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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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❝I am not a Valyrian Sex God.❞

part 03 | pucker up, buttercup

chapter summary:

[ The line of friendship dances in uncertain waters when you and Aemond play the fake dating game a little too well. Helaena reveals much more than meets the eye to Aegon, and vice versa. Oh, and Alys. Hi Alys! ]

[ 5,399 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— mostly fluff, a wee bit angsty, a little smutty - profanity, i swear a lot sorry too shhshs - no use of y/n - no gods, no kings, no betas.

a/n— thank you so much for the love this little fic is getting so far!! it truly warms my heart that you people enjoy my twisty, crackpot humour and my version of a modern au for these characters!! as much as i am grateful for george for making these characters and these stories, i have to say what propelled me to write is the beautiful community i found. truly, from the bottom of my heart. ❥ fandom is built on community. i would not have had the courage to start writing fanfiction again if not for ya'll. so thank you so much. for the consumers and the creators. you, us, are the beating heart of fandom. please take care of each other. + comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

"Please tell me I haven't inhaled so much drugs in my system that I am hallucinating our— and I say this with a lot love, okay you know what? No. Our Nasty Little Bitch of A Grudge Holder we call, lovingly, a brother, is not dating the hottest friend you have? Hel? The hottest friend you told me if I ever came anywhere near, you'd rip me a new asshole? How is Aemond's asshole still intact?? Or does our brother just have a gaping fun-house slide down there? Hello? Hellooo, pay attention to meee. This is so rude, why didn't I call Daeron?"

"Because Daeron knows nothing and I know everything?" Hel snorts, finishing up re-naming Aemond's contact from CURRENT DUMB BRO to NASTY LITTLE BITCH OF A GRUDGE HOLDER, before turning to Aegon on her laptop.

Like she predicted, Aegon is already pouting, leaning back on what Helaena remembers is their grandfather's rum-coloured leather office chair. In his office. In Oldtown.

After a quick stint in Ibiza, it seems Helaena's brother had found himself back in the country, and worse— back in their grandfather's office. Without him in it.

"Grandpa's going to kill you." Helaena snorts. "How'd you even get inside his house?"

"This is not the first time I have been faced with a locked door, baby sister."

"You broke a window didn't you?"

"I really, really had to piss."

She rolls her eyes. Hard. "You are a boy. You can literally just pee anywhere."

Aegon flutters a gasp and a hand over his chest. "Excuse me? I may have a penis, but that does not mean I have to be uncouth. For shame, Helaena. Also disgusting. But that's not why I called." He steeples his fingers as he leans forward, pressing his elbows against the nice mahogany desk. "What the fuck is happening over there? I'll be there by tomorrow and I'd like to know what the fuck is happening before I start—" he wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, " — shaking things up."

A dark look crosses Helaena's usually amiable pretty face that has Aegon leaning back. "If you do anything— and I mean anything — to ruin what I have going on, Mother may help you for I certainly won't. The Stranger will look like an old friend, Egg, don't you fucking dare."

"What the fuck," Aegon exhales, wide-eyed and horrified. "Have you been watching M. Night Shyamalan movies again?"

"No," she lies. "I'm doing this for my OTP."

"Oh my god, you're the one who roped them together?" Aegon strangles a sigh. "Lae-lae, we've talked about this. No matter how much you think they're cute, Aemond—"

"— Aemond and Alys broke up."

"Then they'll be together again before the weekend's out." Aegon rolls his eyes. "It's Aemond."

"Not like this." Hel shakes her head. "I got her to agree, Egg. And they're like... Gods, the pictures don't do them justice. They're magnetic. They make plans at the apartment, Aemond is there all the time— my OTP is happening."

"You are playing god between two people you care about."

"What else am I supposed to do?! They're obviously so hot for each other, and now that Alys is out of the picture, and she's there, right in front of him, Egg, you should see how it is between them. The energy. It's crackling. They have inside jokes, they're so comfortable with each other, and I will have the most beautiful nephew and niece—"

"—Helaena Targaryen," Aegon admonishes with finality. Hel quiets. Often times, the siblings forget Aegon is quintessentially the oldest sibling. They had never been close to their father's actual firstborn— the age gap is wide and there's just... too much complicated family fissures in between that it feels awkward, even when they're relationship is okay, to interact or consider Rhaenyra anything past a cousin you see every other holiday because you have to, much less now that their father's dead — so Aegon is their big brother.

And though they see it in bits, in flung comet pieces that you see preciously once every few hundred years— the vibe of big brother grasps the edges and reminds the younger siblings.

Sure, he's a dick. Sure, he's a whore. Sure, he's their mother's least and most favourite headache— but Aegon is their big brother.

"You cannot play puppeteer like this. This can blow up in their faces. And they care for each other. Their friends. If this blows up in their faces, it is going to hurt."

"I know that," Helaena says quietly, pout pinched but face mostly cleared. "You don't think I don't know?"

"I think you've already outweighed your chances and your choosing a possibility."

Helaena looks truly scolded at that point, and it juts a guilt down Aegon's stomach. But Aegon likes you. Maybe not like in the way that his brother likes you— in that intense, possessive way he gets with people and things he care about because there are so few of them — but he likes you. And he loves Aemond on a bad day, and likes him on a good one.

And Aegon knows, as a superior power about crashing and burning, that this is going to hurt both of you in ways that he truly doesn't think Helaena understands.

Because he isn't blind (as his brother) (bad joke?) (probably) to what he sees in Aemond's gaze when it looks at you. Sure it's possessive, sure it's the same way he looks at most people he keeps close to his heart.

But he was the one who saw how Aemond looked at you before Alys came into the picture. Before it morphed into nothing but platonic; morphed close to how he looks at Helaena. In that soft, I'm So Glad This Person Exists I Would Kill Literally Everyone For Them.

Aegon always thought he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Etch you into his skin until your shape is in red marks across white plane. He looked at you like I Would Kill Myself If You Asked.

It was the possibility of devotion dipped in insanity. Aemond had so few things, much less people, who so vocally, physically, and emotionally cared for him without addendums.

The only real reason he never did anything before was because you were Helaena's best friend. Helaena loved you. And he couldn't destroy that alongside the fact that you might leave his side.

And then Alys happened and that focal point moved.

Aegon knew his brother. Not as intensely, and maybe that's the reason he could see it. To see clearly past the intensity and recognise its edges. Aegon knew his brother in his marrow.

"When this crashes and burns—"

"If!" Helaena quips stubbornly. "If it crashes and burns. Come home. You'll see, Egg. Aemond just needs to see."

"And what if she doesn't reciprocate, Lae-lae? She's not hard to love, and this is Aemond." Even Helaena knows his feelings, once taken root in whatever form, can blossom.

Helaena smiles softly. "Come home. You'll see. I can see it. I've seen it. The possibility of them, and it's so pretty, Egg."

It's really not all that pretty, fake dating.

Maybe it could be, but Aemond Targaryen is such an ass.

"This is not like The Devil Wears Prada fashion montage," you grumble, pinching off the big, 60s, yellow sunglasses off your nose to glare pointedly at the man sat on lounge chair. "All the zippers and tugging— this is not as pretty! And I look ridiculous! I don't wear dresses like these, Aemy!"

"You don't look ridiculous, you look like my girlfriend." He makes his emphasis with an inch raised eyebrow and pouty lips twitching not to laugh. "That's the point, is it not?"

You make a drawl huff. It's not just that his words were right— that's what the past hour has been, roaming around all these big named fashion brands where the staff just knows Aemond Targaryen, if not just by him sauntering in with all the swagger of an asshole you'd walk the other side of the street to ignore, then by the flash of his black card (or three, 'cause what the fuck is money to Targaryens holy shit) — but the way he's sitting as he appraises every look he's chosen for you.

He's lax, as could be in his usually perfect posture, with his hips in the middle, and one leg braced down whilst the other is raised to his other thigh. A confident man's sitting position, with an arm over the length of the sofa, balancing a champagne a trying-to-suppress-her-giddiness staff gave him.

At your disapproved glare— down on your nose at him because you're standing over him, lording over him, as he's sitting down — and he's smirking up at you. As if the power dynamics don't shift by whoever is looming over the other.

Aemond doesn't need to stand to make you feel all fluttery with a smirk and a strong gaze against your body. His eyes gaze from the bottom of your heeled toes, slow, slow, slow, until it reached the top of your head.

Surely you've only imagined his gaze lingering on certain parts of you that now felt hot and tingly.

Surely.

"Plus," he continues with a hum. A sip of champagne. "Isn't this your idea?"

"Yes, but—"

"Didn't you tell me that I should prepare the kind of outfits that Aemond Targaryen's girlfriend would wear—"

"Yes, but I—"

He leans forward, taking pleasure in arguing with you, as he settles his elbows on his knees, pressing both of his feet flat on the tile. He's looking up, still, but his eyes are intense and the corner of his mouth is twitching from a grin he's trying to fight.

"And even when I told you that didn't matter, that whatever you wore would be fine, you insisted?"

"Because I thought it'd be fun!" you growl and he falls in faint, amused laughter. His eye is sparkling and there's a joy to him that makes you giddy. You truly have missed Aemond as you know him. "Because I wanted a fun dress-up montage, but nothing about this is fun! Why are you choosing so many goddamned zippers, and they're all so fucking tight?"

You plop beside him, stealing his champagne. Staff look away, trying not to ogle too much between you two. As you take sips of his drink, his hand, still over the sofa's arm, begin drawing idle circles on your exposed shoulders. It warms you and calms you down, melting further in the seat beside him.

"I liked the dresses," he finally murmurs. "The ones before this. The flowy fabric ones."

"Those are summer dresses," you say though don't know why.

"Hm," he hums. "You look pretty in them."

You look up at him and he's looking at you, a small smile on his face. The proximity is too near to be proper but not near enough if you're fake dating. You study his silver lashes and the scarred flesh.

"Thanks."

"We'll get them. Is that alright with you?"

You snort softly. "You're paying, Aemy. You can do whatever you want. Can't believe this is how your dates with Alys usually went."

Hatching plans meant unloading information about his former relationship with her. Going through their relationship so you could understand it better, better proportioned the good and the bad, and secretly, make him see the red flags that should jump out in clear, plastic red.

"Not at first." He's looking away now, but his finger is still drawing circles. There's a wistful tone to his voice, like seeing through a dream and a memory. "But when it got... bad, it seemed like the only time we weren't fighting was when we were in public. Almost subconsciously, whenever things got tensed, I'd offer to take us out. Do anything outside of our bubble. Money isn't an issue, and before Alys said she felt like a... cheap whore than a girlfriend, buying things for her, spending time looking through things to wear, to match almost, was safe."

"Gift Giving," you mutter with a nod. He turns.

"What was that?"

"A love language." He cocks his head. You sigh. "I mean it's stupid and not really theoretically accurate, but for fun, there's five types of love languages. People do this test thing and sort of box up the kind of love language you want to receive and what you give— but truly, in my opinion, a true kind of love demands all five for it to work."

He hums, intrigued. "And what are the five?"

"Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Acts of Service, Gift Giving. But, you know, all of those should be given by a partner, in increments they can do for you. There shouldn't be a boxed fixture of what your relationship could be."

You shrug, standing up and stretching. You don't see him looking at you in the way that he has been for the past few days, and he doesn't know the tingles and feelings you keep between a smile and a sigh.

"Love looks different for everyone but it should have the same concept."

"And what concept is that?"

You turn to him, smiling. "That if you truly love someone, you can try anything. Love doesn't demand things that you do for the simple reason that you love the person enough."

"Love can be complicated," he says, and he's not arguing, not really. He isn't begging for you to understand. He is simply saying.

"Love can," you agree. "As most things are complicated. But it doesn't have to hurt."

It's a boundary line, the way he blinks, remembering why you're here together, why he gets to touch you in intimate ways, why he gets to pay for clothes, why you spend this time with him. A jolt. A shock.

You don't press and he doesn't retreat. The line exists not just to remind, but to stabilise any projections. Any dangerous tones.

You simply smile, nodding at the time. "Dinner date, babycakes. We can't be late for reservations."

"We can be late for a few minutes," he says, remembering echoes of how Alys sometimes got late. It isn't really her fault; there are days when she's too busy at the law firm, too busy with a meeting or two, or still finishing up her makeup because she doesn't like going to dinner in her work clothes.

"Sure, but we're here together and I know how much you hate being late." You snort.

"I don't hate it."

"Sure, but you got that eye twitch you do when you're annoyed," you tease, tapping your own eye before you wink at him and skip away.

For the past few days since the bar incident, by your suggestion, you and Aemond had pour out the intricacies of how Aemond and Alys' relationship worked whilst hiding your true intention of making him see its faults and corners, and at the same time, continue on with the charade of dating him.

It's been a packed week or so, going to your shifts at the bar, meeting with Cregan once and a while (boy had been busy, and he found the entire thing with Aemond incredibly hilarious).

You answered no question mark in regards on who the hand was, only sent a winky face or a kiss blowing emoji. You continue to post minute representations of your no-longer-single status in brief intervals, making sure that you never name him. You never publicly give him a recognisable body.

But for those that knew, knew.

It really wasn't that hard. There were only so much pale, toned hands, so much body builds you can hide with your hand covering his general face that you can hide without people making smart guesses. There wasn't a lot of pale, toned people around you after all.

But in your refusal to name him, the question continues, and so does Alys silent observation of every post. The only story she had liked had been the very first one.

You often wonder what she thinks, before your mind is devoured once again with everything else.

To be fair, as often as you had both been seeing each other lately— and it has been the most often you have been seeing of him — there were still things outside of Aemond and Helaena plans. And Aemond still had UNI to focus on.

"You know, I often forget you're still in university," you say now, comfortably warm in Aemond's car. All fresh leather seat and crisp new car smell despite knowing that Aemond's had this unit now for at least a year. He maybe rich, but he knew what he liked and took care of them.

He shoots you a quizzical look before looking back at the road. The city is bathed in a gorgeous stream of oranges and pinks, tie-dying glass buildings and bustle of city roads. When you look at him, you smile softly at how pretty the light hits him.

"Why is that? Do I look that young?"

"Your vibe is so old man on a nine to three, cigar breaks by four, and whiskey sours by seven pm."

He makes a disgruntled sound at the back of his throat. You laugh. "I would like to think it's my altruistic classicism. A timeless endeavour."

"Sure, old man," you tease then sigh. "Reality is, I'm so much older than you. I'm hanging out with a child. On my free day. Is this what it means to reach low status?"

"I am not a child." His reply is sharp, cutting, almost offended.

"You're in college."

"And of legal age? You're only four years older."

"Oh, right."

"What?"

You smirk at his dark look. "You like 'em way older."

His face, much like his gaze, heats up. You're imaging it when the ride turns red, the car slows to a stop, and he is looking at your lips. Surely it was, because you got transfixed with the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. A slow, tantalising movement.

It feels like an eternity stretched within three seconds. The light turns green and both of you turn away.

Well, there's been that. A few times. But it doesn't mean anything. Aemond is in that transition of trying to rid himself of bad habits, of being freshly single once again, and you know he and Alys get in on frequently. This had been a conversation a few days back, on a couch, smell of grease and pizza around the room while Murder She Wrote played in the background.

"Wait, wait, wait." You sat up, folding your legs underneath your butt, and giving Aemond your full attention with a little 'o' in your mouth.

"Wait!" Helaena calls playfully from her sway to the bathroom. "Imma pee!"

"Take care, my beloved!" you call back, before turning to Aemond with a big, Cheshire grin.

"Can we not dwell on it?" He's flustered but is trying not to show it, looking back to the TV as if he understood why there's a body on the plane.

But wine has been had, spilled and shared, and it's enough for you to grab that fluster and the topic, and smirked.

"No, no, we will talk about it. We shall! We must! Do you mean to tell me that by the end of it, most of the time, you two were just boning? Is Aemy, one of my favourite people in the world, a Valyrian Sex God?? Oh my god??"

"I am not a Valyrian Sex God."

"Okay, girly pop, please." You raised a hand in a 'talk to the hand' motion and he was smiling at you, entranced and frustrated. "Women talk, Aemy!"

There was a flush and Helaena came back. Wine did things to Helaena, and she was stumbling and giggling as she flopped behind you, turning around and encasing you in a koala hug.

"Women talk, baby bro." Helaena nodded sagely. "Even I try not to listen, they talk, alas."

"And Alys has said those hips—" You pointed a j'accuse finger at his hips, then his mouth. "—and that tongue has done things that can make the Maiden blush."

Helaena groaned behind you're back, a slew of 'ew's escaping her mouth. And you were still being playful, teasing, but Aemond was looking at you, though scarlet, with a deepened expression.

And at that moment, both of you were thinking the same thing.

His chin brushing your thighs, your sighs like music to his ears, and his tongue making you scream.

Warmth pooled, twin expressions share a gaze. Hunger, desire, shame.

The connection was destroyed when Helaena abruptly jolted and fell down the carpet. Because she was holding onto you, you got pulled with her.

"Are you okay??" Aemond asked.

Hel gasped. "I thought I saw Bobby. I think I squished Bobby."

You shook your head. "You didn't. Bobby is spry. Bobby knows to move away."

Aemond's confused face peered down at both of you. "Who's Bobby?"

"The local spider that lives here."

"Of course." And he smiled.

You smiled back.

Helaena giggled beside you but when you ask her, she only shook her head.

And the silence that lulls in the car is like both of you reaching the very same memory and having to sit through the stifle of that drunken interaction about his sex life. He coughs, you let out a breathy giggle.

"I should admit something," he says, parking the car in front of the restaurant. Dusk is settling, sunset in bright red and orange turning to a cool blue and pretty lavender— and when you turn to him after getting out of the car, coddling your jacket close to your body, he looks nervy. Apologetic, almost.

"What? What'd you do?"

He bites his bottom lip. "I know something about this restaurant."

"I would assume. You chose it." Your eyes narrow, giving the black-out floor to ceiling windows a look. The Painted Table is lit up in a scrawled font on top of it.

You step inside, not bothering to turn to his call of your name, and is submerged by the restaurant's vibe. It's a darkened place with meaningful lighting but a casual air, a bar on the side, and an upbeat jazzy music dancing in the air — it looks good. The place smelled delicious.

Nothing about it sparked familiarity to you, but the anticipation from that look of guilt on his face brought you to a high-strung, so when he calls your name again, just behind you, you turn.

"Is this where you had your first date with Alys?"

He shakes his head. "No. No, but—"

"Aemond?"

The voice is familiar, and you don't stop enough to think before you're turning to the low, clear voice that's just a hint of husky, and Alys' green eyes go wide at your appearance.

She's dressed nice, dressed to go out in a black dress dipping low and fabric tangled around her body to show off her curves. Her inky hair was swept to one side and her mouth was bloodred.

Alys Rivers, owner of Aemond's firsts. The woman he seemingly can't let go off.

You smile. It feels fake. "Oh. Hi Alys."

Her shock staves off into a genuine smile that makes you guilty. "Hi, my love. I see you two are together. Always attached at the hip. Dinner?"

Before you nod— or maybe strangle Aemond — he comes forward, taking your hand in the process and lacing it. He's looking at her as if he's setting a challenge when Alys' eyes fall on your intertwined hands.

"Yes," he says. "We are."

"Well... that's good. This place is great. I—" Someone calls her name, she turns back. You shoot Aemond a withering glare you hope conveys how much you're going to beat his ass after this. She turns back, smiling still. There's a pinch between her eyes but it's gone by the third blink. "Well, I have to go. I'll see you both soon, okay?" She turns to you, stepping forward, not minding the Targaryen beside you. "Especially you. We haven't hung out in a while."

"That's true, I've missed you, you crazy witch." And she laughs and you smile, because you genuinely consider Alys to be one of your friends. Not maybe as deeply as Helaena's, or as close, but Alys was an amazing person and you enjoy her company.

Plus, right now the one you're angry about it solely the man holding your hand.

Alys turns to Aemond, and he stiffens. Between them is a complicated look. So many things unsaid, before her smirk softens. "It's nice to see you too, Aemond."

And she turns away, walking back to her table, to her date, when you tug him with you to the bar. As you order a dry martini, he speaks. Calm and soft.

"You're mad at me."

"You knew she was going to be here." You turn to him, arching an eyebrow, hating the way your chest pangs. "You stalked her and brought us here because you wanted to use me."

He shifts, face crumples at the word 'use' and calls your name in a plead. "It's not like that."

You snort, taking a sip of your drink when it arrives. "Don't lie."

"Okay. Yes, I did. I... I made an impulsive decision because I wanted to see how she could go on a date as if we were nothing." Bitterness cripples his words, the smirk on his lips is ironic and darkened in hurt. Your heart hurts for him, but you can't give him a pass just like that. He hurt you too.

"You could've told me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You would be okay with this?"

Your own smile is ironic and darkened by hurt. "You're already using me, Aemy. That was the deal I agreed, for Hel. It would at least lick the wound to have been in the know, and not, you know, got shot in the face with it."

At the first part of your tirade, he looked like he wanted to argue with the using part, but the realisation weighs him because it is true. To him, he is using you. And it's a cheap shot on your part because you were also doing this for him, out of your own free will.

You sigh when he turns away, guilt dipping low.

"You're such a dumbass."

He hums in agreement.

You're aware of a gaze from the tables, somewhere in the ocean of jazz music and chatter, Alys is looking, and you kinda wanna make this good for him. You were already here after all.

Your hand reaches his jaw, sliding across his neck until you reach his nape and fingers tangle with the baby hairs there. His hair had been wrapped into a bun. Sleek and fluffy.

He turns to you, to your touch, in shock. "What are you—"

"Try not to look so surprised," you whisper, stepping close to him until your noses are bumping. "We're supposed to be dating."

And then you slant your mouth against his.

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lostaurorax · 1 year

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breeder

pairing | husband!travis kelce x wife!reader

summary | travis, jason and donna are filming a new episode of the new heights podcast when the topic of breeding gets brought up and things escalate

warnings | indications of sex & breeding kink!!

authors note | i absolutely LOVE this man so i thought why not write a fic for him!!! lmk what u think and if u have any requests send them my way :)

travis, jason and their mom were all currently recording a new episode of the new heights podcast. they had gotten onto the topic of who donna would save if she had to pick between travis and jason.

“who do you actually root for? in the battle to the death..me versus travis who are you rooting for?” jason said as travis laughed in the background

“if you were on a boat and you were in the middle of the ocean who would you save- me or your father?” donna said trying to one up jason

“she just fucking threw it right in your face.” travis said

“that’s easy i would save you in a heartbeat! there’s no question on that! who would you save trav?” jason said wanting to hear travis’s side now

“you know what? dangnamit…”

“if you don’t act quick enough you’re gonna lose both of them you don’t have a choice!” jason said as serious as ever causing travis to laugh again

“all right mom answer the question, who you saving?” jason said

“life or death….” donna said as she sighed drastically

“if you choose me just know that both wyatt and elliotte will grow up without a father!” jason said trying to persuade his mother even more which just lead her to chuckle

“i’ve gotta start breeding…” trav said after not speaking for a bit

“please do not.” jason said

“more grand babies? that sounds like a great idea!” donna said ecstatic that she might get more babies

“imma find a breeder and i’m gonna get kids so that mom can love me again..” travis said causing jason to laugh

conveniently you had just gotten home and walked into the room immediately being seen on camera by jason and donna.

“speaking of breeders!! mrs y/n kelce has just entered the room.” jason said introducing you to all the people who were listening

“hi jay! hi momma how are ya?” you said as you sat on one of travis’s legs and leaned into his headphones so you could hear what everyone was saying

“hi hun! i’m doing well! you look stunning as usual..” donna said she had always been so sweet to you and you absolutely loved her

“aw thank you! what we’re you guys chattin’ about?” you said now turning around to look at trav but before he could speak jason did travis needs to breed you so mom can pick him over me..” jason said causing you and travis’s eyes to both go wide

“jason! that would not make me pick him i love you both equally!!” donna said trying to defend herself

“we’ll on that note! me and my wife are logging off goodnight everyone!” travis said as he heard jason laughing in his ear as he shut his laptop. he could hear him say something along the lines of “looks like their about to go breed your gran babies mom..”

after a few minutes of silence you turned around in travis’s lap to face him. “so…you want to breed me?” you said looking up at him

“baby it was just a joke i swear! unless you’re up for it…” he said when he noticed the smirk on your face and how your hips were rubbing over his growing boner “oh i’m down…”

“mm now that i think about it you’d look so fucking sexy with your belly all swollen with my baby inside.” trav said as he found your hips and placed you flat on his boner causing you to gasp “fuck just go ahead and breed me then…” you said rolling your eyes back as you felt his dick poking your clit through your shorts “shit you don’t have to tell me twice!!” he said as he stood up and threw you over his shoulder and ran to your shared bedroom. it was gonna be a long night of breeding.

#travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #nfl fanfic #travis kelce fanfic #jason kelce #chiefs

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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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Aegon Targaryen*Wrapping Presents

Modern!Aegon x reader

Christmas drabble

Warnings: pure fluff

Masterlist here

"No you're doing it wrong!" You pouted as Aegon tried to wrap the gift for his brother. Keyword being tried. "You need to smooth the side out first,"

"like this?" He asked as he did it wrong again. All you had to do was look at it and he could tell it was wrong. Aegon huffed as he sulked back in his chair, "this is why I buy gift bags,"

"Gift bags are so clinical looking though," you said as you finished tying a bow on your present to Heleana, "this just screams Christmas," you grinned at him.

