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gagmewitha-spork · 1 year

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I Love You (Athenea del Castillo x reader)

Warnings: lil smoochy smoochy, lil angsty angsty, lil lovey lovey

Description: athenea and reader have been dating for a while but the distance is making things a little tense™️

Notes: requested. “reader and athenea are together but reader plays for Barcelona and no one knows they are together till there coming up against each other and after the game they find them kissing in the tunnel”

Word count: 3695

You and Athenea had been together for a few months at this point. Your relationship had built slowly, due to the distance between Madrid, where she played, and Barcelona, where you play, but after going away together for a few days after your euros journey had ended, you knew you needed to make it official. You had finally asked her to be your girlfriend while you had been visiting her in Madrid on a weekend off towards the end of pre season. She had said yes of course, but since then you had only managed to get a few spare days together.

You knew that it would happen, Madrid and Barcelona are close enough together to fool you into thinking it’d be easy, but far enough apart that it’s not actually that easy. The two of you had become well acquainted with the train that ran between the two cities, each taking it in turns to visit the other on the occasional day off you each had.

But with both of your teams playing in the champions league, plus extra midweek games that had been rescheduled from the start of the season, it had been just over two weeks now since either of you had found time to visit the other and you were struggling to see how your relationship would be able to develop if it was always going to be like this. The worst part was that you had decided to keep it a secret from your friends and teammates for the time being, just until you knew it was definitely going to last. But right now you were in a spiral of doubt and you found yourself with no one to talk to.

You and Athenea had ended your latest FaceTime call with an argument. You couldn’t even remember how it had started, but you knew it had ended with accusations that not enough effort was being put in. You hadn’t spoken since and now you were back on the train on your way to Madrid, only this time it wasn’t to visit your girlfriend, it was to play against her and her team in the El Clásico and you were sat staring out the window, silently dreading having to face Athenea.

“Are you ok?”, Keira asks you as she plonks herself down in the empty seat next to you. The two of you had grown fairly close since she joined the team over the summer, her Spanish was abysmal and your English was barely okay but you managed to make it work somehow.

“I’m okay”, you confirm to her, giving her a smile.

“Are you sure?”, she pushes, concerned by your silence over the last couple of days. You were usually very lively and bubbly, one of the loudest in the dressing room, along with the likes of Claudia and Patri, but something had happened that had made you seem down.

Keira wasn’t the only one who had noticed, a few of the other girls had also asked if you were okay, if there was something going on that was making you down, but you had continually shut down their concerns, claiming you were just tired or nervous about the game. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but your nerves weren’t really due to the game, more so what you were going to do and say and feel when you saw Athenea again.

“I’m just tired”, you tell her.

She doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t push any further, instead striking up an easy conversation that makes you instantly feel better. She was good at that, and you again found yourself appreciating that she had moved to your club.

Soon enough you arrived in Madrid and the team all made their way to the bus, which in turn took you to your hotel. Once in your room, which you were sharing with Mariona, your usual away game roommate, you got ready for bed and climbed under the covers, as it was already pretty late. Before sleeping though, you spend a good 45 minutes staring at Athenea’s contact in your phone, as well as drafting several different messages to send before finally giving up and choosing to just go to sleep instead.

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The following day while down at lunch, you’re pleased to see the injured members of your team, including Alexia, had shown up to support the team and you feel your nerves settle a little as Alexia places her hand on your shoulder. Coming up through La Masia, you looked up to the older Catalan woman greatly. She had taken you under her wing as a midfielder when you had started training, and subsequently signing for and playing with the senior team as a professional.

There had been multiple occasions in the last few weeks in particular where you had almost come clean to her about your relationship with the Real Madrid player, but you had continuously chickened out at the last second, scared about what she might think, even if deep down you know she wouldn’t care about that kind of thing, so long as you were happy.

The day passed quickly, spending most of it hanging out at the hotel, going for a team walk and then finally having a last minute meeting about tactics and line-ups, before getting onto the bus and heading to the stadium.

The closer the bus inched to the stadium the more your nerves built, your palms were sweating and a deep feeling of dread filled your chest. You hated it, how were you allowing one stupid argument make you feel this way. Never in your life had you felt anything but excitement in the lead up to a game. Of course you had felt nerves about big games before, but nothing so sickening as this.

Your knee was bouncing up and down and your fingers picked at the skin around your nails, you had music playing through your earphones but you wouldn’t be able to say what you were listening to, because you weren’t really paying attention. The bus rounds the final corner and the stadium comes into view. A chill shoot’s up your spine and a sudden pain radiates from your thumb, you look down and see it bleeding, having picked away at the skin so much that it had finally broken.

“What’s up with you?”, a muffled voice says as a hand is placed in your knee, stopping it from bouncing quite so erratically. You look at the hand and see the ‘11’ tattoo staring back at you, letting you know who it was immediately.

“Nothing”, you reply, probably a little too quickly, while pulling the earphone from your ears.

“Liar”, Alexia states, “you don’t have to tell me, I won’t force you, but you know you can tell me anything”, the look she gives you, along with her words, almost sends you to tears right there, “whatever it is”, she continues when you don’t immediately start spilling everything to her, “all you need to focus on right now is you, the ball, and the team”, she squeezes your leg gently, “lose yourself in it, just like always, and you’ll play amazing, and whatever has you on edge, we can deal with it after, together, if you want”, her worlds have tears pricking your eyes and you throw yourself into her arms, “you never have to deal with anything alone okay?”, she says quietly into your ear as she holds you in her embrace.

“I know”, you reply, and pull back, almost ready to tell her everything, until you notice the bus has pulled to a stop and everyone is preparing to head into the stadium.

“Come on”, she says, then follows behind everyone.

You feel better already, Alexia is right, all you need to think about right now is the game. You put your earphones back in your ears and head after everyone else. You feel relaxed, the usual excitement about playing in such a hyped up game driving you as you as you head out to check out the pitch.

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You spend a little more than five minutes out checking the pitch before deciding to head back in to change before warmups. You still have music playing gently into your ears, keeping your mind in the zone and away from thinking of any personal problems you might currently have going on. This however means that you don’t hear your name being called from behind you towards the entrance to the home dressing room.

Athenea had emerged, along with a few of the other Real players, just as you had walked past, your head down, music playing in your ears. She told her teammates to head out to the pitch without her, saying she’d catch up, then jogged after you, calling your name.

“Y/n!”, she called as she caught up with you. You didn’t respond, so she placed her hand on your shoulder to stop you. You stopped and turned, pulling your earphones out of your ears as you did so. Your face immediately fell as your eyes met hers and she dropped her hand from your shoulder as she sensed your sudden shift in mood upon seeing her.

“What do you want Athenea?”, you asked, your voice bitter as all of her accusatory words from your last FaceTime call came flooding back to your mind.

“I just”, she started, seemingly thrown by your cold demeanour, “I just wanted to talk”, she stuttered out, “I mean, I think we should talk”.

“About what exactly?”, you replied.

“About us”, she tells you like it’s obvious, your coldness was starting to irritate her, “don’t you think we should?”, she questioned.

“I don’t think now is really the time”, you say and attempt to turn and head towards the door to your dressing room again.

“Y/n!”, she called again, and grabbed your hand before you could get too far from her, “please”, her tone was begging, and the sorrow in her eyes made your heart clench. You loved her, not that you had told her yet.

“After the game, okay?”, your tone was soft now. You gave her hand a squeeze and your lips twitched into a gentle smile when a flash of hope glazed over her eyes.

“After”, she nodded, before letting you go, she lent in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, causing a gentle heat to crawl its way up your neck. With one last smile you parted ways and entered the dressing room.

Back in the corridor, Alexia stood a few metres up from the doorway you had just entered, having heard everything. It certainly explained your mood over the last few days. And she had finally figured out where you had been disappearing off to on your days off. She had suspected some kind of girl was the reason for your lack of time to hang out with her and your other friends as much recently.

She watched as Athenea paused, watching you disappear through the door and smiling to herself as she turned to leave, but the looming figure of your captain at the end of the hallway stopped her in her tracks, her eyes widening as they locked with Alexia’s. The older midfielder gave her a quick wink, which in turn caused a blush to creep its way up Athenea’s cheeks this time, and she scurried off and out onto the pitch where she joined with her teammates.

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The game went well, for your side at least. It was rough, as the El Clásico always was, but you were known for being a very level headed player and you had managed to keep your cool throughout, even getting a couple of assists to your name.

Athenea had not managed to keep her cool quite so well, she had clashed pretty harshly with Frido, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed watching it. You could tell she was frustrated, she’d no doubt rant to you for hours afterwards like you weren’t part of the team who had just beaten hers. So long as you made up that is.

You had just finished up your on pitch celebrations, having thanked as many Barca supporters and signed as many shirts as possible. You now made your way back to the changing room, your arm slung around Claudia’s shoulders, laughing along to something she had said.

Athenea had already showered and changed, she felt bad for not staying and thanking many of the fans for coming along, but she was tired and miserable after the loss and as much as she loved to see you happy, watching you celebrate obliterating her team hurt a little too much in the moment. She waited now, leaning against the wall near your changing room, staring the door down like it was her worst enemy. You were so preoccupied with your teammates you hadn’t seen her as you entered the room, so she decided to wait to try and catch you as you left instead.

“You want me to get her?”, a voice next to her causes the young player to nearly jump out of her skin, her heart sent thumping at the shock.

“Um…”, Athenea mumbles, he heart only calming a little as she again finds herself making eye contact with your captain.

“Don’t look so terrified”, Alexia laughed lightly at the expression on your girlfriend’s face, “wait here, I’ll send her out”, she said before entering the door Athenea had been watching like a hawk.

It didn’t take long for you to emerge from the door, pulling your travel top over your head as you did. Your girlfriends eyes scanned over your torso before it disappeared beneath the top and she took a deep breath to steady herself and draw her mind back to the conversation the two of you needed to have.

“You played really well today”, you say to her, trying to ease some of the tension you could feel in the air.

“I didn’t, but thanks”, Athenea replied. The two of you walked a little ways down the corridor, away from the busy area around the dressing rooms and towards somewhere where you could have a little more privacy to talk.

The Real Madrid player leant back against the wall, her eyes trained on the ground in front of her. You watched her, arms folded over your chest, and leant back against the wall opposite where she stood. You waited for her to start, you no longer felt the anger you had when you had seen her before the game. You can tell she’s thinking hard, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted to say, and you let her think instead of pushing her to get on with it.

She looks tired, and not just from playing a full ninety minutes, like she hadn’t slept properly for a few days, it comforted you that she must have been just as effected as you were by your argument, gave you hope that she cared for you as much as you did for her.

“I think I love you”, of all the ways you thought she’d start, that was not it, and you arms dropped from where they had lay crossed over your chest at the shock of it, “I miss you so much when you’re not here, I miss you the second we say bye and I hate not being able to see you every day”, she still hadn’t looked up from the ground but you could tell from the tremble in her voice that she was on the verge of tears.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to say it back yet”, she tells you when you don’t reply. To be honest you were still too shocked to think of what to say, “but I just thought I should tell you, because I didn’t mean anything I said the other day, all I wanted to say was that I loved you, but everything that came out was the opposite and I don’t know why”, she explains further, she’s finally looking at you know, her eyes racing as they flick over your features, trying to read your thoughts as she spills her heart to you, “I think I maybe just let all the pressure get to me, about the game and all the stuff with the national team, and missing you, and I took it all out in you and I’m really sorry”, a single tear flies down her face and you can feel your own gathering on the rim of your eyes, “please say something”, she whispers after a few seconds of silence, her voice breaking.

You open your mouth to say something, but your mind is a jumble of thoughts, the words she had just spoken bouncing off the walls of your head. Instead you just stepped forward, your fingers wiping at the tears that now flowed freely down her cheeks.

“I think I love you too”, you whispered and her eyes lit up at your admission, “how about we agree to just tell each other how we’re feeling in the future?”, you suggest, smiling down at your girlfriend as her hands came to rest on your hips.

“I think that’s a good idea”, she agrees as your back hits the wall, “right now I feel like I want to kiss you”.

“I feel like you should”, you reply, and before you can take a breath her lips are on yours. Your hands move from where they had been cupping her jaw around to the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair to hold her against you.

Her fingers in turn dug into your hips, both holding you firm against the wall and pulling you flush against her body at the same time. Your lips glide easily over one others and you sigh into it as you acknowledge just how much you had missed this.

Athenea’s tongue teases at you bottom lip as her hand just barely lifts your top, giving her fingertips access to your bare skin and her hand slips easily around your back as she pulls you impossibly closer to her.

One of your hands stays buried in the hair on the back of her head as the other slides down and comes to rest on her waist.

You’re about to part your lips and give her access to your mouth when a whistle pulls you out of your world and back into the real one. One where you realise exactly where you are. You don’t look up at whoever it is who’s caught you, instead burying your face into Athenea’s neck. She does the same to you and you can feel air brushing your neck as she attempts to catch her breath.

“You know there are better places to get it on that the literal corridor right?”, you instantly recognise the voice, and the fact that it’s in English, as Keira, and finally peek your gaze over your girlfriends shoulder to look towards her. She’s not alone. In fact, it seems half the squad has decided to come and interrupt your little rendezvous in the hallway. You sigh.

“What should I do?”, Athenea questions into your ear, quiet enough that you’re sure you’re the only one who heard the question.

You don’t reply, instead pushing her gently away from you, and pushing yourself off the wall. She stays facing away from your teammates, instead choosing to place her forehead against the wall as she sighs to herself.

You clear your throat, “I umm..”, you start, not really knowing what you’re supposed to say in this kind of situation. Your hand rubs at the back of your neck nervously.

“Is this why you haven’t been hanging out with us much recently?”, Claudia questions you from where she stood beside Keira.

Her question starts a cacophony of questions similar to that, ranging from asking how long it had been going on, why you hadn’t told anyone, to if it had anything to do with your dull mood recently. Your hand rubs over your face as you sigh yet again. You found yourself wishing you had just told your teammates about your relationship when you had had the chance.

“How about you let me shower and maybe I’ll answer some of your questions after”, you suggest, trying to find any way to give yourself some time to think about what answers you would give them.

“You do look like you need a cold shower”, Mapi snickers, causing a few of the others to agree.

“Alright alright”, you hear the voice of your saviour ring out over everyone else, “we’ll have plenty of time to ask questions later, for now let’s just finish getting ready to leave and give the two of them a second alone”, Alexia finishes, ushering your teammates, and a few of the Real players too, back off to the dressing rooms. Before she heads off herself she turns back to you, “you have five minutes”, she sends you a final wink before following after everyone else.

You release a long breath and look towards your girlfriend. Before either if you can say anything you both burst out into laughter.

“We should probably head back”, you say as you both calm down, “before they think we’re back here hooking up or something”.

“Do you have to go back to Barcelona tonight?”, Athenea asks, reaching forward to grab your hands in hers.

You smile, pulling her closer into you once more, “no”, you say quietly into her ear, placing a kiss on her neck before quickly pulling away before she could enjoy it too much, “I’ll come round once I’ve fought off my teammates questions”, you were not looking forward to how many questions you were about to have to answer. You were also pretty sure you’d have to bribe Mariona into not telling everyone you weren’t spending the night at the hotel, but that would be a problem for later.

“I’ll see you later then”, Athenea smiles, “I love you”, she says pulling you back for one last kiss before you go.

“I love you too”, you say back.

#Athenea del Castillo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #athenea del castillo imagine

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foggvpale · 2 years

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Pre show nerves (smut)

Eddie x female reader

Eddie is nervous before performing with his band to a big crowd at the hideout for the first time and you help (18+)

It was another Friday night and Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin had been promoted from just playing the Hideout on Tuesday nights to Friday nights, the bars busiest night of the week. He wasn’t old enough to drink or hang out at the venue, but they’d been playing it for a while, and he was over the moon to finally be playing to more than a couple drunks midweek.

