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koemiexists · 11 days
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need a overstim fic w alastor pleaseeeeee and maybe some bondage with his tentacles????
I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship
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summary: alastor is your best friend, you think. but he doesn't want that. and you're okay with it. word count: 1.6k tags: smut, light bondage, tentacles, tentacle sex, overstimulation, monster form alastor, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, vaginal sex a/n: sorry for the wait!! i have been busy with school, as per the usual... but again!! slowly but surely!! the tortoise wins the race as they say!
You and Alastor were practically best friends. He never said it explicitly, but you knew that you and him had to be really close for him to be so at ease with you. 
Rosie had told you that not once had his smile dropped, even in private with her. You, however, witnessed it one time. It was an accident, sure, you had just looked up at the exact moment his smile dropped from a wide grin to a bit of a grimace. It happened so quickly you almost thought you were imagining things. 
Considering this, if anyone asked, you would confidently say that you and Alastor are best friends.
Alastor didn’t think the same, though, you came to realize when he loomed over your bed one night.
You were upset, to be honest, especially because you barely had time to yank your hands out of your underwear when you heard the telltale sign of him entering.
His shadow had spread out along the wall, staring down at you as you shot up, staring at Alastor, cheeks slightly red. The room was illuminated by two light sources; the constant dim lighting of Hell and all of the artificial bulbs that littered the streets, and Alastor’s glowing red eyes staring straight at you.
“Alastor?” You whispered, tilting your head in question of just why he was at your bed in the middle of the night. Angel had dragged you to a bunch of shopping stores for the entire day, rambling about how your wardrobe was especially lacking, so you were tired, and just wanted to let loose steam before finally sleeping.
In retrospect, you were glad you went along, considering you brought Charlie a new suit that she loved.
A sharp crackle of radio static forced your thoughts back on the Radio Demon’s form, and how he just continued to stare, before clearing his throat, the constant noise altering his voice rising. 
“Apologies, (Name).” He started slowly, gently sitting at the edge of your bed as you continued to silently look at him, your confusion heightening as you began to get apprehensive of what his goal was here. 
Despite the air thickening with static and apprehension, you couldn’t help the fact that you began to get wetter at the sight of Alastor. He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing at your form. 
“Why are you here?” You question softly, removing your covers from your body as you begin to perspire lightly. “You don’t normally come into the women’s bedrooms without permission. You said that it’s not of a gentleman’s nature to do so without courting her...”
He nods lightly, inclining his head towards you as he places his microphone to the side. “You’re correct,” Alastor’s eyes are on you again, glowing lightly as his grin sharpens. “And I am here particularly to court you. Although... it seems I may have interrupted a private matter.”
You flushed, and looked away. “Yeah, you have. Is that why you were acting a bit weird?”
Alastor huffed. “Weird?” His fluffy ears drew back against his head as he rolled his eyes, his grin still present. “I was not acting in an abnormal way.”
Feeling bold, you decide to wake the lion in the den with some teasing. “Oh? Am I supposed to believe that, Al? Obviously, something is up. You’re acting weird around me.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you glared up at him.
“Watch your mouth, dear. I will not be kind to you if you keep talking.”
You snort. “How are you going to shut me up, hm? Is the big, bad Radio Demon going to broadcast my screams? Going to make me beg for forgiveness? Are you going to try and take my soul? Huh?” You’re not sure why you’re so emboldened, and why you’re trying to get a rise out of the one sinner who can kill you in an instant, yet you feel thrilled when you see his brows furrow.
His antlers grew in size, and his eyes became radio dials as his large size towered your smaller frame. His grin was so wide, you felt your heart stop for a moment as his claws dug deep into the side of your pillow, right by your head. 
Alastor watched you yelp in fear, and he can almost smell the way your blood was pumping, the way you began to clam up. “Done?” He spoke slowly, as you nodded. “Good.”
Instead of shifting to his regular form, he just snapped his fingers, and you let out a high pitched squeal when your pajamas disappeared from your body. You were left stark naked, and Alastor only gave you a look, as if to punish you for your behavior. 
“Bad girls don’t get to orgasm once and be done with it.” A tentacle shot out from his back as his shadow self held your legs in order to stop any potential movement you may make. “You’ll take what I give you. And you have made me very upset, (Name).”
You whimpered, but he ignored it, instead pulling a chair up and sitting right next to the bed. His tentacle then went straight to your awaiting cunt, rubbing from the opening of your tight pussy to the tip of your clit. 
Twisting, you let out another squeaky noise, eyes wide and face flushed. Alastor peered at you, but you only let out a gasping ‘green’ as the tentacle plunged deep in you. You shifted again, trying to make the appendage go deeper into you.
