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Stefan Kapicic 😍😭❤❤❤

[ottertastic95]

Stefan Kapicic 😍😭❤❤❤

[ottertastic95]

oneshot: Lalo x original female character

Tango in Temptation

Description: In a luxurious motel room, danger and desire blur boundaries in a sultry dance between Cat, the fiery redhead with a secret, and Lalo, the wealthy and enigmatic charmer with a taste for the forbidden.

Lalo's eyes dance with intrigue as he watches Cat. The room's atmosphere is thick with tension — a complex mix of danger, allure, and a forbidden pull they both sense.

Leaning against the door frame, Lalo's crisp white shirt contrasts against his dark skin. The room is a cocktail of opulence and the musky scent of his expensive cologne. "You know," he starts slowly, his voice dripping with a charm that belied the peril of their situation, "in another life, I might've been tempted by someone like you."

Cat, although defiant, feels the stirrings of a dangerous attraction. She's aware of the game he's playing, but she can't help but play along, if only to buy some time. "And who's to say I'd be tempted by someone like you?"

He chuckles, moving closer, the intensity in his eyes evident. "You're fire and ice, aren't you? Such spirit. It's... captivating."

She swallows hard, feeling cornered but refusing to show fear. Instead, she tilts her chin up slightly, her gaze unwavering. "I've heard all the lines, Lalo. But you can't have what doesn't want to be owned."

He reaches out, brushing a strand of her red hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on the nape of her neck. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, a confusing cocktail of fear, anticipation, and the surprising heat of attraction.

For a brief moment, their faces are mere inches apart, their breaths mingling. Cat's heart pounds loudly, the conflicting emotions threatening to consume her. The allure of the unknown, the allure of Lalo, pulls at her.

In a breathy whisper, she says, "What do you want from me?"

He grins, "A moment. A memory. A taste of the forbidden."

Torn between the burgeoning attraction and her loyalty to Casper, she pushes him away gently. "One dance. Nothing more."

The room fills with the sultry notes of a tango from a record player nearby. The two begin to dance, their movements fluid and electric, a dance of seduction and challenge. The world outside ceases to exist as they lose themselves in the rhythm and the rising tension.

As the music fades, their bodies are close, the dance ending with Lalo dipping Cat low, her hair cascading down. Their eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, the world stands still. Then, with great effort, she pulls away, her eyes teary, the weight of their forbidden encounter weighing heavily on her heart.

Lalo, ever the player, smirks. "A taste, as promised."

Cat nods, her voice barely a whisper. "A memory."

He watches as she exits, their shared moment a secret they'd both carry, a reminder of the complexities of human emotion and the fine line between danger and desire.

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Casper x Original Female Character Part 2

They sat on the grass taking in the golden view of the sunset, a little tipsy, but Casper was sat behind her, his legs opened, allowing her to lean back against him, almost cradling her. He enjoyed her sent; had missed it for so long, and now that they were alone together he could hardly control his arousal and attraction towards her. He again kissed the side of her neck, making her quiver and lean further into him. His free hand travelled down towards her navel, caressing, teasing her until she squealed in protest, causing him to grin and gently bite her neck. “Shall we go back?” he asked cautiously. “Please” she answered.

The path back to the hotel was a blur. Every step was a race against the pull of their mutual desire. Inside their room, boundaries vanished. In one smooth motion, Casper lifted Cat, and her legs found their place around his waist. Their kisses deepened, the intensity only paralleled by the rising urgency of their hands.

Cat's fingers found their way under Casper’s shirt, drawing soft sounds from him. Answering her silent plea, he shed his shirt, letting the warmth of their bare skins meet. Their breathing became erratic as they lost themselves in the overwhelming passion.

Feeling her warmth and hearing her soft moans, Casper murmured against her ear, "You're breathtaking." Their mutual yearning grew, their touches becoming more desperate and searching.

Casper adjusted himself, allowing her to wrap her legs around him, they were entwined once again, passionately kissing each other as their arousal intensified. His hands travelled underneath her dress, squeezing her flesh, making her moan in desire for him. Smiling into their kiss, pleased by her reaction, he carried her to the bed, his groin pressed to her centre which was warm and moist with arousal. Bending down to kiss and nip at her neck, he undid her dress firmly but gently, revealing her pale freckled skin and her small but perfect breasts which were hardened from his touch. Cat felt nervous but started travelling her hands up underneath his shirt, whimpering as he continued his caresses.

Aiding her attempt, he removed his shirt with one simple move. Finally, their bare torsos touched, causing them both to breathe even more heavily as the crescendo of their first intimacy approached. She felt wonderful writhing underneath him, and he smell her arousal, a beautiful sweet smell, and his hand travelled downwards to her sex, gently stroking the thin cloth still covering her. She moaned into him, hardly able to bear the sensation of his touch, pressing her hips forward slightly in a gesture of encouragement. His fingertips stroked her moist underwear gently, teasing more whimpers from her. “Casper” she breathed “please…I want you.” He felt himself stiffen even more at her words, a groan catching in his throat. His finger slowly pushed aside her garment, and he finally touched her arousal, moving his fingers back and forth over her sex, sometimes barely touching her.

He lifted his head out of the crook of her neck, his face now a few centimetres away from hers. Her lips were flushed red and her pupils were dilated. “You’re beautiful” he observed, before slipping one finger inside of her, watching her reaction with great devotion. She felt beautiful, moist, and welcoming, he caressed her inner walls, sending her over the edge when he added another finger. That was then that he felt the thin barrier which confirmed his previous assumption of her virginity. She winced, but repeated his name in beautiful agony, feeling the pressure build up inside, her sex quivering and pulsating around him. She was ready, and he also couldn’t take much more waiting. He removed his belt with his left hand, climbing out his jeans, now only in boxers. He twitched in anticipation.

Her right hands travelled there shyly, the touch of her made him groan. She quivered, as she pulled down his boxers, which he then removed entirely, before once again placing himself between her legs, his length pressing up against her. He was kissing her intensely, he had desired this for so long and could hardly believe she was about to become his. He paused, hovering over her, then placing gentle kisses over her face, making sure was ready to take him. “Casper…I…I love you…”

He kissed her, repositioning himself slightly, so that his tip touched her entrance, his drop of ecstasy and her moisture becoming one. At first, he only glided his shaft between her lips, back and forth between her legs, not yet entering her but enjoying the feeling of her touch around him. Her sex was beautiful, and seeing his shaft rub against her was mesmerising. Slowly, he guided himself closer to her entrance. He pushed forward, the head of his member entering her virginal sex. They both moaned in unison, but Cat tensed up slightly as she felt him hit her barrier. He stayed so for a few seconds so as she could adjust to the sensation of him inside her. She was so wet and tight that he could hardly contain himself from continuing, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He glided out of her again gently, so that only his tip was touching her, then pushed back in until he had reached her hymen again, repeating this motion several times, preparing her for his considerable size as she moaned his name, wanting to feel every inch of him.

