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norrizzandpia · 4 months

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reader finding out that lando only pursued her bc one of his pr team told him to date somebody of her caliber

I love these kinds of tropes

One-Sided Fake Dating (LN4)

Summary: When Y/n has continuously been used for the image that has pristinely been constructed for her and the connections she has through relation to her parents, she has cultivated a dark image on the world, especially on love. However, when Lando comes into her life and shows her what it’s like to be wanted for who you are and not what you can provide, she begins to open up and she begins to explore what it’s like to be loved and to love. Although, nothing is permanent and what happens when the man she had thought to be better than everyone who had previously screwed her over turns out to be worse?

Warnings: angst, language, sexual references, i build this couple up just have them come crashing down, this one’s rough but all my posts are so its ok, family trauma, me being cliche when it comes to making up fake rich last names sorry sue me

Note: it’s a sad ending but AS WE ALL KNOW i cant take those so there will most likely be a part two lmk if yall want to see that

Part 2 link

She hated these things. Galas where men approached her for the last name written on her birth certificate and women fawned over her dress in order to become one step closer to the opportunities only she held access to. A drink in her hand, the little droplets leaking onto the ring adorning her finger, her eyes gazed upon attendees of the party her father had thrown. Men and women dressed to the nines in designer clothing, a rotten feeling manifested in her stomach. It was indescribably cold, something that settled within her and was a stark reminder that, in a room full of people ready to wait on her hand and foot, she was alone. Neither her father nor mother could make her feel any semblance of warmth, not when they exploited the image she had perfectly curated over the span of her life. The perfect, girl-next-door persona had been all she was destined for when she was birthed into the hands of Nick and Amy Winchester, two heirs to two successful oil businesses. Neither of them had truly made the effort to make her feel as though she was destined for more, other than a pawn in their Public Relations game.

She stared at them shortly, studying their faces and the way they moved about the room, wondering whether she had ever truly known them. Her parents were an anomaly, filthy rich and happy as ever. Although, no one ever knew what went on behind doors.

“Y/n Winchester, how lucky I am to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard so many great things.” A voice startled her from her deep mind, turning it back on to the mission at hand, putting on a front that she had everything she ever wanted.

Turning around, her gaze found that of Lando Norris, a man her parents had never shut up about, having been friends with his father and loving the way he so seamlessly fell into what they had always wanted her to be, but she never quite came close. This man was the image of the self-inadequacy she had been forced to feel from the moment she could slightly understand the concept. She despised him.

The fake smile she had flaunted for years graced her face, “Lando Norris, it’s lovely to meet you as well.”

He extended his hand to her, her fingers falling onto the bed of his as he pressed his lips to the back of her palm. The warm pressure spread up her arm and down her body as they held each other’s eyes. Something about the deep greenness of his made her want to know more, made the hatred and envy she had held for him diminish.

“I have to say you’re even more beautiful in person.” He whispered, lowering her hand but not letting go.

A tinge of red wrapped around her cheeks, “Thank you. You’re quite handsome as well.”

The entire thing felt incredibly mysterious. The way he cradled her hand; the way his eyes pierced hers; the way he was so intoxicating and the way she didn’t know why. She wanted more, wanted to know more.

Drowning in the confusion pertaining to her sudden change of feelings toward him, she couldn’t make out what he had been speaking about. As a result he simply stared at her with raised eyebrows, “Y/n, am I boring you already?”

She shook her head with a soft smile, “No, I’m sorry. Just got lost in thought.”

“About me?” He rubuttled quickly. So quick she couldn’t hesitate or think before she began nodding slowly. Her brain had shrunk at the hands of the smell of his cologne and all she could rely on was the years of PR training.

His eyebrows raised further, “Oh? Well, that’s a good sign considering I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked into the room.”

She choked slightly on her drink, not expecting him to be quite forward, “Sorry?”

He smiled a sinister smile, one that drew her in and made her want to run away all at once, “You’re intoxicating, Y/n.”

She cocked her head, “Is being bold your way of picking up women, Norris?”

He shook his head with a chuckle, ��Being bold is my way of trying to make you fall in love with me. The women of my past are nothing like you, Winchester. I never wanted them to fall in love with me, however, with you,” He leaned in closer, “I want you all to myself.”

Pulsing between her legs told her this night would be ending very differently then she originally intended, “Is that so? I have to say, I’m not entirely opposed.”

His lips were centimeters from hers, his hot breath fanning her face, “Good because I was never going to stop until you were.”

—

In the light of the morning, Y/n’s mind ran wild at the consequences of what waking up in bed next to Lando Norris meant. He was known for sleeping around, for playing women and adding notches to his bedpost. Being another one of his past girls wouldn’t go over well for her image, an innocent and pure one that was meticulously portrayed so no one would see her as something inherently sexual.

However, as his arm slung over her waist, she couldn’t find it in herself to truly care. Sure, she was a bit panicked for what her parents would say, but with the memories of the night before and the dull aching between her legs, she knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

Throwing caution to the wind wasn’t something she typically did, but maybe she could try just this once.

His arm rustled on her warm skin, his eyelids creaking open as he stared at her, “Morning, Y/n.”

She giggled, “Not a good morning for you, Norris?”

His teeth peaked through in a flirtatious grin, “No, Winchester. It is a very very good morning.”

She turned around, slipping out of his arms and off the bed to pull her dress back on.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a grovel in his voice that made her never want to leave the quiet oasis of his room.

She turned around with a questionable glint in her eyes, “Leaving?”

He shook his head and propped his body up on his elbow, leaning over to grab her hand softly, “No, Y/n. Stay.”

There was a pleading in his eyes, one she had never seen in the media and one she had certainly never seen throughout the time they spent together. It made her give in.

She plopped back in bed next to him, his arm fell around her shoulders and he kissed her temple, “Why are you still in clothes?”

She laughed, thinking he was joking, but his hands over the soft skin of her arms as he pulled it down made the joyous sound dwindle down.

She certainly stopped laughing when his lips started descending down her stomach.

—

A persistent knocking on her door had her groaning and running over, “I’m coming!”

Her hand clutched the door knob, throwing open the door of her apartment near her university's campus, before she was greeted with the sweet image of her boyfriend.

She tilted her head with a soft smile, “Lan? What are you doing here?”

He pushed through the threshold, a nice smell of roses hitting her nose as he turned around to face her in her foyer.

“What’s with the flowers?” She questioned as he just stood there with an innocent smile.

He walked closer, planting a short kiss on her lips before whispering, “Happy three months.”

He held the flowers in between their bodies, continuing to grin at her as the occasion dawned on her.

She wrapped him in a hug, taking the red plant from his hands and kissing his cheek aggressively, “You are so cute! Thank you!”

He followed her further into the apartment as she went to the kitchen to put them in water. Questions flew from her lips, “How’d you know? Were you keeping track? You didn’t do this for our one month or two? Also, I thought we agreed to only celebrate the big ones like six months or a year? Was I supposed to get you something? Oh shit, Lan, I didn’t get you something.”

