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iaeriy · 2 days

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summary: a celebration win can come in so many ways (based on this request!!)

word count; 7.15k!!

warnings; semi public-sex, oral sex;m!recieving!, missionary, doggy style, hair pulling, squirting,

a/n: this isnt proofread at all, i just finished. I’m so sorry for the wait, im filled with guilt from just making yall wait. it’s currently 1am and i just finished, sorry if it’s super short or just not the best. but anywhoo! anon, this is for you and the rest of my dear followers! 💗

“it’s not a bad hotel amor, i mean..woah! look!” you said quickly walking to the balcony, you fell on the couch that was placed outside. Pedri peeked his head out looking at you, “why would there be a couch outside in the first place..” he scoffed, you got up pulling him in. He fell on top of you chuckling, “i’m so glad i sneaked you in..” he spoke, you giggled booping his nose. He swiped his thumb across your lip, your eyes meeting in contact with his—leaning in he kissed you passionately. You kissed back fingers tangling through his brown fluffy hair. You pulled away giggling, “you need to rest now mister, you have a match tomorrow..” you said, he rolled his eyes. “el clasico, who doesn’t love a good rivalry..” he mumbled, you sat up. “come on now..let’s go inside.” you said pulling him inside closing the door to the balcony. “So since you managed to sneak me in mister..who knows about this..” you said, sitting on the bed. “Nobody, not even xavi himself. So if someone knocks on the door, go in the bathroom or since your tiny you can get in the closet.” He spoke.

You giggled crossing your legs together, he towered above you. You pulled him in closer, your arms wrapping around him. “you’re not sleepy?” you spoke, he shook his head. “You were in a plane for hours..come on..” you said, playing with his hair. The knock on the door making you stumble as you sat up quickly, “get in the bathroom.” he mouthed, you quietly but quickly got in the bathroom. Getting inside the shower, you heard the door open. “que ahora..” (what now..) pedri said looking at gavi, “dice xavi que tú agarraste el cuarto con el balcon mas grande que todos.” (xavi said you got the room with the biggest balcony out of everybody.) He said crossing his arms, pedri rolled his eyes. “i don’t understand the whole thing about this balcony, it’s boring and there’s nothing to do with it..” he said, you were quietly giggling to the conversation.

“vale..pues me voy cabrón. adiós!” (right..well i’ll be leaving idiot, bye!) He said, walking out. You heard the door close, before you got out the bathroom. You looked around and didn’t see pedri. “Where are yo-PEDRI!” you screamed when he grabbed you, picking you up as you giggled. you wrapped your arms around his neck, “can we sleep..pleaseee..” you said, he rolled his eyes. “How much more are you going to bother..” he said, you wacked his arm. “Until i go to sleep, that’s how much i’ll bother mister gonzalez.” you said, he placed you down on the bed. You giggled, “nevermind, i need to shower..” you said getting up, he got up himself. “whats wrong?” You spoke turning around. “can i uh..” he spoke, his cheeks going pink. you giggled knowing how shy he always gets when asking to shower with you, you nodded your head. “yes you can..you’re so adorable pepi..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand coming down to your waist.

“we can’t have sex..not especially since you sneaked me in..” you mumbled, he sighed kissing your cheek. you held his hand walking to the shower. you turned the shower on, he leaned against the sink counter. “can you help me take the dress off..” you said walking over to him, he grabbed the hem of your dress pulling it up. You smiled, kissing his cheek. “get in when you’re done changing..” you spoke giving him a quick kiss, he pulled your panties down, smacking your ass. you bit your lip getting in the shower. Pedri undressed himself, getting in standing behind you, he rested his chin on your shoulder—arms wrapping around your tummy. You leaned your head in, you turned around wrapping your arms around his neck, he burried his face into your neck. your hands running down his hair, “i needed this..” he sighed out, you hummed in response. “come on, let’s get everything done and go sleep..” you spoke, he whined softly into your neck. you raised his chin, looking at him. you kissed him, he kissed back his arms wrapping you. you smiled between the kiss, he continued giving in.

“you’re so pretty..i love you..thank you for letting me bring you with me..” he said midway into the kiss, you giggled cupping his cheek. his lips lazily moving against yours, your finger running down his abs. he pulled away kissing your forehead, you smiled. He grabbed the shampoo, “turn around..” he squirted the rose sceneted liquid on your head, you hummed as he began massaging his fingers into your scalp. “get closer to the water..” you leaned closer, the water rinsing off the shampoo—running his hand through your head. He slapped your ass, you whined. “what..it jiggles pretty good..” he said, you stood there frowning at him. he kissed your forehead, you moved away from the water, you got on your tippy toes. “your turn!” you said giggling, he caressed your cheek before turning around. “wait do i use this one or-“ he laughed at your confusion, “if you want..” he smiled, “okayyy, close ur eyes then mister.” You spoke, you put the liquid on his head. You snickered before he smacked your ass, “hey!” you said, “better not be teasing.” he spoke, you frowned as you ran your finers through his hair getting it all in.

Pedris hand rested on your waist, you looked down smiling before still scrubbing gently. He spanked your ass again, you smacked his arm then his head gently, “really..” you murmured, he squeezed your ass as you kissed his cheek, “now get closer to the water..” you spoke, he got closer. you began scrubbing the shampoo letting the water hit on his head, his hand playing and fondling with your ass. “quit!” you said whining, he smirked before you finished. “we’re not even done yet missy.” he said, you scoffed rolling your eyes, hands crossing against your chest. he turned your around, you squealed feeling his cold fingers against your body, he grabbed your waist tightly. you looked at him, “yes?” you said, he shook his head smiling. “hurryy, i want to sleep..” you murmured, he chuckled kissing your cheek. he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers crossing down to your clit. “hey!” you said smacking his hand off, he whined. “pedro we need to sleep, you have a game tomorrow..” you said, he nibbled on your neck humming in response. You grabbed the loofa as he snickered, “its not funny..” you murmured, he slapped your ass a whimper leaving your mouth—your skin stinging at the smack. “thank you for that sweet interaction mr gonzalez..” you rolled your eyes squeezing out the body wash into the material. “hey your ass is red now!” he said like a little kid, you slapped his chest. “hush and scrub yourself please..” you said, he nodded his head.

“someones moody..” he spoke, you smacked his arm. “no am not, we just need to stop goofing around and go sleep..” you smiled, he shook his head chuckling before he turned you around. you squealed as he began slightly brushing the loofah against your body, he squeezed your ass. you looked at him, “stop!” you said smacking his hand. he giggled spreading the body wash around your body, he slapped your ass yet again. “now rinse and we can go sleep.” he said, you nodded your head as you pulled him in with you into the water. he chuckled pulling you closer to him, you rested your forehead over his, your hands running up and down his chest. “i love you.” you whispered, he chuckled kissing you deeply. you kissed back cupping his cheek, “here, let’s get out now.” he spoke, you nodded your head resting your forehead on his shoulder. he chuckled rubbing your back. you watched him get out, wrapping his towel around his waist. you rubbed your eyes attempting not to sleep, you stepped out stepping on the carpet. you felt pedri pick you up as you shrieked. “i’m naked!” you said in a giggling mess. he sat you on the bed, you giggled before he laid you down.

you looked up at him, “are we going to sleep naked..” you mumbled, he shook his head. You giggled, cupping his cheeks kissing him. he kissed back hand groping your boob, you smiled in between slipping his tonue into your mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck humming into the kiss. he pulled away kissing your forehead, “want me to help you get changed?” he said, you nodded your head. he walked over grabbing your bag, “you packed a bit?” he spoke, you nodded. “yeah..i stayed with my sister, shes closer so i asked her to drop me off here!” you smiled, he chuckled grabbing you a pair of panties and a shirt. he laid you down sliding up the pair of blue lace panties onto you, you giggled. “sit up.” he spoke as you sat up, “..okay arms up.” he said, you lifted your arms up, placing the shirt over you fixing it. you smiled, you pulled him closely hugging his head. “i love you so so much.” you spoke, he rested his head on your chest, precisely his ear listening to your heartbeat. “you’re going to do well tomorrow, i know you are..”you whispered, your hands ruffling through his hair. he nodded his head, “get changed, i’ll set the bed..” you spoke, he groaned burrying his face into your chest. “we get to sleepppp..” you spoke, he chuckled getting off you.

you undid the bed placing another blanket on top, you heard pedri changing behind you. you fixed the pillows before crawling on the bed, he slapped your ass again. you sat on your spot looking at him, “really.” you frowned, he chuckled as you rolled your eyes going under the covers. he laid on the empty spot next to you, going under the covers himself. you crawled next to him, he wrapped his arms around you. you smiled looking up at him, “can we agree on something..” you whispered, he nodded his head. “si.” he spoke, you pecked his nose giggling. “let’s say..you score tomorrow..” you spoke softly, his eyes narrowing down at you. “..we could do something to honor your win..” you spoke, his brows furrowing. “hmm..como que?” (like what?) you giggled. he smirked, “sex?” he spoke, you buried your face into his chest nodding your head. “sounds fine with me, we got a deal missy.” he spoke, you giggled turning off the side of your lamp. “so if i score a goal? you’ll let me have sex with you..?” he said, you nodded your head. “i’ll make sure your legs get taken care of..” he spoke, you smacked his head playfully. “i think you should sleep now mister..” you whispered. he nuzzled his head onto your chest, he turned hushed side of the lamp off. “te amo..” he murmured, you smiled “te amo mas..” you whispered.

5:57am..

you were asleep, pedris head was under your shirt resting in between your boobs. your arms were wrapped around him, head resting onto the pillow, the alarm surprisingly not waking you up. you felt his head pop out of your shirt, listening to the sheets rustle around. You grunted in your sleep not feeling pedris prescence near you, you sat up eyelids barely opening as you sat there for a moment. “mmmh..where are you going..” you mumbled, he chuckled kissing your forehead. “they want us downstairs right now to head to training..” he spoke, you whined shaking your head. you fell back onto the bed, eyes slightly open watching pedri walk around the room. you turned to the side of the bathroom, your eyes slowly blinking. “pedri..” you whined, he peeked his head out. “yes?” he said, you patted on the bed. “pleasee..” you spoke, he shook his head going over to you. you looked up at him his hand caressing your cheek, “i can’t..remember what today is..” he said, you whined biting his finger. “ouch.” he frowned moving his hand away, you giggled. “go get ready then..” you murmured, he kissed your forehead. watching you fall back asleep, he went back to the bathroom taking care of his business. you heard the sink running, making you fall asleep quickly.

you looked at the wall, the reflection of the light making you slightly wake up. as if the noises of pedri brushing his teeth were quite loud, you rested your head ontop of your hand waiting for him. he got out the bathroom walking out, he looked at you. “are you up?” he said, you shrugged. “i don’t want you to go..” you spoke as he got on the bed again, you laid down looking down at him. he rested his head on your chest again, you played with his hair, ruffling his hair. “it’s so early..do you really have to be out there..” you murmured, he looked up at you from your chest, “mmhmm..” he spoke, you sighed. “just stay a little longer..maybe they’ll delay it..” you whispered, he chuckled. “mentiras..” (lies..) he said, you shook your head. you kept playing with his hair until his phone went off, he reached his hand, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. you smiled at the lockscreen which happened to be a picture of you two when he won laliga. you watched him open the message, you smacked his head playfully, he frowned. “okay..maybe you were right..” he whispered, your brows furrowing. “right about wha-hey!” you slightly yelled when he went under your shirt, resting his head on your boobs again. “is it delayed?” you said, he nodded his head, the motion of his head slightly bobbing from your shirt making you giggle as you smacked his head again. “y/n. stop it.” he said, you smiled. “let’s just go back to sleep please..we get more time to sleep..” you said, he nodded his head again. “it’s not til 12, besides we did a lot of training yesterday.” he spoke, you hummed in response.

“let’s just go back to sleep..” you whispered, he bit your boob in response, “pedri!” you shouted, he chuckled pecking your boob he bit before the two of you dosed off.