Aegon rolled his eyes but smiled as he stood up and kissed your forehead, "okay fine but I'm gonna get a drink then try again okay baby,"

"It's alright I can wrap them," you said as you took the paper off of Aemond's gift.

"No," Aegon said as he scooped the gift out of your hand and began to bring it to the kitchen with him, "God help me I will do it I swear," he declared making you laugh at his antics, "You want some hot cocoa?"

"Oh yes please!"

Aegon did kind of wrap the gifts okay. It could have been far worse at least but you were proud of him for trying and glad you didn't end up the designated wrapper upper. Christmas day came and you woke up to kisses being peppered down your face.

"It's too early," you tried to protest but it came out as more of a laugh.

"Cmon I let you sleep in till 9," he pouted as he moved to lay half on top of you as his arms wrapped around your waist, "I wanna do presents," he whined as you groaned, "I even made you coffee,"

"Coffee?" You asked, sitting up slightly, "where?"

"In the kitchen," he grinned making you groan again but finally you gave in and got up.

You ended up sat by the Christmas tree with Aegon after a quick breakfast in the kitchen. He had already put on the new hoodie you'd got him, which you were definitely going to steal from him, and was buzzing about the new gaming head phones you got him plus the sticker pack you got so he could decorate his laptop and pc with them.

"You're turn," he said as he reached under the tree. The night before he'd put your present under it but he refused to let you even be in the room when he did and made a makeshift blanket barricade around it so you couldn't see.

"Ta da," he grinned and you gasped slightly when you saw the first box, "did it all my self,"

"Aegon it's beautiful," what you hadn't known was after failing miserably at wrapping his families presents he stayed up all night doing yours.

The boxes were wrapped in a vintage Santa wrapping paper with a thick green ribbon wrapped perfectly around and tied into a neat bow. "You have no clue how long that took me," he laughed.

"Aww I feel bad opening it," you pouted.

"Cmon do it! Tear that bitch open," he said, doing a drum roll on his thighs as you tore into the perfectly wrapped gift to get an even more perfect gift from the most perfect boyfriend.

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lloromanic0 · 4 months

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hiiii! i love ur writing and i saw you wanted more bill girlssss so here i am! do u think you could write a bill smut in his dread era (so underrated omg) ? thx🩷🩷🩷

Love all my Bill girls.

(Thank you so much for the request & for liking my writing!! I actually really liked writing this one.)

SMUT MDNI

Lil summary: needy Bill has been craving you for days.

He’s so majestic omfg

You sat on the bed with your laptop on top of you, you had a long essay to hand in till the end of the week. Since you needed total concentration for it you told your boyfriend, Bill, you needed some alone time.You had been working on it for the past 5 hours, your sweet boyfriend would sometimes come inside the room quietly to hand you another water or bring you some snacks and you couldn’t be more grateful for him.

With all your university work, and his life as a lead singer you hadn’t been having much time for each other and that was really messing with Bill, he didn’t want to make you mad or bother you but all these nights he had to spend with a aching boner for you were driving him crazy.

After 20 minutes your boyfriend came inside the room but this time he just sat on the edge of the bed looking at you. At first you thought he just wanted to be close to you even if you weren’t doing anything together, but the way he kept looking at you felt like it was something else.

“Bill? What is it mein Fürst?“ you asked.

He looked down has he played with his fingers on his lap.

“I just…really miss you..” he replied with a sad voice, you thought he was so cute like that.

“I can take a break if you want.”

His eyes lit up, those beautiful brown eyes you adored so much.

“Come sit next to me.” He crawled on the bed and sat down. You placed your hand on his thigh.

“Tell me about what you’ve been doing lately, I’m very sorry we’re not spending a lot of time together my love.”

Bill talked about the plans he was making with the band, how the practice they he had yesterday went, how he wanted to take you to this new cafe he saw, you just loved hearing him talk about anything.

“But at night…it’s when I miss you the most Y/N…”

“Why is that Bill?” You knew exactly what he meant, you heard him at night trying to get off quietly next to you, but his little moans betrayed him.

“I miss your touch and your body on mine..” oh god how cute was he so needy for you. You rubbed his thigh moving to the inner part. His already hard cock begging for you but a hand job wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him he needed more.

“Baby…let me fuck you please..” he never asks for it you usually just take the lead and he does whatever you want, he must be really desperate.

You just smile at him and lay on the bed.

“I’m all yours Billy.”

He gets on top of you, you could see his hard cock poke through his sweatpants as he lowers them to free his aching erection. He takes your shorts off along with your panties, he felt like your pussy was calling for him, he needed to be buried deep inside of you.

Using his hands he spread your folds rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit, his whimpers filling the room as you admired your beautiful boyfriend pleasuring you.

Just the rubbing of his cock on your pussy was enough to drive him crazy but he craved the feeling of being inside your warm hole.

He slowly and gently insert himself in you, making you get used to his cock, no matter how many times you had sex with him getting used to his huge length always took a little bit of time. After rocking his hips slowly for a few minutes, he picked up his pace in desperation, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, you hugged him tight making him feel safe in your embrace, as he kept fucking you passionately. This moment being what he had wished for the most this past weeks, being inside you having your touch for him, you paying full attention to him was all he needed.

“Am I- making you feel good Y/N?” He questioned, he loved hearing you reassure him.

“So good~ you’re being so good for me Bill…mhhm keep going just like that-“ You praised him.

Your kind words were all he needed to get sent over the edge, now slapping his hips deep into you in a way to reach the orgasm he so desperately needed, his thumb now rubbing your clit to help you reach your orgasm with him.

“Cum with me mhhmn- please Y/N.”

“I’ll cum with you baby~ aahh just- keep going for me.”

His hips now getting week and his legs trembling as he kept getting closer to his release, your moans now louder and more frequent,in a few seconds you came all over his dick, coating it in your wet juices, the erotic sight made Bill cum with a few more strokes, his thick seed coating your insides as he kept slowly moving his hips riding his orgasm and also making you enjoy yours a little longer.

As he slowly pulled out,his huge load he had been keeping inside him all these days, slightly dripped out of your hole,with his finger he pushed his cum back into you making you exhale sharply.

“Thank you for this meine Liebling.“ he kissed you once more “I really missed you…”

“I missed you to meine Schatz. Ich liebe dich.“ you replied smiling at him.

“Ich liebe dich mehr…“ he shyly replied.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x female reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel fanfic

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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First Kiss Since 1945 » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers x SHIELD Agent!Reader with Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Y/N is Steve’s first kiss since 1945.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

“Wait a minute. So you’re telling me that the guy who you threw your shield at has a metal arm?” You say, walking next to Steve.

“Yes.” Steve says.

“That’s fucking cool.” You say.

You’re a new SHIELD Agent and you were just tagging along with Steve and Natasha. This is most you’ve talked to Steve since you started working for SHIELD.

“So what is it we’re doing again?” You asked.

“We’re trying to figure out what’s on this hard drive Fury gave me.” Steve says.

“Oh ok.” You say.

When the three of you walked into a computer store, Natasha took the hard drive from Steve and put it in the laptop to see what was on it.

“Is there anything I can help you folks with?” A employee asks.

“Uhh…” Steve says, trying to come up with an answer.

“Me and my fiancée asked our friend to help us look up honeymoon locations.” You say with a smile.

Steve smiles and wraps his arm around your waist to make it look believable.

“Congratulations! Where are you two thinking about going?” He asks.

“Uhh…” Steve takes a quick glance at the laptop screen. “New Jersey.” He answers.

“My family has a cabin there and we thought it would be nice to go somewhere quiet and peaceful. Isn’t that right, baby?” You say, looking up at Steve with a smile.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve says.

“Well, I hope you guys enjoy your honeymoon. Let me know if you need anything.” The employee says before walking away.

You and Steve let out a breath that you guys didn’t even know you were holding. Steve’s arm left your waist and went back to his side.

“So you two are engaged and I’m helping you guys look for a honeymoon location?” Natasha says, teasingly.

“That was the first thing that came to my mind!” You say, slightly embarrassed.

Natasha chuckled and took the hard drive out of the laptop.

“Let’s go.” She says.

You guys walked out of the store and got on an escalator.

“Uh oh.” Natasha says.

“What?” Steve asks.

“HYDRA Agent.” She says, nodding her head towards the other side of the escalator.

You and Steve looked over and seen a HYDRA. Your guys’ eyes widened in panic.

“What do we do?” You asked.

“Kiss.” She says.

“What?” Steve says.

“Public Display of Affection makes people uncomfortable.” She says.

“I know that, but who’s kissing who?” You asked.

“We don’t have time for this.” Natasha says more to herself.

She put her hands on the back of yours and Steve’s heads and pushed your heads together to get you two to kiss. Both of you were caught by surprise. Steve placed his hands on your waist to make the kiss look real. Natasha ducked down, hiding on the side of you two. The HYDRA agent looked over to see you and Steve kissing and looked away.

“He’s gone. You guys can come up for air.” Natasha says.

You and Steve pulled away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Uhh Steve…” You say.

“Yes?” He says.

“Your hands.” You say.

“Oh right, sorry.” He says, taking his hands off of your waist.

The three of you walked in silence after you guys got off of the escalator and found a car.

“Doesn’t this count as stealing a car?” You asked, looking at Steve.

“We didn’t steal a car. We’re simply borrowing it.” Steve explains. “And get your feet off the dash.” He gently swats at your legs.

You giggled and took your feet off the dash.

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Was I your first kiss since 1945?” You asked.

“Yes.” He says, slightly embarrassed.

“What was it like to kiss Captain America?” Natasha asks, leaning in between the front seats.

“He’s a good kisser.” You say, looking back at her.

“You guys do know that I’m right here.” Steve says making you and Natasha giggle.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

#captain steve rogers #captain rogers #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans #chris evans characters #the avengers #avengers #marvel #captain america the winter soldier #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers imagine #agent!reader

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your-nanas-house · 5 months

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Broken stove

◇ Pairing: Step brother!Neil Lewis X Step sister!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dub-con, shared bed, pervy Neil, (different parents), shitty writing ('m sorry)

◇ Summary: The stove is broken and Y/n finds herself in her bed with Neil.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I honestly didn't like it at all...I could have wrote it better so I apologies, babies.

The room was cold, Y/n could almost see her warm breath just like in the living room but luckily for her, she was located in the room that held the heat the most in the house.

She had been under the covers for several hours now, she had distracted herself by watching movies on her laptop as she was still not sleepy and then ended up still awake after midnight.

It was time for her to try and rest a bit though, so she moved out of the covers, shivering to put the pink laptop on her nightstand. Exactly as she went back under her several blankets a soft knock at her wooden door caught her attention— her mother and stepfather were out of town so the only one in the room were her and her new stepbrother Neil.

He actually was the reason because they were in that situation, in the cold, freezing alone— Y/n knew she shouldn't have let Neil try to fix the stove and boiler, she would have called someone else.

The knocking came again, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts and peace of mind for the second time; the door opened slowly and her stepbrother's face appeared as he looked inside to see if she was awake

"What do you want, Neil?" She murmured still pissed at him and in a bit of annoyed tone since she didn't liked to have people in her room

"I'm freezing in my room" he replied quickly as he entered the bedroom and closed carefully the door as he approached her bed, earning a loud scoff from her

"And? Not my problem— you are the one that caused this mess." Y/n replied, frowing more when she saw him climb on the bed with her.

It wasn't a very large bed, she'd had one since she was a child and hadn't wanted to change it yet now that she was a young adult. The fact is that it wasn't a bed where two grown people could be comfortable in— thing that Y/n noticed immediately as Neil snuck under the covers with her, pushing her as he settled himself.

Her attempts to throw him out of her room or just kick him off the bed were not successful at all, so she just huffed making him some space as she complained

"That's all your fault, I swear if you snore I will kick you off the bed for real".

Neil just snuggled slightly, spooning her body in an attempt to warm himself

'Oh shut up, if you didn't wanted it you wouldn't have asked me to "repare" that thing for you' he though as he moved slightly closer, his arm resting on her hip.

Silence fell on the room, only a sliver of light coming through the window as Y/n had given up on arguing with Neil and was trying to sleep, eyes closed and regular breath— she was falling asleep.

"Are you already asleep?" Neil's voice interrupted her, making her open her eyes again.

Y/n didn't replied, listening to his rambling about some movies they could watch since he couldn't sleep, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

There was just something that kept pocking her from behind, that became more noticeable as soon as Neil stopped talking and the silent appeared again. Y/n was frozen in the little spoon position, fully concentrated to what she was feeling— that's when she noticed the light movement of Neil's hips and his increasing of breath.

She glanced slowly at him over her shoulder, trying to see through the dark— Neil's face was blushed, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as he kept his movements of his hips. That's when Y/n realised that he was grinding against her ass, in a search of a release like a perv.

Her body jerked quickly in an attempt to get away from him "What are you doing, perv!" squeals worried as his hands grabbed her hips to press her back in place, his hips pressed flat against her back as his boner kept rubbing between her asscheeks "God, Y/n—" Neil moaned.

Y/n's eyes were wide not, she kept breathing quickly as she tried to not let the coming arousal get her but with Neil's hard cock against her and his big hand on her tits— well, it was quite difficult.

After all they weren't related by blood, her mom met his dad just a couple of months ago.

Neil started to nibble at her neck, grinding faster before moving her panties to the side, checking how wet she was and nearly cumming in his own pants— Y/n was wet, so wet, and almost ready to take anything her stepbrother would give to her, while her fingers kept massaging quickly her clit.

Neil's cock's tip pressed against her entrance and with a smooth but quick motion he thrusted inside of her

"Neil, you can't—" Y/n tried to say, interrupting her sentence with a pinched squeal caused by her stepbrother actions— which made him release immediately inside of her when she came and clenched around him for dear life.

They both breathed heavily, Neil's soft cock stayed inside of her as he moved closer, snuggling in her in search of affection and care "oh Y/n—" he murmured as she stared at the dark wall, letting him sleep there.

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Barista to Sugar Baby {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 19.3k

Warnings: Sugar baby/daddy relationship, foot fetish, reader wearing high heels, fake dating, pool sex, unprotected sex, foot job, oral sex (female receiving), confessions

Comments: Coming to your coffee shop everyday because you have become the muse for his next script, Javi G offers you the deal of a lifetime. Becoming his sugar baby.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Pulling into the empty parking spot, Javi gets out of his Ferrari that he had shipped over from Mallorca. He grabs his laptop and notebook before locking the car and making his way to his favorite cafe. It’s small, relatively quiet for Venice Beach and it just so happens to have his latest muse working there: you.

He sits down at his regular table, opening his laptop and notebook ready to take notes when you come over, a smile on your face. “Hey stranger. Double espresso and a pan au chocolat?” You assume and he chuckles, nodding before you walk off to get his order. He watches you go, taking note of your gait and the sway of your hips. When you return with his coffee and pastry, you set it down and smile at him again, making his stomach twist. “One of these days you’re gonna order something different.” You tease, “and I’m still gonna get you that exact order out of habit.”

Javi laughs, enjoying the way that your eyes sparkle and the flash of your teeth as you smile. It’s genuine, not just a smile to get a larger tip. Although, you already know that he’s going to be leaving you a tip larger than the bill. While he didn’t understand American tipping, when in Rome…”And when you do, I won’t complain.” He teases back, flashing his own bright smile back at you, imagining this scene in the new screenplay he is writing.

“That’s a good thing. No refunds allowed here. Boss’s orders.” You joke, enjoy his scoff, knowing he’s witnessed your boss being an asshole to staff in front of the customers. You bite your lip, wondering if you should be rude and ask but the curiosity has been eating away at you. “What are you writing?” You ask, hoping he isn’t offended.

“Oh.” Leaning back in surprise, he looks down at the laptop and then back up at you. “I am working on my next script.” He explains. “I- write scripts- have written scripts and the last one did so well, I’m hoping this one does too.” He’s flustering slightly, well aware that he finds you very attractive and that the reason that he is here is so he can observe you for the character in his movie. “Have you seen Nic Cage’s newest movie?” He asks, wondering what you thought of it. Or if it had appealed to you.

You nod, “are you kidding? I love Nic Cage. I think I’ve seen every single movie of his…including the Croods.” You confess, a little flustered. “When I heard he had a new movie out, I was there at midnight. I can watch Peggy Sue Got Married over and over again.” You admit, having been a movie nerd while growing up, obsessed with the costume design.

Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect. “Really?” His eyes light up and grins up at you. “I love Peggy Sue Got Married. So the movie that Nic was in - I wrote that with him.” He tells you excitedly. “Javi Gutierrez, that’s me.” He doesn’t want to brag, but he is extremely excited that you know the movie and he can talk about it with you. Since parting ways with Gabriella - she didn’t want to stay in America - he has been surprised by his attraction to you.

Your eyes widen, “you wrote that? Wow. I- that’s incredible. You must love being around all the movie production and cast and -”

Your boss cuts you off, coming back over to you, “enough chit chat. You’ve got tables to clean.”

Your smile falls and you turn to look at Javi, offering him a small shrug. “Hey. Can I talk to you about some extra shifts?” You ask your boss quietly.

Javi watches you talk to your boss, not particularly caring for the way that the man was speaking to you. He was brash, too abrupt, making your eyes dim slightly. Your shoulders round, obviously not happy with what you are hearing and you nod meekly, a gesture Javi was very accustomed to when he was dealing with his cousin Lucas. You turned and went back to the kitchen, making him wonder what you had talked to him about that made you so sad.

You really need those extra shifts that your boss just denied you. You sigh, wiping away the errant tear that escaped before you compose yourself and head back out there, walking over to Javier’s table. “Would you like another coffee?”

Javi reaches out, touching the back of the hand that is on the table. “What is wrong?” He asks gently, seeing the distress underneath the happy smile you are trying to paint on. He knows that he’s just a guest in your work, but he feels like he’s gotten to know your spirit over the past few weeks.

You glance back over to see the manager has retreated back to his office and you sigh, deciding to confess to a somewhat stranger. “My boss won’t give me more shifts and I need them. Badly. I just - I want to go to art school for costume design - it’s what I moved here for - and now I can’t afford it. I am trying to make ends meet and put money aside but it’s hard.” You seem to deflate with the confession, feeling like a failure.

Javi has money, all of the fortune he had held. The courts determined that his money was separate from the ‘family business’ and didn’t seize it. His eyes widen and he knows he wants to help. “Let me help you.” He blurts out, swallowing when you look at him in surprise. “I can pay you.”

You immediately shake your head, “no. No. I- I can’t accept and I’m…I’m not that kind of girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with sex workers but I just - I don’t do that. I’m sorry. Plus I can’t accept your money.”

His eyes widen in horror as he realizes you think he was soliciting you. “No! No, nothing like that.” He promises, shaking his head vehemently. “Nothing sexual. I- I need dates.” He confesses, blushing slightly and looking around the cafe to make sure that no one is listening to your conversation. “I have a lot of meetings with people, studio execs and producers and I can feel them judging me when I come alone to dinner.” He explains. “I- want someone there beside me. Make conversation and laugh at my jokes.” He gives a small shrug. “I can pay you for that and I wouldn’t even ask for a kiss.”

You are surprised, wondering why this man has to pay to get a date when he’s so damn charming and handsome. “Why?” You blurt out and he frowns. “I mean, you’re smart and charming and sexy and I- I don’t understand…why me?” You ask, a frown on your own face as you wonder what he sees in you that makes him want you to be his escort.

“You are nice to everyone that comes in.” Javi tells you, flushing slightly at your insistence that he is sexy. You don’t know about his money or how much he has, so you aren’t just saying that. “You work hard and you always smile, even if you don’t want to.” He murmurs. “You deserve to have something good happen to you. You want to go to design school? I can help you.”

You bite your lip, unable to believe that he is interested in helping you. “I- I don’t - how can I -” You’re a little taken back that he noticed that bit about your smile. You lean closer, resting your hands on the chair in front of him. “I can’t accept your money.” You whisper, almost in shock with him offering to be so generous.

“Yes, you can.” Javi nods and looks down at his laptop. Reading the latest portions of the script that he had written about his character based off of you. “I want to help you. I can help you.”

You glance back at your boss, knowing he won’t give you any more shifts. “Can I think about it? Give you my answer tomorrow? I just - it’s a lot to accept and I don’t want to take advantage.” You wring your hands together.

Javi nods quickly, not wanting to push. In the end, it was up to you to determine if you were comfortable with it. “Absolutely.” He agrees, reaching in his pocket for a pen and scribbling down his phone number. “If you have questions, you can text me.” He offers as he slides the paper across the table. “If not, I’ll be here tomorrow for another day of writing.” He assures you. “Although if you say no, I won’t be upset.”

You nod, appreciating that he isn’t mad at you. You smile, deciding to get him another coffee before he leaves. “I- I’ll give you my final decision tomorrow.” You nod, walking off to get him another espresso.

Javi tries to go back to his writing, he does, but he’s too consumed by the idea of what he can do for you. Opening up another document and starting to outline things that he would be responsible for if you agreed to this arrangement. Here in the states, it’s called a sugar baby/sugar daddy arrangement. Quickly typing out ideas. Of course everything needed to be approved by you, but he’s sure that you will be shocked. Maybe even argue a little, but he’s wealthy enough that it won’t hurt him.

The next morning, you arrive at work, anxious and nervous to see Javi today. You are going to tell him no, you can’t accept that kind of money. Starting work, you serve customers, getting their morning brew and food, and your boss calls you over with a harsh shout of your name. You walk over to him, confused, and he shakes his head. “You gave that woman a double shot of espresso while she only paid for one.” He crosses his arms, waiting for your explanation.

“She’s a regular here. She comes in at least three times a week. I just - I wanted to reward returning customers. I can pay for it from my tips.” You tell him, knowing that the $1.00 for the extra shot won’t kill you.

“That’s it. I can’t deal with your ‘special treatment’ of customers anymore. You’re fired.” He says with finality.

“Fired? Why?” You argue back, confused and pissed off.

“Because you’re draining my business dry. Go get your shit. You’re done.”

Your shoulders slump, knowing there’s no use in arguing. You are fucked though. Your rent is due tomorrow and this shift was gonna give you the last amount you need to pay it. Taking off your apron, you toss it into the locker before you grab your purse, making your way out of the café when you literally bump into Javi who was making his way to see you. “Oofff. Sorry!” You grunt, stepping back from him. He frowns, glancing at your purse at the café, then back to you.

“Where are you going?" He asks you.

“I am going home. I just got fired.” You shake your head, tears stinging in your eyes from your defeat.

“Fired?” He crinkles his brow and shakes his head. “Why the hell would you be fired? Half the customers in the café come because of you.” He had noticed a lot of the regulars were there because of your sunny attitude and warm smile. The way you remembered their names and made them feel special. You shake your head, give a small shrug and he hates seeing you about to cry. “Come, let me buy you breakfast somewhere else?” He offers. “You shouldn’t drive while you are upset.”

You nod, wanting to give yourself some time to forget about your financial woes. You swallow harshly, letting him guide you towards his car. “Oh wow. It’s - it’s beautiful.” You don’t even want to touch the paint of his bright red Ferrari but he opens the door for you and helps you in. You settle into his car, admiring the pure luxury as he gets into the driver's side. “I’m sorry about this. I’m sure you just wanted to go to your usual place for your coffee.” You tell him as he begins to drive.

“Don’t worry about that.” He shakes his head and tosses you a grin after he stows his laptop bag. “You can be waited on for a bit.” He wants to make you smile, give you a bit of brightness since you are so upset. “Where do you want to eat? Or should I pick? It’s my treat.”

“There’s this cute breakfast place a few blocks away. I used to go there all the time when I first moved here but now I can’t afford it. I mean, I can pay for myself today.” You correct yourself, not wanting him to think you’re taking advantage. You know his offer is still on the table but you are hesitant, not wanting him to think you’re a gold digger.

Javi starts the engine before he looks over at you. “It is just good manners that when a man asks a woman out, he pays for her.” He insists quietly. “Please, let me show you some brightness today.”

You smile, knowing he’s being sincere. “Okay. I appreciate it.” You offer him a soft smile before you look out of the window, trying to stop yourself from staring at him. He’s far too handsome for this to be real. He wants to pay for your school while you go on dates with him. Not even requiring a kiss. It’s too good to be true. He pulls up outside of the restaurant and rushes around to open your door, taking your hand to help you out of the low car. “Thank you.” You say once you’re standing, and your hand tingles from where he��s still holding it.

“You are welcome.” Javi guides you into the café and you are quickly seated in a cute little spot. The place is obviously popular and he grins when he sees mimosas on the menu. That should help you relax and hopefully make you feel a bit better. “I don’t know about you, but I think when you get fired, you should drink mimosas.” He tells you. “With plenty of water so you don’t get dehydrated of course.” He adds with a chuckle. “What do you think? Pomegranate mimosas or Mango Strawberry Bellinis?”

You giggle, “the pomegranate mimosas sound incredible.” You don’t remember the last time you indulged in a brunch and you can’t help but imagine doing this every Sunday with the man in front of you. God, he’s so charming and funny. You know you could easily fall in love with him and that’s what worries you about accepting his offer.

“So…is your offer still on the table?” You ask after you’ve eaten your food. Your belly is full and Javier has been nothing but friendly and so goddamn wonderful.

Javi perks up, wiping his mouth after his last bite and nods. “It is.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the paper he had printed last night. “All of this is negotiable and of course completely up to you, but this is a rough outline of what I meant.” He explains as he hands you the paper.

