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Dirty little secret

It’s tasty, it’s plenty. THIS IS HUNGRY WORK. Also it’s a full version of this KINKtober drabble, so beware it’s really juicy! With dedication for @fanficsrusz​, since she confessed she missed my fics 😈

SUMMARY: John found your vibrator while cleaning the house and he’s a bit jealous of it. Words:  5776; Warnings: smut, wild one, use of sex toys, swearing;

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You pushed on the door handle and it opened with ease. You were flustered - strands of hair fell into your face, your coat getting momentarily caught on the door and you’d barely made it inside before you could hear his voice, the thickness of it echoing down from the end of the corridor past several rooms.

“Love? Is it you?” he called.

“Yes! Just gonna start dinner!” you replied, all your focus on the task at hand, balancing your bags in your arms as you kicked the door shut firmly behind you.

“Can you come here first?” there was an edge to his voice, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, the question hanging in the air, to be continued.

You carried the shopping bags into the kitchen and heaved them onto the counter-top with a heavy sigh, the relief of setting down their weight relaxing your body instantly. You slid out of your shoes and coat on the way to the bedroom, suspicious as no follow up came until you stood in the door frame and looked at John, your face reddening instantly.

He looked gorgeous, the white shirt, the necktie, the dark suit trousers with a thick fabric belt. Those long hair falling into his face. And in his hand, he held something that you sure hadn’t meant for him find, let alone hold and confront you with, the shiny new toy you’d purchased online not too long ago, to make lonely nights without him a little easier.

You tried to think of something to say, your mouth opening and closing a few times uselessly and you felt flushed. The image before you was confusingly gorgeous and embarrassing and somehow turning you all at the same time and John cocked his head a little, his jaw tensing as he began to speak again.

“I were cleaning the house while you were out… and I found this” John took one step towards you, as if accusing you of something very serious, then lowered his gaze, looking so far into you that you could feel your palms sweating, fingers shaking.

He was so hard to read when he was like this, not quite smiling, not alarmingly serious but something dangerous just under the surface and you tried to look away, instantly worried that your silence would only provoke him. You turned your knees inwards, glued to the spot. The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Care to explain yourself, little girl? Or just gonna stand there?”

Your cheeks were burning now and you took a step towards him, reaching out abruptly and trying to grab the vibrator from him but he just held it up high, letting it fall into his other hand stepping back, holding it out of your reach.

“Nuh-uh, girl, I wanna know what this is about. My cock isn’t enough?” he asked, his gaze dark, fixated on you.

“I only use it when you’re away, baby,” you replied, intoxicatingly closer to him now, just relieved you’d managed to spit an answer out at last, “It’s nothing.”

The cockiness was maddening you. You knew he’d noticed how red you were, knew he’d realized how weak you were, the way he was refusing to blink as he glared at you.

“Are you embarrassed?” he teased, taking another step back to avoid your incessant grabbing. “Didn’t want me to find it?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d get so jealous…” you replied, lifting your chin and licking your lip quickly in nervousness. The scratch at his ego was enough for him to flinch. He didn’t like that, didn’t expect you to answer back so easily, but there was something about challenging this John, the dark John, which thrilled you in ways you couldn’t explain.

He took a moment to compose himself, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat, straining against his sensitive skin. “Not jealous, love…” he drawled, “No, no, I simply don’t understand why you need it…” he hummed, “I always thought I satisfied you, little girl…”

You bit your lip, giving up on your desperate attempts to claim your toy, sinking down to stand in front of him again. “Can’t satisfy me when you’re on tour for weeks, Jonathan…” you mumbled, watching him carefully, eager to drink in his every move.

That had apparently annoyed him too, a sensitive subject and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. He was too much of a control freak, far too on edge now to have you answer him back like that but he always had the perfect response.

“Does this… toy make you moan like I do?” he asked.

He watched your lips part at the question. You knew what you were doing now, purposely building his frustration until he would snap.

“Wellllll, it does have these different levels of vibrations that are so good….” you replied plainly, crossing your arms, counteracting his tease with one of your own. You’d thought about what you were going to say before you’d said it but didn’t know it would have this effect on him.

You could see the rage you’d prompted, the way the veins in his arms and neck were beginning to bulge, his fist clamped so tightly around your toy you thought he might break it. John stepped forward with purpose, closing the gap between you at last, his gaze still intensely locked on yours, the vibrator still very firmly in his grip.

“Take off your clothes, please” he spat, his glare so hard to tear away from, “Now.”

“W-Why?” you asked quietly, trying to hold his gaze, swallowing hard.

“Just do as I fucking say” John drawled, his eyes so full of lust, and something else that made your skin tingle, a dull ache between your legs.

“John, I hav-…”

“I said take them off…” he repeated, the order followed by a low groan from the back of his throat.

The sound made you tremble and you stepped back from him slightly, your shaking hands coming up to start unbuttoning your blouse, keeping your eyes locked on his, your lips pressed together as you tried to figure him out, tried to figure out what he had in store for you. He watched you undress, mesmerized by how he already had you trembling, one hand reaching to scratch over his buzzed head.

You discarded your clothes as quickly as you could, shimmying your underwear off too. You’d been home for no more than three minutes and he already had you naked, vulnerable, waiting for him. You felt the need to cover your body a little but he’d told you how much he hated you doing it before so you let your arms dangle at your sides, waiting, just waiting.

“Now…” he mumbled, stepping forward to you again, gesturing with the vibrator, “show me how you fuck your cunt on it…”

If you had been embarrassed before, now it was almost too much to bare and you wobbled on the spot, his words sending a jolting ache through you.

“John…”

His free hand moved towards you and his thumb came up to stroke your lips, the first time he’d touched you. He was drinking you in, enjoying every second of the torture he had you under.

“I know you’re wet already” he mumbled, pulling your bottom lip down slightly as his knuckles pressed into the skin under your chin, “I know you need something to feel you up…”

You gasped, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your heart racing, your mind clouded with lust and just that deep, primal desire for him, “John…”

“I want you spread on the bed, because I fucking want to watch you…”

You had nothing to say. He’d won this round. So with one final sigh you nodded convincingly, shook your hair loose from the ponytail and tiptoed across the room, surprised you could even walk. He practically lowered you onto the bed with his gaze himself, probably already having brought you over the edge at least three times and in three different ways in his mind. You arched your back as you shuffled back and spread your legs.

At first you were unsure if you’d even be wet enough but from the way John was eyeing you, the obvious lick of his lips, you weren’t surprised when you coated your fingers with ease just by gently teasing your folds.

“That’s my girl, oh yesss…” he sighed through gritted teeth.

As soon as you’d touched yourself you knew you’d need more, the insatiability growing and you found yourself reaching for the vibrator wordlessly, John’s face curious but still very much on edge as he held it out for you.

“I want you to look at me the whole time…” John drawled, biting down on his lip as he watched you carefully, “keep your eyes at me while you fuck yourself with that toy…”

You gasped, his words alone making you weak and teased your entrance with the toy instantly to get the tip wet, your other hand coming down to start rubbing your clit, your eyes already falling shut at the feeling of final relief and you wanted more, wanted him.

“Little girl…” he groaned and you heard him shuffling closer instantly, “what I just fucking said?”

Your breath shaking, your eyes snapped open, meeting his dark ones.

“S-Sorry…” you breathed, your voice trailing off into a whimper as you poked the tip of the toy inside you, rubbing your clit harder, already breathing heavily. John watched you lustfully, licking his lips, his facial features hard, unimpressed, so focused on you, your every move. He was going to enjoy this.

You thought he’d sit down, make himself comfortable at least but instead he leans back against the wall, his arms crossed, looking down at you over his nose. As you twisted the toy inside you fully for the first time, you gasped and watched John flinch, unable to hide just how much he hated not being the sole reason for that noise. You bit your lip as you pulled it out and pushed it back in again, the wetness spreading by the second, struggling to hide your illicit moans.

“Just pretend I’m not here” he mumbled, “ and eyes on me.”

He was so impossible, always making things so difficult. How could you fulfill both of those demands? That’s when you glanced down momentarily to his crotch and realized just how hard he was, his erection fighting the fabric of his tight trousers which only fueled you even more. The outline of his cock made you rub your clit harder, faster and you began to speed up, your breaths hitching in your throat, figuring that the quicker you could make yourself cum, the quicker he’d be inside you instead.

It felt strange, using the toy when he was right there and you were desperate for him. On lonely nights without him, the feeling of it inside you as a relief had you aching too, in a different way but right now, it didn’t compare to the image you had inside your mind of John’s cock filling you slowly, throbbing, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

“I’ve heard something about vibrations” he drawled, his eyes focused on the toy moving in and out of you, shiny with your wetness.

You breathed out shakily, reaching to switch on the first stage of vibration, moaning and struggling to keep your eyes open and fixed on him, your lips parted, moans of pleasure falling from your lips as you tried to keep your eyes from wandering, his tight trousers barely containing him. You wanted him so badly, wanted him to get on top of you, take you, fuck you senseless, but no teasing would get you that now. He had a plan, and obeying him was the only thing you could do.

“I want to see you cum, little girl” John growled, throatily, his eyes wide and fixated on your every movement, “number two, come on” he declared. He was impatient now, palming himself inconspicuously through his trousers and as you switched to the second vibration setting you felt the feeling grow in your stomach, the familiar euphoria of being on the edge, so close to coming undone completely. Your forced your eyes open, scared to close them and knowing the eye contact would only make you cum harder.

“Are you gonna cum for me, little girl?” John groaned, his eyes boring into yours, intense, and making you shiver. You were so close, the way he was looking at you only making you wetter and you couldn’t only feel but also hear the toy moving inside you obscenely.

“You look gorgeous spread out like that, girl…” he groaned, “oh come on, little girl, fuck yourself harder, I know you can do much better than this…”

You whimpered, doing as he said, whimpering each time you pushed the toy inside you, your walls fluttering, squeezing at it, the pleasure increasing with each stroke creating friction inside you, making you hotter and hotter.

And then, just when you were sure you were going to burn up, the feeling came, building and building and then you fell apart at last. You threw your head back, the groan erupting from your lips obscene and your legs shook, the toy still firmly inside you, one hand gripped to the base. Your walls danced around it, contracting again and again and though it felt good, you wanted him now, even in the midst of your orgasm. John was down on his knees before you could recover from the waves, kissing the inside of your thighs, already beginning to put your toy to use again, driving it into you himself.

“I want you to tell me when there’s only one left, little girl…”

“I can- I think I can gooooo- ohhhh - to three.”

John smirked in response and though you weren’t sure what it meant, you knew you’d find out eventually.

You tensed as he pushed your hand away and started the driving the toy in and out of you, fast and hard, enjoying the way he had you writhing in no time.

“J-John…” you cried, your hips shaking, bucking towards the vibrator.

“You want it deeper, don’t you?” he asked, groaning as he watched the way you tried to fuck yourself on the toy, whining, desperate for him to fill you instead.

“You like that?” he asked, flicking the switch that made the vibrations intensify, making you whimper, “You look fantastic when you’re at my mercy…”

“John…” you groaned, over and over, sweaty strands of hair falling into your face, “Jonathan…” he had a weakness for you calling his name like this, the way it fell from your lips so uncontrollably and he hissed back, his erection throbbing.

His knuckles brushed violently against your clit each time you met and you circled your hips slightly, enjoying the way it stretched you, your eyes now so heavily lidded with lust and desire than you couldn’t see. The toy didn’t compare, would never compare to him - his size, his length the way he buried inside you and you salivated at the thought of it as he continued to fuck you relentlessly with the flicks of his wrist.

John drove the vibrator inside you again and again, not even stopping for a moment, like he wanted to test you, test how far and how hard he could go, making you cry out his name over and over again, already feeling your orgasm creeping up on you again.

“Look how long it takes you to cum on that thing” he mumbled, licking his lips as he watched how the toy kept disappearing inside you, “it doesn’t take that long when I’m fucking your cunt with my cock.”

“Then let me have you instead” you groaned, out of breath, sweaty, close to giving in once again, “I want you…”

“Patience, love, we’ll get to it, eventually…” he mumbled, shifting closer, ready to tease you even more. Turning on the highest vibration setting, you watched his bicep flex, strained under the fabric of his white shirt and then he speed up again, making your legs spread even wider for him.

He was almost there, in the reach of your arm and you were reaching out to rake your fingernails over his head, tug on his hair for stability, but before you could touch him you were already gone again, spiraling again, the vibration shaking your walls, not quite hitting the spot he always did, but it was enough to have you cumming for a second time. You whimpered through it, and he slowed his movement as you came down, grinning when you could open your eyes and look into his again.

“That’s two…” you panted, “just one more.”

“We’ll see” he mumbled, standing back up and gesturing for you to help him out of his trousers.

You whined softly as he pulled the toy out of you, placing it aside and you shot up instantly when you realized he was going to finally fuck you, gladly undoing his trousers, shuffling them down his hips, eager to pull his hard cock from its restraints. You were salivating, looking desperately at him, knowing he’d fuck you so much better than the toy and you were impatient, needed him so badly.

“Don’t think I will give it to you that easily…” John groaned, his hands gripping your ankles as he pulled you downwards again, until your legs were placed on the floor, ass placed on the edge of your bed.

He stepped out of his pants, discarding them to the side, until the purple toy was back in his hand and set to the highest vibration mode.

“J-John…” you writhed, moaning out his name, when he slid the vibrator inside your soaked cunt again, his free hand gripping your hip tightly, steadying your movements.

“I told you it won’t be too easy.”

“Let me touch you then… let me wrap my hand around your c-” he didn’t let you finish the sentence when he drove the vibrator back inside you. His other hand was still painfully gripping your hip, keeping you in place, as you withered again, your head falling backwards.

“Beg” he commanded and you groaned loudly, “beg or I’ll won’t stop ‘til you faint.”

“John, p-please…” you mumbled out swallowing hard, as your eyes met his gaze.

“Louder” John growled through his gritted teeth, his wrist pumping the purple toy in an out of you, the vibrations filling your whole body.

“John, please!”

“Mmm, better” he drawled, moving closer to you. When he was in hand reach you gently wrapped your fingers around his cock. John groaned, his head falling back as you gave him few pumps, “I know how desperate you’re for my cock…”

His length was swollen, his tip a faint reddish-purple and you mumbled something incoherent about how much bigger he was as he discarded his remaining clothing. Sinking towards you, you crawled back across the bed to make room for him. Looked like John decided that he was done with teasing you for a while, the need to be inside your heat making his throat dry.

Pushing you down and pulling your hips up, he sunk into you at last and you gasped and groaned, your eyes rolling back, your hands clutching him so tightly. It wasn’t a surprise that he filled you so much better than the toy had. His weight on top of you, the way he was angled so perfectly, so deeply was everything you needed right now.

“Thaaat’s what you needed…” he drawled thickly, exhausted from waiting. “Only I can do that right, yes?”

The burning friction as he pushed inside you, his cock stretching you so good, more than the toy ever could’ve, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes, they fell closed automatically but snapped right back open when John delivered a hard thrust, burying himself deep inside you.

"Eyes on me, little girl” he drawled, “I asked you a question!”

You whimpered, struggling to look back at him, gasping when his hands came down on your breasts, groping them, squeezing, his skillful fingers pinching and twisting your nipples, “Y-Yes…” you whimpered again, “O-Only you can do that John…”

He grunted in response, pulling and twisting on your nipples, enjoying how quickly they reacted to him, hard. He leaned closer, your bodies pressed together firmly, pressing his lips to yours, moving them for the first time, his kisses hungrily, possessive and controlling, and you melted into the mattress. He bit your lip hard, his dominance well visible.

“That little thing can’t touch you like I can…”

He had you so good, so satisfied, so full, but still wanting more. You were truly trapped under his grip and breathless but you angled your hips desperately, grinding into him as much as you could. You could hear just how much he was enjoying it, his vocality spilling out constantly.

“Look how desperate you are, how pathetic… trying to fuck yourself on me. I know how only my cock can satisfy you.”

He fucked you hard, his palms pressed into the bed above your head, no regard for how sore or sensitive you were already and then he spat a determined, “Apologize, little girl” he punctuated each word with a bruising thrust, his round eyes so dark now it almost scared you.

“I-I’m sorry” you cried, not even questioning him now. You wanted him badly, and you were going to do whatever it took.

“Again,“ he rasped. "I didn’t hear you, little girl… Try harder…” his hips picked up the pace as he drove harder and harder inside you, his deep voice shaking as he panted.

“I’m sorry, babyyy…” you whimpered, trying to meet his thrusts, the sensation slowly but surely overwhelming you. You were so close.

“Only I can fuck you like that,” he groaned, his hands moving down to your hips to hold your body in place.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry, John, only your cock does it for me, you’re right, even when I fuck myself when you’re not there it’s not the same…”

“That right, little girl” he announced, “you made a fucking mess…” he was relentless in the way he spoke, filthier than you’d ever heard him tonight, so focused on taking you there again, desperate to prove a point both of you had long forgotten, “Am I fucking you that good? Is that what you wanted, little girl? I can feel how your cunt got much wetter when I filled you… I can feel how you’re squeezing around me…” you shook violently, so close to giving in for what you were sure would be the last time.

“This thing… is fucking pathetic… something almost dry fucks you better than I do?” he drawled ridiculously, gesturing to the infamous toy beside you.

“N-No…” you whined, tears forming in your eyes, the heat between your legs becoming too much as your hips collided over and over again.

“No?” he groaned.

“N-No, it’s not better than you- ohhhh…”

John chose that moment to deliver a particularly hard thrust, nudging right into that spot that had stayed unattended to before and he sent you spiraling, your body shaking, your chest heavily rising and falling, a string of profanities rolling of your tongue, blending together with praises of his name as your walls squeezing around his throbbing cock, the burning stretch forcing your eyes shut as the pleasure washed over you.

He drew out of you quickly as you came down, one hand stroking your knee almost comfortingly and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mind whirring. You could tell he was struggling just from how much he was shaking, how heavily he was breathing and he held the base of his cock for a moment to keep himself from spilling over at the sight of you dripping down your legs filthily.

He took a deep breath then spoke again, deeper, much more focused, “Turn around, you filthy slut. Gonna take you the way you should be taken…”

“I thought we said three,” you mumbled, dazed. You felt like you were gonna cry from the intensity of his glare back. You didn’t move. He cocked his head, blinked couple of times, stretched his jaw. And then, his patience already tested enough, he pulled you up, spun you round, held you against his chest.

“You said three… not me” he drawled, before pushing you back onto the bed, in position to take him again.

You whimpered, his words firm, decisive, there was no way you could argue with him now. Not that you wanted to, the way the tip of his cock brushed up against your entrance, poking inside just slightly, teasing you, enjoying those whimpers and helpless moans falling from your mouth. He lived for your reaction, seeing you writhing beneath him.

“J-John, I … I don’t know if I can…”

“You can and you fucking will, slut…” he drawled, his hands gripping onto your hips possessively, holding you in place, “You think that I will let you cum twice on that stupid thing and only once on my cock? I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, you little slut” he shoved you into the mattress and a strangled moan fell from your lips as he used that moment to bury himself inside you again, one swift thrust and he filled you up again, your still sensitive walls fluttering instantly around him, hungry for him, for the friction his throbbing cock created inside you, taking full control of your body.

You wanted to remind him that you’d never claimed anything was better than him, especially your little toy and he echoed that fact in the way he dipped in and out of you over and over, deeper each time. You were thankful he found it in him to use his anger on you like this nonetheless. You fell into a daze, your mind fogging over as he pulled your hips back onto him each time, his grunts filling the gap between your moans.

“Apologize,” he grunted, reaching forward to grip your shoulder for extra leverage. His fingers dug into your collarbone as he grunted his second word to snap you out of your silence, “again.”

“I’m sorry John…”

“Again,” he breathed, unsatisfied.

“Haven’t I said sorry enough?” you mumbled, exhausted.

You heard him hiss, his movements slowing for a brief moment, then he drove himself deep inside you again.