10:57 am..

you were still asleep, followed by the noises of pedri getting ready, “y/n..” pedri whispered, you moved around, “y/nnn..” you woke up looking up at him. “hm..” you mumbled, “i’m leaving now, theres an extra key for you to take so when you leave you come back straight to the room, get your sister to take you to the match.” he spoke, you nodded your head still asleep. he kissed your cheek then your forehead, “don’t forget about our bet.” he chuckled, you frowned in your sleep. “h-huh? what bet..” you whined, he smirked caressing your cheek. “don’t worry..” he said, you hummed in response looking up at him. “i’ll see you later then..good luck in training, do well..” you grumbled out, he smiled kissing your cheek again, you sat up half away, you pecked his lips before you felt his, he chuckled at your sleeping expression, walking away. “love you y/n.” he spoke, “love you too pedro..” you said, turning the lamp off falling back asleep as the door opened then closed.

12:38pm..

you were still asleep, very deep sleep you were in. your phone went off as you woke up, you looked at your phone grabbing it as you picked up the call, “hello..?” you grumbled out, “hey! get ready i’m about to go pick you up from the hotel for the game!” she spoke, you yawned. “your picking me up now..?” you spoke, she hummed in response. “mhm, the stadium is an hour away, they chose a hotel so far and we have to go..well..now..since the traffic might get crazy..” she spoke through the phone, as you rubbed your eye getting up. “fine fine..when will you be here?” you said through the speaker, “in 30 minutes! i’ll text you when am outside the lobby, you can just come downstairs since.” she said, you walked to the bathroom. “fine with me! i’ll start getting ready! bye!” you said as you hung up, turning the shower on. you took a quick rinse, havjng your hair up as you got out the shower and did your routine. you had the towel wrapped around your body, walking out the room grabbing your bag, you found the blue lace matching set. you bit your lip as you thought, ‘screw it’ you walked back to the bathroom, changing into the undergarments. as you walked back to the room finding your jersey and a pair of jeans then walking back to the bathroom, officially getting ready. your phone digged in sign of a message as you quickly hurried to the room, finding your converse. you opened the message as it read, ‘im on my way y/n, be out there in 10 minutes!’ you put your shoes on quickly, grabbing your perfume.

you sprayed your perfume in specific areas that gets pedri all geeked up, you giggled before grabbing your purse and phone including the keycard, you walked out the room as you heard it lock. you headed downstairs to the lobby, to then outside the hotel as you walked to your sisters car. you sat in the passenger seat looking at her, “look at you all ready..” your sister, maria spoke. “does it look bad at all?” you said, she looked at you shaking her head. you smiled putting your seatbelt on, “how was it before he left..” she said, you hummed. “we slept pretty much..he was too tired. least he has the energy for today, i could tell he was excited for el clasicó!” you said, she giggled at your comment. “i’m pretty sure he’s happy himself too..do you know who else is going? like the other girlfriends?” she spoke, you looked at her. “apparently fermíns girlfriend, mikky, gavis sister too..” you spoke, she smiled. “are they sitting on the front with us?” maria said, you nodded your head. “yeah, they told me! xavi doesn’t know we got sneaked in apparently though..that’s what pedri told me..he doesn’t know i myself nor the other wags are here but aurora herself..” you said, you laid your head against the window. “traffic?” you mumbled, she hummed in response. “yeah..but it’s not super bad, we’ll get there don’t worry y/n.” she said, you fidgeted with your fingers.

“just take a nap y/n..i’ll nudge you when we’re about to get there.” maria spoke, you nodded your head closing your eyes, resting your hand against the window letting your head rest on your hand as you slowly began to doze off.

1:38pm..

you were still asleep, you didn’t even feel the car moving. suddenly you felt a whack on your shoulder as you woke up, “i-i’m awake!” you screamed, maria bursted out laughing at your reaction. you rolled your eyes, “o-oh..we need to go they’re warming up i think!” you spoke getting your stuff, she nodded her head as you two got out the car, walking your way to the stadium. you got through security as maria walked you to the seating, the view was indeed just perfect. you were infront of the bench, possibly also infront of the players now warming up. you watched pedri warm up, you gulped now in a trance. you watched his chest heave up and down, his hair slightly move around. “hey y/n!” you heard mikky say, your eyelashes batting down against your eyelids quickly, “oh hey! did they sneak you in as well!?” you said, she laughed nodding her head. “looks like we had our ways, how was the hotel though? i heard everybody saying pedri had the better room..” She spoke, you nodded your head quickly still looking at pedri. he winked at you, you shyly looked away facing mikky. “what’s going on between you two now..” she said, you giggled shaking your head. “nothinggg..” you said. she laughed before you two turned to watch the team still warming up.

The team had headed into the locker room, meanwhile for frenkie and pedri they were walking slow taking their sweet time to admire their girlfriends from the stands. You and mikky were just talking about how the hotel was and what to do in new york, you looked at pedri and bit your lip giggling. He shook his head smirking before you watched him head to the locker room. Sooner or later the game had officially started, you were excited but nervous. After remembering about the bet you two agreed on last night, distracted from the trance and day dreaming. The stadium was filled with screams, you watched frenkie pass the ball to pedri, and without hesitation shooting it in as it now marked 1-0 in the 8th minute. Your eyes slightly widening now as what you got yourself into. A earned sex. Mikky was shaking you by your shoulders, excited at the team being head on. “You missed it!” She said, you looked at her. “I-I did not!” You said, she smiled. “Look!” She said, pedri doing your initial with his hands, you blushed heavily turning red at the goal dedicated to you.

After moments of chaos, and yellow cards being thrown around and conceeded goals. El clasico had ended with 5-1, two goals from none other but your boyfriend, another two by frenkie and gavi himself. You and your sister were now exiting out the stadium, since you were kept hidden from pedri due to not being able to be seen in public. You were currently in your sisters car filled with excitement, “You can’t stop smiling..what’s gotten into you..” she said, you blushed. “Nothing..just the goals that was it!” You said, she hummed. “Mhm..as if i’d believe that.” She said, you stared at her. “I-I’m being honest!” You spoke.

An hour later…

you were outside sitting on the small sofa by the balcony, on your phone. you had already removed your outfit besides the jersey left on your chest, you had your knees against your chest, your glasses loosing up from your nose. you didn’t even hear pedri when he came in, you peeked through your phone his figure now standing right next to the door. “hi..” you spoke, he looked at you then your body, “que haces.” (what are you doing) he said, you shook your head. “nada..” (nothing..) you said, getting up. you walked over to him as he tilted his head, you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands, kissing him deeply throwing yourself onto him. he held your waist, kissing back as you continued moving your lips against his. “you did so well..” you whispered, he groaned at your comment—hands squeezing underneath your thighs, picking you up. your legs wrapping around him still kissing him, he put you down on the bed as you looked up at him. “remember what you said yesterday night..” he whispered, poking your thigh. you giggled nodding your head. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down kissing him yet again. he continued kissing you.

you felt him tug your panties, his hand rising your shirt up. you moaned into his mouth when you felt him grip onto your boob, “w-wait!” you said in between, he looked at you confused. lips all ruined and plumped. “que..paso..” he said slightly breathing heavily, you gulped. “a-are you not going to do i-it in the b-bed..” you spoke, he looked at you then the view, “nah.” he said, your eyes widened. “s-someone will see u-us tho!” you said as he covered your mouth, you looked up at him. “we’re up high baby, we won’t get caught or anything.” he spoke, you nodded your head, his words slowly calming you down. you pulled him closer again, kissing him deeply cupping his cheeks with your palms, your fingertips slightly resting against his cheeks. your hands further reached down unbuttoning his shorts, you stopped your movements, gasping softly feeling him kiss your neck. “hmm..you knew what perfume to use too..” he spoke, you giggled between, your hands roaming to the back of his shirt, pulling it up. he pulled off your neck for a moment, taking his shirt off tossing it on the ground. he pecked your lips before going back to kissing your neck, you giggled. he sucked on your skin, his cock acking underneath the fabric of his boxers. you moaned, your hands going everywhere inside his shirt. he made space, leaving a huge gap as your hands traveled down to his bottoms, you unbuttoned his shorts. he groaned feeling your hands on his hips, he towered his hand on yours, you blushed at the hand comparison. he gripped on your hand, pulling his boxers down.

you bit your lip, you sat up on your elbows looking at him. you slid off the sofa, knees resting on the floor. you held his shaft in your hands, slowly stroking him. he groaned watching your small hands do the work. You leaned closer, spitting down onto the base, coating your saliva into his length. He bit down on his lip, your hand continued doing the repeated motion—hand stroking his cock slowly. Your eyes were more focused on the head, you watched pre-cum ooze out, you hummed squeezing your thighs together, rubbing them against each other. Pedri looked down at you as he was quickly to catch up onto your body signs. “Fuck..go ahead, wrap your mouth around pretty.” He spoke breathlessly, you wrapped your mouth around his length while he was still speaking. You swirled your tongue around the tip, your tongue easily finding a spot that made pedri grunt. you hummed around him still swirling your tongue around the little vein causing him to groan again, again and again. He looked down at you, “Don’t tease y/n..” he said, you looked up at him, “i-i’m not..” you gurgled out, he chuckled hearing your words. your hand coming across his length, wrapping around what you couldn’t fit in.

Your tongue continued swirling around the little vein, he groaned constantly as your mouth did the work. He pushed your head further in, you began to bobble your head slowly looking up at him. Your hand stroked around the bottom of his base, your cheeks hollowing around him. you continued to take more of him in your mouth, your eyes maintaining eye contact with his. You moaned around him, swirling your tongue around him slightly slurping your spit back in avoiding any drool falling off. He chuckled breathlessly slightly letting out a moan, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you..” he spoke, you moaned in response. he held the back of your head, you stroked him adding a rhythm to you bobbing your head. “Levantate la camisa.” (Lift your shirt up.) he spoke, you rolled your eyes. A small ‘hmph’ leaving your throat, you lifted your shirt up slightly. “Levántate lo mas” (lift it up more) he groaned out, you smacked his thighs raising it up above your cleavage. Your boobs squished due to your hands being on your thighs, arms pushing them together. He chuckled looking down at the blue lace material, your jaw slowly starting to ache.

His hand slowly coming up to your hair, makeshifting it into a ponytail. His groans, grunts and shaky sighs making you pool yourself in your panties, particularly even more on the thoughts of him fucking you in any position causing you to bobble your head faster, you looked up at him watching noises slip out of his mouth. “joder..keep going..si..” he moaned out, you blushed heavily nearly giggling as you choked on him. You moved your head back up pulling your mouth up, you coughed spitting onto him making a mess all over his length. “Quítatela.” (Take it off.) he slightly pulled on the collar of your neck, you swiped the saliva off your mouth with the back of your hand as you took your jersey off. He chuckled watching you stroke his length slowly before taking him back into your mouth, he grunted at the feeling of your warm embrace around him again. “Tan bonita..” (So pretty..) he hissed as you moaned around him.

“y’gonna let me fuck your mouth?” he said, you moaned around him. he groaned feeling the vibration go through him. "M-mhm..'' you gurgled out he pushed your head slightly as you slowly took more of him in. "Can't hear you mi amor.." your tongue licking lines on the bottom of his base, as he pushed your head deeper. "Y-yes!" your nose hitting against his pelvis, you gagged feeling him everywhere. He slowly began to thrust his hips into your mouth, tears slowly prickling in the corner of your eyes. You held onto his thighs, nails digging into the skin creating little crescent shapes on his thighs. "Taking it so good.." he moaned, his cock going in and out of your mouth, your hands squeezing around his thighs feeling him hit the back of your throat. You slightly moved your hips attempting to find some type of friction, whining and moaning around him. your mascara all smudged up as he pushed your head in deeper, causing you to gag loudly. you pulled back up with a 'pop' breathing heavily, coughing. You looked up at him then down to his member watching him twitch, you wrapped your mouth around him he flinched as his eyes narrowed down to you. You sucked around the tip, swirling your tongue in circles. He moaned at the sudden unexpected reaction, holding your cheek guiding you.

Saliva slowly began to trickle down your chin and to the sides of your lips, even near down his balls. "Don't stop, please..' he threw his head back, groaning at the feeling of your mouth and him being near his own orgasm. You bobbled your head faster, stroking him yet again. Your hand picking up your saliva against his length, making a mess all over him. "J-joder..te voy a follar tan bien." (F-Fuck..I'm going to fuck you so well.) he groaned out, twitching again in your mouth. His groans slowly turning into moans as he pulled your hair tightly, thrusting his hips in slightly deep into your mouth as warm ropes of his cum shot into your mouth, he grunted pulling his length out your mouth, he breathed heavily looking down at you. You giggled sticking your tongue out, showing him the result of his mess, he groaned watching you swallow it all into your throat. "Levantate." (Get up.) he spoke, you wobbily stood up. Particularly, letting yourself fall onto him as you cupped his cheeks not hesitating to kiss him. He kissed back, hand cupping your ass cheek. He moved you closely to the balcony, your lower back touching the railing as the two of you continued to sloppy kiss, you let your tongue slip into his mouth exploring every inch. He groaned tasting himself in your mouth, his hand pulling down your panties.

