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#this is why the ravens are infuriating right
allpromarlo · 7 months
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ravens 6-2 life is good
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Hi!! Really like your writing could we possibly get a drabble or something like that of Middle Schooler Yuu?
Hell-Raising Gremlin: A Middle Schooler
Synopsis: Yuu is a cringy middle schooler that curses a lot and insults people
Cw: Cringe writing. Yuu is 12 and Gn. Cursing. They call Riddle stupid and tell Azul he's gay. No romance ofc. Not proofread
“What the fuck?” Was one of the first things that came out of your mouth when you kicked off the door to your coffin. A crowd of eerily robed people turned to stare at you as if you were the weird one for wearing normal clothes. Each person had matching eyeliner and wait, does that person have horns… and a tail? What sort of fucked up LARP furry cult were you kidnapped into?
“Honestly…” Another voice rang out “Coming through the door of your own accord is virtually unheard of, why are you in such a rush?” A bird masked individual said as he approached you, two glowing yellow orbs peaking through the mask, each part of his person accessorized to fit a perfect aesthetic. Okay, thats a pretty cool costume you’ll admit, but it still doesn't change that you are obviously in the wrong place.
"Um… probably because some strange carriage literally kidnapped me and forced me into a coffin and then I woke up here? I don't think I'm in the right place."
"Hmm I don't think you are entirely lucid yet… a side effect of the teleportation magic perhaps…" the man wondered out loud.
"Can you break character for a second and tell me where the hell I am, dude?" You glared at him and a few of the weird adults around you laugh. You keep a brave face despite the fear building up.
"You are at Night Raven College, a prestigious magician training school in Twisted Wonderland." The masked man states bluntly and confidently like that explains everything.
"Didn't I just say to break character? I'm not playing DND here or anything, I need to get home, I'm not supposed to be here in this weird cult thing… I need to get home!" a few more laughs reverberated in the crowd.
"I'm being serious, this is a school for magicians"
"Right well… I don't have magic. How's that?" You give a smug smirk. "So please send me home?"
The man just gives an infuriating blank expression. "Why, you are here because the black carriage recognized you as a powerful mage! You should be quite proud of that given how young to appear to be! Please stand by and the mirror will sort you into your dorm shortly!"
"I was kidnapped first of all, and I don't even have that weird robe thing! Look dude, you got the wrong person! I'll go up to that mirror right now and show you!" You assume this "magic' mirror was just some computer check in thing. Hopefully when you give your name it'll prove you aren't on the list of whatever the fuck this is.
"My, so hasty… such is the youth I suppose. Fine then, go up to the mirror."
You must give props to this actor for staying in character the full time, but now wasn't the time. As you approach the mirror you hear whispers, and you see 5 individuals and a floating tablet standing by it, looking as superior as they could. Some glared at you, others looked intrigued.
The mirror spoke, "State thy name."
"Yuu…"
"You're soul is… invalid… I cannot read it. Therefore I sort you in no dorm."
The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as the masked person looks genuinely surprised. "Well then. I must apologize, there must be some mistake." You exhale in relief. Finally he gets it. "Mirror, send this person home!" No response. Why was he asking the mirror?
"Ahem… Mirror take this person—"
"I cannot."
"... huh…" You frown
"This child's home is nowhere. They do not exist here. They are from another dimension. Therefore, they cannot be sent home."
The crowd's murmurs get louder. You still don't believe in this whole weird magic school act thing. "Are you fucking kidding me, did I seriously get isekaied by a horse drawn carriage?" 
At that you see the floating tablet mute themselves. Before you could even turn around and ask for the masked man to get a real person to send you home, a strange creature runs in front of you. You stared at it in complete shock.
"Mrahaha! If they can't join this school, then there's room for me!" The weird cat thing talks. Flames came out its ears and its tail was forked. What the fuck, what the fuck. How is this cat on fire and talking?
The crowd laughed at the cat's words. "Oh yeah?! I'll show you!" The creature yells out. You didn't think much of it until you saw blue plumes of flames come from its mouth and aim directly into the crowd. The crowd yells and pushes each other around. You could feel the heat.
This couldn't be some high tech animatronic could it? You gawk as banners catch flames and you see some of the mages in the crowd casting water spells to put themselves out. Is this really another world…? No way… no way. You have to get hit by a truck for that! This just has to be a very weird fever dream...
Another blast of flames is fired across from you, growing bigger and bigger, threatening to engulf everything in the room. One person from before lets out an annoyed sigh and you see him turn to approach the flame. 
Without thinking you immediately run over to pull him back catching him by surprise and making him stumble. "Dude, what are you doing?!" The doll faced young man looks over at you in shock, before his race reddens.
"How DARE YOU try to—"
"Riddle enough! They were just trying to help!" Another taller green haired mad says with a clover on his face. "Come with me…" the man says before pulling you back protectively.
You watch as the strange ruby-haired man, Riddle– what a stupid name–, approaches the weird cat. He raises his arm before lowering it. "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" He yelled, and a strange collar appeared around the cat. The flames around the room suddenly die.
"Hey what gives?! What I'll just… huh?! My magic! Its…"
"Sealed away. That collar around your neck does not allow you to use magic." Riddle states. "No cats are allowed are celebrations, your very existence here is a violation." A few robed figures go to grab their cat and toss him out.
"Damn…" you mumbles as you step put from behind the stranger that protected you.
"You there, child." Riddle states, still looking upset. "What you did was dangerous, you should have never stepped in to try to help."
