heaven || alastor x f. reader oneshots

like what you see?.

requested by MiniDevil793

like what you see?.

pacing back and forth, you fought with yourself on whether you should or should not talk to alastor today. you had an argument with him two days ago and you'd been ignoring him since then. the argument was your fault, he just wanted you safe but you were reckless, as always.

so now, you wanted to apologize but nervousness crawled up your being. you didn't know how to approach him, or how to apologize since you said hurtful words.

you loved him and wanted to make up with him so you finally sucked in a breath and marched up to his room. without thinking too much about it, you pushed his door open.

“hey, al, i'm so . . . ” your jaw dropped, unable to continue what you were saying.

alastor stood with his back turned to you, his tail in full view as he was only wearing pants. he held his red dress shirt in his hand, about to wear it but you just had to barge in at the right moment. he turned to you, equally surprised at first before a smirk stretched on his lips. the days prior you were ignoring him and now you trespass in his room right when he was changing?

“like what you see, hm?” he asked, placing a hand on his waist as he turned to you.

your face resembled a tomato and you took a few seconds to reply, stammering, “i— sorry— i— i gotta go.”

you turned but before you could exit, the door slammed shut. alastor was quick to turn you around and press you against the door with his body flat against yours. he held both your wrists in his hand, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear.

“do you think you can deprive me of your touch and attention for two days, walk in on me changing, and just leave? without punishment?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

you swallowed hard, lips sealed tight without the courage to reply. he placed kisses from the shell of your ear, down to your cheek, your chin, and to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hands now clutching on to his shoulders when he let go to hold your waist, pulling you as close as possible. he started abusing your soft skin, leaving countless marks you knew he'd be mad if you covered up. your lips parted, whines and moans rolling out.

alastor was territorial and he'd want all of hell know that you were his and he was the only demon who could do such things to you.

pulling away, he licked his lips and eyed his work of art, your neck being the canvas he'd never get tired of painting with his love bites.

“oh, darling,” he chuckled deeply, “you're in for a ride.”

your breathe hitched as he got to his knees, pulling your pants down with him.

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srry for cutting it short oof

u can imagine the rest—