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sturnioloskyline · 2 months

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This one’s for matheeeeewww🙃

After the Sam and Colby video reader is paranoid and makes Matt stand outside the bathroom while she uses it because she scared to do anything alone..

watch guard

pairing: matt x fem!reader

warnings: paranormal activity, paranoia, anxiety, language, kissing, extremely fluffy, not proofread

summary: while ghost-hunting with the triplets and sam & colby, you get scared and need someone to look out for you.

thank u for the request, anon! 🤗

you, matt, nick, and chris had been looking forward to this moment for a while. today, the four of you were collaborating with sam & colby in the driskill hotel, famous for being haunted by many spirits.

although you were very excited to make content with sam & colby, you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about the ghost-hunting aspect. you always believed in ghosts and spirits, and paranormal activities just seemed risky. the last thing you ever wanted to do was piss off a ghost.

the six of you stood in the lobby of the hotel, planning out the next portion of the video. you were going to split up into groups to use different methods all around the hotel.

“okay, here's how we're gonna split up,” colby told the group, glancing around at each of us. sam stood next to him, recording the interaction on his camera. "sam and nick, y/n and matt, and me and chris."

everyone looked to each other and nodded. you silently celebrated being paired with matt. you were already nervous, and matt was the one person who could possibly ease your nerves at the moment. the two of you were sent to the fifth floor, the most haunted floor in the hotel. sam and colby gave the two of you equipment and a camera, and sent you off.

you and matt entered the elevator, waving goodbye to the rest of the group as the door slowly moved shut. matt leaned over and hit the fifth floor button, stepping back and taking a deep breath the calm his own nerves before looking at you.

you were staring at the ground, zoned out. you chewed on the skin of your thumb while bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet, both telltale signs of your anxiety. matt eyes immediately softened when he saw the way your eyebrows were furrowed in worry, his own fears dissipating so that he could focus on you.

"baby," matt stepped over to you, tucking a few loose strands of your hair out of your face. you snapped out of your trance to look at him, relaxing solely at the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your cheek. "what's wrong?"

you bit the inside of your cheek, shuffling closer to matt. matt let his arms wrap around you, resting his chin atop your head.

"matt, i'm scared," you admitted, blushing lightly out of embarrassent. matt chuckled and pulled away, kissing your forehead.

"i know, i get it," matt affirmed, grazing his fingers up and down the side of your arm. "all of this ghost shit is creepy. but i'll be by your side the whole time, baby. you have nothing to worry about."

you smiled at matt's sweetness, causing him to grin back. you stepped up on your tiptoes, closing your eyes and puckering your lips expectantly. matt's grin grew as he closed the gap in between you, sealing your lips with a sweet kiss.

suddenly, the elevator dinged, opening to the fifth floor. matt took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers for security. he led the two of you out into the hall, walking around and keeping an eye out for anything interesting.

the longer you explored the floor with matt, the more you began to feel the two drinks you had with dinner weighing on your bladder. you didn't want to inconvenience the group while you used the bathroom, so you decided that you'd better go now.

"matt?" you asked softly, lightly tugging on his hand. he stopped and turned to look at you, waiting to listen to whatever you had to say. you squirmed sheepishly under his gaze. "i need to go to the bathroom."

"oh, okay," matt kept hold of your hand while looking for any indication of a restroom nearby. however, the two of you were only surrounded by rows of hotel rooms. matt walked over to one, opening the door and holding it. "here, just go in here."

your fear immediately came rushing back. for some reason, the idea of using one of the hotel rooms was frightening. you had no idea what spirits were roaming around, and whether or not these rooms were connected to them. matt caught on to your reluctance, squeezing your hand to silently encourage you to tell him what's on your mind.

"what if the bathroom is haunted?" you shyly asked matt, chewing on your lip. matt smiled softly, not being able to help himself from finding your fear cute.

"i don't think anyone's gonna get mad at you for using the bathroom, y/n," matt reassured, chuckling. "but i'll be right there with you, if you want."

"please?" you smiled, causing matt's heart to swell. he pushed the door open for you, letting you enter the room before him. you walked over to the bathroom, turning to face matt. "okay, can you just stay by the door?"