“Have I fucked you enough?” he spat out and you could hear in the way he posed the question how he was trying to stay calm, how his his voice went even deeper and he pulled back, his grip on your hip tightening and he pushed inside you hard, making you gasp and lurch forward, “Or do you prefer that toy?”

“John!”

“Did I stutter, princess?” he asked, his voice calm, but with the edge of a threat, danger coiling under the surface, “I can stop right now if that’s what you want…”

“No!” you whined, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle it, your body physically aching for him, already fearing that he would leave you like this, desperate and shaking for him, “No, please…” you cried, your heart skipping a beat and you backed up on him weakly, ready to do anything for him to keep fucking you hard like this. You knew you’d be bruised tomorrow, you were bruised already, your legs weak, your walls sore.

“Just say the word and I’ll leave you dripping, your cunt empty, clenching around nothing…”

“No, please!” you begged him, you were aware of how pathetic your pleads for him were now, but it would be too much for you if he stopped now, his words having you tense and desperate.

“Apologize!” he growled, his hand coming down harshly on your ass, colliding with your skin. You lurched forward again, screaming into the pillow.

Your mind was clouded with lust, the stinging feeling of your now reddening skin had you reeling, aching for more and you knew he could probably feel you getting wetter, silently begging him to spank you again.

“Don’t need me then?” He taunted you, “You have that instead, I know…”

You let out another strangled moan as he buried himself deep inside you, brushing into just the right spot, holding himself there. “N-No…” you cried, forcing yourself to speak, not wanting this feeling to end. “I do need you, John, I need you so bad, that thing is nothing compared to you…”

You hoped for him to take pity on you now, but he had no mercy, slowing his movements, having grown aware of how much he was giving you, now purposely not pushing himself all the way inside you.

“One last chance, love. Apologize!” another slap on your ass, this time on the other cheek and you whined, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take much more.

“I’m sorry, John, I’m so sorry, baby … it’s o-only you…”

“Thaaa’s it…” he drawled, dragging his hand slowly down your back.

“J-John, please fuck me harder” you whined, desperate for him to hit that spot again, “Are you jealous John?” you giggled breathlessly as he fucked you into the mattress, almost too quietly for him to hear you. But he did.

“Don’t you fucking dare, slut” he groaned, his hips slowing suddenly, his hand slamming against the sensitive skin of your ass again, his lips twitching violently as he watched you writhe, “Don’t you fucking dare to talk to me like that again or I’ll walk out of here and leave you here, alone, a fucking mess on the bed and your cunt soaked and empty…”

Letting out a sharp breath, he smacked you once more, branding you as his and pulled out before you could even finish screaming. You knew if you tested his patience too much that it’d go something like this - but you hadn’t realised he still had the strength to pull out of you.

“You don’t deserve it, slut” he drawled, watching you heave breathlessly, an embarrassed, swollen mess for him on the mattress.

You turned around and it took all your strength as you looked back at him with wide eyes, desperate, regretting everything you’d said talking back to him. You’d underestimated him, and it wasn’t the first time you’d made that mistake either.

“Please come back…” you whined, his prediction very much coming true instantly, you were almost sobbing, so insanely wet for him, your juices running down your thighs, “I need you…”

“You can’t listen… you won’t fucking listen…”

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded, “I’m so sorry, don’t leave please…”

John’s lips parted, as if he were considering what to do with you. He ran his fist over his cock a couple of times, coated in your arousal and sighed, the frustration almost too much for him.

“I’ll tell what I’d do now” he grunted, pacing a little as he spoke, “I’m gonna tie you, to the bed, blindfold you, put the toy inside you and leave” he cleared his throat. But you were still  squirming with just his words. You were speechless. You felt so dirty. Your own throat was dry. “And I’d be back after the battery runs out…” you tried to move towards him convince him that you were going to be good, that you were never going to last through the hour long charge, that you wanted him more than he knew, but he stepped back, refusing to let you touch him.

“Please John” you sobbed, “p-please, I need to let go. I need you” you told him, pathetic, “John no please, please don’t….“ you cried, stumbling towards him on the bed, your legs shaking, your hands shaking, your core shaking.

He cocked an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lip twitching. You knew he wanted you, you knew he was desperate to get you there again, to fuck you so hard you’d remember it for days but he kept his self-control, eyeing your body up and down, your skin flushed, from where he’d been.

The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a small smile, your heart skipping a beat of relief when he stepped closer to you again, closer to the edge of the bed where you sat, weak, desperate for him.

“You want my cock?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly, licking your lips.

He chuckled a little, “Fucking suck it, then” he gave in, “suck it before I change my mind.”

You wasted no time in moving closer to him, dropping back down onto all fours so that you could bring your lips close to his head, so big, so swollen and taste him, taste yourself. Your hands squeezed his delicious ass to bring him closer. He was hot and thick and felt heavy on your tongue and you squirmed as he stepped forward into you, the heat of your mouth so inviting. You flattened you tongue to make room for him, hollowed your cheeks and he groaned, unable to find words after so long. He moved his hands so that one was cupping your throat, his thumb pushing into the soft, sensitive skin under your chin, the lightest amount of pressure to tilt your gaze up at him. His other hand was on the top of your head and he purred in pleasure as he stroked your hair, his fingers tangled in the knots, his eyelids so heavy and full of lust.

He stared you down, the intensity of his eyes sending shivers down your spine, the sensation going straight to your core. You were empty, so wet for him, closing your lips around him to start suck him eagerly, desperate to prove to him that you were going to be good for him, that you deserved him, hoping he would give in and fuck you again as you purred on his cock, the tender way he stroked your hair a sharp contrast to his hips starting to rock and push inside you slowly.

John stopped you, taking a small step back, moving his hand to give himself a few more slow pumps.

“What if I just cum on your face, how you’d like that?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You sneaked your hand between your legs, massaging your clit with your fingers, but he quickly smacked it away.

“Don’t touch your cunt… you’re such a dirty little slut, can’t hold it now.”

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Elizabeth Mikaelson - What If? Chapter 18

Authors Note: Latest chapter has arrived. Thank you to my glorious tech loving neighbour to whom has let me borrow their PC until I can get mine back former glory! Feedback makes me a better writer! This part of Elizabeth’s journey is almost at a close but not to worry she will make a reappearance in the future I have plans for her.  Word Count: 3676 Warnings: None

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Seeing Mystic Falls shrink into the background as we left it and everybody behind. Finn and Esther had disappeared. Kol had left and Elijah needed to clear his head. The words spoken by his mother had stuck with him, he didn’t say anything but I just knew. The only sound was the engine in the car as it ate up the miles to whatever destination Elijah was heading towards. 

It was just his lack of words that was making me extremely concerned. What Esther said to her children was harsh and uncalled for. And as I glanced over to Elijah he had a serious expression on his features and held onto the steering wheel as tightly as he could and I was surprised that it hadn’t shattered. I reached out to place a hand onto his thigh and  my action of affection sort of brought him back into the moment but not enough. 

“Hey, why don’t we pull over?” I suggested softly, rubbing his thigh lovingly. 

Elijah still refused to speak but he signalled for the car to pull over and parked it onto a grass verge. Unbuckling his seatbelt he leaned back into the seat, loosening his tie he closed his eyes resting them for a moment. Listening to his breathing starting to settle, I was slightly relieved that he was slowly starting to calm down. 

“What if she was right?” Elijah asked quietly. 

“But she isn’t.” 

“I’ve killed, maimed and slaughtered people amongst other things for my own gain.”

“Haven’t we all? The one thing Esther fails to understand is that as vampires everything is heightened to us. We all struggle, we all have times where we are weak and most importantly we’ve all made mistakes. But it’s what we bring for the future that defines us, not the past. We protect our family. And you are one of the most caring people I know Elijah, you're so driven to protect the ones you love. Esther’s claims, she said to hurt you because she knew she could damage you the most.” I replied as I turned in the seat so I could cup his cheek with my hand. 

“Thank you for your kind words, but what did I ever do to deserve you?” Elijah asked me as he leant into my touch. 

“Those kind words happen to be the truth, but if you really want to know it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. You saved me when I was slowly turning into the monster that books and stories depict us. It was you who made me realise who I could truly be.”

We sat in the parked car just enjoying each other's presence just watching the world go by. We had all the time in the world so it was enjoyable to just sit back and watch the clouds float along in the clear blue sky. Resting my head on Elijah’s shoulder I let out a peaceful and content sigh. It finally felt as things were starting to get back on track for us.

“Come let's go for a walk, the weather is beautiful. Let us not waste an opportunity like this.” I said breaking the silence. As I unbuckled my own seatbelt I opened the passenger car door and stepped outside. I took a deep breath in, the fresh clear air filled my lungs and I could smell the grass and the daisies that grew in the field nearby. Elijah also exited the car and was about to sort his tie out when I looked over the car roof. “Leave it.” I said softly.

He looked at me unsure what to do.

“There is nobody to see you, I don’t often get to see you with your tie loose at least let me enjoy the view.” I added with a chuckle.

“I thought we were looking at the weather?” Elijah asked in jest, raising his eyebrow as he made his way to my side of the road. 

“And I’m a lady so I can multitask and enjoy both.” I said with a wink and chuckle, taking his hand in mine and interlaced my fingers with his. 

We both started to walk along the side of the road until I spotted a path that led to a dirt path, slightly tugging on Elijah’s hand as we made our way down the path. Tree’s dotted all along the path and the sound of songbirds singing their retrospective songs as we walked past. With the sky still clear and the white fluffy clouds floating it was a perfect way to distract Elijah from the previous events. 

“Did you even have a destination in mind while you were driving?” I asked, coming to a halt.

 “I was just following the road, I appreciate that you came. You could have stayed with Rebekah.” Elijah admitted. 

“And leave you to think on your own? Rebekah understands that you come first. I’m married to you, not her. I told Rebekah it wasn’t a goodbye.” I replied to my husband, looking at him.

“Where would you like to go?” Elijah asked, bringing our interlaced hands towards his lips kissing the knuckles softly.

Repeating his action but on his own hand, I looked up. “Well truth is we need to head to Richmond, there’s a little girl who needs us.” I whispered.

Cutting our walk short we turned around and headed back to the car. Opening the car Elijah guided me into the passenger seat. Sorting out my seatbelt I waited for him to be ready. He started the car and proceeded the journey to Richmond.

“What I’m going to tell you no one else knows. But I also understand that it’s also a lot to process.” 

Elijah never said a word but he did glance over to me and gave me a reassuring look that he would listen and support me with whatever I had to say.

I explained to Elijah about everything that happened whilst he was daggered, my trip to New York when I was avoiding everyone so I could build myself into a stronger person. I told him about how Jacob approached me in the coffee shop, telling me about my sister and about little Nicole and the unfortunate call I received this morning about his sudden death. 

“I can now understand fully how you cherish Rebekah the way you do.” 

“I want to do right by her. We are all the remaining family, this little girl has left Lijah. She’s lost both of her parents far too quickly. No child should ever go through that.”      

“I give you my word we will do right by Nicole. I wish I was around to meet her father.” Elijah says, reaching out to my hand giving it a quick squeeze. 

“It’s not something we could control. Your brother seems to have the worst timing to set in motion his plans, I know it’s not ideal and I’ve said this before but I can’t let her be raised by strangers who don’t understand her potential.” I told him my voice cracking slightly.

“We will protect her, give her a home. She is family. Always and forever.” 

Because the drive to Richmond from Mystic Falls was less than three hours we arrived late in the afternoon, whilst in the car I had spoken to the child services agent that I had a call from this morning and arranged to meet her tomorrow.

We pulled up into a car parking complex which held one of my favourite hotels in the city. As the car came to a stop and the engine off. Elijah turns to me, giving me a gentle look into my eyes and opens his car door and goes around to my side to let me out, taking his arm we head into the hotel and within a matter of moments we head up into a room. Helping me take off my overcoat he turns to hang it on the back of the chair in the small sitting room space.

“Have you thought about Nicole?” He asked.

“I think about her all the time.” I replied looking fondly at him.

“The family as a whole has an extremely large target on our backs. Just because our last name is Mikaelson, I don’t wish for our enemies to exploit her to get to us.” 

“I understand where you're coming from Elijah and it’s something we have never had to prepare for. We can’t predict what the future has in store for any of us as a family but all we can do is take everyday as it comes.” I say as I take a seat to the sofa, taking off my shoes massaging the soles of my feet.

“Very well.” Elijah responds, taking a seat next to me and brings up my other leg to help relax me.

“There is one thing that strikes me as odd.”

“How so?” Elijah queeries.

“Jacob’s death was sudden, the last time we spoke there was no inclination in his voice that he sounded stressed nor paranoid. And when I visited him he seemed to be in perfect health. A little sleep deprived but that seemed normal with being a single parent with a young child.”

“Perhaps we can find out more when we arrive at the house, maybe there is something we can figure out that the humans cannot.”

The next morning both of us were heading up the path to my former brother in law’s house. It felt odd being here so soon and it saddened me that Nicole was left without both of her birth parents but I also felt honoured that she would now be in our care. As I was about to knock on the door it opened from the other side, revealing a tall woman around five foot seven, with long blonde hair and glasses, she had a warm smile on her face. 

“Mrs Mikaelson?” She asked softly.

“Hi Brianna, this is my husband Elijah.” I replied to her shaking her hand while I introduced Elijah to the human.

Elijah shook the human’s hand, he gave her a quick glance up and down with his eyes and then we were invited inside. 

Inside the house was just as before, the layout of the furniture was the same, the only thing missing were the two former occupants. Brianna invited us to sit down in the living room whilst she went into Nicole's bedroom to check on her. Apparently she had been put down for a sleep as she hadn’t slept well the night before and was still exhausted and cranky. 

“How has Nicole been?” I asked softly the moment when the human sat in the chair that Jacob once sat in. 

“She realises her father is missing from her routine and doesn’t like the sudden change, but it is normal. She has been eating but her sleeping schedule has varied day by day.” 

“How long has it been since Jacob’s passing?” Elijah asked.

“It’s been two weeks since his death.”

Hearing that it had been weeks since hearing about Jacob made my blood boil, feeling my temper start to rise. I felt the soothing touch of Elijah’s hand rubbing small circles on my leg. Clearing my throat ever so slightly I looked at the human dead in her eyes. “And you waited this long to phone me?” 

“I understand your dismay Mrs Mikaelson but we had some difficulty getting your information, it was only later discovered in Mr Josephs last will and testament that his daughter would go into the care of you and your husband. He left your contact details with his final wishes along with a sealed envelope that would only be able to be opened by you or your husband.” Brianna replies, her words were straight to the point there seemed to be no emotion to her explanation.  

The human gets up and walks over to the dark solid oak drawers and pulls out a large envelope along with a stack of worn and weathered books. She picks them up and places them on the coffee table in the room. “Jacob stated in his will that you and your husband were fans of history and left you these to add to your collection.” 

Elijah reached out and picked the first book from the pile, he opened it and the worn spine of the book cracked open when he flicked through some of the pages. Glancing over his shoulder I saw they were in fact his grimoire and spelled to look like history books. Closing the book softly Elijah smiled at the human. “His legacy will be remembered.” 

The three of us then heard the faint sound of fussing from the other room and Brianna got up from her seat, when I also took to my feet. “May I?” I asked softly.

“Of course.” She replied and with that I left the room and entered Nicole's room. She was still sleeping in the bed she had before and once she saw me she stopped with her fussing and went quiet but had a smile to her features, raising her arms I bent down and lifted her into my arms. 

“Hi there, little one.” I whispered to her ear and planted a soft kiss to the side of her head. 

“Li Li.” Nicole attempts to say, with a beaming smile as she reaches out to touch my face with her small chubby hands.

Catching her hands with my mouth I give them a playful attack of kisses she lets out a giggling frenzy and wriggles in my arms trying to get away. Setting her down she pulls her top down and does a little dance once she had finished and then approached the door. 

She cautiously walked into the other room and shot her head around to make sure I was still following closely behind, I gave her a reassuring smile and picked her back up, balancing her on my hip as then bounced her around a little to calm her down. 

“I was just explaining the procedure to your husband, we will be visiting your home to make sure it is suitable and once I am satisfied that you are able to care for Nicole and give her everything she needs, we would let you take her home with you. The process can be lengthy but don’t worry Nicole is in good hands. 

As I was bouncing Nicole I felt a strange feeling, I sensed magic here and it wasn’t Jacobs, it was magic I had sensed prior to that and I had a gut feeling that foul play was involved. Setting Nicole to the floor near her toy box much to her dismay but she was then immediately distracted by a soft bear. 

“Would you mind if we spoke outside?” I asked looking at Brianna.

“Of course not.” She replied with a small smile. 

Picking up the letter on the coffee table I kissed my fore and middle finger and placed them on Nicole’s head and then walked to the front door followed by Elijah. As we took a step outside he closed the door behind us. 

“Jacob left his grimoires and what seems to be a diary for you.” Elijah says.

“Did you feel the atmosphere inside?” I asked quietly, shifting on my feet the heels of my shoes clicking on the stone outside.

“You mean the presence of another and magic? Then yes. I felt it.”

“Lets see what this letter has to say.” I offer, using my nail to open the sealed flap.

Elizabeth. Elijah.

I hope this letter finds you well and I thank you both for being here for my daughter in this time of need, but if you are reading this then my darkest fears have come true Nicole lost me as well as her mother. 

I am sorry that it has come to this but I need you to take Nicole and raise her as your own child. Please I beg of you. You and your family are all she has left and the only ones I know who can protect her if needed. 

The past few days have been strange. A woman with her son approached the house, asking about you Elizabeth. I sensed her strong magic and it frightened me. Her son also had the same intimidating effect. I tried my best to put a protection spell on the house but my magic had no comparison to the pure strength I was up against. 

Elizabeth, I have left you all of our grimoires so you can learn to cast and control your magic and be able to guide Nicole when the time is right. From the moment I met you I knew you would be good for her. And I know deep in my heart that Elijah will be there to support and love her. Please take care of my daughter, teach her the world and show her how beautiful it can be. 

Until we meet again. Jacob       

Reading the letter brought tears to my eyes, but also reading it brought my suspicions to light Nicole’s father had been killed.

“With this letter and the presence we have both felt I’m sure you have come to the same conclusion that I have. The woman I once called my mother did this.”

“We can’t come to conclusions Lijah, you heard it from Brianna that Jacob died two weeks ago. ”

“Unless this is all but a mere ruse and fable created by Finn. When in reality this could have happened days ago.” Elijah whispered in a low tone, his hands balled into fists. I was unable to comprehend that a mother such as Esther would cause a child to lose both of her parents.

“It would explain why the presence is still strong.” I said sharply trying to calm my husband in the process. “We need to get Nicole and leave now.”

Elijah brought me into an embrace and brought his lips close to my ear. “I am truly sorry this has happened but we will get our revenge, I give you my word.”

Elijah took the letter and folded it into his pocket and we both headed inside. Putting on a charade Elijah made his way to the human whilst I walked over to Nicole and picked her and her stuffed animal up moving her away from Elijah. 

“Li, Li? What doing?” Nicole asked in her babble as I brought her back to her bedroom.

“We’re going on a trip, you me and Elijah so we need to pack some things ok? Do you want to help?” I asked her in a higher tone, putting her to the floor.

Nicole nodded and went to her bed and picked up some of her stuffed cuddly toys. “We need Fluffy nd Moo.” She babbled as I moved to her drawers and picked out some clothes laying them on the bed until I found a bag to put them in. 

From the other room I heard Elijah compel the human saying she wouldn’t remember Nicole, her case or ever meeting us telling her to collect her things and leave the house. Elijah softly knocked on the door. “I will start loading the car with the things we need.” 

“Thank you.” I told him softly. 