“Needy? I barely touched you.” He smirked at your writhing form, the way your hair was splayed against the pillows. Your hips began to buck upwards, trying to get closer to the base of the tentacle. “Who were you thinking of?”
You sobbed out in pleasure, feeling your abdomen tighten as a second appendage began to rub at your clit at a fast pace. “W-what? What are you-” You interrupted yourself with another pleading moan exiting your mouth. 
Alastor rubbed your legs slowly, humming. “When you were masturbating.”
“Before you arrived?” You moaned out, an arm over your head as you hiccuped. “I- It’s embarrassing. This is embarrassing.” You told him, trying to keep your noises at bay. You felt your high cresting, but you didn’t want to cum so quickly. The tentacles kept their touches up, and you bit your lip hard, drawing blood.
He narrowed his eyes at you, the room filling with a cursed energy as he continued his ministrations, ever so slightly speeding up as you barreled to your release. 
You orgasmed around the tentacle inside you, whimpering as the other one rubbed your clit at the same quick pace, throwing you into the side of overstimulation. Crying out, you try to push it out of the way, however two more tentacles come out to pull your arms back. You writhed, your leg automatically jolting out in response to the constant stimulation on your cunt, and you shrieked as Alastor began to tease another tentacle against your already filled pussy.
“Now who?” He inquired once again, watching as you sobbed from the pleasure, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. His erection pressed against his tight pants, but he just disregarded the pressure, focusing on the way your hair was tousled up, and the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth.
After another tortuous moment of this, you caved, bucking your hips as your lips parted. “You! You, Alastor! I was thinking- I was-” You moaned roughly, and he smirked as you tried to gain your bearings. “Mm, I was rubbing my wet cunt at the mere thought of you!” 
Humming, Alastor grasped your hips, retracting his appendages that were holding your arms down. He leaned over you, in perfect position to thrust inside if he was bare.
“You look gorgeous.” Was all he breathed out, as you shrieked when the second tentacle at your cunt thrusted inside. You instantly came, whining pathetically for more, even as you were overstimulated. 
The other appendages retracted, and he unzipped his pants to thrust his hard dick inside you. You choked on a moan at the feeling of his cock, especially considering it was thick and long due to his monstrous form. “Al- Mm, Alastor!” You keened, wrapping your trembling legs around his hips. 
With every thrust, the bed shook tremendously, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. In your lust-filled mind, you couldn’t remember how there was others in this hotel, how everyone must have woken up due to the amount of noise you were making-
“No one will see you in such a state, darling.” Alastor groaned through the heavy static in his voice. You let out a quiet whimper as he abused your cunt with sloppy thrusts. He was getting close, and you just wished he’d fill your pussy, to the point where you were stuffed full. 
You were well aware of his questioning gaze at you, and you tried your best to fight through the fucked dumb haze, swallowing a few time as you tried to move your tongue to make sounds. “Breed me,” You stuttered out, looking up at Alastor. “Breed me until I’m full, Alastor, please.”
Alastor growled, and shoved his cock deep inside you, watching as you squirted all over him and the bed from the strength of your orgasm. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight, and he grunted as he pulled your hips flushed against his own, before cumming inside you.
You couldn’t even moan anymore, instead making a tired yet pleasured noise at the feel of Alastor’s thick, hot cum inside your swollen, puffy pussy.
You felt, rather than saw, Alastor slowly become his regular form. He shifted you gently, and you groaned at the way your legs ached. “Apologies, dear.” Alastor said, seeming apologetic as he kissed your sweaty forehead. “You must rest now. I believe you are properly sated?”
Smiling cheekily, you gave him a half-lidded lustful glance. “I may need some tending to, tomorrow.”
Alastor let out a small huff of amusement, smiling genuinely at you. “After I tell Charlie and the others that you’re perfectly fine.”
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alexandriasea · 9 days
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ALASTOR X WIFE READER!!!!! (They were married in 1922 so Al and y/n would be around 20) do what ever you want with that idea.
{{Alastor X Wife Reader}}
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Yes, yes, yes! I love writing for Alastor, pretty much every request involving him as the central axis of a fic is an immediate yes, so don’t hesitate if you have anymore requests concerning the radio demon. Ps, I had so much fun writing this and I tried my best to perfect it.
Update; I was hospitalized so there was a delay in posting
Heads severed and tossed!; don’t mind the way I said that, it’s a way for me to say heads up lol. Anyways, this skittish piece I present to you are a set of imagines and headcanons since I’m unsure of what to do. I like the idea of a reader wife for Alastor! He will still be an asexual in this piece however one that’s in a relationship, I am also splitting this post into two sections, Usual and Lemon. What I mean by Lemon is topics that concern the sexual, “usual” will comprise of everything else other that. Edit; surprisingly, I had the guts to actually write lemon instead of just making lemon head canons 😭
Warnings; this will include blood, cannibalism, smoking, sex, Murder, Violence, unaliving ones self, and foul language… that is all.
