Til Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Reader)

the smut scene, after chapter 11

The two figures shrouded in fog look to each other, fire and passion evident in their eyes. The taller of the two figures pulls the shorter in by her waist with a long, slender arm drenched in blood. The smell of iron fills their senses. Wide, fire struck grins splayed on their lips.

"You look absolutely ravishing, dear. Red truly is your color." He takes a strand of her hair and tucks it behind her ear, smearing the fresh blood along the side of her face and neck. She looks up into his eyes with a small smile, before smashing her lips into his. He gives in fully, letting her do as she pleases. Oh, how he waited for the day to feel her come onto him with such passion. They may have been together for a little over 2 years, but they never got past chaste kisses and relentless teasing. Their already heavy breaths become louder, harmonizing with the natural sounds of the forrest. The girl takes the mans lip into her mouth, biting down hard enough the draw blood. He immediately groans at her and grasps her hair with both hands, pushing her against the nearest tree. The bark presses into her back and sends a little pain down her spine, but it was welcome in her eyes. Bloody saliva drips down their chins ,and all they can do is bask in each other's presence. Her hands roam his body, before coming up to lightly tug on the chocolate strands of his soft hair. He moves his head to the side and lets her kiss along his neck, covering her lips in her own blood. He stifles a groan as she sucks on a spot right underneath his jawline. He lets his hands fall from her hair onto her shoulders, before stroking her sides. She lets out a small shiver at this. He pulls back from her slightly to look into her beautiful (e/c) eyes.

"Y/N..." His voice is raspy, and his eyes are clouded with lust and love for this powerful being standing before him. With one swift movement, he picks her up, and heads to the building in the distance. He wishes in this moment he could teleport into his room, but he wasn't going to take her in the forrest, he was too much of a gentleman for that. Y/N lets out a squeak as he carries her to his home, but she doesn't stop kissing his neck and face.

"Behave, dear~" He breathlessly lets out, and she decides to rest her head into the crook of his neck. Once they finally reach the old victorian style home, Alastor doesn't bother setting her down to get into the house. He immediately goes into the guest bathroom. She looks up at him with a pout, but takes in the charmingly decorated bathroom with a shattered mirror hanging above the pristinely white sink. Everything seems to be spotless.

"We need to wash this blood off before going any deeper into the house. I do this every time I kill." She nods and starts to strip him. First she removes the cherry red vest and matching bow tie, both with matching stains. She begins to unbutton the top buttons on his shirt, but a shaking hand stops her. Her eyes snap up to Alastor's, and he looks scared. His smile is gone, and his eyes look everywhere but at her, head bowed slightly. Ashamed. She removes her hands and places them above his, allowing him to remove his shirt if he wishes. She gives an encouraging squeeze, before standing from the edge of the sink and stripping her own garments. The now blood-soaked dress falls effortlessly down her shoulders, the light fabric contorts and bends around her beautiful body. Truly angelic, indeed. He cant take his eyes off her as she slowly turns, showing an array of scars. Old, new, fading, purple, white. His eyes widen an unbelievable amount as he caresses the scars. Her back muscles flex when his lips come in contact to the biggest, and seemingly oldest scar. Each scar gets the same treatment, kissing, touching, whispers of sweet nothings into her skin. Her eyes intently watch him from the broken shards of the mirror as he worships what she is most insecure about. She finally turns around, and Alastor goes to take his shirt off, his eyes never leaving hers. With a shaky breath he undoes all the buttons, before slowly taking the half red stained shirt off. Her eyes widen, much like his did when he saw her scars. We are the same. She gives Alastor praise for being so brave as she worships his godly body. Although he was skinny and tall, defined abs and pecs add definition to his skin. She runs her hands along the divots, while her lips place open mouthed kisses along his scars. He looks down at her while she worships him, his smile coming back just a little. He takes his finger and lifts her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes, her lips stained with blood from kissing his neck earlier. He hungrily goes in to taste them, and almost moans when her tangy blood and her sweetness hits his tongue. She reciprocates, fighting for dominance. His hands come up the grasp the wall behind her, and Y/N takes it as her chance to win that dominance fight. Her fingers lightly wrap around his neck, and she slides off the counter to press her body tightly against his, feeling the entire length of him. He grips the wall harder, possibly leaving marks. She applies more pressure to his arteries, making him slightly lightheaded. Their heavy breaths and pants fill the room, along with the slight whirring of the overhead light. Her slender tongue prods at his lips for entrance, and he gladly gives it to her. They take their time exploring each other's mouths as blatant moans and smacks of their lips becomes more audible. Y/N removes her hands from his neck to fumble with his belt and trousers. He understands what she's trying to convey, and goes to unhook her bra for her, sliding it off without them removing their lips from each other. Alastors hands find her two breasts and he slides against them, earning a slight whimper from the girl beneath him. Suddenly, he stops. Struggling to catch his breath, he pants out.