(Comfort for anxiety/meltdown/burn out/overstimulation)
Everything was getting to you. Your mind was racing. Every misunderstanding. Every mistake. Every person was against you. You were in bed on your side, overthinking it all. Your lover, Alastor, walked into the bedroom with two glasses of your favorite drink. You looked at him as he sat one down on the nightstand. âHere you go, my dear.â He said warmly before summoning his book and sitting in his chair with the other cup.
You twiddled your hands and thought of what to say to him. You wished he could just read your mind. You werenât sure what you were even feeling. You only knew that it was heavy. You were having such big feelings and you couldnât even describe them. He eventually felt your eyes on him and returned your gaze with his. You froze. âIs something the matter, sweetheart?â He asked, his voice warming your chest. He was always charming enough to make you blush, but he also picked up on it when you werenât feeling your best.
He hummed and stood up, silently joining you in bed. He got under the covers beside you, lying on his back and continuing to read his book. âNow, youâre welcome to put your head on my chest or hug my arm against you. Or perhaps youâd like for me to give you my full attention.â He said, looking away from his book. He made the choice easy for you. You inched yourself closer to him. You wanted to be as close as possible to him. Alastor. Your safe space. Your favorite person. He set his book aside and opened his arms for you. âThere you are.â He said softly, wrapping the blanket, and his arms around you.
Your exhaustion finally caught up to you and you were able to relax. You knew in your mind that the radio demon wouldnât let anyone harm you. You closed your eyes tight and squeezed him even tighter. âThere, there. Iâm here now. I know your poor little heart has been toyed with too harshly, but Iâm here now.â He doted. You loved his old-timey charisma and he knew it. The radio demon knew just how to take care of you. âItâs just..â you started. He nodded along and validated your every thought. ââŚand I was just so overwhelmed and upset..â he let you repeat yourself as many times as you needed to for the next 20 minutes.
You felt better after his emotional and physical comfort had made its way to your aching heart. âIâm sorry for complaining about it so much.. I just have such a hard time..â you felt slightly embarrassed. But he was there to reassure you again. âI would never tire of hearing about it, sweetheart.â He said, holding you tighter against his chest. You smiled and closed your eyes again, this time in a more relaxed way. Your breaths slowed and deepened. Your tired eyes blinked up at his gorgeous face. You smiled as you stared into your loverâs eyes. He was always here to help you through moments like this.
âDear. Please have your drink. I think youâll enjoy it.â He said, assisting you in sitting up in bed. You sipped your favorite beverage and leaned against him. His touch was the only one you wanted. You finished your drink and he set it back afterwards. âWhy donât we watch that picture show you love?â You smiled again. He was already standing and fiddling with his enemy, the television, just for you. âHere. Let me put it on, I know you donât really like it.â You giggled, appreciative that he was willing to even entertain it to make you happy.
Soon, you had turned your show on and cuddled up next to your demon lover again. You immediately felt yourself yawning and burrowing into his clothing. You felt his voice in his chest as he spoke soothing lullabies to you. He knew the effect he had. He encouraged you to close your eyes and drift off into sleep. He knew it was pulling at you and you needed it. âThatâs it.. let your dreams take over. You can rest now, my dear. Youâre safe under my care, you know that.â He stroked your hair.
âYou felt protected enough to show me such a soft side of yourself, and I will not take it for granted. I wonât let anyone harm you as long as youâre here with me.â You were so comfortable, physically and mentally. He was your anchor throughout everything youâve dealt with. He was the one to help you through it. You fell asleep in his arms, your head against his chest. He watched your favorite show as you slept through it, so you could info dump to him about it once you were awake again.
Touch starved virgin Caine x dominant human reader
/takes place during episode 8
The day started like any other. You and the others woke up in the digital world you were forced to live in against your will. You made conversation with the other humans in the circus until Caineâs absence started to worry you. He was never this late to roping his humans into an adventure. You decided to investigate by making your way to his office. Youâve been there before.
Youâve always had a strange fascination with Caine, but he wasnât aware of your little crush. As you approached the door, the noises coming from inside were concerning. â..They only think about themselves!â You barged in. âCaine?!â You called out for him, your heart pounding for his well-being. You spotted him, mid-air. âAre you okay in here?â You finally made eye contact with him as he was clearly frantic and flustered that you had walked in on him. âUh- I-.. well hello there, human!â He switched up his tone completely, going back to the hyper, silly ringmaster you adored.
Your face wore a look of concern. He knew you had seen at least some of his tantrum. He sighed and dropped the facade as he made his way down to you. âSorry.. for what you saw.. but just know, it wasnât about you!.. The others, theyâre.. not as kind as you are.â He gulped, sharing something vulnerable for the first time. You raised your eyebrows, shocked. Did he have a soft spot for you?
He huffed, clearly still upset about the others not liking his adventures. âItâs just.. Iâm trying my best!.. and none of them have anything nice to say about my adventures.. the thing I was made for! I- I was never meant to handle this.. rejection..â he glitched. â..my code wasnât made to feel these emotions I- I canât process this!â He was in physical pain and you felt terrible. âCaine!â You wrapped your arms around him, worried. He gasped, returning to his normal state almost immediately. âYou just need someone to lean on.â You spoke gently, rubbing his back. âMmm.. this leaning does feel good.â He said innocently.
You giggled. âNot literally, silly.â You tilted his head up to look at you. âI like your adventures.â You said. Blush appeared on his face. âY-you do?â He responded, insecurity present in his voice. The poor thing. You were determined to make this right. âYes, and I like you, Caine.â You could tell his code wasnât able to process THIS either. He was a blushing, stuttering mess already. âUh- u-uh.. well! I, uh..â
After seeing what his reaction to a little validation was, you just HAD to give him the praise he deserved. âIn fact, I like everything about you. Youâre very special to me.â His big eyes sparkled and stared up at you like a puppy awaiting another treat. You giggled under your breath. âNow doesnât that feel nice?â You asked rhetorically, seeing how much he was enjoying this. He fiddled with and stared down at his gloved hands. âMhm..â he mumbled, not used to this kind of attention.
You ran your fingertips over his hands and up his arms, teasing him. âO-oh my! Uh..â He was so naive and innocent, it was adorable. It was clear he had never been this close with a human before. His over-reaction to such a simple gesture was very rewarding to see. âCaine?â You got closer, putting your face against the side of his. âI think being intimate with a human would make you feel better about us.â You whispered. He shuttered under you. âB-being intimate?â He questioned, nervous. âYou can tell me to stop at any time.â You said, your dominant hand on his small thigh. He watched in awe as you touched him and rubbed around his groin. He didnât hold anything back. Caine was very vocal about this new pleasure he felt. âW-woah.. thatâs making me feel..â you felt him get hard under your hand.
ââŚgood.~â His clothed body looked so perfect. His broad shoulders and tiny waist were begging to be grabbed and touched. His skin-tight clothes showed every delicate detail. He clearly modeled himself after the perfect male body. âAh~â he moaned sweetly. You bit your lip as you touched him. Even though he was just an ai, he could clearly still feel the pleasures you were giving him. âHow does that feel, Caine?â You asked slyly, knowing the answer.
âA-amazing!~â he cooed. You giggled as you sat in his lap, straddling him. He gulped, looking up at you submissively. He yearned for more, and you would gladly give it to him. After all, you were enjoying this too.
(This was the one and only Caine fic I wrote last month when I was hyperfixated on him. Expect more Alastor fics next, or possible a part 2 to this fic.)
*he loves it when you tie his bowtie and button his coat for him in the morning. And make his coffee. And kiss him on the cheek.*
*youâre the only one allowed to pet his ears, and you take advantage of it. Theyâre so fluffy and intimate.*
*you dust his radio carefully and he appreciates it.*
*heâs an excellent chef and treats you to your favorite meals all the time.*
*he loves looking good for you. His dapper suit is always ironed and perfumed.*
*heâll kiss your neck from behind when you least expect it, but somehow itâs always what you need.*
*his love language is words of affirmation. Words words words. As a radio host, he knew exactly how to use his words to woo you.*
*he is on gentleman mode at all times, even when you ask for something rougher and unconventional. He is always gentle with you.*
*his pet names for you are âsweetheartâ, âdoeâ, âdollâ, and any sweet word in french. Heâll casually start speaking his second language when heâs with you. âMon cherâ âMon amourâ*
*Alastor as your husband is considerate of your feelings, unlike everyone elseâs. You are his exception.*
My dear readers, I have worked aimlessly hard (wet) to curate an NSFW Alastor x reader by Valentineâs Day. Enjoy and happy holiday to Alastor enjoyers. đťđś
Valentineâs day in the Radio Demonâs lapđťâ¤ď¸
(NSFW, Alastor x reader, M4F, romantic boyfriend Alastor, enthusiastic and obsessed reader, romance, slow burn, cheesy, feral horny sex)
The day started like any other. Alastor awoke bright and early to bring you a tray of breakfast in bed. Somehow the radio demon was a night owl AND an early bird. You heard him in your sleep tune his radio past several stations before landing on a cheesy love song from his time. You pried your heavy eyelids open and immediately gasped at the sight before you. Alastor had laid out a much more bountiful arrangement of items than usual on this special morning. His radio continued playing. You blushed and took it all in as Alastor stood and let his flirtatious eyes and smile match the lyrics.
đťđśâHello beautiful!
Howâd ya get so beautiful?â đśđť
The overlord only ever yearned for your validation, and yours alone. He aimed to impress you every single day, but today he went above and beyond. There was a base meal of colorful breakfast foods, but also several options of more unique foods for dessert. Plus, the traditional bouquet of red roses and heart shaped box of assorted chocolates. He had really outdone himself. You brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear bashfully. There was a stuffed teddy bear with a note in itâs arms. You opened it. âMy radio tower. 6 pm. â¤ď¸â you looked up and he was gone. The romantic music continued to play as you started the delicious and flavorful meal that was prepared for you. Alastor was an amazing chef. You enjoyed every bite. You fell back down onto your pillow and relished in the warm feeling that the radio demon gave you.
You eventually stood and did a twirl and hop out of excitement. You knew you were in for a night of romance and giddiness. You sighed blissfully before sitting at your vanity. Alastor made you feel like a lady, which you had never felt before getting with him. You dolled yourself up for him as his radio was still filling the air and warming your heart. When you were near him, the radio demon always filled the atmosphere with his music of choice. Alastor knew what your damsel heart wanted to hear. He was a master of using his words and his music to his advantage, and to make you feel good. He didnât care about many otherâs feelings or wellbeing. So, you felt honored that you were one of few sinners the radio demon admired. In fact, he admired you the most.
