#also I love the TONGUE in the teeth window I didn't see that before!!!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Just found the pregnancy fic with Lucifer and I have to say I want to see a part 3 where Lucifer is the sub with a lactation kink

A/n: I hope this is good because I do not think I've written this before, also I apologize for not making him sub.

“Found you.” Lucifer panted as he made his way over to you. His arms wrapping around you from pulling you flush against his chest as he buried his face into your neck inhaling your intoxicating scent. "Why are you working?" He let out a small whine where his hand ran across your bump. "You shouldn't be working ya know."

You should be resting, you deserved your rest.Letting out a soft sigh Lucifer let his hands wander around you in a teasing yet loving touch, each caress of your curves made his desire for you more evident. He wanted you, he'd love nothing more than to claim you in the hallway, to press your body against the window to ravish you right then and there. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to hear your moans echo throughout the halls as he pounds into your tight heat.

Pouting for a moment he let his hand cup your stomach. “It’s not good for our baby, my beloved.”

Lucifer let his head rest on your shoulder as his hand continued to stroke the tiny bump of your belly. "Do I need to punish you?" He teased.

Tilting your head back, a little giggle escaped your lips you couldn't help but feel a rush of desire hit you.

"You sure you really want me? I mean my breasts have been leaking...a lot." You muttered feeling cheeks burn with embarrassment as you quickly adverted your gaze. " I mean it's not very sexy."

Scoffing, Lucifer let his teeth graze your neck. "You will always be sexy."

Lucifer's voice laced with amusement as he leant in to press a gentle kiss to your temple but that didn't satisfy him , he wanted to see you. Spinning you around he then cupped your cheeks gently. "My dearest, do you think something as natural as breastfeeding could ever make me want you any less?" His hand's moved to your hips pulling your face as he looked into your eyes."You are the embodiment of beauty to me, in every form and every stage of life. Your body is a testament to the love we share and the life we are creating together. I find it incredibly sexy, knowing that you are nurturing our child."

Grinning, he then pressed his lips against your ear his voice filled with desire. "And if you're concerned about the leaking, perhaps I can find a way to help you relieve the pressure." His hands slid down to cup your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Would you like me to show you just how much I desire you, regardless of what your body is doing?" He nipped at your earlobe, his voice husky. "I can make you forget all your worries, my love."

Letting out a small squeal, you looked up at him feeling desire rush through you, your breath hitched, as you then gave him a shy smile moving your hand to his chest.

"I'd like that...I mean I my breasts are feeling awfully sore and if you don't mind." Looking up at him, you pressed your body into his tugging at his tie.

A wicked grin quickly formed across his face feeling your body press into his.Desire for you surged through his veins and with any hesitation, he swept you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the bedroom. The anticipation in the air was thick, charged with raw desire. As you both entered the room, he gently placed you on the plush bed, his eyes never leaving your form.

He slowly removed his gloves, letting them fall to the floor, before he moved closer to you as hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and hips, savoring the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. With each touch, he could feel the heat building between you both, the intensity of your connection growing stronger.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue eagerly seeking entrance to taste you. Your mouths moved together in a dance of desire, your tongues tangling and exploring. Pulling back, his breath was heavy and his eyes were dark with hunger.

"Undress for me, my love," he commanded, his voice laced with a mix of authority and longing. He wanted to see you naked, to feast my eyes on your stunning body. As you complied, shedding your clothes one by one, his anticipation grew. Each article of clothing fell to the floor, revealing your curves that he worshipped.

Once he stood before you, completely bare and vulnerable, he could no longer contain myself. He closed the distance between you both, pressing you against the edge of the bed. His hands roamed freely over your exposed flesh, teasing and caressing every inch. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

As he reached your breasts, he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around it. He could taste the sweetness of you, mixed with the faint saltiness of your arousal. Lucifer could feel your body shudder in response, your breath hitching with pleasure.

His hands continued their exploration, sliding down your body until they reached the apex of your thighs. He gently pushed your legs apart, exposing your most intimate parts to his hungry gaze. His fingers traced the slick folds of your sex, feeling your wetness coating his digits.

With a growl of desire, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, relishing in the way your body clenched around him. He set a steady rhythm, his thumb rubbing circles against your sensitive clit, intensifying your pleasure. As your moans filled the room, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that he was the one bringing you such exquisite pleasure.

As he continued to suck at your breasts, his tongue lavishing attention on each sensitive mound. He sucked and nipped, drawing out your milky essence, savoring the taste that was uniquely yours.You tasted so good, he felt like something was wrong he couldn't help but grow harder tasting the milk.

But he wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted to feel your release against his cock. Withdrawing his fingers, he chuckled hearing a whimper of protest from you. With a primal growl, he positioned himself between your legs, his throbbing cock begging for release.Entering you with a single thrust, filling you completely.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure and desire. As he set the pace that was both relentless and tender, knowing exactly how to push you to the brink of pleasure.

Leaning in, Lucifer felt his wings emerge encasing you both, his horns growing, a deep growl escaping his lips feeling your hands grasp levering yourself as he whispered dirty words of adoration and ownership in your ear, driving you wild with desire.

His hands gripped your hips, his thrusts becoming more intense, driven by an insatiable hunger for you. Together, you both reached the pinnacle of pleasure, your bodies convulsing in blissful release.

Collapsing beside you, your breathing ragged, Lucifer then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"My love, you are the embodiment of pleasure, and I will never tire of exploring every inch of your exquisite body." Lucifer then placed a gentle kiss on your temple, his heart filled with love and satisfaction.

Looking up at him, your own eyes filled with love as you caressed his cheeks. "I love you too, more than anything Lucifer."

[maybe-its-5sos]

Beautiful (Cathleen Bate Smut)

Requested: No

Summary: Cathleen can't stop herself after you go to an event looking like that.

Word Count: 1144

Warning(s): Sex, Female reader

She couldn't take her eyes off you, your dress hugging your curves perfectly as you laugh with your friends. Star had invited you to an event with her, she loves showing you off and this was a perfect opportunity. You both dressed to the nines looking as gorgeous as ever.

What she didn't take into account was that some of your friends were also going to be there, pulling you away from her. You weren't far away from Cassie by any means, her hand resting on your hip, but your attention was else where, drink sloshing in your glass as you laugh.

"Hey baby, I think it's time to go," she whispers leaning closer to your ear, you smile and nod as you say goodbye to your friends and finish up the drink in your hand.

"We're leaving early," you chuckle, squeezing Cathleen's hand that is now in yours. "I can't wait any longer, you're too beautiful to resist," she lets you know, winking, a bright blush dusting your cheeks. Cassie starts briskly walking towards the waiting car outside, pulling you with her as you yelp, trying to catch up. "Wait up, I can't walk that fast in these heels," Her walk slows but not by a lot, the door to the car open as you both slide in quickly.

As the driver takes off, Cassie's hand rests on your thigh, rubbing small gentle stripes up and down with her thumb, giving you goosebumps, a wicked look in her eyes. The drive isn't very long, but her strong fingers have made their way higher and higher up your thigh, causing you to clench your thighs together, a wetness spreading in your probably already ruined underwear.

Before you can indulge in your arousal, the car comes to a halt, looking out the window you see the front of your shared home. "Well that was fast." you muse to yourself scootching closer to the door as you had been leaning into your better halves side without even realizing it.

The door opens, Cathleen's hand out reached. She helps you out of the car and without a second to process, she picks you up in a bridal carry, quickly making her way to the house.

The door slams behind her as she disregards her own shoes, quickly taking you to the bedroom. With your heels still on you're a lot closer to being of a similar height.

Her lips crash into yours like a tidal wave, your hands pulling her into you by her hips. She doesn't put up any resistance. Soon the back of your legs touch the bed and you both come up for air. "What's gotten into you?" you ask breathily, not complaining about the intimate situation. "When I saw you in this," she says running her hands up and down your sides "I honestly thought that we should skip the event all together." She informs you kissing your lips once more, her hand gently making it up your inner thigh, the dress lifting with it. The sensation sending a shiver down your spine. "But then seeing you smile at your friends like that....Damn am I lucky to have you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." She confesses effortlessly, kissing down the side of your neck, nibbling every now and then. A breathy moan escapes your throat, as you slide one of your hands down her arm, the other gently placed on the back of her neck.

" I think the title for most beautiful is all yours baby," You moan as she makes her way to your collar bones.

Cassie gently pushes you to sit down on the bed, gently caressing your breasts, leaving small love bites before pulling one out of the confinement of your dress all together. Her tongue flicks your nipple causing you to let out a needy moan.

"Don't keep me waiting baby," You beg as she slowly plays with your nipple. "All in due time gorgeous," She says with a smile, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. Your back arches into her, a moan so desperate leaving your lips.

Her wandering hand finally makes its way all the way to your soaked underwear as she gives your clothed pussy a small rub. " So wet already and we just started." She chuckles, her lips making their way back up to yours, the kiss fervent.

Her hand leaves your clothed cunt, causing you to whimper from the loss of contact. "Open up." Cassie commands, gently pushing on your thighs. You slide your legs open wider, as her finger hooks around your panties. She pulls them off in one swipe.

She kisses up your ankles, gently nibbling on your sensitive inner thighs as she makes her way to your weeping cunt. She licks a strip up from your hole to your clit a gorgeous moan coming from her. "I'll never get used to how good you taste." She tells you, going to town on your sensitive nub. Your head falls back as she pulls your heeled leg over her shoulder, giving her better access and lapping up all your juices, her skilled tongue working magic on your pussy. As Cathleen works her magic, the pleasure that has been building finally crashes over you with a breathy yet loud moan of your lovers name as your pussy pulsates. Cassie never stops, riding the high while liking up everything you give her. "Even you moaning my name is beautiful," She smiles as she looks up at you thru her lashes.

As your high subsides she moves her face away momentarily. "Hope you didn't think we were done yet, pretty." she says, slowly inserting a finger into you in one smooth movement, before pulling it back out. She sucks off your juices while looking at you, eliciting a moan.

She slowly inserts her finger again, this time her tongue making its way back to your sensitive bundle of nerves. She slowly pumps her finger, loving how your body reacts to her. She pulls your other leg over her shoulder, her movements getting faster.

Soon she ads another digit, curling them, making you feel oh so full. The ocean of pleasure receding again before coming down in a violent tsunami. "Y/n, I love you so much." she Mumbles between licks as she helps you ride thru the wave. she slowly pulls away and puts your legs on the ground gently.

"I don't think I can wear this dress again," you state in a matter of fact manor, causing Cassie to laugh. You grab her by the chin, pulling her up to you, giving her a kiss. It's much sweeter this time around, you can still taste your arousal on her lips.

You shift so she's laying on her back, lips never disconnecting.

"Your turn," you tell her with a wink.

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[felucians]

un bisou

Fandom: Marvel X-men | Gambit/Remy LeBeau x Reader

Reader is gender neutral with no physical descriptions. Rated PG-13 because Gambit would be the type of guy to grab anyone's ass during a kiss, he would test the boundaries and we all know it. Reader is a mutant with celestial Sun powers - technically based on my OC's powers which manipulates the Sun, specifically it's fire.

Summary: Takes place during Days of Future Past in the original X-Men series, where Bishop accuses Gambit of an assassination that destroys the future, reader is the only one to believe him. Pre-established relationships between Rogue/Gambit, Reader/Gambit and Reader is a member of the X-men team. Title is French for "a kiss". Wordcount: around 800 words.

"Don't nobody trust Gambit, eh?"

Rogue can't meet his eyes, her gaze downcast and guilt etched onto her features.

Gambit won't look at you, at your eyes glazing over in tears as your shared family denies him, believes that he could be the assassin. He didn't hear your whisper of "I do" as he loudly announces to the room, "Then Gambit don't need nobody."

He stalks away, glowering as his trench coat flows behind like a cape, and then the room is silent as his footsteps fade.

The lights black out and you're finally unfrozen, "How dare you? All of you? Not trusting one of our own, our team. Who are we if we cannot trust each other? What kind of family is this?"

The Sun hesitantly flickers through the windows, as solar flares begin radiating from your arms, anger burning through your body.

Rogue is first to speak, "Calm down, Sugah—"

"Calm down? When you all just turned your backs on him?"

Jean fixes you with a soft, understanding gaze and whispers "Go" in your mind - your chair hits the wall, leaving a dent with flashes of celestial energy trailing behind.

You don't even realise your feet carrying you through the hallways, yelling his name throughout the mansion, praying to anyone listening that he's still here and you find him before he leaves here, before he leaves you.

He's standing, paused at the doorway to the X-jet, breathing heavily with angry mutters of Cajun creole - blurring English and French seamlessly. Gambit looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes that left in a second, replaced by a harsh piercing glare, "Porquoi êtes-vous ici, Dulcinée?" (Why are you here, sweetheart?)

The nickname is spat out, venom seeping out from the endearment that would usually bring a soft flush of heat to your face. You try not to flinch. Emphasis on try, because you do, and his face somehow looks even more pained at that. Words evade you as your throat dries, refusing to respond, so you take a deep breath and a soft gulp before you respond, grateful that you could understand his mother tongue.

"I'm here because I trust you, Remy."

He falters, searching your eyes desperately to spot any falsehoods, any inkling that you were spying on him for Charles - he doesn't find any. He finds pure raw love, the kind you knew you felt but could never truly verbalise.

Everyone on the team could see your soft spot for Gambit, and he knew it too. Sure, he flirted with every woman he came into contact with and he couldn't stop thinking about Rogue - but there was something about you that left the Cajun torn, as if he also loved you but didn't dare bare his heart to anyone, as if his shield crumpled, then his world would collapse and destroy everyone he cared about with it.

But here, with only you left, dangerously close to him in the enclosed space of the doorframe's entrance, he couldn't remember why he kept those walls up. He allowed his eyes to flicker to your soft lips, watching intensely as you involuntarily catch the bottom one in between your teeth. Your heart is hammering in your chest and before you can think to pull away, to move down the hallway or into the next room, his big hands are splayed on your soft hips, your spandex suit in bright terracotta separating your skin to skin contact.

He's surprisingly soft, as his lips meet yours and he tastes like spice and tobacco. It infiltrates your senses, enveloping you in a blanket of warmth and desire while you gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss further, to let Remy explore your mouth, your taste, your emotions. His gloved hands grasp around your waist as the other dips down to your ass, giving it a small squeeze. His smirk brushes his stubble against your cheek at the soft breathy moan you let out from his actions - you would swear Jubilee was in here with the amount of fireworks lighting up your veins, the passion and love igniting your whole body in flames.

Gambit pulls away, and his face is almost unreadable and then it's sad. It's a goodbye kiss, you realise as he walks past you through the door to the X-jet - and you almost let him.

He's so lost on his own emotions and thoughts from the kiss that ghosts his lips that he doesn't notice you slipping into the darkened room after him, only to be blinded by the harsh lights as Bishop and Wolverine reveal themselves, entirely unaware of everything that just transpired between you both...

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Bliss ||

Description: What happens when a spoiled and disgraced Princess is handed off to an ex-Winter Soldier as a strategy for the royal family to be rid of her and ensure the Soldier's loyalty to them at the same time?

Pairing: Dark Ex-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Brat Princess!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier arc. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, arranged marriage, Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Bucky, spanking, exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, hair pulling, dumfication, pet names, blow job, gagging, choking, cock warming.

Note: Thank you all so so much for the love on this story! You have no idea how dear I hold it and each and every one of you to my heart! Muah!! <333 The chapter is unedited, I am sorry </3 Also, I did my best to tag everyone and if anyone got left out I am very sorry this story is my first time doing these lists and I am not very good at them 🩷

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IV

"Did you put on that show at breakfast for the Queen to see, sweets?" James raised an eyebrow at his wife after he joined her at the backseat of the SUV that would drive them to their part of the Kingdom. 

She had refused to bid farewell to anyone after behaving quite well at breakfast upon his order, or rather, threat that he had given her when they had had their bath in the morning.

James would not tolerate being husband to an out of control wife. He knew exactly how to put a leash on little deviants such as Her Highness.

Then Y/n had acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, nodding obediently when he informed her that the cars were ready for them and his men before exiting the Palace whilst her family had watched her back expectantly.

"What are you talking about, James?" The bride from last night was barely there anymore as she lied through her teeth. His jaw ticked. "I have no idea whatever you mean." 

The man sighed, sitting back as he shook his head and hooked an arm around her back. "Now, what did I tell you about lying to me last night?" She was staring out the window but he could tell she was pouting. 

"I am not." 

Oh, he was going to have so much fun crushing this pathetic little brat of his.

James clicked his tongue. "So you are lying to your husband after you used him like a disposable pawn in your little game with your mother-"

"Step-mother" the Princess corrected him, turning around to look him in the eyes with her agitated ones.

He raised an eyebrow. "So you are admitting it, then?"

"I didn't do it to disrespect you" her eyes turned soft and eyebrows furrowed worriedly. "I just-"

The Chief clicked his tongue. "Come on up" his vibranium hand patted his lap. "Little girls like you cannot just make and execute their own decisions. You need to learn your place." 

Her bottom lip jutted out. "But–"

"Butts get spanked and fucked, come on" his words made a blush and giggle burst out and into her shy hands unexpectedly. For both. He hadn't meant to say it. It was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

James wasn't a boy that said things like these.

But he still did.

And her response made it worth it.

He could get used to this.

"James!"

Was he trying to compensate for the centuries long generational gap?

For her?

"I haven't even done anything and you're already this worked up" the embarrassment on her shy face worked him up in the best way. Her real self was so different from the facade she put up. So easy. So soft. So fragile to crush and plunder. "Tsk, Mrs. Barnes. What am I going to do with you, hm?" His hand pushed at her ass. 

"Not too painful, please?" Y/n batted her lashes at him prettily. 

The driver was so uncomfortable James could sense it. But he dared not glance at them through the rearview mirror. He wouldn't. If he cared to keep his eyes and head. 

"Stalling will only add to your punishment, sweets." A small whine left her as she pouted and crawled his lap begrudgingly with her head lowered. 

"No fair" she whispered so softly under her breath that it made her gasp when he responded. 

There would be a lot of getting used to to an enhanced man.