Within a few minutes we had everything we needed for Nicole along with the grimoires that had been left and some family photos for Nicole once she was older, as I was buckling her into her car seat I turned to see Elijah look at the light blue wooden front door. With a match in his hand. Elijah had turned on the gas from the cooker in the kitchen and led a trail of alcohol from the living room to the front door. We wanted to leave no trace of Jacob or Nicole behind that way she would be safe. Closing the door to the car I walked over to Elijah. “I vow to you that Esther and Finn will pay for their actions.” And with that he lit the match and threw it inside, we sped to a distance and watched the house go up in smoke. 

“What do we do now?” He asked, turning to look at me then behind to the car seeing that Nicole had fallen asleep.

“It’s dangerous and unfit for a child to be around. We have unfinished business that needs to be dealt with. I have a friend who will keep her safe until it's time for us to be a family. I will control my magic to fight alongside you, we are dealing with some serious power. Because now we have someone else who relies on us. And I promise I will not let either of you down.”

Elijah dropped the car keys into the palm of my hand. “Are we going to visit who I think we are?” He asked softly but there was a tone of jealousy in his voice. “You are aware he despises my very existence.”

“Jean-Paul only hates you Elijah because you already have what he wants. Me. But unless he wishes to stop living his life, it will be in his best interest that he cooperates with us. I will make it known I have no problem ending his existence.” I explained as I got into the driver's seat.

Getting settled in the passenger side, Elijah let out a sigh. “Is Penelope not an option?” 

“As much as I love her to bits, it wouldn’t be a wise choice. Jean-Paul knows how to stay hidden and that is what I’m counting on.”

“And how are we going to find him, if he knows to stick to the shadows?” 

“Because unlike the degenerate vampires he hides from, I know him better than he knows himself. Niklaus would like him, the pair of them do share common traits.” 

“I would find that very hard to believe my dear.” Elijah replies with a slight chuckle as he turns to check on the small sleeping form on the backseat. 

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Persephone | John Wick x Reader (Epilogue)

Words: 1455

Warning: Usual JW-verse violence, minor swearing

Persephone series Masterlist

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“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Sokolov spat as he backed up against the wall, gun at the ready, “We are all pawns in this world, controlled by a small self-righteous group that thinks they’re above everyone, that the people below are nothing and watch us as we struggle and starve and kill each other like animals. I am trying to break that cycle! Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“The civilians had nothing to do with this,” you reminded him, “and I don’t think that you out of all people should judge whether or not I know anything. How long have you been in the Underworld? Not long enough to know that while it’s a violent world, it never drags civilians into their affairs.”

You were counting down the minutes before the Adjudicator got there, feeling yourself growing light headed the longer you stood. His guards were scattered on the floor as the result of your altercation while you sustained a stab wound, several cuts and bruises, and probably a concussion.

“Why don’t you just kill me then?”

You grimaced. “That’s not my job.”

Sokolov slowly lowered his gun, but you did not let your guard down. “Don’t you want to know what happened to your family?” he asked.

“They were murdered under Ophelia’s orders. I know already,” you said, disgusted that people continued to use your parents as a way to get under your skin.

Sokolov smirked. “Were they, though?”

He grunted as your fist connected to his jaw. He stumbled back and lost his balance, landing on the hard floor with a thud. Blood began to coat his lips as he held his jaw, glaring up at you.

“They said I couldn’t kill you. Doesn’t mean I couldn’t beat the shit out of you, but it looks like you can’t handle anymore.”

He spat blood at your feet and laughed. “Then tell me, honestly, you loved the killing, don’t you? The hunt. Watching your prey scramble as you poise, ready to strike.” You remained silent. “How would you have done it?”

You sighed, sheathing your blade before crouching next to him. “I would have targeted at the top, the legs of the Table. Make it wobble. Draw the attention of the Elder if I had to. I was close, too, but you were just like a spoiled child barging in and knocking down everything, all that prep for nothing. And you don’t want to take responsibility, you just want to blame someone else.”

“You’ve made a deal with the Elder,” he stated. “How do you know that he’ll keep his word?”

“He’ll have to,” you said, standing up as you hear the familiar clacking of heels entering the warehouse. “Everyone should know by now what happens if they don’t.”

The Adjudicator arrived and gave him his sentence as you walked away, the sound of a gunshot echoing against the metal walls.

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“Do you want to know what I told Helen?” John whispered hoarsely, referring to the visit to the cemetery as the two of you sat on a distressed bench facing the docks, awaiting for the boat.

You tilted your head. “I don’t want to pry.”

“I told her… I believed in damnation and I knew I was damned long before I met her. I felt unworthy of her, after all the things I’ve done. I fooled myself into believing that I could get some form of forgiveness from the world and that was why she was in my life. Then she was gone. When I thought I could heal and start over, the dog that she gave me when she left, Daisy, was taken from me. Maybe it wasn’t forgiveness. Maybe it was torture, to love and be loved, then have it ripped away from you. That was why I refused to name Cerberus… and why I was hesitant to be close to you. What if you were both taken from me, too?” He sighed and looked up at the sky, a seagull flying overhead. “And if I were to die, my soul will be sent to hell, and I will be alone. Maybe that’s what was meant to be, for me to be alone. To constantly hunt and be hunted.”

“Then who’s going to help me with my shop?”

He chuckled, then winced as pain shot through his side at the movement. He shifts in his seat, eyes squinting at the approaching vessel. One of the sailors waved at him before docking the boat. They jumped onto the wooden deck and made their way over, showing a coin given to them by the Adjudicator. John nodded before squeezing your hand, prompting you to open your eyes.

“Let’s go.”

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John woke up with the smell of bacon and eggs in the air as soft tapping drew near to the spacious simplistic room. Cerberus jumped onto the bed and licked his human’s face, tail wagging as he sat up. He led John to the kitchen where you were cooking at the stove, a big basket of flowers with a note sitting on the kitchen table.

“What’s this?” John asked, plucking the note out.

“From the new Bowery Queen,” you said over your shoulder, scooping out the scrambled eggs and laid it out on a plate next to the bacon.

John read the note over and hummed. Alexa Kostas, known as Artemis, was chosen as the new ruler of the Bowery after the former king went missing. After swearing fealty to the Table, she decided to work alongside the Instructor to create a network that checks and balances key figures in the system, including the High Table members. Nastya later resigned as a Table member and passed it on to Rozaliya, deciding to work on other matters, mainly growing her group, Virago, into a council of sorts.

“Sit and eat,” you said, placing the plate down next to him.

He dropped the note back into the basket and smiled at you. “How’s the shop?”

“Renovations should be wrapping up soon, then we’ll have to start ordering supplies in,” you said excitedly, turning back to the kitchen to make your own plate.

He hummed again, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned back and sighed with a smile on your face. You felt his head against yours as you stared out the window, the soft lulling of the ocean waves as it crashes against the shore and the calm rustling of leaves dancing in the wind just outside.

There was color in your life after all this time. Like it was finally spring after a long dark winter. None of you knew when the Underworld would come calling, but for now…

An irritated bark broke the silence as Cerberus waited impatiently by his humans’ feet. You looked down at him and saw the collar and leash in his mouth.

“I’ll go take him out. Go eat,” you told John, taking the leash from Cerberus and putting it on him.

You and Cerberus took a leisurely stroll down the road, stopping every now and then at a spot he hadn’t marked yet. There was no need to look over your shoulder or hide. You could walk freely and do as you wish. It was easier said than done. Old habits do die hard. You didn’t say anything when John had been working in the basement mixing cement and you knew he had found the loose floorboard next to your side of the bed.

Cerberus stopped near a lamppost and sniffed around. You looked away to give him privacy and keep on the lookout. You weren’t sure what for, but your former line of work made you learn to trust your instincts.

Once Cerberus was done, kicking up loose grass and leaves to cover it up, you turned to head back to the house when a figure in ragged dark clothing emanating a strong stench. He held out a metal cup with his fingerless gloved hand and shook it in front of you. Cerberus growled at your side.

“Spare change?” he asked, shoving the cup closer to you and tilted it, revealing a piece of paper inside.

You frowned, taking out some change from your pocket and slid it in his cup, taking the paper at the same time. He nodded silently, then carried on his way, walking towards the town.

When you reached the house, John had already finished breakfast and was washing the dishes. You took off Cerberus’s leash and made sure all the doors were locked before closing the blinds.

“Something wrong?” John asked.

You grimaced, handing him the note. His face turned solemn as he took it, unfolding it slowly and read.

“I’m still here.”

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The Night Series Pt.51

Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader Words: 707

Disclaimer: This series is based on the world created by the amazing Sarah J. Maas. These characters are hers and no hate intended towards any of them. I love them all.

Author’s note: Hello everyone! SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT AGES! And sorry for this short chapter! Next one will be longer & more things will happen *wink wink* But anyways, I hope you all still like this and I’ll try to update sooner! Love you all <3 

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Sweet Dreams

Find me. You already know who I am.

I woke up to a soothing darkness. Those words haunting me in my dreams. Was the vision trying to tell me something? Or was it just what I wanted to hear? Either way… that voice… it seemed so familiar, yet so… I didn’t even want to entertain the idea. I just wanted it all to be over. And now it could be. We finally had all the relics. We had successfully retrieved all of them. I don’t know how, but we had. Despite everything, I felt myself smiling.

This will be over soon, I thought.

My smile died when I felt something move on my side, and as my vision adjusted to the darkness, I realized Rhysand was laying down beside me… Looking at me… Were we in the same bed?

You are letting your guard down around him pretty easily… you haven’t even looked where you are…

I quickly scanned the room and noticed we were alone in a tent. My cheeks started to burn.

Focus, I reminded myself. How did you get here?

Somewhere on the way back, I might have fallen asleep in Rhysand’s arms. I was incredibly exhausted, so really it was no surpri…

“Rhysand?”, I whispered as I felt his hand on my hair. “You were smiling. What were you thinking of?”, he asked.

I blinked and let my body relax as his fingers caressed my hair.

“We have them all”, I whispered. “We do”, he whispered back at me and I just couldn’t help but to keep looking at those beautiful violet eyes of him.

I breathed and closed my eyes.

Focus.

“We’re almost there”, he said.

I opened my eyes.

“Then let’s go. Let’s finish this. We only have to put them together and—”

He pushed me back on the bed the moment I started to get up.

“You have to rest”, he said as he looked at me with worry in his eyes. “But it’s only the final—”, he interrupted me. “We don’t know what’s waiting there now that we have all the relics, (Y/N). I don’t think it’ll be easy. For now rest, get some energy and…”, he paused.

Then sighed.

“Tomorrow is a special night for my Court and I’m obliged to attend. So this will have to wait a day more”, he said.

I frowned.

“But—

“That is my final word”, he said, startling me a bit, “and don’t you dare think for a second that this is not as important to me as it is for you because it is. I want nothing more than to see… to see her again, but I have obligations too and I’ve already missed a lot of them while going on this quest. So for now please rest and heal your wounds. We’ll finish this tomorrow”.

I fisted my hands.

Kill him. You have everything you need to finish this now. He’s worthless to you now that you’ve gotten what you wanted from him. Kill him. You don’t need him anymore. Kill him. Take his magic away from him. Do it. He’s just on your way. You can end this now. Without him. Do it. Kill him. KILL HIM.

I looked at Rhysand’s violet eyes. He was looking at me warily. As if he was waiting for something bad to happen. I just closed my eyes and grabbed his hand. I say nothing as I let those terrible thoughts dissipate from my mind.

Rhysand is good, I remember myself inside my mind. Rhysand helped you. Rhysand protected you. Rhysand cares for you. Rhysand saved you. Rhysand—

“Is the most handsome High Lord”, Rhysand whispered.

I opened my eyes, terrified that he knew what I was thinking about.

“You think very loudly sometimes”.

I felt the blood on my face drain. What other thoughts had he heard?

“I don’t blame you, look at me. I’m perfect”, he said with a grin.

And I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Yes, yes you are.

We stayed there, laying on the bed, hands entwined with each other, without saying a word.

And, after almost 30 years, I found myself dreaming. Dreaming, dreaming about the moon and the sun… together. And it was beautiful.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[dragonstorytelling]

- bold everything that applies to you

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APPEARANCE

I am over 5’5" (1.70m) // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball caps backwards

HOBBIES/INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to TV shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with my friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // My parents are together // I have hooked up with my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I had met online

AESTHETIC

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in moving vehicles // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote(s) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

[fics-not-tragedies]

Hokey Cokey with the opposite sex

I got a request from @mrsragucci​ like half a century ago and finally it’s the time for it! Also I hope this is at least like 5% close to what you wanted love, because I’ve never wrote anything with the kink you requested and it’s the first try...

SUMMARY: After you tell John that you want to have a baby with him, he discovers a new kink he has. Words:  945; Warnings: smut, breeding kink;

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“Fuck… I forgot how good you felt…” he whispered once he was completely buried inside you once again, giving you a little moment to adjust before he started to move even faster than before you were hit by your orgasm.

You hummed with appreciation, moving with him as best as you could to encourage him to move even faster, “Was my wife that needy?” he teased before picking up his pace, slipping his hand between your body and the mattress when you lifted your hips to meet him, rubbing your most sensitive spot.

“John, please it’s too much already…” you’re writhing under him, feeling the weight of his body on top of you.

“Oh, I think you can handle one more” his hot mouth is back at yours and you can feel how he’s fucking panting against your mouth between whining needily, “I can feel your tight cunt squeezing me, be a good girl and cum for me.”

You doubt you have the strength to give him one more orgasm but you know how close John is to his second orgasm and you can feel his big hard cock twitching inside you.

“F-fuck!” he’s pounding you into the mattress, the obscene sounds of your bodies meeting with his each movement are filling the whole bedroom, “I fucking love your tight little cunt. Made for me. Made for taking my cock so well” the harsh moment when his hand meets your ass surprises you and you let out a loud groan. You can’t speak. All you can let out is another loud moan as you fist his hair with one hand.

“I want to have your babies” you blurt out, feeling your walls squeeze around him repeatedly.

His forehead is pressed to your arm, hair sticky with sweat and you can hear his heavy breaths, how they mix with curses and then he just looks up at you, those big doe eyes melting your soul, a little smile dancing in the corners of his mouth, “You really want to?” John asks softly.

You nod, “Yes.” Right now nothing sounds better, “God, f-fuck, yes, yes John!”

“I never thought about being a father one day…” his movements get a little bit slower and you just cup his face in your hands, leaning in to kiss him.

“Mister Wick, you’d be a great father” you mumble against his lips, then kiss him again, feeling how he smiles.

“If you say so, Miss Wick” John groans, as his mouth slides onto your neck where he leaves a trail of wet kisses, “Oh, b-baby…” another groan and he starts to build up the pace once again, your hands entwined together, “I feel how you’re tightening up… f-fuck you’re milking me so good…” you just moan out in a response, his hand moving between your bodies, so he can flick his thumb over your clit, bringing you closer to the edge, “You want a baby, so lets make one!” you wrap your hands around his neck, your eyes locked together.

“F-fuck me until I can’t walk… a-and if we didn’t succeed this time, we’ll try over and over again” you blurt out, feeling his cock twitch deep inside you.

“Oh my baby… I’ll fuck you every night, make you feel my hot cum inside your tight cunt” his movements are getting faster and faster and you just moan out his name, knowing how much it turns him on, “my beautiful wife” he kisses your collarbone and you gently touch the side of his face, his beard scratching the inside of your hand.

John again slowed for a moment, almost pulling out completely before burying himself inside you completely again, repeating the slow but deep move several times, all the while lazily flicking his thumb over your sensitive spot, effortlessly bringing you to the edge once again.

You moaned each time he buried himself inside you, hitting just the right spot and began rocking back, his moans so close to your ear sending tingles across your skin. “Please don’t stop” you whimpered and he groaned against your neck.

Your breath caught in your throat as he picked up the pace and you forced yourself to lift your gaze, watched him do the same after he watched himself disappear inside you, panting as your eyes met. His gaze was wild, his eyes wide open, mouth agape and you could feel yourself being thrown over the edge.

“I’m s-so close…” you whispered as he hit the same spot all over again, his hand coming down between your legs, rubbing your clit, making you shiver, your body shaking in his arms.

“Cum for me, baby” he moaned against your neck and you could feel him throbbing inside you, clenching around him and arching your back as the pleasure ripped through you.

“J-John…” you whimpered, moaning as he fucked you through your orgasm and you felt him twitch inside you, biting down on your shoulder as he came deep inside you, his hot release coating your walls.

He gently let you lie down on the bed and you pant, your cheek pressed against his neck as he collapse on top of you, his cock still buried inside you, pulsing rapidly.

“A boy, or a girl?” you ask him after a moment, when you are able to speak again.

He chuckles a little, moving to rest on his elbow, “How about… twins” he say softly, his nose rubbing against your cheek.

“Oh, sounds like a challenge” rising your eyebrow you ran your hands through his hair.

“I like challenges” John smiles at you and you can feel your heart flutter at the thought of having his baby.

[fics-not-tragedies]

She does the woods

I am sorry for being so inactive recently, but life, work and Christmas happened and I had too many things to take care of. But we’re in a new year guys! So I decided to share with y’all my latest fic. If anyone’s curious it’s inspired by this song.

SUMMARY: You spend a small vacation with John in the woods somewhere and you decide to go on a long walk with him. Words:  1511; Warnings: smut in the woods;

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The rain was falling down like in a slow motion through the juicy green leaves. You were shielded by your purple raincoat with your buttoned skirt and silky blouse underneath it. It was gloomy, even though the sun was shining through the gaps between the trees. You two wandered deep into the forest and the casual walk turned into a long hike.

As if you wanted to play with John you kept hiding behind the trees, waiting for him to find you and kiss your lips deeply. And he did every time, smashing his lips with yours with such passion, that you wanted him to take you right here, with your back pressed against the wide trunk of the nearest pine tree.

Those moments of joy were happening rarely in the recent months, since John was taking too many jobs, like he still needed to prove everyone around that he’s the best of them all. You two knew that he didn’t had to overdo himself like he always did, so when he said that he’s taking a small vacation, so he could spend some time with you in the lovely cabin located somewhere far from any civilization.

You giggled when he slipped his hands under your raincoat, his calloused fingertips squeezed your nipples through your blouse toying with them for a moment before he let his hands wander down your body. When you moved his hands away from your hips John gave you a confused look, one of his eyebrow raised with question, so you just simply grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the woods.

His lustful gaze definitely wandered to your ass, because you could feel the intense stare of his dark eyes on your butt, that kept peeking from the slightly too short skirt. Of course you wouldn’t wear it going to a family meeting or an official event, but it was perfect when it was just you and John going somewhere and you really wanted to tease him. And you knew he fucking loved it. 

John squeezed your hand and you looked at him over your shoulder. His hair was wet from the rain or maybe it was sweaty from all of the running you two just did, he had few fallen leaves stuck in it which looked extremely cute with the messy hair, but there was a devilish grin forming on his lips. You smiled to yourself well aware of what will come shortly after it.

You two ran out of the edge of the forest right into a small meadow with long grass. There was a river flowing not far from where you were standing, because you heard the water burbling somewhere close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and attacked his lips with yours, crushing them with such passion you didn’t knew you were capable of having.

“Mmmm...” he moaned softly into your lips and tugged on your raincoat showing you that he wants you to take it off. You moved your arms from his neck and let the purple raincoat fell from them into the grass. John groped your breasts receiving a gasp that escaped your lips. He moved his hands to your thighs and slipped one under your skirt.

You bucked your hips towards his touch, as he moved his lips onto your neck, sucking on it harshly, “So eager, so impatient… aren’t you all that darling?” John mumbled into your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I have a better idea” you said taking few steps backwards, slowly moving away from him, as you left him with mouth slightly agape and arms raised in the air like he was silently asking you what the fuck are you doing right now. Giggling you undid all of the buttons on your blouse, then on your skirt discarding them into the grass.

And you had nothing underneath.

John eyes grew wide as he saw you standing naked right in front of him.

“Catch me… if you can John” you said and ran into the river that was at the end of the small grass patch between the woods. The water was cold, but it felt nice on your body that burned with desire for him.