Your hand placed on his chest, your nails slowly running across his tanned abs. He pushed you as you fell onto the sofa, you giggled before he hovered above you kissing you deeply again, you kissed back—the kiss being sloppy and messy. You cupped his cheek, his hand fondling with your ass, “Fuck me already..” you whispered in between still kissing him, he chuckled. “Needy aren’t we today?” He spoke, his hand slapping your ass. You moaned into his mouth, “Mmmhmm..” you moaned out, feeling his hands rub around your clit. You moaned every second at his touch, “U-Ugh..please..i’ve been p-patient..” you whined, he kissed your forehead before he held your chin.

“Watch for me, would you?” He spoke, you nodded your head. You looked down watching him line his length against your entrance, he easily slid halfway in. You moaned softly at the stretch, looking at him. He kissed you deeply yet again, you kissed back wrapping your arms around him, this time letting your tongue slip through his mouth, he fully pushed himself in causing you to moan. You moaned every second his cock thrusted into you, you continued kissing him. Your palms cupping his cheeks, “P-Pedri..” you breathlessly pulled away, he looked at you. “What’s wrong?” He whispered, your hand caressing the back of his head. “I-I need more..please..” you whispered, he looked at you. “a-are you sure?” he spoke, you nodded your head. “yes..t-trust me,i’ll be f-fine.” You said, he kissed your forehead. “you sure?” He said, looking down biting his lip admiring your flushed out pink cheeks, messy lips, messy hair, your palms now laying flat against the sofa. “Mhm, it’ll be worth every inch baby.” You spoke, his eyes slightly widening at the tone of your voice. He held the back of your calve, throwing your leg against his shoulder—slightly pulling back he thrusted deeply into you. You gasped nearly moaning loudly, before he began to thrust at a intense speed into you. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. “M-Mmmhm..fuck!” You moaned out, he bit on his lip watching your language into the sex.

You moaned uncontrollably, as you rested one of your legs on his hip bone, his cock slamming quickly in and out you harshly. The sound of your wetness squelching against his dick making you crave for more, “Feels good doesn’t it?” He said, you nodded your head. “M-Mmmh..s-sooo..g-good..” your eyes rolling back feeling him thrust near your g-spot already from the angle, his hand gripping and pressing down onto your waist. You gripped onto the leather fabric, head leaned back looking up at him. His hand fondling with your boob, you moaned uncontrollably. Distracted by the pleasure, you didn’t feel the touch of pedris hand, he had already placed your other leg against your shoulder, he thrusted deeper into you. A gasp coming out of your mouth, eyes rolling back again. “F-Fuck! D-Don’t stop!” You moaned out, he groaned feeling you clench around him. He leaned closer to you, you felt him hit your g-spot, you scratched his back at the mix of pain and pleasure at the move of him in your g-spot. You kissed him again, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth, he groaned feeling your acrylics scratch his skin. “Y-You did..so..w-well today..” you moaned once his cock smacked against you. He chuckled, “G-Good thing we..agreed on this..” he groaned out, you wrapped your arms around him kissing him deeply. The two of you moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouth.

Pedri on the other hand wanted to play around, he pulled away as you looked at him, his forehead rested on yours as he made his way back to your g-spot, hitting, and hitting, over and over again your spot. Your eyes hard to keep open as you moaned louder against his lips, “P-Pedri!” You moaned out, he chuckled. “Love when you do that.” He chuckled, pulling down on your bra strap. You whimpered, ankles dangling off his shoulders. He thrusted harder into you causing your eyes to roll back again, you mumbled something incoherent. He chuckled, fondling with your boob, you felt the burning sensation in your stomach starting to form. He pressed down on your stomach, you yelped feeling yourself tighten, the pressure making you breathlessly moan out. He looked down at you, your eyes all watery from the mixture of the pleasure with pain. He suddenly began twitching, you looked at him. “Fuck i’m not gonna keep up..i-if you keep..tightening like this baby..” he moaned out, you moaned out in response. “Mmmmhm..” you said, mind in another place. He looked down at you, wiping the sweat off your forehead, you cupped his cheek looking up at him. You went quiet as he looked up at you, “amor..whats wrong?” He said, you gasped feeling him in your g-spot again.

“I-I want to be on..t-top” you mumbled, he sneaked a hand underneath you. rising you against his chest, you covered your mouth holding in a slight scream feeling the tip of his cock hit your cervix, staying in that angle, he sat down against the sofa. You rested your head on his shoulder, keeping your movements slow and steady. You moaned into his ear, his hand knitting with your ass. your hips rocking against his, “baby..i’m so close..” he spoke, he grabbed your ass harshly. You cried out his name, nearly giving up. You sat up, arms wrapping around his neck, attempting to move quickly as possible. He moaned out at the sight, your boobs nearly infront of his face. He unclipped your bra, you pulled your bra off tossing it on the floor with your other pile of clothes, he grabbed one of your boobs, sucking around your nipple. you pulled his head closer to your chest, still moving quickly against him. his free arm holding your lower back, “taking it so well..” he praised in between him sucking on your nipple, you blushed heavily.

Pedri gripped onto your waist, thrusting up into you. Your legs trembling. His pace going quickly and sloppy, you squeezed around him eyes rolling back, as you gushed around him. his cum shooting up into you, he breathed heavily filling you up. you fell onto his chest. He rested his head on your chest, you fell against the couch, your back all sticky from the heat and sweat building up. You looked down letting your hands run through his hair, you caressed his back.

The outside was quiet, the wind blowing and the noises of the cars passing by were only heard. After a few moments of silence, pedri broke the quietness. “Did i go too rough on you..” he whispered, you hummed looking down. “No, it was perfect..” you mumbled. He chuckled, burrying his face in between again, he sucked on your boob again. You sighed out, “you’re all sweaty..” you whispered out, he giggled before lifting his head up. “You think we can do it again?” He spoke, your eyes widened. “a-again?” you said sitting on your knees, he nodded his head. “go on your fours.” he spoke, you turned around ass up in the air. You gulped not knowing what you’d get, another rough session or a different pedri. you felt him behind you as he pushed his cock into you, your eyes rolling back at the sensitivity. He held your hips, thrusting slowly into you. His hips slightly snapping hard against you, you whimpered before he reached for your hair. Slightly pulling it back, and with just that began thrusting his hips quickly against you. You gasped out, “p-pedri!” you moaned out, he smirked still going at it. He started thrusting harder into you, you let out a hiccuped whimper in every thrust.

He smacked your ass, leaning closer to your ear. You moaned at the deeper angle, “fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned out, you cried out at the harsh snap of his hips. You bit your lip shaking uncontrollably underneath him, the sensitivity getting to you. He pounded deeply into you, finding your g-spot letting his cock abuse that area. You screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your forehead burying into the cushion muffling your moans. His pace being intensely fast enough, “O-Oh my g-god!” You stuttered out, he chuckled slapping your ass. You kept jolting forward within every thrust, your moans slipping out second after second. You felt your lower tummy filled with excitement and pressure, you didn’t know what was coming later on, your back fully arched now as your ass bounced against him. “P-Pedri..i-i don’t th-think..” you moaned out, he chuckled. “What was that?” He said, squeezing your ass. “I-I don’t think i-i’m going t-to..o-oh my god.” you felt him lean against your back, his chest laying on your back. He pounded harder into you, his cock brushing against your cervix making you cry out. “Need to cum again?” He spoke, you nodded your head quickly. “Yes! Y-Yes please!” You choked out. He backed away from your back, slapping your ass again. “T..Tease..” you mumbled, he chuckled hands sliding down your clit, he began rubbing on your sensitive bud. You gasped in between a moan, his fingers slowly rubbing across your folds, you attempted to keep your eyes open yet again, the pleasure sorrounding your body making you feel fuzzy. You closed your eyes, moaning uncontrollably.

His thrusts became sloppier at your tightness, you leaned your head back nearly cumming on the spot. He thursted quickly onto your g-spot, little stars forming around your vision as you moaned out his name. “b-baby i’m close..” you moaned out, your heavy and rigged breathing making him twitch, his fingers still doing the work. You cried out, feeling his fingers quickly rub your clit, you shrieked out and just with that you came around him. Your tightness causing pedri to cum inside you yet again. You didn’t even notice you wetted the sofa, nor what happened. Pedri chuckled, looking down at your mess. “Guess it was worth it.” He spoke, you looked at him. “Huh?” You said softly, still trying to catch your breath. “You squirted nearly everywhere y/n..” he spoke, your face turning red as you smacked his arm. “Shut up..” you mumbled, he chuckled before carrying you. You whined, “what about the-“ you said, he closed the door. “We can get that later, i don’t leave in two days.” He said, you nodded your head. You fell on the bed, breathing heavily as you looked to your side, resting your head on pedris chest.

His fingers began to trace down your back, you whined at the small pain from the sticky coat covered in dried damped sweat. “You did well out there today..” you spoke, he smiled. “En serio?” (Really?) He spoke, you nodded your head kissing his cheek. Your eyes slowly closing, “We should do more bets..” he spoke, you smacked his chest. “Be quiet and go to sleep now..” you said, he giggled covering you with the duvet. You sighed out slowly drifting off to sleep.

“I love you..”

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FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Ponyo:

determined 5yo girls are more powerful than god

PONYO!!!!

As a child i did not even realize this was a little merm adaptation, but it really reads. She is sooo strange and other worldly and the movie absolutely captures that dreamlike fairy tale vibe

Ponyo a roughly five-year-old magical goldfish who can transform into a frog-type thing and a human girl. She's the eldest daughter of the literal goddess of the sea and a former human sailor given immortality. She falls in love with the five-year-old boy who cares for her and is thrilled to explore his ordinary yet magical world. She's bouncy, exuberant, and joyful. She loves ham. She doesn't have to give up her voice.

ponyo ponyo ponyo little fishie in the sea!

Little fishy

THEY LOVE HAM

Bug:

Their a bug that falls in love with a human they rescue and becomes human, but even when they don't get to keep their human body, they still get to be with their love. It's a sci-fi fairytale musical.

Little Mermaid meets Starship Troopers musical starring awesome puppets and the most trans coded main character ever. Please. Please vote Bug Starship I love him. Go watch Kick it Up a Notch from Starship. Go watch Status Quo from Starship. You will understand.

He's a bug and he lives in space on a bug planet but he really wants to be a starship ranger which you can only be if you are a human and then one day a spaceship lands on his planet and so he goes to an evil bug called Pincer who then helps him become a human. And Bug falls in love with a human on the spaceship and it's very sweet. The musical and storyline are based on the little mermaid story, the creators themselves called it "the little mermaid but in space". Bug wanting to be a human/a starship ranger and achieving that and falling in love with a human is very much like the little mermaid

Starship is a musical that can only be described as The Little Mermaid meets Starship Troopers. It follows Bug, an alien bug who dreams of being a Starship Ranger, a galactic explorer/soldier, but the rigid confines of bug society keeps him trapped in a job he hates. He reaches a Starship Ranger named February from the hive and immediately falls in love with her. In order to be with her and pursue his dream, he makes a deal with a giant scorpion named Pincer who through sci-fi bs gives him a human body. Near the end of the second act he sacrifices his human body and returns to his bug body, and saves the day and wins February's heart. It's truly the ultimate Little Mermaid. He has multiple songs, and his bug body is portrayed by a puppet!! Vote for Bug!!

“It's a big, big, universe So many dimensions And unanswered questions Not to mention Life What an invention Life There's no choice involved in what you are given One mind, one voice, one body to live in It's a short, small thing we lead With so much potential Pointless or essential Which one can I be? Where do I fit? Where do I stand? Who are they to say what I am? And how can I stay inside this awful world I know? I need a way out I need an escape I'd rather be dead than to live in this place I wish that something or someone could just take it all away Someone take me away” dear god….. can anybody hear me…. (song from starship)

They are the purest little mermaid adaptation done in the most unuque way. An alien insect gets turned into a human, a race he has always loved and admired, to be with the woman he fell in love with. Also just a great musical.