"I'll tell you what isn't fair." Pushing her dress up to her waist, James placed his non-human arm over her back to press her in place. "What isn't fair is lying to me when I have been nothing but a good husband to you" spanking both her clothed cheeks at the same time, he peeled her underwear off. "What isn't fair is you using me as a pawn to deny your step-mother her satisfaction" a loud whine filled the air when he rained down spanks on her already hurt and bruised bottom. 

"James, please! Husband, please! It hurts so much!" Y/n's legs kicked in defense, ass trying to dodge his hits. 

"It hurts, does it?" He feigned surprise, removing his arm from her back to hold her by the hair at the back of her head, pulling it closer so he could whisper in her ear. "Then why are you so wet, baby?" James' eyes were trained on the rearview mirror, watching the nervous driver carefully to make sure he wouldn't steal a glance. 

No one except him could see his wife in this state.

"You've made such a mess on my hand, look" moving her head by her hair to allow her an easier view of his hand that he had been spanking her with, the Chief showed her his wet fingers. "Tsk, what a dirty little girl I have here."

Y/n blushed and bit her lip, embarrassed yet aroused. "Please…"

"Please what, hm?" Letting go of her hair, his hand now reached for her throat for a better grip, still holding her face close to his lips. "Need husband to take care of you?" A smirk made it's way on his face when she whimpered in response to his other hand caressing her sensitive ass. 

"... Y- Yes, please…" Biting her lip, the Princess pushed her ass up and into the Chief's fingers when they travelled down the crack of her ass, resting at her wet entrance. 

"Here?"

"Yes!" It was pulsating with need. "Yes, please, James! Right there!" 

The man's digits circled and rounded her entrance like a beast does its prey, coating themselves in her slick before spreading it over her touch-starved folds. Lewd hums and moans started to flow out of the girl's mouth in response, hips swaying and fingers gripping the man's thigh.

"You love being dominated and put in your place, don't you?" The super soldier snickered, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the erotic gasp that ripped it's way out of his wife when he finally allowed her the aid of a finger inside her wet ring of muscles. "I knew it, it's always naughty little brats like you who rile people up desperately just so someone can come along and beat some manners into their pathetic holes." His dirty talk was making her insides flutter, droplets of cold sweat decorating her temples as one ran down the side of her face.

The girl was too far gone to care or notice whe her husband moved her out of the way, momentarily letting go of her neck which made her collapse against his thighs, fucking herself on his fingers softly as her eyes fluttered shut. 

"Come here" grabbing a hold of her head by her hair again, the man guided it to his hard cock. "Look at what you do to me, sweets." Her confused and surprised face was inches from his thick and tall cock as James peered down at her. "Now you must be a good wife and take care of it."

"What-" 

"Tsk, aren't you the most precious and dumb little wife?" Y/n was starting to like how he crooned at her. "Needs her husband to teach her everything." Clicking his tongue, he added a second finger to her tight pussy. "Open up, baby. Let me see that pretty sucker" holding her cheeks between his hands hurriedly, the man pushed them open, causing a tiny O to form between her lips through which he pushed the tip of his cock inside but moving his hips. 

"Princess…" James called out warningly when she jumped up in response, trying to move away only to freeze at his tone, peeking up at him through her lashes with questioning eyes as he explored her oral cavity bit by bit till he was properly inside. "That's it, baby" the man praised, biting back a moan when she gagged in response to his tip tickling the back of her throat. "Fuck. This is perfect. You're such a fine set of wet little holes." 

Speeding up the movements of his fingers inside her pussy, he guided her face up and down his cock by his other hand, hips aiding the process as he tried not to but still made her gag and choke with each thrust. 

The car filled with sounds of slapping, choking, squelching, gagging, cursing and moaning as it ran smoothly on the highway roads, the driver using all his willpower to not look back or act bothered, ignoring the headache hurting his eyes. 

"Hnnnmmmm~" The Princess moaned against James' cock, hips bucking up as she finally climaxed, her shudders and grunts sending vibrations down the man's cock and adding to the heat that was settling in his own abdomen. 

He was close but it wasn't until Y/n unintentionally placed her hand on his ballsack to try and brace herself against the face fucking that had turned quite brutal that her husband collapsed, cursing loudly as he came down her throat, causing her to choke which made her nose ooze out some of his seed. 

"You better… fucking… swallow every drop." The man warned, his chest burning at how perfect she looked with mouth full of his cock, mascara smudging her face and nose decorated with his cum. Keeping his fingers buried in her cunt, James put her worked up face down against his lap, a hand gently placed behind her head to keep her in place with her mouth still stuffed full of him. 

"Keep it there and don't move" he panted, feeling her widened nostrils exhale out overwhelmed breaths as she had no choice but to cockwarm him with her mouth. "This will teach you your true place." Pressing a kiss to the exhausted girl's head, he whispered in her ear. "Between my legs with your cute sucker full of my cock."

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[ladykailitha]

Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 9

Hello, everyone! We are almost to the end. I have all twelve parts completed and will be posting them every Thursday until the story is fully published.

So what's next? With Royal Pain being done as well, I'm going to try and finish Well Met By Moonlight and Find Your Shade By the Moonlight. I will be back working on the soulmate AU Batshit Soulmate and the next book in the Boy with a Bat series called Never Hold Back Your Step for a Moment. I'm also starting that omegaverse story I thought up here.

We meet Steve's family and find out more about why Steve's parents didn't like that side of the family much.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Eddie and Steve wandered around town for a couple of hours, doing a little sightseeing, a little shopping, and a lot just being themselves for a moment or two.

Soon it was getting close to time and they headed to the diner. They pulled up and got a booth.

Eddie and Steve slid into one side and told the waitress that they were waiting for someone and to just grab them a couple of waters.

The waitress nodded and quickly came back with the waters.

They didn’t have to wait long before Percy came through the door, the little bell announcing his arrival.

Steve waved him over and he smiled in return, hurrying over to the table. Once he was settled he told the waitress they were waiting on one more but if they could get a pot of coffee and two cups please. Eddie and Steve both got sodas.

“Who are we waiting for?” Steve asked nervously.

Percy twisted the ring on his ring hand, looking down at the table. “A friend.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance, wide-eyed.

Eddie wrote something down on a paper napkin and slid it over to Percy.

Percy took the napkin with frown and then he gasped. “Both of you?”

“Both for me,” Steve murmured.

“Just men for me,” Eddie added.

Percy glanced around the diner nervously, but no one was paying any attention to them at all.

“Oh.” He let out a shuddering breath. “Just him.” He pointed to someone walking up to the diner through the window.

He was a tall man, thin. Long black hair, braided to the small of his back. He wore a suit just as nice as Max’s in a beautiful silver color.

He came over when Percy waved at him. He slid next to Percy and looked Steve and Eddie over.

“Who are these boys, Percy?” he asked gravely.

“This my nephew, Steven and his friend...” Percy began.

Eddie stuck out his hand. “Eddie. Eddie Munson. We’re actually in Kentucky because of my own grandma’s funeral. Steve wanted to come visit his grandma’s grave so we took a drive.”

“Where you from?” Percy asked. “I catch a bit of twang to your voice.”

Eddie grinned. “Indiana mostly, but my family’s from Ashland.”

Percy smiled. “Nice town.”

Steve smiled. “It has been so far.”

“This is David Estevez,” Percy said, shyly. “The reason you’re parents haven’t spoken to me in over a decade.”

“Ah,” Steve said. “Yup, Clint Harrington is a lot of things, but tolerant isn’t one of them and of course my mom just went along with it. Even though it’s her money and her family.”

Eddie clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Let’s see, not white, not from here, judging from the accent, and not straight... anything I missed?”

David burst out laughing. “Not the right kind of rich. I’m a self-made man. I worked hard to be where I am today and they hate that. I grew up poor in New Mexico and made my money building computers in my mom’s basement. Now, I’m a multi-millionaire CEO of a major tech company.”

“Dustin would love you,” Steve and Eddie said together.

“Who?” David asked with a chuckle.

“He’s this kid we know,” Eddie explained. “He built a CB tower just so he could talk to his girlfriend in Utah and not rack up his mom’s phone bill.”

“He sounds like fun,” Percy said, rolling his eyes.

David dug his fingers into Percy’s side, causing him to squirm and squeak. “As if you wouldn’t love it if I did that for you.”

Percy blushed. “Maybe.”

He cleared his throat. “How are your parents, Steven? I saw on the news that there was a horrible earthquake last March.”

Steve gulped and Eddie gave his hand a squeeze.

“I really wouldn’t know,” he mumbled, looking down at the table, tucking his hands between legs. “I haven’t seen them in a while.”

David and Percy shared a glance.

“They did come back after the earthquake, right?” Percy pressed. “To see if you were all right if nothing else.”

Steve shook his head. “They didn’t come home when I was caught in the mall fire, why would they come home for something as inconsequential as an earthquake?”

“Mall fire?” Percy asked.

“You remember, darling,” David said, “the one from last year where there were thirty people who died?”

Percy expression cleared as understanding dawned, and then it turned horrified. “They didn’t come home for that?”

Steve shook his head again. “They didn’t come home when I got a concussion so bad I was out for several hours, or anytime I got hurt.” He rubbed a scratch that was in the surface of the table mournfully.

“Mom follows Dad around to make sure he keeps it in his pants. Not that it deters him,” he explained. “I heard him bragging once about how it’s a game to him now to see what he can get away with.”

The waitress appeared with their drinks. “Are you guys ready to order?”

“I’m not hungry,” Steve murmured.

The rest of them ordered, with Eddie ordering a side of cheese fries in addition to his regular side of fries.

Once the waitress had gone, Percy leaned forward. “How long has this been going on?”

“The trips started when I fourteen or so,” he continued. “But the older I got, the longer the trips were, until they just stopped coming home sometime around Christmas of last year.”

“Stevie...” Eddie whined. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an adult. It’s not as though I’m a kid anymore.”

Percy took his hand in his. “No, Steven. That’s not how parenting works. Ever. They’re supposed to care about you enough to at least tell you were they’re going and when they’ll be home.”

Steve looked up and into his uncle’s eyes. “The money changed them. They haven’t been my parents in over a decade. I’ve just been this trophy they pulled out whenever it suited them. Had to be first in everything. I’m surprised they only let me get away three sports instead of making me try everything.”

Eddie looked stricken. “The sports weren’t your idea?”

Steve shook his head. “It was a way that they could legally pawn me off to other adults. Probably the reason for all the piano lessons and the tutoring. How I met Nancy by the way. Gotta have the best grades, until someone puts a plate through my head, then I was just as disappointing as they feared I would be.”

Everyone else at the table let out noises of distress.

“You never should have had to go through that,” David whispered fiercely. “Ever. I’m sorry your parents were awful.”

Steve shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad. I have had adults in my life that cared about me. The Chief of Police always kept an eye on me. Dad stopped hitting me after the second time Hop, Chief Hopper, I mean brought me home after...” he trailed off and looked anywhere but at the people in the booth with him.

He cleared his throat.

Their food arrived and that last sentence was left to dangling in the air like the sword of Damocles over their heads.

Percy watched as Eddie pushed the side of cheese fries between him and Steve, taking a bite periodically, but mostly focusing on the rest of his food.

Steve reached out and took one of the fries, chewing mindlessly. And then another and then another.

David smirked when Percy indicated to what Steve was doing.

Eddie pushed them in front of Steve and he just dug into them like a starving man. He took half of his burger and handed it to Steve, too.

Steve took the half with a blush. “Thanks, Eds,” he said softly.

Eddie just smiled fondly and finished his half of the burger.

David started talking to Percy to help fill the silence and soon the sense of dread dissipated as they fell into easy conversation.

Soon they were done and their plates taken away.

David lifted his chin to indicate to Steve. “Where did you learn that if you got cheese fries Steve would eat?”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other and Steve blushed.

“Is that what he did?” he muttered.

Eddie laughed. “It’s trick I learned from his best friend. When he’s upset he won’t eat, even when he needs to, but if you put something like cheese fries or onion rings near him, he’ll graze until it kick starts his appetite again.”

Steve looked over at him in shock. “Holy shit, I never realized. Who else does that?”

Eddie smiled at him, that closed mouth, fond smile that he was got around Steve. “Dustin and Max mostly. But El and Will have been known to do it once or twice.”

Steve blinked.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of people that care about you, Steven,” Percy said with a grin.

Steve nodded, blushing. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He looked at his watch and sighed. “How’s this,” he said, “why don’t you use that business card I gave you when you get home and David and me will come out to visit you for a few days?”

Steve lit up. “Yeah? You’d do that?”

Eddie grinned. Steve had just gotten his boyhood wish of having an uncle that cared and he could feel the joy and surprise radiating off his friend.

“I’d love to,” Percy said. “I would love to meet your family.”

Steve grinned. “You’ll love them.”

David smiled, too. “I’m sure we will.”

They got up and hugs were passed around everyone and they said their goodbyes.

“Goodbye Uncle Percy,” Steve said, his voice a little rough with emotion. “Bye, Uncle David. I’ll see you both soon.”

David looked happy and shocked at being called Uncle. Jasper’s daughter would never. But here was this nineteen year old boy whom his partner hadn’t spoken to in literal years being more caring and decent after a single afternoon with him, then Beatrice had her whole life.

So he did the only thing he could, he hugged Steve again, more fiercely this time. “Thank you.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure exactly why David was so grateful, but he understood enough.

As Steve and Eddie walked away, Percy and David watched them get into their car.

“How long do you think it’ll take before those boys realize they’re in love with each other?” David asked.

“I don’t know Eddie very well,” Percy said, thoughtfully, “but I imagine they’ll figure it out before we come visit Hawkins.”

David hummed. If he was a betting man, he would have said the end of the week.

But he just had to wait and see.

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[aechii]

Heyy, first of all I just wanna say I love your writing and I really really appreciate you writing for black readers 💖 I wanted to request a kylian story about reader meeting his family for the first time, maybe bonding with his mom and Ethan if thats possible 😊 (also are we getting a second part for good luck charm??)

₍⁠₍ ONE OF US ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! boyfriend!kylian x black!femreader

GENRE ?! romance, fluff (😞)

C/W ?! written in 3rd person since i can't write in 2nd person for shit, she/her pronouns used, kylian whines alot, ethan is too mature for his own good lool, KYLIAN ISN'T DRIVING !!!

A/N ?! i luvvvv this request :) im glad you appreciate my works, it means a lot to me since i really want to make my black readers feel included <3

tried to make it not too fluffy (😞) but im sorry if i failed. part 2 of 'good luck charm' will be the next fic released after this so stay tuned for that (hopefully before the end of this week). anyways, hope i did ur request justice, anon 🖤

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one and a half hours on road, and the ending of the everlasting queue of cars and headlights seemed out of sight. a traffic light suspended from the sky, like a descending black orb, and [y/n] tilted her head as she leaned forward to observe it. sighed, resting back as the lowness of her car's hood rendered her efforts futile, and instead, relied on the agonising snail-speed of the moving cars ahead.

"traffic's heavy today."

kylian responded with a quiet hum, tapping her thigh to the beat of the playing song, "yeah, bad day to go out but my mum's expecting you."

fear hovered just beneath her skin and kylian noticed the tremble of her hands. they gripped the steering wheel, as if to strangle it dead, sure that the grooves of the grips had indented into her palms. he gave a reassuring squeeze to her leg, then stretched forward to peck her cheek.

"you'll be alright, they'll love you."

her eyebrows remained crinkled, "are you sure?"

kylian gave an affirmative nod, "of course— honestly they'll love anybody who isn't me."

she knew his words were a tad bit hyperbolic, but it made her laugh anyways.

"really?"

"yeah. their dear kylian can be a handful sometimes."

[y/n] was quick to nod at that, "you're not wrong there."

in any other instance, kylian would find fault in her words and be haste to correct her, whining. yet, he watched how the knots of her fingers grew loose and how her shoulders untensed and settled with ease, and bit his tongue.

silence dallied in the car, save kylian's hums of every song that cried from the radio. the congestion had lightened and they both rolled forward a couple of feet per minute.

"quick warning though, ethan is most likely to drag you to play fifa with him. don't be scared to say no," kylian rolled his eyes after; she found their bond way too endearing and wholesome for her heart to take.

"says that he needs to add to his fifa kill count, and literally verses anybody he can," he proceeded. [y/n] would think he meant his irritation if she didn't peak the slight grin that ghosted his lips. he could never dislike the boy, of course.

"i see where he gets his competitiveness from," she joked, surging the car forward as the light turned green. the motorway is long left behind, and the distant city blended and smothered into the view before them.

"are you one of his kill counts?"

kylian kissed his teeth, and it triggered a hearty laugh from the girl beside him, "that's not even the point. i've demanded rematches and he still refuses to."

"babe, i think it's a sign that you should suck it up and accept that he's better than you at fifa."

"in your dreams," arms were crossed and he ignored her grin, looking out the window, "i'm forcing him to play today."

the gps ordered her to take a left, and she swiftly took the sharp corner, bustling streets dwindling behind them as they entered a quieter road.

"i will be supporting you— although i can't guarantee that i will for all of the games you play."

"so- what? you'll be rooting for ethan?" his words left his mouth as if they were bitter and salty on his tongue.

"mhm."

she only said that to rile up the man, finding humour in his disdain. in kylian's eyes, [y/n] was his, and only his, hype woman.

"traitor."

"love you too."

they fell into tranquil muteness as the sight of kylian's childhood house is unveiled by the skyscraping evergreen trees that seemed to be a habitual plant around this side of paris. it's not entirely big, but large enough that, from the outside, it was obvious that it situated two floors. gated and neatly groomed grass carpeted the front lawn, bright green and dotted with white. daisies, she predicted.

the car undulated to a halt, and [y/n] released a sigh.

"we're here... finally."

kylian shifted in his seat, facing his girlfriend, "yeah, we are." reached to scoop her hands in his, "and as i said, you have nothing to be scared about. i love you, hm? even if they don't like you, which i highly doubt will happen, it won't change a thing, okay?"

nodded and tilted forward to kiss her boyfriend. kylian's hand rested gently upon her cheek as he deepened it, lips tenderly harsh as he attempted to portray his words into action, too. a ping from his phone caused them to break contact, turning it on as he read the text from the notification bar.

mama ❤️ i see a car outside. stopping hogging the poor girl and come inside, it's too hot.