You never saw Eddie get nervous, or shy, for that matter. Eddie revelled in being the outgoing and loud character everyone just secretly wanted to shut up. But the whole afternoon previous to their gig he had been acting funny. Almost as if he was trying to hide something and you weren’t sure exactly what. But you knew deep down it was probably just Eddie attempting to ‘man up’ and not show an ounce of inferior emotion in front of you. It was just you two in his trailer as you were shortly meant to go and meet up with his band mates to then drive to the Hide out for them to set their instruments up, but Eddie had either been pacing back and forth in just his boxers or out on the steps smoking. You watched his haphazard actions from the couch, slowly sipping on a beer from eddies fridge. You figured you would need your nerves calming as much as Eddie did if this was how the night was going to go.

“Eds, please, for the sake of my stomach, please stop pacing and sit down. You’re making me feel sick” you joked, hoping the light hearted joke would make him cease his marathon he was currently completing in his trailer.

“I don’t think I can do it, Y/N. I can’t do it. Jeff said there’s gonna be like, at least 25 people there since it’s a Friday! That’s ridiculous. Jesus H. Christ” Eddie shouted, kicking one of the bottom kitchen cabinets in. You immediately jumped up from the couch and paced across the trailer to him, knowing no matter how angry or anxious he was about something, you would always calm him down. Once you reached his spot in the kitchen area, you cautiously wrapped your arms around him, hands connecting in the front. The soft but striking details of his chest under your forearms. You felt him relax into your grip almost immediately, and a sigh of relief leave his plump lips.

“I love you, I’m sorry. I’m so stressed I don’t want to mess this up, you know. This could be a big start for us” Eddie skulked, turning in your grip to now face you. He was slightly scared you were going to shout at him for unnecessarily kicking the kitchen cabinet.

“I know, I know. But you don’t even need to worry. What do I tell you every time after you perform? How amazing you were. And you can see that from the people that come to watch you. You don’t need to stress. Plus, I have enjoyed watching you pace around the trailer in your boxers for the last hour” you teased, the corners of his mouth shooting up from a frown into a grin.

“Oh really? You should’ve left me to keep pacing then” he replied, reaching down to press his lips to yours. His arms that were previously wrapped loosely around your shoulders snaked down to your hips and his large hands rested on your ass, grabbing at it lightly. In response you moved your connected hands from around his back and up to his neck, your left hand wrapping around to grab at the little curls on the back of his neck. He loved when you did this as he loved his whole neck being touched, confirmed by the little moan that slipped against your lips from him. You giggled and pulled back from his lips, only to be met by Eddies hungry eyes shining down at you. This shifted the energy in the room and certainly in your stomach as you too were now hungry for him.

Eddies hands slid down from your ass to your thighs and tapped, knowing this meant to jump and so you did, Eddies strong hands grabbing you and lifting you onto the counter, leaning back against the cupboard. Now you were at his height he could face you properly, and his lips attached straight back onto yours, desperate for your touch. Your hands continued back up onto his neck, settling into the curls once again, pulling slightly just to hear another groan come from Eddie’s mouth. God it set a fire alight in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck I want you so bad. Bet you’d let me take you right here on the kitchen counter like the little slut you are huh?” Eddie rumbled, making his way down your neck, sucking just under your ear lobe. You loved how quickly his mood could change and he could become dominant and possessive.

“Yeah, Daddy take me on the counter” you replied, spreading your legs for him to come even closer to you. He slinked further into you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, so you were flush to his waist. His hands grasped both sides of your face and smashed his lips against yours once again, a mess of teeth and lips as he attempted to overpower you. Running your hands through the curly mess of hair on Eddies head, you felt him grow hard and angry against your centre, the thin cotton of his boxers not doing much to hide it. The mere thought of his thick and warm cock in your mouth made you soaked, and if you weren’t trapped against the cabinet door and Eddie chest, you would have sunk to your knees right there. But he had something different planned.

Eddie trailed down your neck and chest with wet sloppy kisses, nibling every other one, sure to leave a few bruises for you to find later, until he reached the bottom of your crop top and pulled it up and over your head, revealing your naked chest.

“No bra? You’re so naughty” he teased, smirking at you. His eyes had lit up like a schoolboy when he was met with you boobs and you loved it.

“It’s too hot in this trailer to wear bras Ed” you shot back.

He smirked in response, continuing his attack of kisses down to your stomach and belly button. Eddie loved your belly button as he thought it was cute and weird since it was an innie but not a normal innie according to him. He nipped another hickey just below your belly button on a particularly sensitive area, your hips bucking as he sunk the tips of your teeth into your fragile skin. You loved the pain and in a moment like this you craved more of it. His kisses stopped short of the band of your underwear and his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips and his eyes racked up and down your body. His brown puppy dog eyes melting you through and through. You weren’t sure you could ever be angry at those damn eyes. You were pulled from your thoughts by a rough tug to the edge of the counter, Eddie had dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor and had adjusted you to be closer to his face, for his next attack on you. His hands slid into the sides of your tracksuit bottoms and tapped at your bum, signalling you to lift up so he could slide them completely off of you. In seconds you were adorned in just your black lace thong and fully exposed to the damp air of the trailer. Eddies lips connected over the top of your underwear, mouthing kisses over your already soaking slit, the slight contact he had given you sending jolts of electricity through your body, causing you to throw your head back against the cupboard and arch your back into his touch.

“Baby girl so desperate for Daddy’s touch already? So wet for me. What am I gonna do with you?” Eddie spoke, eyes focused on your needy expression as his fingers started to pull at the strappy sides of your underwear. You lifted yourself off the counter slightly to allow him to pull them off, as he then threw them into the collecting pile of clothes. You could smell his sweat trickling up your nose and it only added to the pit in your stomach that yearned for him. Eddie sunk to his knees on the floor of the trailer with a softened thud and his puffy lips attached straight onto your clit, the rush that was sent through your body jolted through every limb and had you feeling electric. Eddies brown puppy eyes stared up at you from between your thighs, his harsh grasp on your thighs hadn’t even hit you due to the amount of adrenaline coursing through your system; his large mass of silver rings cutting deep into your skin and pre-empting bruises. He flicked the tip of his tongue repeatedly over your clit, one of his hands now reaching down from your thigh to find your warm and already soaking entrance, sliding in easily.

“Fuck, Eddie, that’s so good” you moaned into the thick air of the trailer. Your skin was already sticky from the humid air, and it was only getting worse. But you didn’t really mind. He added a second finger into your entrance and curled them up, attempting to hit that spot that would curl your toes and send your vision black. Your hips moved back and forth over his mouth, craving more and more friction from Eddie’s mouth, you wanted him and all of him in that very second.

“Eddie I need you now. I think I’m actually gonna collapse in on myself otherwise” you half moaned half demanded, hands grasping at the top of his hair to pull him up to your face. His movements only became more focused and rushed, his fingers arching slightly more and his tongue speeding up on your clit. You let out a string of profanities in return to his action and threw your head back once again. You knew what he was doing, and you loved it. You loved him.

“I’m not letting you cum just once tonight princess, what kind of rock n roll boyfriend would I be then. Huh?” Eddie spoke, mouth retracting from your clit for merely a second. His fingers finally reached that spot he had been hunting for and you did indeed start to see stars as he curled his fingers viciously at that one spot until he had you releasing on his fingers, your hands curled tightly in his mop of hair. You hadn’t realised just how hard you had pulled at it but Eddie loved it a but more than he was willing to admit. Once you had caught your breath and composure, you reached down to palm him through his boxers, letting him know you wanted to return the favour for him, but was met with his hand flying to meet at your wrist, throwing it back and pinning your arm against the kitchen cabinet.

“I just want to fuck you like the little whore you are” Eddie breathed against your lips, so close to yours yet he felt so far away. You leaned forward to close the gap between you and was met with his free hand round your neck, applying firm pressure to the sides of your neck just the way you liked. If you had enough air in your lungs to moan you would have. The hand that wasn’t around your neck released your pinned hand from the kitchen cabinet and hastily pulled his boxers down, kicking them the rest of the way off and across the floor. You hadn’t worried so much about using condoms since you two had been together due to you being on the pill and simply prayed that was enough, so Eddie grabbed the end of his cock and slid himself across your clit, sending shivers down your legs in anticipation. He loved teasing you and watching you squirm under his touch. Eddie was a big softie most of the time but he had his sadistic side, a side you hadn’t yet seen the full extent of but slipped out occasionally.

He pushed his tip in softly, one hand still around your neck and the other flying up to hold himself up against the cupboard steadying himself. Then pushing himself in to the hilt, both of you spewing moans out into the air at the feeling of Eddie stretching you out.

“Fuck. I always forget how good you feel around my cock baby. So good. Make daddy feel so good” Eddie moaned, his forehead resting against your own, as he pulled out half way and pushed himself back in, letting you adjust whilst still pleasuring the both of you. “Can’t get enough of your little shore pussy baby”. His words only spurred you on, your hands reaching round to his back to scrape at him. You loved marking him up and Eddie loved the pain, but also being reminded about how good he fucked you for days afterwards.

Eddie continued his assault on your pussy, settling in a fast but deep pace and he had you sitting on the counter in such an angle he was hitting your spot perfectly.

“Daddys cock makes me feel so good, so good baby. I love it. I love you” you all but screamed, as much as you could muster as he tightened his grip on your throat. The lack of oxygen was causing a heightened feeling across your limbs, and you felt incredible, and you never wanted him to stop. Eddie attached his lips forcefully onto yours, removing any oxygen you were getting, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip asking for access, as you managed to prise your lips apart and allow him in, his tongue instantly moving against yours. His grip loosened slightly against your neck, allowing you some breath as he hiked your leg higher on his hip, desperate to get you to make a mess over his cock.

“Fuck Eddie that’s it! That’s it. Don’t stop, please, please” you screamed, this new angle hitting deeper inside of you then you knew was possible. You loved feeling him so deep within you.

“Daddy gonna make you come princess, all over my cock yeah? Princess gonna make a pretty little mess for me. C’mon then show daddy how good he’s making you feel. Cum on my cock princess” Eddie encouraged; his hands boring so deep into the skin of your hips you feared you would be left with deep bruises after this. You could feel your high coming closer with every word he spoke, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his hands starting to loosen on your hips, his own orgasm edging closer.

“Yeah I’m almost there, so good baby, making me feel so goo-“ and with your last word Eddie thrust you over the edge and your orgasm washed over you, toes curling tight against his back and your head thrown back against the cabinet, sure to leave a headache at some point in the next few hours. As your pussy tightened around Eddies cock his own orgasm was spurred on, his shoulders slouched and with a loud ‘fuck’ as he spilled inside of you, continuing to thrust slowly to let you both ride out your own highs.

Once you were both spend Eddie stood between your legs, head slouched against your shoulder as you trailer your fingers up his back comfortingly. He eventually removed himself from you, met by a flow of his seed down your thighs but that was a problem for in a minute when Eddie would run and get you a wet cloth to clean up with.

“Think you’ll be less nervous tonight now?” you prodded, lips turning up into a grin at him.

“Think I’ll just be horny now, wanting to do all that over again after the show” Eddie smirked, a giggle erupting from you as you watched him run naked to the bathroom to get you something to clean up with.

You figured horny was better than nervous.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #smut #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie Munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x female reader smut #Eddie Munson imagine #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #Joseph Quinn x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you

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electricbluebutterflies · 2 years

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better words

Post-s1 Marc/Layla, PG-ish, also on ao3.

prompt: things you said that I wouldn’t understand (thank you @apple-grass-and-smiles)

Layla gets her first scar from avatar duty a few months in.

She’s in Berlin and she really isn’t doing anything when that delighted voice in her head asks if she can spare a few hours, and… Layla is still learning how this recurrent and decidedly voluntary arrangement works, but what she does know by now is that she’s having a different experience than her husband ever did. She is fully present in her body, the voice in her head is more cheerleader than tyrant, and she completes the protective task smoothly and without any unnecessary showing-off.

Oh, and turns out she’s not exactly bullet-proof when she’s in avatar mode. Or knife-proof, as the case may be.

A scratch on her arm where the scarab outfit leaves a little skin exposed isn’t the worst thing in the world – honestly that kind of injury is a normal enough midweek evening for her, which is a whole other tangle of personal baggage she’d like to avoid – but it’s vivid confirmation that this situation she’s gotten herself into is different. Confirmation that she is not a cosmic chewtoy, that this is all every bit as safe as she never thought it could be. Past experiences being what they are, there’s still hesitance, but Layla is more than capable of making her own choices and-

It's two days later, when she’s back home, that she stops being able to avoid dealing with the weirdness of it all.

“What happened?”

She pauses in the middle of changing shirts, for a moment unsure what the problem even is before she remembers the bandage on her shoulder. “I’m fine,” she says too quickly, the practiced tone of a woman who’s had to be fine for about the past decade because she went and married the first disaster she met who could easily out-crazy her own life and-

“Layla-“

“Fine,” she repeats. “Pretty sure it was a pocketknife and it didn’t go deep and-“

The problem with the current state of her life, she thinks sometimes, is that now she has multiple people worrying about her at all times, and it was weird enough when there was just one but now she has to deal with the protective paranoia of both known inhabitants of that body and that drifts all too easily towards overkill. At least Marc is the active presence right now – she can only imagine what’s going on in his mind right now – but that might make the situation worse if he doesn’t let this go and-

“Thought you said this was an easy job.”

“It was,” and she might as well get this over with and escalate what she knows damn well will be a conversation neither of them actually wants. “So was the detour. This isn’t the worst thing-“

“Detour?”

“Taweret saw an opportunity and…”

Well, now Layla knows what it must be like to deal with herself. Marc’s face cycles through a few emotions before settling on what-the-actual-fuck, and maybe there was a moment within the past few months when she should’ve tried explaining that her cosmic involvement has evolved beyond the one-off deal it started as but turns out she can keep secrets too and at least hers are a hell of a lot less likely to ruin all of their lives unlike some people and-

“Shit.”

“She asked permission. It wasn’t…”

It wasn’t like every time that sadistic immortal vulture wanted to make a point, Layla is half-tempted to say but doesn’t. It’s different, and she hasn’t been able to pin down more than that yet but it’s powerful and good and she doesn’t hate it and-

“I thought this was over.”

“It is over. I’m in control. It doesn’t feel like what you told me at all.”

“Layla-“

“You don’t get to tell me to make better life choices,” she hisses. “If you don’t want to know, fine.”

“You can get hurt. You will get hurt.”

“You have seen me take worse before.” Layla gestures to her exposed skin, the marks on her torso alone enough to document what she has chosen to do with her life and how thoroughly she has lived. “I carry that for both of us. Tell me how this is any different.”

“Is this the first…”

“Third time I’ve given her a few hours of my life. First time anything even got close enough to hurt me. Better than you ever did.”

Not that any of those wounds ever stuck, Layla reminds herself – a girl can only watch her partner survive fatal wounds so many times before she loses count – but still. This is different. Eventually she’ll have better words but for now that’s where she is.

“We can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.”

There is so much uncertainty – there is always so much uncertainty, the more things change the more they stay the same and oh she hates that sometimes – but she’s at least at that point. This particular era of her life, this mutually beneficial relationship with a goddess who does not follow the rules Layla thought applied to that world, will not be the end of her. She won’t let it.

“If something happens…”

“Whatever you want to say can’t be worse than what I did,” Layla murmurs. “This isn’t… this is new. Try to let it be new with me.”

It won’t be that easy. Trauma never fades as fast as anyone wants it to. But if she has time, if there is any patience…

“We worry.”

“I know. It’s cute.”

#marc x layla #layla x marc #moonscarab #ebf writes fic

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mummybearmusing · 2 years

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Legal Letter Three = Mediation Attempt Two

So..I got a letter through.

His legal team have requested we attempt mediation once more as we were very close to a mutual shared care agreement, I told him before he took our son on holiday that I have agreed I will do this.