Bug's whole arc is so so in tune with that of the little mermaid. He is an alien who has fallen in love with humanity through a crashed spaceship and trades his place in the hive for a chance to be with both with the human he's falling for and to be a Starship Ranger. He body swaps with human in a cryogenic pod! It's literally sci-fi Little Mermaid!

Don't stick to the status quo and pick the fairy tale!! it's what HE would want!!!

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Lucifer x shy Baker reader

very first lucifer story and i can’t tell if i like it or hate it lol but i hope u guys enjoy it!! :)

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sugar. butter. flour.

that’s how most of your days went — baking pastries in one of hell’s finest bakeries, serving regular, everyday sinners, to the fanciest overlords of hell. it was tiring work, starting everything from scratch each and every morning and making sure every bite would be the freshest it could be.

you, yourself, weren’t an overlord — just a normal city goer on the streets of pentagram city, doing your job to make a living. even in hell you’re expected to pay rent; but i guess that’s why it’s called hell.

the door chimes, signalling a customer entering your quiet little bakery that smelled of strawberries and sweetness.

“hello, darling” and there he was — lucifer morningstar, the king of hell, himself. you look up from where you were putting the last of your pies in the display case, your cheeks becoming as red as the strawberries you cut up earlier. “oh, your majesty! hello!” you make your way to the front counter, hoping he doesn’t realize how flustered he makes you merely by his own presence.

oh, he absolutely notices. and it feeds his ego tenfold.

he rests his elbow on the counter, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

“i believe i ordered a dozen of your finest cupcakes. shaped like ducks, to be more precise” you chuckle to yourself — who knew the king of hell would get so much enjoyment out of rubber ducks? “let me go get those for you, your majesty”

“oh, dear, there’s no need for formalities. lucifer’s just fine. especially since i’m in here oh-so often” he looks at you with half lidded eyes, raising his eyebrows at you. he knows exactly what he’s doing to you when he speaks in that tone.

you try not to stumble over your own two feet as you get the fancy pink box that has a clear lid, perfectly displaying his highness’s order. you can feel yourself trying not to shake with nerves because satan, he’s so beautiful. “i’m beginning to think you come in here for more than just the sweets i bake” you place the box with fragile goods down in front of him on the counter. lucifer chuckles at your statement, drawing small circles with his pointer finger on your counter. “oh, really? and what makes you say that, hm?”

“i-i don’t know… maybe it’s just an observation, but you come here more than the regulars. and when you do, you usually strike up a conversation with me for hours on end until i have to tell you we’re closed” you chuckle shyly, recalling the countless times lucifer has come in just to talk to you, or give you so many compliments that turn you into a blushing mess.

you don’t understand why he has specific interest in you; he barely knows you, and you him. only in the fairytales in your mind are happily holding hands together.

“oh! haha! that!” he looks nervous, fiddling with his jacket lapels and wiping none existent dirt off his sleeves, not realizing how many times he’s come in just to see you. but he can’t help it, he’s craving the sweetness you give off of lavender and daydreams that it spins him poetic; and he hopes that maybe one day you’ll let him have a taste (you will). “i suppose you just have a way of… drawing me in, i-i guess”

“i just work here, lucifer… you don’t even know me”

“well then, perhaps we should change that then, don’t you think?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head like a small puppy. lucifer’s heart nearly beats out of his chest. “what do you mean?”

“i meaaan… come by! a-and share some cupcakes with me! and we can also have tea! or chocolate milk! we don’t even have to have the cupcakes! i can get something made for us! michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte!”

you giggle at his excitement and lucifer swears he could listen to that sound for the rest of eternity.

“i-i get off work at five?” you ask with a shy smile, pink dusting your cheeks at the thought of a date with the man you’ve been crushing on for so long. “then i shall see you then, my dear” he kisses the back of your hand with a gentleness that leaves your head spinning as he picks up the box of duck-shaped cupcakes and walks out of your bakery.

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Your Delusion

Pairing: dark!Dream of the Endless x Reader Word Count: 4.8k words Warnings: NSFW, dubcon, somnophilia, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, forced(?) breeding, swearing... A/N: This was to get me out of Writer's Block. Kind of worked? Dream is a bit (ridiculously) delulu in here. He's doing some mental gymnastics in here, and I applaud him cause same. Anyway, enjoy this strange, strange man.

You look so beautiful like this.

Wrapped in your sheets with your eyes so delicately closed, lips so delicately parted, breaths so delicately passed, you look like a dream. My dream.

And you shall always be mine.

No matter what you may believe.

Your rejection was a white hot burn in my chest, a clawing in my throat. The searing courses through my veins, but I know that I cannot blame you for what you had said. You meant only the best, you meant only not to worry me.

But you shouldn't need to worry. Not about such things.

When I saw you in that field, my field—Fiddler’s Green—I knew then and there that I could await our union no longer. I had to have you, I had to keep you.

You turned when you felt me near, and your eyes filled with confusion for just a moment before the recognition of my presence replaced it. You always knew it was me in the end. No matter how many dreams you dreamt.

“Dream lord,” you greeted me, with a smile so soft and true. Oh, how I love your smile.

I took slow steps across the green grasses beneath me, slowly approaching. “It has been a while since you have come here.”

I usually find you with the brothers of the First Story, or perhaps with Lucienne in the library. Other days, you would wander through other fields or amongst the waters of the Golden Rivers. But not then.

Then, you stood in the flowers of Fiddler’s Green. The very place we first met.

“How are you?” I wondered.

You glanced away. It was a shy little gesture, and a quick one at that. In no time, your eyes were back to me and it meant the world. “Better now,” you mumbled, placing your hand against a tree. “I almost forgot how beautiful this place was.”

Though I would usually acknowledge your words, I cannot help but to stare. “I have missed you.” I cannot always find time to see you with all the work I find myself caught in, but when I do, you never disappoint. It had been a couple of nights since last we saw one another, but it was a couple of nights too long.

“I missed you, too.” You said it as though you truly meant it, and that was all I needed. “How have you been doing?”

“Thinking.” I moved closer. There was still too much distance between us.

You tilted your head gently. “About?”

“Many things,” I shrugged. “But mostly you.”

You seemed almost taken aback by what I said, but you remain as kind as ever. “Me?” you chuckled—a bashful thing, really.

My eyes never left you. You're so beautiful, I mustn't ever look away. Perhaps I may lose you if I do…

“I can't keep you from my mind.” I watched as your smile faltered and your face shifted. “Every moment, I think of you.”

You tried to take a step back, but I grabbed your hands and held them within mine. I let the words spill, and I confessed what I had been holding in all this time. “You come and you go from my realm as you please. You smile and laugh as though any being could resist falling for the very thought of you. I look at you, and I know that what I feel is true.”

You looked away from me, down at our hands joined so firmly in one another. You close your eyes shut, and you squeeze them tight. “Dream, I don't think I understand.”

Then I would help you understand. You needed to know how much I need you, how much I crave you.

“I long for you,” I confessed. “Your beauty, your touch, your heart… And I can't keep from you any longer, my dear.”

I stepped even closer, the distance nearly squashed as I set my forehead against your own. “Dream,” your voice seemed so far away, so uncertain. But you mustn't feel that way.

“Be mine,” the desperation began to become clearer in my voice. “Join me as my wife and queen.” My thumb brushed the finger where your wedding ring would be placed. I would almost feel it now… “I shall protect you with my life and love you with all that I am–”

“No.”

The icy chill of your disagreement, the stern tone of your voice, it created a sour taste on my tongue that I deeply resented.

I did not break away from you, though my grip on your hands may have tightened a bit more than they should have. “What?” My voice is low, upset and full of disbelief. You pulled your hands from mine, and I knew that I had to let you or else I may have hurt you.

“Dream…” you sighed heavily, like it pained you. “I can't.”

My eyes fixed on you, and I thought you could see the sudden darkness in them. Perhaps you did, but it wasn't enough.

“Why not?”

“Look at you.” You gesture toward me, taking another few steps away to establish a distance that left me cold. Your voice was not as steady as I'm sure you hoped it would be, but it was firm nonetheless. “Look at me.”

Your hand slapped back down to your side. It was a defeated movement. Hopelessness filled you in the form of tears, and that's how I knew you cared.

“You are the King of Dreams,” you continued, “one of the Endless, the fucking—ruler of sleep and unconsciousness, who's been alive for eons.”

Your brows knitted together, and your hand reaches across your frame. “I'm some…human you've been talking to for the last year.”

I swallowed thickly, the sourness turning to a bitter agony. “Don't you love me?”

I sound pathetic asking, but I simply could not go another moment without knowing.

“Of course I love you!” you exclaimed, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. The leaves in the trees around us shook incessantly, yet there was no wind. Your voice was weaker when you spoke again. “How can I not?”

Hope filled me, if only for a moment. If you loved me so, then why do you choose to deny me your hand?

“But I can't have you,” you explained. “I'm mortal, you're Endless. I will die, and you will go on living for damn near the rest of eternity.”

If time was what concerned you, we could take it away.

“I can get you immortality.” I tried to step closer, but you stepped away.

You shook your head. “It's not mine to take.”

It was times like these where I wish you weren't so good. It was times like these where I wish you were more selfish, more possessive.

“Nonsense,” I disagreed. “If you were mine, the whole of the Dreaming would be yours.” You grunted with such frustration that my own crawled up my neck and into my teeth.

“Morpheus.” I still don't like the way you said it…with such a stern resolve, so bitter and broken. “I can't… I've heard about what happens to those who love the Endless.”

I nearly scoff. “Is that what this is about?” I shake my head.

If danger was what concerned you, I would quash the threats set against my love.

“As I said, I can protect you.”

“I'm not afraid for me,” you urged, “I'm afraid for you.” Oh, my love, you hurt me so. “You've lost so much, I can't hurt you like that.” You took tentative steps away from me, looking down and finding it so difficult to reach my gaze. “It is easier for you to let me go and move on, than to humor this ‘relationship’ and get the both of us hurt in the process.”

You looked up, despite the pain, and you moved forward to take my face in your hands. I must close my eyes to relieve the ache of you so close to me now. Oh, how deeply you cut…

“Forget about me,” you insisted, trying to smile for my sake. I could see how much it hurt you. “I know it's not fair, but it's how it has to be.” When my hands land on your waist, you drop yours from my face.

Reluctantly, you set your hands on my wrists and pulled them slowly away from you. Your voice was soft, wavery. You were trying not to cry. “I am not meant for you.” You take a deep breath in. “And you were never meant for me.”

I didn't know what to say. Though, I suppose it did not matter, for the next moment, you were gone. You left from the Dreaming, and you were lost from my sight.

But that was days ago. You have been avoiding me since.

But I've been there. At every turn, I have been there. And I know you feel me, you know that I am always there—lurking, watching, waiting.

You know it's me when you glance over your shoulder for the shadow in the corner of your eye. You know it's me in the shiver down your spine, the phantom billow of my robes as I ghost past. You know it's me in the faintest sound of breath out of sync with your own.

And I can tell that you know it's me now, in the walls of your bedroom while you lay fast asleep. You look so beautiful, soft and serene. To be in your dreams is one thing, but to watch you lost in your sleep is something else. To know that my realm has so much power, so much influence over something as perfect as you… If only I could watch you sleep forever.

Perhaps I could… but I shall not.

I don't understand how you were so sure of how deeply we did not belong, but I did know that you were wrong. Of course you're wrong.

We are meant to be together. We always were and we always will be. I am not prepared to let you go.

You worry so deeply about us, my well-being and yours if anything were to happen. But as long as there was a gap between us, we could never be together. If our eternal marriage wasn't enough to fill that, then I would just have to find something else.

Something deeper. Something more important than bands on our fingers.

And every kingdom needs its heir.

I shed my robes, the sky hidden beneath them as black as the darkest sapphires. My gentle steps are silent as I approach, the moonlight glinting on your skin now blocked by my frame.

Slowly, I sit on the bed beside you, and I cannot resist the touch of my hand against your cheek. You're so soft and sweet, especially when you lean your face into my hand. I smile, and I know you love me.

I lean down ever so slowly, and my lips press to your forehead. Your head shifts, a little keen against me. Oh, how you beg for my touch, my darling.