Details; very old timey talk! will include life in the living realm and life in hell. Reader is F with female anatomy, other than that her body is anything reader wants it to be though I will admit that I described their eyes as "doe eyes" at some point it was meant to describe how wide with shock it had gone as well as how Reader believes to be an innocent. She/Her and They/Them pronouns used for Reader while He/Him for Alastor. PinV, creampie ig...
The usual
Two young love birds, Married at just the age of twenty, about a year earlier for you in comparison to most of your peers, while four years earlier than Als peers, you and the charming man you call your husband were married at a small church located in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was simple, sweet, small, and one of the most unforgettable memories in your entire lifetime, Sadly, Al’s mother passed away just a month after the wedding, it had left Alastor devastated, and had left him with a permanent smile as well, there has indeed been a few arguments concerning the topic, mainly of you trying to tell him that he doesn't have to always smile in order to honor his mother but you eventually dropped it since you had come to the conclusion that he most likely never will stop smiling
Not too long after that, Al became a radio host due to his lovely personality being able to charm those around him, especially with the ladies, this often left you with a sour aftertaste whenever you’d swing by over to his radio station and drop off his lunch.
Reader did a little coy wave at her husband, Alastor, on the other side of the glass wall separating them, in response he waved back quietly, his devilish smile softened at her presence before he continued to tend to the audience he was broadcasting live to “This is Alastor Hartfelt! Here to provide you with the daily on this humid afternoon!” He announced, his voice upbeat and ready, he glanced over to Reader, his right side of the face resting in one of his palms “it’s July and you know what that means!” He said before continuing to announce the weather. About an hour later he went off the air for his lunch break, you knocked on the glass wall twice to raise and show him the tin plated lunch box containing his favorite food “darling!” You called, voice muffled by the glass, he chuckles before getting off of his seat
-played a composition of his own that he made on his piano for you, teehee
-Calls you his Belle, since it means beautiful in French, it’s just one of his pet names for you along with sweetheart, darling, honey, Love and another one based off of your actual name.
-Very affectionate in a romantic way, wants to be seen as your Man, the guy who takes care of everything so you don’t have to worry a hair (in a healthy way of course).
-Healthy masculinity!!! Very chivalrous and if anything, he either tolerates or hates other men, he’s a girls guy! Evidenced by his overall presence on the show. A true gentleman indeed.
-Began to gift you Roses or just about any flower bouquet every week ever since he received his first paycheck, he appreciates you and wants to show you that.
-this man is the living definition of fluff, plenty of cuddles in bed, he'll always make sure to say 'goodnight' and 'i love you' before spooning you and dozing off
-You remember the smell of some kind of foul stench permeating through the dark oak floorboard on the front porch at home during some point, you presumed that maybe it was a dead animal, like a possum.
“Darling!” Reader called out from the front porch, her hand on the copper doorknob to keep the door open “come down, please!” They added with a hint of growing frustration
“Yes, Darling?” Alastor immediately answered, not wanting to possibly anger his beloved wife “I’ll be down” the sound of him rushing down the stairs followed before he made his appearance before Reader “what’s the issue?” He asked with a smile, if he were a cat right now he’d have his ear perked up “it smells horrible, the front porch” Reader informed Alastor, His smile almost faltered for a split second but the expression in his eyes that darkened remained for a few more.
“I think a poor possum made it it’s home and decided it’s where it’ll rest for its last day” reader crossed her arms before sighing, pitying the theoretical reason for the smell “I’d go down there and get on my hands and knees to maybe pull it out of its misery hole however I fear I may not be able to handle the sight…” she paused before her sympathetic expression turned into one of disgust “and smell” she finished “could you do it for me?” Reader requested, voice purposefully intending to make sure he does the task.
“Why, of course, of course Darling, I’ll do it later this evening” he answered right away.
Later on during that said evening, right after eating the dinner he had served for the both of you, he quickly did his share of dishes to wash and then left through the front door to take on the rancid task. Unbeknownst to you is that what was truly the reason for the smell was a rotting human corpse he failed to dispose properly from two weeks ago. Amateur mistakes.
He had done the unthinkable not too long after his mother passed and he began to work as a radio host, he was in a very dark place and he couldn’t help but satisfy the fantasy of tasting human flesh, especially the one of those meant to be damned. He served it to you too, made it into a stew, he claimed it was pork after he made you guess, you didn’t even suspect the dirty at all, if anything, you enjoyed the meal, The sweet taste lingered in your mouth, had stained your tongue, and you liked it so much that you asked Al “cook it again whenever you can? Just once more this week” and so, he did it again, and again, and again, it wasn’t just limited to the stew, sometimes it was roasted, covered in sauce that burned your tastebuds in the most pleasurable way. You gained a little more weight in the span of just a few weeks, Al didn’t mind that, he adored knowing that you share the same taste of food as he did. Overtime, his deer hunting trips became longer, he spent more time in the spacious shed by the home. Reader began to grow weary as more time passed, their husbands frequent hunting trips had made them suspicious of what actually happens, no longer being able to take it, they confront their husband— could it be that he’s seeing another woman? It’s a possibility she can’t rule out, after all he is a charming man with manner, personality, and looks that kill.