Turning around you saw him taking of his clothes in a rush, almost falling into the water while he was struggling to take off his tight pants. You wandered deeper, the water covering half of your breasts now.

He stood at the shallows, dipping his feet slowly into the water. Looking at you and licking his lips he gave himself a few tugs. He was rock hard and probably dying to fuck you right now.

You were such a tease today, never letting him get what he wants from the moment you entered the woods. His hands wandered on your body, but never got to the places when he wanted to feel them.

And now he was desperate to slip his fingers inside you, feel the warmth envelop them, feel how wet you already were for him.

John got to the place where you were standing, grabbed you by your hips and pulled you flush against his body. His dick brushed at your entrance and you groaned.

This was fucking wild.

“Too much teasing for today” he moved his hand from your hip and slid it between your legs. Toying with your folds, he slipped his fingers inside your entrance.

“FUCK!” the curse that escaped your lips echoed in the whole forest.

“Don’t scare the wildlife, darling” John said leaving bruises all over your neck, his free hand gripping your side firmly, “Everything is so fucking wet” he said, moving his fingers inside you. You squirmed under his touch and moaned his name when they reached the pulsing spot inside you.

“J-John... I-I need...” you tilted your head backwards, his hand reached for your hair and pulled at it making you scream his name. Your eyes remained closed, so you didn’t saw it, but you could bet he smiled, hearing the way his name escaped from your lips, “Fuck” you mumbled, slowly getting back into the reality and pulling both of you from the river. Grabbing his hand you both stood at the dirt next to it.

“Fucking take me John. And better do it right fucking now!” you said, lying on the dirt on your back. He eyed your body from head to your toes and got on top of you. Without a warning John slid his cock inside you, making you moan loudly.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, he twisted it around his wrist and pulled it hard. John buried himself deep inside you and your nails scratched the ground next to your sides, as his lips sucked hard on your neck while he was slamming your walls really hard.

You wrapped your legs around his hips to push him closer to yourself, making him slide deeper inside you.

“F-fuck John!” you screamed, when you felt your orgasm coming slowly, wrapping your legs tighter around him. He pulled himself out of you, making you gasp at the empty feeling.

He turned you onto your stomach and slammed himself right back into you. Still gripping your hair roughly he leaned closer to you and you could feel the weight of his body on your back, as you were laying under him on all fours. John squeezed and twisted your nipple with his free hand making you moan louder.

“F-fuck me harder… John p-please” you groaned. A quick smack landed on your ass and then he repeated it three more times, making you whimper every time his hand collided with the skin on your bare ass. He picked up faster pace and at that angle his cock was hitting the soft bundle of nerves with every movement he made inside you.

He moved his hand from your ass to between your legs and rubbed your clit harshly. 

“Oh, fuck, darling, I-I’m gonna...” John breathed against the back of your neck as your walls clenched around him. When you were still riding your highs he came deep inside you, fucking you through your climax.

John rose to his feet behind you and you rolled onto your back panting. You both breathed like you just run a fucking maraton.

“Look like you have trouble written in dirt on your knees” he laughed almost soundless.

“You’re a fucking trouble John. And I love it” you winked at him, making him chuckle. “Better find my clothes, please John” you batted your eyelashes at him and he just rolled his eyes smiling.

“Everything for you, darling…” he winked at you, full of charm as he always was and you just rolled over onto you stomach to look at him walking between the tall grass and the small bushes in search for your clothes.

His ass looked delicious. Like a ripe peach. And you wanted to touch it.

You wanted to do it badly.

And you were in a mood for more.

The gloomy, wet woods really made you horny.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Wake up in the mood

SUMMARY: You wake up from a naughty dream next to Keanu and he starts to tease you about it. Words:  2815; Warnings: smut; 

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@spookier-than-u; @sparrowsparrow; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @mikaneonox; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @drunkonyellow; @semtempoirmaoo; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @a--1--1--3; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun;

There was something peaceful in the way he held you in his arms, the familiar pair of soft, brown eyes looking down at you. Every colour was more vivid, but everything was blurred, like you were underwater in a pool and everything happened up on the surface. Sheets were pooled at your feet, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the throbbing sensation between your legs more prominent now. Keanu crawled between them, he was hovering above you, but you knew you wanted more of him, the words he spoke never really got to your ears. Then out of sudden, you were back in the dark, the sound got cut off and your eyes snapped open.

Everything was in form of one huge blur, starting to slowly make more sense, their outlines getting more sharp as you became aware of your surroundings. Those things for a moment were only a dream and you just woke up with your legs pressed firmly together, the throbbing emptiness only grew. You were in your bed, with Keanu just right there next to you, but he wasn’t talking nor moaning, sneaked between your legs. His body was pressed close to yours, his hand brushing your hair away from your face and he kept whispering your name, until you didn’t turned your head around and looked at him with half lid eyes.

“Oh, darling” he hummed, his voice still sleepy, his lips inches from your neck and he pressed them to it, so he could cover your skin in gentle wet kisses. He sneaked his arms around your waist and his hands grabbed you by it, as he pressed his body closer to yours.

You felt him pressing up against you from behind, with no covers between you and him, and it didn’t helped to keep your focus on the reality, the haze of your dream still clouding your mind too much, “Are you okay?”

Your breaths were still shaken up a little, the sleepy imagines were still like a fog all over your mind and the way he whispered the question wasn’t helping at all. Nor was the warmth of his hands as they slipped underneath your shirt, grazing your bare skin with his touch, his hot breath dancing all over your skin and maybe he was unaware of the whole situation, but you were quite desperate for him now, the desire for him almost unbearable.

“Darling?“ he spoke again when he didn’t hear any response, another gentle kiss pressed to your neck.

“I-I was… I had...” you mumbled, the images of his naked body on top of you still in your mind and you grind your ass against him.

Keanu was well aware of your movements, letting his hands wander further upwards, kneading with your breasts. You shivered at the sudden contact, melting into his touch when his thumbs grazed over your nipples.

“You’re shaking darling” he spoke right into your ear, shifting slightly, so he could grab a handful of your breasts.

Your body shook again, his soft voice was making your heart beat faster and he was still teasing you, still playing,  clearly ought to make your dream come true. He knew how weak you were for him now, barely able to focus on anything but his fingers pressing against your skin, his lips now reattaching gently to the side of your neck.

“Keanu…” you whispered, pressing your lips together, flicking your tongue between them, tilting your head to the side, so he could have a better access to it.

He hummed, rolling his hips against yours, making your breath shake, “Mmmm, yes, my girl?”

“K-Keanu please...”

“Please?” he repeated the question, chuckling against the skin of your neck, leaving another trail of wet kisses on your skin, his hips pushed into yours once again, his strong arms holding you against him tighter and you couldn’t help but moan, “Tell me what you’re needing princess… oh, darling, you smell so good” he licked the soft spot right behind your ear and you swallowed sharply, rubbing your ass into his crotch.

“Keanu… I-I need you” you mumbled, feeling how his hand twists and pinches your nipples, kneading your breasts that fit perfectly in his hands.

He hummed into your neck with satisfaction, his fingers sliding lower, slipping right into your underwear. He hold his hand still, waiting for your reaction. A deep chuckle left his throat when you pushed your hips forward into his touch, desperate for any kind of friction between your legs.

“B-Baby, just… p-please...” you whispered needily.

“I’ll take care of you darling” he rasped into your ear making a shiver run down your spine, a soft moan leaving your parted lips when you felt how he pressed his fingers hard against your clit them moving his fingers further down, his calloused fingertips pressing between your folds, gathering your wetness, spreading it around your soaked core, “Darling, you’re absolutely soaked” he grunted.

“Keanu… I-I… oooh...” you stuttered, your voice trailing off into a moan, as the tips of his fingers were running through your folds.

You were already lost in the way he was touched you, yet his fingers never quite reached the aching spot where you needed him mostly, his fingers grazing your clit slightly from time to time, “Was it a naughty dream, darling?” he asked, trying to sound innocent, but you could tell just from the tone of his voice that he was just as deep into it as you were.

His question took you off-guard, the depth of his voice was giving more to the thrill. You were afraid to admit it, scared that he would keep teasing you, elongating your begging until you both wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore, but when he pushed down roughly on your clit, the truth spilled from your lips in the simplicity of just one word.

“Yes.”

“Yes. That’s what I thought-” you shifted slightly to look at them, stroking his bicep, feeling how tense he was. You were in a lustful haze and couldn’t handle his games anymore, “will you tell me about that dream?”

“Keanu, please…” you whispered, feeling how his hand was lazily drawing circles around your clit. Your lust clouded mind couldn’t came up with the proper words to tell him, but with a better amount of teasing he’d coax them out of you.

“Come on, darling. Please tell me about it” he drawled with his thick voice.

The throbbing emptiness between your legs grew even bigger and you lifted your head slightly, so you could have a better look at him.

“You were… we were… oh fuck Keanu… we were both naked and you… you were touching me just like this, baby…”

“Really?” he chuckled a little, his lips grazing over the skin of your neck, your body shuddering in response to his gesture. You nodded eagerly, hoping he would give you more of his touch, pushing your hips forward into his touch, but he still wasn’t giving you what you needed the most, “What else was happening in that dream?”

“Keanu, I…”

He pressed his lips to your neck, moaning softly into your skin, his warm breath tickling you, “Darling please, tell me” he rasped, his fingers pressing harder onto your clit.

“Y-You were on top of me” you whispered, “moaning my name…”

“Mmm… darling… yes, I can’t wait...” he groaned into your neck, “I can’t wait to be inside you, can’t wait to feel how your needy cunt clenches around my cock” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips dancing around your clit.

“And you…” you let out a loud moan when he slipped one finger inside you, curling it slowly. He kneaded your breast with his other hand. You swallowed hard, trying to speak again, “y-you… you were fucking me so good… I-I was feeling SO good… I need you Keanu...”

He groaned in response to your words, pushing his lips to your neck, biting it lightly, adding another finger inside you, “What do you need darling?”

You whined when he curled his fingers against your soft spot, his thumb toying with your clit, as he stroked at your walls, the steady rhythm of his movements becoming too overwhelming for you, “B-Baby…” you cried.

“Say my name darling” he drawled. “please say me name and tell me what you need, and I promise I won’t stop, I’m gonna fuck you the way every lady should be fucked, my darling.”

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry already unable to catch your breath. He pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, his deep breaths cutting through the silence. It was still dark, all you could focus on was the feeling of his body pressed against yours and his hands: one groping your breasts and the other one playing with your heat.

“Keanu… just… baby please…” he chuckled a little, knowing how weak he had you now. All you had to do was to play his little game and then you knew he would give you everything you needed.

“Was I fucking you nice and deep?” he groaned, “Were you writhing under me? Your walls clenched around my throbbing cock?”

“Fuck, Keanu… please!”

“Answer me pretty” he drawled, “Just be a good girl and you will have what you need so desperately … oh, yes, I’m right …” he wiggled his fingers inside you, “You’re getting wetter when I’m talking like that, don’t you?”

You breathed out shakily, your mind clouded with lust, unable to focus on anything but his hand pressed between your legs, fingers slid inside you and he licked a trail from your ear down your neck.

“You’re shaking darling, fuck… please tell me what you need.”

You could feel his how his hard cock was pressed against your ass. You wanted him too badly right now, you were unable to think, speak and it seemed like he know that you were pushed near the edge now, so he slowed down the movements of his wrist, evoking primal sounding groans you didn’t know you were capable of in the dead of the night until he pulled his fingers from you completely, making you gasp at the empty feeling, instead drawing slow circles into your clit.

“Keanu, please stop with the teasing baby…” you cried, “I can’t take it anymore…”

“Darling… but if you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning so loudly?”

Keanu moved his hand to stroke the inside of your thigh, delighted when your legs instantly spread even wider. You were on the absolute edge now and you needed to feel him inside you already.

“Keanu please… just fuck me already…”

“Mmm… fuck you…” there was a sudden shift right beside you and he was now right above you, his lips pressed to your neck.

“Keanu…” you whimpered, feeling how his tongue was lapping at your skin, leaving a wet trail down the side of your neck.

“That’s what you need…” he drawled, his lips ghosting your neck as he positioned himself at your entrance, moving your panties aside.

“Y-yes… that’s what I need. I need you to fuck me...” you nodded, taking a deep breath and biting down on your lip.

Without warning, he snapped his hips forward and buried his cock deep inside you, throbbing and forcing you to stretch around him. He held you still with his arms wrapped around you tightly, as you took all of him, squirming, whining at the sensation as you walls contracted around him, the burning stretch of his cock forcing tears into your eyes.

Your hands clutched to his arms, nails digging into the skin, as your body shook and Keanu held you tight in his arms, rolling his hips just slightly into yours to ease you through your orgasm, rubbing your clit lazily.

“Oooh… darling…” he mumbled, his voice thick, his sweaty chest pressed to yours, “Your cunt feels amazing.”

Each of his thrusts was harder, faster, slowly building up to the pace he knew you craved, his other hand coming up to hold your neck gently, his fingers slightly wrapped around your throat.

The sensation was indescribable when he started fucking you faster, drawing moans of pleasure from you, your breath getting caught in your throat each time he delivered a particularly hard thrust of his hips and you could feel him building your orgasm again, toying with your clit as well as stroking, stretching your walls. He gripped the underside of your thigh as he hovered over you, humming appreciatively when you wrapped your legs around his waist, hopeful he was done teasing.

His hair was falling into his heavy-lidded eyes, his chest shining with sweat and you moaned for him as he shifted slightly, pushing into you as deeply as he could, to stretch and fill you.

When his hips began pounding into yours consistently you arched you back for more, knowing how you needed more of him, needed him deeper, his thrusts harder, his eyes sharp and locked on yours through the darkness.

“Is this what happened in your dream?” he purred, his voice impossibly deep, “Am I fucking you like that in all of your dirty fantasies?”

You nodded eagerly, struggling to breathe each time his hips collided with yours, the way he groaned your name, just like he had in your dream, fueling you to no end, building up the fire in the pit of your stomach, the pleasure washing all over you and you tried to hold on, to keep your legs locked tightly around him, your fingers at the back of his neck tugging lightly on his hair, your other hand gripping his bicep firmly as he drove inside you.

He was enjoying watching you, feeling you struggle to take him immensely, forever reveling in the fact that you were just as weak for him as he was for you. “Mmm, you want me to slow down darling?”

“No, no, no…”  you cried out, making your shaking hands reach down to grab at his ass, nails digging in, holding and driving him deeper into you to show him you wanted it, could take it.

“Can you handle the way I’m pounding your cunt, darling?”

You felt a rush of wetness between your legs, the way you shook at his filthy words, your eyes rolling back in your head. With his face inches from yours, he moved to press his mouth against your neck as he fucked in and out of you roughly, biting and nipping at the sweaty skin making you moan his name over and over.

His moans grew louder each time your hips met and he buried himself deep inside, throbbing and threatening to let go soon, your walls quivering around him as he moaned so close to your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck and biting down on your skin.

“Mmmm, darling… are you going to cum all over my cock?” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his own need to let go, his hips beginning to shake, his arms tense and straining, “I want to feel how you come undone.”

His pace was slowing, exhausted, but each shift of his hips into you felt so good, his cock brushed repeatedly against the spot you ached for him most. And then you couldn’t hold on a second longer, let out one last elongated, loud groan, your head falling back into the pillow as your walls squeezed and melted around his thickness over and over. “That’s my good girl…” he sighed.

You trembled and whimpered through your orgasm as Keanu rocked himself in and out of you with soft grunts. He kept the pace, pleased and focused on the way you let go, lifting his head and pressing his forehead against yours, his deep brown eyes big and wild and fixated on you, but fluttering shut when with a final thrust of his hips, he let go, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held himself up, buried his cock deep inside you, his hot release coating your walls, marking you as his, loud moans of your name mixed with curses as he let go, his hips slowing yet rolling into yours to ride out both your orgasms, groaning when your walls squeezed around him for few more times.

You pant through the waves of pleasure together until a wide, unbreakable smile formed on his lips, the corners twisting upwards irresistibly. You ran your hands through his hair, pushing it from his forehead, his heavy-lidded gaze full of love, satisfaction and adoration.

“Like in your dream, darling?” he mumbled into your neck.

“Just like my dream…” you nodded stroking your fingers through his hair, twirling his strands with your fingertips.

He sighed, breathing softly, probably already half asleep as he once again mumbled against your neck, “Mmmm, darling… you’re a girl from my dreams anyways.”

[fics-not-tragedies]

Dirty little secret [2]

@captiansaveasmut​ demanded a second part to “Dirty little secret” and since I had few extra bits saved, there you go!

SUMMARY: After teaching you a lesson John shows his softer side and takes good care of your still unfulfilled need for him. Words:  1870; Warnings: smut, quite wild one, swearing;

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You sneaked your hand between your legs, massaging your clit with your fingers, but he quickly smacked it away.

“Don’t touch your cunt… you’re such a dirty little slut, can’t hold it now.”

“John p-please…”

John sighed, struggling. You were sure he’d turn away, sure he’d threaten you again, leave you alone and writhing - but he didn’t. Instead he leaned closer to you. The mood was different somehow, quieter and he pressed his lips to your cheek softly as if he were congratulating you for something.

“It’s only me, right?” he mumbled, his face close to yours and crawled onto the bed beside you, somehow still smelling incredible, whimpering almost unnoticeably at the sensation of his tight fist, “Only I can feel you the way you feel every time I’m close… only I can thrill you… fill your cunt so nicely…”

“Only you, Jonathan…” you hummed, ghosting his chest with your shaky hands, still afraid to touch him for fear of his reaction. He was undeniably softer now but only minutes ago he’d been a different person, tense, angry, merciless and you were still nervous to make a wrong move should something flip inside him again,“Always you.”

He was overwhelmed, obsessed with the way you needed him, how much you’d tried to prove it for him but he has seen you cum so many times already and he wanted one more, one final push so that he could finish buried deep inside you.

“Got one more for me, little girl?” he mumbled, licking his lips, his eyes tired and warmer than you’d seen in a while.

He kissed you adoringly for a while, like he was trying to convince you that you could do it, one more for him, just one more. You were aching, bruised, your walls sensitive and tight again, your clit throbbing relentlessly. You should have said no, should have told him that you just couldn’t, but he was so perfect and you never wanted to deny him when he was like this, desperate, hungry.

“Anything for you, John…” you sighed quietly, kissing him quickly and shuffled into a position so that he could crawl between your legs, the bed sheets crumpled beneath you.

“Oh love… I know how beautifully you cum every time we make love like this…” he mumbled, and then he shuffled, pushing your thighs apart with his hands, splaying you out like he owned you - because he did - pressing his soft, pink lips against your skin everywhere but where you now wanted him again.

Something about him was delicate now, and you wondered how he was holding on when you were this needy for him, knowing just how weak your incessant purring made him. His hands shook as he stroked your abdomen, your thighs, your wrists, searched for your hands and clasped them tightly, “That… toy can’t make you melt like my touches do” he drawled, licking his lips and then at last pushing them against your heat. He was sloppy but slow, knowing just how sensitive and sore you were. Within seconds you were softly whimpering, crying out for him gently, the sensitivity of your clit too much to handle as his nose gently brushed it.

“My gorgeous lady” he groaned against your heat and you shook. His face was slick with your constant arousal, lapping at you in the way he knew you could never resist.

Your hand came down at the back of his head, the other clutching the sheets desperately as you writhed under the touch of his tongue, his lips, you were his, all his and despite already having reached your high several times, you knew he’d have it easy coaxing another one out of you.

He was too good.

Hesitant at first, you scratched your nails over the skin of his head as he leaned back slightly into your touch, the movement being all the approval you needed, making you twirl the strands of his hair around your fingers, tugging at them slightly.

You loved when he dominated you, it was a whole different level of trust and intimacy, but right now, he had you even wetter, was about to show you just how good he was.

