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sageispunk · 2 months

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foolish (18+)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x black!reader

↳ "cause i can't seem to break away from your foolish love"

wordcount: 1.8k+

warnings: rpf 🫣, angst, infidelity, smut, bathroom sex, cunnilingus, fingering, mention of squirting, situationships, the word "bimbo" used derogatorily, asshole!Lewis in a sad boy way

A/N: wrote this off an edible and no sleep, slightly inspired by @ham1lton 's toxic Lewis AU drabble and my ongoing need for some good angst, hope u enjoy <3 || like, reblog + comment pls!! follow my notif page @sageispunklibrary to be notified when i upload new writings 🫶🏾

You always found yourself back here. Hiding away from everyone with your hands over your mouth as Lewis knelt between your thighs. His gracious tongue traced circles around your swollen clit before he sucked the bud into his mouth, becoming your own personal rose toy. The suction his pink lips provided had you squirming and shaking as you leaned against the bathroom counter. “Lew, please…”

His eyes fluttered shut as one of your hands grasped his braids in a failed attempt to pull him away from your core. You could feel him whine into your pussy in protest, his own hands strengthening their grasp on your hips. Your muffled cries echoed in the bathroom, and your mind wasn’t clear enough to take the hint to keep fucking still so you continued to thrash against his hold.

“Fuuucckkkk…” The whine left your mouth as you threw your head back, unable to keep your eyes focused on the beautiful man currently eating you like you were his last meal. Lewis suddenly released your clit from his mouth, landing a swift slap on your pussy which caused you to jump and yelp, bringing your attention back down to him. Before you could even get a word out, he began, “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” He left a soft kiss on your right inner thigh. “...and stop trying to run from me, y’know this pussy is mine.” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smirk growing on his face but those thoughts were erased from your mind as you watched him switch to your other thigh, kissing and biting your soft mahogany skin hard enough to leave a mark.

With a pout on your face, you decided not to be too bratty, keeping your focus on Lewis as he replaced his tongue on your pussy, alternating between flicking your clit and tongue-fucking your needy hole. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, biting down onto it a bit too hard just to keep from making too much noise, even with the music vibrating through the walls from the main floor underneath you two.

He watched you from below, in complete adoration at the dewy, sensual, flustered look on your face. Although he was never one to brag, Lewis was very aware of how talented he was in the bedroom, especially with you. Having been off and on for several years, and best friends for years before that, there was almost nothing that he didn’t know about you, including how to pleasure you. He knew which pattern to trace with his tongue to make you cum the hardest, he knew how many fingers it took to make you squirt three feet across the room, and he also knew the exact angle to fuck you in just to get you creaming around his dick in under a minute.

Something Lewis didn’t know was the fact that his current “girlfriend” was currently walking down the long hallway in search of him, considering he’s been missing from the party for a good fifteen minutes or so already. He wanted to take his time with you tonight, after having not seen you for months–since he began dating this new girl. She was just a distraction, truly…both of you were tired of the back and forth, and after the last time you ended things with him, he didn’t know what to do with himself besides busy himself with work and whatever new bimbo he got a hold of. Now, he was craving you, and you were craving him, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he whisked you away upstairs, cockily smiling at the fact that you followed him away from the crowd. Like old times.

He removed his mouth from your throbbing cunt once more, this time bringing his middle and ring fingers up to his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him soak his tattooed fingers with a mixture of his saliva and your pussy juices, leaving them slick and shiny before placing them onto your lower lips. Your hips circled lazily, craving him inside of you, whether it be his fingers, his dick, or even his tongue again.

“What d’ya need, baby? Hm?”

His fingers slowly and softly trailed a figure eight pattern over your pussy lips, careful not to make contact with your ever needy clit. Without halting his teasing, Lewis slowly came to a stand, caging you in on the counter. The lack of space between your faces had your heart rate increasing, all of your air seemingly getting sucked out of the room as you felt the strong urge to kiss and hold and love the man in front of you. His brown eyes captivated you, wiping from your mind all the reasons that you should not be here right now.

Your right hand flew up to his face, caressing his left cheek with a gentleness that he’d been missing for far too long. He leaned in more, not stopping until your foreheads were mushed together, both of you breathy and surrounded by an air of tension. “Tell me what you need.” Whispered this time, his words sent a shiver down your spine, your body subconsciously jolting up and being reminded of his soaked digits right outside of where you needed him the most.

“Please fuck me, Lewis, I need to feel you–” A loud gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of Lewis suddenly plunging his long fingers deep into your core. He was through taking his time, an urgent need to see and feel you quivering around him overwhelming his mind. His dick throbbed in his pants, tightly straining against the fabric of his expensive briefs. The gushing sounds emanating from his movements in and out of your pussy had the both of you swooning, you creeping up to your peak already. He kept up the pace, notching his fingers at the perfect angle to get you right where he wanted you, falling apart for him on this countertop.

Lewis used his free hand to pull you in by the back of your head, allowing your lips to mash together with a frenzied passion. He stole each moan and whimper straight from your mouth with his own tongue as you came on his fingers, your core tight and legs trembling. All you could focus on was the softness of his lips against yours and his fingers slowing down inside you, everything fitting together nearly perfectly.

Knock knock knock! “Lewis are you in there?!”

Both of your eyes widened at the voice right outside the door, bodies frozen as you came to a sobering realization of what you were doing. Fooling around with a taken man, a man who happened to be your ex? Your ex-situationship? Ex-something, but that didn’t matter as much as the fact that he had a whole girlfriend now.

She knocked again a second later, and Lewis returned his gaze to you, silently urging you to say something, whilst his fingers remained inside you. You sighed, closing your eyes and shouting through the door, “He’s not in here, I think I saw him heading out back earlier though!”

“That’s the first place I looked… but okay, he’s probably around here somewhere.” You stayed put where you were until you heard her further down the hall, checking other rooms for him.

Lewis let out a sigh of relief. “That was close..” He leaned back in to resume your previous activities before you turned away, obviously unsettled by the close call and reality check. “Baby…” His eyes softened as he pulled his drenched fingers out of you.

“Don’t–don’t fucking ‘baby’ me, you have a girlfriend Lewis! What in the actual fuck are we doing here?!” You whisper-yelled, all the frustration of your current situation and the entire context of your relationship with Lewis all of a sudden hitting you like a freight train. You avoided his eyes as you hopped off the counter, looking around for your handbag and phone. Both were dropped on the floor in a frenzy and you’d only hoped that your screen wasn’t cracked.

“C’mon, d’you really think she means more to me than you do? Really?” He stepped back and watched you attempt to gather yourself, eyes focused hard on your face as if he was trying to read through your now hardened demeanor.

“I don’t fucking know, you what, made her your official girlfriend after fucking her for two weeks, but I–who you claim to care about sooo much–couldn’t even get a proper label after TWO YEARS of loving and caring for you?? I don’t know Lewis, what does that look like to you?”

You were hurt, still hurt over no longer being with him the same way you’d been for so long, and this little meeting of yours didn’t do much to help with those feelings. Your eyes met finally and you could read the hurt written across his face as well, but as soon as you saw it, it disappeared even quicker, replaced with his usual cocky, unbothered expression.

“Y’know what? You’re right, I shouldn’t have even brought you in here, it was a mistake…” His words sent a pang of sadness through your chest, and even more so the way he was just ready to let you go. Again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, checking yourself one last time in the mirror above the sink. “You’re an asshole, Hamilton.” You turned and he silently stepped to the side, allowing you to make your way out of the small bathroom. “Have a nice life.” Your heels clicked down the hall, the direction opposite than where his girlfriend went. You held back your tears for as long as you could, managing a quick Irish exit from the loud and crowded party before they finally fell, clouding your vision as you typed away on your phone to request a ride home.

In the five minutes it took for the car to arrive, you allowed your brain to give you a slideshow on every reason you and Lewis wouldn’t work out, from your busy schedules and constant butting heads, in addition to his avoidance of claiming you as his own. You finally decided on hitting that precious block button on every app you could find on your phone, your method of ceasing all contact with him, a way to prevent you from experiencing this pain all over again.

On the other hand, Lewis remained in the bathroom for a few moments, not knowing exactly how to proceed from here. He knew that messing with you while in his current predicament wouldn’t necessarily score him any points with you, but he couldn’t help the natural gravitation that pulled you two together every time you were in each others’ presence. His goal definitely wasn’t to hurt you more than he already has, but he couldn’t help but think that maybe this was the only way to make sure you wouldn’t come back, to ensure your peace and happiness, even if it meant he’d never see you again.

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#my writing #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #black!reader #black reader #lh44 #lh44 x reader #lh44 fic #lh44 smut #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x black!reader #sageispunk

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pedroscowgirl · 2 months

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Vigilante shit

Hugh jackman × actress!reader

Warnings: minors DNI!!! smut honestly not many things are happening it's just p in v and creampie (wrap it up)

Words: 1.1k

A/n: this is just a quick thing that I wrote and really randomly thought of it as I was watching this dance for the 400th time so this is for my swiftie friends cuz hugh and her are friends and I'm writing this at 4am as we speak

As the host playfully suggested you do the "Vigilante Shit" dance from Taylor Swift's Eras Tour, you agreed with a mischievous smile. You stood up, revealing your stunning outfit: a form-fitting, black leather bodysuit that accentuated every curve, paired with thigh-high stiletto boots. The ensemble was completed with a sheer, shimmering cape that flowed with your movements, adding an air of mystique and undeniable allure.

The music started, and you began to move with confidence, your body swaying in perfect rhythm. Each step and turn was executed with a grace that left the audience spellbound. Your hips rolled sensuously, drawing attention to your every movement. The lights highlighted the sleek lines of your outfit, casting an enticing glow over your form.

Hugh's eyes were glued to you, his usual composed demeanor slipping as he watched in fascination. His gaze roamed over your body, drinking in the sight of you with a mixture of admiration and desire. He shifted in his seat, clearly affected by the sight of you.

When you reached the part of the dance where Taylor famously places her foot on the chair and lowers her hand sensually, you did so with a captivating elegance. As you lifted your leg and placed your stiletto-clad foot on the chair, your eyes locked with Hugh's, sending a shiver of anticipation through him. You leaned forward, lowering your hand slowly, teasingly, your eyes never leaving his. Hugh's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he saw you in a new, more seductive light. He shifted uncomfortably, his pulse quickening as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Transitioning into the next part of the routine, you sat on the chair with a slow, deliberate motion. Your movements were fluid and sensual, every detail meticulously executed to draw him further into your spell. As you settled onto the chair, you slightly bounced, your hips moving in a way that was both teasing and provocative.

Hugh's reaction was immediate and intense. His eyes darkened with desire, his lips parting slightly as he imagined the feel of your body moving like that on his lap. He could barely contain his thoughts, his mind racing with fantasies. The intensity of his gaze burned through you, heightening the connection between you two.

Your eyes locked with his again, and the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a charged, intimate moment. His jaw clenched, and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, knuckles white with the effort of restraint. The chemistry between you was insane,an electric current that neither of you could ignore.

As the dance came to an end, you rose gracefully, casting one last sexy look in Hugh's direction. The audience erupted into applause, but all you could focus on was the smoldering look in his eyes, promising that this moment was far from over.

The way he saw you bounce on the chair made him wonder how good it would feel on his dick. His mind raced with thoughts of your body moving just like that on him, igniting a fire that was hard to contain.

After the interview wrapped up, you both made your way backstage, the tension between you electrifying the air. Without warning, Hugh grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you close. His eyes burned with intensity as he leaned in and whispered, "I know what you were doing when you gave me that look."

Faking innocence, you blinked up at him, but he saw through the act. His grip tightened slightly, and he brought his lips closer to your ear. "You should do that on my dick," he growled, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

Before you could fully process his words, he captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his hands exploring your curves through the sleek fabric of your outfit. The desire between you was undeniable, an irresistible force drawing you together

In a blur of passion, he guided you to a nearby couch, his movements urgent yet controlled. You straddled him, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against you. The heat between you was overwhelming as you began to move, your hips undulating in a rhythm that matched the fantasies he'd harbored since watching you on stage.

Hugh's hands roamed your body, guiding your movements with a firm but gentle grip. His fingers traced the curves of your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts through the sleek fabric. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Watching you up there... I couldn't think straight."

Your breath hitched as you felt his hardness against you, the friction sending shivers down your spine. You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Tell me what you want."

He groaned, his hands moving to your waist, urging you to move faster. "I want you to ride me like you did that chair," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you bounce on my cock, just like that."

The intensity in his eyes matched the fire within you, each movement drawing you both deeper into a haze of pleasure. As you rode him, the room filled with the sounds of your shared desire, every gasp and moan echoing the passion ignited by that one dance. You could feel his muscles tensing beneath you, his hands gripping you tighter as he lost himself in the sensation.

"You feel so good," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "So fucking good. Don't stop."

His words spurred you on, driving you to move faster, harder, your bodies moving in perfect sync. Your climax built steadily, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

Hugh's eyes never left yours, his gaze filled with raw, unfiltered desire. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

His words sent you spiraling into ecstasy, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He followed soon after, his release triggering a powerful climax that left you both breathless and spent.

In the aftermath, you collapsed against him, your bodies still intertwined. Hugh's fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch gentle and tender now. "You were incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "Even better than I imagined."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the heat of the moment. "I think we make a pretty good team," you replied, your voice soft but sure.

As you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the connection between you felt deeper, more profound. It was more than just a moment of passion; it was the beginning of something extraordinary.

#hugh jackman #hugh jackman smut #wolverine #wolverine smut #marvel smut #wolverine and deadpool #logan howlett smut #logan howlett

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natti-ice · 7 months

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Private Dance- Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Stripper!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, stripping, alcohol consumption, oral sex on reader, p in v, unprotected sex, one night stand, like 2 uses of y/n I’m sorry😭 (2k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

The dimly lit room vibrated from the song that blasted on the speakers at the DJ booth, the alcohol in your system had started to hit and you felt your stress start to leave your body.

Work had been hard for you the past few weeks, you were constantly trying to keep up with deadlines and had no time for yourself. Your friends had noticed that you really needed a break, they suggested you all go out to this new club that had just opened up. You weren't really into the club scene but you figured it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun.

You weren't one hundred percent sure but this didn't seem like a regular club, people were sitting in booths that faced an empty stage instead of being crowded on a big dancefloor. It was a little odd but you didn't think much of it. Most of the groups consisted of middle-aged women drunk off their asses, or young bachelorettes who were also drunk. You could tell from the happy yelling that happened every time a waiter came with more shots.

"Ladies if you'd please direct your attention to the stage, the show is about to begin" cheers immediately erupt from all the women in the room

The music changed to a more sensual song, you were a bit confused but intrigued as to what was about to happen. A man walked out on the stage, then another, then one more. The three men were missing their shirts, all the wore were dress pants and bow ties. That was when it hit you

I'm at a strip club.

The women screamed even louder as the three men began to dance provocatively, thrusting and gyrating to the music.

"You didn't tell me this was a strip club!" You yelled to your best friend who was also screaming for the men

"Sorry hon, this was the only way we knew you'd come" her apology wasn't that sincere since she was enjoying the show too much to care.

You weren't a prude, you just didn't see the appeal in these kinds of places, you didn't want to ruin your friends night so you didn't argue. You watched the show, trying your best to enjoy yourself. The men weren't ugly thankfully, all were fit and decent dancers, there was one who was different though.

