hand over his. You weren’t sure who you were trying to comfort more.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Startled, Alastor’s sharp gaze switched to your entwined hands, as if noticing what he’d done for the first time. You so rarely touched, when it did happen, it felt like the world had stopped turning.

His long fingers were wrapped so tightly around your arm, you could feel the warmth of him through your sleeve, burning marks onto your skin you hoped would linger until you got a chance to admire them.

Alastor bared his teeth.

“You ridiculous… You’re so stupid sometimes. So careless. You have no idea-”

His grip tightened around your arm. You had to bite back a moan.

Not a cold, austere demon, then. Not entirely. Not always. There was still a warm-blooded human beneath that stitched-on smile, and for a moment, his mortal heart had flickered when he thought you might be in danger.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed to slits, like a cat catching sight of an unsuspecting mouse. He straightened up to his full, impressive height, letting his hand slip out from under yours with obvious reluctance.

“Time to put a stop to this, I think,” Alastor said, almost to himself. “That’s quite enough now.”

For an awful moment, you thought he might mean something else, something that cut you to your core.

Enough of you, enough lingering touches, enough whispered words when no one else was around, enough stepping around each other in this awkward, heart-squeezing dance that neither of you knew all the steps to but couldn’t bring yourselves to stop.

But Alastor stared at the blood streaked across his palm, then curled his hand into a fist, as if keeping it safely caged within his jagged claws.

“If not for your own sake then for mine, find somewhere safe to hide, would you?” he said. “I’d be unhappy if you were seriously hurt, chère.”

You just ignored him. Sweet as it was for him to worry, you weren’t going anywhere, not when your friends were still defending the hotel with their lives.

He didn’t wait around to listen to you argue, a rebuttal he saw coming a mile off. Instead, Alastor waved his cane and dissolved into the shadows, reappearing on the top of a nearby building to survey the scene.

Still flat on your ass on the ground, you cupped your hands around your mouth and shouted up to him,

“Be careful, please!”

You thought you saw one of his large ears twitch in your direction but Alastor just laughed and shouted back,

“I can’t hear you, darling, sorry!”

He definitely could, but he sank into the shadows again before you had a chance to squabble with him.

You huffed and leaned back on your elbows. Tilting your head towards the churning sky, you chewed up the argument sitting in your throat, working it around your mouth before swallowing it down. You’d have to shout at him later instead.

“Asshole,” you muttered, only just realising he’d left you sitting on the ground.

No sooner had the thought entered your mind when a dark shape swept across the street, hurtling towards you at such a rate of knots that you almost scrambled backwards away from it. But then you recognised the figure.

Alastor’s faithful shadow slipped behind you and hooked its clawed hands under your arms.

“Oh!”

Your shoes scrabbled uselessly against the ground as the shadow carefully lifted you and, with surprising gentleness, set you back on your feet again.

It had never been entirely clear if Alastor’s right-hand man was an extension of himself, something that had clung to him like limpet when he first arrived in Hell, or a weight someone had shackled to him. His shadow tended to express what he didn’t, or couldn’t, and you’d never had much interaction with it before, least of all without Alastor being present.

“Thanks,” you said, and managed a small, amazed laugh despite your grazed knees and smarting arm.

To your surprise, the shadow slipped its hands over your shoulders, just as Alastor had, but it wasn’t so quick to pull away, and its touch was warmer, firmer, perhaps even less self-conscious than that of its master.

Its wide smile stretched and arched into a jagged grin, and then it was gone, oozing across the ground and up the side of the hotel after Alastor.

You watched it go. A part of you hoped it might change its mind and stay with you instead. You would feel much more at ease with something of Alastor’s beside you, even if he couldn’t be with you himself, but he needed all the help he could get.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard Husk call your name, telling you to get your ass in gear and your head back in the battle.

When you found your poker, you attempted to spin it around your fingers as Alastor had with his cane but it got stuck halfway and you almost dropped it into the gutter.

Wherever he was, you hoped he was being safe. He was smart, more powerful than you dared to think about most days, but prone to showing off. You just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid.