You stare at the paper after he hands it to you. The total monthly amount is staggering, more than you make in a year. “Javi. This is- this is more than I need for school.” Javi nods, “it’s for school and living. I need you to be available at all times so you won’t be able to get another job. I can pay for your living expenses.” He confirms and you frown, “this is more than what my apartment costs for six months let alone a month. I only live in a studio. I- wow. You’re serious about this?” You ask him, wanting to make sure this isn’t some kind of job.

“Absolutely.” He doesn’t mention that this will allow him to get to know you even better, to dive into the characterization that he wants to mold after you. “I will take you shopping for any dresses you will need, anything that you really want.” He adds, knowing that it will appeal to someone who wants to go to design school.

“Like Pretty Woman? Does that make you Richard Gere?” You joke, knowing this is crazy but you’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity. You’re getting nowhere fast and Javi may be your saving grace. It doesn’t hurt that you’re attracted to him. He chuckles, loving your movie reference. “That makes you Julia Roberts.” He responds with a wink and you lean closer, “just minus the sexy bath…unless you want that.” You tease, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

He bites his lip. Of course he would want the sexy bath scene from Pretty Woman, you are gorgeous. But he would never want to make you uncomfortable. “That would be completely up to you.” He promises. “I meant what I said, I don’t require you to give me anything beyond your time.” He reaches out and takes your hand gently. “I believe in keeping my word.”

You look down at his hand holding yours, a smile appearing on your face when you realize how safe you feel around him. “Okay. Okay. I - I want to do this.” You declare, squeezing his hand and you can’t believe this man is going to change your life.

“Fantastic!” Javi’s smile feels like it’s going to split his face. He lifts your hand and brushes the back of it with his lips, hoping you don’t mind that kind of contact. “Give me your information and I will transfer your monthly allotment right away. Let you get settled.” He lets go of your hand when the check comes and reaches into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out a black credit card.

You have seen a few of those cards in person when rich people would come into the cafe or their assistants would come in to get coffees using their card - that was the most occuring. "Thank you for lunch. It was delicious. I haven't eaten anything that good in a while." You admit, opening your phone to get your bank details for him. It has a pitiful amount in there so you hand it to him, flustered and embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He catches the look on your face and shakes his head, quickly copying your banking information down so he can transfer the money to you. “I do not judge someone based on how much money they have.” He tells you as he sets up the transfer. “It’s about the type of person they are, and you are beautiful, inside and out.”

You take your phone once he’s gotten what he needs and you smile at his words. “Thank you. I- I know this isn’t - I know this isn’t conventional but I just want to say thank you for doing this. For choosing me.” You stand up, leaning over the table so you can kiss his cheek, brushing your lips against the stubble before you settle back in your chair. “Does this mean I have to call you my sugar daddy?” You tease, trying to calm your racing heart.

Javi chuckles, hitting send and watching the transaction go through. “Now you can.” He promises, sending you a small, playful wink. “Let me know if it’s not enough.” He instructs. “And we will go shopping sometime this week for some outfits for dinners.” He tells you. “This money is for you and your school. When we are together, you don’t even think of paying for anything.”

“I’m sure it’s enough.” You scoff, unsure of why he seems so adamant on giving you more than you need. “Okay. You get final choice on the clothes as I need to know where we are going so I can dress appropriately. I - I just hope I’m up to this.” You tell him.

“You’ll be perfect” he promises you, loving how sincere you are in your emotions.

Javi checks his watch again, dismayed that only another minute had passed. Today is the first time he’s taking you out shopping. A dinner tomorrow night is planned and he’s honestly eager to hear how getting enrolled in school has gone. He plans on spoiling you, manicures and pedicures to start and then finding some perfect outfits.

You rush out of your studio apartment, walking towards Javi’s Ferrari that looks out of place in this part of town. He gets out to open your door, looking a little relieved to see you. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to pick out a nice outfit which seems dumb since we are going shopping but I didn’t want the store workers to look down on me and I- sorry I’m rambling.” You cut yourself off. “Hi Javi.” You say softly, wanting to start again.

“Hi.” He gives you a smile before he glances back at your building with a frown. “Please tell me it’s safe on the inside?” He asks softly. He’s not judgmental, but your neighborhood is rough looking, and he hates to think about you in danger.

“It’s as safe as it can be. Thankfully I haven’t had any issues. It’s been okay. I’ve - it’s all I can afford.” You admit, noticing his frown. “Come on, sugar daddy. Let’s go.” You change the subject, getting into the car before he closes the door.

Javi rushes around the car and climbs in beside you. “I have a wonderful day planned, tresor.” He promises. “We are going to start off with pedicures and manicures.” Starting the car, he shoots you a grin. “Ready?”

You nod, excited as you look down at your nails. You weren’t allowed to wear polish at the cafe because your boss wouldn’t allow it so to be able to get a manicure has you exuberant. He speeds away from your curb , a smile on his face as he drives along the street. When you arrive at the salon, it’s probably the most expensive one you’ve ever seen, polished marble and gold accents everywhere.

“I go here.” Javi admits, flushing slightly. “I like the way they do spa pedicures.” He gets out of the car and walks around the front to open the door for you. “They even serve cocktails while you are in the chair.” He doesn’t admit that he can’t wait to see your feet all polished up and smooth. Never wanting to scare you off. It’s honestly something he’s never admitted to anyone.

You can’t help but grin, excited to try this. You admire the fact that he gets pedicures. Self care is important, no matter who you are. You let him guide you towards two awaiting staff who greet him to showcase that he’s a regular. “Come on sweetie. Let me show you to your chair.” The woman smiles, guiding you over to the plush looking massage chair. You follow her, sending Javier isn’t too far behind you and once you’re seated, she goes over the color choices.

“What do you think I should get?” You ask Javi.

“Whatever color you want.” Javi insists, although his eyes fall on the bright, cherry red that on the display case. “I never get polish.” He tells you with a grin. “I wouldn’t know where to begin on that, but the hot stones are a must.”

You notice his eyes drop to the cherry red. You are here for him after all so that’s the one you pick. “God, that sounds good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a massage of any kind.” You realize how your words sound and you flustered, the ladies giggling and Javi bites his lip to smother his smirk.

“We can arrange a leg massage, dear.” She quips and you nod, “thank you.”

He’s beaming, happy that you chose the color he loves. “We will have to arrange a spa day.” He offers. “Massages and steam rooms, hot stones and acupuncture.” He follows you over two the two chairs they indicated and starts to take off his loafers and roll up his pants. “It is my job to spoil you.”

You don’t argue with him this time, knowing it’s useless because he’s going to spoil you. That’s what sugar daddies are for. “Thank you.” You reach for his hand after you take your shoes off and settle into the chair beside him. He kisses the back of your hand and your heart thumps. “Always, tresor.” He winks and you remind yourself that he isn’t dating you. He just wants company.

Javi can’t help but stare at your feet for just a moment. Beautiful arches and toes. Stunning feet that he wants to touch. “What kind of heels do you prefer, tresora?” He asks as they start to run the hot water for you to soak. “I feel like you would have a favorite shoe.”

You bite your lip, pondering the question for a moment before you have your answer. “Stiletto sandals. Something about them just finishes off a dress. Jimmy Choo does these sandals that are diamond encrusted and God, they are $4000 but so so beautiful. Truly, they are art. Fashion should be art. I also believe affordable, well made and designed fashion should be available to everyone. Not just the rich and famous.”

“That is what you want to design?” He asks curiously, knowing he’s going to buy you that pair of Jimmy Choos. “Affordable fashion?” He’s intrigued by the idea, not that he gave much thought to what his clothes cost, he didn’t care as long as they were comfortable. You nod and he hums. “It sounds good, as long as it is comfortable.” He tells you with a smile. “I hate clothes that you can’t wait to strip off because they are uncomfortable.”

“I want a lot of things.” You confess while soaking your feet. “I want to design affordable, sustainable fashion, but I also want to design costumes. That’s my ultimate dream. To be a costume designer for the big movies? It’s why I moved out here. My ex said I was an idiot to chase my dream. Refused to move with me from our small town so I moved alone and I am glad I did. It’s been a struggle but if you don’t have a dream, what do you have?”

“Yes, yes!” Javi bobbles his head excitedly. “Exactly! You must have dreams.” He squeezes your hand where he is still holding it, almost forgetting he had been until that moment. “My family thought I was crazy to want to make movies, when we had…the family business, but I didn’t want that life.” He’s going to tell you, he just wants to wait a little longer before he tells you all about the family skeletons in his closet. “My ex could not stand leaving our island, so I had to make a choice.” He gives a small shrug. “So I am here, with you right at this moment. And I don’t regret it.”

You realize he’s still holding your hand and you fluster, gently taking your hand from his grip. “Where are you from?” You ask with sincere curiosity.

“Mallorca. It’s a beautiful island. You’d love it. Beaches, beautiful blue sea, little villages. It’s my home.” He grins, clearly still in love with his homeland.

“I’d love to go.” You sigh dreamily, imagining you and him walking along the beach hand in hand.

“You will. One day.” He vows, knowing he’d take you there tomorrow if you’d let him. You try to not believe him, knowing this arrangement isn’t forever.

“God, this feels good.” You moan when you put your feet in the hot water. “I’ve missed having a bath. My apartment only has a shower and my parents house has a bath so I’d soak a lot. Miss that.” You sigh, wiggling your toes.

Javi shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. The idea he had when he saw your building solidified even more in his mind. “Move in with me.” He blurts out. “I have more than enough room, you could have your own suite with a soaker tub.” He assures you, not wanting you to think he expected you to sleep in his bed. “My house is gated and there’s a security system. I’m going to worry about your safety in that building”

Your eyes widen at his request and you are surprised by the suddenness of him wanting you to live in his home. He barely knows you outside of you serving him coffee. “I- you want me to- Javi. It’s - it’s too much.” You shake your head and he squeezes your hand again.

“Please. I want to take care of you. I don’t want to worry every night about your safety, tresor.” You stare into those dark eyes, knowing that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, your pride and stubbornness can’t prevent you from enjoying this luxurious blip in your life.

“Okay.” You smile, “okay. I’ll move in.”

He blinks, having anticipated you turning him down or needing to think about it. “Great!” Javi breaks out into a relieved grin. “That is great, we can have you things moved in and you can decorate however you want. There is a bed in there already but you might want your own.” He rushes out. “We can get you a lock for the door if it makes you feel more secure. Plus I have a pool and a movie theater and all of Nic Cage’s movies.”

His enthusiasm makes you giggle. “I trust you Javi. I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. You have a good heart, I can tell. As for the Nic Cage movies, I want to watch Con Air first. You are - you’re my fairy godmother, Javi. My saving grace. I just - I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

He beams, grinning at you like you just handed him his favorite ice cream. “Just study hard and create your fashion line.” He insists, winking at you. “And let me spoil you before you are bored at social events and have to kick me to keep me awake.” He jokes happily.

You chuckle, "I will have to think of new ways to keep you awake." Your teasing makes him bite his lip and the urge to kiss this sexy, goofy, generous man is almost overwhelming but your pedicure distracts you when she begins to massage your foot. "Oh shit. That feels good." You moan, unable to stop yourself.

Javi’s cock twitches in his pants and he looks down to watch as the technician expertly massages your foot. Biting down harder on his lip as your toes curl and he loves the little whimper that you can’t help. “Feels good, tresor?” He hums, his throat suddenly dry and he barely even feels his own technician start to massage his foot.

You nod, eyes closing as you lean back in the seat. “So good.” You enjoy the massage, not noticing the dark look in Javi’s eyes. You relax fully, letting yourself enjoy the experience and soon, the tech is painting your nails the bright cherry red Javi liked. “You like the color?” You ask him, wanting him to be happy with it. You are his now to dress up. Almost like a real life barbie doll.

“Perfect.” Javi’s voice is a little rough and he covers it by taking a sip of his drink, noticing that you had finished yours as well. “Do you want another drink while they do the manicure?” He asks, willing to give you whatever you want. His eyes are still watching as the lady expertly applies the polish and places the curing light over your bluffed and scrapped toes.

"I'll have a water if that's okay?" You ask, knowing that you've had quite a few drinks and he is looking more and more kissable with each moment that passes. You can't believe a woman didn't want to be with this man and returned to their homeland. She must've been insane. He nods, "of course, tresora." You are soon seated for your manicure, deciding to go with the same color since Javi seems to love it.

Javi is seated next to you, grinning at the array of options you are being presented with and you turn to him to see what he approves of. “If you want the nails instead of a manicure, you can do that too.” He insists as his own technician starts to work on his cuticles. In horrible shape after biting his nails while working on the script. “You decide.”

You bite your lip, considering it, and you have never had long nails before, always keeping them short for work. You look at your hand and then back at the tech. "Let's do it. I want some claws." You joke, making her giggle, and she gets to work on your cuticles. "How often do you come here?" You ask Javi as he sits next to you at his own station.

“For me? At least once a month.” He says, looking over at you. “It helps keep me from biting my nails for a bit.” He grimaces and holds up the hand the technician isn’t working on. “Until I start again.” He rolls his eyes and lays his hand back down. “They insist twice a month might be better but I always feel slightly intimidated coming in by myself.” He looks around and leans in to lower his voice. “A lot of women wonder what the hell I am doing here.”

You scoff, "they shouldn't. They should be impressed that a man is taking pride in his appearance. My ex would barely shower, let alone get a pedicure. God, he would never ever get that and his feet-" You shudder at the memory. "I think it's great that you take care of yourself. It shows." You wink at him.

He can’t help but preen slightly, having gone a long time without a compliment from a beautiful woman. “Tell me tresor, what attracted you to this ex?” He asks curiously. Both for himself and for the character he was molding after you. “It seems like he did not have much to appeal to.”

You shake your head, "I was younger. Right out of high school and he was the star footballer. I was honored that he was even talking to me. We got together, he was my first everything. I was very awkward in high school, I didn't go to dances or on dates. I just studied and worked hard to get into college. I was going to leave for college the summer I met Jason but I stayed because my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer and Jason, he was there for me while my dad went through treatment. So I stayed and before I knew it, it was years later. I settled and one day, I woke up and decided that it was enough. It was time to chase my dream. So I told Jason and he said he didn't want to go with me so I left him. After I got here, I found out he'd been cheating on me with the girl who worked in the bar we would go to." You roll your eyes, "I wasn't sad when I heard that. I was relieved that I'd made the right choice."

“He was an imbecile.” Javi scoffs, shaking his head. “Although I am glad he didn’t come with you. So I could meet you and you would accept my idea.” He flashes you a smile. “Tell me about school. You must be excited to get started.”

You've never had a man so interested in your interests. Jason would just sweet talk you until you'd let him fuck you. Even if the man barely managed to make you cum. "I am so excited. It's all I've wanted to do since I arrived in L.A. I have my orientation next week since the semester starts soon and I am so freaking excited to be working with the professors. Some of them were costume designers."

“That is good.” Javi nods, sending you a smile. “When we are at dinner, you should make contacts. We will be meeting with a lot of important people. It will be good to know them when you are ready.” He hadn’t really thought of that before, but Nic had assured him that the way is paved in people who know people. “It could be a perfect starting point for your career as a costume designer yourself.”

You know he’s right. If he’s meeting producers and big movie execs, it could be your chance to get a foot into the door. “Seriously Javi, I don’t know how to thank you.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“Enough thanking me. Just enjoy yourself.” He urges and you nod, letting yourself relax again. Once your nails are done, you show them to an awaiting Javi who grins and takes your hand to kiss the back of it. “Stunning.” He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and you fluster when the woman says “you make such a beautiful couple.”

He can see your hesitancy, unsure of how to answer since the two of you are not ‘together’ in the traditional sense. Instead of explaining to someone who will be seeing you again, Javi just smiles. “I am a lucky man, aren’t I?” He coos, kissing your hand again. “She’s beautiful, smart and one day - she will be a renowned Hollywood costume designer.” He tells her with absolute certainty before he lets go of your hand so he can pay for the spa trip. He handles the bill and pulls out cash to tip them. “I learned from you that cash in tips was better than adding it to the bill.” He credits you with a grin.

You grin back, proud that you have influenced him like that. Sometimes people with money can forget the small things in favor of convenience and you know it’s hard to adapt to helping people. “Come on, it’s shopping time then lunch.” Javi declares once you’re all paid up, his hand in yours as he guides you back to his car, opening the door for you.

Javi drives you over to Rodeo Drive, expecting that you would appreciate the irony of the Pretty Woman famous scene. “Where would you want to start?” He asks as he pulls into the valet station.

You are in awe of Rodeo Drive, having only driven past it on your way to somewhere else, and your eyes widen as you think about where you want to go first. You take Javi's hand as he ushers the valet away after he opens your door, wanting to be the one to help you out of the car. "Can we go to Carolina Herrera?" You ask, wanting to go for good quality classics.

“We can go wherever you want.” He promises as he starts to guide you towards the storefront you wanted. “Every shop here, if you wish.” He doesn’t have any limit on what he’s willing to buy you and he can have it delivered to his house if you buy too much to fit in the car. “Shall we see what their newest lines have out?”

You practically squeal, unable to believe you're even going into the store let alone actually trying something on. You feel a little underdressed as you walk in the store, the assistant stepping forward to greet Javi, her eyes immediately noticing his clothes, shoes, and Rolex. "How can I help you, sir?"

“My beautiful tresor wishes to browse and see if there is anything that interests her.” He tells the woman with a warm smile directed towards you, followed up by a small wink. “Whatever she wants.”

The woman's eyes flick over to you and she can immediately sense that you haven't been in a store like this before. "Very well. What are you looking for?" She asks you.

"Dresses. Uh, evening wear." You tell her, "preferably want silk or cotton. Sweetheart neckline or square suits me best. Nothing too short. A slit in the leg would be appropriate and I want it to be fitted once I find something I like. Do you have tailoring services?" You ask, knowing you sound a little demanding but this is your element, you know your stuff and it shows when the woman widens her eyes.

"Yes. Yes ma'am. Would you like to follow me to the dressing rooms and I will pick some options that I think will work for you."

You glance back at Javi, "you coming with me? I need a second opinion."

Javi nods, happy you want him to be a part of the process and follows you back towards the very luxurious dressing rooms. There is a large area in front of the rooms and comfortable seating for guests as they wait. “You know what you want.” He hums when the sales associate rushes off to start pulling dresses. “I find that admirable. I just choose what catches my eye when I am shopping for myself.”

“I know what works for me. All part of the design. The fabric. It all works to make you look good. It’s not about the size, it’s about the structure. Some things you’ll need to go two sizes up in and people hate that idea but if it fits you right, you’ll look even better and no one will know the size except for you.” You explain, watching the woman bring the dresses in.

“Take a seat sir. Ma’am. This is your dressing room.” She escorts you into the large room and you pick the beautiful red dress that matches your nails.

“I want to try that one first.” You tell her and she nods, “very good choice.” Once you’re in the dress, she guides you out so you can look in the mirror and show Javi.

You take Javi’s breath away when you step out, standing and clearing his throat as he moves towards you. “You look….magnificent.” He decides, looking you up and down. “Those shoes you were talking about would make it perfect.” His cock twitches at the idea and he nods. “Yes, absolutely yes.” He insists. “You must get this one.”

He takes your hand and spins your around and the price tag is under your arm. You let go of his hand so you can look at the tag. “Javi. This is - this is more than a year’s rent for my place.” You shake your head at him, knowing he is gonna argue.

“Don’t worry about that.” Javi shrugs off the price. “Only be concerned about liking it or not. If you don’t like it, don’t get it. However, I can afford it.” He doesn’t tell you he can afford a closet full of them, knowing you will feel like you are greedy. “All I care about is you being happy.”

You can’t help it. You surge forward to press your lips to his cheek. “Thank you. I- I can’t say thank you enough.” The woman watches in fascination and understanding about what is going on between you and Javi. “Can I try the black one on next?” You ask.

Javi grins and rubs his cheek gently where you kissed it. “Try on all of them.” He urges. “I’m sure our associate won’t mind the commission.”

The woman nods enthusiastically. “Not at all. Come on ma’am, let’s show you what else is available.” She guides you back into the changing room and you come back out in the black dress. It’s tighter than the first and hits mid thigh. You want to tug it down as you walk out to the mirror. “I think this one is too short.”

“If you are not comfortable in it, then don’t get it.” Javi agrees, making the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. Most men who come in to buy women clothing want it to be as short and as tight as possible. To flaunt the beautiful woman they have on their arms. “We have other dresses that are similar in style but come to the knee.” She offers, wanting to make sure her commission is as big as possible.

“Let’s try that. It looks beautiful on you but I want you to be comfortable.” You offer him a sweet smile and the woman guides you back to the dressing room and tells you she will get the longer one. After several outfit changes, you decide on a few dresses you think will work for any dinners you need to attend with Javi. He doesn’t let you come with him to pay, telling you to decide where else you want to go, and he arranges to have the clothes sent to his house. “Shoes next.” He tells you, guiding you into Jimmy Choo after you decide where to go.

Javi’s eyes light up when he sees the elegant heels in every type of style and color. This is what he had personally been looking forward to. “Where are the ones you were talking about?” He asks, looking around at all the possibilities. “You must try them on and see how they live up to your expectations.”

You bite your lip, knowing you can just try them on and not buy them. You glance around and spot them in the back, a light on them to showcase the sparkle. You gasp, walking over to them, and you swear you’ve never seen something so beautiful. “Wow.” You whisper, half tempted to touch them.

“May I help you?” Someone who is obviously a store manager rushes towards you, protective over the shoes and Javi smirks.

“Yes, we would like to have my beautiful lady try on these shoes.” He rattled off your shoe size to the woman, having guessed perfectly. “And any other that catches her eyes. Including those.” He adds, pointing to the black four inch strappy heels that had caught his own eye. “I will help her put them on.”

Your heart thumps at that, anxious to feel his touch any way you can before he gets bored of you. You know it would be easy to give in and fuck him but you want to know him first. You are escorted over to the seat and the store manager rushes off to get the shoes you are in love with.

Chuckling quietly, he kneels down in front of you and reaches for your left ankle. “I believe we may have made their day.” He teases as he slides the sandal you are currently wearing off. Caressing the delicate bone on your ankle and pressing firmly on your heel like the pedicurist had earlier.

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips and you watch him as he caresses your ankle. The moment is soon interrupted when the store manager comes back over with the boxes and takes out the most expensive shoes you’ve ever seen. “I’ll put them on.” Javi reminds her, taking the shoe and he undoes the strap before he grabs your ankle, sliding your foot into the shoe. You’re breathless, both from his touch and the shoes as he does the strap up.

Javi can’t help but make sure he touches as much of you as he can. Cock twitching and hardening in his pants as he slides the shoes on and straps them to your feet. They look gorgeous and he already knows that he’s buying them for you. Just as long as they fit right. He does the other one and looks up at you. “Time to see how they feel.”

You hesitantly stand up, unable to believe how tall the shoes are and you wobble a little before you find your footing. “Oh wow.” You look down at the shoes, in awe of the design and craftsmanship. “What do you think?” You ask Javi.

“They look magnificent.” Javi breathes out, loving the way they look on you. “How do they feel? Walk around in them so you can tell.” He orders gently. He’s wanting them for you. Maybe you will wear them often for him. He would love it.

You take a tentative step before you start to walk, confident in your strides as you admire the shoes in the mirror. You walk back over to Javi who is standing. “They are surprisingly comfortable as far as heels go.” You tell him, smiling from ear to ear at the beautiful shoes.

“Fantastic.” He turns to the manager. “We will take them.” He tells her with a decisive nod. “We will probably add more, but these for sure.”

You bite your lip, knowing better than to argue with him now. You smile at him, “thank you.” You reach out to squeeze his hand before you sit down to take them off.

“Let me.” He insists, kneeling down to undo the strap, his fingers caressing you as he removes the shoe before moving on to the other. Seven pairs of shoes later, you thank him with another kiss on the cheek. “Bag shopping next.” He winks, certain that he’s going to spoil you.

“Javi.” You admonish but let him guide the way. A Chanel purse, Gucci purse and Hermés clutch later, you’re passing by Cartier. “No jewelry.” You say before he can say anything.

Javi sighs, sending you pout. “Not even a pair of simple diamond studs?” He ventures, knowing they would look exquisite in your ears. He wants to make sure you feel like the most stunning woman in the room, because you are. Plus you are so gracious and sweet, not taking a single moment of today for granted. Your kisses on his cheeks burn and he wishes it were his lips.

“No!” You playfully slap his arm. “Not even studs. Seriously, you’ve spent more than enough on me today. I need this stuff to impress your associates but I don’t need new everything.” You rub his shoulder, knowing he wants to spoil you but you won’t go to extremes. “I wouldn’t mind a nap though.” You yawn, exhausted from the shopping trip.

You had eaten lunch hours before and Javi is honestly reluctant to leave you, wanting to spend more time with you. “I can drop you at your studio and say goodnight if you wish.” He offers softly. “Or I can show you my house. Show you where you are going to live.”

“Okay. I would like that.” You nod, “you tell me. This is your show, Javi.” You offer softly, wanting him to tell you what he wants since he’s paying you to spend your time with him. It doesn’t feel like that though. That’s what scares you. This feels so real and you are pushing down the fact that you want it to be real. However, it isn’t. He’s paying you to spend time with him and you have to remember that.