He had long shaggy hair the others were clean cut, he had tattoos on his body and he didn't seem like he was trying to appease the crowd. He was just having fun. You watched him the entire performance

After a few minutes the song ended and the men came off the stage, each of them seemed to have different destinations. You were surprised when the long haired man came towards your table. You looked around at your friends to see if they were as confused as you but they all were giddy. Something was up.

"Hello ladies, how are we this evening?" He asked like a gentleman

"Good" your friends said in unison

"That's great to hear, now which one of you is y/n?" Immediately your heart started racing, why was he looking for you

"Ummm I am" you spoke, it sounded more like a question than a statement

"Are you ready for your private dance?"

Your eyes widened, you had no clue what he was talking about "sorry what?" You asked

He was also a bit confused, he looked around at your friends then back to you "sorry, I thought y/n was getting the dance"

"Oh no she is" your best friend pipped up, before leaning over to whisper in your ear "happy early birthday"

"You got me a stripper?" You whisper yelled

"I did, babe you need to loosen up a bit. Take your mind off of work, enjoy yourself" she said before lightly pushing you to get out of the booth. You stood to your feet, now eye to eye with the stripper

"Ready?" He asked

"Umhm" you swallowed

"Right this way" he said before lightly holding your arm to guide you toward the back of the club

You heard many things about these private dances, you knew how this was going to end. You were going to have sex with a stranger, you thankfully had enough alcohol in your system to not over think it.

"What's your name?" You questioned

"It's Eddie" he smiled

He has a very cute smile you thought

Once you two made it to the room he opened the door "ladies first" as he gestured you to walk in, you took a deep breath. It was happening.

He shut the door behind you, the music was muffled but still shook the room. You were nervous but excited, you had never done anything like this before, you had never been to a strip club before let alone receive a private dance from a stripper.

The lighting was similar to the stage room, the room was furnished with a black leather love seat, a small boom box in the corner, and a round table with drink coasters. You stood in the middle of the room not quite sure what to do with yourself, he noticed your timid movements and placed a gentle hand on your lower back.

"Take a seat, love. No need to be nervous" his voiced calmed your nerves a bit as you followed his order.

He walks over to the boom box and looks through a few cassettes that sit on top

"Is it that obvious?" You ask with a light laugh to hide your embarrassment

"A little" he laughed, he found which tape he wanted and inserted it into the boom box "don't worry, I'll be gentle" he looked up at you and smirked

You heart started to beat a little harder than it was a few seconds ago, the music started playing a moment later, Eddie started to walk over to you. Nothing about him is threatening, his demeanor was friendly and inviting but also seductive. He started to feel the best of the music, moving his body the tempo and humming along. The light hit his body just right, he glistened from the thin layer of baby oil that covered his abdomen. He saw you staring.

Eddie grabbed one of your wrists and brought your hand up to his abs, you instinctively pulled your hand back.

"It's okay" he assures reaching for your hand once more "you can touch them" he lets go of your hand allowing you free rein of his body

You caress his warm skin, he was toned but not ripped, his dress pants were cut low enough his v was showing. You allowed your hands to travel further, mindlessly tracing the curves of his body. He laughed as he watched you enjoy yourself.

He slowly straddled you, your hand hold onto his waist as he caressed your neck. You started to feel a twitch between your legs as he touched you, you wanted to kiss him.

"Are you from around here?" He asked pulling you out of your daze

"Yeah, I don't live that far from here. You?" You replied

"Unfortunately" he laughed but you could tell he meant it "one day me and my band are gonna take off"

"You're in a band?" You asked a bit of excitement in your voice, he nods "that's hot" you whisper, a slight smirk on your face

You didn't know what came over you but you wanted him, bad.

"Oh yeah?" He asked playfully "well lucky for you, I'm yours all night"

He leaned down replacing his hands with his mouth, littering kisses all over your neck moving his way up, light moans left your mouth. He traveled to your ear nibbling on your lobe before he whispered "are you sure you want to do this?"

You knew what he was talking about and you knew you wanted it, "yes" you whispered back

He pulled back slightly before attaching his lips to yours, his lips were soft but his kisses were passionate, his cradled your face deepening the kiss. His free hand moved down to your shirt unfastening the buttons, pulling it off, and exposing your clothed breasts. He palmed one tit before reaching behind and unclasping your bra one handed.

He was a pro.

Once both of your tits were exposed, he stood up without breaking the kiss, he spread your legs a bit allowing him to kneel in front of you.

He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down your body, you caught your breath as he took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking.

You moaned at the sensitivity of your nipples, you felt yourself becoming wet as thoughts of him fucking you played in your head. After giving your tits the attention they deserve, he continues kissing down your body.

Once he's at your pants, he unbuttons them and slowly starts pulling the down, he doesn't break eye contact in case you want him to stop. After he gets your pants off your left in just your panties and heels. He pulls you forward so your ass was at the edge of the loveseat, he starts kissing your inner thigh, this sends tingles up your spine. He hovers over your clothed cunt, his warm breath excites you before he begins kissing the other thigh.

You were becoming impatient, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You squirmed as he got further away from your pussy. He chuckled into you leg,

"No need to rush sweetheart, we have all night" he finally made his way back to your cunt. He kissed up and down, your panties became soaked as he used his tongue to tease you. You let a few moans slip, you didn't want to be too loud. Not everyone needed to know you were fucking.

He took two fingers and ran them under your panties, his finger grazed your clit making you gasp slightly, he pulled the fabric to the side before licking your clit. His tongue was heavenly, it was like he knew exactly what you liked. He went to town on your pussy, he ate it like it was his last meal. You gripped his hair when you felt yourself getting close

"I’m g-gonna cum" you breathed out you tried to contain yourself, your legs wrapped around his body as he increased his motions. He circled your clit a few more times before you reached your high, he hummed into your pussy as your cum filled his mouth.

He finally came up for air, he stood up in front of you and you could see his erection through his pants, he was not lacking at all. He pulled you in for a kiss as he ripped your panties off, he rubbed himself through his pants before pulling them off. You tasted yourself on his tongue, your juices covered his face.

"Get on your stomach" he ordered

You did as he said, you laid on the couch and put your ass in the air. He got behind you, he took his dick and rubbed it up and down your throbbing pussy.

Before he put it in he bent down toward your face and said "you can be as loud as you want baby, no one will hear". He slowly pushed himself into your entrance, he moaned as your tight cunt took his dick. He began thrusting in and out, you already felt pure pleasure. No one you had sex with before did it like him. He gripped your waist as he quicken his pace, he wasn't quiet and neither were you. Both of your moans filled the room, it was pure euphoria that you had never experienced.

You had become so lost in your pleasure, you lost count of how many times you came, you forgot where you were and had no idea what time it was. You knew it was all about to be over because you heard

"Ah fuck" Eddie said as he pulled out, his warm cum shot all over your back. Your body was weak, he had fucked you so hard most of your limbs had gone numb. You both took your time recovering from the amazing sex you just had, you wondered if you'd ever see him again.

If you did, would this happen again?

#natti’s 18+#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stripper!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x female reader

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 7 months

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Cod Boys + Dry Humping

The 141 men + Keegan, Konig, & Alejandro

What it's like to dry hump them!

NSFW! 18+ ONLY!! MDNI!!!

(I used Google translate for the German & Spanish. If it's incorrect please let me know!)

Captain John Price

It was late in the night when you finally put your book down. John still hadn't made it to your shared room. With a quiet sigh, you'd put your book down and find him. He was obviously in the first place you looked. His office.

You close the door softly and lean against it as you watch him so deep into the mountain of pages on his desk that he didn't even know you were there. He was nursing a half-full glass as he wrote quickly across the paper in front of him.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me love?" He would ask softly without even looking at you.

You could never figure out how he always knew you were there. Instead of thinking about it you made your way over to him. You stopped next to him so you wouldn't get in the way of his work. You'd stay silent until he finally glanced up at you.

"You need something love?" He'd ask in the soft rasp that drove you insane.

"You Captain. I need you." You'd tell him quietly.

You wouldn't miss the small smirk that came from your words. He loved hearing you say those words. He loved you being insatiably needy for him.

"As you can see I have a lot of work to get done love. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Go get some sleep." He'd always tell you something like this.

He didn't mean a fucking word of it. He'd do whatever you asked of him. He only liked to tease you. Make you think he wasn't interested. Usually you'd plead. Beg him to touch you. Paperwork be damned and he wouldly happily give in to you but not this time.

You silently huffed before shoving him back in his chair. You climbed onto his lap perfectly sitting yourself directly on his already hard dick. He wouldn't say a word. He'd just watch you. His head tilting slightly to watch you.

You'd wrap your arms around his neck before whispering softly in his ear.

"Go back to work daddy. I won't bother you. I promise."

You couldn't see him from your face hiding in the crook of his neck but your words forced him to close his eyes. He knew it was a fucking lie. The fucking papers were already long forgotten the moment you climbed your pretty ass into his lap.

Then you started to roll your hips. A soft groan would fall from his lips at the friction. He'd try to go back to his work but you only rolled your hips faster & harder. The friction of your movements driving him fucking wild. If he let you keep this up he'd cum in his fucking pants.

Just as he went to stop you so he could fuck you properly you whined into his ear. A quiet "fuck daddy" that was barely just audible. That was it.

"God damn love" he'd breath as he pushed your hips harder against him. He rut himselt against you to ride out the sudden orgasm your sweet, soft voice caused.

And that was the start of a very often routine for the two of you. Most nights he knew he'd be working late he'd quietly tell you to come keep him company. He didn't have to say anything else. You already knew exactly what he wanted you to do.

❤️

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

The two of you were cuddled on the couch sharing some quiet peaceful time together. You loved when Johnny was home. You'd spend every second you could like this. Both of you half naked. The skin to skin contact was absolute bliss for you. You always missed that the most when he was gone.

It was Johnny who started the switch from cute cuddles to sensual teasing. His head dipping into the crook of your neck to place light, soft kisses across your skin. He knew exactly what to do to instantly have you melting into him. He could make your mind blissfully blank in the matter of seconds. When he lifted you and placed you on his lap to straddle him you knew what his plan was.

Your hips instantly starting to move rubbing yourself against his quickly hardening dick. The thin material between the two of you didn't stop much of the friction. It was actually pretty hot. The way Johnny's head feel back against the couch. His hands grabbing your hips and squeezing. Urging your pretting hips to keep moving.

He really didn't care how he came. All he cared about was it being with you and fucking hell he couldn't deny how fucking could it felt to half you rubbing your pretty pussy against him like this. Like you were so desperate for release you couldn't bother with removing the thin barriers. No fucking way he was going to complain especially when your hips rocked faster as sweet little whimpers fell from your lips.

He pushed your hips down causing more pressure between you. He thought about moving his hips up to meet you. Add that extra bit of friction but in the end he wanted this to be all you. He wanted to see if you could make him cum just like this cause fuck it felt so god damn good.

Then you feel against his chest. Those pretty whimpers turning to louder moans. You were getting close. You locked eyes with him and that alone almost had him.

"Fuck, I missed you so much Johnny." You whimpered softly.

He cursed under his breath because fucking hell that did it. He couldn't help it. Those pretty little doe eyes. That soft, sweet voice that could make him a messso fucking fast. You had no idea the insane amount of power you had over him but fuck he loved it. The mess in his boxers was as the evidence needed.

"That's my girl. Get yourself off. You're so fucking pretty darlin'." He'd breath out to encourage you.

He knew he had just as much power over you so when you came from that sound of his voice he only chuckled softly. God how did he land such an incredible fucking woman?

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Contrary to popular belief Simon was a simple man. It was the smallest things that made him happy. That made him happy when he was home with you. He had never been much of a kinky man before he met you. Sex for him was just a way to release his tension. He'd do what was needed and go on his way but with you it was so fucking different. You had him so fucked up and you knew it.

He'd learned every little thing that would turn you on. Things that would make you go fucking feral. That was his favorite fucking thing to witness. Winding you up so fucking tight you'd attack him like a starved and crazied animal and he fucking loved it. He loved how crazy he could make you. How easy it was to get you to do anything.

So it was no surprise when you finally cracked after his endless teasing. You'd force yourself onto his lap grabbing his unmasked face and crash your lips against his. He couldn't help but chuckle against your lips. Your hips instantly rutting against him for some friction. He knew what you wanted. What you needed but he was enjoying himself far too much to let you have it.

When your hands moved to his belt he quickly grabbed your hands tossing you easily onto your back. Before you could protest he was roughly rubbing his clothed hard dick against your already soaked panties. He held your hands in place. Claiming your mouth to keep you from complaining. His body weight was all that was needed to keep you in place as he humped you like he was a fucking needy teenager.

You were whining into his mouth and trying like hell to get your hands free but no fucking way he was going to let you go. Not yet. He wanted to make you cum like this. Make you so sensitive that when he did remove all of your clothing he'd have you coming on his cock in seconds.

"Si, please" You manged to beg but all he did was swallow that pretty beg into his feverish, rough kiss.

He didn't have to say a fucking word to make you crazy. He lifted his head to lock his eyes with yours. There were tears filling your eyes ready spill. You were so fucking pretty like this. So fucking needy for him. All it took was that single heated look from Simon and you were soaking your panties so much it dampened through his pants to his boxers.

"Good girl, now you can have my cock." He cooed as he finally pulled away to give you what you needed.

And he was right. Only of a few seconds into finally getting his dick in you and you were already coming so fucking hard. Yea, he knows exactly what to do to you know. You're so fucked.

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle was a pretty reserved man when it came to you and your love life. He wasn't one of those men who would brag about fucking you and how he'd fuck you. Most of his team assumed he was pretty vanilla in bed. Not that they cared it was just the vibe he gave off. But they couldn't be more wrong. Yea, most of the time Kyle liked to fuck you nice and slow. He wouldn't lie that missionary was his favorite position only because he could watch your pretty face.

Then there were days when he'd get back from a bad mission or one of the other guys would piss him off or get on his nerves a little too much. He'd never say anything to any of them. He'd just go straight to you. He'd never say a word just take what he wanted how he wanted it.

It had been a pretty rough day. Everything that could go wrong did. Everything that could possibly get on his nerves did. So when he came into your shared room fuming you already had an idea about what was going to happen.

What you didn't expect was for him to pull you to the center of the bed and start dry humping you like a damn teenager. He had you pinned to the bed with his body weight. His hands holding your legs open wide so he had all the room he needed to rub against you.

"Ky, what is-"

"Shush baby. I just need to cum then we can talk." He told you a little harsher then he ever had before.

It was fucking obvious he was desperate. His head hiding in the crook of your neck. His clothed dick rubbing against you fast and hard. It was almost painful but then you heard the quick sharp breathes Kyle was breathing against your neck. And fuck if the whole situation wasn't one of the hottest things you'd ever experienced. Having him hold you down and keep you still while he desperately chased his own release. You were suddenly very, very okay with him using you like his whenever he wanted.

When he came it damn near had you coming right behind him. His quiet groan of your name as his hips stuttered against you. You'd never seen him so frustrated and desperate but you found yourself silently pleading that whatever had happened to make him act like this could happen a little more often.

Even more so when he actually fucked you into the god damn mattress.

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Keegan P. Russ

Keegan was your guilty pleasure. You knew you shouldn't have a thing for him. He was a broody asshole on a good day but the man fucked like a god. You had happily took on the title of his little sex toy. Always being used whenever he wanted. However he wanted you. And you were so fucking eager to please him.