“J-John…” you whimpered as his tongue started drawing slow circles on your clit, adding more and more pressure gradually, then covered your heat with his mouth, licking up your folds, the pleasurable movements of his tongue and lips keeping you on edge, keeping you close, and you knew you couldn’t take much more. He had you so good.

You felt his head move into your touch, always loving the way your nails were scratched against his scalp and you bent your knee, needing more leverage to keep yourself still.

“Goooorgeous lady” he murmured deeply, barely stopping to breathe as his perfect hands found their way back to your thighs to hold you down.

He was still possessive, still controlling, still owned you completely but he was pouring his heart into the task at hand, his groans rippling into your wetness as he pressed open mouthed kisses against your clit, pulling at the sensitivity with his lips.

You knew it was coming, felt it growing just as you had before, unable to breathe for a moment, knowing that this would be euphoric, unimaginable and that you would be just about ready to pass out afterwards.

“Jonathan…” you groaned, arching your back to meet the flicks of his tongue, your heart beating faster than you knew was possible, getting ready to beg him - but you didn’t have to - he just knew.

“I know, love…” he drawled, the look in his eyes soft as you managed to stare back at him, your breath coming out shakily as he lifted his head and crawled over you, holding your gaze, pressing his forehead against yours as he gave himself a few pumps, holding himself up with the other hand, the muscles in his arm tense.

“O-oh, please…” you whispered, desperate to feel something as your orgasm faded again but he lined himself up with your entrance in no time, your walls instantly tightening around him again when he filled you, the burn of his cock stretching you once again having your eyes roll back, you just needed him so bad, needed him to get you there.

He was breathing heavily too now and you knew he was just as desperate, throbbing, panting, trying to hold on for you as he drew his hips back and you both hissed, gazes thick with pleasure, your voices merely whispers as he drove himself inside you again. He didn’t have to move much, a couple of slow and deep thrusts inside you before the feeling was there again, all consuming, too much to hold back.

“Let go, love” he sighed close to your ear, feeling his own body ready to give out, “let go for me…” you didn’t have time to process it all, couldn’t work out what finally drove you over the edge that last time - a combination of his fingers finding and circling your clit, his honeyed coaxing, the way he was drinking you in, the way his bicep curled as you wrapped your hand around it, his final thrust, the exhausted smile he was wearing - all helping you give into the sensitivity.

Your walls fluttered around him, your breath hitched and you fell back into the elation, the rushing feeling, seeing stars and mumbling your adoration through it all. He held you close as you came for him and couldn’t take it anymore, so sore from holding out all this time.

“Y-yes… that’s it, little girl, d-don’t hold back” he drawled, his deep voice trailing off into a loud groan and you felt him release, triggered by the way your walls squeezed his throbbing cock so deliciously, finally overwhelmed himself, getting his release he has been so close to ever since he watched you undress.

John’s head fell down on your shoulder as he groaned quietly, the movements of his hips slowing, ceasing and he bit down lightly on your skin.

You stayed wrapped in each other for a while, the weight of him on top of you such a comfort and then he pulled out of you and you winced, with little regret for the unbearable tenderness you felt now. You were both completely spent, rolling around and groaning together but John pulled your hand so that you were facing him, always so needy after he’d fucked you so good.

“Are you alright, love?” he sighed, breathless, “Is everything alright?”

“Jonathan…” you giggled, shifting closer to him, rolling against his side, barely noticing the way your bodies were slick with sweat, the need to be together again quite frankly more compelling, “You are impossible.”

“Impossible, good…”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness - the relentlessly cocky bastard - and he grinned at you with that massive goofy, lopsided smile which he only reserved for times when he didn’t have anything to say. You were both breathing heavily still but so lost in each other’s eyes and he pulled you in closer, then leaning down to nuzzle into your neck as you were all cuddled close to each other and he giggled quietly against your skin, his breath tickling you.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he mumbled, now sounding more serious, his giggles paused.

“Well, you did, but I liked it” you assured him, humming softly, moving your hand to the back of neck, scratching lightly at his scalp, living for the way he sighed out softly, enjoying the touch immensely, nudging your jaw playfully with his nose, making you giggle, “And next time I miss you while you’re away, I’ll call you… maybe just need you and not that thing.”

John lifted his head, looking at you with wide eyes, “Oh, little girl, you better use it when I’m away, alright? Use it and be sure to think of me… or better use it and call me…” he nudged your nose with his now, cackling childishly. You laughed softly, nudging his nose back, rubbing them together.

“Really?”

He hummed, “Mmmm, really. My beautiful woman can’t be left unsatisfied when I’m away” he stated, licking his lips, “Just don’t let me catch you with it when I’m home” he winked at you.

You smiled to yourself, shuffling closer to him, your chests pressed together.

“Okay…” you whispered.

“If you want me that much all you need is to ask…” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him, your heart so full of love and adoration for him, you just couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him, to just have him shower you with his love while he also always knew just what you needed, never leaving you unfulfilled.

“And I’m serious… call me when the mood strikes you again while I’m away…” he hummed, “and I’ll talk you through it… I know how badly you love when I talk dirty things.”

“I can’t wait” you mumbled, almost sleepily then pretended to think for a moment, “When you’re taking another job then?” you laughed, and he teased your sides with his calloused fingers in response, your giggle echoing around the room.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Trouble written in dirt on her knees

It was supposed to be absolutely different, but it ended up the way it did and here we are, @keanuchillz you wanted some smut, so there you go! Kinda dom!John I would say, (he’s always dominant in my fics tho).

SUMMARY: John finds you in some party place in short dress and scraped knees. A false assumption follows. Words:  1651; Warnings: wild smut; 

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The dance floor was crowded with girls in skimpy dresses and men trying their best to bring one of the girls home with them. Everyone was rubbing against each other and you just stood by the bar, waiting for John to arrive.

Your latest job was done perfectly, except for few bruises and cuts here and there, and maybe there was a chance you could done it all way faster, but there wasn’t any major damage you received.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you absolutely missed that part when some guy wraps his hand around your waist and leans close to your ear so he could whisper few things right into it, “I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I bet you look good at the dance floor.”

“Thank you, but I don’t dance with anyone” you chuckled, taking a final sip of your drink and placing the empty glass onto the bar. The guy smirked, trying to come up with a witty response, but before he could say anything John grew out in the place in front of you.

“I don’t appreciate you touching her the way you’re doing it now. So please, take your hands off my woman” he growled through his gritted teeth and you flinched away from the guy’s reach before Wick could start a fight. You could see how mad he was, eyebrows furrowed, eyes burning with hate, his fists clenched and ready to strike him in the face.

The guy was gone before you could ever see his face or pay attention to the hairstyle he had. As John moved closer to you it was quite clear that he was still tense, his knuckles were almost white now and you moved closer to him, placing your hand on his chest, sliding them under his jacket, leaning closer to kiss his pouty lips, to let his beard scratch your face, but he stood still.

When he leaned in you thought he would kiss you first, but he just brought his lips closer to your ear, “What happened to your knees? Were you scrapping someone else’s floor?” he asked in this overly calm tone that always gave you chills and you felt how one of them just ran down your spine.

“You see my scraped knees and by the condition of them, plus the fact that I was talking with some guy and you dare to assume that I was sucking someone’s else dick?” there was no point of keeping your voice low, because the upbeat music in this place was already loud enough, so there wasn’t a single person around that could hear your conversation, besides they were too busy dancing and drinking, “I thought you were more mature than that!” you almost shouted in his face, then turned around to walk away from him, but he grabbed you by your wrist and pressed his body close, his hips grinding into yours.

A soft moan left your lips, feeling how his body was pressed flush against your back, his teeth nibbling at the nape of your neck.

“I only wanted to know what happened to your knees” he growled straight into your ear, eliciting another moan from your lips. You could feel how his fingers were digging into your flesh through the fabric of your dress, how he clung to your hips pressing them further onto his.

“By making, a very false assumption, about me sucking somebody’s cock. Nice way of showing your concern” when you tried to free yourself from his grip he thrusted his hips, his hand gripping you tighter and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your butt.

“I’m going to fuck you on the dance floor if you won’t stop being such a brat” his hand moved to you neck and now he was holding you by the throat, your head pressed to his shoulder.

You moved your head to the side, so you could look at him. The way his eyes darkened when your gazes met, the way he bared his teeth in the overly primal gesture, his other hand tucking the hem of your dress from behind, slowly sliding between your legs showed you that all of this was serious business and it will be dark and filthy.

“Do it” grip of his hand placed around your throat tightened and you moaned his name, “J-Joooohn...”

“You’re only mine” he growled again biting your neck, making sure he’ll leave a harsh mark for everyone to see.

You could feel him hard against your ass and you ached to touch him, pushing your hips closer to the front of his pants, grinding into it, wiggling your arse so you could tease him even more.

“Please, let me touch you, baby…” you stand on your tiptoes, slighty moving your head to the side, so you can whisper into his ear, your breathing shallow.

“Oh yes, I know you’d like that” he spoke through his gritted teeth, his hand pressed between your legs teasingly caressing you through the fabric of your panties. You caught a glimpse of his stare, his eyes dark and full of lust.

You swallowed, nodding slowly few times, he pulled your underwear to the side, dipping his fingertips into your wetness, “L-Let me take care of you John…”

He pressed his palm to your dripping cunt, cupping it harshly, sliding his fingers inside you, making you whimper. “No” he said firmly, his thumb pressed to your clit began to draw circles into it, few moans leaving your mouth, “I’m going to show you…”

“Show me what?” you asked him, as his fingers were pumping in and out of you in a steady pace, curling them at the right spot.

When you wanted to slip away from his grip, he dug his fingers further into your hip, before he moved it to your throat, squeezing it harshly, stopping your air flow for a moment, making you see stars, your head pirouetting.

“Show you that you’re only mine…” he growled and moved his hand from between your legs to your ass, so he could give you few rough slaps.

You moaned loudly when his hand collided with your skin, pushing your ass back towards his touch, “Fuck, J-John…” you whispered, pressing your head to his arm, letting it rest for a moment.

“Yes, that’s what I’m going to do right now” he slapped your ass again, his hand on your throat clenching again and he bit your neck again, making you scream.

Luckily the whole place was crowded, the music thudding, no one was listening to you talking, nor paid attention to the things that were happening between you two right now.

John unzipped his pants, freeing his rock hard cock from them, bending your body towards the front a little, so he could slide inside you more easily.

“Tell me you’re mine” he demanded in his thick voice, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance.

“I-I…” you whimpered, your voice trailing off into a moan when he slid himself a little bit further inside you.

He flinched back and slapped your ass again, pulling you closer, his fingers back between your folds. You moaned, moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“I didn’t hear anything darling” he said and pressed his fingertips to your clit, rubbing you harshly again and again.

“J-John, please…” you whimpered, “I-I’m all yours…”

“Yesss, good girl” he hissed, moving his hand to your front, getting a better angle to rub your clit and sliding his cock inside you, “You are all mine…” he mumbled.

“F-Fuck… J-Joooohn” you moaned, your breath hitching in your throat when his cock filled you.

He groaned biting your shoulder, his hips snapping forward again and again.

“F-Fuck, baby, right there…” you kept whispering into his ear. For someone, that wasn’t aware of the whole situation it looked like the two of you were just dancing. Dancing quite dirty, but it was just a dance, nothing more.

John chuckled and pulled out of you but before you could protest, he drove right back into you, hitting the spot and staying buried inside you, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, before starting to fuck you faster again, getting you closer and closer.

“B-Baby, I-I’m g-… fuck…” you moaned, finding it harder to form coherent sentences, as he kept fucking you harder and faster.

“Cum on my cock darling” he moaned.

When he drove into you again, brushing your spot once more and you felt how your legs begin to shake and his hand from your neck moved to your hips, so he can securely hold you in place. Your walls were clenching around him, loud moans leaving your lips.

You held onto him tightly, your body shaking as the pleasure washed over you and you felt his hot release fill you, moaning softly and wrapping your legs around him to keep him close.

John moaned loudly into your neck as he came, his hot release filling you, “I want to see how it drips down your legs” he grunted into your ear, before sliding his cock from you and fixing his pants. He pulled your dress down, so your ass was properly covered, spinning you around, so he could face you.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself” you breathed against his mouth, hovering inches from them, but not kissing him the way he’d like to be kissed.

With his hand at the back of your neck he pressed your face onto his, your lips smashed together. He sneaked his tongue inside your mouth, like he was trying to count all of your teeth, leaving you breathless when he pulled away.

“I’m always proud of myself” he whispers into your ear, before leaving you and heading to the bar, ordering himself a drink, his hot load dripping down your legs.

[fics-not-tragedies]

A lesson to teach me: Part Three

one - two - three - four - five

It’s been like em... three months since I updated this lil’ fic, but I’m doing it now, so please don’t be that angry at me!

SUMMARY: Professor Keanu takes you home and arranges a lovely massage for you, so it would make you feel more relaxed. Words: 3182; Warnings: smut;

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The lights were dimmed, only the small, antique lamp on the bedside table was fully lit, dipping it into a golden glow and you let your eyes wander, then closed them, relaxed for merely a few seconds before you heard him return, propping yourself up onto your elbows to see him, humming appreciatively at the view he offered.

He took off his shirt already, losing it somewhere along his way, headed over to the window to open it, to allow the fresh midnight breeze to cool down the sticky interior of the apartment. His hair was fluffy for the most part, but had decreased slightly in volume due to the humidity. His chest was shiny with sweat and the only item of clothing remaining on his body was a pair of dark blue sweatpants, hanging loosely from his hips.

His dress shoes were scattered in the hallway and it seems like he was undressing himself in a hurry in the minute you two got into his place. Before both of you did so you insisted on stopping by your place, so you can at least grab a change of clothes, yet sneakily you also changed your underwear for something more sexy.

Not even ten minutes had passed since you finished the dinner you insisted to cook, you decided to challenge yourself for him and make a steak, still partially covered in cocoa dust. He let you roam in his kitchen, but he was close to you in every movement you made, his hot lips licking off what was left of the sweet chocolate taste on the skin of your neck.

To your surprise it came out quite nice, since Keanu ran his fingers along the inside of the plate to gather the sauce, then licked his fingers clean, the noises he made almost pornographic and by the time he tried the simple, but rather sweet and creamy chocolate pudding, which was a rather fitting addition you could tell that there was something else on his mind, an idea forming and your suspicions were only confirmed when he told you he’d do the dishes later, instructed you to take a quick shower, to get rid of the cocoa and then to lie down on the bed and leave the rest up to him, to not question him because you’d get all of the answers soon enough.

And now there he was, his eyes twinkling with mischief, excitement and he shook the matte white bottle in his hand, nodding towards you, “Would you strip for me, little girl?”

You licked your lips, sitting up slowly, without needing any telling twice, you pulled your thin, oversized shirt over your head, peeling it from your sticky shoulders, leaving you in nothing but a pair of silky panties that were tied up on both sides, bows on your hips, looking up at him expectantly.

He chuckled, licking his lips at the sight, as he watched carefully, took in your every movement, his eyes scanning your naked body, the curve of your breasts, the glow of your skin, “My beautiful girl…” he drawled, humming, coming closer to you.

His voice was like velvet and you couldn’t resist him, your eyes widening when you identified the bottle in his hands, watched him give it another shake before he popped open the lid, then squirted some of the massage oil into his palm, placing it down on the side and rubbing it between his hands. Even before he reached you, you breathed in the soothing blend of orange and honey.

“Would you turn around for me, little girl?” he asked softly, his lips twitching into a smile, “The massage is about to commence.”

Once again, you didn’t question him, giggling, didn’t know what had gotten into him and turn into this wild and naughty creature every time he was around you, but you weren’t complaining. The look in his eyes indicated that there was no stopping him. You turned onto your front obediently, inhaling shakily when you felt him lower himself onto the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight as he situated himself with his knees on either side of your thighs and the moment his large hands sprawled out across your lower back, you sank properly into the mattress, crossing your arms beneath the pillow and laying your head on top of it comfortably.

Keanu slowly dragged his hands up your back with just the right amount of pressure, his fingers pressing against your sides, his thumbs digging into your lower back, his hands stopping just below your breasts, then slowly moving upwards, cupping his hands momentarily over your shoulders and starting to knead them, the massage oil blurring with the unique scent of him, his spicy cologne as he smoothed out the knots in your shoulders, rubbing the silky oil into your skin, gradually adding more and more pressure and a low moan escaped you, your breath escaping your lips shakily.

He hummed with satisfaction, your vocal response all the encouragement he needed to press his thumbs down between your shoulder blades and your body shook under the pressure when you felt the slow ease of tension in your back.

“F-Fuck” you breathed. With each movement of his fingers, he had you relaxing further, drew the knots of tension from your body, left you shaking.

“Tell me if I’m going to hard…” he said, the sentiment gentle, concerned, but there was an edge to his voice that you knew he intended to weaken you with.

“F-Feels just right, baby” you mumbled, your eyes shut, leaving you sensitive to the smells as well as the touches he provided, intensified them, and you knew he was going to overwhelm you because he only just started, “Thank you…”

He hummed, sitting up and the shift, the sound of the bottle popping had you sure he was getting more oil and you shivered at the sudden impact on your back when he squirted it straight down your skin from the bottle, before he was right there again, massaging it into your back and you shifted slightly to get his hands right where a tight knot of tension remained, eager for him to tend to it, to touch you just right.

He noticed instantly, pressed his thumb down right in the centre of your back, rolled it into your skin over and over again, more and more pressure until he nudged down hard and you let out a strangled moan, your body shaking.

Keanu giggled breathy, “Got you moaning for me and I’m not even touching you the way you should be touched, little girl…” he mumbled and you whimpered when he started working the oil into your skin at the middle of your back with his fingertips, “Mmmm, that’s the spot, yes, my love?”

“Mmmm, yes…” you whispered shakily, reveling in the way he loosened the tension in your back with ease, motion after motion.

“You’re so tense, little girl” he mumbled as he smoothed his large hands down your back again, his fingers sprawled out to reach everywhere, fingertips pressing down on every inch of your back alternately to make sure he wouldn’t miss a spot, “Need to take better care of yourself and not to stress about your job so much…”

The touch of his hands was heavenly, you knew he was right, but if this was the treatment you’d get when you didn’t, it was tempting.  

His hands had reached your lower back, his thumbs digging into the tense muscles there before his fingertips undid the bows of your panties, tucked them away and skimmed your ass, rolling into the skin and spreading the oil over it, giggling quietly to himself, then making his way down your thighs, kneading them gently before he sat up slowly and you turned around to look at him over your shoulder, seeing him rubbing his palms together before he lifted himself from the bed and stood up.

His hair was fluffy, some strands having fallen into his eyes and a satisfied smile was plastered across his gorgeous features. He licked his lips, “Darling, would you turn around for me?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, giggling, “I want to show some love to your gorgeous breasts.”

You laughed. “But the bed’s gonna get all oily” you pouted.

He waved it off, shrugging his shoulders, “Bed shmed…” he drawled, “we’ll deal with it later, now it’s all about you.”

You sighed, couldn’t disobey him even if you wanted to and you shifted to lie on your front, your breath hitching in your throat when he lowered himself onto the bed again immediately, spreading some more oil between his palms before his hands came down on your thighs, the muscles straining in his arms as he pressed his palms against your skin, working his way up, enjoying immensely how you shivered for him when his fingers slipped between your legs for a moment, before smoothed his hands up your stomach, stopping for a moment, waiting for your body to lift off the bed slightly before his hands closed over your breasts and he locked eyes with you.

“K-Keanu…” you breathed.

He chuckled, didn’t find it in himself to tease you for more than a few seconds and he started to knead your breasts slowly. The need to get you worked up was not entirely subtle now, he had you writhing beneath his touch in no time once his warm palms weren’t enough anymore and he started rolling your nipples between his fingers, could tell by the soft noises falling from your lips, little breaths of his name as you could feel a throbbing sensation starting to form between your legs. He went further than he initially set out to, left you whimpering for more when he drew his fingers from your breasts, wandering downward again, your breath hitching in your throat as they moved down your sides, pressing down slightly onto your hips.