Feeling her begging for him, and his urge to penetrate her fully, he pulled out one last time before pushing into her. She gasped, wincing slightly, and tensed up as he broke through her hymen; it was more painful than she had expected. He kissed her soothingly, whispering sweet nothings of encouragement until he had buried himself in her entirely, pressing in and out of her gently until she got used to his size being fully sheathed inside of her. She felt wonderful, and he sensed himself twitch inside of her as she began moving her hips, as to feel his base at her entrance, as well as arouse her tender sweet spot. She was still trembling, and Casper pushed himself upwards so he could observe her reaction, leaning on the bead with his left forearm as he bent down to kiss her on the forehead, stroking her face with his free hand. “You’re so beautiful” he murmured, watching her writhe underneath him. She looked even smaller than usual now with him on top of her, inside of her. Her arms were shaking a little, her hands wrapped around his torso, sweat was glistening on her navel. He pressed his hips forwards again, gently pushing against her sweet spot…his balls were becoming wet from her arousal and she moaned, biting her lower lip as she felt him. “Open your eyes” he whispered softly “I want to look at you.” She obliged him but felt very self-conscious as she opened them and gazed into him. She blushed even more. He smiled ever so slightly, looking into her soul with his dark brown eyes. Slowly he began to increase his pace, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he felt her move around him. She once again couldn’t contain her moans, which aroused him further. They began to move in unison, becoming more intense and desperate as they did. It was unlike anything she had ever felt or expected. With each thrust, he hit somewhere inside her that sent an electric current through her body. The pressure inside her was increasing, his seemingly too. Their breathing was becoming more erratic, his moans also becoming more frequent. She dug her nails into his back as, impossible though it seemed, her arousal became even more intense, and she was now intensifying each thrust by parting her thighs slightly more and rocking against his every thrust. He could feel she was about to come, her walls were cramping up around him and he could feel his climax approaching rapidly. He finally pushed her over the edge, making her whole body tremble uncontrollably as she gasped, whimpered and pushed against him so she could feel him as deeply as possible. Her climax triggered his, and he twitched inside of her, feeling his sperm fill her, leaving his scent in her, returning her movement with a final strong thrust, spilling his seed deep inside her. Riding out their first orgasm, trembling and glistening from arousal, he remained inside her, tensing his pelvic muscles to tease and extend her climax, as well as his own. Still breathing heavily, they began to relax their movements. She put her arms around his shoulders so he could lie on down on her. Slowly, he pulled out of her and they both felt some of his seed drip out of her. He gently lay down next to her, lifting her up so that she was now on top of him, their legs intertwined; his hand gently pushed her head down towards his chest, stroking her, his other caressing her trembling arms sweetly. They enjoyed their embrace, recovering from the act, their heart rate and breathing normalising.

They enjoyed their embrace, recovering from the act, their heart rate and breathing normalising.

Moments later, his whisper broke the stillness, "I love you, Katze." In his embrace, she felt a profound sense of wholeness, an overwhelming feeling of being cherished. The man she once yearned for, whom she believed she'd lost forever, held her close. As his heartbeat reverberated against her ear, she clung to him, her emotions too profound for words. Yet in that silence, he understood her heart's refrain. For in that fleeting moment, their souls were intertwined in the timeless dance of love. Lost in the comfort of each other, they effortlessly succumbed to sleep.

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Casper x Original Female Character

It was an unusually humid April night in the outskirts of Frankfurt, and she couldn’t wait to close up and go home to have a cold shower. The fan was on and the air conditioner too, but that doesn’t mean much in Germany where effective ACs are considered a crime against the planet. Even though she somewhat agreed with this, Cat couldn’t help but long for one right now. It was half one in the morning, and she just wanted to start cleaning before a group of drunken students came in looking for a nightcap. The regulars, all men, were still sipping at their Pils and Weinschorles, making conversation with the owner about the state of the nation and smoking like chimneys. Cat sighed whilst preparing the pernods the students had ordered, hoping they wouldn’t stay too long. She wanted to go running tomorrow but always found it hard to do after a long night. Granted, the occasional glasses of white wine didn’t help her in that regard, but after 10 pm a drink made the evening flow faster.  Margie wasn’t home, she spent more time away for work at the moment. Cat didn’t blame her. The death of Werner, her beloved husband, had come as a shock, and the lack of support she had received was puzzling. Werner had always talked so enthusiastically about his work and his “Jungs” – Some of them came around for dinner from time to time. She enjoyed their company, especially Casper’s. He was quite a lot older than her, well-built and very handsome. Cat had stolen many glances at him on numerous occasions, but having been only sixteen when they met, he kept his distance, at least romantically, but he must have known she liked him and was flattered. He was kind, and with time even taught her a thing or two about woodwork, a passion of his. Before he left with Werner and the boys, he had given her a book on hut-building. It was a fancy that they shared, to live off the beaten track and make a home there. “Maybe, when I’m back I can show you a thing or two…” he said. Cat was head over heels for him at that point. She blushed, thanking him, and their hands touched as he handed her the book, and he bent down hesitantly and gave her a hug which she returned warmly. “I’ll miss you,” she said, slightly stumbling over her words “Bis bald, Katze” he smiled. “Time will pass faster than you think”. Oh, Casper…She hadn’t seen him in almost two years now. His absence at the funeral had hit hardest of all the boys. Neither Margie nor Cat knew the reason behind it. This whole project in the States had been very hush-hush from the jump, Cat had assumed it was top-secret and government-related, but Margie claimed not to know any more than Werner had told them both. The project was taking forever and Margie was getting lonely, but Werner more so. Their telephone calls, though infrequent, left her increasingly longing for him to return. When Margie, rather suddenly, announced that instead, she would be visiting him in New Mexico, Cat was thrilled for her, and slightly envious because she desperately missed Casper. They had little to no communication, only two calls together with Werner and Margie on speakerphone, the last one being a month ago.

Margie had entrusted Cat with the house and the ever-playful Bärchen. Yet, shortly after Margie's plane landed, Cat received a distressed call. Werner and Margie had had a confrontation, triggered by some mysterious incident at the construction site, and Werner would not be joining her in Jemez Springs.

In an effort to provide some comfort, Cat set about preparing tea and scones—a homage to her British roots. Margie's return was somber, her anguish evident, though its depth and origin remained elusive to Cat.

A week's uneasy quiet was shattered when somber-faced men—lawyers, Cat guessed—arrived. Though she wasn’t part of the conversation, a cold dread settled in her heart. She knew Werner was gone. Margie later confirmed the grim news, but details were scarce. The enormity of the loss hit Cat hard; Werner had been a father figure since she'd come under their care.

The subsequent days blended into one another—a swirl of police visits, legal consultations, and hushed conversations. Cat sought to anchor Margie during the storm, but grief had created a chasm between them.

What exacerbated their sorrow was the stark absence of Werner's colleagues at the memorial. The weight of their omission was felt deeply, and when a mere package—sent by Casper—arrived in place of his presence, it was a salted wound. While a part of Cat still yearned for the solace of Casper's embrace, anger now bubbled within her. His silence in response to her letters, and the discovery of his abrupt move, amplified her heartbreak. There were nights she cried herself to sleep, memories of their shared moments playing in a loop.

Yet life, with its relentless pace, pushed forward. Channeling her anger, Cat turned to pounding pavements and blaring Rammstein. Their latest album echoed her turmoil, providing an aggressive outlet for her emotions.

