Hiya, could we maybe get some of alastor's s/o making him overly flustered, so al does the same back to get revenge?
I have a fascination with Alastor having a tail, and this was the brainchild from that. Thanks for requesting, please enjoy!
Alastor Getting Revenge on his S/O For Flustering Him
Alastor has a tail. You knew this, he knew this, but the rest of the hotel staff did not.
You adore his tail. Floofy lilâ thing thatâs more often than not tucked under his jacketâs coattails. Pity, really. You never got to see it unless the two of you were at one of your respective apartments when he allowed himself to relax and enjoy a bit of time in just his button-up and slacks. Alastor hated your fascination with his tail, often smacking your hand away from it when you try to pet it.
âDarling, please, leave it alone. Itâs silly you enjoy it so much when the rest of me is here!â He would chide you, hiding the blush that cropped up with his usual smile. You saw right through it.
So, you gave up.
But you didnât.
Oh no, you werenât giving up that easily. Alastorâs mistake was blushing about the tail when telling you off because right then and there you made it your goal to make him squirm by playing with his tail. Thus began the ambushes.
At first, he didnât quite catch on to what you were doing. Little brushes against his lower back, where you knew his tail was, sometimes pinching it under his jacket. You always played it off as an accident, brushing his flustered chiding off with a casual air. From there, you would surprise him with random squeezings of the tail when he wasnât paying attention.
âDarling!â He jumps, turning and smacking your wrist with his microphone. âDo stop that at once! Itâs indecent!â He scolds you, a very prominent blush working against the ferocity his smile takes on.
âHow am I supposed to stop when you react so cute?â You reply casually, looking up at him with a silent triumph when he doesnât respond.
You thought you had won since he had pacified you by letting you play with his tail once you were home alone. âFor goodnessâ sake.â He grumped, suppressing a shudder when you run your fingers over the fur. His face was a bright red, a sight you didnât want to admit made you feel many types of ways.
You never expected him to retaliate, especially not how he did.
You were doing some dishes, cleaning up after a nice meal Alastor had cooked for you. Charlie was bustling around the kitchen, chattering to you about something she and Vaggie and come across while looking for new guests for the hotel.
A loud âsmack!â followed by a shriek from you nearly sends Charlie in a panic, the princess immediately spinning to see Alastor standing next to you. Alastor has a smug grin on his face while you stand stunned, his hand very obviously on your ass. Your face blossoms a bright red at Charlieâs confusion, and you hide your fiery cheeks in your hands while Alastor cackles.
âYouâre right, darling! That reaction was positively priceless!âÂ
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