Alastor did something unbelievably stupid.

It was so completely moronic, you almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing when Angel relayed the whole story to you later. There were a few details missing here and there, Angel had been a little busy at the time, but he’d seen Alastor square up with Adam and get his ass handed to him.

The general consensus seemed to be that Alastor was missing in action. It made sense, he was always so pleased with himself over the smallest things, he’d probably assume that valour in battle would earn him a damn parade. You knew that if he was okay, if he was safe, then Alastor would brag to anyone who would listen that he’d gone toe-to-toe with one of the most powerful angels and lived to tell the tale. But he was gone.

No one seemed eager to search for him. Alastor didn’t have many friends and there was a lot of clean-up to do. Your friends were sure that, like a stray cat, Alastor would just turn up when he was bored. If he didn’t, then he really was gone. But you weren’t so convinced.

Limping on exhausted legs, you slowly but surely made your way through the battle-worn streets, climbing over the seemingly endless piles of rubble until you found what remained of the radio tower.

It had fallen at an odd angle, leaving the hatch just low enough for you to climb through. You raised your hand to knock, but found the door already open, just like it always was for you.

At first, you thought the tower was empty. The sun was low but you could see that all the Radio Demon’s meticulously maintained equipment had been blown to pieces. All the windows had shattered in the fall, so now broken glass crunched under your feet as you carefully picked your way through the debris.

You almost called out his name, but then you heard it, laboured, shaky breathing in the corner of the room.

You found Alastor sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall, as if that was all that was keeping him propped up. His long legs were spread out in front of him, like he’d just collapsed in a heap, and his jaws hung open as he laboured for breath.

“Oh, Al…”

You spoke quietly, but the room was so still that your voice tore through the silence. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d have sworn you saw Alastor jump at the sound.

His expression brightened with recognition when he saw you but he did not smile. Even the plastered-on grin he always wore was muted, and his usually warm, olive skin appeared sallow and pale.

“I thought I’d find you up here. What’s wrong? Why did you disappear?”

“Ma chère,” he said, drawing out the name with his usual drawl, though now his voice seemed hollow and flat. “I’m so glad to see you survived.”

You smiled. He couldn’t be seriously hurt, not if he was making jokes at your expense.

“Thanks, Alastor.”

You moved closer, raising your foot high so that you could step over a dark tangle of wires, but stopped when you saw Alastor flinch.

Something was wrong. He was exhausted, that was to be expected, but you never thought you’d live to see the day where Alastor chose to sit on the floor, least of all one covered in glass and-

Despite the gloom, you caught sight of a dark patch on the floor, glinting in the last of the sunlight. Little puddles of blood led a messy trail to where Alastor was sitting, clutching his chest. His bright eyes were dull as they looked everywhere but at you.

“Come now, chère, there must be a hundred parties in the city tonight. You should join the celebrations. Don’t let me keep you, go on now.”

He tried to wave a dismissive hand but Alastor only got as far as raising his arm. His eye twitched, his smile growing a little more strained. He didn’t try to move again, he just clutched his chest tighter.

You hesitated, halfway to the door and halfway to Alastor, weighing your options.

You weren’t stupid. Just because you cared about him didn’t mean that he would be any more lenient with you than he would with anyone else. He appeared fond of you, but Alastor was like any caged, injured animal, likely to lash out. Self-preservation was his strongest weapon, and even if he did seem to care about you too, he could just as easily end your second chance at life as he could swat a fly.

That was what Angel and Husk were always trying to remind you, as if it was something you weren’t aware of. You knew Alastor, you understood him as much as it was possible to understand a man like him, and you weren’t frightened. Or rather, your fear was never stronger than your love.

Alastor’s sharp eyes watched you intently as you knelt down beside him, as he had beside you just hours before, in the heat of battle. That smile didn’t waver but his brows creased and folded inwards, his nose pinched in confusion. You weren’t sure what it was that confounded him more, the fact that you’d stayed or the idea of someone disobeying him.

With trembling hands, you reached out and took hold of the edges of his crimson coat, hooking your thumbs around the hem so that your knuckles just pressed into his ribs.