Without missing a beat, his hands moved to part your thighs slowly, sprawled out across them, “K-Keanu, what’re you doing?” you whispered, lifting your hips desperately, whining when his hands held your thighs apart the moment you tried to close them again in an attempt to get some friction to tend to the pulsing ache at your core, knew you were wet with arousal as well as sticky from the scented oil.

“Mmm, wanna take care of my little girl…” he coaxed, “want to massage massage her…” he paused, teasing your entrance lazily with his calloused fingertips, chuckling when your hips lifted further of the bed, making you whimper, “Here?”

He lifted an eyebrow at you and you squirmed, your own eyes fluttering shut. “P-Please” you cried.

“Mmmm, I had no fucking idea how wet you are already…” he hissed when without further teasing, he slid two fingers inside you, your walls contracting desperately around his fingers as he bent them, twisted them, his calloused fingertips stroking at your walls as if he was really massaging them.

“F-Fuck, Keanu…”

“Let me hear you, little girl” he drawled, “Please don’t hold back…”

Your breath caught in your throat when without warning, he nudged his thumb right into your clit, making you shiver, the oil as well as your wetness allowing him to massage the bundle of nerves gently, increasing in intensity the more pressure he added and he reveled in the sounds of your moans, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched you closely, the muscles tense in his arm as he curled his fingers inside you, started increasing their pace, twisting and turning them, stroking your walls as they clenched, humming, his own hips grinding slightly into the bed. He could hardly maintain his hold on your thigh to keep them apart, groaning in frustration when you pushed them together.

“Just relax, my love…” he said, “I just want you do relax… you don’t have to move or do anything at all…”

His words soothed you, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you watched him, his skin slightly shiny with sweat and you tried to follow his instructions, could feel your walls tighter each time he pushed his fingers inside you, the friction burning, drawing you closer and closer, the feeling intense with his gaze on you, the pressure he massaged into your clit, the slippery, yet punishing pace he picked up to finger you.

“Fucking beautiful, love” he drawled and his eyes darkened, leaving you unprepared for the way he pushed a third finger inside you, deep inside you to press right into the spongy spot that made you see stars, his thumb flicking your clit and sending you shaking, “That’s it…”

Your hips lifted off the bed uncontrollably, you were panting for air, your mouth in an o shape as the waves of pleasure washed over you, tears from the intensity prickling the corners of your eyes, your walls closing around his fingers, feeling him stretch you.

“Fuck” he drawled. “Mmmm, come here…”

He drew his fingers from you without a warning, watched you struggling to catch your breath and he hooked his hands beneath your knees, standing up to pull you to the edge of the bed.

“Want you to lie back and relax… or there’s no sense to this…” he announced. “Want your body so fucking relaxed, want you to feel taken care of…”

You managed no more than a nod before he let your legs dangle off the bed to tug down his sweatpants, giving his already hard cock a few strokes and you watched it throb in his hand, but he raised an eyebrow at you expectantly until you laid back, your eyes fluttering shut, wincing when he brushed the head of his cock against your folds, gathering the wetness, the oil, the impact of more oil dripping over your clit as he squeezed it from the bottle making you squirm, the slightest touch agony.

“Please…” you whimpered.

“Relax” he insisted again, “I’m gonna give you another massage, little girl…” there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he nudged his hips forward without a warning, his cock sinking inside you easier than it ever had before, the massage oil had everything wet and slippery and the wet sound it evoked with your arousal pooling around him as he slid inside you was obscene,  had him groaning and with another push, he buried himself inside you all the way.

Your walls were closing around him, squeezing him, the burning friction making you moan loudly when he instantly started moving.

“Keep your legs like this, little girl” he drawled, “Close together and please relax for me…”

You whimpered when he picked up the pace, your orgasm building even faster the moment you did as you were told, let your legs dangle from the bed and relaxed, all the tension slowly leaving your body, not one uncomfortable anywhere in your body and you let him move you the way he pleased, the lack of resistance, the intensity of his touch bringing tears to your eyes again as you relaxed, eager to take everything he was willing to give, his hands on your hips to hold you against him, to maintain the angle as he pushed his cock in and out of you with ease, a burning sensation building between your thighs, you were so close already.

He was panting, the muscles tight in his chest, sweat running down his collarbones, his eyes wide with concentration as his gaze met yours the moment you opened your eyes.

“Fuck” he grunted, “F-Fuck, my little girl, I love taking care of you…”

You gasped as not only his pace, but the force of his movements increased, his hips crashing into yours, sure to bruise you further and then he pushed inside you hard, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

“Mmmm, that’s the spot?” he teased, flashing you a smirk, his grip tightening on your hips best it could to fuck you harder, to maintain the angle that had just made you see stars, would be the end of you when he used all his strength to drive his cock into the same spot over and over again to make you moan louder, to get you there, to feel your walls closing around him tighter.

You could hardly breathe, each stroke of his cock driving you further and further and you fisted the sheets, whining needily, “K-Keanu, I-I’m-…”

“Relax first” he drawled, his voice soft, yet shaky, deep, “F-fuck…” his nails were digging into your skin and you knew he wasn’t going to be close behind.

“F-Fuck, Keanu…” you cried, trying to do as you were told, loosening your grip on the sheets and relaxing your body, relaxing your muscles and then he drove into you hard, his cock twitching inside you and he grunted when he released, kept his cock buried deep inside you as  you mewled with pleasure, so relaxed that you laid back against the mattress and let the waves of your orgasm wash over your body, felt the pleasure crawling up your spine and making your thighs tingle, your entire body shaking before you calmed, breathing heavily.

You were panting in sync with Keanu, giggling shakily at the feeling of complete and utter relaxation, the flames of pleasure still burning within you even when your orgasm subsided and you saw Keanu crawling over you, brushing back your hair, his chest flushed red, a loving smile playing around his lips and before you could say anything, thank him, praise him, he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips were warm, eager, all-consuming. His breath was as shaky as yours, but he was eager to make the moment last a little longer, kissing you deeply, forcing your lips apart to let his tongue dance with yours before he pulled back again, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath heavy.

“Mmmm, everything’s slippery” he cackled, licking his lips, stroking his knuckles across your cheek.

You giggled, “Worth it though” you whispered.

“Oh yes?” he drawled, “Were you happy with my services?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back another giggle.

“Careful” he cackled, “Or next time you’ll have to  book an appointment” he teased, his smile smug, well-aware he hadn’t only fucked, but massaged you good. “Promised you to take care of you, want you to relax…” he announced, “So... I’m gonna run you a nice bubbly bath and you gonna soak nicely while I change the sheets, get us some wine… then I’m gonna join you.”

You looked up at him in awe, your eyes full of love, “Keanu…”

“No, not up for debate” he cut you off, shaking his head and pecking your lips softly again, his nose knocking against yours, making him cackle and the sound warmed your heart, had you running your fingers gently through his hair, smiling at the way he tilted his head into your touch, his eyes closing with content, “Mmmm, c'mon, girl…” he whispered, “I’m gonna give you what you truly deserve.”

[fics-not-tragedies]

A lesson to teach me: Part One

one - two - three - four - five

I know how all of you waited for this parted fic, but my thirsty bitches deserve a special dedication: @keanu-fics; @keanuchillz; @fanficsrusz; @pkg4mumtown & @mikaneonox - darlings, this is for you! Professor!AU or you can call it the University!AU. @keanumarvel threw in a request for it, so here you go hun!

SUMMARY: Keanu, your English professor, writes on your essay that you have to see him after class, which leads to few surprising things. Words: 2998; Warnings: smut;

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See me after our lecture. Those words written on the essay you submitted before the due date and the bold ‘F’ written in juicy red ink right next to them made your heart beat faster. You gripped the sheets in your hands, almost wrinkling the paper. He couldn’t fail you. This was the last, crucial paper you had to write before your final exam and if he failed you it means that you can’t do that exam, which means you weren’t graduating.

There were still 15 minutes left of the lecture and you noticed how he was eyeing you from behind his desk, speaking to the whole room, but his gaze was focused only on you. There was something dark in it and it felt like he was trying to undress you with his eyes.

Of course there were times you fantasized about him while you were listening to his dulcet voice. Everything about him was mesmerizing: the way he talked, the way he walked, the way he was gesturing in his hands… oh yes, his hands! You could imagine him touching your naked body, fingertips sliding down your naked back, gently grazing your hips… you’d love to feel his large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it, as he fucks you roughly on the huge wooden desk in his office.

People around you were gathering their things and walking out of the auditorium. You got so consumed in the filthy images that ran through your head that you barely noticed that, snapped out of them when the doors closed behind someone with a loud thud.

He was sitting by the small desk placed by the blackboards, writing something down in his calendar. You were almost right in front of him and since the auditorium got all empty now, except for you two, you could finally stare at him without being given weird looks from your colleagues.

His hair was slightly messed, like the wind got a hold of it when he was on his way here; he was focused on whatever he was scribbling down now, his nose scrunched, the lines on his forehead visible. The neatly trimmed beard on him looked stunning and you wish you could touch it or feel it tickle your skin when he’d kiss you.

Suddenly he moved his gaze to you, your body shuddered a little, face turning red instantly, “Miss...” he spoke your last name softly and you felt obligated to do the same.

“Professor Reeves” his last name rolled off your tongue in such a manner it almost sounded filthy to you and you noticed how he raised his eyebrow, probably thinking the same.

“Please call me Keanu” he stood up from the chair and slowly moved closer to you, his leather boots clicking on the overly-polished floor.

“Professor Keanu…” you blurted out as he was almost in a hand reaching distance, leaning onto the edge of your desk with his both hands.

“No. Just Keanu, please” the way he said ‘please’ was turning your guts upside down and you just couldn’t stop staring at his hand firmly gripping the edge of the wooden plank that was the only thing between you two, well except from the obvious sexual tension of course.

“Erm, sure, K-Keanu…” when you looked up at him, leaning back in your chair, he couldn’t hide the smirk that crept on the corners of his mouth.

“I asked you to stay after the lecture, because it’s our, almost, final meeting and there are few things I’d like to discuss with you” he rolled the sleeves of his baby blue shirt, the slight tan on them being a great addition to his look and wetting your lips you glanced back and forth between his face and his gorgeous arms, “and I bet you are quite curious why you get ‘F’.”

Keanu reached behind him, taking his notebook and his glasses. He put them on and you couldn’t help but gasp a little, upon hearing the tiny sound that left your mouth he looked at you for a second, before looking down to his scribbles, flipping the pages to find the right one, a big smile on his face.

“I don’t feel like my essay deserved ‘F’ since I submitted it few weeks before the due date and also I poured my heart into it-” he silenced you raising his hand into the air and you bit your lower lip, placed your hands onto the desk and entwined your fingers together taking a deep breath.

“You’re right, your essay was outstanding and it absolutely deserves an ‘A+’” he recited and you just shook your head in disbelief.

“Then why you gave me ‘F’ then?!” you raised your voice slightly and he leaned closer to you, glasses sliding slightly from his nose, his eyes locked with yours.

“Because I wanted to tease you, like you’ve been teasing me all the time” he fixed the glasses then firmly gripped his notebook, “I never actually kept a secret diary about any of my students in my whole career, but there’s something about you, little girl…” what did he just called you... “She likes to stare, a lot; fancies deep necklines; puts the end of her pen inside her mouth, probably thinking about my cock; juicy lips, looks great in glittery red lipstick; overall: she’s a tease” he read and you were happy to be sitting, because your knees got weak, “It’s about you, little girl and it’s just one percent of everything I wrote about you.”

You swallowed hard, his stare piercing right through your body, “Well then…” leaning forward to him you placed your hands under your chin, “perhaps you should give me ‘D’” flicking your tongue across your lower lip you saw his reaction, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. He threw the notebook back onto the desk and moved closer to you, your faces inches apart from each other.

“Perhaps I should give it to you now” he grazed your juicy lower lip with his finger, smearing your lipstick a little, before he firmly pressed his mouth to yours.

When you jumped up to a standing position he placed his hand on the back of your neck, pressing you closer, cupping the side of your face with his free hand. That damned desk being an obstacle between you two, so you just crawled atop of it, wrapping your arms around Keanu’s neck, pressing your chest flush to his.

“I think…” he panted a little after he drew back from you, “I think we should move it to my office, someone might catch us here.”

“Oh yes, absolutely!” you were unable to form a coherent thought, the lingering taste of his mouth left you absolutely breathless. After jumping off your desk you gathered all of your things, put them inside your backpack, waited for him to pack his stuff into that leather briefcase he always carried around with himself, then followed him to those doors that had his last name on them.

In a hurry he unlocked them, pulling you inside, switching on the light, throwing his briefcase onto the floor, his lips back to yours in the moment they closed behind you two. Stumbling to his desk he held you tightly in his arms, fingers tangled in your hair. When he slid his tongue inside your mouth you gasped, tasting the coffee he drank in the morning and the tobacco from the cigarettes he smoke right before your lecture.

“You’re such a tease, little girl” Keanu touched your neck sliding his hand down too your deeply cut neckline making you purr, feeling the touch of his large hand.

Suddenly he froze, as you heard quick footsteps approaching his office, then stopping right outside his door.

“Get under my desk.”

“Wha-…”

“I’ll explain it later, little girl” he ran around his desk, sitting onto the chair, gesturing to you that you should do it quickly. You tiptoed to him and crawled under the wooden desk, he pushed his chair further forward and towards it, making you move further underneath it, “Just place be silent. I promise I will explain everything to you later.”

When you were about to say something, the doors opened with a loud thud. You identified the steps as heels clicking on the floor, much more aware of them from where you were now, trying silently to adjust your uncomfortable position under the big piece of furniture.

“Does something happened?” he asked, shifting when the door shut, implicating that the disturber was here to stay and you sank further under the desk, pressing yourself against the other side of it.

“Since we’re close to the end of the final semester, I thought I should talk to you...” female voice explained, the woman took few more steps that suggested she decided to sit down.

Your eyes had slowly adjusted to the darkness under the desk now and you looked up at Keanu sat in his comfortable leather chair with his legs spread slightly, covered with those tight suit pants, that were making you insane every time you looked at them, straining over his thighs, a visible bulge right below his belt. He wasn’t hard, but you weren’t surprised that it was visible nonetheless, he probably was hiding a good piece of cock there. 

As you shifted slightly, lifting your body from the floor slightly, trying to adjust your sitting position, until you were placed right between his legs and you could tell he was trying to maintain his own position, trying not to allow you to do anything to him. You could tell he was aware of your movements, but there was really nothing he could do in this situation.

You reached up to push his legs further apart, the sudden movement making him jump and he covered it up instantly with a clear of his throat, “I see...” he leaned forward slightly trying to prevent his body from those things you wanted to do to him now.

But he was powerless now, the silent resistance of his wasn’t going to help in any means.

“I know I haven’t really had the chance to get closer to you, but I feel like it’s my final chance to tell you about my feelings.”

Perfect, now a professor whom you luckily didn’t knew was about to confess her love to him, while you were trapped under his desk.

“I think I am in love with you, Keanu” the woman blurted out.

You closed your hand around the bulge in his tight pants without a second thought, making his knee fly up against the desk top.

“Oh, f-fuck” he drawled. “Fuck, Janet, I had no idea.”

“Well, I could’ve told you about it earlier, but I felt like I shouldn’t and you know...”

“I don’t feel like it’s the right moment to talk about it” he growled through his gritted teeth.

You dragged your nails along his inner thighs, then placed your both hands at his belt buckle and he tried to push his thighs together, but he was met with the resistance of your elbows, unable to use more force without raising the woman’s suspicion, sat too close to the desk to slip his hands underneath it.

He was tense.

And after you undid his belt buckle with ease, it felt like there was nothing else that could stop you.

Janet sighed, “Keanu…”

“Please, not now. We can talk about it when the semester ends.”

Not making a sound when you kept massaging him through the fabric of his trousers, was your main focus. His hips were bucking involuntarily against the touch of your hand, his breaths becoming more hitched in his throat.

“It’s because you have someone, Keanu?”

He sucked in a breath, his hand slamming down on the table when you pulled down his underwear enough to free his now slowly hardening length from its restraints, “N-No…” he groaned, his voice shaking, “I mean, y-yes, I-I mean no.”

“Well…” she said, clearly irritated but not letting that stop her, “I wish we could get closer”

“Oh, yes, right...” he drawled again, coughing it off, merely speaking to disguise his reaction.

You took the opportunity to wrap your hand around him, giving his length few slow tugs. His whole body was tensed up, pouring all his strength into appearing unfazed by your actions, to not raise the woman’s suspicion.

But the truth was that you only just started.

“I still think that we should talk about it when the semester ends” his dulcet voice was now surprisingly steady, his fingers shaking slightly and he pushed himself back, making you stretch your arm but it still wasn’t enough for him to slip his hand under the desk and do anything.  You were now steadily stroking him, he knew that you were only building him up slowly.

“But why you want to wait?”

He swallowed hard, for a moment it broke his self-control and you used that moment to adjust your sitting position, lifting your body onto the knees and steadying yourself with one of your hands sprawled out on his thigh, nails digging into it, using the other hand to guide him into the warmth of your mouth.

His reaction was everything you, in fact, hoped for, his hips instantly lifted off his chair to push his cock deeper into your hot mouth, he breathed out shakily, coughing again to conceal it again, his legs shaking slightly as he tried to compose himself.

“F-fuck, well...” he muttered, biting his lip, “I’m not really a fan of work affairs.”

Your tongue was swirling around him, hand pumping at the base when you couldn’t hold him all the way in your mouth, head bobbing up and down.

His eyes threatened to flutter shut and he forced them to stay open, his whole poise threatening to falter now. “I will talk to you after graduation ceremony.”

“I don’t think I can wait that long...”

Keanu didn’t wanted to argue, he couldn’t, his hips almost snapping forward automatically now as you took him deep into your mouth, held him there and swallowed around him and he gripped the edge of the desk, trying to play the moan that was threatening to fall from his lips as a groan of annoyance, “It’s not that long…”

He was struggling to breathe evenly, tensing now as you held him in her throat for so long, with fingers still wrapped around the base of his shaft, tongue dancing around him, determined to drive him absolutely mad. He knew that your glittery lipstick would be all over him. His legs were trembling, he was getting close.

“I want you, Keanu, I want you so badly…” she got up from the chair, her heels clicking on the floor.

“As I told you: I’m not a fan of relationships in my work environment” he drawled, once again stifling a moan that potentially would’ve been too obscene to cover up.

 “I will wait for your call then” she sighed.

Your body tensed and you moved your head back when you felt his hips bucking up again, now only pumping him slowly to keep him on the edge, anticipating the moment he’d snap.

There was no more word uttered before the doors fell shut and Professor Reeves pushed his chair back, not missing a beat, his eyes dark, threatening and you sat on your knees for a moment, holding his glare, then crawling forward, taking merely his tip back into your mouth, suckling teasingly.

“Little girl, what are you doing down there?” he spat out.

You tried to stand up but before you could even take him out of your mouth and move your body just an inch, his large hand came down on the back of your head, firmly gripping the nape of your neck, making you close your lips tighter around him, as he kept himself buried in your warm mouth, “Oh, no, little girl” he drawled, leaning back into his chair, “You have to finish what you started.”

Struggling to breathe, when he pressed his length all the way down to your throat, you protested a little, but it didn’t helped much. He gripped a fistful of your hair and drew back your head away from himself for a moment, hissing loudly when he saw that he really was covered in your lipstick, pushing his cock right back down your throat when you had the chance to take a breath, “I knew you wanted to feel me inside your mouth, but had no idea you wanted it THAT much little girl.”

You were sucking him more eagerly now, since you had more room to move your head, the sounds you made obscene and bringing him closer to the edge, the way he was slipping in and out of your wet mouth making him even harder.

“Please look at me, little girl.”