I had a talk with my mum about the letter contents, she is always the best voice of reason and one of the people I trust unconditionally

She agreed it is worth a go

I emailed my legal team to confirm this, I have sent two further emails, and I have made two calls (both un-returned and no email responded to as yet) so it meant that I still spoke to Cafcass in case we DO need to proceed to court.

I have spoke to the IDVA and I have spoke to our son’s school, they have all wished me luck with it all and confirmed the changes I am requesting are neither big/drastic, unrealistic or unfair

To clarify one final time:

THIS is what he has already agreed

2 pickups midweek plus my fri when it is my weekend

2 overnights his weekend

supervision going to be removed completely

I am going to be asking him in mediation to agree:

when it his weekend to have an additional midweek dinner with George (like the alternate Tues at 3 til Thurs at 6 he gave me in preschool)

our order to state once again child lives with father and mother

that special occasions continue to be spent as a family

flexibility when it comes to others birthdays/time taken time returned that same week or the one after..whichever works best with his shift pattern

will confirm i am still willing to work around his shift patterns as much as possible as I don’t want to take any time from him, will also confirm that I wish to drop him at 7, but if he is on an early and wishes to pick him up from here then I am fine with that as well

will confirm I want us to continue to be united in school occasions too.

that he loves wants and needs us both, and he deserves to be with us both as much as he can

I think 3 mid day tea times and two overnights a week is close enough to 50/50 without many adjustments needed.

And the only thing I meant by 50/50 is us raising him together. /

Shared care is that, us taking care of him separately, we didn’t work out as a couple but we’re always going to be his parents, so the less animosity and hostility the better

If I can get mediator to see I am being fair, I am being child focussed and I am sure of what I want nor unreasonable with my demands then hoping we can crack it enough to get it down on paper, so our solicitors can come with us to court and our order is updated there and then via a consent order.. never to return to court again

#MummaBearMusings

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paddy-morgan · 2 years

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Midweek is crucial

This was my predictions that I put together before last night's Premier League games. With the 2021/2022 Premier League season coming to a climax this week is one of the biggest weeks in the season.

Leeds United vs Chelsea. This game is a big game for both teams with Leeds needing points to avoid relegation and Chelsea still need points to confirm third place. Elland Road will be electric on Wednesday night with Leeds needing to repeat their defensive perfornance against Arsenal if they want to get a positive result against Chelsea. Chelsea need a positive performance with Arsenal breathing down their necks for third place. Score prediction 1-1

Everton travel to Vicarage Road to take on already relegated Watford. Everton are full of confidence after beating Chelsea and Leicester. Watford are under no pressure so I'm not sure how Watford will perform. If Everton win this game I think that Everton will be almost safe regarding Premier League relegation. Score prediction 0-2

Wolverhampton Wanders take on Champions Manchester City at Molineux on Wednesday evening. Wolves got a fantastic draw against Chelsea last weekend by managing to stay in the game and it will be a similar game plan against Man City with Man City having plenty of possession and Wolves planning to hit Man City on the break. Man City need to win to keeobtheir lead in the title race and can not afford a slip up. If Ruben Diaz is not fit this will be a big blow as Pep Guardiola will have to play either Nathan Ake or Fernandinho in the back four. Score prediction 1-2

The final game on Wednesday night is between Leicester City and already relegated Norwich City. With Norwich planning for next season I don't expect much from Norwich in this game. Leicester have been unpredictable this season but you would expect Leicester to score a few goals and beat Norwich comfortably. Score prediction 3-0

Out of the four games that took place on Wednesday evening I only got 1 prediction correct

The final midweek game this week is the North London derby between Tottenham Hotspur and Arsenal on Thursday evening. Arsenal are currently in good form with winning their last two games against West Ham United and Leeds United. With Arsenal trying to finjsh third Arsenal will fancy their chances of beating Spurs. Likewise Spurs also need a positive result if they want to finish in the top four this season. Spurs are a great counter attacking team and will let Arsenal have all the possession and Spurs will hope to hit Arsenal on the break with Harry Kane and Son.

#premier league

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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Fighting For You

word count: 1530

request: Hi! Hello! Hey! I saw part of your conversation with the girl that is dating a cop and I was wondering if she’s okay with it of course, if you could use the “I’m fighting to come home to you” thing in a Steve x Reader thing?

a/n: this is part 1 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND THE QUALITY. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. this was originally at 100 words, so i added some random subplot to bring up the count and I tried to make it relevant to the story. anyways, this isn’t proofread much so please excuse any mistakes.

It had been weeks of radio silence that often left your mind pacing while you tried to go through the day. Everything was gonna be fine.

Those five words became a mantra for the time being since Steve left and while he had warned you that no communication was a possibility on this mission, you still couldn’t help but feel anxious that something had gone wrong. Steve was never one to give up.

It was a solo mission meaning Natasha, who you trusted to babysit Steve, was currently not with him. Instead she was playing babysitter for you and had now lured you into a personal “mission” at the orphanage. The redhead had recently divulged the secret that every Thursday afternoon when she disappeared for hours on end that she wasn’t out for a workout regime, but instead visiting the angels who so badly needed some adoration.

That night Steve left for his mission, Natasha had taken you out to dinner and a few drinks led to cries of sorrow and laughter. Tears pricked at her eyes and your own, when Natasha revealed that she didn’t want these kids to have an experience such as her years as an orphan. Somehow your conversation of the awful nachos on the bar counter had transferred into what your friend did when she disappeared midweek. When the words spilled from her mouth and she immediately apologized for oversharing, you were quick to reassure her with a fast and unexpected hug that almost knocked over the unsuspecting coffee mugs that had been sitting between you both. The mugs were empty from trying to sober you both up but they seemed to be doing nothing but getting in the way. Natasha never really opened up to you about her past despite almost knowing her longer than Steve, so this little exchange was a milestone in your friendship.

Since that crazy dinner, you have been spending your Thursdays with the kids and Nat, putting on a fake smile that would turn genuine just at the sight of the children getting excited to see you. It took your mind off Steve, albeit for a few hours, but that was better than none. The kids always seemed to know what to say to cheer you up and you did the same for them.

Last visit, you and Nat were given the privilege of speaking with the teens and this week you were given the opportunity to visit the little ones. More specifically, it was arts and crafts day and only seconds after walking in the door were you elbow deep in macaroni noodles and colorful string.

About ten kids clobbered to sit around Nat as she demonstrated the making of macaroni noodles when you noticed a young girl in the corner and a social worker crouched on the ground with her, a lollipop in hand to coax the child. You could see the fear in the young girl's eyes as she clutched the tattered blanket to her chest. Those sweet brown eyes were so sparkly you were sure you would’ve remembered her which drew you to the conclusion that she was new.

You directed two other children to Nat who was currently playing art teacher as you slowly approached the scene in the corner. The social worker looked up at you with a hopeful smile and held out his arms as if saying “all yours.” He handed you the lollipop and quickly explained that she was new before dashing off to help another worker.

“Hey girly, what’s your name?”

You opted to sit criss cross on the floor, showing the girl that you planned on staying. She didn’t speak but instead turned to the wall. Silence filled the corner and you decided to speak up once more.

“My name is (y/n), and I come here with my friend Nat. Today we were invited to make macaroni necklaces with you! Do you like crafts?”

Some progress was made when you said Nat’s name and pointed her out to the child who had now turned to see what you were talking about. She softly shook her head when asked about arts and crafts and you gave a soft smile. Her hand quickly reached up to brush back a strand of short, black hair and you noticed the bracelet on her hand. It was a simple multi colored beaded bracelet that spelt out “VERA✿”

You reached out to grab her wrist and she complied, placing his arm in your hand.

“Wow, this is so pretty! Did you make this, Vera?” She nodded her head and quietly began to speak. At this you internally jumped around with joy at such progress.

“I like to make bracelets. My mommy used to make them with me, but then she left. Now I’m all alone.”

Her happy tone had turned dismal and a few tears crawled out of her eyes. Words never seemed to mean much to you, but her story made you choke back a sob. It seemed that the young girl hadn’t intended to spill the information, but she did, and now she was vulnerable.

“Oh Vera, I understand it’s no fun to be alone,” You squeezed her hand lovingly and offered a comforting smile, “My friend, Steve, he had to leave a few weeks ago and I feel lonely, just like you, but you know what?”

She cocked her head at your question.

“I have other friends who take care of me and don’t make me feel lonely. So Vera, why don’t we go out and make necklaces. We can go make some friends who will always be for you, hon!”

She was apprehensive to agree but slowly stood and dragged behind you. Nat saw you come over and waved you and Vera to come join the little boy beside her who looked in need of a friend.

Macaroni necklaces were a success and so was getting Vera to socialize. She made friends with the little boy, Liam, and the two were the chattiest out of the whole bunch. In fact, they both talked so much they tuckered themselves out that you and Nat brought them back to their sleeping quarters with the rest of the children. Natasha stood in the hallway as Vera led you to her cot and proudly showed off her teddy bear that sat in the middle. From a distance Nat could see Vera placing her macaroni necklace around your neck as you crouched down. Vera stood back and proudly eyed her creation before giving you a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, your friend will come back.” This statement caused you to be taken aback and luckily Vera was too busy climbing into bed to notice your shocked expression. “You told me you will come back and you are my friend, so I think he will too.” Vera continued as she pulled her teddy bear close and you covered her scrawny shoulders with the same fleece blanket that was once used as a makeshift shield. Walking out the darkened room, Vera’s words left you wondering if Steve would ever really come back.

As you and Nat drove home, all thoughts of Steve had momentarily dissipated leaving you with a second of bliss.

Not even a moment after your laughter ceased at Nat’s story of Liam trying to eat raw noodles, the ringer designated for Steve rang and your shaky hand voluntarily went to answer.

“Steve?”

“Hey, love,” Steve’s voice came out in a hushed whisper but a rough chuckle tumbled out with it, “You sound surprised to be hearing from me?”

“I thought something had happened to you. I-”

You were at a loss of words and Steve seemed to know this.

“(y/n), I’m fighting to come home for you. Never doubt that.”

His words seemed so sweet yet cringe so you could help but make a joke, “Wow, I didn’t know you were a motivational speaker on the side.”

Steve’s familiar laugh came through the receiver, “See, that is another reason I want to come home, so I can listen to your terrible jokes!”

Playfully offended you added, “Hey! They aren’t as bad as yours. I mean dad jokes, c’mon you can do better than that Rogers.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can settle this debate when I see you tonight.” You could practically hear the smirk in Steve’s voice because he knew darn well that he had just shocked you with this revelation of information. Your silence confirmed this for Captain and he proudly continued on.

“Well, I gotta finish cleaning up here, so I’ll see you for dinner, doll. Love you!”

All you could do was return the affection before hanging up and allowing the enormous smile to finally take over your face as it had been waiting to do so for so long.

“So, what should I wear?” Natasha took her eyes off the road and looked at you with a cheesy grin of her own. For a majority of the ride home, the two of you babbled about Steve like middle school girls on a first date.

Steve never failed to keep a promise to you and he wasn’t planning to do so now.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader

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mrsdobrik · 4 years

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i absolutely adore your dad david stuff! i was wondering if you could do a dad david where your teenage daughter sneaks out and the two of two have to deal with that? thanks so much have a great day!

Hey love! I hope your day is going great too! Let me know what you think! 🐲🐲🐲

After an exhausting day of working and taking care of the kids Y/n and David were completely ready to hit the sack. That, however, could only be done once all the dishes had been cleaned, the kids were in bed and they had all received their good night kisses. That was the task at hand when Y/n knocked on her eldest daughter’s room only to be left waiting for an answer.

Y/n sighed, rubbing her hands through her face in frustration. Elowen had been acting up since David and her had told her she wasn’t allowed to go to a party. They were usually pretty good at giving their kids freedom but when Ellie had asked to go to a rager midweek at age fifteen they were pretty confident that it was not a good idea.

Y/n knocked once again and said “Sweetheart may I come in? I just want to wish you a good night.” When once again there was no answer she said in a more demanding tone. “Elowen, open your door this instant.” But the door didn’t open and there was no answer, not even an angry remark shouted from across the door.

Y/n didn’t like opening her kids door’s without their consent, she felt like as long as they could be trusted there was no reason to invade their privacy, yet as things were she felt like opening the door herself would be the only way to make peace before heading to bed.

“Elowen” She said as she opened the door, only to find the room was empty. She left the room with her brows knitted together and started checking all the common areas in the house, even the back yard. As she came to the realization that her daughter was not in the house she made her way to their bedroom where David was waiting for her to go to bed.

“Dave, Elowen snuck out. She is not in her room and she is nowhere in the house.” She sighed with a mixture of worry and frustration.

“Let’s try calling her.” David said dialing on his phone with one hand while he held his wife’s hand in the other. His thumb traced circles on the back of her hand, reassuring her that it was going to be okay. “She’s not picking up. Did you try her?”

“Nothing” Y/n confirmed a few moments later as she put down her phone. “I’m going to kill her when she gets home.”

“We’ll go find her” David comforted her. “We can see her location on the tracking app right?”

“She blocked me!” Y/n raged.

“Yeah, I’m blocked too. She’s smart” David chuckled.

“David, this is no time to be proud, it’s getting late and we have no idea where she is!” Y/n reprimanded.

“You are right, sweetheart. I’m sorry” He apologized. “Lets go wait for her downstairs”

Y/n and David sat downstairs cuddled on the couch for hours waiting for Elowen to cross the door. Both parents were getting more and more anxious as time went by. By one thirty in the morning Y/n was practically in tears as all the horrible possible scenarios crossed her mind.

It was around two when David’s phone started ringing. David reached for it quickly expecting to see his daughter’s name being met instead with Jeff’s. Puzzled, he picked up the call.

“Hey, Jeff... Ohh... God, okay... Thank you. We were really worried. Thank you.” He spoke hushedly as Y/n tried to piece the conversation together. “She is with Jeff, he is bringing her home. Apparently she got drunk and called him to pick her up. She is fine.” David explained, his jaw was tense.

Y/n sighed with relief to know she was fine before the next question popped into her brain. “What are we going to do? I don’t want to be to hard because I’m scared next time she is not going to call but we can’t do nothing or she will for sure do this again.”

“I... I don’t know” Defeated they both sat together on the couch. “When did it get this hard? We thought the hard part would be the diapers...” He chuckled.

“Oh the good days, we didn’t even know how easy we had it.” Y/n smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “So...”

“So, we get her in bed tonight and we talk to her tomorrow. We let her know that we are glad she called and that she should never be scared to call us when she is drunk or just feeling uncomfortable. We show her how dangerous what she did was and we hope that we did enough of a good job at parenting that she will be sensible about it and not do it again.” David sighed, holding her hand is his.

“And then we lock her in a tower with a dragon till she is thirty five?” Y/n joked.

“I was thinking forty”

#dad!david #david dobrik blurb #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader

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a-life-lesson-in-submission · 3 years

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Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

There was a possibility I wouldn't see Sir this week. Life keeps him busy and as much as I was ready to accept this happens, I did feel my spirits were dampened purely because I always want to see and spend time with him.

He messages me pretty much everyday, by midweek I received a message asking if I was available to play the following day, hell yes I was! I am always available for him to the point I am prepared to drop everything for him anyway, which I know he would probably give me what for if he felt it was more important that I do whatever may be planned. I wouldn't cancel anything that is considered important i.e. appointments, work etc, just the things I know can wait. Needless to say I will always be available to and for him.

We really didn't have long, a couple of hours at best and I'm thrilled we got at least that. It's cold and miserable outside, I get in the vehicle when he pulls up, straight away he takes my hand that's closest to him, him so warm encasing my cold, he says he will warm me up real soon, I give alittle 'woop' in celebration, he is amused already.

We get to our destination, very quickly Sir says hello with a kiss, I respond in the same way, damn he smells sensational, his body against mine feels amazing. Due to our limited time frame, I was asked to get undressed, everything came off without hesitation, I joked if only I could do it Bruce Almighty style, he finds this amusing.

