#ribbon mahogany

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Guest New York Bedroom - mid-sized contemporary guest dark wood floor bedroom idea

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Guest New York

Bedroom - mid-sized contemporary guest dark wood floor bedroom idea

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Bathroom New York

An undermount sink, furniture-like cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, marble countertops, a two-piece toilet, brown walls, and white countertops are all featured in this small, traditional powder room design.

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Built-In Home Office New York Example of a mid-sized trendy built-in desk dark wood floor study room design

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Hawaii Tropical Entry An illustration of a sizable island-style entryway with a limestone floor, beige walls, and a dark wood front door

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Home Bar Hawaii Example of a huge island style open concept limestone floor living room design with a bar, beige walls and a wall-mounted tv

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Tropical Living Room - Open Stunning image of a living room with a limestone floor and beige walls in an island style.

[jesslearnsthings]

Loft-Style Living Room

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Open - Contemporary Family Room

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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Demon Brothers]

🕷 pairing: demon brothers x f. reader

🕷 summary: You're gifted a pair of panties from the Demon Brothers, so you wear them for him.

🕷 wc: 6.5k

🕷 warnings: pet names (darling, love, treasure, baby, kitten, kitty, hun, doll, cupcake, moon, little moon), degradation (slut, whore), jealousy, choking, fingering (f. receiving), impact play (spanking, cunt slapping), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), unprotected sex, food mention, making-out, the heels stay on, marking (biting, scratching), hair pulling, praise, masturbation, pillow humping, mention of smothering with a pillow, panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, collar with a bell, possessiveness, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, body worship, bondage with ribbon, objectification, use of a bullet vibrator, 69, handjob, implied food play

🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!

🕷 date: April 17, 2024

Lucifer

“Barbatos said you needed help with some paperwork?” You ask as you enter Lucifer’s office. You hold a thick file under your arm as you walk forward.

“Is that so?” Lucifer asks, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers in front of him. He taps his monogrammed pen on the mahogany surface, biting his bottom lip as he finishes reading the paper and moves to the others. 

“Yeah,” you click your tongue. “Barbs said I was distracting the Young Master.” 

You roll your eyes before you set the file on the desk with a thump. You push it toward Lucifer before sitting on the edge of the desk;  a habit he loves and hates. 

“Your impression of Barbatos has gotten much better,” Lucifer sneers as he finally looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body. 

Your thighs are splayed on his desk, clad in black thigh-high stockings held with a blue garter belt. The skirt you wear is nearly bunched at your hips and your black heels shine, reflecting the light in his office. 

“I see why Barbatos labeled you as a distraction,” Lucifer smirks as he sets the file aside along with the rest of his work. 

You shrug. “He was the one who said Dia needed me to grab the file. I don’t see why Barbatos couldn’t do it himself.”

“Best not to defy him, darling,” Lucifer says as he rises and steps between your thighs. His hands grip them as he pushes you back until you catch yourself on your elbows. You blink slowly as you look up at him, his black hair falls over his eyes and you lick your lips when you spot him staring at your blue panties. 

“You were at the Demon Lord’s Castle in the panties I gifted you? Parading around like a little slut for everyone but me? Is that any way to thank me, love?” Lucifer's tone is low, and dangerous as he raises a dark brow in question. 

You resist the urge to moan, shaking your head as you maintain eye contact. 

“I didn’t want to go over there. I wore these for you, Luci.”

Lucifer hums as he considers your words, remaining silent as he takes a step back and pulls you off of his desk. You stumble, but he’s there to straighten you on your feet. 

His nose presses to yours, his lips tantalizingly close. You want to kiss him, taste him but he spins you and you catch yourself with your palms. 

“Lucifer!” You gasp in surprise. 

Lucifer gets on his knees. His hands roam over your legs, fingers gripping the lace at the top of your stockings. He admires the blue panties you’re wearing.

His fingers fiddle with the bow above the little peekaboo window, his lips press kisses to the curve of your ass before he’s on his feet. 

Slowly, Lucifer spreads your legs with one of his. His left-hand wraps around your throat as he bends you further while his other hand moves between your thighs. 

“You wore these for me?” Lucifer asks he pushes your panties to the side and two of his fingers slip into your wet cunt. He growls, his hold on your throat tightening when you whimper. Your eyes shut, nearly panting as he fucks his fingers in and out of you before his thumb brushes your clit. 

“Answer me, darling. It’s rude to keep me waiting,” he whispers as you drip all over his fingers and pant leg. You nod, moaning when he releases your throat to smack your ass. 

“I did. I wanted you to see them on me,” you admit as he bunches your skirt at your hips as high as it will go with one hand while he removes the other from your cunt to suck his fingers clean.  

“Tell me, love. Did Diavolo get a preview? How about Barbatos?” Lucifer asks, failing at hiding his jealousy. 

“No! Never!” You exclaim as he moves back to admire your frame bent over his desk, wet and needy for his touch. 

Lucifer palms his cock over his pants while he watches your legs shake unsteadily in your heels. 

With ease, he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. He’s quick to push his boxers down his thighs and rip the buttons off his shirt. 

If you’d been facing him, you’d be drooling over his delicious body, begging to lick every inch before he stuffs his fat cock down your throat until tears run down your cheeks. 

However, today isn’t about you. It’s about those blue panties you’re wearing that hide very little of your ass. Which is why he had picked them out for you. 

He couldn’t wait to fuck you on his bed. Your back to him while you rode his cock while wearing the stockings, panties, and garter belt. 

The thought alone made his mouth water as he pumped himself a few times. You beg him to fuck you. Your thighs pressed together to try and distract you from the throbbing between them. 

Lucifer smacks the back of your thigh, getting you to spread them open before he presses the head of his cock at your entrance. 

“Lucifer!” You moan as he slides home, his hand on your hip and the other pressing his fingers to your lips. 

“We must be quiet, darling. We aren’t the only ones in the House of Lamentation tonight.”

Mammon

Mammon had a busy day. Levi was on his ass about paying him back, so Mammon had to do a last-minute photoshoot just to give a payment to him. He’d have to do a few more in the next few weeks to finish paying Levi off but then he’d be free to borrow from him again. 

Goldie was taken again by Lucifer, so Mammon’s next goal was freeing his sweetie. 

Groaning, Mammon takes his jacket off as he enters his bedroom. He had a shower at the set and was ready to get in his pajamas and climb into bed. 

Sighing, Mammon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the couch beside his jacket. 

What he doesn’t expect to see is you bent over his pool table as you try to sink the eight ball. 

Mammon freezes in his spot. He’s not sure if you’ve heard him and he doesn’t want to startle you as you lean over further. If you notice your skirt hiking up further, you don’t make a move to correct it as you move the pool cue. 

Silently, Mammon eyes you hungrily. He spots the yellow panties he gifted you on your last date from beneath your black skirt. He wears matching boxers under his jeans. 

The ruffles on the edges make him gulp as you curse when you slip, your breasts pressed on the table as you balance yourself on one high-heeled foot. 

Nearly drooling, Mammon watches as you finally sink the last ball and stand on both feet. 

“Hell yeah!” You cheer as you place the pool cue on the table.

“Been here long, Treasure?” Mammon asks as he leans against the table. 

“Oh!” You giggle as you walk toward him. 

“I was waiting for you. Levi said you had a job.”

Mammon rolls his eyes. “Just like him to tell ya my business.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you frown as you pull him into a hug. He smiles as he breathes you in, his face buried in your neck while you rub his broad shoulders. “I missed you and you weren’t answering.”

“It was a busy shoot. I barely had time to have lunch before I needed to get back on set,” Mammon explains as he grabs your hips. 

“I’m glad you’re back. I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night,” you grin as you press your lips to his. Mammon moans against your lips, his large hands moving lower and beneath your skirt to grab your ass.

“Mammon!” You groan as he nips your bottom lip, sucking it before he releases it. His fingers toy with the edges of your panties before he moves his hand to the front. 

“What? I just want to feel your heart,” he smirks as he traces the heart on the front of your panties. 

His hand moves lower, feeling the wet spot on your panties before his lithe fingers push the material aside. 

“Fuck, Treasure. You’re always so wet for me, huh?” Mammon groans as he feels your wet cunt, his fingers easily slipping inside. You grip his shoulders, your heels making you teeter.

“I’ve got you, Treasure. I always will,” Mammon promises as he kisses you while his fingers curl inside you and fuck your soaking wet pussy. You moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours as your hand moves between your bodies to grip his hard cock over the denim. 

“You’re moving too fast, baby,” Mammon chuckles as he noses your throat before kissing it. “You haven’t even allowed me a taste of that sweet, sweet pussy.” 

“Greedy bastard,” you mutter before Mammon spanks you, gripping your ass harshly in his hand and squeezing it until you gasp. 

“I am, don’t forget it, Treasure.”

Mammon lifts you onto the pool table with your skirt hiked up to your hips and your blouse ripped down the middle, the buttons strewn on the table and his bedroom floor. Mammon eyes you greedily, licking his lips as he shakes his white hair out of his eyes. 

You spread your legs further as you look up at Mammon. Your heels hang over the edge and you admire the beautiful ridges of his torso and his glowing tan skin. You reach out for him and he allows you to touch him freely while he kisses you. His fingers thread in your hair while yours unbutton his pants and unzip them. 

Mammon kisses his way down your body, expertly removing your blouse and bra before his lips are wrapped around a hardened bud. He’s greedy with his tongue on both tits, licking and sucking them until he’s satisfied. 

“As pretty as these are, they’ve gotta go,” Mammon says as he tugs your panties down your thighs. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans before he’s kissing down your body, sinking his teeth into your hips before grabbing your thighs in each hand. He tugs you to the edge of the table, not caring if you’re arousal stains his precious pool table. 

“Mammon!” You exclaim as you fall back onto the table and stare at the ceiling. You arch your back as his tongue meets your cunt, teasing you as your legs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his broad back. 

“Fuck, Treasure,” Mammon slurps, his lips shiny with your wetness. He dives back in, his fingers fucking into you as he ignores the throbbing of his cock. He wanted to mount you, fuck you full of his cum, and then fuck it all back into you. 

Mammon wanted you to reek of him. He needed the halls of the House of Lamentation to stink of him and your coupling. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Lucifer was banging down his bedroom door, pleading that you stop. 

“So delicious,” he grunts as he palms over his cock, his tongue teasing your clit, gently sucking it just to watch your squirm beneath him. “Such a good girl for me, Treasure. So good.”

Levi

Levi loathed leaving his bedroom, more so when Lucifer demanded that he did. His older brother was the only demon who could get him to abandon his precious manga and video games. He was just about to start a new anime (Don’t Look Under the Bed Because There’s Probably a Monster, Even if Monsters aren’t Real and Don’t Hide Under Your Bed), when Lucifer banged on his bedroom door, ordering him to go check on you before dinner. 

The two of you had dinner duty, and with it only a few hours away, you had to get started within the next hour or two. Levi didn’t want to piss off Lucifer anymore than he already was, so begrudgingly he went to your room to get you. 

Normally, Levi would knock before entering your bedroom, but he was too busy muttering about Lucifer and his anime to remember to knock. It wasn’t like you needed him to anyway. You always welcomed him in quickly and with open arms. 

One time won’t hurt, right?

However, when he steps inside and shuts the door, he’s frozen solid. 

Gulping, Levi watches as you hump his missing pillow. Your back is to him, and he notes you’re naked except for the orange ruffle panties he gave you as a gift. He remembers how red his face had gotten when he left the gift on your bed just a few days ago, he didn’t realize you’d known they were from him. 

“Fuck, Levi,” you moan as you grind your cunt into his pillow, ass bouncing as you pick up the pace. You’ve soaked the pillow under you, no doubt making it harder to return but you couldn’t help yourself. Levi had invaded your thoughts until you couldn’t resist but smother yourself in his scent and finally steal something that belonged to him that he probably wouldn’t miss. 

Levi is in awe as he watches you, cock growing hard in his pants as you moan his name again, cupping your tits in your hands and throwing your head back as you soak his pillow with your cum. 

“Levi, are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and take care of me?!!” You ask as you look at him from over your shoulder. 

 “I-I wasn’t staring!” Levi stutters, feeling his face grow warm. “Lucifer said, and then dinner, shopping. Not staring!”

You climb off his pillow slowly, allowing him an eyeful of your ass in the tiny thong. Levi never imagined you’d wear them, much less for him but here you were in all your glory humping his pillow and asking him to fuck you. 

Frozen, Levi just stares as you approach him. Your lips meet his as you strip him down to his boxers in between kisses and moans. 

You have him lie on the bed, his pillow beside him. You straddle his hips, kissing his cheek just to feel the heat of his embarrassment.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” you pout as you place the pillow over his face. 

Levi groans as he smells your arousal. How many times had you cum at the thought of him? How many times have you soaked the fabric with your juices? Levi could die right now and he’d die a happy man, blissfully inhaling your scent. 

“Don’t be greedy,” you giggle as you move the pillow under his head, your tits brushing his face as you place it under him. 

“There,” you grin as you take his shaky hands in yours and place them on your tits. “Want to feel some more?”

“Y-yes,” Levi clears his throat. If this is a dream, he never wishes to wake up. He would gladly stay underneath you forever if it meant you’d be touching him like so.

“What do you think of the panties? I wasn’t sure if orange was my color but they look so good on me, don’t you think?” You ask as you place Levi’s hands on your ass and you swear he almost cums in his pants. 

“They look go-good,” he blushes as you guide his hands to the ruffles. 

“You have good taste, baby,” you state as you easily slip the panties off you. Levi watches as you tug his boxers down just enough to release his leaking cock. He’s too horny to be embarrassed, almost prideful as you lick your lips when you take it in your hand. 