Reader waits with anxiety pumping through their blood, a rope in their mind in the middle of a tug of war, it’s woven material under tense pressure in effort of thinking of a way to open the conversation. The grandfather clock set in the kitchen shakes her concept of peace as it’s pendulum swing side to side within it’s aged wood— the front door creaks open, but Reader keeps her eyes down on the floor, her heart slowly moving lower before returning to its original place and just as she’s about to take the stand and walk over to Alastor but the moment she looked up her heart stopped.
The sight of her husband wounded and covered in blood was what greeted her sight, an axe from their shed in his hand, his smile was manic yet his eyes showed shame “Reader…” he croaked weakly, the frames of his glasses had been bent and it’s lens on the left side were shattered “my love…” he inched towards her, his hands twitched and so did reader as he came closer “A-Al?” Reader stammered, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, every fiber in her body begging her to flee from the situation, she covered her mouth to prevent a gasp escaping her lips
“Please” Alastor begged, a sliver of his humanity slipped through his cryptic voice.
How could you say no? To the man you loved so? You tended to his wound, besting that he doesn’t perish from a mere infection, something that would most plausibly be the misery of a mother towards her child, not a wife towards her full grown adult husband.
“Fuck” Alastor hissed through his teeth as you gently bandaged him up with some gauze, you kept your head down, focused on getting the task done instead of sparing him a few seconds of being able to look into your petrified eyes, to which he was reluctant to do "I'm sorry..." He whispered as you finished "I truly am, reader..."
Was it out of fear? Love? Or a deep desire, a hunger for blood that drove her to where she ended up? Reader doesn't know, maybe it was everything, all at once. The smell of wet soil was what reader remembered as they assisted their husband, it was all so quiet, the two hours dragged by so slowly yet when it was all over it was as if it all happened in a few minutes. Alastor sighed as he finished burying the body with Reader "don't speak of this to anyone, not a single soul" he advised Her, She continued to stare upon the unmarked and discreet grave "I... In my defense, he was difficult" Alastor attempted to ease off the fear from his wife "He deserved it" he paused "he deserved to die" He took off his glasses, wiping it with a clean cloth due to it being fogged up by the unusually cold air "Lets go home, have some supper."
It took you a few weeks to accept your husbands behavior, his bloodied activities, and the knowledge that you consume human flesh almost on a daily basis, eventually, you assisted him during hunting trips, had more part in cooking such dishes. You found a will to live, and you continued to do so-- until the accident. So called karma which in your book was undeserved, was still set on your platter without any warning, uncooked, raw, bloodied, and with maggot s to "truly" show the nature of everything you and your husband had partaken in. But alas, why did they take him and not you? To watch your beloved Alastor, mauled to death by a group of hounds was a punishment from above, to see everything with your own two doe shaped eyes, their defense was that he was mistaken for a deer. A deer. How could anyone look at your husband and see a deer? His death had left you broken, the last of what remained of you had gone with the Louisianan winds, the very little light that was powered by your soul faded and what was left was the shell of the person you once were. You couldn't take it, the light that faded permanently went out as the noose you wringed around your neck tightened, you felt the air leave your lungs, your face going blue, your body gasping desperately for air like an animal despite you being sure of your end, Your feet numbed as it hangs in the air, no floor for it to reach, there's no going back. And you don't intend to. ever.
You find yourself waking in a dark alleyway, the sound of clamoring and chaos in your ears ring. Welcome to hell.
-it didn't take long until you found Alastor, especially with the fact that he has involuntarily been given the form of a terrifying wendigo-like demon and you yourself had become a far cry from what you physically used to be, however the insides remained the same taste to the soul, you immediately clung onto Alastor from behind him, thank goodness that you were able to slip into the casino despite your lowly infernal status
"what" Alastor looked over his shoulder and right back at Reader while in his seat, Reader had interrupted his high strung game of cards with another overlord by the name of Husk, the dark yet lavish establish was a difficult task to simply enter. Alastors eyes stared at her in confusion, not able to really remember who she is, just as he's about to pull away from Reader and probably summon souls contracted to him in order to rid of her, Reader whispered while hastily cupping his face in her hands "Darling, it's me..." Pure love emanates from their voice, a tone of desperation is palpable as well, her eyes not only speak the truth but the way her touch feels and the way her lips shook in a state of undying affection ignited something in him "Reader?..."