“Let me take care of you,” you murmured.

It was so quiet in the room, you could hear the unstable metal creaking beneath your two bodies. A slight wind whistled between the shards of glass still in the window frames, and the fizz of static echoing from somewhere in Alastor’s body filled your ears.

When you parted his coat, his ears flattened to his head and Alastor’s grip on his chest tightened. You were half afraid he’d sink his claws into himself, then you, so you covered his hand with yours.

“Hey, it’s okay. Trust me.”

Your reassuring smile fell flat but Alastor’s hand did eventually relax beneath yours, and you went back to moving his coat aside.

With your eyes down, you felt as if you were putting your head between the wide open jaws of a crocodile, but Alastor stayed completely still as you carefully opened one of his shirt buttons. The only sign that he was still alive was the shaky rise and fall of his chest, growing steadily more uneven as you unhooked a second button.

The wound across his chest was narrow but deep, splitting his chest into two neat halves. You gritted your teeth, pushed a wave of fear and sickness back down. You were by no means a nurse, but it was bad, far worse than you had feared and beyond your abilities. Cuts and scrapes you could handle but this was surgical. Still, you weren’t deterred.

“I need-”

“I can do it.”

Alastor’s voice was calm as he gently pushed your hands away and laid his palm flat across his bare chest. His hand was so much larger than yours, it covered almost the entirety of the wound. An eerie green glow began to seep from between his closed fingers, and you realised he was healing himself.

You looked up to find Alastor already watching you curiously. As strange as it was for you to be this close to him, to touch him in completely new ways and see him so quiet and still, you thought it must be a thousand times more odd for Alastor to realise that he was allowing you to.

With his hand pressed to his chest, Alastor let his body settle back against the wall until he’d completely relaxed, like someone was cutting all his strings one by one. Still he watched you but almost lazily now, his bright gleaming eyes focused but soft.

Unsure how to help, you leaned forward and undid another of his shirt buttons so that he could position his hand better. It earned you a slight raised eyebrow but Alastor didn’t comment. Perhaps he simply didn’t have the energy.

It was far too quiet, so you said,

“I thought I’d lost you, you know.”

Alastor’s gaze slipped, almost lazily, from his torn chest to you.

Face burning, you returned your attention to undoing the buttons of his shirt, slowly unpicking them for him so that he could breathe a little easier.

“Just for a moment. I… I couldn’t find you. And then I remembered hearing Adam gloating about- I don’t even know what - and then Angel said...”

You pressed your lips together, slamming the door on the pitiful sob that sat in your throat. Whether Alastor noticed the slight crack in your voice or not, you weren’t sure, but his eyes softened even if his expression remained stoic.

He held out his free hand and you took it without hesitation. It should have struck you just how easily you fell into his waiting jaws, but you were just so glad to see that he was alright, if a little worse for wear.

Alastor carefully guided you so that you could kneel between his open legs, keeping you safely enclosed by his body. He widened his gait, allowing you to sit more comfortably and even shuffle closer, and all the while his hand stayed in yours.

It ought to have felt intimate. You hadn’t been in this kind of position with another person in so long, even touching this much seemed foreign and overwhelming now. But it just felt right. Being near to Alastor was like kneeling on the hearth before a blazing fire, warming and instinctual, but painful, you often feared, if you got too close.

Alastor’s gaze followed you, steady and sincere but guarded, as if he half expected you to pull away. You could’ve scoffed at the thought. Like that could ever be a possibility, not after today.

“My apologies, darling,” he said quietly. “A hasty retreat was necessary. He packed a bigger punch than I anticipated. I had to… Collect myself.”

He turned your hand over so that it rested in his palm. He followed the lines in your skin like a fortune teller, and you wondered what he was looking for, and what he might do with it when he found it.

In your chest, your heart was thudding like a piston. This wasn’t the right time, this wasn’t the right place. You were both exhausted, injured, your patience wearing thin and your emotions all over the place. But this was all you had, this, here, right now, and for some reason, telling Alastor all you’d ever wanted to say to him suddenly felt as easy and as natural as inhaling.

