Alastor x Fem!Reader

Chapter 26

As you would imagine, nothing interesting happened during lunch except when Angel Dust threw the green beans out the window. He declared it was fair to do so since they were wet. You and Charlie had explain that they were supposed to be wet which he only responded with a sexual joke.

You and Alastor went to his house as he had previously suggested. It was as warm and as beautiful as ever.

He sat you down in your guest room on your bed where you then proceeded talk for nearly and hour. It was about nothing specific. Just whatever came to mind.

"Alastor," you were leaning against him, almost in his lap. "Do you want to stay with me for tonight?"

"I would love to do that, (y/n)," he responded.

You laid down and were soon followed by Alastor. You were facing eachother and your faces were so close your noses were almost touching.

You decided to close the gap and kiss him with passion. Going further than you did today and planning on slipping your tongue into his mouth.

Of course, he had other plans and rolled you ontop of him. His tongue grazed your bottom lip as he pinched your side. He slipped his tongue in and fought you for dominance. Ultimately, he won and explored your mouth which was now his territory.

Your fingers ran through his hair as you to continued to make out. He slid one of his legs in between yours, applying the slightest amount of pressure to your privates. You slightly arched your back and wrapped your tail around his leg.

He moved his hands lower to the sides of your hips and pressed his leg just a little harder. You suppressed a moan as he tried over and over again. You finally couldn't take it anymore and let your noises of happiness leak into his mouth.

You needed air and reluctantly pulled away, rolling to the side while still dragging your digits through his soft hair. You were both breathing heavily.

"Alastor, I love you so much," you pressed your forehead against his.

"I know," he replied. He wasn't sure how to respond. He was never really in a relationship like this before. He liked it.

You just giggled in response.

"Do you want to live here with me?" He asked you. Your shut eyes opened wide and your jaw dropped.

"Really?" You exclaimed. He nodded. "Yes! Al, I would love to live with you."

"Wonderful."

You felt a wave of sleepiness wash over you and decided it was probably about time to sleep. You shut your eyes once more.

"Good night," you nuzzled your face into his chest and unwrapped your tail from around his leg and let it flop out behind you.

"Good night, my darling," he kissed the top of your head and you soon both fell asleep.

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The next day was Saturday, and since you and Alastor didn't have office jobs you needed to attend everyday, you weren't the cleaning crew, kitchen staff, manager, security, or manning the front desk, you both stayed in bed.

Being productive was not your main goal for today, so you didn't bother trying to wake Alastor up. He was still asleep. He was also incredibly warm.

His heat felt nice since it was December. Even though it was hell, it still grew cold in the winter. You carefully pushed away from him and took in all of his features.

His antlers were big, his hair was messy, his smile was less of a smile and more of a straight line just opened the slightest bit. He was breathing gently and his eyes were loosely shut.

You smiled at him and slid out of bed and downstairs to make coffee.

You boiled the water and used Alastor's French Press. You poured two cups, one just plain black coffee, and the other one to your liking.

You liked Alastor's kitchen. It was big with a gas stove and a fridge and freezer built into the wall. It had about a dozen cabinets filled with teapots, plates, bowls, different kinds of glasses. It had drawers filled with all sorts of silverware and cutlery.

You observed there was no microwave. That wasn't too bad. He had a toaster oven.

About an hour later at eight, Alastor came downstairs, fully dressed (including the smile) and took his coffee off the counter and joined you in the library.

"I see you're enjoying my collection of books?" He sat in the chair next to you, sipping his coffee.

"Yes," you had your nose buried in A Christmas Carol. It was a very captivating read.

"I do have a living room, you know," he hinted, "and it had a fireplace."

Your ears perked up.

"Let's light a fire and read together!" You stood up and twirled around.

"Sounds like a lovely plan, love," he cooed. You went to his living room and built the base for a fire on the fire place.

One big log, some kindling, a few thin branches, and old crumpled newspapers. Alastor lit the fire and you sat on the fluffy rug in front of it, in his lap.

You read the story out loud, using your best grumpy old man voice for scrooge and happy young voices for other characters. Marley, you gave a ghostly voice. Imitated echos and rattling chains. You read all the way through to the end of stave one and then finally closed the book.

"I love your voices for the different characters, my dear," Alastor praised you. You smiled and shifted in his lap.

"It was how I used to read to my cousin's to make them go to sleep before they moved to the Philippines," you said.

"How do you feel about dancing?" He asked you while wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I can't dance," you laughed, flicking your ears back.

"Follow my lead, dear, it's fun!" He stood up with you. "I'll show you an easy one first. The Charleston," he shook his hands and started dancing it.

He explained how to move your feet, later adding the twists and finally dancing it with you.

He turned on an upbeat song and you danced together for quite a while, laughing the whole time.

You loved living with Alastor. He was a good boyfriend. You hoped someday soon, he would trust you enough to go a step further.