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Warnings: yandere, language, violence, Gore
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
Of course, his obsession is derived from his craving for power and control. However, for the first time, Alastor is scared of seeing someone else hurt. He's thought about killing you. If he did, he'd have nothing more to worry about. No more weakness, but he glitches too badly with everything he tries. Like his body wouldn't give in. "How frustrating..."
Alastor's love for you is the same love one has for a pet and no, not the sexual kind. He wants ownership and control. Behave well, and he'll reward you. So he does everything he can to name a deal with you.
Of course, he can't make the offer right off. He needs to earn your trust.
Months are invested in you. His new little project.
If you accept his deal, he will use and abuse it. However, He has the mindset of "I am the only one who can hurt them." Even then, if you do what you're told, there will be no need to be hurt.
You're his favorite soul in his collection. So your job is to be his little puppy. Wear what I say, sit where I say, eat what I say
He forces you to be a cannibal.
"Now, now, my deer. You must keep your strength~" Alastor teases. You're kneeling at his feet at his private dinner table. You cringe and turn your face away as he holds a bite to your lips. "Aww, don't be shy. How do you know you don't like it if you don't try it?" He teases like a mother hen. Still, you refuse to look at him. He forces your eyes to him. "Fine. Strave. I won't beg you to live. Just know it's this or nothing." His face begins to turn dark and static. "And if I catch you eating ANYTHING behind my back, I will rip out your stomach and fest on it. Understood?" You nodded. "Yes, Master." His face pops back to normal. "Good pet. Now let's try again. Open wide~"
Alastor smiled twitches when you returned to the hotel with a black eye. Nervously, you began to ramble about trying to come back when he called for you, but how you ended up getting jumped. He held up a hand, silently ordering you to stop. "Name?" You looked down, rubbing the back of your neck. "I-I don't know..." He sighed, annoyed. "No need. Pest doesn't deserve names." Suddenly, Alastor yank you forward by the arm and softly sniffed your face. "Mh." He moaned in disgust before snapping up to his full height. "Be an obedient thing and go help Charlie. I have an appointment to keep." When he returned, he had a small bit of blood around his mouth, which he dapped away with a handkerchief.
All your clothes are from the 1920s
He trains you to have more decorum. You must always stand up straight, speak with an expansive vocabulary, stay tidy, etc. He also won't let you cuss like a sailor. Maybe one or two swears here and there, but that's it.
Like I said, you're his favorite, so he holds you to a much higher standard than his other souls.
If you decline his deal, Alastor is beyond pissed but stays calm. "Well, I'm sure you'll come to your senses eventually, my deer~," which translates to "I'm going to make you 100% relay on me, so you have no choice but to make the deal."
Not that your life in hell is amazing, but what little you have falls apart, and Alastor always seems to be close by to "comfort" you.
"Oh no, whatever shall you do?" He asks sarcastically as you watch your home burn to the ground after you somehow get in trouble with hell's mafia.
When he's at his breaking point with playing nice, the whole situation turns into cat and mouse. Chasing you around hell, you believe you have a chance of escape only to be dragged back to him at the last minute.
Of course, he kidnaps you and convinces everyone at the hotel you bailed on your redemption.
Keeping you at a hidden location Alastor is brutal towards you. He tortures you both mentally and physically.
You scream as Alastor rips out another fingernail. He laughs hysterically. "None of my pets ever have claws. Won't want them to get any ideas~" Then when he's done, he bandages you up and gently kisses your bloody tips. "Such sweet screams you gave me. Prohabs you've earned some music." He'll then put on an old record and snap along to it as you continue to sob.
To Alastor, this is a little torture. Which is too kind for an ungrateful pet like you. Over time, Alastor cuts parts of you off to eat and to feed to you. "What use are legs to a pet meant for a cage?" He asks as he straps you down to a vintage but well-kept surgery table. Your begs become inaudible due to a leather strap holding your head down by your mouth.
Still no deal? Will then I guess Alastor will have to make better use of you. One of two things will happen...
"No! Please! I'm sorry, Alastor!" He injects your screaming with a loud ear ear-bleeding radio filled with laughter. "Don't be, my deer! You'll make a fine meal~"
"I'LL DO IT, ALASTOR! I'LL SIGN THE CONTRACT! I'LL TAKE YOUR DEAL! JUST DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!" You scream at the top of your lungs forgiveness. "Oh, I'm sorry, my deer, but that deal is no longer on the table. You see..." He starts to pace around the surgery table with malice. "Through all your tomfoolery, I realized how much easier this would be if you couldn't think. If you really had the mind of a pet..." He slammed a hand down on the table, making you jump. "Then it hit me!" You gulped, terrified by the look in his eyes that seemed to go right through you. "I realized I could achieve that. Not though all hellish powers or silly deals, no... just some good old-fashioned medical science. he he hehe ha ha ha hahaha!" Suddenly, your turn pale at the sight of his tools. An ice pick and a hammer. "No... No! PLEASE!"You scream as he lines up the icepick with the top of your eye socket. "Hold still, my deer~"
something something, AU where vox somehow ends up in his human body again with patchy memories of his afterlife, and Alastor see's an opportunity to make him fall back in love.