You’d love to tease him, make him beg, make him suffer but you’re too turned on to think straight. Your mouth wraps around him, engulfing his length greedily as his eyes flutter shut and your name forms on his lips. His hand grips your hair, guiding your movements as you meet his pelvis and he hits the back of your throat. You swallow and his thighs clench as he almost sees the Celestial Realm with how high you take him. 

Levi is near tears now and you pop off his thick cock long enough to get on your knees and reach for your panties. 

“Open your mouth for me, Levi.” You instruct and he does so obediently. 

You stuff your soaked panties into his mouth as you stroke his dick. Levi’s cries of pleasure are muffled as you take him back into your mouth. One of your hands is between your thighs, fingers fucking your soaked cunt while you continue to bob up and down Levi’s cock. 

His groans and moans grow rapidly, his body trembling from pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat moments before he’s cumming down it. 

Levi feels hot tears roll down his cheeks as his hips continue to thrust into your poor throat. You swallow hungrily, a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks until you pull off him, cum and spit coating your pretty lips. 

Levi catches his breath before he sits up and spits out your panties. His hand grabs the back of your head before he slams his lips on yours. His tongue meets yours in a hungry, messy, cum-filled kiss.

Satan

Rain pelted the windows of the Devildom late at night. Satan had spent all day in the library looking for a particular book with no luck. 

He had fallen asleep and woken in a puddle of drool before he gave up and decided to head to his bedroom after a shower and a brush of his teeth. 

Now, he lay in bed with a thick book on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He had walked through the quiet halls of the House of Lamentation and figured everyone was in bed. What he hadn’t counted on was you showing up in his bedroom with a poof and a sparkle of magic. 

“Kitten?” Satan sets his book on the nightstand beside his bed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I was with Solomon learning a new spell and got locked out of HOL. You didn’t answer my texts,” you frown as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse. 

Satan looks at his D.D.D. and realizes he never turned it back on after Mammon was spamming him with messages asking for money. 

“Sorry, Kitten. Mammon was begging for money again,” Satan apologizes as he looks at you. He notes the collar on your throat, the tiny bell jingling when you take your bra off to toss on the floor. 

You step out of your high-heels and shimmy out of your skirt leaving you in just your thick thigh-high socks and strappy green panties.

“You wore these for Solomon?” Satan growls as he lifts one of the straps with his fingertip.

“Of course not, Satan. I wore them for you,” you huff, as you crawl into his lap, legs on either side of his hips. 

“Wearing them under such a short skirt says otherwise, Kitten. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Satan asks lowly as his hands grip your bare ass, the pathetic green straps do nothing to conceal you. 

“Maybe,” you tease with a sly grin as you press your breasts to his bare chest. Your fingers twirl his blonde hair as you lean in to kiss his lips. 

“You play a dangerous game, love,” Satan sighs as his fingers grip the tiny bell on your collar, another one of his gifts. 

“Only because it turns me on,” you admit with a smug smile as Satan tugs your collar and your eyes darken as you meet his wrathful gaze. 

“Watch yourself, Kitten. You’re not the only one with claws,” he remarks as you lick your lips before he kisses you passionately. His hands cup your face before moving to your hips. He groans when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tugging slightly before releasing it. 

Satan smirks as he quickly moves you over his lap, your ass in the air as he spreads your legs further. When his palm smacks your cheek, you gasp before moaning. He smacks the other cheek and you bite your lip to keep from moaning his name for everyone to hear. 

“Count for me,” he commands as he spanks you a third time and then a fourth. You keep count, thighs soaking wet from your arousal as he finishes with number fifteen. 

His hands soothe the ache, gentle words leaving his lips with praises of how good you are for him. 

“Such a sweet kitten when you want to be, huh? Can’t listen the first time, always have to push the boundaries,” Satan coos as his fingers dip into your wet cunt. 

“Satan!” You moan wanton as his fingers curl inside you. He hushes you, his free hand pressing his fingers to your mouth. You take them in greedily, sucking and slurping on his digits with both holes. 

“That’s it, love. Be a good kitty for me,” Satan smiles as you tighten around him, his fingers soaked to the knuckles as his thumb finds your clit. 

You’re nearly there, your moans announce it as you squirm on his lap. He fucks your mouth and your cunt with his fingers, giving you hell at both ends before your muffled screams fill the air. 

His praises fall on deaf ears as you cum, nearly sobbing when he slaps your cunt twice and has you suck his cum soaked fingers clean. 

“Hands and knees, love,” Satan demands as you struggle to get on your shaky legs. Your body thrums with arousal, hot and aching for more as you arch your back. Satan tugs you toward him by your hips.

“Fuck, Satan,” you curse into the sheets as he stuffs you full of his cock. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you toward him, the fat head of his cock reaching your cervix. Your eyes roll back as you take the pounding, greedily asking for more when his hand smacks your jiggling ass. 

“These panties sure have come in useful tonight,” he muses to himself as he watches your hungry cunt take his cock like the good whore you are. For a moment his thoughts run loose, imagining what it would be like to breed you, to see your breasts round and full of milk for his spawn. Everyone would know you were his and only his. Everyone would envy him. Everyone would seethe knowing you were with child.

“Satan!” You scream as pleasure overwhelms you, pussy clenching around his cock, creaming it as you milk him for all he’s worth. 

“Fuck, Kitten,” he scowls, looking up at his ceiling and ignoring the thumping of his headboard against the wall. Perhaps the two of you have woken everyone in the house but he doesn’t dare stop, especially when you start begging him to cum deep inside, stuff you full of his cum. 

Satan aims to please as he does just that. 

Perhaps his dreams will come true.

Asmo

Asmo sat on his bed painting his nails live on Fab Snap. 

“Isn’t this color just fabulous? It’s one of my favorites!” Asmo gushes as he paints another nail, blowing on it as comments fly by on the screen. He giggles as he shows his finished hand to the camera, thanking everyone for the compliments before moving to his other hand. 

Asmo has been live for almost two hours. The moment you’re out of the bath, he’ll say his goodbyes and end the stream. He’s been dying to get you alone all week but unfortunately, his bank account needed some money.

Five minutes later, you stand in a fluffy pink robe with a pair of pink heels and the cute panties Asmo gifted you. 

Asmo pats the bed. You cross the room to him, gently kicking off your heels as you lie back on his bed. 

“Let’s get you out of this,” he smiles cheerily as he untied your robe and helped you out of it. He pushes it to the other end of the bed after taking the silk ribbon used to tie the robe. 

Carefully, Asmo places your wrists over your head and wraps the silk ribbon around each wrist before tying them together. 

“Well, don’t you look ravishing,” Asmo grins brightly as he admires your beautiful body. You look away, feeling your cheeks grow hot as he continues to compliment you until you meet his gaze again. 

Asmo takes his time with you, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, and sternum. He’s generous with his kisses, covering the expanse of your chest with his lips just to listen to your soft moans. 

When his lips wrap around your nipple, you gasp, turning to putty beneath him as he settles between your legs. His fingers trace the strappy pattern of your panties. Fingers gently go over the tiny pink roses just to watch your legs twitch. 

“So sensitive,” he giggles as he takes your nipple into his mouth and gently nips it. He takes his time licking and sucking each breast until they’re glossy with his spit and lip gloss. 

“Asmo!” You moan his name as he kisses his way down your body further, his teeth sinking into your hip, leaving his mark behind. 

“Let me take care of you, hun. I knew you’d look so pretty in these,” Asmo bites his bottom lip as his eyes admire every pretty strap on your hips. His finger lightly traces the design until he’s pressing his fingertip to your clit. 

You gasp, surprised, and move your wrists upward. 

“Uh-uh, my love. I’m not done with you yet,” Asmo giggles as he flips you onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air as you steady yourself on your knees. 

His hands slowly rub your back before gripping your ass. Your hands are bound in front of you, keeping you from reaching back to touch him. You want to feel him pressed against you, have him encompass every fiber of your being. You don’t have to think when you’re around Asmo, happy to be his dress-up doll, his toy for his pleasure; whatever it may be. 

Asmo’s fingers brush the ruffles as his lips kiss your spine.

“So beautiful, my love,” he whispers as he kisses his way lower, his fingers moving your soaked panties aside. You moan softly, pushing your ass toward him as he chuckles. 

“So eager,” Asmo coos as his finger circles your hole. “So needy.”

You nod, tugging on your restraints before a soft buzz fills your ears and you perk up. Asmo giggles at your reaction as you arch your back further and his tongue meets your pussy. He teases you at first, sucking on your clit and wetting his lips with your essence. Once he’s had his fill, you feel a soft vibration on your clit from the pink bullet vibrator in his hand. 

“Fuck, Asmo!” You try to fuck yourself on him but he holds you with his free hand. 

“Behave, doll. Or we’ll have to stop playing,” he warns as he moves his hand to spread your ass for him. You feel heat rush to your face as he spits on your hole and his tongue traces it after. 

Your thighs tremble as the vibrations quicken, soaking your panties and your thighs. Pleasure courses through your body, his name heavy on your tongue as you fall head first into utter bliss. 

Asmo watches you come undone, a proud smile on his lips as he speeds the vibrator up, matching his movements with his tongue just to watch you spasm. 

When you fall face-first into his bed, he removes the toy and kisses your lower back. 

“Ready to play again?” He asks with a smirk as you lie boneless on his sheets, nodding meekly. 

Beel 

Hunger always struck at the most inopportune times for Beel. 

He spent hours at the gym lifting weights and trying to keep his mind off his hunger. He even took a scalding hot shower to make himself focus on anything other than the pangs of hunger in his stomach but not even the steaming bathroom could help him.

By the time he had arrived at HOL, it was silent. Everyone had gone to bed, and the only light on was the one in the kitchen where he stood. 

“Hey, Beel,” your voice startled him as he looked up from the fridge. He was about to make himself a sandwich when you walked in. 

“Hey,” he greets you, eyeing your skirt and thigh-high socks. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I just got home. Solomon wanted me to learn a new spell and then he tried to make me dinner.” 

Beel grimaces with you. “Want me to make you something instead?”

You nod as you head for the cabinets to get your secret stash of chocolate chip and pecan cookies from the Human World. 

You grab your stepladder, climbing to the top step while Beel watches in amusement. You could have just asked him for help but instead, you reach upward, your skirt rising as you lean forward to grab your secret cookie jar. 

Beel notices the red panties you’re wearing, and his hunger turns into lust. 

They’re the pair he gifted you just this morning. A lacy pair with an open crotch. His mouth waters at the sight of your cunt on display as you grab the jar of cookies and begin to climb down from the stepladder. 

The moment the ceramic jar is on the counter, Beel is on you. 

His large arms wrap around your waist as his broad chest presses to your back. His lips kiss your neck, pulling your shirt off to the side to expose your shoulder. 

“You have no idea how delicious you look, Cupcake. I want to eat you whole,” he whispers as he presses his erection to the swell of your ass. 

“Beel,” you curse as he grinds on you for a moment before his hands rip your shirt clear down the middle. The scraps fall to the floor uselessly and his shirt joins soon after. 

“Come here,” he demands as he climbs onto the kitchen island and lies down before he helps you on top of him. “Uh-uh, the other way, Cupcake.”

Your cheeks are aflame when he positions you so that your ass sits on his face, your wet cunt dripping into his mouth as he tugs your skirt out of the way, tearing it off you when he gets desperate enough to taste you. 

Beel’s large hands grip your thighs as he licks up your slit, savoring every drop of your arousal. His cock is thick and heavy in his gym shorts and your thighs tremble when you lean forward to palm it.

Beel hums in approval, making a fresh wave of arousal soak his pretty lips. 

“Beel!” You moan as you grind on his face, smothering him and his sounds of pleasure. You want him. You need to have him in every way possible and his cock throbs in your hand as you tug his shorts down, unsurprised he’s gone commando. 

You nearly drool at the sight of his hard cock as you mouth at it, licking the head before you tongue the slit. He’s a mouthful, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as you take him a little further but just the head of his cock is enough to choke you. 

You pull off him with a gasp, inhaling as much air as possible as tears stream down your cheeks. Beel chuckles as he continues to slurp up your wet juices, pussy so warm and creamy, and delicious. He’d eat you every hour of every day if you’d let him. You’re the only one who could dim his rabid hunger for a while. 

Beel adores you. He can never have his fill and you’re always needy for him. Your hunger for him rivals his hunger for food, and it’s always so pleasurable to satisfy you. 

You squirm on his face and he holds you still. Messy slurping sounds fill the kitchen as he sucks, licks, and teases your cunt. He could ruin you for everyone if he chose to, could make it so nobody else could satisfy the ever-building need to be stuffed and fucked full at all times. 

Beel would be content just eating you out until you couldn’t take anymore. Until his tongue grew tired and your pussy couldn’t cream anymore. He’d feast on you, body and soul and you’d surrender to him willingly just to feel the pleasure that his talented tongue provided. 

You take his cock back into your mouth, saliva coating his length as you take more of him and you inhale through your nose as you push further. Spit soaks Beel’s pelvis, dripping to his balls as you release him, coughing as you try to catch your breath before wrapping your hand around him to jerk him off while taking his balls in your mouth to suck those instead. 

Beel rewards you with two fingers in your cunt. You clench around him as he sucks your clit and your hips rock back and forth on his face. He loves to see you dripping, soaking every bit of his face as your sweet moans go straight to his cock. 

The lace of your panties is ruined. There’s no saving them but Beel doesn’t care. He tears them easily and slides his tongue into your hole, fucking you on it as you squeeze his head and choke out his name. 

You cum hard. Beel moans your name as he’s rewarded for his efforts. He guzzles down every last bit. The noises he makes are obscene as he savors your taste on his tongue until you’re utterly spent. 

“Really?” Belphie’s voice startles the both of you. “We eat off of there.”

You cover your face in embarrassment as Belphie walks out of the kitchen without another word but Beel doesn’t seem fazed. 