Oh this dudes attitude pissed you off with how condescending he sounded. "Well sorry for trying to fucking make sure you didn't burn yourself. God forbid I didn't know you could do that weird collar thing."
The green haired man paled and the face of Riddle got red. "Excuse me?! You need to learn how to treat your superiors with respect–"
"I respect whoever respects me regardless of age! And you're not superior at all! You throw tantrums like a kid!" You spat back and the crowd seemed to laugh. The green haired man tries to pull you back. "Come on now, Yuu try to be nice…"
"Why would I? He's the one that started it! He can start yelling at people for no good reason but I can't? Hell who the fuck even names their kid Riddle its such a stupid name!"
Riddle was fuming at this point and everyone just seemed to either cringe or watch in rapt excitement. "IT IS NOT! You have not followed a single rule of the entrance ceremony! Those who don't follow the rules should be punished! Especially rude ones like you!"
"Did you not hear the mirror? I'm not from this world! I literally don't know any rules at all! How are you gonna get mad at me for that?! You're the one that keeps yelling for no reason and then getting mad at me for giving back the same energy? And now you're trying to threaten me!"
"Enough!" The red head yells. "Apologize now or it's off with your head!"
"Oh no my magic that I totally have! I'm so scared! Go ahead and do it! You're only punishing me because I'm right! You can't ever comprehend being wrong so you need to make yourself look stronger in every other way because you're a coward and a control freak! I may not have been in this world long, but something tells me in the real world you can't collar everyone that upsets you! You're a coward and a god damn fucking tyrant that feels the need to prove himself superior to a fucking TWELVE year old just because I had the audacity to try and help you! I am twelve and everyone here appears to be an adult yet none of you are actually helping me! I wanna go home!"
"Enough!" The masked man's voice yells out and you huff and look away. "That is enough for both of you." You look over at another man with blueish hair and glasses along with a mole struggling to hold in a laugh. You narrow your eyes. "Oh I just KNOW your bitch ass isn't laughing with your birthing hips and gay little face!" The man's eyes widen and he stares in shock for moment before looking down at himself. The crowd erupts in laughter.
"Yuu!" The masked man reprimands before sighing. "Dorm leaders! Take your students to their new homes! I will deal with this… situation" As everyone left, you glared at Crowley.
"It's about time you fucking listened me, hot topic wannabe ass." Crowley could tell that this child would fit in perfectly here.
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You know, I find it funny how MLB thinks just having those fairytale parallels is enough to warrant praise, without actually using them to explore the characters.
Using one of the examples you listed in the finale review, Ever After High took the concept of fairytales and used it to explore the characters in interesting ways. Raven outright rejected the fate people decided she should have, instead choosing to write her own story and use her magic for good. Briar HATED her story, as she knew that while she would sleep for a hundred years, her friends would all be dead when she woke up. Duchess was envious of the others, as her story was doomed to end in tragedy as the next Swan Princess…
I could go on for days. The writers of EAH used the basic concept of fairytales to create genuinely compelling characters and discuss topics like autonomy, existentialism, being your own person vs what everyone wants you to be etc. But MLB just- throws these metaphors in on a surface level and then claim that they’re reinventing the wheel. It’s so infuriating.
Again, fairy tale references and deconstructions can work if they're done right (Go! Princess Precure does a great job with this for example), but the problem with this show is that all it does with that idea is compare the story to a fairy tale without really having anything to say about the tropes commonly associated with the genre.
The idea of comparing Marinette to a knight isn't a bad one, as you could argue that superheroes are the modern day equivalent to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, but the whole knight idea is just to make Marinette look like a knight, not have her follow the code of chivalry knights are known to follow. Making Adrien the "damsel" is the bigger problem here. When he was compared to the princess, it was just to portray him as helpless and in need of saving... while the fairy tale visual in "Gabriel Agreste" shows him wearing a dress while Marinette wears a suit of armor.
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In other words, this show that's trying to be empowering to girls, is essentially associating feminine traits with being weak, while the character supposed to be the female role model girls look up to is only able to get the job by acting like a man. This is why this show needs more than one female writer on the crew.
Maybe I'm overthinking things because I'm not a girl, and therefore, don't see things the same way, but to me, it comes across like the writers only cared about how cool things looked rather than actually diving into what something like this symbolizes. You know, the thing Ever After High has gained a lot of praise for with its discussion of fairy tale tropes?
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thebibutterflyao3 · 5 months
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Day 19 - Prompt: Note. @jegulus-microfic
December Daily Series - 500 words
Tw: threat of violence
<<<Previous Part Or Start Here
“Sirius, I need a drink. Now. Right now.” Regulus wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. “Later” wasn’t going to cut it either.
His brother stopped abruptly and frowned. “What? Why?”
“Listen to me very closely,” Regulus said, his voice dripping with condescension. “If you don’t take me to a pub, I’m going to violently shag your best friend. Is that what you want? Hmm?”
“As in…consensually? I mean, love is love, so-”
Sirius bit his lip hard, clearly fighting back a laugh. It was official. Regulus was going to strangle his brother, then shag James senseless, and ruin everyone’s holiday. It was not a laughing matter!
“I’m aware that you haven’t seen my ‘joking face’ in awhile,” he retorted, clenching his teeth. “I assure you that this isn’t it.”
“Oh, oh shite. Yeah, come on then,” Sirius said, smirk evaporating as he closed the space between them. He gripped Regulus’s shoulders and searched his face. “What’s wrong? Are you ill?”