He didn’t give more of a warning, his hips simply snapped up and his grip at the back of your head tightened, making you whimper around him, the vibrations building him up even more and he came with a loud groan, your name rolling off his lips, as his release filled your mouth, sliding down your throat. Keanu held your gaze and he breathed out shakily when you swallowed around him again. Then he drew back, lifting his hips and tucking his cock back in, fixing his belt.

“Who was that?” you asked him, when you finally could breathe properly. He leaned in to kiss you passionately, his tongue lapping at your lower lip.

“Janet, one of the substitute professor, she apparently loves me” he shrugged a little.

“She loves you, but I was the one sucking your cock under your desk” teasingly you slid your hand across his thigh making him whimper again.

“Oh yes, you were, little girl and you did it perfectly. ‘A+’ for the cock-sucking skills and another ‘A+’ for your essay.”

[fics-not-tragedies]

A lesson to teach me: Part Two

one - two - three - four - five

After 84 years I finally got to writing this one! Also @mikaneonox and @fanficsrusz you two deserve a special dedication for being super excited when I told ya about how I’m working on it 💕

SUMMARY: Professor Keanu surprises you in the cafe you’re working at and after ending your shift just to have a quite romantic coffee ‘date’ with him, you find yourselves in the supply room of your coffee shop dusty with cocoa powder. Words: 3116; Warnings: smut;

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You tried to dust off your flowery apron as you came back from the utility room into the front of the coffee shop, you sighed when you noticed the long line that had formed at the counter which your co-worker was desperately trying to manage it all by herself.

Your hands were still dusty from the cocoa powder from the bag that you tried to tame from falling from the shelf in the back area and after a quick wash of your hands you stepped to the other end of the counter, telling some customers to walk over to you, the queue instantly unloading as half of the people ran over to your register.

There was a familiar figure at the end of your line, looking down at the book he held in his hands, being absolutely consumed by it, only moving his eyes to look up briefly, so he could be sure he wasn’t bumping into someone in front of him and when you saw his face, noticing how his chocolate eyes lit up when he noticed you, the book being closed by his large hands immediately, his attention focused only on you, your heart skipped a beat.

Professor Reeves.

The smile that grew on his face when your eyes met made your heart flutter and all you wanted now was to ditch your shift, pull him in the back room and feel the taste of his lips while the cocoa dust falls onto your hair.

He mouthed ‘my little girl’ and shoot you one of the cocky grins that were driving you insane every time you saw it, making your legs a little weaker.

“Excuse me?”

You looked up at the woman whose coffee you were making staring at you, “Y-yes…? What’s wrong ma’am?” you asked quickly, trying to figure out what possibly could be wrong with her drink.

“The lid? It was a take-away coffee miss” she eyed you carefully, probably thinking that you were high on something.

“Oh, yes, you’re right” you said placing the black lid onto the paper cup filled with her coffee, “I’m sorry. Thank you, have a nice day!” blurting out you smiled at her, but she just grimaced her face and walked out of the door.

Sighing loudly you called for the next customer only to see that for your surprise it was Keanu’s turn. He slowly walked over to your part of the counter, leaning onto it like he was desperate to get closer to you.

“I was thinking on asking you for a date just to go to this cafe, but to my surprise: you’re working here” his large hand grasps your that seems tiny compared to the size of his and he lifts your palm, but only slightly, before he bows down to plant a soft kiss to your skin, “I never thought that cocoa could taste so sexy” he mumbles into your hand before the tip of his tongue swirls across it, leaving a little wet patch.

You’re happy that the cafe got empty now, so there’s no one to see how red your face got and how you were struggling to breath, seeing how his dark eyes were glued to you, giving you the same lustful stare he kept on your face while you were sucking him off in his office.

“I work here since the beginning of this semester and yet we haven’t met here earlier” you raised your eyebrow at him making him giggle a little.

“It’s because I come here mostly when you have your lectures little girl” the nickname was driving you insane and you just moaned internally, your body aching for him.

“What’s your order then?” it was a really hard time for you to remain calm, all you had in your mind was the sound of his little moans while you were sliding his dick down your throat.

“I saw you behind the counter and absolutely forgot what I wanted to order… would you like to surprise me little girl? You’ve already done that before” Keanu winks at you, leaning with his elbow onto the counter.

“Keanu!” a female voice chirps as the bell hung over the entry doors indicates with its jingling sound that someone just walked inside.

“Janet” he tried to mimic her joy, but failed at is miserably.

Just not fucking Janet this time too... you thought to yourself before speaking to him, “I’ll prepare your order then” he gave you a small smile like he desperately wanted to be saved from the encounter with her.

“You should be finishing love” your co-worker said to you gripping your shoulder a little.

“Just one last order and I’m leaving” you were trying to focus on preparing his coffee and not listening to their conversation, but their words were flying straight into your ears without you even knowing.

“You come here even on your free days?” Janet asks him and your stomach does a somersault, it’s too obvious that he just wants to bang him.

“Yes, they have the best coffee in the whole city here” even though you didn’t see his face you could hear the smirk that formed on his lips in his voice, the ‘best coffee’ probably meant the fact that you were working here.

“Oh, I feel like we should came here like, together, one day” she chirped again and you felt the urge to strangle her to death. You were glad that your shift was over and you didn’t had to serve her.

You placed the steaming mug in front of him with a loud thud, but still winking a little, hoping she hasn’t noticed it.

He took a big gulp of his coffee, making a surprised face, before speaking to you “It’s so good, what’s that?” he asks you and you untie your apron, slowly walking to the social are of the coffee shop.

“It’s double caramel americano” you say before disappearing behind the doors that says ‘private’.

When you come back he’s luckily alone, at least, finishing the drink you prepared him.

You two move to have a sit in the corner of the place, at a table that’s rarely used, so it feels like it’s your private one, where no one can bother you.

“I graded your finals last night” Keanu spoke softly, his hand moving to gently grasp yours.

“How I did on it?” you’re sipping your own coffee, that already got cold, but you need it nonetheless.

“100 on 100, which means A+” he winks at you, before leaning over the table, his mouth close to your ear, “I still think your cock-sucking skills deserve an A+ too” his mumble makes you blush, your face turning raw red and you hide it in your hands for a moment.

“What’s behind that doors there?” he asks, pointing with his fingers towards the silver doors that are on the wall behind your back.

“It’s our storage room” you say and his eyebrow raises, then he stand up from his chair and walks over to that doors.

When he disappeared inside the back room you waited few more seconds before following his steps, so the whole situation wouldn’t be too suspicious.

You heard his hitched breath, your eyes not quite used to the darkness around you yet and you gently close the doors behind you, turning the lock, so no one would bother you.

“Why haven’t you switched the light on?” you ask him, flicking the switch by yourself, knowing its placement on the wall by your heart. The light bulb just hisses at you, not lighting up.

“Because it doesn’t work” suddenly, you feel his hand on your shoulder, tensing for a moment, before his whole body is pressed firmly to yours, pushing you onto the nearest rack.

Keanu breath out shakily, his hands gripping your waist tightly and this time, you made the first move. You leaned in, your lips just gently brushing his for a moment, you can feel how his hand moves to the back of your neck, fingertips grazing over your side, grabbing onto it and drawing you in properly, his lips pressed closely to yours, your eyes fluttering shut even though you were wrapped in the darkness already.

It seemed like your heart decided to skip a beat every time you two got that close to each other and you couldn’t help yourself kissing him back instantly, moving your lips with his in sync, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he push you forward onto the shelf, a rattling sound snapping you out of the kissing haze, indicating that something fell onto the floor making a dull thudding noise, but you were too busy with him to even care about the falling item.

He sighed into the kiss, the sound muffled by your mouth, his fingers rubbing into the back of your neck. His touches felt even more electric than before, sending shivers down your spine and you pressed yourself closer to him, gasping into the kiss when you felt his hard cock pressed into your thigh, strained under the fabric of his jeans.

His mouth slid from yours to kiss your jawline, then moved further down onto your neck, where he mumbled few incoherent words into your skin, making you press your hands to his ass, giving it a little cheeky squeeze, then your fingers moved to his head, running through his hair, twisting the strands around your fingers.

You tugged on his hair lightly, tilting his head backwards so you could press your lips to his once again, kissing him even more needily and arching your body into his, feeling his hand moving down your side, grabbing at your arse. Keanu’s lips were soft and you could taste the coffee on his tongue, mixing with a hint of smoke; you were now literally aching for more, aching for him, for his body, so you let your hand wander down his chest, to his belly, before cupping the hard bulge in his jeans, palming him through its fabric.

He groaned, breaking the kiss and rolling his hips into the touch of your hand, resting his forehead against yours, his hot breath tickling your lips and you pressed your legs together, moaning quietly, “Tell me little girl… are you wet already?” he drawled, the dulcet done of his voice mixed with the darkness around you was only fueling your lust for him.

Keanu grabbed your wrist, pinned it above your head and you sighed when he pressed his knee between your legs pushing them apart, his hand moving under your skirt, pulling it upwards, letting it pool around your waist, as he rubbed your folds through the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

“K-Keanu…” you breath out his name, hearing the guttural groan that falls from his lips and your head fallback against the shelf, your eyes getting shut as you buck your hips forward into his touch, “P-Please, I need you…” you whimpered, “touch me…”

“I wanted to do this to you since the first time I saw you on my lecture…” he coaxed, pressing his lips onto yours again, the kiss surprisingly soft, too soft for your liking, while his fingers were slowly circling your entrance, his thumb barely grazing your clit.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling how your heart beats faster, “Mmmm, yes…” you whimpered when his skilled fingers moved your panties aside and slowly slid inside you.

“Mmm, you’re so wet, little girl…” he pushed two fingers deep inside you, your walls clenching around them as they filled you up nicely and your hips bucked forward again in attempt to get him closer, then he made a curling motion, making you jolt and cry out with pleasure, holding on to his shoulder with your legs trembling.

“F-Fuck, r-right there please!” you whimpered.

“Mmmm, I like to hear you” he breathed into your ear, curling his fingers inside you again and holding them in place, pressing just into the right spot that made your head pirouette, “Right there, hmm? That’s the right spot?”

You nodded eagerly, like he was about to see it, then wrapped your hand around his wrist, “Y-yes, please… d-do it again” you cried, your hips shaking, impatient in waiting for his another move.

When he picked up the pace of his fingers, brushing continuously into the right spot, fingering you faster, his thumb brushing against your clit. You moaned loudly, whimpering when he curled his fingers deep inside you once again, his thumb pressing down on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure which sent you over the edge, your legs shaking, loud gasps falling from your open mouth, as the pleasure consumed you.

You gripped tightly onto his shoulder to hold yourself still, feeling how your walls clenched around his fingers.

“Mmmm, so wet … came all over my fingers…” he whispered, pressing little kisses to your jaw, then down your neck before drawing his fingers out of you, making you whimper.

Your arm was still pinned above your head with his one hand and you felt some shuffling between your bodies that probably meant he moved the other one to undo his belt, then his zipper followed shortly afterwards.

Keanu’s hand gripped yours, taking it from his arm, then moving it to his cock, making you wrap your fingers around him, feeling how hard he already was.

“You’re so fucking big...” your breath was still uneven as you panted, giving him few tugs, making him jolt his hips towards you, few little gasps leaving his mouth.

“F-Fuck, you want it, don’t you?” he asked, pushing his hand between your legs again, teasingly circling your clit.

“I-I NEED you inside me… Keanu just p-please fuck me…” you whimpered, not even caring about the filthy words that were leaving your mouth. You wanted him so badly you could actually taste it, “Keanu p-please…”

You guided his between your legs, lifting one to rest on the higher shelf, rubbing his tip against your entrance “Say me name again little girl…” he groaned.

Taking a deep breath before speaking you almost moaned out his name “Keanu…” you breath out, hearing his racing heartbeat in the dark room, “Just… please…”

Without a warning he closes the space between your bodies once again, letting his cock sink inside you, stretching your walls, making you drop your head down onto his shoulder, biting down on the sensitive skin in the crook of his neck, crying out desperately and clinging to him closer, your both hands tugging on his hair.

He moaned loudly, holding himself steady for a moment, shifting closer to you, placing one hand under your thigh, lifting your leg even higher, making you groan loudly when he sank deeper inside you and he pressed you further onto the shelf, his thick cock throbbing inside you, as he filled you up.

His lips were so close to your ear than you could hear all of the softest moans and groans that were escaping from his lips.

“Oh f-fuck…” you cried when you felt how he slowly drew back right before sinking inside you again, the pace torturous but steady. Another orgasm was slowly building up inside you, his soft groans were slowly turned into louder ones, turning you on even mores as you clung onto him tightly, your whole body becoming weak and you knew you would’ve fallen if you weren’t wrapped in the strong grip of his arms.

“Say me name, little girl, say my name again” he whispered, nibbling softly on your earlobe.

You moaned loudly, your nails scratching lightly at the back of his neck, “Keanu, f-fuck, your cock feels amazing” you whimpered, your head dropping backwards, meeting with the cold steel of the shelf. You felt yourself tighten around him, so close again, his throbbing length buried deep inside him.

“You’re so fucking tight” he groaned, mumbling against your neck, moaning louder when he felt you come undone without a warning, just a cry of pleasure leaving your lips, your fingers pulling at his hair again, as your muscles clenched around his cock, making you writhe in his arms and you held tighter onto him when he fucked you through your orgasm.

“I’m so close… just one more, little girl, cum with me again...”

“Keanu, just... f-f-fuckfuckfuck…” you cried out, being too over-sensitive now and everything became too much for you when you tightened around him weakly again as your third orgasm approached.

“You feel fucking amazing…” he moaned, biting down on your neck, making sure he’ll have a mark for later, his hips bucked up into yours and he buried himself deep inside you, emptying his throbbing cock inside you, groaning your name with his lips so close to your ear. His hot release spilling inside you triggered your own orgasm and you cried out his name again, falling limp in his arms, your body shaking with pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you and you could barely even cling onto him anymore.

He held himself inside you, panting against your neck, your breathing still heavy and you ran your fingers gently through his hair, “Fucking wow…”

Keanu laughed softly, nudging your nose gently with his before pecking your lips, “Have you ever fucked someone here before?”

“No, you are the first and only one” you mumbled.

“I like that” you could hear the smirk in his voice, his hips bucking up into yours again, his cock nudging deep inside you and you cried out quietly before whimpering as he pulled out of you, carefully setting you leg down onto the ground, “but we should repeat that in more usual conditions.”

You fixed your underwear along with your skirt, the sound of him zipping back his pants echoed in the room and you walked over to the doors, unlocking it, “Are you ready?” and his ‘mhm’ cut through the silence.

When you walked back into the cafe noticing that there’s no-one around, even your co-worker was somewhere else now, you just pulled him after you with your hand gripping the hem of his sleeve.

“You look… dusty” Keanu said and you turned around to look at him. His hair and shoulders were covered in cocoa powder, apparently so were yours. He made double check that there was nobody in sight, before he walked closer to you and licked your cheek, “So fucking tasty” his hand gave your arse a squeeze, “Let’s go to my place, clean ourselves up and later I’ll give you a nice massage. I bet you’re all tense after work.”

“Just like you’re reading my mind” you winked at him and you two walked out of the coffee shop.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Read a book (or two)

@writeawaymrwick’s amazement by the fact that I work in a bookstore made me write it. All of the books’ titles I mentioned in it are real ones and I can absolutely recommend all of them.

SUMMARY: You work in a bookstore and one time a handsome stranger stops by it to look for new read. Words:  1465; Warnings: none;

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It was late in the afternoon, you shift was finally coming to an end. You were absolutely tired now, the only thing on your mind was to go home and have a relaxing bath. You've already swept the floors, fixed the books on their shelves and now you were sitting in front of your computer, checking out few titled from the upcoming books category. Hands on the clock hung on the opposite wall were moving too slowly. You really wanted to go home already, but there was still an hour left.

Then out of sudden the small bell that was hang above the door jingled and you turned your head to look who just entered the bookstore.

His dark hair was flowing in every direction, which was caused by the wind howling outside. There was some scruff on his handsome face along with few bruises that looked fresh and it felt like he got them on his way here.

The doors closed behind him and he took few steps inside then stopped to fix his messy hair smoothing it out with his hands.

“Good afternoon” he said politely with a small smile on his face, bowing in your direction. You said hi and sent him one of your cutest smile you had reserved for the customers who put the effort to say anything when they entered the place. He held his gaze on you for few more seconds more, then moved further inside.

There was something dark, yet quite mysterious about him. He was much taller than you, the fitted suit was accenting his broad shoulders and you couldn’t help but stare at him browsing the books.

He was circling the store for a good half an hour, so you swallowed the lump that has formed in your throat and slowly walked over to him, “Hello, I’m sorry for interrupting, but you look like you need some help” you smiled a little and stood next to him. He turned to you, putting the book he was holding back to its place on the shelf. You curiously looked at its title, only to find out that it was one of the novels Bukowski’s wrote, “Ah yes, I am a fan of Bukowski” he raised his eyebrow a little, so you decided to continue, “He was an alcoholic, but he had a gift. At least in my opinion” you added quickly before reaching to the shelf and taking one book from it, “His love poems are excellent.”

He scanned your figure with his eyes before taking the book out of your hand and flicked through few pages, reading the small black letter printed on the white paper, “If you’re not a fan of poems his fiction ones are great as well,” you handed him another one, “‘Pulp’ is bizarre, but it won my heart.”

“Is there anything else you could recommend me?” he finally spoke, holding those two books in his hands. His gaze was glued to your face and it seemed like he was really listening to everything you said about those two first books from Bukowski.

“Yes sure, follow me!” you really wanted to show him the world of great authors. He walked after you obediently, following every step you take, “I feel... you like things that aren’t obvious, so how about ‘Memories of my melancholy whores’? Gabriel García Márquez is just ahhh… can’t really find the right words to say how I am amazed by his writing skills. I know how the title sounds,” you handed him the slim book with purple cover and he looked at it, opening it at some random page, reading few words from the inside, “but it’s not what it seems.”

You flinched a little before handing him another title, “I love reading true stories as well, so for you I have this one. It’s ‘Gomorra’ a non-fiction one about Italian mob.”

“Oh, I feel like I had enough of it” he tiny giggle left his throat and you put the book back into its spot.

Then you moved to another shelf and handed him a white book, with the word ‘Terror’ sprawled across the front cover, “It’s a drama and yes, I know how people feel about drama these days, but it’s a one with modern ethical dilemma. Its author is a lawyer, a real specialists when it comes to crime cases.”

He was carefully listening to every word you've said, nodding from time to time. The books were really your world and you could talk about them for hours. He was really into your monologue, you could say that by the look he had into his eyes. They were as lit up as yours are whenever you talk about your beloved authors. You left him with all of the titles you've handed him, so he could pick the one he wanted to read and you moved away to your computer.

Staring at him from the distance you saw how he carefully handled the books, flicking through them, reading a few pages and putting them away. You smiled like a fool to your own self thinking how it would be nice if he’d ever come back here needing your help to choose something new to read.

“I think I’ll take them all” he walked over to your counter placing all of the books you handed him onto it.

“Really hard choice, isn't it?” he laughed a little, “Well I wouldn't recommend you anything I haven’t fell in love with, so don’t worry. They all are great, really” you smiled at him and he held your gaze. The corners of his mouth slowly curled and he returned your gesture. The man was really handsome with his bruised face and hair slicked back, so you couldn't help but stare at him a little more than you should.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and you looked back to your computer’s screen. Without saying anything you scanned the bar-codes from his new readings and looked at him again, saying the amount he had to pay.

“So little money for so many books?” he asked you, before reaching inside of his jacket and taking the wallet out of his pocket.

“I gave you a discount” you smiled a little, trying to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning and your palms got sweaty.

“A discount, but why?” handing you the money he brushed his hand over yours and you shivered a little. He smiled again, taking the books packed into a paper bag from your hands along with the change.