When you woke up in the middle of the night to find yourself face down on your mattress with a heavy weight on top of you, you weren't concerned. You knew who it was. This wasn't the first time he'd woken you woken you up in a similar situation but usually he already had his dick in you. This time you were still clothed but you good feel his hard cock rubbing fiecely against your ass.

"Keegan?" You questioned quietly.

"Yea, it's me. Sorry little one not much time. You let me get off like this and I'll fuck you real good when I get back." His voice was breathy but just as stern as it always was.

"You know you can do whatever you want to me." You told him quietly.

He chuckled quietly as his hand suddenly landed on the bed right next to your face. You felt his body loom over your back but the motion of his hips never faltered.

"You're god damn right little one. My little fuck toy to do with as I please and you'll just be a good girl and take what I give you. Won't you?"

You couldn't stop the quiet moan from slipping past your lips. As hot as his dirty talk was you knew it was more for him than for you. So of course you played along doing and saying exactly what he wanted you too.

"Yes, Sergeant." You breathed out.

His groan was enough to make you want to beg for more. You could see his ungloved had against the bed. You thought about grabbing it. Doing anything just to feel his skin against yours but then that hand fisted the seat. He cursed under his breath as his hips stuttered out of rhythm. A few seconds later he was climbing off you.

Before you could say anything he was gone and you were left a needy fucking mess.

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Konig

Anyone who looked at this man just saw a monster. Towering over everyone. Face covered and absolutely deadly but he had a secret. A secret that only you knew. He was a submissive little bitch. But only for you. Your good boy. Those two words alone were enough to make him cum. He loved to be teased. To be told what to do. For you to take his pleasure into your own hands. They way you took care of him was like nothing he'd ever experienced.

You knew when he came home from the latest mission that he was in a bad state. A place only you could pull him out of. You waisted no time taking him to your bed and stripping everything piece of cloth off of him except his briefs. You kept your underwear and that shirt you were wearing (his shirt) on as you climbed over him. You could seen in his eyes he was already eager for what you would do to him. What you would do for him.

You opted for his favorite thing. A good ole fashioned dry humping. Not only was it hot as fuck to him but god was the perfect mixture of pleasing and teasing and he fucking loved it. His head instantly falling to the side as his arms went limp at his sides. Already completely given in to you. He and you both knew he was in good hands.

You kept your pace steady as you grind your clothed pussy down on him. Even with the clothing in the way his massive cock felt so fucking good.

"Scheiße, baby" (Fuck, baby) He whimpered softly which only encouraged you. Watching him lay below you with no fight, completely yours, had you read to snap already. You just fucking loved him like this.

"You going to cum for me pretty boy?" You teased him as you gently scratched your nails down his stomach.

"Ja prinzessin" (Yes princess) He moaned.

"Go on then, be a good boy and cum." And of course he did. Who the hell is he to deny anything you tell him to do? You spent a few minutes after that praising him and kissing all over his bare skin until he was rutting his still hard cock up into you. You knew what your good boy needed and you'd always, always, take care of him.

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Colonel Alejandro Vargas

There was nothing about Alejandro that wasn't attractive. You were in love with every beautiful inch of that man. You weren't a native spanish speaker but you'd learned enough. Mostly filthy, dirty talk. The man could make you cum just from telling you what he wanted to do to you. In spanish of course.

But when he got severally injured and ended up in the informory you were out of your mind with worry. You never left his side. And when he finally was told he'd be discharged the next day you were so elated you hopped onto the bed to straddle him. Your lips crashing against his.

He couldn't help but smile into your kiss. You'd been so worried. He'd seen it in those pretty eyes. He hated doing that to you. He hated the whole situation and the fact he hasn't been able to fuck you in damn near two weeks. It's been far too long. But when he brought the need up to you, you were hesitant. Of course you wanted to. You'd always want to fuck him. To touch him. But he was still healing and you were terrified of hurting him.

"Let's compromise" You told him softly.

"Estoy escuchando mi amor." (I'm listening my love.) He'd damn near whisper as his hands slowly massaged the top of your thighs.

"I'll help you cum gently. And in a day or two when you feel even better I'll let you do all the disgustingly filthy things you want." You told him knowing he'd agree immediately.

His loud laugh made you bounce on him slightly.

"That can be arranged mi amor. Voy a destruirte." (I'm going to destroy you) He breathed out.

You started to roll your hips against him. The instant friction making you both curse softly. It really hap been far too long.

"I look forward to it Colonel." You teased him earning a soft swaft to the back of your thigh.

In minutes you were both gone. You were rutting against each other both so fucking desperate to cum. Your soft moans and his grunts feeling the small, quiet hospital room. It didn't matter if someone would to walk in now neither of you would stop. You were both so close to that high. That pleasure you'd been denied for two weeks.

When you finally came your eyes closed in bliss as you went limp against Alejandro's chest. You could hear how fast his heart was beating. Both of your breathing was labored but you both felt a million times better. Just to share that feeling together was enough to sate you both for the time being.

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cyber sex [k. hongjoong]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ I wanna get freaky on camera I love when we get freaky on camera ₊˚.༄

it was those times you earned something after working hard; not those times where you had a long day or done a lot on your to-do list, more than what you wrote down.

after a long time at your office, long hand striking on 11 indicating close to midnight. you toss your bag on your bed, unclamping your hair free, shaking to loosen the tangled hair as you settle down on your computer chair.

"looks like february filth fest is starting ..." you smirk as you scroll down your feed to see posts of different users. you giggle, looking at the video of lip syncing yet sensual, touching their bare parts. then suddenly a thought of your boyfriend who was across the globe for his runaway party.

your smirk got bigger as you stood up rushing towards your wardrobe to pull out his favorite lingerie that he bought on your birthday.

after placing them, you apply a little makeup to emphasize your lips and eyes until you open the camera of your laptop, setting your phone to the side to record your reflection from the laptop.

(adding a little red light in the background.)

the music starts and so do your hands, mouthing those lyrics that you were meaning to tell them to hongjoong for a while. your fingers hook themselves on the strap of your bra; slowly dropping them.

your cleavage was very prominent when you squished them with your arms; give it a little shake, hands on them before mouthing the words, "i wanna get freaky on camera .." then you remove your bra, exposing your breast on the camera.

"i love when we get freaky on camera ..." you grope your boobs, while looking at the camera as if looking straight at hongjoong. running your hands around your chest then letting them crawl up on your neck. after feeling satisfied with your performance, you sent the video to him.

hongjoong almost drop his phone at the event; adding to the fact his heart soar when you casually jiggle your chest just like that. his eyes following every move of your hands, your chest glistening with your makeup highlights. his pants were once comfortable to be in, free and soft but now, it was as if those thoughts were just mere words form in his head when he saw you getting sensual.

"i see you have been ... busy, baby." you bit your lip, one hand running down your folds while the other pinching your erected nipples, position in front of your laptop camera. facetime with hongjoong.

you whimper, "i miss you that's why ..." arousal leaking out of you as hongjoong position his phone, lowered just above his hips; his whole upper body can still be seen. his dick can be seen pressing uncomfortably inside his dress pants.

"yeah? you do? spread those legs baby." you place both of your legs each on the armrest of your chair; exposing yourself more on the camera. you can hear hongjoong groaning, "fuck i can't wait to get home. and taste that pussy."

"oh hongjoong~" your fingers rub shamelessly on your sensitive buds, rapidly caressing them. hongjoong palm his hard; jerking them on his pants before undoing his belt then his zipper.

when hongjoong knew he can't hide his erection; mostly on the thousands of paparazzi, he has to go. and now he's back inside his hotel room, aroused by your intimacy.

"spread those lips for me." two fingers spread your folds open, hearing honjoong hiss made you aroused and turn on even more. he loves it when you do that, all stretching out just for him.

honjoong had his dick in his hand jerking it as he watches you messes yourself with the dildo you bought for yourself. he had love to see you fall apart on the silicon, yet he knew how you go dumb underneath him when it's his dick ramming inside.

"faster~ yeah that's it." you swiftly entered the dildo in and out of your hole, squelching sounds every time it comes back in. your hips jerking everytime the tip hits your pelvis, making your eyes rolled at the back of your head in pleasure; thinking that the one hitting those spot where hongjoong.

hongjoong groans, breath hitching in his throat when he hears your cries— whimpers he know so much. his throat erupted in dark chuckles, “are you gonna cum? But i want to see you squirt. Squirt those juices on my dick, come on baby.”

Your body jerks at the amount of pleasure, yelping as you arch your back; hand continuing to abuse your pussy-hole with the dildo. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach, making you bit your lip, “oh hongjoong~ i’m cumming fuck fuck!”

As expected in hongjoong, he stare as your cunt spurt out juices, a long string of “fuck” left your lips as you used the dildo to grind on your pulsing pussy. your body relaxes after a minute before you chuckle, “did i do great?”

hongjoong nodded, still had his hard on his palm, your tongue glaze on those veiny cock of his. He may be towered by his members but that monster underneath those clothes says otherwise.

“Yes baby but i haven’ cum yet … can you help me?” you nodded, sitting properly this time. You know how to get him done, he loves when you ruin and ride the dildo like how you ruin and ride him.

Placing the dildo flat on the seat, you turn around so your back is exposed to him as you ride the dildo. Sitting on your knees, you sheathed yourself down, gripping the backrest tightly; you were still sensitive from your first orgasm.

You slowly bounce yourself on the dildo, turning your head over your shoulders, “so good hongjoong~fucking me this good.” hongjoong’s threw back as his hand speed up, mouth agape. Broken whimpers left his lips when he can feel the coil knotting.

he loves when you talk dirty whenever you were riding him. it always had his head on the clouds.

"fuck baby you're so hot riding that--shit i'm gonna cum baby!" hongjoong panted, eyes watching as you pick up your pace.

His last straw was when he saw you jerk up, pulling out the dildo then another gush of your juices spurts out of your pussy, again “fuck baby~!” Hot loads of his cum covered his hand including his dress pants but he didn’t give one fuck about it. His chest rose watching you clean up, a smirk on his lips, “i’ll see you tomorrow baby.”

You blew him a kiss not before throwing your lingerie on the camera before ending the call.

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Push, Push - Egon Spengler | Ghostbusters

Warnings: SMUT!!! There's some time since I last wrote some smut, so... yeah

Requested? No

Words: 1231

Summary: Reader is dancing and all Egon wanna do is fuck her right there.

For those who thought that Egon was not sexually active because he was so focused on the laboratory, they were completely wrong. Ever since he started dating the fifth member of Ghostbusters, he started to loosen up more. Going out with friends more to the bar, even though he wasn't 100% sure that it was something he loved doing, but if it made his girlfriend happy, he was happy too.

This was one of those nights, where Egon was at the bar table with the other ghostbusters, his hand was lovingly holding y/n's, and he was having a friendly discussion about how they were getting on with their individual jobs now that they weren't ghostbusting anymore.

The bar's radio was tuned to the 1986 charts, when a song by the band Cinderella started playing. Push, Push was a song that y/n really liked, whether to sing or to tease Egon with the completely suggestive lyrics. She got up from where she was and dragged Winston's girlfriend with her to dance nearby where more people were dancing. With each beat of the song, her hips moved sensually, making Egon swallow hard. It's not like he was paying attention to what Ray and Peter were saying at that moment.

Winston was drinking his beer while facing his girlfriend, Cinthia, across the bar, raised his glass in a sort of toast and smiled. The scientist swallowed again, his glasses were slipping down his nose and he felt his pants tighten more than they already were. Every moment the girl danced, the harder he became. It was like a spell.

“Egon has gone bye-bye, Ray.” Peter mocked his friend who kept his mouth half open still in shock.

“Spengz?” Ray passed his hand in the air in front of Egon's eyes, making the man shake his head to wake up from the trance and look at the smaller boy.

“Yes, Ray?”

“You’re drooling.” He mocked Egon with a laugh when the older man put his hand over his mouth to wipe away some saliva that obviously wasn't there.

The scientist rolled his eyes at the joke.

“You’re as funny as that comedian ghost we faced a few days after we saved the world from complete destruction.” He said in one breath before his girlfriend returned to the table, breathing heavily.

“What are we talking about?”

“About how funny Ray is, apparently.” Winston laughed, opening his arms to accommodate his own girlfriend.

“It’s a little late, don’t you think?” Egon asked, completely changing the subject. His girlfriend's hand was resting on his thigh as she used her free hand to bring her glass to her mouth, taking a sip of her beer.

“Okay, we have to wake up early tomorrow.” y/n he said innocently. “I have to visit my parents and Egon is going with me.”

Egon raised his hand to get the waiter's attention, mentally thanking the table for covering anything that could embarrass him at that moment.

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When they entered the house, Egon wasted no time in pinning her against the wall, closing the door with his foot.

“Wow, calm down, big guy.” The girl's voice contained a tone of laughter in the background as Egon's mouth explored his neck. “What got you like this?”

“As if you didn’t know…” The brunette murmured against the her ear, leaving her with goosebumps.

“Was it the dancing?” She held back her laughter, this wasn't the time to make him think she was laughing at him. He just shook his head positively, he didn't trust his voice to speak.

She bit her lower lip, running her hands down Egon's chest to the waistband of his pants and pulling him impossibly closer.

“Do something about it then, Dr Spengler.” Now she was on tiptoe, speaking into the scientist's ear. The man picked her up and took her to the room they shared, with each step she took, she felt more and more how hard he was.

“Egon-” her voice was no more than a sigh. Anything the man did drove her crazy.

Egon took the heels off her feet with all the delicacy in the world, that was one of the things that the girl loved so much about him, the delicacy he had with her, even though he was as desperate as he was.

She spread her legs with her feet against the mattress, her skirt riding up and getting around her thighs, giving him a full view of her wet panties and thighs. The scientist held her by the thighs, leaving light kisses on the area, sometimes he left bites there, making her gasp.

“Please…” She pouted as she stared at him between her legs. That was her mistake, as he was looking her straight in the eyes when she ran her tongue over his soaked panties.

"Fuck!" He smiled sideways, holding the cloth to the side to access the wet intimacy more precisely. He might seem shy at first, but the man was a god in bed, all the anatomy books and magazines that Peter had lent him when he was in college made him understand the subject like no one else. The girl's moans filled the room, her hand pulling Egon's hair tightly as he devoured her like a starving man. When he felt that she was almost giving in completely to orgasm, Egon removed his face from where it was, getting up from the bed to quickly take off his clothes.

He threw all the pieces of clothing anywhere on the floor, his tomorrow self could take care of that alone, and climbed back onto the bed to help her take off her blouse and bra. His smile grew wider when he saw her breasts exposed.

He left a small hickey on each of her nipples and took off her clothes again, finally leaving her completely naked.

“I could live with this vision every day.” He commented before kissing her, letting her taste herself in his mouth.

The girl's hand crept between their bodies until she found the man's pulsing member and guided it to her entrance. He entered slowly so as not to hurt her, it was no wonder she called him big boy.

As he entered her completely, Egon pressed his temple against her neck, waiting until she told him to move when she was ready to do so. When she moved on the bed, he got the message, starting to move his hips quickly against her. They both moaned as if they didn't have neighbors, at this point it didn't matter.

“I'm almost there-” she was breathless, one of her hands grabbed the back of his head, while the other scratched his back. Egon thrust a few more times against her intimacy, his thumb moving against her clitoris as she liked best.