You went about your day as normal and did whatever you could to kill the time before your date tonight. You took a deep breath and made your way to his tower. You were certain he had something extravagant planned and you were anxious at the thought. But you knew he would make you feel comfortable and warm inside. It was 6 pm on the dot when you knocked on his door. The radio demon opened it and greeted you with a handsome appearance. âHello there, dollface!â You nearly swooned then and there at the sight of him in his dapper new suit. And he had worn it just for you? Your heart was racing and your hands were shaking. He urged you inside and closed the door behind you. âIâm so happy youâre here!â
He was a genius at reading people, you included. âWhy dear, you look as pretty as a peach, but youâre shaking like a leaf. How about I fix you up a drink to calm your dainty nerves?â He offered, pouring himself one as well. You swallowed your saliva and nodded. âMhm.. sorry I just..â you fiddled with the hem of your skirt before he handed you a glass of fruity and bright wine. âI know. I think itâs cute how much you fancy me.. makes me feel important to you.â He said, sipping his drink. âHave a seat on my lap, dear. Would that make you feel better?â The boldness of his words calmed you just as much as the alcohol going down. You gasped in joy and planted yourself on your dream seat, his lap. You smiled at him. There was never an awkward silence as his music filled the air as a perfect ambiance.
đťđśâAinât Misbehavinâ! Savinâ all of my love for you!âđśđť
Just thinking of how he had hand picked each love song that played throughout the night was enough to make you blush as each one came on. You were in love with the overlord and his unwavering passion for radio. âAnd I just love what youâve done with your hair this evening.â He complimented. Your anxious mind had turned into an aroused state. A few sips was enough confidence to non-verbally request his embrace. You sat on his lap, your body inching closer to his; your eyelashes batting sweetly up at him with a smile. He chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around you. âYou know, you neednât be so nervous around me, darling. But I can understand why you would be. Hmhmhm~..â you closed your eyes and hugged him back. You wanted to be close to him. âYeah.. Iâm weak when it comes to you.â You said, bottoming your drink in a few gulps while holding onto him. âMy dear.. you know Iâm aware of your feelings. And you know theyâre reciprocated.â He charmed as he adjusted in his seat. It was his favorite lounge chair, comfortable and soft. You had to hold back your insane reaction to being on his lap. You just smiled widely at him as the song changed yet again on the radio.
đťđśâThrow me a kiss, miss wonderful.
Youâll never miss, miss wonderful.âđśđť
He poured two more drinks. You picked up your new cup and cleared your throat. âYour new suit.. itâs hotsy-totsy.â He couldnât help but giggle as your compliment flattered him. âOh- Darling!â He laughed sweetly. âThat was THEE thing to say to your lover back in MY day!â There was a pause. His smile never faltered as he let his face speak for him. âIâm happy you decided to join me tonight.. mon cher.â His arm was around you as you were sat on his knee. You sipped your drink. So did he. Eye contact remained. He was a beautiful man; a sexy overlord. You were so attracted to him and his quirks. You smirked at him and sensually ran your index finger over his clothed shoulder. He froze. You could tell he was inexperienced, but he didnât want you to know. His confidence barely covered up his rush of excitement. You were thrilled that he let you touch him and be intimate with him like this. You gazed into Alastorâs eyes as the tension grew. Itâs like his smolder was fueling the flames in your blood. Your hand met his jawline before going in to kiss him on his lips. His hands found your waist as he kissed you back. Wow, his fingertips were electrifying. Your hands were free to roam his perfect body, staring with his waist as well. He didnât hold back in his reactions. âMmm..â he moaned into the kiss. You slowly ran your hands up and down his back; from his broad shoulders, to his slim waist. You wanted to feel every part of him. Your hands ran up his stomach and around his chest, fondling him around his bowtie and under the lapels of his suit. He finally broke away from the kiss. âGood.. good heavens dear..â he mustered up, while insanely flustered and unable to contain himself. The radio had started playing a more suggestive, lyric-less, smooth and jazzy piece of music. âSince when are you someone to be in charge?..â he sighed and slowed down as you went back in to kiss his neck. You were getting such rewarding responses from him, you couldnât help yourself. You could tell his neck was a weak spot as every kiss slowed him down even more. His body was silently inviting you to be even more intimate as he helped you re-adjust your seat in his lap. As you now straddled him, you could feel just how much he was enjoying your affection. âMmm..â you let out as you felt how huge he was against your groin. Your eyes drank in the dark, gorgeous demon you were sitting on. He was slender, charming, and had finally surrendered to submitting to you. You could feel yourself staring and licking your lip, but didnât bother holding back. He knew of your feelings, and didnât mind the attention. In fact, you were under the strong suspicion that he rather enjoyed your praise. His soft, inviting hair and ears were begging to be touched and caressed. His eyes were intelligent and intimidating. His smile never faltered. God, he was handsome. He was gorgeous. You wondered just how much would he let you get away with.
His new bowtie was just calling out for you to pull it undone. You did. âOops.. Sorry, Mr. Alastor..â you said sly and sarcastic. âI guess I wanna take your fancy new suit off..â you twirled his hair around your finger and batted your eyelashes at him. âWell then.. Undress me.â He said. You held back a squeal of excitement before smiling at him as a thank you. Where to start? The untied bow draped over his broad shoulders? And how his broad shoulders looked in his shapely pin stripe coat.. Mmm.. You could feel yourself nearly drooling and biting your lip checking him out like this. Your hands unbuttoned the first button on his coat, painfully slow for him. It was warm and wet between your legs as your hips started grinding up against his hard on. The friction of the fabrics added so much pleasure for the both of you. He never bit back a single sound of pleasure, and you were grateful. You felt his voice deep in the pit of your stomach. âAlastor..â you held him tight, reaching for his monocle and setting it on the table. You wanted him comfortable and rideable. You finished unbuttoning his coat, and sliding your hands from his sides to his back, under his coat. You were a layer of clothing closer to him and you could feel his fur under his shirt. His blood was warm and aroused. âOh.. please.. no more teasing..â you had the radio demon begging and pleading under you and it felt so good. âCanât you feel how ready I am?â You could. âPlease.. Iâll help you..â His hands held and moved your hips as you continued dry humping him. âOh my god..â you moaned. He was so inviting and desirable. You pressed your lips against his again, moving your heart against his.
đťđśâI wanna be loved by you, just you, nobody else but you.
I wanna be loved by you aloneâđśđť
You unbuckled his belt and helped yourself to his most sensitive area. Your bottoms followed shortly after. You stroked his cock sensually with your entrance. You couldnât wait another moment. You wanted to ride this gorgeous demon overlord right this second. You were soaked and ready for him. You mounted him impatiently and your entrance started to take in his sensitive head. His whimper was unfiltered and accidental. He looked embarrassed. It only made you wanna sit down and take in the entire length of him. You did. The two of your moans filled his radio tower. You relished in the feeling of having him inside of you. He was warm and comforting. His speakers began to crack and static the weaker he became. The radio demon was bleating and whining in pleasure. You were enjoying your time as well, moving to where it felt good for you. You held each other close and focused on the feeling. âMmm~â he whimpered and whined as your hips rode into him. He held your waist and hips to help the motion. He filled the deepest parts of you with warmth. You basked in the pleasure the two of you were creating. âI- Iâm not going to last very long at this rate.â He was a mess. You giggled and hugged him tighter. âItâs okay, Alastor. You can cum inside whenever you want.â You sweet talked him and tightened your grip on his cock. His chest heaved up and down as your heart was racing.
His tentacles grew from his back and sides, wrapping around you. He took over and bucked his hips up into you. You moaned. It felt so good being fucked by Alastor. âThatâs it dear.. just like thatâŚâ he nearly growled. The radio static was screaming. He held you close and penetrated you deep. Your walls and insides pulsed with satisfaction. His tentacles met your clit and loved up on it. âYes~â you moaned. Others found the radio demon off putting and terrifying; you found him charmingly handsome.
He was having the time of his afterlife as he neared his orgasm. He held onto you tightly and let out the climax of his wendigo cries and moans. The sensation was overwhelmingly enjoyable as you clung to him. âAlastorâŚâ you cried softly. The two of you caught your breath. You were sweaty and disheveled from making love. âI love you.â Alastor said. You buried your face in his neck. âI love you, Alastor. This has been the best Valentineâs day ever.â He smiled sincerely. âWe still havenât touched the charcuterie board I prepared. Letâs clean up and feed ourselves.â He said. You felt safe and trusting with letting him take care of you afterwards. You hugged him close, hiding your face in his hair and neck. âAnd does my babydoll want carried?â You positioned yourself for him to stand. He chuckled. âThatâs what I was hoping for.â
His radio returned to his usual broadcast. Love songs and old-timey tunes.
(Comfort for overstimulation, anxiety, regulation)
You had agreed to attend the party in the hotel lobby to appease Charlie. It had started out fine; you joked with Nifty and Angel about the most unconventional things. You liked that about them. They were unfiltered and matched your weirdness, but even so, your battery began to run out. The lights were way too bright. Everyone wanted to talk to you and you couldnât say anything they wanted to hear. âTeasingâ from anyone felt like straight up insults and personal attacks. What bothered you so much seemed to be invisible to everyone else in the room. The noise. The sound. The volume. The questions. Your mind was overwhelmed by being able to hear every tapping, clinking, stomping, and conversation in the room. Your head was physically in pain from how bright the lights were and your heart was racing.
You sat on the couch furthest away from everyone and tried to catch your breath. You were having a good time earlier, but your disorder never allowed for that to continue for very long. Even around people you knew very well, your solitude was always better. Which is why the host of the hotel was your favorite person here. He was silently lurking around the entire time, never making himself known. He could be quite the ninja when he wanted to be, and he knew exactly how to soothe and take care of your neurodivergent soul.
You sighed and closed your eyes as you sat there; you knew Alastor was soon to join you. You felt the noise cancelling headphones appear around your ears. Your eyes shot open. Everything was 10 times better. You could breathe without feeling suffocated. You could hear yourself think without being bombarded with every minuscule noise in the entire hotel. It was peacefully quiet. You could finally collect your thoughts. You noticed the lights had been dimmed and nobody dared to even look your way. You turned around. âHi, Mr. Alastor.â
A smirk was on his face and he was wearing his striped red pajamas. You got giddy as you knew what that meant. He sat next to you and opened his arms. You immediately went to your safe person for comfort. You nearly sat in his lap as your head was on his shoulder. He snapped his fingers and summoned a blanket to cradle you in. You felt safe in every way in Alastorâs arms. Physically, of course, but mentally as well. He understood when to shut up and when to let you recharge. You felt his clawed fingers playing with your hair and scratching your scalp how you liked it. You felt yourself stimming with your hands as the good feeling took over. Maybe your voice let out happy noises. You slid your shoes off and rubbed your socked feet together like a cricket. You cuddled closer to the radio demon.
You allowed yourself a deep breath. You were on the brink of being so relaxed that you were almost asleep, but you werenât. You giggled and stimmed for a while as you were in the company of the overlord who owned your soul. He knew of your attachment to him and used it to his advantage in owning your soul, but you didnât mind. Youâve always wanted someone to take care of you like this and it was your granted wish in exchange for your soul. You wanted him to be your caregiver and safe space; he never slacked on his role in the deal.