"mhm!" matt nodded. you sighed, pushing the bathroom door closed. your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of being alone. but as if reading your mind, matt's muffled voice travelled through the door. "i'm right here, not going anywhere."

the small reassurance made blood rush to your cheeks, and the reminder of how much you loved matt made you forget about the potential spirits around you. you finished up in the bathroom, opening the door to find matt right outside the door, just like he said he would be.

you couldn't help yourself, sticking out your arms and wrapping them around matt's neck. matt's arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. he smiled into your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head. the two of you swayed softly in silence, enjoying each other's company, before matt slowly pulled away with a content sigh.

"should we go back to the lobby now?" you asked matt. he checked the time on his phone and nodded, taking your hand in his own and leading the two of you back.

"did we even get anything?" you giggled at matt, suddenly remembering the reason you had gone to the floor in the first place.

"just some random clips of us walking around," matt chuckled, shaking his head. "it's okay though, i had a good time."

you and matt looked at each other with love, enjoying the last few moments you had alone with each other in comfortable silence. matt kept hold of your hand, occasionally squeezing it to signal his affection.

"i love you," he whispered when you two were in the elevator.

"i love you too, matt."

...

author's note: no one asked but i just want to let you know that i write by splitting my screen between tumblr and cody ko

#sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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kitsuvil · 2 years

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childe - angsty sibling hc

(in which you're his younger sibling, watching him grow into the person we know now)

i don't remember when exactly he stopped showing up home. it had started with him coming back later than usual... yet soon after he just refused to return.

my last memory of him is the time i caught him running through the streets of snezhnaya. covered with blood. quite unpleasant, i know. but was i surprised? not in the least. i'd been warning him to not get into trouble. even after being the younger sibling, i was the one to keep him in check. i was the only one trying, to keep him in check. the whole family seemed to give up on him, save for the young children who didn't understand. but the rest of us were smart enough to know he was up to no good.

nowadays, when i hear tales of a mighty harbinger, one so fierce that he would beat you to a pulp upon meeting, laughing all the while, i'm forced to sit and smile. who am i to say that what he's doing is wrong. i'm no better, trying to hold a blind eye to the bullshit going on around me. everything is going to pure chaos, yet here i am choosing to live in a fake world with the rest of my family.

on the rare occasion he comes home, he brings gifts. that cost loads of money, might i add. but i won't question his ways of getting said money. i will enjoy the gifts, smiling and lauging along with the rest of our lovely family.

today happens to be one of those days. i don't want to look him in the eyes. the cold eyes that seem to have lost all life. i don't want to conversate with him, but his voice grows louder in my ears.

'i'll excuse myself for a bit, i need some fresh air, sorry,"

i get up, promptly grabbing my jacket and heading into the cold. as long as i don't have to see that bastard, i'll be fine.

or so i thought.

because right behind me, another figure chooses to go through the door.

"so, y/n, how has holding down the fort with mom and dad been?"

"well hello, ajax. it's been fun, without you of course." i grit through my teeth.

"now where is this coming from? why so hostile to your own big brother?"

"i don't know, maybe i don't want to be on the best terms with someone like you."

that shut him up.

the two of us sit on the steps outside, watching the snow fall in silence.

as much as i hate to say it, it's a comfortable silence. both of us are reminiscing on the good and bad memories we share. the times when we were both young and innocent, making snow angels in the backyard and drinking hot tea after getting scolded for being in the cold too long. the times when we were out ice fishing with dad, trying to get the better fish so we could beat each other. how did it turn out like this?

"look, i'm sor-"

"i don't want to hear your lame excuse of an apology. the only sorry i'll accept from you is either when you leave the fatui or you find yourself six feet under."

"that's harsh."

"that was the point, idiot."

"you know i can't leave the fatui, y/n."

"well then maybe you shouldn't have left home and fell into the abyss. your first mistake was learning how to fight. you can never forget that knowledge."

"maybe you're right. but thank you for keeping my identity secret, even if things are like this, i promise that one day i'll become someone worthy of calling big brother. "

"anyways, if you couldn't tell, i don't particularly want to talk to you right now, mr. tartaglia. i'm going back inside for some tea, let me know if you want a cup."

