#mistressofradio

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Alastor: *Gently taps table*

Reader: *Taps back*

Charlie: What are they doing?

Husk: Morse code.

Alastor: *Aggressively taps table a few more times*

Reader: *Slams hands down the table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Alastor: Your beauty? Breathtaking.

Reader: Your intelligence? Unparalleled.

Angel & Husk & Vaggie : A room? Get one.

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Reader: So what's your favorite hobby?

Vox:... stalking

Reader: Oh uhm.... I like singing and dancing.

Vox: ...........I know

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I'm craving down bad Alastor 😋

*Reader hangs out with her friends outside and realized something*

Reader: Bye girls!

Friend 1: Uh Reader where are you going? We were just getting drinks.

Friend 2: Yeah, stay with us girl.

Reader: Sorry, no can do

Reader: I've got to get back before Alastor realizes I'm not in bed

Alastor: Reader?

Alastor sobbing his ahh out: Readdddeeeeerrrrrrrr!

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I have an idea for you, could you carry it out, if possible? Alastor, in life, was married, and the Reader was a very good person, completely unaware of her husband's secrets. When Alastor performed the spell (when he summoned Rosie), he asked to include the Reader in the contract. He didn't want to lose her and live eternity without her love, and Rosie agreed. As it was Alastor's first contract, he didn't fully understand the terms and consequences of condemning a good soul to hell… Well, after Alastor's death, the Reader died soon after and went to heaven. Something went wrong, or rather, Alastor's plan failed, because he couldn't sell and possess a soul that didn't belong to him, and this had a serious consequence for him. He was cursed for trying to do this with the Reader's soul.

Anyone who touches him will always feel repulsion, disgust, and even pain. Furthermore, he will always feel a coldness, an emptiness so horrible that it can even drive him mad. Now imagine Alastor feeling all of that for centuries. But at the end of the season, the Reader descends from Heaven to help Charlie and, unfortunately, finds Alastor cursed. Of course, the Reader feels nothing and doesn't know what Alastor tried to do… Alastor feels, the moment the Reader arrives in Hell, a strong sensation, warmth, happiness, attraction; it's as if he always knew where the Reader was. Does he become stronger near the Reader? More insane? Both? And poor Reader, who just wants to stay away from Alastor…

Omg it's my first ever request and I'm kind of anxious idk why🧍🏻I appreciate your beautiful idea, I'm so touched 🥹💖 Thank you for trusting me with your thoughts and I hope I did just what you expected. Considering this is my first rodeo I'll make several parts for the ✨ suspense ✨

Kindled Repugnance

CW: mentions of cannibalism, murder, demon ritual summoning but we don't mind since it's Rosie 💋, Reader is unaware of Alastor's actions, Reader is an angel even before the wings and dying.

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Alastor was a man of renowned talent—both a husband and a provider for you. He reached the heights most men don't get to have, handed like coin to a palm. You love him with everything you are: his eyes that held the utmost of affections; his hands that lingered long before brushing a strand off your face; his maddeningly handsome face that you adore so much. You love him for everything.

Everything happening right now is as perfect as what you had envisioned before signing the contract and moving into your new home—a new one, a new start, new beginnings for you and Alastor. He often comes home carrying "just because" bouquets that grow larger each time around.

Never once did you question the way he comes home late, smelling like earth, grime, and mystery. You became the traditional doting housewife, always there to tend to the house and assist with everything Alastor needs. Your neighbors envy you to a fault, often seeking you out for chats over tea. They chatter about how good you've always been and how lucky both you and Al are to have met. "It's just like fate," they say.

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor harbors a deep secret he has concealed—and continues to conceal—from you. His tongue occasionally slips, speaking of how magic is extraordinary, uncanny, riveting, yet alluring. Sweet, trusting you blithely ignore it, finding solace in looking away; after all, you'd much rather stare deep into his orbs that could captivate even the rarest of stars.

In the silence that crept within the walls of the wooden cabin, the house from inside was what you would exactly call "macabre". Lurid and gruesome were fitting descriptors, but "ghastly" suited it better—for here lay the bodies of people: men and women of power and status, those with proximity to influence and money. Dead. Lifeless, unmoving, dead.