He giggled at her and shook his head, slithering his arms around her waist and pulling her into him when she was done with the flowers, “No, love, I just got a Snapchat memory that informed me it was three months ago today I asked you to be my girlfriend. I was going to ignore it, but I thought against it when I remembered how lucky I am to have you. I thought I’d just remind you of that.”

She blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck, “You’re sweet.”

“Only for you.” He murmured as she closed the gap between their lips.

At first, Y/n was a bit hesitant with Lando. With his past with women, sleeping around and never holding a commitment, she wondered if he would treat her a priority. Although, she was pleasantly surprised when he started speaking to her, treating her better than any of her ex’s. He was kind and gentle, compassionate, empathetic, understanding, and loving. He was everything and she was beginning to think he was her everything.

They continued kissing in her kitchen before she was reminded of the homework splayed out on the desk in her room, stress riddling her body once more. Lando clocked the tension, letting his hands rub up and down her back soothingly before softly speaking, “You okay, love?”

She tried to nod, but shook her head instead, her face pressing into his chest as she huffed, “No, I’m so stressed.”

Lando frowned, “Why? What’s going on?”

She led him to her room, his hand clutched in hers as she dragged him. When they reached her door, she opened it and he found a messy room drowning in papers and textbooks. The sight of it let alone made him panic.

“Christ,” He murmured. His hand squeezed hers in support as the two stared upon the mess.

Her voice became wobbly as she spoke, “I have so many assignments due and my room is a fucking shit show. I can’t think when it’s like this. It just adds to my stress. I don’t know what to do, Lando. I don’t have time to clean my room, I don’t have time to eat, I don’t have time to sleep. I’m fucking drowning.”

She choked up as her words felt suffocating. Lando was quick to pull her back into him, shushing her and caressing the hair on her head as she sniffled into his shirt. He led her to her bed, sitting her down and letting her lean on him, emotionally and physically. When she calmed down, he whispered into her hair, his lips having kissed multiple times there, “How about you sit at your desk, do what you can of your assignments, and I clean your room. I’ll make it spotless that way you don’t have to worry about it and then I’ll make some dinner, yeah? I can order in from your favorite place or I can make it myself. Whatever you want, baby. But, when your room is clean and the food is ready, you will give yourself a break. Trust me, laying with me on the couch and watching movies before going to bed at a reasonable hour will help you tomorrow so you can get more things done. You will get through this.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with glossy eyes, “You’d clean my room for me?”

He chuckled, hands cradling her face, “Of course, love. I’d do a lot more for you.”

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Four hours later, Lando had cleaned her entire apartment, ordered her favorite meal from a diner down the street, and plated it on the countertop of her kitchen. He was pleased with himself when he walked into her room, lightly pulled her earphone out and led her back into the kitchen where her face lit up at what he had done. Falling into his arms, she mumbled quick praises of gratitude into his neck, kissing at the skin as a thank you.

The wrinkles in her forehead had loosened by the time they made it to the couch, his legs kicked up as she sprawled out on him. There was quiet conversation of what they would watch before settling on The Holiday, a movie Y/n had loved since the moment she watched it when she was twelve.

As much as she loved it, however, she fell asleep twenty minutes in. Soft intakes of breath alerted Lando of the sleeping girl on him and he decided to stay there. He watched the movie all the way through, scratching her back softly throughout the entire thing. She moved a bit, but never away from him, always closer to him and his heart warmed every time.

When he laid her down in her bed and she whispered for him to stay, there was no argument in his mind. He stayed and he was beginning to think he always would.

—

“What’s your biggest fear?” Lando said into the darkness of the night as they sat in his car.

Y/n thought it over, knowing exactly what it was, but deciding if spilling that to him was appropriate in a five month relationship.

“Spiders.” She replied, fear taking over and forcing her out of what she truly wanted to say.

Lando looked over at her blankly, “What’s your biggest fear, Y/n?”

She laughed, “Spiders, Lan.”

He shook his head, “Tell me the truth, love.”

She exhaled a breath and began, “Going my entire life without making my parents proud.”

Her sentence hung in the air, her words hitting him as he searched for clarification, “You have made them proud, Y/n.”

She scoffed and shook her head as the feeling of Lando’s hand slipping into hers spread throughout her body in a grave reminder that he was there for her, “No, they have never looked at me long enough to see what I’ve tried to achieve and what I have achieved.”

His eyes bore into the side of her face as he listened intently, “No one knows that my parents are not who they portray themselves to be. Sure, they’re in love and they have fun times together, but they never wanted me. I know that, they know that, the staff, and the people they’ve employed to keep our image know that. They had me out of obligation, out of pressure from the outside world to have a child after they got married. I know they never wanted children, they’ve both said it to me before. From the moment I was born, I was not seen as a human or a baby who needed nurturing, I was seen as an object that could warmly slip into the narrative of their lives and compliment the rumors surrounding them. I was never meant to be anything else than their public pride and joy. Privately, I have never meant anything.”

Lando’s fingers grazed over the skin of her cheek, wiping a tear she hadn’t realized was there. He turned her face to his, forcing her eyes to see the love that ran deep for her, and stated so forcefully, “You are so much more than that.”

She stared at him, not knowing what to say to something that had never been reaffirmed in her entire life, and waited for him to continue.

“For them to disregard you that way shows how shallow they are. It has nothing to do with you. You are not nothing. You should’ve never been exploited and made to feel as though you served someone else. You are wanted. I want you, Y/n. That means something. I know it does because I love you and I want you.” He finished, wiping the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

In a broken whisper, “You love me?”

He smiled at her, leaning in and letting his lips rest just beside hers, “From the moment I met you.”

The words brought life back into her body as she softly giggled through the wetness on her cheeks, “I thought you were trying to make me fall in love with you. Didn’t think the plan was for you to fall in love with me too.”

It wasn’t, he thought.

He kissed her, “It’s hard not to fall in love with someone like you. You are my everything, Y/n.”

Right there. His last sentence echoed what had been repeating in her head for months. A person who loved her just as much as she loved them, what a sight.

“I love you too, you know.” She said, loving the way he continued to wipe residual tears and whisper soft words that contradicted the idea engrained in her head that she wasn’t meant for great things, that she wasn’t intelligent or a force to be reckoned with. Single-handedly, unknowingly, Lando changed her narrative and the idea that, once her parents were gone, she was useless.

He nodded, “I know. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

He wouldn’t, that was the truth. What this relationship was built on, though? He couldn’t bear to utter the words.

Lies.

—

Galas. Something she used to hate, but, with Lando’s hand on her thigh and his jokes in her ear, she began to find fun in them.

“Don’t you think that woman’s dress makes her look like a flamingo?” Lando lowly whispered as he discreetly pointed to someone across the room that had a light pink dress on, ruffled with feathers.

His comparison was spot on and Y/n had to stop herself from snorting out her drink, “Lando! Stop!”