"of course i want a cup, can't have either of us getting sick, am i right?"

i scoff, leaving him on the doorsteps. sure his words are genuine, but i just can't accept them coming from a serial killer with no true emotion. i don't have the heart to tell him, but... i don't think i'll ever be able to accept him as a sibling.

no proofreading do u think i have the energy to do that anyways ty for reading darlings <3 i hate childe

#childe #ajax #genshin impact #genshin #tartaglia #angst #genshin angst #childe angst #i need sleep

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bxtchen-dxvil · 4 years

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⊱The Assistant⊰

✿➳sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ 'sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ' ᴛʜɪɴɢs.

✰➳❝ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ!ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ❞

THIS STORY IS PURE SMUT!

【✦✧✦】

The whole establishment was a great success. Years can lead to success, but instead in this time period took months. The Radio business has overpopulated all over Louisiana, all thanks to the great member of the staff. Alastor.

J A N U A R Y 13, 1924

Alastor was not only gifted by his buisness, he was also loved by the whole state of Lousiana. Especially by his beloved wife Charlotte. He got more fame and attention, and he slowly became addicted to it. But his manners and class made no differences. Just his interests.

Charlie is happy of course, but she felt very distance between her and her husband. So she shared the idea of being his little assistant, Alastor at first couldn't stand the fact of his Charlotte helping with a big buisness like that but then made up his choice and agreed with her.

But the distance between was still active. So her idea didn't really turned out like she expected.

There she was now, in a small office only taking the risk of getting the attention of her lover.

The blonde blushed brilliantly, holding her black bag strap tightly in her grasp "My apologies honey- I mean Mr. Alastor..."

The brunette stood there and set his hands on his hips and looked away, his hazel eyes narrowed anywhere behind his glasses "Hm...it's quite alright dear. Not like I'm running business here or anything."

She bit her bottom lip and looked down at the floor a moment before looking up at the towering man, swallowing dryly "I had to tend to Vaggie and the hotel, Sir. I promise, I won't be late again." He looked anywhere but her face "Same response as always sweetheart" Alastor replied "Charlotte darling, why do I ever give you foolish chances like these." He turned back to his office, waving his hand in a dismissive way "Just continue your work my dear" he says entering his office.

"Yes, Mr. Alastor. Sorry, Mr. Alastor" Charlotte repeated . She sighed heavily, shutting her eyes and shook her head on this horrid difficulty she is going threw with her lover. But as good as the money she was earning for being his personal assistant; still it was stressful on wining his love back.

They used to be so happy indeed, of course he still loved her now. But he just doesn't show it, his behavior of being a gentlemen and having chivalry was still alive in him, it's just his interests. Back then he did work as a radio host and with the time he had left he would spend it with his beloved Charlotte. But right now he doesn't have a minute nor a second to spare.

【✦✧✦】

Setting her purse down she pulled her scarlet colored coat off her shoulders and her raven colored fedora hanging both of the coverings on a rack, pulled out her reading glasses and slipped them onto the bridge of her nose before picking up the schedule of the 24 hour shift. Of course it was a chock full of things to do, and she sighed down at the print. Yes, working here was hard on her time period, personal and buisness, but it was worth it. The money she earned mostly went towards the hotel for an update, luckily for her lady friend Vaggie gave her a hand in need. But if Charlotte didn't have this job she probably couldn't afford all the supplies she needs in order for the rehabilitation of criminals to work.

But the main reason she is here because once again, she wants to get closer and closer to the love of her life.

She's one of those individuals who believe on what they adore. And so she smiled, keeping in mind that winning his attention back just needed hard work to prove that she still loves him.

【✦✧✦】

"I've got ten o'clock curphew" Alastor said as he strode down the long ruby hallway, Charlotte hurrying up to keep up since one stride from him equaled four of her own with her short legs "Call them up, cancel I'm not technically into the mood of moronic nonsense"

"B-but Alastor it took them six months to arrange this meeting with you" she pointed out, looking down at the planner.

He stood froze and looked back at her with a wide grin "Charlotte my dear, do I really look like I have a slight interest on what those twats would like to say to me?" He asked back, looking deep into her in the eye.