She had joined the pub just before Werner’s departure and found herself at a crossroads. While a part of her wished for destiny to chart her path, the more pragmatic side knew she had choices to make.

Cat's linguistic abilities were among her most cherished skills. Fluent in both English and German due to her upbringing, she also picked up Spanish during a youthful sojourn in Spain with a previous foster family. However, when faced with major life decisions, Cat found herself riddled with uncertainty. Margie, sensing her potential, nudged her towards higher education, leading Cat to embark on a teaching degree.

Yet the rigidity of academia was a stark contrast to Cat's free spirit. Though she enjoyed certain aspects, she grappled with deadlines, feeling out of place in a structured world. Werner's untimely death only intensified her feelings of disconnect, and she took a hiatus from her studies, unable to concentrate amidst the grief.

Jolted back to the present by her name being called out, Cat realized her boss was indicating that the students wanted to settle their tab. Relief washed over her. The end of her shift was near. As the last of the regulars departed and the owner locked up, Cat performed a quick cleanup. Pouring herself one last glass of white wine for the road, she hopped on her bicycle. As the chilled night wind brushed past her, she lit a cigarette, the music from "Reise, Reise" filling her ears.

Navigating the dimly lit, almost desolate streets of Frankfurt, she eventually reached the familiar road leading to her home. Choosing to savor the final notes of the song, she dismounted and walked the last stretch, her steps aligning with the rhythm. As the song concluded, she slid off her headphones, only to get her fingers caught while parking her bike. Cursing under her breath, she locked it up, mentally chiding her occasional clumsiness.

The enveloping silence of the night, now uninterrupted by music, felt both oppressive and comforting. Yielding to temptation, Cat settled on the patio, pulling out a beer she had taken from the pub. As she expertly rolled another cigarette, the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds accompanying her solitude.

She felt an unsettling sensation – the prickling awareness that she wasn't alone. She rose, her every sense heightened as she moved cautiously towards the garden's edge. The atmosphere grew heavy with tension, and the night's stillness was almost suffocating. Every instinct told her she was being watched.

From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a tall silhouette slowly emerging from the shadows. Panic tightened its grip on her, and she cast about for something, anything, that could be used for defense.

Then she heard her name. "Cat..."

She turned, and as the dim glow from the nearby streetlamp illuminated his face, her heart caught in her throat. It was Casper.

Time had weathered him. He looked worn, with untamed hair cascading around a face that held deep, sorrowful eyes. But even in that fractured moment, the connection between them was palpable.

Cat's emotions surged. All the pent-up pain and confusion melted away as she rushed into his embrace. Casper hesitated briefly, but then he held her close, their hearts in sync, beating together in the silence of the night.

His voice cracked with emotion. "I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek with a gentle kiss.

She wanted to unleash a storm of questions, but his finger pressed softly against her lips. "Not now," he murmured. "There's so much I need to explain, but not here. Come with me."

She hesitated, thinking of her responsibilities. "Bärchen? What about him? Margie would never understand if I just disappeared."

He looked down, shame flickering in his eyes. "He's safe, with Fritz and Barbara. I've made arrangements. We'll call Margie. I just... I couldn't face her yet. I needed to see you first."

The intensity of his gaze made her heart flutter, but reality pulled her back. "Let me grab some essentials," she said, thinking of her glasses and contacts. "Wait for me inside."

He nodded, stepping inside as she quickly packed. When she returned, she found him in Werner’s office, looking out of place amidst its austere surroundings.

In the dimly lit room, Casper sat at Werner’s desk, cradling an old slide rule in his hands. Inscribed on it were the words, “In Liebe, Deine Jungs.” Cat's gaze shifted from the memento to Casper, questions swirling in her eyes.

“Was this your doing?” she inquired, her voice soft with uncertainty.

He nodded, the weight of memories evident in his lowered eyes and slumped shoulders. There was a palpable sense of pain emanating from him. Sensing this, Cat gently moved closer, wanting to offer some comfort. He took a deep breath and returned the slide rule to its resting place on the shelf.

She took a moment before asking, "Casper, why... why did none of you attend the funeral?”

A storm seemed to pass over Casper's face, shadows deepening in his eyes. "We... we didn't make it back in time. And even if we had," he hesitated, his voice edged with bitterness, "they wouldn’t have wanted our presence."

Confused, Cat pressed, "Who’s ‘they’?”

“Later,” he responded abruptly, breaking the tension by reaching out to stroke her cheek. Holding her hand, he led her outside, moving stealthily to avoid the pools of light from the streetlamps. A few blocks away, an old camper van awaited. Opening the passenger door, he guided her in before slipping into the driver's seat and igniting the engine.

She ventured, “Where are we going?”

His voice, hoarse from emotion, replied, “Black Forest, near Villingen. Familiar?”

“That's... quite a distance,” Cat began, but Casper interrupted, his grip on her hand tightening. “I promise, I'll explain everything."

Silence ensued as the van roared down the road. Under the soft glow of the dashboard, Casper's weariness became evident. The once vibrant spark in his eyes now seemed smothered by concern, and his entire demeanor spoke of exhaustion.

Mustering up courage, Cat whispered, “I missed you.”

He glanced at her, those deep brown eyes now filled with a mix of anguish and warmth. “And I you,” he murmured.

The alcohol she had consumed earlier began to make its presence known, adding to her dizziness. She reclined in her seat, the world outside a blur of passing vehicles. Casper drove with urgency, the speedometer pushing 150 km/h as they raced towards Villingen...

Cat stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal Casper's face softened by a rare smile. "Rest well?" he asked. She yawned and stretched her limbs. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." He chuckled, casting her a playful sidelong glance. "Well, I had some light snoring for company."

She blushed, readying a playful retort, but he winked, "Just teasing. You looked like you needed it. Tough day?"

Following his gaze out the window, she realized they were now off the motorway, navigating a narrow dirt road canopied by trees. "Where are we?"

"We're close," he assured her, slowing the van as a rustic hut emerged from the shadows.

A memory fluttered to the forefront of her mind: a book Casper had gifted her two years prior. She could still hear Werner's playful voice, teasing them: "Turteltäubchen." Lovebirds. Despite Casper's seniority, Werner had never objected to their closeness. His parting words echoed, “Mach dir keine Sorgen meine Liebe. Ich bring ihn bald zu dir zurück. Es sind nur acht Monate.” Don’t worry, my dear. It’s only eight months, I'll bring him back to you soon. The pang of the memory made her heart twinge.

Casper parked beside the hut, breaking her reverie. As she emerged, stretching, he retrieved a flashlight from the trunk, playfully greeting her, “Na, Katze?”

The inside of the hut was warm, its cozy ambiance accentuated by the glow of dying embers. As she stepped in, feeling the warmth envelop her, Casper pointed to a door. "You can shower there if you'd like. I have some shirts and things if you need them. I know this is all unexpected."

After a refreshing shower, during which she washed away the evening's stress and odors, she donned one of Casper's shirts, which hung on her almost like a dress. She found him by a window, a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in hand. The minimalistic hut felt warm against the night's chill. Casper's smile was welcoming, but the heaviness in his eyes was inescapable. Drawn to him yet unsure, she hesitated, waiting for what would come next. Before Werner and his boys left, Cat had yearned for those moments of solitude with Casper. Yet the unfolding events and unanswered questions made her tread lightly in his space.

