no one (unless that someone is you) [ALASTOR/READER]
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we interrupt my usual vox fuckery to give you soft alastor morning vibes <3 i need more people to portray him as someone who’s façade crumbles, right? right. okay.
alastor’s asexuality is kinda ambiguous in this, because i myself am not ace! i’m sick of people just saying “oh he’s non-sex averse so i can write smut!” and rolling with it… so i tried to give a little bit of a buildup and a tease that all they’re doing, if anything, is grinding basically LOL :3 (i would LOVE any feedback at all on that!)
CW: humping, slow morning stuff, whiny alastor, radio interference when he gets worked up (ikyk!!), no explicit sex, no y/n used, GN reader insert (no genitals named!), sub alastor? (— tell me if i missed anything!)
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You wake up to the sound of chirping, crickets in an eternal dusk echoing through the air. Early-morning warmth envelops you, from the soft duvet weighing across your shoulders, to the rough feel of a hand against your hip. A soft melody crescendos behind you as he rustles, shifting slightly with a crackling hum.
The sheets rustle, sliding down to your waist as he pulls your hip closer, slotting against the thin line of his body. You turn slightly, held in place by his hand, "Have you been awake long?”
Alastor hums, a harmony to match the music in the air around you. You can feel his hair brush against your nape as he moves closer, “Not as long as you may think, mon ange.” You feel a soft nuzzle against your neck, and lean back a bit more into him, sighing.
Slow mornings are rare, but he can create anything you wish for here. The warmth from the bayou sweeps over you both in a gentle breeze, and you curl closer to him, back pressed against his chest fully. Reaching a hand back, you find the bottom of his ear, where hair shifts to dense fur that curls in the humidity. The song skips in the air, as if knocked off-track, before his hand tightens along your hip, shifting closer to your stomach.
Sharp claws trace the softness of your belly as you stroke his ear, “How do we feel about this today, hm?”
His ear twitches as you apply more pressure, ruffling the fur and hair together. His lips meet your neck with a staticky gasp, barely there, just below your ear, "I'm letting you touch me, aren't I?” His face moves lower, but his hand stays at your navel, tracing patterns, taking note. He nuzzles against your shoulder as you move your hand away from his ears, carving a path over skin and bone and fur to his leg underneath the duvet.
Your hand rests on the outside of his knee, pulling him closer in a question, as he shifts to move his leg over yours. Head curled into your neck, legs curled into yours — he’s caged you in, willingly lounging in a predator’s nest, finding only prey. Your thumb is gentle as you press against his thigh, tracing the length of his leg around yours.
Alastor shudders against your neck, a crack in his indifference, and you pause, slowing your hand. His breath is barely faster, a practiced façade that you can see through by now; you push your thumb a little further into the tender muscle of his thigh. A small whine escapes him, lost in the crackle of building radio interference, and you feel his hips shift minutely against the curve of your ass.
You bite back a smile as the taste of victory fills you with heat, “Anything you were looking forward to today, or just… lying around?” You shift back against him slowly, and his breath catches as a reply.
You wait as he seems to cycle through stations, trying to hide behind what scraps of his façade he can. “Today, we bring you a report on the s(czz)— Try out our new b(czz)— Best-selling author Ka(czz)—“ He moves again, testing the waters before relaxing against your back, hands resting at your pubic bone.
He sighs against your shoulder, teeth scraping the edge as he moves back up towards your ear. Your skin buzzes with static as he pants, still trying to mask his desperation with the filter, "I was hoping, well— If you’d be obliged, mon—“
Your ear is left ringing with a squeal of feedback as you roll firmly against him, smiling and tipping your head back ever so slightly. He stops and shudders as he lets out a soft whine in place of the static, “Could we just— Shit, m’n ange, please.”
You move your hand up to his hip, holding him in place for a second, “We can do whatever you’re looking for, darling. We do have a whole morning to spend together, right?” His grip tightens along your hips, shifting from the apex of your thighs back to your stomach, gasping. You smile, letting yourself fall back against him, hand moving back along his thigh. As his breath catches in your ear, your eyes flutter closed. “Go ahead, dear.”
