#Alan Sharpe

[lucifers-horror-harem]

No Way Out

AYO PALS NEW BOY JUST DROPPED AND I’M READY TO INTRODUCE Y’ALL TO HIM! So I’ve been tossing around this idea for a new slasher for a while, had his face claim (Michael Rooker cause i’m a Rooker Hooker) for a while and his general canon, but only recently did I have the sudden realization of how I could fit him into Alan’s universe so to speak and from there everything has been falling into place so well. So here he is folks, my new slasher OC, Clint Boone, hope y’all love him as much as I do <3

Warnings: Reader with female pronouns, being victim to Alan’s yandere tendencies, kidnapping, use of chloroform, bear traps, reader gets injured, threatened with a gun, Boone making threats with Implications TM, overall bleak outlook for reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Can't stop moving. Not even for a second to catch your breath. The moment you falter even a moment will be the one that all the nerve endings in your body cease to be numb. All the pain will rush back into your bones, halting you for good. Then he'll catch you. You weren't even sure if he knew where you were. Did he have cameras that worked this far out? You couldn't focus on that for too long or else it would drive you mad.

Your feet were torn up from all the terrain you had to scale. Sharpe lived in the middle of nowhere but surrounding the huge villa property were expansive woods that seemed to act as an active barrier. The trees dwarfed you, keeping the sun out and leaving you only in shadowy darkness that made you jump every time you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye. There were areas where sharp jagged stones seemed to be deliberately placed, slowing you down significantly. So much climbing, wading through high waters, and crawling through overgrown terrain left your body battered and bruised. Only your mind kept you going. If you stopped now, your fate would certainly be sealed. 

What you hadn't bet on was anything man-made hidden among the brush. Other than looking out for irregular terrain, you barely looked down where you were going. So when your foot hit something cool, the metallic SNAP and the sudden pain flooding your calf, you began to stumble and fall, trailing the device with you which only served to make your chest constrict. When everything was still, you threw your head back and howled up at the heavens. Who else to scream to when nothing else would save you now? Yelling to imaginary gods seemed at least marginally better than doing literally nothing. 

The pain hurt like nothing you had ever imagined in your life. Not even when you broke your leg in kindergarten after falling off a swing set. You couldn't even force yourself to look down. You weren't strong enough to face whatever you needed to try to do. And you despised yourself for it. There was nothing else to do but wait until your captor came and retrieved you, or preferably put you out of your misery. But he wouldn't do that. He'd make sure to make your life a living nightmare before ever allowing you the sweet release of leaving him for good. 

You had no clue how long you would be here, but you hoped you would bleed out before anyone found you. Not very likely, but you could at least starve to death. Maybe a mountain lion would be attracted by your screams. That is if they lived here. Wherever here was. You still didn't know. Alan had told you not to worry your pretty little head about such things, serving to isolate you further. 

By the time you were finally becoming hoarse, when not even a whimper could escape, you simply lay back on the dirt, desperately trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable return to Alan. Just like he always said would happen. You would be his for the rest of your life. 

"Ay! You deaf or something?"

Startled by the minuscule peace the situation provided, your eyes shot open. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart pounded in your ears. Body so used to running, your legs tried to move of their own volition before the surge of pain washed over you again. 

He crouched down beside you, taking in the pitiful sight before him, his eyes lingering on your leg before looking back up at you. "Looks real nasty." 

All you can think to do is blink up at him. The only thing that comes to mind when looking at him is that he looks rugged. His hands were calloused, his fingernails caked with dirt. He wore a dingy off-white wife-beater, displaying muscle that was no doubt crafted from years of hard labor. He wore a pair of cargo pants and steel-toed hiking boots. He dressed like being out in the woods was his job. 

His blue eyes narrowed as he sized you up in the same way you did him. They didn't look cold like Alan's, but they didn't seem quite welcoming either. His square jaw was clenched tight, mouth turned down in a frown amidst his mess of stubble as he seemed to be thinking of what to say next. He rubbed his hand over the mismatched shortened curls that seemed to be growing back in on his head, looking like a hack job of a haircut. It probably just got in his way out here. 

"Let's get you out." You flinched as his hands inched closer to your trapped ankle, but he cast you a stern glare. "If you don't want to talk then fine. But this is gonna get infected real quick if I don't getcha back and take care of it. Deal?" 

Swallowing the heavy dry lump in your throat, you nodded. What did you have to lose? This guy could at least get you free, and you could go from there. The man pulled a strip of fabric from his bag, wrapping it around his wrist before turning his attention back to the trap. He certainly seemed to be prepared for anything. 

You thought you were going to black out from the pain. Apparently, you still had the capability of screaming, hoarse throat be damned. But the man didn't even flinch. He simply set to work freeing you and tending to your leg as if this was just another Tuesday. You didn't even realize he had finished before you were suddenly hoisted into the air. With another shout, you clawed your fingers into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to notice. With a gruff tone, he said, "House isn't far from here. We'll get you comfy."

It was only then that you realized he carried you bridal style through the woods. You might have cared more, but at that moment he was the only one helping you and it didn't seem fruitful to pick a fight with the only guy that could protect you from Alan. So instead, you clung pitifully to him, teeth clenched tight as you tried to ignore not only the agony surging through your calf but the heavy musk of the man carrying you. 