“Just because I am paying to spend time with you doesn’t mean I get to monopolize all of it.” Javi rationalizes. “Whenever you are tired of me or you want to spend time alone or with your friends, you just let me know.” He doesn’t want to smother you, not at all. “We can explore your new house only if you want, perhaps you want to nap there? While I attempt dinner?” He shoots you a grin. “I’m not the best cook, but I am learning.”

Your heart melts at his crooked grin and you slide your hand down to squeeze his hand. “You’re too sweet, Jav. I want to see your home. I want to spend time with you. You might be my sugar daddy but I want to spend time with you, even if you weren’t paying me. I’ve always liked you.” You confess, “I can cook. I’m a good cook. What do you want for dinner?”

His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose. “How about you make me your favorite food?” He asks. “What do you call it here? Comfort food?” He grins. “I would like to see what you consider a comfort beyond long baths and foot massages.” His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose in delight.

You chuckle, “oh boy. You’re in for some good food baby. I make a mean mac and cheese and fried chicken. I’ll see what you have at your house and then I can go get what I need for the meal.” You are excited to see what he thinks of your cooking. You want to pay him back in some small way for what he is doing for you.

His heart skips a beat when you call him baby. He sighs playfully and rubs his belly. “Be careful you don’t feed me too well.” He jokes. “Otherwise I will be passed out beside you for a nap too!” He chuckles and motions towards the valet stand. “Shall we go and explore? We can always have the groceries delivered while you are checking out the house. And the movie theater.” He adds happily.

You grin, “that sounds like a plan. Where do you order your groceries from? I can pay for-” He cuts you off with a disappointed look and you sigh, “right. Not paying for anything. Let me order what I need then.” You take his phone with the grocery delivery app and order what you need before you hand it back to him. “This is so bizarre. Ordering groceries online. I usually go to the store to save on a delivery fee.”

“I know it sounds pretentious, but I look at it like I can help someone. Delivering groceries is someone’s job, so they might as well do it for me.” He flushes slightly. “Plus I get so confused in the stores. None of them are set up the same!” He huffs. “I just don’t understand.”

You have never thought of it that way. You admire Javi’s lack of pretentiousness. “Trust me, you aren’t pretentious. You are the opposite. I’ve met people who are insane. They literally have zero consideration for anyone ‘below’ them. Maybe we can go to the grocery store and I can show you around.” You tease, knowing you’d like how domestic that is.

“I would like that.” He guides you towards the valet stand, one arm loaded down with bags. You had purchased quite a bit, but most of the clothes will be delivered tomorrow after they are tailored. The handbags and shoes are with the two of you though. He hates letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket for the valet ticket, handing it to the attendant.

The attendant brings his car around and you watch Javi insist on putting the bags in the miniature front trunk. You get into the passenger seat and Javi takes your hand once you’re on the road again. “Thank you for today. I never imagined going into any store on Rodeo Drive let alone actually buying something in one…kind of.” You chuckle.

Javi chuckles quietly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, tresor.” He murmurs. “It shouldn’t be too much longer until we are home.” The car is quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the rumble of the engine. The silence is peaceful, not tense or uncomfortable. Getting off at his exit, Javi turns into the street and goes down until he is turning into a gated driveway. “This is it.” He murmurs as the steel gate starts to slowly swing open after reading his car fob.

Your eyes widen as he pulls up to the bona fide mansion. It might not be as big as some of the residences in L.A but it’s beautiful. Mediterranean and posh without being ostentatious. “Javi. This - wow. It’s gorgeous.” You gasp, eyes darting all over the place as you take in his home.

“I was very happy to have found it.” It is smaller than his home in Spain, but it suited him better. Less unpleasant memories within these walls. He parks in front of the house and climbs out of the car, making sure he helps you out again before he retrieves your bags. The grin on his face is wide and he’s proud as he walks you up to the door and enters the code, not bothering to shield you from it since you will live here too. He swings the door open and gestures for you to enter. “Welcome, tresor.”

You enter the house, your jaw dropping at the ornate yet modern decor. It says something understated yet expensive about the home. “Javi. This is - you seriously want me to live here?” You ask, unable to believe that you could live here instead of your shitty studio. Part of you wonders when he will get bored and force you out and another part of you decides to take the risk. When will you ever get a chance like this again?

“Yes I do.” He closes the door behind him, the cool rush of the air washing over both of you. “It is not as grand as the estate in Mallorca, but I prefer this one.” He admits. “Although I do miss living right on the ocean.” He couldn’t find a house he wanted on the coast, this one fitting his needs better than those. “We do, however, have a great pool. I love to swim. Do you?” It was a question he never asked you before and he was curious.

“Yes. I love to swim. I just haven’t had a chance to lately. I- God. I’d love to be able to swim in a pool and just spend the day relaxing.” You sigh.

“Your wish is my command.” Javi smiles at you and you fluster, reminding yourself that you no longer have a job.

“Javi. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Don’t thank me.” Javi ducks his head and flushes slightly. “You’ve been polite and kind to me from the day I walked into the café.” He reminds you. “Not just for the tips, either. You deserve to have your dreams come true.”

You grin, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “To see truly who you are, the kind man you endeavor to be, it makes it impossible to not want to be here with you, Javi.” You answer honestly and immediately Javi knows that has to go into his script. It’s so sincere and polite. He loves it. “I will stay as long as you need me.” You promise, knowing you can keep figuring this good fortune or you can enjoy it.

Javi beams, motioning for you to walk into the house more. “So there is another master suite here, called an ‘in-law suite’?” He cocks his head, unfamiliar with the term in English but motions you towards the hallway off the living room. “It has French doors out to the deck and pool, and its own bathroom. Plus a large closet and sitting area. I think that will be your room if you like it. Giving you plenty of privacy and space.”

“A mother-in-law suite.” You explain, “usually for your mother or your wife’s mother. It’s a lot but I want to see it.” You tell him, happy to please him. You want him to be happy and if having you here makes him happy, then you’ll be satisfied. “Let’s go see it.” You take his hand so he can guide you through the large home.

Leading the way, Javi guides you down the hallway to a large door. The ceilings are high and the doorways are taller than average, giving the space an even grander feel. He opens the door with a flourish. “It’s furnished but anything can be changed to your taste.” He promises, revealing the suite that he images you living in.

You want to scoff at him, it’s insane for him to think that you don’t want the furniture that already comes with the suite. It’s beautiful and luxurious. “It’s gorgeous. I don’t want to change a thing.” You promise, squeezing his hand as you glance around the room again.

He sets the bags down on the bed and starts moving around the room. Showing off the various features and grinning when he comes to the door that holds the en-suite. “The closet is off the bathroom.” He explains as he opens the door. “Will this work?”

You can’t help the scoff of disbelief. “Will this work? Fuck. This is- I never imagined I’d ever step foot in a place like this. You are incredible and I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Thank you so much for choosing me.” You tell him, honestly and amazed that he picked you.

“There’s no one else I would have chosen.” He means that. No one, not even Gabriella, had appealed to him so much. It’s why you are his muse. “Let’s look at the rest of the house.” He offers. “The pool is just beyond those doors.”

You grin and nod, excited to see the rest of the home and he guides you out of the large French doors to the expansive lagoon-esque pool. Your eyes widen at the beauty of it and you grin, “I can’t wait to go swimming in it. Oh God. This is amazing.” You squeal, loving the pool.

“I understand completely.” Javi agrees. “I swim every morning.” He hopes that maybe you will swim with him, but if you don’t, that’s okay too. “There’s an area to entertain, you can bring friends over if you want.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to ask, this is your home too now.

You appreciate the sentiment and you rub his shoulder, “thank you. I am - this is more than I could ever ask for.” You wish you could be more but you agreed to the terms and you’ll stick to them. “When’s the first dinner? I’ll need to do my hair.” You touch your head, knowing you want to look your best for your first outing with him.

He gives you a small smile. “Tomorrow night.” He offers. “It’s a director and the head of the last studio that produced mine and Nic’s movie. They have the first option on my screenplay and want to see what I have so far.” It reminds him that he needs to polish the pages he’s bringing. “I should probably go work on it now.” He admits reluctantly.

“I’ll be ready. You go get ready. You can do it.” You nod, watching him go after he offers you a smile and you glance around the room, amazed that he wants you to be here living in his luxury.

A day later, you are figuring out how to do your hair for the red dress you’re going to wear and you walk into Javier’s study. Nearly accustomed to his life and his home after your things were delivered, you knock hesitantly before entering after he calls for you to come in. “How should I do my hair?” You ask, wanting to look your best for him.

Javi looks up from the portion of the script he has printed out and bound, checking it one last time. He smiles as you walk in and flips the pages close, setting it down on his desk as he stands up. You had gone to get your hair done today and he thinks it looks amazing. “You can wear it however you wish, tresor.” He insists. “It looks good as it is right now.”

You nod, “okay. I just want to make sure it’s okay. I want to make a good impression.” You pat your hair down and look at Javi, who looks so handsome sitting in the sunlight, the sun picking up the highlights in his hair. “I’ll go do my makeup and get dressed. Would you mind putting my shoes on when I’m done?” You ask him, biting your lip after and you know that he will say yes.

“Absolutely, yes!” He lights up with a grin. The idea of putting shoes on you again has his cock twitching. “Are you going to wear your favorite Jimmy Choos?” He asks, imagining putting those shoes on your pretty feet again. He knows they will look stunning on you with your dress and your make-up and hair done.

“Yes. They go with the dress and honestly? I’d wear them around the house if I could. I love them so much.” You are grinning when you tell him that, loving that you can wear something so extravagant because of the man in front of you. “I don’t know how to thank you Javi.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to. Stop.” He says adamantly and you nod, agreeing to stop and just enjoy this experience before it ends. Walking off, you are on a mission to impress tonight. Javi has to get his money's worth. After a while, you walk into his study to find him wearing a gorgeous navy blue suit and tie. Shit, he looks gorgeous. Enough to make you get down on your knees and - “Tresor.” He turns to look at you, his eyes comically wide now he sees the complete look, minus the shoes.

“Would you mind?” You ask, holding up the heels.

You are stunning, it’s all he can think as he nods and motions you over to the sofa that is in his study. More beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, Javi would get down on his knees and bury his head between your thighs right now if you were to let him. To hell with the meeting. Instead, he kneels down and takes one of your heels into his thigh, hoping you don’t notice that he is rapidly starting to get hard. His fingers press on the inside of your arches and he can’t help but caress your foot. “You look exactly as I thought you would.” He murmurs huskily. “Perfect, tresor, completely breathtaking.” He explains.

You look into his eyes, your heart thumping as his fingers gently caress your ankle bone as he buckles the strap. It takes your breath away how tenderly he does it. His touch sends tingles up your spine and you keep your eyes on him as he caresses your foot, not rushing onto the other shoe. “Thank you.” You murmur, feeling like you’re about to faint from how good it feels, just a simple touch from him.

Javi nods, eyes dark and he gives you a small smirk. “Of course, tresor.” He murmurs, loving the way he can touch you right now. He’s not rushing this because every second he gets to feel you like this is one he wants to treasure. “I hope you enjoy tonight.” He offers, reluctantly setting your first foot down gently before he picks up the other. “I hope you enjoy every night.”

You exhale shakily, “if I’m with you, I will.” You promise, watching him put the other shoe on. You shiver when his fingers brush your skin and you want to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper, “are you ready to go?” You ask, not wanting to be late to his important meeting.

He stands and brushes down the front of his suit nervously. “Do I look okay?” He asks before he holds his hand out to you. “I was going for successful, but not overly proud.” He admits as he helps you up from the sofa. He wants to tug you close and mess up your lipstick, but he doesn’t dare.

You want to tug on his lapel to pull him close so you can kiss his lips but instead, you nod your head, caressing his jacket before you adjust his collar once you’re standing. “You look perfect. Oh woah.” You wobble slightly as you find your balance. His arms shift so he can grab onto your waist, helping you keep upright. “Thank you.” You look at him, realizing how close you are to him.

Javi inhales sharply, wanting to tug you closer. Seeming like a moment is passing between the two of you, something in the air. He feels his entire body tighten and he forces himself to relax, to let it pass. Smiling softly, his eyes drop to your lips for just a moment before they flicker back up to your eyes. “You’re welcome.” He whispers and then a moment later, ‘shall we go?”

“Let’s go.” You insist, again, not wanting him to be late. You let him guide you to the front door before he stops you. “Wait. I have something for you.” He announces. Rushing off, he comes back a few moments later with a velvet box. “What is that?” You frown, curious and apprehensive. “Open it.” He insists, handing it over to you. You look at him before you open it, a gasp escaping your lips as you look at the beautiful diamond necklace. “Javi. You shouldn’t - it’s too much.” You shake your head, closing the box before you try to hand it back to him.

“Please?” Javi isn’t above pleading, biting his lip and opening the box instead of taking it from you. “It will look perfect around your neck and I want you to have it. It was made for you.” He murmurs, making sure that he tacks on just a touch of guilt. He wants to give you all the beautiful things. “You didn’t let me buy you jewelry before, but…I couldn’t resist.”

You give in for a moment, nodding so he can fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushing your skin and it makes you hum. When his hands caress your upper shoulders, he guides you over to the mirror so you can see. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach up to touch the necklace, almost scared to caress it. “Javi. I really can’t accept this. It’s too much.” You shake your head.

“You really are a terrible sugar baby.” He teases, making you giggle and fluster. “I just don’t want to take advantage. I’m not a gold digger.”

“You cannot be a gold digger if you are not asking for anything.” Javi reminds you, reaching out and brushing your collar bone. “Tresor, I am wealthy beyond what you can imagine.” He admits softly. “I could give you whatever you want and it would not break me.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, a soft smile on your face at his words and you stare at him. “I don’t just want your money.” You confess, turning so you can cup his cheek, “I want to know you. I want to be what you need.” You want him for more than just his money. You want him.

Javi’s eyes flutter slightly and he can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. “You are what I need.” He tells you gently. “Exactly what I need. And I - this is always on your terms.” He promises. “I never want more than you are willing to give me.”

You lower your hand, heart thumping in your chest, and you remind yourself that you are here for his dinners and nothing more. He doesn’t really want more. “I know. Let me get my clutch and we can go so you aren’t late.” You tell him, patting his chest and you walk away before you do anything stupid like kiss him.

His shoulders slump slightly, wishing that you had wanted something more than your current arrangement, but he is a man of his word. He will not push you for more. Instead, he grabs the script excerpts and follows after you, keeping his eyes on the sway of your hips and wonders how he is going to keep from telling you what he really wants. “Okay, dinner.” He smiles when he reaches your side again and darts forward to open the door to let you out of the house. “After you, tresor.”

You are soon driving in the car, your hand still tingling from him helping you into the car. He looks at you from time to time as he drives to the restaurant. Your heart thumps and you look away from him when you arrive at the restaurant. He ushers the valet away so he can open the door for you, making you grin as you take his hand letting him guide you into the restaurant. “You’ll help me?” You ask, suddenly nervous to meet all of these people.

“Of course.” He is nervous as well, but having a hand on your back helps calm him down. It seems to center him. “It will be great.” His hand stays in place when you both approach the hostess stand and he gives the name of the producer that the reservations had been placed under. “This way, Mr. Gutierrez.” The host nods and turns to guide you through the restaurant to a private room in the back, away from the crowds and speculative eyes. “Here we go.” He murmurs in your ear quietly.

You exhale shakily, nodding as you make your way into the private room, smiling at the men surrounding the table, a couple of women are there too and you are glad it’s not a jolly boys club tonight. Javi guides you over to the table as the men stand, reaching for his hand. “And who is this stunning creature you have with you tonight, Gutierrez?” He asks, his eyes trailing along your form.

Javi introduces you to the producer by your name, smiling proudly at you. “This is Austin Taylor.” He tells you. “He is the producer to work with.” That part is slightly exaggerated but he’s learned how the game needs to be played by Nic. A little schmoozing goes a long way. Looking back over at Austin, he introduces both of you to the others at the table and invites the two of you to sit down.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You say after you sit down, Javi seated beside you and you reach for his hand, knowing that this is the reason why you’re here. You are nervous, squeezing his hand under the table as you try to calm down and act how you’re being paid to act.

Javi listens as the chatter continues around the two of you before the server comes up and asks for the drink orders. Austin orders a bottle for the table and Javi nods his approval, knowing that it’s a good vintage. After they walk away, he turns to Javi. “So how is the script coming along?” He asks, tearing off a chunk of his bread roll and popping it into his mouth.

Javi grins, looking over at you since you are largely responsible for his creativity with the character. “It’s coming along great!” He picks up the pages he had put together to hand Austin. “I’ve brought you a few pages to read. To get a feel for the characters.”

You bite your lip as Austin reads through the pages, humming and narrowing his eyes at each word. You’re nervous for Javi and you watch as Austin sets the book down. “I love it.” He reveals with a grin. “Wow. This character. She is - it’s beautiful. You can clearly see the admiration and attraction for her and it’s - you gotta keep writing this Jav. I just think it is missing something…” Austin trails off, “she needs more sex appeal. I want Bond Girl sex appeal.”

“Bond girl sex appeal.” Javi mulls it over and turns to look at you, since you are the basis for the character. He takes in your sexy dress and thinks about the heels that you are wearing. His cock twitches and he nods. “I can see it.” He murmurs, turning back to the other man. “I will have her be a fashion designer. Sexy clothes and lofty appeal.”

You fluster slightly when his dark eyes meet yours. You reach out to touch Javi’s arm, knowing that he needs to be reassured in this situation. He needs to be confident in his writing, in his script. “We need a sexy actress for the role. Someone beautiful. Someone men want to fuck but can’t have. We will start brainstorming. An actress who looks like your beautiful date here.” Austin winks at you.

The pride Javi feels at your beauty being acknowledged makes his chest puff out slightly. “My tresor is a one of a kind beauty.” He tells Austin, reaching for your hand. “We can try to find someone as beautiful, but I fear that we will always fall short.”

You fluster, looking around the table as you try to not read much into Javi’s words. You squeeze his hand, recovering and you offer him a soft smile. “I am certain you will find someone that will fit your needs.” Austin nods at you, “and you seem to fit Javi’s criteria. I’ve never seen him look so smitten. You’ve certainly inspired his writing.” He winks, patting the script. The waiter comes over with the wine, letting Austin sample once it’s opened before he begins to pour a good measure into everyone’s glass. “To new ventures.” Austin toasts and everyone clinks glasses. Javi meeting your eyes as your glasses touch. “So Javi…tell me how you met this extravagant creature.” Austin asks once the meal has been served.

He is not ashamed of how the two of you met. However, you had both agreed that to others, it would be best if it seemed as if it were a traditional relationship. So people would not assume the worst of you, think you are a call girl or anything like that. “We met in a café.” He answers honestly. “She served me the friendliest cup of coffee that I’d had since I had been in the States and I was immediately drawn to her.” He glances over at you with a soft smile. “I kept coming back every single day to see her, until she finally agreed to be mine.”

You guess that he is technically right. You are his. You smile back at Javi, nodding as you keep your eyes fixed on his. “It didn’t take that long. Who could resist a handsome face like that?” You coo, reaching up to cup his cheek before you rub your thumb over that lower lip that has been driving you crazy. “I certainly couldn’t. He’s far too sexy and sweet for me to say no. It was an instant attraction.” You aren’t lying, knowing that you could easily fall for Javi, probably have, if you’re truly being honest with yourself.

Javi beams, kissing the tip of your thumb and wishing you meant those words. It would be so easy with you. You fit him and he wants nothing more for it to be real. Instead he looks back at Austin with a small smile. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “You get us talking about our relationship and we will just moon at each other.” He tells the other man with a shrug. “Being in love does that.”

Your heart pounds and you want to pull him close and press your lips to his but you don’t. Instead, you just lean in to kiss his cheek before you settle back in your seat. “You’ve found a good one, Jav. Hopefully she will continue to inspire you. You have a great future in this town.” Austin promises and you are so pleased for Javier.

The dinner goes well, Austin promising to speak to the director and producers for the project and you are soon leaving. “Please bring this beautiful woman with you to the next dinner. She’s a delight.” He grins, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His hand is low on your back, barely caressing your ass as he bids you goodbye.

Javi is practically floating on clouds as the two of you walk to the valet station. “This is going to be great.” He gushes. “Thank you for being here.” He squeezes your hand gently. “You helped calm me down, relaxed me. How did you enjoy it?” He asks, eager to make sure you are comfortable as well. He wants you to look forward to going out with him.

“It was good. I am here to make sure you’re happy and that you look good. That’s my job, right?” You say, not with malice but with reality. He frowns and you try to not be a little disappointed that that's all you’re gonna be to him. You let him settle you into the car after the valet opens the door and you watch him as he pulls away from the curb, the Ferrari roaring as he makes his way back to his home. “Tonight was a success.” You declare, knowing they loved his script.

“Tonight was great!” Javi shouts, slapping the steering wheel happily. “I feel- we should celebrate! Do something! What should we do?” He demands, turning to you with joy and curiosity on his face. He wants to know what you would do to celebrate.

“Let’s go swimming.” You tell him, excited to try the pool and he told you earlier he has these beautiful lights that he can control to change the scene. You want to cool off after all of the heat of this evening.

You love the excited grin on his face as he nods. “Yes! Let’s do it.” He speeds a little faster towards his house and soon enough, you tell him you’ll be outside on the patio once you’ve changed. You bite your lip, admiring the swim suits Javi let you pick out online and you decide on one of the skimpier ones for your night time dip. After changing, your heart pounds as you make your way outside.

Javi bites his lip, knowing that all he has are speedos and that will not hide the fact that he gets hard around you. Hopefully he will be able to keep you from noticing. Deciding to throw on a button up shirt, he makes his way out to the pool to set up the lights and pull a bottle of champagne out of the outdoor fridge. Opening it and pouring two flutes for the two of you to enjoy while you swim.

You walk out to find Javi standing there with two flutes of champagne, making you melt at the soft look on his face, and you remind yourself that this is an innocent evening swim. “To a successful night.” He toasts once you’re holding your glass. You secretly hope he likes the swim suit as you sip the champagne.

His mouth is dry and he has to take a large gulp of the champagne to keep from staring at you. The suit hugs your curves and looks stunning on you, making him wish that you had worn those heels with it for the full effect. His cock twitches at the idea and he pulls the glass down from his lips. “Shall we get in the pool?” He asks, nodding towards the sparkling water, reflecting the lights overhead and lighting up the edges.

“Let’s do it.” You are eager to sink into his pool, setting the plastic glass down on the side before you make your way to the stairs, looking over your shoulder at him for a moment as you walk down the steps and sigh when the warm water surrounds you. “God this feels good.”

Javi shudders and his cock starts to harden at your breathy comment. Making him imagine that same phrase being moaned when he’s sinking into you. Biting his lip, he rushes over and sets his own drink down, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it aside so he can get into the pool. Hopefully without you seeing that he’s getting hard.

You swear you’ve never seen such a sexy man. His tan chest glistens as he walks into the pool and you watch him in awe, the lights sparkling as the water ebbs and flows. You pick up your drinks, making your way over to him as you offer him a soft smile.

Javi smiles as he takes the drink from your hand, touching the plastic rim to yours. “To success.” He offers. “May we always get what we want.” He wishes he could have you. He would toss aside the glass and kiss you if he could right now. Wrap your legs around his waist and press you up against the edge of the pool and explore your body eagerly.

You nod, sipping your drink and you shift to set it down, unable to stop yourself from pressing up against him. Testing the waters of what he wants from you, you keep yourself against him as you set the glass down on the edge of the pool.

Inhaling sharply, Javi nearly drops the glass of champagne into the pool. Dark eyes searching yours, wondering if you are playing some sort of game with hum. “Tresor…” He practically whimpers when he feels your breasts against his chest. He knows you had to feel him against your hip, especially the way his dick jumped at your fingers on his skin as you wind your arms around his neck. “I- are you-“ he can’t even get the words out, afraid this might be a dream.

You press yourself against him even more, deciding to take the risk, and you lean in closer to kiss along his neck. “I am.” You murmur as you kiss his jaw. “I want you to touch me….if you want.” You add, suddenly a little hesitant and nervous that he doesn’t want you for more than just company.

“Shit.” Javi hisses, wrapping his arms around you and turning his head so he can capture your lips with his own. It’s desperate and messy and he feels like he’s going to explode as his tongue slides into your mouth and you moan for him. Making him pull you tighter against his, backing you up against the pool edge just like he had imagined.

You gasp his name as he kisses along your throat, making you whimper and you scratch your nails along his chest. “Tell me what you want.” You demand, kissing along his jaw before you playfully bite his lower lip, his hard cock pressed against your thigh but you need to hear him say it.

“I want you.” He confesses, rasping out the words against your skin. If you don’t want him, he will go right back to the arrangement you had before. “But I want you to want me. Don’t just say it because of our arrangement.”

“I want you.” You promise, surging forward to press your lips back to his, shifting to wrap your legs against his waist so you can get even closer. His hard cock now pressing against your core and you slide your tongue along his lower lip, wanting access.

He groans into your mouth, holding you tighter and sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Wanted you from the beginning.” He confesses and he breaks off to kiss down your throat again. “First day I met you.”

“Really?” You gasp, tilting your head back. “God, I wanted you too. Always thought you were so sexy and I - shit - I want you Javi. I want you to fuck me.” You whine, grinding against him as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he nips your skin.