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hope you enjoyed!!!! as always, crossposted on ao3 here.
THIS IS MY THIRD HAZBIN POST IN THE PAST 24 HOURS. AND MY THIRD EVER TUMBLR POST?? you guys are INCREDIBLEEEEEE !!!! ILY’ALL :,)
*Opens Wallet* How much I gotta pay for another installment of Sub!Alastor?
You gotta pay me in the currency called time and then please a month worth of freedom. So I can finish all the other projects I want to do before working on the sequel for Sub!Alastor.
Tho I do have to admit that a lot of people telling me I should do a sequel kinda pushes the to-do task further up in its importance for me haha.
A/n: Honestly this was just me having a bit of fun, my first time dabbling in smut writing and such. I probably won't turn this into a full fledged fic, but it was certainly fun. FYI I was picturing human Alastor while writing this.
Tags# female anatomy described, alastor being a simp for his wife, subby alastor, gentle domme reader, no use of y/n, goddess kink???? Is that a thing???? No beta we die like adam.
Sweet, gods she was so damn sweet as she kissed him. Tasting of the most delectible nectar as she devoured his mouth like a woman starved.
Alastor didn't even notice the soft noise he made as her toungue tangled with his, all he knew was that he needed more.
He needed to be eaten alive by her sweet embrace, so completely and utterly consumed that his very essence was braided with hers like a daisy chain.
"O-oh god-" He breathed, his voice thick as she pushed him down, his hands tied above him and leaving him vulnerable and open. He needed more, he needed to feel her sweet heat envelope him as her hands explored his chest, her voice panting against his ear as she told him she loved him-
A raw moan tore it's way from his throat as she rolled her clothed cunt down against the bulge in his boxers, his hips subconsciously jolting up as he tried so desperately to chase the sweet relief that her core promised. Only to be halted with a gloved hand on his bare chest and a soft, bubbly giggle from above him, the sound making warm and fuzzy bubbles pop in his lower abdomen.
"My my, look at you, so eager..." His angel muttered, looking down at him with a small smile that was more fond than cocky.
"O-oh my god, darling please-" He breathed, his voice cracking in his desperation as his hips jumped once more. He wasn't sure how his darling managed to do this to him every damn time. But he chalked it up to her simply being divine, he was a simple mortal man, helpless to resist the allure of a goddess.
"Hmm? Please?" She asked, tilting her head in such a way that the light of the fireplace seemed to give her her a halo, how fitting.
"Please." He repeated, his bare chest heaving as his arms writhed in their restraints, but he was not allowed to touch. His mortal hands would taint her divine skin.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to though.
"Please, touch me, darling." He begged, swallowing thickly. Alastor was a man of pride and arrogance, but he was nothing but weak at the hands of his woman.
"I-it hurts, god, it hurts so bad, please-!"
"Hush now."
His pleas were immediately silenced at her gentle command, his body shivering as she dragged a gloved hand down the skin of his chest, a soft smile on her gorgeous features.
"I will give you what you need, my love." She crooned, and Alastor couldnt hold back a soft whimper of relief as he felt one hand squeeze at the base of his aching need.
"All you need to do..." She continued, leaning down and speaking directly into his ear, causing his entire body to shiver.
So I request there be more Alastor x Male readers and my wish came true thanks to the lovely @home-for-wayward-fawns who did an amazing job at capturing my character so go and give them lots of love and check out there story called A Mothers Devotion.
The problem with Alastor was that he was beautiful and he knew it; Alastor did not need to ask, nor beg, because he knew, deep down, that he would achieve what he desired eventually. If he waited you out, if he arched his body in the right way and made the right noises, he would attain those desires.