Alastor brought a new batch from his kill: a Senate candidate who had earned his hatred in a single night at a ball. He couldn't be sure if he had slashed through the man's stomach deeply enough to disarrange his intestines and gallbladder. He had to admit, though—the gallbladder served as quite a fine organ to chew and swallow. Especially since the spices clung well to the meat, seasoning his tongue with vibrant, dancing flavors. Truly appetizing...

He drew along the lines of the embedded circle on the book, following each ritual and symbol to heighten the chances of success. Alastor planned to summon a high-ranking demon from Hell, knowing well it befitted him enough to assume he'd die and arrive in the same place. His thoughts shifted to you, his wife—his innocent, pure wife—wondering how long it would take for him to get home and embrace you with all his might, to kiss you with vigor and cherish your presence forevermore. He loved you more than anything; the love of his life, one he wouldn't forsake for anything in the world.

He thought back and snapped away from the ephemeral reverie that cast hesitation and doubts somewhere in his bleeding heart. He relented and focused back on the task at hand. With the final curve of his finger, he wrote the circle in blood that mirrored his own—except his was intact inside every muscle and bone that clung to hold you.

"I call on you, voices in the afterlife! I wish to make a deal with you," Alastor chanted.

A string of rose-gold magic flowed from within the old radio as the roses bloomed more than ever. Rosie was her name—a voice from under, a mystery from Hell. Alastor swore obeisance to her, constructing the rules in their contract. He was promised power in exchange for labor that he must do in Rosie's stead. He agreed with a grin, but as he reached out to seal the deal, he remembered you—his wife, the love he would not wish to have removed. Knowing his intentions, he didn't want to spend life in Hell without your presence. So he made a choice.

 

"I'd like to include my wife as well, in the contract. I want her there with me the moment she passes," Alastor added.

Rosie agreed—without a word of the consequences that lurked beneath his decision. Only that it would be done the moment he descended to Hell. What he did not know, could not know, was that this single choice would shatter everything he had ever dreamed of having.

As clear as mud, the irony stung heavily as he fell deeper into the abyss. Moments earlier, he had been shot in the head in the dead of night—a hunter mistook him for a deer. He had been crouched just behind a tree that, from a distance, made him appear to have antlers as he dragged a man's lifeless body along the forest trail.

He woke to the screams and cries of Hell. Hell—the place he had known he would belong since his first kill. His father was no man at all: a drunkard without dignity, offering only neglect. He deserved the blade, so Alastor gave him just that. His eyes scanned his form before he realized what he had become in Hell.

His previous white polo shirt had been replaced with one of ivory—a shade he did not loathe, but one he would have least chosen from the racks. Sharp claws that could tear even the thinnest sheet of paper. A grin stuck fast like glue; he cursed whoever had decided it deserved the hue yellow. His hair had lost all its curly strands—oh, how he dreaded being cursed with such an abomination of a style.

He continued to loathe his new ludicrous look whilst adjusting to the environment in Hell. He could barely breathe clean air as he gazed toward the crumbling streets and bloodstreaked houses.He shifted on his feet and followed the scent of cruelty. As he walked past demons, he sensed their indifference—the way they judged him merely by sight. He didn't blame them; he's a new face after all. But he's determined to prove them wrong and to show them why they shouldn't forget his face or voice at all. He too can play this game.

This might just be his cup of tea.

Next>>>

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Alastor and Reader are like parents and all i can think is that bobs burgers audio

reader linda and Alastor bob

"Kids bed,now i wanna talk to your father'' Reader

"No kids stay please stay'' Alastor

OOHH I love this! I'll make just a small skit for this because this feels so wholesome in a way. I've been currently juggling between school activities and writing so I'm doing my best to provide you guys the best chapters that I could think of as of right now. (Not to mention I wrote some of the earlier posts here at tumblr in our classroom's provided PC like 💀 . I know it's school property but hey it was unattended what can a girl do? Write a fanfic. (P.S. it was the voices)

Pairings: Alastor x Blood Art UserDemon!Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.266k

Notes: at the end

You and Alastor had been close friends, courtesy to Rosie for making you guys meet and get acquainted that time you visited her Emporium for a requested commission by a friend. It started slowly as you both found yourselves bumping into each other at the most famous tailor shop in this side of the Pentagram : Sew a Sister or a Friend. That time you were arriving to purchase one of their new products on sale that you couldn't help but fawn over. A Blood Sewing Machine and Vacuum was something you looked forward to of using even though you have yet to explore it's other features as mentioned in the product poster covering half the glass display inside.