“Do you remember that feeling we talked about? A sharp tug here…”

You pressed one hand against your brimming chest.

“And here…”

You dragged the same hand down to the pit of your stomach.

Alastor watched the motion as he always watched everything you did, with acute fascination, curiosity, and hunger.

“Yes,” he said, and looked down at his own, open, wounded body.

Hardly daring to breathe, you reached out and slipped your fingers under his angular jaw. Alastor often dragged a hand down the small of your back or put an arm around your shoulders, but you never really returned the favour. You just didn’t think he would enjoy it, but he seemed to need it now.

You lifted his head so that he had to meet your gaze.

“My chest felt like it had been torn in two when I thought he’d killed you,” you said, hoping he’d be able to locate the anger in your meaning as well as the love.

Don’t ever do that to me again. Don’t you dare.

Alastor’s gaze drifted between your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. The smile that haunted your dreams turned down, just a fraction, at the corners. That was a good enough apology for you.

“Did it go away?” you asked. “Like you thought it might?”

Alastor hesitated, then went to shake his head. He stopped when he realised it might dislodge your hand from his jaw, the last thing that either of you wanted, so he changed his mind and twisted his mouth instead.

“No. It did not,” he said. “If anything, it actually feels worse.”

His eyes were soft as he let his free hand drop to your waist. He ever so slightly pulled you closer, dipping his fingertips into you.

“After the battle? Or right now.”

Alastor didn’t answer for a moment. He seemed distracted by your hand under his jaw. He closed his bright, burning eyes, and with a sigh, let his head rest in your hand.

Biting back a smile, you turned your wrist so that you could cup his cheek properly in your palm. His hum of approval made your heart skip.

“Alastor?”

With his eyes still closed, he waved an airy hand. His wince of pain when it stretched his torn skin caught your attention, but then his hand found your waist again, as if he’d done it a thousand times.

“Oh, a little of column A, a little of column B.”

When he didn’t say anything more, you slipped your thumb across his cheek, smoothing it back and forth against his skin until Alastor sighed again.

His warm breath swept along the skin of your upturned wrist, a lightning bolt of a reminder of how close you were right now. You were holding the face of one of Hell’s most powerful overlords. He’d melted into your touch, eyes closed, heart literally open. Alastor couldn’t have been more vulnerable or exposed, and it was all for you.

“I didn’t think you liked being touched.”

You didn’t mean to whisper. The first word caught in your throat and sounded so harsh as it broke through the stillness that you immediately dropped your voice. Still your thumb smoothed across Alastor’s cheek, and still he sank deeper and deeper into your touch, almost like he was falling asleep.

“It’s alright when it’s you,” he said, and for the first time that day, the radio static was gone from his voice.

“Have you figured out what it is yet?”

“Hm?”

“The feeling we talked about. You didn’t seem sure before.”

“I think I might have. I’m not sure what to do about it, though.”

“Who says you have to do anything? I’m quite happy as we are.”

Alastor cracked an eye open.

You regretted saying anything but to your relief, he didn’t lift his head.

“You are?” he asked.

“Are you?”

Alastor did lift his head then, though with obvious reluctance. You tried not to look too disappointed.

He did something funny with his mouth. He couldn’t stop smiling but the corners turned down again, just a little, as he almost pouted in thought.

At his chest, the ghoulish green glow was still strong and steady. You itched to pull his hand away and take a look but you didn’t want to interrupt the healing process. Alastor knew what he was doing, though you didn’t think he’d ever been struck down quite so violently before. You’d have to keep an eye on him.

“I suppose,” he said, as if you were discussing a business deal or something as simple as the weather. “I had thought of trying something, though. Just to be sure.”

“What’s that?”

Alastor hesitated, then slowly lifted his shoulders, straightening up so that his back left the support of the wall.

“No, don’t…”

Immediately, your hands flew to his shoulders and gently pressed him back into the position he’d been in, but now you were so close that Alastor was able to incline his head and press a soft kiss to your cheek.

You froze, stunned. Then the world sped up again until your head span.

