#hardhands

So. I decided to write a songfic. Ironic, because I usually deslike songfics. 

nsfw but not really? I only mention it so idk

Based on this song

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He thought you were afraid of him. He thought that you were going to submit to his Will like most of the people. He thought he was so terrifing and sooo handsome that you'd do everything he asked of you. Ptfff, deep inside he was so childish. Despite that, there was chemistry between you and the Pontifexa's grandson, but everytime you tried to take it beyond just flirting, he tried to make you beg for it.

You were proud and not willing to beg.

Pirate's Parade had finally arrived and your band was going to perfom as an opening act for The Tygers of Wrath on the Blue Duck, and that was the perfect oportunity to tease him.

You had spent the past weeks writing a new song, and it was going to be the first you'd play, since it was kinda slow and Banastre would be pissed if you left the croud sleepy.

You put on your favorite kilt and a white shirt, a bit of eyeliner and that's it. You didn't need full makeup and big hair and expensive clothes to completely slay it, like he did.

So after half an hour on a streetcar and another half an hour walking to the Blue Duck (with your knifes in hand), you finally arrived just in time.

You were standing in the stage, the white haired boy already glaring at you because you were "dressed too simply to open the show of The Tygers of Wrath on Pirate's Parade, you better not fike it up". Well, fike him, the (y/b/n) was the best band in Califa and you were going to make him jealous, pissed off and hot under the collar. If the song had the effect that you expected, it’d be such a sight to see him wanting to have his way with you but having to perform on stage. Oh, why teasing is so much fun?

Banastre had already opened the Vortex and brought the necessary daemons, so you were ready to start.

"Hello everyone, we are the (y/b/n), our first song is called 'Spooky'. Hope ya'll like it"

You saw his eye twitch. You could almost hear him screaming "HOW DARE YOU SING A SONG WITH SUCH A CHILDISH NAME AS THE TYGERS OF WRATH’S OPENING ACT??".

The song started and you were sure that at any moment a very ugly Grammatica word would come flying in your direction, but you continued anyway.

Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you.

You sang the entire song in a mocking tone, not looking at the Duke even once. But then you turned at him and continued singing, looking at him dead in the eye:

“If you decide someday to stop this little game that you are a-playing

I’m gonna tell you all the things my heart’s just been a-dying to be saying”

And turned to the crowd again. You felt a hot Grammatica word hit your back and make you feel all hot and needy all of a sudden, as if someone had been edging you for the past hour, but you didn’t stop.

You finished the song and after that played more energetic ones to warm the crowd up, but it was becoming harder for you to sing, that Grammatica word leaving you panting ,sweating and trembling, but never making you cum. You were amazed by how composed you managed to be, even having to deal with Super-Spell-By-Super-Magician-That-You-Decided-To-Tease.

The opening act FINALLY came to an end and you were ready to:

1-Run as fast as you can to the bathroom

2-Take care of The Issue

But before you could even take breath to sprint, there was a firm grip on your arm and a hot breath on your neck, and then the voice that made your heart shrink and hurt, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

“You little tease. Go to Bilskinir right now and wait on my room. It’s no use, only I can lift the spell, so do not consume your energy trying to touch yourself, it won’t get you anywhere.”

Even if you felt that your were about to explode, you decided to keep your pride a little longer and asked, your voice somehow not cracking:

“Tch. Did you like my song for you?”

You felt his grin against your cheek.

“Funny, I have a song for you too.

I put a spell on you