“Where?” He gasps against your skin, wanting nothing more than to take you right here. “Where do you want me? Right here? Pull your sexy little bikini to the side? Or carry you into your bedroom and spread you out?”

You whimper at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to wait to dry off and make it to the bedroom. You take a chance, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top and let it fall so it floats in the water, displaying your tits to his eager gaze.

“Fuck.” Javi shudders and his hand comes up to cup one tit and ducks his head down, wrapping his lips around the other. Delighting in your cry of surprise and pleasure while he sucks on the stiff nipple and flicking his tongue over it. He’s died and gone to heaven, feeling your grinding down on his cock through the fabric of his speedo and your bikini bottom. Biting gently on your tit before he soothes it with his tongue while his fingers roll your other nipple and tugs on it.

“Oh fuck!” You cry when he switches breasts, his hand squeezing the one slick with his spit. “Shit baby. Oh that feels good.” You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as he bites down. You love it. “Please. I need you inside of me.” You pant, soaking wet for him.

“Do it.” Javi wants it to be your choice, giving you permission to pull him out of his speedos and sink down on him. “Fuck baby, take what you want.” He coos, pulling away from your nipple to speak, looking up at you with dark eyes. “I will give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You fumble, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his speedos, gasping at the thickness in your hand, and you tug on your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside so you’re completely naked and you moan when you notch him at your dripping cunt. “I want you.” You tell him, sinking down on his girth under the water.

Javi moans your name, mouth open in pleasure and he doesn’t resist when your fingers sink into his hair to tug on it, bringing his lips back up to yours. He never imagined he would get to have you like this, feeling your walls clench around him while you adjust to him. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs against your lips. “So good.”

You exhale shakily, the stretch of his girth is something you aren’t used to. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex and he’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever had sex with. “Shit Jav. You feel so good.” You moan, taking him deeper inside of you.

The water sloshes around you when Javi lowers his hips and thrusts back into you with a low moan. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, feeling the way that your walls slide around him, tight and slick. “Imagined - fuck, imagined this a lot. When we- when we were shopping.” He confesses, cock twitching inside you and he thrusts into you again.

“Me too. Imagined - imagined this while you would come in to get coffee. Imagined you just fucking me on the counter after I took your order.” You admit breathlessly, kissing along his jaw as you try to work yourself on his cock, lifting up and down once you’re used to his girth.

Groaning, Javi lets his hand roam all over your body, sliding one behind his back and caressing your foot while you ride him in the water. “You were on the menu?” He teases, loving how you feel, imagining the lips of your cunt stretched around him. “I would have ordered you every day.”

You love the way he caresses your foot, knowing he has a foot fetish. “I was always on the menu. You can have me every day now.” You promise, rocking against him as you lean forward to kiss his neck. “I’m yours now. For whatever you want.”

He squeezes your foot, pulling his hand away reluctantly. He’s never met a woman who would indulge him so he needs to keep that hidden, not wanting to scare you off. “I - fuck, you are so perfect.” He moans, turning his head so he can kiss your lips.

You sigh into his mouth, lifting yourself up and down on his cock. Your back is getting scratched by the side of his pool but you don’t care, too entranced by the way he caresses you. “God Javi. I need - I need you to help me.” You admit, wanting him to thrust into you, show you what he wants.

Spinning around in the pool, he presses his own back up against the edge. The water makes it easier for him to lift and lower you onto his cock while he rocks up into you. Grunting, he speeds up, making sure that he hits deep inside you before he pulls you off. “Better?” He asks, leaning in to kiss you tenderly despite the harsher pace.

“So much better.” You whimper into his mouth, caressing his back as he hits deep inside of you. “Fuck. Yes. Right there. Oh God Jav. You’re so big. Fill me up just right. I want you to - to cum inside of me. Make me cum.” You plead, biting down on his jaw before you kiss along his neck.

“Yes, yes.” He hisses, rocking up into you harder. He can’t rub your clit and work you like he wants to. “Fuck, rub your clit.” He begs. “I’m not going to last long, you are too perfect.”

You reach between you, your fingers finding your clit and you rub it frantically, desperate to cum after so many nights lusting after him. “Oh yes. Yes yes yes. Shit. I’m gonna cum. Javi. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, your head tilting back before you surge forward into his chest, clamping down on his cock as you cry his name.

It’s probably the closest to Heaven Javi has ever been. Groaning and rocking you through it as best he can. You are like a vice around him and the water churns from his thrusts. “Fuck, yes, cum for me tresor, I’m -“ he cuts off in a strangled cry of pleasure, thrusting deep while he pulls you down on his cock, filling you with his seed.

You work yourself through it, rubbing your clit until you reach out to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. “Shit, baby. Oh fuck. It’s so good.” You pant, kissing his neck as you come down from your high. You can’t believe how boneless you feel, enjoying the way his cum fills you up.

He groans, holding you tight and tries to catch his breath. Hoping that you don’t change your mind about him now that he’s gotten to experience you, “it was incredible.” He hums happily. “Best way to celebrate.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “You wanted it, right? It wasn't because I buy you things or you live here? You never have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I wanted it.” You promise, “I wanted you. You know I wouldn’t do it unless I wanted it.” You remind him, knowing he knows how stubborn you can be. “I wanted it, Javi.” You promise, kissing along his jaw before you press your lips to his. “I don’t know what this is but I want you. I want to be yours.” You tell him, “for whatever you need and desire.”

He sighs happily, kissing your lips several times again. “I just need you.” He murmurs softly, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling against your neck. The water starts to calm down, gently lapping at both of your skin and he chuckles. “I have to say I didn’t see this happening tonight, but I will sleep like a baby.” He tells you, still against your pulse. “As long as you sleep beside me?”

You bite your lip, hesitant to get too involved with him but you know you want to spend as much time as you can with him before he is done with you. “Yes. I can do that.” You kiss him again, realizing that you’re completely naked and dripping his cum. “Shit. I- I should tell you that I have an IUD and I’m clean. We didn’t exactly have that conversation before we - you know.”

Javi hums, nodding. He hadn’t really thought of it either. “I have negative tests.” He promises. “I have not been with someone since my last relationship.” He strokes your back and kisses you one last time before he lifts you off his softening cock. “I trust you, tresor.”

Even just hearing him say that he trusts you is enough to make you fall in love with him. His dark eyes and handsome face make your heart thump. “I trust you too.” You lean in to kiss the skin above his heart. “Come on baby, let’s clean up and get some sleep. I’m exhausted now.” You shift to stand up before you make your way towards the stairs out of the pool, looking over your shoulder and chuckling when you see his eyes focused on your ass.

Javi waits for you to grab some clothes from your room and walks through the house with you. There is no one at night but the two of you and you’ve never seen his bedroom. Hopefully you don’t mind it. “If you aren’t comfortable, you can always go back to your room.”

You are dry and dressed in your tank top and shorts as you enter his suite. “Oh wow. This is - it’s bigger than my room.” Your eyes are wide as you look around his expansive suite. “Shall we get some sleep? I want you to hold me.”

“Let me change and I’ll be right there.” Javi rushes into his bathroom to strip off the speedos and clean up, putting on just a pair of boxers. He loves that you are not wearing lingerie, he just wants to experience normal things with you. Coming back out, he smiles when he finds you turning down the covers of the large bed. “I think I like this already.” He teases. “A beautiful woman sliding into bed with me.”

You playfully glance around, “you got one coming over soon?” You tease and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at him and snuggle into his pillows, “so comfy. Just need you now.” You pat the space between you, needing him to hold you.

Grinning, Javi climbs into the bed and turns off the lights, pulling you into his arms as he settles in. Sighing happily when you snuggle into him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Goodnight tresor.” He murmurs softly, stroking your back and kissing your head gently.

You look up as Javi enters the kitchen. It’s been a few weeks since the first night you slept together and you haven’t slept in your assigned room since. You know you shouldn’t get too attached but you can’t help it. You are falling for him. You flip the pancakes just as he walks over to the kitchen counter. “Morning sunshine.” You tease, glancing over at the clock that says 11am. You were up half the night having sex and he loves sleeping in.

“Good morning.” He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “It smells delicious, tresora.” He compliments. “What time are your classes today?” He knows you have school and will use the time to work on his script.

“Not until 2pm so we have plenty of time to eat breakfast and then I want to taste you.” You coo, turning your head to press your lips to his. He groans into your mouth, making you giggle and you gently slap his chest. “Let me finish making breakfast and then we can get busy again. I’m surprised you’re not satisfied after last night.”

“Never get enough of you.” It’s true, Javi is completely in love with you. Not that he’s said those words out loud, too afraid of being told that you don’t feel the same. He slaps your ass playfully when you turn back to the stove. “Make me feel like a teenager again.” He slides over to the coffee machine and starts setting up espressos for both of you. You had wanted a fancy machine so he had bought you one, and in turn, you had shown him how to use it.

You grin, watching him as he finishes making the coffees like you taught him and you plate up the breakfast. Once you’re both seated, you dig into the food, loving his moans of appreciation. “It’s good?” You tease, loving his moans as he nods. “Good.”

Javi eagerly shoves another bite into his mouth. He loves how you dote on him. Spoiling him by cooking for him instead of wanting to go out to fancy dinners. Most nights you stay home unless he has an event even when he’s offered to take you out to clubs. “I’m going to have to start using the gym, you feed me like this.” He groans, smiling over at you, “or do more laps in the pool.”

You smirk, watching him set his knife and fork down. “Or we could burn it off in other ways.” You wink at him, “I’m sure you will burn it off by fucking me hard and fast later. Or we could go dancing later. I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” You tell him, cutting up your pancakes as you watch him, those dark eyes burning into your own.

“You want to go dancing, tresor?” Javi smiles a slow sensual smile that promises that he will be glued to your body while the music plays. “If you finish your work at school and I get my next scene finished, we will dress up and go out tonight.” He promises. “Wear your favorite heels.” They are his favorites as well.

You carry your heels in your hand as you walk into Javier’s room - now your room for your extended stay in his home bar, your closet - and you know he will want to put the heels on your feet. “I’m ready baby. Just need to put my shoes on. Can you help me?” You ask, a teasing smile on your face.

“Absolutely.” Javi steps out of the bathroom fastening his watch to his wrist and groans happily at how sexy you look. The shoes will be the icing on the cake. “It’s a good thing we got pedicures a few days ago.” He teases, looking down at your freshly painted toes.

You playfully wiggle your toes before you walk over to the bench at the end of his bed, sitting down to wait for him to put your shoes on. “And your favorite cherry red.” You tease, knowing how much he adores the color.

“It looks fantastic on you.” Javi hikes his pants up slightly and kneels down in front of you. Caressing your foot softly before he holds out his other hand for the heel to put on for you. He loves that you let him do this for you.

You watch him for a moment, deciding to not hand him the shoe right away, and you shift your foot from his hand, pressing it into his groin. “I know what you like, Jav. Let me give you what you want.” You coo, rubbing his semi hard cock with the ball of your foot.

A filthy groan spills from his lips and he knows you feel the way his cock twitches as he imagines his fantasy. Although there is no way you are meaning that. “Of course you do.” He manages to croak out hoarsely. “You already do.” He wants to shift his hips up, to grind against your foot, but he can’t. You will be disgusted by that, and him.

When he slightly shifts his hips up to grind against your foot, you smirk. “I mean what you really want.” You reach down to unbuckle his belt, deciding to take a risk and pull his cock out of his pants. Half hard, you start to rub him with the ball of your foot.

His whine is laced with shame, cheeks burning and he can’t help the way that his hips seek your foot. “Shit, tresoro…” he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in your eyes. Not too many people seemed to be okay with a man who loved feet. He hates that you found out, even if he gets to feel your foot against his cock this once before you laugh in his face and walk out of his life. “I’m sorry- I, you weren’t - weren’t supposed to find out.” He gasps when you push a little harder down on his shaft.

“You didn’t hide it very well. The shoes…the pedicures. You love feet. That’s okay. There’s worse things.” You smile, pressing a little harder against his cock. “I love seeing you fall apart. Tell me what you want. I’m yours, remember? What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, voice lowering as you rub his cock with your foot.

“Fuck.” Javi whimpers, his eyes opening and finding yours. You have a smile on your face, but you aren’t mocking him. Instead you seem….willing. “I-I- you-“ he stutters slightly, grinding up against your foot even more. “This, more of this.” He confesses, cock spurting out a small bead of precum as he fully hardens.

You smirk, lifting your other foot and you balance yourself on the bed so you can press both feet to his cock, encasing him in your grip as you slowly rock your legs to begin sliding his hard length between your feet.

“Oh shit.” He can’t believe you are doing this. “Fuck- I, God it feels so good.” He moans, rolling his hips up and watching your feet slide up and down his now painfully hard cock. It could use some lubrication, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

You are enthralled with the way he looks at you. “Spit. Want you to add lube.” You tell him, continuing to work his cock. He lets out a whine, leaning down to spit onto his cock and you work him again with your feet, loving the groan that escapes his lips. “Spit again. Need more.”

“Tresoro.” He whines your nickname and does as you ask, bracing his hands on his thighs as he shifts up, thrusting into arches of your feet. “God, this is- fuck, I love this.” He babbles. “Never- never thought I would be able to - God, it’s so good.” One hand covers a foot and squeezes.

You moan at him touching your foot, pushing you harder into his cock. “You look so hot, fucking my feet like this baby. God, no one has done this for you?” You ask and he shakes his head. You grin, happy to be able to indulge him. “Enjoy it. I want you to cum for me. I want you to paint my feet with your cum.”

He moans your name, completely done for now that you’ve said that. That you are okay with this. His eyes are on his cock, working in and out from between your pretty feet. “Fuck.” He grunts, watching your toes curl around him. “Gonna cum soon.” He knows he will, feels it building up.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” You plead, working his cock with your feet and your thighs are starting to hurt but you work your way through it because you are desperate to watch him cum, obsessed with it since he first fucked you.

It only takes a few more thrusts, desperate and needy before he’s yelling your name. His cock throbbing between your feet before he starts spurting ropes of cum over your feet and his thighs, ruining the pants he is wearing while he whines in pleasure.

You work him through it, your feet slick with his cum, and you love how he closes his eyes in pleasure. “God, that’s so sexy.” You moan, your panties slick from arousal and you swear you’ve never seen such a sexy sight.

“Fuck.” He can’t believe that you just let him do that. Desperate to make you feel good, Javi lunges forward and pushes you back on the bed. “Fuck.” He pushes your dress up and drags your pantries down so he can bury his face in your folds.

You cry out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair when his tongue delves into your folds. “Oh fuck baby. Oh - oh shit.” You hiss, tilting your head back as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He’s ravenous, ready to make you cum just as hard as he just did. Ready to give you everything you want and more. You have given him something he has always wanted and never been able to experience. He loves you, he knew he had before, but now he’s certain of it. He groans into your cunt, dark eyes on your face as he sucks on your clit harshly.

You gasp, tilting your head up so you can look at him. “Fuck baby. That feels - God, it’s so good.” You tug on his hair, certain that you are going to cum soon. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue but you swallow them, not wanting to say something and ruin it all. You know this is just an arrangement. “Fuck baby. Yes. Yesss. Just like that.” You whine when his tongue flattens over your clit.

“Lofe you.” He groans the words sloppily into your cunt, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His fingers dig into your thighs and push them farther apart, ready to drive you crazy. He pulls away from your clit and slides down, pushing his tongue deep into your cunt.

You swear you hear him say he loves you but you know that’s just your imagination. You are soon swept up in the pleasure of his tongue deep inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit, and you dig your heels into his back. “Oh Jav. Javi. Javiiii.” You squeal, clamping down on his tongue as he curls it deep inside of you.

He moans happily, slurping down the rush of your juices as they pour out of you. Licking and lapping at your cunt until you are gasping his name and pushing at his head before he kisses your clit. “I love you, tresor.” He murmurs softly, turning his head and kissing your thigh. “I know it’s not the same for you, but I can’t help how I feel. My character, the movie, is based on you.” He confesses, hoping you won’t be offended.

You shift to sit up on your elbows, looking down at him in shock. “What did you say?” You ask breathlessly.

“My character is based off of you.” He admits, flustered, and you shake your head.

“No. No. Not that. You said - you said you love me.” You say and he nods, biting his lip as he rests his cheek on your thigh. A wide grin appears on your cheeks, “well I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”

“Really?” His eyes widen and you nod, making him push up off the floor and lunge forward so he can press his lips to yours. “I love you,” he breathes against your lips, overwhelmed by the pure joy that is bursting in his chest. “I love you.”

You love how excited and eager he is. “Javi.” You murmur against his mouth, gently pushing him away. “I don’t - I don’t want this to be something casual. I don’t want to be a golddigger or - or someone you will be with until you’re bored. I don’t want people to think I’m with you for your money.” You admit, suddenly nervous now that this is real, not just a transaction.

Javi smiles, caressing your cheek gently. “I don’t think you are with me for my money.” He promises. “I- I have kept something from you.” He shakes his head when you immediately look even more worried. “I didn’t tell you how rich I am.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m a billionaire.” He confesses. “But I don’t think I will ever be bored with you. I know I won’t. I’m thinking of marriage.” He bites his lip, waiting for your reaction.

Your eyes widen, processing everything he said. You don’t care about the money but the fact that he’s a billionaire has you reeling. This sweet, incredible man has more money than you could ever imagine and he wants you. He wants to marry you. You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. “I want to be yours. In every way. Your girlfriend. Your fiancé. Your wife. The mother of your children. I want it all Jav. I love you.” You surge forward to press your lips to his.

He sighs against your lips, pulling you tight and sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He’s happy that you love him, happy that you accept his more unusual proclivities. “Does that mean that you will let me buy you more jewelry? My wife deserves it.” He huffs with a smile. “Plus I love toe rings and I’ve wanted to buy you some.”

You giggle and nod, “yes. I’ll accept the toe rings. God, you really do have a foot fetish. More jewelry but nothing insane.” You warn him, not wanting something that costs a ridiculous amount of money. “I want to make my own way too. Get through school and have a career then we can discuss marriage and kids.” You tell him, running your fingers through his hair.

Javi nods, a serious look on his face. “Your career is your own, I want you to have all your dreams come true.” He knows that he can’t make it happen for you, the drive has to come from your hard work, although he can support you along the way. “I am not in a rush.” He promises softly with a smile, leaning in to kiss you again. “Although I do want you to officially move into the bedroom. Move your closet over.”

You smile, kissing him once more. “I don’t want to be your sugar baby forever. I want to be yours. Only yours. I love you baby. I want you. I want to be yours.” You run your fingers through his hair.

Javi smiles, leaning in and kissing your lips. “Do you want to clean up and still go out dancing baby?” He murmurs softly, looking down at the mess he made of you and himself. “I just want to be with you, no matter what. You are my baby, not my sugar baby.”

You nod, “let’s go dancing and you can fuck me on the Ferrari before we come home.” You smirk, wanting to feel him inside of you now you know he feels the same. “And I want you to dance with me. Hold me close and show everyone that I’m yours.”

“Absolutely, tresor.” Javi smiles at you happily as he stands and offers you his hand to help you up. “After all, you are not only my muse, but my most precious treasure.”

You smirk, knowing that he calls you his treasure. You have known it from the beginning. “I love you.” You murmur, pecking his lips once more. “Let’s go out and celebrate your script being picked up then you can fuck me and make me cum while I wear those earrings you bought me.” You shift to stand up, winking at him as you make your way to the bathroom.

Javi watches you go, a silly grin on his face before he starts to strip off his ruined pants and shirt. He is eager to get you to the club to show you off, show the world that you’re his and he can’t believe you want him. Leaving Mallorca to pursue his dreams, Javi never imagined he’d find success, let alone the love of his life. He knows that his advice to his children will always be to follow your dreams. He hopes that one day, you’ll be the mother of his children. His dreams will come true, he knows they will when he has his tresor.

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Demon Miguel x Reader

(demon Miguel? Ish this is so random and confusing)

You laid in your bed, facing the wall as you thought about everything but nothing.

You heard your door open and the usual hand go to your shoulder.

"Baby? I made you some breakfast." You heard Miguel whisper as you turned around and looked at him.

"I don't feel like breakfast." You muttered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.

You knew what he was going to do.

"I'll eat... I'm sorry, please don't, Miguel." You whispered as he smiled.

"You'll be a good little girl for me? I don't need to force your mind?" He asked running his hand through your hair as you looked at him in fear.

"Yes, I'll be good." You whispered as he helped you stand up, he grabbed your nightgown and placed it over your.

"Come now, sweet human. I made pancakes for your lovely little tummy." He said as you cringed but followed him out.

He sat you down at the table that he had set and ran his hand over your hair.

"I love having you as my little human." He whispered before sitting across from you.

He didn't need to eat but he always loved to watch you eat and it made you just a little bit uncomfortable.

"I don't like when you watch me eat..." You muttered as he chuckled softly.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, my love?" He questioned, making you sigh and continue eating.

"None of this is fair, you shouldn't be able to just...control me whenever you want! Or make me into something you want!" You shouted in anger at him as he tilted your hand.

"You should be thankful I let you have your own mind any of the time and... If you'd like to keep acting like a child I could always..." He taunted looking into your eyes.

"No! Please, I hate when you do that..." You muttered as he smiled.

"Aww, but I love it. You're so cute when you're little and so easy to manipulate." He said as you looked away from him.

And stared down at your breakfast.

"I want to go out today..." You muttered, poking at your food.

"Well, I'll make you a deal. We can go out for the day...if I can make you my little girl again so I know you won't try anything." He replied as you thought for a moment.

You hated when he was revert your mind...and body so you were more vulnerable but you wanted to get out so badly.

"Fine... Only if you buy me a laptop." You said, narrowing your eyes to see if he would actually agree.

He smiled and snapped his fingers and a brand new laptop appeared in front of you, still in its box.

"Done, now, my darling. Finish your pancakes while I find a perfect outfit for my little girl." He said standing up and walking away, you were just glad you could finish your breakfast without him watching.

Once you had finished he came out and stood in front of you with an excited smile.

"I'm all ready for you." He said as you groaned and sat up.

"Just... Take care of me and don't be weird, okay?" You muttered as Miguel sighed and lifted your chin to look at him.

"You don't need to be worried, I know your childhood was rough, little one but I promise I will never do what your father did." He said as you nodded a little.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly.

"Relax." He whispered as you closed your eyes and let out a breath.

You could feel it happening, you'd never tell him but you did enjoy it. Not many people were able to be a kid again and experience that child-like enjoyment and wonder of the world.

You felt everything changing, when it first happened it was terrifying but now you were used to it.

When you opened your eyes you saw Miguel was much taller than you, your mind was different and even how you saw things.

"There's my little one." Miguel said as he reached down and picked you up, you sat on his hip and looked at him.

"Did you have enough breakfast, darling?" He asked as you nodded and looked away.

"Oh, come on. Don't be shy, my love. We're going out today, I'm going to get you some yummy food and we can go shopping." He said as he saw you smile a little.

"There's my happy girl, come on let's get you dressed."

Miguel had got you dressed into a nice dress, shoes and a hat.

He held your hand as he walked through the streets with you.

He loved how humans treated him when they thought he was an attractive caring single dad.

You both arrived at a Cafe and Miguel helped you sit down across from him, you were a restless child but he didn't mind.

He let you order whatever food you wanted and he noticed how excited you were.

"Do you want daddy to buy you a new teddy today?" He asked as you looked at him.

"You're not my daddy..." You muttered as he looked back at you.

"I take care of you and I love you very very much, doesn't that qualify me? Wouldn't it just be easier if you called me daddy?" He asked as you looked away and thought for a bit.

"But... I don't like that word. It reminds me..." You muttered as Miguel looked at you sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart. I didn't even think about that. What if you call me Papa? It's Spanish." He suggested as you thought for a bit.

"Papa." You muttered, thinking for a bit.

"I like that one." You said making Miguel smile.

"Very well, darling." He said as you smiled a little.

You did everything you wanted to do while you were out, but Miguel could see you were starting to get tired.

He picked you up and you fell asleep on his shoulder as he carried you home.

Once he got back you slowly woke up and he placed you on the ground and knelt in front of you.

"We had a good day didn't we, baby?" He said as you yawned and nodded.

"I think it's time I change you back." He whispered, running his finger over your cheek.

He kissed your forehead before he backed away.

It all happened again but this time in reverse.

You groaned and rubbed your head before you opened your eyes and looked at Miguel.

"Welcome back, darling." He whispered as you smiled a little.

You shuffled forward and wrapped your arms around him to his surprise.

"Thank you..." You whispered softly as he hugged you back.

None of this made sense, it really didn't but Miguel was starting to heal that child inside of you.

"That's okay, my sweet girl."

#Miguel x reader #Miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel #Miguel o'hara #Atsv #Fic #Yandere

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makeitmingi · 9 months

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Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 5]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

[A/N: I know the Ateez members don’t stay in one dorm anymore but for the sake of this story, let’s assume that they do. Their old arrangement of Matz in one room, Mingi in his own room, San & Yunho in one room and the other 3 in one. ]

After you were finished, you left with Mingi and Hongjoong for movie night at their dorm. But of course, the others demanded that you make a quick pit stop to get snacks before going to theirs.

“We’re here.” The van stopped in the basement carpark of the apartment complex and you all climbed out. Hongjoong held his hand out to you to help you get down. Mingi didn’t say a word, taking your laptop bag for you so you wouldn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. You rode the lift with them to the house. Mingi couldn’t even finish putting in the passcode when the door opened.