You reached out for something stable and strong to clutch onto and found Alastor. You wrapped your fingers around the edges of his coat again, unintentionally pulling him forward those last few inches, and now his chest was pressed against yours.

You were so dumbstruck, you couldn't even bring yourself to blink for several moments, and when you finally managed to speak, your voice was small and breathless.

“Oh.”

Alastor tilted his head as he looked down at you. You felt the tip of his nose brush past your cheek, then his forehead was pressed against yours. He was warm, inviting. You couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be apart from him again.

“My apologies,” Alastor said. “I couldn’t resist any longer.”

“No, no, don’t be… Sorry…”

You could’ve laughed at the bizarreness of it all, but all you could think about was Alastor’s large hand on your waist, his warm chest against yours, and the way he was looking at you. He wasn’t nervous, no, it wasn’t that. While Alastor waited patiently for your verdict, a wave of peace washed over his face. You realised it was the first time you’d seen him truly, candidly happy.

"I think..."

Your fingers tightened around the edges of his coat as you shuffled forwards on your knees, leaning into him so that Alastor could have no doubt of your intentions.

“I think we can do better than that.”

“Oh?”

“Can I?”

Alastor nodded, his gaze already dropping to your lips. It sent a shiver over your skin, the thought of this awful, terrible, wonderful man handing you the reins, allowing you to touch him in ways he’d never felt before, to speak to him in ways no one had ever dared.

Your mouths barely touched at first, your lips just grazing his, but it was enough to set your heart racing. Then Alastor’s hand slipped round to your back and pressed in, pulling you tighter against him, and your breath caught in your throat.

You kissed him gently, with no sense of urgency, like you had all the time in the world and nowhere else to be but right here. As Alastor’s mouth moved against yours, slowly, tentatively, you found yourself forgetting about the world outside. All that mattered was Alastor, just you and Alastor, everything else was meaningless.

Suddenly, he pulled back, hissing sharply between his closed teeth. You’d leaned against his hand, the one still pressed to his chest. Somehow he still had the wherewithal to focus on healing himself while kissing you senseless. He really was a marvel, you could barely remember how to breathe.

“Oh, God, Al. I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, no…”

You were so close that you were murmuring into each other's mouths, sharing one breath, one heartbeat.

Alastor hummed and kissed your cheeks softly, one then the other, then the tip of your nose. It was surprisingly sweet of him, something that was yours to see and yours alone.

“Quite the opposite.”

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cinnamon-galaxies · 4 months 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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queenie-avenue · 1 year ago

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Charming Demon Belle!

—> he expresses interest in you.

⤻ reader is female, reader's race/animal theme is not specified, reader is a bit insecure, alastor is a semi-sweetheart in this one, fluff, no canon-typical violence, dancing but it's not jazz *gasp*

notes: this fic was honestly a bit rushed, but i do really love alastor as a character and really wanted to write a fic for him but i currently do not have the time to invest in one idea i have for a longform fic so here's something small. feel free to post asks for alastor, or any other hazbin character, i would love to write your ideas!

💌 ⤻ archives.

You had been at the Hotel for a few months now, working on those trust exercises that Charlie persuaded — forced — you to join in. You loved the girl, but you found her methods to be a bit too idealistic at times. Especially since during your time as a human, you saw just how cruel life could actually be.

Still, you joined in because you came to love the girl. You came to love the rest of the staff and visitors too.

Whenever you came back to the Hotel after a long day of doing whatever, there Husker was with your favourite cocktail or Angel would be there to crack his stupid jokes and innuendos that would always make you huff out a laugh no matter how tired you were. Vaggie was a fun person to be around. There was quite a bit of anger in her, but you couldn't help but like how assertive she could be. You honestly admired her for being such a strong woman, something you thought you could never be. Charlie was just a ray of sunshine and though Nifty was weird, you found her almost endearing, just like Sir Pentious and his nerdy displays.

There was one person you could never calm yourself around though and it was the host of the Hotel.

Alastor, the Radio Demon.