She giggled and he leaned into her, the two a picture of young love. There were others sitting beside them at the table, drinking expensive wine from expensive glasses and observing the famous couple. In the six months they had been together, the public had not ceased to stop talking about the two. Lando had skyrocketed to worldwide fame, larger than what he had possessed before. Y/n being the internet’s it girl, heiress to billion-dollar oil companies and a young woman who had everything everybody else wanted, forced Lando into a large spotlight. There was traction surrounding his name and because of his connection to her, his companies, his career saw an increase in brand deals, income essentially. By just being her boyfriend, everything tied to Lando had exponentially grown. McLaren included. It was everything they had expected.

A little too much wine in one of Lando’s coworkers was dangerous as he blabbered out, “I’m surprised you two are still together!”

There were a few knowing chuckles around the table as everyone eyed each other. Lando gave him a fixed glare, dark and challenging as he tried to plead with the drunk man to stop talking.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as she leaned in, “What do you mean?”

The man threw his hands up as he leaned back in his chair, “Just with the way you two got together, I didn’t think Lando would stick around for this long.”

“Y/n, let’s go.” Lando stood abruptly from the table, his hand in hers as he tried to pull her from the situation.

Y/n shook her head as all eyes stared at her, “No, Lando, what’s he talking about?”

Lando pleaded with her, “Y/n, listen to me. It doesn’t matter. Please. Come with me. Let’s leave.”

She was stuck, wanting to pry into the man’s mind, but seeing the way Lando was begging her to comply.

However, at the end of the day, she was a curious individual.

“Sorry,” She stuck her hand out to smooth down the table cloth, “Can you please elaborate?”

“Y/n-” Lando started, but she just shook her head.

His mind raced as reality dawned on him and the moment where he lost her came to fruition.

Wine sloshed out of his glass as the man drank the last sip before he began, “Lando started dating you because of your last name.”

There was a lingering smile on her lips from previously wanting to keep a happy demeanor at the Gala, but the moment the sentence fell from his lips, it gradually faded.

Lando sat back down beside her and wrapped a hand around her arm, the other on her thigh, and squeezed harshly.

“Y/n, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

The man scoffed, “What are you talking about?! I was there! I was the one who suggested you approach her. I was the one who laid out what would happen to your career if you dated Y/n Winchester. Come on, Lando, don’t be a liar.”

Her heart beat slowly as she scanned the table, the others still sipping on their glasses as they watched the scene play out. Their expressions, lacking shock, made her realize that every person sitting before her knew that Lando’s love for her was a joke. Everyone, but her.

Her head gradually turned to the side, capturing Lando’s eyes with hers. There was still pleading within them, but, this time, he was pleading for her to still love him, for her to not leave him.

To hell with him, she thought.

“Is this true?” She asked, her tone cold and distant as she ripped her arm and leg from his grasp.

He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face in anxiety, “No, well, kind of. Yes, but- Y/n,” He shot up from his chair as she made a move to leave.

She grabbed her purse which was hung over the back of her chair, her legs making quick strides toward the exit. Lando, being taller than her, walked quickly beside her, spewing out words that now meant nothing to her.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” He choked out. She didn’t have to look to know he was crying, “I didn’t know what I was doing. I was half drunk the night we got together, so were you. I always thought you were gorgeous. What I’m trying to say, fuck, is that it was never truly fake for me. You did mean something to me. You mean something to me. Y/n, are you listening to me?”

She threw open the doors to the party, letting the cool air coat the cold blood running through her veins, and whipped around aggressively to face him.

“Did you mean it when you said it?” She yelled, strong front trying desperately to stay up as she crumbled to pieces on the inside.

Lando shook his head in confusion, “When I said what?”

She stopped her foot on the ground, heel threatening to snap under the force, “When you said you loved me! When you said I meant everything to you! When you said I had purpose! Did you mean it?!”

She screamed at him and he stepped closer, but she put a hand up, “Don’t fucking come near me.”

Lando stood helplessly, “Yes, of course, I meant it. Y/n, everything was real for me.”

She cocked her head, “Was it? When did it stop being a ploy for my last name?”

Lando let his head fall to look at the ground, “The morning after we slept together.”

She groaned loudly, tears now falling freely from her cheeks, “Oh! How sweet! So, after you had sex with me, you started truly feeling something for me. If that’s even fucking true. You know, Lando,” She willed his eyes to keep her stare as she yelled, “You’re no better than everybody in there. I told you how I’ve never had anybody be in my life without wanting what comes with having a name like mine. I told you, I confided in you, how much it hurt for a ten word name to mean more than the feelings I have, to mean more than who I am as a person. You’re no better than my father, my mother, and everybody else who has exploited me in the past. Actually!” She continued, not caring that Lando was wiping tears off his face with his white button up, “Actually, you’re worse than all of them. At least, they were obvious with wanting me for the things I could give them. You made me think you loved me. You made me think that you fell in love with me for who I am. You made me think that I was finally being seen as a human being.”

Lando shot back, “I do love you, don’t fucking fight that. Don’t question that. I sure as fuck fell in love with you for who you are and I see you as who you are. Your last name doesn’t mean shit to me, Y/n.”

She hit his chest with her hand, “But, it did! It did, Lando, and that makes this fucking tainted! You’re just like them! You’re just like-”

She broke down into sobs, crying pathetically into his arms as he tried to coax her. The sound of betrayal was evident in the way she cried, a different kind to the one he heard before when her parents dismissed her or someone tried gaining something from her. This betrayal cut deep because of the love that clutched her heart and refused to let go even in the wake of what he had done. This betrayal ruined any semblance of trust she had with the world, demolishing it for anyone that tried to do what he attempted; to love her.

A moment went by, Y/n gathering herself and realizing she laid in the arms of someone she no longer trusted, and she forcefully backed herself away from him. Wiping her tears with his suit jacket, the one a bit too big for her because it was tailored to his frame and the one he had given her earlier in the night when she had grown cold, Y/n stopped meeting his eye.

“Delete my number from your phone. Never fucking talk to me again. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” She murmured, turning around and trying to walk down the dark street before Lando reached out to grab her arm.

When he forced her to turn around, his eyes were bloodshot and begging for forgiveness, begging for her, “Y/n, I love you. Please. Please.”

Still, she couldn’t meet his eye, softly and defeatedly whispering, “I will never be able to figure out if you love me for me or love me for what I can give to you. That is why this will never work. That is why you need to let go of my arm and let me go back to my apartment without you. That is why you need to let me go.”

He kept a hold on her arm and on the life he wanted them to have together, “Y/n, I can show you. I can show you how much you mean to me. Please, just give me another chance.”

She shook her head, “Goddamnit, Lando! Let fucking go of me! This is ruined! It will never be the same! You have done the worst possible thing. You have hurt me in the worst possible way. You have treated me the way everyone else has. I am not something you can use because you are greedy.”

He nodded his head intently, “I know. I know that. I always have.”