She approached him as he stood facing the wall, his broad, athletic silhouette obscuring her view. Reaching his side, she recognized the old photograph. It was Werner, with his boys – including Casper, Udo, and Kai. She had never warmed up to Kai, always finding him a bit overbearing. His numerous and clumsy advances, especially after a few drinks, had tested her patience.

A particular evening came rushing back: the night the men had descended on the pub for a Feierabendbier. While she was downstairs changing a keg, Kai had cornered her in a sudden, unwelcome ambush. The weight of his intent and the reek of alcohol made her heart race. He lunged for a kiss, but she sidestepped him, shouting,

Spinnst du? Lass mich los!" she protested. Kai chuckled, releasing her just slightly, "Komm schon, Süße. Du willst es doch auch." But as he closed in, Casper intervened, positioning himself protectively between them. "Lass sie in Ruhe!"

Kai's mocking laughter echoed in the dim basement. "Nur weil du dich nicht ran traust, heißt nicht, dass andere die Chance verpassen." Casper's face reddened, his anger palpable. In a swift movement, he pushed Kai into a stack of empty kegs. Regaining his balance, Kai smirked, "Ist ja gut, ich gehe ja schon," before making his way back up.

Casper turned to Cat, his concern evident. "Are you okay?" A mix of embarrassment and gratitude filled her. She nodded her thanks, directing her focus back to the task at hand. "Look out for your back. Lift with your legs," he advised, demonstrating with a full keg. As she flushed, a hue rivaling her fiery hair, he grinned, gently guiding her with a hand on her back as they ascended the stairs together.

Neither ever acknowledged that encounter. But now, as she watched him gaze at the photograph—a window into a past now distant—it resurfaced in her memory.

Gating at the picture, his eyes held a storm of emotions: devastation, rage. Not knowing the right words, she simply intertwined her fingers with his. “I’m so sorry.”

His distant look broke. “How about a nightcap?” he offered.

Cat nodded. She settled onto a well-worn leather sofa, its vintage charm inviting despite the wear. Casper began pouring whiskey into two glasses.

“I’ll let Margarethe know I'm away,” she murmured, pulling out her phone. “Is that alright?”

“Of course," he replied. "Just avoid mentioning you're with me."

Hey Margie! Alles gut bei dir? Ich bin unterwegs. B ist bei Fritz und Barbara. Sprechen wir bald? x

“How's this?” she asked, tilting her screen towards Casper as he took the seat opposite her.

He scanned the text, then gave a curt nod of approval. After sending her message, Cat stashed her phone away and wrapped her fingers around the glass he offered. Taking a delicate sip, she murmured her gratitude. "Thanks."

His gaze dropped, discomfort evident in his eyes. Silence stretched between them, but she couldn't help her own curiosity. She yearned to understand what had burdened his soul, the secrets he carried.

“Casper…” she started gently, “You don’t owe me any explanations. Just know that being with you right now, after feeling so isolated... it means everything. Margie’s been distant since the accident.”

His body tightened, a shadow of pain crossing his face. “Cat,” he whispered, caressing her cheek, his gaze piercing into hers, "What I'm about to tell you must remain between us. It's a matter of our safety.”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding, “Okay, I understand.”

He took a deep breath, each word heavy with sorrow and revelation. “Werner’s death—it wasn't an accident like we were told. He was murdered. Either directly by our contractor or at his behest."

Cat was left speechless, the weight of his words settling deep within.

Cat's fingers trembled, her eyes glistening with tears and confusion. She tried to wrap her mind around everything he was saying, but it was overwhelming. Casper, his voice a gravelly whisper, pressed on. “The project we took on, it was top secret. The men behind it are merciless. If they even had an inkling that I'm revealing this to you...”

She bit her lip, struggling to find her voice, “Is that why you're fleeing to Austria?”

“Partially,” he said, his eyes troubled. “I fear our phones might be monitored. Their reach is extensive. We were carted into a desert, threatened, warned of dire consequences for speaking up. It's the reason I never dared to call, fearing they might target you or Margarethe. But tonight... tonight, I couldn't bear it any longer. I needed to see you.” His gaze met hers, a storm of longing and fear evident in those deep blue depths.

She swallowed hard. “But why? I thought you were engaged in a covert government project, not... this nightmare.”

He sighed heavily. “Werner tried to sneak away, to steal a brief moment with Margarethe. He had every intention of returning, but they killed him in cold blood.”

Remembering Margarethe's tearful recounts of that fateful day, she whispered, “If she had reached the hotel, would they...?”

Casper's voice wavered, “I don’t know. We're enmeshed in a sinister web, blinded by the allure of wealth.” He lowered his gaze, weighed down by guilt. “We can't approach the police. Without concrete proof, we're sitting ducks, vulnerable to their retaliation.”

As the truth of his words began to crystallize in her mind, Cat’s heart ached for the pain he must’ve endured. “Did you truly understand the gravity of this assignment?”

His response was filled with regret. “We believed we did. Werner was convinced that six months of this job would set us up for life.”

A myriad of questions swirled in her mind. She took a deep breath, trying to process everything. Seeing him again after so long, his vulnerability juxtaposed with the steadfast strength she had always admired, left her torn. There was a magnetic pull between them, undeniable even amidst the peril they discussed.

Casper, seemingly attuned to her thoughts, whispered, “We can't share any of this with Margarethe. Given Werner’s fate, she's likely under their surveillance. That’s why I had to see you in person, and not risk a call.”

As their eyes locked, the weight of unspoken emotions lingered heavily between them, a yearning so palpable, it threatened to consume them both.

Cat absorbed his words, each syllable carrying the weight of their shared longing. "What comes next for us? Are you truly safe?"

Casper's deep eyes locked onto hers. His gaze, deep and unyielding, searched her eyes. "I've amassed more than I could ever need. With no family ties binding me, and you in a similar position... I wish for us to journey through life together—if that's what you want." His voice, although laced with uncertainty, held a fervour that made her heart race.

Tentatively, he reached up, his rugged fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, sending a thrill down her spine. Her hand, almost instinctively, rose to rest on the solid warmth of his chest, fingers lightly caressing the weave of his navy jumper. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, she dropped her gaze.

But Casper, sensing her unease, gently turned her face back towards him. With a tenderness that stole her breath, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers.

Their first embrace was electric, hearts racing and senses on fire. The earthy musk of his scent mingled with the gentle brush of his soft lips and the scratch of his beard. Drawn irresistibly closer, she pressed herself to him, the faintest of sighs escaping her lips. In response, he scooped her up effortlessly, breaking the kiss to trace a fiery path with his lips down to the nape of her neck.

Carrying her to the futon in the room beyond, he gently laid her down. As he hovered above her, they paused for a moment, drinking in each other's features as they adjusted to the room's dim light.

He guessed that she was still innocent in the ways of love, now at the cusp of adulthood. Even though she was younger, the intensity of his feelings hadn't faded since he left for New Mexico. Pain clouded his eyes as memories of the past year's events loomed large. Feeling his distress, Cat shifted, inviting him to lie beside her. They nestled close, legs tangled, their silence speaking volumes.

