Hope y'all ready...
Warnings: Almost Rape/Sexual Assault, Sexual content, Alcohol Usage.
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You cringed inwardly as your father's dirt crusted hands traveled your body. Your hands gripped his hair, pulling in an attempt to remove his mouth from your throat.
He hastily pulled off his belt and roughly grasps your wrists, tying them together behind your back. His tie was second to come off, getting wrapped around your head, and stuffed into your mouth as to not wake your mother.
Your white blouse was tugged open harshly, buttons flying onto the floor. A Yelp left your mouth when he pulled down your bra, revealing your soft chest to his blood-shot eyes.
His lips creeped up into smiled that even the devil would be afraid to look at. Your right breast was captured in a vice grip. Your white panties were pulled down, and practically torn off of your legs.
Your breathing picked up frantically as he reached into his brown pants, pulling out his every unimpressive penis. By this point you were hyperventilating, and black spots filled your vision.
You finally lost consciousness, but not before you felt him painfully pushing into you. The pain from that along with your lack of oxygen, was enough to send you sleep.
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A sigh left your mouth as you closed the oven door. You turned around, and leaned on the marble countertop. Thoughts of what your father did to you were on loop in your head.
"Are you thinking about him, Dear?"
A mellow voice rang from behind you, as your husbands hands ran light circles on your hips. The feel of the soft yarn from the sweater you 'borrowed' from Al, soothing your disturbing thoughts.
You nodded your head, nuzzling back into Alastors sturdy chest. He hummed, bending over to kiss your clavicle softly.
"Well I could help you forget.... If you wish..."
His breath was hot and smelled like nicotine and blood. It sent shivers down your spine and into your nether regions. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a whimper, when he pulled your backside to his crotch.
Al's hands slipped under the oversized sweater you were wearing. He let out a deep chuckle, at the realization that you had nothing on under his sweater. He took your hands in his and places them on the hem of his sweater, silently telling you to hold up the garment.
He knelt down, taking in the sight of your arousal already sticking to your thighs. You could almost see his smirk forming as he to pride in the fact he could get a reaction like this out of you so fast.
His large hands came up to squeeze your plump ass cheeks, spreading them apart to take a good look at your weeping hole.
He took in a deep breath, loving the smell of your raw essence. His tongue darted out taking an experimental taste of you. He hummed to himself as your flavor seep into his tongue.
Alastor deviled his face further into you cunt, loving the way you shamelessly moaned out for him. His tongue poked and prodded at your clit, before taking it into his mouth and suckling on it.
He moved upwards, pushing the wet muscle past your lips, and resting it on top of your clenching hole. But he wasn't one to make his woman beg, so you couldn't help but wail out as his tongue slipped into you. You felt wave of heat sweeping over your body and pulsate at your dripping pussy.
Your moans grew louder, by the second as your hips ground down on his mouth. You could feel your high approaching, and you couldn't stop yourself from using your hands to push off the counter, and sit on his face.
You bit your lip, smiling at the same time. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you finally reached your peak. Your legs shaking, as Alastor helped you through your orgasm.
You stood up properly, panting and out of breath from such an ongoing climax.
Al stood up and whiped your juices off of his face. He spun you around and lifted you onto the counter. You hummed delightfully as he locked his lips with yours, engaging you in a soft, comforting kiss. He pulled bask smiling pleasantly.
"That was quite the show, Dear. Wouldn't you say so?"
You nodded your head, looking down, a little embarrassed of your previous actions. You opened your mouth ready to apologise for you whorish choices, but you were cut off by a small chirping sound.
The two of you looked to the side to find out what made said noise, only to find your chicken timer going off on the counter next to you. Al reaches his hand out, lightly pushing down on the top of the timer to turn it off. He turned back to you, his smile never leaving his face.
"Don't worry Darling, I'll get the food, just go rest at the table until then" He stated, turning around and grabbing the oven mitts. Your lips curled up into a small smile, before you hopped off the counter and walked into your dining room.
Your smile widened as you saw the table already set with plates and utensils. You sat down taking a sip of the full glass of water he set out for you. Your eyes darted around the room taking in the red decor your husband all but begged you to have. Your gaze locked on the ice cooler you had sitting next to your dish cabinet.
You stood up, grabbing Al's short glass. You took two steps over to the cooler and opened it to fill the glass half way with ice, and a small slice of lime. You opened up the burgundy colored doors, at the bottom of the cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of Alastors Bourbon.
Unscrewing the lid with a 'pop' you tilted the bottle to pour the glass three quarters of the way full with the harsh alcohol. You twisted the cap back on the bottle, and reach your other hand in the low cabinet to grab you favorite bottle of wine, Châteaux Lafite Rothschild.
You picked up Alastors glass and your wine and walked back over to the table. You set them in their rightful places on the table. You popped the cork off of the wine bottle and began to pour.
A smile rose up your face as you heard Alastors purposeful footsteps. The wine reached the middle of the glass as soon as Al set foot in the dining room.
He set the plate of food down in the middle of the table, before coming to place a kiss on your forehead.
"You know me well Sweetheart" He cooed into your ear, Pulling out your chair for you. You smile sitting down and scooting yourself towards the table.
"I know, Love~ That's way you married me" You said, watching as he sat down across from you.
Your leaned forward slightly to grab the tongs to place a few slices of roasted chicken on his plate. You took a spoon and scooped him some roasted potatoes. You drisled gravy over top his meal, and repeated the same thing on your own plate.
When you went to set the gravy down Al took your hand up to his face and lightly kissed your knuckles, silently thanking you. You placed your hand over you mouth, covering you smile with the sweater you wore.
Alastor picked up some chicken and a potato, and shoved them into his mouth. He hummed at the wonderful taste.
"It tastes almost as good as you do, Dear~"You giggled at his words, finishing dinner in a pleasant silence.
You took yours and Alastor's plate into the kitchen and clean them off with some warm soapy water. You placed them on the drying rack, right next to the sink.
Your sock clad feet padded their way to the living room. You swayed over to Alastor to the rythem of the music he was playing. You made it over to him and grasped his hand, pulling him out of his dark red chair. He smirked at you, taking a puff of his cigar and blowing it back out.
He tugged your hips closer tohis as the to of you swayed to the music. You extended your hand to his face, taking his cigar from his lips before sucking in a cloud of smoke and blowing it back out in Alastors face. He yank the cigar put of your mouth and pushed his lips against yours. He released you only to murmur four saccharine words.
"God, I love you"
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Hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it. I made this pilot chapter to sum up Y/n and Alastors relationship as a couple.
So they are both very dedicated and in love with each other.
To be continued...
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