You never really knew what it meant by 'Blood' but oh well, you're free to find out for yourself aren't you? Considering you're quite close to being ancient as well. Practically closer to Rosie's age or something. So you did just that and that's where your love story began with Alastor. You found out the reason for his visit over dinner, the moment you both finished with your purchases. He asked you out to dinner and how could you refuse?

The moment your relationship with Alastor started, It all went very smoothly as well as you meeting the residents and demons under his contract named: Niffty and Husker. You managed to impress Niff and somehow made Husk like you in only to the extent of a small margin but at least he liked you right? The guy sure hates almost everyone but he tries. (In reality he's just really shy and doesn't know how to address new people)

As the relationship progressed, you had only one rule for Alastor.

NEVER. EVER. PUT. NIFFTY. NEAR. VALENTINO. EVER. AGAIN.

The moment you heard the news of Alastor being taken hostage to Vox. You were shocked and enraged, but then of course you knew Al had something in his sleeves. He's never the one to tolerate being inferior to anyone or letting anyone else have dominion over him. Except for you, that is.

So the moment all that mishap and fighting concluded, You made sure Alastor agree to the rule you've established. He was confused at first. Never expecting himself to agree as well. You grew fond of Niffty and lately had been spending time with her. Minus the parts where Baxter is included, you wanted their bond to grow because let's face it. You are gushing over them like an obsessed fangirl happy to see her favorite ship setting sail and is sailing.

Alastor agreed and vowed to you he'll keep Niffty out of Valentino's radar or vice versa. You know Niffty is capable of defending herself, you've seen her fight and felt like a proud mother hearing her say she'll protect Baxter. Honestly, to Niff you're like a mother figure and Husk feels the same way.

He doesn't want to admit it but the way you care for him like a mother and the gentle guidance you always give to either Angel or him makes him feel warm. That one time you caught him sleeping over the countertop of the bar, you drafted a blanket over him despite his wings covering himself whilst sitting. You hesitated at first but then you decided to kiss his forehead like you do to Niff.

All that motherly care and attention made them reliant on you at times, and you always deliver. (MOTHER!! 😍)

So the moment you saw Valentino cornering Niffty and Vaggie during a stroll, you defended them and somehow made Val leave before you could draw your own blood weapon. You found out the reason for their outing and that is when Alastor wanted some things bought for his own when he overheard Vaggie asking Niffty to accompany her to grocery shop.

The items he requested to be bought was from another shop in the far off eastside just near V tower and somehow Val wanted air and encountered them.

From the moment you all arrived back in the hotel. It didn't take a genius or Baxter to figure out the subtitles in your face: You. were. mad.

Charlie was chatting with Alastor near the parlor with Angel sprawled out the couch scrolling through his phone with Cherry. You stalked over them and took a deep breath before beginning.

''Niffty met Valentino again'' You acknowledged.

You said it with so much tension even the TV and the drone floating just outside the window shrunk in size and shame. When Charlie saw the look on your face, she gulped.

(Vox mentioned ✨)

Somehow all of them knew about the rule and followed it religiously, careful not to let Niffty out or cause havoc outside by all means necessary. They know what happens when you're mad and what could potentially cause it, they saw you once during your outburst and they promised to never let you do it again. You were scary when mad, destructive even.

Angel noticed the sudden silence and looked behind to see you as well as Cherry. Charlie was quick to grab KeeKee and Vaggie not letting her finish her question as to why you're so mad.

Angel and Cherry nearly sprinted and retreated upstairs. Baxter took his laptop and vanished downstairs to the basement. Niffty after arriving inside was chasing a sprinting cockroach as Husk wiped a glass cleaned when they saw you eyeing Alastor with a squint in your eyes. Everyone at the hotel knew who got himself in trouble.

''Alastor Hartfelt, we need to talk.''

The moment his full government name escaped your lips, Alastor glitched static.

''Whatever may the issue be, my dear?'' Alastor knew better than to sugarcoat his words but the overwhelming, flaring, enveloping aura you were emitting right now was a bad sign.

''You gave Niff and Vaggie additional errands to do and somehow it led to them encountering Valentino. Niffty and Vaggie was in for a fight. Before they could be harmed further, I stepped in. What were you thinking?''