"Right...I'll call them and reschedule." The blonde woman pulled out a pencil and scribbled on the memo. She knew when she did this there would be verbal abuse down the phone; it was always like this. Nobody was ever pleased to be told this news about a meeting being cancelled, so they obviously shot the insults to his little manager.

"Oh and one last favor darling, please be up for security, a little fury menace keeps getting in here and I am NOT in the mood to see him today"

"O-of course A-alastor." She stammered. She made the way to her little office, situated down the hall from his main door and slumped down into her seat. It wasn't even nine o'clock and already she was feeling tired. Charlotte reached for the telephone and picked it up, having to make the necessary call to cancel the schedule meeting.

She hated moments like this.

The tele call effected just as she expected it to; they yelled at her, saying it had taken months to organize this meeting to push forward a buisness proposition to Alastor but all she could do is apologize.

【✦✧✦】

It was now six o' clock, and the blonde ran her fingers through her golden locks, unable to help but notice she had a few dozen split ends settling in. She huffed in annoyance. Before getting this job she didn't have split ends, or bags under her eyes, or anything like that. Maybe he was asking too much for her, but she couldn't quit.

Then there was an anonymous knock on her door "Come in!" She said as she continued doing her paperwork. She felt his gaze and lifted her head, hoping her blush wouldn't reveal that much "Mr. Alastor?" She asked "Is there something I can help you with?"

"My dear it's been a long day" he said, before reaching out and patted the top of her head "Take the rest of the day off sweetheart."

"Alastor hon it IS the end of the day." Charlotte said flatly. "Well take it and run it." Alastor grinned and kissed her on her rosie cheek. She sighed heavily as she dared as he walked away from her desk "Yes Mr. Alastor" before she excused herself, she set the reports on it's proper place.

Once everything was set, she removed her reading glasses and set them in it's case. Covering herself with her red coat and black fedora, she sighed to herself as she left the radio establishment.

【✦✧✦】

She drove to her white cottage, as she made it there she just dragged her feet. Letting her supplies just drop off her grasp once she got inside her warm location; uncaring where they landed. She than noticed a sticky not on her kitchen furniture. It was from Vaggie.

'Hey hon, it's me your friend Vaggie. I knew you would have a stressful day at work. And for a reward of your hard work, I brought you beignets. The finest in New Orleans!-Love Vaggie'

Charlotte smiled down at the note and enjoyed the special pastries her best friend brought her.

And so the rest of the week was a repeat like a VHS tape. Meetings rescheduled, the same twenty-four hour approach on the radio.

【✦✧✦】

J A N U A R Y 19, 1924

"Miss.Magne, I don't pay you for the slightest errors you know? I've told you I needed August files not July's..." Charlotte stood before his desk, a trolley of assorted binders and reports taking up the space. She had been sure he stated July's files; not August's.

"Charlotte honestly, this is no correct way to run buisness you know?" He commented. She looked deep into his eye and said "You said July..." She responded sharply "You even wrote it on your post!" She added.

He smirked "Hahaha my dear Charlotte Magne, perhaps your mixing other files with mine which counts as a mistake."

She looked genuinely shocked and said "Excuse me?! Don't lie to yourself Alastor! It really infuriating really!"

He still had his sinister grin tattooed on his lips as always "Oh mahogany my dear, absolute mahogany!"

"Listen here Al! And listen closely. I have to handle with your bullcrap twenty-four seven, bags under my eyes, split ends! And let's not forget those hurtful insults from the radio staff every time YOU have to reschedule the meetings!! But the main reason I had to keep up with this is because I want your love back just like before. I no longer see you as a husband. And I bet you don't look at me as your wife...you see me as an assistant, nothing else" she finally pointed out.

The brunette stood there, looking honestly shocked (still having his grin). Nobody had dared to talk to him in such way since he became a successful radio host.

He didn't had guilt because of the business topic she pointed out. The guilt bar inside him overflowed because he wasn't focusing on the love of his life. Was he really bad of a husband?

"...Are you giving notice?" He asked, his voice softened. Charlotte hadn't expected that response. She had been bracing herself for an explosive war between them. But no, it was the opposite.

"I-I-I don't know." Charlotte said quietly.

"Don't go" he said.

That shocked her; the girl's ocean eyes widened.