"who is it?" [y/n] asked.

kylian showed her the text and she softly chuckled as she read it, "you heard her. let's go."

they depart, not before kylian gave her hand a reassuring peck, and they amble to the front door.

kylian looked at her, finger at the ready to poke the doorbell, "ready?"

"i think so, yeah."

+_-

greeted with a warm, encompassing hug, [y/n] was pulled inside, her boyfriend complaining behind her as he was left behind.

"okay, forget your own son then," he gruntled, closing the door as the warm air from outside began to mesh with the cold one inside.

fayza, his mother, kissed her teeth. undeniably kylian's mother.

"as if i don't see you more than i want to."

an arm circled [y/n]'s waist, head tucking itself into her neck as lips muttered complaints into her skin. she patted his hand in faux sympathy.

they're escorted to the back garden, filled to them brim with kids no taller than her waist, and chattering adults. it was welcoming chaos, one that made her feel settled and content because everyone was happy, doing they're own thing as they gathered as one family.

and now, she was to be one of them.

broken out of her reverie, fayza's voice cut through the cacophony, and all heads turned toward their direction.

"everyone, meet [y/n], kylian's girlfriend. make her feel comfortable and at home for me," her face was illuminated with a smile.

a little voice, she presumed was of one of kylian's nieces, sounded from just beside them.

"she's very pretty!"

[y/n]'s heart swelled, and she untangled herself from her boyfriend's hold, crouching down in front of the infant, "thank you, love. what's your name?"

she reponded, full of eagerness, "marie!"

[y/n] chuckled, "you have a very pretty name, don't you?"

the toddler nodded, as she signalled for [y/n] to pick her up. arms wrapped around the small girl securely, she stood up, swirling the girl around as she giggled loudly, then began to ask her questions about her and kylian's relationship. her curiosity was overwhelmingly adorable and [y/n] could feel her face muscles ache at the undying smile.

kylian watched from the doorframe, eyes drenched in obvious adoration as his girlfriend began to go around, socialising with the rest of his family. his sister is quick to welcome her with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, ruffling the curls of her daughter in [y/n]'s arms. if he hadn't decided to grow old with the girl, he certainly did now, for the sight of his most beloveds intertwining with so little difficulty made him feel full with joy.

+_-

the little girl in her arms began to grow restless, and with the sweltering heat beating upon her skin, [y/n] unleashed the hyperactive kid, submerging back into the air conditioned space inside. she went to look for kylian, stopping at the door of the living room (overly spacious, but embossed with pictures and trophies, made it feel smaller and more homely than expected) as she noticed two boys frantically clicking button on a controller, tv glowing with running, animated people in a sea of green. decided to not disturb and leave kylian to (hopefully) reign victorious this time round.

[y/n] found herself exploring the corridors of the house, gazing into framed photos hung upon the walls. a family so deeply knitted that not one was left out, and she couldn't help the thought of her face one day being displayed with pride, maybe with kylian beside her, or maybe just her, as she alone was enough to be one of them.

she ventured into the kitchen absentmindedly, meeting fayza stirring into a steam pot, napkin draped over her shoulder.

pushed all her nerves aside as she saw an opportunity to bond with her mother-in-law, "is there anything i can help with, ma'am?"

she was quick to spin around, a smile blooming as she recognised her voice, "you want to help?" [y/n]'s gesture was thoroughly appreciated, but the question left fayza's throat apprehensively.

"yes," then a laugh, accompanied by a permanent smile, "kylian is playing fifa with ethan so i really have nothing to do."

the older woman grunted knowingly, shuffling through the kitchen as [y/n] shadowed her.

"that's all the do when he comes here," a freckled hand is waved, aloof, "don't mind them."

she slid a bowl of freshly washed vegetables, dappled with droplets of water, "dice these for me, dear."

[y/n] acquiesced promptly, and the kitchen swiftly subsided into a warm silence. she chopped them with such experienced velocity, and fayza showed her an approving smile, althought she was too focused to notice.

"you know what you're doing."

the girl turned to the woman next to her, grinning, "have to be, or kylian would be a lost cause."

the guffaw that followed was thick with expectance and genuine hilarity, "you're very funny, looking after that boy isn't an easy task."

"you can definitely tell me about it," she fell silent as she focused on cutting off the butt of the onion, "but i love him, and forever will."

fayza felt her skin buzz with exhilaration and couldn't fight the urge to hug the lady helping her.

"you're such a lovely girl, perfect for my kylian," broke the hug and scanned the face of the girl that had her son immeasurably in love, "stand by him, okay? people out there are harsh, and, yes, i know that he's a strong boy, but with you beside him, he'll be stronger."

[y/n] exhaled, leaning against the counter as fayza started to fry the vegetables that she had chopped, "i won't lie to you and say it's easy because it's not," a hand rubbed down her face, "i don't get why people are so... brutal. it's like the only focus on his negatives when they lose, but praise him when they win, and i see that it gets to him a lot."

fayza knew what they, as a family, holding the name mbappé, just like the one that etched the back of france's golden boy, were getting themselves into. a life no longer hidden, everything was out and vulnerable for everyone to see, and if each blink and breath wasn't scrutinized by 'fans' (as they liked to call themselves, but tend to act otherwise) then something wasn't right.

"that's just how the world is, dear. they're backstabbers, running wild with no inch of humanity left in them. but you have to remain sturdy, be it alone or with the support of other people. and for kylian's case, he has us."

us. [y/n]'s skin crawled with thrill.

"you're part of the family, now, [y/n]," fayza smiled, eyes lined with aged wrinkles, deepened with the peaks and troughs of the past, and still to, with what was yet to come, "one of us."

she smiled, heart clashing with her ribs, "thank you, fayza. it really means a lot."

she returned it, arms agape, "it's nothing, dear. now, come here!"

[y/n] entered her arm, laughing loudly as her mother-in-law kissed her forehead, "and remember, if kylian ever does anything wrong, tell me, and i'll deal with him."

"i definitely will, ma'am."

she was given a disapproving look in return, "ma'am? please, call me fayza, or mum, which i prefer." winked and laughed.

however, their moment was cut short as shouts outside the door began to crescendo.

"—not only are you running away but your running to your girlfriend who i didn't even know was here!"

the kitchen is penetrated by the fury of two boys, of which their ages were miles apart but would think were near by how they acted, kylian's face contorted into a frown, "it would be a curse to introduce her to you, ethan."

the teenage boy gasped, kicking his brother, "take that back!"

"over my dead body!"

ethan scowled back, looking at her, before any trace of his negative expression seemed to disappear into thin air, "[y/n]! oh my days, you're prettier in real life!"

she grinned sheepishly, "thank you, ethan."

kylian, however, found no amusement in his words, hiding his girlfriend behind him, "oh please stop that crap. get yourself your own girlfriend!"

"and you just love hating! i bet your girlfriend is better than you at fifa."

"take. that. back."

"let's see it," he walked towards her, putting on the best puppy eyes he could muster, grabbing and tugging her arm, "please, [y/n]? play fifa with me?"

kylian glared at him, slapping his hand away.

"don't touch her!"

she turned to look at fayza, who nudged her head, "don't worry about it, go and take those hooligans with you."

+_-

10 minutes later, ethan was one goal down, with [y/n] on a aggregate score of 3.

"you're good at this— like good good. better than kylian."

to ethan's satisfaction, his older brother had been summoned by his mother to help her, saying he 'needed to use that football strength to good use'.

"how the hell did he even get a girlfriend like you? way too good for him, in my humblest opinion." she knew his question was far from ill-mannered, and didn't take it to heart. ethan tend to say whatever came to his mind at that moment.

"he definitely tried his hardest to ask me out," [y/n] stated, chuckling at the ever-vivid memory of his unrelenting advances.

"he's never one to give up, is he?"

she shook her head, "absolutely not. gave him my number for professional use only, and he saw the opportunity to flirt with me."

ethan visibly cringed at the fact, "that's embarassing."

"it was cute," she shrugged, "until it actually started to work and it all went downhill- or rather uphill- from there."

ethan's irises glimmered as he attempted a shot, but took in a sharp breath as he missed.

"all i can say is, he loves really hard. hasn't loved anyone as much as you, but from what i hear from him about you, he's deeply infatuated. i think it's scary, at this point," paused to regain his bearings as the ball was within [y/n]'s possession once again, "but, as much as i make fun of him, he's a good person. sometimes too good for his own sake."

he spoke truth. truth that hurt, because kylian's kindness was constantly taken for weakness, but he always, without fail, moved past it without another thought wasted.

"and he hides how much it affects him."

"exactly," ethan responded immediately, then laughed, "you know him just as much, or even more than me."

[y/n] grinned, "happens when you spend everyday with the boy. he's more readable than he thinks."

"or maybe you adore him so much that you just... care."

silence, then, "or maybe that."

it was only the noise of intense clicking and frustrated sighs that filled the room for a few minutes. it was a relaxed quietude, one that none saw the need to disrupt, but ethan wanted to express how grateful he was for [y/n]'s presence in his brother's life. it was comforting to know that he had someone, that wasn't a platonic friend, to confide in and find solitude in.

"you two were definitely meant to be."

"you think?"

"yeah," he looked at her, taking a hand off of the controller to punch her lightly in her arm, "i see you becoming [y/n] mbappé, one day."

"really?" her voice was incredulous, "you see me being one of you lot?"

"come on [y/n]," ethan rolled his eyes affectionately, "you're already one of us."

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Love Never Wanted Me ( But I Took It Anyway )

Baron Lamram x GN reader

Summary: The morning after you and Baron finally fall into bed together you decide to make him breakfast in bed. He has other ideas.

Warnings: one use of "baby", slightly rough sex, biting, slightly possessive Baron, kitchen sex (no food involved in the sex), fluff and snuggles also. It's got it all. ONE TEENY TINY SPOILER FOR MARMALADE BUT IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SPOILER ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE YOU SHOULD BE FINE!!!!

Minors be gone!!! 18+ only!!! Avert your eyes children!!!!

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The morning sun wakes you, shining in your eyes through the crooked blinds on the window. You groan low in your throat and turn away, the sound stalling in your throat when you see someone lying next to you. Your heart flutters for a moment before last night rushes back to you.

You'd been out with Baron. At the same bar you two always went to. Joking and laughing and talking to only each other, though you both always used the excuse of needing to meet people to get there. You didn't really wanna meet anyone. You just wanted to be with him. However he'd have you.

You'd grown close in the past year, since meeting him when you visted your grandmother. He was sweet, and a little odd at times, but oddness had never been off-putting to you. He'd helped you learn your way around. And you'd quickly become friends.

And last night. Both of you seemed to have finally had enough. Enough waiting. And just the right amount of alcohol to make you both lighter. Knocking your guards down. And he'd kissed you, a smile on his lips when you looked at him after. And then you'd fallen into bed with him. Finally.

You smile as you watch him now, sleeping next to you. He snuffles, his nose scrunching, as he breathes in deeply before huffing into his pillow, his brows knitting together. You sink your teeth into your lip and reach out, allowed to touch him now.

You sooth your knuckles genlty over the small crease on his head, moving a bit of his hair out of the way, easier now, since he'd gotten it cut a few months ago. You missed the long hair some days. But watching the way his face calms with your touch, you're glad to be able to see him. You move your thumb over his cheek genlty, watch him snuggle down into his pillow, and slowly climb out of bed.

You grab your shirt and your underwear, tugging them on as you stumble around quietly, making your way down the hall to the bathroom. You wash your face and find your eyes lingering on his toothbrush. Your fingertips almost touching it, but you pass by it and grab the toothpaste instead. Using your finger to freshen up a bit at least.

You almost crawl back into bed, but your stomach rumbles and you get a better idea. Baron seemed the type to like breakfast in bed. You hoped. He'd never really spoken about his past relationships, so you couldn't be sure. But... most people would find it sweet. Surely.

You fumble around the kitchen for a bit, checking cabinets and the fridge. Eggs, milk, butter, bread. You found a bottle of syrup in the small pantry and decided to give it a go.

You're flipping the second peice of frenchtoast when he comes up behind you, arms sliding around your waist carefully, his nose tucking behind your ear and nuzzling.

"Smells good." He hums, his breath on your skin sending shivers dancing across your skin.

"Thanks. French toast. You like yours crispy or soft?" You ask, humming yourself when he presses a kiss to your neck.

"Mmm I like mine sweet." He whispers, licks up your neck slowly and then drags his teeth back down the path he'd made. Your eyes close involuntarily as you lean back into him. His hands moving to your hips, fingtips dipping under the hem of your underwear and staying there, against your warm skin, frustrating.

He kisses back up your neck, you turn your head to meet him, smiling into the kiss. His tongue dips inside your mouth and you moan, your hand clenches on the spatula you're holding. Or trying to hold.

"You're minty." He breathes into your mouth, tongue licking across your bottom lip before he pulls back to look at you, head dipping to brush his nose across your shoulder.

"So are you." You accuse, gently, smiling at him as his eyes move over your face. His hair is a mess from sleep, and from your hands the night before. He's wearing a soft light blue shirt and boxers. He looks so soft you want to hug him and touch him. But his firm hold keeps you in place, your back snug against his chest.

"Did you use my toothbrush?" He asks, his voice husky and low, and you know it's not just from sleep. You can feel him against you, hard and warm where his hips are pressed against you. You move back into him and shake your head, feeling flustered, because you'd thought about it. You'd wanted to.

"Wanted too though. Didn't ya?" He asks, though it isn't a question, judging by the look in his eyes, and the slow roll of his hips. You dig your teeth into your lip and nod. He nods back, reaches out and turns the stove off, settles his hand back on your hip.

He moves his other hand to your stomach, settles it there, his palm warm through your shirt.

"Wanted to wake up next you." He mumbles into your shoulder, nosing at your neck again as his hand moves down.

"I'm sorry. Thought you might want breakfast in bed." You sigh, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. You feel him nod, feel his lips against your shoulder, and then his teeth again as he tucks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, his skin against yours sending electricity through your body.

"I did." He says, voice gravely, his hand moving down, deeper, until you're squirming in his arms, your hand dropping the spatula. It clatters to the floor, forgotten, as he moves his fingers, oh so slowly.

"Baron." You breathe his name like a prayer, feel his teeth on your neck, and then a smile, and then his tongue soothing over the spot.

"Wanted you in bed. With me." His free hand moves to you cheek, turns your face towards him.

"Can I?" He asks, hips rolling against you, pressing you against the stove. He looks down at the stovetop quickly and moves you roughly to the side, away from the heat, pressing you against the counter instead. You're almost panting now, your lungs not filling enough as you breath, light headed and dizzy from his touch.

"Yeah." You breathe, your hands find his arm and clentching, nails digging into his skin.

"Please." You beg, pushing your hips back into him. He smiles against your lips and moves his hand, curls his fingers up into you. Your hands slam down on the counter top as you whine, high in your throat. His teeth dig into your lip genlty before he presses his tongue into your mouth, painfully slow as he moves his fingers, lighting fires across your skin.

"Oh fuck." You pant, bending forward, your muscle tight.

"I know baby." He whispers, moving with you, pressing against your back. He kisses behind your ear and then tugs your underwear down, just to your thighs, trapping them together. You rest your head against the cool counter top and feel him shove at his boxers. He doesn't give you anymore warning before he presses into you. Both of you moaning at the feeling. His teeth are in your shoulder again and his hips press flush to you, your hands scrambling for purchase on the counter.

"Jesus fuck." You pant, and he laughs in your ear, rolls his hips deeper.

"Yeah? You like that?" He asks, voice low in your ear. You can't speak, the pressure in your body, and his skin against yours almost maddening. You bite into your lip hard and nod, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Then you feel his hands on you again, moving down your arms. His palms move over the backs of your hands and he laces your fingers together, his hips finding a slow rhythm as he moves in you. You can't stop the whimper that falls past your lips.

"Knew you would." He's panting too, you can feel his hot breath on your neck, feel his hips stuttering as you clench around him, squeezing his fingers tight with your own, pleasure washing over you as you cry out.

He doesn't stop then, just keeps his hips moving, slow, and rhythmic though your orgasm, and keeps moving despite your whines of feeble protests, his fingers clenching yours tightly.

"I know. Fuck. You feel so good." He pants, hips moving a little faster, pressing you harder against the counter, you feel his forehead rest between your shoulder blades.

"So fucking good. And all mine." He gasps, yanks his hands free of yours and wraps them around your waist, pulling you up with him, your back pulled flush to his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast against your skin and he whines into your shoulder and grinds himself deeper.

"You're mine now. Never letting you go." He growls into your shoulder, teeth biting at your shirt as he pulls back and then slams into you again, groaning and grabbing at you, pulling you impossibly closer.

Your skin burns at his words. His. You are. Have been since last night. Since he kissed you. Since he pressed you down into the matress, curled his arms up under your shoulders and buried himself as deep as he could in you, fingers leaving bruises on your shoulders.

And you remember what he'd told you, at the bar, before he kissed you. That no one had ever loved him. Not really. Not like this. You remember the look in his eyes as he undressed you and took you apart peice by peice. And you know you love him. Know that you're his. Forever. As long as he'll have you.

Your nails scratch down his arm as he pushes deeper, grinding into the perfect fucking spot inside you that no one's ever hit like this.

"Fucking mine." He growls, teeth sinking into your neck briefly, his tongue following it quickly, soothing the hurt as you writhe and come apart in his arms.

"Yours. I'm yours. All yours." You babble, words falling past your lips as your brain shuts down, his hands are everywhere, all over you, pushing and pulling and holding you close, fingers digging into your skin hard as his rhythm falters.

One hand grabs your cheek, turns your face to him so he kiss you, his tongue pressing into your mouth in sync with his hips moving against you and its too much. Too much and so so perfect. You grab at his hair and he moans, deep, his hips shoving you into the counter roughly as he cums, his teeth on your neck again sinking deep, your thighs shaking and clenching as you follow him over the egde.

"Fuck. Sorry." He sighs into your back, head pressed between your shoulders again. You laugh, feathery light, in your throat. Your arms shaking as they brace you on the counter.

