Alastor unbuttons his shirt and takes it off . you notice that he has scars all over his chest, and run your fingers along them. "what happened to you?" he puts his finger to your mouth and shushes you "that's a story for another time sweetheart"
"you know so much about me, but I hardly know much about you Al, why don't you tell me something" He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs "well- what do you want to know?" you look down and try to think of a question. "oh, I know, tell me how you died" He sits back with a gentle grin, "I was shot by a deer hunter" you look at him with a confused and shocked face "how?" he chuckles and looks down while putting his hands on your waist "Darling, it's a long story, maybe for anther time" you look at him with an unsatisfied look. "well if your not gonna tell me, I'm gonna ask a different question." but before you could think of another question, he snaps his fingers, and he was now suddenly on top of you. "what the-" he puts his hand on your mouth to stop you from talking, while his other hand was holding your hands together above your head "Enough questions dear, it's becoming awfully boring. Now, i'm gonna move my hand, and your gonna be quiet, alright?" you nod in agreement. He removes his hand from your mouth, but his other hand stayed in place. "what about your other-" he shushes you once again, "Remember darling, no more talking"
You've never seen him like this before, he was oddly dominate and demanding. But you kinda liked it, you liked this side of Alastor, it was so different to his usual gentleman self. He interrupts your thoughts by unbuttoning and taking off your blouse, you wanted to say something, but you knew that you'd just be silenced again, so you went with it. Even during a passionate moment like this, his presence was so powerful and strong, yet, he was gentle and subtle. At this point, you were both just making deep eye contact, and breathing heavy. adrenaline pumping through both of your bodies. It was like time stopped, as if you were stuck in place. He runs his hand along your body's outline, his other hand still holding both of yours. "Beautiful" he whispers to himself. you can't help but blush, you felt so awkward in this situation. He looks back at your face and notices that your red . "Am i crossing the line? If so i apologize" his voice was so sincere, you shook your head "NOPE! er- i mean no, your fine, i'm just awkward, i apologize-" He once again puts his hand on your mouth "It was a question, no need to be so flustered dear."
He moves his hand, and replaces it with his lips. As he kisses you, he runs his hand down your body, takes off your skirt,and wraps your legs around his waist, moving his body between your legs. He removes his lips from yours while sitting up, and admires your body. "you truly are a sight for sore eyes..." He bends back down a kisses your stomach, "now, darling, this next part might hurt a bit, are you okay with that..?" You nod, and as soon as you give him the okay, he bites your side, drawing blood from it. you winced a bit, but for the most part you didn't mind the pain. He sits up and runs his hand along the wound he just created, and licks the blood from his fingers. "Delectable.." he looks down at you with a smirk, his mouth surrounded with your blood. Any mortal would be terrified at this sight, but it made you blush.
Before anything else could happen, Vaggie comes into Alastors room without warning. "Hey Al, i did a load of your laundry, its was a pain in my ass you only wear suits-" she looks up, and realizes what she just walked into. "HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS, I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T THINK-" before you knew it everyone was rushing to Alastors room because of all the commotion, each one regretting it as soon as they see. Alastor and you just frozen in place, not knowing what to do. "Uhm, hey guys..!" you say awkwardly. "Oh boy..."
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His lovely demon belle
RomanceHaving died in the same century, You and Alastor have lots in common. while bonding with him you realize it may be a match made in hell 🖤