You could always tell when he was having one of those days. Alastor had always made it a point to rise from the world of slumber before you; usually up and dressed before you had even recognised that a new day had begun— but not on days like today. On days like today, he’d remain asleep in your embrace, allowing you to awaken to the feeling of him squirming in your arms. He’d allow you to kiss down his back while he pressed his posterior flush against your hardening cock, all before announcing it was really time to be up!
You’d known then, he was playing that little game of his, expecting that you play along lest he have a tantrum. He’d dress himself slowly, never giving you the satisfaction of looking at you, but you’d know he was expecting you to watch him appreciatively, and you would. Not necessarily because it was what he wanted— despite you always giving him what he desired— but rather because it was impossible to look away. He was just divinely beautiful, and he knew it.
Breakfast would be an entire ordeal because no matter what you did, you obviously were not paying enough attention to him. You were not to talk to others at breakfast; you were not to touch others at breakfast, because all of your attention was to be on him and him alone. Somedays you’d deny him his insane demands, because they were simply that: insane. But not today; today you kept your eyes trained on him, trained on his sharp teeth as he tore through his breakfast. He’d tilt his neck in that way; the way that said that tonight he wanted you to break him, but not yet.
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩.
He wasn’t beautiful in the way some of your previous lovers were; pretty little things that crawled on the floor for your attention. Small things, cute things, creatures that were designed to be on their knees; no, Alastor was beautiful in a completely different way. He was beautiful in that he was raw; he was a wild animal that couldn’t be caged, should never be caged, but when he chose to sit on his knees for you because he wanted to, nothing could ever compare.
You attempted to get work done in the office you shared with Charlie. She had wonderful ideas— lovely ideas, really— but none of them were particularly financially conscious. She was so used to Daddy’s support that she didn’t always think to remember that when running a business, there were limitations. You were trying to help her sort these finances out, but Alastor craved attention. He’d come to stand behind you to peer down at what you were reading.
“This looks terribly dull, dear.” He’d informed you, and he wasn’t wrong. It was incredibly dull, but sometimes dull was necessary. You wouldn’t try to convince him of that though, not only because it simply wouldn’t work, but because his hands had found their way up to your shoulders. Squeezing at the tense muscles, pulling at it to loosen his canvas. He liked to hear your little moans and groans, and so you let him, if only he’d continue. “I’d hate to take you away from your work. I know how important it is to keep to one’s responsibilities,” He’d purr in your ear, and just like that, he was gone with a wisp of shadows again.
Perhaps the worst torment of all was his bloody shadow. The thing followed you throughout the day; just because he wanted to pretend this wasn’t about him wanting attention, didn't mean his shadow was playing along. The creature would follow you wherever you went, and as soon as you found a place to relax it would situate itself on its knees, almost mocking you. Some days you wondered if Alastor did it on purpose, enticing the shadow to show what Alastor wanted but refused to act upon.
Somehow you made it through the day, made it through the entire day without choking him whilst he danced around you, quite happy with his little game.
As soon as night fell, you escorted him back to the entry of the room you shared, pinning him against it without a second thought. He was laughing— giggling almost— with glee, joy and mischief. He had won, and you lost, and that was exactly how he liked his games to go.
You had let him win every time though, you’d let him win for an eternity if he kept laughing just like that. It was a beautiful sound, a sound so few had the pleasure of hearing, and you would play his games for the rest of your existence if he continued to give it to you. Pushing him into the room, you pulled at his clothes, the clothes he always wore that were far too many layers for your liking. You kissed every uncovered scar that was revealed, old and new, all while he reached up to run his hands through your hair, tugging tightly.
You stripped quickly, eager to have your hands back on his beautiful, scarred body as he watched you hungrily whilst you undressed. It never took you half as long to get rid of your own clothes as it did to get rid of his; the man, again, was always wearing far too many layers.
Kneeling on the bed beside him, you pressed kisses down his neck and his chest, forcing him to evoke soft little bleating sounds while he pressed his ears against the base of his skull. He, personally, hated the sounds that echoed through his larynx as you tickled his skin, but you were obsessed with those sounds, and sometimes, on a good day, he’d let you hear them without hesitation. Kissing down his happy trail, you enjoyed his trembling body that laid beneath yours.
𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.
Taking his cock into your mouth slowly, he let out a deep groan as he called out your name, the pretty tone of his voice escaping the muscle of his tongue. Slowly, you began to take him deeper into the depths of your mouth, holding down his hips with such force he couldn’t thrust himself into the wetness of your cavern forcing him to groan in frustration.
This was your favourite part of the game. He'd had his fun, so now it was your turn. Echoing a whine, Alastor attempted to fight you weakly, allowing you to swirl your tongue around his cock while he rumbled out the most beautiful of sounds. You continued to play with him, to enjoy his writhing form beneath you, until he’d finally beg. “Please.” He’d beg so prettily, prettier than one would think, could even believe was possible to come out of a creature such
as he.
You’d allow him the pleasure of releasing his hips, permitting him to grab onto your hair to force his cock down your throat. He thrust into you like a wild animal, chasing for that high he sought out oh so desperately and you let him. He made the most beautiful noises, using your throat for his pleasure as his body shook in the most delicious of ways when you looked up at him with your eyes full of unushered tears, fighting to breathe through your nose.
That was what did him in, what always did him in; you choking on his thickened cock. “Mine,” He growled as you gently ran your palm up and down his wounded thighs, reminding him you were here for him. He pushed the top of your head down, forcing your nose to tickle the base of his pelvis bone before thrusting up, letting out a guttural groan as he released his peak down the innards of your oesophagus. Drinking it all up— just as you always did— you were eager to consume all of him before his clawed talons would release you; allowing you to look up at him, the most beautiful creature in the world. He covered his pretty face with his hands, hiding from you, and you would allow him to, for now; only because you weren’t done with him yet. You pushed the bottom of his thighs up before placing your lips against them repeatedly. “No more.” He’d whine on deaf ears as you ignored him.
Whispering sweet praises into his skin, because he needed to hear them, because he was more insecure than he’d ever let people know; you licked against his hole, forcing a gasp to escape his pretty lips as he reached up to pull at his own hair; you couldn’t help but chuckle.
You told him to beg for you, to never stop begging for you, and he made good on his promise. “Don’t stop; never stop; touch me.” It was a compliment from the Radio Demon, to be begged to touch him, to invade his personal barriers when so few could, and you would never let him down. Pushing your tongue inside him, you wiggled the muscle deep inside him as his hips naturally gyrated down onto your face. He was beautiful, perfect, and smelled intoxicating.
Prying his ass cheeks further apart, eager to explore him deeper while he moaned. You pulled away, looking up to see his flushed face and blown-out eyes. Giving him a knowing look, you told him, relayed to him that he was beautiful, a specimen like no other, but you knew deep down that he didn’t believe a word that left your lips— not truly.
Climbing on top of him, you pressed a singular finger against his now-wet hole before
placing your lips against his own. His sharp teeth scraping against the kiss as his overwhelmed innards forced him to crave to hurt you; and you permitted him to do as such, because of his undoubtful beauty. Groaning as his sharpened teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he drew blood from your pierced skin, moaning so pretty at the taste of your natural
essence.
Rocking his hips into your finger, his claws scratched with depth down your back, forcing you to hiss in pain. “I’m not some delicate damsel; give me more.” He demanded, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘩𝘦
𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
Adding another finger, you stretched him slowly before adding a third, forcing him to scream out in pain, throwing his head back in the process before moaning out in pleasure. You knew he wanted you to hurt him more, but he wouldn’t be happy if he lost the ability to walk tomorrow. “You’re a whore.” He spat, but you know he didn’t mean such a sentence.
“I hate you.” He spat, and you tried not to laugh.
Pulling your fingers out, he uttered a breaking and displeased moan, almost in a whimper. “I still love you.” You told him.