And I shall give it.

I remove the covers from your body, revealing you to me. Your shirt rides up your belly, exposing the soft expanse of your skin to me. I place my hand there, and hear you sigh. I slide down, my fingers caressing your skin until my hand dips below your shorts and presses to the cotton of your undergarment.

Your breath hitches when you feel my fingers against your clothed clit, brushing so gently, it's like a phantom touch. Still, you do not wake.

Spreading your legs for me, I cup your perfect little pussy in my palm and sigh. Just as I thought you'd be, warm and wet and waiting for me. I tease, stroking gently with my fingers to bring your arousal further. You squirm against my touch, but still you do not wake. You know I am here, you have no reason to fret.

I knew you loved me.

I lean down and kiss you, though you're so tired you do not kiss back. But that’s alright, you are all I need.

I pull away from you, standing once again and standing at the foot of the bed. I grab at the waistband of your shorts and pull them and your panties down your legs, pausing when you stir too much. When you no longer shift, I pull them off completely.

Oh, you are lovely.

My hands stroke the expanse of your smooth skin, and you sigh at my every touch. Your brows knit together, a far off focus in your dreamland. My fingers tease the seam of your sweet cunt once more, delving between your wetting folds to feel how hot you are around me.

You begin to stir again, but my hand to your stomach eases you. I do not want you to wake yet. Not yet. Soon.

Your walls clench around my finger, and I reward them with another. A tiny whimper slips through your lips. I massage my fingers in and out of you, deep and slow movements that coax more and more wetness from your cunt. My thumb presses to your clit, and your hips roll against me very slightly.

I can no longer control myself. I move onto my knees and hold your legs apart. I just want to taste you. And when my tongue meets the arousal seeping from your lips, a deep moan rumbles within me.

Such sweet honey you make all for me, only for me. I suckle around you, licking and sucking and tasting you with a growing enthusiasm. Your tiny whimpers are becoming moans, broken and needy as you keen into my touch. Your fists clench and unclench, your thighs try to close, your hips roll against my mouth. But I keep you steady, steady and still and open wide for me.

As I suck around your clit, I can feel you clenching around my tongue, which licks in and out of you and laps up your sweetness. You're so close, I can feel it, I can taste it. Your desperation for a release is a potent syrup on my tongue.

Your body shakes and your mewling moans fill the room when you come undone. You gasp, a pitchy, wonderful sound that makes me suck harder around your pulsing clit. You try to break away from me, but I only pull you closer, drunk on your taste and refusing to let up until I have had my fill.

It's a wonderful thing, watching you cum for me so deep in your sleep. I can see flashes of your dreams behind my eyes, skin against skin and warmth and passion and even brief images of me. I feel you tremble beneath me, shuddering and whimpering so sweetly.

I work you through your brief overstimulation, groaning around your pussy as your taste overcomes my senses. The intoxication is a precious salve to my hunger for you, but it does not last long. No, I will never not hunger for you.

And I soon shall never have to find myself starved of you either.

The next time you cum, your back arches off the bed and your mewls mix with your heavy gasp. When I hear the sound of your quickening heart and feel the tug of your slowly building consciousness, I pull apart from you.

Shh. Not yet. Sleep, my love. Soon you shall awake and see me giving you all that you desire.

I place my hand to hold your cheek, and your fluttering eyes steady once more as they seal shut in your returning slumber. And when all is right, I smile. Your slick allows my fingers to glide right through.

Perfect.

I move away, stripping the both of us until we're nothing but skin. The bed dips under my weight, and I pull your thighs over my legs.

Taking my cock in my hand, I hiss lightly. You've truly made a mess of me: hot and hard and leaking. I lean down to you, pressing my lips to the side of your face and dipping down into your neck.

“Don't worry, my love,” I whisper in your ear. “We shall be together.”

I line myself with you, and holding my breath, I thrust inside. Warmth blossoms along my body, and I shudder at the tight heat which welcomes me. “All of us.”

You whine as I push farther inside of you, going deeper and deeper until you've taken me all the way. A thick sigh heaves from my chest at the way you clench, and my hips stutter at the feeling. I pull back and thrust in once more, building a steady rhythm that grows with my passion and desperation for you.

You whimper and moan, squirming beneath me as you stir beneath the slumber I've placed you in. The images in your mind—our bodies, our lips, flashes and breaths—they mix like a cocktail that further my intoxication.

My thrusts are perhaps a bit too rushed for our first time together, but I cannot help it. You are better than I have ever imagined you'd be. I want to savor this, to take my time with you, to cherish each feeling and each taste and each sight…

But we shall have plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, I must ravage your body lying so pliant and willing for me.

I kiss your neck, taking the soft flesh between my teeth and sucking. You taste like flowers and honey, a precious taste I shall never tire of. I rut into you, listening to the sweet sounds of your slick along my cock, listening to your weak moans, your needy whimpers. I'm determined to make you cum with me as I rub your aching little clit with the pad of my thumb.

My need for you trumps everything else. I want nothing more than to bury myself as deeply inside of you as I possibly can and fill you with my love, a love that would take root within you and grow our dearest child. I hook my arms underneath your thighs and put you in the perfect position to receive it, chest to chest as I bury my face in the warm column of your throat.

“Oh, my love.” The words spill out of me as the pleasure grips my throat, and I thrust deeply inside of you. In the same thrust, your back arches off the bed and you actually shake in my arms as you cum around my cock, squeezing me so tight that I have no choice but to cum inside of you.

A rough groan tears through my throat and into your ear. As your tight pussy trembles around you, you gasp as the pleasure rips through you. I feel the harsh tug of sleep being taken from you, and you fully awake with me still buried so perfectly in your cunt.

You choke on my name, and the sound is so sweet that my hips stutter in a half-thrust that pulls a moan out of you. I smile, pulling back without pulling out and looking down at you. You're so beautiful like this, dazed from the pleasure, still coated in sleep with the confusion of it all.

“Dream,” you whisper again, your voice thick with sleep and something else. “Dream, what–?”

You don't have time to speak because I have already begun fucking inside of you again. I'm not quite done yet—I want to make certain that you shall carry my heir in your belly, certain that I shall claim you forever.

And I'm already so addicted to the feeling of your body. To be without it would be a crime.

With the relief of a release, I can focus now as I gaze down at you. My hips thrust in and out—a steady, quick, rough rhythm that has you moaning with loud and helpless sounds that are music to my ears. Your hands reach up, clenching my arms with an uncertain goal.

You struggle to speak, so driven by your lust for me that all you can do is form wordless words as I fuck you. You curse and swear, glassy eyes on me as I hold you close.

Suddenly, I pull out of you, and the most pathetic whine slips from your throat. I flip you onto your belly, spreading your legs and pushing your chest down as I enter you from behind. You welcome me, as I knew you would. My perfect girl.

“Hello, my darling,” I whisper through a groan after a particularly rough thrust. “Did you miss me?”

You mutter something of my name, and I smile.

“I missed you, too,” I say. I press my chest to your back, bringing my hand to wrap around your neck so gently. “But I shall never leave you again. And you shall never leave me.”

You try to say something but it doesn't matter. I pick up my pace, my strength. I hold you tightly and fuck into you with everything that I have. As my fingers circle your abused clit, you moan and gasp for breath as all the pleasure stacks on top of you, one right after the other.

“You're so good for me, my love,” I sigh. “You're always so good for me, as you sleep and as you wake.” Another whimper resounds.

I've longed for this moment for so long. This moment where you would be beneath me, moaning my name and welcoming me into your intimate warmth. Your body moves against me, seeking me out and shuddering under my touch as I give you everything you need. All the slick has built with the addition of my cum dripping out of you, coating me and the sheets below in white. The sounds we make together—the moans, the creaks, the smacks—it's a beautiful cacophony of sweet music. I could stay here forever, locked in this room with you and your body and your love, fucking you with all my passion and making love to you with all my heart.

Your hand reaches out to grab something, settling for the pillow, which you grip so hard, it looks as though you may tear into the fabric. The pictures in your mind have become so much more muddled. Now they're flashes of white, the vague movements of bodies and the vague sounds of groans. It's a mess, a beautiful mess of tangled thoughts and watered down cohesion.

Your moans shudder like cries when I pull another orgasm from your weak little body. As I fuck you through it, the pleasure becomes all the better as you go blinded by it.

“So perfect, my beautiful dear.” I pull out of you, and you sigh as I do, as if you think this is over. I turn you back onto your back.

My knuckles smooth gently down the side of your face as you stare up at me, your eyes glazed over. I kiss you, a deep, bruising kiss filled with all of my lust for you. It takes you a moment, but you kiss back. It's a wonderful feeling.

As our lips are joined, I join our bodies once more. You gasp into my mouth as my cock fills you once more. I trail my kisses along your jaw and back to your neck, painting you in love bites and taking you as mine.

My hips snap into you, my hands hold you tight, my lips lave along your skin. Oh, how I love you so. It shows in the way that I thrust, in the way that I sigh, in the way that I kiss, in the way that I hold you close to me. I can't let go.

A couple of stray tears slip down your cheeks, and I kiss them away. Poor thing, so full of pleasure that you're crying for it.

Without giving you much time to recover, my thumb is at your clit again. I've become utterly intoxicated with the sight of your undoing: the way you tremble and shake, the way you gasp and sigh. I love you.

And for a while, we stay like this, rocking and grinding and moaning into one another. The sight of our faces are drenched in utter bliss, and I bask in the moment. I can feel the beginnings of a second release prickling within me, and my steady thrusts begin to falter.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your dazed eyes look up at me, your question interrupted by a moan. “Say–ah! Say what?”

“Tell me that you love me. As I love you.” I press my forehead against yours, rutting into you with all my strength as I begin to lose control. “Tell me, my darling. Tell me.”

“I…” You clench your jaw, arching your back as you struggle to speak through your pleasure. “Fuck, Dream.”

Your mouth is agape, and your eyes are closed so sweetly. But I need to hear you say it. I need it. “Say it.” My grip on your hip tightens, my thumb on your clit becomes more ruthless.

Lost in euphoria, you gasp and nearly choke on the words you give to me. “I love you.” You huff out a heavy breath, holding me tighter as your lips search for my skin. Their sloppy contact slides against me, wanting nothing more than to feel my skin against you. “I love you, Dream. Fuck, don’t stop, I love you.”

I sigh at the pleasure it gives me to hear those words on your delicate lips. “Again. Say it again.”

“I love you.” A whimpering sound mixes with a groan. “I love you, Dream.”

My fuse is running out, and with the way you tighten around me, I don’t stand a chance as my rough thrusts bring the both of us even closer to our highs. I can taste it on my tongue. The taste of your honeyed flower skin and your sweet arousal is my own personal wine.

My voice is barely a whisper in my haste. “Say it.”

“I love you, Morpheus.”

The dam breaks as I spill inside of you, shoving my cock as deep as I could possibly reach. Your gasp joins mine, and our sounds mingle with heaving breaths, your pitchy moans mixing with my deepened ones. You hold me as close as I hold you, and our lips slot together in the white noise of our ecstasy.

My hips continue their endless pursuit within you, desperate rolls thrusting within you just to make certain we’ve created our heir. For a while, I lay there on top of you, sparing you my weight but offering my warmth as I stay comfortably sheathed within you. Our gasping breaths have settled to gentle sighs, and you lay limply beneath me as you stare up at the ceiling. Contemplating.

When the time has unfortunately come to remove myself from you, I do as I adjust some hair from your face and kiss your forehead.

There was a fog in the room that I had not noticed before—not a physical one, of course. It’s beginning to clear in the aftermath of our combined pleasure. Your eyes slowly find mine, glazed still but the clearest they have been all night. Now that the blinding bliss has settled and you’ve fully awakened, there’s a clarity you’ve suddenly gained. You take in the sight of my face and I smile down at you, brushing my thumb over your cheek.

“Dream,” you mutter gently, to which I hum. “What have you done?”

My smile grows. I place a kiss to your lips, one that you seem to have trouble returning. Hooking my finger under your chin, I ensure you see me as I speak softly, a gentle hum that I know you shall hear.

“No one shall steal you from me now. Not even Death, no one. You are mine and only mine.”

Your eyes are glossy now, unshed tears gracing them that I hope to wipe away. “Dream,” you whisper, holding onto me with a tight grasp that I embrace. You look like you’ll say something, something dire and important. Instead, you close your mouth and smile, the kind of smile that must be pushed for.

