Alastor

You have known Alastor for a long while now, the two of you being close friends alongside Rosie. But there was something else to your friendship, an underlying truth that neither of you tried to bring up. In fact, you both very blatantly pushed it down, hiding whatever evidence of any sort of feeling other than ‘friendly’ bubbling up.

Once Alastor started helping Charlie with the hotel, you popped along too. And Alastor was more than ecstatic. The man was on cloud nine, the thought of being able to spend almost everyday with you had him smiling a little wider and singing a little more. And you, of course, were just as excited to spend more time with the powerful Overlord himself.

But as time went on, and you nearly losing him in that battle with the angels, you both came to realize that maybe this friendship was worth risking… risking for whatever more that was pulsing between you two. So, you took the first step. Admitting to the feelings that you so desperately pushed away, and to your surprise, he did too.

Which leads to this moment now. Both you and Alastor had had a little too much to drink, finding solace in the confines of your room, away from prying eyes. He was nestled in between your thighs, huffing and panting, slipping his jacket off as his hazy eyes wandered all over you.

“My sweet hells, you are breathtaking, dear..” he blurted out, loosening his bow tie, “you’re so sweet, so perfect,” he kept praising, pressing soft kisses all over your face after each sweet murmur. “How ever did I get so lucky with you?” He chuckled, a raspy, staticky noise that made the butterflies in your stomach frantic.

“My sweet, sweet demon belle.”