“Indigo!” Wooyoung yelled excitedly, throwing himself at you to hug you tightly. You caught him, surprised by the sudden attack.

“Shh, Wooyoung! You’re going to disturb the neighbours. Let’s go in.” Hongjoong scolded. Wooyoung let go of you but held your hand to lead you into the dorm.

“Glad you could make it.” San smiled.

“Thank you for inviting me.” You bowed your head. Wooyoung pulled you further into the dorm.

“Are you okay? Didn’t get chased by paparazzi?” Wooyoung asked, worry suddenly written all over his face. You knew he was referring to the article with Dean. You were a little surprised that they all knew about it.

“Oh, that. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just went out for some drinks and people were probably excited that Hyuk had emerged again. No one has recognised me so far. Except those who know what I kind of look like, like you guys. Producer Indigo is still a ghost, I’ve not been photographed anywhere else.” You assured him. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness. I thought someone would have recognised you or started some fake news about you.” Wooyoung smiled.

“Thank you for your concern.” You gave him an eye smile.

“Of course, we were all worried for your safety, even asked Eden hyung about it. But he said you’ve been at the studio the whole day with no disturbance.” Yeosang added as he walked past.

“I’m sorry if I’ve inconvenienced any of you with this. I’ll be more careful in the future.” You turned to whoever was around and bowed.

“Inconvenienced? What are you talking about? Never.” Yunho scoffed.

“Let me go wash up first since I’ve been at the studio to whole day.” You told them, a little flustered by their affection. Wooyoung led you to one of the bathrooms in the dorm.

You locked the door and removed your mask to wash your face. Since you were not outdoors, you removed your beanie to put your hair into a loose bun, not wanting your hair to be in the way. Before exiting, you put your mask back on.

“Wow, you really look like Hongjoong hyung.” Jongho stated.

“What are you talking about? Indigo is pretty, don’t keep comparing her to me. It’s insulting to her.” Hongjoong snorted.

“But hyung, you’re good looking!” Wooyoung chased after the captain to the kitchen. You chuckled and walked to the living room area. Yunho and Seonghwa parted to make space for you on the couch. Seonghwa asked you about the progress of the producing today and you gladly shared with him how it was in the studio with Hongjoong and Mingi.

“I’m excited to work with all of you in the studio when the time comes.” You said to the two.

“We’re... not the quietest group, if you haven’t noticed. It will not be different even while recording. The chaos is just as bad. That’s why the captain tries to split us up into smaller groups.” Yunho warned.

“Like that ever works. He puts Wooyoung, Mingi and Jongho together. Might as well send the whole group.” Seonghwa snorted.

“I’m guessing those are the troublemakers?” You asked with amusement.

“Even ATINY knows. Me, Yeosang and San are the good kids.” Yunho smiled proudly while nodding his head. Seonghwa rolled his eyes, everyone in Ateez had their own kind of chaos.

“Is there anything I can help with?” You stood up when you saw those in the kitchen preparing the snacks and drinks.

“Nonsense, you’re our guest. Besides, we can handle it. Now go relax in the living room.” Wooyoung placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around and gently pushing you out of the kitchen. You turned back to look at the kitchen with uncertainty.

“They say they’re handling it but I swear I smell something burning.” You scratched your head. Seonghwa burst out laughing, patting your shoulder before going to check on those in the kitchen.

“You can help us pick a movie.” San and Yeosang said from their spots on the ground. They reminded you of kids, it was quite adorable.

“Sure.” You nodded and headed over, sitting with them.

“We would give you a tour of the dorm but the rooms are too messy.” Yeosang said, a little too honestly, making Yunho hit the back of his head. San also slapped his arm.

“Why would you tell her that?” He hissed.

“I don’t know about you guys but my room isn’t messy.” Hongjoong shrugged, emerging from the kitchen, having been kicked out by Seonghwa.

“Because you room with Seonghwa hyung. He would never let your room get messy.” Jongho said. Soon, Mingi, Wooyoung and Seonghwa came out with trays of snacks and drinks.

“Can I have an iced tea, please?” You requested, sitting up on the couch. Mingi reached out to take the bottle, pouring it into the glass with ice cubes. What you didn’t expect was for him to take out a straw and put it into the glass, making it easier for you with drink with your mask on. Then he carefully handed it over to you.

“Oh, thank you...” You said, touched by his actions, receiving the glass with two hand and a bow of your head.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and turned back to the snacks. Instead of sitting on the couch, Mingi sat himself on the ground, in front of you.

“Am I blocking?” He turned back. You shook your head with a thumbs up.

“Can I sit with you?” Wooyoung asked. You nodded, patting the space. He grinned and sat down, draping a blanket over you and himself. The movie that was picked was a Studio Ghibli movie.

“Everyone comfortable?” Hongjoong asked.

“Yes!” Everyone replied. Hongjoong went to turn down the lights while San started the movie.

Throughout the movie, you would sneak snacks under your mask. Wooyoung would sometimes help you lift the blanket to cover the lower part of your face for you to eat, while his eyes were trained on the television screen. It was so comforting you hadn’t realised you fell asleep.

“That was a good movie.” Seonghwa stretched his arms as the credits rolled. Mingi sat up and looked behind to see you and Wooyoung fast asleep against each other. He reached out to adjust your mask first.

“She’s asleep.” Mingi said to the others.

“Jongho ah, go to bed. Go.” Yeosang gently woke his roommate. The youngest groaned, frowning slightly at being disturbed.

“Come on.” Yeosang pulled Jongho up by his arms and moved him to the room, bidding everyone goodnight at the same time. Seonghwa moved the sleeping Hongjoong to their shared room as well.

“Should we leave them? Rather than move them and risk them waking up.” Yunho asked.

“It’s okay if Wooyoung wakes up, not her. I’ll let her sleep in my room. There’s more privacy.” Mingi offered since he was the only one that had his own room.

“I’ll carry her.” San said. The other two nodded, trusting their member’s strength more than their own. You must have been in deep sleep because you didn’t even flinch as San slipped his arms under you.

“Careful.” Yunho cautioned. Mingi opened his room door and San gently placed you down on the bed.

“Let’s go.” San ushered everyone out. He draped the blanket over your body and they turned off the lights before closing the door. After that, Yunho retreated to the room while San went to wake his best friend to move him back to his room as well. Wooyoung whined, grumbling as San lifted him up and guided him to his room.

“You can sleep in my bed, Mingi. I can bunk with Wooyoung or Jongho.” San told the taller male, who sat on the couch.

“It’s okay. Sleep in your own bed. I’ll stay up for a bit more and sleep here.” Mingi patted the couch. San stopped, uncertainty written all over his face but Mingi just waved him off.

“Go on, I’m fine. Goodnight~” Mingi wished. San nodded and bowed before shuffling to his room.

You jolted awake, looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. Your hands went to your face and realised that your mask had fallen off in your sleep. While reaching for it, you saw something on the nightstand beside you.

‘Here’s a new, clean mask.’

You saw the note beside the new mask but no one signed off. Putting the note in your pocket, you wore the new mask. The room had some merch with ‘Song Mingi’ over it so you guessed that you were in his room. But the tall male was nowhere in sight. Opening the door, you poked your head out.

“Ateez?” You whispered but the dorm was pin drop silent. You quietly tip toed out to see Mingi sleeping soundly on the couch, the blanket you shared with Wooyoung last night covering his body.

‘Thank you for letting me use your room and sleep in the living room, as well as the new mask. I owe you one! - Indigo’

After placing your note on the back of Mingi’s phone, which was beside his head, you carefully wore your shoes and left the dorm to go home.

“What time is it?” You checked your phone as you entered your house.

‘Thanks again for the movie night, Ateez. It was really enjoyable after a long day of work. I’m sorry I fell asleep, I promise to try to stay awake until the end the next time! - Indigo’

‘Next time?! Does that mean you would come again? - Wooyoung’

‘If you’d have me over. - Indigo’

‘Of course! And don’t apologise for falling alseep, we know how hard you’ve been working in the studio. - Seonghwa’

‘Plus your lack of a sleep schedule. - Jongho’

With a chuckle, you put your phone aside. You removed your clothes and jumped into the shower since you didn’t get to shower after work. Your intention was to come home after the movie and shower but you feel asleep at Ateez’s dorm. While your hair was drying, you made some breakfast food for yourself, which was french toast.

“Thank goodness there are off days.” You fell face first onto your bed. Tucked under the blankets, you scrolled on your phone, glad to finally have some time to relax and not need to think about work.

Mingi was the last one to wake up. He sat up, momentarily forgetting that he was sleeping in the living room.

“Oh, Mangi, you’re awake.” Wooyoung said, cup of coffee in his hand as he came out of the kitchen.

“Indigo still sleeping?” Mingi asked, stretching his long limbs.

“Nah, she went home while we were all still asleep. She texted that she was home when we just woke up.” Wooyoung explained before going back to his room. Mingi blinked and picked up his phone, seeing your note.

“Owe me one?” He laughed. Putting the blanket aside, he went back to his room to see the bed perfectly made. Even he doesn’t make his own bed so neatly when he sleeps there.

“Mingi, want breakfast? The others want eggs and sausages.” Seonghwa poked his head into the room.

“Sure, hyung... Just save me a plate. I think I’m gonna get a bit more sleep.” Mingi replied to the oldest’s question. Seonghwa nodded and closed the door. Mingi yawned and dove under his covers to get comfortable, hoping to get few more hours of sleep. Luckily there was no schedules today.

“Hmm~” As he scrolled on his phone, he found himself humming the tune that you and Hongjoong were producing yesterday. Chewing on his bottom lip, he opened his notes app and began typing away.

“Captain, breakfast.” Seonghwa called. Hongjoong sat up, ruffling his hair as he stared into space blankly for a few seconds. He came down from his bed and went to wash up.

“Indigo?”

“She went back way earlier, hyung. We were all still asleep when she left.” Yeosang said as he set the table. Hongjoong nodded his head.

“I’m glad she got home safe. I hope she enjoyed her time here yesterday.” He asked as he sat down.

“Yeah. I think she did, even if she fell asleep. She mentioned a ‘next time’ so that’s a good sign right?” Wooyoung asked, taking his seat beside San. Hongjoong nodded in reply.

When you woke up, it was slightly after noon. Thankfully you didn’t spend your day off sleeping. You went to the bathroom to wash up and change your clothes. You grabbed your bag, adjusting the cap over your head and the mask over your face. Checking the time once again, you left your house and made your way to the train station.

“One ticket for the 2:30 train, please.” You went to the counter. The lady nodded and handed you the ticket as you slipped the money under the glass.

‘You’re welcome, I just hope my bed was comfortable enough. No need to owe me. - Mingi’

‘Also, no one saw your face. I made sure to adjust it. - Mingi’

‘Come on, let me at least buy you coffee next time or a meal. And thank you for doing that. I removed my mask in my sleep at some point and wasn’t sure if anyone saw. - Indigo’

‘I want to assure you that the others and I have no intention of ‘un-masking’ you or taking advantage of you to remove your mask. - Mingi’

‘I know, I trust you guys. - Indigo’

With a soft sigh, you put your phone down and leaned your head against the train seat to look out the window. The train ride wasn’t too far away, it was only a hour’s journey. You took your laptop out to do some work.

“Hello?” You picked up your buzzing phone.

“Indigo! I heard you left early this morning.” You heard the captain’s voice.

“Oh, Hongjoong. Yes, when I woke up, everyone was still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb anyone so I let myself out.” You replied.

“Ah... Don’t worry about that. We can sleep like logs. I hope you enjoyed the movie night with us yesterday, as chaotic as the boys are.” He chuckled, much to the shouts of protest of people in the background. You couldn’t help but laugh, Hongjoong probably had you on speaker.

“After knowing you guys for two weeks and seeing how you are, I think it would be weird to see you guys not chaotic and energetic. It is practically a norm now.” You smiled.

“Thankfully we didn’t scare you off then.”

“It’s going to take a lot more than that to scare me off. And thank you for having me over, I had a great time with all of you.” You said.

“We’ll do it again some time-”

“Are you out now? I hear a train!” Wooyoung must have snatched the phone from Hongjoong. You could hear Hongjoong scolding the mischievious boy while Wooyoung ignored him and laughed playfully.

“Mhmm. I’m on a train.” You nodded, even if he couldn’t see you. You didn’t give too much away as to where you were or where you were going.

“Stop disturbing her and let her enjoy her day off! And give me back my phone!” There was the sound of a tussle and Wooyoung screaming before the call cut. You looked at your phone in shock. You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth with your hand over your mouth to prevent your laughter from being too loud and disturbing the other passengers.

When the train announced your stop, you got up and exited the train. Although you didn’t get to work during the train ride like you intended, you were grateful for the call with Ateez.

“Ahjumma.” You greeted as you pushed open the gate. The old lady that was sweeping the ground looked up, a slight frow on her face. But she never said anything more, turning to head into the house.

“Haneul?” You called out. There were little footsteps and giggles from behind you. Bending down, you caught the little girl in your arms, hugging her tight and lifting her up. As she wrapped her arms around you, you inhaled her scent.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered.

“Unnie!” She grinned, both hands reaching out to pull your mask down. You didn’t stop her, just continuing to smile softly at her.

“I missed you.” You pushed her hair away from her face. From the back of the house, you heard a lot more children laughter but decided against going there. You were here for Haneul and Haneul only, she was your priority. You straightened up and held her hand.

“Hold on first, yeah?” You told her to wait as you went into the house. The old lady from earlier sat in front of the television, a bored look on her face.

“Here is Haneul’s living expenses.” You bowed, holding the envelope of cash in front of you. She wordlessly sat up and took the money, stuffing it into her pocket before waving you off.

Haneul was your cousin, who you decided to care for in their stead. They were going to give her up for adoption but you stuck a deal with the orphanage owner.

While you worked, the lady that owns the orphanage helps you to take care of her. In return, all you have to do is give her money for Haneul’s living expenses and her schooling. Unlike the other kids, Haneul goes to public kindergarten.

She doesn’t care much but at least she continues to hold up her end of the deal, using your money to care for Haneul and not putting her up for adoption with the other children.

“Are we going to your house today?” Haneul looked at you.

“Not today, baby. I’m sorry. Next week, you’ll stay with me for two nights.” You promised. Her eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly.

“Can we go to the zoo?” She requested.

“Of course, we’ll do anything you want.” You said. When Haneul came to the stay with you, you always made it about her. You brought her to a nearby park and brought her ice cream.

“Do you like it?” You asked. The 4 year old nodded her head happily. Haneul was your world, she was the only thing that motivated you to continue doing what you do. Soon, you hope to get her out of the system and have her live with you like she’s supposed to. But your job needed you to work 24/7, it would be unfair to her if she was with you and you couldn’t be there for her.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You smiled down at her. She held up her ice cream to you to share it with you.

“I love you too, unnie. Even if I don’t see you every day, I like that we can still video call! And I like staying over at your house with you.” She giggled while you wiped the ice cream off her lips.

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baby-alien11 · 11 months

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Cat Distribution System (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver @wenvierismycomfort @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo

Since the night of the late prom, Jack and your friend group has been hanging out in your house to make up for the last time, that was three days ago, and you all were lucky to be in summer vacations

Skeet was happy to see the friend group together again and with a new addition, even more because he know had extra hands to help him with the plantings in the garden

That's why after having breakfast, the six of you were in the garden ready to water the plantations and collect the fruits and vegetables in there

"Right know I want to be Butters and be inside of the house sleeping", Noah commented, "He seems so comfortable in there"

"Same", the rest of you exclaimed

"Specially sleeping in the air conditioner", Sarah added

"Guys, we just need to collect some things and we can go back to the inside of the house", you tried to cheer them, "Besides it's fun"

"We should watch a movie after this", Jack suggested grabing some blueberries

"I won't watch Avatar two again", Scott exclaimed, "I refuse to watch Neteyam's death for a second time"

Laughing because of that, the six of you continued to threat the garden and chatting ocasionally

While you were collecting some carrots you heard something not so far from where you were but you thought it was some bug, but after a little more movement on that same area, you left your little basket with the carrots you already collected and aproached to the sound crouching down to move some plants, founding a small light orange kitten that looked a little scared

"Hi baby", you spoked softly streching your hand, "How did you end up in here?"

A little doubtful, the kitten smelled your hand getting closer slowly making you smile with cuteness

"You're so small to be alone, where's your mommy?", in response the kitten just let out a little meow, "I see, how about if you stay with me for indefinite time, until we find you a home, do you like the idea?"

In response, the kitten just started to rub against your hand and leg making you smile and sccoting them carefuly in your arms pressing them against your chest

"Guys", you called them softly causing them to look at you, "Look what I found"

Hearing your voice, everyone left what they were doing to aproach you noticing the small ball of fur in your chest

"Oh my God", Abby exclaimed in low voice, "It's so small"

"Where did you find her or him?", Jack asked streching his hand to scratch the head of the kitten

"In the middle of the plants", you responded, "And while we know the gender, we will use neutral pronouns with the baby"

"Wait, so the cat just appeared in the garden?", Noah cuestioned in shock, "Did your dad started to plant fur balls and now cats are blossoming?"

"This is the best garden ever", Sarah sighed

"So, what, are you going to keep them?", Scott asked

"First I need to let dad know about this little friend"

Getting all the collected fruits and vegetables, the six, seven with the kitten, walked inside the house were Skeet was in the living room with his laptop on his lap

"Dad", you exclaimed

"What's up tornado?", Skeet greeted without stopping to pay attention to his laptop

"Look what I found", you hummed

Closing his laptop, Skeet turned in your direction noticing the light orange cat that contrasted with your purple shirt

"Where did you find a cat?", Skeet questioned walking in your direction

"I found them close to the carrots", you answered scratching their between their ears, "It's a baby and was scared"

"The cat chose you", Noah exclaimed, "It's the cat distribution system working"

"Dad, can I keep them?", you asked with pleading eyes

"First it needs to see a veterinarian", Skeet said

"We can go to Butters vet", Jack spoke with Butters in his arms, "It's open all day"

Agreeing with that idea, the three of you (along with the two cats), left the house leaving the other four teenagers in there to go to Butters veterinarian, during the car ride both cats use that time to bond with each other, even if the kitten was with you in the passenger seat and Butters in the back with Jack

Arriving at the vet, Jack was the one who spoke with the receptionist mannaging to get a space for the kitten, so after waiting for a few minutes, the three of you walked inside the consultory where the vet started to check on the kitten

"It's a girl, probably one or two months", the doctor informed after a few minutes, "How did you find her again?"

"We were taking care of the garden and collecting fruits and vegetables when I find her next to the carrots", you answered

"Probably she separated from her family", the vet pointed, "Everything is alright with her, she just need the basic vaccines and the deworming pill, are you going to keep her?"

"First I need to talk with my daughter", Skeet spoke

Going to a corner of the consultory to be a little more private, Skeet was the first to spoke

"Listen, tornado, I saw that you already bonded with the cat, and I don't blame you because she's cute, but I want you to know is that having a pet is a big responsability, this isn't a tamagotchi or a virtual pet, this is a living being that needs to be fed, a litter box, and everything it need to keep them alive and comfortable, understood?"

"Yes", you nodded with security

"I'm going to help you with the payments of all the cat needs because we live under the same roof, but taking care of her is your responsability, deal?"

"Deal", formalizing the agreement, both of you shaked hands

With the agreement made, both of you returned to the vet table were the little kitten immediately walked towards you, making you smile and pet her

"Yes, I'm going to keep her", you finally answered

"Perfect, she needs a name for ther vaccines card, I'm going to get one to start filling", the vet said leaving the room

"So, what are you going to name her?", Jack asked

Taking the cat on your hands, you put her right in front of your face eye to eye to start analizing her, noticing that her fur resembled one character from the first scream that made you scared of crossing a pet door

"Tatum", you anounced, "She's my Tatum and she won't cross any pet door"

After an hour in the vet getting everything done with Ttaum, the next destination was the pet store, where Jack being the one with more experience with cats, was the one who pointed the best food and products, except for a bed and a cat tower

"Guys, we have a new member of the crew", you anounced entering the house, "Say hi to Tatum"

"You adopted her!", Abby exclaimed sprinting towards you with the others following, "Why Tatum?"

"Because her hair resembles Tatum Riley's hair", you explained

"Wait, why you didn't brought a bed for her?", Noah asked noticing the cat stuff that Skeet and Jack were bringing inside the house, "Or a cat tower?"

"My baby is going to sleep in the squishmallow shark bed and the flower cat tower flower that I saw on tik tok a few weeks ago", you declared

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yn.ulrich everyone, meet Tatum

jackchampion she is so cute, i love her as if is my own cat

› yn.ulrich if Butters is also my cat, Tatum is also your cat

user014 Y/N GOT A CAT

rosemcgowan I'm so honnored that you named your cat after my character

› yn.ulrich thank you aunt Rose, Tatum deserved to be a final girl

user710 Y/N spilling facts

julrich21 IN WHAT MOMENT YOU ADOPTED A CAT??

› yn.ulrich like a few hours ago

yn.ulrich, jackchampion, romeosanga and 5, 301 more

thebutterschronicles I got a sister, mom Y/N found her near the carrots, so I guess Tatum is one

user410 this is so beautiful and cute

user6253 Butters and Tatum being cat siblings is the best

user025834 Butters and Tatum>>>

user7150 best cat siblings

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asherloki · 11 months

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Innocence!

Bbc Sherlock x virgin reader!

Warning:- fingering, age gap, sexual context!

Request:- Can I request 14 and 29 from the smut prompts with sherlock please? I can’t wait to see what you come up with! ~ anon!

Prompt list!

"Ugh, I said no" y/n said on phone annoyingly before hanging up. Sherlock was stunned to see her in such a mood. His roommate, or rather little roomate is always childish (like him) but what caused her to be annoyed. He calls her little roommate because she always acts like a baby and was also quite younger than him.

"What's wrong little...." Sherlock was about to say his favourite nickname for her but y/n stopped him.

"Don't you dare say that, I'm very mad."

"I just wanted to know what's wrong" said Sherlock.

"Ugh, this fucking guy friend of mine want's to hookup with me"

"Oh" said Sherlock as this topic he tends to avoid cause he's way too ahead of this, "so what's stopping you."

"I don't want to" snaps y/n

"Wait wait wait, don't tell me it's Chris" Sherlock asks now, he's now perfectly invested in solving y/n's case.

"What... How do you know that?" Asked she.

"Oh because when you received the call you were happy and when he talked of hooking up you were annoyed, you totally have a crush on him but you may not be ready for sex and it's totally fine." Said Sherlock.

"No I can't hide a thing from you" y/n snapped again.

"Mmmm no you can't" said he and gave a mischievous smile, which said 'i'll always win'.

"But it's not that I'm not ready." She started to explain.

"So?" Sherlock enquired putting his laptop down.

"I don't want a casual hookup, I can only sleep with someone I love, and also..."

"And also?" He asked.

"Nothing but yeah just casual hookup ain't my thing."

"Hmmm... What kinda men do you like though." Asked Sherlock and this did the trick. She blushed and looked away, Sherlock always noticed how she'd stare at him when he's inside in his house robes, how domestic, he noticed she'd stare at his long fingers and there's something about her blush when Sherlock is to close to her. He knew she might like him. But he was too older. Over ten years, so he preferred to keep it platonic, but he knows the truth, when she comes out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, water still dripping from hair, it does makes Sherlock stare too. When she watches herself in the mirror and wears lipstick, winks at her own reflection Sherlock does stares then as well. Y/n thought before answering him, "i don't think I have a specific type but if I have sex, I'd want someone who'd care for me because...."

"Because?"

"I don't know anything about it honestly." She admitted. Sherlock got up and said, "sit here little...."

"No, not that name". She warned.

"Okay, come sit we'll discuss about this Chris guy."

She sits on his couch and takes her phone in hand. When He suddenly came close to y/n. His face very close to her, she liked it. She even blushed furiously,

"Wh-what?" She asked softly.

"Nothing just... wanna taste my cupcake." He replied seductively.

Slowly he pressed his lips on hers. She returned the the kiss. She knew how to kiss thankfully but the next thing was new, Sherlock slipped a tongue inside her mouth and so did she. She cupped his face and enjoyed their tongues dancing. Then His lips went from her lips to her soft cheeks and then neck and collarbone, no one ever visited those places. Her whimpers and gasps reflected her inexperience. She caught his back and the upper arm tightly as his hand went to touch her delicate soft thighs, then to upwards.

"Sherlock" his name came out as whimper as he touched exactly where even she herself never did. Sherlock lifted his face from her neck and enquired with baffled eyes, "you never touched yourself?"

In reply y/n could only shake her head. To this, Sherlock gave a mischievous smirk. And his hand slide inside her panties to touch where she needed to be. Her eyes closed in pleasure and in embarrassment. Sherlock exploring her. The places of her body which no body ever has. His fingers touched her slit and the clit. She couldn't help but whimper softly.

"You're wet, so wet." Sherlock said, rather whispered.

"I've never been... Ah touched like this before". Y/n replied.

"Good" he whispered to her ear, intentionally so his voice send shivers down her spine. He rubbed his finger against her clit. This was enough for her to moan. She gripped him tightly almost her small nails as if it would dig in his flesh making holes in his coat. "Oh fuck" she moaned followed by a hum. Her innocent child like face making such sounds? Sherlock may have been more turned on by her helpless state, her innocent face. She was absolutely inexperienced when it came to sex.