Instructed to get on the bed, I did, he followed in the same manner. When he gets undressed I know its about to get real intimate, I can't help but smile, secretly in my head everytime I'm saying 'phwoar yes please'. We snuggle in close, laid on our sides facing eachother, he pulls the duvet over us, I felt his member press against me. I joked again that anyone would think he has missed me, he smiled but stayed silent so I also joked I'll take that as a yes too. Our lips press together, our tongues meet caressing one another, he takes my hand and sends it below, I feel him, he's stood to attention, rigid and responding to my fingers groping him. He moves to adjust slightly taking me by the head and prompting to move down, so I do, I take him between my lips, he always tastes so good. He is clearly excited, I can taste the sweetness of his droplets on my tongue already as I mouth him. As I pull back, him almost about to leave my lips, I suck just enough to get that devine leg jerking twitch he does, he gives a cheeky laugh and taps me on my peaches. I will never stop doing it whilst I receive such responses, I hope I never have to, its one of those little 'things' that gives me a entertained satisfied grin, it makes me feel I have him as much as he has me. I feel his hands over me, light, spreading over me before I feel his hands moving my hair then taking hold to issue some control over my actions. Pushing all the way back blocking my airways briefly, pulling back then pushing all the way back again. I can't wait to find the right angle to have him really enter my throat, for now the intermittent blockage is exciting enough. I am happy giving, I am in a place where I feel I am able to relax, I just wish I had full confidence to bring myself to a point where he will really see my inner harlot come out to play. I will get there, I know I will.

He pulls me away so I am on my back, making his way over me, an arm each side of my head, his hips in line with mine. A quick thought crosses my mind that she has not been touched yet, I may not be quite ready to accommodate him, this thought is just as quick to be taken back as his tip sits at my opening for a split second only to slowly enters and disappear within me. My containment slips out with a breath filled gasp. He looks happy with my response as he creates a slow paced rhythm. My breathing quickens almost immediately, my kisses become lustful, I can't keep my hands off him, he is so much man, I can't get enough of him. Asking me if I want him deeper, which I feel was rhetorical, however, I insisted, he sits up to lift my legs over his shoulders and he sinks as deep as our bodies will allow. Changing speeds and depths, sometimes slow and wholesome, sometimes hard and forceful, I want it every way possible, I know I can take it. Watching him move in and out of me, it's hot, he then adds further sensation with circling a thumb around my sensitives. The noises escaping me are varied but all a confirmation of enjoyment. I have always been one to close my eyes throughout activities over the years and there are moments with Sir where I fall behind my eyelids, but it's different with him and most of the time, my eyes are locked on him, it's like I am showing him I am with him at all times and allowing him to see everything there is within me. It's immensely liberating.

He gives indication he is building, he often says 'slow down' when it's getting close, I beat him to it. My legs come down, he comes in real close, his body firmly pressed against mine giving me himself over and over, kissing at my neck, that's it, he's got me, I'm ready, I tell Sir he's going to make me release and thats exactly what he wants, he doesn't stop. I hop, skip and jump over the edge as my release floods through my insides, it's intensely fulfilling as I crave more at the same time. As it eases, I don't feel overwhelmed with sensitivity, I just want him over and over again, I have another that I know will come to the surface at some point.

He breaks away briefly, back over me again I reach for his him, pumping him with my hand infront of my hole, he says to put him back inside me, as I guide, he pushes. He is getting close, he has been ready a while but he holds back which is pretty impressive, he carries strong self restraint. Its time, it's coming, feeling his warm filled fluids line my inners, I am so close, I know this feeling will trigger my release in response, it doesn't but that's quite alright, I am more than smug to know I have him within me and he will be there for some time.

I squirm as we pull away, it's pleasantly teasing. Sir lays on his back, I lay on my side, both entwined, hands soothingly gracing bodies, silently calm and content. I think about nothing other than how peaceful I feel and every single moment leading up to this, its my sense of sheer bliss. Yes we have literally kept today quite vanilla, once or twice a playful tap spank, it's not always about 'whips and chains', sometimes it's just about the passion between two souls learning and exploring one another, reinforcing that connection, accepting and embracing the chemistry.

We talk for a little while, lots of different things in a short space of time, it's very general but gives huge insight to our characteristics, I absolutely adore his.

He was happy I released, as was I, I didn't expect myself to without foreplay first, I can see his gloating without him actually saying anything, it's quite cute. A second was close too, he can have that one next time. Whilst I could spend forever in everyway with Sir, the reality arrives to inform us we need to get back to it. Both stalling for a few more moments, I move over him, he keeps me on top as he massages up my spine, it's pretty clear this could go even further but we are already delayed. I move to get down from the bed but not without his lips chasing and planting on my body. Sorting ourselves out, dressed and ready to make moves, we are momentarily intimate one last time then off we go, as much as it is mutual, I'm sure it's his way of keeping me keen. Works like a charm.

I only dislike goodbyes because I know it results in not seeing him for another week but there is some truth in absence makes the heart grow fonder. We're always almost talking, mainly general conversation with some sass from me as Sir calls it, and some comedy from him too. Yes there is serious and educational talk, this is a given. Leaving it on a 'be good, if you can't be good, be safe' with a kiss, he often rolls his eyes at me in amusement. This time I cross the road, I clap for myself that I made it, he gives me the double thumbs up, got to laugh at personal jokes between us, shows we pay attention as well as knowing how to have a laugh together.

I seem to have a knack at giving him some form of laughable entertainment which has to be good thing surely. There is often much detail I do not write about, not because I don't want to, I just feel you have to be there to appreciate the sentiment of it all from the hellos and goodbyes, the conversations we have, what we talk about, the giggles, to the intimacy and physical activity as well as the moments of care and compassion with eachother. It's all there, kept safe within my heart, my soul and its all mine.

Until next time, I will keep having those little smiles across my face and beam filled sighs when I am reminded of him and the memories we share.

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Till UnDead Do Us Part

TVD Kai Parker imagine | Who is She? Part 3

Theme: Fluff, smut, death, car accident, torture (18+)

Other: Y/N pronoun is she/her and is a human, then newly turned vampire

Plot: Kai and Y/N fall into some danger in New Orleans which test their relationship and finally come to realise what they truly want.

Word Count: 7.8k

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this third and final installment. I really enjoyed writing this mini fanfic series. If you have any requests, then send them over! :)

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Klaus was livid. He didn’t know how Bonnie could mistakenly send Y/N to a prison world. Y/N had forgiven Bonnie as she knew it was an accident but Klaus not so much.

“Klaus, she said she was sorry. It’s not a big deal, I’m fine and I’m out now” Y/N exclaimed. Elijah could sense Klaus getting agitated so he tried to diffuse the potential angry outburst. “Niklaus, Y/N is safe now. She’s living with us so she’ll be in safe hands again” It seemed to work until Klaus caught sight of Y/N and Kai in a hug.

“I thought it was understood that you two would stay away from each other. I don’t want you to get Y/N into any danger” Klaus said in Kai’s face. This angered Y/N who was about to rip one into Klaus.

“I don’t understand why all of you can date whoever you want without being told not to. I’m sick of people being horrible to Kai. I’m in love with him and none of you are going to stop us being together”. Suddenly Klaus could see it clear as day. He recognized that aura and took a step back.

With gritted teeth, Klaus allowed them to stay together. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea but he could now tell that they were indeed serious about their love. Kai was stoic, not showing his true feelings but it was just to guard his emotions. The thought of being away from Y/N made his heart ache.

“Fine, but that means he’s going to have to move to New Orleans as I’m not letting you back in Mystic Falls. I’ll be keeping an eye on you miss”. Y/N turned to Kai, pleading with her eyes. Luckily he didn’t need any convincing.

“I’ll be glad to leave this hellhole” Kai retorted sarcastically. The idea of living somewhere else was quite thrilling to him, especially as he wouldn’t be known and judged. However, knowing the Mikaelson family there'd be a lot of drama.

It turned out that when both Y/N and Kai were in the prison world, Stefan had to make the dreaded call to Klaus. They all spent hours upon hours trying to figure out how to bring Y/N back so Bonnie was worked to the bone researching through grimoirs and contacting other witches. On the Mikaelson’s side, Rebekah contacted the witches in the Quarter to help alleviate Bonnie’s workload.

Finally there was hope when Bonnie found a passage in one of her Gram’s grimoirs. Rebekah gave it the once over and was impressed to see such an intricate and rare artifact. One of Rebekah’s contacts looked over the spell and confirmed that it was the right one.

It was time to leave so Y/N said her goodbyes to the Mystic Falls gang and left hand in hand with Kai, followed by her family. The trip back to New Orleans started off awkwardly and continued being quiet. It was going to take a few days to get back, so hopefully no arguments would ensue. Y/N kept glancing over at Kai for reassurance but he kept his gaze ahead. Probably lost in his own thoughts. She squeezed his hand and leaned into him.

Kai was just trying to keep to himself to avoid any conflict, he didn’t want an argument to start. Normally he would be his witty carefree self but for Y/N’s sake he’d be good. He just wanted to be curled up with her by a fireplace, just mindlessly relaxing. Kai’s aimless thoughts suddenly made their way to his and Y/N’s night of passion. She made him feel seen and heard, but especially loved. It was a feeling he never had before and it was out of this world.

He never expected to fall in love, especially with someone who reciprocated those feelings. Kai glanced over at Y/N, a single tear falling from his cheek. Through the rear view mirror, Elijah witnessed the emotional moment. In that instance Elijah felt compassion for the young heretic. Before, he noticed the reckless behaviour and sharp tongue. Sure he was still like that but to less of an extent. It was certainly an improvement, a hugely welcomed one at that. What truly mattered to Elijah though was Y/N’s happiness.

A few more hours passed and Y/N fell asleep whilst everyone else just kept silent. Kai didn’t mind, he was just staring out the window. Elijah was busy concentrating on the road ahead, so Klaus and Rebekah eventually starting chatting idly together. It wasn’t long before Y/N awoke from an aching shoulder. She rubbed it, letting out a slight sigh.

Y/N felt strong hands massaging her right shoulder, the pressure being just right. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. It was so effective that Y/N nearly fell asleep again. However, before she could there was a sudden scream from Rebekah. “Elijah, watch out!” Kai only realised the seriousness of the situation a little too late. He was quick enough to react though as he shielded Y/N from the sudden impact.

A bright light shone through the entirety of the car, illuminating everyone’s shocked expressions before the car was severely pounded into by the four thousand kilogram truck going the wrong way. The car flipped over several times before finally coming to a halt in the middle of the highway. Everyone would have scratches and bruises only to heal immediately, whereas Y/N’s fragile state was apparent.

In the silence of the aftermath, Y/N could hear ringing in her ears and feel her pulse throbbing heavily. She was bleeding from her scalp, blood dripping down her forehead. She was still in Kai’s embrace, her breath hitching. She was slowly loosing consciousness but not completely. Kai knew what he had to do, it was the only way to make sure he wouldn’t loose her.

He dug into his wrist with his fangs, drawing blood. With one swift motion he made Y/N drink from it. At first she objected but with enough force from Kai she gave in. Once she took enough Kai pulled his arm away. Everyone was still trapped due to the car being on it’s side. The smashed windows left debris scattered across the road, the sight quite shocking to witness. Luckily for the vampires nobody was actually around due to it being past midnight midweek. The truck that collided with them wasn’t in view as it had continued to skid down the highway and consequently falling into a ravine.

Kai used his powers to allow them all to make their way out of the car unscathed. Unfortunately Y/N had gotten a concussion due to the impact, regardless of Kai’s protective embrace but it was worse than it seemed. It was more than likely she was suffering from a brain hemorrhage.

They now found themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere, half way to New Orleans. Y/N was laying on the ground in Kai’s arms, slowly falling into unconsciousness. Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah were standing around them, worried about Y/N’s life. “We need to give her our blood before she...” Rebekah trailed off, not wanting to admit the possible outcome. “She’ll be fine” Kai replied sternly, wanting to be left in peace with Y/N.

“How can you be so calm?” Rebekah shouted back, who was getting visibly riled up. Blue and purple veins appeared from under her eyes. Before the situation could escalate even further, Klaus interjected. “Enough! Let me give her my blood, move out Kai” As he made his way to Y/N, Kai used his powers to make both him and Y/N disappear. The trio were left in bewilderment which was then followed by anger. “Typical Kai!” Klaus spat. Elijah tried to reason with his siblings.

“Niklaus, Rebekah, we can’t act in haste. I’m sure Kai is handling it. If not, then he will meet his demise when we catch up to him” he reassured calmly. If it weren’t for Elijah, Klaus would be on a manhunt. Not a quiet one at that. The three of them decided to leave the scene and find their way back to their home through any means possible.

***

Kai used his invisibility powers to hide them from the others. He had obviously overheard them speaking about getting revenge on him if Y/N died. Luckily for him that wouldn’t be an issue. However, as quick as he was listening to Y/N’s siblings go mad, she was slipping away under him. Kai heard her breath slow and he checked her pulse, squeezing her wrist. “Hey, Y/N?” he asked as he nudged her. No response. “Come on, wake up princess” Kai pleaded as he hugged her tightly.

Kai was sitting down in the same place an hour later, still waiting for his love to wake up. He knew she’d make it, he gave her enough of his blood. She was officially dead so if it didn’t work Kai would go on an angry rampage. Before he could become riled up, he felt Y/N shift in his lap. Suddenly he heard a loud gasp emanate from Y/N as she awoke.

Y/N checked her surroundings, clearly confused. “Where am I? Kai?” she asked absentmindedly. Kai sighed in relief and brought Y/N in for a soft kiss. After pulling away, Y/N needed some answers. “Why does my head hurt? Wait, didn’t we, were’t we in a...” she trailed off as she started remembering the past chain of events. With wide eyes Y/N stood up and ran her left hand through her hair. When she inspected her hand she saw some blood and caught eyes with Kai. It immediately dawned on her what was happening.

First it was the crash, followed by drinking Kai’s blood, then she felt herself fall out of consciousness. The time between then and awakening from her slumber was actually her being dead to becoming part of the undead. She shook her head, not wanting this to be real. “Hey, babe, it’s okay. I’m here for you sweetheart. I’ll help you get through this. I know it seems hard to wrap your mind around but it’ll soon be okay” he reassured. Kai knew that they had to get her to human blood before she died for good.

“But, I don’t want to be a vampire” Y/N said sadly. Those words made Kai feel a little defeated. He saw this as their opportunity to be together forever. “Where’s Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah? Are they okay? Surely they’re okay!” Y/N asked impatiently. “Yes, they’re fine” he replied coolly, not caring about them.

“Then where are they?” Y/N said with her hands on her hips. Kai knew right then that he had to be careful what he said, he didn’t want her to retaliate against him. “They left for New Orleans after I made us invisible to them. I wanted us to be in peace before you awoke. They offered to give you their blood to save you, but I had already beaten them to it. I got annoyed because I said you’d be fine and they got mad at me for it”. The declaration was very Kai of him, Y/N thought.

She thought better than to shout at him because she knew he meant well. She appreciated the gesture but would have loved to see her siblings as she awoke. She sighed loudly before grabbing Kai’s hand to pull him in for a hug. She needed his touch, shivering from the cold. Kai let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he relaxed into the embrace.

As they pulled away from each other, Kai and Y/N started trekking along the highway, hoping to catch a ride. Not long into their walk, a dark grey saloon car slowed to a halt near them. The window slid down slowly, revealing a young man in his twenties in the driver’s side. Next to him sat a young lady who wasn’t recognizable in the dim light.

“We really need a ride, our car broke down and got towed” Kai said with a smile. The driver and his passenger agreed so Kai opened the door for Y/N to slide in. He then closed the door behind him. He took Y/N into his arms to keep her warm since she was still shivering.

