Imagine being in Alastor’s bed, him bare-chested as he slowly unbuttons his trousers, straddling the space between your legs.
“Why are you challenging me, Y/N?” he asks, exhaling against your skin, along your neck and collarbone, then trailing down to your breasts and biting your hardened nipple.
“Because you let me, Alastor,” you moan in reply.
“Do you love me?” he asks, looking into your eyes with fire.
“You know I love you, we’re married…” you answer with a laugh.
Then Alastor thrusts into you in one breathless motion. His wide, thick cock forces its way into your pussy, already wet and waiting for him. And as he penetrates you, he wraps one arm behind your head, holding you close while pushing even deeper inside you.
“Rosie is Roo” “Rosie is Eve” “Rosie is the real Lilith” What about Rosie is Mommy? What about we’re sorry for theorizing about you ma’am, you can be whatever you want to be and we won’t question it? What about we’ll be good for you, Rosie, ma’am? More people should be saying this and by more people I mean Alastor—
Rosie finessing the fabric of her dress on her hips when Alastor came to visit is the old-timey equivalent of cupping her bra and adjusting her boobs so the cleavage is cleavaging correctly.
how would alastor be if he got angry in bed... im talking like borderline hate sex levels of anger here please i must knowwwww 😩
𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
𝐂𝐖: P in V, Rough sex, Overstimulation, Rubbing, Tendrils, I think this can be considered Dub-Con, Porn with a dash of Plot, Alastor and the Reader’s relationship is open to interpretation
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You took an entire month to regenerate after you stepped in and got yourself killed to help Alastor against the Vees, and oh, is he simmering in all sorts of conflicting emotions about it — anger, relief, annoyance, happiness — showing it in the way he takes you for hours on end.
Your body jerked forward, mattress creaking, bed frame smacking against the wall.
It was harsh, unforgiving, the way Alastor plowed into your cunt from behind, but there was nothing you could do. He had all of his weight pressed against your back, keeping you down.
And there was nothing you could say, either, mouth being held hostage by a singular clawed-hand.
You weren’t as strong or as powerful as Alastor, but that didn’t mean you were entirely helpless. Your warm, wet, gummy walls willingly swallowed each and every inch of his cock.
A welcome intrusion you rarely had the pleasure of feeling, even if it was rather ruthless for your taste.
“What —”
Snap!
“Were —”
Snap!
“You —”
Snap!
“Thinking?”
Each biting word was punctuated with a harsh thrust, a muffled cry vibrating against his palm.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You were so, so exhausted and unbelievably sore, but Alastor was tireless, your cunt loudly squelching as his cock relentlessly kissed your cervix.
He intended to fuck you until you passed out — a cruel punishment for disobeying him.
Your thighs quivered, and you sucked in your belly with a sharp intake of breath, his other hand moving away from your bruised hips to find that button hidden within the seam of your thighs.
It was sensitive, swollen from the many times he had toyed with it, but he flicked at it anyway.
“I’m so—orry, Al, pl-please,” You whimpered.
You tried to shut your legs closed the moment the pad of his finger pressed against your clit.
But Alastor summoned a tendril to aid him in his sinful endeavors, dark, smoky wisps curling around your thigh and squeezing, keeping your legs open for him. You let out a defeated cry.
His finger swirled against your clit, a familiar pressure building up in your core.
It felt deliciously painful, a searing pleasure, hot tears cascading down your cheeks as Alastor brought you closer and closer to the edge with the combined efforts of his cock and fingers.
He was displeased with you, and rightfully so, his palm swallowing your cries and whimpers.
“I told you not to get involved — I had it handled. But no, you had to step in and play hero.”
Snap!
“You insolent little brat.”
Snap!
“Let this be a lesson to you.”
Snap!
“To never, ever get involved in my affairs without my express permission — understood?”
He finally relinquished your mouth, hand falling down to grasp your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
It took a month for you to regenerate — a month! — and oh, was Alastor simmering in all sorts of conflicting emotions. Anger, relief, annoyance, happiness, and it was etched into his features.
That was the longest he had been away from you, and oh, was it an unbearable experience.
Crimson pools expectantly regarded you, waiting, anticipating your response. But as you parted your lips to say something, you finally reached the brink of ecstasy, a moan tearing from your throat.
Still, you nodded to the best of your ability, desperately hoping that it would appease him.
“That’s a good girl,” Alastor groaned.
He sounded so much content than he did before, but he didn’t let up on you.
You took so long to regenerate after you stepped in to help him against the Vees that, for a fleeting second, he thought the void had swallowed you whole, taken you to a place outside of his reach.
But no, you were back, sandwiched between his body and his bed, trembling against him.
Desperate pleas tumbled from your lips, begging Alastor to be slow down, but he continued to massage your swollen clit in quick circles and ram his cock into your cunt, overstimulating you.
Again, he intented to fuck you till you passed out so you wouldn’t repeat your mistake.
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