“Cum for me, baby.” He murmured against her ear with a completely hoarse voice, making her let out a little scream when he finally came. Egon spilled himself inside her almost at the same time, leaving a small bite on a part of her neck that he knew she could cover with her hair.

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When they were finally lying in bed, her head on his chest while he caressed her arm, she began to laugh softly.

“I need to dance to this song more often if this is going to be your reaction every time…”

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 11 months

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All Press Is Good Press

A/N: This is part 2 to Bad PR. It feels like it took me way too long to write but I hope you enjoy it. Also, it's written with a black reader in mind and all credit goes to the original creators of the series and gifs.

Warnings: Some swearing, sensuality, and I was sick when I wrote this.

Word count: 9.3k

“Run!” I shouted, shoving Marie behind me as Luke slowly approached us.

My heart rate had slowed down dangerously, and I could hear my blood pulsing in my ears. Before I knew it, Luke’s body was ablaze and we flew at each other. At the last second, I set off my ability to block him from burning me and grabbed his shoulders.

“Luke, breathe, it’s me, Y/N!” I pleaded.

Luke’s eyes were both angry and hollow. “You were a part of this, you knew about this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but, if you extinguish yourself, we can talk about it,” I tried.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

He yelled as the fire around him increased and I felt my ability pushing against my skin as if it would rip itself out of me. But, I was desperate to put out his flames. I’d done it before and I could do it, had to do it again. The wind whirled around us and from the corner of my eye, I could see papers, fire, and other objects flying around us. Suddenly, the air around me felt hotter and something dark in Luke’s eyes flashed.

I screamed as we flew several yards and he shoved me into the hard floor. Suddenly, the air stopped moving around me and I felt like I was suffocating under the heat. Luke kneeled above me and slowly wrapped his hand around my throat.

“Luke…please…stop,” I begged, his hand warming with each word.

I wanted to scream as he seared my neck but as soon as it started, it was over. Luke was suddenly off me and Jordan was standing in front of me in their masculine form.

“Y/N, get out of here!” they yelled.

“ I can’t believe you did that!” they seethed at me, moving as quickly as possible through the Crimefighting building hallway.

It was the day after the joint interview with Marie and I hadn’t been able to sleep the night before. I knew Jordan would be furious since I told them that I would get Marie to recant everything.

“Jordan, I’m sorry, I can explain.”

At that, they stopped and whirled around to face me, fury in their eyes. “Okay, explain. Explain how you and that freshman decided to royally screw me over and keep me at Number Five.”

“It’s not that simple, Marie has way more going on and she’s not trying to hurt anyone.”

“And what about you? You were already Number Three and then you play along to kick me out of the number two spot?” They laughed humorlessly. “And the fact that they had you in white, making you look like a saint and show off the burn scar and the cast to highlight your sacrifice, genius.”

The more they spoke, the more I wanted to cry. “I know it’s messed up and I know that this has made things difficult for you, but I can fix it, I promise.”

“Like Liza would let you.”

“I don’t have to do everything she tells me.”

“But you do everything she tells you. You say what she wants you to say, you post what she wants you to post, you wear what she wants you to wear, and you date who she wants you to date.”

“You’re the one who broke up with me, remember? You’re the one who said you wanted me to focus on my career, right, well, that’s what’s a part of it.” I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. “Just forget I said anything, I won’t bother you again.”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N, over here!”

I flinched at the blinding camera lights but managed to smile, hand on my hip as I tried to reach all the best angles. The past couple of weeks had been a blur of flashing cameras, interviews, and tragedy. For some reason, school officials thought the best way to acknowledge all that was with a fundraising gala slash memorial for Brink.

All the photographers were yelling different instructions and Liza hovered a few feet behind me, muttering notes. Turn my head this way, squint a little, laugh a little It was eerily easy to smile for pictures, laugh when Andre messed up a TikTok challenge, and joke with some people on campus. For once, all the noise was nice, it was like a shield from anything bad. Then, when I was alone in my room, the thoughts came in.

You’re a fraud. You should’ve partnered with Marie to give Jordan the credit during that interview. You weren’t strong enough to beat Luke, you never were. You’re weak and spineless. What did Jordan ever see in you? Sometimes tears came, sometimes they didn’t. It was probably a good thing that I was forced into attending this event.

Liza had insisted I attend the gala that night, arguing that it would be bad publicity if one of Brink’s top students did not attend. Plus, it would not give the public a chance to see Andre and me interacting in a formal setting.

After a couple of more pictures, I gestured to my parents, who were standing by Liza, to join me. They hesitated but Liza shooed them in my direction and they flanked me. When I took a second to look at them, they both looked so happy, not the kind of happy that I feigned but, true happiness.

“You make this look easy sweetheart,” Dad chuckled.

I sighed. “It’s all practice, Dad.”

“Mr. Y/L/N, how do you feel about Y/N being a Guardian of Godolkin?” a reporter shouted.

“Couldn’t be prouder of my little girl!” He called back.

“She’s always been a hero and this is just another time she’s proved it!” Mom added, squeezing my side.

I smiled sheepishly, the urge to tell the truth about that day bubbling in the back of my throat. Instead, I said, “It was nothing, I was trying to protect Marie and she didn’t really need my help.”

Then, the crowd started to roar, and I glanced down the red carpet to see Andre and Polarity approaching us. They both had wide PR-approved smiles on as they posed together. When they reached us, Polarity shook hands with Dad, hugged Mom, and kissed my cheek.

“It’s great to see you again,” he whispered before pulling away.

“You too, Mr. Anderson,” I replied.

Liza quickly coordinated our parents to move further up the red carpet and instructed Andre to stand on my right. “Her left is her best side.”

He slowly wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I tried to relax my shoulders as the camera flashes continued. I couldn’t have been more grateful to Liza for not making us match. Instead, Andre’s light blue suit and my metallic silver halter gown were complimentary.

“Andre, over here!”

“They look great together!”

“Andre, give her a kiss!”

Andre laughed. “Not into PDA!” he called.

“And we’re here as friends,” I added with a smile.

Fortunately, Andre and I never had to do anything too intimate to garner attention. A few social media posts here and there and suddenly, we had the public filling in the dots that Vought wanted them to.

�� After what felt like an eternity, Liza hurried us into the venue. The lighting was nice, not too bright nor too dark. Servers looped the area with flutes of champagne bubbling on top of their trays. A few alumni and upper-crust students were already mingling, all dressed in tuxes and gowns.

“You two did perfectly, social media is going crazy about this,” Liza reported without looking up from either of her phones.

“It’s not hard with a face like this,” Andre joked as he stroked his jaw.

I laughed. “Please, I’m literally outshining you right now.”

“I must say, you two do make a good couple,” Polarity commented.

I smiled tightly. “Thanks.”

“Now, don’t forget, we need you to get at least five shots together interacting with other attendees. Make it look natural, we don’t want to ruin the illusion,” Liza instructed.

“Illusion is the right word,” I muttered.

Liza arched an eyebrow at me and I stared back at her, offering a fake smile with a tilt of my head. “Watch the attitude, Y/N.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be delightful and charming to everyone I encounter,” I said.

For a second, I glanced at Mom and thought I saw something flash across her eyes. Before I could address it, Andre gently pulled me further into the party.

Schmoozing was an incredibly easy task. All one needed to do was smile, repeat the last thing the other person said as a question, and thank them for coming to the event. Andre and I spoke with around ten people, ensuring pictures were taken before we were left alone.

“Nice job, partner,” Andre teased.

“Back at ya,” I said, leaning on the table closest to us. “How long do we have to keep this up?”

“An hour but, this,” Andre snagged a couple of champagne flutes from a passing server, “should make it go quicker.” I smiled as I accepted the glass. “Thank you, but I meant this.” I gestured between the two of us.

“What? Is there already trouble in the water?”

“Please, Andre, I know I’m not your type. I’m not white nor am I taken.”

Andre almost choked on his champagne and wiped his face. “What the hell are you talking about? “

I rolled my eyes. “Cate’s my best friend, she tells me everything. But going after your best friend’s girlfriend, that’s pretty low.”

“It’s complicated,” Andre muttered.

I shrugged and downed the champagne. “How about we give it another couple of weeks and then you and Cate can go official and you won’t have to deal with fake cheating rumors?”

“Y/N, I know this is a bad situation for both of us but, we’ve got to play it right.”

Play it right, that’s all anyone was ever interested in. Finding the best angle or the best spin on things. It made me sick to my stomach knowing that all this had taken up the past five years of my life.

“Don’t worry, I won’t use this as leverage to make you look bad,” I assured, setting my empty glass on a passing server’s tray.

Andre opened his mouth to say something but cut himself off. “Sorry, I got to run to the bathroom. See you later?”

“Sure.”

As soon as he left, Dean Shetty and Marie appeared at my table.

“Y/N, you are a star tonight,” Dean Shetty complimented, giving me a quick hug.

Dean Shetty had been incredibly attentive in the last couple of weeks. Since the Luke incident, she insisted we had weekly check-ins and when I mentioned my sleeping issues, she gave me a prescription.

“We can’t have one of our Guardians of Godolkin losing any sleep,” she’d said.

With everything going on, it was nice to have someone as stable as Dean Shetty in my ear and in my corner. In our check ins, she truly listened to me and helped me make sense of the mess in my head.

“Thank you, Dean, you don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied.

“Y/N, wow,” Marie greeted.

I smiled and gave her a side hug. “I could say the same to you.”

She truly did look stunning in her floor-length red corset dress, her twists pulled away from her face. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she picked up the skirt to stand next to Dean Shetty.

A server paused at our table. “More champagne?”

I thanked her as I plucked another flute off the tray and started sipping.

“You should be proud of Marie, Y/N, she’s done wonderfully tonight with our donors,” Dean Shetty said, squeezing Marie’s hand.

The freshman smiled sheepishly. “I listened to Dean Shetty’s advice.”

“You’re a quick learner and humble, that’s good,” I said, pointing at her.

“I must also say that I am grateful that you joined us tonight. It would not have been the same without both of our Guardians of Godolkin,” Dean Shetty commented.

No matter how much time passed, the name still made me cringe. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marie scratch the back of her neck and stare down at the table.

“Of course. Professor Brink was a large influence on my life and I’m glad that I was able to be here, honor his memory, and hopefully get more money for the school,” I replied.

Dean Shetty seemed pleased and grabbed her clutch. “Now, if you would excuse me, I have a few other alumni to schmooze.

As soon as she walked away, Marie slid closer to me. “How are you holding up?”

“Great.” I downed the last of my champagne and used a breeze to slip another flute from a passing server’s tray into my hand.

“Not to be a prude but, shouldn’t you slow down?” Marie asked.

I smirked at her. “Don’t worry, Marie, I know my limits. This isn’t enough to get me to trip in my heels but hey, more people in your favor.”

Marie sighed. “I’m sorry about you getting dragged into all this. This is never what I wanted.”

“You didn’t drag me into anything; I knew what I was doing when I went along with the story,” I assured her. “Besides, you came to GOD U to be a hero, and you can’t be a hero without attention.”

“But this wasn’t my plan. I was supposed to keep my head down and survive,” Marie argued.

“Well, things rarely go to plan and your success has been fast-tracked, congratulations,” I muttered.

“What’s going on? You seem a lot different since the last time we talked,” Marie commented.

I swirled my glass. “Marie, I’m going to give you some advice, if you want to be a hero, you have to make sacrifices.” “That’s something Brink wrote,” Marie thought out loud.

“And he was right, but he left out the part where you don’t get to decide what to sacrifice. He also forgot to mention how you are a commodity and these people…these people who tell you that you are perfect and special turn around and say that there’s this one thing holding you back. You can keep this one thing but, you lose the money, the reputation, the followers, and the fans, and a hero is nothing without any of that,” I confessed.

“But, you have a choice,” Marie countered.

No, I didn’t, no one did. But Marie would learn that eventually, and maybe we could sit down one day and compare notes. I laughed humorlessly at the thought and sipped more champagne.

When would this night end?

“Excuse me, are you Marie Moreau?” Mom asked, sidling next to me.

Marie nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“I must say it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Mrs. Y/L/N,” she greeted, extending a hand to Marie.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Marie replied, shaking her hand.

“Has Y/N been showing you the ropes of all this?” Mom asked, gesturing around us.

“Yes, Y/N has been great with everything. I’m learning a lot from her,” Marie stated.

I straightened up slowly and started drawing patterns on the tablecloth. “She’ll be Vought’s new favorite before we know it.”

Marie flinched and her eyes widened while Mom looked at me as though I said there was a headless chicken doing laps outside. Honestly, I did not mean to be so surly but the words just slipped out.

“Kidding,” I sang, downing the last of my champagne.

“Do you mind if I borrow my daughter for a moment?” Mom asked.

“Of course not.”

Mom slowly guided me away from the table, taking a moment to pause and smile at the cameras as we made our way through the space. Her grip on my arm was firm----the way it tended to be whenever she was upset with something I did. When we were out of earshot from enough people, she turned to me.

“Y/N, what is going on with you?” she asked.

“Nothing, I’m having a great night. I’m wearing Laquan Smith, I’m drinking expensive champagne, everyone’s happy and smiling tonight; what else could I want?” I argued.

“Do not lie to me, Y/N. You’ve looked miserable all night and I can’t stand it. Now tell me, you can tell me anything, honey, you know that.”

Before Vought noticed me, it was relaxing to talk to my mom about everything: school, stress, crushes, and the future. Now, it felt like if I was not super positive, I would add a burden to her and Dad. They were doing so well now, and I was not going to mess that up. I could handle this, I’ve always been able to handle this.

Then, when I looked back up at her, there was so much warmth and concern in her aging mahogany eyes. There was the slightest hint of a frown on her forehead and I suddenly felt this strange invisible weight lift from my shoulders.

“I messed up so bad, Mom,” I whispered.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I messed up with everything. I’m barely hanging on in all my classes, my footwork is sloppy in training, and I totally screwed over Jordan, and they didn’t do anything to deserve it,” I rambled.

Mom gently moved her hands to grasp my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. Tears burned my eyes but they wouldn’t fall as I embraced her warmth and the scent of peonies and lilac. She ran her hand over my head and hummed.

“Nothing you said is anything you can’t fix,” she stated.

I slowly pulled away and looked up at her. “What?”

Mom sighed. “This is not the first time you have met a setback, Y/N. You’ve had plenty of them, from racist classmates to adjusting when Dad lost his job. You can improve your grades and work on your skills.”

At her words, I nodded, wondering if I would know exactly what to say at that age.

“What about Jordan?”

“I know they make you happy and you would light up in their presence. So, I don’t think you two can’t make up,” Mom admitted.

I rolled my eyes. “But what about Liza? If I go against her, I’ll lose all the backing and…and you and Dad will----”

Mom held up a hand. “First of all, never roll your eyes at me. Second, your father and I will be fine. Our mortgage is paid, we both work now, and we’ll do just fine. Have you been worried about us all this time?”

I nodded. “I know you really struggled before the Compound V took and I didn’t want to ruin anything for you two. You’ve been so happy, and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Y/N, you could never disappoint us. You have been so, so amazing your entire life. We’ve been so happy because we are just that proud of you and we know you’ll do amazing things,” Mom insisted. “Your happiness is important too, don’t ever forget that.”

On instinct, I hugged her so tightly that I thought I would crush her. But, she patted my back to let me know that she was okay. Her laugh made me laugh and I felt like an idiot when I couldn’t stop laughing even when I pulled away.

