#TM: Loving & Leaving

[artificialchaoscola]

rivals.

[artiquar]

my dear penelope, we've twenty lost years of love to make up for.

[caslyra]

Get together crack fic in which some spell going wrong sends Remus and Sirius to the real world, present time. After some confusion ('there's a book about it?'), relief ('Harry'll make it, I knew it!'), irritation ('Bellatrix, really?'), and more confusion ('Tonks, huh?') they begin to adapt to modern muggle world. Remus is a bit overwhelmed with everything technological (understatement) but Sirius tries and eventually...

Sirius, staring at a screen, laughing, 'Moony - have you heard of fanfiction?'

Remus, looking up from pouring himself a cup of tea. 'What?'

Sirius, in a casual tone, 'Apparently there's 50,000 people convinced we're fucking.'

*sound of breaking mug*

'Come again?'

Sirius, staring at the screen with scientific interest, 'There seems to be a debate going on about whether you'd be natural at domming or crumble under the pressure like Voldemort in that movie.' *looks up from the screen, fingers on the keyboard* 'So, what should I tell them?'

[luxaofhesperides]

For ghostlights: baby Ellie + tired Danny + Duke the baby whisperer?

He has no idea how his parents did it. 

Babies are exhausting. Toddlers more so. Any infants in the strange stage in-between? Doubly so. 

Ellie is wonderful and sweet and cute and such a terror that Danny genuinely has no idea how his parents managed to raise not one, but two kids. For all their eccentricities and absent-mindedness, he and Jazz turned out pretty well. Ignoring the whole halfa thing because that’s more his fault than theirs even if Jazz says they shouldn’t have created the dangerous environment in the first place.

That environment is exactly why Danny refuses to let Ellie go to his house in Amity Park. His parents say they’ve disabled all the weapons and ecto-sensors since he’s had to reveal himself as Phantom, but he knows that things slip their minds and if they can’t guarantee that the house is safe, then Ellie isn’t going in there. Simple as that. 

This means that they live somewhere else now. Danny had thought about it, during the hours Ellie was asleep and he was awake, exhausted and worn down to his bones, and took Jazz’s advice to accept Vlad’s offer of buying a house for him. Except he argued Vlad down to an apartment in a city of his choosing where he wouldn’t stand out too much and he would be safe, or as safe as he can be, from anyone trying to hunt down ghosts. 

So here they are. Standing in the empty living room of their new apartment in Gotham. 

Gotham may not be very safe as a city, but it’s good for two ghosts trying to pass as normal. 

Danny sighs yet again, and looks at the space he’ll need to fill. At least Vlad is footing the bill. It’s the least he can do for creating Ellie. Frostbite was the one who was able to stabilize her, though it was almost too late and resulted in her reforming as a baby, just one and a half years old. Jazz is the one who’s choosing most of the furniture, thankfully, so it’s something that Danny doesn’t need to worry about it.

It’s a new start to their lives and it feels so empty. So overwhelming. How did his parents do it? How do any parents do it?

Ellie smacks a small palm against his cheek and babbles lightly.

“I know, Ellie,” Danny says, giving her a tired smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll have this place looking good in no time.”

He adjusts her in his arms, then heads towards the bedroom. It’s the only room that has any furniture, and all that’s there is a bed, a crib, and a bookcase. There are a few boxes on the floor, labeled ‘bedroom’ and ‘clothing’ and ‘books’. Most of it came from his bedroom in Amity Park, but he’s pretty sure he caught Jazz sneaking a few things in before they closed the boxes and loaded them up into the car. 

“Can you be good for five minutes?” he asks Ellie. 

She babbles again and smacks his shoulder.

“I’m taking that as an agreement. Just let me open these boxes and start unpacking before you start causing trouble, okay?”

Ellie makes another sound, but it seems agreeable so Danny carefully lays her down in the crib and gets to peeling off the tape on the boxes. The opens the one labeled ‘bedroom’ first, finding blankets and sheets folded and stacked in vacuum sealed bags. One of them is his old childhood blanket, the one he carried around everywhere that was faded with age, barely blue, with white bunnies decorating it. 

He was so small when he had this. It makes him oddly emotional to unpack it and pass it on to Ellie, draping it over her so her pudgy little hands can grab at it. 

This is no time to cry, though! He forces himself to focus and makes his own bed, shaking out the sheets and fluffing up the pillows. He’ll worry about washing everything later; Vlad made sure to get an apartment with an in-unit washer and dryer, which means he was actually sensible while apartment hunting for Danny. 

He doesn’t mean to flop onto the bed once it’s made, but he ends up there anyways. He’s barely gotten a full six hours of uninterrupted sleep since Frostbite deemed Ellie healthy enough to leave his care. The drive up to Gotham was long and wore him down to his bones.

He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but he does, drifting off as he wonders, distantly, when Jazz will be back from getting them dinner.

Ellie wakes him up at dawn with a loud cry. Danny jolts awake, heart pounding in his chest as he panics because Ellie isn’t here, she’s supposed to be in his arms, where is she? And then he sees the crib, where Ellie is staring at him through the bars, and he nearly collapses with relief. 

“Morning, El,” he says, voice rough from sleep, as he picks her up. She just stares up at him, then leans forward and rests her head against his shoulder.

It’s quiet moments like these that make his heart melt. Ellie’s had a hard life already; he wants to give her a better one, this time around. 

A quick check of the time on his nearly dead phone shows that it’s barely past six in the morning, and Jazz texted him a few times. All about furniture, saying that she didn’t want to wake them and that food is in the fridge. 

It’s only the mention of food that makes him realize how ravenous he’s feeling. Danny makes a beeline for the kitchen, ignoring everything else, and pulls out the boxes of take-out Jazz left stacked in the fridge. He devours it like he’s been starving for weeks, then gives Ellie her Ecto-Jello, the only food she’s allowed to eat until Frostbite gives the okay for solid, human food. 

Once he’s got her burped and cleaned up, Danny looks out of the kitchen and realizes that Jazz was very productive while he was asleep. The living room isn’t empty anymore; a dark green couch is against the wall, a low, rectangular coffee table made of dark wood in front of it. Two armchairs are on both sides of the couch, and a television has been installed, fixed into the wall. 

Jazz is asleep on the couch. Her legs hang off an armrest and she’s drooling slightly. 

Her phone is charging on the floor, so Danny takes it and snaps a picture of her for later teasing, then sends it to himself and writes a note to her that he’s going out with Ellie to explore the neighborhood.

He’s finally feeling more settled, energized from sleep and food.

In the warm dawn light spilling in through the windows, Danny looks down at Ellie and thinks that they’ll be just fine after all. 

. . .

Four months ago, Danny had hope. He was optimistic. 

Gotham was a fresh start, a new lease of life for Ellie. It is Danny’s attempt to be a single parent, sacrificing college for Ellie, and he’s planning to go out and beat the gangs black and blue if they start anymore shootouts in the next year.

He had just gotten Ellie to sleep. She was actually peacefully taking a nap.

And then a drive by shooter raced down the street, gunshots echoing down the road, and Ellie work up crying. She still hasn’t stopped, despite how Danny rocked her, soothing her as best he could.

They had been outside when Ellie fell asleep, her head on his shoulder. He had been catching up with Sam and Tucker when the car drove by, people ducking and crying out to avoid the bullets. Danny instinctively covered Ellie and made them both intangible, saving them from any stray bullets, but they ruined her nap and he needs to make them pay for that. 

“Shh,” he soothes, “You’re okay. We’re both fine. It’s okay, El, it’s okay.” 

Her little hands clutch at his back, twisting the fabric of his shirt, and she lets out a heartbreaking wail. He pats her back, hurrying down the street to get back to his apartment building, ignoring the looks people were giving them as they passed by. 

“I know it was scary, but you’re alright. You’re always safe with me, El.”

Ellie’s cries down down a little, but they don’t stop. She whimpers, burying her face against his shoulder as he finally reaches their apartment building.