With trembling legs, you climb off of Beel. “Let’s continue this in my room.”

You pick up his shirt and put it on before heading to the fridge for a bottle of whipped cream and a container of strawberries. 

Beel’s mouth waters as he grabs the cookie jar and your torn clothing. He hopes nobody will notice the mess on the kitchen island in the morning. Beel will be too tired from tonight to wake up early to clean it. 

Hopefully, Belphie will take care of it. 

Belphie

It was no surprise that Belphie could fall asleep just about anywhere. 

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the hall, in front of his bedroom door, or outside Asmo’s bedroom with a full face of makeup as a reward for his carelessness. 

Tonight, Belphie had snuck away into his attic. He had paid Mammon to take his turn making dinner so he could sleep all evening. He’d spent the day catching up on chores and laundry. He was too exhausted to complete another laborious task. 

You were relieved when you finally found Belphie that night. You had snuck upstairs in your pajamas just to climb into bed with him. He was warmer than usual, so you stripped down to your panties and snuggled under the covers beside him and his pillow. 

“Hmm,” he grumbled as he reached out to touch you. “Moon? What are you doing here?”

“I missed you at dinner. I was looking for you all day,” you whisper as he drapes his arm over your waist. He presses his nose to your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin before his fingers move down to grab your hip. 

Sleepily, Belphie opens his eyes to see what you’re wearing. He had assumed you were naked like he was while he slept, so when his fingers brushed a silky bow, he was puzzled.

“What’s this?” He asked as he swallowed a yawn. He looks down to see the purple panties he gifted you over the weekend. 

“Like them? I wanted to show them to you all day but you’re a hard demon to find,” you pout as you feel him play with the silk bow. His lips find your shoulder, kissing it. 

“I am hard,” he chuckles as he nips your shoulder. His hand moves upward, cupping your breast.

He lifts your leg and places it over his. He slides his cock over your wet folds, moaning at how hot and soaked you are. 

“Easy access,” he smirks as you turn your head to kiss him, tongues lacing together as he lines his dick at your entrance and pushes in. 

“Fuck,” your eyes roll back as you take him. The familiar ache is a little painful but pleasurable. Belphie stretches you with his cock, making you take every delicious inch as stars explode behind your eyes. 

“That’s it, Little Moon. Take my cock like the good whore you are,” he praises as he kisses your bare shoulder and then moves to suck his mark on your skin. 

You moan, grinding your ass on him as best you can as he devours your body with his. You take each thrust with a sob of pleasure as you tighten around him, screaming his name when he rubs your clit just how you like it. 

“Such a little slut,” Belphie coos. “I bet you paraded around the whole of the Devildom in a tiny skirt wearing these panties while you searched for me. Tell me, love, did you prance around for the House of Lamentation? For the lower demons around town? Or perhaps you decided a visit to the Demon Lord’s Castle was necessary?”

“Fuck, Belphie! I-I didn’t-” 

Belphie hushes your protests with his lips. A toe-curling kiss that shushes you as he grabs your hips and positions you on your hands and knees. Your face is buried in the pillows, your hands held behind your back as Belphie watches you fuck yourself on his cock, creaming all over him. 

“I heard Diavolo was having Simeon and Solomon over for dinner tonight. Did you join them? Perhaps they had you instead?” Belphie chuckles as he smacks your ass and watches as you cum all over his cock. 

Belphie grins, he pushes you onto your side, your back to his chest as your rapid heartbeats settle again. He’s known for his small bouts of energy but soon lethargy settles into him again. 

He’s slow with his thrusts and kisses. Slow when he pushes his cock as far as it’ll go just to hear his name roll off your tongue. He’s quiet when he cums, rope after rope filling you as you fuck yourself on him. Another orgasm rocks through you, your soft whimpers lulling Belphie back to sleep with his hard cock still nestled inside your warm cunt.

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[u6is]

"santa baby..."

summary: Kylian, your charming and wealthy boyfriend, makes this Christmas extra special by spoiling you with extravagant surprises each day for the twelve days leading up to the holiday.

—kylian mbappé x reader: fluff/smut

first day

The winter morning light filtered through the window, its warmth soft against the cool air, casting a gentle golden glow across the bedroom ceiling. You stirred in the warm embrace of the plush duvet, feeling the comforting warmth of Kylian's body beside you. A gentle kiss grazed your cheek as he slowly pulled away, his eyes opening to reveal a sparkling smile that never failed to brighten your day.

He climbed out of bed, his muscles rippling beneath the thin cotton of his shirt as he stretched. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower running filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of minty toothpaste and the rustle of him getting dressed.

He steps out of the shower, droplets still clinging to his skin, with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. You’re stretched out on the bed, watching as he climbs in beside you, his presence commanding yet comforting. He leans over you, his lips finding yours in a lingering kiss that speaks of both passion and regret. Training calls, and another day apart looms ahead.

“Open the box I left for you,” he says softly, nodding toward the corner where a carefully wrapped package waits, filled with his thoughtfulness.

Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss that pleads with him to stay. “Can’t you stay just a little longer?” you whisper, your eyes searching his for hope. He lets out a quiet laugh, his forehead resting against yours. “As much as I’d love to lose myself in you right now, I can’t, chéri,” he murmurs, his gaze locking onto yours, full of longing.

With a sigh, you release him and watch as he walks over to the corner of the room. He picks up the elegantly wrapped box and places it gently in your outstretched hands. The weight of it suggests something substantial, something that has been carefully chosen.

As he dresses, leaving you alone with the intriguing package, curiosity takes over. You carefully untie the ribbon, peeling back the wrapping to reveal the gift within.

Your breath catches as you lift it, a Hermès Birkin bag in stunning pink crocodile leather.

Holding it delicately with both hands, your excitement spills over. Letting out a delighted squeal, you leap from the bed and race toward him, your joy impossible to contain.

Kylian's eyes widen in surprise as he catches you around the waist, his arms instinctively supporting your weight as you wrap your legs around him. He laughs, the sound rich and warm, as he holds you. The feel of your skin, only covered by your bra, against the roughness of his shirt sends a thrill through him. His arms tighten around you, the bag still hanging between you both.

"I thought you were upset because I'll be gone for training again," he teases, his breath warm against your cheek. You roll your eyes playfully, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his skin and the bag's luxurious leather mingling in a heady mix that makes your heart race.

"How could I be upset when you give me such amazing surprise?" you reply, your voice muffled by his shirt. He chuckles, his fingers tracing patterns on your back as you cling to him.

With a final wink, Kylian walks out the door, leaving you surrounded by the calm and lavish surroundings of his home. The room seems to echo with his absence.

His thoughtfulness and generosity have become a hallmark of your relationship.

Little did you know, he had something special planned for you over the next eleven days.

second day

The evening unfolds in a whirlwind of laughter and conversation, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany tables and gleaming silverware.

He invited you to dinner with his teammates at an exclusive restaurant that's known for its celebrity clientele and exquisite cuisine.

The air in the restaurant is alive with the tantalizing aromas of gourmet dishes wafting from the kitchen, and the clink of champagne flutes fills the room.

Kylian’s gaze remains fixed on you as his teammates share stories and laughter from their training sessions. Kylian laughs and jokes with his teammates, but the light touch of his fingers on your thigh beneath the table and the gentle caress on your back leave you feeling dizzy.

After spending time with his teammates, you found yourself back in the peaceful comfort of Kylian's home that evening.

He presses a deep kiss to your lips, his hands tenderly holding your face. As you pull back with a soft laugh, you notice your lipstick has smudged onto his cheek and the edges of his mouth. Your laughter draws a warm smile from him, and he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, wanting a clearer view of your face.

His eyes remain locked on yours, unwavering and unrelenting. As your fingers intertwine, leading him toward his room, the weight of his gaze anchors you, making you feel as though the entire world has faded, leaving just the two of you in its place.

His fingertips dance across your skin, setting it alight with a trail of fire. Your breath catches as he gently removes your dress, revealing the delicate lace of your lingerie beneath.

The warmth of his touch sends shivers down your spine, and you lean into him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands trace the contours of your body, exploring every curve and line, as if committing them to memory.

His touch is gentle yet firm, his lips follow the path his hands have traced, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that make you squirm with desire. He takes his time, savoring every inch of your skin.

Kylian’s mouth reaches the juncture of your thighs. "I could live in you," he murmured, his voice trembling.

"taste you..." He kisses your inner thighs,

"breathe you," his breath warm against your sensitive skin. You feel the fabric of your lingerie dampen with your arousal, your body begging for more.

He pulls the lace aside and kisses the soft mound above your sex. Your knees threaten to buckle, but his firm hands hold you steady.

"and still, I’d ache for more." His tongue traces the outline of your folds, and you gasp as he tastes you, his movements slow and deliberate. He looks up, his eyes dark with desire, and you can see the thrill in his expression as he brings you closer to the edge.

You're lost in the sensation, as he teases your clit with feather-light touches. You moan his name, the sound echoing off the walls of his opulent bedroom. He responds by sliding a finger inside you, filling you with a sense of fullness that makes your eyes roll back in your head.

Kylian's other hand travels up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak. You arch your back, silently begging for more, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He chuckles darkly against your skin, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

His tongue delves into your wetness, lapping at your juices like a man who's been parched for days. His movements become more insistent, the rhythm of his strokes matching the erratic beat of your heart. You're panting now, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he devours you.

Kylian's eyes never leave yours, watching the play of pleasure on your face as he explores the depths of your desire. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, a silent conversation passing between you as he brings you closer to climax. His hands wander up to your hips, his grip tightening as he feels your body tense in anticipation.

His tongue swirls around your clit, building a crescendo of pleasure that makes you whimper. You're on the edge now, your legs trembling, your grip on his shoulders tightening. The sound of his mouth on your wet flesh fills the room, a symphony of lust that crescendos with each pulse of your heart.

Kylian's eyes are glued to yours, his pupils dilated with desire as he watches the effect he's having on you. The sight of his powerful body on his knees before you, his face buried between your thighs, is enough to push you over the edge. You feel yourself starting to come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

You taste like something he was never meant to have, so sweet it hurts.

Kylian gradually leans over you, his presence towering above.

The evidence of your pleasure still lingering on his lips. Your breaths still coming in pants as you kiss him deeply, tasting yourself in his mouth.

"I have something for you, mon chéri," he says, quickly grabbing the nearest soft throw blanket to drape over your body.

He steps away for a moment, then returns holding a small box containing a watch.

A smile spread across your face as you saw the box’s contents.

Patek Philippe Twenty‐4 Rose Gold Watch.

As you thank him, still floating on the waves of pleasure, the room echoed with the gentle melody of giggles and the tender symphony of your kisses.

If the world ended tomorrow, He'd be content with nothing but this. You’re a place, a feeling—a sweetness he could build a life inside of.

third day

On the third day, you stood in front of the mirror, the Van Cleef & Arpels Alhambra necklace with pink sapphires resting delicately around your neck. You glanced at him through the reflection, your fingers gently tracing the necklace.

"What's all this about?" you asked, a playful smile curling on your lips. Curiosity sparked within you, as this was the third gift he'd given you. You couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were, especially after the surprises he'd already given.

He stood behind you, arms crossed, his posture tall and confident. "You've been an angel all year. You deserve it," he said proudly.

"Who are you, Santa Claus?" you teased, still admiring the beautiful gift.

fourth day

"Can you come out for a second? Pick up a delivery," Kylian's text buzzed your phone.

Curious, you stepped outside, only to be greeted by a powder-pink Rolls-Royce Dawn convertible parked in the driveway. Your jaw dropped. A delivery man approached, holding a clipboard.

"Are you the name on this?" he asked. You nodded, still blinking at the luxury car like it was some kind of mirage. After signing the papers, the man waved and left with a cheerful, "Enjoy!"

Stunned, you stood there, hands on your hips, the car keys dangling from your fingers. Dialing Kylian, you didn’t even wait for him to finish his "Hey, baby. What's up?" before blurting out, "You know me and you can't even drive, right?"

His laugh came loud and unapologetic. "I know, but look at it! It’s cute, and it suits you."

You squinted at the phone. Was he joking or being serious? "Kylian, please. Can we just stick to brands and jewelry? A Rolls-Royce? Really?"

"Whatever you want, baby," he replied, way too casually, like he had an endless vault of money just waiting to be spent.

You sighed, heading back into his house, tossing the car keys onto the table. "You do know I'm your girlfriend, not your sugar baby, right?" you called out.

"Just think of it as a Christmas gift," he said softly, his voice warm despite the hurried tone. "I have to get back to training, I'll see you back home."

Left alone, you walked to the window, gazing at the sparkling car in your driveway. Shaking your head with a wry smile, you muttered, "Well, at least it’s pink," and shrugged.

fifth and sixth day

He kept his promise of treating you to the finest brands. On the fifth day, it was breathtaking diamond Graff earrings shaped like butterflies, and on the sixth, a classic Chanel tweed suit in the softest baby pink.

Admiring the growing collection of luxurious gifts, you couldn’t help but shift your thoughts to him. His birthday was just around the corner, on the 20th of December, and while he was busy spoiling you, your mind raced to figure out the perfect gift for him. Spoiled or not, you wanted to make it just as special.

seventh day (December 20)

December 20th finally arrives, and with it, the promise of a celebration that will be as unforgettable as the man whose birthday it is. Kylian's family and closest friends have all gathered at an upscale mountain lodge with a roaring fireplace, stunning views, and private chefs to craft holiday and birthday feasts.

Snow crunches underfoot as Kylian takes your hand, leading you through the frost-kissed grounds to the warm embrace of the lodge. Inside, the crackling fireplace and the murmur of happy voices create a cozy atmosphere that envelops you both.