“I love you,” you whisper. There’s an undertone to it that I dismiss. You’re tired, that’s all. I know you love me, and that’s all that matters.

I smile, kissing you again with all the love in my heart. My hand on your waist tightens, and I must remember that you are human. Pulling away from your lips, I brush my finger over your bottom one.

“I love you, too, my darling wife.”

Nothing can take that from us now.

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reallyhatethiswebsite · 3 days

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Inspired by this pic made by @infernally_fond

When the devil asks if you want to play, you’re supposed to say no. It’s a lesson most people learn as children. Some don’t take it to heart. They say yes instead because the devil promises he will give them something they desperately want in return.

Tav says yes because she fancies him.

That’s alright. They aren’t playing a game of life or death, and her soul isn’t on the line; just her dignity, and she never had much of that to begin with. Only an idiot would agree to a game they don’t understand. Tav isn’t stupid (honest!) but Raphael’s easy smile and request for her company – mostly the smile, it’s a dangerous weapon put it away damn you – chased off all her answers that weren’t ‘yes, of course, I’d love to play Lanceboard with you!’ So now she sits in his room at Sharess’ Caress watching him watch her across the table as she bumbles and bullshits her moves, losing pieces and losing her mind, because she knows he knows she has no idea what she’s doing but he hasn’t said a damn word about it.

He chooses a piece. She watches his long, deft fingers carefully position it on the board. Lucky thing. “Your move,” he says, languid. Everything about him is relaxed, even his posture. He’s resting his cheek on his fist, elbow on the table. Awful manners; must’ve been raised in a barn. His dark eyes glint in a way that makes it obvious he’s enjoying her squirming, her buffoonery. His expression is cooking her from the inside: not-quite-placid, could be conceived as bored if not for the subtle smoulder, a quirk of mildly sadistic amusement. If he keeps staring at her like that, she fears she might do something foolish.

She blindly grabs her piece. She doesn’t know which it is; knows it’s hers from the colour and that’s about it. Smacks it onto a square that’s (probably) alright. Nods, leans back in her chair, pretends to be confident with her approach, her strategy. “There. Your turn.”

Raphael blinks lazily at her. At the board. “Inspired. Truly,” he drawls, making his next move. “By madness, but nonetheless.”

Tav purses her lips. She doesn’t miss the way his gaze flickers to them. “What is madness but a denial of reality? That’s what you said before, right?”

His mouth twists with a lopsided, barely-there smirk. He surely doesn’t miss her glances, either. “Indeed I did. And what reality are you denying at this moment, little mouse?”

Knowing how to play this bloody game, she thinks, wishing he’d challenged her to checkers instead. “Letting you win,” she responds. Round peg, square hole – put her piece here, steal the piece she jealously witnessed him fondle, strangle it in her fist for its crime. He chuckles; rich, deep, raspy.

“A daring manoeuvrer, and highly illegal.” Yet he does nothing to rectify her blatant ignorance. (Actually, devil, what’s illegal is that chuckle). He simply makes his next move. “You know, it’s usually customary for one to be aware of the stakes of a game before they play it.”

And this, Tav thinks in resignation, is why he’s let me trample all over the match like a drunken elephant. She never learns. Somewhere, Wyll is shaking his head in disappointment.

“You didn't tell me there were stakes,” she accuses; considers pouting but doubts that would work on this crafty creature. “I thought we were just playing for fun.”

“And we are, my dear friend,” Raphael coos, terribly entertained (bastard). “What’s more fun than the thrill of a daring wager?”

“The security of knowing I’m not going to lose my soul?”

Raphael’s grin stretches; sharpens. “Oh, but I thought you were going to beat me. Where has your confidence gone, all of a sudden?”

He’s wretched. Vile. Despicable. Tav is so attracted to him it’s ludicrous. “I’ll win,” she snaps, “and then maybe I’ll take your soul instead. I’ll put it in a little jar and keep it with my other shiny baubles and all the things Scratch dug up. How’s that for a wager?”

“Riveting. Inexperienced, as far as eternal torment goes, but it’s a start,” the devil praises, pleased when Tav scowls at him. “Though, as delectable as your soul would be, it isn’t quite what I had in mind.”

“What, then?”

“Hmm…” He makes a show of drumming his fingers on the table in thought. Large, lithe, well-groomed; she likes his hands. Often wonders what other kinds of magic they can do. (Look away, Tav! This is serious!) “How about, if I win, you tell me exactly why you agreed to this game. Why you abandoned the safety of your companions and entered my den alone. Why you were so eager to say yes. And don’t think about lying, little mouse. I’ll know if you do.”

Well, shit. Letting him eat her soul didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. One does not simply inform a devil that they like him – especially not this devil. He will use that knowledge, that power, for naught but nefarious purposes, manipulating her much more than he already does. The worst part is, Tav knows she’ll enjoy it. You’re well and truly fucked, mate, as Karlach would say.

Stomach in her shoes, Tav plucks up all the courage and stupidity she has left. “And if I win? What do I get?”

“That’s up to you,” Raphael says. He clearly thinks he has the upper hand. He’s right, but damn him anyway.

Fine, then. In for a penny and all that. “If I win, I want a kiss.”

She’s surprised him, she can tell. She’s surprised herself, scarcely believing she actually said that, but it’s out there now, in the open, lingering like a bad stink. She’s basically already given him the answer he wanted, but Tav isn’t under the illusion he didn’t know beforehand. The power, you see, comes from getting her to admit it aloud.

“A…kiss,” he repeats slowly.

“Yes.” She sticks to her guns despite her racing heart, sweaty palms, impending sense of doom. “From you, obviously.”

He considers it for a long moment, statuesque, giving almost nothing away. Tav does her best not to squirm out of her seat, pretends to be as aloof and unaffected as he is, to questionable success. The satisfaction glittering in Raphael’s dark eyes makes her grind her teeth. He’s toying with his food, as he is wont to do. Stretching out this moment until she’s at her most uncomfortable. Pulling her nerves taut. The split second before they break, he responds.

“Acceptable. Shall we continue, then?”

“Let’s.”

Tav expects a massacre. Tries to mentally prepare for him to pull the rug from beneath her feet, decimate her pathetic attempts, and then string her up by her metaphorical toes and bleed her for every pathetic confession and admission she can give while he gorges on her emotional turmoil (and masochistic delight). That isn’t what happens. Instead, she wins – in about as loose as the term can be used, but still.

“My, my!” Raphael exclaims, faking every bit of awe as he beholds the board, the claiming of his king, the crumbling of his miniature marble empire. “It seems my devilish wits weren’t enough to stop the might of the Hero of Baldur’s Gate. I’ve been bested. A villain, defeated. Quite the fitting end for this little tale. Don’t you agree?”

Tav sits in stunned silence. Of course he let her do this. She’s not completely delusional (yet), but the implications for why are taking their sweet time sinking into her holey grey matter.

“Ah, but I suppose the Hero wants what she’s owed,” the devil continues, sweeping his arms in a grand gesture. “Let it never be said that I am not a man of my word. Come then, Tav. Claim your prize.”

For a moment, Tav doesn’t move. In some ways this is worse than if he won. Raphael waits, a smirk teasing its way onto his face. He’s challenging her. Daring her. Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly. She’s already here, and she might be stupid, but she’s not a coward. Her knees only tremble slightly as she stands, makes her way to him.

He gets up, too.

He’s not much taller than her, but Tav feels like she’s approaching a mountain. The coals that have been simmering in her belly all evening catch flame. This close, the smell of him is overwhelming: cherries, smoke, fire. The heat he gives off can’t be anything but Infernal, despite his human guise. Anticipation sets her jaw, her throat dry. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking as he slowly, slowly, leans forward, dark eyes fixed on her mouth. His breath is hot as it fans across her face. Tav’s lips part unconsciously, eyelids closing. He’s but a whisper away, the silk of his sinful mouth a phantom against her own…

He kisses her cheek. The left one, high on her cheek bone, and though he’s completely composed, she can hear the brief huff of amusement leave his nose as he pulls away.

“There you are,” he says, jovial, almost business-like as she gapes at him, humiliated, flabbergasted, furious. “One kiss, its nature wholly unspecified, delivered as promised. I always deal fairly.”

This fucker’s trying not to laugh. Tav can see the tell-tale twitch of his lips (lips whose imprint burns on her cheek, entirely not where she wanted thank you very much) and the gleam of delight in his eye. Oh yes, he’s had fun with her today.

“Is something wrong?” He asks her innocently when she does nothing but glare at him.

“No,” she grits out.

“Good,” he purrs, unable to stop the shit-eating grin from spreading across his face. “I’d hate to hear that you’re dissatisfied with your victory. I did my very best to acquiesce. As a little advice for the future, from one thrill-seeker to another: you might try being more specific with the terms of your wagers. After all, what’s that saying you mortals are so fond of? Ah, yes. The devil’s in the details. Keep that in mind for next time, hm? Ta-ta.”

A click of his fingers, a spark of hellish magic, and she’s standing in the middle of their rooms at the Elfsong tavern.

“Arsehole!”

From where he’s lounging on a sofa, Astarion lowers the book he’s reading enough to raise an eyebrow at Tav. “Who’s the arsehole, darling, and what have they done?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tav mutters. “Where’s Gale? I need to learn how to play lanceboard.”

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liiilwen · 3 days

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Elrond had a strange dream. In the dream, there were Maitimo and Elros, as well as Makalaurë, who wandered through many ages before finally returning to Valinor. Elrond was overjoyed, confident in his healing skills despite his foster father appearing broken and mentally unstable. As long as everyone was together, there were no obstacles they couldn't overcome. Makalaurë in the wheelchair suddenly seemed to recall something, his scattered gaze gradually focusing on the child before him.

"Elrond."

Elrond nodded eagerly, "It's me! Atar, do you remember me?"

"How could I forget you, my little star," Makalaurë said. "I have a secret to tell you."

Elrond longed to climb onto his foster father’s lap like he did as a child, resting his head in his embrace. Strangely, as the thought crossed his mind, his body slowly shrank until he resembled his six-year-old self. Makalaurë reached out to him, and Elrond immediately threw himself into the long-awaited, familiar embrace.

For a while, no one spoke; the poet's slender fingers gently stroked the child's head. Birds chirped cheerfully, and golden and silver light filtered through the branches, bathing them.

When was the last time I hugged Atar? Little Elrond wondered. It was the day Maitimo sent us away! Then everything happened too fast; Elros and I didn't have time to decide, and we lost so much forever.

But fortunately, they were all back now.

"What secret do you want to tell me?" Elrond asked, looking up.

"It's about the Second Music," Makalaurë said.

A strange sensation... The light seemed to change, and he felt his eyelids trembling slightly.

"The Second Music?"

"Yes. During my wanderings, I glimpsed fragments of it. It's beautiful and serene, just like the early days of Valinor, before everything. But there is no sorrow.

"We will reunite in a better place. Do you understand, my little star? One day, you will see that we are all waiting for you."

"Why don't we go together?" Elrond asked nervously, noticing that Makalaurë was still wearing the same robe they wore on the day they parted, with a string of jewels shining on his head.

Makalaurë held him close, tears streaming from his eyes.

Elrond heard many, many voices saying to him:

"Dear Elrond, see you in the Second Singing!"

#silmarillion #tolkien #maglor #elrond #eru!

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the-lil-spud · 11 hours

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Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part FIVE!

Well seems like Y/n is in the middle of two of the Vee's and there seems to be a bit of a competition going on here ...

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

“That unfortunate soul would be me” you smile nervously at him, watching as his screen glitched slightly. That was weird. His bored expression disappeared with the glitch and in its place was his usual charming smile.

“Ah Miss Y/n what a pleasure to see you! What was that you just said?” Velvette appeared at your side, wrapping an arm through yours you watched his screen glitch a little again.

“She’s mine now Voxxie” she smirked at the glitching demon.

“She’s WHAT?!”

“Vox don’t sound so hostile – me and Y/n here have just made a very lucrative deal together, you should be congratulating us” she flashed you a wink while Vox started stuttering.

“What? What Deal?”