Idk the idea was vague but the scene was clear, ya know?
Platonic Yandere Alastor hear me out hear me out!!
his assistant or a worker at his radio station is like young they have to work to provide for their family so Alastor literally gets flashbacks to his childhood so he’s just extremely overprotective over the worker/assistant it’s even worse when he realizes that the workers home life is just as abusive as his, so he takes it upon himself to basically become the workers guardian whether they like it or not 🫶🏻
I think it’s obvious what my favourite kind of requests are lately…
Anyway!
Wanringssss… well. Typical yandere behaviour except minus the romance. Gn! Reader who has no specific age but they are like. In their Early twenties :) uh vaguely mentioned period-typical bigotry because. Duh
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Look I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
This man. Fundamentally doesn’t understand his or others emotions
More specifically, how to express said emotions
So like
Second you walk into the studio and very cheerfully introduced yourself to him
He like. Wants to shake you rapidly
Still though it takes a while for him to
Connect with you in any actual/real level
And when he does? Oh boy….
Yeah so
Prepare to be lightly stalked!
Like the second you even imply somethings up at home/with your parents or family
That’s when his brain fully latches on I think
And he phrases it as righteous justice/anger
Saving someone like he himself wished to be saved
But really
It’s just getting rid of both the competition and a very big reason for your stress
He will be bringing in extra food for you now as well btw
You can’t say no
He just. Wants to take care of you
And he can’t exactly do that all the time because he still has to be carful and plan out a murder so like
Small things will have to suffice
Like keeping you well fed and watered
Obviously you remind him of himself
Working so hard to get what you want, to support a family that isn’t always good to you
Yeah if he could he’d snatch you up like Batman snatches up orphans
Seriously though
I joked about it earlier but like
You will be getting stalked
Partly because he wants/needs to learn more about you
And secondly because like. These are dangerous streets! Who knows what could happen!!!
Paranoid about the dangers on the streets as if he is not the danger smh
See like
I feel like he hides a lot of his affection for you
Like he’s nice to you and very obviously glares at anyone who annoys/upsets you
But all of that could be explained away as general politeness and looking out for the newbie
But also like
He doesn’t show you that much affection because
you work with him and there’s a certain level of distance one must maintain within the work place
And also. Yknow. Gossip
If people see Alastor, a generally nice but closed off man suddenly lavishing his younger colleague with affection
Rumours will be spread
Of all kinds
And he doesn’t want to put that on you
You’re just staring out your career, after all!!
That, and he doesn’t want to murder that many people…
Stars forbid you end up in hell with him…
Not gonna go too in detail because that’s another post entirely but he will actually snatch you up this time
18+, minors do not interact. afab, gender neutral reader. tw drunk reader.
You swear he's supposed to be a virgin.
Someone had told you this - Mimzy, probably.
"He's barely got an eye for anyone," she muttered to you in a stage whisper from behind a cheeky hand. "I don't think he's ever even kissed a girl!"
Across the table, Alastor grins at you, all charm and sharp teeth.
Naturally you'd believed her. Mimzy was one of his closest associates, and besides, it was true - Alastor made you vaguely nervous with his dark eyes like pools of still water in a cave. The way he regarded people was like... like a shark, maybe.
But you liked being in his vicinity, and really, when Mimzy so kindly introduced you to each other, how could you turn down the opportunity? Being around Alastor was like being in the sun’s warmth. People flocked to him to bask in his wit and charm and style, and through him you could pretend to be a social butterfly while working half the magic.
"You smell nice." Your words slur into each other, your fingers curling into the pressed cloth of his dress shirt.
“Do I, my dear?” he asks distractedly. One arm curls around your waist, keeping you close to him, which you have no trouble obeying as you nose at his pulse. The other is behind him, unlocking the door to his suite. “What do I smell like?”
You barely register what’s happening. His pulse is so slow - not at all thrumming like an unmarried man’s should when he’s bringing someone into his bed, not racing, not stuttering in the least.
“…Roses.” It takes a moment for you to find your tongue. “Fresh soil. Metal.”
“Metal? Like iron?” You catch a glimpse of a raised eyebrow, before Alastor leans in to press his forehead against yours.
“Like blood,” you mutter, and sling your arms around his neck, and kiss him.
You find yourself on your elbows and knees an hour later on the verge of collapse.
“A-Alastor,” you choke out. “Ah, mmph, Alastor…”
“Yes, my sweet,” he coos, not at all sounding like a man with his fingers buried knuckle-deep inside you. “That is my name.”
Alastor twists his fingers around, curling them to stroke against a throbbing vein within you. You gasp, whine, your legs slipping close.
“Keep them open for me,” he says in that sing-song way of his. “My darling. Your head is full of nothing but me, isn’t it? How adorable.”
You feel the heat of Alastor as he leans over you, and consequently the sharp bite of canines into the nape of your neck. Your cry of pain and pleasure is accompanied by a ruthless thumb circling your swollen clit.
“Say my name again, my sweet. I want to hear you sing.”
Your vision blurs with tears. “Alastor, Alastor, Alastor,” you chant breathlessly as he works you through another orgasm, his hand slick with a fresh gush of your arousal.