Gripping your cock, you pressed the head of your length against his entrance before pushing forward, forcing him to let out a mixture of pleasure and pain in a scream whilst his legs wrapped around your waist. “You love me?” He asked, his claws raking down your back
before you nodded your head, struggling to concentrate on his words as you continued to push yourself into him inch by inch. Sitting up, he reached for you with desperate hands, digging his claws into your back so he could breathe into your ear. “Then fuck me.” He snarled.
It was as if he had released the beast out of the cage. Pinning his arms to the bed, you began to thrust wildly, forcing him to shout, to scream in that wonderful tone of his. Keeping his legs wrapped around your waist, meeting your thrusts with an angry passion; you finally found it; that perfect spot deep inside him that turned him into a mess. His entire body shook in routine as you hit it over and over again, his legs becoming shaky as he begged for more incoherently.
Releasing his arms, you grabbed the sharp features of his face before pressing a harsh kiss against his lips. Groaning into your mouth, he reached up to wrap his fingers around the back of your head, pulling you in closer. “I’m in love with you,” You whisper against his lips, breaking him in the process.
“Please,” he begged, so prettily, “I need more.” You reached down to grip his heavy cock; the phallic organ pulsing in your hand as you began to slowly stroke him softly, echoing beautiful whimpers and whines out of him, his posterior clenching down on your own thick cock.
“Cum for me, love.” You commanded, evoking a groan from him as he thrust up into your grip; his cum spurting all over your hand.
Rolling his eyes back, he collapsed into the bed. His body bounced off the mattress as his claws retracted so his arms can fall along with him; a sight that was so fucking beautiful; it sent you over the edge.
Grabbing his hips, you harshly thrust forward to cum as far and as deep as you can, forcing every part of his innards to be painted white with your heavy load.
“Maybe I love you a little bit.” He whispered into your chest as you collapsed on top of him, only for you to grunt in response. “And if you tell anyone, I’ll fucking gut you.” You chuckled before rolling off of him, pulling him on top of you, forcing him to sit still on your cock.
“I don’t care if you love me or if you don’t; I love you.” You spoke honestly with him, evoking a sigh to splutter through his throat before rolling his hips back onto your cock gently, a much softer ride as he lulled through post-orgasm bliss.
After he was done with you, you’d give him a bath; before you laid in the comfort of your bed together, but for now, you’d let him have this. The threat looms high over your heads, the angels are coming and there’s not a lot you can do to protect him. You wonder how far you’d go to keep him like this, your beautiful buck with his cruel words and haughty expression.
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Alastor didn’t get on his knees for anyone. But his beloved wasn’t anyone. His husband was the exception to all of his rules. The only times he allowed himself to break his exhaustingly controlled image was when alone with Tyler.
So when Tyler told him to kneel, Alastor dropped. When Tyler told him to open his mouth, Alastor’s lips parted. When Tyler told him to lick, Alastor’s tongue reached out.
His tail was flitting side to side when he could elicit a moan from his darling. Not thinking, his hand pawed at his clothed erection, already leaking through his pants.
“Happy?” Tyler cooed. Alastor moaned in response, but that wasn’t what his husband wanted, “Tell me you’re happy.”
When Alastor tried to pull his mouth off of Tyler’s cock, Tyler’s long fingers gripped his hair, “No No, darling. I didn’t say stop.”
Drool fell from Alastor’s mouth as he tried to choke out the word ‘happy’ while stuffed.
Tyler petted him lovingly, clawed fingers scratching up the short fuzz of his undercut. A weak spot he knew well.
“I’ve got an envie to see you ride. Slip out of your pants, dear, and start preparing yourself?” Tyler’s words were soft, Alastor pulsing under his hand. Happily.
His hand slid back, eager fingers meeting his hungry hole. He worked himself open and pliable for his husband while his mouth kept busy. Alastor needed the calm that settled over him when he felt himself full of all the pleasures love provided.
When Tyler reclined on the chaise lounge of his office, cock glistening and wet for him, Alastor took a moment to enjoy the view.