The journey started off quietly as the driver didn’t really engage in conversation. He only asked where the two of them were headed and agreed to take them all the way there. Y/N was starting to get worse as her body started shaking. Kai’s facial expression changed in an instant, becoming worried for Y/N. “We need to get you some human blood asap!” he whispered in her ear. Y/N hesitated before nodding in response.

They were finally nearing New Orleans after a couple of hours, Y/N still shivering but thankfully not becoming critical. She looked Kai in the eyes, silently letting him know that she needed blood. “How long will we be until we get there?” Kai asked the driver, hoping the answer was good. “In twenty” he said matter of fact. That was good, Kai thought. “We need to get dropped off at the hospital instead” he demanded. A nod was given in response through the rear view mirror.

Finally the hospital was in sight. They couldn’t wait any longer so Kai got the car to pull over. Kai lifted Y/N into his arms, running vampire speed to the hospital doors. She sat outside whilst she waited for Kai to get her a blood bag. When he reappeared, he ripped it open and handed it to her. At first she chocked on the blood but soon got accustomed to the metallic taste. The feeling of it trickling down her throat suddenly felt good as she squeezed the bag in a firm grip in her fist.

Y/N let the bag drop from her hand and licked her lips to get rid of the excess blood staining her mouth. Kai was eagerly awaiting her response. “So, was it good?” Instead of giving a positive reply Y/N bowed down her head, feeling ashamed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Kai asked worriedly, wrapping his arms around her. “I don’t want to be a vampire! This wasn’t meant to happen. I can’t Kai, I just cant!” Y/N blurted out, tears prickling her eyes.

“I don’t know what to tell you sweetheart. It’ll get better though, I promise. I’m here for you, I always will be my love” he tried to reassure. “I understand why you turned me, but I wish you asked me before forcing me to drink your blood. What if I was happy to die as a human? I love you, I do, but I wish I had the option” Y/N cried. “Just take me home”.

Kai was stunned at hearing Y/N’s true feelings. He assumed she was just hurting but deep down he felt as if she really meant it and not just due to the immediate shock. Without saying a word to each other, the pair headed off in the direction of the Abattoir.

***

Y/N stood before her home, hesitating to enter. She really wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone, let alone her family. She just needed to be left in peace. Tears were threatening to fall but she forced them away. With a small intake of breath, she pushed open the door and marched through not waiting for Kai.

Y/N’s eyes made contact with the entrance gates, spotting Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah at the far end of the living room gathered by the coral sofa looking in the opposite direction. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before storming in, keeping her eyes on the right hand staircase.

Upon hearing the gate clatter, Klaus spun around to see the potential intruder. His eyes widened at the sight of Y/N. He was so relieved to see her but at the same time was anxious to hear what had happened with her. Elijah and Rebekah’s eyes followed suit. Rebekah stood up from her seat, ready to pull Y/N into a much needed embrace. She couldn’t believe her eyes. However, Y/N ignored them as she marched all the way to the bottom of the right staircase. Before Klaus could say a word, Y/N beat him to it. “Don’t talk to me” she yelled as her feet clomped against the steps, walking in the direction of her bedroom.

The three siblings exchanged a look, brows furrowed in confusion. Before they could discuss the matter, Kai walked through nonchalantly. “Where did she go?” he called after Y/N. Elijah gave his siblings a confirmation look, in reference to his previous statement about not needing to get revenge on Kai for Y/N’s life if she survived.

“Look who’s decided to crash the party” Rebekah snapped sarcastically, more to herself than anyone else. All of them followed Y/N, running vampire speed to the main upstairs hallway. Y/N flung open her bedroom door, not looking behind her as she walked through. With one swift motion of her hand she slammed the door shut. With wide eyes, Kai and the Mikaelson’s exchanged a confused expression. Was this what it really looked like? They all thought to themselves.

“What the hell...” Kai whispered to himself. As he took a step forward, Klaus grabbed him by the collar. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kai didn’t like being manhandled so he shook himself free and punched Klaus in the face. Klaus’s face filled with rage but Elijah quickly held him back. “Niklaus, calm down. Let him go to her”

He was still shaking but obliged. Klaus huffed off, with Rebekah in tow. “Kai, thank you” Elijah whispered to the heretic before joining his siblings. Kai was glad he had someone on his side outside of Y/N. On the other side of the door, Y/N was slouched on the floor by the window, leaning against her bed. The door creaked open slowly and shut quietly. She didn’t know who it was but she sighed in exasperation.

Kai spots Y/N sitting with her arms wrapped around her bent knees rocking back and forth, sobbing. Without hesitation he goes to sit down next to her, opening his arms for her. Y/N doesn’t budge, unwilling to face the world. They sit together like this for a while, not wanting to move. Eventually Y/N breaks away from Kai’s arms to look at his face.

“What am I?” Y/N breaks the silence. This took Kai aback but he had to face the reality. To him it seemed obvious, she must be a witch vampire hybrid like himself. But this theory was to be tested. He couldn’t be sure. Maybe it wasn’t Y/N but just the wind. The fact that she questioned it must have been her. Kai’s head was starting to spin. He needed to feed.

“We need to sustain ourselves” Kai blurted, pulling Y/N’s hand as he dragged her out the room. He was feeling rather peckish and knew Y/N had to feed as well. “What? Where are we going?” Y/N asked, perplexed. Ignoring her, Kai continued walking. They managed to walk out of the Abattoir without being noticed and blended into the crowd.

It was a busy afternoon with the bustling street parties and bands playing jovial jazz music. Kai found the perfect alleyway to catch their pray. Nobody was walking through and Kai was getting fidgety. Randomly, he grabbed Y/N’s face and kissed her roughly. Y/N pulled away, confused and angry. “What is wrong with you Kai? Stop trying to be reckless”. Instead of replying, Kai turned to face the person who’s footsteps he could hear walking down the cobble street. In vampire speed, he grabbed their neck and dove in. Fangs ripping into flesh and blood cascading down his throat, Kai let out a moan.

Y/N looked on in horror, not recognizing her love. Kai spun around and flashed a blood stained grin in her direction, motioning for her to come over. Y/N didn’t like seeing this side of him at all. When she wouldn’t budge, Kai huffed and used his magic to will her over. “Ugh, Kai!” Y/N yelled. Without hesitation Kai leaned in for another rough kiss. This time, Y/N relaxed into it. The taste of this human’s blood on her tongue made her feel fuzzy.

The blood craze was making her not see sense and so Y/N went to sink her own teeth into the poor human’s exposed neck. Seeing Y/N like this lit up Kai’s whole demeanor. He was finally seeing her accepting this part of herself. Unknowingly this was going to be the catalyst for Y/N’s heretic acceptance.

He grinned as she gave him a devilish smirk. When Y/N was satisfied from her feed she dropped the body which landed with a thud on the cold concrete. After discarding the body, the two of them decided to go back home.

Upon entering, the three siblings plus Kol were all gathered in the main hall in deep conversation. Y/N screeched with happiness when she laid eyes upon her beloved brother. They all turned to the sound of her voice. Kol’s eyes lit up when he saw her. She ran into his open arms, beaming happily.

“You’ve perked up” Elijah smiled. “I feel so much better. All I needed was some sustenance” Y/N replied, exchanging a knowing smile with Kai. “We really need to address the elephant in the room” Klaus stated, staring at Y/N. For a split second Kai thought it was going to be about him, but was eager to get this conversation delved into. They all needed to know what Y/N was, especially for her sake and safety.

Y/N shifted on her feet, feeling uncomfortable at the sudden spotlight moment. “Kai, you’re a heretic. You should know if she’s like you” Kol interjected. “But, how could I be a heretic? I was never a witch” Y/N offered. The sudden realisation hit everyone, Y/N was likely a witch before she died. Nobody, not even Y/N knew about her old life.

“We need to take her to the witches” Klaus knew that it was the best way to figure this out. Klaus and Y/N left for the cemetery with Rebekah and Kai tagging along. When they arrived at the gates a large gust of wind brewed, making the girl’s hair swish in the air. It was as if the witches were expecting them. Following their way through the maze-like layout of tombstones, the group hurried along. They wanted to leave as soon as possible. The witches didn’t like vampires hanging around there, especially the Mikaelson’s.

Arriving at the covered grave where the witch ancestors were located, Klaus coughed to get any witches attention, living or dead. Sometimes the live witches would be here attending to their own business. A young woman with long luscious mahogany hair walked out and greeted them with a cold smile. She seemed to know the Mikaelson’s very well but wasn’t too pleased about their acquaintance.

“Sophie, a pleasure” Elijah said as he took the woman’s hand in his to plop down a kiss. Kai had no idea who she was and didn’t care. He needed answers. Likewise, Sophie didn’t recognize the young man with jet black hair and deep blue eyes. “Oh, this is Kai Parker. Kai, this is Sophie Deveraux” Elijah introduced the pair to each other.

Something seemed to register in Sophie’s mind as the name rang a bell. “Parker, huh? The name is familiar but I can’t place it unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately, I don’t know” she smirked. Kai wanted to sucker punch the woman but at the same time thought she was funny. He rushed the thought away, not wanting to become distracted at the task at hand.

“We’re here because we have a situation regarding our honorable sister Y/N” Klaus started. “She just recently turned vampire but we witnessed a magic outburst. She flung her hand and slammed the door shut with such force it was most definitely magic. We don’t know if she was a witch before she died” Klaus finished.

Sophie pondered the question, taking time to digest the information. After a minute in thought Sophie grabbed Y/N’s temples and squeezed tightly. All of a sudden Y/N burst out into a banshee like scream at the intensity of the pain. She let go of her head and went back into the temple grave. When she returned she had some really vital information.

“I’ve consulted with my ancestors and we can confirm that she was indeed a witch before she died” as the news processed in Y/N’s mind, her eyes widened. She shook her head. Kai grabbed her hand and squeezed. Sophie continued “What’s really surprising is which family she belongs to”. Klaus’s ears perked at the sudden revelation. “Do go on” he demanded.

“Are you acquainted with the Bennett witches?” Sophie asked. The air seemed to feel thicker as everyone was shocked into silence. “In order for Y/N to be a heretic she would have needed the blood of one” Sophie relayed. Everyone but Sophie turned to Kai. Sophie raised her eyebrows. “Y/N’s a heretic because of Kai since she drank his blood to save her from dying in that car crash” Rebekah told Sophie.

“That would be the reason she’s a hybrid. That’s a powerful creature to be, she needs to watch her back” Turning to Y/N, Sophie directed this at her. “You’ll have a target on your back like Klaus when people find out, be wise who you surround yourself with”. The ominous message sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. That annoyed Kai and he yanked Y/N’s hand to escape this dark place.

“Great! We left Mystic Falls to move to a more dangerous city. This is just perfect Y/N!” he sighed angrily. “Don’t you want to talk about what I am?” Y/N replied shyly. They stopped in their tracks and Kai looked at Y/N properly. A tear fell down his cheek as he finally digested the question. “I’m sorry if you hate me even more because of this but I had to do what I needed to in order to save your life. You’re everything to me and if that means you want to leave me because of this, then by all means...” Y/N shut him up with a tender kiss.

“I’m more shocked to know I’m related to Bonnie” Y/N laughed against Kai’s lips. He scoffed lightheartedly, laughing afterwards. “I’m sure she’d be thrilled” he replied. The pair decided to go back to the Abattoir to get some much needed rest.

***

Soon word was spreading across the city among the supernatural of the existence of a new vampire witch hybrid with as much power as Klaus Mikaelson, maybe if not more. Most people were keen on staying as far away from the heretic as possible to avoid danger or death. However, one individual in particular had a plan he needed to execute.

The power he’d have with such a being was priceless. First he had to find a way to steal the young heretic from the prying eyes of the Mikaelson’s. After long hours of plotting, the young man had the perfect idea. He would implement it the following morning.

Light jazz music was playing in the street and Y/N smiled at Kai in their bed. “Morning Princess” he cooed. She kissed his cheek before getting up and finding some black jeans and a black peplum top. She then chucked on some black laced boots. “Damn, you look hot” Kai smirked. Y/N laughed joyously. He loved her laugh, it was infectious.

“Let’s go outside and join the party” Y/N winked. Kai just couldn’t resist so they left hand in hand. Once they reached the street they made their way through the bustling crowd. For an instant they let go of each others hand which was a massive mistake. Y/N tried finding Kai in the sea of people but failed.

On the left hand side of the street, the hunter followed Y/N’s movements. He had his target in sight. Perfect, he thought. He inserted himself in the crowd as he kept tabs on Y/N. As she stepped aside into a small alleyway, his eyes lit up. How easy was she making this for him? He laughed to himself. As he made his way into the alleyway, Y/N wasn’t facing him. Using his right arm to grab Y/N from behind and using his left hand to inject her with some sleeping agent, she fell limp in the strangers arms.

Y/N groaned as she regained consciousness. She tried to move her hands but was stuck. Looking down she saw that she was tied with duct tape to this uncomfortable wooden chair. She didn’t even know how she got here in this dark and dingy empty warehouse. It smelt damp and pungent. Y/N tried to understand her bearings. She had never been here before, she could be far out of the city for all she knew.

A clatter erupted from somewhere close by which caught Y/N’s attention. She could hear so well with her newly acquired powers and it was a little overwhelming. She wasn’t used to it yet. Finally a shadowy figure came into view from Y/N’s left. Only when the person came into close proximity that Y/N could take in his appearance.

The youthful captor had dark red hair, emerald green eyes and was wearing a navy blue leather jacket with a black shirt and slacks. For shoes he wore some black Oxford’s. His features were almost clown like and he was smirking smugly. Y/N felt an unsettling feeling in her stomach, something felt very ominous about this man.

“What am I doing here? Who are you and what do you want?” Y/N asked nervously. “So many questions dear, don’t worry I’ll answer them all in good time” he laughed. Y/N felt her skin crawl as she shivered. First he grabbed some plants which looked exactly like vervain. Y/N’s eyes widened as she realised what was about to happen. Y/N shuffled in her seat as she tried to move but to no avail. The hunter smiled sadistically as he slapped the bunch of vervain onto Y/N’s exposed arm. She screamed as it torched her skin with a burning sensation.

“So to answer one of your questions, my name is Nolan. Who I really am doesn’t matter” The next mode of pain was Nolan’s fist smacking the side of Y/N’s face. Blood trickled down her nose and her cheek stung from the forceful impact. She squinted for some relief. “What do I want, you ask? Well, I want your powers. Then you’re as good as dead” Nolan shrugged nonchalantly.

“But how did you find me? How do you know what I am?” Y/N asked. “You don’t think witches talk, Y/N Bennett?” Nolan laughed manically. Y/N shivered at his coldness. Of course, the witches were blabber mouths Y/N thought. Being part of the supernatural came with an element of danger no matter how safe you tried to be. The sound of the name escaping his lips made Y/N feel uncomfortable. She may be a descendant of the Bennett witches but she wasn’t a Bennett. She was a Mikaelson. Figuratively and legally, since Y/N changed her surname to Mikaelson when she joined her family.

Nolan was enjoying playing with his pray, like cat and mouse. He enjoyed using the vervain on Y/N, so he grabbed two lots of it in both hands and started caressing her arms from the top all the way to the tips of her fingers. An echoing of screams filled the warehouse.

Whilst Y/N was enduring her ordeal, Kai on the other hand was searching for her. Once he lost her in the crowd he made his way back to the Abattoir since he couldn’t locate her alone. When he arrived he spotted Rebekah and got her to help him. “I need you to help me with a locator spell. We already have something of Y/N’s in her room. We need to act promptly” Kai asked impatiently. With Y/N’s hair and Kai’s blood with the map of New Orleans, they began the spell.

Y/N’s location appeared from the blood smudges, highlighting an old abandoned warehouse just outside of the French Quarter. “Why the hell would she be there of all places?” Kai huffed. “She must have been abducted” Rebekah came to the sudden realisation. “Thanks, I’m going to rescue her alone. If I need backup I’ll call” and with that Kai stormed off.