“But who says Jordan would take me back? They broke up with me and I played along with Vought and that must have hurt them.”

“Try not to overthink it. Come on, their memorial video is about to start.”

As the video played, I could barely focus on not looking at Jordan. They were sitting at a table with their parents across the room. Both were whispering animatedly to a suit while Jordan sat across from them, looking like they wanted to cry. Jordan rarely cried, not even when they dislocated their shoulder during a sparring match sophomore year. Their parents were always a difficult topic, and I was stunned when Jordan brought me to meet them during a parent's weekend.

“Just try not to make any reference to my other form,” they’d insisted.

“Okay, I won’t,” I’d replied.

The Lis were nice enough but, they always referred to Jordan as “their son” or “my boy” or “he”. It made me nauseous just thinking about it and how many breakdowns they’d had about their parents not accepting them. I wanted to hug them or distract them with top-shelf liquor. Then, Jordan looked up at me and I knew exactly how deer felt in the headlights.

My heart ached as I slowly turned away just in time to see a picture of myself and Brink flash across the screen. It was from sophomore year after I helped solve an ongoing serial robbery case. Jordan had helped me with that but insisted I did most of the heavy lifting.

Finally, the video ended and I snatched another champagne flute from a passing server as Dean Shetty returned to the podium amidst the applause.

“Professor Brink always had an eye for outstanding students, and I know that he would want all of you to continue your generosity to foster their talent. There are a couple of students I would like to highlight tonight,” she stated.

Liza leaned over the table. “Remember, shoulders back, head up like a princess.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered.

“And where is Andre? This would be a great photo op!” she hissed.

“I don’t know.”

“First is Marie Moreau, a freshman who has become an asset to our community as a Guardian of Godolkin, showcasing such courage and wit in the face of adversity.” Dean Shetty gestured to the left of the stage, where Marie stood and smiled at the applause. “Second is a name I know you are all very familiar with. Y/N Y/L/N has created a positive whirlwind before she stepped foot on our campus. She has used this whirlwind not only to inspire other young people to dedicate their time to philanthropy and their studies, but to assist Marie in protecting our campus.”

The spotlight was harsh, but I took Liza’s advice and posed the best I could. I desperately wanted to look at Jordan, to tell them I did not want any of this, that I wanted them to have the credit, but I endured the second round of applause. When the applause ended and the spotlight went away, I grabbed my champagne.

“Not bad, but your smile didn’t reach your eyes,” Liza noted.

“I’ll work on it.”

The bubbles tickled the back of my throat and I looked over at Jordan again. They were looking down at their hands as their parents continued speaking with a different suit. For a split second, I wished that I could switch powers with Cate and have an idea of what they were thinking.

“…and don’t forget to schmooze some other donors. Did you get pictures with Marie?” Liza droned.

“I think Y/N has done enough schmoozing for tonight, Liza,” Dad interrupted.

“Excuse me, Mr. Y/L/N, but my job is to make sure that your daughter is seen is the best possible light at all times and---”

“Would you all excuse me?” I asked, standing.

Without waiting for a reply, I made my way across the room, ignoring some other kids who asked for pictures or donors who kept eyeing my backside. Once I was at the Lis table, I froze. I hadn’t prepared anything and my head was totally empty.

This was bad.

Just when I was about to sprint back to my chair, Mrs. Li noticed me.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” Mrs. Li exclaimed.

Thankfully, my PR training kicked in.

“Good evening, Mrs. Li. How are you?” I replied.

She stood and hugged me for a few seconds “Oh, you look beautiful. Doesn’t she look beautiful, honey?” She turned to Mr. Li.

“Yes, my boy knows how to pick ‘em,” Mr. Li said with a grin.

I blinked back the shock of my words and smiled slowly. “Thank you. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, we were done,” Mrs. Li insisted.

Suit Guy nodded and excused himself while Mrs. Li gently pulled me down to sit next to her. Jordan stared at me the same way they did when I disagreed with them on a floor plan on Property Brothers. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them.

“Y/N, I must say, I was so sad when Jordan told us you broke up,” Mrs. Li admitted.

That made two of us.

“And it was so unexpected. You two were inseparable,” Mr. Li added.

I nodded. “Yeah, well, things change.” I took a long swig of my champagne.

“And where are your parents tonight, Y/N?” Mr. Li asked.

“They’re here. I think they’ve been talking Polarity’s ear off,” I replied.

That wasn’t too much of a lie. Dad was happy taking pictures with him on the red carpet and Mom thought that he was okay.

Mr. Li let out a low whistle. “Impressive. You and Andre do make a nice couple, no offense, Jordan.”

“None taken, Dad,” they scoffed.

I hesitated for a second. “We’re just friends…Andre and me, we’re just friends. We’ve just been hanging out a lot more lately.”

For a second, I hoped Jordan listened to me but I couldn’t tell as their eyes wandered away from their parents and me. This was a mistake, such a stupid mistake. I had to get out of there, someway, somehow.

Mr. Li raised his eyebrows. “My son may still have a chance?”

I smiled as mysteriously as I could muster before downing the rest of my champagne. It did nothing to blot out the embarrassment rising from my neck and over my ears. Mrs. Li gently grabbed my uninjured hand in hers.

“You’ve been so brave with all this, Y/N. Fighting Luke must have been terrifying. Oh, I couldn’t imagine!” she exclaimed.

No, she couldn’t imagine seeing those glowing eyes every time she blinked nor tensing every time she had to go past Brink’s office to get to the super nice bathroom in the Crimefighting building. She couldn’t possibly imagine all the stupid questions she would get asked or the strange itching pain the burn around her neck caused.

“It was,” I whispered, glancing at Jordan.

They finally looked at me but this time, I was thankful they didn’t have laser vision. I quickly set aside my empty glass and turned back to Mrs. Li.

“But you survived and sacrificed so much,” she added.

“You could say that again,” I replied.

“That’s Y/N, always sacrificing herself for someone else,” Jordan seethed.

It was awful being on Jordan’s bad side and I was doing nothing but exacerbating the situation. There had to be some escape route that I could take. Someone I knew had to come by or someone could maybe ask for a picture.

“Jordan, don’t be rude,” Mr. Li admonished. “I thought I raised my boy better than that.”

There was something about Mr. Li’s tone that made my stomach lurch. Or maybe it was the distressed way Jordan looked away and was suddenly fascinated with the fairy lights that hung on the walls. All I knew was that I was slowly pulling away from Mrs. Li and straightening up.

“Did Jordan ever tell you how we first met?” I asked.

“No, never,” Mr. Li said, glancing at Jordan.

“It was freshman year during the mid-terms. I was slammed with so many assignments that I thought I was going to drown but before that, I would bomb all my classes, especially Brink’s. One night, I was in the library having a total meltdown because none of my index cards made any sense and there were only two days left until the exam.” I paused. “In the middle of my snot and tears, Jordan finds me surrounded by my notecards and books, picks up one of my notecards, and says, ‘I’d be crying too if I was studying something that wasn’t going to be on the exam’. Then, they sat down with me and helped me study. Totally saved my butt freshman year.”

I left out the part about how they were in their feminine form and rolled their eyes every time I sniffled. But Mr. and Mrs. Li looked surprised but pleased at the same time.

“I had no idea,” Mrs. Li said.

“Yeah, Jordan’s always looking out for the people they care about, even if they won’t admit it.” I glanced at Jordan. “They deserve to be Number One in the Top Five and I hope that one day, I can be half the hero I know they will be. So, yes, Mr. Li, you raised a great child who will be a great person and I am happy to know them.”

Though I could feel Jordan’s eyes on me, I quietly excused myself and slowly walked away. The lights and noise began to blur in front of me. Soon, I felt the tear slip down my cheek and hurried into the bathroom before anyone else could see.

I immediately walked up to the sink and placed my hands on the counter. “Breathe, Y/N, breathe,” I said in choked breaths.

It was a difficult fete since the tears started falling as soon as the door closed behind me. I didn’t know why I was crying, I thought I did something positive. Maybe I was crying because I screwed up or I said too much to Marie. Maybe I was crying because I hadn’t cried since the night Jordan broke up with me. Their words tore a piece out of my chest, and I thought that I wouldn’t be able to get back. Maybe I never would.

The bathroom door suddenly flew open, and I screamed, “GET OUT!” Sending a blast of wind with my bad hand.

A loud bang and bright light followed, extinguishing the wind without incident. My eyes flew open, and I turned to find Jordan, in their feminine form leaning against the wall. They seemed unimpressed and angry.

“Careful, don’t want you causing damage to another building,” they deadpanned.

I swallowed and started wiping my tears. “Why are you in here?”

“To ask you what the hell was that back there? You just bulldoze in our conversation and say…that?” Jordan said.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m tipsier than I thought,” I muttered.

“No, this isn’t you tipsy,” Jordan argued.

“Fine, I got upset when your dad kept calling you ‘son’ and ‘boy’ and it just came out, okay?” I snapped. “I’m sorry I butt into your family stuff, it won’t happen again. We can go back to ignoring each other.”

Jordan scoffed and walked closer to me. “You mean, you can go back to ignoring me?”

Were they really arguing with me about ignoring each other? They had been ignoring me this whole time as well. No in-person conversations, no texts, no calls, not even social media interactions.

“I’m not going to argue with you about this,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Look, I’m not going to pretend like after two weeks of nothing, it’s not insane that you would do that,” they continued

“Okay, so I tried to do a nice thing for you and screwed it up, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

“Then what do you want?” I glared at them. “I tried to fix the Luke and Brink mess but that backfired. Then, I tried to stand up for you in front of your parents, but I screwed that up too. Every time I try to do something nice for you, I end up hurting you instead and I’m tired of it. I don’t like hurting you and if we have to stay away from each other than fine.”

Jordan was quiet for a long time and during that time, their eyes never left mine. They always had such a cutting gaze, like they could see through everyone and everything. Sometimes, I would be curious and terrified at what they would find if they stared at me long enough.

“You didn’t hurt me tonight,” they whispered. “I just don’t understand why you did it.”

I sighed. “Because I still care about you. It’s stupid, right? You broke my heart and I still care about you.”

“Y/N…”

I sniffled and turned away from them. “I should get cleaned up before heading back out there. I must look like a mess.”

For a moment, the only sounds I heard were my sniffling and rifling for the paper towels to fix my makeup. As I dabbed the makeup Jordan whispered, “You never look like a mess.”

The next time I spoke to Jordan was the day Tek Knight guest-lectured our class. The tall, slimy idiot made the side of my mouth twitch with each word he spoke. His show was ridiculous but maybe that was due to all the editing to make him seem normal. He spoke so grandiosely, and I wondered how Cate, Andre, and Jordan dealt with being interviewed by him.

“I can’t stand this guy,” Marie whispered.

“You and me both,” I muttered.

“…and, as all you know,” Tek continued, “I am a master at interrogation and I would love to take this moment to show you proper technique. Now, I’ll need a volunteer.” Fortunately, no one raised their hands and I went back to skimming some old class notes. Hopefully class would go by quickly, Dean Shetty couldn’t let this man prattle on the whole time, right?

“Cyclone, one of our Guardians of Godolkin. Surely, you wouldn’t mind? It could make up for our missed interview,” Tek said with a slight edge to his voice.

“You can call me Y/N and, fine.” I stood, straightened my blazer that I wore with a houndstooth mini skirt, and strolled down to the seat at the front of the class.

All that was missing was a blinding light and a seedy interrogation room. I folded my hands in my lap and relaxed into the chair. This would be fine, nothing at all. I glanced at my classmates, offering Marie a small smile and locking eyes with Jordan for a second. I could get through this, Tek Knight was nothing.

“Miss Y/L/N, I appreciate your participation,” Tek began. “Why don’t we start by going over the events of your friend, Luke’s, death?”

I swallowed. “I have relayed the story many times, Mr. Knight, unless you didn’t see any of my interviews.”

That earned a small laugh throughout the class and Tek’s jaw clenched but he smiled.

“No, I can’t say that I have, I was too busy investigating the details of his death. So, humor me, please,” Tek requested. “What was that day like?”

Easy.

“It was a normal day. I had a morning class on forensics and then I had lunch with Cate. After lunch, I did some homework and I decided to go see Professor Brink about an assignment,” I said.

That day, I did not need to talk to Brink but I had told the lie so much that no one would second guess it.

“Your pupils just dilated, you’re lying,” Tek said in delight.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve told the story fifty times, I think I remember it correctly.” “Ah, notice class just how defensive she got,” Tek instructed. “Why were you really there?”

I paused again, my eyes glancing at Jordan. Their expression was unreadable but their jaw clenched for a moment. That day, I went to see Jordan and apologize for everything that happened with Liza since we had not spoken when we all went out the night before. However, Jordan was particularly icy about it and I ended up running into a frantic Marie.

A chill ran up my spine at the memory and I turned my attention back to Tek. He was waiting with bated breath and I wondered how much he got off on these.

“I wanted to talk to Brink about an assignment,” I repeated.

“Tell that to the sweat on your forehead but we’ll circle back to that. What happened when you got to his office?”

“When I walked into the building, I saw Marie was in front of his office.”

“And you didn’t think that was strange since she was a freshman?”

I shook my head. “No, she was a fan of Brink’s work so it made sense that she would try to talk to him.”

“Was anyone else there?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Another lie. Who else was there, Y/N?”

“Marie, Marie was the only person there.” I willed myself to calm down.

Tek faced the class. “Notice, class, that Y/N is rubbing her hand on her forearm, a classic self-soothing gesture. We are one step closer to the truth!” Then, he whirled back around to me. “Who else was there, Y/N?”

“Marie. I didn’t see anyone else.” Tek shook a finger at me. “Oh, you’re a tough one, Y/N, and those are my favorites to break.”

I huffed and glanced at Dean Shetty, who offered me a pity look. “Do you have any other questions?”

“Plenty. What happened when you got to Brink’s office?”

“Well, Marie was nervous to talk to Brink so I knocked on the door. There was no answer, and I opened it and I saw Luke burning him alive,” I said quietly.

“The downcast eyes and lower tone suggest that not only is Miss Y/L/N telling the truth but there is emotional weight to it.” Tek gestured to me. “Please, continue.”

“When Luke saw us, something was off with his eyes. He was…infuriated and he looked hurt.”

“What did he say to you?”

“He said that we shouldn’t have seen that and now we had to die.”

“That must have been painful and scary, you had been friends for two years, correct?” Tek asked.

“Yeah, around the time he and Cate started dating,” I confirmed.

“What happened next?”

“I told Marie to run and I tried to hold him off. We got into a pretty intense physical fight and I was able to extinguish his flames long enough for Marie to do some damage,” I reported.

“We can see that it must have been very difficult with your injuries. What made you think that you could beat him?”

I paused and looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“Well, according to your record, you’ve fought Luke three times, lost twice, and ended in a draw once. To go from that to disarming him is a large leap.”

My heart rate started to pick up and I brushed a loc out of my face to distract myself. I just had to stay calm and answer everything with confidence. Confidence was all anyone needed, Liza preached it enough.

“Yes, Luke was incredibly strong and near-impossible to beat,” I added.

“But you’ve extinguished his flames before? And you still lost? How did that work?”

It was an easy gig when Luke was caught off guard. The most I could ever do when sparring with him was play defense. I could feel the heat of his flames still and the flash in his eyes.

“Just tell them what they want to hear,” Liza’s voice coached in my ear. “No one wants the truth, they want what we tell them.”