Fed up and emotionally distraught, Y/n ripped her arm from his hold and no longer did he reach out for her when her last parting words were, “No, you always haven’t. If you always had, you would’ve never approached me and we would’ve never found ourselves here.”

A/N: part 2?

UPDATE: part 2 posted

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bimbopawz · 1 year

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genuinely how do i tell if i'm attracted to guys or i'm just forcing it, i'm not sick anymore so maybe i have a clear head to question this-

#Luz barks #i genuinely can't tell if i'm actually attracted to guys or not #i just know i think of my relationship and stuff and for some dumb reason #i focus on instead 'hm losing our bi and lesbian dynamic label doesn't sound right' for my relationship #it jus feels like it's supposed to click when Ami refers to our stuff like that #like it feels like it's *supposed* to click when she calls our little minecraft house 'bi and lesbian cottagecore house'#i feel like if i talked it out with her i would understand a lot more and maybe come to a conclusion..#but also i'm too nervous to ask partner system if i could hang out with Ami soon cause they're all so busy

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avis-writeshq · 28 days

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hello 😘 aaron hotchner drabble request!

anything with jealousy and possessiveness but in a natural normal way not a joe goldberg way haha

and also - aaron sees you wearing his hoodie/shirt drabble!

thank you and your work is amazing!

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily a/n: i wrote it and the more i wrote the more i realised that it... really isn't the same at all :( if you want me to redo it, please send me an ask !! thank you lovely <3 wc: 631

“You would think that he would know by now,” Emily hums, her tone disapproving and mostly disappointed as she watches from a distance as Captain Pembroke attempts to chat you up.

“He’s a captain?” Spencer asks in genuine amazement.

“For NYPD’s major crime unit,” JJ confirms, her arms crossed over her chest. “He tried to hit on Emily a couple days ago, and on Amy from the fourth floor. I wouldn’t be surprised it he has some sort of sealed file on him.”

Emily scoffs a little, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a charmer.”

“The bigger question is, does Hotch know?” Derek pipes up as he glances in your direction.

“Well…” JJ lets out a nervous laugh. “I kind of hope he doesn’t.”

You offer a curt smile in Pembroke’s direction, doing everything in your power to subtly signal that you really should be leaving. Fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt, averting eye contact, taking tiny steps away in hopes that he’ll somehow get the message. It isn’t surprising that he doesn’t.

“I beat my PR yesterday, you know,” he brags, flexing his muscles. You think you’re about to throw up as he continues, “129. Impressive, right, hun?”

“The average amount of pounds an untrained man can lift is 135,” you respond dismissively in an attempt to lean into Spencer’s way of getting people to leave him alone, but Pembroke doesn’t seem to hear you.

“You know, sweets, I don’t think you should even be in this job. You’re far too foxy,” he says with a wink, “You’d be better in a different job. I mean, women aren’t fit for these types of roles. They get too emotional.”

You refrain from punching his face as it will only prove his point. “Listen, Ken–”

“It’s Keith–”

“Kyle,” you amend with a sickly smile. “I do need to get these files to Agent Rossi, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Aw, come on, it was only a joke,” Pembroke says with a laugh. “It’ll be fine–”

“There you are.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life. Aaron’s hand rests flat against your back, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt and he stands behind you. Aaron is a good couple of inches taller than Pembroke, especially when he stands at his full height, his dark eyed narrowed and his jaw clenched.

“Did you need something from my agent, Captain?” He asks lowly.

“Just pleasant conversation,” Pembroke responds dismissively.

Aaron raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from your uncomfortable frown to the captain’s smug face. “We have three missing women and you are disturbing an investigation by disrupting my agents. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to your superiors for harassment.”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, guiding you by the small of your back towards his makeshift office in the New York Police Office. He doesn’t say a word until the door is firmly closed and the blinds are drawn.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, taking a step towards you and curling his fingers by your cheekbone. “I heard what he said. Do you want me to report it?”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” You don’t mean to sound so honest when you say it and his frown deepens.

“That’s not okay, honey.” Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll report it. You know how it is with cases like these; someone just has to put the first step forward.”

You smile at that, poking at his cheeks. “I thought you were going to hit him.”

“I thought you would’ve beat me to it,” he admits through a quiet laugh, giving you a proper kiss. “We shouldn’t make this into a habit.”

“Tell that to Kimberly.”

“That isn’t even close.”

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white-spirit-of-darkness · 2 years

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ive decided that every time i mess up gender in french it's actually me being nonbinary

#just wrote mon amie to refer to a little lizard i saw in a bathroom #so actually the lizard is nonbinary and he told me herself #french adventures tag

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drvscarlett · 1 month

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Let him cook pt 2

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef!reader

Series Part: 1

taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life

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CharlesLeclercUpdates Charles Leclerc appeared in MasterChef Australia episode "Cooking to Survive"

User1 Ariana what are you doing hereeeee??

User2 I thought only f2 drivers were allowed for that, why was Charles wandering around

User7 In his defense, Ollie was with him. Maybe Ollie got invited and Charles tagged along.

User3 Okay but did anyone notice how his eyes lit up when Y/N talked to him. The boy was whipped!

User8 Charles can't get Y/N, he can't even cook User9 Agree User8! Besides Y/N has a long-time boyfriend, they are super cute. Do you all not watch the different challenges she dedicated to him?

Y/NCooks posted a photo.

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YNCooks what a stunning day! We won today as the captain of the red team and coincidentally there was a red team 1-2 as well??? #AlwaysBetOnRed

User1 Mother you slayed!!! I was so surprised to see you at the GP!

YNCooks me too!! This is one of the best team challenges ever.

User2 Charles is on the likes. Charles is on the likes.

Charles_Leclerc Congrats on your win!!!

Y/NCooks Thank you! You too, you did great!!!

User3 The collab of this masterchef and f1 community is not on my bingo list.

User4 Y/N's boyfriend how are you feeling that Charles is stealing your girl away??

"Are you seeing this right now? They thought that I am stealing you away" Charles grumbles over the phone. You can't see him right now but you can actually visualize the frown lines forming and the soft scowl that he has on his face "Why would I steal my own girlfriend?"

"Oh mon ami"

"And did they even watch the episodes? Like couldn't they piece it together that I'm the one that you are referring to I mean the cake and then the adopted italian narrative" Charles continued to rant on

It was adorable to hear Charles like this. How you wish that you weren't just conversing over the phone, how you wish that you could be there for him right now.

"Y/N you still there?" Charles' voice brought you out of your musings.

"Yep, I'm still here. Just a little bit tired" you explained

"You had a really long day mon amour."He says "I'm really so proud of you. You are slowly achieving your dreams"

"As I am very proud of you Charles. You always shine the brightest when you are up on that podium. I wish I could be there on the front lines cheering for you"

"One day you will be"

There is a peaceful silence shared between the two of you. The thing about you and Charles was that you both understand that this is a better situation than being under scrutiny by everyone. Charles had his fair share of public relationship and he learned a lot from it. He just wanted to keep this as his for a little while longer.