“No, of course not. This is me, perfectly fucking fine.” Regulus was seething. If he didn’t numb this intense need to devour James immediately, he couldn’t promise the bloke would survive. His bite was notoriously sharp.
Sirius winced as he released him. “Yeah, right. Let me leave him a note at least. Then, we’ll go.”
By the time they reached the pub, Regulus was ready to rip the skin from his bones. The sight of James Potter jealous over him was entirely too much. He’d barely contained the visceral need to claim him, like a ravenous wildcat wrenching opening its jaws and eating him whole.
“Here, two shots to calm your tits and a gin and tonic to nurse,” Sirius said, grinning as he set the drinks on the table. “Go on.”
He ignored the shite joke and downed two vodka shots with a straight face. Regulus was in no mood to fuck around. He was here to get pissed and intended to succeed. He slammed the g&t for good measure as well.
“Whoa! Take it easy, Reggie. Your tolerance isn’t high enough for that.”
“Wrong. This won’t do much.”
Sirius huffed as he swivelled on his heel. “I’m ordering food this time too. I don’t want to carry your arse home.”
A basket of fries and a table full of drinks later left Regulus properly pissed. Sirius hadn’t bothered to keep up or mentioned his threat of violent sex with James. To be honest, he’d expected a repeat of his objection from earlier.
“You’re not curious what he did?” Regulus asked finally, slamming his umpteenth g&t on the table.
“Not really. James would never hurt you, so I assume it was something good that you can’t process.”
The fact that he was right was even more infuriating. “He defended me, Sirius. The prat…was jealous. Do you understand?”
“Mm-hmm. He’s hot when he does that.”
“For fuck’s sake, I will hurt you,” Regulus warned.
Sirius snorted a laugh and waved his hand. “Stand down, Phthonus. We’re just friends.”
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perseephoneee · 3 months
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓘𝓘
In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.
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“He’s so infuriating,” you groaned, flopping down onto Ivy’s bed as she sat at her vanity, peering at you with amusement. 
“But how was Thor–”
“He insults my wit, my wit,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “My wit is what makes me interesting.”
“I think it’s interesting you’re focused on Loki when his brother is the one that’s courting you,” Ivy mumbles, looking at her nails. You send her a glare, biting the inside of your cheek. You had come home from the races coursing with adrenaline. It was a lot more exhilarating than you expected, even if the company was lackluster. You hated the stares from the rest of the ton as you sat with the two princes. While you appreciated Thor’s company, having a verbal sparring match with Loki was not on your agenda for that day. Which is why the second you got home, you ranted to your sister. 
“This whole courting situation is rather tiresome,” you groan, holding a pillow over your face. Ivy chuckles, grabs the recent gossip column (Lady Valkyrie), and sits beside you on the bed. 
“You’re the talk of the ton,” Ivy sighed, slight envy in her tone. You sat up, looking at her curiously. “Everyone is gossiping about you and Prince Odinson.”
“I don’t want to be the talk of the ton,” you rub your eyes, glancing at the words on the page. Lady Valkyrie talks about your ‘spitfire personality’ in a way that gives you slight satisfaction. “Why can’t you be the talk of the ton?”
“Because I am not as interesting as you,” Ivy says, eyes bright as she looks at you. “And that is alright.”
“You deserve it more than me.”
“It is not a matter of being deserving; it just is.” Sometimes, Ivy could be wiser than you gave her credit for. You wrapped her up in a hug, resting your head on her shoulders as she patted your head. “There’s another dance happening today if you want to come?” Ivy looked at you expectantly, but you just shot her a look. “Or not.”
“Why are there so many events?” you inquired.
“I assume people are desperate to meet the one,” Ivy sighed, getting up and returning to her closet. She held up two different gowns, raising an eyebrow in question. You pointed at the right one and then went back to scowling. “You should go.”
“I’ve done enough socializing for one lifetime,” you curled into a ball facing the window. “I’m going to stay home and read.”
“Fine, have it your way,” Ivy hummed, already messing with her hair. 
The truth was that you needed more books to read, having already exhausted your collection. Which in and of itself was a feat, considering you seldom ran out of books to read. You decided to take a self-care day, heading to the town and finding a new novel to distract yourself. The town wasn’t that far of a walk, and you needed the space to think critically about your situation.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Thor; you did. He was kind and courteous and found you attractive and not at all crazy (or he found you crazy but didn’t care). Still, you didn’t feel that spark. That sense of electricity that was described in your romance novels. You just felt…the same. You had never been in love, though; there was no barometer. 
The air was crisp, and you enjoyed feeling the wind tossing your hair around. You gave polite nods to anyone you passed but generally kept to yourself. The bookstore was close ahead, though, and you were anticipating your next novel. Unfortunately, any chance of solace you had was ruined by the sight of a familiar raven-haired prince exiting the shop. You felt yourself glower as you approached, and he shot you a smile that read as anything but happy. 
“All alone?” Loki asked, raising a brow as he looked you up and down. You huffed, rolling your eyes. 
“I’m allowed,” you went to move past him, but he blocked the entrance. “Is there something the matter, your highness?” Loki shook his head, moving out of your way. You pushed into the store, hearing the bell ring above your head as you headed straight for the section in the back left. You felt Loki follow you inside, trailing behind you as you started looking at different titles. 
“I didn’t take you for a romance reader,” he said, voice close to your ear. It made you jump, and you turned to find him directly behind you. 