"What for?" You asks, chest heaving. He slips out of you, and groans when you reach down and quickly pull your underwear up. You turn, finally able to face him, his arms wrap around you immediately, tugging you close. He moves his fingertips over your neck, and it stings, a little.

"Didn't mean to bite you that hard." His brows are furrowed as he looks at your neck.

"It's fine." You shake your head, arms wrapped around him too, your hands pressed gently to his back, your legs still a bit wobbly, but he frowns.

"You're bleeding." He says, and he sounds like he's far away, somewhere else. He gets that way sometimes. You reach up, cradle his face and make him look at you.

"It's okay. I liked it." You nod, reassuring, press your lips to his genlty. You pull back and his eyes are wide, he blinks at you, slowly.

"Yeah?" He asks, sounding so unsure, and small. You press further into his space, press a kiss to his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. And besides. I hurt you too." You whisper, moving your hand down his arm, drawing his attention to the scratches your left behind as you clawed at him. He smiles at them, slow and syrupy. He looks tired.

"Wanna go back to bed?" You asks, nosing into his neck before standing straight again. His brow furrows again, eyes moving to the two plates set on the counter, one already loaded with french toast.

"But you made food." He says, and he still sounds dreamy. And you like him dreamy, you really do, wanna hold him close under his covers when he's like that. So you take his hand, give it a squeeze and smile at him.

"We can warm it up later. C'mon." And tug him back to bed.

You've been laying in peaceful silence for almost an hour, hands moving across each others skin, touching each other, gentle, innocent touches that seem to ground him. You're hand finds his hair and he sighs, bone deep. His eyes close for a moment and when he opens them again that glassy dreamy look is fading.

His fingers walk up your arm, his skin warm, before they land on your neck. You know they're hovering at the edge of the mark he made. What you think might be an actual bite mark, teeth imprints an all. Something you'll have to hide when you leave here. Or not.

The urge to leave it uncovered for everyone to see sends a rush through you and you feel dizzy again. You briefly wonder if he'll ever stop making you feel that way, and decide just as fast that you don't want it to stop.

You move your hand up, cover his and move them both to rest on the matress between you, your legs are tangled together, there's not much space there really, just enough for your entwined hands.

"I really hurt you." He whispers, his eyes wide as they stare at your neck.

"It didn't hurt." You say, shaking your head.

"How did that not hurt?" He asks, frowning, his voice incredulous.

"I didn't even feel it." You laugh through your nose, squeeze his hand, move his fingers to your lips and kiss them for good measure. He's still not satisfied.

"But how-"

"I was a little preoccupied with other feelings. Baron." You look at him, pointedly. And smile when realization washes over him and his cheeks tint pink.

"Right. Okay." He says, sheepish, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

"Yeah. Dork." You mutter, reaching out, wiggling a little closer, sinking your hand in his hair again. He sighs, like always, apparently, and opens one eye to look at you, his nose scrunching.

"You're sure I didn't hurt you? That it- that it's okay?" He asks, and you hear the question beneath the question.

'You're sure it's not too much. That I'm, not too much.'

You nod, blinking slowly at him. He stares at you, so you stare back, let his eyes move over your face, looking for something. A lie, you guess. When he doesn't find it, he nods, presses closer and kisses you.

"How are you gonna cover it? Is that? That's a thing right? People covering lo- covering marks and stuff?" He asks, moving his fingers over it again. You squint at the pain and he moves his hand to your shoulder instead, wincing with you.

"People cover love marks yeah." You say, filling in the words he stumbled over, making him blush again, he rolls his eyes at you.

"But I don't think I'm going too." You shrug, smiling at him soflty. He frowns at you, eyes on your neck again.

"It's like- people won't ask you about it? It's like... kinda bad." He says, cringing as he stares at it. You shrug again, push yourself up onto your elbow so he has to look up at you.

"It's fine. It's just a bite mark. Besides," you say, leaning over him, hand planted next to his head as you hover above him.

"If I cover it up, how will people know I'm yours?" Your eyebrow twitches up as you smirk down at him. He gulps, reaches up and cups your cheek.

"I guess, that's a good point." He says, voice a little higher than normal.

"I thought so." You twitch your nose at him, press a soft kiss to his lips, both of you smiling when you hum into at the same time.

You lower yourself down and curl into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you close as his thumb moves soothingly up under your shirt sleeve.

"Mine huh?" He whispers above you.

"Yep. Yours. You'll never get rid of me now." You snuggle deeper into his chest, your arm tugging him closer, tucking your hand beneath him, wiggling your fingers against him util he squirms, a little laugh bubbling out of him. His fingers press deeper into your arm before he moves his hand up to cradle your neck instead, fingers resting on the mark he'd made, gentle, so he doesn't hurt you.

"Wouldn't dream of getting rid of you. Keeping you forever." He says quietly, his voice soft and slow with sleep.

You smile against his chest, move yourself up a bit and tuck your face into his neck. You watch him smile at the movement, tucking you in closer to him as you both sink deeper into his sheets, tangled together, from head to foot. His fingers pressed to your skin where he'd torn it open with his teeth, his touch soft, and safe, and yours.

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Requested and written for @jozstankovich my beloved. 💛💙💛

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

6

The morning started calmly enough. You'd woken up a little too early, so you pulled Azul up from the foot of the bed to snuggle. She'd turned out to be very affectionate, especially after being able to remove her e-collar. Wherever you sat or laid down, she was right there. If she could crawl up into your clothes to be closer to you, you believed she would.

As you were drifting back off to get a few more minutes of sleep something shifted and fell outside your window. The loud thud startled Azul and she reared back headbutting you in the mouth. It took a few seconds for you to register what just happened between the pain and Azul's barking. You nearly gagged as blood pooled over your tongue.

Quickly you hopped up and rinsed your mouth out so you could assess the damage. Thankfully your teeth were still intact. Your bottom lip however, was split and swelling by the second. After grabbing a paper towel and an ice pack you sat back down in your bed to calm down. Poor Azul approached carefully with her ears back and licked your forearm.

“I'm ok mama,” you rubbed between her ears, “I know you didn't mean to.”

It was still early as you stood in the break room sipping your cold brew. The last thing you wanted was hot coffee touching your poor split lip.

Law also arrived at the practice before most of the day shift to do some prep before a day full of procedures. He'd hoped to make it to the break room before anyone else to make his coffee in peace. When he rounded the corner, there you were. Coffee already brewed and his favorite mug set out next to Marco's.

You winced, flashing a quick smile at him, “Thanks for the coffee the other day.”

His gaze dropped straight to your lips, “What happened there?”

“You should see the other guy.” You chuckled, covering the wound with your left hand.

“What?” His eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Ahah-ow.” You winced again, “it hurts to laugh. I was joking. Azul bonked me in the face this morning.”

“May I?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

It was endearing to see the doctors get into their medical zone. You nodded, moving your hand. Your stomach flipped as he carefully tipped your chin up to get a better look. He didn't make any more effort to touch you other than tilting your head slightly left and then right. The contusion was deep purple, almost making the cut impossible to see. You started to feel warm having him so close and focused on your face.

“Think I'll recover doc?”

“Of course.” He blinked and stepped back, “Honestly, it might need a stitch. The cut is pretty deep.”

“Ah,” he watched you shift, “I was going to have Dr. Newgate, uhm… take a look at it.”

Law's brow twitched before relaxing in realization, “So, you know.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “All of the staff does. We don't talk about it though, don't worry.”

“You two look cozy over there.” Shachi called as he entered the room.

“I was just…” Law trailed off as the redhead swiftly stepped forward cupping your cheeks.

“F/N! What happened?!” He snapped back to the doctor, “you let her just walk around in pain like this?”

Law's eyes widened briefly before narrowing in irritation, “I-”

“Azul headbutted me. Dr. Trafalgar was only taking a look, calm down.” You chuckled, placing your hands on Shachi’s wrists.

Law filled his cup and made his way back to his office while the tech gushed and prattled on. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. If there was one non-medical thing he was skilled at since joining Phoenix Rising - it was avoiding the adorable, charming, doe-eyed receptionist. He didn't have time in his life for love. Especially not with a coworker.

“Well, you never do anything half assed-yoi.” Dr. Newgate adjusted his glasses with his free hand while your chin rested in the other.

“Consistency is something I strive for.” You replied.

“As usual, I won't heal it completely but you won't need any stitches.” He held up his right hand as his index finger ignited into soft blue flames.

“Are you sure your girlfriend is ok with this~?�� You teased as he lowered his hand to touch your lip.

Marco furrowed his brow in contrast to the bright blush that spread across his face.

“Hush, or I won't heal anything-yoi.” A devious smirk tugged at his lips, “I hear you and Trafalgar were getting along this morning.”

It was your turn to blush.

“Do me a favor and don't heal Shashi’s fat lips when I'm done with him.”

“I'm almost done, be still.” He chuckled.

The flames of Marco's phoenix devil fruit were warm and comforting. You could feel the sting of your cut lessen as it was healed.

“All finished-yoi.” He declared stepped away from you.

“Thanks doc, you're the best.” You gently touched your lip and gave him a bright smile before reaching for the door.

“I expect a coffee tomorrow as payment!” He called after you.

“You got it.” You waved as the door shut behind you.

The majority of the day passed by uneventfully. Dr. Newgate left early after his last appointment for the day cancelled. After Dr. Trafalgar’s last procedure of the day he appeared in the lobby still dressed in his navy scrubs. He walked over to stand across the desk from you with a few forms in his hands.

You watched his eyes shift from the paper to you, “Sugar -” A bright blush exploded across his face while you looked up at him equally embarrassed.

He opened his mouth again but nothing came out.

You cleared your throat as he looked at the papers again.

“That's the patient I just worked on.. not you.” He murmured, “Can you please scan this and email it to the client?”

“Sure.” You reached up for the paper.

Normally he would have left by now but an awkward silence was building.

“Do you need it back?”

Before he could answer you the front door swung open startling you both.

“Quick please!” A woman shouted as she burst into the lobby carrying a miniature dachshund that was convulsing.

Law didn't hesitate to take the dog from her and rush to the treatment area. You paged for the treatment techs to meet him there and grabbed a premade folder of paperwork you kept on hand for just such occasions. Quickly you took the frantic client into an exam room to get the forms filled out and help her calm down before one of the treatment techs could come in and get history from her.

“I… Google said it would treat his cancer.” She muttered, shakily taking the clipboard.

“What did you give him?” You asked, feeling uneasy.

“I-it said ivermectin* w-would help…” She sobbed.

“Ivermectin?” You asked hoping that wasn't what she’d actually said.

“Yes. The article said it would-”

“How much did you give him?” You interrupted knowing you needed to get this information to the doctor immediately.

“Half the tube.”

“I'll be right back.” You stepped out the backdoor into the treatment area and froze.

The room was buzzing as a translucent blue sphere bloomed around Dr. Trafalgar and the seizing dachshund. His golden eyes snapped to you as he raised his left hand.

He has a devil fruit.

** Ivermectin is a horse dewormer. Do NOT ever take this yourself or give to any pet that isn't a horse!

This is actually something that happened. (Not at my clinic)

Do not give your pet anything that was not authorized by their veterinarian.

[adelliet]

Bad choice

Pairing: f!reader x Javier Peña, f!reader x Steve Murphy

Summary: You are dating Steve for a quite long time, but you didn't tell this to your boss, who isn't really angry because of that, but for other reason….

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex ( p i v), rough and aggresive, cheating

A/N: Hello there! I hope you gonna like this story, and I am sorry for any mistakes, if there are any, but english isn't my first language! Also I am sorry that I haven't post earlier, I am kind of busy right now but I am trying as hard as I can! Thank you, sending love and enjoy <3

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“Fuck” you moaned, quietly but enough so that Steve could hear you clearly. You throw your head backwards, behind the chair, and pull Steve's blonde fluffy hair as he hit the final good spot, with his tongue. He never took his eyes off of you. The way your eyes were shut, your teeth were glued to your puffy red lips, how much you drag his innocent hair by your weak hands, it turned him on so fast.

Your legs started shaking and automatically going closer to each other, squeezing Steve's head between. You couldn't help but the shimmering feeling started taking control. His moves with his tongue inside you sending goosebumps all over your body, including your spine. His thick nose touching your sensitive clit, making you go even wilder. You were twitching, moving like a snake on the chair, don't give a single shit if anyone is looking at you or not. The only thing you could think of, was that you were so freaking close to come right inside Steve's mouth.

He make it even worse when he started groan right inside your entrance and the vibration of his sound started tickling your lower stomach. “Steve I-“ you try so hard to say anything, to inform him that you wouldn't last longer, but you couldn't, but Steve knows when you're going to lose your mind, and he knew, that it will be soon. When your walls get thicker, your whole body was in tense and your toes were curling, really loud moan came out of your mouth, as the sweet juice of yours squirted and went right on Steve's tongue and mouth.

He stayed still a bit, waiting. You were trying to catch your breath, your breast comes up and down fast, and your eyes were shut, glitching as your head was still spinning, and you were seeing stars. After a while now, Steve finally pulled out his wet tongue out of you, making you growl like a cat, and lick all the cum and juice from his mustache. He was looking at you with a slight, devilish smile, still on his knees.

The coy and bashful feeling took control over you, and you immediately throw your head back in please, looking down at Steve. You started to blush as you saw his bright mustache glittered, still having some juice on it. He mirth a bit, when he saw your face turning red, and get up on his feet to kiss you. This was a comforting kiss, that you loved when Steve gave you. His wet mustache was tickling your face a bit, but nothing you couldn't withstand. Aftet few, soft kisses, he put his lips to your wet, sweaty forehead and pulled his face far from yours. “You like it?” he asked, even tho he knew the answer.

“I fucking love it” a quiet giggle came out from his mouth, and he gave you last, long soft kiss to your numb lips. “Take care” he said as he was leaving your office, and before he closed the door, he winked at you, making you blush even more. After you were alone in the room, a relief and groan came out of you.

This was new. Steve was a good guy, and the only place where you two were fucking was his, or your apartment, but today was refreshing. You don't even remember how you ended up like this, sitting on your office chair and moaning Steve's name, as he was licking your pussy, but there you are. The only thing you are scared of is that someone saw you. Your office have a transparent windows through, which you can see both, from the inside and from the outside. Anyone who passed by, anyone could see you enjoying your orgasm, even your boss, Peña.

It would definitely destroy your career and maybe you would be fired, but you try to not think about it too much and just go back to your job and working on the files Javi gave you. You put your black thong back on, turn your chair to face the table and started going through the papers.

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When you were halfway through all the folds about some new criminal that the agents are going for, you must have stopped and lay your heavy head on your palms. You sigh, exhausted and tired of the work. The worse part was that you weren't tired only because of all the letters and words, that were stuck in your mind for a pretty long time now, but also because you couldn't stop thinking about earlier. You are very overthinking person, so oral sex in your office, where anyone could see you, made it so fucking worse. You need to act.

You stand up confidently and went straight to your target, Steve. He was, as always, in his office with a cigarrete in his mouth and right next to him was a glass with the famous golden liquid. You didn't hesitate any second and rush into his door, not even care to knock or something. Steve was calm, but when he sees you, his eyes were wide opened. “Steve, I need to talk” you said, catching your breath from how fast you walk to his office, and with a worried eyes on your face. He immediately know that something is happening and pull his cigarrete out of the soft lips.

“What's up?” he put out a cigarette in the ashtray and watched you with inquisitive and slightly worried eyes as you slowly and elegantly sat down across him and adjusted your tight black dress that made your figure perfect. You clear your throat before you started explaining about your concerns. The whole time you were talking, not only your voice was shaking, but also every part of your body too. You were so nervous, but mostly, you were shy.

You're not one of those women, who just sells her body and doesn't mind a stranger seeing her reach her orgasm. You are the quiet, understated lady, who know her potential and her rights. Every man that looked at you are thinking right away, that you are so innocent and kind. You are very kind, that's true, but the innocence isn't.

Steve were looking at you a while, after you were finish talking. He raises his both eyebrows up, giving you the are you serious? look and started laughing at you provocatively, which not only confused and slightly annoyed you, but also humiliated you. You glared at him, your patience starting to run out until Steve finally decided to speak. “Don't worry babe. Even if anyone sees us, we won't get fired” Steve tries to calm you down with his deep ruspy voice and continue on writting on an old computer.

“But what if-“ “Even if Javi sees us, nothing gonna happened, trust me. He's my friend, close friend” he cut you off before you could even finish the sentence, but Steve knew what you were about to say. He didn't even look at you when he tell you this, he was focused on the writting. You just sigh tiredly, realizing that maybe you are taking it too seriously, and you should just let this go.

You get up from the chair, saying goodbye to Steve and fast went to your office. It didn't took long to get there, your room is just few feet away from Steve's, so you were there within seconds.

You open your door, but you froze as your eyes catch a manly figure, showing his back to you and reading something on your dark blue desk. Javier Peña.

Your body began to instinctively shake, and so did the deep breath you had to take. Javi heard the door open, so he smoothly and gracefully turned around, only to lock intense eye contact with you. “The documents aren't finished, sir-” “I'm not here for them” your attempt to start talking was cut by a confident, purring voice that came from soft pink lips, surrounded by a dark mustache that gave it that edge. Normally, you are not afraid of Javi, nor are you nervous, but this is a completely different situation. Now you have the right to shake and sweat.

After an akward silence, that made your breath even heavier and your legs more weak, he finally decided to spoke. “How long are you together?” straight to the point, not even bother to hide it. When you realized what he was talking about, your pupils widened and your lips parted slightly, letting out a startled breath. But you still tried to save it. God you pray Javi doesn't see you before. "W-what are you talking about?" your tactic of playing dumb was the only idea you could think of now under these conditions. But that didn't take long. Peña just laughed at you and began to walk towards you, slowly but uncontrollably, which put just more pressure on you.

As if Javi read your mind or something, because when he walks steady towards you, he said: ,,Stop playing dumb, miel. How long are you dating Steve?” Shit. He definitely saw you. You take another, shaky deep breath and try to not freak out or breakdown when Javi got closer and closer by miliseconds. “I-still don't know what you're talking about-“ “Cariño, stop these foolishness and tell the truth” he was only few feet away, but that was enough for you to back up, causing to hit the door and unexpectedly squealed andclosing the door at the same time. He grinned even more at your noise, your heartbeat raise that you could even heard it.