“I thought you were worth the discount since you took everything I recommended you…”

“I loved listening to you describing everything with such a passion… I even got the ‘Gomorra’ one” he reached inside the bag and got out the book showing it to you with a smile on his face.

You laughed, hiding your face in your hands, knowing you were much redder now.

“Um... I-I know how it sounds...” he started, grabbing the bag with his hand, hiding the wallet inside his jacket, “But perhaps you’d say ‘yes’ to some coffee and cake after your shift ends?” he was blushing too, his cheeks colored like a ripe tomato, “I would like to listen to you talking about more books… and other things as well a little more, if you don’t mind of course” you giggled and he looked at you slightly confused, his eyebrows raised, eyes big.

“I finished my shift almost an hour ago. And I haven’t told you that I’m closing, because I didn't wanted you to leave empty handed. Give me five minutes, I need to grab my things and I’m really loving the idea of having a coffee and a cake with you” he smiled widely.

“Even though you don’t know my name?”

“And you don’t know mine either” you turned your computer off and walked from behind the counter. He gently grabbed your hand and leaned in to kiss it.

“Jonathan” he said softly, “Or just… John” he added quickly, gently grazing the skin on your hand with his lips again. You told him your name and his eyes lit up, smile never leaving his face, “I’ll wait for you outside. Be sure to lock everything properly,” you laughed a little watching him leave the bookstore, closing the doors, then giving you a small wave looking at you through the window. You waved back then disappeared in the back office, where you grabbed your purse, turned the lights off and headed to the exit just like he did.

He was waiting for you patiently, his eyes glued to you as you were closing the doors, turning the keys in the locks.

The evening was about to start fantastic, with a tall, dark and handsome man right by your side.

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Elizabeth Mikaelson What If? - Chapter 19

Authors Note: I don’t speak French so apogees if there are some errors, google and bing translate were the only reliable sources I had to hand. The only french I know is introducing ones self as a grapefruit and I don’t think I could squeeze that in haha. Any how I hope you enjoy the following chapter.  Word Count: 4032 Warnings: None Lizzie-Lijah Stag Tag: @skeletoresinthebasement​ @sparrowsparrow  (If you wish to be tagged in any upcoming part of Elizabeth’s story please let me know.)

Myself and Elijah stood a small distance away from the car, we had been discussing our next move. We had a grueling and long drive from Richmond to a small town called Valentine and just on the outskirts of that very town was a rundown farmhouse a little broken,dull and out of the way of any prying eyes. It was the perfect place for John-Paul to hide away from his enemies. I took a deep breath in and I picked up the scent of werewolves nearby.

“Seems like J.P has werewolves doing his bidding.” I said in a hushed tone.

Elijah nodded. “I can also agree, there are around four different scents, however your negotiations with Jean-Paul will go smoother if I were not to get involved. I shall wait here and protect Nicole from any harm should a threat arise.” He replies in a gentle tone.

“There will be no time for negotiations, if Jean-Paul wishes to see another sunrise he will have no other choice than to help us.” 

“How are you going to explain Nicole to him? Jacob’s wishes were to have people believe she is our daughter. Will Jean-Paul really accept what you tell him?” Elijah asked me, taking my hand in his.

“The one thing with J.P is that he doesn’t ask questions. But I will inform him that Nicole is ours. It will ensure that his top attention is on the matter. He may have bad habits but he doesn’t fail. It's the one thing I like about him. He always prevails.” 

“If you require my assistance, I will be by your side in an instant you have my word. He replied, kissing my knuckle.

“I won’t be long, I promise.” I added as I glanced at the backseat, seeing Nicole fast asleep in her car seat.

As Elijah watched me walk down the small dirt path to the front porch, the dirt and gravel mix crunched underneath my boots and I stopped and turned to glance at the man I loved with my whole heart. As I gave him a small smile I carried on getting closer to my objective but my path was blocked by the werewolves we had smelt minutes before. I stood proud not showing an ounce of weakness.

“You seem to be lost, vampire.” One sneered.

Crossing my arms I eyed up each and every wolf, a smirk played on my features. “I thought I smelt wet dog, I have no business with mutts like you. I’m here to see Jean-Paul.”

“Can you not see your out-matched? One bite and you're a goner.” Another said with a southern accent.

“Now then dogs such as yourselves have excellent senses. Can any of you sense the original vampire that happens to be nearby?”

One of the wolves nodded. “So I would choose your next actions very, very carefully.” I added harshly.

The door to the front porch opened and looking over the shoulders of the wolves I saw the very person I came to see.

“Bonjour, mon cher Jean-Paul. Comment vas-tu?” “Hello, my dear Jean-Paul. How are you?”

The wolves stared at me in utter shock and but still remained in my way, it was only until J.P made his way to me and gently pushed the wolves to one side so he could get through.

“Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici?” Jean-Paul replied in his french accent. “What are you doing here?”

“Enough with the french foreplay J.P. You and I both know you can speak fluent english. But I think it would be wise to carry on this talk inside away from prying ears.” I told him with a smug smile on my face.

J.P ushered the wolves away and led me inside, he guided me to his office and sat behind the desk that was littered with empty liquor bottles and gambling slips. He gestured for me to sit in the seat opposite his desk but I refused.

“You look to be in a fine mess J.P, was I right helping you twenty years ago or should have I left you pardon the pun. To the wolves?”

“You being here Liz, means you want something.” J.P responding with a huff, not taking my playful teasing in his stride.

“You're correct and if you wish to see tomorrow's sunrise you will help me. Or I will deliver you to whoever wants your head the most.” I threatened, as I made my way closer to the desk.

“What do you want from me?” He asked, still un-amused by my presence.

“I need you to care for someone whilst I deal with some unfinished business, but it's your ability to disappear that I’m counting on.” I said with a whisper as I lent in close, my lips almost touching his ears.

“What’s in it for me?” J.P muttered, as I pulled away from him.

“Surely your life is enough? But fine, how about I wipe your debts clean? A simple threat to whoever you owe should be ample enough? I asked him, raising my eyebrow at him.

Ten minutes later myself and J.P were walking to the car, the sound of us walking alerted Elijah and he stood a mere few inches away from the car door that shielded Nicole from the outside world. He straightened his cuffs. As we got closer I muttered to J.P. “Whilst you and Elijah have never been on friendly terms, please do not do anything to antagonize my husband, I need you alive.”

“Liz because you are my sire I will be on my best behavior.” He replied.

“Jean-Paul, nice to see you still living among commoners I see?” Elijah teased sarcastically, as we approached the car.

“Not all of us have the power like the original family. Liz says I need to look after someone, I pray that person isn’t you Elijah.” J.P countered back with equal sarcasm.

As I stood next to Elijah I took a glance in the blacked out windows, Nicole was still fast asleep clutching her cuddly toys for dear life. I guided Jean-Paul to the car window so he could see her sleeping form.

“I want you to protect our daughter Jean-Paul. Please do this for me.” I asked him softly.

“Your daughter? You’re vampires…” He stuttered at my plea.

“I’m half vampire Jean-Paul, the other half is... Is witch. I don’t know how it happened but that is nature's loophole. Regardless how, she is here now and I need you to help protect her whilst me and Elijah have some unfinished business. You of all people understand that family comes first. I’ve helped you time and time again. You do this and I will not ask anything of you again.” I explained.

Elijah cleared his throat. “If you were to help us, you would be in my debt.”

“Elijah Mikaelson, owing me a favor? Now that is something I can get behind.” J.P said smugly.

“I take it you are onboard with your task?” I asked him.

J.P nodded. “Yeah, I’ll take your daughter. Got an apartment in the same building as Penelope figured I owe her a trip. It’s safe. I’ll have my wolves on standby. As long as you keep up your end of the deal that is.”

I nodded. “Of course. I shall see to it that you're free to walk down the street without having to check over your shoulder every few moments. Consider your debt to me cleared and your outstanding debts to your enemies wiped clean. Pleasure doing business with you Jean-Paul.” I replied, giving him a warm smile.

Elijah took a step forward and offered his hand out for J.P to shake. “I know we have not seen eye to eye in the past, but your assistance to my family is greatly appreciated. So I thank you.”

Elijah was just placing Nicole into her car seat in the back of J.P’s SUV, we stood off to the side talking. “Please take good care of her J.P.” I whispered.

“I know this must be important to you both if you're entrusting your daughter with me, you saved me when I thought I was alone. I know I can be a handful at times but when it comes to protecting my family I’ll put my life on the line. Especially for you Liz. Elijah? Well that’s a work in progress.” I chuckled at the end of his response, reaching out to gently rub the top of his arm.

We walked to the car and Jean-Paul opened up the drivers side, I swapped places with Elijah and moved to the back of the car, bending down slightly to plant a kiss to the top of Nicole’s head. “You be a good girl for J.P ok?” She nodded.

“We have slee-over!” She giggled.

Brushing she loose strands away from her face. “That you are! And meet Auntie Pen Pen. Me and Elijah love you loads. Always and forever.” I replied to her giving her a final kiss and then shut the car door and stood back and we both waved as J.P drove away his small pack of werewolf friends following behind in a truck.

Elijah placed a hand on my lower back. “The moment we deal with Esther and Finn will be the moment we can go find her again. I give you my word.”  

With a moment in silence Elijah’s phone started to ring, he retrieved it from his pocket and answered the call putting it on speakerphone. “Niklaus what can I do for you?” He asked in a tired tone.

“Brother. We have a problem.”

“I’m guessing there must be a problem hence you're calling us.” I told him, rolling my eyes.

“Have the both of you finished with whatever needed your immediate attention?” Klaus asked in a snappy voice.

“For now Niklaus yes, what has happened in our absence?” Elijah replied to his brother.

“Mother has devised a new way to end our very existence. I would prefer you both back in Mystic Falls so we can stop her together. But it means trying to axe the history teacher.”

“What on earth has your mother dragged Alaric in for?” I asked him, putting a hand on my hip.

Bringing the phone closer to his mouth Elijah spoke clearly into the microphone. “We shall be back in Mystic Falls as soon as possible. Try not to get you or our other siblings killed in the process Niklaus.”

“See you soon Nik.” I called out and then Elijah ended the call.

We headed back to the car and started with our return back to Mystic Falls, although we had only been gone a few days it was nice to not have to deal with the usual family drama but the moment we would step back it would be back to fighting for our lives from Elijah’s deranged mother. I hope we could find a way to either make peace with her or stop her once and for all.

“Ideally we need to be at our full strength if we are to be fighting your mother's latest creation.” I said as I brought my eyes from one of the spell books I had been reading on the drive.

“We will have to make a stop on the way, as wonderful modern technology is these days it would be impossible for us to drive over twenty two hours without making a stop.” Elijah replied to me.

“Have you found anything useful?” He added, briefly looking down at the grimoire.

“A few things that might help, but I think I understand the gist of it all. Because I’m a siphon basically trapped inside of a vampire’s body I can siphon magical energy from myself, bigger spells may require more magic. So perhaps I can siphon the extra from magical objects or other supernatural beings.” I replied, turning the page over.

“If you need to channel myself do not hesitate.”

Whilst driving Elijah had received a call from Rebekah, she had gone into more detail in what had happened in our absence. The linking spell had been undone, Alaric had been turned into a vampire but his movements were limited because he doesn’t possess a daylight ring. Seems Esther didn’t trust him enough to give him free movements during the day. And Klaus had been temporarily neutralized and kept somewhere but Rebekah had no idea where. The best place to see what we could do would be speak with Elena, Damon and Stefan.

By the time we arrived back in Mystic Falls it was already night-time and we headed straight to the Gilbert residence. As Elijah parked the car we got out and made our way to the front door. I was in front and Elijah was a few paces behind, I reached out and gently knocked on the door to which it opened and Elena answered. She was shocked to see us but I gave her a smile.

“Stefan.” She called out.

And with that Stefan and Matthew appeared in the hallway each of them shared a look of shock seeing us return. “Hello again.” Elijah said to break the tension.

The vampire, doppelganger and the human still looked shocked. “May we?” I asked, bringing them back to the moment as I gestured to the open door. Elena nodded and moved to the side and let us both in.

The five of us moved inside the house and into the kitchen area, Stefan lent against some of the kitchen cupboards and dialed Damon so he could listen to our conversation whilst Matthew was stood by the island and Elena and Elijah were sat at the dining room table in the living room area, I was stood behind Elijah.

“We are aware of what has happened during our absence.” I stated, giving eye contact to Elena and Stefan. “We also agree that Alaric must be contained one way or another.” 

“All we need is to take that stake away from him. Once he's been disarmed. The weapon's in my possession, my family will scatter to the ends of the Earth and Alaric will follow us.” Elijah said.

“And you’ll just run?” Stefan asked as he made his way to sit next to Elena.

“We’ve done it before. Klaus and Rebekah spent the better part of a thousand years evading my father. What’s another half century while Elena is able to live out the rest of her natural life?” Elijah replied.

“But we’ve finally stopped him. After everything he’s done to us, I can’t let either of you bring him back.” Elena admitted.

I let out a sigh. “Perhaps leaving him in his current state would do him good and finally teach your brother some manners? It would allow Elena to live her life and not worry, but it would also benefit us as well.”

Elijah nodded at my words. “I give you my word, Elena neither I or Elizabeth will not revive Klaus within yours nor even your children’s lifetimes.”

“Why should she trust either of you? All you’ve done is screw her over.” Matthew said sternly.

“And for that we are deeply ashamed. But know this, she could have been dead the moment I or Elizabeth walked through that door tonight, so Elena I leave it to you to make the decision whether or not to trust us.”

There was a sudden outburst from Damon over the phone. “Not! Hello? Did that concussion give you brain damage?! His lunatic siblings will kill you the first chance they get!”

“Damon. Kol and Rebekah can be reasoned with.” I told him, trying to reason with him.

“Rebekah and Kol will honor the terms. If you return Klaus’ body to us, Elena will come to no harm.”

Elena glanced at Stefan and then to myself.

“Do we have a deal?” Elijah asked her.

“No! No, no, no no! Did I mention no?” Damon shouted sarcastically from the phone.

Stefan let out a small sigh. “Elena it’s up to you.”

“Oh, come on!” Damon again shouted with his frustrations.

“Why do you want Klaus’s body?” She asked us.

“Like it or not but we are family.” I replied.

“He’s my brother and we remain together.”

Elena let out a sigh of her own. “We have a deal.”

“How about we try and deal with Alaric in a large open space? Less chance of unwanted casualties. The woods would make a decent area, it would also allow us to hide until the time is right. But for this to work we would need as many hands as possible.” I offered.

“The woods would be an ideal opportunity for a far more successful chance of disarming Alaric. And Elizabeth is right, less chance of any innocents being caught in the altercation. Any we do find we can compel them to leave.” Elijah stated.

“Alright the woods it is, I’ll call Caroline to meet us there.” Stefan replied, getting up from his seat.

We left the house and made our way to the woods. “I didn’t want to mention this inside but I can try and put up a cloaking spell to conceal us, to get the surprise on Alaric. We would have a slight upper hand of trying to get hold of the stake that way.”

“See what you can do with the little time we have, but the element of surprise would be an advantage. Only cast the spell if you are feeling up to it, you’ve had little to no practice on using your magic.”    

As we entered the woods we had met up with Caroline. We had picked up Stefan on the phone and from the voice I couldn’t tell who it was. As Stefan ended his call he turned to us. “What happened?” Elijah asked him.

But Stefan stayed silent. “Stefan what happened?” I asked him with a plea to my tone.

“Klaus...is dead.”

As the words left his lips Caroline had tears well-up in her eyes and Elijah...Well he didn’t show any emotion. I on the other hand felt torn about the news. But Caroline immediately left us, Stefan did as well but not in a rush like his friend. Me and Elijah stayed glued to our retrospective spots. “Say something Elijah, please.” I whispered.

“There is nothing to say.” He said softly as he stared off into the night.

I turned to look at him. “Don’t lie to me Lijah. At the end of the day Niklaus was your brother for the last thousand years, it’s normal to feel some form of emotion. Even you. I wouldn’t think of you any differently, you know that.” I responded by taking his hand in mine giving it a gentle squeeze.

“He had caused us so much pain.”

“And yet we have stayed together despite all that. There was once a time you loved Nik with all of your heart, don’t let his recent actions tear up that love you once had for your brother.”

As we were talking Rebekah approached us from behind I could hear her sniffles as she got closer. Elijah briefly left my side as he went to console his sister.

“He’s gone, Elijah. There was nothing I could do to stop it.” She said as her older brother brought her into a hug.

“Tyler Lockwood is dead, but the rest survived. You said that Niklaus turned their bloodline.” Elijah told his sister.

Hearing the conversation made me think, with Nik gone there had to be more deaths other than Tyler. Just in Mystic Falls there would be Caroline, Stefan and Damon alongside Bonnie's mother. Possibly even myself, I was never turned directly by any of the Mikaelson’s and never really pinpointed what bloodline I was from but perhaps foul play was involved somehow? Perhaps he had used his favorite trick to get himself out of trouble yet again.

Seeing the two siblings break their embrace I walked over to join them. “We must leave Mystic Falls. For good this time.” Elijah says to both of us.

“I’m tired of running Elijah. All we ever do is run...” Rebekah started.

“We must leave!” He said interrupting her, raising his voice only slightly.

“Head to the car. I’ll join you shortly.” I said to break the ever-growing tension.

Elijah shot a glance at me and I gave him a reassuring look and nod, and with that he gave his sister a final hug and then planted a kiss to the top of her forehead. Moving to me I gave him a kiss and caressed his cheek with my hand, feeling the stubble tickle my palms. And with that he sped of to the car.

“Elijah didn’t mean to sound quite so harsh just now…” I said.

“I’m not leaving Lizzie. I’m not going back to being on the run and being lonely.” Rebekah interrupted.

“I understand Rebekah I do. But we need to get you someplace which isn’t here, with Alaric now tasked with hunting you and your brothers down I need to keep each of you safe. I have no idea whose bloodline I am from and I’m scared I don’t want to die but I don’t want to lose another part of my family either, surely you can understand my point in all of this.”

“Then you know what we have to do.” Rebekah said bluntly, tears still forming in her eyes.

“You can’t be serious Bekah!” I pleaded.

“Oh but I am, the only way to make sure that we live is to remove the one person who ends all this. Think about Lizzie! We could stay here and go back to being a family! All it requires is that Elena dies tonight. And with all of the chaos happening this will be the only ideal time for it.”

“Fine, let me find a way to get your brother and my husband out of Mystic Falls, he mustn’t know I have a hand in any of this.” I replied to her.

Shaking my head I let out a sigh and took out my phone. Dialing the number for J.P. Rebekah looked at me in confusion to whom I was calling.

“J.P? I need you to do me one last favor.” I told him.

“What's the matter Liz?”

“I need you to phone Elijah and say that you and Nicole are in danger. But in order for him to believe you...I need you to slaughter your wolf friends. Please Jean-Paul, I know what I’m asking this time is too much but this is the only way I can get Elijah out of Mystic Falls.”

The phone line was dead for a split second.

“Consider it done. Nicole will not see what will happen. I promise you.”

“Thank you.” I breathed and hung up.

“What on earth did you just do?” Rebekah asked me.

“Getting this done will be easier if Elijah isn’t around. I can’t protect you both. He will leave to go to New York that I can be certain of. Let’s get this over with.” I told her bluntly and started walking out of the woods. Rebekah swiftly followed me.  

I may have just given J.P his death sentence but the lives of my husband, family and most importantly Nicole came above his. As I was lost in thoughts Rebekah had been talking to Stefan on the phone she gave him a heads of what was about to happen but there would be now way for him to stop us. 

As we came out of the clearing from the woods we came to Wickery Bridge and stood in the middle of the road. Headlights shine on us as a pickup truck heads towards us at speed, as the driver behind the truck swerved to avoid us it caused the truck over the guardrail and into the water below us. Walking over to the edge we looked over and saw the truck sinking fast. Rebekah had a satisfied look on her face. 

And with that we fled into the night.

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