“Do you have no sense of personal space?” you hissed, but he ignored you. Loki grabbed a book from right above your head, grimacing as he flipped through the pages. 
“Terribly drab.”
“Bold of you to comment on what is romantic,” you snatched the book from his hands, hiding your grimace. It wasn’t a novel you would’ve chosen of your own volition, but you felt insistent on not letting Loki know that. You put the story back on the shelf, grabbing a different title instead from an author you admire. You appreciated that while the book involved romance, other storylines were going on that didn’t make it dreadfully dull. There was adventure, treasure, and more. Loki narrowed his eyes at you as you held the book to your chest. 
“For a lady being courted by a prince, you don’t seem to be excited about the ordeal,” Loki exclaimed, startling you. 
“That’s none of your business–”
“It’s my business when it involves my brother,” Loki leaned against a shelf, arms crossed and head tilted like you were a fascinating creature. You hated how relaxed he seemed, even as there was a split-second thought that he looked good posed against the various hardcovers. 
“You don’t seem that interested in any of this, either,” you shot back. 
“I’m not; people are boring,” Loki chuckled, a dark sound that sent chills down your spine. You fought the urge to shiver. “Let me help you.” You narrowed your eyes, unsure what he was getting at. “Whatever reason you are participating in the season, it’s not because of personal want. My father is eager for one of us to get married, and it won’t be me,” Loki sighed at this point, turning so his back was against the shelf and looking up at the ceiling. “I’ll help you secure my brother, and in turn, you help me get out of my familial expectations.”
“I don’t need your help with your brother,” you scoffed. 
“Sure you do,” Loki smiled like he knew a joke you weren’t a part of. “Considering he could be courting another lady at any moment, your obstinance won’t get you anywhere. You’re also the…best choice.” He had to spit out his words at that like it pained him. 
“Best choice?” Your words caught in your throat when Loki stepped closer, towering over you with the haughty air of someone who knew they held all the power. 
“I don’t like you,” Loki murmured, close enough for you to hear every word. “But you’re more interesting than the rest of the ton. If anyone will join this family, I would hate for it to be one of them.”
“It sounds like you do like me,” you replied, heart beating slightly faster. 
“Careful what you say, pet,” Loki stepped back, taking the heat from the air with him. Clutching the book to your chest like a shield, you carefully observed the prince before you. You didn’t need help, or at least, you didn’t think you did. You were under no illusions that you’d experience a love match. Still, perhaps Thor was your best option. It would satiate your grandmother, and you wouldn’t have to see her disapproving gaze daily.
“If I say yes…what do I have to do?” You whispered, eyes looking down. You could almost feel Loki’s satisfaction in a way that made you grit your teeth. 
“Just wait,” he hummed. “You’ll know soon enough.”
“You’re terribly ominous.”
“Perhaps,” he grinned, his smile half-cocked and a serpentine glint in his eyes. It felt like making a deal with a demon, a promise that would only do more hurt in the long run than good. You can’t help thinking about your grandmother and this ridiculous expectation she put on you. You didn’t want to get married; you didn’t care. But the woman was more impatient than not, and you hated how she beat down Ivy for her inability to secure a match. It took you several seconds to meet Loki’s green eyes and even more before you could steel your mind into an impenetrable fortress. 
“Then yes,” you mutter, eyes narrowed. “I say yes.”
Loki just chuckled. “Then let the games begin.”
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luvbug724 · 5 months
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neil being aftg's narrator is its biggest strength and its biggest weakness.
he's absolutely the right person and the only person to tell this story, and his perspective frames a lot of characters in sympathetic lights that you wouldn't get from other characters' narrations (see: would we like andrew if aftg was from dan's pov? what about seth from nicky's?), but, for almost the entire trilogy, he doesn't care about them beyond what he needs to know to help himself. that's why we can love andrew, who doesn't apologize or feel bad for actions we condemn in other characters that we don't understand as well. think about jean-- he was an unrepentant jerk loyal to riko up until neil is forced to rely on him, at which point we learn that he's loyal to riko because he has no other choice. because every character in aftg takes actions that a lot of people from different backgrounds/thought processes would disagree with, we need that sort of understanding to be able to understand why that action was the most logical/only choice/best choice for the character to take.
it's very easy, then, for the fandom to pick a character we don't understand and crucify them. do you think nicky doesn't have his own motivations? do you think thea hadn't spent four years in a cult, where on-court frustrations were expected to be worked out physically, when she started hooking up with kevin? that nora herself said that the raven mentality is so strong that "failed ravens have a tendency to commit suicide."
neil doesn't know and he doesn't care, so we don't get paragraphs of him trying to understand their logic like he does with andrew. these characters, mostly, aren't good people, which is what makes them so compelling, and it's infuriating to see the fandom approach every character with a morality test and demonize them if they fail it. u drive me insane.
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gojo-enthusiast · 7 months
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Master Zenin - Toji Fushiguro Series — Reblog & Like🫶🏻 Read Other Chapters Above 👆🏻 🖤
Chapter Three
“TTTOOOOOJJJIIIII!!—“ you’re laughing, and squealing throwing your head back. The big man who you were sitting on his lap, trying to help him trim his eyebrows, because the last time he went and gotten them done– the woman at the salon made them to thin. So he vowed to never let another person touch them again, until one day, you said you would do it.