“Come on” he kept trying to get you to talk, but it was as if something had awakened the confidence to finally stand up to Javi and not be so submissive and scared. After all, you already know he saw you and there's no turning it back. "This is going to be unprofessional and I might get fired, but in all honesty you have nothing to do with it" you wondered to yourself what you just said and it surprised Javi as well, but not enough to let it show. “Really?” he challenge you with a charm smirk and sarcastic tone. “Yes, this is none of your bussines and-“ “Right, but is it still ‘none of my bussines’ if my coworker and secretary are fucking at work?" damn, he was right here. But this didn't stop you, it just caught you off guard a bit. "We didn't fuck together-" "Sorry, my correction, fucked orally" now you had nothing more to say than just agree. You clanched your teeth as you were pissed, that Javi get you lost your words.

“So tell me,” he said in whispering, deep husky voice as he was really, really dangerously close to you, “was he good?” this question made your knees broke and your cunt pulsing. No one, not even Steve himself made you feel the tickling feeling in your lower stomach only by words. You are so fucked up.

It feels like your tongue was cut off, you couldn't say a single thing. Javi was even closer, so close that his chest was almost touching your head. You were so small beside Javi, but this turned you on even more. You know damn well this all is wrong, but you couldn't stop it, nor control it. You could smell the fresh whiskey mixed with cigarets, which directly exuded the scent of a true man. It make it even worse when he was wearing a light blue suit with a dark blue-yellow tie, slightly loose at the neck. The suit looks so tight at the enormous body, that you just felt it would tear up. The started breathing heavily again, your body shaking including your revealing legs. Javi felt your your fear and excitement at the same time, that's what he liked the most.

You couldn't look at his brown chocolate eyes, when he was so close, so you just look down at your heels and the floor you two were standing on. You could even see Javi's shiny black formal shoes, that were perfectly stained. You swallow your saliva as you try to calm yourself down, amd it would maybe worked, if Javi didn't put his thumb on your chin, making you lift your head and look into his puppy dog ​​eyes, that weren't so cute anymore, more like hungry and dark, full of lust. His devilish smirk hadn't left his face for a second, not even when you weren't look at him.

“Was he good, hermosa?” he repeat his question, gently rubbing your chin with his big thumb, gosh his hands are huge. Your mind just turned off. All you could think about, all your though were only about Javi, about his deep voice, about his touch. It was like he totally mesmerized you, as if you needed to answer, and since your tongue was stiff, and couldn't move at any cost, your body automatically had to respond differently, that's why you nodded your head, without any emotion, just obediently nodding. You could see Joel's eyes looking slightly angry as you answered. His teeth brushed against each other slightly and his jaw clinched.

“Is he good at sex?” you could feel his warm palm on your stomach covered by your dress, as he asked you a question, which made you jump a little, because you weren't expecting it. His hand then slowly, but surely, traveled back, until it rested on your juicy ass, which Javi just had to squeeze. You let out a small breath and closed your eyes, when he did. You were so turned on, so hot that any gentle touch from Javi automatically made you moan.

“Answer” his voice became stricter, so much that he had earned your respect from you right away. You looked at him, his stern gaze, his dark face, he was so mysterious, so dangerous. You have no idea, if it was a fear or the horniness, but you just nodded your head again, and you agreed again. It wasn't because you wanted to piss of Javi, no, you were only telling the truth.

When you first take the job, you immediately fall in love with Javi, right away. The way he spole, moves, all together was just perfect, but because he was your boss and had no time, you met Steve. He was basically your colleague, that's why you spent more time with him, got to know him more and that's why you fell in love with him. You never completely let Javi out of your mind, but your loyalty was always stronger, until now.

Javi quickly grabbed your neck and squeezed it tighter, the same with your ass. You were now fully under duress, completely in shock and had no idea what was going on or what you were doing, but you knew you liked it. “Do you think I'll be better?” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath leaning against your neck, where are definitely red spot from Javi's hand. You could feel the wettnes in your panties, and you knew that it will leak through the panties.

Javi obediently and patiently waited for your answer. Your head was completely messed up, you were ashamed of the position you were in now and what you were doing with your boss now, but the worst part of it all was, that you wanted more, that's why you nodded, for the third time.

Javi's smile turned into a devilish grin. His soft mustache tickled your neck even before he went after you like an animal. He bit you and nibbled on your neck as he held you tightly, so you wouldn't jerk your head in any way. He left behind red, large and painful spots, that turned purple after a while. You tried not to freak out, when Javi didn't really do anything to you, but you couldn't. You ran one hand into his dark black hair and started pulling on it.

You ruffled his hair, which was beautifully and neatly styled just a few seconds ago. You sighed, trying not to moan his name, how good it felt to feel his mouth, his tongue, and his mustache on you. Each touch of his on your body turned you on more, sending horny vibrations down there, and to your spine.

You were so small, so weak, so submissive, but at the same time, you weren't that innocent, as everyone though. This turned Javi even more, so that you could feel a bulge popping on your naked thigh. Your mind immediately imagines this bulge inside you, and this was your last straw. You now started being louder with your sighed, and even added Javi's name in it.

“Bet you don't sigh Steve's name like that” he groans and attacked on the other side of your neck, when the half was already full purple. You felt spirals spinning in your lower abdomen, your labia began to tremble with anticipation and droplets of moisture from you were already starting to run down your legs. You started to blush a little, worried that Javi would think it was something other than your juice. “Javi” you whimper as he bites your now sensitive neck. He was still having his huge palm on you, making your head getting hotter.

After a while, when he was finally done with your neck, he leaned to your face, his eyes glitching up and down from your lips, to your pretty sparkly eyes. He loves the way you needed him, but you won't let him now, the way you are so loyal but at the same time, you'd do anything to have Javi inside you, anything.

You were staring at each other for a while, you looking up at his gaze, he looking down at your desperate look, full of lust. He was waiting for your move, but he don't need to wait much long, till your hips started instinctively moving, around his touch of your ass. “So needy mi amor” he whispered as his grin got even bigger, and his bulge touching you even more.

He couldn't wait anymore, so could you, that's why he put his lips aggresively into yours, biting them and fighting his tongue with yours. It was so different than with Steve. He is always so sweet, soft and gentle, but Javi? He is another level. He makes his dominance so obvious, his touches leave imprints and his mouth can do things you couldn't even imagine in your wildest dreams.

Javi finally left his hand from your ass, which made you sigh in the kiss a little from the lost, but it didn't took much longer, when you felt his palm again, but in other place on your body, on your tigh. The way he was still squeezing it, showing that you are his. He notice your needness for him, and decide not to torture you and finally go for it. That's why he started moving his hand smoothly up your thigh, lifting your dress out of the way and revealing your one thigh so far. But he kept going up until he came across your thong. At that moment, a chill ran down your spine and goosebumps appeared all over you. Your eyes widened in shock and you pulled away from Javi's kiss as only his grip on your neck would allow. He gave you a confused look.

“I-I can't” you stuttered, hating yourself for what you just blurted out. All this is wrong but it feels so fucking good. Javi's confused look change into the devilish smirk he had, real fast.”Your body tell the otherwise” that was it. You just waited for him to say anything, just to get you to continue, and before he could finish the sentence, your tiny hands were on his cheeks and your wet lips glued on his. You could feel his pulsating smile through the kiss.

Javi decided to finally add speed. That's why he pulled your thong down in one swift movement and when it fall down to your ankles, you raised your heels so that the thong wouldn't get in your way. You helped in the undressing too, of course. You didn't even growl twice and Javi was jacketless, tieless and beltless. It all started to be fast, dramatic, exciting and wild, you wouldn't have experienced this with Steve.

After a moment of passionate kissing, Javi grabbed the back of your thighs so that your lap was touching his. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels lightly teasing Javi's ass and making him groan even louder in the kiss. His hands were wondering your body so rough but so romanticly. He scan every part of your body by his hands, while he turned you around and place your naked ass on your own office desk. Before Javi let you down, he dropped all those important documents and papers on the ground so that they wouldn't bind the two of you.

The room started to heating up, as you heart Javi's pants fell down, and his other and on the back, unwrapping your bra. You could tell that he was really experienced in removing bras because it didn't take him very long. He threw your black scalloped bra matching your other underwear.

You know that feeling when your parents promised you ice cream and you were already standing at the store with seconds left until you got that ice cream and you were so excited that you couldn't wait, your whole body shaking and you evem sweating how much you couldn't wait? That's exactly how you felt right now.

You helped, even with your eyes closed and your mouth still locked in a kiss, with unbuttoning Javi's shirt. God, it took forever, but when it was done and the shirt was finally down, revealing Javi's breasts, including his stomach and his muscles, everything went smoothly.

The only thing that parted you from having the best sex of your life, was his boxers, which you had no nerves with and just took them off with your heels. “Gosh you really can't wait, can you?” he chuckled and his spanish accent turned you on even more, your whole body including down there were on total fire, if someone touch you, he would burn himself.

You kissed him intimately and tried to let him know with your body and touch, that he could finally start doing something. He noticed all these signs and did as you asked. He pulled away from your kiss and looked down to adjust his cock better. He held your bare hip with one hand and grabbed his treasure with the other. He licked his lips even before he entered you, looked into your eyes which made you make eye contact with him, and at that exact moment, he pushed him into you, only up to the head, but that was enough to make you throw your head back and moan.

“Easy easy hermosa” he calmed you down, other hand on the other hip, so that he hold you now firmly and in one place so you don't shake too much. That's exactly what you wish for, what you dreamed for. You were ashamed that anytime you touch yourself, your mind imagined Javi and not Steve, but now you are only proud of that.

Javi didn't want to give you much preassure, yet, so he waited until he was 100% sure that you are ready for him to go further. When your walls get little wider and your head returned back at his place, he started pushing into you slightly his full lenght. It feels like it just never ends. It was so large and after a while, you felt already so full. He stretched you so much, that you though your vagina gonna explode. How is it even possible to have dick like this? It should be illegal…Javi should be illegal.

“Javi I can't-“ you said roughly, as your one palm landed on his huge biceps, and your nails just stabbed there. It wasn't painful for Javi, more than pleasureable. He ignored your acting out, because he knew you could handle it and this is just a natural reaction. In no time, Javi was all the way inside, with all of his length and you could feel his balls swinging and occasionally touching your ass. You already felt that you wouldn't be able to continue. All exhausted just from him entering into you and he hadn't even started yet. This is your end.

You were trying to catch your breath, choking on your own oxygen and your vision is little dizzy. After while, you felt a big hand, cupping your red burning cheek. You started feeling butterflies in your stomach, when the even warmer feeling at your face make you more calm. Finally, Javi gently kiss you on your lips, nice and soft, and at the exact moment, he started moving his hips around your lap, slowly pushing into you but not hard. You moaned as Javi stretching your cunt even more, crying out loud his name as your tears flowed down you face, landing at your bare brest.

“So innocent huh?” his provocative tone makes your legs started shaking and your lower stomach rumble. You love that feeling, that whenever Javi thrust into you, he growls, his temp started getting faster and his hips hitting your ass more intense with anger, trying to catch up his orgasm. Your whole body, including the table were shaking, your legs started being stiff and your nails kept digging deeper into his bicep.

His hand traveled behind your spine, up to your head and scratching and pulling your long messy hair, make it even messier. His other hand were still on your waist, squeezing it just how much he could and how much you let him. You thought you were going to scream at the top of your lungs, your eyes were going to fall out of their sockets and your bottom was going to pop like a balloon.

You saw flashes of white in front of your eyes, from how much you had your eyes squeezed shut. Javi's grinding against his teeth could be heard a mile away, as well as his wild growls and wet smacking, caused by his endless thrusting. You squeezed Javi's pumped bicep as hard as you could with one hand, and leaned back with the other, to keep from falling.

The way his both hands on your body were touching parts, that have never been touched by a man, not even by Steve. His hard, long and veiny cock thrusting into you, like this was his last mission he is going to do. The way he was so close to hit your g-spot, and it really didn't take too long till he found it, and started hitting it over and over again, every time he push into you with his full lenght, making your ass and whole body move and shake.

“So beatufil” he whimpered and look down, as he felt his climax right at the door. You could feel him twitching inside you, and started loosing his balanc and temp. You were actually really close to cumming too. The feeling and needness to go to the toilet were overhelming you so much, that in a few more thrust, you knew you won't take it anymore.

Your back arched with your head, you mouth wide opened as you cry out Javi's name, that everyone around must have heard it. You walls tightened and the feeling of realise was finally here, as your sweet juice fully covered Javi's dick, that was still working into you. He wasn't done yet with you.

The groany growls fade into deep smooth moans, that came out from Javi's wet mouth so easily. He couldn't take it anymore, si could you. The overstimulating were so strong, that you though you gonna come twice in a row with no time. “Fuck-“ his final word before he squeezed your weist and pulled your hairs with his strong hands, putting so pressure on his final thrust and come inside you.

All your feelings and emotions were now mixed together. You didn't know if you were happy or disappointed that you had now broken your known loyalty. But Javi immediately reminded you, which of the feelings was right as he placed a soothing and tender kiss on your damp, sweaty forehead. You were both breathing so hard it was as if there was no oxygen in the room. You felt like after a shower when you are in a closed room with no windows and your head starts spinning.

"Steve doesn't deserve you…doesn't deserve your body" he whispered as he began to stroke your stomach with his thumb, which immediately warmed your heart and gave you butterflies. You looked at him in awe, regretting why you didn't choose him after all. "C'mon, before someone sees us" he said and carefully pulled his penis out of you. You both sighed at the loss, try not to moan loud again.

It really doesn't matter if someone saw you or not, because you have visible windows from both sides, so there is no chance, that no one see you. You didn't really care, unless if it was Steve. That would be a pretty big problem.

You were still sitting on the table, paralyzed and cannot move a muscle. Javi helps you to hop down, but when he put away his hands, you immediately lose your balanc, as your legs were shaking so much, that you couldn't even feel them. You would have fallen, if Javi hadn't caught you right off the ground and started laughing at you. "Oh baby…have I ruined you that much?" he said with a smile as he held your waist with one hand, and tried to dress himself with the other.

All you didn't wear was your underwear, which Javi immediately put on you, when he was done with himself. "I can't let you go home alone like this...I'll drive you-" "But Steve-" "He'll understand. I'll explain it to him tomorrow" he winked at you affectionately, and nudged you forward a bit with the hand he was still holding on to your waist.

It was exciting. Javi was full of anger, darkness and mysterious. You didn't know what to expect from him, unless now. You always though you like sweet and lovely sex, but Javi made you change your mind.

Oh Javi, how you love him….

[heresthestorymorningglory]

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The third little drabble inspired by @ken-dom and her terrible influence...there may be more soon I dunno every day this woman and I think of something new xD

I'm feeling like a broken record at this point but it needs to be said. It's 18+ and NSFW. Also some voyeurism so proceed with caution my loves <3

It's dark and humid, the open window doing nothing to lessen the stifling summer heat in your apartment.

You can hear raindrops start to hit the pavement outside, a brief glance into the inky black from your place in front of the window tells you it's coming straight down, good, that means you could leave it open.

You catch a glimpse of the dark figure standing on the street out of the corner of your eye.

You play aloof positioning yourself a few feet back, but certainly within view.

You like that he watches you, you know you should be unsettled by it, but you can never bring yourself to be.

The two of you have found yourselves in a bit of a routine. His apartment next door sits empty as he stands on the street, obscured by darkness to anyone else, but you.

He watches intently and you pretend not to notice, curtains staying open, apartment flooded with the warm glow of your bedside lamp.

You pull up the hem of your blouse, over your head, tossing it in the laundry basket in the corner of the room.

Pants were next, teasing him was part of your fun.

You stood in front of the mirror, paying no mind to the outside world as you ran your brush through your hair. You purposefully turn your back to the window as you reach behind your back unhooking your bra, dropping it in the basket as you step out of your underwear.

You twist your body, seemingly simply watching the rain out the window. A quick wink, blink and you would have missed it, but you know he didn't, he wouldn't.

You pull the covers back on your bed, climbing between them.

Knowing he had been watching causes the heat to stir in your core, already wet as your fingers tease between your folds.

The soft click of your front door as it was gently pushed open, a second soft click as it was closed again.

Your fingers moving over your clit in slow lazy circles, eyes watching the bedroom door.

A moment later he appears, damp t-shirt clinging to his chest, long hair dripping rain water, in typical fashion he's silent.

You smile, a moan slipping from between your lips as your fingers continue, his own arousal obvious, trapped in the confines of his jeans.

Your eyes watch as his rake over your naked form.

A gloved hand popping the button open on his pants he groans in what you can only assume is the slightest bit of relief.

You moan a little louder, watching his hand disappear down the front slow languid movements, his eyes never leaving you.

You arch your back, biting your lip, your eyes slipping closed. A needy moan at the foot of the bed and you smile with a breathy laugh.

Your eyes flutter open as you feel the mattress sink, he's now completely naked, crawling over you. Your mouth falls open as his stiff cock presses against the inside of your thigh. He closes the gap between you, taking advantage of your open lips, his tongue pushing between them. Two fingers thrusting inside you, you cry out, the noise swallowed easily by his hungry kiss.

His fingers curl in a way that makes you arch your back, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders; you pull him down on top of you, hips rolling to meet his hand.

Your fingers tangle in his wet hair as you move to suck the hollow of his neck; a growl of pain in response and you gasp as his teeth sink into your neck before he sucks hard, bruising the tender flesh.

You pull his head closer, lips pressed against his ear as you let out a heavy breath you feel him shudder. “You know,” you whisper, breaths exaggerated only slightly “I can see you…watching me”

He groans into your neck, cock twitching against your thigh, fingers still buried deep inside you, keeping a slow pace as you continue.

“You like watching me undress?” You ask, but don’t expect an answer; fingers tugging gently on his blonde strands.

A sharp breath through his nose and you bite your lip, pushing a little further. “Seeing me strip in front of my window?”

His fingers between your legs thrust a little harder and you moan loud, your hips snapping to meet them; yanking his hair harder.