"I love you, I'll see you soon" "Love you more honey"

Risotto challenge

You were not always having a good day in the kitchen and this is one of those episodes that you did not do well hence the elimination challenge. The judges commented that there was no problem with the dish that you made but it was simply not as risky as what the others did. So you are really driven to show them creativeness.

Charles was watching the episode with so much dread as he hears that the elimination dish is a reinvention of a risotto. He watched enough MasterChef season with you to know that this dish is the death dish aka the dish that usually sends people home.

He understands the dilemma that you are facing right now, play it safe and stick to the classic which means it won't stand out or play it risky and be booted for elimination.

"I'm making Quinoa risotto" that was your bold decision and Charles couldn't believe his ears.

"Mon amour, risotto is rice. Quinoa is not rice" Charles mumbled to himself

"I know its a big risk but I have to show them that I am a risk taker and that I am a MasterChef winner material"you confidently state in the interview.

It was a stressful few minutes to Charles as he watched how the judges has already decided that the idea of a quinoa risotto would be an utter disaster. Nevertheless, he saw the determination in your eyes and how you defended why you opted to go for a risotto.

"Do you often cook quinoa at home?" Matt asked as he and Jean Pierre White scrutinize your table.

"I don't really" you replied with a shy smile "Well truthfully I don't even know what quinoa is before my boyfriend introduced me to it. It was a part of his diet so I went ahead and learn how to cook quinoa so he could eat"

This was new information for Charles and he felt warm with this new fact. He remembers how every time he visits you, there will be a variation of his diet meals that will ensure that he won't get bored of food and still be on track with his diet. He takes note that he will be grateful for that when she comes back.

"We're looking forward to taste that risotto" Matt says

Time went by and Charles let out a small sigh of relief after knowing that you completed your dish. Charles have full confidence with the dish that you made and he hopes that the judges will take a new perspective with this quinoa risotto.

"Quinoa is not a risotto" Marco Pierre White stated. It was all so menacing how he said it with flat emotions and a monotone voice. Charles could feel himself sweating as they tasted the dish.

"But this is another take that I will welcome" Another sigh of relief for Charles. He knows that you got this in the bag.

Cooking for a special someone

"We're now down to a challenge for the top two spots in the MasterChef kitchen, are you excited?"

Everything was so surreal. Starting from 20 and now they are down to the last 4 contestant. You were so grateful that you are another step closer to your dream of being a MasterChef winner.

"For this week, we will be bringing in some important guests who you will need to impress in order to secure a spot as a MasterChef finalist."

The contestants were asked to step one by one. You started to notice that they brought in their loved ones and you were fidgeting a bit because you don't know who they will bring out.

"Last but definitely not the least, Y/N step forward" Gary says "Are we gonna meet the boyfriend?"

"Oooh the boyfriend. We have been hearing about him for ages now" Matt teased

"The boyfriend is very busy" you replied as you remembered that he is probably in America right now.

"Oh cmon, cant he miss out a day or two"

"Its a job hazard to miss out a few days" you answered. It's all about the points so you really can't fault Charles not wanting to miss a single day at work.

"Okay in that case, our mystery guest for Y/N is............."

The MasterChef door opens and you were surprised to see not one but two Leclercs.

"What are you doing here down under?" you asked as you gave them a hug

"We're going to support you obviously!" Arthur grinned

It was weird because this was the first time that you will be with Arthur and Lorenzo with cameras rolling. You were nearly in tears when you hugged the two of them. Without even asking, you knew right away that Charles sent them since he will be busy with the races.

"And who are they to your life Y/N?" the judges asked

"This is Arthur and Lorenzo, they are very close friends. They treat me as if I'm one of their own" you smiled.

"I'm sure you are going to be inspired to cook now that you have them around"

The pressure was definitely on especially when you were told that there is a need to present 2 dishes, one sweet and another savory in 75 minutes. However, you were pumped to hear the cheers coming from the balcony as Arthur enthusiastically showers you with compliment while Lorenzo takes photos.

Charles, on the other hand, has been constantly checking his phone, now that he is done with free practice. He felt quite jealous that his brothers were able to see you and support you in person. Although, he was quite happy that they are having the time of life supporting you.

Lorenzo texted him about 30 minutes ago that they will be judging and eating the food that the contestants made. He was slowly getting impatient of the results, he wanted to know what's going on.

1 new text message.

Lorenzo: She got in! She's a finalist!!!

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “Forgive me father, for I have sinned!” he gasps, and you flash a grin so wide it bares almost all of your teeth.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: hazbin hotel | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: alastor/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 5.00k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom reader, sub alastor, amab reader ( no pronouns used ), alastor getting railed in his lil nun outfit, religious sacrilege/blasphemy, brief religious roleplay ( alastor as a nun and allusions to reader being a priest ), non-sex repulsed alastor, anal sex ( male receiving ), assholes being referred to as cunts maybe twice or so, begging, crossdressing, ass-eating, anal fingering, alastor makes a couple deer noises, also he has a tail ( bc ofc he does duh ), reader has a longass demon tongue, breeding kink, alastor’s called a doe several times, small amount of degradation, the word mate is tossed around, multiple creampies, overstimulation, brief cockwarming, beginnings of aftercare, alastor named his shadow ‘Ami’.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: i saw the nun outfit and immediately got hard <3 | 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃! — @mrskreideprinz . @p-ersus. @herohibiscus .

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

The moment Mimzy had finally left and Alastor had seen the dark look in your eyes from the corner of his own, he’d known he was fucked — he’d known it, you’d known it, and you wouldn’t be surprised if certain hotel guests had known it as well. You’d been watching him with those eyes since he’d started his little verbal spar with the King of Hell a short while ago, and if nothing had changed in your gaze… well. Once his eyes had locked with yours, you’d raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to say something. He’d chosen not to, tightly gripping his cane in both hands as his heart starts to race a little beneath his pretty suit coat, a fine companion to his slowly quickening breathing. The others don’t seem to understand what’s happening, not all of them at least, and Charlie turns to you as her eyes flick back and forth between the two of you in concern that you wave away with a small, gentle smile, your eyes soft when speaking to her.

“Is… Is everything okay, guys?” she asks hesitantly. Alastor remains silent, watching you attentively as you stare back at him, before flinching slightly when you speak. The movement seems to put everyone on alert at once, but you barely pay it any mind; he obviously wasn’t scared of you, he’d never have to be.

“There’s no need for you to worry, hun, everything’s fine,” you say warmly before your eyes darken again as you gaze at your partner. “Alastor and I just need to have a word. Privately.” Everyone’s eyes fall on Alastor, whose ears give a now large twitch before he melts into his shadows, leaving you behind in the main room with only the others as company.

“Are you sure everything is fine?” Vaggie questions through narrowed eyes, clearly not believing what you’d said before; maybe she even believed he was running from you, frightened. You just chuckle, knowing better, before turning and walking to the stairs.