Seventeen year old you, sitting in 28 year old Toji, the tweezers in hand, plucking out the stray hairs. “You damn woman, that hurts!” He groans, flinching his eye. “You better not poke my eye.” He howls. “Oh hush, I know what I’m doing.” You giggle. These were rare moments where it was just you and just Toji. He had picked you up from your college classes, you had already graduated high school, and gotten started with finding your career, taking your basics. “Thanks for picking me up by the way, mom’s book club ran late, plus I wasn’t ready to go home.” You sigh, “this is nicer anyway than being there.” You add on, causing a frown to appear on his face. “Why do ya say that doll?” He asks, “I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like my parents expect so much of me, but give so little to me. They don’t pay much attention, yet they want me to do and be so much. My dad is really pushing me to go into law, or become a doctor.” You sigh again. “What do you want?” He says, turning his head slightly, investing himself in every word you say.
“I wanna be a —“ the sentence is faint, as you feel your eyes flutter open, you had been dreaming. A old memory that you shared with Toji, a memory you had forgotten about. The tears in the corner of your eyes, peaking out. Heavy and cold, they sunk down into your skin, staining it.
“I see sleeping beauty has decided to join the world of the living.” You hear, a voice that is all to familiar. You lean up quickly from the mattress, your head feeling dizzy. Your eyes focus onto the chair that sits across the room, in front of the bed. There he was, the man you had been dreaming of, the man you shared these intimate memories with. Your first love, the man that you swore to never love again. Toji Zenin.
“T-Toji.” You whisper, “Hey pretty girl.” He smirks— “Been searching for ya for ‘while.” He huffs, running his fingers through his jet black raven colored hair.
“Fuck you.” You muster out, tears peaking out of the corner of your eye. You’re so infuriated with the sight of him, but you can’t help but deep down, want to be cradled into his huge chest, because that’s how safe he made you feel even in this situation. “Hey doll, let’s tone down the language. I’m in no mood to be fightin’, I mean didn’t you just get here? Already causing trouble I see.” He says, throwing his hands up, in this “defeated” look on his face.
“Who do you think you are? Picking me up! Taking me to this place, getting me all pampered to be what? Your plaything? Fuck you Toji!” You scream, you’re beyond mad. You just see your father’s face in your mind, the disappointment in his eyes he had when he came home after the fight he had with Toji occurred. “Don’t look at me like that, don’t pretend like I hurt you. I just saved your ass.” He scoffed, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, opening the window to the room you were in, lighting it up. “Saved me? Are you fucking serious right now? How is this saving?” You shout, no response. He was lighting up his cigarette, taking a drag. “ANSWER ME!” You scream, “hey! Lower your voice, aight?” He says in a stern tone. “Oh and what are you going to do? Whoop me? Beat my ass? Punish me? Is that what you leaders do, after taking us innocent civilians, who just want to live a peaceful life?” You say, at this point you’re standing up, and you had finally pushed him to his limit. He flicks the cigarette out the window, turning around. Grabbing you by your wrist and slamming you back down on the bed. He had each knee on either side of you, while his left hand held both your wrist above your head.
“Shut the fuck up.” He mutters, “fuck you!” You say, spitting on his face. You almost freaked out yourself, you couldn’t believe you had just done that. He stands up, putting his hand to his face where the spit was at, wiping it with his fingers, then inserting it into his own mouth. “I always wanted to know what your mouth tasted like.” He smirks.
“YOUR FUCKING DISGUSTING!” You scream, throwing the pillow at him, jumping up running to the door. He lifts you by your waist into the air, pushing you back onto the bed. “How about you behave aight? ‘M sleepy.” He groans, lying down on the bed, letting you free after putting in the bed next to him. “What the fuck?” You’re eyeing, sitting up. Rushing to the door of the bedroom. “I am leaving! You’re not going to stop me.” You say, going up to the door, while he hums a “Mmhmm okay.” Getting to the door, you had realized it’s locked from the outside, and need a key to get out. “Let me out Toji.” You say calmly. “No, I’m sleeping.” He says childishly, closing his eyes, wrapping his arms around one of the pillows. “Fuck you mean you’re sleeping?” You scold, “look it’s been a long day. How about we sleep, and when it’s dinner time, we will eat, and we will talk. As of right now, I’m tired. So quiet down will ya?” He groans.
You’re on fire, all you want to do is hurt him. But you also want to curl into his arms and fall back asleep yourself. Toji felt your conflicting, bringing himself up, walking over to you, throwing you over his shoulder, then placing you on the bed next to him— now cradling you. “Well doesn’t that feel better? I miss ya’ smell.” He says, nuzzled into your neck. You feel his nose tickle your throat. “Don’t hurt me T-Toji.” You sniffle out. “Haven’t I always taken care of you? Why would that change now?” He whispers, and in a swift instance, you hear his slight snores in your ear, and in some sick way it lulls you to sleep, the man that you swore to hate, was the same man that was holding onto you, and you in a way let him hold onto you. You let his head be nuzzled into your neck, and you let his arms wrap around your waist, you blamed it on the fact that he was much bigger. But you know it was your own biased opinion that you tried to convince yourself it was him, and simply not you. You convinced yourself that you simply weren’t strong enough to push him off. That was what helped you fall back asleep.
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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader
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“I didn't know I'd feel relieved after ordering a dress.” you sat across from your fiance at a cozy little bistro you'd picked for lunch.
“I didn't really understand why it was such a big deal until today.” He replied picking up the menu in front of him.
“That hit me at dress number four.” You chuckled, “I feel like you saved the day.”