Her fingers traced gentle patterns on his chest, and the rhythm of his heart lulled her. They shared a kiss of comfort, devoid of urgency. He sensed her hesitancy earlier and didn’t want to push. More importantly, he wanted her to know he hadn't brought her here for mere physical intimacy. The depth of his tenderness shone in his eyes, and she felt a bittersweet ache in her heart. "Let us rest."

He tenderly kissed her once more, his gaze filled with an overwhelming tenderness that threatened to shatter her fragile heart. "Let's rest now," he whispered softly. The day had been an arduous journey, filled with moments of uncertainty and passion.

With a graceful movement, he rose from the bed to dim the cabin's lights, casting a warm, intimate glow across the room. Returning to her side, he lovingly draped a soft, cozy blanket over her, cocooning her in warmth. They nestled beneath the sheets, bodies entwined, finding solace in each other's embrace as the tranquil stillness of the night enveloped them. In that moment, as they held each other close, their worries and cares faded away, and they surrendered to the gentle embrace of sleep.

Cat awoke, her heart heavy with the fear that the events of last night were nothing more than a dream. She hesitated for a moment, keeping her eyes tightly shut, as if to stave off reality. Finally, she summoned the courage to open her eyes, and the unfamiliar surroundings confirmed her suspicions. This wasn't her own room. A sigh escaped her lips, and she groaned inwardly, realizing she'd left her contacts in overnight.

Blinking through the slight blur, she took in the rustic details of the cabin. Casper's presence lingered, his scent still wafting from the bed linen. She buried her face in his pillow for a moment, relishing the remnants of their passionate reunion, still in disbelief at the speed with which it had happened.

With a determined resolve, Cat decided to freshen up and change. She left on Casper's shirt, paired with her own shorts. The cold water splashed on her face helped alleviate the faint headache from the night before. As she dressed, she heard noises emanating from outside. Unable to locate Casper within the cabin, her curiosity got the better of her, and she ventured outdoors.

The cabin was nestled amidst densely clustered trees, their leaves filtering the sun's rays, casting a magical, dappled light on the surroundings. Casper, still in the same clothes as the night before, was hard at work chopping wood. Cat couldn't help but admire his stance as he gracefully maneuvered the axe, cutting through wood with precision.

Slightly enamored, Cat approached him sheepishly. He turned at the sound of her footsteps, and her cheeks flushed at the sight of him. "Morning," she greeted, her voice betraying her self-consciousness. Casper responded with a heartwarming smile, his pallor less pronounced than the previous day.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his eyes conveying a hint of the unspoken connection between them.

Cat nodded, feeling a mixture of emotions about their passionate night together. Casper paused in his wood-chopping and suggested they have some coffee. "I don't have much left here; we can grab breakfast on the way."

Recalling Casper's words from their drive the night before, she asked, "So, what's our next stop?"

Casper stopped what he was doing and leaned on the axe handle, meeting her gaze. "I've already sold this place. My neighbor, a few miles away, bought it. He wants to rent it out to holidaymakers. I was just trying to leave things in order." He nodded toward the pile of firewood he had been working on. "Next stop is Austria. Near Prebersee, to be exact."

Cat was unfamiliar with the place, and she hoped Casper would provide some context. Inside the cabin, the aroma of brewing coffee filled the air as Casper busied himself with the preparations. Cat noticed her phone displayed a missed call from Margie. She met Casper's apologetic gaze as she shared the notification with him.

"I'm sorry, Katze," he said softly, his voice laced with regret. "Perhaps we should wait a little longer and find a less risky way to contact her. We might come up with something later." His suggestion felt like a balm to her anxious heart, and she blushed, wishing circumstances were different.

Cat composed herself and spoke, her voice steady, "I actually like your van… you can see the night sky through the window. Should we be hitting the road?"

Casper checked his watch and noted it was nearing noon. "Yes, it's about time," he replied with a nod. "We'll make a stop in Munich. From there, we can decide whether to stay for a day or two or continue driving."

Cat attempted to inject some levity into the conversation, asking, "For some Bier und Brezeln, perhaps?" She felt a twinge of self-consciousness but was rewarded with a warm smile from Casper.

"For you, anything," he replied, his eyes reflecting the genuine affection he held for her.

Cat was waiting patiently looking out a window. Suddenly she felt him embrace her from behind, his frame engulfing her much smaller statue, his arms around her waist, leaning into the crook of her neck, kissing her. “Thank you for coming with me”. She quivered under the sensation of the warmth of his body around hers, leaning her head back he deepened his kiss, gently biting her earlobe. Cat turned her head so as she could kiss him back. Casper open his mouth slightly and bit her lower lip, sending a new electrical sensation through her. He kissed her deeply, gently opening her mouth and their tongues entwined. It was an explosion of passionate emotion, she felt light-headed, seeing fireworks through her closed eyes as she let him explore more of her body. Ever so subtly she moaned, she had never imagined this ever coming true. Then, ever so gently, he spun her around, and gave her one sweet kiss, stroking her face. “Was machst du nur mit mir?” he whispered softly. She turned scarlet as he kissed her forehead, taking her into his arms. They remained this way, breathing in each other’s scent, still winded from the arousal of this encounter. “We should go” he uttered warmly, smiling at her obvious inner protest. “We have all the time in the world.”

They swiftly cleaned up and packed their belongings, leaving a considerate note for the new owner of the cabin.

They journeyed for approximately three and a half hours, making a quick stop to grab sandwiches along the way. The drive alongside the picturesque Lake Constance was nothing short of mesmerizing. Cat had never experienced such a profound sense of freedom before. She put on a pair of sunglasses, lowered the window, and relished the cool breeze as they headed towards Bavaria. Glancing at the tape deck, she smiled at Casper and asked, "May I?"

Casper grinned in agreement. "Go ahead." She pressed play, and the distinctive sounds of Frank Zappa's "Overnite Sensation" filled the car. "You're still into Zappa?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes on the road ahead. "This is still my favorite album of his." As they continued down the scenic route, they shared the view and the music, occasionally intertwining their hands. Cat felt an urge to explore their budding romance further, but her experience was limited to some clumsy kisses during teenage party games. Since falling for Casper, she hadn't entertained the thought of anyone else; all she desired was him. It still felt like a dream.

By 4 pm, they arrived in Munich, and Casper opted for a hotel. "We can spend a night outdoors soon, though. I know a great place." He smiled, stealing a kiss and gently squeezing her thigh. The hotel was a beautiful, sunlit establishment overlooking a serene garden. Casper suggested she could call Margie from the payphone across the street.

As Cat pondered what to say to Margie, she spotted a few young women across the street wearing Dirndls. Of course, it was September, and the Oktoberfest season was in full swing. An ideal excuse for a longer absence quickly formed in her mind.

Ten minutes later, she returned to the hotel. Casper had just finished showering and was casually wrapped in a towel. Cat tried not to blush, knowing it was a futile effort. Casper stood at an impressive 6'3" with a physique honed by his outdoor work. He noticed her admiring glance but didn't mention it as he began to get dressed.

"What did you tell Margarethe?" he asked.