He groans through what you can tell are grit teeth.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” You drop your voice and can feel his skin prickle with goosebumps “I like it; it turns me on”

Your breath hitches in your throat as in a flash, both your wrists are clamped in one of his hands; knuckles rapping against the headboard you hiss in pain as your arms are pinned above your head, your chest heaving with the effort of simply breathing.

His own chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes burn into yours.

You don’t say anything, not at first, just raise your eyebrow in a challenge. That desire burning in his eyes, almost masking the shame that you had managed to call him out so easily; almost.

“Fuck me” you whisper, wrists flexing purposely in his grip “Or would you rather go home and touch yourself?” You taunt “Come on,” you press “I’m so wet…because of you”

“Fuck” he breathes, it’s the first thing he’s uttered since walking through the door.

The hand holding your wrists captive squeezes them together painfully as he kisses you with a bruising possessive force; his free hand moving between your sweaty naked bodies, guiding the head of his cock to your throbbing entrance before a quick sharp thrust of his hips buries him to the hilt inside you.

You immediately break your kiss, squeezing your eyes shut as a pained scream echoes around you.

“Jesus Fuck!” you gasp, fingernails digging into your own palms over your head as the bed shifts under you, his strong thrusts causing the headboard to bang rhythmically against the wall. Each thrust eliciting a short, needy moan out of you.

It doesn’t take long before the steady rhythm of his hips starts to waiver, your constant moans of validation, each one pushing you both closer and closer to that sweet release.

You wrap your legs around his midsection, groaning louder as it changes the angle, letting him push deeper.

The change in angle is enough to push him over, hand around your wrists not only squeezing hard, but crunching your fingers into the headboard as he pushes them higher over your head; his release spilling between your thighs.

You follow suit, oblivious to the ache in your fingers as your body shudders underneath him, your orgasm exploding from inside you as he drops his full weight on top of you, crushed under his weight a strangled cry into his shoulder before you collapse under him.

He releases your wrists and almost instantly the sharp shocks spread through your fingers as the feeling you hadn’t realized you lost returns.

You bring your arms back down and wince; they throb having been held up for too long. He shifts slightly to lift himself up enough to look down at you.

You smile, pushing is still wet hair back off his forehead “Hi”

“Hi” he answers simply, leaning to claim your lips in a gentle kiss before rolling off you to land in the empty space of the bed with a heavy satisfied sigh.

[dreamymoonpearl]

Afterthedance!

Blincerys&Muñacerys

(1/?)

– You don't even plan to hold him, Lucerys?

He didn't receive an answer but the pillow he passed over his head gave him the answer that he already understood perfectly.

No. He wasn't planning on holding the little baby that had been born 3 moons ago.

– The maester says that he is perfectly fine…even though his mother abandoned him – careful not to make too much noise, he sat still next to the large bed where the now blonde young boy was resting – Are you planning to ignore our son?

– YOUR son – the clear eyes that he once saw and loved, were now opaque and without any shine, also that they did not focus on him and the direction of his eyes was towards his shoulder – he is yours, I don't even remember his birth and I don't want to remember.

He gritted his teeth in annoyance, this had happened even before his pregnancy, Lucerys had survived thanks to the seven, but strangely he was blinded by the toxic dragon saliva that entered his eyes, Arrax had saved Lucerys by sacrificing himself, but still the young prince paid an ironic price for his life, “his sight”, Aemond admits he felt justice when that happened.

Of course, until tragic events unfolded and it wasn't as satisfying anymore, but still he didn't let anyone hurt Lucerys, no, the debt was paid and now he could only give way to the feelings he once had as a child, love, pure love to Lucerys Velaryon now Targaryen, his husband and mother of his son, Baelor.

– He misses you – murmured, running his hand through his dirty blonde curls, fascinated by how the birth of his Baelor triggered Lucerys' hair to change color – he cries for you every night.

– He won't die for that – he responded coldly and the hand in his hair squeezed a strand, he hissed – get out of here and leave me alone, murderer.

– We are the same, dear Lucerys – he leaned down and kissed his forehead, quickly standing before his husband's hands reached his face and scratched him again – I will come with Baelor in the afternoon, I will tie your hands and feet if I must so that you feed him.

– Then do it – Lucerys musician, bitter – it wouldn't be the first time you forced me to do something I don't want, monster.

He clicked his tongue at him, annoyed as always to visit Lucerys and end up fighting or insulting each other every chance they got, the septa gave him a sad look, after all the woman had helped with the birth of the baby.

– This monster kept you alive and take care of you, remember that.

Opened the door and looked over his shoulder, he had not changed his position, he was still staring lost at the landscape in the window that he would never see again.

– Can you call this life…Aemond?

He simply closed the door, he already felt the bitter feeling on the tip of his tongue, it would be a bad day again.

[philomenie]

Once in a lifetime

This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.

i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.

I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.

CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, 18+

@valiantroeagleangel

THREE

Mina

After blow-drying your hair and putting on your pyjamas, you grab your cell phone to see who has answered. Nothing!

Disappointment spreads through you.

You were absolutely expecting an answer, precisely because he behaved the way he did, his hug, the fact that he saved his number, your conversations, the closeness, all that can't be your imagination?

You are totally confused.

Then your cell phone vibrates and you check it excitedly.

Disappointed again, you see that it's just your brother Simon wanting to know if you've arrived safely.

Yes, everything's fine, I'm at the hotel in Willamette, tomorrow at noon I'm meeting Ella for lunch in a little café on campus!

Sounds good! Give her my love, also from Alva, Johan and Tilda!

I will, say hello back and kiss the 2 little ones for me!

They already miss their favorite aunt,

That's sweet, tell them I'll be back in 4 weeks!

See you soon sis, I love you!

I love you too Simon, kiss!

Your short conversation has distracted you a little, you check your messages again, then you switch to flight mode to sink quickly into Morpheus' arms.

Your alarm clock wakes you up far too early and you sleepily check the time.

Oh damn, really 11 o'clock already? You want to meet Ella in an hour.

Tired, you crawl out of bed and slip out of your clothes to take a quick shower and brush your teeth.

For your outfit, you choose your blue, ripped boyfriend jeans, a tight black top and your black cardigan with a hole pattern, your black ankle-high Docs and your obligatory cream-colored Birkin bag complete your outfit.

Your usual jewelry in silver, earrings, rings, today additionally your crown of thorns necklace, handmade according to your wishes. Something you gave yourself for your last birthday,

A little make-up, mascara and a light rose-colored lip gloss and you're done.

In the elevator, you check your messages again... nothing. You're sad and angry at the same time.

Angry at him for not getting in touch, for triggering such feelings in you and angry at yourself for allowing these feelings, this closeness.

Before the tears can fall, you throw your head back, stow your cell phone in your pocket and put on your aviator-style sunglasses.

Men.... Only problems with this species. Let that be a lesson to you once again. You're better off on your own!

And with that in mind, you leave your hotel.

When you arrive at the café, you spot Ella from the door, she jumps up happily and runs towards you, you fall into each other's arms, laughing and crying.

It's so good to see and feel her again. It's been far too long since you last saw each other!

You sit down at a table for two by the window and the waitress brings you the menu.

Ella opts for pancakes with syrup and a chai latte with oat milk, you take a normal coffee with milk, no sugar, plus scrambled eggs, bacon and French toast. You realize you're ravenous, the last time you ate was on the plane to Portland.

"Go on, tell me, how was Sweden? How are Simon and Alva? How are the little ones?"

"Sweden is great, Simon and Alva are incredible and the kids are just adorable!"

"Did you see David, Klara and Elsa during that time?"

"Yes, they came to Stockholm for Christmas, only you were missing...."

"Yes, I know.... It was too complicated for me, I had so much to do here, the study requirements are a lot heavier than at home"

"Hmm yeah, sure...."

You are silent for a moment, Ella avoids your gaze. You know exactly why, and why she didn't fly to Sweden, let alone back home.

You realize that she still hasn't come to terms with what happened a year ago in August.

You were able to come to terms with it yourself, the nightmares had stopped, thanks to your fantastic psychologist who guided you sensitively through the horror.

Ella rejected it all and is still visibly struggling with it.

You sigh, knowing that it's no good trying to get inside her, to confront her, she has to want help on her own and that might take some time.

Luckily, your food arrives and you pounce on it.

"So, how are you doing here? How's your roommate? Anshu? Or?"

"She's great, she's introduced me to Indian cuisine, we cook almost every day now, a real enrichment to the canteen food!"

"I'll take your word for it!"

"Then there's Lucas, Claire and Haru, who are also exchange students from the Netherlands, France and Japan. We're together almost all the time, doing things."

Ella continues to talk about her new friends, her activities and all the things she has planned for you.

You listen with a smile, but you can't stop thinking about him... damn him!!!

Joakim

"JOLLY, I'm sorry, but did you even hear what I said?"

Noah is a little annoyed that Joakim is just staring at his phone and not responding to his questions or the songs for the new album.

"What, did you say something?" Joakim is startled out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I was trying to get through to you! What the hell is wrong with you man? I don't know you like this at all?"

"Nahh nothing else," Joakim tries to divert from the topic, but Noah's skeptical look shows that he won't have any further success with this.

"Spit it out, what's bothering you!"

"It's about Mina.... She still hasn't contacted me" sighs Joakim.

"So Mina, still? I mean it's been almost a week now..."

"Yes, Mina, yes still" he growls indignantly and gets up from his chair to wander restlessly up and down the studio.

"I don't know why she's not contacting me and it's just driving me completely crazy! I mean, if you'd seen her, heard our conversations, the hug, everything... I don't get it!!!"

"Jolly.... I'm probably the worst counselor when it comes to that... I don't know how a relationship works myself"

"What about Amber? I thought that was something else? At least that's what it looks like to me!"

"Yaaaa Amber, I honestly like her, she's fantastic, the sex is amazing, I like having her around, she's not annoying, she's great... but I just don't know.…"

"Noah, honestly, don't blow it again just because you're thinking about it too much. She's honestly great and just lovely, everyone likes her, and I think Jesse has a crush on her friend Jules..."

"Jesse and Jules? Honestly?"

"Yeah man, didn't you realize that?"

"No, it slipped my mind."

"I'm just glad Rainy didn't show up here again!"

"Yeah, she could be quite pushy, Michael wanted to kick her out before you arrived...."

"If only he'd done that" growls Joakim

Then he tries to concentrate on the new songs.

Back in his room, he opens his laptop to google hotels in Willamette. 551 hits... Damn, he didn't expect there to be so many.

Frustrated, he closes the laptop and lies down on his bed, his gaze fixed upwards.

Mina.... Fuck, why don't you get in touch?

He jumps up, he needs answers, so he opens the laptop again with the search results. Ok, they had talked about destinations, what kind of accommodation you prefer, that should narrow down the hits a bit.

You said you prefer small, family-run hotels, fine, just 260.

Then the location, more on the outskirts, in the countryside, again a few less, only 120 hotels.

Ok, what else, remember Joakim!

Yes, exactly, pool is something you like to have with you so you can go swimming. 56 hotels. That's a manageable number.

He takes a deep breath, suddenly unsure whether he really...

Then he starts typing, a dial tone sounds

"The Allison In & Spa, Ashley Miller, what can I do for you?"

"Lamberts, Joak... DAVID Lamberts, I was wondering if you could deliver a message for my sister Mina Lamberts, who is staying at your hotel, I haven't been able to reach her for days...." Joakim is miserable at the lie, but how else could he find out which hotel you are staying in?

Meanwhile, the lady on the phone is typing data into her computer.

"Mr. Lamberts? I'm sorry, there is no Mina Lamberts among our guests! Are you sure she's here in our hotel?"

"Um, I thought so, excuse me, I'll check again and get back to you, thanks for your trouble!" and with that he quickly hangs up.

His heart is racing, should he really keep doing this? Pretend to be your brother? I'm sure you have reasons for not getting in touch, he's acting like a crazy stalker right now.

Damn!

Joakim paces up and down, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans. Damn, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The situation is driving him crazy, he can't think about anything else but you, he can still feel you in his arms, he remembers your scent.

No, he needs answers!

Determined, he reaches for his cell phone again and dials the nearest hotel number.

After 23 more unsuccessful attempts, he is more frustrated than ever before in his life. He gives himself an ultimatum: he will call 5 more hotels today, then that's half of the hotels that come into question. The rest tomorrow.

If none of them are a match.... He doesn't want to worry about that right now.

The 5 other hotels are also a miss. Then his gaze falls on a hotel that he had actually ruled out, Franziska Haus Bed and Breakfast. Franziska? A name from XY, your home country?

Maybe.... Excited, he dials the number!

"Franziska Haus Bed and Breakfast, Franziska Smithers, what can I do for you?" The voice has the same slight accent as you, Joakim's heart races, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes, uhm, David Lamberts here, I wanted to leave a message for my sister Mina Lamberts!"

"Mina Lamberts did you say?"

"Yes, Mina Lamberts, Mina Katharina Lamberts....."

"One moment please...."

Joakim has the feeling that time is standing still.

"Mr. Lamberts? A Mina Lamberts is currently a guest here with us. What message do you wish to convey?"

"Mina is with you?"

"Yes, as I said, a Mina Lamberts is our guest!"

Joakim exhales with relief.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" he says, before quickly hanging up without further explanation.

Joakim's legs tremble, he suddenly feels sick and has to sit down. He stares at the black display for a long time, unable to move.

A thought drills through his head, you've found her...

He now knows what he is doing, he hastily packs clothes and toiletries in a bag, takes his acoustic guitar from the wall and stows it in the case provided for it.

He quickly changes his clothes, pulls his hair into a half messy bun and grabs his sunglasses.

Then he runs downstairs, where astonished faces stare at him.

Noah and Amber are in the living room, Jesse and Jules (he knew it!!) are on the other couch, deep in conversation, Orie is rubbing Harper's back, sitting in the armchair.

All eyes are on him and his bags!

Noah is the first to break out of his stupor.

"What the hell are you up to now?"

"I'm going to see her, I know which hotel she's staying in!"

"JOLLY, YOU'RE NOT FUCKING SERIOUS!"

"But Noah, I've never been more serious, I need to see her, I need to sort this out, I need to know why, I need clarity, clarity as to whether I've imagined it all or not. Please understand, I MUST know!"

Noah shakes his head speechlessly, Amber looks at him in confusion and swallows.

Then she straightens her shoulders, "I think Jolly should drive! If he needs certainty, that's the only way he'll get it!"

Noah turns to her, shaking his head, "Have you gone mad too? There's this brilliant invention called a TELEPHONE!!!"

"Yes" Amber replies, now sharper, "But what if she doesn't answer? Then what smarty pants?"

Noah gasps

"I think it's totally romantic if you want to be specific!" she hisses.

"Romantic? You could also call it STALKING," growls Noah.

"You're impossible Noah Sebastian Davis!" and with that she jumps up angrily.

Walks up to Joakim, hugs him "You're doing the right thing, trust me! What you told me about Mina, go to her, sort it out in person, that's always best!"

And with one last angry look at Noah, Amber takes her bag and leaves the house.

"What was that about?" Orie asks, confused.

"I don't know," Noah is stunned.

"Oh Noah, you still have a lot to learn about women!" laughs Jules, turning to Joakim and saying "Go to her Joakim, no matter how it turns out, you'll know, I'll keep my fingers crossed that everything turns out okay!"

"Yeah, man, me too," smiles Jesse.

"Nobody listens to me here anyway," sulks Noah, "Then I guess I have no choice but to wish you luck!" and with that he hugs Joakim.

"Come back safely, we need you here!"

"Thanks man, and if I may give you some advice, go after Amber, she's worth it!"

"Uhum... maybe you're right..." Noah concedes.

Joakim stows his luggage in his car, an Audi R8, another luxury he has afforded himself, gets in and drives off.

Mina

The first week almost flies by, when Ella has lectures and seminars, you explore the city and the surrounding area. You've discovered a second-hand bookshop and various antique stores where you can spend hours.

You would love to stock up on books, furniture and home accessories there.

Just today you're standing in front of a shelf full of old signs and milk churns. You can think of a thousand things you could do with them.

Sighing, you turn away to look at the jewelry.

The rings catch your eye, one in particular, a wide rose gold hoop with a transparent stone, a diamond?

Rose gold would look wonderful on Ella's fair skin. Unlike you, Ella has a lighter skin tone and medium blonde curls, a spitting image of your deceased father, whereas you could be your mother's twin sister.

The thought of your parents still makes you sad, you wish you could have gone to your mother for advice. About so many things, but currently about Joakim.

He still hasn't responded to your message.

You shoo the thought of him aside and ask the sales assistant to take the ring from the display. When you try it on, it fits perfectly. You smile and decide to buy it for Ella.

You choose an antique pair of silver dangle earrings with a garnet stone for yourself.

Elated, you leave the store to meet up with Ella in what has become your favorite café.

She's already there, waiting for you, and when she sees you come in, her eyes light up in anticipation. You suspect she has something planned...

"Hey Ella, sorry, I forgot the time in that one store, if I'm not careful I'll spend all my money in there!" you laugh at her.

"It's okay, I've only just arrived, I had a quick chat with my lecturer after my psychology class, the one I told you about..."

"Um, the young, handsome lecturer?" you tease her

"Yes, exactly him!" grins Ella

"I told him about you" she suddenly blurts out.

"You did what????" you blurt out in horror.

"He told me about you, that you have a degree in psychology, worked in a renowned psychotherapy practice and then set up your own practice, he was quite interested, at least that's what I thought...."

You have to swallow and look at her open-mouthed. Stunned, you want to start when she continues.

"I've invited him to dinner tonight, one more person really doesn't matter! And besides, distraction is the best thing for lovesickness!"

You're even more speechless than before, which hardly ever happens, and just stare at Ella.

"Have you taken leave of your senses? I mean are you out of your mind? You can't just invite a guy I don't even know! What's more, he's your lecturer! Are you still in your right mind? And what do you mean by heartbreak? It was a flirtation with Joakim, nothing more!"

"Yeah, go on lying to yourself about your guitarist!" Ella snaps sourly "You keep checking your messages to see if he hasn't replied after all, you look sad when you think I can't see it, I'm neither stupid nor blind! You've fallen for this musician and you've really fallen for him! I can't remember it being as bad with Christopher..."