His family greets you with welcoming smiles, their eyes alight with affection. His friends, a mix of teammates and childhood companions, exchange knowing glances and winks, well aware of the special bond Kylian shares with you.

The lodge is a winter wonderland, adorned with twinkling lights and festive garlands that drape from the ceiling beams. The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the aroma of the decadent meals being prepared. You’re led to a beautifully set table, where a stunning bouquet of roses in your favorite shade of deep blue awaits.

Kylian’s mother, a sophisticated woman with a warm smile, pulls you into a gentle embrace. "C'est un plaisir de te revoir."

You smile back, your cheeks flushing with the warmth of her words.

"It’s lovely to see you too, madame," you replied with a polite smile before turning to his father, who approached with a kind smile. He opened his arms for a hug, one that carried respect and sincerity.

The dinner that followed was a masterpiece of culinary artistry, each dish more exquisite than the last. You found yourself seated between Kylian and his mother, each bite of food seemed to melt in your mouth, the flavors a symphony that complemented the joyful atmosphere.

After the meal, everyone gathered in the living room, where a towering Christmas tree dominated the space, its branches laden with ornaments that gleamed in the soft glow of the candles.

The room fell into a comfortable hush as Kylian settled into a chair, his niece and nephew nestled by his side. Your heart brimmed with warmth as you watched him begin to unwrap the thoughtfully chosen gifts, each movement laced with a quiet anticipation that made the moment feel even more special.

After debating over what to gift him: something he couldn’t just buy for himself.

You ended up picking something he could probably afford in every colour. Still, the thought of matching watches felt special. Since he’d gifted you a Patek Philippe Rose Gold watch, you decided to return the gesture with the same brand, choosing the Sky Moon Tourbillon. Its design, blending the warm glow of rose gold with intricate Grand Feu brown enamel, felt like the perfect complement to yours.

It wasn’t just about the watch, it was about the thought of having something shared, something uniquely "yours and his."

As the last gift was unwrapped and the room was scattered with glossy paper and ribbons, Kylian stood, his hand gently finding yours.

"Merci à tous," he said, his eyes sweeping warmly over everyone present.

He bent down to kiss his niece and nephew goodnight, promising to see them again tomorrow. His mother embraced him, planting a tender kiss on his cheek as she wished him a heartfelt happy birthday one last time.

Now, only his closest friends and you remained by the fireplace, the room dimly lit by the warm glow of the flames. Glasses of cognac in hand, you all shared quiet laughs and lighthearted jokes, the hypnotic flicker of the fire casting a cozy ambiance over the evening.

"Happy birthday, love," you whispered softly by his side, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of your lips.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his hands wrapping around yours, holding them securely.

"Just a little," you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder. Nestled together under a warm blanket by the fireplace, surrounded by his closest friends, you wished you could freeze this moment, cherishing the quiet intimacy of it all.

"I want to give you something upstairs before we call it a night," he said, finishing the last sip of cognac from his glass.

"But it’s your day—you shouldn’t be giving me a gift on your birthday," you replied softly, your tone calm and sincere.

"Who said it’s a gift?" he replied with a sly smirk, his tone teasing, as if he had something planned that sent a warm flush through your body.

The night grew quiet as his friends began to bid their goodnights, retreating to their cozy rooms.

As Kylian closed the door to the suite that was yours for the night, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The opulence of the room was nothing compared to the promise of the time you'd spend with him.

The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamps, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. You looked around at the luxurious surroundings—the large, king-sized bed piled high with pillows and a fur throw, the floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the snow-covered mountains.

Kylian's hand squeezes yours, pulling you closer to him. His eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the air. You nodded, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted him, how much you needed this moment of connection after the whirlwind of the day.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as his lips found yours. The kiss was slow and tender, It was as if he were savoring every second, every touch, as if he knew that this night could change everything.

"Wait," you told him, gently pushing him away. His eyes searched yours, questioning and hopeful. You took a deep breath, your heart hammering in your chest as you reached for his hand.

"Could I...?" you began, feeling a blush creep up your neck. Kylian's gaze grew curious as you tugged him towards the bed, the plush mattress inviting you both into its embrace.

"Could you what, mon coeur?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

"Could I... go down on you?" you whispered, your cheeks flaming with a mix of excitement and shyness. Kylian's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. He nodded slowly, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You took a moment to admire the perfection of his body as he sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt now open, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. You knelt before him, your eyes meeting his as you reached for the button of his trousers. With trembling fingers, you unzipped his pants, revealing the hard length of his erection straining against his boxer briefs.

He watched you, his eyes dark and hungry, as you slid the fabric down and took him in your hands. His girth and heat filled your palms, and you felt a thrill of power knowing you could bring him so much pleasure. You leaned in, your hair brushing against his thighs as you kissed the tip of his cock. Kylian's breath hitched, his hands finding your hair as he gently guided you closer.

You took him into your mouth, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the steel-like hardness beneath. His taste filled your senses, musky and male, and you moaned around him. Kylian’s hips bucked slightly, a silent demand for more. You eagerly obliged, taking more of him, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

His hands tightened in your hair, guiding you in a rhythm that had him panting and whispering your name. The sound of his pleasure spurred you on, and you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him throb in response. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. You were lost in the power of giving him pleasure, of seeing the usually unflappable man lose control under your ministrations.

As you took him deeper, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense, his grip on your hair tightening. His breathing grew ragged, and he began to murmur, the words a mix of praise and pleas for more. You felt a rush of pride and arousal at his reaction, your own desire building as you pleasured him.

You took him out of your mouth and kissed along the shaft, feeling the pulse of his blood beneath the velvet skin. Kylian’s eyes never left yours, his gaze a blend of love and lust that made you feel cherished and desired. You took him back into your mouth, moving faster, feeling him swell with each stroke of your tongue.

His hands moved from your hair to your face, guiding it down until your nose was nestled against the base of his cock. You breathed in his scent, a heady arousal, and took his balls in your mouth, rolling them around with your tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking in response.

You sucked gently on one, then the other, feeling them tighten in your mouth. Kylian's grip on your hair grew more insistent, urging you to keep going. You took him in again, deeper this time, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but he didn't stop, his hips pushing you further down.

The salty taste of him filled your mouth, and you felt a thrill of excitement run through you. You were doing this, making this powerful, confident man lose control. His moans grew louder, his breathing more ragged. You could feel him getting closer, his entire body tensing as you worked your magic.

With a final, desperate thrust, Kylian came, his warmth flooding your mouth. You swallowed, savoring the taste of him, feeling his entire body shudder with the force of his release. He gently pulled you up, his eyes glazed with passion, and kissed you deeply. The taste of himself on your lips only added to the eroticism of the moment.

"Can you promise me to stay quiet?" he asked, his tone firm and commanding.

You nodded silently, the mere thought of him fucking you so intensely left your mind spinning, unable to focus on anything else.

Kylian stood up from the bed, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with your saliva. He stepped out of his trousers, now lying in a pool at his ankles, and removed his boxer briefs, leaving him naked before you. You couldn’t help but admire the perfection of his form, his muscles rippling in the soft lamplight.

He approached you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hunger in them, the desire that matched your own. He gently pushed you back onto the bed, as he started to undo the buttons of your jeans your hands moved to pull up your shirt, anticipation clouding your thoughts. His hands guide you to spread your legs. You complied eagerly, the anticipation building to a fever pitch.

With a deft touch, Kylian reached between your thighs and pulled your lace panties out. They were damp with your need, a testament to the effect he had on you. He held up your panties, and a wicked smile curled his lips. Before you could protest, he bent down and kissed you deeply, the taste of his release still in your mouth. His hand moved to the side of your face, and you felt the soft fabric of your panties being pushed into your mouth. The fabric tasting faintly of your arousal.

"I can't trust just a nod," he murmured, his voice low as he gently stroked your hair. "The moment I'm inside you, you lose all sense of reason. It’s like your mind can only focus on my cock."

It became familiar, almost cherished as if the depth of his impact on you was a constant reminder of the hold he had.

You felt a thrill of excitement at his words, the bluntness of his language surprisingly erotic. You nodded again, more firmly this time, the fabric of your panties pressing against your teeth. Kylian chuckled a dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over yours, the weight of his desire pressing down on you. He kissed your nose, the fabric of your panties muffling any sounds you might make. His hand moved between your legs, his fingers sliding through your slick folds, teasing your clit before plunging into your heat.

You moaned around the makeshift gag, the sensation of his fingers inside you while being unable to make a sound adding to the intensity. Kylian took his time, watching the play of emotions across your face as he brought you closer to the edge. Your eyes pleaded with him, your body writhing under his touch.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Kylian positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against your wetness. He paused, savouring the moment, before sliding into you with one smooth, powerful thrust.

The fabric of your panties muffled your gasp of pleasure, the sensation of being filled so completely stealing your breath. Kylian's eyes never left yours, his expression a mix of hunger and satisfaction. He began to move, his strokes long and slow, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

The bed creaked softly beneath you, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. You bit down on the fabric, your hands gripping the sheets as Kylian claimed you, his hips moving with a rhythm that had you panting and squirming. His hands roamed over your body, teasing and pinching your sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

When your muffled moans grew more urgent, he reached down, his thumb circling your clit as he continued to fuck you with an intensity that stole your breath away.

But just as the orgasm began to crest, Kylian pulled away, his cock sliding out of you with an agonizing slowness that had you biting down hard on the fabric. Your eyes widened in surprise and need, a whine escaping around the gag.

"You're getting a little loud," he teased with a smirk, clearly enjoying the chance to fluster you.

"We don’t want anyone overhearing, do we?" his tone laced with playful mischief.

With a firm but gentle tug, Kylian maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, your breath hitching in anticipation. The coolness of the sheets contrasted sharply with the heat of your skin, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the vulnerability of the position.

Kylian took a moment to admire your form, your ass in the air, begging for his attention. He ran his hand over the curve of your back, his touch feather-light and yet commanding. You could feel his eyes on you, drinking in the sight of your submission.

With a gentle push, Kylian settled himself behind you, his cock nudging at your entrance once again. You moaned around the fabric in your mouth, the anticipation unbearable. He took his time, his cock sliding in inch by inch, stretching you to accommodate his size. You felt the fabric of the panties dampen even further with your saliva as you bit down hard to muffle your sounds of pleasure.

The new position allowed him to go deeper, filling you completely. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, making you quiver and moan, the vibrations of your voice muffled by the panties. Kylian's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he set a punishing pace. You felt the heat of his breath on the back of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he held back his own groans.

Kylian pulled back, his cock sliding almost all the way out before plunging back in, making you gasp around your gag. He held still for a moment, his hands firmly on your hips, watching the way your body responded to him. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his own need pulsing in time with your racing heart.

You took advantage of the brief respite, pushing back into him, desperate to feel him fill you up again. His grip tightened, and he chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Impatient, aren't we?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

Withdrawing completely, Kylian slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You yelped, the sting of his palm on your sensitive flesh sending a bolt of pleasure through you. He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Better?"

You nodded, your eyes watering slightly from the sudden pain. Kylian took it as his cue to start moving again, his hips snapping into yours with a ferocity that had your eyes rolling back in your head. Each thrust hit that perfect spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

You felt your orgasm building again, your moans muffled by the panties in your mouth. Kylian's pace grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he chased his own climax. He leaned over you, his hand reaching around to pinch your nipple, sending another shock of sensation through you.

The world narrowed down to just the two of you, the slap of skin on skin, the muffled sounds of your moans. You felt your body tense, the muscles in your stomach coiling tight as the orgasm approached. Kylian's thumb on your clit was unrelenting, pushing you closer and closer.

As the first waves of pleasure crashed over you, Kylian's grip on your hips grew even firmer, his strokes becoming more erratic. He groaned, his own release building, and you felt his cock pulse inside you. The fabric of your panties grew wetter as your juices mingled with your saliva, a silent testament to your shared passion.

Kylian's hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, his own need for release overwhelming. You could feel the tension coil in him, his muscles tightening.

To muffle his sounds, Kylian buried his mouth into your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. The feeling sent shivers down your spine, your moans vibrating through the fabric of your panties. He kissed and bit along your neck,

"I love you."

His lips brushed against your ear, his breath trembling like a prayer on the edge of breaking. The words raw and uneven, as if they’d clawed their way out of his soul. His voice caught, and a sound escaped, half a plea, half a groan, laced with something that felt too vulnerable, too real.

His tongue tracing patterns that had you arching back into him, begging for more.

He whispered again, "I love you." This time, it wasn’t just a confession. It was a surrender.

As he reached his peak, Kylian pulled the gag from your mouth, his palms coming to cover your parted lips instead. You could feel the pressure building in your core, the delicious friction of his cock inside you setting off fireworks in your brain.

"Come for me," he breathed, the words a hot whisper in your ear. The command was all you needed, and with a cry that was muffled by his hand, you shattered around him, your body convulsing with the force of your climax. Kylian's own release followed, his warmth filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh just enough to leave a mark.

The room was quiet, except for the heavy sounds of your breathing. Kylian's hand remained over your mouth, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the coldness of your gasping breaths.

You felt him slowly pull out of you, the loss of his warmth leaving you feeling empty and exposed. He leaned over, his mouth finding yours, kissing you deeply as if trying to consume the last vestiges of your pleasure.

"I love you, too." You needed him to feel it, to know it in every part of him.

eighth day

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, their cheers mingling with your own as he sealed victory for his team with a masterful strike. You couldn’t hold back the exhilaration surging through you.

Clad in the Christian Louboutin So Kate glitter heels he gifted you that very morning, their iconic red soles shimmered brilliantly under the lights as you leapt with joy, your cheers ringing out above the cacophony. Beside you in the VIP section, his father and brother joined in the celebration, their applause harmonizing with your own, a symphony of pride and triumph.