“Oh, now that would be telling, wouldn’t it Y/n? After all, some things are just better kept between girls,” the double entendre was not lost on you as she carried on teasing Vox, squeezing your arm as she did. Amused at her behaviour you had to try and hide the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Cut the bullshit Vel!” His smooth voice deepened and started crackling with static – okay. Hot. His one blue eye started to warp into that weird mind control thing that Angel Dust had warned you about, quickly adverting your gaze to avoid eye contact you chose to watch the other sinners running around sorting out different jobs while ignoring the two Vee’s. No one was really batting an eyelid at this mini show down, must be a regular occurrence.

“Chill out Vox! All Y/n is going to do is show off some of my clothes and sing at my Catwalk next month to help boost her public image. That’s all. No need to get your wires all twisted babe,” leaning against you she smirked at the now bemused Demon.

“You sold your soul for some clothes?” Velvette twitched in what you assumed was agitation at Vox’s dismissal.

“Do I look like the kinda girl that would sell the only valuable thing I have for clothes? Uh no. I don’t give up my soul quite that easily, no matter how gorgeous the clothes might be” you tell Vox, feeling a little braver with Velvette at your side, who was currently giving him a victorious smirk. Why do you feel like you have entered some kind of pissing match?

“Yeah Vox, do you really think she would just give it up just like that”, closing your eyes in bewilderment you really start to question the deal that you have gotten into with Velvette.

“Of course not! No, our y/n is much to clever and classy to do that. She showed that the other day when she refused Valentino twice about a job”, and there was you thinking he might have forgotten that little bit of information. Giving Vox your attention his charismatic smile grew. “Ah, Val hasn’t stopped going on about it. You are really going to have to make it up to him, especially when he hears you’ve taken up a job with Vel and not him” he points a blue clawlike finger at you. Shit. Peeking down at Velvette for confirmation, she gives you a naughty smirk and a shrug. Well. She was a lot of help.

“I’m sure Mr Valentino will understand the difference of doing porn OR showing off designer clothes plus I’ll be using my singing talents for Velvette which is my forte. I can assure you that I would not do well as a porn star” you chuckle at the thought. Someone filming you when you are at one of your most vulnerable states was not a fun idea – plus the fact you knew you pulled weird faces at the best of times.

“Now I can’t actually take your word on that my dear”, he had taken a few steps forwards. Velvette’s arm was now anchoring you to the spot and you weren’t feeling quite as brave as you were before. Tilting your chin up to face him head on as he came to a stop in front of you, a blue finger twirled a piece of your hair around it. “In fact, I’d love to see you prove yourself wrong” his voice deepened again making your cheeks flush. Jeez what is with all the blushing and touching?

Clearing your throat, you try to move back but Vel wasn’t moving and kept you there. Throwing her a quick annoyed glance you look back into Vox’s eyes. His smile was creeping more towards a smirk at my movements. “I guess we will never know” keeping my voice steady even with my nerves.

“Hmm … never say never kiddo”. He murmurs, breath brushing a few hairs away from your face. Why was he getting so close.

As you go to say something else Velvette’s phone started ringing breaking you all out of this little spell you were in. Vox who looked a bit displeased at Vel stayed where he was, the small piece of your hair still wrapped around his fingers as he played with it, but Velvette moved away from us both answering her phone with a sharp tone.

“I feel a little felt out I will be honest”, at Vox’s soft voice you give him your full attention once more. Raising your eyebrows as a question as he pulled on the piece of hair. “I am the only one who hasn’t offered you a job yet, perhaps I should find something for you?” You weren’t expecting that. These Vee’s are full of surprises.

“I think my schedule might be full up at the moment what with my singing jobs and now Velvette and her catwalk” you chuckle lowly at his pout.

“Even if it was to be on one of my shows showcasing that lovely voice of yours?” Pretty sure you have lost your eyebrows in your hair.

“You are offering me a part on one of your shows to sing? You haven’t even heard me sing?” You ask dumbfounded. Tugging you closer by your hair he gives you a winning smile.

“Then sing me a song, songbird?” Blinking up at his screen you question your life. Was this real? Are you dreaming?

“Uh…” right that was intelligent wasn’t it y/n! At your stuttering he chuckled, letting go of your hair and instead running a finger down your cheek leaving little tingles in its wake.

“The offer will be there if you want it Y/n, now I’m sure it’s time for you to get yourself off home. You must be exhausted after the long day you’ve had, that last show you did looked tiring, but I did love your last song – you have such a soulful voice” he tapped your chin playfully.

“Wait what how did you kn-“

“Sweetheart, I own numerous cameras in Pentagram City so I know many things, you can trust me on that” he smirks down at you. His gaze flickered over your face before letting out a little sigh when a buzzing noise starts from his jacket pocket.

“Duty calls?” you joke, ready to take a step back but not before his hand suddenly reaches up and cradles the side of your face. You freeze in place. Pretty sure you look like a deer in headlights at the moment.

“Mhmm, I will be seeing you soon our little Songbird, get home safely” he squeezes your cheek softly before striding away, his phone to his ear.

That could have gone a lot worse. Giving yourself a good shake to get moving you look around and see Velvette still on her phone gesturing wildly. Now seems like a good time to escape before any other Vee’s appear. Picking up your purse, that had managed to slip back onto the chaise lounge during your short conversation with the Vee’s you wave to Velvette making your way to the elevator. Holding the phone away from her face she gives you a mischievous grin:

“Bye darling, see you tomorrow, kisses!” Blowing you a cheeky air kiss she carries on with her phone call, while her eyes stayed on you as you got in the elevator. Waving goodbye as the doors shut you let out a breath. Mindful of the small little threat that Vox had said about owning lots of the cameras you kept your expression blank the entire ride and all the way out of the building. Hailing another taxi you give them your address.

Trying to go through everything that happened tonight you completely miss the entire journey until the taxi driver snarled at you to get out. Rude.

Stumbling up the flight of stairs to your door you were in a bit of a daze. Catching sight of a few cameras in the corner of the hallway you huff. Letting yourself into your flat you slam the door behind you.

Where the fuck was that bottle of whiskey?

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kai-anderson-whore · 3 days

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Broken angel (jmp x fem reader smut)

Summary: you are James’s lover after the countess, but you feel like James holds love for his ex wife still but he shows you otherwise

Warnings: smut, jealousy, heavy kissing, cunnilingus, body worshipping kinda?, crying Lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 1,7k

A/n: this was meant to be part of kinktober but obviously I didn’t get to finish that

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From the very beginning you had that slight doubt in the back of your mind, did he still love her?, I'm a just a replacement?, will he go running back to the countess?. All the thoughts ran through your mind, you loved James, worshipped him like a loving partner but you didn't think he loved you that way.

You knew all about the long history between james and the countess how he would chase after her, begging for her back like a dog. You never really knew what he saw in you to make you his, you didn't think you were anywhere close to as beautiful the countess is. You just didn't understand.

Now laying on the bed of James room on the floor that never allowed anyone it was still the same from the 1930s, waiting him coming back from a dinner with the countess. You hated that he still did those you never knew what he would do, he tells you it's purely for the hotel but it was understandable why you were sceptical of it. The fear eating at you but there was nothing you could do but just sit and wait.

Another hour later James entered the room, dressed smartly as per usual, a grin on his face. You felt uneasy as to why he was all cheery tonight. "Ah, dearest how was your night?" he chimed pouring himself a glass of his fine whisky. "It was okay, how was your night with the countess?" You said with jealously laced in your words.

"Do I detect some jealousy in your voice dear?" James asked sipping on his whisky not really minding the bitter taste. Shaking your head trying to dismiss your blunt tone. "Dear I know you don't like the fact I have monthly dinners with my ex wife but it's purely for the hotel" James reassured taking a step closer the crystal glass with brown liquid still in his hand, but you still held that glint of doubt in your eyes.

With a heavy sigh you nodded "okay if you say so", James felt a pang of hurt hearing your words. "It's true dear the countess is ancient history." James placed the glass on whisky down with a furrow brow, stepping closer to you till he seated himself beside you on the bed. His cold fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"But you my dear are present and future You mean more to me than the countess ever has, I truly mean that" James voice soft and velvety sending shivers down your spine.

"You sure?" You asked looking into his eyes, they held nothing but love and admiration and a hint of hurt for the woman in front of him. His hand cupped your cheeks with thumb grazing your the tear that rolled down your cheek removing the salty liquid. "Don't cry dear I'm positive you are the most important thing in my existence" James whispers even with tears stained cheeks and red puffy eyes you still looked beautiful to James, like a broken angel right now.

You smiled leaning into his touch more, your hand atop of his. "You really mean that?" You asked with a voice above whisper. "Of course in fact I'm going to show you that you're the most dearest thing to me" James says with a soft smirk tugging on his pencil moustache lips. The cold air from his body gently pushed you into the bed so you were on your back, James straddles you looking down at your glassy eyes that leaked the tears.

"You truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" he whispers softly placing his ice cold lips over your tear stained cheeks kissing the salty tears away.

Your felt your heart swell with that simple action. James kissed your lips you could taste the salty tear that once rolled down your cheek on his lips but you didn't mind.

James kissed your lips with passion that made your worries disappear in a flash. Your warm, soft hand cupped his cold cheek as your velvet soft lips returned the kiss. James had you pinned between him and mattress his lips still on yours, every emotion that he felt he put into the kiss. His cold hand on your hip pulling you closer to him.

James's lips trailed from your lips to your neck effortlessly finding that spot to make you melt like putty in his ghostly cruel hands. A small sigh left your lips as his hands traced the curve of your body stopping just below your breast.

"James please" you whimpered he had you where he wanted you.

"Don't worry dearest I'll take care of you, I'll show you just how much you mean to me" his pencil moustache curled up. His lips back on yours his tongue danced with yours a small moan left your lips as James hand was on your stomach sliding down lower to the waistband of your panties.

The heat that raised from you and the ice cold touch of his hand was enough to make your mind clouded with desire and lust. Goosebumps raised from your flush soft skin. His other hand gripped your hip not to tightly just enough to make you shiver from the touch. James lips traveled down to your neck and collarbone peppering your skin with light kisses.

A small whine left your lips, you wanted his lips to travel further down your body, as if james read your mind his cold lips traveled lower down your frame with his hand caressing the right side of your body. "You're so beautiful dear" his voice was low and husky you felt a rush of wetness in your panties.

All that was heard in the room was the sounds of James's lips loving your body and the heavy breaths from you as you were filled with lust and anticipation. "James" you whimper again desperate for more, the dim light on the bedside table was the only thing that lit the room. You could smell the cigarettes and whisky on James.

James lips trailed down to your breast taking your hardened bud into his mouth swirling his tongue around sucking in it, his free hand massaging your other breast. Your mind clouded with lust and anticipation.

"James please" a soft whine left your lips once again making James smirk against your plump breast.

His kisses moved down to your stomach to the hem of your panties. his deep brown eyes looking up at you as if to ask for consent, you nod your head feeling the flimsy fabric being slowly dragging off the soft skin of your legs and on to the floor. Your knees were bent up on the bed and spread slightly, James then kissed up your legs softly biting on your plush thighs giving them attention. His cold hands would squeeze the outside of your thighs making you squirm beneath him.

"Your perfect y/n" he whispered taking in the sight before him. You couldn't help but blush at his words, your body was filled with anticipation as his lips traveled to your bare heat placing a kiss on your clit that made you let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

James tongue ran between your slick folds collecting your arousal then curling at your clit, a soft moan left your lips the coldness of his tongue pressed on your warm heat adding to the pleasure.

"You taste so sweet dear" he hummed against you. His tongue lapping along your folds giving you pleasure, your hands tugging on his pristine hair making it look disheveled. His tongue brought pleasure to your nub of nerves making you wriggle underneath him, your hips bucking up towards his skilful tongue.

James's hands held your hips down as he lapped at your eager heat. The room filled with your breathy moans and the sound of his mouth moving around you, the dim light was the only thing in the old fashioned luxury looking room that cancelled any darkness.

With your wriggling and squirming made your silk slip dress hike up to below your belly button exposing you more to James's hungry eyes. "Oh fuck James" you moaned as he inserted a finger into you feeling your velvety walls clench around him greedily.

His tongue never missing a beat focusing his attention to your swollen clit. As he thrusts his finger against her humming against your slick pussy earning sweet moans and praises from you. Your hands tug his hair your hips grind against his handsome face and finger before he added a second digit into your heat making you gasp.