“Believe me, Miss Vaggie, everything is going to be perfect. We just need to talk, is all.”

“Is that all you’re gonna do?” Angel asks through a dirty grin, and you look over your shoulder at him briefly before letting a tooth-filled smile of your own overtake your typically relaxed features. You’d guessed he’d know, after all.

“I believe that’s for me to know, thank you,” you reply simply, making his eyes widen and his drink slosh as he starts giggling from his seat at the bar. You glance at Lucifer before you fully ascend the stairs and say, “It was wonderful meeting you, Your Majesty, but what a pity that our first interaction went the way it did; hopefully the next will be less dramatic.”

He blinks up at you in surprise before replying, “Y-Yes, that would be… That would be nice…” and you chuckle and fully take your leave. It doesn’t take long to ascend to the final floor that housed the bedroom you shared with Alastor; try as he might to sleep in his radio tower, you always refused and after a brief period of pouting he typically came to bed. Fishing your room key out of your coat pocket, you unlock the door then close it behind you, ignoring the shape of your husband to your left as you turn and lock the door. Once it’s secure, you toe off your shoes and take off your coat, haphazardly throwing it across the back of the loveseat nearby alongside Alastor’s before turning to look at the figure you’d been so steadfastly ignoring.

As you’d known before even walking in, he’s waiting for you there, sitting on the bed with one long leg crossed over the other. His shadow is nowhere to be seen, likely having been sent off somewhere, and his cane has been discarded just like his suit coat and shoes, but more importantly he’s clothed himself in the outfit he’d worn that had led to this very moment. Your eyes drink him in, soaking up the alterations to an already heat-inducing picture; your gaze starts with the long black skirts of the now slightly form-fitting habit he wore, two long slits running up the sides of the skirt with loose red stitching holding them together at his hips. You stare at the red criss-crossing threads against his skin before your eyes slide up further, not missing the way his chest heaves slightly as his breathing quickens as they go; just as you’d suspected, this wasn’t a one-sided interest. His ears twitch again and again above the veil he wore, betraying his attempt at containing his own excitement ( that and the bulge at the front of his habit ), and his tongue kept darting out the tiniest bit to wet his lips.

You grin at him, slowly beginning to unbutton your shirt. “Good evening, sister, how may I help you tonight?” you purr mockingly, and he swallows hard before huffing in fake annoyance.

“So you wish to go even farther than simply take me in this ridiculous ensemble,” he mutters, crossing his arms and looking away with the faintest flush to his cheeks. You laugh.

“I never asked you to put this on again, dear,” you remind him gently, your eyes sparkling with amusement, fighting off the urge to snicker when his eyes widen ever so slightly in realization and his ears pin back for a moment. “You surprised me with it all on your own… am I not supposed to enjoy such a beautifully wrapped present?” You take a seat on the plush blue chair you’d purchased a few years back that Alastor had moved to the room the two of you shared in the hotel, and pretend to ignore the tiny whine he makes when you don’t come to him immediately and instead just sit there with an unbuttoned shirt and spread legs in your work pants.

He takes it upon himself to stand, slowly making his way over before sitting on one of your thighs; you’re delighted to see his fluffy tri-colored tail sticking out of the back of the habit he wore, wiggling sharply when you place a warm hand on one of his hips as he leans his side against your front.

“Imagine what the church would say,” he breathes through a small laugh of his own while wrapping one arm around you, and you bark out a laugh.

“Well, considering where we are, I’d assume the church has no power here, wouldn’t you?” you tease, before licking at your bottom lip. “Of course, if you wish me to play the part…” You let the option remain unspoken, an invitation if there ever was one, and he whines again quietly and bumps your temple with his forehead affectionately as one hand goes down to your crotch, closing loosely around your hard cock through the fabric of the front of your pants.

“N-Need it,” he whispers, and you tilt your head to the side a little, acting like you don’t understand just to tease him some more.

“What do you need, Alastor?” you ask, placing a fleeting kiss against the column of his throat. You can feel his pulse racing beneath your lips and fight to hold yourself back.

“Forgiveness,” he says quietly, and if it was even possible you manage to get harder in the confines of your pants.

“Do you have something to tell me, sweet boy?” you ask, heart thumping hard and fast in your chest and your cock twitching in your pants in anticipation of his answer. A shaky whimper falls from your lover’s lips, and you fight off the pleased laugh that bubbles up in your throat at the sound.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned!” he finally pleads, and you flash a grin so wide it bares almost all of your teeth before taking him by his slim waist and manhandling him until he has two hands against the wall and his ass out and ready to present for you.

You grind your crotch against his ass, hissing slightly at the stimulation. “We’ll have to bypass any further confession, pet,” you growl softly, feeling the way he trembles against you; it only serves to get you more excited, “A swift punishment is the only way for you to repent.” He whines softly, his head falling forward to hang down as his claws dig into the wooden wall. As he pushes his ass back against you, you can feel that fluffy tail of his wagging back and forth excitedly, and it only serves to make the heat in your belly grow.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you growl out a low, “Keep your hands on the wall,” before dropping down onto one knee behind him, pushing the back half of where his habit’s skirt was slit up and over one hip, giving you complete access to where he wanted you most. Placing one hand on either asscheek, you spread them apart and press your tongue to his hole all at once, coating it in a thick layer of drool as you worm your tongue inside. He’s trembling, you can feel it, and it does nothing but serve to make you growl out a laugh into him as you taste him deeper and deeper. You press your middle finger against his entrance alongside your tongue and gently ease it inside; as desperate as you both were, and while you both may be in Hell, you’d be damned if you hurt or scared him; Alastor wasn’t the biggest fan of fucking, so whenever the urge struck him and he acted on it you made sure to make it a memorable, positive experience.

“Please, please, please…” he whimpers above you, pushing his ass back onto your mouth and further onto your middle finger. You curl it up inside, ghosting it over his prostate and making his hips jump as he lets out the same surprised bleat he always did when you toyed with it, thrusting back into your touch as if presenting for a buck that wasn’t wholly there. You press a second finger into him alongside your tongue and the first, and he moans low, his thighs shaking in front of you. You swirl your tongue around in his insides, curling it around and between your fingers and flicking it over his prostate to play with it while your other hand moves from where it had rested on one of his hips, going back and forth from pumping his hardened cock ( using your own drool dripping from his hole as lube ) and toying with his heavy balls. Each noise the motions earned you was music to your ears, and you knew that if you turned the wriggling demon above you over that there’d be a massive wet print where his dick was leaking into the front of his skirts.