After the match, he joined his family in the stands, a tired but triumphant smile lighting up his face. In his arms, he carried his nephew, Isayah, while you held little Lana, who had grown especially close to you. Lana nestled against you, her tiny fingers playing gently with your hair, a gesture that warmed your heart.

“Congrats, Ky,” you whispered softly at his side, your voice filled with pride.

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his smile lingering as his gaze shifted to you and Lana. Something about the way you cradled his niece sparked a deep adoration within him.

A thought flickered in his mind. Maybe one day, in the future, he could give you a gift as precious as this. But he quickly brushed it aside. Perhaps now wasn’t the right time. Soon, he thought, his heart full of quiet hope.

Shaking the thought away, he turned his attention to Isayah, laughing as he playfully lifted him into the air, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you both like a gentle embrace.

ninth day

You felt the warmth of home, surrounded by the quiet familiarity of your family. Your dad had always harbored a deep, fond admiration for Kylian. Not because he was a celebrated footballer who fought valiantly for his country and club, but because of the man he was: genuine, kind, and humble. Their "man-to-man" conversations often left you feeling a little excluded, retreating to the living room with your mom while they shared moments over coffee on the porch.

As you sat together, your mom joined you with a thoughtful smile. “You know,” she began, sipping her coffee, “I see a lot of your young, spirited dad in Kylian.”

You turned to her, curious. “When your dad was still fighting for your grandfather’s approval,” she continued, her voice laced with nostalgia. “He worked so hard, always striving to be seen. But Kylian? he captured your dad’s respect in an instant.”

“Maybe because he’s his favorite football player,” you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Your mom chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Or maybe it’s because your dad sees the way he loves you. The way he truly wants the best for you.”

Her words lingered in the air, warm and comforting. You leaned your head against her shoulder, sharing a quiet moment as the two of you watched your dad and Kylian laughing together on the porch, their camaraderie easy and genuine. The sight filled your heart with a quiet joy, comfortably nestled between the love of your past and the promise of your future.

Christmas dinner with your family had been a feast of laughter, shared stories, and the tantalizing aroma of roast turkey and sweet potato pie. The candles on the table had flickered with the same warmth reflected in everyone’s eyes. The night had been filled with the kind of easy happiness that made the cold outside seem a distant memory.

As you stood on the porch, bidding farewell to your parents, the evening air wrapped around you like a gentle reminder of home. You kissed your mom's cheek, her eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and a hint of melancholy. “Merry Christmas, sweetie,” she murmured, her grip around your waist tightening briefly. You felt a pang of nostalgia as her perfume, the same one she’d worn for as long as you could remember, filled your senses. It was a scent of home, of warm embraces and whispered bedtime stories.

Turning to your dad, you kissed his stubbled cheek, feeling the warmth of his smile even as he playfully pretended to dodge you. “Merry Christmas, Dad,” you said, your voice filled with affection. His laugh echoed through the room, a sound that had always brought comfort and happiness to your childhood Christmases.

As you pulled back, Kylian approached your mother with a gentle smile, his French accent rolling off his tongue like a soft melody. “Merry Christmas, madame, monsieur,” he said, his arms meeting your mom with genuine warmth. Your dad’s face lit up as he took Kylian’s hand firmly in his own, returning the gesture with a firm pat on the back.

The journey home was quiet, the soft hum of the car filling the stillness. In the backseat, you rested against Kylian’s chest, your head rising and falling gently with the rhythm of his breathing. The air was tinged with the delicate scent of your cologne, Dior Miss Dior Millefiori, the fragrance he adored and the thoughtful gift he’d given you earlier that day.

He pressed a tender kiss to your hair, his arm tightening around you as he drew you closer to his side. The silence between you wasn’t empty; it was a comforting embrace, a shared understanding that needed no words. Outside, the cold weather painted the world in muted tones, but here, in his warmth, everything felt perfectly at ease.

tenth and eleventh day

The Tiffany & Co. diamond heart pendant swayed gently against your neck, its delicate engraving, Love Me, catching the soft light. It was a thoughtful gift he'd surprised you with on the tenth day, during an exclusive shopping spree that felt like a dream.

On the eleventh day, as you stood before the mirror in your bathrobe, the pendant glimmered against your skin, a quiet reminder of him.

You tended to your skincare ritual with the luxurious La Prairie Platinum Rare set that had arrived that morning, his generosity woven into every detail of your day. Behind you, he lounged on the bed, scrolling lazily through his phone, the image of effortless calm.

Once finished, you climbed onto the bed, settling yourself atop him, your thighs resting gently on either side of his waist. He set his phone aside without hesitation, his hands instinctively finding your waist before sliding down to your thighs, where they lingered, steady and warm.

With a playful smile, you began applying a mask to his face, your touch soft and deliberate

His features, so familiar, so beloved, were a canvas you could never tire of. As your fingers traced his face, his lips brushed against your hand in a tender kiss, his eyes closing as if to absorb the moment fully.

"All done, Monsieur," you teased, your voice light with amusement. He opened his eyes, meeting yours, and pulled you into a kiss, his lips warm against yours. When he drew back, the mask on his face mirrored the one on yours, and you couldn't help but laugh.

That laughter turned into squeals as his fingers found your waist, tickling you with mischievous intent. You playfully swatted at him, your giggles filling the room like music, the moment glowing with love and intimacy-a quiet kind of magic that needed no words to be understood.

on the twelfth day of christmas, my true love gave to me...

Christmas unfolded like a scene from a cherished dream. The warmth of shared laughter and joyful chatter filled the air as both your families celebrated together, their voices mingling in perfect harmony. You couldn’t help but wonder where Kylian had disappeared to, but the thought quickly faded as you imagined him in another room, likely entertaining Isayah and Lana with his boundless energy.

The lively atmosphere stilled for a moment as a familiar figure, clad in a Santa suit, emerged into the living room. Kylian, with a fake beard and hat, instantly drew laughter and smiles. His mother covered her face, laughing helplessly, while you sat back, amusement lighting up your face. Isayah and Lana squealed with delight, running toward him as he handed out gifts, his joy mirrored in their gleaming eyes.

Ethan and Brice couldn’t contain their laughter, teasing him mercilessly. Kylian responded with playful punches, the room erupting in good-natured fun. The sight of him, carrying the little ones with such tenderness, brought a strange ache to your heart—something far beyond fondness, perhaps adoration.

One by one, Kylian handed out gifts to everyone, his eyes shining with warmth.

Finally, he turned to you. Standing before you, he pulled off the beard and hat, revealing that mischievous, endearing grin you knew so well. You smiled back, your heart skipping a beat as he drew a small box from behind his back.

The room fell silent, breaths collectively held. Your eyes widened, disbelief flickering through you as he opened the box to reveal a stunning ring.

“My last gift, darling,” he whispered softly, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes.

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears began to pool, threatening to spill. The room seemed to blur, the world shrinking to just him.

“Will you marry Santa baby?” he joked, his tone lighthearted in a gentle attempt to soothe your overwhelmed heart. Laughter rippled through the room, even as your mothers cried quietly, mirroring your own tears.

Then, he sank to one knee, his eyes never leaving yours. “Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice tender and filled with a vulnerability that left you breathless.

For a moment, the world stood still.

The gifts from the past days, no matter how extravagant, could never have prepared you for this. This—this moment—was beyond anticipation, beyond anything you had dared to dream. Trembling, you reached out, cupping his face, grounding yourself in the reality of him.

“Yes,” you breathed, the single word bursting forth with all the love and certainty in your heart.

In that moment, time held its breath, and you were no longer just yourself—you were a part of something greater, something sacred, something that felt like forever.

The room erupted into cheers and joyous cries. His father clapped him on the shoulder, pride evident in his gaze. Kylian slipped the ring onto your finger before pulling you into a kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if he would never let go.

Your mothers embraced you both, their tears mingling with smiles. Your father pulled Kylian into a heartfelt hug, his approval shining through unspoken words. Around you, the room shimmered with euphoric celebration, a symphony of love and happiness.

As the night wore on, the phrase Merry Christmas took on a new meaning. For this wasn’t just a holiday—it was the start of forever.

And as Kylian held you close in his Santa suit, his arms a sanctuary against the world, the twinkle in his eye outshone the Christmas lights.

After twelve days of outrageous gifts, this moment was the greatest surprise of all. With a heart full of love and a smile that refused to fade, you realized he wasn’t just the man of your dreams—he was your forever, your Kylian, wrapped up in red velvet and white fur, with a ring to prove it.

kyks bday coming up!!! yayyyy ☺️🤍

[cherrychilli]

18+

Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, established relationship, lingerie, allusions to oral sex(F), PIV sex

a/n: I'm no seamstress by any means but I can do a decent enough job with a needle and thread and I love making my own lingerie from time to time so it got me thinking about dear sweet horny Eddie and what it might be like when you let him in on your little hobby.

You'd first told him about it a few months into your relationship, on a day when a press of his lips to the corner of your mouth had turned into open mouthed kisses, his tongue wrapped around yours. Eddie had pulled you closer to feel more of you then, settling you in his lap, pushing your skirt up to find the black, hand sewn lacy garters circling the thickness of your thighs, made dainty and pretty with ruching and bows.

He doesn't even know what they're called – all he knows is that he likes them, a lot and he tells you so between kisses, tracing the soft fabric with his fingers, pinching the delicate lace with a low whistle. He slips in a corny but sweet line about how it makes your thighs look like they've been giftwrapped just for him and that gets a giggle out of you, telling him you made them yourself.

"You serious?", he looks up at you, amazement shining bright in his deep mahogany eyes even when you try to downplay it, telling him it's not that hard. But your modesty does nothing to stop him from thinking you're the most talented person he's ever met and he reminds you of that mixed in with more praise when you change positions and he's down on his knees, slipping his fingers under each garter while he fits his head between your legs.

"Turning up in a pretty little outfit like this? that's begging to have my tongue on you, baby. You shoulda known that", he tuts against your clothed mound, licking a broad stripe up your panties, tasting the wetness that had gathered there on the black cotton.

He only pulled out the stitching on one garter that day – unintentional of course but unavoidable too given how tightly he had to hold you down in place as you writhed. It didn't trouble you though because it was nothing you couldn't mend with your needle and some thread back at home.

From then on, whenever you feel inspired to tackle a new design he's all sorts of encouraging, driving you and accompanying you to get all the things you need – all of the sewing supplies; fabric, thread, lace, ribbon, elastic and more. He helps you decide on which colors to get and he makes the gesture of paying for it all too, wanting to spoil you. Not to mention it's kind of like he's buying himself a present too, knowing you'll model the undergarments for him when you're done.

The most you let him help with after that is taking your measurements, letting him wrap the measuring tape around your hips and bust while you guide him on how to do it correctly but what that leads to is a lot of wandering touches and a few sneaky pinches on your ass, having to playfully swat his hands away if you hope to get anything done.

Eddie backs down with a little whine but all the faux pouting's just for show. He finds space on your bed while you look up DIY tutorials online at your desk before you get down to sewing, all of your supplies laid out neatly by your side, ready to be used.

While you're busy he spends his time strumming away on his guitar, pencil tucked behind his ear as he brainstorms lyrics for a new song. Both of you liked working on your own projects this way, in the same room because you appreciate having each other's company and presence to surround yourself with while you create.

Though Eddie had promised not to look too much he struggles to uphold that promise as he sneaks peaks at you cutting out patterns for a matching lace bra and panty set. He adores the cute way your brows scrunch together in concentration when you thread your needle and how you sometimes mirror him with your tongue pinched between your lips while you meticulously stitch all the individual cut outs together.

Somewhere between the time it takes you to get the panties finished and the bra started he approaches you, one hand clamped over his eyes so he can't see your progress – he knows how much you want to surprise him with the final result. Held out in the other is a mug of that tea you like, having made a quick trip to your kitchen and back, a bag of potato chips cradled in the crook of his elbow for you too.

You thank him and gladly take the offerings, cheeks growing warm when he plants a quick kiss on the top of your head. "Don't overwork yourself", he coos into your hair, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze before he heads back to your bed and picks up his guitar again.

The tune Eddie's playing carries you through the rest of your stitching and close to an hour later you swivel your desk chair around in his direction. "I'm done", you announce with a sunny smile and he grins back at you, fingers abandoning his guitar. "You gonna get changed right now?" he asks hopefully, eyes twinkling.

"Yup", you answer him, popping the 'P' with a little wink. You gather the set in your arms, stepping into the bathroom. "Wait here, I wanna do a reveal", you tell him before closing the door, all giddy with girlish excitement, proud of how the it all came out.

The wait isn't long but every second that passes has Eddie feeling like his head's full of fireworks, finding it impossible to remain still, fingers drumming on his knees, legs hung over the side of your bed, socked feet tapping away on your carpeted floor.

You don't announce yourself once you've changed, unlocking the bathroom door and letting it swing open as you lean against the doorframe, letting your boyfriend take in your newest creation.

You know you've succeeded when his lips part, jaw going slack and his eyes going wide to rake over every inch of you, stunned.

He makes grabby hands at you and its somehow made cuter given his age so you step forward to let him get a closer look, occupying the space between his spread legs, letting him place his warm hands on the bare skin of your waist.

It's always a rare moment when Eddie goes silent, words escaping him as he quietly admires the way the material wraps around your proportions perfectly and the the cheeky cut of your panties as you do a little spin for him, the front a soft lilac satin, the back a matching shade of lace to reveal your ass through the floral embroidery.

The bra is simple – nothing too elaborate like some of the designs you'd scrolled through but it compliments the underwear well. The straps are thin and rest comfortably on your shoulders, the rest sewn in a longline style. It's sheer with the same floral lace as your panties so your nipples show through, your breasts supported well even without padding or underwire for extra softness, all with a tiny, pretty ribbon bow stitched right in the middle to match the one on the front of your panties too.