"I never knew you make such sweet noises" teased Sherlock.

"Neither do I." She replied rather whispered between her pleasure.

As she grew more wet he took this opportunity to slide his finger in her. This was new to her too. A sudden low scream came out of her mouth.

"Shhhh don't let Mrs Hudson know". Said he. And started to finger her. She rolled her eyes once he got the rhythm, in pleasure.

"You like it little cupcake?" Asked he . She could hardly talk back, yet tried and said, "don't stop please". Looking at him with her puppy eyes, Sherlock wouldn't admit but he was a sucker for that baby face and her puppy eyes.

"I don't intend to." He replied and fastened his speed.

"Keep doing what you're doing, please Sherlock." She pleaded.

"I got you". He fingered her harder until he felt she was close and came all over his finger. He held her and she panted for her first time experiencing something like that.

"This is how you do it." Sherlock said with a smile. A smile which had care and mischief both. To this she needed to reply to her detective. She turned and smirked. Her confidence grew alot after this so she said,

"Maybe you can teach me something more."

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock smut

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unwanted-animal · 3 months

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Fate Makes Fools - A FirstPrince Soulmate/Omegaverse AU

Tags: Canon Divergence, AU, Soulmates, Omegaverse, Fluff, Smut, FirstPrince, RWRB Movie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, knotting, throat knotting, knotting, breeding, vaginal sex. Henry Fpx Has a Breeding Kink, Now Alex Claremont-diaz Does Too, Lingerie

Chapter Two: Becoming (3912 words)

Moving from the rewrite here, I still hope I captured the sweetness and softness of their first time - Because the next time is going to be debauched as all hell ✌️✌️

You looked incredible in your interview tonight.

You were watching?

Of course. I miss you.

I miss you too, Henry.

There’s this charity polo match in Windsor next month that my mate Percy’s foundation organizes. I was wondering if you might want to be my guest?

Oh, uh.

I don’t know how to play polo.

Damn.

Well, I suppose that will be alright, seeing as you won’t be playing.

I will.

You’ll be watching on the sidelines.

Great! That’s probably safer for everyone.

Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the uniform.

Or taking you out of it.

Alex grinned. He closed his laptop and made his way over to the bed. Dropping down onto his back, he considered how to answer. Flirting wasn’t new to him. The bond between Henry and him even made it a little easier - it gave him instincts, feelings on what Henry might enjoy. At the same time, however, an anxious little ache in his mind worried he’d push Henry away, or scare him off if he came on too strong.

Dost thy Royal Highness attempt to sext?

You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.

Hey, I like that you take charge. I’m not complaining. Just teasing a little.

You do love to tease me.

What are you wearing right now? It’s gotta be late there, right? You’re like five hours ahead of me.

A dressing gown and little else, other than my panties.

Are they anything like the pair you left with me?

Unfortunately not. These are plain. For comfort.

You’re bad at this, you know that?

I’m trying. I promise.

Okay. Let’s try something else. What would you do if I crawled into bed with you right now?

Fill my mouth with your throbbing cock again. I enjoyed feeling full of you.

“Okay, I can work with this,” Alex muttered to himself. He licked his lips and began to type.

You’re so eager. I like that too. Did you like it when I pulled your hair?

I adored it. I wish you would have fucked my throat though. Used me properly.

Do you like being used?

I like the idea of being used by you.

I’ll remember that for Windsor.

My turn to ask a question.

Shoot.

If you could do anything to me, what would it be?

I’d wrap your thighs around my head and eat your ass.

Really? Why?

It’s perfect, and firm, and I bet it’s soft too. I think I could make you squirm. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m good with my mouth.

Oh I’ve noticed. Most people I’ve been with couldn’t find my clit if I planted a flag on it. Your experience is very much my luck.

Some time, I want to taste you without your hormones. Just Henry. I would love that.

I want to test something. Tell me if you feel anything, okay?

Yes, Alex. I will.

Alex raised his arm and stared at the purple words that glowed against his skin. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over them, letting out a soft moan. A few moments later his phone chimed.

I felt something wet and soft on my mark. What did you do?

I licked it. Holy shit, Henry. We could do so much with this.

Why do I have the feeling you’re going to make my life hell until the polo match?

Because I am, baby.

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The revelation that they could feel through their marks only made waiting harder. Henry would be in a meeting, or at the hospital visiting, or doing some dull ribbon-cutting, and he’d feel heated skin slide against his arm. Or the curve of a knot. Or a hot spatter of cum. Sometimes Alex would kiss it and Henry would melt, lost in the gentle touch of his lips.

But he gave as good as he got.

Vibrations ran along Alex’s arm as he sat in class. The teasing flick of a tongue danced up his skin. Now and then he felt the caress of satin or cotton as Henry dragged pairs of panties over his mark. His slick was the hardest to deal with. Alex swore he could smell it, the lingering memories of the dinner party making his head swim. He always found a way to excuse himself, heading for the nearest bathroom or private area to ease the desire threatening to swallow him. A quick jack off always helped. It made Alex feel the perfect amount of filthy. The sex talk with his parents didn’t exactly cover the possibilities of soulmate connections - likely because it was too much for a teenager to handle.

But he was an adult now, and fuck , it was the best discovery of his life.

The day of the polo match, Alex behaved himself until Henry was finished playing. It was hard not to stare. He looked gorgeous in his uniform. Red really suited him, far more than the monochrome suits and tuxedos he wore to other events. After leaving the field, Henry invited him to the tack shed under the guise of showing off the equipment. He followed, eager to get his hands on him. Before he could, though, Henry shoved him against the wall and kissed him. Alex groaned and kissed him back, losing himself in the warmth of his mouth. He wrapped him in his arms, pulling Henry’s body against his. Breathless, he chased Henry’s lips and walked him back toward the table. As soon as they reached it he helped Henry hop onto its surface. Their lips were never apart for more than a second, both starved for the taste of the other. After all the teasing and the texts, they needed contact - even if they had precious little time to do much.

Alex undid Henry’s pants and yanked them down his hips, bringing his panties with them. He dropped to his knees and Henry grabbed his dark curls, gripping him tight as he swung his thighs over Alex’s shoulders. With no ceremony whatsoever Alex buried his face between his cheeks. Henry gasped as his tongue slid over his muscle, squeezing his thighs against Alex’s head. He tilted his hips forward to give Alex better access, head falling back in pleasure. Henry fucked himself on Alex’s face, letting out breathless noises as he worked his tongue inside him. Alex loved the way he tasted; clean and coppery, with the faintest salt of his sweat from riding in the heat. He loosed a needy growl, sucking at his hole while his tongue curled inside him.

“Mmn! Alex!”

Hearing him come undone was exhilarating, and Alex loved it. He focused on Henry’s pleasure, ignoring the heat that pooled in his stomach. He nuzzled against his cheek, breath hot against Henry’s skin. Alex ate his perfect ass until his jaw and tongue began to ache.

Henry tried to warn him, but he couldn’t speak fast enough. He came, squirting slick onto Alex’s hair and face as his thighs clenched against him. Alex kept eating him through his orgasm, until he was a wet, trembling mess begging him to stop.

“We’ll get caught ,” Henry panted, pushing Alex away. “Come on! Let me get dressed!”

Alex grinned and bit his thigh as he finally pulled back.

“Yes, your Royal Highness. I suppose I can let you rest…”

As they left the tack room, walking beside one another, Henry glanced over at Alex.

“Are you hungry?”

Alex smirked and continued walking.

“I could eat,” he teased.

Henry grinned and matched his pace. Alex was incorrigible - and he adored him.

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Come to Paris with me.

Paris? What’s the occasion?

A vacation, of sorts. I saw you had no upcoming appearances, and I have a free week…

You know my schedule now?

Amy informed me. I asked very nicely.

I’m sure you did.

Yes, I’ll come to Paris with you.

It wasn’t a request.

But good.

Oh? Was it an order , your royal highness?

Of course it was. Your mum may outrank mine, but I outrank you .

You pulling rank is pretty hot.

I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Alex. Wear something without too many buttons.

Alex received an email from Henry with the hotel information, cc’d to Shaan and Amy so they could organize defenses. He chuckled and replied to the whole chain with a kissy face and an eggplant emoji. They already knew about his and Henry’s fling, after all - he could have some fun teasing them.

Fling . It didn’t feel right to call it that. For soulmates bonding was all part of the process, but he felt pulled toward Henry with a constant, consistent force. He occupied Alex’s thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. Every day apart from him was torture. They stole time where they could, but nothing as long as the week Henry had suggested. It would be their first time together without having to rush since the dinner. No prying eyes, no cameras, just privacy. Time to explore their connection.

Time to explore each other .

He wasted no time in packing his luggage and getting on a flight, eagerly awaiting meeting up with Henry.

Paris glittered like a jewel before him. Alex stared out the window with a drink in his hand, admiring the view. Their room was situated so the Eiffel Tower dominated the landscape, bright and golden against the dark sky. It was beautiful. Breathtaking. A sight he knew he’d never get used to.

The door opened and closed quietly behind him. Henry, joining him at last. He could smell his cologne from across the room. His cologne, and something else. Henry smelled different . The usual hormones that dulled his scent and allowed him to pass as a Beta seemed less present. Before he could turn toward him, Henry was at his back, sliding a hand between his shoulder blades.

“I think we should make love tonight,” Henry said gently, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder.

“… Oh,” Alex replied, brows raised. “I, I mean. Yeah.” Fuck, he sounded like an idiot.

“I’m down.”

He chuckled softly, nerves getting the better of him. He wanted this, he wanted Henry , that was the whole point of their vacation. Still, it was uncharted territory for him. Would being soulmates make the sex different? Why did Henry smell different?

Alex wasn’t a virgin. He slept around, everyone knew that. He always kept things casual, though, and this… What he shared with Henry ran far deeper than a casual tryst. He found himself anxious - and babbling.

“I mean, who says ‘make love’ anymore? Are we gonna, like, listen to Lana Del Rey when we do it?”

“Alright, alright,” Henry laughed, letting him get it out of his system. He kissed Alex, cutting off the free-flowing thoughts with a show of tenderness.

“Mmn, it’s just - this is different,” Alex said the moment their lips parted. “You’re different . If we do this… If we make love, you may never get rid of me.”

“… Maybe I don’t want to be rid of you.”

Henry took his hand, meeting his gaze. They stood there in silence, just looking at one another, letting their breaths fall into sync.

“You smell different.”

“I’m not taking my hormones,” Henry replied, a small smirk spreading across his lips. “Surprise. In a few days’ time, I’ll have my first full heat in, oh, over a decade? And you, darling, can do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groaned. He dropped his head onto Henry’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m so not playing this cool right now. That sounds incredible, Henry, holy shit.”

Henry rubbed his shoulders, still grinning.

“I thought you might enjoy that. And that isn’t the only treat I’ve prepared for you.”

Alex turned his head into Henry’s neck to speak.

“It’s not?”

“Of course not. If I’m to win you over, I need to put in an effort, don’t I?”

“What about me?”

“I’ve been yours for years already. You should have noticed.”

“When did you start to…”

“Fancy you?” Henry asked. “Melbourne Climate Conference. First night party.”

“Really? I thought you hated me.”

“I hated how good you looked.”

Alex raised his head and smiled.

“Wow. You had a lot going on that night.”

“Shut up and unwrap your present,” Henry teased, pushing him away. He took several steps back and waited for Alex to approach.

“Start with my jacket.”

Piece by piece, button by button, Alex stripped Henry of his layers. His broad hands slid along his skin at every opportunity. He laughed and kissed Henry, pulling him close by the waist.

“How much do I need to unwrap?”

“All of it. Every piece, until… You’ll know where to stop,” Henry answered.

Alex draped his jacket and shirt over the nearby chair and knelt down to undo his fly. He unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down, sliding the fabric down his thighs.

A surprised little grunt slipped from his throat at the sight that greeted him.

Henry wore a harness of pearls that glimmered when he shifted. Connected to soft leather straps that hugged his hips, one strand ran between his lips and cheeks. Two other strands hung stylishly over his thighs. Alex growled and peered up at him, dark eyes blown black with lust.

“What is this?” He whispered.

“Your present, darling,” Henry purred in response. “Hand-made by the finest and most discreet jeweler in London, with the assistance of a hobbyist leatherworker I know. Do you like it?”

Alex took hold of one of the pearls and pulled , watching it rub against Henry’s clit. Henry grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back.

“Did I give you permission to touch me yet?”

He licked his lips and stared up at Henry.

“Do I need your permission? You said it was my treat.”

“Of course you do. Ask me nicely.”

“May I please touch you, your royal highness?”

Henry pretended to consider his request, scrunching up his nose.

“Well… alright, darling. You may touch.”

He still gripped Alex’s hair, keeping him from using his wicked tongue on him - at least at that moment. Alex took hold of the pearls once more and pulled them up between his lips, rubbing the beads against his nerves again. They were already slick, Henry’s body wetter than usual without the hormones to hold it back. He was more sensitive, too, from the way his thighs trembled. He tilted his hips, rocking with the strands, rutting his pussy against them as Alex watched. The muscles in his stomach tensed and flexed as he moved, shadows catching the curves and giving them a deeper cast. His lips were parted as he stared down at Alex, plump and inviting. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful, not in his entire life.

“You are… incredible,” Alex breathed. “I want to taste you next. Please, Henry?”

“Mmn, not yet. You can, you can taste me after you fill me,” Henry chuckled, his cheeks flushed. “When the pearls are an absolute mess. I expect you to suck every single bead clean.”

“Oh, of course, sir,” Alex replied, grinning up at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“Now, I want you naked too. We can leave these on, but I want to savor this. Promise me you’ll go slow?”

“Of course,” Alex assured him. “Yeah. Yeah, I can go slow.”

He pressed a lingering kiss to Henry’s pelvis before standing. As Henry watched, dressed in only his pearls, he stripped his clothes and tossed them on the growing pile on the chair. Bare before him, he closed the distance between them. Henry reached out and guided his soft fingers along Alex’s strong arm, tracing the prominent veins that snaked beneath his skin. His eyes trailed along Alex’s body, and Alex couldn’t help the shiver that jolted down his spine. It was as if he was pinned in place, a specimen for Henry to inspect and study. The thought thrilled him to his very core. He looked at Henry through his long, thick lashes, smiling. Henry smiled back, his own eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

Their gazes lingered for a moment before they couldn’t stand being apart any longer. Alex kissed him, guiding him back toward the bed. They fell onto the mattress laughing. He slid over Henry, his body hot and heavy. Henry’s smile shone up at him, his eyes glimmering. They kissed again, slow and deep and hungry . Neither was a blushing virgin, but this was a step they could not come back from. A soulmate’s bond was stronger than that of an Alpha and their mate. Would things change between them? Would the world see them differently?

As they savored the lips of one another, Alex reached down and slipped the string of pearls to the side. Henry placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed , urging him forward. Henry’s control made Alex weak. He didn’t hesitate. Shifting his hips, Alex guided his aching cock to Henry’s cunt. He slipped inside slowly. Henry exhaled as his body adjusted to the size of Alex, stretched and swallowing him inch by inch. Alex let out a soft gasp as he buried his cock in him. He took him well, easier than expected, right to the very hilt. A small bulge on his pelvis hinted at just how full Henry really was.

“Fuck…” Alex purred. “You… Mmn.”

“I what?”

“You feel exquisite . Like you were made for me.”

“… I was,” Henry whispered. “I’ve been yours since the day I was born.”

It was true; fate decided for them long ago that they were perfect together.

“Tell me when to move, baby.”

Baby . Henry’s heart raced at the simple term.

“Now. Make love to me, Alex. Make me yours.”

Alex slid a hand up Henry’s thigh, pushing them forward and hooking them over his hips. He rolled his body, muscles taut and controlled as he drew back and filled Henry again. Steady. Slow. Nuzzling their noses together, Alex’s lips parted in pleasure as the wet heat of Henry’s pussy enveloped his length. Henry moaned and rocked with him, squeezing his hips tight with his thighs. Their breathing synced. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm. Ecstasy flowed between them; they could feel the other’s pleasure as easily as breathing. The sensation was nearly overwhelming. Sweat rolled down their skin. Alex fucked him slow and deep, gazing into Henry’s eyes. It felt right. They felt right. Their bodies and souls were becoming one, melting together with a blur. Every moment of their lives led them there, to fingers laced with each other, to the hushed breaths shared between them. Gasping, Henry placed a hand over his pelvis. Each thrust raised the bulge, and when he pressed against it his vision went white. His head swam, a strangled sob of pleasure slipping from his throat.

“Baby?” Alex asked, slowing his hips. “You okay?”

“Don’t. Don’t stop,” Henry managed to mumble. “Alex. Love. I need you to keep going.”

Alex claimed his mouth once more, nipping at his lips as he fucked him gently. Their bodies came together again and again, trembling as they released months of pent-up lust. Alex’s long lashes caressed Henry’s cheek as he dropped his head. His gaze was too intense, too open - Alex could get lost in Henry’s eyes and damn the world around them. Henry smiled and kissed his temple. Alex’s key dangled between them, swaying with the rhythm of their bodies. Light flashed off its surface, glimmering between them like a beacon. It was all too much, too perfect. Alex wouldn’t be able to hold back for too much longer. His hips stuttered in their rhythm as heat built in his gut.

“Henry…”

Henry could sense Alex’s orgasm approaching. He carded his fingers through Alex’s dark hair, keeping his head close. With one careful adjustment he turned Alex’s head so his voice could reach his ear.

“ Breed me, love,” he whispered. “Breed your mate like a good Alpha should.”

“F-Fuck,” Alex gasped. “Fuck, baby -“

Those words pushed him over the edge. He forced his cock into the hilt as his knot swelled, spilling thick seed inside of Henry’s cunt. He kept pumping, urged by some dark biological need, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Henry clenched and pulsed around him as he came, his slick blocked by the swollen knot stretched inside him. Alex peppered his face with gentle kisses, smiling at him as if he were the sun itself. Henry was perfect, a mixture of demure and demanding that drove Alex wild.

And he was his. All his.

They lay together beneath the sheets, limbs tangled, bodies pressed close together. Henry ran his fingers along Alex’s skin, tracing from freckle to freckle with lazy caresses.

“Do you feel any different?” he asked.

“Mmn. I feel… whole,” Alex replied. “Complete in a way I’ve never felt before.”

“I do as well. There’s a warmth in my heart that radiates outward, filling me with light, that I never experienced before I met you.”

“Like you said, baby - we were made for each other,” he chuckled, nuzzling Henry. “This is right. There’s no one for me who could compare to you.”

“… Promise?”

Alex cocked his head.

“Yeah. Henry, I promise. I want to be with you. ”

“We may not be able to live together. You have your duties, I have mine… it will be difficult at times.”

“Anything worth having is.”

Henry smiled at Alex, and Alex pressed chaste kisses to the freckles framing his lips.

“How long until your heat? You said a couple of days?”

Smirking, Henry grabbed a pillow and smacked it against Alex’s arm.

“You are a horndog ,” he laughed.

“Hey, you knew that coming into this,” Alex teased, trying to grab it away from him. “I’ve been very open about wanting to fuck you.”

“You just did!”

“No, baby. That wasn’t fucking. You’ll get to enjoy that when your heat starts.”

“Oh, is there a difference with you?”

Alex pulled Henry on top of him, still grinning.

“You wanna know?”

“The anticipation is killing me, yes.”

“C’mere. Lean your ear in close.”

Henry did just that, turning his head so he could hear Alex better.

“Making love is slow, and soft, and tender,” Alex whispered. “When I fuck you, dear Henry, you won’t be able to walk afterwards. Your pussy will ache, these sheets will be ruined, and you will beg me to do it again.”

Henry shivered and buried his face in Alex’s chest.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“I won’t beg,” came the muffled reply. “Princes don’t beg . Besides,” Henry added, raising his head again. “I don’t think you can do it.”

“What, fuck you?”

“Mhm. You’re just going to have to prove it. Now. My darling. I believe you have a mess to clean up?”

Alex licked his lips.

“I do. You’re absolutely right. Come here, baby. Why don’t you sit on my face and I’ll get to work?”

Henry scooted onto his knees and moved forward, slowly lowering himself over Alex’s head. He straddled his face and rolled his hips, teasing Alex for a few moments before finally pressing all the way down.

“Mmn… this is the only throne I need,” he said with a smirk. “Get to work. I want the pearls to shine when you’re done.”

Alex began to lick them - and Henry - clean, half-hard and eager to coax those sweet little sounds from his prince.

#rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #rwrbedit #jwrites #jgifs

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Masterlist

One Day Before Halloween

"Now how many razor blades did they find?" Sam asked Mrs Wallace while Dean and I were looking around the kitchen. Mrs. Wallace sighs and responds, her voice full if tears. "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them." she said then she looks over at Sam.

"How is that even possible?" She asked then she noticed Dean looking around the front of the stove and in the oven door. "The candy was never in the oven." she tells him. "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace." Dean said and I turn to Mrs Wallace.

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" I asked her. "No, I mean, I don’t think so." she said as she shakes her head then sighs again. "I just – I can’t believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?" she said as she turns back to Sam. "More than you might imagine." Sam said and Dean emerges from the floor, and shows me first then Sam a hex bag, behind Mrs. Wallace’s back so she can’t see, and makes sure to keep her from seeing it.

Sam sighs and looks at her. "Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" He asked her and she looks at him. "Enemies?" she asked, disbelieving. "Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" Sam asked her. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman." Sam listed off and I could see Mrs Wallace was taken aback about what he was suggesting.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" she asked, offended. "Is it possible?" I asked her and she turns to me, looking shocked and offended. "No! No, Luke would nev–" she stammers but Sam speaks up to get her attention back to him. "I’m very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities." he said.

"If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?" She asked and Sam looks over at me and Dean.

At the motel, Sam and I were sitting on a couch, with his laptop and a few books on the coffee table in front of us. I was flipping the pages of the books as Sam picks up something from the hex bag that looks organic, and holds it up. Dean enters the room and tosses his keys on the table under the window, and unwraps a piece of candy before tossing it in his mouth.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" I asked him. "It’s Halloween, man." he said and I shake my head. "Yeah, for us every day is Halloween." Sam adds as Dean sits down on the arm of the couch and looks at our research.

"Don’t be a downer. Anything interesting?" he asked. "Well, we’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure, but this isn’t your typical hex bag." I said and Sam starts to indicate the hex bag that is open now on the table. There is a silver piece, the size of a coin, and something small and charred in addition to the organic thing, it kinda looked like a dried up flower.

"Hmm, no?" Dean said and Sam picks up the dried up flower looking piece. "Goldthread, an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this –" He said as he sets down the goldthread then picks up the silver piece. "..is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." he explains and Dean picks up the small charred item and smells it.

"And that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." I said to him. "Ugh." Dean said and he puts the bone down, and looks disgusted while I chuckle. "Gross." Dean said, disgusted, while Sam picks up the bone.

"Relax man, it’s like, at least a hundred years old." Sam said. "Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man, they’re so friggin’ skeevy." said Dean as he moves over to the chair next to the couch and sits down. "Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure." Sam said.

"What about you? Find anything on the victim?" I asked Dean. "This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." Dean said and Sam scoffs at their lack of leads. "I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead." Dean said and I let out a heavy sigh as I look over the hex bag items, as if the answers were all there in plain sight.

That night, we hear about a murder at a Halloween party. Some young girl has drowned and burned to death while doing the bobble for apples game. Two of her friends were there as witnesses. We make our way down the stairs to the scene of the crime, where the girl, Jenny, was killed.

There is a guy with a ‘Forensic’ jacket on taking pictures of the bobbing for apples tub, and a police officer talking to one of the witness, a pretty blonde girl that was wearing a cheerleader costume.

"Have you been drinking?" The officer asked her. "Yes." she replied and I look between the boys and said. "I'll go talk to her." They nod and I walk to the cop and girl while the boys walk over to the couch and start lifting the cushions, looking for a hex bag.

"It’s just so weird. The water in the tub – it wasn’t hot, I had just been in there myself." the girl said and I go up to her and the officer. "Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?" I asked her and she turns to me then I show her my badge. "Agent Seger, F.B.I." I said and she gives me a confused look.

"Um, who’s Luke Wallace?" she asked. "He died yesterday." I replied. "I don’t know who that is." the girl said, shaking her head. Then I look over at the couch, which was behind the girl, and see Sam holdong up a hex bag that he has found in the couch cushions. I nod at him and Dean before I look back over to the girl.

"I’m telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback." Dean said as he looks through his computer. We were back at the motel, trying to find anything on the victims; Dean was on his computer and Sam and I were reading through books.

"Maybe cause it’s not about that." Sam said and I look up to see him sitting up and looking intently at the book in his hand. Dean and I look at him, questioningly. "Wow, insightful." Dean said with sarcasm.

"Maybe this witch isn’t working the grudge, maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out." Sam said and he begins to read from the book. "Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st." Sam said and he hands Dean the book and I go over to stand next to Dean and look down at the book.

"Halloween." Dean and I said. "Exactly." Sam said. "What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean asked. "Uh, if I’m right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon – Samhain." Sam explained and my eyes widen at this while Dean gives him a confused.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asked and I turn to him. "Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween." I said and Sam nods. "She's right. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain’s night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago." Sam said.

"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck." Dean said. "Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes." I said. "Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?" Dean asked and Sam sighs.

"Dean, this is serious." Sam said.

"I am serious." Dean said.