Law lifted the tri-fold laminate to hide the odd surge of pride he was feeling.
“That's a bit much.” He managed evenly, “All I did was pick something I thought you might like.”
“Well, it is perfect.” You smiled glancing down at the menu.
All of your reactions today had him feeling a bit cocky. He'd been the source of that happiness and Goddamn if that wasn't an addicting high. It was more than that though, part of your elation was the unexpected show of affection in the dressing room. Whatever rare occasion Law touched you was warm and comforting. This small kiss on the forehead was electric. Shivers wiggled down your spine just reflecting on it.
“Do you come here often?” He asked, still perusing the restaurant's offerings.
“I used to when I wasn't burying myself in work. A friend of mine from culinary school owns it.”
He glanced up, interested in this newly offered information, “You went to school with Sanji-ya?”
“Small world it seems. How do you know him?” You asked.
“Through an infuriating acquaintance.” He grimaced.
“Oh, now that sounds interesting.” Your chuckle faded as realization washed over you, “Luffy.”
Law's brows raised, he shouldn't have been surprised. Your cousin hung out with Sanji and Luffy too.
“Smaller world than I thought.” He murmured, “You used to hang out with them?”
You shifted and cleared your throat.
“Something wrong?” He asked, watching your disposition change.
“I mean… to answer your question, kind of? Luffy is Zoro's best friend.”
Law sat forward as it clicked, “The little brother?”
You nodded.
The raven sighed, “Will everything always come back to that guy?”
“I really wish it didn't.” You slouched forward a bit.
“Sorry,” Law reached across the table and hesitated briefly before touching your wrist, “I didn't mean to ruin the mood.”
His hand was so soft and warm, you fought the urge to hold it, opting instead to stay still.
“No, you didn't ruin anything. It's actually something we should talk about.” Your gaze rose from his tattooed fingers just before he pulled away.
“Maybe not in public.” He glanced around, “Let's get back to the issue at hand. What would you recommend ordering?”
He’d found that getting you to talk about something you had passion for usually brightened you right up.
You sat up and flipped the menu between the two of you to show him all of your favorite items. He leaned in resting his chin in his palm, pleased with the mood change.
Soon your orders arrived as the conversation continued comfortably.
“So did you decide on going back to Olympia to look for your suit?”
He nodded, finishing his last bite, “I forgot to tell you, Cora-ya will be coming next weekend to help me.”
“Is he going to stay with us?” Your eyes lit up.
“Well, I assumed he'd stay at a hotel. Our place is small.” He answered appreciating your excitement.
Our place.
The phrase sent a flutter through your chest.
“It's a two bedroom apartment.” You deadpanned moving your napkin from your lap to the table.
“I guess I can take the couch so he can have my room.” He suggested thoughtfully.
You cocked a brow at him, “Is sleeping with me that bad?”
Law’s eyes widened as his face heated up, “I'm sorry?”
“Wai-I -” You covered your face and let out an embarrassed chuckle, “I meant like, if I snored or something.”
A soft laugh rumbled through your fiance's chest as he reached forward to gently move your hands from your face. The amused look on his face had you frozen for a moment.
That smile could end wars.
“You don't snore,” he assured, “I just didn't want to invite myself into your room.”
Your gaze trailed down to your hands resting in his, “I appreciate that. You can stay in mine.”
“Thank you.” He murmured.
“Look at the two of you, charming everyone around you.” A familiar voice chimed as a plate softly clacked against the table.
“Sanji.” You straightened yourself out now that you'd been reminded you were in public.
“I couldn't let my beautiful former study partner leave without her favorite dessert.” He'd placed a small plate of strawberry shortcake between you.
“Awe thank you.” You smiled up at him, “I'll hook you up next time you stop by the bakery.”
“Sanji-ya,” Law nodded toward your friend.
“Tra-guy, it's been a while. I see you're doing well.” Sanji shook his hand.
“Tra-guy?” You echoed.
“You know how Luffy is with names.” The blonde winked at you.
“How's Pudding? I heard about the bed-rest.” You changed the subject, deciding to circle back to Law's nickname when you had him alone.
Sanji's blue eyes sparkled at the mention of his wife. He immediately launched into an update on her pregnancy and gushed so much you almost wished you hadn't asked. You were glad she was well and the bed-rest was just a precaution due to high blood pressure. After the catch up and a few pictures your former classmate excused himself to get back to work.
“I definitely ate too much.” You sighed entering your apartment.
“What should we do with the afternoon?” Law asked removing his shoes and placing them with yours by the door.
“First, stretchy pants.” You suggested.
“And then?” He prompted removing the dark knit sweater he'd had covering the worn black t-shirt he had on underneath.
“I'm fine with whatever you choose Tra-guy~”
His sweater flopped over your head and shoulders as you tried to make a dash for your room.
“Not you too.” He grumbled blithely.
You gasped dramatically and pulled the garment off your head, “That’s abuse.”
“You're ridiculous.” His lips upturned enjoying this playful side of you.
“I could have fallen.” You pushed the sweater against his chest.
“I'm a doctor,” he leaned over you and dropped his voice, “I'd take care of you.”
Fuck.
That silver gaze flitted from your lips to your eyes so quickly you had to have imagined it. His expression was relaxed but there was something there he was holding back. Torn between learning what the consequences would be and being afraid to let you into his world completely - he held his breath.
It was a subtle but bold move. Wanting to match his energy and ride out the high of this tension without taking a move your brain might not be ready for - you gently nuzzled his cheek.