He wasn't wrong, his place was maybe a ten-minute walk from where you were. But "house" was too generous of a description. More like a dilapidated cabin with a massive barn alongside it. The yard was full of miscellaneous parts and pieces of metal and wood, strewn about in no particular order. You weren't sure where the yard stopped and the forest began. There were all sorts of piles of things, fences that held nothing, just a mess. The only thing that looked well-maintained was a small plot of a garden off to the left of the house. You were surprised in a yard in such disarray could have something so well cared for. Perhaps it was a good sign. 

The steps of the porch creaked loudly under his foot, the paint peeling from the outside leaving only the sad discolored wood beneath. The porch swing swayed in time with the wind that was just now picking up. He barely even shifted you in his arms as he opened the door and swept you inside over the threshold. 

He set you down gently in a large armchair. Before he could even stand back up to his full height, you grabbed onto his wrist and suddenly the words began to flow, albeit scratchy and hoarse, “I’ve been kidnapped, I don’t know where we are, you have to call the police, you can’t let him get me-”

“Woah there,” the man put his free hand on yours and patted it gently. “We’ll get you taken care of. Ambulance won’t come out this far but they can meet us in town.”

“There’s a town?” you asked pitifully. 

He nodded. “Now relax. I’ll make some calls, get everything sorted. How’s that?”

It was hard not to be lulled in by him. Even with such a gruff exterior, he had a way of making his face soft, and his words kind. He was your savior amidst this nightmare. You had to trust him. So reluctantly, you let his wrist go as he went to go make his call. 

He retrieved his phone from the other side of the room, a flip phone. Everything here was old, you realized. His house was tidier than his yard, but not by much. Even if you didn’t know he lived here, it was very obviously an older man’s bachelor pad. There wasn’t much on the walls either, and other than stacks of books strewn about amongst the other piles of miscellaneous junk, you would have a hard time pinning down who he was just from where he lived. 

“Hey.” the man said, hip resting on the wall opposite you. There was a long pause, and the man stared down at you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end. Your breath caught in your throat. And then he spoke again, “Yeah, I got her. She’s fine.”

Even though your struggled to walk, you found yourself trying to push out of the chair. But he was just as fast, pulling a gun from his back of his waistband and aiming it at your head. “Sit yer ass down, girl!” He barked, causing your legs to fall from beneath you, plopping back down on the chair. Niceties were finally dropped. Any sort of warmth fell away as he glared down at you. After a moment, he turned his attention back to the phone. “Yeah, well, if she gets to be more trouble than she’s worth then you know what to expect. Right. Best get here soon.”

He snapped the phone shut before tossing it onto the side table. You couldn’t stop the tears that flowed freely now. There was nothing left to do. This man wasn’t going to help, and you were stupid to think he would. Now all that there was left to do was cry. He eventually stopped pointing the gun at you, placing it behind him as he settled on the coffee table across from you, watching you with the smallest hint of a smirk tugging on his lips. 

It wasn’t fair. 

“Why?” you couldn’t help but whimper. 

The man only sneered, as if he was waiting for this. With his free hand, he gripped your chin, pinching your cheeks harshly with his dirty fingers. “Sharpe pays good to keep his property nice and quiet. And I like nice and quiet. His little sluts running away make things not so quiet around here. Get it?”

You wished you didn’t.

“In fact, I think you’re pretty fucking lucky,” he spat, suddenly letting go and sending you back against the chair. “You know what usually happens to sweet little things that get caught in those traps?” The smile he gave made you sick to your stomach. 

A sudden pounding at the door made you jolt, much to the man’s amusement. “It’s open,” he called out. He finally leaned back from you, tongue prodding his lower lip as he shot a glance to where the footsteps were coming from.

When Alan Sharpe strode through the doorway, you couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew what he would do to you in the coming days. If you thought he punished you before, who knew what would come of this new indiscretion of yours? Even from what you could see of him, his long black coat, black slacks, and polished shoes, none of it fit inside a house like this. It was like he was stepping into a completely different world where he didn’t fit, and yet here he was.

“Boone,” Alan sighed in greeting, patting the man’s back as he finally stood from the coffee table. “Thank you for keeping her safe.” 

The man, Boone, only shrugged. “Don’t see the point, but sure.” 

Alan snorted, but otherwise ignored his cohort. Shutting your eyes tightly, you refused to look at him as he bent down and cooed, “Oh poor thing, you’ve got some real nasty wounds there.” A sharp sting to your cheek and your eyes flew open, Alan now gripping your face with both hands. He looked down at you coldly, his eyes radiated ill intentions even with that smile plastered over his face. “I thought I warned you about leaving the house, sweetheart? Perhaps we need another lesson.”

As Alan swiftly carried you back to his car, you couldn’t help one more glance back at Boone as he stood on the porch watching the two of you leave. His flashed his horrid grin, hands planted on his hips. “Don’t forget to remind her what happens if she ever comes back out here again!” 

You really didn’t want to know what that meant. But Alan smirked anyways, sliding you inside the back seat before coming in beside you. Before you could even sputter a half-assed apology, his hand shot up to your mouth, pressing a cloth to your face as you tried to fight him off but finding the overwhelming sweet chemical smell causing your vision to blur. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” you hear Alan whisper to you as your limbs finally began to still and your eyes fluttered shut. “We’ll be home before you know it.”

#Clint Boone #Alan Sharpe #Slasher OC #Yandere OC #OC: Clint Boone #OC: Alan Sharpe

[sleptsolongwithoutyou]

When Alan imagined who'd bring up last night first, it had always been him. A cross he would happily carry up any hill. He knew enough to know that it wasn't about the topic being taboo, more that it twisted her tongue too tightly and made her face red. A trait he found more adorable than anything else.