“Pretty as a picture. What a lucky sinner I am.” Alastor got to his feet just to climb up and settle back onto his knees as he straddled Tyler.
As his body slowed, taking his lover’s cock in with shaky thighs, Tyler let the lower set of his hands slide down the smaller man’s torso, “You act like a quivering virgin. You were bent over that desk just yesterday.”
“Yes yes, it’s easy to talk when you aren’t impaling yourself.”
Something a kin to a purr, a squeaky chitter from Tyler, “You look beautiful regardless of position. I do enjoy this view, though.” He gently tugged at Alastor’s entrance as he stretched and squeezed around him. “Better than any show I’ve had grace my stage. By a mile.”
Alastor’s cheeks heated with an entirely unappreciated blush, “Stop.”
“Don’t get honte now, not when you’re opened up so wide for me.” Tyler finally gripped onto Alastor’s leaking member with his last free hand, head red and needy for touch. As Alastor bottomed out he took a second to let the burn subside. Tyler massaged little circles into his inner thighs as a gentle counter to the tight stroking his other hand was giving. Alastor was grateful for the two sets of arms his dear possessed, he could be showered with caresses that brought him into a shallow state of overstimulation easily.
Leaning forward Alastor’s nails gripped his husband’s shoulder. He let his eyes stare into the black mirror of Tyler’s gaze. How could he express such love and want with just inky darkness? How could Alastor see his own reflection and yet not recognize the man he became when allowed the safety Tyler provided?
He began to move, not breaking that eye contact. Only an inch or so at a time as his body was adjusting still, Alastor’s sighs began to melt into moans. Soon enough he was bouncing on Tyler’s lap, his own cock smacking in his stomach with the force. Tyler released his hands on those thin hips to grab at Alastor’s ears. He rubbed at the velveteen and sensitive appendages, Alastor’s dick leaking a milky clear precum in direct response to the touch.
His husband always knew just where to touch him to make him fall apart. With a shiver down his skull and spine that shut off the electricity to his legs he dropped entirely. A shared groan mingled in the air between them. Tyler bit his lip, sharp teeth cutting into the grey flesh of his chin.
“Need a hand, my love?” The cock of Tyler’s brow hinted at the double meaning, “You did so good for me already.”
Alastor let himself be placed onto the sofa, cock never leaving. As Tyler bent over him, Alastor was reminded how much shorter he was than the death head moth demon. He couldn’t see his husband’s face in this position unless Tyler curved his back sharply. Luckily, he was always happy to do so, capturing Alastor’s mouth with his. The kiss smothered Alastor’s cries as Tyler began to fuck him in earnest.
He broke the kiss, “Touching my ears was cheating, dear. I could’ve — nnngh,” His teeth clenched as sparks flew behind his vision, “There. Fuck.”
Two hands on either side of his head, one on his chin to pull him back into the kiss, and that blessed fourth milking his cock in time with the well aimed thrusts of Tyler’s hips.
As he came over his lover’s dark mahogany fingers, Alastor looked up to watch the orgasm taking over Tyler’s face.
There in the darkness of his eyes was that ghostly and dirty white glow so rarely shown by Tyler. Fleeting but leaving an impact on Alastor’s ego. Alastor’s head fell back, eyes looking past Tyler’s shoulder to watch his hauntingly painted wings unfurl and flap roughly, trying to add force behind his press into Alastor’s body Instincts driving him to bury his release as deep as possible.
He leaned back, hips rutting mindlessly still as he came down from his orgasm. A soft chuckle, eyes scanning over Alastor’s sweaty and cum painted body, “You look blissed out, Alastor.”
“Of course. Marital bliss, my dear.”
Notes:
Envie [ah(n)-vee] A longing or hunger to do or eat something. Other Southerners might use the word ‘hankering’ where a Cajun would use ‘envie.’ “I’ve got an envie for some boudin.”
Honte [hont]: Embarrassed or ashamed. “I drank too much and fell into the bayou. Boy, was I honte!”