“I know you would.” Your fingertips brushed the sharp line of his jaw.
The rush of cool air that hit him as you stepped back was sobering. He cursed under his breath as you made your way to your room to change. Kissing your forehead earlier in the day suddenly didn't feel as intimate.
Confirming you wanted the affection was like opening the door to a locked room.
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When your family died when you were fifteen, you’d vowed then and there never to attend another funeral again. So, of course, you did the only reasonable thing you could and joined the US Navy. It had been the only option you had left as a destitute orphan without family, prospects, or money. After the funerals, you’d done all the research and walked into a Navy Recruitment Office. The Recruitment officer had suggested the Naval Academy. For the next three years, you ate, drank, and breathed only your school work, working as hard as possible to gain admittance to the Naval Academy.
The Naval Academy was where you met Bradley Bradshaw for the first time. You’d felt even more lost than when you’d lost your family. You wanted to succeed, but everywhere you looked, it always seemed like there was somebody better. You didn’t know how to be better. You didn’t have your Mom cheering you on anymore. Or your dad’s corny jokes as he helped you with your math homework. You didn’t have anybody you loved in your corner anymore — just strangers in a crowded room.
As you peered blearily into the giant textbook in your lap, you were strung out and infuriated, giant raccoon-like bags under your eyes. It was a Saturday afternoon, and you were under a tree at a park near campus. Your physics reading wasn’t making sense, and your entire body ached, to stay awake. That’s when you’d felt somebody sit down next to you. 
“Do you mind? I’m trying to study.” Your voice was a snap as you tried and failed to keep your irritation out of your tone. 
“I’m trying to do the same. And I know. We’re in the same class. You sit two rows behind me.”
That one interaction over physics changed your life. You found yourself a part of his friend group, basking in the warmth of his smile. You’d followed Badley Bradshaw to flight school and joined him as a naval aviator. You finally felt like you’d found a place in life. Right by his side. And you’d finally found your calling as well. You loved flying. You lived for it, honestly. It was why you were ecstatic when you were called to Top Gun. It meant you could finally protect Bradley Bradshaw like he had protected you over the years.
But that only worked when you were in the same place as him. You’d still been in Japan with your squadron and his when you’d gotten word that something had happened. He’s only been back in Miramar for a month. Your heart had dropped when Admiral Simpson called you via priority one communique and ordered you to come back to Miramar. The entire duration of the 18 hour flight had been filled with your mind providing you all the worst case scenarios. 
If only you’d known. You’d made your way onto the base at North Island just in time to see two coffins being unloaded from a military transport. Your legs gave out as your mind struggled to comprehend the situation. There was no way. That couldn’t be Bradley. Not him. Anyone but him. But Bradley, it was. He’d gone down, somebody, probably Admiral Simpson, told you. Shot down in an F-14 being piloted by Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell. But the mission had been a success, he said. Two people were dead. Gone in an instant. And the mission was a success?! Your eyes didn’t dry the entirety of their funerals or when you were given the flag over Bradley’s coffin. That brings you to now.
“Oh, B.” You’re talking to his gravestone in the silence of the cemetery. The other mourners have long since left, leaving you in your dress uniform staring at one of the only parts of him you have left.
“Why’d you have to do it? Why’d you have to go back? I know he was the only family you had left, but I thought you knew that you had me, too.”
You’re crying again, sobbing as you lay your head against the cold stone.
“The worst part isn’t that you’re gone. We’re human, I know that. The worst part is that you chose to go, to leave me behind. And you ripped everything that I had found away from me. How am I supposed to get back up in a jet again without you by my side? How am I supposed to move on with my life?”
You’d give anything to feel his arms around you again or to hear the rich timber of his voice as he tells you that everything would be okay. But it isn’t and he is gone, leaving you alone in the world once more.
“The ghost of you lingers around me everywhere — every second of the day.”
You’re breathing raggedly, waiting with bated breath for someone, anyone to tell you this was a joke. A sick joke, but a joke nonetheless. But that’s not what you get. You just hear birds in the trees and the wind whistling through the stones. There isn’t another soul in sight.
“I just want it to stop. Please.” You’re screaming, throat aching at the stress. Each breath cuts like knives as struggle to hold back the wave of emotions you regain your equilibrium. But you can’t. Your equilibrium is gone. Buried in a wooden casket six feet below you. “Please.” That’s when your tears spill over into sobs that rack your frame.
You don’t know what you’re begging to anymore as you sob, curling into the stone like it would bring the person you miss back to you. But it won’t. You’re a rational adult, you know the difference. You just hope that Bradley, if he’s watching over you, doesn’t begrudge your decision to turn in your wings and leave the Navy. You don’t have to only take of yourself anymore. You have to take care of a small being, half him and half you. And you can’t do that from a fighter jet anymore. You don’t know how you’re going to do it at all. But you’ll bring them to visit him, all the time. And they will know their father, even if they’ll never feel his hands or his embrace.
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Break Away.
A Couple’s Getaway Sequel
Chapter four.
The story continues in Dubai where Nicole and Erik reunite
Warnings: Smut. Lots of SMUT
Word Count: 21k !!!!
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The strange thing about seeing Nicole for the first time in months is that it felt like nine years had gone by. She looked totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then she looked at him the way she always has, as if no time has passed between them. 
That was before she turned away and flounced out. 