"So, that-that thing y-y-you did with your..." pointing to her lips as she swirled her Shirley Temple by the stem of the wine glass.

The surprise might've caused him stumble if the wolfish grin that took over his face hadn't been an instinct, "The thing I did with my mouth?" She nodded, taking a grounding sip, "Which thing?" Which came with a predictable roll of her eyes, "Seemed you really liked it."

Her eyes widened, "I-I-I mean- N-n-not s-s-" shaking her head as if it would make her mouth cooperate.

He hurried across the room, holding her face in his hands as he smiled down at her, "Sometimes I forget I can't play that way with you," nothing but love in his eyes, "Let me try again. What about that thing I did with my mouth?"

"Would- would you d-do it again?"

The long silence is shattered by the chair legs squeaking across the floor and his knees hitting the floor, "I'd never stop if you let me.*

#alan sharpe #eleanor bailey #alanor #writing tidbits #spotify

[bisexual-horror-fan]

i need to hear more about this au of yours bex!!!! collabs, who else is involved, i wanna hear more if you wanna share?!!

I am more than happy to share! Alan belongs to @lucifers-horror-harem Eleanor belongs to @darkestamralime and Eve belongs to @tinymonsterlover

All my friends have very hot and fun OCs to play with. Under the cut more sex work, camming, toy use and more.

Amber started doing cam work after college. She found out about it being an option and she had to admit it sounded fun, she started it casually, just to see if she could and if the money would be good. She had a good job already, one related to her degree that covered her expenses just fine but this, camming, it was fun, way, way too fun. It scratched a certain itch, Amber exhibitionist tendencies were fully unlocked and she decided to lean into this hard. 

She researches, networks, connects, makes a few friends and she invests. She invests in her streaming space, her outfits, her audience and has been at this for a few years at this point. She is well known, well loved and very, very well tipped. 

Amber loves game nights the best and loves to show off. Some nights where she plays stripper are her favourites, allows people to pay to play music for her to dance to, more money the more clothing comes off, naturally. Her pole skills are ever improving, she puts a lot of effort into learning it and loves the exercise it provides. Another great night is doing full group sessions, people can pay to submit porn clips for everyone to get off together too and Amber will rate your taste. 

Alan Sharpe is someone that she collabs with early on. Mr.Sharpe has some very dom/Daddy/Master/Sir focused content, he also does some straight audio content that does very well and when Amber makes a few guest appearances to help make some of the background sounds more “realistic” his stream numbers go insane. Amber has had him by a few times on hers, particularly on some “game nights”, Alan actually won during an extended game of “Edge To Edge” against Amber and she totally didn’t let him win on purpose or anything like that and he got to choose the direction of the rest of the stream that night. No one complained, least of all Amber. They have a great friendly and working relationship outside of camming. 

Amber is bi as fuck and has a few lovely ladies she does collab streams with, her main two are Eleanor and Eve. With both they go really hard, coordinated outfits and fully planned scenes, toys galore and more dirty talk than anyone could ever reasonably handle. Amber is convinced if she did a stream with both at once she wouldn’t need to cam for two months from the money that they’d make. She is thinking of holding out on that for a big anniversary for her account. To go into a bit more detail, people love how even it is between her and Eleanor, there is a wonderful give and take, a very fun and light energy, like two old friends with tons of stories and banter and lots of orgasms and strap-on use. They vibe and gell super well. For Amber and Eve, people love how intense it can be, Amber loves to laugh and usually keeps it light and fun in general but Eve can bring out this really strong heavier vibe that is a great change of pace, lots of body worship too. 

Now as for Freddy! It was one evening while doing a Q and A where someone asked if there was anyone else that she would stream with and she said with the right person she’d love to. She had gotten into a comfortable routine with who she’d be streaming with so far but if you wanna stay on top you always have to be open and willing to try new things. She says she is open to suggestions and the chat lights up, it’s hard to keep track until someone suggests one name and the whole chat echo’s it. Seems very familiar and she does a quick google and she has seen him around, watched (and cum) to those streams. He does some very hardcore streams, has a whole elbarote set, very BDSM focused and the streams where he invites some girl on to play with are the best ones. She teases that maybe she could be one of those lucky, lucky girls. She reaches out on a whim after the stream that night and guess who is a big, big fan of Amber’s? 

Plans are made for a meet-up to check compatibility and she can hardly wait!

#More Amber cam au! #TMOMD #Amber Cottrell #Alan Sharpe #BHF asks #BHF writing #Thank you for asking for this!!!

[rigatoniiiiiiii]

Yummers

#animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #ava #avm #alan becker #ava blue #avm blue #tbh really like my blue design it fucks #also gd i accidentally gave blue some sharp ass calves #pastart

[preggomancer]

pov: the hottest T4T power couple on campus are judging you

#people asked for both of them so i did both of thems #tulip doesn't look quite right i think i made her nose too sharp? whatever #preg #preg kink #mpreg #tmpreg #fpreg #tfpreg #pregnancy kink #belly kink #mart #alan #tulip t #sorry the image is blurry its just that i do not care

[agentorange87]

Alan Wilder, Something To Do, 101 (1988)

#Depeche Mode #Alan Wilder #Something To Do #101 #giffedbyme #The way he walks so casually around the keyboard #It's like a walk in the park #Didn't add any sharpness since the video was already sharp

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

#sorrynotsorry

#aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy #professor aesop sharp #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy meme #aesop sharp x mc #aesop sharp smut #lord of the rings #rammstein #till lindemann #hannibal #alan rickman

[lazy-cat-corner]

The four elements.