His fingers pumped against your velvety walls feeling you clench around his cold fingers. Your body wriggling and squirming under him. You were under his spell his skilful tongue never missing a beat on your clit sending you into a lustful cloud. The room felt cold against your hot flustered skin whimpers and moans was all that came out your mouth along with praises.

James never missed a beat with this skilful tongue and fingers, your skin felt hot against the crisp white sheets, your head spinning with the pleasure you were receiving. You felt that familiar knot in the pit of your core forming. James knew you were close by the moans growing louder and your squirming his cold hand holding your warm body down by the hip his thumb caressing the soft flushed skin.

"I'm so close" you managed to let out, your breathing more heavy and short. “Just let go dear” James voice soft against your heat continuing his magic to send you over the edge. That feeling of blissful release drew closer and closer you were squirming but James held you down, your back arched off the mattress, thighs threatening to close around his head as the impact of your orgasm took over, your eyes rolled back your mouth slack open as a loud moan of euphoria was all that could be heard from miles away.

James pulled his fingers out but his mouth didn’t move away as he lapped at your sweet nectar till he was satisfied enough. Pulling away his moustache and chin glistening with your arousal, a cheeky grin on his pale face.

“You taste exquisite love” he hummed wiping the slickness from his mouth area.

You were panting from the intense orgasm, a soft smile on your lips. James climbed on top of you brushing your hair from your face looking into your eyes. “Believe me you’re the one I love, my angel”.

“I believe you James”

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hwanchaesong · 3 days

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Ephemeral (Second Chances) Preview

pairing: Jungwon X F!Reader

synopsis: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

"Red roses are good. Also, please add some white lillies and pink carnations into the roster, she'll love it." you rambled to the florist, but she merely gave you an understanding nod and proceeded to work with your request.

A yawn was heard from the corner of the shop and you suppressed the urge to punch the suspect of the offending sound, you chose the peaceful option of ignoring the person, continuing to mind your own business not until someone broke the silence that you've been enjoying.

"What's taking so long?" he asked, boredom lacing his tone, and that's when you whipped around to give him a warning look.

"Jungwon, picking the perfect flowers takes some time. If you want to go home, then go. No one's stopping you." you sassily replied, gracing him a tight lipped smile on the process.

It irked you even more when he rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you're sure is a snide remark towards you.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead and pondering of some ways to de-stress later. Surely, planning a proposal with your ex-boyfriend is something that you, a sane person, wouldn't do during your free time but here you are.

What was your brother even thinking, sending you with this jerk (which is conveniently his best friend), to help and prepare for the upcoming surprise for his girlfriend. Of course you'd love to do whatever you can for your dear sibling, but this is ruthless.. and plain torture.

Just before you go deeper within your thoughts, a handsome man holding a bouquet of your chosen flowers emerged from the back room. He beamed at you, his eyes crinkling adorably and his dimples poked through his cheeks.

"Hello there!" he greeted you with joy, polite but bright and it made you naturally smile as well. Like they say, happiness is a virus that can easily infect anyone.

"Yes, hello uhm.." you trailed off, looking at his name tag, "Soobin?"

"That's me." he giggled and dear lord, were you about to burst at his charming facade, "I'm the floral designer here and I wanna ask if you're okay with this presentation?" he raised an eyebrow, showing you the beautifully arranged bunch of flowers, wrapped in an abaca and tied with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, it's gorgeous! You're great at this." you exclaimed, making the tall man blush, getting shy at your compliment.

"Ah, not really. The flowers are doing most of the work here, which I'm guessing are your favorites?" he scratched the back of his head, gazing at you with a soft smile.

Jungwon on the other hand frowned, like, what the fuck is this exchange of flirting he's seeing?

Not. Fucking. Tolerable.

He stood up from where he was seated, slamming his hand on the counter, effectively startling the two people who were conversing which gave him immense satisfaction.

"That's good enough. We'll take that." he feigned a charming smile, allowing the dent on his cheeks to show as well.

That Soobin guy can go to hell, his height and deep voice (that were a stark contrast to his own traits) do not matter, he's not the only one with dimples here.

You were shocked, surprised, disturbed, all adjectives out there are not enough to describe the bombshell that Jungwon dropped, but you weren't gonna stand there and let him be rude. Right as you were about to tell him off and apologize to Soobin, he managed to leave an impact again.

This time, it's fatal for your poor, weak heart.

"And those aren't her favorites. It's a combination of lilac, purple peonies and white tulips, actually."

You craned your neck to look at him, realizing the small proximity you two are in. He's mere inches away from you. Too close that you're able to see his sharp side profile and inhale the scent that you've tried to desperately forget during the sleepless nights where all you've wanted was to be held by him.

You have forgotten about Soobin by now, the vow that you took, the walls that you've built, everything. The only thing that you care about as of the moment is that Jungwon remembers.

Jungwon still knows the flowers that you wanted for your own wedding.

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xzhdjsj · 24 hours

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By Your Side

Isaac x Reader

Isaac comforts you

Reader is on their period and is frustrated with work.

Anyone ever had cramps so damn bad it made you throw up? Cuz that was me last week and istg i was gonna die

Also this was supposed to be entirely fluff but idk what happened and now we have this😭 It all works out in the end though!

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It's been a day since then, and as you’d expected you feel no better. It'd take a miracle for that to happen anyways. Periods are horrible, it makes your mood sour and your body ache. Not to mention it's annoying and a hindrance to your work. That doesn't mean that Isaac lacks understanding and thinks it a hindrance too, quite the opposite actually. Isaac insists you don't lift a finger if you're not feeling well, and if you do, he's always close to keep an eye on you.

And there it is again, that discomfort in your lower abdomen and back, a tell-tale sign that your period was on its merry way to ruin your week. With a hand across your stomach, you quickly tapped your phone, checking the date. Who knew a month of cramp-free frolicking would be over that quickly. You mentally curse yourself for not keeping track again and head off to the bathroom.

Though, that doesn't always translate well in your mind.

You sat opposite him in his office, hovering over a document you've read at least 10 times but still can't seem to grasp. Each time you feel like you understood, you realise your mind had wondered off in the middle of it or you got distracted by the throbbing pain in your lower abdomen.

Isaac's gaze would find you every minute or so. He'd flip a page, then look up. Or he'd type a sentence and glace at you before continuing. It was his little system of ensuring you weren't struggling.

This time his eyes find you in a frantic state. You let out a deep sigh, flipping the page over to start reading from the top all over again. The frustration was evident, knitted in your eyebrows and the frown on your face. Your eyes were unfocused, and you kept shifting your body every few minutes.

"Are you okay?" Isaac broke the silence.

"What?" You look up at him confused by his sudden question, and a little annoyed your focus was once again broken.

"I asked if you were okay."

You rubbed the side of your neck and sigh.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." You dismiss him, returning to the words on the page in front of you. Adamant to get it right this time.

"Are you really? You look a tired Pickle." His voice knocks your focus again.

"I'm fine Isaac." You tell him again. this time sternly.

"Are you sur-"

Your fingers massage the bridge of your nose, and your patience runs thin.

"God Isaac, I said I'm fine! I'm perfectly capable of working right now! It's literally just a period, I'm not bed ridden or something!" The words pour from your lips before you could think them through and instantly, you regret it.

"Right, I'm sorry dear. I was just worried." He's a little surprised, had you looked at him while speaking you'd see the way his eyes reflected it.

To be honest, you’re a little surprised at yourself too, but all you could think of right now was how the FUCK do you respond to that? You open your mouth to say something, anything really, but when you finally looked over at him, he's already shifted his focus to the screen in front of him. There isn't a single thing you could think of to say to him anyways.

You bend your head again, looking at the page you deemed so important earlier. Now it was just insignificant, and part of the reason for your outburst.

'How foolish' you thought to yourself, getting upset at him for showing concern over a matter he had little experience with. And despite his inexperience, he was only trying to help. It wasn't like you got any work done in the 30? 45 minutes? an hour? you were sat here. That only meant that he was right, you were clearly having a difficult time and he was observant enough to had noticed it.

The regret crashes into your chest like a tsunami. You wondered how he was feeling right now. You were considerably rude, surely that would hurt him. What if that gave him the impression that he was annoying? Because he most certainly was not! What have you done?

The thoughts swirled around your head like a brewing storm, threatening to explode at any moment. It didn't help that various parts of your body were still in pain and the only sound in the room was papers being shuffled and the clicking sounds of his keyboard. The pain gnawed at your flesh and the silence burgeoned your thoughts. There’s a lump in your throat and you’re not quite sure if you need to throw up from the pain or cry your eyes out. It was only when a single teardrop dripped onto the page below you that you realised you didn't want to be in the room anymore. You swiftly lifted your body from the chair and Isaac looked over at you right away. You couldn't return the notion; the bubbling pot of shame and regret wouldn’t let you.

"I uh,” your voice cracked and you're still unsure of what to say. "Excuse me."

You quickly push past the desk, rushing out the door. You were able to hold yourself together in front of him, but once outside, your emotions came tumbling over. The tears flowed freely down your cheeks, and you ran up the stairs to your room.

You threw yourself onto the sheets, your face buried into a pillow as your body folded into itself like an armadillo. It hurts so much. Your body, your mind, it all hurts. You sobbed into the pillow, squeezing it tightly against your chest for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, there was a gentle knock on the door, then a soft call of your name as the door slowly swung open. You didn't hesitate, discarding the pillow quickly to sit up and voice your scrabbled thoughts.

"Isaac I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean to yell at you- I know you were just concerned and I should’ve listened to you when you said I could rest for today-"

He takes big steps towards the bed, immediately taking you in his arms.

"Shhhhh, calm down my love. It's okay."

You're gripping onto his shirt for dear life, sobbing into his chest but he doesn't care, he pulls you even closer engulfing you fully into his body. His arms were secure and protective around you as he whispered sweet nothings into your hair. His voice is so gentle and soothing, and when combined with his hand caressing up and down your back, your choked sobs were simmered down to deep breathing in no time.

"Are you feeling better?" He asks and you nod.

"I'm sorry I was so rude to you." You were barely able to murmur.

"Are you still worried about that? I won't lie, I was taken by surprise but only because this has never happened to me before. I know you aren't feeling your best today, so I understand why it happened." He explained, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead. "Now, are you in any pain?"

You sigh, "Yeah, I think my cramps are extra bad this time."

"Do you want me to get you something to eat? Maybe I could make you some tea and I'll get you some painkillers."

"No!" You suddenly move and the pain stabs you sharply in your side. "Ah shit!"

"Careful, Pickle" Isaac helps you, guiding your body down onto the bed. "I'll go get you those pills, hold on for me okay?"

"Isaac, can't you just stay? Please?"

"I'll be back before you know it, just stay here for a couple minutes. You’re very strong, I’m sure you can handle just that right?"

He disappears out the door, but as promised, returns after a few minutes.

"This is all I could find." He presented a single pill to you with a glass of water. "I'll need to make sure we get some more and find other alternatives to help you. I've read that heating pads are very common, so I ordered you one."

You take the pill from his hand, washing it down with some water.

"When did you do all that?"

"Just now, before I came up here."

"So, I yelled at you and you were researching and ordering a heating pad for me? Now, I feel even more awful!" You body falls back down onto the bed.

"Don't. It happens to the best of us, I'm well aware frustration isn't easy to handle." He casually spoke while getting into bed next to you. He reached for the blanket while you nuzzled closer to him, pulling it over your bodies.

“Am I disturbing your work?” You ask.

“No, it can wait.” He was quick to dismiss the idea of work. “I was thinking, what should I make you for dinner?”

He rubs circles in your back, from top to bottom. The warmth from his hands and the effects on the painkillers relaxed your body and made your eyelids heavy.

“You’re gonna cook for me?” You yawn.

“What? Is my cooking not good?” He teased playfully.

You giggle at his response. “Hmm of course not, I love your food. But I don’t know, hmmm how about mashed potatoes?”

“Just mashed potatoes?”

“Yeah, that’s all I want.”

“Sounds easy enough.” He kisses the top of your head. “You should get some rest now.”

“You’ll stay with me, right?” You yawn again.

“Of course my love, and when you open your eyes again, I promise I’ll still be here.”

His gentle hand against your back, and comforting scent made your body heavy and lulled you to sleep in no time. You dreamt of him, and when you woke up again, he was still there with you, eyes closed and mellow breathing as he slept.

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