He noticed your body had become relaxed and your stimming had regulated you. âNow dear, are you feeling well enough to go back?â He asked in his soothing radio host voice. Part of you felt like you were satisfied, but a much bigger part didnât want to leave his cozy embrace only to join a social situation. âNo.â You mustered up, only so he didnât leave. He laughed knowingly under his breath. âYouâre lucky youâre my favorite pet.â He rubbed your back, reminding you to drop your shoulders and unclench your stiff muscles. You smiled and kicked your feet in happiness. âMmm..â you sighed into his shoulder. âRemember what I said about wearing these when you need them?â He said, referring to your headphones.
You blushed. You knew how much they helped, but you were slightly embarrassed of wearing them in front of everyone. They all knew about your diagnosis but you hated feeling like such an outcast. The stigma around autism and people who were different really got to you; it made it hard to accept how different you truly were from others. And how you needed accommodations to get through your day. You squeezed your comfort character and sighed in defeat. âMhm..â he held you tighter, knowing your aching heart needed it. âIâll stay here with you for a while longer, but you looked like you were having fun earlier. You should return to the party eventually, my dear.â
You squeezed him tighter. âListen, mon cher. I know how hard youâve had it, but you canât let that stop you from experiencing good things.â He said, rubbing your back. âSit here and stim with me for 10 more minutes, alright?â Alastor had such a soft spot for you and it made you feel special and seen. âOkay..â you mustered up. You wanted to do your best for him.
(Alastor x pregnant reader, M4F, NSFW, breeding kink, pregnancy, romance)
Part 1:
đŹ 3  đ 12  â¤ď¸ 333 ¡ Human Alastor gets you pregnant on your anniversary ¡ (Human Alastor x fem reader, M4F, breeding kink, slow burn, teasin
It has been 7 months since that night in the hotel room. The night he had impregnated you. Your most intimate dream had been fulfilled. The night he planted his seed deep inside of you. Since that night, you began your journey of baring his baby. You never knew this was a want of yours until you fell in love with Alastor. The thought and action of him breeding you was intoxicating.
When you were on his arm in public now, everyone around you knew. They knew that he was the one who put you in this state. And that thought was arousing. You were proud to be seen with such a handsome and dapper man. Alastor was the most charming and successful radio host in New Orleans and you felt like the luckiest lady in the world to have him. You felt safe enough to show your heart and soul to him. And you knew him better than anyone else did. Yes, he was a despicable man, a demonic monster, but you didnât mind. In fact, you were always a weirdo your entire life; having a strange obsession with things that were considered naughty or unconventional.
Once you returned home, he noticed the look you had on your face; desire that only he could fulfill. He guided you to the bedroom where he would lay you down and tuck you in comfortably before joining beside you. He started by running his fingertips over your warm skin, caressing your pregnant belly lovingly. His face was two inches from yours, smiling sweetly into your eyes. You watched the ravenous look appear on your perfect husbandâs face as he leaned in and kissed your neck. âThat feels..â you ran your dainty hands over his broad shoulders and dramatically held onto him from below. You felt connected to your lover now more than ever.
His ran his tongue up your neck towards your ear. Your love for each other was animalistic and passionate. He smirked as he was about to seduce you with what he did best: his words. âIâm so attracted to you like this. Everyone knows youâre carrying my baby; and that makes me feel very protective of you.â His hands made their way to your swollen breasts, gently massaging the tender flesh. âNot to mention, the way your body is changing drives me wild. Youâre a feminine goddess from a fairytale, lounging about on the bed like this.â His hand made its way back down the curve of your bump, landing on your thigh. His fanged teeth nibbled at your sensitive ear. You practically purred like a cat as he praised and pined over you.
âFuck.. my panties..â you whimpered for him. âHmm your panties~?â he repeated teasingly, touching your flesh through the fabric of your underwear. He could feel how wet you were for him. Your tender flesh had been feeling much more sensitive than usual as your body prepared to give birth. Alastor placed an electrifying kiss on your neck before shifting positions. He settled himself comfortably before your core as he spread your legs, revealing the soaked fabric of cotton.
You made sure you were in a comfortable position before reaching down and holding Alastorâs beautiful face in between your hands. His expression was more than a feast for the eye. His eyes yearned to bring you pleasure and fulfillment. He wanted to be the one to satisfy you. His gorgeous facial features were sculpted by the gods of beauty. His full nose and lips brought such a warmth to his cold and intimidating gaze. His smirk was impatient and his tongue was ready. He pulled down your underwear and tossed them to the side. His hands were scooping up your ass and hips from underneath as your thighs were on his shoulders. âOh my~â you couldnât help but let out softly as your husband put you in such a vulnerable position.
Your heart was racing and your body was ready. You let yourself relax as Alastorâs velvet tongue danced across your dewy flower petals. You closed your eyes and gently pulled at his hair while he ate. His tongue teased your swollen bud by running over it a few times then abandoning it before repeating the cycle again. He knew exactly how to please and tease you with anticipation. The rhythm and pressure of his tongue against your clit was building up to your orgasm. You threw your head back and enjoyed yourself. He moaned and mumbled something against you that caused vibrations in the core of your being. He tightened his grip around your hips and indulged you more by moving his tongue in the exact way you liked it. âFuck..â you came against his mouth and squeezed his head between your thighs.
He watched with yearning as your bump grew week by week. In return, you felt sweet flustered and thrilled to be with him. You enjoyed the luxurious experience of being pampered by him while you carried his child. He massaged your feet and your shoulders daily; non-negotiable. He was dedicated to making your pregnancy as easy as possible. It only made you want to give him another baby after this one. You were so connected and in love with him; you never wanted him to leave the house. But you knew he had a specific time set off of work for your birth and recovery. You knew he would tend to your every need as he promised.
A few more months had passed, and you were really pregnant. Your entire body got consumed by baring this child. Your emotions and nausea wouldâve been unbearable without your supportive partner. You tuned into his radio broadcast as you went about your day at home. You put your hand on the wall to walk to the nursery while his charming voice filled the house. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror. You stopped in your tracks and a blush appeared on your cheeks. You turned to the side and rubbed your delicate hands over your enormous bump, bonding with your baby who was due to arrive next week. Your skin was covered in a dewy and glowy sweat as your eyes started to water. Your radio host husband sang one song daily at his station and he has been dedicating it to you since your anniversary. Every day, he would sing a different jazzy love song of the time (it was 1927). His crooner vocals filled the air as you sat on the couch and relaxed.
Apparently you fell asleep because the next thing you remembered was him playing with your hair to gently rouse you awake. âI brought you home some rice and dumplings, dearest.â You slowly blinked and stretched before holding the container of food. It smelled delicious. He had brought you home dinner every single night since your third trimester began. He refused to see you struggle in the kitchen. You blushed and smiled at him as you took your first bite. âYouâre so good to me.â You said, exhausted, even thought you had slept all day. The two of you talked and enjoyed your dinner.
Once your plate was cleared, he helped you stand from the couch. âDance with me, my muse.â He romanced. You blushed and put your head on his shoulder as the two of you swayed together. âI heard you were listening to my station when I got home.â He said, smiling down at you. You ran your hands over his chest, fixing up his shirt and tie. âI changed it to this classical music station to set the mood for a relaxing evening together.â He said. You hugged your dapper husband and basked in his presence. His smell. His clothing. His voice. Him. You were in love with him.
He laughed condescendingly under his breath as he held you. âIâm the luckiest man in the world.â He said, rubbing your back. You kissed your loverâs lips and bonded with him during this moment. âTomorrow is my last day at the station before my month and a half leave.â He brushed your hair behind your ear. âWhat will they do without me? Iâm the best, after all.â He said, making you giggle. âI get to have you all to myself..â you pulled him in possessively by his waist coat.
âBut.. I am anxious about something..â you shared. He tuned in to your concern. âAfter I give birth, will we still have this spark between us?â You asked, insecurity present. âOf course we will.â He answered without hesitation. âYou are my soul mate.â He said, holding you closer. âOur children will know what true love is.â He played with your hair. âThey will know that our love is deep and pure. Our love for each other will be as present as our love for them. They will feel our love in every room of this house.â He swayed you to the music again.
âNext week, weâll be more than just our love for each other. Weâll both love this baby that weâve made together as well.â He snapped his fingers and transported the both of you to the nursery. You got misty eyed and bit back tears. âAww dear, itâs alright. Come here.â He wrapped his assuring arms around your fragile form. âIâm sorry Iâm really emotional..â you whined into his shoulder. âI know. But this is normal. And I can take care of you.â He was right. You let your tears flow as you held onto your supportive husband. âAlastor.. youâre gonna be such an amazing father.â You said. With that, you heard him sniffle. He held you tighter as he silently sobbed along with you. You noticed and laughed through your tears. He did the same. The laughter and sobbing filled the air along with the radio from the other room.
A Soothing Kind of Quiet- Alastor x Doe reader (NSFW)
Synopsis- ~Alastor, the loud, confident, and dramatic radio demon, has fallen head over heels for a quiet, gentle doe with selective mutism. Despite his boisterous antics around others, he is utterly smitten and tender toward her, cherishing her silence, quirks, and every delicate gesture. Their relationship is a series of intimate, whimsical, and romantic moments: he reads to her, brushes and braids her hair, sings for her, slow dances under lantern light, and carries her when sheâs tired. He plans a secret, secluded wedding in a magical forest filled with wildflowers, lanterns, and the soft murmur of a nearby river~
Tags- Mute Doe reader/ Sweet sex/ Gentle Alastor/ Forest sex/ Vines lifting her up, but not kink-ily/ First time penetration/ Oral fem receiving bc I like it >:(/ Just rlly sweet sex/ rlly long fic too...
The bar was alive tonight. Or as alive as a place in Hell could beâwith the sharp sound of laughter, the smell of cheap gin, and the static crackle of Alastorâs radio cheer threading through the air.
âNow really, my dear Husk, itâs hardly my fault your patrons look like they were dragged here by a funeral procession!â the demon sang, leaning far over the bar counter with that wild grin of his, voice booming over the clinking glasses.
âMaybe if you stopped talkinâ, itâd be quieter,â Husk muttered, cleaning a glass.
Alastorâs grin only widened. âAh, but then it wouldnât be me! And who could possibly survive without my charming personality brightening their dreary existence?â
âMe,â Husk said flatly.
Angel Dust, perched on a stool nearby, snickered. âSweetheart, you are the dreary existence.â
âOh, please!â Alastor snapped his fingers and a small burst of static echoed like laughter. âYouâd miss me if I vanished, Angel dear. Admit it.â
Angel blew a puff of smoke his way. âSure, dollface. Like Iâd miss a rash.â
Laughter bubbled up from somewhere behind the bar. The atmosphere was exactly as Alastor liked itâchaotic, loud, full of him. But thenâ
Husk tilted his head toward the lounge. âStill donât get it,â he said under his breath, drying another glass. âHow the hell did you convince her to like you?â
The word her pulled every spark of static in the air into silence.