#halloween #crimson peak #graphic design is my passion 🐸 #get in loser we’re going shitposting! #lucille sharpe #thomas sharpe #edith cushing #alan mcmichael

[thirsty4villains]

Here's to another year of fetishizing that middle aged man

#loki #tom hiddleston #kylo ren #adam driver #petyr baelish #littlefinger #thomas sharpe #snape #alan rickman

[mensuited]

#alan ritchson #actor #open shirt #silk shirt #chelsea boots #boots #handsome #sharp #style #sexy #suave #fashion #hunk #stud #titans #watch

[darklinaforever]

People who try to argue that Edith was not in love with Thomas must be missing the premise of the film being a gothic romance... (I've literally seen someone say that Thomas didn't seem happy that Edith survived at the end and seemed shocked / disappointed that she was alive. WTF ? The guy literally tried to save her when he was alive and his appearance as a ghost was specifically for that purpose too...) Worse, those who think that Edith would end up in the future with Alan while the beginning of the movie literally says that Edith will die a widow.

#thomas sharpe #edith cushing #edith sharpe #crimson peak #guillermo del toro #thomas x edith #edith x thomas #thomas and edith #edith and thomas #alan mcmichael #Alan McMichael #gothic romance

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Savior

Heyoooo all I’m back! So this time I actually have a bit of a vent fic using my OC Alan Sharpe trying to work out some bullshit that happened at work. I’m okay and everything is getting sorted but yeahhhhh I needed to use Alan to enact a tiny bit of murder to make me feel better. I used third person but left the name off of the female character so you can self insert if you like.

Word Count: ~2k Warnings: Workplace sexual harassment, stalker/yandere OC, stabbing

Despite appearances to the contrary, Alan was a creature of habit. He had his rituals that he carried on throughout the day, though they weren't apparent to those around him. But those that weren’t close enough to him would ever suspect anything beyond the professional outer shell that was Alan Sharpe.

So to anyone else, it was a normal day. Alan would stop at the cafe down the street from his office. He refused anyone grabbing coffee for him, and would rather go without than to have someone get something that didn't suit his tastes. It was a hole in the wall establishment, one that favored the customers who weren't in a rush to grab subpar coffee and hurry to wherever they needed to be. It was warm and inviting, with seating for those who wished to stay a while. Alan never did, but he appreciated the ambiance for the few moments he lingered inside. 

What he appreciated more than any of these things, however, was the one particular barista who had caught his eye a few months back. She was a new hire, and while very quiet, had a smile that warmed him up in ways he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew she smiled for every customer like that, he wasn't delusional. But he wanted her smile just for himself. The days where they were able to engage in light conversation when he purposefully visited during a lull in the day made that thought burn in the back of his brain more intensely with every passing day. 

But that would all come in due time. He was a patient man. No need to rush these things. 

So as he entered his building, said hello to the various staff members and employees along the way, and smiled and greeted his secretary warmly before entering his office, he proceeded to begin his next ritual. Placing his coffee to his right, he opened his email, other documents that needed attending to, and after a few extra clicks and entering a password, another page popped up on his monitor. He placed his pages in a way that the live feed footage was in a smaller window beside his work pages, displaying multiple angles of the cafe that he could then click between at will. 

Technology had truly improved over the years, and as a man with more money than he truly knew what to do with, he could procure anything his heart desired. Alan always marveled at just how easy it was to hack into something like this in a business. He had assumed that most places wouldn’t have an easily cracked open back end to their security systems, but apparently he was giving them too much credit. Besides, why would anyone think that someone would want to see the cameras in their little store?

He sipped his coffee and spent a few moments watching the woman that had so entranced him. Alan imagined the smiles she gave every few moments to eager customers were being given to him, eyes shining so brightly as she would hand him his coffee. He imagined the day when he would allow his finger to "accidentally" brush hers. Alan knew she would chuckle softly and issue apologies, even though there wouldn't be a need for any. He wanted to see her relax, be free from the stress of retail work and simply enjoy her days with him by her side. He wouldn't have her lift a finger if she didn't want to. He'd give her the world if she only asked. 

A ping from his computer snapped him out of the moment, and he sighed, minimizing the window once more and placing it on the top right corner of his monitor so he could see what new problem was requiring his attention. 

Hours went by without incident. Every so often he would flick his eyes back to that small window, watching until he was satisfied and focusing back on his work. Alan loathed his paperwork heavy days, and apparently this was proving to be one of those. He finally leaned back in his chair with a groan, rolling his shoulders and neck before kneading his fingers over the bridge of his nose. The eye strain from the computer was starting to get to him, and he supposed it would be time for a break soon. Maybe he would go on a walk, grab another coffee, talk to his sweet barista…

But she wasn't there. Alan glanced over the staff at the counter, not seeing her among them. She wasn’t due to leave for a few more hours still. He maximized the page again, clicking through cameras before finding her. She was checking in a delivery in the back room and standing a noticeable distance away from the driver. 

