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Tall, Dark, Creepy, And Hot (As Hell) - RadioStatic - Voxal - AlastorxVox
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Complete, First published Feb 24, 2024
Mature
The black material hugged him tightly, displaying how thin his waist truly was; allowing very little to be left to the imagination. His chest was partially visible, and even from here Vox was able to tell that it was covered in a vast array of cuts and healed over wounds that Alastor had obviously acquired at some point during his long time in hell. He was wearing a snug red super crop top with sharp shoulder pads, matching a pair of slim fitting crimson slacks that would remind anyone of his classic 'Radio Demon' look. The last little detail of the divine piece that was the man's outfit was an adorable little black bow tie sitting proudly around his neck.

Vox wanted absolutely nothing more than to tear everything off until it was nothing but a pile of shreds.

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This is most just about Alastor wearing an attractive outfit and the majority of hell freaking out about it (especially Vox lmao), I hope you like it!

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This was originally posted onto AO3 by d3viantly (me), happy reading!

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