But what was the point of that? Why couldn’t Jordan get the credit? What truth would that be hiding? That they’re a good hero? What was the point of me fake-dating Andre? Who were we placating? Why did I have to play to anything?

Slowly, I glanced at Marie and then I glanced at Jordan. Marie looked like she was holding her breath while Jordan was hyper-focused. I wondered if Marie knew how insightful she was or could be.

“It didn’t,” I stated.

Tek smiled like the Cheshire cat and everyone’s expressions around the room shifted from bored focus to interest. My heart was pumping in my ears and my breath was starting to speed up, but I had to keep going.

“What do you mean?”

“I tried to extinguish Luke’s fire that day but it didn’t work. It had worked during one of our sparring sessions but, his guard was lower and I took advantage. The day he died, I panicked,” I reported.

“The Cyclone panicked under pressure?” Tek asked.

“Yes, I was scared. Luke was never malicious in our fights, and I could tell he wanted to kill me. Plus, I had to protect Marie but, I ended up making things worse.” I took another deep breath. “When I tried to extinguish the fire, I exacerbated it and set fire to almost everything around us. Luke tackled me to the ground, and I landed wrong, which is how I broke my wrist.”

“That is a harrowing story, Miss Y/L/N. What happened to Marie?”

I looked apologetically at her. “She ran and I didn’t see where she went. For a minute, I thought I accidentally got her burned too.” My eyes went back to Tek.

“And how did you escape?” Tek asked.

Here it goes.

“Jordan stepped in and tackled him off me,” I admitted. “Because they’re indestructible in their male form, they weren’t hurt, and they were able to hold him off long enough for me to escape.”

There, it was all out there. I felt lighter than I had in weeks, and I could have cried at the feeling. For a moment, I wondered why it took me so long to just admit the truth.

“I thought you said there was no one else there?” Tek countered.

“I lied.”

“Why lie?”

“Partially to protect and help Marie. This situation was beneficial for her, and I played along to help. But she also doesn’t need this to prove how great she’ll be one day.”

“So, is Jordan part of the reason you were there that day?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “They’re the reason I was at Brink’s.”

“But why?”

“That’s your favorite word,” I scoffed. “I lied to protect myself. I went to Brink’s office to see Jordan to apologize.”

“Apologize for what?”

“To apologize for the position I put them in.” I willed myself not to glance at them because if I did, they might telepathically make me shut up.

Tek walked closer to me and leaned over me a little. “And what position is that?”

“I made them feel like a burden when they weren’t, they never were,” I whispered, eyeing Tek.

Tek nodded. “That’s right, you two were an item.”

“They broke up with me because they thought they were helping me but, they couldn’t have been more wrong. Jordan challenged me and made me think deeper about things.” Tears burned my eyes but I kept pushing. “But the facts are that Jordan protected everyone from Luke, not me and not Marie. You can quote me on that.”

I crossed my arms and noticed I was breathing harder than usual. Was this panic or relief? How could anyone tell the difference?

Tek smiled like the Cheshire cat as he continued to circle me. “Notice how even though she got defensive, she is relaxed. Ladies and gentlemen, we have found the truth!”

Some sporadic applause broke out and Tek leaned over to shake my hand, but I stood, brushed past him, and headed back to my seat. On the way, I could feel everyone’s eyes boring into me but for the first time in a long time, I could not have cared less. Marie was stunned when I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

“What was that?” she whispered.

“I’m sorry but you were right, I had a choice,” I whispered back.

Marie hesitated but nodded as I turned and walked out of the class. Finally, the truth was out there, and it would spread like wildfire on Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. Part of me wondered how long it would take for the news to reach Liza and another part of me wondered how that conversation would go. She would be infuriated and try to work on a counterattack but, I also could not bring myself to care too much. I did care about how my parents would feel once they found out. They had no idea that I lied.

The sun was brighter than usual and the students frantically typing on their laptops or talking on their phones were productive, not overly stressed. There was a sense of calm over campus, and it made for a nice ambiance for my walk back to my dorm. As soon as I walked in, I got a FaceTime call from Cate.

“Okay, what was that with Tek Knight?” she interrogated.

“Wow, those kids work fast,” I commented, setting my bag on my desk.

“Seriously. Did you skip the interview so you could do…that?”

“First of all, I skipped the interview because I had a shoot with Nike that I was contractually obligated to. Second of all, Tek wanted the truth and I gave it to him.”

I flopped down on my bed and propped my phone on my side table so that I could see Cate’s frowning face which was a mixture of shock and pride.

“Well, I know this is super therapist-y of me to ask but how are you feeling?” she asked.

“I feel light. It’s true about the truth setting you free, you know. I feel like I can fly,” I drawled, stretching myself out further on my bed.

“Technically, you can already fly,” Cate teased.

“Not the point, Cate. I didn’t realize how much Vought and Liza caged me in. If this is what they did to me, I can’t imagine what they did to Luke.”

Cate hummed, a solemn expression rolling across her pretty features. “I knew he was under a lot of pressure but…” Cate cut herself off. “Anyway, I am happy that you are feeling better; you can only hold things in for so long before you snap.”

“Like you would let me snap,” I teased.

“Of course. Are you worried about your parents?” Cate asked.

I shrugged. “Only the fact that they had no idea I lied about any of this. I told you how my mom and I had a heart-to-heart at the gala. They want me to be happy and this feels like a good start.”

“I want you happy too. I gotta get back to psych before Professor Banks sends someone looking for me.”

As soon as she clicked off, I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and rolled onto my back. This seemed like a fantastic moment for less noise.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Or not.

I huffed as I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the door. “I am not going to do any of those stupid TikTok interviews or----”I stopped when I saw Jordan staring back at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t come by for a statement,” they muttered.

“N-no, it’s fine.” I stepped aside and they quickly brushed past me.

As I closed the door behind me, I willed my heartbeat to slow to a normal rate and wiped my palms on my skirt. Jordan dropped their bag in the middle of the room and whirled around to face me.

“Why did you do that?” they demanded.

“I wanted to tell the truth,” I answered.

Jordan laughed humorlessly and rolled their eyes. “Sure you did. Is this another ploy from Liza that you’re playing along with? I’m wondering how exactly this is going to screw me and make you look better.”

I shook my head and took a couple of steps closer to them. “There’s no ploy! You’ll believe me when the rankings come out.”

“Oh, I’m sure nothing will change except you might be at Number One this time,” they seethed.

“Why are you mad at me? I did what you’ve been asking me to do since this whole thing started.”

“But I didn’t want you to make yourself look bad in the process!” they exclaimed.

As their words sunk in, I had a chance to think. Class was not over for another thirty minutes, and Jordan never skipped class unless they were deathly ill. At the gala, I did not see Jordan or their parents until I approached them. At the time, I thought they were avoiding an awkward conversation----that still happened-----but now, I wondered if they were trying to protect me or themselves from something. When we broke up, they disappeared until that night Cate practically forced me to go out with everyone and even then, we never spoke. I thought they were avoiding me because they were angry but maybe they were hurt. And when they yelled at me to run from Luke, they almost sounded…scared.

What did that mean?

Slowly, I closed the distance between us, swallowing at the tension rising in the room. “I don’t care about rankings or social media engagement right now. If anything happens, I can bounce back but like I said the other night, I care about you and I am tired of hurting you. I know that my lying about what happened with Luke and Brink was messed up and must have caused a different kind of pain and I wanted to make it right.”

“There’s still smarter ways of doing that, Y/N. Did you coordinate with Liza or something? And what about Marie?” Jordan rattled.

“No, I decided on my own and Marie inspired me to do it. I had a choice, and I made the right one,” I argued. “Can you please just enjoy the glory and attention you’ll get from this and stop trying to poke holes in it?”

Jordan shook their head. “No, not when I know there’s an angle to this.”

“You want an angle? Here’s your angle: I love you and I wanted to help you, just like I tried to at the gala. If it lowers my ranking or makes me lose followers, I don’t care!” I announced. “I am sick of spending hours making sure total strangers like me and avoiding mistakes. I can help other black girls outside of being a hero, through charity or promoting positive representations of us in media. So please, for the love of all that is good in the world, just accept what I did and enjoy the benefits!”

It was only when the silence filled the room that I realized what I had said. My face immediately warmed, and I felt kind of nauseous. The fact that we never really said the L-word to each other in a year and a half of dating was ludicrous but, we agreed that we did not have to say it if we felt it from each other. It sounded great at the time but the truth was that saying it out loud made it more real.

Suddenly, my dorm did not feel like the safe space where I could cry, binge-watch Psych, or share a joint with Cate. I suddenly felt like a child again as Jordan stared at me wide-eyed. After a few seconds, they spoke.

“Oh.”

Great, that’s what every girl wants to hear after they confess their feelings to their ex. I ran my hands through my locs and started walking towards the door.

“You can go now. Just try to keep the gloating to a minimum,” I whispered.

Before I could make it to the door, I felt a familiar strong hand grip my good arm and pull me closer. I did not have time to react as Jordan pressed their lips against mine. This kiss was much different than any kiss we’d ever had, well, any kiss that I ever had. There was pain, passion, anger, lust, and tenderness.

They slowly pulled away, barely a millimeter from my face, and I exhaled. “You don’t get to ruin your career for me, say that, and then kick me out of your dorm,” they growled lowly.

A tingle ran up my spine as I leaned forward to kiss them again. It was strange that I had almost forgotten how good they were at this, how much I missed this feeling with them. I felt their hands run up the nape of my neck and pull gently on a couple of locs. I pulled away for a second.

“You didn’t give me a chance to fight for us,” I muttered.

Jordan sighed, trailing their hand from my hair to the back of my shoulders. “I didn’t think…I didn’t think I was worth it.”

“Of course you are, you always were,” I insisted.

Something lit in their eyes and Jordan smiled so widely that I thought they might crack. They gently pulled me in closer for a hug, scratching my back with featherlight touches.

“I’m sorry I broke up with you,” they whispered into my shoulder.

“I’m sorry that I made you think you had to break up with me,” I replied. “Thank you for saving me from Luke, sorry for lying about that again.”

They groaned. “Please stop apologizing for that.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

“Besides,” they stood to their full height, “I didn’t do that great of a job.”

Their eyes zeroed in on my bruised neck and then glided to my injured wrist. It was as though I could sense the doubt rising within them and I grabbed their face.

“Hey, this was my fault, not yours. I’m here in one piece because of you, never forget that, okay?”

“Well, I guess when you put it that way…” They smirked and I swatted their arm with my good hand.

“Seriously, do not get a big head from this,” I instructed.

“No promises,” They teased. “So, what now? I mean, I know you love me and all but where do we go from here?”

“You know how I feel and I’ve done enough heart-opening speeches for one day. But, I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about getting back with you ever since you broke up with me,” I said.

“Well,” Jordan rocked back on their heels, “I would also be lying if I said that I haven’t thought about getting back with you too and those posts with you and Andre drove me nuts.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You were jealous?”

Jordan looked away from me for a moment. “He was looking at you all weird and flirty.” “It was a fake relationship and you got fooled!” I cheered.

“It didn’t look fake on his end,” Jordan grumbled.

“Aww, is little Jordan feeling a little sad still?” I sang in a baby voice.

“Don’t do that voice, Y/N,” Jordan warned.

“Or what?”

Quickly, Jordan’s hands started tapping on my sides in rapid succession and I could hold the giant laugh down. Somehow, I wriggled out of their grasp and made a run for it. I made it about halfway across the room before they tackled me into my bed, continuing their attack. I laughed so hard that tears were rolling down my face. After a few moments, they stopped, laughing as well and slowly playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Seriously, though, what do we do now?” Jordan asked, slightly out of breath.

I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Well, I’m open to sneaking around to ease us back into things but I’m also open to suggestions.” Jordan’s hands slowly moved to rub my sides. “Then I would suggest that we pick up where we left off, if that’s okay with you.”

I hummed, pretending to think about it, before quickly pecking their lips. “Of course, that’s fine with me!”

“And you’re sure you don’t care what Liza says?”

I nodded. “Can we please stop talking about her? You have a lot of making up to do.”

“Me? You’re the one who chose a freshman over me.”

“She had a compelling story!”

I didn’t see Liza’s frantic missed calls or texts hours after Jordan and I competed to see who could “make up” the best. I didn’t see any of the memes or clips from Tek’s interrogation of me either. I didn’t even see the comments on our Instagram official post. All I knew was that I was at peace for maybe the third time in my life and I was not going to let anything get in the way of it again.

#black!reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li x black!reader

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sfehvn · 11 months

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Description: Tav takes matters into her own hands when seducing Astarion. A/N: Literally just a thousand words of pure smut. Astarion and Tav have fun being switches for a bit. This was the vibe while I wrote. Enjoy! Xx Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 1,119 Characters: Astarion x Tav

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The sway in your hips was magnetic as you hummed quietly to yourself. The lake's cool water came up to your waist, leaving your chest bare to any prying eyes. Prying eyes there indeed were; a predator skulked silently through the shadows of the trees. He observed you conspicuously. Or so he thought. His presence was no secret; you were determined to give him a show that would leave him yearning for more. Your shoulder blades rolled back as you straightened out your posture. You sensually palmed the frigid liquid over your breasts. Your head tilted back to face the moon as a mischievous smirk played on pert lips. The liveliness that could typically be heard from the campsite had long died down, and you could make out smoke billowing from the snuffed-out fire in the distance.

You had been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to get Astarion alone. Since the night you two shared, shrouded by trees and the carnal lust of one another, he had been the one constant on your mind. Keeping a clear head was necessary; that knowledge was not lost on you. The journey before you and your companions was still a long one. Doing what you do best, you decided to take matters into your own hands. The permanent ache between your thighs would persist until you’ve scratched that itch. Or rather, until Astarion did. The flirtation and teasing had only made your craving for the vampire worse. Pride prevented you from simply voicing your needs to him. Instead, knowing that he’d be out hunting, you settled on giving him something worthwhile to hunt for. You.

Water sloshed and calmed as he entered the water. His form is pressed to yours within seconds, his hard length against your ass. His hands come up to cup your breasts in his palms, lips pressed to your ear as he whispers, “I was on the prowl for a deer, but how could I pass up a meal as delicious as yourself?” Goosebumps rise across your delicate flesh. His cold lips find the crook of your neck, laying wet kisses in their wake. No doubt the same place he’d be feasting upon shortly. Fingers lace into his silver hair, sinking your weight against him. Your back arches in a desperation you try your best to conceal. It’s no use; Astarion is already tsk’ing playfully. “Tell me how you’d like it, darling. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Your little games are not lost on me.” He presses his stiff cock further against you with emphasis on his following words, “You only have to ask. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that pretty little body of yours.”

Dominant demeanor be damned, you needed him. You needed to feel him inside of you. Feel his mouth on every single inch of your flesh. You turn in his arms and disregard the perceptive smirk on his face. Mouths press together, tongues fighting for dominance over one another. He hoists you onto his waist, your legs wrapping around him willingly to maintain your balance as he carries you from the body of water. Your back is pressed to the dirt beside the lake; his hungry hands explore your body. You watch him through half-lidded eyes as his mouth latches onto your clit. Instinctively, your back arches while your hands slink into his hair again. His tongue flicks, circles, and laps expertly at the bundle of nerves. Astarion had a long list of sexual conquests and had specifically been trained to watch for what makes people tick. With you, it felt natural. He watched you, not intending to learn but for his own self-gratification. The sight of you writhing beneath him was one to behold and made his cock twitch in anticipation.