Alan narrowed his eyes. He'd seen this guy before from other days. This cafe bought from a lot of local vendors, so he would deliver his product every few weeks to the cafe. But Alan could tell from the first time he laid eyes on the guy that he didn't like him. He always stood too close to his sweetheart, and she made a habit of trying to create as much distance as possible whenever he had to get checked in. These cameras weren't equipped with audio, so Alan could only imagine the asinine conversations he droned on about to her as he always seemed to overstay his welcome. He didn't like the way his eyes lingered, and even without being able to see clearly, Alan knew that the her body language was closed, avoiding his gaze, that she did her best to protect herself. 

And that's when it happened. She had been reading something off of the invoice, and for whatever reason, the guy came up and stood beside her, looking at the invoice over her shoulder. However, the thing that made Alan's blood boil was how the man put his hand on her back. Not high enough to be considered friendly, and not low enough to be considered a blatant grope. Alan's heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he watched her try to twist away, which she no doubt did because she was probably too frozen to call him out directly. But he ignored it, allowing his hand to sit right by her side as he continued to pretend to read whatever it was on the invoice that she had asked about until he finally stepped away. 

Livid wouldn't describe the feelings that went through Alan's brain at the moment. What he felt was rage in its most pure unadulterated form. It didn't matter that she was the object of his affections, he would have reacted that way seeing any woman be so disrespected, but it did amplify his need to solve this matter immediately. The only thought running through his mind was how he was going to protect his sweetheart and make it so she wouldn't have to deal with this or any other unwanted advances for the rest of her life. 

He kept the camera up as he quickly scoured through Google, typing in the things he already knew about the vendor. After the first few appearances of this man, Alan had already become acquainted with his little business and everything about it. Simply for his own curiosity, of course. But now he used that information to find all of his business listings, his name, and some of the personal information from his social media pages. Alan then brought up one of the databases he used that was perhaps a tad unethical to use in this way. But it was this man's fault for leaving himself wide open on the internet enough for Alan to connect the pieces. 

Soon enough, he had the last known address of this man. Alan's fingers drummed on the desk, his mind racing as he tried to regain control of himself. He couldn't stop the fantasies playing out in his brain, of finding this man and torturing him in a multitude of different ways. There was always quick and easy, but what about slow and painful? What would he use? How would he set the scene afterwards? How could he get this man to see the absolute error of his ways before meeting his maker? 

But the thing that brought him back to reality were the cameras. He watched his sweetheart, hidden amongst the back stock of coffee beans with her hands pressed to her eyes. The driver was long gone by now. His stomach dropped as he heard in his mind her pretty voice being wracked with the stifled sobs that were held back by biting her lip. Her shoulders trembled, and she stood there, alone, afraid of what to do, what to say, who to tell, and how violated she felt in that moment. 

This will end tonight. 

Alan spent no time at all figuring out where this guy spent his evenings out, and thankfully by the time the man finally stumbled out of his favorite bar he was alone. The thought of being attacked alone at night had never crossed this man's mind, and Alan smirked at the irony of it all. 

The guy wandered a few blocks before deciding to take a shortcut through the park nearby. Alan smiled under the collar of his coat he had popped up, partly to evade detection and partly because it was freezing. A perfect cover. He was far enough away from the man that if there happened to be anyone asked to be witnesses, they wouldn't think twice about Alan. The street was so sparse Alan didn't even think it would come to that, but he went through another entrance of the park, just in case. 

It wasn't even a challenge. The man had his guard down, not even noticing how alone he was. He barely reacted to Alan placing himself on the path ahead of him walking the opposite way. Only when Alan, just before passing him, suddenly stepped in front of his path, plunging the sharp blade into his belly, did the man finally look at Alan. He mused how lucky he was the man wasn't wearing a heavier coat or there might have been more of a struggle. But the thin hoodie did nothing for the multiple stabs Alan got in before the man could even realize what was happening. He fell backwards, Alan following him and delivering a few more blows, the blade twisting and tearing in the fleshy wound like butter as Alan clapped a hand over the man's mouth to prevent sounds alerting anyone nearby. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he leaned down into the man's face, which reeked of sweat and beer, as he hissed, "Didn't your mother teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" 

Alan wasn't sure if the man ever realized the connection, but as stood back up it felt like the weight of his anger had slumped off his shoulders and onto the ground, relieving him of his burden once more. He had grabbed the man's wallet, and took the cash before flinging it back onto the ground. He assessed his body, blood blending nicely on his black clothes on a dark night like this. Black leather gloves made it so there would be no trace of him left behind, and to any normal person it looked like a robbery gone wrong. 

Smiling, Alan quickly hurried to the other end of the park, being careful to avoid anyone else should they appear. But he was home free. He slipped into the back of the black car that was parked on the other side of the street, and his man in the driver's seat simply nodded and took off down the road and back to his apartment where he could shed these clothes and be rid of them. He'd take a long shower, ridding himself of any other traces of what he did tonight, and spend the rest of his night relaxing. Thinking of her. Wondering if when he finally had her, that he should tell her about this. Alan couldn't help the wry smile. He was certain she would thank him. Her savior.

#Alan Sharpe #oc: alan sharpe #slasher oc #yandere oc

[sleptsolongwithoutyou]

Alan has never really been religious. Christmas, Easter, maybe a baptism or two. Performative Catholicism is always how he'd thought of it. And the rosary in his dresser has been more of a memory to hold onto, something left of his mother, than anything to do with the Father, Son or Holy Spirit. But here he was, knelt in front of one of the few relics left behind of an old life, running the beads between his fingers and hoping that if there was something up above it was still listening.