Latching your mouth around his hole, you suck at his entrance one last time before withdrawing your tongue entirely and pulling your mouth off of him; you laugh as he whines at the loss and playfully bite into the meat of his ass, inciting a shrill shriek to fall from his lips in time with you standing up behind him and pressing your front to his back. All the while you pump your fingers in and out of him, adding a third as you begin nipping at his throat and stretching him so he can take your cock, relishing the whorish sounds dropping from his lips as readily as the quick quips he’d been throwing at the King of Hell not too long ago. You use the hand that you’d been using to play with his dick to unbutton and unzip your pants, letting them drop to bunch around your thighs as you take your cock by the base and take your fingers back from your mate with a wet, lewd noise that you knew you’d be thinking about for the next few weeks whenever you tugged at your dick. He sobs slightly at the loss, taking a step back to chase your fingers while still managing to keep his hands on the wall only to let out a loud moan when you slap the tip of your cock to his stretched hole, teasingly slipping your tip inside for just a moment before taking it away just as quickly.

“What do you want, Alastor?” you ask, circling your tip around his rim as he lets out a soft sob. He knows that you know what he wants, and you know that he knows that you just enjoy bullying him too much to give in so easily — and yet again you both know how much the two of you love this dynamic far too much to change it.

“In me, want it!” he moans, the static that had been jumping here and there in his voice almost overlapping it entirely. You give him little time to prepare himself further, instead completely seating yourself deep inside him all at once, and a shrill scream and a surge of power bursts the lightbulbs nearest to the two of you before all the modulations he kept on his voice collapse and he sounds wholly like Alastor.

You press inside.

The heat hits you all at once, and you melt into Alastor as you sink all the way inside of him, draping yourself over his back like a weighted blanket. He pushes back into you, his body beckoning you deeper, and you groan at the feeling of his fluffy tail swishing back and forth between your bodies again as you slowly pull out before thrusting back inside gently.

The best way to ensure he was comfortable was to let him set the pace as he pleased; whether you were domming or not, he’d still get to call the shots here ( in certain areas, at least ). That was why when he begged for you to do more, you listened.

“Faster, faster — harder!” he gasps, and you groan and slam a hand against the wall by his head to hold yourself up while doing as told. you make sure to remember to snatch up his weeping cock in your free hand as well, jerking it and toying with it in a way that would have him writhing even if he’d not already been speared on your cock.

“Look at you,” you spit mockingly. “You’re not a buck at all — just a pretty little doe spreading her legs for me, like some wanton slut.” Alastor moans, pushing back into you hard in an attempt to get your cock even deeper inside.

“Yes,” he hisses lowly, his sharp claws shredding wallpaper and splintering wood as he grasps at the wall as told, “Yes, ‘m your doe, yes — more, faster, harder-!”

“As my doe commands,” you purr, and you begin hammering into his sloppy mess of a hole with an aggression you’d been holding back until the proper moment. His silky insides slide over your length so perfectly, clenching tightly around you as you pull out before thrusting back in, and his hips thrust back to meet yours as you fuck into him as brutally as you can manage — after all, though he was a man of few words right now, this was what he was wanting. You’d been with him long enough to know that.

Your eyes flicker back and forth between the way he’s digging slashes into the wall from the pleasure as well as where your thick cock is disappearing into his wanting cunt, and you groan, the sight coupled with the stimulation and the time that felt like hours of waiting while aching in your pants before the two of you had managed to escape to your bedroom just helping ease you that much closer. It won’t take much, you know that, considering with Alastor it never had; he just ticked every last box for you — he practically had your cock well trained and on a leash.

A series of shrill bleats are punched out of him when you buck into him especially hard, your fat tip gliding hard across his sensitive prostate. His thighs tremble and he has to fight to hold himself up, the sight making you laugh through low moans of your own. Soft murmured pleas reach your ears as he begs for it, for what you’d promised him, and the tautness in your abdomen tightens almost painfully as you fight the need to cum.

“F-Fuck, ‘m close — where do you want it, Alastor?” you ask, your voice a rumble that has a shiver shooting up his spine.

His voice is shaky as he moans out, “P-Please, cum in me, breed me, I want it!” all while you fuck into him, and you fight off yet another urge to snicker. He was never above begging for anything when he had your cock in him.

“Ah, you want me to put a little fawn in you, sweet boy?” you mock, your fist tightening around his hard cock, and he lets out a wordless wail as you pump it roughly in time with your thrusts into his soon-to-be-sloppy cunt. “Want me to pump you full until it catches, make you swollen with my spawn?”

“Yes! I want it! Please, let me have it!” he moans, ears flat against either side of his head and sporadically twitching. The front half of the skirt of his habit has to be drenched by now, you’re sure — you can feel a wet spot larger than your fist wrapped around his length at the front of it with each pump, and you can only dreamily hope that it’s even larger; seeing your husband thoroughly debauched and soaked in his own fluids while dressed up for you would be a divine way to preface a long, wonderful nap.

You breath out a shaky, “Yes, sweet boy, take it — It’s all yours, as much as you want,” and a sharp cry falls from his lips as his cock jerks in your grip and begins painting the insides of his skirts with his cum. At the same time he’s clenching so hard around you that you let out a heavy roar and grasp at his hip with one hand while throwing your forearm around his throat. Your claws bury themselves at the same time as his bury in the wall, his eyes rolling back as he feels a thick, familiar warmth filling him so very deeply inside. Your hips rut into him messily, lacking any rhythm or rhyme as you fill him and he takes it all. Licking his spend off of your hand, you wrap it back around his sensitive cock and bite down on his nape to hold him still, ignoring his small shrieks from overstimulation as your coax him into another — albeit smaller — orgasm; he squeezes around your cock again as he cums, drawing every last drop from you, and the two of you stand shakily together as you drift through your highs.

Gently you release your jaws from where you’d bitten down, your tongue lapping at the deep imprints of your teeth that you'd left behind before burying your face against his skin. “F-Fuck, yes,” you breath into his neck, holding him tight as your heart pounds in your chest, his own no doubt doing the same.

After another few moments, you release him and step back slightly, carefully drawing your still-hard cock from inside him and watching as your cum starts to show itself in the slight gape in him you’d left behind. Globs of your thick cum follow your cock’s exit, escaping his hole and dripping down his taint and sack before falling into a puddled mess on the floor. Almost instinctively you reach out and press it back inside with two fingers, your pupils dilating as he moans and presses back into your touch needily; was he not sated yet? Typically he drew the line at a single orgasm, maybe two if he was feeling frisky like today, but that was few and far between.

Prying his claws from the wall, he whirls around and advances on you, licking his lips hungrily as he goes. “M-More, I need more —“ he growls lowly, eyes wild and hungry as he herds you back to the bed with his intent blatant and obvious. He pushes you down onto the plush mattress once the backs of your knees hit it and hurries to straddle you, humming excitedly as he mounts you. Licking his lips, he lines your sensitive cock up with his hole again before plunging down on it, taking you back inside him all at once; his claws dig painfully into your shoulders, and your eyes roll back a little at all of the sensations, soft curses falling from your lips.

He starts bouncing hard on your cock, grinding down viciously with each harsh drop, and he hiccups out little wanting sobs in between each motion, “Give me, give me, give me — let me have it, you said-!” His demands have morphed into desperate pleas as he begs, his cock bobbing wildly as he rides you as fast and hard as his body will allow.