The door’s locked, which wouldn’t be a problem except Danny can’t get his keys from his pocket. He knows he has them! But his pocket refuses to relinquish them and he has to stop every few seconds to pat Ellie’s back, trying in vain to calm her down. 

“We’ll be inside in a second,” he tells her, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, “as soon as I can get these freaking keys!”

“Hey, you alright?��

Danny startles, whirling around so fast it makes Ellie go quiet, clinging to him so she doesn’t get flung into the air. There’s a guy standing before him in a gray hoodie, looking at him with clear concern. It speaks to Danny’s level of constant exhaustion that he hadn’t clocked someone sneaking up behind him. 

The guy offers an awkward smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Um, do you need me to open to door? I live here too.”

Danny wonders for a moment if this someone dangerous, someone hoping to hurt Ellie, but she starts to cry again and he steps to the side. “Please. I can’t get my keys.”

“I’m Duke, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Danny,” he replies, watching as Duke pulls out a large key ring, jangling with the amount of keychains on it, and easily opens the door. “I’ve been here a few months, but I’m usually inside. Or walking around in the mornings with this little monster.”

“That would explain it,” Duke says as he holds the door open, letting Danny in first. “I’m usually in classes at GCU, but I decided to take a mental health day after my lab, so here I am.”

Danny walks in and waits for Duke to follow, making sure the door closes properly behind them. “Thanks. How is GCU? What do you study? I was thinking of going there myself once she gets a little older and can go to school.”

“Oh, I’m majoring in English and Human Services.” He goes to say more, but Ellie wails again and Danny winces.

“I’m so sorry. That drive by woke her up and it’s really rattled her.”

“Hey, no need to apologize. I get it, Gotham is rough to kids.”

Danny tries rocking her back and forth, but it doesn’t help. He resigns himself to another hour of her crying before she exhausts herself, and makes for the stairs, going up to the fourth floor. Duke holds open the door again, then follows after them. It makes Danny wonder if Duke is planning to do something to them, then decides he can beat Duke in a fight, so it’s fine.

Duke doesn’t try to hurt them or steal Ellie away. He opens the door to their floor and stops before they do. “I’m in here,” he says, “If you ever need me to open more doors.”

“Thanks. Um, actually, I might need help opening mine?”

Duke just smiles and makes his way back to them, following them farther into the hall until Danny stops in front of his apartment. 

“If I could just get my keys,” he starts.

“Here, let me hold her for a second so you can get them,” Duke offers. Danny wants to insist that it’s fine, but Ellie cries directly into his ear and Danny, at the end of his rope, passes her over. 

Like magic, Ellie settles as soon as she’s in Duke’s arms. She sniffles and hides her face away, clutching to Duke’s hoodie, but she stops crying. They both go still, surprised, and stare down at her. 

“Seriously?” Danny says as he finally pulls out his keys, “Are you trying to say that I’m the problem?”

Ellie babbles lightly, and Duke turns his head to futilely hide his grin.

He grumbles as he unlocks the door and pushes it open. Ellie is acting as if she’s never been upset before a day in her life, making herself at home in Duke’s arms. 

“I can’t believe this. Betrayed by my own blood.”

Duke laughs as he follows Danny into his apartment, lightly patting Ellie’s back. “It’s always the smallest, cutest ones that do this.”

“Yeah? Do you work with a lot of kids or something? Used to being betrayed by the little ones?”

“I don’t work with kids per se,” Duke says, “But my foster family is a hot mess and the youngest of them likes to keep us all on our toes.”

“Family,” Danny says in a tired, fond tone.

“Family,” Duke agrees.

With his door open and Ellie calm, Danny’s ready to just lay face down on the floor for the rest of the day and not deal with anything else. He moves to take Ellie back, holding his arms out, and Duke tries to pass her over.

The key word being tries. 

Ellie tightens her grip and kicks at Danny. She refuses to be taken away from Duke, making him awkwardly try to pry her off his hoodie. Danny really hopes Duke doesn’t notice how she goes slightly intangible to make his hands fall through her arms and legs. It shouldn’t be noticeable, but it’s hard to focus on anything but a kid that clings to you, so Danny holds out for Duke’s goodwill and silence.

“As nice as it is to meet you, you need to go back to your… parent?” Danny nods when Duke looks at him in askance. “You need to go back to your parent. Okay? Come on, kid, he’s waiting for you.”

Ellie shakes her head, makes a frustrated noise, and then turns and reaches out a grabby hand towards Danny. 

She still refuses to be taken from Duke when Danny tries to pick her up again, so he settles with just letting her hold two of his fingers. 

“I’m so sorry about this,” he says to Duke, face burning. This is why he hasn’t been going out and being social since he moved in; Ellie is a handful even on the best days, and Danny doesn’t want someone to judge him as unfit to parent her and have her taken away.

Duke shakes his head, stepping closer. “It’s all good, man. I don’t mind. It’s not like I had any plans today. I’m already skipping my classes, might as well spend it with you two than sleep all day.”

“Are you sure? I’d be happy to invite you in, but I know Ellie can be a lot and not everyone wants to spend their day off with a baby.”

“I’m sure. Besides, I’d just be down the hall anyways. It’s no skin off my back, man.”

“Well,” Danny says, stepping to the side to give Duke full access to his open doorway, “Come on in, then.”

Ellie keeps them connected, one hand in Duke’s hoodie and the other holding Danny’s fingers, and though her cheeks are still red from how hard she had been crying, she’s calm now with her eyes shining with mischief. 

As the door closes behind them, Danny realizes that this is the first time someone he’s not related to has been inside his apartment. Not even Vlad has come in, always choosing to invite Danny and Ellie out for lunch instead. 

It should make him nervous, but Duke is calm and easy going and kind. 

He’s making silly faces at Ellie to make her laugh, completely at ease with her in his arms, as if he’s done this a thousand times before. 

Gotham is a second chance at life for Ellie. It’s a sacrifice for Danny, to be alone and without friends or family around. He’d been ready to give up everything for Ellie, to focus solely on raising her, but with Duke filling his apartment with laughter, he thinks that he can make a life here too.

All he needs to do is take that first step, reach his hand out, ask Duke to stick around.

He can do this.

[ladylooch]

Cups and Cradles - [Timo x Emma]

A/N: Our sweet Livy girl coming to fruition. I love this. Laughable that Timo thought they could go months without each other 🙄 Thankfully he is married to Emma.

Word Count: 4.3k

Emma Meier considers herself a good wife. 

She loves her husband, takes care of him, and offers support when things are going haywire in his life. She birthed a baby for him, designed a house that they both love, and dutifully attends a majority of his home games.

But this shit, she did not sign up for.

Inside their master bathroom, Emma smoothes on her night time skin cream, asking herself how she is going to get through who knows how many weeks of this crap.

The crap? No sex until playoffs are over- Stanley Cup or not. With how dominating the Devils were in their first series, she has legitimate concerns hopes that the Devils will reach the Stanley Cup finals. This means she has weeks, maybe months, left of no dick. With that realization, Emma sighs heavily, arms slapping the sides of her thighs. She glances into the bedroom at her nightstand where her various vibrators sit. 

They’re just not the same. 

She puts her robe back on it’s hook by the shower, then pads into their bedroom. She has to hold in the moan at how damn sexy her husband looks with their son sleeping on his chest. Timo rests propped up with several pillows behind his back. On his chest, Lio sleeps soundly in dinosaur pajamas, little lips pulled open into an oval. He’s been out for awhile. They have been good about Lio sleeping in his bed lately, but the little boy is getting over a stomach bug that required a lot more daddy snuggles than usual. 

Beneath Lio, her husband is shirtless, grey sweatpants resting low on his hips. The band of his underwear lays flat against his muscular abdomen, stretching the words Calvin Klein across his skin in a way that makes Emma want to sink to her knees. In Timo’s hands is a small iPad. He casts game film onto the large TV in front of their bed. His eyes are focused, examining the play again as he rewinds the footage. 

Emma’s brown orbs narrow at his lack of attention to her. She’s in silk, ivory pajamas. Her skimpy tank top dips low over her cleavage and her nipples perk from the soft fabric brushing them. The shorts barely cover her ass, which she makes sure he realizes as she leans down to gather Lio into her arms.