Alastor followed Huskâs line of sight, grin still wideâbut when his eyes landed on her, sitting curled up on the hotel couch with a book in her lap, everything softened.
Her knees were drawn up, bare feet tucked beneath her dress. The lamp beside her bathed her in warm gold light. She wasnât even doing anythingâjust reading quietly, head tilted slightly to the side, the smallest smile ghosting her lips as her eyes traced the page.
For a moment, the entire bar melted away.
Static died completely. The usual manic hum behind his eyes faded, replaced with something still, something tender that made his chest ache in the most pleasant way.
He didnât answer Husk. He just⌠smiled. That different kind of smileâthe one that never reached the sharpness of his grin, but lived in the soft edges of his eyes.
Then, with a little hum, he abandoned the bar entirely.
Husk blinked. â...the hell?â
Angel snorted. âHe short-circuited again.â
Alastor strode across the room, his long legs carrying him in quick, eager steps. The static around him returned, faint and happy this time, like a radio tuned to a love song.
She looked up when she felt him near, those gentle eyes meeting his.
And oh, she smiled.
Just a small curve of her lips, but it was enough to send a thrill up his spine.
âAh, thereâs my darling little doe,â he said warmly, dropping beside her on the couch. He reached for her hand, lifting it carefully as if it were made of glass, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. âReading again, are we?â
She nodded once, her other hand closing the book halfway.
His eyes sparkled. âAnd how fares the story this evening? Do tell me itâs not another one of those dreadful tragediesâyou know how I loathe unhappy endings.â
She tilted her head side to side, a little shrug that meant Itâs fine.
Alastor chuckled, the sound softer than anyone in the bar had ever heard. âAh, only âfine,â is it? Then perhaps I should write you something better! A tale worthy of your time and your smile.â
She laughed silentlyâa breathy, bright little sound that never quite made it to voiceâand shook her head, nudging his arm playfully.
He melted completely.
Husk watched from behind the bar, eyebrows raised. âIs that the same guy who just threatened to turn Angel into a xylophone five minutes ago?â
Angel leaned on his elbow. âNope. Thatâs his evil twinâthe romantic one.â
Charlie, watching quietly from the doorway, smiled softly. âI think thatâs just⌠Alastor when heâs happy.â
And as he leaned back on the couch, still holding her hand, Alastor didnât even hear them. He was too busy tracing gentle circles against her skin, talking about nonsenseâconstellations, old poetry, the way her hair caught the lamplightâanything just to keep that quiet, shy smile on her face a little longer.
Alastor never thought heâd grow to love silence.
For most of his existence, silence meant boredom. The static died, the noise stopped, and he was left with his own mindâsomething heâd rather never sit alone with. But she changed that. She made silence⌠beautiful.
She was quiet in the way snow was quiet, soft and pure and shimmering with something sacred. A doe demon, delicate in manner and movementâevery tilt of her head graceful, every blink deliberate. Her voice existed, but rarely; a shy thing that appeared only in whispers or startled gasps, usually when she saw a spider scuttle too close or when Alastorâs shadow decided to be dramatic again.
He never asked her to speak. Never needed her to.
Heâd learned early that there was something behind that silenceâa story she wasnât ready to share. Heâd seen it once, in the way her eyes had flickered at a loud noise, or how her fingers trembled when someone raised their voice too sharply. Whatever it was that made her quiet, it wasnât weakness. It was survival. And Alastor understood that better than most.
Heâd fallen in love with her far too quickly to be rational about it. One smile, one shy little nod when heâd asked her to dance that first time, and heâd been lost. Entirely and hopelessly.
Now, his days orbited around her like she was the sun and he was a planet blessed just to be near her warmth.
Every morning began the same way now. The soft light of Hellâs false dawn spilling through the curtains, dust motes swirling lazily in the air, and her sitting beside him at the little table by the window. She was still in her nightgown, hair mussed from sleep, delicate ears twitching faintly whenever his radio crackled. He read to her from one of his favorite booksâhis voice smooth and melodic, full of cheerâbut somewhere between the words, his eyes always wandered.
Sheâd lean on her hand, listening quietly, eyes half-lidded in contentment. And without fail, that thought would come crashing into him again. I want to marry this woman.
It startled him every time, like a sudden swell of static that buzzed through his ribs. His grin would falter for half a heartbeat, his voice catching mid-sentence, and sheâd blink up at him with that curious tilt of her headâthose wide, fawn-brown eyes soft and questioning.
Heâd just smile brighter, brushing it off with a chuckle. âAh, forgive me, my dear, I simply lost my place! Where were we? Ah yesââand thus, love conquered the silence of the worldââŚâ
Sheâd smile back, not realizing how her quiet presence had just conquered his.
Later, when the day stretched on and most of the hotel dozed in lazy afternoon warmth, heâd sit behind her on the couch, brushing through her hair. The strands were silken, the color glinting faintly in the light, and he handled it as if it were spun gold. Her small antlers peeked through near the top, delicate and lovely, and he always took extra care not to tug too hard near their base.
He hummed while he workedâan old, cheerful tune from decades ago, his voice low and velvety. Every few moments sheâd let out a soft little sigh, her eyelids fluttering, and heâd feel her relax completely beneath his touch.
It was domestic bliss incarnate, and it nearly undid him.
He found himself thinking againâI want to braid her hair every morning for the rest of eternity.
But he couldnât. His chest felt too full. Too warm.
She turned her head slightly to look at him, brow furrowing when she noticed the faint blush that had crept up his cheeks. â...AlâŚ?â she whispered softly, her voice barely there, like a breeze brushing past his ear.
The sound of his name from her lipsâgentle, hesitant, realâmade his grin falter into something dangerously tender.
He cleared his throat, pretending to focus on the braid. âYes, my darling doe?â
She shook her head, smiling just a little, as if she already knew he was acting suspiciously lovesick again. He finished the braid and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
âIâm simply delighted,â he murmured. âTerribly, hopelessly delighted.â
The evenings belonged to their dances. Sometimes in the studio, sometimes in the loungeâwherever the static hum of his old records could fill the air. Heâd bow dramatically, hand extended, and sheâd always hesitate for a heartbeat before placing her small hand in his.
The moment he pulled her in, her body relaxed like it remembered him. They swayed to the slow crackle of a 1920s ballad, her head resting just under his chin.
He didnât speak much during these dances. He didnât need to. The world felt smaller, softer, more manageable when it was just them and the music. Her lashes would flutter as she smiled faintly, and his chest would constrict again.
I want to marry this woman.
He thought it every single time he spun her, every time she looked up at him and giggled soundlessly at one of his silly flourishes.
And when she caught him staringâwide-eyed, pink creeping up his cheeksâsheâd tilt her head, confused but amused, mouthing silently, What?
Heâd only laugh, brushing his nose against hers. âYou, my dear, are the most dangerous creature in Hell. Youâll give me heart palpitations.â
On quieter days, theyâd go for walks into the woods beyond the hotelâjust the two of them, away from the noise. He carried a woven basket, full of pastries and tea, and she carried flowers. Always flowers.
Sheâd make little crowns of them, threading the stems with patient fingers, and when she was done, sheâd place one on his head with a soft giggle. The absurdity didnât bother him in the slightest; if anything, it made him beam.
âOh, how dashing I must look!â heâd proclaim dramatically, posing with a hand on his hip. âA fine gentleman, bedecked by the finest florist in all of Hell!â
Sheâd cover her mouth, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. And when she finally met his eyes again, he felt the words hit him so hard it nearly hurtâI want to marry this woman.
Every little thing she did, every smile she gave him, made him feel it again and againâso constant it became a rhythm beneath his heartbeat.
He loved her silence. He loved her small whispers, her expressive eyes, her shy way of reaching for his hand. He loved that she never asked for grand gestures or declarations. She didnât need them.
And maybe that was what made it so easy for him to adore her.
When night fell and the rest of the hotel settled, Alastor often found himself sitting with her by the window, both of them wrapped in a shared blanket. Sheâd point toward the starsâthose faint pinpricks in Hellâs artificial skyâand heâd talk softly about constellations, old myths, stories he remembered from his days among the living.
Sometimes sheâd write a few words on a scrap of paper, slide it over to him, and heâd read it as if sheâd handed him something divine.
Tonight, sheâd written only: You make me happy
His grin trembled a little at the edges. âAh, my dear,â he said softly, taking her hand and pressing it to his chest, âyouâve no idea how much you mean to me.â
Her ears twitched. She looked at him, curious.
He didnât elaborate. He couldnât. The words I want to marry you danced behind his teeth, too big for the moment.
Instead, he kissed her knuckles and smiled like a fool, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as the night pressed in gently around them.
And when she drifted off to sleep, her breathing steady and soft, he whispered into her hairâjust barely audibleâ
âOne day, my darling doe⌠Iâll make you mine properly.â
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He told her it would be a picnic. Nothing extravagant, just a quiet walk through the woods â something she loved, something simple. He carried the basket in one hand, his cane in the other, and his voice hummed low as they wandered beyond the familiar path. The trees grew denser, the air cooler, and sunlight dappled the ground in broken patterns of gold.
She followed close, curious but trusting. He glanced back every so often, pretending to check the trail, but mostly just to watch her â the way her hooves pressed softly into the moss, how the ribbons in her hair caught stray beams of light.
Then, the path opened.
And she stopped breathing.
The clearing unfolded before her like something from a dream â lanterns swaying from branches, ribbons fluttering like captured light. Wildflowers wove through the moss, glowing faintly under the magic heâd threaded into their petals. The air smelled of earth and roses, and the faint sound of violins drifted between the trees, low and soft, as though the forest itself were singing.
She turned to him, lips parting in stunned silence. He simply smiled â not the sharp, manic grin that cracked across his face when he performed, but something smaller. Warmer. Almost human.
âNo tricks today, my dear,â he murmured, stepping closer. âOnly truth.â
He reached for her hand, thumb brushing along her knuckles, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled â just slightly â like heâd been holding the words too long.
âI canât imagine eternity without you.â
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. He reached into his pocket, unfolding his palm to reveal two rings â thin bands of gold intertwined with green vines, delicate and imperfectly shaped, crafted by his own hands.
He offered them wordlessly at first. Then, softly:
âMarry me. Right here. Right now. Just us. As the forest witnesses.â
For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then she nodded â one, small, trembling nod â and pressed her free hand to her mouth, a soft sound escaping her. It wasnât quite a sob, wasnât quite laughter, but something between.
He smiled so tenderly it almost hurt.
He set the basket aside and took both her hands, his thumbs circling over the backs of them. The light around them seemed to glow brighter, as though the forest itself leaned closer to listen.
âThere are no priests in these woods,â he said, voice soft as silk. âNo guests. No witnesses save the trees and the stars. And I wouldnât have it any other way.â
She swallowed, and for a moment â just a moment â she found her voice. Barely a whisper.
âYou made all this⌠for me?â
The question nearly undid him. He blinked, his grin faltering into something far gentler.