The journey didn’t take long but time was of the essence. Kai cloaked himself to become invisible as he checked out the perimeter. In the interior, Nolan was continuing his handiwork. As Kai entered the building he could hear Y/N’s screams. It pained him to hear her suffer so atrociously.

Kai undid his invisibility cloaking and mistakenly bumped into the wall, consequently letting something clink to the ground with a small ricochet. Nolan snapped his head to the sound of the commotion and raised his eyebrows at the sight of the intruder.

“Hmm, who do we have here?” he hummed. Y/N was limp in her seat as she was worn out from the vervain burning. Kai used his vampire speed to reach Y/N but Nolan tried pushing Kai to no avail. He was just stronger than him. Kai started chanting a spell to help loosen her tied hands.

“There’s two of you?” he said with clear surprise. “If only I had known!” he exclaimed, delighted. Before he could continue his spiel, Kai squeezed his right hand into a fist with magic so he could strangle the maniac as tightly as possible, crushing his windpipe. He then fell to the ground, the life dissipating from his eyes. With a satisfied hum, Kai ran to Y/N. He undid her bound hands and feet from the wooden chair.

Her under eyes were purple and black from being punched several times. Vervain marks were covering her arms like tattoo sleeves and Y/N was slouched forwards, head touching her chest. She groaned as Kai lifted her up in his arms. She had no energy left.

Kai carried Y/N back home and placed her in her bed, pulling the covers over her. He decided to let Y/N rest until she felt good enough to talk with everyone.

Hours passed and Y/N eventually woke up. She called for Kai and he entered the room. “Can you lie down with me?” She asked with a small smile. Of course Kai would oblige, he wanted to smother her with affection. After a few minutes of silence, Kai asked Y/N about her captor. “Honey, do you know who did this to you?” He said motioning to her already healed arms.

“He was just a power hungry psycho that’s all. All I know is that he was called Nolan. No surname given, he was just a complete stranger. I know he was a vampire and wanted to use me to become a heretic himself. I guess torture was just part of the fun” Y/N scoffed, still upset by the ordeal.

The next few days consisted of Y/N relaxing in bed, sleeping, reading and snuggling with her love. Kai looked at Y/N briefly, admiring her soft features. Y/N wore a frown, deep in thought. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. “Oh sorry, yeah I’m okay. I was just thinking that since becoming part of the supernatural, I’m not so sure I really like it that much” Kai could sympathize with Y/N and he suddenly had the perfect idea.

“Babe, let me show you how good it really is” Kai replied with a sexy smirk.

He hovered over her and placed soft kisses on her neck, trailing down her stomach all the way to the hem of her jeans. He peered up at Y/N, smirking at what he was about to do.

First he pulled down her jeans and threw them to the floor. Then he did the same with her lacy underwear. Y/N bit her lower lip from being exposed. “I’m going to relish everything I’m about to do to you” Kai hummed. Before she had time to respond, Kai dove straight into Y/N’s sweet spot. He used his fingers to rub circles on her clit whilst his tongue swirled at her core.

Y/N gripped the bedsheets into her fists as Kai worked his magic. She couldn’t help but jerk her hips at the rhythm of which Kai pleasured her. A moan escaped Y/N’s lips, completely intoxicated. Kai pulled away, needing to see her face. Satisfied, he then decided to plunge two fingers into her and quickly pump in and out. Soft whimpers filled the room as Kai increased the speed.

Kai could tell Y/N was nearing her orgasm so he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them seductively, eyes boring into Y/N’s. She groaned out, missing his touch. It wasn’t long before Y/N felt her clit being stimulated again but Kai wasn’t physically doing anything. She raised her eyebrows when she figured out what he was doing.

Kai laughed at her realisation and slid off the bed. He undid his belt and yanked down his pants but kept on his boxers. As he glanced at Y/N arching her back in response to his magical fingering, he bit his lower lip. Her arousal was turning him on.

After a few seconds of admiring Y/N, Kai jumped on the bed. He caressed her leg and pushed her legs further apart. Replacing magic with flesh, Kai curled his fingers inside Y/N one more time. “That feels so good” She said breathlessly. Kai was getting increasingly aroused so he switched places with her and got her to grind on him, facing forwards so he could see her face.

Y/N started slow and gripped Kai’s arms. She dipped her head back as Kai was breathing heavily. He tried to stifle his moans but Y/N moved faster and with a little more force which resulted in Kai groaning out. His sounds were turning Y/N on so much that she moaned loudly against his lips. Kai gripped her ass and helped her movements. Y/N could feel him getting harder under his boxers and decided that she was going to pleasure him in return. She hadn’t really returned the favour so this time he was about to be treated.

She slid down his boxers and threw them away. First she sat on top of him to grind against him again as a warm up. The skin to skin contact caused a moan to escape both their lips due to the sensitivity. Once she was happy with her efforts, Y/N switched to using her hands.

Kai was shaking under her touch and bucked up his hips, totally immersed in his arousal. Before he could get nearer to his orgasm Y/N let go and Kai groaned in response. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and got her to grind against him again. “Can I fuck you?” Kai pleaded, the tensions starting to well up. Y/N shook her head as she kept her pace steady. Once she was satisfied, Y/N got up and this time used her mouth to pleasure him. Kai took some of her hair in his hands as she worked her own magic. As the pressure started to build Kai felt as if he was going to release. “Babe I’m about to...” He trailed off as Y/N went faster. She kept her hands firmly placed on his hips to keep him from moving around and pull out of her mouth. He moaned out as he came, the excess liquid dribbling down her chin. “Oh wow Y/N, I didn’t expect that. Mmm” Kai cooed.

Before Y/N could do anything, Kai flipped her over so he could hover over her. He pressed his body to hers and kissed Y/N deeply. His fingers found her clit again and moved frantically so he could hear her moan. Without any warning Kai lined up with her entrance and pushed into her. Moans intertwined between kisses and with intense panting, the tensions started building between their legs. Y/N rolled her eyes to the back of her head as her orgasm was nearing and Kai was focused on making Y/N feel good. Y/N screamed out as Kai pushed deeper and eventually they moaned in unison as they came together. Kai pressed his forehead to Y/N’s as he was still inside her. “I’m irrevocably in love with you Y/N” She smiled, then bringing him in for a soft kiss. “I love you too Kai Parker”.

“I want to be with you forever” Y/N eventually whispered in Kai’s ear, getting fed up with the constant danger. The memory of them in the prison world made Y/N feel emotional, missing their time in each others’ presence without other people. Kai gave her a knowing look, reciprocating the feeling. The constant danger since returning from the prison world gave them both the realisation that all they wanted was each other alone.

***

After some encouragement from Kai, Y/N built up enough courage to talk with her family about their wish. It was actually just a goodbye because they weren’t going to be told no. Y/N just didn’t know how they would take it, especially Rebekah. She paced around her room before trudging down the steps and gathered all her siblings in the living room. Kai soon followed and took his place next to Y/N, taking her hand in his. He nodded at her and she began.

“So I’ve gathered you all here because we have something we need to tell you. You may not like this at all, but we’ve made up our minds. We wouldn’t do this on a whim, and we’ve thought long and hard about this decision” Y/N started. She could see their confused expressions turn to somewhat of worry. “I don’t like where this is headed, Y/N” Rebekah said sternly. Y/N smiled sympathetically. “I know”. Kai squeezed her hand. “We’re going to ask Bonnie to send us back. It’s where we feel we belong. I don’t know if it’ll be reversible or not, so this is your time to say goodbye” Y/N finished. Rebekah had tears falling down her face, feeling the harsh reality of her words.

Everyone else just stood there shell shocked. Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed and Kol just stared at Y/N in disbelief. Klaus wanted to respond but was speechless. Then all the siblings exchanged a look, eventually coming to an unspoken agreement. Klaus was the one to break the silence. “Y/N, you do realise you’ll probably never see us again. The prison world is quite complex and we may not be able to visit you or for you to come back to this plane. We love you Y/N, and...” He trailed off, afraid to say what he was about to. “This goodbye is hard. You mean everything to us and we’ve been there for you since the beginning of your new life, and it hurts” He said, finally admitting his vulnerability that he usually never did. This stunned Y/N and tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision. Klaus then went to hug her, squeezing tightly. This was the final goodbye and they knew it. Y/N was going to cherish this moment forever.

Then it was Elijah’s turn. His eyes were teary but he didn’t say anything as he brought Y/N in for a last embrace. As he pulled away Kol took his place. “I’m going to miss you sport” He smiled sadly after placing a kiss on her forehead. Rebekah’s goodbye was the hardest. She immediately bought Y/N in for a hug, lingering for the longest moment. Y/N started crying uncontrollably, feeling guilty. As much as she loved her family to the ends of the earth, Kai was her world. She would sacrifice everything for him, over and over again.

Klaus came back after disappearing for a while, and handed Y/N a folded photograph. “Look at this whenever you miss us. In your heart you know we’re with you sweetheart”. Then he emerged with a necklace. It had the Mikaelson crest on it and little crystals encrusted in the design. It was beautiful, Y/N thought. “Thank you brother, I love it”. Klaus unclasped it and put it around her neck before clasping it back together. It fit perfectly above her collarbone as the crystals shone in the light. She hugged him again, inhaling his scent to remember him by.

“We leave soon to Mystic Falls. I spoke with Bonnie and she’s expecting us later. I love you each tremendously, always and forever” Y/N said to them for the last time. Y/N and Kai took everything they needed and magically transported themselves to Mystic Falls. As they arrived in Mystic Falls, Y/N sobbed into Kai’s chest.

***

Y/N and Kai met Bonnie at the local park. It was a spot out of the way of prying eyes. “Bonnie!” Y/N exclaimed, delighted to see her. She waved back, smiling. “Hey Y/N, nice to see you” Bonnie squeezed Y/N. “I don’t know if you found out the news regarding us yet. New Orleans witches don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. I wouldn’t be surprised if it got to you here in Mystic Falls”. Bonnie looked confused and shrugged. “Oh, well I don’t know how you’re going to take this news then...” Bonnie awaited in anticipation. “So... I’m actually part of the Bennett bloodline”

Bonnie was definitely taken aback. She didn’t know if she was joking but if she was genuine then it was a pleasant surprise. She always liked Y/N. Instead of saying anything, she pulled Y/N in for a warm embrace. Y/N was relieved for such a nice response. She felt accepted by yet another familial relation. “You should definitely look into our connection Bonnie” Y/N offered. Bonnie nodded.

“So what brings you both here then?” She asked. “I hope you can do us a favor. We’ve decided to live forever in Kai’s old prison world”. Bonnie chocked, not believing her ears. “You what?” Bonnie did not expect this at all, it seemed quite irrational. “Do you realise what you’re asking of me?” Y/N smiled, nodding. It looked as if Bonnie was about to cry but she suppressed it well.

“Are you sure about this? It’ll be permanent” Bonnie warned. Both Y/N and Kai looked each other in the eyes and smiled, knowing this was what they truly desired. “Yes” they both replied in unison.

“Then your wish is my command” Bonnie smiled sadly as she sent them both back to the prison world.

***

Epilogue:

Kai and Y/N were gardening, a newly found pastime the both of them enjoyed. Their magic helped them grow anything they wanted, and Y/N loved turning their back yard into a flower heaven. Tulips, lavender, poppies, lilies, and daisies filled it all. It looked like an expanding flower forest. Kai chucked some soil at Y/N and they both laughed, Y/N falling into Kai’s embrace and making out in the dirt.

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Where the Roses Grow: Chapter Two

The compound on Arvala-7 didn’t house one bounty, but two. Elsi Nokk is an enslaved nanny with more than a few tricks up her sleeve. She’ll do anything to protect her charge, even if it means standing against - and then with - a certain Mandalorian. Rated M.

This story can also be found on fanfiction.net and Ao3.

@killtherandomness

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Mild violence, strongly implied child abuse, slavery and associated themes.

Chapter One - This Chapter - Next Chapter

Chapter Two

It was hot.

The walk hadn't started out horribly. Despite her trepidation, she was still able to appreciate a change in scenery after being penned up in the compound for so long. Thankfully, they'd only been in direct sunlight for about a half hour. After that, they walked in the shade offered by the maze of shallow canyons that stretched out around the compound in every direction.

The baby was having the time of his life. He perched in his bassinet, happy as a clam as he watched lizards skitter in and out of cracks. Life in the compound had been boring for Elsi, but it had been even more frustrating for him. Elsi had done everything in her power to keep him entertained and happy, but a child needed more than his nanny to play with while locked in the same building for so long.

There had been so many games of hide-and-seek.

To him, the change in scenery was magical. He would communicate this to his caretaker, who would humor him by nodding and forcing a smile. He also tried talking to his new friend - the Mandalorian - who ignored him entirely.

Elsi, mindful of annoying a new master - even if it was only a temporary arrangement - had to repeatedly reinforce their little 'be quiet' signal. Each time she held her finger over her lips, the baby would dutifully copy the motion and fall silent, only to forget a minute or so later and go back to chittering for attention.

Not that she blamed him. Their joint existence had been a lonely one.

. ~0~0~0~

Elsi didn't dawdle.

'Daddy's special quests', as Hetta so eloquently put it, was a not-so-discreet euphemism for 'Underworld Contacts'. Like almost every nobleman that managed to cling to power through the rise of the Empire, Lord Burkisn made deals - most under the table, some not - with Imperial officials and dealers. Elsi didn't hold it against him; he was a politician, and that's what politicians did. But now that the Empire had fallen, Lord Burkisn was scrambling to appease the New Republic while still managing old promises.

Although the Empire was technically gone, the power and influence of the Imperial Underworld remained. When an Empire Remnant called in a favor, you did your best to accommodate.

Elsi's soft shoes were soundless on the shiny tile floors as she bustled through the ornate halls, keeping to the walls in order to avoid other servants and the odd protocol droid that bumbled past.

Lord Burkisn had a wide range of servants in his household - approximately a third of them were slaves. Droids could do a slave's work, but weren't nearly as fashionable. House slaves were much harder to replace; you couldn't program them or fix them when they broke. They had to be taught. Fed. Like most pets: a potentially expensive long term investment.

She bypassed the main study - where New Republic representatives were often hosted - and down a set of stairs into the lower levels of the house. Lord Burkisn's private study was well-cushioned and unassuming, but Elsi couldn't help but feel the very air had been tainted by the people that had been hosted there over the years.

If you thought there was nothing worse than a nobleman that both owned slaves and had the gall to manipulate the New Republic system into letting him keep them - you'd be very wrong.

The prospect of a baby was troubling. Why would Underworld entities have a baby in the first place? Let alone a sick baby? Even then, why the hell were they bringing it to HER? Surely they had deep enough pockets to buy their own doctors and nannies to care for it.

She reached the polished oak door and took a moment to straighten out her cotton dress, ensuring she was prim and every hair was in its proper place. This gave her a moment to eavesdrop.

The conversation came in bits and pieces, muddled by the door.

"... Hays Minor. They won't…"

"...sold… from spice dealers on… delivery."

"We couldn't take it to… when it's…"

Lord Burkisn's voice rose above the others, shrill and irritated. "Where the hell is that damn nanny? I paid twelve thousand credits for that overpriced whore…"

Elsi grimaced, realizing that she'd already pushed her luck too far, and knocked.

"Enter!"

Elsi eased her way into the room, head down with her eyes politely on her toes, hands folded chastely in front of her.

"About fucking time," he swore at her, which wasn't out of the ordinary. However, it WAS uncharacteristic of him to do so in front of business associates. Lord Harl Burkisn was tall and on the back side of middle aged with charmingly light blue eyes, chestnut hair streaked with grey at the temples, and impeccable jawline; handsome, really. He took great pride in his appearance. His usual suave, put-togetherness was a huge part of his professional image. "What took so long?"

Elsi lowered her head further in the perfect imitation of shame. "I came as soon as I was told, sir."