Perhaps it was his reputation that made you feel so uncomfortable around him, but you refrained from speaking to him as much as you could. Those eyes and that never-ending smile seemed to follow you wherever you went, though, and you found that wherever you went, he was there just waiting.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

The Hotel was practically empty by the time afternoon hit. Husk was out getting more things for the bar alongside Nifty, who needed to buy more materials for cleaning. Angel Dust was at work. Charlie and Vaggie seemed to be on a date, of some sorts, encouraged by you as they seemed to be rather stressed these few days because of the upcoming Extermination.

As for Alastor... probably up in his radio tower.

And for you? You were lounging on the couch in the lobby of the hotel, scrolling through various television channels and hoping to find one that would entertain you for long enough.

"Hello, my dear!" The static-filled voice almost made you fall off the couch as you looked up to see the Radio Demon standing over you. "What are you doing?" Alastor inquired, looking at you before his gaze shifted to the TV in front of you, his eyes narrowing in what appeared to be annoyance. "Oh, you're watching a picture box, how quaint." He attempted to remain cordial in his speech, but it was clear he wanted to wreck that television.

He reached for the remote and pressed a few buttons. "What are you doing?" This time, it was your turn to question him.

"Turning off this pesky little thing, dear! You know, too much of this," he pointed his cane at the TV, "rots your brain!" He chuckled as he finally pressed the correct button to turn it off.

"You should get off the couch and get some exercise. Today is far too nice of a day to be wasted on such idle activities." He grinned wider as he his clawed hands grabbed yours and dragged you up.

"H-hey!" You yelled, shocked by the sudden touch. Despite the fact Alastor hated someone invading his personal space, he seemed to love to invade others.

"I know you don't like to exercise, so I have come up with a rather fun activity for us to partake in." Your eyes widened at his words. What in Hell's name did he mean by that? You had seen what Alastor viewed as 'fun' and you were now worried. He snapped his fingers as he dragged you to the middle of the lobby, a radio materialising on the bar desk as it began to loudly play some jazz music. "Some dancing ought to do the trick." He smiled.

"Um, Alastor." You peeped, "I'm glad you want to do an... activity with me. But I don't know how to dance. Let alone dance for some jazz music." You grinned awkwardly up at him as he looked down at you and tutted his lips.

"Ah, no worries." He grinned as he snapped his fingers again, causing the music on the radio to shift from jazz to classical. "We can start slow, of course. I could never force a lady to do something she didn't like." Well, that was ironic, considering what he was doing now.

"Hold on." He grinned as he grabbed your waist, using his other hand to guide yours to his shoulders. Without being able to respond, he dragged you across the floor.

"One, and a two. One and a two." He demonstrated how his feet moved about the floor, forcing you to follow against his steps as he swirled you about the hall. "See, you're already getting a hang of it." You couldn't help but smile at his words.

"Heh, yeah I guess I am." You grew more relaxed as you looked up at Alastor and his toothy grin and ash face.

He grinned wider. "I'm so glad that you are starting to feel comfortable around me, my darling." He expressed as he spun you around. "I was simply so hurt when I saw you interacting with the others but not me." He pulled you closer to his chest, "Might I ask why?" Alastor asked, the static filter on his voice disappearing slightly to reveal his human voice.

"I guess we just have personality clashes?" You tried to lie, not wanting to admit that you were intimidated and scared witless thanks to this demon, especially with the way he stalked you in the shadows at times.

"Haha!" He laughed comically. "My, what an intriguing assumption, my dear Belle!" He exclaimed as he spun you around and dipped you down. "I think we have more in common than you think."

"Like what?" You gasped out as he held you down, your hair brushing against the floor as you gazed up at him.

"Well, we're both sinners."

You deadpanned at his explanation. "That's it?"

"Well, there's certainly more, but why not leave it up for us to discover?" He suggested with a grin before pulling you up, slamming your face into his chest. Alastor gripped your chin in his sharp hands, his smile growing more sinister.

"I would certainly love to know more about you." His smile grew brighter, his eyes glimmering with a hint of intrigue and desire.

Shit, somehow that was the only thought running through your mind.

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