The balance of control shifts. You pull away from his mouth and sit on your knees, pressing his shoulder in a silent demand for him to lay back. Your lips place a teasing kiss on the tip of his cock before your tongue juts out to lick over the side of his length. You take the entirety into the warm confinements of your mouth. It’s only moments before you pull away, producing spit that strings down to rest on the head of his member. You use your hand to spread it over his length, taking your time with the action. You note the way his chest heaves as he gasps, eyes never leaving yours as you slink your leg over his hips. You slide down onto his cock, taking as much as you can before you feel him bottom out inside of you. You position yourself, hands pressed into his chest as you bounce, hair flitting over your shoulders with the movement.

Astarion’s eyes flicker between your face and your breasts, relishing how they seem to react with every slight movement you make. His fingertips dig into your hips as he urges you to go faster. This time, you tsk in response, leaning down until you’re chest-to-chest with him, purposefully tightening the walls of your pussy around his length, eliciting a pleasurable groan from deep in his throat. “This is my little game, hm? Is it not?” Your words are sultry, and he thrusts further into you in response. “Tell me how you’d like it, darling.” You tease, stealing his mockery from earlier.

“Gods, Tav, faster-” A proper moan escapes with his words, his mind spinning with excitement. Grinning pridefully, you oblige, sitting up to work your pussy rhythmically over his length. A whine leaves your throat with each moment, his cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of your hips. You collapse over him from the continued satisfaction, not quite to your peak. He takes the cue. His hands grasp your ass as he pounds upwards and into your dripping center. You bare your neck to him, and he wastes no time with sinking sharp fangs into your flesh. The perfect balance of pain and pleasure pushes you over the edge; your hands grasp at his hair as you feel yourself come undone. His seed fills you in tandem, his name sounding too sweet leaving your lips to hold out any longer.

He continues to feed on you once he’s come down from his orgasm and only pulls away once he feels your already-limp body still further. “Next time you’re feeling hot and bothered, just drop by my tent. As fun as this was, darling, I’m sure it would have saved you a few days of pining after yours truly.” Astarion teases, and you roll your eyes in response. However, you would be sure to take him up on his offer.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 #tav #reader #ascended!astarion x tav #ascended astarion #ascended!astarion x reader #x reader

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twyftwyt · 8 months

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remember this one shot i wrote some time ago? yeah, i’m bringing it back and finishing it.

Noah Sebastian x Reader

warnings: 18+

“I need you to be good for me.” the words coming out of his mouth almost sounded like a sensual lullaby

And he looked so unholy looking down at me. His bare chest falling down with his rapid breathing, his shoulder muscles illuminated in the LED lights of his bedroom, the way his hair fell in front of his face. Everything about him was so sinister and inviting in this very moment. And I was so under his spell, I was ready to do just about anything to please him.

“Can you be good for me, baby?” his hand reached for my face and his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, pulling it down

I nodded, unable to say anything at all, so in awe of his assertiveness. It came so easy to him. He always knew what to say and how to say it to make me kneel and plead and eventually cry.

“Undo my pants for me.”

His thumb was still tracing the outline of my bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly. I reached for his trousers and he lifted his butt off the bed, so I could pull them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. The visible bulge in front of me made my mouth water.

“How bad do you want it?” he said through his teeth

“Please.”

I was looking up at him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes almoat tearing.

“So desperate. Beg for it.” his eyes were locked on mine

“Noah, please.”

My “please” came out as a cry for help. My hands were gripping the side of his thighs and I could feel myself grinding on the ground. A desperate picture indeed.

“Louder.”

“Please!” there was so much strain in my voice

“Prettier.”

“Please, baby…”

My ass was lifting off the floor, my hands moving up his thighs, almost reaching the end of his boxers. He felt so close yet so far away. And I just wanted to taste him. I felt him push his thumb between my lips, waiting for entrance.

“Suck on it.”

And that’s just what I did. I took his finger and licked it like my life depended on it. My head was bobbing up and down on his finger and my saliva was running down his hand. I saw him grip his dick through his boxers with his free hand and instantly moaned at the sight of it. He shifted on the bed long enough to free his dick from his boxers and started jerking it off at the same speed that I was sucking on his thumb.

“Enough now. Don’t get greedy.” he pulled his finger out of my mouth with a pop

I licked my lips looking up at him the whole time, waiting for instructions. His right hand was still around his hard cock, picking up the pace now, his face changing into a new grimace and I instinctively rubbed my center against my heel harder.

“Stop doing that. Behave.”

“I need you to fuck me, baby.” the words came out before I could even think them through

“And I need you to keep your mouth shut and your eyes on my dick. Look what you do to me.”

He was gripping the head of his cock, pre-cum leaking from it and coating his thumb and index finger. His hand was picking this rapid pace and his left hand went to his balls, cupping them.

“Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.”

I didn’t need another invitation as I lifted my skirt high enough for him to see me pull my soaked panties to the side and I dipped a finger inside. My eyes closed immediately and a silent moan came out of my mouth, the feeling of my fingers clouding my vision.

“I said don’t get greedy. Take them out and show me.”

I pulled them out with a groan, raising my hand up to his face. My whole hand was coated with my juices and I saw his breath coming out short as his hand started moving even faster around his shaft.

“Let me taste you. Let me taste how desperate that pussy is for my cock.”

I moved my hand closer to his mouth and he laid his tongue flat out, licking my palm first then moving to my fingers. The moment he started sucking on them I felt the first wave of my orgasm him. I couldn’t really comprehend what was happening, but my body was responding so well to him.

“Breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner, baby.”

to be continued…

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian fic

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OK I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOURSELF BC YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY GAVE ME ITTO BRAINROT HOW?? WHY?? W H A T???? DFCVHBNJNKMLAG

Indulge me with this little thirst

Imagine you're wearing the cutest lacy frilly lingerie set (bonus if it matches his colors black/purple/red) that just accentuates all the right curves and spots, crisscross stripes over your skin aND WHEN HE SEES YOU HE JUST GOES 👀!!!!!!! jaw hits the floor blushing drooling and repeating "babe" your name and freaking out, brain stops working just pulls you up on his big strong arms and sits you on his lap (and BOI his not-so-little friend downstairs is already excited huh)

and you just go :3c all coy and cute and delicate leaning in pressing your chest against his, scooting closer "Itto baby you gotta be careful unwrapping your present, it would be a shame to tear up something so pretty... right?" finger drawing circles on his skin making him SHIVER

AND IMAGINE HIM JUST S T R U G G L I N G TO KEEP IT TOGETHER and be delicate untying the lacy strings like NAH MAN he's got BIG HANDS NOT MADE FOR THIS TASK LMAO

plus you're making it REAL hard kissing and chuckling at his neck and rolling your hips against his crotch slow and sensual

by the time those panties come off they're soaked through with a mix of his pre and your slick asxdcvghjbnjkl

*HSAKING BITING MY PILLOW HORNY GRIP*

MA'AM I WROTE AN ENTIRE FIC WHAT HAVE YOU D O N E i think.... i think you gave me a size kink........ BUT GODS YOUR WRITING IS SO!!!!! *rabid horny crys noises*

i’ll have you know i am quite pleased with myself for making you (and anyone else who will listen) foam at the mouth for arataki mf itto.

‧₊˚ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

‧₊˚ wc — 1.3k

‧₊˚ cw — nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. praise. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). implied squirting.

‧₊˚ a/n — okay, so crys sent me this WEEKS AGO and every time i sat down and tried to answer, the words just wouldn't come out right? BUT THEN i realized itto's bday was only a few weeks away (at the time) and since she describes you as being his "present" IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS...THIS WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT BIRTHDAY IDEA FOR OUR ONE AND ONI KING ARATAKI ITTO!!

poor itto’s just sitting there, looking down between his claws and the cute frilly bra you have on, his big oni head full, debating with himself over whether he should try to be delicate and slowly work the lacy underthings off of you, or throw caution to the wind and get the things off of you as quickly as he can by Any Means Necessary™️. as ravishing as you look in that dainty lingerie, he decides it's worth sacrificing in the name of getting his mouth on your tits as quickly as possible. his hands are trembling a little and his cock is throbbing underneath your thigh when his pretty crimson eyes meet yours, full of unspoken apologies.

but then he gets another idea. a better idea.

what if he can do everything he wants with you without taking the lingerie off at all????

itto grabs two handfuls of your ass, squeezing your plush flesh between his big fingers as he guides your hips, rocking them back and forth to feel the heat of your cunt dragging along his clothed length. he’s so hard and big you can feel the ridge of his cockhead through the thin material of your panties, which are getting wetter with your slick by the second.

you huff a breathy laugh against his neck, shuddering a little when your clit catches on the front seam of his pants. you’re moving on your own when he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face away from his neck so he can press his lips to yours. his kiss is needy and passionate, a quiet groan escaping his throat when you push your tongue into his mouth. oh, he likes that very much, especially when you lick at his fangs with a playful moan.

he cups one of your tits in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, making you whine a little in his mouth. he can feel your hard nipple through the lacy material and pushes the cup of the bra down to let your tit spill out into his hand. he temporarily abandons your fervent kiss to trace the tip of his tongue around your pebbled bud before closing his lips around it to suckle, his tongue still swirling. You push your fingers into his hair, holding onto his horns as your head falls back in pleasure.

he picks you up and puts you on your back before getting on his knees and pushing your open legs back, spreading them wide so he can see the dark wet spot that has formed in the fabric that's covering your juicy cunt. he can smell you and it’s making his cock drool inside his pants. he kisses your folds through the flimsy cloth, the tip of his nose nudging your hard clit as he goes. soft presses of his lips turn into open-mouthed kisses just before he teases your sweet little pearl. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, making you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet muscle as it makes pinpoints of contact with your skin through the lacy panties.

“mmm baby, your pussy tastes so good…fuck,” itto mutters, his voice heavy with lust.

hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, itto moves the lace over to one side, exposing your pink, glistening slit. the sight of your beautiful pussy has him licking his lips...then slowly licking yours. you flinch beneath him, heels digging into his hard shoulders when he flicks and rolls your tiny hard-on around with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. your oni may not be the smartest guy, but he knows how to eat pussy like no other. he pulls off long enough to stick his middle finger in his mouth and get it wet before carefully pushing it in your hole, watching your face with a mischievous grin as your back arches for him when you feel the slight stretch of his thick digit. he slowly fucks you with his finger before adding another.

and you certainly don't have to take anything off to be able to swallow his thick cock. he thinks it’s so sweet when you choke on it bc it shows how much you wanna please him and make him feel good. so he brushes his thumb over your hollowed cheek and there’s so much adoration in his fiery eyes when he groans and tells you how good you are to him. you treat him like a king and he dotes on you bc you’re his queen.

and when he's ready to fuck you, he just rolls you onto your belly and pushes those purple little panties to the side. the thong is hooked around his thumb as he holds onto your hips and pushes his leaking cockhead inside you. little by little, inch by inch, he fills you with his thick oni cock and starts hitting it from the back. your whimpers and gasps of his name spur him on, driving his big dick in and out of your juicy cunt. he watches the way your tight little hole stretches open around his wide shaft, his fang leaving an indentation where he bites his lower lip to keep from cumming too fast. “nhnnn…fuck yeah, baby! takin’ my cock so well…” he praises you as the front of his muscular thighs clap against the back of yours.

a few more thrusts and he pulls out, making you whine. but before you can protest, he’s got you on your back and his huge hands around your ankles, pulling them against the hard plane of his chest. itto’s bedroom eyes are burning into yours when the tip of his tongue swipes across his lower lip as he guides his fat tip back to your hole. he pushes inside you again, his open-mouthed groan harmonizing with your pretty sigh as your wet heat stretches around him, tight and welcoming like he’s right where he’s supposed to be. leaning forward, he puts you in a press and starts fucking you again, but this time it’s slow and deep. irises of molten rock peer into your watering eyes as he tells you how beautiful you are, how good you are to him, how much he appreciates you and the way you’ve given him the best birthday present of all:

you. you, and your love.

your legs are hanging helplessly over his beefy, marked arms. the red straps of your bra have long fallen off your shoulders, your tits spilling out of the flimsy cups and bouncing with every hard thrust of itto’s strong hips. his long, white hair has fallen over his shoulders to tickle your skin, and your eyes soften.

“mmm, happy birthday, my king…” you sigh.

he leans in closer, pressing your knees to your chest, his hips still snapping into yours as he cups your jaw in his big hand. “i love you, my queen…love you so fuckin’ much,” he breathes, then kisses you hard. your tongues swirl and his hips begin to stutter. “fuck, m'so close. cum...cum with me, baby…”

with the way his thick, bulbous cockhead has been tugging at your sweet spot for the past few minutes, you don't need to be told twice. you place your hands on either side of his face and nod, panting. he buries himself deep and grinds into you, his coarse thatch of white pubic hair rubbing your clit as his heavy balls draw up tighter and tighter against your taint.

“oh gods…” he sighs, “...fuck…”

“cum for me, itto,” you gasp, beckoning him as your own orgasm takes hold and he feels you gush all around him, soaking his lower abs and crying his name.

he plants his lips against one of your palms and squeezes his eyes shut, grunting, “cumming…i- nngghhaa fuck!” his hips twitch and jerk into you as the first jet of his hot semen erupts inside you. his oni ancestry ensures that he cums in massive loads, filling you to the brim and spilling out of you before he’s even done emptying himself inside your womb.

‧₊˚ itto m.list || happy bday you big sexy oni *kisses his horns, one at a time*

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if music be the food of love, chapter 8

♥ here you go lovies, it’s series time | chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter nine ♥ summary: uhm yeah he confronts you and goes all demon on you but you're like "babe it's just us babe look at me". reader getting ready to jump off a bridge at any moment because this is the worst confrontation she's been through (but she's having a stone face to not let him win). ♥ relationships: aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic to romance) ♥ word count: 3.7k ♥ pinterest board ♥ notes: she's on artfight, and once again i'm getting catholic on you guys. she also is speaking more often. this story is NOT going to get nsfw but i like a lot of mildly sensual things bc I feel like alastor would do crazy shit and not realize how sensual it is. i wrote this while high (it's 3am) ♥ no tag list rn :3

And so you walk, head tilted downwards, back to the hotel. Chatter silences, and people eye you. Instead of sprinting away, they just back up, not knowing your next move. You watch every crack on the street as you step on them, crushing the gravel and tiny bits of concrete.

Zestial had walked you to the door, basically saying his form of "gg" and leaving you alone.

You think of the place where Alastor found you. Leaving Zestial's little study within Carmilla's professional ownership meant walking through that area and that memory.

Just two overlords find an interest in each other, sparing each other's life in a plan to corrupt the other. That's not exactly humorous.

You suppose it's possible that you'd both somehow taken a form of emotional poison, and it had only taken effect just now, but that's only an excuse for corrupt passion. But at the same time, it's not hard to imagine how this physically attractive person, who's been touchy since the day you met, could have lured you in.

The cars coming up the road don't crash like you expect; they only speed up. You're not angry anymore, that's good.

The demonic deer died without a clue of what would happen, the woman died from drowning. It's a bit reminiscent, isn't it?

The hotel is a cemetery now. Each person inside could be tumbling out the moment the doors open. This is both a suspension of your imagination and the sudden thought that you made Alastor angry. He would have come for you first, right?