“No.” Timo pouts, but allows her take him.

“You’ll have plenty of time with him this week.” Emma reminds him as Timo kisses Lio’s head for a final time that night. The Devils are the only team done with their series and it’s likely they won’t be back in game play for over 7 days while the other series finishes. 

Emma saunters out of the room, but steals a look at her husband who has his eyes glued to her ass. When he sees she caught him looking, he grins and shrugs, then goes back to game tape with a smug face. Emma sighs. Damn him. Damn his rules. Damn him for putting on those pants that he knows drive her crazy! Never mind that she did the same thing with these pajamas.

Emma lays Lio down in his bed, smoothing his hair down and tucking him in for the night. His little lips flutter in a sleepy sigh. His fingers reach out for something, curling into his blanket. Emma holds her breath until she is sure he is going to stay asleep. Then she carefully tip toes from the room. 

As she comes up on their bedroom door, she slows her pace. Peeking in, Timo is where she left him. His left hand muses at his bottom lip as his gaze drags across the TV. The starkness of his wedding ring on his finger has wetness pooling in Emma’s core. All of that gorgeous man is hers. Forever. 

Wordlessly, Emma continues into the room. She stops at the end of the bed, slightly blocking the TV he is so interested in tonight. He does a double take at her, blue gaze darkening when he sees the wanting so clearly etched into her face. Timo’s fingers click the iPad to go dark, causing the TV behind her to turn black. He slowly puts the iPad on his nightstand, then looks at Emma with his hands braced on his big thighs. 

Emma presses her palms on the expensive bedding she picked out a few weeks ago, then she drags one knee up. Timo licks his lips, eyes drinking her in like he’s starving the way she is too. She drags her other knee up, then places the final palm on the bed so she is on all fours. When she begins to crawl, Timo’s eyes close in defeat.

“Fuck.”

“You? Yeah I’m going to.” 

Emma continues to crawl up his spread legs. The closer she gets, the more his cock swells in his sweatpants. Emma hovers over his lap, then leans forward, maintaining eye contact as she presses her lips to his thin happy trail. She runs her tongue along it, flat, like she would if it was his cock, then kisses up the ridges of his abdomen. Emma’s hands stay on either side of his hips, careful not to touch him any way except with her mouth.

Timo can’t keep his hands to himself. From above her, he runs his fingers through her hair, resting that big hand on the back of her neck to hold her in her next kiss. She sucks his skin into her mouth, worming her tongue along the pinkening slice of abdomen. 

“You look like you need something big in that mouth.” His voice is gravely, low, dangerous, the way he gets when he’s incredibly turned on. Emma smirks then kisses over the tent in his sweatpants.

“But baby, no sex during the playoffs?” Emma pouts dramatically at him, pressing her breasts together with her biceps so he can see the deep canyon of her cleavage from above. When he doesn’t answer, Emma puts her mouth back on his happy trail, allowing her tongue to graze the waistband of his underwear. Timo sighs in exasperation, trying not to moan as she keeps working her lips over him.

But Timo Meier is only a mortal man. 

And somehow, his right hand gathers a boob into it. He massages her breast gently until her nipple reveals it’s self again. Then he scrapes the edge of his pointer finger along the perky tip, flicking it for good measure. As he does that, Emma peels the waistband of his pants away. Timo’s cock flaps out against his abdomen, taut and ready to be buried in whatever hole his wife will give him. Emma continues her teasing, bringing her open mouth close to his cock, but not touching it. Instead, she kisses around it with wet, sucking kisses that make his shaft throb and tighten every time she raises her mouth.

“Babe.” Timo groans. His weakness for her is throwing any reservations on this to the wind. 

He is a weak, weak man.

“Put it in your mouth or I’ll do it for you.” Timo snaps at her when she runs just the tip of her tongue on the cleft of his head.

“This is your rule. You break it.” She challenges. Call Emma a control freak, she doesn’t care. But damn does she love watching her husband lose it for her. 

Emma stays perched on her knees, mouth wide open, tongue out and flat, brown eyes boring into his until Timo moves his hand. He grips the base of his shaft then slaps his swollen tip against her tongue. He glides his head up her wet muscle until it disappears behind her teeth. Emma collects him at the back of her throat, then she shoves his hand away to choke on his cock like the good wife he deserves. A tortured groan squeezes from Timo’s throat as her hand works him over too. 

“Oh. Baby, that feels incredible.” He praises her. “Mmm, you miss sucking on this, huh?” He asks her, pressing her head gently down him more. Emma breathes through the gag, then drags her mouth up him excruciatingly slow. As she does this, her tongue laps at the underside of his shaft. Timo gathers her hair up so he can watch her mouth work him over. His hips start listing up into her mouth. Emma can feel his hand shaking to resist fucking her mouth too hard. 

He only lets her do this for a few minutes, long enough that they both get enjoyment from it, but not long enough that he explodes.

“Off. I am not coming in your mouth.” He pulls Emma off his cock with a firm grip on her hair. Emma’s eyes widen excitedly. He chuckles knowingly, appreciating how hot it is that she likes to be handled roughly. 

Timo reaches his hands out to help her crawl up to him. Then he kisses her mouth deeply, threading his fingers through her hair lovingly this time. Their tongues connect. Timo sucks on her top lip, then presses her hips down to rest on his cock laying attentively on his stomach. Emma rolls her hips, dragging the silk of her shorts along his erection until he gets fed up and pulls her up so she kneels over him on all fours. 

Timo’s hands come to her shorts. He ignores the bow on them, deciding that will take too long. Instead, he grips the waistband, ripping them down her thighs so he can bury his fingers in her core. He fucks her harshly, her wetness coating his fingers while the noise takes over the room. 

Emma’s breathing hitches as his fingers curl up, playing with velvety walls.

“Fuck.” Emma hisses. Her head drops back to the ceiling and she smiles happily. This feels so damn good with him. Perfect. Exactly what she needed. With her eyes closed, she feels Timo nudge her nipple over the silk camisole. She wraps her hand around the back of his head, holding him there as he sucks it through the thin material. Emma arches against his fingers and he grins.

“Needy as fuck.” Her face snaps back to his, glaring.

“Yeah! I’ve been without you for so long.”

“It’s been two weeks, babe.” He laughs against her wet shirt. He pulls back, pushing the fabric up to get her bare nipple. His tongue probes it, tracing the bumps around it until his lips enclose the sensitive bud. Emma moans, loudly, then begins to pant as he works his fingers in the perfect rhythm with his mouth. Then his thumb drags across her clit. 

“Mmm.” Emma sighs to him, pressing her hips down onto his hand. Just as she feels herself about to explode, Timo stops. “No!” She cries. 

“I need to be inside of you. You feel way too good right now.” Timo insists. 

“That was so mean.” Emma whines as his fingers slide out of her. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” He murmurs. Emma rolls to the side. She wraps her hand around his cock, stroking it a few times then leaning forward to suck on his swollen head again. Timo’s hand comes under her chin, pulling her off. “Get up here.”

Dutifully, Emma wiggles her pajama bottoms the rest of the way off her legs, then she crawls on top of Timo, ass facing him for reverse cowgirl. This way he’ll fill her the fullest, especially when his hand pushes into her stomach like… that. 

Emma and Timo groan in unison as she slides down him completely. She stays there for a moment, rolling her hips forward and back, letting that fullness consume her senses until she can’t stand it anymore. Then she lifts and slams back down him. Her ass bounces against the V of his tight abdomen. He meets her thrust the next time she does this, causing an electric surge to go through her body. Goosebumps break out on her arms. Emma grips the edge of her camisole, taking it off in one swoop and tossing it to the floor. 

Her hands move in front of her between Timo’s spread legs. Then she curls her legs closer to his body to give herself the most leverage. 