Nothing was more important than this. Giving Eleanor something she had denied herself since long before he'd know her. It was sacred, far more sacred than these totems but he refused to let the thought cross his mind otherwise it taint what little help he was asking for her. This night would change everything. But how is not something he was willing to leave up to chance.

Perfect. It had to be perfect. Just like she was. Just like she looked now, opening the door in the open robe and fluffing her hair with a nervous smile. She doesn't trust her voice as much as he doesn't trust his own.

"Amen."

Alan wasn't sure who he had been praying to anymore but it felt more like Eleanor.

#Spotify #alan sharpe #eleanor bailey #alanor #writing tidbits

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Well first of all CONGRATS ON 2K BEX U DESERVE EVERY ONE!!! Now you mentioned Amber being available to request, would you perhaps allow for a meeting of our OCs again? How about some Alan Sharpe x Amber, during an office party of some sort. She's invited as her company works with his, and so the two of them dance around each other the entire night being flirty and coy and finding new and inventive ways to tease the other. Until finally it all culminates in Alan sneaking Amber into his office, where he punishes her for being such a tease. Maybe he gags her a bit with his fingers (with the rings of course) to try to keep quiet so no one hears. Definitely lots of dirty talk, rough sex, maybe some spanking in-between and Alan making sure Amber is thoroughly fucked before the two of them leave again and try to inconspicuously blend back into the party where hopefully no one notices how disheveled they are. Thank u very much my lovely and congrats again!!!!

Ayyyyy! Lottie baby! Thanks so much for putting in for this! Any excuse to write Amber and Alan I am gonna take! I hope this 3.3K one-shot satisfies as always! Let’s not waste time and get riiiight into it. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.3K. Amber Cottrell X Alan Sharpe. Warnings: Teasing. Coy Bullshit. Amber And Alan Being Well Amber And Alan. Dirty Talk. Begging. Punishment. Spanking. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Gagging. Cream Pie. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Hair Pulling.

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Keep It Down.

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When Amber got the invitation mixed in with her usual office mail she was grinning almost ear to ear. Alan had made mention that his office was having a holiday party, she had heard stories that the party they host is usually quite nice, good food and drink and making merry a plenty. Some old saying about working hard and playing hard flits through her mind and the people at Alan’s office certainly worked hard. 

She read over the info and made a note in her calendar as well as began to mentally plan just what she should wear. She thinks perhaps a new dress entirely is in order for this occasion. The party is in about a week, she gives it three days before officially telling Alan over the phone that she will be there. He tries to play it cool, says he is glad she can make it with a mostly cool and detached affectation to his voice but she is sure he is near giddy on the other end of the line. 

Playing this game, this back and forth is fun, it’s been going on for a long while, even after they have started hooking up and being more physical, the pair still enjoys the near endless teasing and playing around as if they aren’t very into each other, Amber especially. What can she say? She loves being a tease, plus he makes it too easy and far too enjoyable to give up anytime soon.

Amber takes her time that night getting ready, she isn’t in a rush to get over there, insisting on being fashionably late, if only to make him sweat just a little. She came out from the cold into the building’s lobby, gift in hand, honestly excited to see this party first hand. She came by the day before to drop off some paperwork and everyone was talking so much about it her curiosity was thoroughly piqued. 

She was checked in at the front desk no problem, name near the top of the list and she rode the elevator up to the floor she had visited over and over again. When the doors slid open she knew just where to go, the flashing lights, the music, the sound of merriment and reverie floated down to where she was easily. She headed towards the sound of the party, stopped before crossing the threshold, asked by an attendant for her coat and she took off her gloves, slipped them into her pocket and took the coat off, passing it over with a simple, “Thank you.”

She had to give it up. She was impressed. 

The spread was ample, she was flitting through the crowd, one thing on her mind, finding wherever he was. She was dying to see his reaction to her little outfit and to be even more honest, she was curious as fuck to see what he was wearing. He always dressed well and she was sure he would go all out for such a big event. 

It wasn’t that hard to find him, he cut quite the imposing silhouette, picking him out in the throng of people was easy. He was leaning against the bar, ordering a drink, perfect, she strolled up, he looked good, suit was black with red accents, great shoes, and his hair looked amazing as always too. She slotted herself right next to him, forearms on the bar as she looked up to him with a smile on her face. Her heel nudged his ankle as she said, “You sure know how to throw a party.”

Even through the voices and over the music he knew the lilt of that voice anywhere. He looked down to his side to see Amber herself looking up at him. He had been waiting for her for nearly two hours, trying not to look pressed or stressed or like he was watching the door but he was excited ever since she agreed to come. So to see her now, hair up, a few pieces framing her face, made up, sparkly and smokey eye shadow and red lips he felt like he could finally breathe. She was in another ridiculously tall set of heels and a deep green velvet dress that showed off a healthy amount of cleavage, a slit up one side creeping high on her thigh, tasteful jewellery matching it all just so. She looked hot and so her. He wanted to reach out and touch her immediately. He tried to keep it cool and not act so affected by how good she looked, opting to say easily, “Well, I was starting to worry you weren’t going to show up.” 

Luckily for him she wanted to touch him too, she held her arm out inviting him for a hug which he took her up on, “What can I say? I managed to find the time in my busy schedule.” 

“Oh how big of you to grace me with your presence.” He hummed, a hand firmly on her lower back as they hugged before she pulled back. 