He growled under his breath, "Hetta…"

Elsi did nothing to confirm or deny the inference.

Thankfully, Burkisn moved on. He flicked his fingers to summon her closer. She obeyed without question.

Though her eyes were down, she quickly surveyed the room through her eyelashes. Her master was accompanied by two other men, a human and a twi'lek. They were reasonably well-put together, but their dark, closefitting clothes suggested mercenaries, not anyone high-ranking. They were all looming around Lord Burkisn's desk, upon which sat a large metal storage container.

Lord Burkisn led her to it and gestured for her to peer inside.

When Hetta had said that there was a baby, Elsi had assumed that it would be the child of another nobleman - perhaps a bastard that they didn't want their spouse to know about and were secreting away to live somewhere else.

She couldn't have been more wrong. Or confused.

It was a child, alright. A tiny green baby with massive bat ears held flat against a dirty brown sack of an overcoat. It was short, squat, and unlike anything Elsi had seen before.

The little creature was beyond pitiful; curled up in on itself like it was trying it's hardest to be swallowed up in the dirty sack that it wore, which was already much too big for it. It sat with its back to it's audience, pressing the front of its tiny green body into one corner of the box like it desperately wanted to hide.

It was awfully, awfully still.

Elsi's heart broke for it. She looked to her master for instructions.

Lord Burkisn seemed troubled. "Can you care for it?"

Elsi didn't like making promises. "I've cared for many children."

He scoffed and dragged a hand through his hair, making it stick out in every direction. "Yes. Yes. But this one?"

"I don't see why not. But…" She hesitated. "Is it alive?"

Burkisn whipped back around to study the child more closely. His eyes glittered nervously as his less practiced gaze caught what Elsi had seen at once: the unnatural stillness, how quiet it was. Children weren't supposed to act like that.

He turned and fixed the two couriers with a glare.

"Err…" The twi'lek shuffled nervously, very much out of his comfort zone. "Should be…"

"When did you last check?"

"This mornin'," the human said defensively. "It's been sluggish since we got it, but it hasn't done much since midweek. It just sits and stares."

"What changed then?"

"Nothin'! We kept in the landspeeder, just like always - "

"On Hays Minor? It's freezing there! And you just left it in the speeder?" Burkisn accused, dark eyes thunderous with disgust. "This precious, EXPENSIVE asset? And you've treated it so carelessly? Can you even BEGIN to understand what they'll do to m… to YOU… if it perishes? Do you change it? When's the last time it had anything to eat? Have you bathed it recently?"

Rich, coming from a man that hadn't done any of those things for a child in his life. Elsi wasn't fooled by the righteous tirade. It had nothing to do with the baby's welfare.

"Is it alive or not?" He went on to demand. He was worried. While coming to the 'rescue' of something valuable could be beneficial, having the asset die while under his roof would be very, very bad indeed.

The courier closest to the crate reached out a gloved hand and gave the box a sharp shake. Elsi was no stranger to cruelty; her expression didn't change.

The baby gave a barely audible squeak as it was loosened from its makeshift safe spot. Other than that, it's only response was to weakly shift to press its face back into its corner.

"See?" The twi'lek said triumphantly. "It's alive."

The poor thing was half frozen. Lonely and terrified. No wonder it was sick.

Elsi grit her teeth, anxious to be rid of the other adults so she could take over.

"If it's sick, shouldn't we take it to a medical facility?" The human courier piped up. His eyes ghosted over Elsi's form appraisingly. "No offense, but why're we just giving it to a house slave?"

Burkisn sniffed. "You've lost the right to make those decisions. And do you think I'd let my daughter, my own flesh and blood, be cared for by any less than the best?" He prodded Elsi roughly in the shoulder. "Your credentials."

Elsi's collar felt tighter than usual. It was the same practiced spiel she'd given to potential buyers since she was twelve, and she delivered it with less emotion than a droid. "Educated by the Flirkgen Order of Servitude, First Class. I am trained in all forms of childcare from birth to adulthood, including, but not limited to: childbirth, nursing, emergency first aid, education, and nutrition. To date, I have cared for…"

Burkisn silenced her with a wave of his hand. "You see? We can't risk calling for a doctor, anyhow. The asset doesn't exactly blend in, does it? And if they found out it…"

He cut himself off. Elsi didn't bother wondering who 'they' were.

"Can you care for it?" Burkisn repeated. "Nurse it back to health?"

"I'm not a doctor, master," Elsi said warily. She wouldn't know the full extent until she'd had a chance to look it over properly, but the poor creature already seemed half dead to her. "But I will certainly do my best."

"Good. It's settled." He clapped his hands with an air of finality. "You'll make it your top priority. All of your other duties are suspended till further notice."

That was fine by her, so long as she didn't have to be the one to tell Hetta. The child did NOT like sharing anything, especially the slaves that were at her beck and call. There were other childminder's in the household that were more than qualified to care for the master's child, but none of them were Elsi.

Elsi bowed deep. "Yes, master."

We waved her away. "Take it, then. I'll inquire later as to your progress."

With a final curtsy, Elsi bustled forward and picked up the crate, closing the lid in hopes of making the little creature feel a little safer. The metal was icy cold against her skin. Without a moment to spare, she hurried out of the room.

~0~0~0~ .

Elsi was exhausted.

The skin under her collar still burned, the already tender skin actively being rubbed raw by the collar every time she moved her head. Every muscle in her body threatened to give out at a moment's notice. She moved in constant fear that the next step would be the one to send her sprawling to the ground.

She wasn't sure she wanted to suffer that brand of embarrassment today. Not that she had much pride left after a lifetime of humiliation and servitude, but she already had enough to worry over.

She stumbled a few times, but didn't fall. She kept walking.

After several hours, their pace had begun to slow. With every step, a little of the strength she'd pretended to have was leached away. It took everything she had to put one foot in front of the other.

The Mandalorian didn't comment, but Elsi noticed how the brisk, utilitarian pace he'd originally set had dwindled to something that was clearly designed to accommodate her. She appreciated, yet hated it.

Being thought of as weak was usually a good thing. But it wasn't in this case because it was the truth. Being underestimated gave her an edge, one that - staring at the tattered, dirty cloak of the silent wall of armor that stalked silently ahead of her - she wished she still had.

The baby finally settled down, tired from the day. He sat in his bassinet, nibbling his cloth frog and peering out at the changing scenery. His dark eyes flickered as he sought out the lizards that occasionally darted across their path.

Elsi knew he must be getting hungry. She was, too. Their last shared meal had been that morning, and it was well into late afternoon now. Elsi was used to functioning on very little; years of being fed the bare minimum had taught her to ignore the empty gnawing in her gut.

She didn't want the baby to have to learn the same way she did, but had a feeling that the Mandalorian wanted to get somewhere specific before nightfall. The canyons weren't exactly the best place to spend the night. Too many places for an enemy to hide.

She would wait until then before asking for a brief respite to feed her charge.

As if to confirm her suspicions about the canyons, the Mandalorian suddenly came to a halt. He lifted a gloved hand, cautioning Elsi to do the same. It was unnecessary, of course, because she'd heard it as well.

A near-silent footstep. The soft clink of a rock being kicked out of place and knocking into another. A quick, panted breath.

Then silence.

Elsi cast a warning glance at the baby, who didn't need to be directly told to stay silent. The adults' sudden tension was more than enough. He gripped his frog tighter.

Elsi watched the Mandalorian closely, taking note of the tension in his shoulders, waiting for some kind of signal.

She saw the Mandalorian's hand ghost over his blaster.

When the first bounty hunter exploded out of the shadows, Elsi was already on the move. While the Mandalorian met the threat, both of them, head on, Elsi made a beeline for the bassinet.

Sand flew as the sound of battle echoed throughout the narrow canyon. The baby whined when she scooped him into her arms. She hushed him, giving him a little reassuring bounce before slinking away from the conflict.

The baby cried out, distraught. He'd tried to take his frog with him, but dropped it. Elsi cast a glance backward to see it lying prone in the sand, only a few meters away from where the bounty hunters fought.

She went on, melting into the shadows and through a passage in the canyon walls. Worst case, she could make him another.

Elsi turned twice down different paths before deciding they'd gone far enough. She leaned her back against the stone, tucking them away in a dip in the rock face. The sounds of the fight had faded, leaving the pair washed in a heavy silence. Elsi struggled to quiet her breathing, which rasped loudly in her throat as she fought to catch her breath.

The baby buried his face against her chest and grumbled.

"Froggy's fine," she sighed, tipping her head back against the rock and closing her eyes. "We'll get him in a minute."

From what she'd seen, the Mandalorian had been holding his own fairly well, so hopefully they'd be able to go back to the bassinet in a few minutes. Not that she wanted to go with the faceless hunter, but for now she preferred him to the others. At least she was almost certain that he didn't have any immediate plans for killing her or the baby.

Also, he had her fob. She couldn't go very far without it.

Suddenly, the Mandalorian was there. He appeared without warning, scaring the shit out of Elsi - though she'd never show it.

He was more or less unscathed except for a gash in his upper arm. It looked nasty, but he seemed unbothered.

His helmet ticked forward minutely. "You good?"

Elsi's response was collected and emotionless. "Yes."

The child chirruped to say that he was fine, too, thanks for asking.

The Mandalorian cocked his head slightly, then held something out to him. The baby's ears perked forward when he recognized the beloved patchwork frog sitting in the warrior's hand. He gave a squeal of delight and all but threw himself out of Elsi's arms to get it.

Elsi almost dropped him, but was able to adjust fast enough to prevent him from falling. With a weary sigh, she moved to place the baby back in his bassinet, which still floated obediently at the Mandalorian's elbow.

The baby hummed happily and snuggled down in his blankets, squishing Froggy against his cheek.

Elsi's quick eyes went back to the gash on the Mandalorian's arm, then lowered submissively, fixing on the diamond shaped indent on his cuirass. "Your injury looks painful. I can dress it, if it pleases you."

His shoulders settled back; in surprise, Elsi thought.

"It's fine," he rasped. "We need to keep moving."

Elsi didn't argue.

. ~0~0~0~

Despite the awkwardness of the box, Elsi took the steps of the narrow servants' staircase two at a time, doing her best not to jostle the baby.

She winced and murmured an apology when she accidentally bumped it against a wall as she turned a corner, feeling the occupant slide from one corner to another.

Elsi bumped the door to her room open with her hip, and then closed it with her foot. As the head child-minder of a prestigious household, she had been granted her own quarters. She was still a slave, so it wasn't much: a small bed, a fireplace, a couple of chairs, a minuscule refresher, and a table that was covered with her current sewing projects.

She swept the half-finished articles of clothing off the table without a second thought, no longer caring if they got trampled and dirty, then sat the crate gingerly in their place.

Finally alone, Elsi flipped open the lid. Now she was closer, she caught a whiff of what could only have been the child; an unpleasant mix of bodily waste and mildew.

A distraught sigh hissed between her teeth. Elsi cautiously moved to pick up the baby.

The baby seemed to know she was coming and pressed itself more firmly into the corner. She crouched beside the table so that she was level with the box, reaching out tentatively towards the cowering child to smooth the fuzz on the back of its head.

The baby squeaked weakly, somehow succeeding in making itself look smaller. Elsi recoiled. Time was at the essence, but the last thing it needed was to be frightened even more.

"It's okay," Elsi hummed in her most reassuring voice, the same tried-and-true one used to soothe nightmares. She settled back just enough to kneel in the chair and rested her forearms on the edge of the crate.

The baby whined.

"Hey, hey. Shhh," she murmured, reaching out again and brushing her knuckles gently down the baby's spine. It quivered. She repeated the motion, "It's okay. You're okay. Shh."

The baby gave a plaintive squeak that was muffled by the side of the crate.

"Yeah, I know you're cold," she crooned. "Will you let me warm you up?"

The baby didn't comment, but it did turn its head, daring to peer at her with dark, watery eyes. Elsi noted the crusty discharge that had dried at the corners. Then the dampness of its nose.

"Can I hold you?" She asked, holding out her hands to it expectantly.

The baby squeezed its eyes shut.

Elsi figured that it was the closest thing to permission she was going to get. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around the baby's middle and lifted. He weighed next to nothing; she could wrap her hands all the way around him. She immediately transferred him to her chest, tucking his fuzzy head under her chin. Tiny claws curled into the fabric covering her collarbones.

Holding him in place with one hand, she bustled around the room, humming softly for the baby's sake as she unearthed cloth diapers, towels, and wash rags.

She took the supplies to the refresher, where she spread out one of the towels on the counter next to the sink, which she then filled partway with warm water. The child was far too small to consider using the tub.

Careful to cradle his head, Elsi eased the baby down on the counter. His sallow green skin stood out starkly against the fluffy white towel. The child stared up at her blankly through half-closed eyes.

"We're gonna get you clean, m'kay? The water's nice and warm for you. Then maybe you'll feel a little better. That sound good?" She explained to him kindly, but he only blinked in response.

The baby was heartbreakingly easy to manipulate out of his clothes, making her suspect that he was used to being handled roughly. She made a point to be as gentle as possible.

"Do you like bubbles?"

Before his bath, Elsi wiped him down and checked for injuries. He didn't react much to the water, leaning heavily into the hand that was keeping him propped up while she smoothed his skin with the gentlest soap she had and ran a kitten-soft washcloth over his ears.

After, she wrapped him in a small clean blanket instead of redressing him. His tiny robes would need to be cleaned before she would even consider putting them on him again, and even then, they were past use.

She would make him others, but that would take some time.

She laid him against her chest, lifting one of his little three-fingered hands to her lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. Elsi toed off her shoes and settled down on her bed. The baby snuffled a little, but otherwise stayed quiet as she tugged the other blanket over top of them both.

He felt much warmer now, at least. Elsi nuzzled the top of his head, breathing in the gentle smell of flowers from the soap. The baby mumbled softly before blinking his eyes closed.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. Elsi rubbed her hand up and down his back. Pressed kisses to the top of his head. Stoked his ears. Hummed a lullaby. Then another.

It seemed that he had given up, but children could be dazzlingly resilient. As awful as he seemed now, he could be up and playing in a day or two. She'd seen it before. Hopefully, a little love and attention would be enough to breathe a little life back into the poor little runt.

She wasn't optimistic, but that wouldn't stop her from trying.

~0~0~0~ .

The trio walked well into the evening, not stopping until the canyons were far behind them and they were surrounded by nothing but flat, rocky plains.

Elsi saw the logic. Out here, nothing could sneak up on them. The Mandalorian would see or hear anything a long time before it became an active threat.

Though she appreciated the strategic value of the decision, she loathed the bounty hunter for forcing them to travel so far before resting.

The last of the sun's rays were fading below the horizon, painting the desert in a myriad of lovely violet hues. The Mandalorian chose a flat-ish expanse of rock to kneel down, producing a collapsible lantern. He set it down at the center of the space and turned it on, casting them all in an orange glow.

"We'll camp here tonight."

Music to Elsi's ears. She all but collapsed to the ground, disguising her exhaustion as productivity by immediately starting to dig through the russack bag. She found the water and two jerky ration packs that she and the baby would share. She uncorked the water and drank, nursing it to make it last.

"Muu?"

The last few hours had them walking directly into the setting sun, prompting Elsi to close the bassinet shutters so as to offer the baby some shade. He'd been quiet for the most part, but now that they'd stopped moving, he seemed to have enough reason to draw attention to the fact that he still was still secluded.

"Muuuu?" Muu? A soft, drawn-out squeaky sound, always turned up at the end like a question. It was the baby's name for his caretaker. It was cute, really. So much better than Nan.

Elsi forced herself back to her feet, ignoring the screaming of her aching muscles in favor of retrieving the baby. When the shutters peeled away, he rewarded Elsi with a wide, toothy grin.

Mood slightly improved, she got him out, but also tugged the bassinet over to where she'd been sitting: away from the Mandalorian.

