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(This is not mild at all..do not proceed if smut makes you uncomfortable..)
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
—SMUT—
SPICE LEVEL: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
ALASTOR'S POV
I never once doubted the depths of my madness. It was a canvas of chaos, a tapestry woven from the darkest threads of my psyche. I could kill on a whim, just because i wanted it to rain blood, my impulses were solely guided by my cruelty and absolute hand of boredom. Or, I could manipulate someone like a puppeteer, orchestrating their every move with calculating precision, making them dance, bend and break whenever i wanted them to.
My mind was simply that a maze of twisted desires, a labyrinth of lunacy, this i know. I reveled in the fear that radiated from those around me, their terror a potent elixir that fueled my madness. I was a master of manipulation, a virtuoso of vice. And I took great pleasure in the fact that no one could ever truly understand me. I took pride in it, i revealed in it.
But then, you entered my life. A fawn full of devilish charm, radiating innocence yet your scent was that of twisted darkness, like a delicate flower in the midst of a twisted garden. I was intrigued by your your contrasting qualities, your very soul, enticed me, and your trusting nature was such a refreshing change from the cynicism that surrounded me.
I gradually realized, how lonely of a life i had led. I realized why boredom would always cross path with me, how empty i have been. You gave me meaning, a sense of excitement that never left me ever since my eyes laid upon you.
At first, I thought I'd merely toy with you, manipulate you for my own amusement. But as I gazed into your eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. A spark of recognition, a glimmer of understanding. It was as if you saw the real me, the me that lurked beneath the surface of my carefully crafted persona. That's right, you understood me, you were staring at Alastor, Me. Not the Overlord, not as the Radio Demon, Not as the master manipulator, nor the cruel executor, You were staring at 'me'.
Your admiration was directed solely to 'me', and Like a thirsty Traveller in the desert, I ran to you like an oasis, drinking every drop of you as if to engrave your existence in every fiber of my being.
“Please...please touch me Mi fe~ Please please please...”
And so, I began to weave a web of snare around you, never let you go, to never let you run, and to tug the strings and watch as you danced to my tune. Your reverence was intoxicating, your gaze a symphony of devotion and worship. Your voice, a melodic whisper of endless affection, was music to my ears. I want to hear it, again and again and again.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
FanfictionYou were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got sec...