“Oh my god.” Timo moans. His large hands come to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart to watch her pussy swallow him with each downward thrust. “Baby.” He groans this time. Emma can hear his head hit the headboard as he leans back. She looks over her shoulder at him, grinning at his blissed out look. His hands slide from her ass to her hips, feeling the way she rolls and presses down on his cock. He cups her waist puling her back onto him, wide fingers spreading out along her stomach. She moves his right hand towards her belly button, pressing in. 

Emma works herself back on his cock harder, faster than she can remember doing with him before. She reaches back to hold an ass cheek up as Timo presses more into her stomach. The girth of him has her tempo faltering for a moment.

“Oh fuck. Fuck… oh…” Emma pants, then shakes as she comes undone. Her orgasm rips through her, almost taking Timo with her.

But he still owes her one. 

Once, she slows her bucks back onto him, Timo holds her in place for a moment, so he can get on his knees. Then he gently drags himself out of her. 

“The mess you just made on my cock.” He smirks.

Timo drags his head through her slit, teasing her. Emma feels the mess collect there, then he pushes back into her and she sees stars. Timo wraps a hand around her stomach, rolling her clit as they begin their climb again. He’s gentle, knowing she’s sensitive, but wanting her to build fast. He’s still just a man after all. And his wife knows all the ways to tease him. Like she is right now, purposefully fluttering her walls around him.

Emma can tell when her husband has had about enough of that. His hand twirling her clit gets faster. His hips pump deeper and harsher into her and her body weight is forced deep into the mattress. Emma lays there, letting him use her, feeling the delicious build. The waves lap at her body, making her warm, loose. She enjoys the climb this time, barely able to moan out her pleasure as Timo fucks her hard, fast, fully, just like she needs. 

Timo releases her hip, leaning forward to run his hand along her forearm. Then he tangles the fingers of their left hands together. As his thumb strums her clit harder, Emma squeezes his fingers. 

“That good, baby?” Timo grunts into her ear. 

“Yeah.”

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yeah!” She whimpers.

Timo kisses her cheek, collapsing down more for long thrusts into her pussy. Emma wails out his name, then comes hard around his cock. Timo pushes jerky thrusts through her second orgasm then fills his wife up like he promised. When Emma recovers, she pushes her hips back into him to keep his cock buried inside of her. Timo noses her shoulder, then plumps his lips along her shoulder blade. 

“Worth it?” Emma whispers to him, walls still fluttering around him, making him wince from the sensitivity.

“You always are, baby.”

Emma smiles, then lays forward as he slides from her core. She crosses her legs while Timo lays back, putting a big paw on her bare ass. He wiggles it in his grasp, then sighs happily. His fingers keep rubbing over her butt, lulling her further into her happy, blissful state. Emma can still feel the comforting heat of his cum inside of her as she rolls over to her back. Her gaze connects with the glass of water on her nightstand. She sits up, then takes big sip before hurrying herself across the floor to the bathroom. 

It isn’t until she is cleaning Timo’s cum out from between her thighs that she remembers the other reason they were waiting until after playoffs. She walks to the bathroom door, looking out at Timo who lays in bed, still naked, with his eyes closed.

“I’m not on any birth control.” Emma murmurs. 

“Oh fuck.” Timo starts to laugh, remembering as she does her appointment to remove her IUD two weeks ago. After the season officially ended, they were going to start trying. Getting pregnant now would be a huge distraction down the stretch. Emma cringes, then chuckles.

“Forgot about that…” She tosses the towel she had been using into their laundry hamper. 

“I doubt you’ll get pregnant after one time.”

Emma gives him a ‘really’ look then points toward their son’s room.

“To be fair that was three times.”

“Yeah, back when you used to love me.” Emma pouts, climbing into bed with him.

“You can do it, baby. We all gotta sacrifice for the cup.”

For the second time that night, Emma can’t remember why she signed up for this shit.

- - -

Despite the constant presence of nausea, Emma Meier could not be happier as she watches the final 15 seconds of the game trickle down. The Devils are up 4-2 after an empty netter by Jack Hughes. The Stanley Cup returning to Jersey is imminent. Emma stands with her son in her hands, trying not to lose it completely as the whole Devils bench rises, bouncing excitedly.

5 seconds now. Emma cheers loudly with her sister-in-law, Lexi, who proudly stands next to her. The two women look at each other, both obviously crying as their husbands mutual dream comes true below. 

The final horn sounds. 

Prudential Center is electric. The cheering raises the hair on Emma’s arms as she bounces Lio gently but excitedly in her hands. He laughs loudly, cupping his little hands over his ear protection. 

Next time they are in this building, Emma will be considerably more pregnant. 

She found out close to two weeks ago, right before the Stanley Cup Finals began. Timo doesn’t know. Emma didn’t want to distract him with any of this before the biggest series of his career. Not when he has worked so hard for this. With this being her second pregnancy, Emma knows what to worry about and everything has been fine. Except the sickness she’s had the last four days. She could do without that. Timo hasn’t seemed to notice her frequent trips to the bathroom. But he has been a hockey machine and trying to rest to nurse his several nagging injuries.

Emma and Lexi stay in place for the celebration and the ceremony. Emma almost sobs so hard she throws up when her brother lifts that Cup. Indescribable, that’s how she will explain it to him later. She knows how hard their family has worked, the sacrifices, the way they all showed up for him over the years. All of that effort is what helps Nico thrust that glorious silver cup into the air. She yells back like his screams are for her then turns to the left to hug both of her parents.

Damn, this day is wrecking her. 

She turns back to the ice in time to watch her brother skate his lap. He comes closer to them, thrusting it even higher, yelling louder. The whole group screams back at him. Emma wraps an arm around Lexi, squeezing her tight with their babies in their other arms. The two women hold each other through Timo getting the cup too. Then the group ignites wildly again. Lio tries to hide his face from the excitement. Emma kisses his head, then softly coos in Swiss German for him to look at Daddy. 

Timo’s grin as he looks up at them, the Cup over his head, is an image Emma will never forget. All their dreams coming true in this moment. A Cup, a healthy baby, happily married with another one on the way.

Suddenly, the secret she has kept from him for two weeks, feels impossible to hold. She wants to tell him. Now.

With her family, including Timo’s parents and Larissa, Emma heads down to the ice with the rest of the Devils family members. They all chat excitedly, barely able to hold back for the rest of the laps before the doors open and the carpets are rolled out. Lexi takes off first, rushing over the red carpet to leap into Nico’s arms. He catches her effortlessly.

Emma’s approach to Timo is more cautious with the precious cargo she carries.

“I can take Lio?” Her dad offers in Swiss German as her mom is loaded down with a tired Lucie.

“No, I want to bring him to T.” She tells her dad.

Emma steps onto the carpet laid over the ice, smiling at Timo who immediately clocks his wife and child. She hugs Lio closer to her, carefully continuing forward towards him. Timo slows down on the ice next to her.

“Hi Timo Meier, Stanley Cup champion.” Emma greets him with a huge, teary grin. Then her and Lio are in his arms. Tears splash out onto Timo’s jersey, not that anyone would notice with how wet it already is. 

“You won!” Lio giggles to his dad. “Puck!” He hands Timo the puck he flipped his son from warm ups. It now has Emma’s writing on it. She wasn’t sure exactly how to tell him, but once the puck hit Lio’s hands earlier, she knew this was it. She just needed Timo to win in order for it to be perfect.

Timo Meier, Stanley Cup Champion, Husband, Father of 2!

Timo tilts his head as he reads it, then snaps his gaze to his wife. His blue eyes are widened like saucers. For a man who refused to come in her mouth weeks ago, he sure looks shocked at how his wife could be carrying his child again.

“Wait, what? How!?” 

“We can recreate it later.” She smirks. Timo pauses, then connects the dots. 

“No… baby, but how?”

“You insisted on not coming in my mouth, remember? About 6 weeks ago?”

“I….okay that’s on me.” He takes Lio from her and gives him a smooch. “6 weeks��� you been keeping this from me?” Emma nods her head. 

“You had a few other priorities, no?” Timo scoffs.

“You know where you lie in all of this.” Again, Emma nods; she’s number one. She reaches for Lio, smoothing his jersey back down his body where it had ridden up against Timo’s equipment. Nervously, her hands reach for her husband next, stepping closer again so she can whisper to him.