"Please don't mention that huge asshole in this context!" you growl bitterly "He can rot somewhere else for all I care!"

Ella leans back "Right, not another word about the giant asshole! Then what should I call the other one?"

"Who?" you ask, confused.

"Well Joakim," grins Ella.

You roll your eyes, annoyed.

"What do Anshu and the others say about you inviting your lecturer to dinner? I mean, you want to cook together at Kelly's house, don't you?"

Ella grins even more "Well, to be honest, the idea came from Anshu and Claire.... I was just the executor, because I get on best with Ethan…"

Your eyebrows go up, "ETHAN? You're on first-name terms with your lecturer?"

"Chill, everyone calls him that, he offered at the beginning of the semester. Ethan Turnbull, to be precise. He's also published a few books, by the way, so you can see if you know anything about him," explains Ella.

You take a deep breath and sort yourself out, even though you'd like to strangle your little sister!

"Ella, dear, please, unload him again, I don't want to and I can't, ok?! Besides, I don't HAVE my own practice anymore, as you know very well!"

Ella's gaze darkens, she swallows, sits up straight in her chair and looks you straight in the eye "I know that very well Mina, you certainly don't have to remind me, I was there.... As.... As.... You know what I mean, I know why you gave up the practice!"

You sigh, realizing that this is the worst possible time to start dealing with this issue.

"Ella, please, tell him no, make up what I know, I don't want this!" you beg her.

"Mina, I can't possibly cancel on him, I don't even have his number or home address!"

"You're not fucking serious!" you choke out.

"But I'm fucking serious, or do you think I'm going to ask my LECTURER for his number or address?" Ella is outraged.

"I'd trust you with anything," you growl in frustration.

"Pfffff" is all you hear from Ella.

Damn, how do I get out of this number, your mind is racing. The last thing you want to do is have dinner with that psychology lecturer. You just wanted to cook with Ella and her friends and then eat, have fun, maybe go out afterwards.

Now this is completely inconvenient for you, because.... Because.... Yes, damn it, because your heart is still with this impossible, attractive, unreliable, charming, incredible man, with him.

And you could slap yourself for that.

"He's really not ugly, if that makes you feel better," Ella interrupts your thoughts.

"Who?"

"Ethan, he's tall, blond, longer hair and athletic, he plays rugby and coaches a kids' team. And he has a dog, Spot, a husky mongrel, totally cute! Spot is often at the seminar with us!" explains Ella.

"Dog sounds good," you agree.

"Well, that's a plus for Ethan! Joakim certainly doesn't have a dog!" grins Ella.

"I don't know, I don't think so!" you sigh and admit defeat for now.

Okay then, dinner with the lecturer on top of everything else.

What else can go wrong today?

"Great, then you'll come by at 7 pm? You know where, you have Kelly's address, don't you? And put on something nice!"

"ELLA KONSTANZE LAMBERTS IT'S ENOUGH NOW," you get indignant, "Who are you? Our mother?"

"No, your sister, she wants you to laugh again!" comes the simple reply.

You can't add anything to that.

"And when will you be happy again?" you ask her cautiously.

Her eyes darken again "I'm not unhappy, you know. I just don't want to talk about it, not now, not here. I just want to forget about it and go on living normally, as if nothing ever happened, you know?"

You nod at her.

"I can't go through that again, I was afraid of losing you too Mina, I didn't care that I could have died then, I was just afraid that he would kill you, like, like ....." her voice trails off.

You lean over to her and hug her tightly, comforting her, stroking her back as you hear her quiet sobs.

"Shhhhh Ella, it's all right, it's over, I'm here, it's all right, I'm not going anywhere, I promised you, I'll stay with you!"

"Always? Promise?" comes quietly from Ella's mouth.

"Always, I promise, as long as you can put up with me!" you smile.

"Good, because I can still put up with you!" Ella smiles again.

"Well then, everything's perfect! Come on, let's finish eating, I've found a little something for you!"

"Ohhhhh what is it?" Ella is delighted, she is still like a little child bursting with curiosity when it comes to surprises and presents.

Smiling, you reach into your Birkin bag and hand her the small dark blue velvet-covered box.

Ella happily takes it and opens it.

"Ohhhh Mina, how beautiful! THANK YOU!"

"You're welcome little mouse!"

At the mention of her nickname, Ella makes a face and tries on the ring, which fits like a glove.

"Okay, I won't take it off, it looks fantastic!" she gushes.

You smile lovingly at her.

After dinner, Ella heads off to her duties again, not bothering to ask you to be punctual first, she knows you're usually late, one of your little mistakes.

You roll your eyes and promise to be on time, in "appropriate" attire, as requested, no band shirts or ripped jeans, your favorite outfits.

You slowly stroll towards the hotel, when you arrive you decide to take a hot shower and wash your hair. Then you want to take care of your outfit.

Your long dark green skirt with small cream-colored flowers, the dark green top and a short cream-colored cardigan should be suitable enough.

You mainly want to do Ella a favor, you don't care about Ethan.

You sigh at the thought of spending the evening looking after a psychologist who is a complete stranger to you.... So far, all the male psychologists you've met have been complicated in their own way. And the last thing you need is a complicated man!

Or a man in your life at all.

The story with Joakim has shown you again that it's better not to trust anyone, not to let your feelings get in the way.

You only get hurt and you never want to be hurt again, by anyone, you never want to feel helplessly at the mercy of a situation or feelings, ever again!!!

Joakim

After about 16 hours of driving, with short breaks, he finally reaches Willamette.

He is tired and excited at the same time.

How will you react?

Do you even want to see him?

What if you don't feel the same as he does....

Joakim becomes uncertain, what if Noah was right? It's stalking, he found out about your hotel through lies and now he's standing outside the hotel.

Creep!!! it goes through his head.

What if you're thinking the same thing?

Unsure, he puts his head on the steering wheel and stares ahead of him.

He no longer knows whether it was right to drive here. Shouldn't he go straight back?

Just forget everything?

But there is this tugging in his chest.... Longing?

He looks up, suddenly he sees you coming out of the hotel, at first he thinks he's going to die on the spot, then he quickly ducks away so that you don't recognize him.

He peers cautiously out of his side window, sees you make your way to the parking lot and open a Ford Fiesta, get in and drive off towards the city center.

Joakim is hot and cold and nauseous at the same time, God he's nauseous and dizzy, he has to open the door and breathe in and out deeply, otherwise he feels like he's either going to pass out or throw up.

He feels like a teenager in love for the first time, not a grown man of 35!

Pull yourself together and make a decision Karlsson, he tells himself.

Easier said than done, he still has pudding legs and feels sick as a dog.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and decides to take a room in the hotel for now, he can make a decision there too.

Hopefully they still have rooms available, he thinks.

A friendly looking middle-aged lady stands at the reception desk

"Welcome to Fanziska Haus, what can I do for you?"

"Karlsson, Joakim Karlsson, I haven't booked, a spontaneous trip, I wanted to ask if you have a room available?"

"Oh, just a moment please, I'll have a quick look!"

The lady, whose name tag reads Sarah, types quickly on her keyboard and looks intently at the screen.

"Ahh, you're in luck, I can offer you room no. 14. How long are you planning to stay?"

"Uhmm, that depends on certain circumstances..." Joakim squirms.

Sarah smiles at him questioningly.

"Yeah, so for one night, I guess? Maybe longer... like one, two, three weeks?" he stutters.

"Oh, a little more specific would be good, Mr. Karlsson! One night is no problem at all, but several weeks is, because the room is booked elsewhere. You could then, or rather would have to, move to another room. Would that be a solution for you?" Sarah offers in a friendly manner.

"Yes, that sounds good, yes, that would be brilliant if you could arrange it that way!" Joakim beams.

"Good Mr. Karlsson, then I would need your personal details for the registration, how do you want to pay? By credit card?"

"Yes, credit card!"

Once everything is settled, Sarah hands him the key card for his room and wishes him a pleasant stay.

Joakim is glad to finally be able to lie down for a while. Once in the room, he leaves his luggage in his bag and throws himself tiredly onto the bed, only to fall asleep a little later.

When he wakes up again, it's late afternoon, FUCK, how long has he been asleep?

He looks frantically at his cell phone, 4 pm and 3 messages from Noah, 5 from Vincent...

Joakim rolls his eyes in annoyance and opens one after the other.

They both want to know where he is, whether he's arrived, how you reacted, whether you reacted, or whether he found you at all, when he's coming back to LA, whether he's still alive....

Idiots he thinks lovingly and types the same message for both of them:

Am at the same hotel as Mina

I saw her briefly, she's really here, but she didn't see me, I checked into the hotel first and am now in my room.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do next, I still have to think about it. I'll be in touch, you don't need to send me any more messages!

Jolly

What am I going to do, how am I going to meet her? Wait in the lobby?

"Hey Mina, how are you? You haven't contacted me yet, so I've been spying on you to find out exactly where you are, and tadaa here I am!"

Oh God, CREEEEEEEEEP!!! it roars in his head

Joakim sighs in frustration, he can't possibly do that!

His brain rattles, suddenly he has an idea.

He quickly searches his cell phone to see if there is a flower store or something similar in Willamette. Zack, hit. He grins with satisfaction and taps select.

"Willamette Flower Delivery Serving, Ava speaking, what can I do for you?"

"Karlsson here, I need a bouquet of flowers that can be delivered today!"

"Within Willamette that's no problem, Mr. Karlsson, what bouquet would you like and where, to whom, would you like it delivered? The bouquets can be found on our homepage."

Joakim quickly scrolls through the offer and spontaneously decides on the Garden Bouquet with white hydrangeas, pink and pink roses, rose-colored lilies, light pink button flowers and white margarites, plus various grasses and leaves.

He hopes you like the flowers, that he has met your taste.

"The Garden Bouquet, please deliver this to Mina Lamberts, M-I-N-A L-A-M-B-E-R-T-S," he quickly spells out, "Currently at Franziska Haus Bed and Breaktfast, here in Willamette!"

"Ok, I've written everything down, how do you want to pay?"

"Credit card, I'll put the card number through......!"

"All right Mr. Karlsson, I'll see to it that the bouquet is delivered today!"

"Can you tell me roughly when that will be?" he asks.

"Uhm, we have another big order here, in about 2 to 3 hours? By the way, would you like to add a greetings card?"

Joakim thinks about it

"No greeting card directly, but do you have a card with a guitar?"

"No, unfortunately, but I could print a guitar on the card if that would help you!"

"Yes, it does, thank you very much!" Joakim is relieved.

Now he just has to sit down in the lobby in 2 hours and wait for the flower delivery man... Just because it's all so easy!

In the meantime, he unpacks his things, showers, puts on fresh clothes and sets off in search of somewhere to eat.

The hotel itself only serves breakfast, and Sarah, the nice receptionist, tells him where he can get something to eat in the city.

With this information, he drives into town and stops in front of a nice-looking restaurant. The menu on the sign outside the restaurant promises a variety of burgers, just what he's in the mood for.

After he has eaten, the world looks a little more confident again. He decides to take a stroll through the city, keeping an eye on the time - he doesn't want to be back too late, that would ruin his whole plan!!!

A small antique store catches his attention, he looks curiously into the shop window, only to freeze shortly afterwards. YOU are in the store, bent over the sales counter. You take out various pieces of jewelry and look at them.

Joakim's mouth is suddenly completely dry again, he can't move, he watches spellbound as you decide on a ring and a pair of earrings and pay. You turn towards the exit and walk towards it...

He finally breaks out of his stupor and quickly disappears around the corner. From there, he looks after you as you walk down the street towards the university.

Damn him? No, he has a plan, this would have been chaotic and unplanned, it would have suddenly overwhelmed him.

He sees that you're going to a café near the campus.

Should he?

No, not that you'll discover him when he's looking for you at the window.

He's breathing heavily, fuck, he's going to have a heart attack!

Shortly before 6 p.m., Joakim walks into the hotel lobby and, with a quick glance, decides on a seating area in a corner of the lobby with a good view of the entrance and reception.

Now he just has to wait.... He can do that perfectly by now, he remarks sarcastically.

Time passes, no flower delivery man in sight, Joakim gets nervous, he taps his foot, taps his fingers rhythmically on the table, checks the time again and again.

He has been waiting for almost an hour....

Suddenly a young man enters the lobby with a bouquet of flowers wrapped in tissue paper and Joakim stands up tensely.

The young man is talking to Sarah at reception.

Joakim steps closer to overhear the conversation.

He comes within earshot just in time, right when Sarah calls your room number, 23!

You have room number 23, Yess!

The flower messenger heads for the elevator and Joakim hurries to the stairwell, where he hastily sprints to the second floor to arrive before the messenger.

His plan works, he has made it before him.

The messenger steps out of the elevator and looks around, Joakim watches him closely.

Then he heads towards room no. 23, just before he can knock, Joakim is at his side.

"Excuse me, but are these the flowers for Mina Lamberts?" he asks innocently.

The messenger is confused, but confirms the question.

"Wonderful!" Joakim beams, "I've given the order, you can leave the flowers to me, I'll deliver them myself!"

The messenger looks at him in disgust, "Uhh, yes, no, that's not possible, I have to deliver the flowers, otherwise my boss will give me hell, and I don't even know if her details are correct!"

"Ok, I can show you my ID," Joakim offers, "that should confirm my identity, and there's a guitar on the greeting card! Who would know that if not me, the client?"

The messenger becomes uncertain and opens the card to make sure.

"Yes well, then....." he stammers!

"Perfect!" grins Joakim, takes the flowers and slips the messenger a tip.

He grins, nods at Joakim and disappears towards the elevator.

Joakim waits until he is alone in the hotel corridor.

Heart pounding, he unwraps the flowers, positions himself in front of your door, lifts the flowers so that his face is not immediately recognizable and clears his throat several times.

Sweat breaks out from every pore, dizziness and nausea set in again.

If not now, then when, he thinks to himself, death-defyingly, and knocks energetically on your door!

[themalevolentkitchen]

Intermission

✨Content 18+ - MDNI - Minors Don't Interact✨

Genre: Smut with Soft!Geto Suguru x Vulva Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Pet Names (sweetheart and baby), Unprotected Sex, Jumps right into the action, Hair in your face, Suguru pauses to tie his hair up, Sweaty, Skin to skin, Sensual, Fingering, Good Boy Suguru, Suguru does his signature purrs, slight cockwarming

Summary: Sugu has beautiful hair. And I’m jealous. Had this image of him tying his hair up and couldn’t get it out of my head.

Influenced Track: Nervous by The Neighbourhood

Word count: 741 words

Art Credit: Unknown (if you know please let me know so I can credit pls. I found it on Pinterest and a reverse image search didn't find anything)

All rights reserved © TheMalevolentKitchen

Notice: Mature Content. Over 18s only.

Also published on AO3

✨Content 18+ - MDNI - Minors Don't Interact✨

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This is something quite sentient. 

You’ve missed him. Missed this.

It’s like you’re speaking volumes, but not a singular word is being uttered between you. Both fervent. Heated. Aggressively loving. Addicted to each other.

Every rhythmic thrust into you has you arching into him. His hands caress your skin, delicately grasping at your hips. Skin to skin, he moulds his body seamlessly with yours, his head resting in the pillow beside you. Both misted in sweat and radiating heat.

Suguru’s uttering confessions in your ears, and you devour his pulse in response. The taste of salt lingers on your tongue. He’s wrapping your legs around his waist, perfecting the friction deliciously. Your tracing fingertips rise up his back, each muscle rippling and flexing. Sensitive.

When your fingers reach the nape of his neck, he shudders and groans into the pillow beside you. His signature purr vibrates your eardrum. Moving with fever to your lips, desperate to taste you. You card your fingers through his hair, brushing it to the side, but it falls forward - tickling your face and brushing against your skin.

He hums against your lips. Your fingers holding his hair back, exposing his neck - an opportunity to flat lick from his jugular notch to his chin. Feeling his voice box as he gulps reactively. 

Losing a hold of his luscious locks, it cascades down to your face once again.

Suguru lifts himself from you, resting on his knees and not once leaving your body. Reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a hair tie while you lay there watching. Your breath heavy and your skin glowing from his ministrations. Beautiful.

The black hair tie hangs between his teeth while he combs his hair back with his fingers. The shorter lengths framing his face as you observe his beauty, looking like a god between your thighs. Your pussy unconsciously clenching around him.

He throws you a look. Silently telling you not to tease him. 

He pulls the tie over his palm, tying up his hair into a bun with the other hand. Courteous to ensure you have no distractions from your high. The sweat beading on his skin catches your eye. Following the beads, like rain on a window, they roll down the contours he’s created, and glide effortlessly over his scars. Leading your eyes over his glorious body, and memories of times before.

Kneeling above you, he can see your eyes eating him alive. That your mind is racing with enticing thoughts by the way your pussy twitches around him involuntarily. Your arousal covers him with every flutter.

“Careful, Sweetheart,” pulling you from your thoughts and reminding you not to tease him, while he fastens the hair tie in place. 

He leans on his elbow above you, wrapping your legs around his waist once more. His other hand on your chin and angling your face just so. Lust-filled eyes taking in your blissed-out, rosy state. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, red and swollen from his kisses.

Testing your nerve, you poke out your tongue and lick the tip of his thumb. His eyes widen at your boldness, so he has to nudge you where you’re still joined. The movement has you dropping your mouth wide, brushing over your sensitive spot deep inside. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, resting on your tongue.

You begin to suck his thumb, tongue flicking around it as he picks up from where he left off. Sensuously slow but passionate, he submits every delicious movement into you and pushes you to the edge. You don’t break eye contact throughout, meeting his dark look with your own. His eyes rolling in pleasure as he feels your tongue wrap around his thumb. 

The deepest purr rumbles from his throat, vibrating down to your core. You reactively tighten, moaning and suddenly flooding around his length. You can’t hold on. You’re too close, and he knows it.

Desperate, Suguru pulls his thumb away from your mouth in a hurry, replacing the heavy loss on your tongue with his in a kiss. Dancing.

His hand at the nape of your neck, pulling gently and arching you into his warm mouth. Tasting every inch of you as you succumb to the burn in your stomach. You’re trying to speak, but whines and whimpers replace anything coherent. 