"You're so fucking beautiful", me utters, pulling you closer to kiss you right above your belly button, making your chest flutter with a thousand beating wings, a hurricane of butterflies taking flight just beneath your skin.

You let him lay you down on the bed and he's far more gentle than he needs to be when he slips your panties to the side, not wanting to stretch or snag the lace and ruin all your hard work. Your belly feels warm like sunlight spilling through your window in the morning because he's so careful with the pretty underwear while he runs a finger through your wet folds, making you feel like something as delicate as porcelain, something to touched with care and worshiped. It makes you hunger for more, pulling him closer by his shoulders.

"Wanna feel you inside", you place your lips on his, hands helping him to unbuckle his belt as he leans over you. You pull not so gently at his clothing, a big contrast to how he's handling you, tossing each article to the side impatiently while you remain in your cute little ensemble. You wouldn't be ridding yourself of your underwear tonight and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Can't believe I've got the prettiest doll in town all to myself", Eddie huffs a breath against the column of your neck at the same moment you suck one in, pressing his cock inside you, so thick and hard it makes the stretch that much better.

"And she's all dressed up just for me"

[unabashegirl]

Vicious 16 — hs mafia

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

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A few days had passed since Harry's raid on Augusto's house, and his recovery was going well. The doctor had restitched his wounds after his encounter with Y/N, and the healing was progressing smoothly. Giana was also adjusting to her new life. At first, it felt strange for her—she had spent so long living by strict schedules and orders that the freedom she now had seemed unfamiliar, almost unsettling. But slowly, she was beginning to settle in.

“Right. Is there anything else due?” Harry asked, the night was thick with tension as Harry sat behind his large mahogany desk, the glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. His trusted men, Lex and Charlie, stood nearby, their faces hard with the seriousness of the situation. A few other men lingered in the room, their eyes darting toward the door every so often, their hands hovering close to their weapons. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, but Harry remained calm, his sharp gaze fixed on the documents spread before him.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and one of his guards entered, cradling a small, wrapped box in his hands. The guard's face was pale, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and uncertainty. He approached Harry’s desk cautiously, holding the box out as if it were a live bomb.

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the package. There was no mistaking it—this was from Augusto. The wrapping was impeccable, a deep red ribbon tied into a neat bow, but the intent behind it was anything but innocent.

“Boss, this just arrived,” the guard said, his voice trembling slightly.

Harry nodded, his expression unreadable as he reached for the box. He could feel the eyes of his men on him, their tension palpable. Augusto’s reach was long, and his threats were never empty. Harry had known this day would come, the day when Augusto would retaliate for the audacious act of taking Gina.

As Harry began to untie the ribbon, Lex stepped forward, his voice laced with concern. “You know what this is. He’s trying to rattle you.”

“I know,” Harry replied calmly, continuing to unwrap the package with deliberate care. He could feel the weight of the moment, the significance of whatever lay inside. This wasn’t just a message—it was a declaration.

When he lifted the lid, his breath caught in his throat. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, lay a delicate necklace. It was simple, yet Harry recognized it immediately. He had seen Y/N wear it once, years ago, when they had first been introduced. They had both been much younger then, their worlds not yet as intertwined in the web of power and danger that now surrounded them. The memory of her wearing it, her youthful smile, flashed through his mind like a ghost from a past that felt almost unreachable.

But it wasn’t just the necklace. Next to it was a photograph, slightly crumpled, as if it had been handled roughly. Harry’s heart sank as he stared at the image—Y/N, asleep in her bed, her face peaceful, unaware of the eyes that had been on her. He recognized the room immediately; it was taken inside his house, and the pajamas she wore were the same ones she had worn just a few nights ago. The intimacy of the photo, the sheer audacity of taking it, filled him with a cold, seething rage.

Charlie was the first to speak, his voice low and furious. “That sick bastard… They’ve been inside the house.”

Lex’s expression darkened as he leaned in, studying the photo over Harry’s shoulder. “He knows where to hit you.”

Harry’s grip tightened on the box, his knuckles white with the effort to keep his anger in check. Augusto wasn’t just sending a threat; he was proving that he could reach the one person Harry cared about most. The message couldn’t be clearer: Augusto knew Y/N was Harry’s weakness, and he was willing to exploit it without mercy.

But Harry wasn’t about to let Augusto see him falter. He forced himself to breathe, to think clearly. Reacting out of anger would play right into Augusto’s hands.

“He’s trying to bait me,” Harry said, his voice steely despite the storm raging inside him. “But I’m not taking it.”

Lex nodded, his eyes hard. “What’s the plan, then?”

Harry closed the box with a deliberate motion, setting it aside as he rose from his chair. His men straightened, ready for his orders. The rage in his chest had cooled into something more dangerous—determination.

“We fortify the house,” Harry ordered, his voice commanding. “Double the guards, and I want eyes on every corner. Y/N isn’t to be left alone for a second.”

Harry’s eyes lingered on the closed box for a moment longer, the weight of its contents pressing heavily on his mind. He forced himself to exhale slowly, pushing down the fury that threatened to consume him. As his men prepared to leave, he raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks.

“One more thing,” he said, his voice cold and measured. The tension in the room thickened as they turned back to face him. “This doesn’t get back to Y/N. Not a word of it.”

Lex exchanged a concerned glance with Charlie, both of them understanding the gravity of the situation. Harry wasn’t one to hide things from Y/N—at least, not when it came to her safety. But the look in his eyes made it clear that this time was different.

“Boss, are you sure?” Lex asked carefully, his voice tinged with hesitation. “She has a right to know. If Augusto’s getting this close—”

“I said no,” Harry cut in, his tone sharp. His gaze was hard, leaving no room for argument. “She’s got enough on her mind with the wedding coming up. The last thing she needs is more to worry about.”

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, clearly uneasy with the decision. “But if she finds out on her own—”

“She won’t,” Harry interrupted, his voice firm. “And she won’t have to. We’re handling this. Keep it quiet, and make sure nothing slips through the cracks.”

His men nodded, though their expressions betrayed their concern. They knew Harry was right—Y/N didn’t need to be burdened with this, not now. But they could also see the toll it was taking on him. Harry might be acting as if he wasn’t worried, but the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw, told a different story.

As they turned to leave, Harry’s voice stopped them once more. “And one more thing—keep your distance from her. If she asks why, tell her it’s just business. We can’t afford any slip-ups.”

There was a brief pause before Lex and Charlie nodded in understanding. They could see that this wasn’t just about protecting Y/N—it was about keeping Harry from unraveling. The coldness in his voice, the distance in his eyes, were signs that he was already slipping into a darker place, one where his emotions were tightly locked away.

“Understood, Boss,” Lex said quietly, before leading the others out of the room.

Once the door closed, the silence in the office was almost suffocating. Harry stood still for a moment, staring at the spot where the box had been. He clenched his fists, trying to push away the images of Y/N’s peaceful face in that photo, the necklace she once wore with such innocent pride. The thought of Augusto’s hands being anywhere near her sent a shiver down his spine, one that he couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he tried.

The living room of the manor was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and vanilla, a comforting contrast to the tension that had settled over the house in recent days. Y/N sat on the plush sofa, her gaze fixed on the assortment of cakes laid out before her on the coffee table. Beside her, Gina sat with a soft smile, her presence a rare source of calm amidst the whirlwind of wedding preparations.

The wedding was fast approaching, and while there was still so much to figure out, today’s task was a welcome distraction. Y/N had been looking forward to this—taste testing the cakes, deciding on the perfect one to serve on her big day. It was a small moment of normalcy, one that allowed her to focus on the joy that the wedding should bring, rather than the worries that loomed over her.

“So,” Gina said, picking up a fork and eyeing the first slice of cake with playful seriousness. “Are we starting with the classic vanilla or the chocolate hazelnut?”

Y/N smiled, her heart warming at the sight of her best friend’s playful demeanor. Gina had been through so much, yet she was here, helping Y/N prepare for one of the most important days of her life. It was a reminder of why they had done what they did—why Harry had taken such risks to save her.

“Let’s start with the vanilla,” Y/N decided, reaching for her fork. “Might as well go traditional first.”

They both took a bite, savoring the delicate flavor. The vanilla was rich and smooth, with just the right amount of sweetness. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, trying to imagine how it would taste on the wedding day, shared with Harry under the gaze of their families and friends.

“It’s good,” Gina said thoughtfully, “but maybe a bit too plain for you two. You need something with more... character.”

Y/N laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s nice, but I want something that stands out.”

They moved on to the next cake, a decadent chocolate hazelnut with layers of ganache and a hint of espresso. Y/N’s eyes lit up as she tasted it, the rich flavors dancing on her tongue.

“Now this,” she said with a grin, “this is something special.”

Gina nodded enthusiastically, taking another bite. “Definitely. It’s bold, but not overpowering. It feels... luxurious.”

As Y/N and Gina continued to debate over the remaining cakes, the warmth of their conversation was briefly interrupted by a glimpse of movement in the hallway. Y/N glanced up just in time to see Harry walking past the living room with Lex, Charlie, and a few of his other men in tow. His expression was stern, focused, the weight of responsibility evident in the way his shoulders carried themselves. But there was something else, something deeper that Y/N had noticed in him recently—a distance, a coldness that hadn’t been there before.

Without thinking, Y/N called out to him. “Harry! Wait a second.”

Harry paused mid-step, turning his head to look at her. His eyes softened slightly when they met hers, but the guarded expression remained. He took a step closer to the doorway, his men halting behind him.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice even, betraying none of the turmoil that Y/N could sense beneath the surface.

Y/N gestured to the table filled with cakes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “We’re trying to pick out the wedding cake, and I could use your opinion. After all, it is your wedding too.”

Harry’s brow furrowed slightly, and he shook his head. “I’m sure whatever you choose will be perfect. I’ve got some business to take care of.”

Y/N wasn’t ready to let him go that easily. There was something about the way he was pulling away lately that gnawed at her, and she wanted—needed—to bridge that gap, even if just for a moment. She set down her fork and walked over to him, her smile growing softer, more coaxing.

“Please, Harry,” she said, her voice gentle as she looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “Just a quick taste. I want to know what you think.”

Harry’s resolve wavered, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement as he looked at her. He tried to hold onto his stern demeanor, but Y/N’s doe eyes were his undoing. He couldn’t help but feel a crack in the icy wall he had built around himself. Despite everything weighing on him, he could never resist her when she looked at him like that.

Gina, watching the exchange from her spot on the sofa, noticed the slight twitch at the corner of Harry’s mouth—a smile he was clearly trying to suppress. She smirked to herself, understanding all too well the effect Y/N had on him.

“Alright,” Harry finally relented, a resigned sigh escaping his lips as he stepped fully into the living room. “But just a quick one.”

Y/N’s face lit up with triumph, and she quickly guided him to the coffee table where the remaining cakes were laid out. Gina moved aside to give him space, a knowing smile still playing on her lips.

“Okay,” Y/N said excitedly, picking up a fork and handing it to him. “We’ve narrowed it down to two—this one is a chocolate hazelnut with a hint of espresso, and the other is a raspberry champagne with vanilla cream. I’m leaning toward the chocolate, but I want to know what you think.”

Harry took the fork, his expression serious as he studied the two slices of cake in front of him. He glanced at Y/N, her eager expression making him feel a warmth that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in days. With a slight shake of his head—more at himself than anything else—he dug into the first slice.

The rich taste of chocolate hazelnut filled his mouth, the flavors perfectly balanced. He chewed thoughtfully, then moved on to the second slice, the tartness of the raspberry mingling with the sweetness of the champagne and vanilla cream. Both were excellent, but one stood out more.

He swallowed, then looked at Y/N, who was watching him with bated breath. “They’re both good, but the chocolate hazelnut is the one,” he said, nodding slightly as he made his decision. “It’s got that something special.”

Y/N beamed, clearly delighted with his choice. “Good”.

Harry couldn’t help the slight smile that tugged at his lips at her words, though he quickly tried to mask it by handing the fork back to her. Gina, ever observant, caught the momentary softness in his expression and filed it away with a satisfied smile of her own.

Harry gave her a brief nod, his smile fading back into his more guarded expression. “Glad I could help. But now I really do need to get back to work.”

With one last look at her, Harry turned and headed back toward the hallway, his men falling into step behind him. Y/N watched him go, a mixture of satisfaction and worry swirling in her chest. She had won him over, if only for a moment, but the lingering coldness in his demeanor reminded her that something was off.

Gina, sensing Y/N’s unease, reached out and squeezed her hand. “You’ll get through to him,” she said reassuringly. “He’s just got a lot on his plate right now.”

Y/N nodded, though her heart still ached with the desire to reach him, to break through whatever walls he was building between them. “I know,” she said softly. “I just wish he’d let me in.”

As the sound of Harry’s footsteps faded down the hall, Y/N turned back to the table, her thoughts still with him. The wedding was fast approaching, and while they had just settled on the cake, she knew there was much more that needed to be figured out—not just for the wedding, but for the two of them.

A few days had passed since the cake tasting, and the sense of unease that Y/N couldn’t quite shake had only grown stronger. Harry was distant, more so than usual, and though she tried to focus on the wedding preparations, her thoughts kept drifting back to the coldness she felt from him.

Late one afternoon, Y/N’s phone rang, the name on the screen stopping her in her tracks: Federico. Her father rarely called, and when he did, it was never without an agenda. With a mix of irritation and resignation, she answered.

“What do you want?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.

“Is that how you greet your father?” Federico’s voice was smooth, but there was a familiar edge to it that made Y/N’s stomach tighten. “I’ve been thinking, with the wedding approaching, it’s time we discussed the details. I want to make sure everything is in order.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, knowing better than to believe this was about the wedding. “Everything’s fine. I’ve got it under control.”

“Clearly, you don’t,” Federico replied, his voice dripping with condescension. “Meet me at home. There are things we need to discuss. Important things.”