Cat recounted her story, saying, "I told her a friend hooked me up with a limited-time waitressing job here. Hard work and good pay, you know. She seemed to believe me and told me to have fun."

Casper nodded in approval. "Good idea. Should we grab a drink once you're ready?"

Cat agreed and headed to the bathroom to prepare herself. After a refreshing shower, she applied just a touch of makeup and donned a semi-backless blue dress with comfortable sandals. Her hair was still slightly damp when she finished getting ready, and Casper was lying on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He smiled when he saw her.

"You look lovely," he said, rising from the bed and approaching her. He kissed her briefly and took her hand in his. They decided to stroll into the Altstadt, passing landmarks like the Siegestor and Residenz, and eventually making their way to Schäfflerstraße, heading toward the Frauenkirche.

They walked in contented silence for a while, soaking in the warm sunshine and each other's company.

They came to a halt outside the church, its onion-domed towers soaring into the sky. Cat squinted against the sunlight, admiring the architectural marvel before her. "I like its onion towers," she remarked, her regret evident. "Damn, I wish I'd brought my camera. It's been a while since I took some snapshots."

Casper, his fingers gently tracing her now-curly hair, dried by the sun, offered a reassuring suggestion. "Maybe we'll find something here," he said. "There are quite a few vintage and camera shops around here."

Her face lit up with excitement. Cat had a modest yet cherished collection of film cameras and was always eager to discover new additions. "Should we take a stroll through the park?" she proposed.

He slipped his arm around her, and together, they ambled along, taking in the vibrant tapestry of people and sights surrounding them. Children played with boundless energy, while some young adults engaged in a spirited game of flunky ball. Cat observed Casper as he chuckled at one of the players, who had inadvertently sprayed beer out of his nose. To any casual onlooker, they appeared to be an ordinary couple relishing a weekend bathed in sunshine. The gravity of the secrets he had revealed to her had yet to fully sink in. The notion of Werner, killed while on a covert and likely illicit construction project, felt absurd, nonsensical, and unreal. Simultaneously, it added a poignant intensity to their present circumstances.

She couldn't help but wonder how her absence would be perceived by M and the other boys. Even though she knew they wouldn't cross paths again, the uncertainty lingered. Every time she thought of Werner, a sharp pang of grief pierced her heart. He had been a gentle, kind-hearted soul—perhaps too good for this world.

As they reached the end of the park, they continued to walk a bit farther until they arrived at Marienstraße. "Should we grab a drink somewhere?" Cat suggested, her eyes scanning the street for a suitable bar.

"I thought you'd never ask," Casper replied with a playful grin.

Cat's gaze settled on a cozy pub on the street corner named Landhaus. They chose to sit outside, and Cat took the initiative to head inside for their first round of drinks. "I owe you that much," she quipped. Stepping into the pub, she was greeted by its rustic charm, enlivened by hops hanging over the bar.

"Zwei Dunkle, bitte," she requested from the bartender, who promptly poured two dark beers from the tap. Carrying the drinks back to their table, she found Casper rolling a cigarette. Setting down the beers, she took her seat across from him. "Prost," they toasted simultaneously, their eyes locking in accordance with the German tradition.

Cat took her first sip, savoring the dark, semi-sweet, toasted flavor of the beer. It served as a welcome refreshment, and she hoped it would help her feel less self-conscious around Casper. Playfully, she remarked, "You have a mustache," causing him to laugh and wipe away the foam from his upper lip.

Curious to learn more about his experiences since his return, she ventured, "So… what have you been doing since you got back?" She watched his gaze shift toward the bustling road, where tourists and Saturday shoppers moved about.

He began to share, his voice tinged with introspection. "When I first got back," he started, "I was drinking heavily. Mainly, I stayed at the cabin in Villingen. I didn't have to work, so I worked on fixing up the cabin whenever I had the energy. After a while, I sought help at church. I went to confession, something I hadn't done in years. It helped me find my way back to the light. The priest was kind and suggested I make amends wherever I could, as long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. That's when I sent the slide rule." Cat listened attentively, her interest piqued.

"And I was missing you, of course," he continued with a warm smile. "I thought you might have found someone else in the meantime, someone closer to your age."

His playful wink earned him a teasing kick under the table, but her laughter was cut short when his hand ventured beneath the table to squeeze her knee gently. A surprised squeal escaped her lips.

"Still so ticklish," he observed with a grin, his fingers gently stroking her leg, sending goosebumps cascading down her body. "Well, then I managed to pull myself together again," he continued. "Enough to buy this new property in Austria. It came with a shed and an old hut. It's still a bit bare, but I think you'll like it. We'll have plenty to do without getting bored for a while. I believe you'll bring a special touch to the place, just as I hope to make it a true home." He reached out, taking her hand and planting a loving kiss on it.

"Na, wen haben wir denn da?" A familiar voice suddenly intruded upon their intimacy, causing Cat to jump slightly and their hands to separate. They both turned toward the street to see Kai standing there with a mischievous grin on his face. Casper's expression immediately shifted to one of defensiveness and suspicion.

"Lasst euch von mir nicht stören," Kai continued, approaching their table and placing a hand on each of their shoulders. He reeked of alcohol. "Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass du irgendwann mal die Eier dazu haben würdest, Casper. Glückwunsch." He winked at Cat, then continued in a teasing tone, "Hast du ihr schon deine Briefmarkensammlung gezeigt oder eierst du noch rum?"

Casper got up, giving Kai a slight push. "Das reicht jetzt. Du bist betrunken. Hau ab, bevor ich es mir anders überlege."

Kai chuckled but distanced himself slightly. "War doch nur ein Witz, entspann dich. Was macht ihr eigentlich hier?"

"Sind nur auf der Durchreise," Cat replied cautiously. "Und du?"

"Mein Bruder heiratet," Kai explained. "Als ob mir eine gute Party entgehen lassen würde." He gawked at three buxom young women in figure-hugging dirndls who had caught his attention.

Seemingly sobering up a bit, he turned back to Casper and Cat, scrutinizing them with narrowed eyes. They knew he must be trying to determine whether Casper had been truthful about Werner, but even Kai understood that discussing it here in broad daylight would be foolish.

"Lass uns mal bei Gelegenheit mal schnacken, Casper. Stimmt deine alte Nummer noch?" Casper nodded, and Kai continued to study them intently. Suddenly, he snapped back into his usual boisterous self, clapping his hands together. "Tja, dann lass ich euch mal wieder allein... viel Spaß euch beiden," he grinned before turning and walking away, whistling as he strolled down the street.

Casper looked serious again, and Cat felt a lingering sense of embarrassment at having been caught in their moment. "What are the chances... asshole," Casper muttered more to himself than to her, finishing his drink. He headed inside for the next round.

For a brief moment, Cat felt as if someone was watching her. Across the street, a man in a grey suit and sunglasses stared in her direction. He had a moustache and a voluminous head of hair streaked with grey at the top. She blinked twice, attempting to focus, but by the time she did, the man had vanished into the crowd. Chalking it up to paranoia, she smiled at Casper as he returned with more drinks. However, he looked concerned once more.