"excuse me, what the fuck is going on" The supposed Husk Alastor was playing a game with interrupted in turn of you interrupting his very serious game in which he was really anything but... Serious from what you observed earlier in the crowd, his whiskers twitched in annoyance as his wings flared
"this is my wife, Reader" Alastor formally introduced her with that smile of his which only made Husks aggressive attitude worsen, he took a good long sip from bottle of beer before playing his next card. You witnessed the entire game, even applauding at your husbands growing excellence, that was until you noticed such foul play only visible by the short instance where you had dropped an item your eyes watching the cards change in almost a flash that could easily be missed by a moment where ones eyes were closed. But of course, it's your husband, and you're his wife, both willing to give everything up for one another.
"shit..." Husk whispered under his breath as Alastor grinned at his helpless situation, overcome by anxiousness, fatigue, and a drunken state caused by hours of this game with Alastor causes him to inevitably lose. You were there, there to watch him sign the papers giving Alastor ownership of his entire being, the ringing of radio frequencies lingered in your ears yet fear did not overcome you, instead a sense of admiration for Alastor did.
-Unlike many overlords who had found themselves wedded to one another, you and Alastor lasted, besides you're both very old timey, no such thing as divorce was a discussion between the two of you and each time it ever was it was ridicule for those that participated in it for such small reasons (yes, y'all are old timey 😭)
-Alastor usually has raw deer in the morning, at first you weren't very keen on trying but you did try it some time after, it wasn't very bad considering how you had a preexisting history of cannibalism it was just that you were reluctant to try due to its uncooked nature.
-Alastor still cooks for the both of you, he isn't much of a big fan of cooking the head but he'll sometimes do it out of "sheer absolute boredom!" Otherwise, he either discards it or makes it into a decoration
Lemon
-ohhh, now we're getting to the nasty, quick disclaimer, you can feel free to ignore this part of my post but do leave a like or even reblog it'd help a lot! (Gotta make followers somehow 😞 I have a family to feed-- IM JOKING, but seriously, I need followers, teehee~ I genuinely feel like a hobo on the streets doing comms for a dollar at most lmao)
-Sorry, the reader is the one who initiates pretty much all the time, Alastors ace ass enjoys sex but isn't really looking for it 💀. He appreciates it tho!
-Virgins 🤬 (who am I kidding, it's the 1920s)
-yall vanilla as hell.
-i like to think that on the honeymoon night (which btw was held in a pretty discreet cabin in the woods) was really awkward, he just stared at you and you stared right back at him for like thirty minutes in the bed
Reader cleared her throat as she gave an expecting look at her groom which was returned with a confused one, Alastor swallowed his saliva nervously, his eyes darting from wall to wall, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. Reader crossed her legs in an attempt to draw attention to her gams-- which she very much thought was very nice, Al pressed his lips together, not really doing anything which only played with readers patience even more, it soon became clear that she had to be the one to take the reigns.
"So, Alastor" Reader whispered seductively, voice oozing with the need for a special kind of attention, she bats her eyelids a few times and runs her hand starting from her though and ending at her waist, causing her silk night dress to hike up, revealing the forefront of her pussy. Alastor isn't really impressed.
Reader clears her throat "it's a gift" she said flatly which alarmed Alastor right away "of course..." He responds coyly, cheeks flushing as he rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand "well..." He doesn't want to disappoint her
'you piece of shit, be a good husband' he thought to himself, if his exterior had those very ears he adorned in hell they'd be folded down in a mixed state of embarrassment and a shy approach to the situation
Once more, testing the patience of reader, but she holds it in, this is only the first of their many frustrations as a married couple, she scoots over to him "Let's make love..." Reader then tenderly peppered his neck in kisses before straddling him in order to truly paint him in such acts, Alastor grunts from the unexpected move, letting her do her thing, it was all mainly just peaceful as he planned to not really do much in order to see where this All leads, which was the case until Reader began to bite and tug at the base of his neck and with enough effort she manages to leave a Hickey, followed by another, it's sensation was like none before for Alastor. That really turned him on. Alastors cock hardened and his hands held onto readers hips with urgency "m-mhh~" he noised like an animal that's desperate for such attention, he then squeezed Readers hips, his body reacting to all this brand new stimulation shes causing him now moving his hips in order to get some kind of satisfaction which wasn't enough at all, Alastor removed his night wear, revealing his tawny skin and rather skinny build before repositioning Reader, making her giggle in delight, it was his first time, he didn't really know any other position other than missionary. Alastor them removed the very last piece of clothing which was getting in the way between the growing heat him and Reader, revealing his hardened six inch with a slight curve to the side, making readers eyes widen at the pleasant surprise, she licked and bit down on her bottom lip as the physical longing killed her, he was really taking his time with it but she couldn't really blame him when his face somehow still manages to look cute despite the Lewd act about to take place.