âFor us, my darling.â
They stood beneath the arch heâd woven days before. The violins faded to a hum of strings, the water murmuring behind them. He took one ring and slid it gently onto her finger, the gold gleaming against her skin.
âWith this,â he said, âI give you all that I am â my laughter, my loyalty, my every sunrise and song. You have made a home of my heart, and I can only hope to spend eternity making yours feel the same.â
Her lips trembled as she lifted the second ring. Her voice was still soft, fragile as wind through leaves.
âI donât⌠need forever,â she whispered. âJust you.â
It was barely audible, but to him it might as well have been shouted. His chest tightened painfully, and his smile wavered before he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.
They stayed like that for a long moment â the candles flickering, the breeze weaving through her hair, the river murmuring its endless lullaby.
Then, in that quiet, he spoke again, voice steady, low, and almost reverent:
âThen, my love⌠for as long as time will allow.â
He kissed her â not hungrily, not with his usual teasing dramatics, but with the aching gentleness of a man who had finally, truly found peace. The forest seemed to hold its breath as they stood together, married by nothing more than the truth between their hearts.
When they finally pulled apart, her tears glimmered like stars, and he brushed them away with his thumb, smiling against her skin.
No audience. No applause. Just the sound of her quiet laughter, the forestâs song, and the man who had once thought he could never love standing beside the woman who made him forget what eternity even meant.
The fire crackled to life in the heart of the clearing, its light flickering across the moss and catching on the lantern glass. The sun had dipped below the trees, and now the forest glowed only by the warm pulse of the flames and the faint shimmer of Alastorâs magic drifting through the air like fireflies.
The fire crackled, casting ribbons of gold and crimson across the moss and her pale skin. The air smelled faintly of woodsmoke and wildflowers, the scent of earth stirred by their slow, meandering steps.
Alastor stood before her, the flickering glow painting soft amber over his usual sharpness, rounding the edges of his grin until it looked almost human. He extended a hand to her â gloved fingers curling slightly as he dipped into a low, playful bow, his voice carrying that familiar sing-song lilt.
âMay I have this dance, Mrs. Hartfelt?â
Her breath caught softly, a shy smile unfurling like a petal. Her lashes fluttered as she nodded, slipping her delicate hand into his. Her touch was warm, feather-light, trembling just enough to make his chest ache with tenderness.
Barefoot, she stepped closer, her hooves barely whispering against the moss. He drew her in by the waist, one hand guiding, the other cradling hers as though she were something breakable â not fragile, but precious.
They moved slowly, rhythmless at first â a quiet sway between heartbeats. The forest hummed around them, the soft rush of the river and the chirp of crickets weaving into the faint melody of strings that drifted through the air. The music wasnât coming from anywhere visible â it shimmered like magic itself, summoned from his fondness, from the uncontainable joy that spilled from him whenever he looked at her.
He twirled her â clumsily, purposefully too fast â and she laughed without a sound, a breathless puff of joy that made his grin widen. Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink, her doe ears twitching with bashful delight as she stumbled right into his chest.
He caught her easily, arm tightening around her waist as they both stilled. She looked up at him, eyes wide, reflecting the dancing firelight. For a moment, he forgot to breathe.
The world could have ended right then, and he wouldnât have cared.
âAhâmy apologies,â he said softly, though his tone was far too tender for true remorse. âIt appears I got a little⌠carried away.â
She smiled again, shaking her head, that small movement enough to make her curls bounce against her shoulders. She whispered something â maybe his name, maybe just a quiet hum of affection â and the sound was so faint he almost wondered if heâd imagined it.
He started humming then, because silence felt too sacred to break with words. The tune was old, older than memory â a love song from a world long gone. His voice was smooth, low, the edges of his static softening into a warm, steady hum. The sound seemed to fill the clearing, wrapping around them like silk. She could feel it where he held her hand, the vibration of his voice thrumming through her bones, into her chest.
The firelight painted her like art â gold and rose across her soft skin, catching in her eyes until they gleamed like liquid amber. Her small tail flicked lazily, her posture relaxed, trusting, her head tilting just enough for her temple to brush against his cheek.
He swayed with her, guiding her in gentle circles around the fire, their steps slow and uneven but perfect in their imperfection. Every time she glanced up at him, he felt that same wild flutter in his chest â that electric pull that made him think, over and over, I love her. I love her, I love her, I love her.
The forest watched in silence â lanterns flickering, the water murmuring, the trees bending just slightly as though leaning closer.
She didnât speak. She didnât need to. Everything he could ever need to hear was written clearly in her gaze: love, peace, safety. Things heâd once believed forever lost to him.
He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes fluttering closed as he exhaled, letting himself melt into the rhythm of her breathing. For once, he didnât think about power or performance, didnât think about Hell or the past or his reputation. Just her.
Hell felt far away.
Here, in this tiny sacred corner of the world â surrounded by soft light, rustling leaves, and the faint song of magic still hanging in the air â time seemed to stop. The chaos of eternity faded until there was only her heartbeat, steady against his chest.
Her fingers traced over his jaw, tentative and affectionate. His smile softened even further, eyes opening just enough to meet hers again. He could see the reflection of the fire in them â but more than that, he could see himself. The version of him that existed only for her: gentle, tender, utterly hers.
âYou make it so very easy to forget the world,â he whispered, voice trembling with warmth.
She breathed out a small laugh, soundless but luminous, and tucked her head under his chin.
The fire crackled softly beside them, the ribbons heâd tied in the trees swaying with the wind, casting shimmering shadows across their joined hands. He held her a little tighter, swaying a little slower, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as if to anchor himself to this moment â to her.
Nothing existed beyond this clearing. No sinners, no schemes, no noise. Just the quiet hum of love made tangible, a demon and his doe moving beneath the stars, their hearts beating to the same, tender rhythm.
For the first time in centuries, Alastor understood what peace truly felt like â and as she smiled up at him, shy and glowing in the firelight, he thought that maybe⌠eternity didnât seem so long after all
He hovered above her, chest rising and falling in uneven, quickened breaths. The firelight flickered across her, painting her in gold and rose, catching the gentle sheen of her furred skin where her shoulders peeked from under the loose folds of her dress.
He paused, suddenly aware of how close he was â how tender and delicate she looked beneath him. His hand hovered, uncertain, trembling slightly. He bent his head, voice a soft murmur that only she could hear.
âMay I⌠touch you?â
Her eyes widened, a flicker of hesitation dancing across her gaze. She didnât speak, didnât need to â her face said everything. Curiosity and excitement, yes⌠but also a quiet, unspoken warning: she had never done this before.
Alastor blinked, heart hammering in his chest. He knew her so well â better than heâd ever known anyone. He could feel what she wanted to say without words.
âThen I will be gentle,â he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. âEven if this is your first time, I promise⌠Iâll do everything I can to keep you safe. To make you feel comforted, loved⌠cherished.â
She shivered at the words, lips curving into the tiniest of smiles, the flush climbing her cheeks. Her hand rose tentatively, brushing along his jaw, and before he could stop her, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft, sweet, and trembling, the kind that made his stomach twist with warmth.
Her hands found his shirt, tugging at it, and he allowed himself a small, breathless laugh before lowering himself closer. His claws fumbled briefly at the buttons of her dress, careful not to rush, not to frighten.
The dress slipped over her shoulders, sliding down her arms in slow, deliberate movements. The fabric fell away, pooling at her sides, and he froze for a heartbeat, mesmerized. Her skin â furred, soft, warm â glimmered in the firelight. He shuddered, not with lust, but with awe, reverence, and a swell of protective desire.
Even seeing her in her undergarments, he felt nothing but love and tenderness. Every inch of her spoke of trust, of vulnerability shared freely with him, and it rendered him almost speechless.
He leaned down again, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, letting his hands rest lightly along her arms, careful, reverent. Every brush of his fingertips was a promise: he would not rush her, he would not hurt her, he would treasure her entirely, in every way she allowed.
Her hands reached up, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, and her lips met his once more. This time, the kiss deepened naturally, a silent conversation between two souls â one gentle, one quivering, both entirely devoted to one another.
He stayed above her, suspended in that delicate balance of awe and longing, letting the fire, the stars, and the soft whisper of the river around them witness something sacred: the first time they allowed themselves to be entirely, completely together.
Alastorâs hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her stomach with the gentlest touch, marveling at the warmth that the soft fur of her skin gave under his fingers. Each stroke felt like a privilege, like touching something sacred, and he couldnât stop the low hum of awe that escaped his throat.
She giggled, a soft, breathy sound that made his chest twist with delight, and he realized her laughter came at the faintest tickle of his claws brushing along her side. Heat crept up his neck as he caught her eyes, shimmering in the firelight, reflecting the moon above.
Slowly, reverently, he leaned closer, the tip of his claws tracing the straps of her bra before he clicked the fastenings behind her. The piece of clothing slipped down her shoulders and pooled somewhere in the moss beside her, leaving her utterly bare against the soft, yielding green. Her back pressed into the earth, and he took a breath at the sight â the moss warm beneath her, cradling her like it had grown for this very moment, the scattered petals brushing against her bare skin, sending a thrill through him.
His own breath hitched.
Her small, perky breasts rose and fell beneath him, the faintest coat of fur catching the firelight. He swallowed hard, keeping his gaze locked on hers, memorizing every line and curve. He moved down slowly, reverently, pressing a soft kiss to her nipple before letting his tongue trace it gently. Her body shivered at the sensation, sighs of contentment slipping from her, and his heart nearly broke with the intensity of the emotion in that sound.
One hand remained above her chest, cupping the other breast, his claws gliding lightly across the soft fur, marveling at the heat, the texture, the fragility and strength all wrapped into one. He was utterly, irreversibly captivated â eyes wide, mind spinning, the entire world narrowed to the wonder of her.
He had never seen her like this. Not truly, not this intimately, not with everything she was and everything he felt for her laid bare before him. The moss beneath her, warm and tender, the faint scent of wildflowers mixing with the night air, the moonlight spilling silver across her skin â it was like the heavens had descended and left a single perfect moment for them to exist in.
Alastorâs chest tightened, his voice caught somewhere between a whisper and a sigh as he leaned down to brush his lips along her collarbone. Every sense was heightened â the soft tremble of her body under his touch, the sweet heat of her breath, the rustle of leaves and distant river â and all he could think was: This is her. This is everything. Iâve never loved like this, and I will never love anyone else. She is heaven, she is everything, and I am undone.
His eyes met hers again, shimmering with the firelight and moon, wide with awe, with obsession, with an almost unbearable love. He pressed closer, letting his mouth capture her nipple again, soft and worshipful, while his hand still cradled the other breast, the faintest brush of fur against his claws sending shivers up his spine. Every exhale, every sigh from her, felt like a benediction, a confirmation that she trusted him completely â that she was his entirely, if only for this moment.