The edge in your voice was so steep, a slope would be glad. It was calm and collected, almost predatory with your use of tone.

Alastor knew he was fucked. He knew it. He forgot that shop was located there, he forgot Niffty was coming along, and most of all. He forgot that he promised to you your one.only.rule.

And he broke that.

''Kids. Bed. Now. I want to talk to your father'' You said sternly. You didn't mean to call them that, didn't even crossed your mind.

''No. Kids stay. Please stay.'' Alastor pleaded

Husk was quick to grab Niffty to drag her along but Alastor pleaded so he halted a bit.

''GO!'' You yelled

''STAY!'' Alastor retorted.

''GO!!!'' You continued.

''STAY!!'' Alastor was practically begging.

''YOU GO!!'' You pointed them towards the stairs, as to signal they should go.

''NIFFTY STAY!!'' Alastor was still panicking.

''NOW!!'' You motioned for them to go further.

Husk and Niffty slowly...slowly...moved.. towards the direction. Niff was calm, smiling even. While Husk was feeling bad for Alastor.

''HUSK DON'T MOVE!!''

''YOU GO!!''

''BOTH OF YOU STAY!!!''

''GET OUT OF HERE, I'M GONNA-'' You dragged Alastor by his coat as you marched with him in tow, towards the direction of your share bedroom.

''DON'T LEAVE MEEEE!!!'' Alastor shouted, accompanied by shaking static.

God knows what befell him as you dragged him to your rage.

A/n: Currently at my province rn for a Family Reunion. The mountains gave me the air I wanted bcs the city cannot. Signal is not so abundant here so expect slow uploads huhu sorry. Despite that I'm still trying to figure out the name of my unknown cousin. (P.S. Never met him ever, who is bro??😭🙏🏻) Anyways I hope you like this 🥹✨. (Somebody asked if it'll be okay for them to call me Jah in my inbox. The answer is Yes!!!💖)

To those with requests, I'd like to give a heads up! It may take a day or two for me to post new ones, and so on and so forth. Exams are on their way, so time is crucial to me now 😔 But I can guarantee the continuation of my story Love is Cannibalism — I just need to proofread the drafts. I always make drafts of the chapters I'm planning to include before posting new ones. For those with oneshot requests, please have patience🥹

I also write requests the moment they arrive in my inbox. I just need time to sharpen them and edit some mistakes or typos.

So if you send a request now, I'm writing it immediately. (May it be on my school notebook or Samsung notes💀)

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Okay so have been seeing Gen Z! Reader Headcanons and couldn't stop myself 😭

Reader: Sheesh, you look lit in that pink suit Al!

Alastor: I'm currently not on fire, dear. Whatever do you mean?

Vox: The fuck?! Why is Shock.wav sending me ”Tralalelo tralala” phrases?! What did you do to my baby?!

Reader: You said to teach him!

Vox: Teach him normal things! Not shit like this! And worse of— *Shock.wav plays the tungtung2 sahur rap on Sinstify. What on absolute hell is that song about?!

Reader: *losing her shit laughing, wheezing, falling* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Angel Dust: Hey (Reader) you listened to Verosika Mayday right?

Reader: Yeah? What up?

Angel Dust: Listen to Ayesha Erotica, she's like Verosika but the mortal ver or whatever toots, she slays too!

Alastor: *overhearing* She finds it erotic to slay?

Angel Dust and You: *holding in laughter cus you both don't want to die yet*

(mentally you both: Satan help 🙏🏻 😭😭)

Vox: *reads the message* This hoe looks so mid her ahh isn't even that big like bruh? She looks like the sister of the skibidi toilet, she's not even sigma and her crusty musty ahh hair is not giving like girl ik delulu is the solulu but she gotta get a reality check bro, she's chopped as hell. But her friend beside her though, I swear both lips smiled.

Velvette: It's her isn't it?

Vox: What the fuck does these all mean?!?!!?!!! *Combusts*

Either way just got inspired by that one tweet on X, I swear it was something 😭.

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Passionate Encounter

(low-key couldn't find any human alastor GIF 😔✨)

Human Alastor X Listener!Reader

TW: slight mentions of blood, suicide, domestic abuse, murder, NSFW.

