"A Hellish Scenario" [Alastor x Reader : Request : CLOSED FOR NOW]

[LEMON! 🍋] "Afternoon Delight" [Human!Alastor x Reader!Wife] Part 2

December 1, 1922
New Orleans, 10:10 p.m.
La Maison d' Alastor
NSFW Ahead

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*An old radio continues to play voodoo street jazz*

You were in the kitchen finishing up the last of the cleaning that needed to be done after you and Alastor had dinner. Your husband was behind you wiping down the island as you were cleaning the dishes and humming to the beat of the radio. Halfway House Orchestra was playing its new songs, and this filled your heart with so much joy.

Alastor watched as you continued to hum and sway to the rythym of the music. A smile formed on his face, causing him to place the rag and cleanser down and walk right over to you. Standing behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he laid his face in your hair. Closing his eyes, he took a breath inwards, getting a sniff of the pheromones in your hair. You smelled like something sweet with notes of natural oils that your hair secreted.

You could feel his arms around you tighten as he continued to breathe in your scent. It was like he was attempting to replace oxygen with you instead. From day one, you had always smelled like a warm hug and a nostaltgia trip of comfort he had never experienced. All he wanted to do was carry your smell in a jar everywhere he wanted so he could sniff it and be reminded of you. You smelled like home and felt like a mother's gentle touch, and this was all he needed.

You continued to clean, enjoying the comforting hold your forever one had on you, but soon the sink was coming to an empty, which for the first in your life made you sad, because it meant you had to break the silence of this tranquil moment.

You place the last dish in the rack beside you, rung out the sponge, and place it next to the sink before taking a deep breath and leaning back into your husband pressing your back against his chest. His warmth radiated across your back, and all you could think was, "Can we always be this close, please. . ." As you closed your eyes and leaned back into him deeper, feeling as though you collapsed backward into a sunken place that was only him.

You both began to sway to the music of the radio. This went on for a moment, one that felt like forever before you turned to face Alastors face and began kissing him passionately like you had back on the couch just hours before. You two moaned for a bit as you held each other, him pulling you closer, wanting to deepen the kiss even further.

Exictement rose in your chest, making you want to jump his bones right then and there. You two hadn't had an intimate moment since his new assistant, and now that you felt better about the whole thing and your fears were swepped away by your hero who stood tall in front of you wearing nothing but a white collared shirt, suspenders and two huge circular glass pieces that were held together by a black frame. All you wanted to do was make love to him. Make a kind of love that only him and you would know the ingredients for.

Lips still locked on each other Alastor hoisted you up so you were now sitting on his waist, legs wrapped firmly and comfortably around him. You weighed nothing to him, making it very easy for him to carry you. Pulling away from the kiss, he looked down at you. His eyes fixated on your face, forgetting the background around it.

"Let's take this upstairs, shall we?" He asked with a small grin spreading on his face. You nodded hypnotically as you were hyperfixated on his face. "Well, alright then, let us go!" He added as a finish.

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*Old timey jazz swing can be heard from the radio downstairs*

Entering the room, still holding you upright, Alastor kicked his shoes off before making his way to the bed and placing you down on it with ease. Suddenly, you grabbed the suspenders of his outfit and pulled him quickly towards you. Alastor let out a surprised noise as he fell on top of you.