“I know, I’m spoiling you. Count it as a gift.” She said easily and now with him fully facing her she could really take in his outfit from the front. Again red and black, a good mix of fabrics, some of the material was more textured, almost quilted, others looking silky, all very touchable. She loved it until her eyes hit chest level and she laughed. His suit and outfit was good, fashion forward, lavish looking, clearly expensive and well thought out, but instead of one of the usual ties she had seen him wear, something with just as much taste, there was what might have been the cheesiest Christmas tie she’d ever seen. 

“What the fuck is that?!”

The tie was dark blue in background, snow falling on it, a whole house detailed on the bottom, the house was decked out in lights and sticking upside down, and his ass hanging out in the chimney was ol Santa Claus himself. “What? You don’t like it?”

He asked, a tone of mock innocence, one hand on his chest as she giggled, her head shaking as she tried to gain composure, “If you don’t like it like this, maybe this will change your mind-” 

He pressed a spot on the bottom of the tie and all the lights on the house and wrapped around the chimney sprung to life, flashing between red and green. That got her to snort out a laugh that turned a few heads. Her hands were on his chest, her head tipped forward as she attempted to catch her breath, the smile wouldn’t leave his face, happy to have made her laugh this much and to have her so close. When she finally did stop laughing he asked, “So how about a drink?”

“God, yes please.” He ordered for her, some holiday themed cocktail made especially for this party and she gave it up, it was fucking good. After that first sip he asked, “Who’s that for?” 

Pointing to the gift on the bar and she smiled, setting her drink down then sliding the box over, “Welllll it might be for you.” 

“For me? And I didn’t get you a thing.”  She scoffed and waved him off, “You don’t gotta get me anything.” 

He picked up the thin box, making a mental note he should still get her something. It didn’t look like it was expensive, he was still cautious however as he untied the ribbon. He popped the top off and was greeted with a very nice looking pen, it was heavy, had some good weight to it, polished dark metal, almost black with silver accents. He looked over to her, leaning on one hand, smiling up at him, “Figured with all the business we do together it’d be appropriate.”

“Amber, this is, really, really nice thank you.” He said it sincerely, he was really touched and she said, “You’re welcome.” 

There was a beat of a moment, sweet and genuine before she was turning the tables again and teasing him once more. “So about this car crash of a tie-”

The party was a great time. More talking happened between the pair as well as they both flitted around to check in with other people. A lot of people had gotten to know Amber from how often she came by the office and all wanted to wish her well and check in this holiday season. Alan being the boss of course had to make the rounds, while doing so his eyes kept on wandering to her, seeing her talking, twirling her hair, drinking, laughing, a little too close for comfort to some of these people. He see’s how some of the younger men and interns are looking at her and he isn’t crazy about it. He does know that he has a leg up, even if she doesn’t say it, she likes him a lot. 

They still managed to keep on finding and coming back to each other in between all the other moments and conversations. Lingering touches, some heated looks and some much less than subtle flirting on both their parts. He noticed her nails at one point, complimented them and to allow him a better look the fingers on her left hand trace the edge of the top of her dress, showing off the clear manicure with the swirling silver glitter design on it, calling attention naturally to her chest in the process. When she caught him looking she was smirking and he knew he’d have to up his game. 

It was easy when the next time he passed her a drink and she noticed his rings. She knew he liked his hands and those rings in particular, caught the way her teeth tugged lightly on her bottom lip. 

She’d brush against him a bit too close or adjust that awful tie and he’d lean in to whisper something in her ear, lips brushing against her in a way that he knew made her tense and want to shiver. 

They were being awful to each other. 

At one point getting another drink she was recounting a story, waiting for their cocktails and he picked up a cherry from the trays of fruit on the bar and popped it into his mouth. She thought nothing of it, still telling him what happened with her friend until he presented the stem of said cherry that he apparently just tied with nothing but his tongue and she laughed. “Oh my God, you are ridiculous. Be more cliche’. Where’d you learn that? Back at your first sock hop in the 60s?” 

“Old man jokes again, eh? And it’s not cliche’ it’s classic.” He asked with a sigh, dropping the tied stem into his currently empty glass. “A true classic and a staple.” She fired back, taunting what he said with a grin.

“What? You seriously aren’t impressed?” He asked and she purred, “I didn’t say that I’m just saying it’ll take more than a few moves of your tongue to win me over.” 

She was gonna kill him at this rate. 

It was a few hours in that he took her hand and was leading her away while most people were distracted. “Where are we going?”

“My office, I’ve got the new projections that came in early to show you-” She cut him off with a laugh as she held onto his arm, “Oh is that the excuse to get me back here?”

“I needed one, this is as good as any.” He said with a grin that made her giggle as he pushed the door open. 

He let her in first, she strode in the same as she always did, far too comfortable for an office that wasn’t hers, in a building where she was not technically employed. She heard the door click closed and heard him following up behind her. She didn’t even get the chance to turn or say some witty thing before he was on her. He turned her to him and pushed her against his desk, head dipping down, his hands on either side of his face, kissing her deeply, cutting off any hope of her running that mouth of hers. He had a terrible habit of making her feel weak when he caught her off guard like that. He kept moving her back, she managed to keep balance as she was ushered backwards until she hit the desk. One of her hands on his forearm the other resting on the hardwood for support as she returned his affection. 

Before she could really sink into it he was pulling away and she was pouting, “Why’d you stop?”