"Please don't leave" he grabbed her by her wrist. Gone was the busy radio host, replaced with a man who doesn't want his beloved to leave. He missed her...so much.

"J-just don't leave..." The blonde woman couldn't believe this successful man stammered for once. "Don't?" The girl asked, taking a tentative step towards him, her cheeks red as the rose.

"Dear, you obviously no longer want to stay by side don't you? Is it perhaps you have strong hatred towards me?" He asked. Charlotte shook her head with speed. She doesn't hate him. She can't hate him.

"What?" She squeaked "I don't hate you..."

"Darling it's alright just admit it, it'll make things simpler for you and our divorce..."

She wasn't lying. She still loved him and she'll always will. "NO AL! I don't hate you, I can't hate you!"

"Then how come your raising your voice?!" He said needing answers now.

"Because you keep on treating me like a toy instead of your wife!"

He kept silent-his grin now into a soft smile- he could feel cold shakes roaming down his long legs.

【✦✧✦】

He reached for her by holding her slender waist. Charlotte squeaked and took a step back but his hands held her wrists and forced them to go above her head. "W-what-" she started before he kissed his soulmate. Her eyes widened in shock as he held her there, heart racing within her chest. It has been a long while that he kissed her like this.

Alastor pulled away from her, his grip still on her wrists. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"...you just kissed me, you rarely even do that..." Charlotte stated the obvious. "And you didn't kiss back" Alastor said.

"W-well you hardly gave me time to prepare or anticipate it!" Charlotte said, face red as a cherry "Y-you surprised me!" She stated and giggled.

"So if I give you a fore warning would you return the favor?" He asked.

Charlotte didn't know what to respond to that. She pursed her lips together. How often had she dreamed of them kissing like they did before. Pushing his hands through her hair, holding against him and so many assorted activities....And yet here he was, kissing her in a French style, and she'd done nothing. Slowly she slipped her hands from his, and slowly slid his glasses off his face.

"Dear what're-" he started, before she was the one to kiss him this time. Alastor was unresponsive at first before he really hadn't thought this would happen. He had expected an awkward slap on his face from his beloved, but no it didn't happen.

It didn't last too long; she pulled herself away from him, smiling faintly. "You just need to work on your people skills..." She whispered.

"Well sweetheart, May I work on you?" He asked, although his tone sounded husky.

"Oh My, you did not just say that." The blonde giggled as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him in a way she used to dream of. "You're horrible!" She playfully smacked her fist against his chest.

"Well in case you don't know, you're the same amount of horrible as I am dear..." He grinned once more. She sighed and said "I always did have a thing for brunettes in glasses~" Charlotte dramatically declared, reaching up and gripped his collar and pulled him down so she could kiss him a second time. Hang being cautious. You only live once.

That probably explained why in such a short amount of time she had gone from being livid at the man to finding herself laying flat on his amber desk. His supplies and glass objects being sprawled out around her. She had somehow lost her white blouse and bra, some where along the line. Laying there flatly on his desk, the only object near her was his radio.

"Mr. Alastor! Your 10 o'clock meeting starts-" the audio calling out of his radio, but it was now silent when Alastor pressed the mute/decline button. He didn't care about them. He was now focusing on his doe.

【✦✧✦】

Her legs were propped out, wrapping around the man's chest as his face were buried between her breasts. Charlotte knew he despised sex but this time he wanted this, he wanted her. He was one of those men who don't do it until marriage. One of his hands, still gloved, squeezed one of them whilst the other gripped at her side.

Charlotte's face was flushed, well and truely, as her heart raced within her chest. Now this, this was the last thing she expected to have happen at work today. Yet here she was, his face pressing against her like this. His pointy nose nuzzling against her fragile flesh. She arched her back and mewled as he pinched one of her rosie buds, her body seemingly burning from the inside out.

"M-Mr. A-Alastor..." Charlotte whispered breathlessly, fingers gripping at his chestnut hair. "Mmffhh" was his answer, opening his mouth and ran his tongue up against one of her breasts before breathing against it, making her sensitive peachy skin shiver at his behaviour. His lips now attached to her neck, and the doe gave a whimper but that was nothing compared to when his hands slid underneath her high waisted black skirt, and his fingers teased and pressed against her panties. "Ah! A-Alastor!".

