SpiralsInTime
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The man's eyes were dark and venomous, looking directly at her in a way that she knew all too well.
The same darkness that filled men's eyes when you tried to distance yourself from them in store aisles, kindly turning down their offer to help reach an item on the top shelf. The dark eyes locking in when passing by a man late at night alone, trying to appear confident and certain in every step, every breath made. The darkness that snapped into place in men's eyes at clubs after sweetly rejecting them that came with a hot hand pressing against the lower part of your back.
In the years of working in the medical field, Mel had seen the look many times, but never like this - never when she was cornered and alone.
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Mel is physically assaulted by a patient, sending her into a meltdown. Enter Dr. Langdon.
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Alastor considered the eager and rash freshly fallen sinner from the past, the confident one that slaughtered an overlord that very day, hours prior, and the happy television demon that hummed along to music sitting in front of him now.
Somehow, Vox hadn’t lost his eagerness and sincerity with the growth of power and violence over the years; something Alastor oftentimes knew he, himself, had lost sight of, arguably before he had even fallen.
Witnessing such authenticity, such merriment mixed with strategic violence, had Alastor realize the eagerness within himself to continue to witness Vox adapt and evolve. He didn’t need the television demon there, not for power nor entertainment, he simply wanted—longed for—Vox to be by his side for as long as the other was willing.
His eyes softened at the sound of Vox having started to hum happily to the tune of the radio demon’s favorite song. An easy humming that showed care by knowing the melody intimately.
Perhaps it was time for Alastor to finally allow himself to be inundated with want of something for a change.
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Alastor struggles to court Vox when being aroace. Vox is oblivious.
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- Part 1 of Courtship AU
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"You're needy tonight, aren't you?" Alastor spoke clearly, amused by the growing lack of control from his partner. "What made it happen this time?"
Vincent whined, panting hot breath against the crease of his neck. "Th-the look in your eyes when you executed him. The steadiness of your hand holding the knife."
Alastor's eyebrows rose. "Really?" He asked rhetorically. His fingers continued their caressing through Vincent's thin hair without conscious awareness.
Vincent nodded, kissing up his neck before their lips met again. He hummed desperately into it, feeling the vibration bleed into Alastor's mouth.
At a sharp thrust of the hips, he cut off the kiss with a groan, resting his forehead on Alastor's chest as he rapidly ground his hard prick forward.
"Easy, there," Alastor cooed after several thrusts, running his hand down Vincent's back. He felt a tremor spark under his fingertips. He wrapped his hand around his hips, holding him in place. "We wouldn't want you ruining the fun early, now would we?"
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Vincent gets worked up after a kill.
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Alastor tightened the shock collar around Vincent's pale throat with sure hands.
"The rules are simple, you see," he began, taking his time with the explanation, "If you touch me, you get shocked." He slid two fingers between the ribbed collar and Vincent's skin, testing the tightness. The fabric was close enough to strain his breathing just slightly, rubbing against his Adam's apple. "If you talk, you get shocked. If you do anything out of what I deem acceptable, you get shocked."
Two-toned eyes glistened in the intimate holding of eye contact.
Dark fingers ran along a sharp, clean-shaven jaw until he lifted Vincent's chin. They stared at each other for a breath of a moment.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Vincent replied in a quiet confession. Desperation bleeding into his words.
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Alastor rides Vincent while controlling his shock collar (inspired by Silentzound_'s art <3)
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"Please taste me, Al," Vox whispered out, clenching his hands into fists, stuck between his back and the bed. His shoulders felt strained, aching from the pressure against them from the ropes.
Alastor leaned forward, his face close to Vox's screen. "Ask me again," he said with a smile.
Vox gulped, tilting his head up to look directly into those pink, calculating eyes. "Please put your mouth on me."
Alastor blinked down at him, feigning ignorance. "Where?"
Vox's face flushed blue. "My-my cunt."
His grin sharpened dangerously, the teeth reflecting the low glow of Vox's screen. "I suppose I could offer you my mouth since you asked so nicely," he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Put your legs down, dear."
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Alastor goes down on trans Vox.
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- Part 3 of No-Touch-Top Alastor Album