The baby trilled conversationally at the bounty hunter, who continued ignoring him. In the time it had taken Elsi to get the baby and sit back down, the Mandalorian had removed his cuirass and sat prodding at its inner workings with a tool from his belt.

The baby was entranced by the occasional shower of sparks tossed into the air as the Mandalorian worked, but not so much that he was distracted from consuming every morsel of food Elsi placed in his greedy little hands.

She figured that she ought to hurry. While she was no expert on Mandalorians, she was vaguely aware of the limitations regarding the helmet. He hadn't been able to eat or drink all day, and while Elsi didn't really care much for his welfare, she knew she would if he became frustrated and decided to take it out on her. He could also die from heatstroke, which would essentially trap her and the baby in the middle of the desert.

Until a better option presented itself, he was their best bet.

Elsi didn't give two shits about seeing his face. She had better things to worry about than satisfying basic curiosity - especially curiosity that could end with him killing her out of rage. If he simply asked her to not look, she wouldn't. As her (temporary?) owner, he could also order her not to look, and she'd have no choice but to obey.

But she didn't think he would do either. The Mandalorian would probably wait until they'd both fallen asleep to remove his helmet; which was absolutely no problem for Elsi - she was already half-asleep sitting up. The baby was a little trickier. Elsi would have to make sure he was asleep before settling down herself.

Luckily, the baby hadn't slept much throughout the day. By the time he finished eating, he was snuggling into Elsi's shoulder, making the soft little grumbling noises he made when he was tired.

Elsi hummed to him, soft enough that only he could hear, rubbing his back in time with the melody. It was an old slave song, one she distantly remembered her mother singing for her when she was fussy and small.

The humming also kept the baby from hearing the sounds that the Mandalorian was making. Forgoing Elsi's offer to clean and dress the wound on his arm, he'd settled on cauterizing it with the same tool he was using to repair his armor.

It looked painful. She almost insisted that he stop and let her tend him, but then remembered that she didn't care.

Elsi tucked the sleeping baby in the bassinet, ensuring he was snuggly wrapped in his blankets and clutching his stuffed frog before she closed the shutters.

Confident that he would sleep through the night, Elsi lay down on the stony ground with the russack bag tucked under her head. Mindful to keep her back to the Mandalorian, she allowed her exhausted and abused body to finally rest.

~0~0~0~ .

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lovin’ me, touchin’ me

Fun Fact: Reputation is my least favorite TS album. But when I listened to it again looking for inspo, all I could dig up was smut. So… there’s that…

Welcome to your midweek smut break! I wrote this to take place early season 13 before Alex’s trial. I am constantly upset that we didn’t get more Jolex steamy scenes so ya know… I decided to take matters into my own hands. Don’t Blame Me just seemed like the perfect song for them, especially in that moment and how everyone’s opinions constantly affected their view on things Also I literally never ever write smut so this might be weird but bear with me, I’m expanding my horizons this week. AND THIS WEEK ONLY SO DON’T ASK FOR THIS AGAIN. And without further ado, the smutty Reputation fic that came out of nowhere.

TW// Sexual Content. That’s it, that’s literally the whole fic. Sorry not sorry.

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

“Jo. What’re you doing here?”

Alex stared at Jo, standing in his doorway with a sad expression. He hadn’t seen her in weeks, not this close anyways. The times they had passed each other in the halls at work, they had both looked away and avoided interaction. The longing glances and barely spoken words were wearing him down, his heart jumping at the mere sight of Jo standing less than three feet away from him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Alex looked around, as if waiting for one of their friends to jump out and tell them how bad of an idea it was that they were together. “You shouldn’t be with me.”

“Would you shut up,” Alex is shocked by Jo’s straight forwardness, her eyes meeting his as they stand under the dim porch light. The look she has is one he’s seen many times before, but he tries to convince his brain that Jo’s eyes aren’t filled with lust and wanting right now, there’s no way they could be. “You should know by now that I don’t care about what anyone else says. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can’t have my last memory with you be something horrible. I can’t play through that every time someone mentions your name.”

Alex watches in confusion as Jo steps forward, one hand coming up to his cheek as she fixes him with the look he had tried to tell himself wasn’t there. It was filled with longing and desire, her eyes dark and cloudy as she met his. He missed this, the feeling of Jo being so close to him. He restrains himself from touching her, his hands almost trembling as she takes the final step towards him, her chest hitting his as his eyes close.

“Just one more time,” Jo whispers, her lips ghosting over Alex’s momentarily. His hands come to her hips as if by a magnetic force, fingers already brushing up under the hem of her shirt. “Please Alex, just one night.”

His lips don’t verbally answer her, instead they close the small gap between hers and pull her into a searing kiss. He won’t say it out loud, but Alex needs this just as much as Jo does. And so, Alex tries to use the two beers and the shot of tequila he had earlier as an excuse. Because that makes it easier, right? That makes things easier to explain when his conscience decides to start beating him up later. So he blames the alcohol. He blames it as he pulls Jo through the doorway, as his hand skates up and under her shirt. He blames it as he lets her hands claw from his toned stomach down under his sweatpants, his fingers finding their way to curl against her heat as hers find his hardness. Alex knows better than anyone that he shouldn’t be doing this, but he needs the comfort of holding the love of his life one more time, of having a solid memory of her in his arms. Whatever tomorrow and the next day bring, he needs this with her.

“Upstairs, please,” Jo’s words are breathy, punctuated with moans as Alex’s tongue slides down to her neck, his hardness still pressing against her hands with a roaring urgency. “Take me to bed, Alex.”

He doesn’t need any more confirmation, Alex quickly hoisting Jo up and letting her wrap her legs around him as he climbed the stairs easily. His mind quickly flashes to the first time he carried her up these same stairs, but he brushes the thought off quickly. His lips are still on her neck, marking his way down her collar bone with a trail of love bites that are bound to be blue and purple tomorrow. Mine. All mine. No matter what, you’re mine.

They stumble through the doorway of his room, Alex fervently pressing Jo against the wall as he kicks the door shut again. Her hands are desperately clawing at his shirt, finally pulling it off of his body as he leans back just enough to allow it. Their eyes meet briefly, the uncertainty shining from both of them before Jo’s lips are pressed against his neck, her words soft and slow as her nails gently rake against his now naked back.

“Please, Alex. Make love to me, one more time. Please.”

The pleading words are all it takes for Alex to move from hot and heavy to slow and sensuous. His hands move from Jo’s waist up her back, sliding underneath her shirt one last time as he pushes it up with his hands. It’s gone before he can lay her on his bed, thrown across the room in a blur as his lips trail from her neck down her body. He kisses tenderly at the lace edges of her bra, torturing the sensitive skin there with his teeth as Jo bites back a moan.

Her hands are clawing at his back desperately now, Jo’s moans growing as his tongue darts underneath the black lace to tease her nipples. The rosy peaks push against the fabric of her bra and Alex desperately reaches behind her to unclasp it and throw it clear across the room. With newfound access, Alex fully envelopes one of Jo’s breasts with his tongue, teeth darting out to bite lightly at her nipple. One of his hands comes up to tease her other breast while the other floats down to release the clasp on her jeans.

“Alex,” the moan is breathy and not all there, Jo’s hand sliding down Alex’s body to grasp at him through his sweatpants once more. He grins as his fingers slip beneath the denim and the lace of her panties, finding her center easily and eliciting another moan from her. “I need you, please.”

“Are you sure Jo? I…,” Alex meets Jo’s eyes once more, hers glancing up at him with a certainty he doesn't think he's ever seen. “I fucked up, you don’t want me.” Jo’s face softens at his words, her arms and legs working in tandem to quickly flip him onto his back. She’s leaning over him now, her bare chest pressed to his as her lips ghost up his neck and towards his ear. The sensation makes Alex close his eyes in pleasure, Jo’s hands still desperately working down the band of his sweatpants, fingertips caressing the delicate skin under the fabric.

“I just want you, no one else. Nothing else, you're all that matters to me.”

Alex’s body relaxes at Jo’s words, allowing her to finally rid him of the sweatpants in one fell swoop. Her jeans fall next and before he can comprehend what she’s doing, Jo is straddling his waist, his erection straining painfully against his boxers as her wet heat presses against him. Their lips meet again and Alex has to physically hold back the groan waiting in his throat. His fingers drift further and further up Jo’s exposed skin until his fingers are pinching at her nipples, a loud moan inviting Alex’s tongue into her mouth. Alex tries to wrangle his desire in but he finds that he can’t with the way that Jo is moving on top of him. He lets one hand fall from her breast to the waistband of her panties, pushing the thin fabric down and off of her as his fingers dip into her wet heat again.

Jo breaks apart from Alex then, her pleasure and moans too much for her as she writhes on top of him. He flips them back quickly, Jo’s back pressing into the mattress as Alex moves his fingers in a slow dance against her. His free hand moves to her hips to hold her in place as she moves restlessly against him, desperately aching for more friction. Taking the note from her, Alex slips his boxers off and kneels over Jo with a smirk.

Their eyes meet one last time, Jo’s cloudy with lust and that look of love that Alex had missed so badly. He presses their lips together as he surges forward, coming together with Jo in ways he had only fantasized about for weeks on end. He can feel her hands on him, one tangling in his hair and the other scraping down his back harshly. Alex relishes the feeling of Jo’s nails against him as he pumps steadily in and out of her, the slight pain assuring him that she is indeed real and not a daydream. The moans of his name coming from her urge him on, one hand coming to tangle in her hair as his lips move down her neck and biting down softly.

“Oh god, Alex,” Jo’s words barely make it out, her breath hot against Alex’s neck. Her legs move to wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into her as she writhes against his bare chest. “Yes, yes. God yes.”

He presses into her harder then, hands pushing her hips into the mattress quickly as his pace moves faster. Alex can see one of her hands reaching carelessly down in search of her clit, but he brushes it away and snakes his hand down to rub her hotly. Her breaths come quickly, pants and moans leaving her as Alex buries his face in the crook of her neck.

This is what she wanted, he thinks. This moment of just them coming together in a dance they had practiced more than enough. It was comforting, the feeling of her skin against his as they moved together. This is the comfort that Jo had so desperately craved and Alex understood now why she wanted it so badly.

“I love you Jo,” Alex’s words are almost lost as his lips brush against her shoulder, but the small cry she lets out signals to him that she heard him. “I love you so much, I always will.” She breaks then, falling over the edge and contracting against Alex as she moans his name. Her hands find purchase on his upper arms as he continues to move above her, his body quickening its pace as he chases his own release.

“Alex, Alex,” his name tumbling from Jo’s gently parted lips is all it takes for Alex to come apart, spilling into her as his teeth sink into the soft skin above her breast. “I love you too, oh god, I love you so much.”

It’s quiet then, only the sounds of their deep breathing filling the room. Alex’s lips are moving softly against Jo’s chest, his lips trailing up to her neck and then her cheeks. The soft and smooth skin is wet and it’s then that Alex realizes that Jo is quietly crying. His fingers brush against her cheek, trying to swipe away the tears but her fingers wrap against his and hold his hand steady. Eyes moving to meet Jo’s, Alex leans his forehead against hers as they stare at each other in a deafening silence.

“Please,” the word comes out so quietly that Alex is sure if he wasn’t listening so intently he would’ve missed it. “Please don’t leave me, I can’t- Alex please. I need you, more than just one night. I need you forever.”

The words stir something in Alex, his head nodding wordlessly as his lips find Jo’s again. There’s an unspoken promise between the two as they fall into their all too familiar rhythm, bodies moving in tandem as they chase their joint release once more. Jo’s voice calls out Alex’s name again and again and he knows then that it’s more than lust or the heat of the moment. She’s begging, pleading with him not to leave her like she’d been left so many times before.

“I got you, I’m not leaving, I swear.”

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This would imply to ensure that a guess on the favored staff on the unfold to win they would need to win by more than 6.5 points in order to win the bet. It also means that a guess on the underdog staff would win if the underdogs lost by lower than 6.5 points or won the sport outright. Major League Soccer the highest soccer league within the United States and Canada has expressed sports betting as a potential way to achieve popularity.

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Below we can see an instance of set handicap odds listed at Paddy Power for an upcoming match between Caroline Wozniacki and Svetlana Kuznetsova. Set winner betting works the identical as match winner betting, except that somewhat than betting on the outcome of a complete match, you're solely betting on the outcome of a person set. In this example, we will see that Nadal is at very brief odds to win the opening set of the match.

The grass floor favours some gamers while other gamers have styles appropriate for clay or onerous courtroom. Clay is the slowest of the ATP surfaces and exhausting courtroom is considered the middle ground. Take these components into consideration when putting bets and which surfaces favour a selected players type. Likewise, it is necessary to remember past matches between the 2 players. Some gamers might be thought of of lesser expertise in the tournament, however generally they have a playing fashion that troubles players that others consider to be of far greater capability.

Thus, while Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer have typically entered the French Open ranked #1 in the world, Nadal has typically been the overwhelming favourite within the match. The handicapping, sports odds info contained on this website is for entertainment purposes solely. Please verify the wagering laws in your jurisdiction as they differ from state to state, province to province and country to country.

Tennis futures bets can be very entertaining as a result of you are able to observe a participant via the event or the yr. Continuing with the Medvedev vs Djokovic example, the entire is ready at 40.5 games. If you suppose it will be a long, drawn-out match, bet on over. If you assume one player will dominate and that the match might be over quickly, ideally resulting in a straight units win, guess on beneath. All you care about with these bets is the whole video games performed within the match.

PointsBet has listed 42 completely different outcomes on the ladies’s facet versus 27 completely different outcomes on the men’s. Remember, we are trying to predict who would possibly win the Australian Open in 2021. At the time of writing, this sportsbook thinks there are considerably fewer males who stand a chance of profitable than ladies. It is simply much harder to beat the best gamers in a 5-set format. The males’s and women’s draws are played concurrently at the Grand Slams and 4 other premier obligatory tournaments annually, with equal prize cash provided to each genders. premier league tips The males’s Association of Tennis Professionals Tour and the Women’s Tennis Association Tour play most different tournaments separately and for various amounts of prize cash, with a few exceptions.

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This is a tip for the gamers that are either playing tournaments or want to bounce into the aggressive side of issues. Whether you are a superstitious participant like Nadal or a cool and calm player like Federer, make yourself comfy on the tennis court. If you are at any stage of your tennis journey, whether or not you are a beginner, intermediate and even advanced, I have compiled an inventory of 20 ideas which is able to certainly take your sport to the following stage. For all the superior players on the market who assume the following pointers might simply be too basic, I advise you to read through the article.

Make positive you let them know the sneakers are for enjoying precise tennis. This easy tennis tip will assist you to get your photographs exactly where you want them. If their pictures seem to fall in the middle of the courtroom as an alternative of the baseline…grasp on the market as an alternative. You will wish to know tips on how to change your serves and strokes on a windy day when in comparison with enjoying in stillness. Be prepared by playing on plenty of different courts and in all forms of weather.

The spin will hold the ball within the service box, while making it more difficult to return. 3.When running to a ball from one corner to the opposite, take a few large strides large at first, and then swap to smaller steps as you get into place to hit the ball. Those quicker, smaller steps will allow you to keep balanced and permit you to make essential changes for dangerous bounces, wind, and so forth. Visit Tennis to be taught more about tennis packages, coaches and the Tennis Centre at North Vancouver Recreation and Culture. If there's a doubt about courtroom web dividers remaining open or closed, the preference is given to teams who wish to maintain the nets closed. Even if you’re on the way to accessing your court, please don’t discuss in your telephone or keep on loud conversations.

Because it is so fun to play, teammates have a good time with one another and the relationships among them get stronger and stronger. It is key that group members have great hyperlinks and chemistry among one another. I think that one of the simplest ways to inform if the courtroom has the correct size is to play some video games and look when you really feel snug with the dimensions. The return of serve is a troublesome shot until your opponent has a extremely unhealthy serve. The ball is coming at you at a very different angle than you're used

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