“Are you happy?” Emma asks, unsure. Her fingers hold the back of his neck to keep them close. He looks at her and she’s got tears in her eyes. Even though she knows this time is different, old feelings from this moment with Lio are right there below the surface, making her stomach bubbly. 

“Wha- yes, Em. Of course I am!” He chuckles. A hand comes to her cheek so he can hold her face close to his and kiss her. “I’ve been wanting this. So much. You know that.” Emma nods then presses their lips together. It’s a soft, sweet kiss they never want to end. 

“We have a baby!” Lio cheers. Timo cups Lio’s head against his shoulder to quiet the announcement from reaching outside their little huddle.

“Our baby, huh?” Timo smiles, leaning down to kiss Emma again. “I love you. So much. So lucky to do this all over again with you.”

Suddenly, Emma is snatched from Timo’s arms by the Devils captain. Nico lifts his sister up, twirling her around as her husband frantically gasps.

“Hey, Hey, HEY! Nico, put her down!”

Emma cuts Timo with a look as Nico puts her back on her boots.

“It’s fine, T.” Emma assures her cranky husband. Emma wraps her arms around Nico’s shoulders to hug him. His long brown hair flops in front of his face as he hugs her deeply. “I am so proud of you.” She tells her little brother. “But who do you think you are laying out to block shots like that?” She asks, pulling away and shoving at his chest. 

“I don’t know.” Nico answers honestly with a laugh. “Lee! Come see me!” Nico turns his attention to the boy in Timo’s arms. Lio practically dives into Nico’s chest. With free hands now, Timo comes to his wife, wrapping her into a tight hug. The smell is triggering to Emma who pats his back for him to let her go.

“I love you so much, but you stink.” 

“Here we go again.” Timo teases her, rolling his eyes. But when he looks back at his wife, he’s drowning in obvious love.

Another baby is joining their perfect world. Timo is a Stanley Cup champion now. What else could this little family want?

Emma glances over to where Lexi is returning to the ice with Lucie. She’s got little pom poms in her pony tail and adorable red boots on her feet with black leggings and a tiny Devils jersey. Lucie reaches for her uncle Timo when she sees him. Lexi and Emma line the two hockey players up with the kids, snapping pictures of them together. 

Seeing her husband with their niece, Emma can’t help but ask the universe for one more thing: a baby girl.

Read more Timo and Emma here.

[birbleafs]

Alhaitham continues to unintentionally be the funniest man in Teyvat... Of course he was going to take the path of convenience and least resistance, and then suggest that Kaveh be the one to inform him if any of Kaveh's Darshan juniors just happen to bring the gem back. Love how extremely LAZY this man is rofllll.

Much efficient, very loaf lmao.

[catboyvader]

old man yaoi i gave up on lols

[sweetcobaltblue]

TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING..

Indie, Selective & Private. Mutuals Only. RP and Ask Blog for Seto Kaiba. Both Canon & Post DSOD Movie. Mun and Muse are 28+

Credit: PSD

[spoofyleaf]

Sometimes I remember that my whole house was so obsessed with the show Merlin, that we named the first tree we planted in the yard Merlin.

When it was given to us 11 years ago it was hardly a scraggly stick, and now it looks like a giant bush

Artist rendition

[hopecomesbacktolife]

to be fair I still haven’t seen episode 9, but. I’m still 100% a “korkie is actually secretly korkie kryze-kenobi and his daughter is rey making her rey kenobi” truther

[thecoolerliauditore]

I don't disagree with your whole "Pearl should stay and discover the consequences," per se, because I DO believe getting "rescued" by Gem or Jimmy or Tango or whoever will ultimately not be very good for her character. But. BUT. i DO feel like there's a very likely probability that if and when she does go red, she turns on her "allies" especially if she establishes in her mind that they're toxic and Not Good For Her beforehand. THEN we can have a team-up with somebody else, because it's on her terms. The only problem with that is that it reinforces the picture of Pearl that Scott and Cleo already have in their heads, which is a problem in itself. The bottom line is I'm not quite sure I want to see her disintegrate into nothing because I feel like it would be quite unsatisfying, Instead, I really DO want to see her get driven insane by these people and start murdering, because it would be a better arc for her character as it's all on her own terms rather than being "rescued" by somebody else. The problem with this is that Pearl is too fucking loyal and will probably redirect her homicidal urges toward people outside of PICS. Anyways new Life Series is terrible I love it so much bye. - C

Okay I think I might've worded myself a bit weirdly my bad. When I said I wanted to see Pearl deal with the consequences, I didn't mean it in the sense of I hope she sticks with them the whole season and things never change.

I ALSO don't hope she leaves them for another team. In fact when it comes to watching these live I don't really "hope" anything, I just take what I'm given and work with what I get -- because I know my expectations are going to be significantly more self-indulgent and thus less challenging than what the series itself will present me with. Like if it were up to me we'd be watching six seasons of Ethubs' ongoing toxic married couple roleplay and scott smajor monologuing evangelion style but that isn't what we got and I'm glad for it.

My original "I hope she gets whittled down to nothing" comment was more just me trying to be contrarian and funny since I'd seen a lot of people rallying for her to leave them and join Gem and Joel and I thought I'd be a stick in the mud about it.

TLDR I don't like having expectations. Whatever happens I'm going to make awesome in my head regardless.

Don't get me wrong if she does actually stay with them the whole season and gets kicked around the whole time I'm going to be melting into a puddle of despair and entropy with the rest of you forever I will never be a human being again. But also I love that this series has that effect on me.

[zeebreezin]

🎲 maybe Bev could give Josie a kiss 🤔

Oh, to finally find friendship in someone else in your field, but find yourself on opposite sides of a conflict you could never truly grasp the scale of…

#39 - A Hesitant Kiss

The tales of London most Sequencers had heard growing up painted the fallen city as a dismal. Cold, and dark, and full of purposeless people struggling to find meaning. The dreary cobblestone streets were filled with disorganized souls pushing this way and that, with misery around every corner. Everything was drowning in chaos, in expression, in colours the young engineer couldn’t see. Nothing like the warm, bright, efficient life on the Geode, where everything ran in time with everything else.

No, nothing at all like home.

Professor Ashwood’s lab wasn’t quite as chaotic as the streets outside, far from it. Everything had its proper place - though some of it relied on a color coding system Beverley couldn’t quite grasp - and when the professor was at the helm, the laboratory ran with an efficiency any of his superiors would’ve been proud of. Not like they would ever know, of course. Beverley had tried his best to keep his hours in Professor Ashwood’s laboratory out of his reports to his superiors - after all, they knew that part of his posting here was to study. There wasn’t anything of note about that. He was there to learn. The soft comfort that came from finally donning the protective gear and entering the laboratory proper, wearing a smile that almost felt his own, well, that was clearly only the passion for his studies. The place was familiar, and calming, but that was all. Nothing of note. Certainly nothing outside his expected role here. He’d learned so much from the professor, after all.

That’s what made this difficult.

Beverley wasn’t exactly a hard figure to miss, parting the small crowd of fellow students as he walked towards Professor Ashwood’s office. The hustle and bustle of the crowd still set him on edge, with chaotic threads slicing through his vision at every turn. So much talking, so many different warps and shifts - it was enough to make Beverley’s head pound, if not for the dark lenses buffering out the worst of it. He didn’t wish the crowd could’ve stalled him for longer, that someone might’ve called out to him and delayed his journey. No, of course not. He had work to do.

He couldn’t help but hesitate before knocking on her door, though. Beverley’s hands shook, slightly, old scars prickling with half-forgotten pain. The script he’d written looped in his mind, over and over again.

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned a short task on the Admirality’s orders, and I’ll be gone for some time.

Simple, polite, and to the point. There wasn’t anything to be worried about. Beverley knocked on the door, trying to suppress the hope that she simply wasn’t in.

“Please, come in.” Josephine’s voice, calm and professional as always.