Alastor humbly and very politely positioned himself between readers legs, kneading her thighs whilst slowly rubbing his eager size against her clit, spreading her heat and mixing it with his precum, causing reader to whine softly as her core begged for him to fuck her Sweetly right into heaven, soon enough he teases her entrance, making eye contact the entire time, his eyes visibly dilated at the sight of reader in such a compromising status before him "Ah~-- Alastor~" she moaned, which only motivated him even more, he then slowly pushes his length in, inch by inch, it's amount of girth stretching reader out in a painfully yet pleasurable way "R-Reader~" Alastor whimpered at the feeling of her pussy hugging his cock tightly, he then began to gently pump his cock in and out of readers wet and freshly deflowered hole, her sugar walls squeezing and milking him out as if hes the only man on earth "n-ngh~" reader then moaned once more as He began to pick up the pace, still keeping his gentle treatment, the sound of wet skin against skin soon filled the room, readers hands holding onto Alastors back, then leaving scratches that only added to the immense pleasure that he got from lovingly fucking reader
Alastors hips began to stutter and jerk, slowly thrusting, his movement becoming sloppy before groaning and finally releasing his seed into readers womb, making him sigh in contentment before flopping onto his side in exhaustion, placing Reader next to him in order to allow maximum aftercare and cuddles, he lazily but firmly kisses reader on the cheek "I love you, darling..." His voice breathily expressed, both of their sweats mixing together in the heat pod they had just created in bed
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interestofthemonth · 1 month
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I'm literally posting this minutes after having this revelation.
When a sinner sells their soul, are they also giving up their name?
We all saw the name Anthony written on Angel's contract in episode 6. Even though, from the audience's perspective thus far, no one ever calls him by that human name. He is only Angel Dust or Angel.
That one is pretty easy to piece together.
But I've recently been mulling over is the Husk vs. Husker distinction. I personal don't know how to tag this fucking gambling cat. I already use a million tags, and I don't need/want to list every variant of his furry ass so I use the name the show most commonly gives us. Husk. However, the pilot episode is where we get the difference. Alastor was the one to introduced him as Husker. And the response? "Don't you 'Husker' me!" He's familiar with the name at the very least.
I think it makes sense for a guy like Al to not particularly care about what the change is to. Instead, he merely shortens a name for ease. Husker. Husk.
Whereas someone like Val needs a name with appeal. Angel's name change feels deliberate. It's a sexy high, it's naughty fun, it's a cruel jab at how Anthony died. But Anthony is owned now, so the new person Val carves out is Angel Dust.
What if giving up your soul means giving up your identity?
Even if I'm wrong, it's still prime huskerdust connections.
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alastairstom · 2 months
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Shoutout to 14-year-old Thomas Lightwood who would have simultaneously exploded into piles of confetti and melted into goo if he knew he would be married to Alastair Carstairs in just a few short years
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blqckthorne · 4 months
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my favorite thing about the last hours is the secret, secondary, gay conflict that goes on in opposition to the regular, main conflict
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magiccadetsleader · 8 days
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Alastor HC'S !!~
Alastor probably doesn't sleep, but when he does, he makes the weirdest noises known to man and it will keep everyone in the hotel awake
Showers with his clothes on
He cut his own hair and that's why it looks like that °`'(0∆0 )'`°
He probably has a tail (probably not but let me dream •`°(>` ~ <)°`•)
Makes the most zestiest gestures and he doesn't even notice
Bro doesn't know what ace means so Rosie and Charlie had to sit him down and explain the entirety of the LGBTQIA+ History and by the end of the discussion he would say " Sorry, I zoned out, what was that you were saying? "
He kicks children sometimes when no one is looking
Definitely uses Lucifer's head as a arm rest
When somebody rambles to him (or vent) he would instinctly ignore whatever they're saying
Talks to himself in the middle of the night??
He gotta fend the ladies with a stick!! (Reference)
On very VERY rare occasions, when he takes off his coat, his little tail would be twitching ever so slightly. When Angel tried to touch it, he ended up stuck In the wall.
Das all the HC'S I have rn, tell me if u want more !!!
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It’s my personal headcanon that Alastair’s favorite, go-to jokes, are making fun of British people at any and every opportunity.
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Call: Dad, I'm bisexual
Alastair: hi bisexual, I'm dad
Call: DAD, can you take this seriously?
Alastair: okay, okay, start over
Call: I'm bisexual
Alastair: me too
Call: I thought you were going to be serious
Alastair: I am! I'm bisexual too!