The two-door entrance, where you can't lock the doors with the key still inside, felt like introducing your doom. He'd know you're back. Are his ears twitching to the sound of your music? It's hard to imagine that any force outside his heart can penetrate his robust interior. You're special to me because I happen to love you quite a lot.

What kind of expression do you have? Do you look scared shitless, as you feel?

You open the doors, peaking your head in before anything else. You pause to catch your breath. Husk is looking off into a distance, and from this angle you can't tell if his eyes are locked into something or if it's a drunken stare.

When he notices you, he smirks, shrugs, a drunken stare. How dare he have the audacity to smirk at you?

If it hadn't been for the disaster of under an hour ago, Alastor might have given you the usual space. And if he had, you wouldn't have the sense that Alastor was just around the corner. Unless you're delusional with paranoia, it looks like he's on the verge of blurting it out.

You face your fears and walk closer to the foyer, letting the door close behind you. Your eyes dart to the couches, but there is no sign of him.

Even though two demons can sneak up at each other simultaneously, you remain across the hotel from each other.

Husk throws a bottle your way, and it crashes against the wall. You don't jump; you just turn your head slowly.

"His tower." He points upwards.

Good, because you're not going up there. You have space until Alastor decides to come down. He'll likely intrude in your space if you attempt to walk to your room. Should you stay here with Husk? Is that going to summon him quicker?

"Husk."

He rolls his eyes, internally begging for you to leave him alone.

You approach, feet echoing through the silent room. A chill runs up your spine from his hard stare. Was he offended from earlier? It doesn't matter; he's going to indulge.

"When was the last time we saw each other, before all of this?" You suddenly ask.

"At a bar, probably. You'd think you were smarter than me and I'd win every time," he laughs at the memory. "Why? Wanna try again?"

You shake your head. "Was I by chance with Alastor?"

"No."

"In other words, we spent time alone, without Alastor."

"What the hell is your point?"

"Nothing," you give him a smile, "I'm just wondering."

He smiled at the memory, what a cute sentiment.

He growls. "I can tell when you're acting stupid. Stop this little act, it's not going anywhere."

Your smile grows more. "When was the last time you thought about me since then? Before you saw me?"

His eyes squint. "What?"

"Am I not allowed to ask questions?"

"No." He signs again.

You lean further on the desk, nodding with a faux understanding expression. "What if we make an unofficial deal?"

"No."

"So," you continue anyway. "You tell me something I want to know, and in return, I tell Alastor to leave you alone when I'm around. You know he'd listen to me. How does that sound?"

"You could have just bought me beer."

"Will that work?"

His hand goes to his forehead, trying to rub the drunkness from his brain.

"If you don't forget your promise."

You put a hand out, getting his attention again. "And we can gamble again, like old times."

"Sure." He places his hand on the table, staring at them, flexing his claws to prepare for his following words. "What's the question?"

"Did you know Alastor was going to bring me here?"

As he hit his fist on the table, it vibrated, a bottle on the wood shaking a bit. He hadn't touched the drink since you walked over.

His hands lift before dropping again. He wants to sign another why, but that won't satisfy you at this point.

"I think so."

"You think so?"

"He said old friend. I didn't think about it too hard. He said you could help us."

Your spine straightens. Your shoulders raise, your eyebrows furrowing. "That I could help, that's what he said?"

And not that he wanted to be near you again?

"Don't let it get to your head," it's a strange comfort. "He's... Hey, just be cautious."

And then his ears flicker, eyes looking behind you, and you embrace the inevitable. If you could predict the future, you imagine Alastor's hands gripping your shoulders and instantly throwing you to the floor before eating you alive.

Warm breath brushes against your neck, the bangs of a familiar friend hitting your head. Husk turns away. You try to do the same, but a hand wraps around you and pulls you around.

"May I walk you to your chambers?"

"Always such a gentleman."

"Yes, I'm afraid that's true."

What does that mean? Ugh, he's the worst.

His grip doesn't leave you as he forces you to his side, the other hand holding his cane behind him, neither available for communication. This is better than getting his constant teasing.

But he's definitely been planning this since the moment you left. The more you reflect, the more genuine he seems. He hugged you after the meeting and invited you into the kitchen just to rest with you.

As the two traveled, nothing happened for a while. You just try to match his steps while getting comfortable in his rough grip.

And your room approaches. The optimistic part of you wants him to drop you off and leave you alone for the night. But, of course, that wasn't his plan. He stood in front of your door. Did he expect you to open it?

He just stared at it, smile dark, expecting, ready. His grip on your releases.

You reach a hand towards the door knob.

And then the door of his room slams open. A tentacle wraps around your waist, pulling you into the room and lifting you from your feet. It only lets go when Alastor closes the door from behind him.

You don't back away when he strides long and stands before you. He growls, showing his gums and his eyes showing nothing but resentment. He looks at every part of your calm face. His hands lift to grab you but then drop, once again expecting you to move.

After a few seconds of motionless stares, he lifts a hand, touching your speaker, the fast heartbeat pulsating against his fingers. He digs his fingers in the tight space between your skin and the metal. And then he slowly removes it, revealing the strong muscle layer beneath it. You sigh.

You often used to do that, placing your speaker somewhere to sneak up on a victim.

The music goes silent. Alastor kindly holds it in his hand, not letting his claws pierce it. You hate it when your speaker isn't a part of you. It feels as if your heart has been ripped out, and though it causes no pain, the emptiness is a physical and mental anguish.

And then he walks past you, placing the stereo on the table between two lounge chairs. The fireplace ignites. You look at him while he motions to the chair across from him, buttoning down his overcoat and laying it on the head of the chair.

Something horrible is advancing, slowly but surely the situation will only get worse. You try to have a normal stride as you sit on the opposite chair, pushing your dress under you more comfortably, trying not to fidget with your lace, red sleeves.

Whatever passion he shared for you only exists to show signs of warning, his smile more threatening than ever. If you end up dying, you'll die with a look of astonishment on your face.

"Dearest, how do you feel?" He asks. What a pointless question. Does he really expect you to answer? What a sensitive, compassionate question. You almost run away once again.

"Did I betray you?" You ask. "Do I need to apologize?"

His smile widens. Your tone is almost non-caring.

"I'd appreciate an apology, yes."

"Well, I'm sorry for doubting you. I still don't know if you were just joking or not, but judging by this reaction, I, uhm... I'm sorry."

"It's not just anger," he reads your mind.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Jealousy? Aggravation? Hatred?

He continues before you have the chance to lift your hands. "I am fearful, too."

He crosses his legs, soothing his suit. His fingers interlock and rest on his knees, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your response to his rare sensitivity. But then he changes his mind, suddenly raising his hands, signing faster than usual. "Think about it. I presume you've grown to consider me some beast that comes from out the woods. And at the same time, you're just a girl who has clung to me. What does that make you? You melt into my touch while trying to get as far away from me as you can."

"You do the same thing."

And in an instant, his claws sharpen, his hair goes into spikes, and he grips onto the chair. You fight the urge to react in fear. This is just his emotive wall, you remind yourself. At least he's trying.

He isn't giving you room to respond; he hasn't been. "How insensitive. You're trying to dissect me but it won't work, I can see through you."

A stiff shrug is your only response. You squeeze your hands to soothe the shaking before you respond. "You're a trendsetter."

His body grows, contorting, and he lifts himself from his chair, both hands reaching to grab you. Even this smiling shadow circles you. The lights flicker before shutting off completely. The only light is the fireplace and the glow of his eyes, not including the green aura his anger lets off.

"You think this is a joke?"

Not at all. Acting like a scared little girl will only feed his ego; knowing his words messed with you will satisfy him.

This reaction is what you wanted. You stand, hands nearing his face, leaning close, straining your own life by swooping his bangs out of the way, pressing a kiss to the target on his forehead. You force your forehead on his. His hands immediately claw into your skin, a threat, a warning that he's going to break you in half.

But you speak to him, a low whisper. "Your love is not a joke to me."

His hands touch your stomach as he shoves you away. You fall to the floor, body having missed the chair behind you.

"Enough," he signs. "Do not touch me lest I'll take your soul."

You don't even try to sit up, head on his carpet. Your hair falls on either side of your face, and you keep your eyes on Alastor as he crawls just barely over you. You keep a straight face. "You wouldn't hurt me."

One of his hands raises while the other plants by your side, wrist brushing against your ankle. His bowtie is crooked, his collar half up and half down. The disordered fashion is unlike him, you've never seen it before.

"Physically."

And that hand presses on your stomach, clawing at it until the fabric of your dress rips. The warm air hits you. His threatening nature doesn't cause the usual butterflies.

He sits up. "I hate this dress."

When you tilt your head, he continues. "I hate the good memories, I hate cherishing you."

You raise to your elbows, but he slams you back down.

He finally crawls over you, knees cradling your thighs, his hands on either side of you. Your fingers brush against his. He leans down, putting his forehead against yours. His breathing is heavy, his smile is closed, and his lips threatening to open in a snarl. You keep your eyes open; his are calmly closed. Around a minute pasts, the longest minute of your life. His breathing slows, and his body returns to normal. His head remains in front of yours, almost shielding your eyes from his transformation. He tilts his head, not leaning in but changing the angle of his access.

And as quick as he can, he leans back, arms stiff and straight, eyes expansive with fascination. You try to calm your eyes and remain stoic, but your lips part, and your eyes shine in response. He runs his eyes through your upper body, with no sense of salaciousness, staring at the hole in your chest and your hands, relaxing against the floor.

If you're ever in danger, he thinks, it will be the end of me.

"That."

"Yes, that."

Like the rest of this conversation, you wait for him to interrupt you, but his arms relax. He can't stop staring at you, unblinking. Finally, you shift uncomfortably under his stare.

"What?" You pinch your fingers together.

His smile widens. He looks so attractive when he looks down at you like that, attempting to calm his breath, his red button-up wrinkled with violent movements. You log this memory into your brain to hold onto forever.

"The forehead touch, the first time we did that you were wearing this."

His hands slide down your waist, and you try to jolt away. His hands move back. "Apologies."

"I didn't know you liked the forehead thing so much."

"My darling, can't you remember that I initiated it first? But you refuse to remember, silly girl, while I can never forget. There was a swirl of love in your eyes, I had never seen somebody look at me like that. You had lost your mind."

You smile, lips lifting unintentionally. "Didn't you run away?"

His smile drops only a bit. He shakes his head, hands not lifting anymore, and he stands, offering a hand to you. As if you weigh nothing, he lifts you to your feet with one motion.

You change the topic, intending to save yourself. "May I touch your collar?"

He tilts his head up, still remaining silent but smiling, the corner of his mouth returning high on his cheeks at your touch. Your fingers fold his collar back, straightening his bowtie and tightening it. "There you go."

He grabs your wrists, puts them to his lips, and kisses them softly. Instead of dropping them immediately, he leans into your knuckles, holding himself there until you grab both cheeks. His eyes close, and he smiles small.

Can't wait to tell Zestial about this.

This embrace has only ever been in your imagination. You never pictured how warm Alastor was, how he admitted to liking (loving? still difficult to process) you, the way he held your speaker as if it was a newborn kitten, his claws never drawing blood on your skin no matter how much he wanted to, and you'd definitely never imagine his small smiles.

Is this what he has been wanting all along? Was Husk just seeing the worst in him?

Alastor's hands hold your shoulder blades as he pulls you in enough for your hands to still touch his cheeks. His hair rests against the top of your head, making you smile.

But with a twitch of his hands, you both realize something. You have yet to say it back. You bite your lip, leaning away, still not removing your hands from his face. His eyes peek at you, red eyes glowing. Your hands remain in their place.

Think of Zestial's advice, think of Zestial's advice, think of Zestial's advice.

A deep breath leaves you. He straightens his body, your hands falling from him. All you do is lift up your fingers, ily, not sign the sentence, and put it against his chest. He doesn't look at your hand. He stares at you.

Your other hand signs a soft "Please."

For now, he'll accept your hesitation. But he won't again.

You return your hands to yourself. "Let love be without dissimulation." His ears press to the back of his head. He tries to grab your hands, but you don't stop, so you take a big step back. "Abhor that which is evil and cleave to that which is good."

"Those verses mean nothing." His claws bump into each other as he signs, his precise angles long gone.

"They do to me, let love be genuine, Alastor. Mutual affection, don't you understand?"

Another argument approaches: "Do not bring those verses into my life, any of them. You challenged me once, and I will not let you challenge me again."

He points his finger at you, and you stare at it. "Is your love genuine?"

"You're letting words play in your head," he points to his temple, doing the crazy motion. "You're doubting me again."

"You didn't answer."

He reaches forward, fingers curved to emphasize his claws, but he stops his grasp only centimeters away from your shoulders. "My dear, you're driving me crazy."

"You ruined my dress."

"You're always so good at changing the subject."

You can't help but smile. Alastor's anger becomes less threatening the longer it lasts; his sharpened hair and strong shoulders just make you want to caress him into normalcy.

The lights flicker back on. You look around, eyeing the environment you didn't get the chance to see before. "So this is your room?"

His hands drop dramatically.

You sign, "I'm a bit disappointed there's no huge portraits of me, how dare you."

When you're eyeing the bones on his wall, he puts his overcoat back on, pulls the sleeves down, and buttons his waist. The rip around your stomach is the most visible part of your appearance, he snaps it away, glancing off to the side nervously. He needs to control himself more. He needs to stop acting like such a baby around you. But how you look at him draws him in more than anything; he's truly never been around someone who has treasured him as much as you do. Your eyes light up whenever he touches you, and you sulk when he pulls away. Do you live off of the contact? Sometimes it feels like it.

So when you turn to face him again, hands rubbing against the place on your stomach where the rip was, his eyes twitch a bit and watch your hands.

"Ah, my dear, put those hands to better use."

You squint, tilting your head before he wraps his arms around your thighs and lifts you up. You let out a loud woah, hands gripping his neck, his face plush against your collarbone. He feels the dip of the empty space where your speaker once was.

He spins around, gaining laughs from you, his main goal. He wants this night to be a good memory. Your hands roam upwards to the back of his head, your nails digging into his skull, pulling on his hair. He groans, vibrating against your skin, tightening his hands on your thighs. When your hands run up his hair, puffing it up with your touches, he feels a chill down his spine. So that's what that feels like. It's thrilling.

Before you can even process the lack of contact, he throws you onto his bed. You bounce in place, the pillows moving alongside you, and a shadow pulls you higher up, wrapping a blanket around you.

Alastor swipes his hands together, almost clapping. "Get some rest, darling!"

And traveling with his shadow, he looms over you, standing, holding your speaker in one hand. He slips it in place, the music pulsating before starting off again. How exquisite, you must love him.

"Alastor." You try and sit up.

"No, no, darling, put your little head to rest." He pushes you down. "We have to make sure you don't start sulking again, I don't want my residents being tortured by your dear melodies," he snaps his fingers and puts you in your nightly clothes, the red dress draped over the same chair, his coat was, "I'll always be here if you need me."

"I know." You stare at him through your eyelashes. He definitely wants you to try to sleep so you don't go roaming around flustered. What time is it even? Considering his little meltdown, you won't try to test him on it.

"Well," he stands, and you realize how tall he is from this angle. "Try and have good dreams."

You just scoff, turning to your side, capturing a second pillow in your grasp, and cuddling with it. Alastor definitely doesn't use this bed, it smells like nothing at all. Disappointing. You need to change that soon.

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