Y/N’s grip on the phone tightened. The old estate—a place that had never felt like home, no matter how lavish it was. It was a place of cold memories, of power and control. She hadn’t been there in years, and the thought of going back now filled her with dread. But she knew better than to refuse him.

“Fine,” she said, her voice devoid of warmth. “I’ll be there.”

Federico didn’t bother with pleasantries before hanging up, leaving Y/N with a hollow feeling in her chest. She knew what this was—a power play. He was reminding her of her place, of the control he still wielded over her life. But she wasn’t the scared little girl she once was. Not anymore.

[daenerysmacfarlane]

Wonderful Christmastime - Rupert Campbell-Black

Rupert Campbell-Black x fem Reader 18+

Authors Note: You know the brainrot is real when you write smutty fanfic for the first time in fucking forever. Annyywayyyy... enjoy. Smut warning, Helen Macaulay warning. Spoilers for Jilly Cooper's Riders and Rivals. I don't own Marcus, Tabitha, Rupert, Helen or Malise. Characters belong to Jilly Cooper. First time publishing my writing on Tumblr so please be kind :)

One couldn't really say that not a creature was stirring on the night before Christmas at Penscombe Court. Rupert's horses were frolicking in the snow earlier and probably still are. The pups are running around like crazy having just been washed except for Beaver, the black Labrador, who is sniffing the presents under the tree to see if there's any treats wrapped up for him.

I hum along to Frank Sinatra on the radio as I place the final touches of the Christmas decorations in Penscombe's massive foyer. I hear Rupert chuckle as I struggle to reach the last shelf and place a piece of holly and ribbon.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Help me, I'm short." I smile looking back at him.

Lo and behold, Rupert is standing there in a Santa suit but bare chested with a very wolfish grin on his face. He sighs and helps me put the decoration on the shelf. He pulls me into his arms.

"It looks incredible my love. Very well done."

I hum and look around. "Yes the back pain tomorrow will be very much worth it"

The foyer sparkled, especially after all the new renovations. It had been a banner year for Rupert and for Venturer. Not only had we married but Venturer had retained its franchise license and signed a new multi-year contract, the first in its kind unless you're the BBC.

After getting rid of Helen's godawful decor, the Georgian Penscombe looks as it should. Classic and regal. Mahogany wood and forest green walls accompanies the Cotswold stone floors, the Christmas tree lights gleaming off them, with a red runner carpet just to give a little bit of grip. I couldn't wait to see the look on Haughty Helly's face, as Rupert and I call her. She's pompous and spoilt with the most ridiculous taste.

Rupert's hands pull me out of my thoughts, roaming my body before slipping under the waistband of my pants. I gently place mine over his and he immediately stops. Rupert's lovely face begins to pout.

"As lovely as that would be, Tab and Marcus are going to be here soon." I chide. As per the new rules in the divorce agreement, Rupert and Helen alternate years for Christmas and this year they would be spending it with us. The last thing my stepchildren need is the sight of their father getting naughty and naked, under the Christmas tree.

He nuzzles my neck and presses gentle kisses. My resolve slowly crumbles and I turn in his arms. My hands run down his sculptured chest and I kiss him, passionately. He looks up and I follow his eyes to the mistletoe I hung up two hours ago. He begins to back me up against the wall next to it and slowly makes his way down my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake until he is eye line with the zip of my pants. Undoing the button, he slowly unzips me and pulls them and my underwear down. He groans at how wet I am, the wetness betraying my noble thoughts to be good in case we're caught. Hooking my leg over his shoulder, he begins to eat me out like a man starved. It feels like he's been there for ages and I gasp and moan as his incredibly talented tongue makes patterns on the little bundle of nerves. Just the feeling of that brings me close to the sweet release and Rupert smirks as he reads my body and reaction.

I thread my fingers in his dark hair and growl, "Pull away and you'll be having a very blue Christmas."

He moans in response and the vibrations tip me over the edge, body shaking out my release. He makes his way up my body taking my shirt off in the process. His face lights up when he doesn't see a bra.

"Oh Mrs Campbell-Black! How naughty..."

"That's not what you said last night, Rupe." I unbutton the Santa pants and push them down, finding him sans boxer briefs, intimidatingly large and standing at attention.

He picks me up by my thighs and instantly slides into me. We both moan as he sinks into me and I feel that oh, so familiar stretch, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Christ I'll never get over the feel of you, my love." He mutters earnestly and begins to roll his hips in the most delicious way possible.

I grip on to the back of his coat as his lips come crashing down on mine, hips still rolling as if he was cantering across the field. My fingers grip harder and harder as the familiar pressure builds and my muscles clench around him.

"Fuck, do that again and I'm not going to last." His hips stutter for a moment before falling back into rhythm.

Moans and the sound of skin on skin ricochet around the foyer. He slips a hand between my legs and rubs my little nerve while increasing his pace, fucking me senseless. The pressure builds and builds until I tumble over into bliss. With a great thrust, Rupert follows suit. We hold each other and catch our breath. He kisses me deeply and gently bites my bottom lip.

"Merry Christmas Mrs Campbell-Black." He smirks.

"Merry Christmas Mr Campbell-Black. Thank you for that wonderful gift." I smile.

"I always try to give you exactly what you want."

"This year I want a corgi."

Just as he's about to respond, the sound of tires on the gravel outside filters in. We look at each other.

Rupert scoffs, "Talk about timing. Oh fuck and she's early too."

We both rush to make ourselves presentable for Helen and the kids and make it just in time, Tabitha barreling in. She looks around with her mouth agape.

"Wow who did the tree?" She asks.

I smile at my dear stepdaughter. "I did, do you approve Ms Tab?"

"Yeah looks way better than Mummy and Malise's." She nods and giggles.

"Looks like she got her fine tastes from me. I always knew she was well and truly mine." Rupert snorts.

We hear a familiar shake of an asthma puffer and Marcus joins his sister in admiring the tree and decorations. Rupert's ex-wife, Helen and her new husband, Malise Gordon, who was Rupert's chef d'equipe when he rode for Team Great Britain, follow closely behind. Helen looks around at the changes we've made, replacing everything trace of her and the lands on our disheveled appearance. Her face sets hard, looking like she's almost popping a blood vessel.

"The renovations look lovely. So do the decorations." Malise smiles.

"Thank you, Malise." I return the smile.

"Looks a bit dark and gothic, quite primitive actually if you ask me." Helen sneers.

"All wifey's wonderful choices. Sets the tone perfectly for a nasty, hard and hot fuck not that Penscombe's last decorator knew what that was." Rupert retorts and his hand slides from my back to rest on my behind. He gives a gentle squeeze.

Helen is seething and Malise takes her arm to lead her outside, saying goodbye to the children at the same time to not ruin their Christmas with Rupert. Tabitha sighs at the sight of her mother.

"Poor Malise. Mummy's going to lose her shit in the car."

Marcus takes his puffer. "Bad words, Tab."

"Oh shush, now which one of these gifts has my pony in it?" She says as she picks up the gift neatly labeled Tabitha.

[autisticlenaluthor]

Leaves

In the backyard, there’s an old treehouse visible from Lena’s window. Kara had seen it during their first sleepover when Lena stepped out to change. She found herself alone, wandering the room in curiosity to try and make sense of it all. 

She took in the mahogany trim around the ceilings and the rows of blue first place ribbons on the walls. She read every inscription under every trophy– going through awards for chess, equestrian, and even fencing. It was only when she heard a tree branch tapping on the window that she’d gone out and looked through the glass and saw the garden for the first time. 

It was a beautiful, wide open space. Perfectly maintained and bordered with neatly trimmed hedges and an overgrown oak tree towards the end. Cozied around it, was a worn out treehouse and a stained American flag hanging off the side. 

Kara had stood with her hands on the windowsill, expression solemn and tried to imagine what it must’ve been like when it was still used. She thought about how not that many years ago, Lex was a teenager with sad eyes just like his sister’s. He was a little boy with wildly curly hair who would’ve played in that hideout all alone. 

The same man who wanted her, and all of her kind dead, had once been her best friend’s big brother. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

Kara closed her eyes and tried to picture what that must’ve been like. 

Did Lex ever jump into piles of leaves with his little sister just to disturb the person raking them? Did he pick Lena up when she fell and scraped her knees, or just leave her there to cry? Did he ever know how to love? Did he somehow forget?  

He must’ve, Kara thinks. There had to be a reason Lena was still so attached to him. He had to have done something to deserve the hope she held in her heart for so long.  

But when Kara sees Lena now and looks into her tired, hollow eyes, it all becomes a jumbled, confusing mess again.

One day, Lex was human and the next, he was a monster. And in the process, he managed to take down the person who loved him most. I’m sorry, is all she wants to say. You deserved so much better.

[callmelola111]

my summer of you ♡ part one

✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2   - - - -   inspo track ⭑ till there was you

synopsis: being sent to your grandparents for the summer was supposed to be a punishment, but when you came face-to-face with your neighbor, you knew it’d be quite the opposite.

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: loser!ellie williams x neighbor!reader. wc: 4k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, sexual themes but no smut (yet), mentions of religion, tense family relations, perv!ellie makes an appearance, mostly cute fluff moments with a tad bit of angst

a/n: i’ve literally wrote and rewrote so many different fic ideas, it actually was driving me insane. but finally here’s something i’m somewhat satisfied with. this will be a 2 part series so no crazy long wait, and ofc there will be smut. lollipop bit was definitely inspired by the movie hot summer nights except gay and no timothee chalamet jump scare. love you all dearly ♡~ lola

Your 2 vintage suitcases, bursting at the seams, fell to the sidewalk with a thud as you stood in front of your new home for the summer. It was an older house with light blue paneling on the sides, an expansive green lawn, and a wrap-around porch, all surrounded by a classic white picket fence.

Bolting out the front door was the most eager old woman you’d ever seen. Your sweet, sweet grandma. She wrapped you in the biggest embrace and the smell of old Chanel perfume and Jergens lotion overwhelmed your senses. The old woman continued crying out your name pestering you with 1,000 kisses. You erupted in a giggle, expressing the same sentiments of love.

The reason for your stay was less heartwarming. After you had wrapped up your first year at university, your overbearing and uber religious parents caught wind of some of the stuff you were up to while there. In their words, you were “impulsive”, “wreckless”, and “just plain stupid”. But in all actuality, you had just smoked some weed, got wasted, and hooked up with some girls.

Nothing too crazy considering it was your first year of freedom, but of course they flipped and decided banishing you to your grandparents for the summer would be best. And although you were less than ecstatic about them being angry with you, the resulting consequence left you anticipating the perfect summer. I mean come on… a gorgeous old house, right by the beach, home cooked meals, and no one to bother you. How could you not get excited? 

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Soon, you find yourself strolling along hot sidewalks of the small beach town, wandering into every little place that piques your interest. The first was an antique mall. You ventured through the heaps of knick knacks, furniture, and clothes, finally landing on the sweetest tea cup. It was delicate ivory with a thinly curved handle. Painted on the front; a pair of kittens adorned in pink ribbon. You then stumbled into a 50’s themed sweets shop where you purchased a single cherry flavored lollipop which landed in your mouth as soon as you walked out the door. And finally, you came across a quaint bookshop that was practically begging for you to come inside. 

Pushing the old wooden door open you entered, followed by a small melodic bell announcing the new presence. This caught a young individual's attention. Revealing her collection of freckles and short auburn hair, the girl looked up from behind the mahogany counter to greet you. The employee's smile was adorably toothy and the evening sun leaking through the windows made her practically glow. Your eyes remained locked on the girl's face for a little longer than you’d like but it was worth every second. 

Candy in hand, you toured the towering shelves of tattered books and baskets of old magazines, not really knowing what you were looking for. And still considerably distracted by the dreamy woman manning the front desk. That is until a loud creak of the floorboards stole you from your reverie and left you face to face with the culprit of these thoughts.

“Hi- uh, did you need help finding anything today?” she questioned, giving you a slow look up and down.

“Hmm I’m not sure yet,” you took a long pause to regain a little sense of decorum, “Got any recommendations for me Ellie?” Her eyes went wide in confusion before you gestured to the silver plate pinned to her shirt, pointing out the obvious. “Your nametag hun.”

“Oh, right” she looked down sheepishly at the pet name, “Ummm let me think…” Her voice trailed off again and you popped the sticky, red lollipop back in your mouth to fidget with as she took a beat to think. After compiling a few books in her mind Ellie opened her mouth to speak but god was it hard. Your intent sucking had her in a trance.

“I think you-you’d probably- like…” Ellie wanted to keep talking, she really did, but your plump lips engulfing the red little ball was extremely distracting. She watched as your spit pooled at the upturned corners of your mouth and coated the hard candy. Every thought she had left her except what her lips would look like wrapped around something else. You took note as her pupils slowly dilated at the simple action and decided to have some fun with the awkward girl who you’d obviously left in a trance.

“Did you want a taste?” Ellie took some hard blinks in disbelief and some reproach, not realizing how conspicuous her stares must have been.

“Uh- like of your…” She pointed and you hummed in confirmation, holding the thin white stick at its base, hovering the candy just inches from her mouth. 

“Come onnn, I don’t bite… not unless you want me to.” Ellie’s quick and hot breaths of anticipation tickled the little hairs on your knuckles and you knew exactly what you were doing to her. Eventually she dove into your sweet offer. First with a flat tongue, then her whole mouth closing in on it. The crimson disappeared into her cavity and you twisted at the stick connected, sending an odd sensation across Ellie’s tongue. You quickly snatched it back out and plumpted it back in between your own red stained lips, leaving the girl a flustered mess.

“So what about that book?” you inquired, voice laced with a preformative innocence. 

She shook her head to focus, “Uh- right, how about The Bell Jar? Sylvia Plath?”