No angst just hot steamy tension

(// yea okay smut n crime in the same frame is crazy..... exactly how fucked up I want it to be\\\)

Part 1 I Part 2

Ever since that you could remember, the only valuable thing your mother left you in her will or more like her suicide note—before she died was a 2 year old radio that barely functions even the circuits would complain about if they could. Your mother had chosen to kill herself in the midst of an argument between her and your father. He was subjected to court and was suspected to be the accused of said crime and lived the life on bars. Moreover, evidence of his other crimes was made known by no other than you.

You became both the subject of his ire and his only heir. Not long after he was jailed, he died in the hands of his jailmate, who holds a temper the same way a person would if they pick up a hot pan without gloves on.

As you reminisced the events that occurred 6 years ago, it felt like a millennia. You remembered the way you professed his crimes, the way you offered to be the witness, the way your mother would always comfort you after you came home from school while her hands trembled after your father made her suffer again, the way you would cover your ears as her screams echoed past the door to your room.

A lone tear escaped your eye as the radio sitting atop the fireplace roared to jazz after the weather segment announcement. You really don't fancy antiques much, too fragile to your liking. Yet, it didn't last long as you find yourself liking the idea of listening to the voices stored inside the wooden invention, or more like the live streaming. That made you honor her wishes and religiously play the device every single day at dawn till sunset, you became a fan. You stood to your height as you cleaned the table and walked over the mansion you now currently own after turning 20.

A sigh escaped your lips as you walked over to the direction of your room and spend the last remaining time of day sleeping, completely missing the new famous radio host Alastor's voice as your radio brought sound to your living room in the fireplace. Fate really loves to play.

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A one faithful afternoon is where it all began. You were mindlessly strolling through town, occasionally bumping into familiar persons while sharing brief conversations. Laughter is heard amongst the streets with chatter that sparks the town alive. Not longer after, the sun began it's descend as you watched a nearby clock turn 7 pm. You came across a bar, not minding a drink, you entered.

The room is filled to the brim with drunks and several other entertainers that are sprawled out every corner of the room. If you were to be completely honest, the amount of men inside made you frown and hide a indistinguishable disgust that seemed to show the more you suppressed it.

As you reached over the bar and payed yourself a drink, the moment you raised the glass the piano shifted alive. With a curious look, you turned and saw a man in his suit, quite charming despite his back facing you from where he sat in front of the instrument. Confidence was what he wore best as he pressed every key with meticulous precision and quality, control at its finest.

With your initial distaste for men, you only subject that emotion towards men who won't stop until they get what they want, those who don't have a developed vocabulary because it became apparent to them 'no', 'personal space', and 'privacy' doesn't exist. Men like that made your skin crawl and probably diminished half your lifespan every 1 year for how much you were unfortunate enough to encounter one or worse, some.

But this one felt different, he didn't seem like the type to force himself to anyone, or act like an idiot who disguises his misogynistic words with softer sarcasm and light praises. He looks sweet and charming, a playful individual, someone who could keep you in suspense yet also make you tremble at his feet with just a few words. You realized you were drawn to this man.

He deliberately delivers every note in time, it molded the score sheet utterly unnecessary. As the song shifted, you find yourself entranced and bewitched in the melody being performed, the ballad was in contrast to the continuous cacophony of the howling crowd though you didn't miss the chance to hear what the others had to say to the display.

”Oh my! That's Alastor! the one I was telling y'all ladies bout, such a sweetie that one. Quite the gentleman.” A woman exclaimed transparently she was within your earshot.

”The curly one? Aye that's Alastor, fancies himself with the piano. He works the broadcasts in radio of course, that young fella never slacks off no matter whatever lies in store for him.” The man who's tight as a boiled owl spoke across the bar from your left side as he flowed conversation with the rest of his peers.

With all the rattling noise and gossip around you, it didn't help the growing fixation you're developing for the strange man playing the piano. You despised yet loved the fact he hold sway over you like a puppeteer.

Maybe he was.

As the song was nearing its end, you shifted in your seat as the man stood in his chair and bowed to the crowd, as the applause crescendoed for him like organic natural. You didn't miss the slow turn he made towards the direction of the bar as he devours the praises people send his way, while he in return smiled his famous grin and glamoured in the spotlight.