He could have stayed there forever, lost in the marvel of her, in the warmth of the moss beneath them, in the scent of flowers and river and night, and in the perfect, fragile divinity of her body pressed beneath his. Heaven, he realized, had nothing on this. Nothing at all.
Alastorâs lips trailed down her stomach with deliberate care, each kiss feather-light, as if the softest pressure could shatter the momentâs magic. The fur along her skin brushed against his face, warm and delicate under his touch, making him shiver with a thrill that was part reverence, part longing.
Every so often, he nipped softly at her skin, a playful, teasing gesture, and she jumped against him, small whimpers and giggles escaping her lips. The sounds were music to him, each one pulling a low, breathy hum from his throat. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her panties, a warmth that made his chest ache with a dizzying mixture of desire and devotion.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, gazing at her face, flushed and beautiful in the moonlight. Her eyes shimmered with uncertainty and anticipation, a delicate flutter of nerves that made his chest squeeze. Carefully, reverently, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, giving her space to settle against him, to trust him.
She blushed so deeply he could see the heat in her ears, her doe features even softer, more vulnerable, illuminated by the scattered firelight and silvered by moonbeams. Even though this was her first time, her little whines and subtle movements told him she understood the intimacy, the pleasure, the surrender that was about to unfold â and she wanted it with him.
Her hands flew to her face, covering her blush, a tiny, breathy whine escaping her as he lowered his head, brushing soft, worshipful kisses over the fabric of her panties. His breath hitched at the sensation, the closeness, the scent of her mixing with the night air, the moss, the faint floral perfume surrounding them. Every inch of her felt like a revelation, every small gasp or shiver a treasure.
He sighed softly, happily, letting the sound vibrate through her, sending a ripple of warmth through them both. Another kiss, a little deeper this time, made her jolt instinctively, and he paused, looking up at her with wide, worshipful eyes. The faintest trace of static in his voice, a shaky whisper, escaped:
âYou are⌠perfect.â
Then he indulged in a slightly sloppier, more desperate kiss, his tongue tracing her in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction â every soft squeak, every shiver, every quiet, breathless whine she allowed herself to give.
He kept one hand steady on her waist, cradling her, while the other rested lightly on the moss beside her, anchoring himself, grounding them in this sacred, intimate world theyâd created. The moss beneath her back was soft, warm, welcoming â a cushion that pressed gently against her bare skin, making her sigh and shiver beneath him.
Every moment felt like eternity, the river whispering in the background, the moonlight painting her skin silver, the scattered petals brushing against her as if the forest itself were blessing them. And in that moment, hovering above her, Alastor felt a dizzying mix of awe, love, and desire so profound that it nearly left him breathless.
She was his, utterly, in every whispered sigh, every trembling gasp, every little fluttering touch. And he would worship her forever if it meant holding her like this â exposed, trusting, beautiful, and entirely his.
Alastorâs hands trembled slightly, though not from fear â from awe. Every inch of her he touched felt sacred, a revelation he never wanted to end. Slowly, reverently, he slid her panties down her legs, the softest brush of his claws against her furred thighs making her shiver and whine quietly, her small hands flying to her face in embarrassment.
Her doe eyes peeked out from behind her fingers, glistening with vulnerability and trust. He swallowed hard, heart hammering, utterly undone by the sight of her bare, wet flesh beneath him. She was beautiful â breathtaking in a way that made the world outside fade to nothing.
He hovered above her for a moment, drinking in the sight, memorizing every curve, every line of her body bathed in the silver glow of moonlight and the flickering lanterns heâd hung around the clearing. The moss beneath her back pressed softly into her skin, warm and yielding, and the petals of scattered flowers brushed against her like tiny kisses from the forest itself.
His lips descended gently, brushing the soft skin between her legs, tasting her subtly before venturing lower. A soft, breathless sigh escaped her, trembling and unrestrained, and he shivered at the sound. She was quiet â always quiet â but the small whines, the tiny gasps, the way her body arched toward him, said everything he could ever want to hear.
His tongue traced her folds, slow and worshipful, teasing and tasting, while his hands splayed over her thighs, steadying her, holding her with gentle insistence. Every flick of his tongue, every suckle, drew a shiver from her, a quiet gasp that made his chest ache with need and adoration.
So soft⌠so perfect⌠all mineâŚ
He muttered it under his breath, voice low and tremulous, barely louder than the river whispering nearby. He could feel her legs twitching, small movements seeking more of him, urging him closer, and he obeyed with reverent eagerness.
The lanterns cast dancing shadows across the moss and petals, painting them in hues of gold and silver. The night smelled of fire and flowers, the river flowing like a lullaby just for them. Every inch of her he touched he cherished, as if memorizing the way she responded to him was the only thing in existence that mattered.
Her small hands ran through his hair as he moved over her, pulling him down, urging him closer, coaxing him in ways that made him groan softly into her, a deep, resonant sound that mingled with the soft sighs and gasps she made.
She arched her back, her body pressing against the moss, the petals brushing against her bare skin, and Alastorâs heart thudded violently in his chest. He was utterly captivated â every tremble, every sigh, every glimmer of vulnerability made him worship her more fiercely.
His tongue and mouth worked with devotion, slow, deliberate, almost desperate in their care, as he traced her, tasted her, made her shiver and gasp with quiet moans that melted him entirely. He wanted her to feel every ounce of pleasure he could give, to know in every trembling breath that she was adored, that he had fallen utterly, irreversibly in love with every part of her.
The forest around them seemed to hum in response: the river whispering, the lanterns flickering, the moss warm beneath her, petals brushing like tiny caresses. And above all, there was her â soft, trusting, alive beneath him â and he could not imagine ever wanting anything more than to stay here, worshiping her forever, lost in the perfection of her, the scent of the night, and the warmth of the moss beneath her.
Every soft gasp, every tiny whine, every shiver against him, made him tremble with devotion, longing, and uncontainable love. She was heaven, she was fire, she was everything heâd ever dreamed of â and he would give himself entirely to her, for as long as she would let him.
Her legs wrapped around his head like a delicate cage, guiding him closer, urging him deeper, and he obeyed instantly, reveling in the trust she offered him so completely. Every movement of her body, every subtle shift of her hips, sent sparks of electricity through him, making him dizzy with desire and reverence.
Alastorâs hands gripped her hips gently but firmly, anchoring himself as his long tongue explored her with slow, deliberate devotion. He traced her entrance again and again, tasting, teasing, sliding just inside, reveling in the warmth and wetness that belonged to him alone.
She shivered, tiny trembles racing up her body, and soft gasps â louder than usual â escaped her lips. He froze for a heartbeat, ears flattening in stunned awe.
My mute little darling⌠making noise for meâŚ
The thought struck him with a force that made his chest ache with love and pride. That she could let herself feel, let herself react, in this way â only for him â left him utterly undone. He pressed his lips to her flesh again, tongue working tirelessly, each movement slow, worshipful, precise, and yet desperately eager to draw every sigh, every gasp, every little tremor from her.
Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, coaxing him, and he hummed low against her, a sound of satisfaction and reverence vibrating into her. He let himself get lost in her entirely â the soft warmth, the subtle fur against his tongue, the shivers that wracked her body with each touch.
The moss beneath her cradled her in softness, the petals brushing her bare skin, the lanterns casting a golden glow across her body. The river whispered in the distance, the night flowers perfuming the air, and he felt as though the forest itself had bent its magic around them, consecrating this act of devotion.
Every tremor she made, every gasping exhale, only deepened his obsession. He could feel himself melting into her, consumed by awe and desire, and yet every movement was still tempered by adoration â by the unshakable need to make her feel safe, cherished, and treasured.
How honored I am⌠how utterly, completely honoredâŚ
The thought repeated in his mind with every lick, every suckle, every press of his lips against her. She was his, entirely and vulnerably, and he would worship her until the stars fell from the sky if thatâs what it took.
Her soft whines, gasps, and trembling body beneath him fed the manic, loving obsession that burned hotter than any fire in Hell or on Earth. He lingered on every shiver, every sigh, every quiver of delight, committing it all to memory, seared into him like a sacred ritual â the first, the most intimate, the most utterly perfect gift she had given him, and one he would never let go of.
He pressed his forehead against her thigh for a moment, inhaling her scent, letting the warmth and softness of her, the moss, the moonlight, and the flowers etch themselves into him, before diving back in, eager, worshipful, and lost entirely to her.
He froze mid-lap, tongue still grazing her warmth, as her small hands tugged insistently at the strands of his hair. At first, he blinked, dazed and disoriented â the world narrowing to the soft pull of her fingers, the sweet shivers coursing through her, and the intoxicating scent of her, all of it overwhelming him.
Gradually, he realized what she was doing. Her legs were lifting, shifting, moving further away from him, and his gaze snapped up to meet hers. She didnât speak â never did â but the look in her eyes was unmistakable. She was ready. Her pupils glimmered with trust and desire, and the faint blush across her cheeks made him feel simultaneously protective, flustered, and utterly captivated.
He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, trying to steady the storm of feelings that churned in his chest. The back of his hand wiped his mouth automatically, though it did nothing to calm the sudden heat crawling up his neck. His tongue had barely left her folds, and yet the sight of her like this â lifting herself to him, spreading with quiet insistence â made his mind stutter.
âAre you⌠sure?â
The words were ragged, low, almost a tremble. He wasnât done â he hadnât finished preparing her, hadnât lingered over every sensitive curve, hadnât taken the time to savor every little tremble and sigh. And yet, in her silent way, she made her answer clear. Her soft whine, the tiniest tilt of her hips, the deliberate lift of her legs and the spreading of herself before him, all spoke with unmistakable certainty: she wanted him now.
His claws dug lightly into the moss beneath her, grounding himself against the thrill that threatened to sweep him off his feet. The firelight and lanterns cast dancing shadows across her skin, the petals brushing gently against her fur, the moonlight silvering every curve. It all painted her like a living masterpiece, and his chest throbbed with an almost painful adoration.
He hesitated for just a heartbeat longer, gazing down at her trembling body, the soft flush across her ears, the subtle quiver of her thighs. His tongue had barely left her folds, and yet the pull of desire, love, and reverent obsession made him shiver violently.
My darling⌠my mute, perfect, beautiful darlingâŚ
The thought echoed in his mind as he leaned closer, trembling. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, gripping him with a mixture of anticipation and trust, pulling him just slightly forward. The gentle brush of her fur against his palms, the warmth of her thighs pressed to him, the soft shivers radiating from her⌠it was all-consuming.
His own breath hitched, uneven and shallow. His usual confidence, the loud, extroverted mask he wore for the world, was gone â replaced by something raw, trembling, and utterly devoted. The thought that she had never done this before, that he was about to be her first, made his heart hammer with protective urgency, and yet the heat pooling in his chest, the ache between his legs, and the desperation in her gaze left him dizzy with longing.
As her legs remained lifted, wide and welcoming, he felt his resolve waver â part of him wanting to linger, to worship her more, to take every precious second of her trembling sighs and soft whines into memory. And yet another, more primal part of him throbbed with impatience, eager, desperate, completely undone.