Beverley’s pale form had to stoop a touch to enter her office, a bright smile on his face as always. Golden thread twisted elegant knots in his stomach. “Professor Ashwood! I hope you’re well- could you spare me a moment, perhaps?” He said, fighting to keep his voice light.

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned a task on my superior's personal orders. I’ll be gone for some time. I don’t know when I’ll be back. It’s a simple, nothing to worry about.

“Can I help you with anything, Mr. Beverley?” Josephine’s voice cut through his thoughts. She stood in front of him. He knew exactly what to say. He’d had it in mind all day.

“I, ah, well…” Beverley swallowed dryly. “I’m… I’m going to be absent, for some time. Admiralty business, I’ve talked it over with the deans of course, I merely wanted to say my goodbyes in person.”

He could see the gears turning in her head - why would he be called out on business as a student sponsored by the admiralty? Why would such business take him out of classes? Beverley continued speaking, rushing to fill the air - he couldn’t answer her questions without risking something far worse.

“You’ve been a wonder to learn from, Professor- I truly mean that, you’ve…” Complicated everything. “Aided me greatly, in so much.”

Please excuse the disturbance Professor, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been assigned to build and detonate several explosives on campus for the purposes of killing your colleagues. This is what I was made to do, you know. Don’t worry - I won’t be back.

She had to be talking at this point. Consciously, Beverley knew that Josephine had to be speaking to him, and that he was responding. It was all a blur, though. He was thankful she couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses. Gold crackled lightly in his gaze, trying desperately to keep the honey-gold grip on his mind intact.

Beverley reached out to shake her hand. And then he was holding her hand. And then.

“Thank you so much. I can’t say it enough, Professor. And I…” Fear was bleeding into his tone. The handshake had gone on for too long. A headache was blooming in the corner of his temple. Then all of a sudden, Beverley raised Josephine’s hand to his lips, barely a kiss. The tremble in his voice was even clearer. “Something glorious is coming, Professor, I’m sorry. For your sake, I hope you never see me again.”

Then, with more fear in his heart than he’d ever admit, Beverley ran.

[artblock-tm]

I have colourful spheres on the brain. You should give me some Kirby headcanons/thoughts

Oh god I don’t think hard enough about Kirby for this. I’ll try my best but I’m honestly only a casual Kirby enjoyer and it’s not on my brain that often. The characters I think about most are Galacta Knight and Morpho Knight and the former isn’t even canon.

That being said. Let me try and scrounge up some headcanons.

-I do think Magolor, in some ironic, twisted way, would like DND. In fact I think he’d make a good DM. A theoretical DND session with the RTDL crew would be funny probably.

-I think when Meta and Galacta first fought, Galacta was covered in stray leftover crystals, and in every recurring fight they grow less and less. (On a whim I made a gijinka design for Galacta a while ago that kinda has this!)

-On that vein of thought, Galacta’s first few fights after being freed from the crystals was like fighting a cornered animal. But as Galacta was summoned again and again, they progressively became more and more tired as they let go of their title and worth.

-I think Kirby wouldn’t mind being used as a dodgeball. Like sometimes when you throw kids in the air and they giggle and laugh and tell you to do it again. Kirby would do that when you throw them as hard as you can across the room and they hit the wall with a thwap and stick to the wall like putty.

-Morpho Knight kinda reminds me of the phrase “like a moth to a flame” with their fire and butterfly theming going on. Not exactly a headcanon, but if I were to further develop a character for the few Morpho gijinka ideas I had, then I’d center them around that phrase.

-Morpho would jaywalk by the way. And if you called them out on it, they would correct you and tell you that they flutter, not walk. And then they’d flutter away before you can argue any differently.

Yeah that’s all I have. Hope it suffices 👍

[ladylooch]

Strictly Pleasure - [Timo Meier]

A/N: So color me stunned when I went to the roster of Team Switzerland in 2019 and did not in fact see Timo on it……. Because the Sharks were in the playoffs…. LMAO But you know my entire AU timeline is built on 2019 so we go with it. As promised, the full fic for our unanimous poll winners 🥹

As a warning, I literally was clawing my fingernails into the bench seat editing this morning. Holy fuck. Apparently I was feeling extra smutty this weekend.....

Word Count: 4.3k

The coolness of my white wine glass chills my palm while I bring the liquid to my lips. I take a sip, lips curling up in appreciation of both the wine and the stunning sunset before my eyes. I sit on the patio of a cafe in Bratislava, Slovakia awaiting the arrival of my little brother. I am the only member of my family who has been able to make it over to Slovakia in time to see him compete for our country at the IIHF World Championships. His previous international experience has been at the U18 level, but this year he is competing in the big leagues. We are so proud of him and I feel honored to have the flexibility to see him live his dream this week.

Crowds from various countries line the streets of the capital city, surrounding Ondrej Nepela Arena. Various teams are represented- the three crowns of Sweden, the lion of Finland and one man with the red and white of my home country. I smile at the familiar crest on his chest. He wanders down the sidewalk with sunglasses on, hair perfectly styled in a swoop to the left. Mirrored aviators hide his upward gaze to the awning that spells out the restaurant. He flips his sunglasses up, looking down at his phone, then at the name of the restaurant again. Once confirming, he puts his phone back in his pocket, then stalls his footsteps at the podium explaining the menu options for tonight.

“Go Swiss!” I cheer in my native language at him. He looks up from where he had been studying the menu, nodding in my direction. 

“You from?”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“I assumed so. You have the accent.” 

“You… kind of do?” He chuckles, questioning. His head tilts to the side slightly, thick eyebrows pulling lower over his eyes. “Where are you from?”

“Close to Bern.”

“Ah… that southern dialect can be troublesome.”

“Maybe you just haven’t heard it enough. Should get out of the big city.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Zurich. Clearly.”

“St. Gallen.”

“Same difference.” 

“Okay.” He chuckles, shifting as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “This place any good?”

“Wine is good.” I cheers my glass in the air at him. “But other than that, I don’t know. My brother picked the place.”

“Yeah, I am meeting someone here too.” 

“Would you like to wait with me? I can buy you a drink.” For some reason, he laughs. 

“Buy me a drink?” He nods. “Sure, if your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“No boyfriend. I’m sure your girlfriend will not be much longer though?”

“No girlfriend. If I did, sitting next to a beautiful Swiss woman would likely get me into big trouble.” He murmurs, reaching for the back of the empty chair across from me. As he pulls it out, my brother comes hustling up next to us.

“Oh great! You did get my text about Timo joining us. I’m glad you found each other.” We both pause, connecting the pieces of who we are to each other. I would not have pegged him as a hockey player. He presents so different from the others I have interacted with over my brother’s playing career. “Timo, this is my older sister Emma.”

“Nice to meet you.” He murmurs as he shakes my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together in a polite shake. His fingers drag along every inch of my palm as he pulls his hand back, creating an electric jolt up my arm.

“Yeah…” I trail off, answering my brother. I gulp down a sip of wine. “He was easy to spot.” Nico grins as I stand, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Hi.” I haven’t seen Nico for a few weeks. He came home to Switzerland after his season ended, but was running off with all his friends with his new found freedom.

“I am glad you could make it. Mama and Papa are coming tomorrow?”

“Yes, it was the earliest they could get here. I was able to get on a flight from my conference in Berlin.” 

“Good. More time together.” I laugh, glancing at Timo who studies the menu across from me.

“Seemed you liked the way the last few weeks were.” I murmur. “Your big sister always coming in last.”

“I’m sorry.” Nico sighs regretfully.

“It’s okay. As per usual, your time is pulled in every single direction.” 

“Yes, but you’re important to me. I’ll do better.”

“Good! You can start by buying me dinner. You make the big bucks now!” 

“Yeah, you can buy mine too. You make 1st overall money. I’m slumming it down at 9.” Timo and I share a look, chuckling together at Nico’s red, embarrassed cheeks.

“With a flick of a pen, you instantly made more money than your sister has her entire career. You can buy my dinner.” I pile on.

“Stop.” Nico shakes his head with a shy smile. “I will buy you dinner because I love you and that’s it.” I shake my head, looking over at Timo.