Kai had seemed relatively normal, considering, whereas Casper appeared weighed down by the past. She knew he couldn't talk about it, especially not here. Instead, she ordered two glasses of brandy, sat down next to him, and kissed him. The Dutch courage seemed to work, and he relaxed, returning her kiss, the taste of brandy lingering on their lips.

They stayed for another hour, enjoying a meal, then left in time to watch the sunset from the shores of the Isar, grabbing a Wegbier for the road.

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Part 3 slowly being written, I added about 5 more paragraphs last might - it’s happening.

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Headcanons for Being in a Relationship with Howard Hamlin

note: this might be rlly niche but i’m so thirsty for Howard & there’s no fanfic for him 😭😭

- you were an undergrad studying pre-law at UNM, just desperate to get your foot in the door

- you started as a low-level, unpaid intern at Hamlin, Hamlin & McGill

- picking up coffee, cleaning, the likes

- you weren’t paid and you weren’t even allowed to sit in on meetings

- you honestly didn’t mind; you liked talking to the mailroom workers and other interns

- one day, you were asked to meet with Howard Hamlin, the owner and CEO of HHM

- he offered you a job as his personal assistant

- not only would the job pay extremely well, but HHM would also pay off your student debt after you graduated

- once you got the job, Howard would call you at all hours, asking you to assess a case with him or attend a business lunch as his plus-one

- as he is normally a very private person, you were able to see another side to your boss

- he was funny, caring and extremely smart, on top of already being very attractive

- eventually, after one too many nights of eating shitty takeout with Howard in his living room while prepping for court, you fell in love with him

- and, as it seemed, he fell in love with you, too

- you both knew how it would look if your relationship went public

- an esteemed lawyer in his fifties dating his twenty-something student assistant

- so you kept the relationship professional to a T, not wanting to give the other HHM employees any ideas

- you hooked up in his office or at his mansion, and only when privacy was guaranteed

- Howard paid for anything and everything you could want, including a new car and a new apartment

- he had originally planned for you to move into his mansion, but you wanted to stay closer to campus and your friends

- about two years into your relationship, Howard retired from HHM suddenly

- you were almost graduated from UNM, and Howard knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

- he wanted to get married, have children, and overall just live outside of being a lawyer

- you finally agreed to move in with him for your senior year of college, and he proposed the day after your graduation

- because of Howard, you never had to work another day of your life if you didn’t want to

- although you wanted a family, you were still passionate about becoming a lawyer, even if it was only part-time

- so a few years later, after you give birth to your first child, you begin law school at UNM

- while you’re at school, he’ll watch the baby

-it’s the most adorable thing ever

- he’ll send you the cutest pics of outings with your baby

-he’s also the most supportive husband while you’re enrolled in law school

- whether it’s staying up at night with the baby or helping you study for the bar exam, he does his best

- you honestly never expected to fall in love with your boss, but you were happy you did

- you meant everything to him, and he couldn’t be more in love with you

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We need more Lalo/Fem!Reader fanfics... You can't convince me otherwise

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Pairing: Lalo Salamanca x Female Original Character

Summary: A Law Student in an established relationship with Lalo Salamanca sees him at her backdoor. Based post-Season 6 episode 2. I want to write about Francisca and Lalo more!

She couldn't recall what time she heard a knock at the patio door of her apartment. It scared the hell out of her.

However from the shadows, she could tell who he was. It still terrified her still. How could he be here?

Against Francisca's instincts, she opened the sliding door for him, "What are you doing here? I thought I'd never see you again." A small gasp escaped her lips, but it was interrupted with a finger to her mouth.

"Panchita," his voice carried the weight of the events he just went through. "The less you know, the better. Tell no one I'm here."

Something terrible must have happened. Francisca just knew Saul had to be hiding something about what happened in the desert. He may have hid it for her own good.

He came in and looked around. If it wasn't for his stress, he'd be more amused by her decor. "Even more?" He picked of her stuffed animals.

Francisca couldn't believe her eyes, but wasn't angry. In fact, she wanted to see him again. The circumstances are what bothered her. "Are you being targeted?"

Lalo gently put down the plushie. "Anyone planning to swing by?"

"No, just me tonight." She assured, "You're safe." She approached him closer, "Lalo," she had sad eyes. "You didn't come say goodbye when you left."

"Oh Hermosa. Is that what troubled you the most?"

"I was worried about you," she snapped a bit at him, "Oh I wished I had gone with Saul--"

"No. You don't," he snapped right back at her. Lalo knew how to match Francisca's energy.

Francisca ate her next words and folded her arms. She then nudged him, pouting again, "You tell me you love me, and then you leave. Yeah, 'que no sabes' but no one lets me know anything anymore."

Oh, he missed her.

"Se llama panchiiiiiita..." he sung, putting his hand on his heart.

Francisca puffed her cheeks, "Don't."

He continued, opening his arms to take her in.

She was weak, but still mad at him. "Stop, my neighbors are going to hear you. Aren't you hiding?"

"You're the loud one, if I recall."

She made a face. "So you do remember that night?"

"I'd never forget." Lalo mused. He lifted her chin with his hand, seeing if she'd allow touch.

She did, but not without some frustration. "You're ignoring me."

"All my attention is on you."

Dammit, she smiled. Lalo started to hum her song as he hugged her. He won over her again. "Esa Panchita me tiene loco con su vacilón~" Lalo sung with the enthusiasm that a man who just killed a couple people wouldn't have.

She felt the burn of his mustache against her lips. It was addicting. She kept kissing him until he pulled away with a chuckle.

"You've missed me," Lalo mused.

She wanted to beg him for answers. She knew something was wrong, and she could have been in danger. Too late for that, right?

Francisca rested her hands on his shoulders. Oh well.

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Mistakes Happen Three Times

Pairings: Horacio Carrillo x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Horacio is his own warning, oral fem!receiving, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, Horacio is a fucking assholeeeeeee, squirting (I’m not sorry) unprotected sex (wrap it y’all) creampie

Part One ; Part Two

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I love lalo fans because they can grieve the characters he kills while simultaneously thirsting over him relentlessly and it's so fucking funny . I get it too

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this scene is packed full of iconic line deliveries it's insane

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lalo!!!

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if this is not the sexiest thing you've ever seen

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Gus: Michael. My gaydar would have informed me if Lalo had passed.

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Because you liked them the last time, I made a few new ones.

Extra:

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oh the request was for lalo! sorry lmao I’m so embarrassed

okay so smut warning! and also context warning, in this drabble i gave a tiny tiny bit of plot and your character is friends with jimmy and kim but like thats about it anyway - don't be embarrassed anon, it happens to the best of us! i can share some embarrassing stories of me at work all day long if it makes u feel better <3

Everything had moved so fast. One moment you were sitting on your friends couch, sad that your friend who just happened to be in the cartel had gone away, and the next moment you were chasing after him and leaving your entire stable life to cross the boarder with him.

It was foolish, it was childish, it was the wrong decision. You were friends with Jimmy, with Kim, with more people in Albuquerque than you should have been. But you wanted to be with Lalo, there was something so different about him. Something about the way he talked, laughed, styled his hair and... the way that he cooked. It spoke to you.

All it really took was a glance over at him, a glance which he returned with what was meant to be a reassuring smile, for your doubts about the entire thing to go out of the window.