Wanting an unhindered view, you reach up and slice at the stitching holding his whorish rendition of a nun’s habit together before not-so-gently tearing it away and throwing it to the side, your eyes drinking in the sight of his bare body ( aside from the veil, which you intended to keep ) as he rides you. “F-Fuck yeah, that’s it sweet boy — take it all, it’s all yours…!”

A long, drawn-out moan falls from his lips, followed by a wordless whine that signals that his legs are getting tired. Sitting up, you fist one hand around his fluffy tail and tug him around by it, making him shriek in time with each thrust of your hips. Using his tail to maneuver him how you wanted and adding that extra zing of pleasure-filled pain you knew he enjoyed for a moment, you decide to take the lead again, flipping the two of you over so his back is against the bed and your fucking into him while facing him this time. One of your arms wraps around his middle to tilt him up just enough that each thrust is easy, the against the mattress to hold you uo as you fuck him. His legs spread and wrap around you instinctively, another moan falling from your own lips when he abandons the hold he’d had on your shoulders to wrap his arms completely around them.

“What would the masses think of the feared Radio Demon now? Reduced to nothing but a sloppy-cunted doe in heat, spreading her legs for any buck that’ll take her,” you ask through a dirty grin, your wide eyes watching as he starts to fall apart. Nipping at his throat you say, “C’mon, lover, cum for me!” and a long, drawn out moan escapes him as he begins writhing beneath you, his body seizing up as he cums all over his stomach. You let out stuttered moans of your own, eyes rolling back as you begin filling him all over again, your own orgasm creeping up on you and surprising you. He lets out a low shaky bleat as his eyes roll back, clinging hard and smearing his own spend between the two of you.

“Don’t f-forget,” you gasp shakily through your own orgasm, “To be polite.” It's nothing more than a jab, really, an automatic thing to tease him, but still he answers.

“Thank you,” he whimpers, moaning and clenching around you as your cock gives a violent twitch inside of him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” A sharp wail pierces the air as he clenches hard, almost painfully, around you and begins coming again, this time untouched other than the friction between your stomachs, where his cock was pinned. “Please — Please, too much, too much, too much!”

Your bodies tremble together as you both slowly stop the frantic movements that had led to your shared orgasms, breathing heavily and hearts racing. “F-Fuck,” you whisper, gazing down at him and the way he shakes beneath you. A gentle kiss to his cheek has him jerking from the feeling, and you raise an eyebrow in concern.

“Talk to me, hun,” you demand softly, and he whines softly in want, tilting his jaw up for you to caress.

“Too much,” he whispers in response, and you flash a small smile at him and nuzzle against him fondly.

“Okay, four is too much,” you agree softly. “No more than three from now on, okay?” He nods, melting limply against the soft bed as you carefully pull out, eyeing the way he shivers from oversensitivity. Your cum follows your cock yet again, this time pooling onto the sheets and soaking them as you step back and walk to the bathroom. A small whine from the bed makes you pause for a brief moment, and you glance back before continuing on your way.

“I’m just getting stuff to clean us up, hun,” you call back softly. “I’m coming back, I promise.” He always got this way after; sex was typically so far away from his usual wants and desires, so when he did want to fuck, aftercare was essential. There was no ‘falling asleep and doing it later’, he’d hate waking up tacky with cum and you knew it, even if he didn’t yet.

You return with a change of sheets and a washrag wetted with warm water, a bath running in the bathroom. After placing the sheets down on the couch, you gently clean the cum on his stomach and leaking from him up before lifting him up in your arms, humming happily as he wraps his arms around your neck while you carry him to the bathroom. You place him in the tub and say, “Get cozy in here, okay? I’ll just be in the other room changing the sheets.”

He’s more lucid now, which is helpful. “Okay,” he murmurs back, sliding lower in the hot water and sighing as it works at his soon-to-be-sore body. You start to leave, pausing when he calls, “Leave the door open! I want to be able to see you.”

Giving a grunt of assent, you do just that, getting to work on the sheets. In the corner of your eye you see shadows dancing, and turn to see Alastor’s shadow grinning at you from the wall. You sigh through a smile. “Hello, Ami,” you say warmly. “Did Al send you away before?” The shadow nods, then mimes covering its eyes before snickering. You just smile. “So he didn’t want you to see what he did,” you muse, then snort. “Sounds about right. Can you go ask Husk to put a pot of tea on? And ask the princess to maybe order something for us all to eat? I don’t think Al’s up for cooking tonight.” Your playful voice is loud enough to carry to the bathroom, and you hear a loud bark of mock offense answer what you’d said, making you grin as the singular noise was all you’d gotten; Alastor hadn’t argued, so you’d clearly been right.

You glance back to the shadow and raise an eyebrow. “Well?” you ask, and he gives a sloppy mock-salute before melting into nothingness and disappearing. You chuckle, then fix the million pillows Alastor insisted stay on the bed before tossing the blankets on and returning to the bathroom.

You lean against the door, smiling fondly at the sight of your partner lying in a half-doze in the water of the tub. “If you stay in there any longer, you’ll get pruny.”

“Typically the elderly are fond of prunes,” he retorts, and you grin.

“Are you calling me old, Alastor?” you asks, a false warning in your voice that you know he enjoys toying with.

“If the shoe fits,” he huffs through a smile of his own. “You are older than me after all.”

You snort and stride over, crouching by the tub so you’re at eye level with him. He gazes at you with fond eyes as you smile at him. “Ready for bed?” you ask. He starts to argue, and you correct yourself. “To rest in bed; Ami’s bringing tea and Princess Charlotte should be ordering us all food since you aren’t cooking tonight.”

“I can cook,” he argues weakly, and you tilt your head to the side with a smile.

“But… do you want to?” you ask cheekily, already knowing the answer, and he huffs again and crosses his arms, looking away with a small pout jutting his bottom lip out.

“…No,” he admits, and you smile.

“We can cook tomorrow,” you promise warmly, getting his attention again, “And I’ll even help if you’ll allow me.”

He thinks on it, then snorts. “You can set the table,” he offers through a grin. “The kitchen is my domain. Besides, Angel is a better cook than you.”

“What does he have to do with this?!” you cry, and he laughs brightly.

“Absolutely nothing, dear, I just wanted to make sure you knew,” he croons teasingly, taking you by the chin and shaking your head ever so slightly. “I have to keep you on your toes, after all.”

Ami seeps into the room, getting comfortable in a shadowy corner and watching as you scoff through a smile of your own and say, “Sure. As if your favorite pastime in this life isn’t harassing me.” His laughter fills the bathroom, bright and happy and genuine, and you can’t help but feel gooey and soft as you smile at him with nothing short of never-ending fondness bubbling in your chest as you bask in him entirely.

Catching his breath, he looks at you with shining eyes and a bright smile and says, “Can you get my towel? I’m ready to rest now.” Your eyes glimmer with affection, and you nod.

“Of course, hun.”

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