“Nico always has to be so sweet to make me feel bad for teasing him.”

“You need to get meaner Nico.” Timo laughs. “Your sister is more intimidating than you.” I scoff at him, then smirk.

“Certified man eater.” I confirm. “You better be careful.” He sucks his cheeks in for a moment, scanning his eyes along my body. Then he shakes his head.

“I like a challenge.” He winks. I pause, recognizing his interest, sliding my gaze over to my little brother who seems to be contemplating between two entrees. I lick a drop of wine off my lips after taking a sip. Timo’s blue eyes stay there, then fall back down to the menu in front of me.

The rest of dinner, these small, wordless interactions happen. He brushes my hand while handing me back my filled water glass. We steal looks at each other whenever Nico isn’t looking. Most of the conversation is driven by us towards each other. Nico seems content to listen, happy to see us getting along so well after inviting a stranger to sibling bonding. I am thankful he did. Timo and I are vibing, conversing and joking like we have known each other for years, not less than two hours. 

Nico pays the bill, making a huge show of treating us with his black Amex. 

“Flaunting your wealth is tacky Nico.” I scold. He scoffs at me, waving me up out of my seat. I toss my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a forced hug. “I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you, buddy! Thank you!” Timo says too, coming in to the other side so Nico is sandwiched between us. I giggle hard, tilting my head back towards the dark sky while doing so. Timo’s hands grip my sides as we squeeze Nico harder. I fold my fingers over his arms too, feeling the soft material of his sweatshirt. When I open my eyes all I can see is Timo. His beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy. His big smile and scrunched nose indicating how much fun he is having with us.

“I could use another drink.” I hear myself say to him directly. He nods immediately, releasing from our packed hug.

“We have a bar in our hotel. Are you staying there too?” Timo asks casually.

“Oh! Yes! Let’s go.” I exclaim. “Neeks?”

“Maybe. I’m tired, but I’ll see how I feel when we get there.” 

“Okay.” I shrug. No offense to Nico, but I wouldn’t be disappointed if he didn’t come.

“How are we feeling about the game tomorrow?” I ask the boys as we walk the cobblestone walk way. 

“Good. We’ll get it done.” Timo says confidently. Nico echos that though a yawn.

His yawning continues through our first round of drinks until he is almost falling asleep sitting up in his chair where we sit at a space in the bar, backing up to the lobby.

“Nico, just go to bed.” I chuckle.

“Yeah I am going to head there.” Nico sighs after a yawn. He looks over at me. “You too?” I bite my lip, shaking my head. 

“I’m not tired. I stay up late for a living.” Nico shrugs his shoulders. “Goodnight.” He stands up.

“Goodnight baby brother.” I tease him as he heads across the lobby to the elevators. “Sleepy good!” I take a sip of my wine, then settle my brown eyes on Timo who still watches with those interested eyes. “Are you tired?” I wonder.

“No.” He says then takes a sip of his drink. “A lot more interesting things are happening down here than in mine and Fiala’s room.” A shiver runs from the base of my neck down my spine pulling my chest tight with flattery. 

“You like to stay up late?”

“Mhm.” He answers around another sip of his drink. He licks at his top teeth afterwards, bringing my eyes back to his lips. “Kinda have to in this job. What do you do?”

“I own an event planning business.” 

“Oh fancy, Ms. Entrepreneur.” 

“I went to college and everything.”

“Impressive. Maybe I should hire you to run my charity golf tournament.”

“I could do that. But it depends.”

“On?”

“What happens between us tonight.” A slow and sexual grin rolls across his lips. He likes my boldness. My heart fluters excitedly in my chest. I love this part, getting gorgeous and powerful men to give into what has been brewing between us. “I have a strict line between business and pleasure. I’m sure you can understand that in your line of work.” Timo nods, looking lost in a previous mistake. 

“That is fair.” He tilts his head. A few teammates walk through the lobby, shouting a hello at Timo. He gives a brief wave, then focuses back on me.

“Any chance I could convince you to go somewhere private to discuss further your personal and professional qualifications?” There is nothing professional about his request.

“Where would you suggest?”

“Maybe your room?” I pretend to contemplate, leaning back in my chair while studying him with scrutiny. 

“What would we do there?” I ask him, dragging out the vowels in my words. I slowly run my tongue along my lips, gathering his attention there.

“You can tease me some more with that mouth.” 

Forward. Bold. Going in for the kill, just like I hoped. 

“Our drinks?” He pulls his wallet out, tossing cash onto the table. He stuffs his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans and stands. He holds his hand out for me. I stare at the warm, welcoming skin of his palm. I know what taking that hand means. I know this is dangerous territory, but Timo is a temporary teammate of my brother. It’s not like he is in New Jersey with him full time.

I slide my fingers gently into his hand, then clasp it as he lifts me into a standing position. He weaves our fingers together, palms cupping each other as we walk silently to the elevator. He pulls me in behind him, then turns expectantly at me.

“Four.” I tell him. He presses the button and the doors close. 

“You do this often?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Plenty.” His eyes drag ravenously from my face down my body. He nods in surprised appreciation. “I won’t tell you I love you after, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckles. 

“You look harder to get than that. What are the rules?” He asks as he turns towards me. His hand drops mine, so he can pull my hips flush with his. My eyes flutter at what I feel. Big. Hard. Ready. 

“Wrap it up. Don’t you dare finish before me. No butt stuff. And…” I insist, stepping closer. “Nico never knows.” My foot goes between his, rubbing my thigh against his zipper. He exhales a little heavier, hinting at the desire building in his body. The elevator doors open and we step out. I lead the way, sliding the key through and pushing the door open. I walk in first again. He shuts the door behind us then crosses the slim space between us. He whips me around by my wrist, crowding my space immediately. My heartbeat skyrockets in dangerous and needy passion.

“Anything else?” He asks, sliding a hand to the side of my neck. He holds it tight, thumb stroking my cheek. His blue eyes are fierce, ready for whatever waits for us on the other side of my answer. 

“What are yours?”

“I don’t want anything serious. You understand that?” He strokes my cheek as he says it as if to soften the blow. He’s clearly had this conversation before with other women. He’ll figure out I’m not like them soon enough.

“Completely.”

“Are you on the pill?” 

“Yes.” I laugh. “Are we going to fuck now or keep playing 20 questions?” I slide my hand down to the button on his pants. He laughs too, pausing as he bites his bottom lip. 

“What are your thoughts on cuddling?”

“Hell no.”

“My kinda girl.” He whispers then closes the gap between our faces.

His lips on mine create an explosion that rocks me to my core. I exhale into his mouth in a moan. He runs his hand through my hair then down my body. It wraps around my waist and he lifts, practically tossing me up onto the hotel desk. The lamp shade rattles against the wall. His hands come to my shirt, lifting. Our lips part for a moment, then reconnect with tongues. Wetness pools in my panties, almost soaking them through. 

One of his hands comes up to my breast, squeezing it, then finding my nipple and thumbing it over my bra. I sigh happily into his mouth, then fist his shirt in my hand. His shirt joins mine on the floor, then I reach for the button on his pants. It snaps apart easily. I jerk his zipper down until it’s completely open. His cock is hot and seeping in his underwear. I pull back from his mouth, looking down as he unclasps my bra. The straps slack along my arms. He pulls them the rest of the way off, then takes me in. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, tugging my hips so I slide closer to him on the desk top. “So, so beautiful.” He repeats against the warm skin of my chest. His lips kiss down vertically, until he gets to a tight nipple. He makes eye contact with me as he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue strokes upwards too, making my jaw unhinge for a moment. “You had so much to say earlier, now you’re quiet? Gonna have to change that.” He whispers, then sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, working it over, sending darts of pleasure to my clit. It aches to be touched, missing out on his skilled mouth and fingers. 

“Oh.” I pant. He smirks into my breast.

My fingers find the waistband of his underwear, tugging it back from his skin so his cock rises to rest on his belly. His red tip is oozing down the edge of his head. I bite my lip, then my head knocks back into the lamp as his tongue strokes my other nipple into submission.