You sat cross legged in the stool as you fiddled with your drink, the footsteps close in on your way. Your peripheral vision bore witness to the stool next to you being occupied by no other than the man people fawned over just a second ago.

” I'm surprised I didn't burn on fire while playing the piano, considering how much you stared you almost burned a hole through me, My lady.” He acknowledged as he gave the bartender the bill and faced you entirely while he leaning over his drink.

”You— You noticed?” you inquired to him.

”Yes, quite well actually. You see I can't help but think someone was staring at me while I played, and I guessed just right, it was to my back. My intuition doesn't play.” He replied, while staring you down from top to bottom. His eyes held allure and mystique in its onyx glow as the lights favoured his presence more than the others.

”My apologies, I really didn't mean to. It's just—....you were so captivating on that stage that I couldn't help but freeze my eyes directly to your form. Gosh! I must've sound like a church-bell to you right now.” You retorted.

In truth, in Alastor's eyes you were so sweet. Innocent. Pure. Gentle. Like a doe. His doe. Contrary to what you said earlier about being enthralled by his charm and musical talent, he saw you first as you walked through the door of the bar. He noticed your glances towards the men who wasted themselves to the fullest with the intention of hoping they won't strut your way. He watched as you made yourself a seat in the stool. He watched as you payed beforehand and drank your liquor, he watched the men eyeing you from behind unbeknownst to only you. He watched everything.

He didn't reveal all that perspective to you yet, he doesn't want to rush things between you two. You just met for fuck's sake. He began to engage in light conversation with you, telling each other what interests you, favourite foods and places, occasionally praising you for everything you are right now. His witty comebacks made you giggle and that sound is one he wanted stored away in a jar. He was smitten with you. He wanted you all to himself right now, and the knowing stares of the men weren't helping at all. With a calculated decision he reached for his drink as you continued to speak and tell him something about how the stock market was getting too hectic.

”I'm really glad I get to meet you, Alastor it's been so swell and enlightening to me. I'm grateful for you truly.” You smiled brightly at him, practically beaming with untainted light and joy. He paused as he stared, amused by your side and expressions.

He chuckled and set his drink down, jazz welcomed the dance floor as other people began to pile up in the center to mingle and share intimate moments. You didn't fail to notice the way he straighten up in his seat and offered his hand.

”Care to dance with me, my sweet doe?”

The nickname surprised you more than the fact he held out his hand to guide you. Like magnetism, you pressed your hands into his and stood together. Without missing a beat you both easily glided your way in the very center of the floor.

Attracting everyone on the display, the way he asked for consent if he could hold and touch you, the way his feet memorized rhythm in tandem, the way he guides you through it all, whispering sweet things and double insinuations, marking the tension with a big red dot.

Your nervousness became apparent the moment he slid behind you and breathed into your nape, the gesture made you hiss and gasp. His hands traveled again to your hips, almost to your rear while the other held your hand to dance and to showcase to every man, who got lucky enough to dance with a lady like yourself. Him.

”You know, darling. These men had been eyeing you like prey ever since you've steeped foot through the entrance door. But they can't and won't get the chance to have you. You're my prey. Mine and mine alone tonight. And I intend to have you, if you'll have me. Don't rush my dear doe we've got time, mon cherie.” He implied as his hands that held your hand began to descend lower, and lower, lower, lower, almost to your—

”Alastor! Sweetie! I wasn't notified you were here! Oohh~ and who's this goddess you have? My! Introduce us would ya?.” Mimzy walked over after spotting down Al in the dance floor.

”Ah, well, yes of course. Mimzy, this is (Reader) the most beautiful woman I met just now. (Reader), this is Mimzy. A dear friend of mine. Me and her were just dancing when you stopped by.” Alastor chirped in after placing his hand to your waist like it came naturally, you allowed yourself a breather after what transpired when he shifted his hands that traveled closer to your pelvis down to—

”Ah! Well sorry to interrupt, darling. You know how persistent I am. It's very nice to meet you (Reader). You are the beauty, sure your face had been approached by an agent before. You could be the face of the century!.” Mimzy interrupted again, leaning over to your face and inspecting you.

”My! You barely even wear makeup or cake yourself with it, what a natural. No wonder young Alastor here was so drawn. You two fit perfectly!.” Mimzy exclaimed as she chuckled along with Al, as you were left red with a blush.