Call:
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herondaleminds · 1 year
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Headcanon:
After the final battle, everyone is at the London Institute, Thomas and Alastair run up to each other and kiss in front of the members of the Enclave, Inquisitor Bridgestock and the Merry Thieves. Anna, Cordelia, Lucie and Eugenia would gossip with happiness and Matthew would lose his mind and try to kill Alastair, but James and Christopher hold him back. Gideon and Sophie would be so proud of Thomas
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shadowhuntertrash · 1 year
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i feel like james and matthew would love super mario brothers. like they would get SO WORKED UP.
matthew would be screaming at james like JUMP YOU STUPID MF JUMP
and james would be like I'M TRYING THERE'S F*CKING LAVA MATTHEW WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
christopher would be really good at the game and like get so far ahead that it's pushing james and matthew's characters into like fire and drops and both of them are like CHRISTOPHER SLOW THE HELL DOWN or CHRISTOPHER IF YOU DON'T SLOW THE F*CK DOWN WE'RE GOING TO SACRIFICE YOU FOR THE GREATER GOOD
thomas is the opposite
like none of them have ever seen someone play worse that thomas does
they're literally always telling him to bubble
especially in the castle levels and they're all screaming at him to bubble because when he gets stressed he just stops playing and watches as he dies
alastair and cordelia are always so appalled when they watch them but lucie is always down to join in
she gives as good as she gets too
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astriefer · 1 year
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Thomas writes songs about Alastair in his head, we all just know it. They're sweet and revering, a potion made of love and trust.
Now with Cot out, let me add the bitter, more angsty version: Thomas writing songs about Kit.
After things settle down and they have time to process what's happened, Thomas is a trainwreck, he's gasping and crying at the funeral and he cannot pick up the shreds of his heart, left beyond repair and scattered on the ground to cut at him each time he breathes. His sister died. His world collapsed. He tried to build himself back, slowly, with cuts on his hands, just for the world to crush him under the sole of its fit.
So he joins patrol after patrol. This evil is different, but what does it matter? It came from the same source. So Thomas fights.
At some point Alastair confronts him the way he deals with the agony is destroying him, gnaws at him, and it must stop. He encourages him to find an alternative. He guides Thomas to bed very gently that night, telling him he loves him and that he must try, that there's always a different way.
He eventually settles on poetry.
Thomas's way of grief is coming up with songs and poems in his head about what he feels.
Thomas made them in his head for some time. He told no one and shared them with no one. He didn't think they were very good, or that he had a poetic mind as good as others. But he does it anyway if only to try and pour his pain into the world and set it free.
The sharp agony, the feel he is stumbling on his own without Kit, without him to make him laugh and smile, how much he misses him and how the world seems lacking without him by his side. He breaks down and pieces himself together every time, all the time. Because like a broken clock, time has flown differently since his cousin, the brother of his heart, has passed.
Alastair returns from patrol one day to find Thomas sitting on the couch of their flat, face in his hands, a single piece of paper with barely a sentence written on it. He can only rock Thomas, lull him to restless sleep full of bright lilac eyes full of laughter he used to see all the time.
On other nights, Thomas is drowning in pages of pages of words he wishes he could say. Regret, for all the times he listened half-heartedly. Anger, that Kit slipped so fast from life's delicate hands. He isn't mad at his Kit, he is furious at life, that let the kindest and brightest man he knows slip away. Wistfulness, for he wishes he could hear the laugh of his cousin - no, brother - one more time, like he used to do all the time.
He finally shows one to Alastair. And he has to look away because the crushing sadness that settles on his lover's face is just too much to bear.
Alastair composed melodies to some of Thomas's poems, each note stark and bare and full of meaning, with the thought of a hole in his and his loved ones' heart that would be empty forever.
They play one of them to the family on Kit's anniversary day. Cecily and Gabriel's sobs can be heard starting the second verse, Anna is hugging herself, and Thomas is in shreds. They all are. What can be said, now, that would make it better?
Nothing, Thomas knows, while the notes and the words he wrote are echoing around them, surrounding them. Nothing will change the fact the the brother of his heart is gone.
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incorrectlasthours · 2 years
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Thomas: I knew I was gay when I was eight years old, at a sleepover.
Thomas: One of the other guys asked me who was my celebrity crush, and I couldn’t think of a girl celebrity that I’d even considered, so I panicked and said Queen Victoria.
James:
Christopher:
Matthew: You do realize that’s when the rest of us learned you were gay, right?
Thomas:
Thomas: Well, I realize that now.
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thrxughthenxght · 8 months
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@iammadeofmemoriesforlife and I actually have a new TLH agenda and I'm very excited to share it with all of you. Sadly we're a little late for a certain celebration that relates to this particular set of headcanons but that's fine.