Fuck, this is incredible. He knows exactly what he is doing. When to push, when to pull away, how to tease and reward. He will be worth any future punishment. My hands shove at the waistbands of his bottom layers until they work down his strong hips. He steps out of them, grabbing a condom in his jean pocket, then kicks them off to the side. I lean back on one palm grinning. He lets me take him in, every delicious curve and edge of his muscular body made perfect from hockey and hard work. His big hands cup my breasts, rolling his thumbs over the stiff peaks in unison. 

“Oh that feels sooo good.” I moan appreciatively. I run my free hand through my hair. He watches my face, playing with me more until I am embarrassingly close to coming without him even being inside of me. “I need you to fill me up.”I demand breathlessly. He bites his lip.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You can tell me what to do all night, Emma.” 

“Just call me Em.” I laugh. “Emma is so formal.” 

“Whatever you want, babe.” 

He unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them off my legs. He admires my black, lace panties, seeing the creamy wetness pooling there just for him, then he works them off my body so we are both naked. He picks me up, setting me to the very edge of the desk, then he hands me the condom. I rip the package open with my teeth, gripping the tip, before easing it down his shaft. His eyes close and he sways slightly forward at my hands on him.

He crowds my space, our breath combining together, still smelling like the minimal alcohol we had tonight. One hand goes to my left hip, then the other goes to grip his shaft. He rolls his head through my folds, collecting my soaking juices before he nestles his head at my entrance. Together, we watch him disappear between my swollen lips. He lets out a shaky exhale. He grabs my wrists, putting them on his shoulders, then he lifts me slightly up off the desk, beginning to pump into my pussy. 

Tingling explosions burst out down my body. Gooseflesh covers my arms and legs as I take each hard thrust with enthusiastic greed. I kiss along his jaw, grinning at the way I jerk in his arms with each pump. He isn’t handling me like a fragile doll, he is fucking me just like I knew he would. Hard, fast, deep, showing he was built with power and strength for a reason.

“Fuck, Em, your pussy is so good.” He growls into my neck. The sound of skin slapping together increases, becoming disgustingly obvious in the room as he rocks hard into me. “So wet and tight.” He hisses through gritted teeth. My nose bumps into his jaw as I moan on his throat. He turns his face, capturing my lips then fucking up harder and faster into me. My whole body goes tight and rigid, then I fall into my orgasm. Timo fucks me through it, not wavering in his thrusts at all until I collapse onto his chest in surrender. He slows then, kissing my neck as he takes me to the bed. He lays me down, then work himself out of me. I look down at the condom, wondering if we are done.

“Your turn. Show me what you got, Hischier.” I laugh loudly. He sits down on the bed, then falls backwards. He takes my hand in one of his, fingers folding together, helping me maneuver to straddle his lap. I work my hair to one side, then reach behind me to grab his cock in my hand. He hums, then sighs happily as I swallow him whole in one press of my hips. Timo’s eyes literally roll back into his head as I start to move. His hands come behind his head fingers lacing together on the pillow below.

“That’s right. Just lay there princess.” I smirk, throwing my hips back on his cock. 

“Funny… gorgeous… talented… where has Nico been hiding you?”

“Practically under your nose.”

“Ah, that’s why I didn’t see it. It’s a little big.” I giggle, then set my hands on his shoulders, rolling my hips.

“Ooo. You know how to fuck.” He praises me. “So good….” He bites his lip, exhaling heavily. “Little more, gorgeous.” He encourages. I comply and he groans. “Mmmm.” His hands snap away from the back of his head. He grips my hips, feeling the roll of them on him. Then two fingers find my clit. I shutter. His other hand comes to my breast, pinching my nipple. “Fuck me until you cum.”  He whispers. I moan shakily, then keep bucking my hips down into him. When he senses I am about to release, he works his hips up in little thrusts to help me over the edge.

“Oh!” I cry out, pinching my other nipple.

He gently eases me down, pulling his feet up closer to his butt so his thighs create support for my back. I slump into them. I pant, looking at him on the pillow as he smirks. 

“Shit.” I hiss as he forces his cock up deep into me, lifting my weight with his hips like it’s nothing. 

“Doggy?” He asks, wiggling his large eyebrows. I nod eagerly.

I’ve never come so hard or had so much fun with a one night stand before. Usually, it’s awkward, bumping into each other and trying to find the right tempo. Not with Timo. It truly feels like we were made for each other. Gone is the insecure way I try to move my body so my partner can see the best angles. Usually, I stay away from doggy. But I am desperate to feel the hard slapping of his balls against my clit. 

We both stand. Timo kisses me, tongues flirting within my mouth. Our lips are puffy and red by the time we pull apart. He twists my hips, working his cock between my legs as I bend over in front of him. He lines his latex covered head with my entrance, then pulls me back on his dick. We both groan loudly this time, appreciating the stretch and arousal of each other. 

“Gonna be dreaming about this pussy tonight.” He groans, starting to buck his hips again. The delicious slapping has me deliriously groping the bed sheets. His thick cock crams into me thrust after thrust, feeling like he is rearranging my internal organs. A big hand comes to the back of my neck, forcing me down. I groan loudly, shrieking an inhale at how good this angle feels. 

“Please.” I hear myself beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me cum. Please. More. Um! That! Yeah!” I yelp out as his hips snap harder into me. My ass shakes with his powerful thrusts. I turn my face into the comforter, then scream hard into it as a powerful orgasm grips my core and turns me inside out. 

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum. Feels so fucking good when you cum.” I shake against his thighs as he finishes in the condom. His hand releases from the back of my neck. He grips the edge of the condom then works his way out of me. Wordlessly, he heads to the bathroom, striping himself and cleaning off. I collapse forward into the bed sheets, curling into the fetal position while my heavy breathing continues. Timo brings a towel back with him, tossing it to me. Afterwards, I throw it onto the floor while he lays back next to me in bed. 

“Good job.” I murmur, holding my hand up. He slaps it firmly, then sighs happily.

“That was amazing.” He turns to look at me when he says it. I nod, meeting his gaze. “Any chance you’re available for more of that this summer?”

“No strings?”

“No strings.” He agrees. 

“Then yeah. I’m available.” He chuckles. 

“We make a good team, tho. Damn.” He rubs a hand over his head. He turns his wrist, looking at the time on his expensive, silver watch. “I gotta go. It’s almost curfew.”

“Yeah, I want to go to sleep.” I admit, stretching out, pushing at his thigh under the covers to move him off the bed. He dramatically rolls off like I kicked him full on. I giggle as he rests his chin on the bed from the floor. His blue eyes soak me up. His hand comes up, poking at my left cheek.

“Your dimples are cute.”

“Thank you.” I murmur. 

“How long are you here?”

“Wanna see me again already?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Sex that great is rare. I want you again tomorrow.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I roll my bottom lip in my mouth, watching him pull his clothes back on. His last article is the Team Switzerland sweatshirt he zips up to the middle of his chest.

“Okay.” I agree. He smiles gently, then walks towards me. 

He kneels one knee on the bed, hovering over the body he wrecked tonight. He kisses me quick, then pulls away. He smells seductive and sultry, like his expensive cologne and me. 

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.” I respond. He walks out of the room, closing the door softly during his exit.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling above me. The butterflies in my stomach expand up into my chest until it feels crammed full. I put my hand over my face, watching back the reel of the night against my black eyelids, ending with the mutual agreement of more. 

More this weekend. More even this off-season too. More, more, more because it will be months before I will have had my fill of him.

I’m not sure how we will make it all work. Sneaking around once is one thing, but doing it continuously is another.

I guess this planner is going to have to figure it out. 

Because It’s going to be a long, hot summer with Timo Meier.

More Timo and Emma can be found here.

[afarewelltokings]

remember when this website was really into the metamorphosis by franz kafka for like 2 months? i finally read it. what the fuck

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This isn't aimed at anyone individually, but; I always regret opening the box that is ascended vs non-ascended Astarion fans and "who is actually the pathetic eternally broken one".