"We’re talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years." Sam said. "And the six hundred year marker rolls around…?" Dean asked and Sam gives him a serious face. "Tomorrow night." Sam said. "Naturally." Dean grumbles and he looks down at the book he has flipped to a page showing a demon on a heap of bodies holding a head in his hand.

"Well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon." He said. "That’s because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own." Sam explains. "Raising what, exactly?" Dean asked. "Dark, evil crap and lots of it, I mean, they follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper." said Sam.

"So we're talking ghosts." Dean said.

"Yeah." said Sam.

"Zombies." Dean listed.

"Mm-hmm." Sam said, nodding.

"Leprechauns?" Dean asked and Sam scoffs while I roll my eyes. "Dean –" I said, exasperated. "Those little dudes are scary. Small hands." Dean said and I shake my head. "Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place." said Sam. "It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse." I remarked and the boys nod.

Later, Dean and I were sitting in the Impala outside of Mrs Wallace's house watching; well I was watching, Dean was eating candy. "You know you're gonna get sick if you keep eating those." I said as I gesture to the candy. “Oh please the worst I could get is a sugar rush.” he remarks as he stuffs another piece of chocolate in his mouth. "Or an upset stomach." I sneered at him and he gives me a pointed look. "And cavities." I added.

And he just rolled his eyes and kept eating his candy, while his mouth is still open, just to annoy me. "Hey, I just like my men to have all of their teeth." I remarked and he turns to me and I could tell he was thinking of a comeback but was stopped when his phone rings.

"Hey." he answered and I figured it was Sam. "Awesome, yeah, (y/n) and I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. We’ve been sitting out in front of her house for hours and we’ve got a big steamy pile of nothing." He explained to Sam and at that moment I noticed something.

It was that blonde cheerleader, Tracy, walking towards Mrs Wallace's house. "Yeah, well I hope we find ‘em soon cause I’m starting to cramp like a –" Dean started to say but I patted his shoulder and said. "Dean! Look!"

Dean looks over and his body freezes as he sees her. "Son of a bitch." he said, shocked. "No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch." Dean said and we watch Tracy walk up to the door, knock, and Mrs Wallace opens it with the baby in her arms.

"Hey." we hear Tracy say. "Hi." Mrs Wallace said and Tracy looks at the baby. "Hi!" she said and Dean and I exchange a look.

"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader?" Sam asked as Dean and I enter the motel. Dean throws the motel room key onto the table and Sam was lying on the bed with his laptop open. "Tracy?" Dean said. "Mm-hmm?" Sam hummed, nodding. "The Wallaces' babysitter. Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace." I said.

"Huh, interesting look for a centuries-old witch." Sam said. "Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean said then he goes to sit on the other bed. "I would, hmm…" he said and he gets lost in thought about that.

Sam and I look at him with a furrowed brow before I go and pick up a pillow and throw it at Dean. "Ow!" He said and he looks over at me. "What?!" He asked in an innocent voice and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, Tracy’s not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging – apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school." Sam said and he hands me the laptop, and I sit down next to Dean and we see what is on the screen. Next to a picture of Tracy were these notes:

NOTE: Student was suspended for a violent act on a teacher.

STUDENT NAME Tracy Davis

ADDRESS 27 Lirewenshire Lane

PARENT NAME Jerome Walker Davis

PARENT NAME Mary Jane Kanoli Davis

STUDENT EMAIL [email protected]

PARENT EMAIL [email protected]

GRADE 11

HOME ROOM Mr. Goldwyn

COUNCELLOR Mrs. Parks

EMERGENCY CONTACT Mary Davis 555-0892

Later, we make our way into the high school to talk to the teacher Tracy attacked. We walk into a room full of art masks, and Dean looks up at a particular demonic looking one, and focuses on it. "Bring back memories?" I asked Dean and he jolts a bit then turns to me.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Being a teenager, all that angst." I said. "Oh." Dean sighs, almost sounding relieved, and I furrow my brow at him. "What’d you think I meant?" I asked him. "Nothing." Dean said as Sam comes up to us.

Then Dean looks over at a kid, who is putting a big bong-shaped piece into a kiln. "Now that brings back memories." Dean said, nodding to the kid, and I roll my eyes. "Dude, I need a bigger kiln." The kid said to his friend and they walk out as a man comes around the corner to us.

"You three wanna talk to me?" He asked. "Ah, Mr. Harding." Sam said as he walks up to us. "Oh, please, Don." Don said and he reaches for Sam's hand. "Okay, Don." Sam said after they shake hands then Don reaches for mine then for Dean's. "Even my students call me Don." Don said. "Yeah, we get it, Don." Dean said and I elbow his side before we pull out our badges.

"I’m Agent Getty, this is Agent Lee and Agent Jones. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis." Dean said and Don gives a surprised look. "Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It’s a shame she got suspended." He said.

"Uh, you two had a…uh, violent altercation." I said, questioningly. "Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn’t walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out." Don replied. "Why?" Sam asked. "I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing." Don said.

"More disturbing, than, uh, those guys?" Dean asked as he turns and indicates to the angry masks hanging on the wall and ceiling. "She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating." Don said and Sam's eyes widen at this.

"Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?" Sam asked as he shows Don a small bag with the silver Celtic coin in it. "Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them." Don said.

"You know where Tracy is now?" I asked him. "I would imagine her apartment." Don replied. "Her apartment?" Dean asked. "Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." Don said and the boys and I exchange surprised looks.

Hours later, Dean drives up to the motel and parks the car and gets out as Sam and I walk up to the passenger side of the Impala from another direction. "So?" Dean asked us. "Tracy was nowhere we could find." Sam said. "Any luck with her friends?" I asked Dean. "Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick." Dean said.

We make our way toward our motel room, and a kid dressed as an astronaut starts to walk toward us. "She could be making the third sacrifice any time." Sam said. "Yes, thank you Sam." Dean grumbles as the kid walks up to us and holds up a bucket of candy.

"Trick or treat." The kid said. "This is a motel." Dean said. "So?" the kid said. "So we don’t have any candy." Dean said. "No, we have a ton in the uh…" Sam said as he looks back and points toward the Impala. "We did, but it’s gone." Dean said and Sam looks at Dean, getting his meaning, but I roll my eyes and take my backpack off of my back.

"Not necessarily." I said as I dig in my bag and pull out a handful of candy. I see the smile form on the kid's face and I put the candy in his bucket. "There you go, kid." I said. "Thanks, lady." The kid said and I smirk. "Just don't eat it all at once." I warned and the kid's smile grows, nods and leaves.

I watch the kid then turn back to the boys and I can see Dean has a confused look. "What? I grabbed some candy before you could eat it all." I said to Dean and Sam and I head to the motel room.

We enter the motel room and, immediately, Sam draws his gun, and moves forward in an offensive stance, ready to attack, once we see a man inside. "Who are you?!" Sam asked as I got to pull out my gun but Dean rushes in, and tries to stop us. "Sam! Guys, wait! It’s Castiel." he said as he puts his hand on Sam’s gun and pushes it down, and I holster my gun as Sam stands there stunned.

"The angel." Dean said and I look at Castiel, remembering that he knocked me and Bobby out a few months ago. "Him, I don’t know." Dean said as he points at a figure that is standing by the window.

Sam looks at Castiel in wonder and a smile crosses his face. "Hello, Sam." Castiel said to him. "Oh my God – er – uh – I didn’t mean to – sorry. It’s an honor, really, I – I’ve heard a lot about you." Sam said as he steps forward and holds out his hand to shake Castiel's hand.

Dean goes and closes the door to our room, and Castiel looks at Sam’s hand like he isn’t sure what to do with it. Sam shakes it a little, and Castiel finally understands and puts his right hand in Sam’s. "And I, you. Sam Winchester –" he said. "The boy with the demon blood." Then Castiel turns to me.

"Hello, (y/n) (l/n). The girl with the demon blood. I'm sorry about knocking you out the last time I saw you." He said and I fold my arms across my chest. "Yeah, not a good first impression." I said as I fold my arms across my chest.

Castiel then turns to Sam. "Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities." he said then the guy, still facing the window, speaks for the first time. "Let’s keep it that way." he said and we all turn to the man. "Yeah, okay, chuckles." Dean said then he looks at Castiel.

"Who’s your friend?" He asked but Castiel ignores him. "This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Castiel asked him. "Why?" Dean asked, curiously. "Dean, have you located the witch?" Castiel asked. "Yes, we’ve located the witch." Dean said.

"And is the witch dead?" Castiel asked. "No, but –" Sam said but I speak over him. "We know who it is." I added and Castiel walks over to the table by the bed. "Apparently the witch knows who you are too." Castiel said and he picks up a hex bag and shows it to us.

"This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead." Castiel said and he tosses the hex bag to Sam. "Do you know where the witch is now?" He asked us and the boys and I exchange a look

"We’re working on it." Dean replied and Castiel looks a bit disappointed. "That’s unfortunate." he mutters. "What do you care?" I asked Castiel. "The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals." Castiel said. "So this is about your buddy Lucifer." Dean said.

"Lucifer is no friend of ours." Castiel's friend said. "It’s just an expression." I clarified to him. "Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs." Castiel said. "Okay, great, well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is, we’ll gank her and everybody goes home." Dean said. "We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful, she’s cloaked even our methods." Castiel said.

"Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together –" Sam said but Castiel's friend speaks up. "Enough of this." he said and we look over at him.

"Okay, who are you and why should I care?" Dean asked him and the man turns from the window and looks at Dean. "This is Uriel, he’s what you might call a…specialist." Castiel said as Uriel, a tall bald black man, walks toward us.

"What kind of specialist? What are you gonna do?" I asked, suspiciously. "You – uh, all three of you – you need to leave this town immediately." Castiel said. "Why?" Dean asked. "Because we’re about to destroy it." Castiel said, leaving me speechless.

"So this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole friggin’ town?" Dean asked Castiel after a moment of silence. "We’re out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved." Castiel replied. "There are a thousand people here." Sam said. "One thousand two hundred fourteen." Uriel corrected.

"And you’re willing to kill them all?" I asked him, angrily. "This isn’t the first time I’ve…purified a city." Uriel said. "Look, I understand this is regrettable." Castiel said. "Regrettable?" Dean asked. "We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already." Castiel said.

"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Dean asked. "It’s the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There’s a bigger picture here." Castiel said and I roll my eyes. "Right, cause you’re bigger picture kind of guys." I said. "Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you’re willing to risk?" Castiel said as he walks up to me. "We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die." Sam said.

"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel growls and Castiel turns away from the trio and turns to Uriel. "I’m sorry, but we have our orders." Castiel said and Sam and I jump at this. "No, you can’t do this, you’re angels, I mean aren’t you supposed to – You’re supposed to show mercy." Sam said

"Says who?" Uriel asked, venomously. "We have no choice." Castiel said. "Of course you have a choice. I mean, come on, what? You’ve never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both, just a couple of hammers?" Dean asked. "Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith. The plan is just." said Castiel.

"How can you even say that?" I asked, upset. "Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just." Castiel replied. "Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves." Dean sneers and Castiel turns to him. "Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?" he asked and Dean looks at Castiel and takes a second before responding. "Well sorry boys, looks like the plans have changed."

"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asked and Dean walks over and gets into Uriel's face. "No, but if you’re gonna smite this whole town, then you’re gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell. I figure I’m worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste me, go ahead, see how he digs that." he said. "I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel growls.

"Yeah, but you’ll have to kill me, then we’re back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something." Dean said then he turns back and looks at Castiel. "We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning." he said.

"Castiel! I will not let these peop–" Uriel started to shout but Castiel holds up his hand at Uriel. "Enough!" he bellows then he stares at Dean for a second. "I suggest you move quickly." Castiel said.

Seconds later, Dean, Sam and I walk out of the room and towards the Impala and we enter inside. "What?" Dean asked Sam as I get into the backseat. "Nothing." Sam grumbles and I look over at him and see him holding the hex bag in his hands then he takes a breath.

"I thought they’d be different." Sam said, disappointed, and I nod. "Who, the angels?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam said. "Well, I tried to tell ya." said Dean. "I thought they’d be righteous." I said. "Well, they are righteous, I mean, that’s kinda the problem. Of course there’s nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he’s on a holy mission." Dean said.

"But this is God? And Heaven? This is what I’ve been praying to?" Sam asked, upset. "Look man, I know you’re into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. But just because there’s a couple of bad apples doesn’t mean the whole barrel’s rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don’t give up on this stuff, is all I’m saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball’s still a beautiful game." Dean said and Sam looks at him, but I could tell that he lloved disappointed.

He starts to go through the contents of the hex bag in his hand, and picks up the bone. "Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean asked, sarcastically, as he starts the Impala.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, Dean?" Sam asked him. "No." Dean said as I think for a moment. "A lot, I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven." Sam said and I gasp as I realize what he was talking about. "Like a kiln?" I suggested and Sam nods then Dean has the Impala take off.

At the school, Dean and I walk over to a kiln in Don Harding’s classroom as Sam goes over to Don’s desk. "So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what’s the big deal?" Dean asked as Sam rifles through the stuff on Don’s desk as Dean and I walk over. "Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy –" Sam said and I interrupt him.

"After we talked to the teacher." I said and Sam nods while he notices a bottom drawer of DON’s desk is locked with a latch. "Hey –" Sam said and Dean sees it and I kneel down, pull out a hair pin and use it to open the lock.

Once it unlocks, I open the drawer where there are bones in a bowl, one charred, the others not. I straighten up at this as we all stare at the drawer. "My God, those are all from children." Sam said. "And I’m guessing he’s not saving them for the dog." Dean said.

*3rd Person POV*

Don starts an incantation as Tracy was tied up with the rope and a rag wrapped around her mouth, stifling her cries as she struggles to get free. Don, standing in front of an alter, takes a knife and a chalice from the table and walks over to Tracy. He runs the tip of the knife down her neck, not drawing blood, but staring at her.

Don raises the knife above his head to stab her, and gets shot from behind three times. Dean, (y/n) and Sam come in, and Dean and (y/n) go over to Tracy to untie her as Sam checks Don’s body. Dean cuts Tracy down and (y/n) rips off the gag.

"Thank you, he was gonna kill me!" Tracy said, appreciatively, then she glares at Don. "Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?" She asked and the trio look up at her.

"My brother –" Tracy revealed and the three hunters go to draw their guns again. "Always was a little dim." Tracy sneered and she throws up her hand and yells an incantation and the trio fly back hitting the ground, and writhing around in pain.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master’s return? The spellwork’s a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable." Tracy said as she kneels down by Don and picks up the knife and the chalice.

"The whole time I wanted to rip his face off." she said and starts digging the knife into Don's bullet wound, and holds the chalice up to catch the blood flow. She looks back over to the trio, who are still writhing in pain on the floor clutching their stomachs.

"And you get him with a gun, uh, love that." she laughs and she gets up and goes back to the altar on the table. "You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you’ll all see what Halloween really is." Tracy said, with a smile. Then she starts another incantation and Sam, still clutching his stomach in pain, makes his way to Don’s body, putting his hand in blood and smearing it on his face.

"What are you doing?" (y/n) asked him as she sees him. "Just follow my lead." Sam said and he spreads blood on Dean’s and (y/n)'s faces as well, and moves back away from Don.

As Tracy finishes the incantation the ground cracks and black smoke pours out of it, and into the body of Don. Dean, (y/n) and Sam were not able to stop his rising, and another seal has been broken. As he opens his eyes, Don’s eyes have turned white with the pupil staying black. The three hunters lie still on the floor, their torture finished. Don, or Samhain now, rises off the floor, and looks at Tracy’s back that is turned to him. His vision is blurry.

He walks over to her and she turns around smiling at him. Samhain kisses her. "My love." she said, smiling with love and happiness. "You’ve aged." Samhain points out. "This face…I can’t fool you." said Tracy. "Your beauty is beyond time." Samhain said as he leans in and their foreheads rest together before he suddenly snaps her neck sideways and she falls to the floor.

"Whore." He growled with disgust then he turns around as he sniffs the air and sees Dean, Sam and (y/n) lying on the floor. He walks over and looks at them for a second and sees their eyes closed, and after a second Samhain walks past them and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

Dean and (y/n) open their eyes and lean over to Sam, whispering so that Samhain doesn’t hear them. "What the hell was that?" Dean asked, quietly. "Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot." Sam said and (y/n)'s eyes widen.

"You gave it a shot?!" She asked as she looks at Sam, not believing that they took a chance like that on an idea Sam had from reading lore.

Later, the trio walkout of the building and across the street toward the Impala, wiping the blood off their faces. "Where the hell are we gonna find this mook?" Dean asked. "Where would you go to raise other dark forces of the night?" Sam asked and (y/n) speaks up. "The cemetery." she said. "Yeah." Sam said and they get in the Impala and drive off.

"So, this demon’s pretty powerful." Sam said. "Yeah." Dean said. "Might take more than the usual weapons." Sam said then he glances over his shoulder at (y/n) and she realized what he was hinting. But Dean speaks up. "Sam, no, you and (y/n) are not using your psychic whatever. Don’t even think about it. Ruby’s knife is enough." he said.

"Why?" Sam and (y/n) asked him. "Well because the angels said so for one –" Dean started to say but Sam talks over him. "I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics." Sam said. "Well they happen to be right about this one." Dean replied, quickly. "I don’t know, Dean, it doesn’t seem like they’re right about much." (y/n) said.

"Well then forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, Sam, these powers, it’s like playing with fire." Dean said and he picks up the knife and holds out the handle to Sam. "Please." he begs and Sam takes the knife from Dean but doesn’t say anything. Then Dean looks over at his girlfriend through the rear view mirror.

"That goes double for you too." He said to her and she sighs and leans back against the seat then looks out the window.

Meanwhile, there is rap music coming from a room in the mausoleum, and teenagers are walking around in costume. Justin, one of Don's students, was standing there looking around. "Dude, I’m tripping balls!" Justin exclaims then someone starts to walk down the stairs and he took notice.

"Yo, shh, be quiet, it’s the cops." Justin tells the other teens just as Samhain walks down the stairs and toward the room they are partying in. "Mr. Harding? I mean, Don?" Justin said, startled, once he sees his teacher coming in.

Samhain closes the gate to the room, and locks it. As he walks away he runs his hand across the gate. Justin tries the gate, but it doesn’t budge. "Don, you, uh, you locked us in." Justin said as he tries the door again, and it stays locked, but the doors to the crypts in the room start to shake.

The teenagers back away into corners, but Justin looks to one side, and begins to back to the other side. A door comes open, and hands reach out and grab his ankles. Justin screams as a zombie drags him off his feet and into the crypt, a second later blood splatters out of the crypt, squirting out and covering the ground in front of the crypt

The teens start to freak out and try to get the gate open. Sam, (y/n) and Dean come down the stairs then Sam looks at Dean and (y/n) and the people locked in the room. "Help them." Sam tells them but (y/n) grabs his arm. "Sam, you’re not going off alone." she tells him. "Do it!" Sam yells and he runs after Samhain and Dean and (y/n) looks after him for a second, but look back at the teens motioning for them to move.

"Stand back! Stand back!" Dean yells at them. The teens move away from the gate and Dean shots the lock, and kicks the door open to let them all out. "Go on, come on, get out, move!" (y/n) shouts at them.

After the teens all rush past them, Dean and (y/n) watch as a door of a grave in the mausoleum room crashes to the ground and breaks. A zombie crawls out of it, and stands up as another grave door crashes to the ground and the zombie in the next grave over starts to crawl out as well. The duo pull out a weapon as the second zombie gets up and holds up what looks like a silver stake.

"Bring it on, stinky." Dean yells and he and (y/n) began to fight the zombies.

Meanwhile, Sam is walking through the mausoleum looking for Samhain. He turns a corner and sees Samhain in a room facing the far wall. Sam tries to walk up to him silently, narrowing his eyes at the demon. Samhain turns around suddenly and throws up his arm, and a bright white light comes out of it. It dims, however, and Sam keeps walking toward Samhain.

"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff? It doesn’t work on me." Sam growls and Samhain runs at Sam, and Sam throws an uppercut punch and they fight. Samhian finally pushes Sam against a wall by his neck, getting the upper hand.

There is a zombie with a silver stake coming out of its chest lying on the floor and Dean and (y/n) stab a couple more zombies to the ground with another silver stake right next to the first one. A pair of shoes walks up behind them with a pair of women's frail feet in them. The duo hear it and Dean grabs a stake before he turns around to stab her, but she flickers and disappears, and is behind him as he stands up fully.

He turns around and she motions both her hands at him and he flies across the room, sliding down the wall. (Y/n) runs at the ghost zombie but the creature motions her hands at her, making her hit the wall as well. "Zombie ghost orgy huh? Well, that’s it, I’m torching everybody." Dean growls while (y/n) shakes her head a bit. "I second that!" She shouts.

Sam manages to get the knife out, and tries to stab Samhain, and when it starts to cut into his skin, it sizzles and Samhain pushes it out of Sam’s hand, and whips Sam around and throws him into the wall across the room.

Sam gets up and Samhain looks at him, ready to attack, goes to run at Sam, but Sam puts up his hand, and uses his psychic power to stop him. Samhain struggles against Sam, but Sam manages to keep him from advancing too much.

After taking care of the ghost zombies, Dean and (y/n) come running around the corner and see Sam using his powers. Dean's face falls while (y/n)'s mouth drops in surprise. Sam sees Dean and (y/n) over the shoulder of Samhain, but continues. Sam has to use a lot more concentration than ever before, and his nose starts to bleed as blood pounds in his head and he grabs his head with the hand not holding Samhain at bay.

Finally, Sam exorcizes Samhain as his nose continues to bleed and the blood pounding in his head starts to slow down. Once Samhain is out of the body, Don’s eyes turn back to color and Sam can barely raise his eyes to meet Dean’s and (y/n)'s stare. This is the first time that Sam was aware of Dean and (y/n) being there to see him use his powers.

Last time, the duo was watching, but Sam didn’t know they were there until after. Dean looks at him sadly, and with a little bit of fear in his eyes, while (y/n) was surprised but also looked a bit impressed and alittle bit of fear.

One Day After Halloween

Sam is packing clothes into his duffel bag when (y/n) comes up to him, he turns his head to her. "Sam..." she said, softly, but he shakes his head. "(Y/n), don't..." he said. "I'm not gonna scold you, Sam. I just wanted to check on you." She said and Sam turns away and sighs.

"I'm fine." He mutters and (y/n) gives a sympathetic look to Sam's back. (Y/n) was about to speak up about what happened last night until a voice speaks up.

"Tomorrow." a deep voice said and both Sam and (y/n) jump at the voice and turn to see Uriel. "November 2nd, it’s an anniversary for you." Uriel said as he stares at Sam. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked him, angrily. "It’s the day Azazel killed your mother, and 22 years later your girlfriend too. It must be difficult to bear, yet you so brazenly use the power he gave you. His profane blood pumping through your veins." Uriel said and Sam narrows his eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"You were told not to use your abilities." Uriel said to Sam. "And what was I supposed to do? That demon would have killed me, my best friend and my brother and everyone." Sam argued. "You were told not to." Uriel said, sounding like what Sam said didn't matter.

"If Samhain had gotten loose in this town –" Sam argues but Uriel talks over him. "You’ve been warned, twice now." he said, being stubborn, and (y/n) scoffs. "You know? Dean was right about you, you are dicks." She sneered and Uriel turns to her.

"The only reason he's still alive is because he's been useful. The same is said for you, (y/n) (l/n). But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you two become more trouble than you’re worth, one word. One, and I will turn both of you to dust." Uriel said then he backs off, but keeps talking as he glares back at Sam.

"As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from hell." he said. "What do you--" (y/n) started to ask but then there was a sound and Uriel was gone. Sam and (y/n) turn around and try to look for him.

Dean was sitting on a park bench, watching kids play. Then he glances to his left and saw Castiel next to him. He looks the other way, quickly. "Let me guess, you’re here for the I told you so." Dean said to Castiel. "No." Castiel replied. "Well, good, cause I’m really not that interested." Dean growls at him.

"I am not here to judge you, Dean." Castiel said. "Then why are you here?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Our orders –"

"Yeah, you know, I’ve had about enough of these orders of yours –" Dean interrupts but Castiel shakes his head and speaks up again. "Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever you told us to do." he said and Dean turns to look at him.

"Your orders were to follow my orders?" Dean asked him, confused. "It was a test, to see how you would perform under...battlefield conditions, you might say." Castiel replied. "It was a witch, not the Tet Offensive." Dean said and he sighs and shakes his head.

"So I, uh, failed your test, huh? I get it. But you know what? If you would have waved that magic time-traveling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again, I’d make the same call. 'Cause see, I don’t know what’s gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell I don’t even know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is, that this, here?" Dean said as he points at the kids playing. "These kids, the swings, the trees, all of it is still here because of my brother, my girlfriend and me.

"You misunderstand me, Dean, I’m not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save the town." Castiel said. "You were?" asked Dean. "These people, they’re all my father’s creations. They’re works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to hell on earth, for all creation. Now that’s not an expression, Dean, it's literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means." Castiel said and Dean looks at him a little pained, and sad.

"Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?" Castiel asked him. "Okay." Dean said. "I’m not a…hammer as you say. I have questions, I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months you will have more decisions to make. I don’t envy the weight that’s on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don’t." Castiel said.

They share a look, and Dean looks out to the kids again. When he looks back, Castiel is gone.

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