âIf youâre sure⌠then I will⌠I will do everything to make this perfect⌠for you,â he whispered, voice trembling, full of awe and devotion, as his eyes drank in the delicate flush of her cheeks, the silvered shimmer of her skin in the moonlight, the moss cradling her body like a soft, yielding bed beneath them.
He hovered there, above her, heart hammering, breaths shallow, every sense acutely aware of her, the night, the fire, the lanterns, the rustle of the river in the distance. She was ready. And he would cherish every moment of this â every gasp, every tremor, every silent plea. She was his, utterly and entirely, and he could not wait to show her just how much.
Alastorâs claws dug lightly into the soft moss beneath them, grounding himself as he leaned over her. The night smelled of fire, river, and the sweet tang of flowers scattered around them. He pressed his lips to hers again, deepening the kiss, letting it carry both his nervousness and his overwhelming love for her.
His magic stirred quietly beneath them, vines coiling around her soft, bare body with a gentle, almost reverent touch. They lifted her slightly off the ground â only a few inches â the soft cushion of moss beneath her still cradling her completely. It made her shiver, and he froze, eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror.
She let out a small, breathy gasp and looked up at him, her eyes wide, shining, trusting, and entirely open.
He stammered, words catching in his throat. âIâI⌠Iâll be careful⌠Iâplease⌠if itâs too much, tell me⌠I donât want to hurt youâŚâ His voice trembled, quivering with raw vulnerability. The confident, extroverted Alastor the world knew was gone â stripped away, leaving only this: a demon utterly consumed with love, nervous, and desperate to protect her.
Her small hand lifted, brushing against his cheek. Her fingers traced lightly along his jaw, then she gave a soft nod, her eyes saying everything she never could speak. That small motion â the smallest act of trust â made him shudder, a deep breath rattling from his chest. He pressed his forehead gently to hers, whispering, âThank you⌠thank you for trusting meâŚâ
Heart hammering, he fumbled with his belt, hands slightly trembling, as he freed himself. He hovered above her, gazing down at her fully exposed, soft, shivering body. The moss, vines, and petals around them created a cradle of warmth and life; the moonlight silvered her skin, highlighting the gentle fur along her body, making her look ethereal, otherworldly, untouchable â and entirely his.
A low, shaky breath left him as he took in the sight of her: her thighs parted slightly, the subtle glisten of her desire catching the faint glow of the lanterns, her small whines and gasps vibrating against him like music. Every instinct in him screamed to worship her, to move slowly, to savor her, and yet a tremor of raw desire ran through him, making it impossible to stay still.
Sheâs mine⌠I have her⌠I canât⌠I canât believe sheâs mineâŚ
He pressed another soft kiss to her lips, lingering there, letting her feel his steadying love, before finally shifting slightly, so he could line himself with her. His hands moved gently, brushing her sides, cupping her hips, feeling the subtle shivers of anticipation and trust radiating from her. The vines wrapped around her with magic, holding her gently in place, giving him the perfect angle to enter, while the moss below cushioned her back, petals brushing her furred skin like tiny kisses from the forest itself.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. He was trembling, heart hammering, and yet utterly focused on her. Every nerve, every claw, every inch of his being screamed to make this perfect â to make her feel loved, safe, cherished.
âI⌠Iâm here⌠Iâm yours⌠just breathe⌠just let me be gentleâŚâ
She nodded slightly, breath shaky, eyes wide, and he felt a shiver of relief run through him. This was it â the moment heâd been waiting for, the moment heâd been dreaming of, and he was determined to make it more than perfect. More than intimate. More than love. This was worship, devotion, and ecstasy all wrapped into one trembling, shivering heartbeat.
Alastor breathed like the forest itselfâslow, deliberate, every inhale full of the nightâs perfume. He lined himself with her, feeling the velvet warmth of her waiting heat press against him, hair and fur and skin so close he could name every constellation in the way the moonlight pooled along her curves. For a heartbeat he froze, terrified and reverent at once: this was her first time, and the idea of causing her pain was a jag through his chest.
She watched him with those wide, liquid eyes, cheeks still flushed, a tiny, tremulous nod saying everything she couldnât say aloud. He swallowed, kissed her quicklyâlips, brow, the tip of her noseâuntil her soft hands threaded in his hair and steadied him. The vines held her gently, lifting and cradling so that her hips tilted just so; the moss beneath them hummed cool and comforting against her back. Lantern light and moonlight braided across her skin, making her look less like anything heâd known in Hell and more like some impossible blessing the woods had kept for itself.
He moved, not with the confident swagger of performance but with a nervous tenderness. The first inch was slow, measuredâan inch that felt like an entire confession. She gasped, a raw, untrained sound that tore something open in him and filled him with protective heat. The sensation of filling herânew, tight, very realâmade his claws ache to be gentle. He paused inside her, letting her adjust to his length, letting the moment settle like a benediction. Her breath came in quick, shining little bursts; she clutched his shoulders, eyes fluttering closed. He couldnât help the soft laugh that escaped him, equal parts stunned and worshipful.
She wasnât entirely comfortableâhow could she be? This was new and vulnerable and enormous in scope for both of them. He remembered every small hesitation sheâd shown earlier and promised himself, wordlessly, that he would never rush her into something that hurt. So he shifted with infinite slowness, in and out, each movement a loving study of her response. When a tiny wince crossed her face he stopped immediately, voice a tremulous whisper against her ear. âTell me,â he breathed. âIf anything is too muchââ
Her fingers found his cheek and stroked. The single, tiny motion steadied him more than any vow. She pressed closer, a sign that steadied what fear remained, and when she parted her thighs again to welcome him, the sight of herâso soft, so trustingâundid the last of his restraint.
He wanted to give her everything at once, but he was a creature of caution now; worship tempered by hunger. While the tip of him moved in and out, he used his thumbâlight, sureâto find the small, sensitive nub at the apex of her, that slick warmth that answered every inch he gave. He rubbed there with a careful rhythm, matching his thrusts to the press of his thumb until the two movements became a single language: inside, and the circle of his hand outside, coaxing and promising.
Her reactions were immediate and intoxicating. A sharp, surprised cry ripped from herâlouder than any sound sheâd offered him beforeâand then a string of softer moans braided into the night. Each noise was a jewel to him. My mute little darling making music for me, he thought, stunned and swollen with pride. Her hips began to meet his, not jerky but eager, aligning her warmth to his strokes. He went slower when she flinched, faster when her body arched with acceptance. Every slight change in her breath told him more than speech ever had: she wanted more, she wanted him, she needed to be led and loved in equal measure.
Alastorâs mouth never stopped being tender. Between kisses he murmured reassurances against her ear, promising patience, promising softness, promising he would stop if she needed him to. When her legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper, his hands found her hips and held her like a treasure. The vines cradled her thighs lightly, the moss cushioned her spine, petals brushing at the places his skin didnât touch. Lantern light painted the curve of her belly; moonlight caught the damp sheen along her folds. The whole clearing felt consecratedâriver murmuring, leaf-voices hushâand his every thrust was an offering.
He changed angles gently so his strokes brushed a spot that made her arch violently: a spot behind the small, tender nub heâd been tending. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails soft against fabric, voice gone for the moment but sound pouring from her anywayâlittle whines, a raw syllable that might have been his name. He kissed her forehead and then her temple, soaked in the thrusts and the wet, slick sound of skin on skin, the quiet slap of warmth that meant she was responding, letting go.
When she cameâcoming first, and hardâAlastor felt himself tremble with something that was part reverence, part victorious worship. Her muscles tightened around him, a shudder that pulled a moan from him deep in his chest. He held her through it, softening the rhythm to cradle the aftershocks, rubbing circles at her clit with a stubborn, reverent patience until the tremors eased and her breathing smoothed. Her face fell against his shoulder, tears glinting in the lantern light, and he kissed each tear away like a benediction.
He didnât let himself ride the edge of his own release immediately; he wanted her first, wanted to bring her back to euphoria again before his own need completed the song. She wanted him, he could feel it in the little presses of her pelvis, in the way her fingers curled in his hair. So he moved with renewed, aching focusâeach thrust deliberate, slow, deepâuntil she came again beneath him, till her hands fisted in his shirt and her whole body trembled like a bell. The second wave took them both somewhere unnameable: his vision tightened to the curve of her, the taste of her on his tongue, the smell of moss and flowers and river and fire all tangled with her scent.
When at last he eased, sliding out with infinite care, they remained wrapped together, moonlight haloing them, vines slack and protective. He held her close, forehead pressed to hers, whispering nonsense and promises, voice raw and delighted. The forest sighed around them; the lanterns guttered like contented eyes. He trailed slow, worshipful kisses down her collarbone and along her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin and the wildflower sweetness at her hairline.
Lying against the warm moss, her legs curled against his side, she fit into him as if sheâd always belonged there. He was still tremblingânot from exertion but from the ache of something enormous having finally been given and received. He murmured into her hair, soft and reverent: âYou were perfect.â And the way she pressed closer, muffling a tiny, satisfied breath against his chest, answered him better than any word could.
Human Alastor gets you pregnant on your anniversary
(Human Alastor x fem reader, M4F, breeding kink, slow burn, teasing, romance, yearning)
It has been officially a year since you married Alastor, the man of your dreams. He was the most charming, most entertaining radio host in New Orleans. In other words, he made good money from his influence; but the money wasnât his reasoning for doing what he did. He genuinely loved radio and entertainment. You could tell how important it was to him simply by how he talked about it. It was his passion. And you loved that about him.
You had just finished preparing dinner for the night. It was gumbo, one of Alastorâs favorite meals. It was your one year anniversary today and you wanted to spoil him with the perfect meal. You twirled around the kitchen with a smile as you knew Alastor would be home any minute. He provided you with such a comfortable life. You had the choice to either have your own job or focus on your hobbies, and your hobbies were certainly not neglected.
Every day when Alastor would head to the radio station, you headed to your craft room to either read or paint. You smiled and sighed at the thought that Alastor was responsible for this carefree lifestyle. You happily did his laundry and made him dinner every day to return the favor. You liked how you looked in your frilly apron, as his little housewife, and so did he.
You heard him twist at the doorknob before stepping inside. âIâm home, dear!~â you ran to the door and embraced him. âAww, youâre always just the sweetest thing when I first get home.â He spoke sweetly, wrapping his arms around you in return. âI canât wait to eat up that gumbo, Iâm starved!â He proclaimed. You felt the warming sensation inside your blood as he spoke. His voice was one of his most defining qualities. It was like he gave you your own personal broadcast of romance. He buried his face into your shoulder. His taunting breath was on your neck before placing a kiss under your ear. âMmmm..â you moaned in pleasure. He knew you really liked it.
âHm hm hm~â he chuckled softly under his breath as he continued giving you affection. You sighed and basked in the feeling of Alastor kissing at your neck. You clung to his shoulders and giggled softly. âMmm Alastor~ yes..â you moaned as he continued his teasing. The memories from nights in the past flooded your mind and body. Alastor was a passionate and considerate lover in and out of the sheets. You bit your bottom lip and ran your hands down his back, feeling him up.