“That’s actually perfect. It’s been on my list for months now. Which shelf?”

“If you want… I uh, actually have a copy that you can borrow for free.”

“Actually yeah, I’d love that. Thank you.” You gave Ellie a warm smile that sent millions of butterflies through the pits of her stomach, and honestly yours too. She then disappeared to the back with a flash of her green eyes before returning holding a small book bursting with colored tabs.

“Here- I like to annotate,” she chuckled bashfully, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Even better.” Ellie blushed at every word you spoke, sending a nervous hand back to scratch at her neck. “Well, thank you for this. I do have to get home but um- I promise to return it as soon as I’m done.” You shook your clasped hands at her like a praise and departed leaving nothing but a trace of your luscious perfume.

Ellie remained awestruck, replaying that whole scenario back again and saving it for later. Selfishly she wished for you to finish the book in just one night. She couldn't help but miss your pretty face already. And after being the only thing on her mind for the rest of the night, she wasn’t sure how long she could wait to see you again. 

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That evening after Ellie’s shift she retreated to her bedroom with plans to remove you from her thoughts. Controller in hand, she maneuvered through some first person shooter game but lost every round due to her lack of focus. This was frustrating and she went to light some incense hoping to clear her head with a different approach. The brown, bergamot scented stick caught fire before cherrying at the end leaving a trail of smoke behind. Ellie followed it with her eye’s, gaze passing by her window and quickly retreating back as she spotted something out of the ordinary.

The neighbor's familiar window positioned right across from her own was usually shrouded in curtains, hiding the empty bedroom. But today she could see right in, and even better, there was someone just behind the glass. She inched in closer to get a better look and watched as the girl lay on her bed, ass up, feet kicking in the air. Ellie assumed she was talking on the phone from observing her bouts of giggles, but it was hard to tell. Even harder to decipher was who this mystery woman was. Every little mannerism felt oddly familiar and it was driving Ellie crazy. Could you just get off the phone already and turn around?

Yes, you. Who eventually wrapped up the call with your best friend where you had spent 30 minutes gushing about the 5 minute interaction you had with Elllie. “I just have to have her!” you raved through the telephone line, “in fact, I neeeddd her!!” 

Night had completely fallen at this point and as so you rolled out of your lying position and peeled off your shirt to change into pjs. You did it right in front of the window too, unknowingly giving Ellie a show. 

Next door, the girl's jaw was slack and bottom lip red from her harsh bite. Ellie stared lustfully at your soft seeming skin and gorgeous curves. After getting a better glimpse of your face she knew exactly who you were. And once your top started coming off there was no chance she was looking away now. That is… until she got caught.

As soon as you saw a flash of freckles across the way you dashed to the window almost getting a rug burn from the maneuver. With tits out, (well in a sheer lace bra, so practically out) you slide open the white trimmed aperture and give Ellie the most eager wave, shouting her name along with it. The girl could barely pull herself together as she hesitantly opened up her own window. Was Ellie about to get exiled for being a perv or were you feeling forgiving tonight?

“Ellie?! What the fuck?? Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon!!” You shouted with excitement like a child on Christmas.

“Hi-” she halted her greeting, “wait, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh, it’s ____”

“S’pretty name… I’m glad to see you again.” 

“Oh I bet you are. Saw you watching me change Els.” Really you didn’t mind, but something about teasing her got you off.

“Fuck- no, no. I- I wasn’t trying to, just was getting a better look to see if it was actually you. Please don’t be mad, I really am sorry!” You had left her a stuttering mess.

“No need to say sorry,” with a bat of your eyelashes you eased her worries, “you liked what you saw… right?” 

The girl squirmed, “Uhh…”

“It’s okay, you can say yes Ellie.” And she quickly did, making the cockiest smirk grow on your face. But, you weren’t an easy girl and you planned to tantalize Ellie with subtle passes until the both of you could hardly resist. So you quickly retreated, wishing Ellie a good night before sealing the window and swiping the curtains shut. 

The girl was left a hot mess after it all but trust and believe she had a good night. One with her hands between her thighs and your newly learned name falling from her lips.

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The next morning you catch the emerald-eyed girl outside mowing her lawn and take this as the perfect opportunity to play some more mind games.

Slipping into the skimpiest bikini you could find, you scampered into the front yard “to tan”. The green lawn tickled the bottoms of your bare feet before you laid out a red and white striped towel to lounge on. Stomach down, facing towards Ellie, the sun beamed on the expanse of your back. Heart shaped sunglasses hugged your face and shielded your eyes as you admired the pretty girl.

She was dressed in some long cut-off jorts and a black wifebeater tank. A newly lit cigarette hung from her mouth carelessly. You loved the way her pec would flex with each push and pull of the mower. Lines of sweat racing down her arms and neck, illuminating every small vein. And god, when she tilted her head up to exhale a puff of smoke, it drove you wild. 

Your presence had not gone unnoticed though and neither had your cherry printed swim bottoms that were riding up your cheeks. Ellie continued mowing the lawn but was essentially butchering it, too busy staring at you out of her peripherals. She continued passing over the same barren spots of grass over and over, trying to get a better look of the angel laying just on the other side of the fence.

She’d pause mid push every time you’d reposition yourself just so she could see the little recoil of fat that was your plush thighs and heart shaped ass. Her cigarette had yet to leave her mouth after the first few exhales and your prompt arrival. A long build up of ash was begging to slip off the end and at this point she was just mowing little nubs. The yard was a patchy mess and so was she. This mess escalated as soon as she saw you marching to the edge of the fence straight towards her.

Approaching Ellie you planted your elbows on two white posts that stopped at your torso. You shouted out to the sweaty girl, waving her in your direction and she immediately scurried over like an obedient puppy.

“Whatcha smoking?” you questioned, causing Ellie to remember the all-ash cigarette, now between her fingers, being rid of its debris.

“Shit, I’m sorry- do you not like the smoke? I can stop, seriously.” She put out the remaining butt frantically in attempts at atonement.

“Lighten up Els, I don’t care if you smoke. I was just gonna ask to bum one off of you, but I only smoke Marlboros. That menthol shit gives me a headache.” She softened in relief, already pulling out a fresh one just for you.

“That’s crazy, I’m the same exact way. Here, it’s all yours” Ellie attempts to put the cigarette in your hand but you part your lips instead, requesting a different placement. She happily fulfills your request and follows with a silver, square shaped lighter. The flame catches at the end as you take a big inhale, blowing it to the side.

“Thanks, you have no idea how much I needed that. I’ve been cold turkey over here at Grams. Couldn’t even sneak a smoke from her either, she swears by Newports. Truly disgusting if you ask me.” You rolled your eyes, rambling on about your stay and Ellie just listened. She tried piecing together your story from the little tidbits you mentioned but still struggled to understand how you ended up here.

“So you’re just staying with your grandparents for the summer?”

“Yeah pretty much.” you answered nonchalantly.

“How come though? I’ve never seen you here until now. Trust me, I would’ve noticed a pretty girl like you.” she blushed.

“Oh yeah? You think I’m pretty?” you taunted, completely ignoring the question at hand. You weren’t sure how ready you were to spill those beans yet. Ellie gave off such an awkward loser vibe that left you questioning how much of you the girl could really handle. I mean, it seemed like you were already too much for your own parents and beginning to piss off the elders too. And speak of the devil, they arrived home just in time to steal you from Ellie’s company. 

“Babygirl, what are you doing bothering the neighbors?” your grandma called out, making you turn all hot and embarrassed in front of Ellie. Up until now you had managed to keep up the perfect cool girl vibe. The thought that Ellie might not be enjoying this as much as you perceived had never even crossed your mind. But now that it had, your confidence was knocked down a notch. 

“Grams-” You turned to excuse her politely but were cut off before you even got the chance.

“Is that a cigarette young lady?” 

“Umm.. yes…” you hesitated before swiftly putting it out on one of the wooden posts.

“Now where did you get a thing like that?” she prodded, arms crossed. Your eyes glanced over to Ellie but you decided to lie, knowing how your grandparents would react. You’d rather get into trouble than risk losing access to your new favorite girl.

“I swear it was just rolling around in one of the dresser drawers upstairs. I shouldn’t have taken it, but I did and I’m really really sorry. Please can we not mention this?” 

The old woman took a beat to consider your request, “Fine. But hand it over, I need a smoke, the ladies over at bingo this morning were driving me absolutely crazy.” You passed over the cigarette and thanked her and the heavens for sparing you. If your parents found out about any more wrong doings, you knew you’d be done for good, and deep down you believed that Grams had recognized the same threat.

Just over the fence, Ellie had witnessed the whole thing and was left even more intrigued. All this over a cigarette? Mention what to who? But just as she was exiled out of the conversation, Ellie was quickly brought back in.

“So hun, you seem pretty handy if I’m not mistaken.”

“Uh, yes ma’am I guess I am.” Ellie fidgeted, not sure where this conversation was going. Hoping not to get scorned by the wrath you had brought on from the whole cigarette debacle. 

“Well, we’ve got a couple of loose fence posts around the perimeter. I’ve been pleading with my husband to get it done but the old fart can hardly handle walking the block, let alone hard manual labor. You think you could help us out? I’ll give ya 50 bucks for it.” Ellie looked at your grandma, then you, and back to Grams again. 

“Sure, but I don’t need your money. I’ll happily do it free of charge.”

“Well mighty me, thank you very much!” your grandma elated, nudging at you to give thanks as well. You smiled at the girl and then mouthed a little sorry, feeling bad for wrapping her up in all of this. She waved you off, not thinking twice about her choice to help out. Anything to get closer to you, right?

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That evening you stood in the kitchen, occasionally grabbing out a bowl or passing over an ingredient as your grandma fixed dinner. You sipped from a tall, clear glass of lemonade and looked through the window hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellie in action. 

Noticing your staring, Grams spoke up, “Why don’t you go bring the girl some lemonade to cool off, yeah? In fact, go on ahead and invite her to dinner since she refuses to be paid. Got to say thank you somehow.” Your heart skipped a beat imagining the beautiful girl sat at the dining table.

It was almost scary, every interaction you’d had so far was just casual flirts in passing. This would be the real deal and on top of it, your grandparents would be right there with you. Very, very scary. But there was no arguing this one, so out you went with an endearing proposal and a freshly poured glass of lemonade, all for Ellie.

“Here, I got this for you. It’s homemade.” You ushered the cup forwards to sweaty Ellie and she gratefully accepted with a thank you. You then awkwardly popped the question.

“Sooo… my grandparents want me to invite you over for dinner. As a thank you.” Ellie looked up from her work again trying to read your tone.

“Do you want me over for dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I do. It’s just, you know how it is with family.” You kicked at some dirt that was loosened by the yard work, voiding Ellie’s gaze. It’s not like you didn’t want to see her but how could you trust your grandparents to keep up the mystery. Flirting felt so easy when all the vulnerable parts of yourself had yet to surface.

“I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to. I’d hate to cause any problems.” You quickly backpedaled, afraid she might take your words the wrong way. 

“No, no, not at all. Please. Come. I want you there.”

“Okay, then I will be. Let me finish up out here, take a quick shower, and I’ll be over.” 

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Ellie had taken 30 minutes to come back, making it just in time. 20 of those minutes were spent just rummaging through clothes and messing with her hair, too nervous to think about punctuality. She wanted to look good for you, and even more she wanted to impress your family. 

At Ellie’s arrival you opened the door dressed in the shortest little sundress. The pale yellow complimented your skin just perfectly and Ellie wanted to tell you so bad but nerves got the best of her. All she could do was smile and turn 5 different shades of red, matching the rust colored Dickie’s and loose button up shirt that adorned her figure.

“Well, well, well… don’t you clean up nice?” You poked at Ellie’s right arm and she humored you with a shy laugh before putting her head down to shield from embarrassment. Ellie had always been somewhat of a loser but never had she ever met a girl that could leave her this much of a mess with just a few words. 

You then led her into the dining room, both of you taking a seat across from Gram and Gramps at the other end of the table. 

“We’re so happy we could have you over for supper Ellie. I know we don’t mingle much but your father and you have always been such good neighbors.” Your grandpa gushed as Grams nodded along but there was a slight lull before Ellie actually responded. Maybe the mention of her dad? You weren’t sure.

“Well, thank you for having me. It’s always nice to have some company around here.” There was something regretful in her eyes as she said it but the conversation quickly progressed past the moment, leaving you curious for the rest of the night. 

“So how’s school been going for you?” the pair asked.

“It’s been really good. Going into my second year actually.” Ellie answered, putting it simply as she knew this was all formalities and small talk. Even you were beginning to get a little bored with the dry conversation. So you decided to spice things up for the both of you, sliding off your strappy sandals to see how far you could take a game of footsies. 

“Oh wow! ____ is too! What’s your major?” Gramps continued. Your bare foot slid over to Ellie’s beat up sneakers waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. 

“I’m an en-” Her voice cut out as you creeped up the edge of her pants, rubbing on her exposed ankle. She coughed trying to recover, “I’m an engineering major.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to not let out an audible laugh.

“How wonderful!” Grams enthused, blissfully unaware. Having too much fun, you then slid your hand a chair over to drag down Ellie’s thigh and felt as she tensed up.

The conversation continued at a steady pace and you removed your hand, not wanting to take things too far. Unexpectedly Ellie grabbed it, moving your limb back to its place and keeping her own hand rested on top. A big move considering just minutes ago she couldn’t even muster up the courage to compliment your dress.

You took this as permission to proceed and a simple resting hand turned to a grabby one, gripping at her inner thigh. Teasing the girl to incomparable lengths. She eventually followed in suit, slipping a few fingers under the hem of your dress just slightly before shying away at the dinner's conclusion. And even with such little touch, you were still absolutely soaking.

If only your grandparents knew what was going on under the table.

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