I'm going to write some fics for it and Pandora is going to do some headcanons. Let us know what you guys think once we get started with what I think will probably end up a little series collection. We're super excited for this idea. Also:
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alastairstom · 5 months
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tell us more about middle aged thomastair lol
Thank you for this opportunity to completely shamelessly indulge in some of my favourite headcanons, lol. First, if you want to read about Thomastair at several stages of their lives, might I offer my fic A Ribbon of Dream up as an offering? Canon-compliant, pure fluff, checks up with them at random intervals of their life until they're 70.
As you can probably tell from that, I think they will always be film junkies.
I think that they retire around 40 since that seems to be the age that most Shadowhunters stop battling demons outside of emergency situations. (Of course, they'll dispatch of any demon in their paths - but they'll be off the front lines and patrol sheets then. Wouldn't want to blow their backs out.)
One of my favourite headcanons (that might turn into an eventual fic) is that they just totally vanish for a year. Tell everyone they're retiring and going on a trip. Totally drop off the map for 52 weeks and commune with the wider world. They travel to various places and see lots of cool things, and some of it's super weird and rural. Introvert heaven. They basically are like "people? nope" and go on this big romantic retirement trip. Come back a year later. Thomas has a mustache.
Throughout their lives, I think that Thomas and Alastair adopt and love many, many pets. Mostly hedgehogs and cats, but maybe a couple of dogs thrown in there because we see that they like them. I prefer the idea of childfree Thomastair to alternatives, but if they adopt a kid it'll be some abuse survivor that they rescue from a bad situation. Just couldn't turn their backs on the kid. But I prefer them childfree and write them as such.
I like to think that they become extremely close with Matthew and his family. In most of my post-canon headcanons, Matthew and his partner are best friends with Thomas and Alastair as the group dynamics shift post-TLH. This is definitely self-indulgence, but I stand by it as the healthiest and best avenue for all the characters to take. So, like, Old Guy Matthew fucks around with Old Guys Thomas and Alastair all the time. 10/10 the future I want to see.
Thomas gets salt-and-pepper hair when he's about 30. He looks older than he is quickly - you can see this starting even in ChoT when he gets wrinkles at 18-19. Alastair thinks it's sexy but also teases him a lot because he has beautiful lush perfect black hair. The day he gets his first gray hair at about 45, he's super dramatic about it and screaming at Thomas from the bathroom about his lost youth. Thomas makes fun of him for sounding like Matthew.
They live in the Cornwall Gardens house until they're around 60. But they travel a lot and aren't always there.
I like to think that they eventually retire to Paris at about 60. You can see this in A Ribbon of Dream's final chapter. They get a nice flat overlooking the Champs Elysses stuffed with books. They stargaze on their roof.
I've mapped these guys' whole lives out. In my headcanon, they do that thing some married couples do at about 85 and die at the same time in each other's arms at night.
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neeksxoxo · 1 year
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Alastair teaching Thomas how to cook ("you MUST wash the rice, Thomas. No, it's not an option.") Thomas reciting poems out for Alastair ("Persian prince, really?" "Yes.") Alastair telling Thomas about his childhood and how his mom and Cordelia made it better ("I wish I could've helped." "There's nothing you could've done, at least you're here now <3") Thomas talking about how fragile he was and how he hated it ("And now look at you, u big hunk." "Your big hunk") Alastair teaching Thomas Persian ("Oh, so that's what azizam means?" "Maybe..") Thomas teaching Alastair Spanish ("So, for example, mi amor means...?" "Teach me how to say my spanish knight instead")
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vashs-posts · 2 years
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ohk so let's all imagine this.
Thomas loves languages. So i assume he loves travelling too, because then, he gets to explore new languages. Alastair speaks Persian, and tbh Persian was spoken in many South Asian countries as that time (zorashtrians, etc)
Imagine Alastair and Thomas going around south asia and living it up. Thomas knows hindustani (modern day hindi) and urdu. He knows Nepali and Bengali. They travel across modern day India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan etc while having the time of their lives. They portal in and out of institutes, and bring in souvenirs for their beautiful cirenworth house.
Alastair barters with the rich Persian merchants and gets rich. We all know that Alastair is going to be an amazing politician, so by virtue he's an amazing speaker. Everyone loves him. And they love Thomas too, because even tho he's a white man, he's keen to learn their culture.
They both drink tea in the Mysore, and Hyderabadi palaces with the kings/nawabs. The nawabs gift them beautiful weaponry and paintings.
They take long walks in the palace lawns while men and women admire them through the eyes of ancient Bengali poetry.
They go hunting through the huge jungles. They train with the army and teach the new soldiers how to use weapons.
They wear kurtas with beautiful gold embroidery on it.
At night they sit on the rooftop of the Mysore palace. They look at the city below them with its candle-lit pathways, and the sky above them. They count their blessings along with the stars.
Now this is such a comfort headcannon for me.
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