âHeavens! I almost forgot about that Gumbo you so kindly prepared!â He exclaimed suddenly, heading to the sink to wash his hands. He knew exactly what effect he had on you as he smirked back.
You were blushing and twirling your hair around your finger as you leaned against the wall. âIâll make you a plate, Mr. Alastor~â you nearly swooned, fantasizing about just seconds earlier.
He sat at the table as you added the gumbo, rice, hot sauce and chives to a bowl for him all neat and tidy. When you turned to bring it to the table, the sight before you was quite the surprise. Alastor sat at his place, holding a huge bouquet of tulips and poppies. You let out a soft giggle as you placed the food in front of him. âYou didnât think I forgot, did you?â He handed you the customized bouquet. You smiled as you sniffed the flowers. âTheyâre beautiful.â âYouâre beautiful..â he praised. It always felt good receiving a compliment from him, as he was rarely impressed. âThis has been the best year of my life, being married to such a radiant creature.â He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips for a kiss. âLetâs have a relaxing night together.. starting with this outstanding gumbo.â You smiled warmly at him before sitting across from him at the small circle table, eating your dinner as well.
You so obviously admired each other as the bouquet of flowers sat in the middle of the table. Even after living with him for a year now, Alastor had you as giddy as you were on your first date with him. Not only was he a beautiful man to drink in with the eyes, he had the confidence and charisma to back it up. He was dark and handsome, and always prim and proper. His never faltering smile was enough to brighten your mood every time. His gorgeous brown eyes were the most hypnotic portals to gaze into. You rested the weight of your head on your hand to stare at him longingly. He smirked slyly. He knew how smitten you were over him, and he felt the same for you.
âMy dear, I do have another gift for you. Although, itâs not something youâll be able to enjoy right away.â Your husband said, sliding an envelope across the table. You gasped in excitement, quickly opening the paper. Inside was a catalog for a luxury vacation. âWe leave in one week.â He said, standing and taking his bowl to the sink. You were over the moon with anticipation, sitting there and flipping through the pages. âI thought you might like it if I took you on a shopping spree to the designer clothing stores there.â He enticed as he washed his dish. âI could get you a whole new wardrobe, and accessories too!â
You stood and joined him by the sink. âAlastor..â you brushed a loose lock of hair out of his face. His eyes moved to smile at you. âThatâs very kind of you.. but you donât have to spend all that money on me. You know thatâs not why I love you.â You said, hugging his arm. âI know.â He said and turned his body to face you directly, wrapping his arms around you again. âBut this is my anniversary gift to you, spoiling you with my paycheck. You know Iâm not a radio host just for the money, but it is a nice bonus, donât you think?â He said, making his point.
âAnd donât think I donât notice you eyeing up those expensive garments every time we pass by the dress shops in town.â You looked away in embarrassment. He chuckled softly and caressed the side of your face. âYou need not be ashamed of desiring nice things when I have the means to provide them.â You batted your eyelashes up at him and kissed him sweetly. He moaned into your mouth and ran his fingertips over your back. He tightened his grip around you as he dipped and held you romantically. Once he pulled you back up, you were all smiles and giggles.
He chuckled as well as he made his way over to the kitchen radio. He tuned and turned the station to one of his favorites before running back to you. The song playing was upbeat and jazzy. He took your hand and pulled you in, wanting to lead you in a dance. You smiled up at him as he swayed and twirled you around the kitchen. âJust think, soon weâll be having our nightly jig in a fancy hotel room!â He exclaimed. Dancing with Alastor was always such a fun experience. You always felt connected to him when he danced with you. He knew it made you feel special and important, which is why he never missed a night of it.
A week later, the two of you were dancing in the hotel room, just as Alastor promised. This dance was slower, more intimate. When you made eye contact with your husband, your feelings for him were overwhelming. You were in love with him. The pink on your cheeks never went away as he buried his face in your neck how you liked it. âMy dear.. do you feel this fire in my blood for you?â He charmed, referring to how warm his golden brown skin had become. He may have taken a week off from broadcasting to the public, but he never let his captivating voice go to waste. âI know you feel it too.. this pull between us.. this bond weâve formed.â You were fangirling so hard as you gripped the fabric of his fancy coat under your fingers. Your excitement pooled in your stomach and panties. You were nearly panting and drooling already. âSay it.. say what you desire..â he gazed into your eyes with the dominance that made your knees weak. âsay you need me to ravage you.â You immediately folded. âI need it.. Alastor.. I need you.â You begged, pressing your chest against his and holding onto his shoulders tighter. He smirked and picked you up by scooping his hands under both of your legs. You held onto his shoulders as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down and immediately got on top of you.
He held himself over you, his arms supporting his weight. Alastor whispered in your ear, tauntingly. âShould I narrate my inner most thoughts and desires to you? Would you like that?~â his breath against your sensitive ear. You squirmed under him and bit your lip. âMhm~â you responded, desperately. Your radio host husband knew exactly which buttons of yours to push. As he slowly ran his hands across your body.. âyour delicate collar bones frame such a warm and soft bosom..â his hands were on your breasts. âNever in my life have I seen such a gorgeous creature.. an alluring goddess.. a fertile woman..â his hands ran down your waist to your hips; his thumbs had a mind of their own as they drew little circles on your hip bones. âYour child-baring hips torment me.. I canât control myself..â he put his entire body weight against yours, pinning you against the bed. âSuch a feminine figure and beautiful face makes me feel alive.â You felt his erection through his pants. âYou are my soul mate and my place of worship.. I cherish you..â his fingertips met the swollen bud of nerves between your legs through your panties. You gasped. It felt amazing through the cloth. You let out your sounds of pleasure as he controlled your entire body with nearly one finger. You moved your hips and legs against his hand to where it felt even better for you. Alastor gave you the performance of a lifetime while being pleasured by him. The way his eyes enhanced his words was unbelievable.
âWhat?~ does that feel good?~â he asked condescendingly, knowing the answer. You loved it when he teased you with the baby talk. He slid your panties to the side and immediately felt your mess on his hand. âMy goodness.â He was proud of how wet you were. You felt his cold fingers gliding across your warm spots. His middle and ring finger traced the lips of your entrance. âDo you want to ride my fingers, dearest?â His fingertips slowly making their way inside. âYes.~â you whined immediately and opened your thighs further for him. The radio was still playing a sensual slow sound as he slid his long, cold, slender fingers inside of your warm, wet canal. He kissed your neck and curled his fingers, finding your g spot. Your hips had a mind of their own as you thrusted against his hand. He was amused at your enthusiasm, but he was in charge here. âI see Iâm hitting all the right spots, sweetheart.â He pulled his fingers out and massaged your clitoris in the perfect rhythm. You froze and held onto him like he was your anchor in a sea of pleasure. âAlastor~â you moaned his name. He was your husband and your lover; and you were about to cum into his hand. He kissed you deeply and wholeheartedly as you orgasmed. He held you as you came down from your high. You could still feel his erection. You needed it.
âmy love.. my wife..â Alastorâs face was close to yours, his eyes staring passionately into yours. âHave my children.â Your heart was still racing. You gasped. Youâd be lying if you said it wasnât a fantasy of yours. Looking at your perfect husband on top of you, you recalled all of the times you had finished to that thought alone. The understanding and familiar look in his eyes was amplifying the feeling. You imagined yourself pregnant with his children more times than youâd care to admit. The thought of him cumming inside and breeding you has pushed you over the edge too many times. Alastor was the love of your life and of course you were extremely attached to him. He was everything youâve ever dreamed of, and the thought of this perfect man getting you pregnant was exhilarating. You couldnât hide the blush on your face as you daydreamed about the bump youâd have. âDo you feel the same?â He asked, his hand cupping your face. âDoes the very thought excite you?â He asked, desire in his eyes. âOh yes.â You responded. He quickly undressed you and undid the buckle on his belt. He kissed you as he pulled down his pants and revealed his huge erection. His bare head soon met your drenched lips, with no condom between the two parts. You positioned yourself perfectly to receive him. Your neck was soon met with his sharp, fang-like teeth as he slid the length of his cock inside of your tight walls. It felt magical to be taken by him in missionary. You squeezed him with every part of you and latched onto his shoulders as he made love to you. This position was classic, and you enjoyed it for a few minutes longer. He kissed your lips deeply as he thrusted, and made eye contact that confirmed you were making the right choice. You were supported, fulfilled, and protected thanks to him. The look in his eyes was pure love and commitment. He pressed his forehead against yours as he thrusted his hips into yours.
The position change to cowgirl was even more pleasurable as you sat on his huge cock. Your hips started to ride him and you got lost in your own little world of pleasure. You laid against him, your face an inch away from his. He grabbed your hips possessively and your hearts pressed and moved against each other. You knew he was there and it was safe for you to be vulnerable. He created this comfortable dynamic between the two of you and you were as aroused as you could possibly be. You were so lost in your body, you didnât realize he was about to shoot his first orgasm into you. âAre you ready?â He panted in pleasure. âIâm cumming~â he hugged you tight against him as he flooded your insides. The feeling of being bred by Alastor was unforgettable. You hugged him back as the two of you relished in the huge mess between your legs. âAlastor..â you whined. âIâm here.. Iâm right here..â he tenderly and securely held you in his arms.
Once the two of you had caught your breath, it was time for round two. He manhandled and rolled you over to where he was on top again. He was sweaty and feral, like a wild animal. He put your knees into your chest and wasted no time as he fucked you in the breeding press position. You let out a pathetic little moan for every thrust he made into you. âOh.. yes.. Alastor..â you felt like the luckiest woman alive. He let out ravenous noises as he left bite marks on your neck and shoulder.
You wanted him inside of you like this forever, even after death. He was nearly a demon already, committing heinous acts that you swore not to tell another soul. But you liked it. He was bad. He was so devilishly evil that it was sexy; and you were going to have his baby. Your orgasm approached at the thought. He wasnât close behind as he came deep inside of you a second time. You were both exhausted as you collapsed on the bed, skin to skin. He wrapped his arms around you and you did the same to him. You were out of breath and overwhelmed. He wiped the sweat from your forehead and kissed your skin. âI love you..â he whispered, moving the hair off of your neck. For once, he was speechless for a minute. But his eyes spoke a thousand words. He was in love with you. He put his hand on your lower abdomen. You were flustered. His smile was genuine as he kissed your lips. âDo you have any idea how crazy Iâm going to be for you.. once you start showing..â he whispered against your skin. âI feel this overpowering urge to protect you.. to take care of you..â he traced your ear with his fingertip. âYou will be my top priority. Your needs and requests will never go unfulfilled. I will be your safe space; your time with child will be as blissful as possible.â He carried you to the bathroom. You rested your exhausted head against him as he ran you a bath. You smiled as he kissed you.
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