Suguru coaxes it out of you between kisses. Craving to feel you come undone around him.

“Hush, baby. It’s ok. Let go!”

[go-river-flows]

Welcome back to the Avatar Programme

Part 6 of 13

Summary: I was part of the Avatar programme. Simple as that. Then that changed after the schoolhouse incident. 

Just want to apologise for the late upload. I had a lot on my plate and was working a lot this week. And the photo below was taken from Pinterest, since I couldn't find any gifs of Norm on tumblr. Lol I also wanted to change some of the dialogue parts, Na'Vi will be in Bold Italics like this: “You're jealous.” I think it makes it a bit easier to read and flows better.

“Jake. Jake!” Grace called out, her torch in hand, flashing it in his eyes checking for dilation.

“He’s in alpha,” Max said, “He’s coming out right now.”

“Come on back, kid. Come on,” Grace continued. Jake’s eyes responding as all of us huddled around his cradle. “That’s it.” She slapped his face a bit, as he gasped in confusion, finally waking Grace and Max helped him sit up.

“Is the avatar safe?”

“Yeah Doc. And you’re not gonna believe where I am,” he chuckled wheezily.

I sighed, relieved that his avatar was someplace safe and relatively unharmed, or so Jake says. Liz, one of my research assistants, pulled me back to my office and handed me the cases. She stood in the doorway, arms across her chest watching me unpack all the samples, identifying them and handing her the ones she needed at that moment. She stood staring as Norm poked his head over Kat.

“Hey,” he gently knocked on the door frame, “I wondered where you disappeared to.”

I looked up at him, eyebrows quirked.

“I'm here. I'm always here,” I say bluntly.

It got awkward again, before he spoke.

“I just, uh–” He started to speak,”–I overheard…earlier. About Tom…Uh…”

“Oh god, Norm. Spit it out,” I shot him a look.

“We went to the school earlier. I didn't want to mention it, but then I overheard you talking to Grace about Tom,” Norm paused again, “You know what…Never mind, I just…”

“You just what?” I shucked my teeth.

“I miss Tom too. He was a good friend. And so are you, you can always come talk to me about it,” he looked at me sympathetically, quirking a small smile, “Have a good night.” 

He left as quickly as he arrived.

“What the heck was that?” Liz asked curiously. I chuckled at her confused expression.

“Nothing. Here are the samples, but go get some sleep. It's late,” I handed her the last of the samples. She reached out to grab them before leaving around the corner. I sighed deeply, sitting down in the chair, I looked around my cluttered office. Paper, books and small trophies decorating the shelves, albeit a bit disorganised. I turned in the swivel chair, looking out the window into the twilight. I turned back to my desk, thinking about Grace’s words, he knows nothing. Guide him, teach him. I clicked my tongue, grabbing some untouched and clean paper that hasn't yet been covered in coffee or tea. Starting to write everything I knew about Pandora. 

Startled by the knock on my office door, I shot up from my slumped over position. Noticing that a blanket was draped over my back, my chin had a lovely stripe of dried drool rubbing it away. I realised I had fallen asleep. Looking up, Norm was at my door again. I looked over my shoulder as the sunlight shone through my window. It was morning. Groaning at the light, I covered my face head back on the table, rubbing it as he chuckled at the sight.

“Morning sunshine,” Norm barked out a laugh.

“Ha-ha-ha, very funny Norm,” I deadpanned at him.

“I didn't see you in the canteen,” he entered with two plates in hand. He took a seat on the chair on the opposite side of my desk.

“Did someone come earlier?” I asked, my head still on the table.

“Hm? I don't know. Why?” 

“This blanket wasn't on me last night,” I raised the edge of it.

“You were in here all night? Ha, figures,” he looked around, turning in his chair, “You workaholic. Must’ve been someone on your staff.”

“You clearly don't know my staff. No one comes in here unless I say so,” I mumbled.

“So you don't want this piece of toast?” he quipped, I raised my head quickly getting whiplash, my hand shooting out to grab it.

“This peanut butter?” I pointed. Norm just nodded as I bit into it, moaning at the taste of real peanut butter. “Oh…my…god,” I moaned, “Where’d you get this, those stupid soldiers hog it all. ”

“What were you working on?” He looked around my desk biting into his toast.

“Uh, just some paperwork,” I looked down at the mess on my table, frowning as I looked back up at him, “What are you doing here? You're normally in the canteen with the science team.”

He suddenly choked, being called out suddenly made him a bit nervous, clearing his throat he ignored my question. Shoving the rest of his toast into his mouth. I stared at him, eyes boring into the side of his head as he averted his gaze. When he finally finished and swallowed, he spoke.

“I-I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

“What are you hiding, Spellman?” He slowly closed his eyes, annoyed he pitched his nose bridge.

“It’s just Jake. I worked so hard to get here, logged so many, so, so many hours. Trained. Learned Na’Vi, everything. All nine-yards, and he just gets accepted,” Norm’s frustration spilt out, “His avatar is in the Omaticaya village right now, exactly where I want to be. Where I worked so hard to get to, and I'm not there. And now, he’s sitting in the canteen with the science team. Just, ugh.”

I listened whilst finishing up my toast. Licking my finger that some peanut butter had gotten on.

“You're jealous.”

“U–-U-Uh, Yeah. Of course,” he stammered.

I cleared my teeth from the peanut butter, I stretched my arms and legs. Standing up, I gestured for Norm to follow, as I exited my office. Walking down the hallway, through some door, I passed by the ladies toilet. Stopping then going into the toilet.

“Wait here,” I turn to Norm, continuing through the door. I quickly relieved myself and washed my hands, exiting the ladies Norm was waiting outside leaning up against the wall nearby. I gestured to him to follow again as he removed himself from the wall, unsure where I was leading him to.

As soon as we saw the ‘GYM’ sign, he stopped me.

“O-oooh, no. Nope,” Norm’s eyes widened gaping, “This is where you’re bringing me? Hell no.”

“What? What are you so afraid of?” I asked, grabbing his wrist, yanking him into the gym. I pulled him to a standing boxing bag, letting go, I stood in front of the bag taking a stance. “I'm gonna teach you to punch,” I said, leaving him with his mouth open in stunned silence. I swung a firm punch at the bag, budging it a bit. 

“Um…okay,” Norm reluctantly agreed. 

“First take a stance,” I instructed as he copied my open legs, arms close to my body. I checked over his position, gently guiding his left elbow a bit closer to his body. ”Keep your elbow near your body, tuck it closer to your head. If anyone tries swinging at you you can use that arm to block.” 

He followed as I extended his right arm toward the bag, “This is your full extension,” moving him a bit closer so his fist touched the bag, pulling his arm back to a tucked position. I took a step to his right and I demonstrated a punch into the air. 

“Now you,” I proclaimed. He sucked in a bit of air before landing a proper punch. A look of amazement and amusement decorated his face as he chuckled. Landing another blow with his other hand. He continued again and again laughing a bit. Even I chuckled at his amusement.

A familiar voice cut through the air, “What up cutie.” Wainfleet. I internally groaned as my happiness disappeared in a moment, rolling my eyes. Norm turned to look. With a new sense of security? Or maybe it was stupidity? He took four steps toward Wainfleet and as if Eywa herself descended from the skies to give him strength, he took stance, landing a punch at Wainfleet’s jaw he fell back holding it wincing at the pain. My jaw dropped, not believing what I was seeing.

“Don't you dare talk to her like that again, you piece of shit. You don't talk to a lady like that!” Norm demanded out loud, some soldiers gathering with curious yet delighted expressions, they began to laugh at Wainfleet entertained by the drama. I pulled Norm away trying to create some distance between the two.

“Okaaay. You’re not doing that again. Come on, let's get out of here,” I took his red and slightly bruised knuckles in my hand, pulling him quickly out of the gym. In our rush we almost ran straight into Grace and Jake. I removed my hand from Norm’s as they were directly in Jake’s line of sight. An unreadable expression on his face when he saw Norm’s hand in mine. They made their way to the cradle room as I retreated to my office. Being stopped by someone before I could walk further.

Part 7

Side story: In which Wainfleet gets punched by a science puke

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[acherontiarchivist]

Omg okay! It’s my first time asking stuff and I’m super nervous and hope I’m not bothering in any way😭

I just love how you write for Gabriel so much. He’s so underrated and I love vim so much! I was wondering if you could write something for him with a chubby s/o who struggles with self love and always looks herself in the mirror, always feeling discouraged at what she sees. It’s a struggle I have everyday and I’m trying my best to get over it💛 can be SFW or NSFW thank you, and sending lots of love!💛

First of all thank you for this ask because ALL OF THIS SAME, second thank you for your patience :')

This took me a while to write but I think it has been a great journey and has made me feel a little bit better myself, so I hope it does the same for you! Sending lots of love back your way! 💜

Also, this turned out to be almost purely NSFW :^)

MINORS DNI! NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Content: body checking, discussion of body image, cunnilingus (receiving), fingering (giving and receiving) let me know if I should tag anything else!

Word count: 1.3k

You have a routine you like to stick to most mornings: make your bed, meditate for 10 minutes, eat a light breakfast while scrolling your social media feed, and so on. Mornings with Gabriel, however, are always a little bit delayed. He keeps you in bed longer, clinging to you under the warm blankets and fussing if he senses you try to get up. You've come to accept the morning cuddles– it's much better than meditation anyway. 

Today marks a full week that he's slept with you and stayed over most of the day, so suffice to say he's learned all of your daily habits. He has also taken notice of your habit of taking your measurements and recording them everyday– mostly because he loves to see you naked. The first time he saw you taking your measurements he had plenty of questions, especially since you were reluctant to let him watch and wanted to do it in privacy. Gabriel doesn't understand why you do it in the first place. He gazes at your reflection in the mirror each time, wondering why you always look so disappointed with yourself when all he sees is your glowing beauty. It's nearly impossible for him to wrap his head around it when he finds your body so fascinating.

There can never be enough excuses for him to feel your bare skin, especially your thighs. It was only now, after the second time he has watched you pull the measuring ribbon around your hips that he saw the golden opportunity.

"Let me help you with that," he sinks down onto his knees beside you and gingerly tugs the ribbon from your loose grip as you record your hip measurements. Before you even know it he has lifted your leg onto the side of the bed and snaked his soft hand around your inner thigh with one end of the ribbon. The sudden sensation sent chills up your spine.

"Oh, fuck," your free hand shoots out to brace yourself against the wall.

"Sorry," he can't help but giggle a bit.

"It's ok, I just… wasn't expecting that is all." You try to play it off, but the blush at the sight of him on his knees and cornered between your leg and the wall is too strong to fight back. He knew what he was doing all along and doesn't intend to stop now. However, he does drop his ruse, letting slip the ribbon to the floor as he nibbles his way up your thigh.

"Hey! You didn't tell me the numb–"

"Shhh. It's not important."

"It is to me," you struggle to get out between the pricks and tickles he leaves with his teeth. Though the closer he gets to your core, the more you agree with him.

"What's the point anyway? What are you doing? Is it fun? It can't be more fun than this."

It is so not fair that he can speak so freely without having to stop. You are afforded no time to gather your thoughts through his 'help.' Instead your mind wanders, focuses on his touch, your free hand tangling in his hair. All remaining pretense is thrown out the window when his tongue graces your bud and two fingers ease their way inside of you.

"Does it feel good?"

"God, yes."

His laugh crackles through the speakers of your alarm clock radio, "That's not what I was talking about. We were having a conversation, remember?"

"Fuck you."

"It's not my turn yet." His pace quickens and his other arm reaches around your leg to squeeze your ass.

"You wanna bet?" Your grip tightens around his hair in preparation to pull his head back, earning a rare vocalization to escape his throat. His moan is something special. Steady in your new shift of mood your hand leaves the wall to instead lift his chin and force eye contact. Gabriel's full attention had now shifted from eagerly finger-fucking you to following your every word. Honestly, he didn't think he'd get this far and failed to plan ahead. But he loves it when you take control. It's amusing how quickly he goes from smugly and confidently knocking down your walls to falling into putty in your hands.

"Get on the bed." Just as soon as you release your grip on his hair he climbs over the edge of the bed, not even bothering to stand up first. You follow just behind him, not bothering to let him find his balance, your hands reaching around him to undo the button of his pants and pull down the zipper. He falls forward (backward?) and rests his head on your shoulder; moaning, drooling as your fingers slip beneath his underwear. You have no idea how he manages it without pain, but his hands find their way to your breasts. His arms nearly become trapped between your bodies as you try to pull him closer. "That has got to be uncomfortable," your breath ghosts his ear.

"I don't care. I just love to feel your body," he pulls his arms out and instead squeezes your hips.

You blush at his comment; you know it's only a sweet nothing, but it's exactly what you needed to hear, and coming from him it means the world to you. Your fingers work their circular motions with more care and deliberation from then on, unraveling him in your arms. One arm holds him close while you leave bites and kisses on his neck, all the while gradually picking up your pace and increasing the pressure on his bud. You're so lost in the sound of his moans and whines that you barely notice him writhing underneath your touch. His hips jerk and his legs grow noticeably shaky making you hesitate for a moment, trying not to overstimulate him.

"No, no, no, don't stop, don't stop," His voice fades in and out of the static on the radio and you brace yourself– you know the feedback is going to come through loud when he finally spills over. Once he does, he falls back on the bed to catch his breath. You take the opportunity to straddle him and squeeze his ass.

"Not fair… I initiated, I was supposed to make you cum first."

"You snooze, you lose," you stick your tongue out at him playfully.

"Fuck you," he sticks his tongue out back at you to the best of his ability.

"Hmm. Yeah, I think it is my turn now." You lay down on the bed beside him, "As you were, then." He wastes no time crawling between your legs to finish what he started, though this time he jumps straight into the pace he had been working up before.

"Ahh," you hiss, "you in a hurry or something?"

"This is your punishment for interrupting me," he didn't need a verbal response to know how much that turned you on; he could feel it in the way you contracted around his fingers. You sing for him anyway.

"Oh, fuck, Gabriel," you wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze. His words of encouragement are drowned out by your own moans. You reach blindly to grab the radio and drag it closer, desperate to hear his voice.

"You're so close, I can feel it already. Cum for me. Scream for me. I want you to feel so, so good." Every word pushes you closer to release until his fingers push on that sweet spongy spot in your core. All of your senses momentarily go fuzzy and distant as you recover from the high. Soon you feel Gabriel scoot up to your side. You roll onto your side and pull him close, earning a sigh of contentment.

"Hey," he speaks up, pulling your leg over his body and  idly rubbing your thigh, "Next time can you sit on my face?"

"Sure thing," you laugh and kiss his forehead.

[marzghost]

Red Queen au with everyone from hermitcraft and empires + Martyn, Bigb, and Skizzleman anyone? I know this is such a niche little thing but god do I love this book series and what type of person would I be if I didn't put my little block men into it. 👀

Like imagine it if you will. Scar as Cal ,Grian as Mare, and Cub as Maven (I'm living for the convex drama I also have no clue who would take on the role of Evangeline but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Thinking maybe Cleo but who knows it might change). Might make this into an actual fanfiction with Grian being born a female but identifying and passing off as a male because I can do as I please and who doesn't like the angst that comes from being forced to parade around as something you know you aren't.

if I make this a full on fanfic it'll be called The Red Blood On My Teeth Tastes Sweet On Your Silver Tongue (but our sins turn it bitter like a war over done) on AO3 but for short I'll be referring to it as the Red Blood Silver Tongue AU or RBST Au

Enjoy this snippet so you guys can somewhat see what I'm talking about. If I do make it into a full on fanfic I'll be sure to tag warnings because I know for a fact there will be a lot of misgendering and body dysmorphia since Grian will be forced to parade around as a female despite identifying as a male.

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Grian was alive. Grian was alive that much he knew for a fact from the way his heart raced within his chest and his blood pulsed within his ears. He was alive when he should have been dead. His body should be nothing more than a charred clump upon the electric dome but here he was ,a mess, being watched by every important silver house there is.

He should be dead. Should be nothing more than a red and black stain upon the electric shield but instead he laid upon the ruined ground of the arena with his once beautiful new uniform burnt and smoking from the electricity that had been coursing through his body not too long ago. He should have felt pain when he fell down to what should have been his untimely demise but no. Instead of feeling anything he thought moments like this should entitle he felt more alive than he's ever felt before. It was like a blindfold had been lifted from his eyes and as he stood to his feet dazed and confused, wide dark eyes locked with intense and shocked lime green ones and like a fool he lifted his hand and waved with a nervous smile crossing his thin lips before saying, "Uhh, hi?"

That was all it took for the dam to break. The metal spheres the ginger and been controlling flew out towards him and in some sad attempt to save himself Grian quickly outstretched his hands in front of himself. One moment Grian was yelling wait at the top of his lungs and the next lightning was coming out of his open palms saving him from yet another untimely death. If the silvers hadn't been gasping before they sure as hell were now.

Then, like thunder, the king's voice cut through the air. "Guards! Seize him!" He commanded and like flipping a switch the guards all around snapped into action. Now Grian was no fool. He knew when to leave and as his eyes landed on his ticket out of the arena he took it. Running past the stunted girl he slid down through the lifted platform that had been used to bring up all the other ladies into the now destroyed area and landed down in some brightly lit hall. He could feel the energy powering each lightbulb but just as he focused on one it would explode in a flash of light and glass. Panic pushed his legs forward as lights exploded behind him ringing like alarms wherever he went and it wasn't long before the sounds of armored footsteps accompanied his own.

Taking another left Grian found himself looking out an open window and just as he hoisted himself up onto its frame two strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him away from his only chance at freedom. Screaming and kicking Grian turned to snarl at the fool who had captured him but stopped dead silent for when he did he was met with two now familiar forest green eyes and striking scars.

"I'm so sorry Grian but go to sleep."

Scar whispered to him and just like that Grian watched as the world blurred around him and turned black with the last thing he saw being Scar's ,no Prince Rayn's, eyes glowing slightly gold in the light of the now setting sun.

(yeet there ya go btw I know it's very close to his real name but i didn't know what other name to give him and I really liked Rayn (pronounced rain) despite it basically being his real name with only the Y and A swapping places.)