Perhaps it was the wrong choice, but was it not your wrong choice to make?

The drive to his home was long, the introductions was even longer. But the women there did a good job of keeping you company, making you feel welcome even though you knew you were an outsider. You'd wanted to join Lalo for his meetings, but that would mean you were fully involved with the cartel and that was something he wasn't yet comfortable with.

As he had put it 'maybe if you didn't speak Spanish, but they'll know you're listening.' While a part of you felt weaker not being involved, you understood that he just didn't want to get you killed. He knew this place, and these people, better than anyone. And you knew that he didn't trust them - not even with a little money, so why would he trust them with your life?"

But as you collapsed next to him on his unsurprisingly large bed, you knew exactly what you did it all for.

"You have a beautiful family, you know. Your abuelita is the sweetest woman." You commented, turning to watch as a smile covered his face.

"I knew you would love her, everyone does." You could tell he loved his family from the way he spoke, you could only hope that love would some day extend to you. "Do you regret coming with me?"

"Not at all." Your instant response shocked him for a moment, but only caused the smile on his face to grow wider. "Do you regret bringing me?"

"Of course not." He brushed off, scoffing like it was the most egregious thing that he had ever heard.

The both of you were silent for a moment, before the silence was replaced be a noise of question in response to his hand on your cheek. Everything about that entire relationship had also moved incredibly fast. One moment you were pen pals only talking on the phone, and the next you were making out in the parking lot of your friends apartment after Lalo had paid them a surprise visit.

But you wanted this, he could tell you wanted it, and he didn't hold back as Lalo's lips found your own.

The kiss was nothing if not experimental. Experimenting the taste and flavor of each other, the way it felt to have his facial hair rubbing against your own face. The way that you slightly leaned into him, giving him something to play off of as his hand slowly traced over your shoulder and pulled you a bit closer to him.

But it became more than that, it became nearly ferocious as you leaned in closer, as you nearly pressed into each other and the intensity of your kisses increased. Whatever pent up desires you had been harboring were wasting no time in expressing themselves as you felt him pushing you backwards.

In a matter of moments, your back was pressed against the headboard as he swung around so he was kneeling in front of you.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs," He said, watching as you (albeit a bit nervously) did as he requested and spread your legs so he could move in between them. Your chests were pressed together as his lips reclaimed yours, taking very little time to kiss down your chin, connecting with your neck and making sure to bite down on that spot that seemed to be drawing a bit more breathy noises than any other place.

You could only watch Lalo as he took extra time with your neck, nearly distracting you from him beginning to remove your shirt before you were shrugging it off and letting him drop it directly next to you both on the floor.

"They won't hear, will they?" You asked, suddenly conscious to his entire family being present in the home. As large as it was, the threat of someone else overhearing still remained.

"Not if you keep quiet." He said, rather calm about it. "The walls are thick, I've had deals get messy in here and nobody heard a sound."

It should disturb you that he was so casually telling you that he'd killed, or at least badly beaten, people in this very room, but you couldn't find it in your heart to care.

Your hand traced through his hair, before ultimately resting on his cheek. "As long as I don't make a bad impression on your family."

"Mi familia es su familia," He answered rather quickly, hardly giving you time to come to terms with the gravity of what he had just said as he had managed to undo your pants without your noticing, not until his finger traced over your clit.

Your hips automatically jerked against his hand, your hand moving you cover your mouth as you moved you felt him tracing his finger over your clit. It didn't take him too long to push a finger inside of you, his thumb remaining on the bundle of nerves.

It should have embarrassed you to feel how easy it was for him to finger you, how clearly wet his touch must have made you to begin with. But you couldn't think about that, not as he pushed another finger into you.

"I don't know how I got you so wet, but I'm honored." He teased, removing his hand from you as he placed it over the top of your pants and pulled them down from your hips.

"This is totally unfair, you're fully clothed." You complained, leaning forward to unbutton his shirt while he dropped your pants on top of your shirt.

"Be careful with that." He said, though his tone made it clear that he was being playful, you still listened to him and made sure your fingers were very gentle as you removed his shirt, as he dropped it in the pile with your clothing.

You moved down his stomach, taking in the sight of his skin, of the tattoo on his forearm that you had only noticed a handful of times. He let you undo his belt, pulling it from his pants as he helped you remove those as well. As you pulled the last remaining article of clothing from him, he did the same as he removed your bra - leaving you both completely bare, completely vulnerable.

This was quite possibly the first time you had ever been in front of Lalo while he didn't have a weapon on him, something he seemed to notice as he noted a hint of softness under his hardened eyes. But you did away with any worry that you may have been out to kill him the moment your hand wrapped around his cock, your thumb rolling over his tip as you leaned forward and took him into your mouth.

Lalo didn't seem to mind as you leaned forward and pushed him back a bit, leaning back on his hands as you licked up and over him. He couldn't seem to help himself from making small noises of pleasure as you hallowed your cheeks around him, as one of his hands moved into your hair to move you over him a bit faster - a bit lower.

He pulled your head off of his cock once you gagged around him, an almost devilish look in his eyes as he crawled in between your legs once more and let you recline against the pillows. You weren't quite sitting upright, but far from laying down, as he leaned over you and brought your bottom lip in between his teeth.

The slight whines that left your mouth were shushed as he released your lip, caressing your cheek as he pushed all the way inside of you. "Shh, shh, I'll take care of you." He cooed, it almost sounded a bit teasing as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to set a pace.

Lalo's thrusts were rather harsh from the jump, clearly aided by the irritation that he had been feeling earlier with your friends. But it wasn't something that wasn't pleasurable, quite the opposite. Truth be told, you both needed to let off a little steam, and this was the perfect way to do it.

Your hips started to grind against him as you adjusted to his size, pressing your lips to his for a moment before he attached them to your throat again. "You're being such a good girl, taking it so well." He said, his encouraging words leading you to clench around him - which only spurred him on even more.

However long he had been keeping his aggression buried was clearly well worth it, because his thrusts into you were something you had truly never experienced before. There was something about the way he gripped your hips, the way you could tell he was blowing off some steam but the fact that it was clearly important to him in some way that it was with you.

There was something so different about it, something so unique and clearly him that you just couldn't seem to get enough of it.

You felt one of his hands tracing the inside of your thigh before placing a thumb over your clit, running his finger over the sensitive nerves as your head fell back against the headboard.

Everything he was doing was urging you closer and closer to cumming around him before you finally did, slapping your hand over your mouth as you rode out your orgasm. He didn't seem particularly far behind as he pulled out of you, letting his cum pain the top of your thigh and part of your hip. His words as he finished were practically incoherent, some parts English, some parts Spanish; the constantly switch in languages enough to give a linguistics expert whiplash.

Lalo quickly pulled one of the face towels set out for him of of the nightstand, cleaning off your thigh before tossing the towel aside and pulling your lips back against his. The kiss was sloppy, practically messy, as you were both in the post-orgasm state of euphoria that often led to a bit of clarity. But in the moment it felt perfect, like that stress and anxiety you were both constantly under was worth it in some way.

When the two of you eventually would get out of bed, you'd be met by what could be described as probably the worst night of your lives. But for the time being, you were in absolute bliss.