“Because you have a lot to make up for.” His hands dragged down, over her neck and shoulders, feeling her soft skin as he went and how she responded, arching closer into him before his grip tightened and he forced her against the desk harder, not allowing her to do what she wanted and keeping a small amount of distance between him and her. “What do you mean?”

She asked with a coy smile, playing dumb is something she did a little too well and it was a little too infuriating. “I mean what a fucking tease you were being out there. You really think I was gonna let you get away with that?”

He shook her shoulders when she didn’t respond and he asked, “Well? You got anything to say for yourself?”

She broke, letting a wide smile spread across her face with a shrug, “Nothin’ that wouldn’t make you even more mad Mr.Sharpe.” 

He moved quickly after that and in less than a minute she was dragged around the desk and shoved over it. Her dress was hiked up over her hips and before she could even get her bearings or raise her head his hand was coming down on her ass. He didn’t ease into it at all, the strike was firm and landed just right, his rings increased the bite of the hit and had her throwing her head back with a gasp. His hand was over her mouth immediately after, smothering the sound, he leaned over her, his chest to her back as he breathed into her ear, “You better keep it down. Don’t wanna disturb the party out there, do you?”

She moaned muffled against his hand as she ground her hips back, searching for some kind of stimulation already. As cool as she played it all their back and forth and teasing had done a number on her and she was wet and wanting. She can’t resist him on the best of days but certainly not when he was being so forceful. 

“Oh I keep forgetting what a little fucking slut you are. You’d probably looooove to get caught hmm?” His fingers traced her lips and she parted them as he forced his fingers inside and in response her tongue moved, rolling between his digits, tasting the metal of his rings as she nodded. “I bet if someone came in with me balls deep inside you’d moan louder and buck back harder.” 

His other hand that wasn’t currently finger fucking her mouth came down on her ass again. She moaned around his fingers louder, another nod before sucking on them and another hit landed, soon another and another and her legs were shaking and her chin wet with drool. She begged, wetly and pathetically around his fingers as he gagged her, “Puh-lease?”

“Awe, please?” He was still so close, pressed right to her, he whispered it right in her ear and she nodded again, another whimpering plea before he took the smallest amount of pity on her. “It is the holidays and I’m feeling generous.”

She heard the sound of his belt opening one handed and her thighs rubbed together in anticipation, “So in the spirit of the season, why not give a little?”

That is how she finds herself with one leg on the desk, her dress is hiked up higher, her drenched panties are hooked around her ankle, pretty perfect manicured fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he had her. For fear of being caught he didn’t even turn on the desk lamp, Amber was biting her bottom lip so hard she was worried she might break the skin, he had one hand on her hip and the other in her hair, ruining her pretty updo, causing the cascade of red curls to spill down her back. She was almost spilling out of the top of her dress as well, the fact her tits were contained was honestly impressive from how hard he was giving it to her. She was squirming, moving back as much as she could to meet him in the middle, the pleasure was almost too much to bare for her, the hard spanks he kept putting down on her ass weren’t helping, nor was what he was saying, just loud enough for her to hear over the sound of skin on skin. 

“You’re so fucking wet-” he panted out, “-you’re dripping down your thighs right now.” She knew he was right. She was going to attempt to respond but another smack on her ass combined with him tugging on her hair and grinding just right inside her had her crying out. 

That wouldn’t do. His hips paused for only a moment as his hands pulled off of her but she still whined in protest, “Ah-Ah-lannnn please-”

He loved when she got like this. No Mr.Sharpe, no coy teases, just loudly and helplessly moaning his name as he stretched her out. But now was not the right venue for it. He took his tie off and wrapped both ends around his hands, he leaned down, covering her once more before he lined up and gagged her with the tie. She moaned into the silky material as he started to fuck her again. She felt heavenly like this, soaked and clenching around him.

He knew that she wouldn’t last long, he could see her in the black computer screen on her desk, that beautiful fucked out face, total bliss, brows knitted together, clearly getting close. She looked so good, a total wreck, lipstick smeared from how he had his fingers in her mouth, he couldn’t wait to make her cry. 

When he had made her squirt, a mess down her trembling legs and he had spilled into her he made sure to give her a few moments before encouraging and helping her to get ready to brave the party once more. During those moments he wished he could have taken a picture of her like this, spread out on his desk, leaking the mix of him and her and struggling to catch her breath. She looked over her shoulder, “Ah-am I, haaa, forgiven?” 

His hand came down onto her already bruised ass, making her twitch with a small yelp before he said, “Yeah I’d say so.” 

She rolled her eyes with a laugh, “Gee thanks.” The shit eating grin as he was adjusting his pants and said, “You’re welcome.”  had her feeling probably better than she should. 

Getting their respective shit together took a while before they slipped back out of his office. She didn’t bother putting her hair back up and had a time fixing her makeup and trying to make it look like she didn’t get fucked stupid. He looked a little better of course but he left his tie back in his office, it was ruined by all the lipstick and spit from her. Her hand left his as they slipped back into the crowd, their eyes met briefly and she smiled warmly up at him, a raise of her eyebrows as they parted and he thought about just what gift he should surprise her with next week. 

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[spookytuesdaypod]

happy sexy bitch sunday to all who celebrate ✨

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[remyfire]

Colonel, this man sustained a head wound in an foxhole in an active war zone from a shelling attempt by his own army not even 12 fucking hours ago.

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