Aftercare with Alec | A.V x Reader
warnings: implications of smut, not proofread thoroughly sooo..
a/n: this is old old old BUT i eventually wanna do a cute little aftercare moment with the others (eventually)
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“Amore, stay still… let’s get you cleaned up hm.” As he shifts to stand you flip yourself to face him, glistening tears threatening to fall as you whimper loudly at the thought of him leaving. You weren’t quite with it, still recovering from the waves of pleasure you had experienced moments ago. He hushes you with a soft stroke of his hand on your back.
“Sweet girl, i’ll only be a moment… just to the bathroom and back.”
You nod hesitantly, and he moves with haste into the bathroom to grab a towel, quickly making his way back to you.
“I cannot allow my mate to be uncomfortable after being such a good girl for me now, can I?” He smirked as your face heated, avoiding his eye. He would always jump onto the opportunity to tease you.
He presses a kiss to your hair as he stands to place the towel in the hamper, sauntering back over and climbing up onto the bed, lifting you right into his arms and facing him on his lap. You settled against him instantly.
“You okay, sweet face?” A stream of kisses are pressed to your forehead, Alec grabbing the shirt he had been wearing previously (before you had tugged it off of him hastily during your rendezvous) and pulling it over your head, rolling the sleeves up.
“Mmm..?” You look up at him, glistening eyes staring into his crimson ones, his heart melting at the look you are giving him. You mumble softly “So good..”
He chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, nose, forehead before finally pressing his lips to yours softly.
“You okay, love?” You repeat in a whisper in between your giggles. He hums in response, tickling your sides, eliciting a few louder giggles from you before he responds. “I am absolutely perfect.”
You settle against him once again, wrapping your arms around him and whining when he doesn’t reciprocate.
“You need to drink some water first, il mio cuore” He demands and you pout.
He chuckles as he reaches for the water bottle on your bedside table, unscrewing it and moving it up to your lips. You look at him stubbornly and he raises his brow at you.
“Y/N” He speaks sternly, bumping the opening of the bottle against your bottom lip “Drink.”
You huff and lift your shaking hands around the plastic bottle. He continues to hold the bottom as you gulp down the cool liquid, breathing deeply as you pull away to take a breath.
“You’re shaking, darling.” He smooths a hand over your thigh comfortingly, tracing over the already forming bruises he’d managed to leave, his predatory side practically drooling at the sight.
“Is’ fine” You shrug.
“That’s it baby, good girl.” He smiles lovingly at you while you take a final gulp. You pull the bottle from your lips again, this time allowing him to take it. He screws the cap back on, placing it in its original place, pulling you close and finally allowing you to snuggle into him and get comfortable. You lay between his legs feeling fingers begin to caress and massage your scalp.
“Love you…” You mumble incoherently, drowsy and practically asleep already. Alec chuckles deeply.
“I love you too, angel. Sleep well.”
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This song is giving me heavy Volturi elite guard vibes and I am a dripping mess thinking about being under Alec, Demetri, and/or Felix while we listen to it. 🥵 The song is "Vampire" by Aryia and it's definitely my new favorite.
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Sophie grifting: hot duchess. seductive investor. mysterious businesswoman.
Eliot grifting: ridiculously competent chef. hot athlete (any sport). heartthrob country musician.
Hardison grifting: overly-confident criminal. assertive FBI agent. heartthrob classical musician.
Nathan Ford grifting: goddamn piece of shit oily slimy scumbag ambulance-chaser untrustworthy con artist with a stupid fucking voice and a silly hat
the show is not doing Nate any favors in the likeability or attractiveness departments here
(Bonus mention: Parker grifting: autism creature)
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Softly | A. V x READER
warnings: MAJOR SOFT FLUFFY ALEC (i’m sad leave me alone)
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It was early hours of the morning when the bed dipped beneath you as Alec sat down next to your curled up form. You were sound asleep and for a moment he simply admired your peaceful expression, committing your features to memory before he raised a gentle hand to push back the hair from your face.
“Darling”
His voice was a soft whisper as his hand continued to stroke your hair softly in an attempt to lull you awake. Your eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again and you let out a hum of acknowledgment.
“Hmm..?”
Previously having been rested on your hip above the silky sheets of the bed your hand raised slightly, blindly searching for one of his own in your sleepy state and he obliged, moving his hand from your hair to clasp your own.
“cuore mio… I have to leave in a moment”
His voice continued in a soft whisper as you begun to waken a tad more, sitting up slowly as he pulled away to allow you some room.
“Leave?” You questioned innocently and his eyes lit up in adoration, a soft smile adorning his lips at your post sleep confusion.
“The mission I mentioned previously…” His hand moved back to stroke a strand of loose hair behind your ear “… the one in France, remember?”
“Oh…” You croaked as you rubbed at your eyes softly and he chuckled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around him in return and he pulled you onto his lap to cradle you.
He lightly rocked you side to side as he spoke softly into your hair, sweet nothings leaving his lips.
“Go back to sleep my love, I shouldn’t be too long”
You let out a soft groan but cuddled into him regardless, falling straight back to sleep as he cherished you for a few minutes more. He heard his sisters door open and sighed, smoothly placing you back into bed, pulling the sheets up to tuck you in the way you loved before pressing the softest kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll see you soon, my sweetface.”
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