She squirmed, squeaked and called out his name. Oh his name, that's what he was craving. Those sounds escaping from her lips just gives him more dominance and more reasons to mark her and own her.

Her legs spreading like a scandalous kitten, as his fingers continued to probe against her but then he pulled away, and she whined. But he had a purpose of doing this. Alastor bit down against his gloves finger tips and pulled, yanking the white material away from his hands, exposing his bare palm. Then it returned, his fingers warm, though a little rough to touch, and she whimpered at his return.

He smashed his lips against her leg, up to her knee, then he made it his goal at her thighs. When he made it her thighs, he bit each of them with ownership, greed and in a monsterasity way. He knew her body was just screaming for him to claim and ravish her like a wolf. His hands explored her thighs and up to her hips, lifting up her skirt revealing her bare milky stomach and panties. He torn off her black skirt with no regrets, he wanted taste and bite her everywhere. Just leaving Charlotte with her undergarment and bare skin was enough for him to have eagerness.

Charlotte's arms around his shoulders tightly as she felt the sensation of his fingers work their way beneath her panties, not even bothering to remove them, as his fingers pushed into her. "Oh Charlotte d-dear...." He called out in a husky voice.

She shook her head one way to another, as the overwhelming amounts of pleasure that wracked her body continued.

He was a man who obviously knew what he was doing, and what he was performing leaded to a submissive girl. The dominance's fingers expertly touching her in ways that made her insides jitter. The submissive moaned, before pushing a hand against his shoulder. "Nnghh!" She arched but then his fingers left her. "W-what, why are you-" she got inturupted.

But then she got answer when his hands gripped her ankles and lifted them up, which caused Charlotte to fall back against his desk again, gasping in surprise when his mouth took up the place where his fingers had just been moments ago, still without removing her undergarment.

"MR. ALASTOR!" She cried out, genuinely shocked and surprised yet at the same time she had never felt so excited, or empowered.

That a man like this, so gifted, with so much proper influence on the world around him, would be on his knees before her, having her on his personal desk where he worked so hard every day, doing this to her.

She pressed her hands over face to not expose her red rose face. Her mind reacted when she felt his tongue fighting against her clit. Both of his hands were continuing gripping her ankles, meaning that he wasn't even tending to himself. He just wants to experience her in his own way, but it will only happen once in a while. He knew many hot-blooded vile men out there just want this carnal activities. But Alastor didn't seem to have interest in erotic events. But he is just doing this so he can prove that's she's already claimed and to scream out to New Orleans, Heaven including Hell who she belongs to.

The man in the red and pinch of white suit gave her wholesome and a pinch of hot pleasure.

The blonde's hips rocked against his mouth desperately, jerkily since he still hasn't returned control of her legs. She was so close now, insanely close and she almost felt guilty about it. She was at bursting point but him...But then he was sucking on her highly bundle of nerves.

Charlotte's body felt like it had been gutted, like a tree being burned from the inside out. Her chest is rising and falling in rapid succession, her legs felt like jelly, her skin tingling, the doe sighed heavily, she lazily opened her eyes to look up at him.

Alastor was leaning against his desk breathing at a heavy level, running his fingers into his lips, licking and sucking up the last pieces of her juices as if she had been some kind of desert he had enjoyed greatly. Charlotte quickly glanced at him and saw just how excited he was-telling with that huge grin.

Slowly she sat up, trying to catch her breath, as he stood there. "I...I can't believe you didn't hold back A-Al..." She said breathlessly. He looked back at her, their eyes meeting, "Well I just couldn't let my doe be there like a hopeless romantic could I? That wouldn't be gentlemen like!" He chuckled.

Charlotte gave a shaky laugh before sketching closer to him, quiet enjoying her bare body against his fabric. His hands wrapped around her, and pulled her trim body onto his lap. She squeled as he did so, then Alastor burried his face onto her amber long hair, enjoying her fragrance of strawberries and magnolias.

He started to rub her thighs softly with his finger tips and kissed her silky back "I love you so much Charlotte..." She smiled softly at him "I love you too Alastor but please..."

"Call me Charlie."

✧ T H E E N D ✧

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