”Oh you flatter me, Ma'am. Not at all, but thank you so much. I appreciate it deeply.” You insisted as you complimented her in return to her praises. She smiled bright, and also mentioned how kind and thoughtful you were to Alastor. Practically teasing him as he could only deliver brief responses as to humour his friend.

You and Mimzy became acquainted in a short amount of time. But it didn't last long as she chuckled and announced her departure. Giving Alastor one last tease as to end her night.

”Very well I shall leave you two to your own devices, safe travels home you two!” Mimzy went and left, leaving you and Alastor in the aisle parallel to the bar.

”Have you thought about my proposal earlier, little doe?.” Alastor began as he led you to the parking lot, not a lot of cars were in sight considering how much time had passed since you entered the establishment. The night embraced the sky completely, you hesitated to answer.

”I don't know, I— I know I might sound crazy but.... I've grown to like you Alastor. Would this be a one-time thing?” You found the courage to speak up. You never experienced this before yet the palpable tension that engulfed you two earlier and right now. It was so clear as paper, one wrong drop of ink could stain it and consider it over.

Alastor chuckled and leaned down to grip your chin with his index, and looked at you with hunger in his eyes. He knows you feel it too. The passion, intimacy, tension, and the ever growing list of why it's not wrong to kiss you right now. You were everything he could look for in a woman. With a dip, he kissed you.

The worst thing was you didn't pull away, you held his face and deepened it. He gripped your waist enough for it to almost bruise you through your skirt. His tongue worked you ever so deliciously until your knees weakened, literally.

He held you up before you could fall into the concrete ground and continued to spark the igniting passion between lips as you whined and moaned. His hands traveled again to your body. From your hair, neck, arms, abdomen, until it reached that almost- spot again. He went down to your neck and collarbone, licking it sensually. He stopped to gaze at you as to ask for silent permission. You nodded in agreement.

He reached for under your skirt and cursed. Your panties were soiled by your arousal. It had been for a while now. He watched as he gripped it down and let fall to your ankles before he stuffed it inside the pocket of his trousers. He kissed you again as he went down and attacked your collarbone licking it sensually and sliding his hands in your silk hair. He pulled away with a groan.

”Let's go before I lose control and fuck you here in this parking lot, mon cherie. You deserve more than that.” He led you through his car as you sat in his passenger seat.

He gripped the steering wheel a little to tight, his veins popped out and the ever growing tent in his pants made you gulp. Oh you can tell he was big and was losing it, he was trying so hard to suppress himself. The image of you naked and bare all for him. It drove him mad. The sheer outline of his bulge was so huge you wondered if you can actually take it.

A minute passed and you arrived safely in his home. You stepped inside the porch and he opened the door for you to enter. His house was immaculate, he offered you water and you accepted.

After taking a sip, he reached out to wipe a few water linings from your upper lip as he held you down with intense eye contact. He stood behind you as you faced the staircase and whispered ”Feeling refreshed, my doe?” you nodded. ”Good girl.”

He guided you upstairs and to his bedroom as you both reached the foot of his bed. You gasped as he leaned down and slide your hair to your left and press his face into your nape and inhaled, it made you gasp. But the last straw was when he kissed and licked your nape, you moaned as you arch your back. He turned you around and kissed you.

He unzipped your top as he stripped the skirt from your hips, leaving you in your bra. He kissed down your body, burying his face in your breasts and allowing his tongue to follow the curves up to the edge of the lacy fabric, which he pulled aside, taking one nipple in his mouth and biting gently. As his tongue paid attention to one breast, one large hand reached up to squeeze the other, then it ran back down your smooth waist to the edge of your sex, teasing you with his fingers.

He worked your body so well already, and his tongue was so skilled, you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do. Alastor raised himself from your chest and brought you back into a passionate kiss, pulling his body up over yours in his bed as he gently pushed you down. You holding him close and arching up into him, desperate for friction where you needed it most.

”I hope you're ready, my little doe. The night is young. I have you now, and you're mine to take.”

(I'll make a separate part 2 since it's getting longer than usual. I hope you all have a great day. Thank you so much for the support you've all been giving me. I deeply appreciate it so much 💟 your likes, comments, and reblogs helps me so much and keeps me motivated! I hope you'll continue to support me since this is all really just a beginning for me. Happy Sinsmas everybody ✨🌌)

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