The area around him became too claustrophobic and he impatiently pushed his way through the growing crowd to get to her. The harsh request to get the fuck out of his way slipped past the curl of his top lip as he drew closer to the restrooms. A few vibrant women brushed past him laughing and flipping their hair when he found the frosted glass door labeled womens in gold. He stood there contemplating with a deep crease in his brow before pushing the door forward and entering. 
He almost ran into an elderly white woman on her way out of the restroom. She turned crimson for a second then she gave him a dirty look. Erik stepped away and allowed the woman to leave, not giving two fucks what she thought. The click clack of his dress shoes against the porcelain stone was deafening. The bathroom mirrors above the sinks created multiple reflections of him and the dim lights made his skin appear more russet. A toilet flushed and Erik’s raven-colored eyes zeroed in on the third stall. The door opened and a flustered Nicole stepped out. She rushed to the sink and began washing her hands and when she reached up to dry them his presence startled her. 
She noticed him and she’s rooted to her spot. He didn’t have to hear her heartbeat to know that it had to be pounding away at her chest. She just stared with unblinking eyes. She didn’t even shake. Just there in total paralysis. Erik’s eyes took their time drinking her in. That round face he still found adorable and precious. The deep brown of her skin has saliva gathering in his mouth for a taste of her. He could tell she’d been working out. She’s full-figured, strong, and sexually attractive. He could see that rotund ass from the front and the swell of her breast in that eye-catching dress thrilled and infuriated Erik all the same. 
He sensed that she wanted to speak, but his presence made that difficult. Erik approached her with tentative steps, one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other extended to touch her. She didn’t back away from him when he finally made it into her private space. He could smell the fruity, floral scent of her perfume and it took all his strength to keep from kissing her. Nicole’s cinnamon eyes didn’t shy away from him. She held his gaze head-on and didn’t back down once. He loved that shit. Her sweetly curved mounds had a sheen of sweat over them and it made her look even sexier. 
“Why did you run away from me?” Erik questioned.
“…what are you doing here?” She asked softly.
“Business. Nik…why did you take off like that?”
Nicole pouted her lips in a way that looked naughty to Erik and he had to bite down on his fleshy bottom lip. Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal. There was so much they both wanted to say but couldn’t. When his fingertips touched her wrist, then gliding up her smooth arm, Nicole gasped and tilted her head up at him. He felt it immediately—the great attraction to Nicole hot and heavy beneath his fingertips. 
“Why?”
“Because…you shocked me by being here, E. This is the last place I expected to see you.”
“You threw a nigga off too,” Erik inched closer, “Damn, I can’t believe you’re standing here right now…”
“I know,” Nicole looked away to stare at their many reflections through the parallel mirrors, “After finally hearing from you—”
“If you think I’m gon’ let you leave this bathroom tonight and go our separate ways you got another thing coming.” 
Nicole’s mouth dropped open.
“I’m serious. I haven’t seen you, heard your voice, smelled you, touched your skin, for months, Nik. I’ve been going fucking crazy wondering if you would ever talk to me.”
Erik—”
With one large hand raised he silenced her again. 
“Let me finish. Look, I know I fucked up not telling you about Arnelle and Sha. I know I have a lot of making up to do and trust me, I have some ideas in mind, baby girl.”
Erik grabbed Nicole’s chin and forced her to look at him. He could see the light reflecting in her eyes. Even the gloss of her succulent lips. She was so goddamn beautiful. He shook his head to focus and when he clenched his jaw he noticed her lips part. She was killing him softly. 
“Fuck, baby…I’m trying to be real with you right now. Why are you so fucking gorgeous?”
“I’m listening,” Nicole whispered weakly.
“That ain’t got nothing to do wit’ it. I know you’re paying attention. I haven’t been near you in so long…”
“How do you think I feel?” Nicole spoke with a tremble, “I—”
The bathroom door pushed open and Erik wrapped an arm around Nicole’s waist, pushing her inside the stall she came out of and closing the door. Her back is pressed against the door and Erik is practically standing over her with how much taller and bigger he is compared to her. They just stared at each other while the few women occupying the restroom walked in and out of stalls, cleansed their hands, and refreshed their lipstick. Nicole took her hands and with her nails she dragged them down Erik’s chest. To avoid making too much noise, Erik buried his face into her neck. 
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The pain Nicole felt in her chest and shoulders was because of her state of shock. Her breathing changed. The muscles in her abdomen constricted. Time seemed to slow down. She’s still trying to comprehend what she’s seeing and feeling. It had her so clumsy that she had to relieve herself before she soiled her panties. She doesn’t recall ever feeling this electrified by any man, not even her ex-husband. It’s unbelievable. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Nicole placed one hand on the back of Erik’s neck and the other around his tie. 
He felt like a big teddy bear against her. A smile crept up her face and she had to close her eyes to stop the tears. Words can’t describe this feeling. The sudden butterflies that flutter in the pit of her stomach has her taken aback. When he nuzzled his face against her neck she giggled softly. When the bathroom fell into silence again, Erik lifted his face to stare at her beautiful face again. He kissed a path across the bottom of her jaw and down her throat, pausing over her pulse to suckle gently. 
“Yes,” She hissed as he nipped and turned her head to give him full access. He laved over the spot like a cat marking its territory and then sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. Nicole jerked in his arms and held him tighter to her, whimpering. Erik growled then with satisfaction, a deep resonant sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. A sensual haze surrounded them and it made Nicole realize just how close she was to tearing off her clothes and letting him fuck her in that bathroom stall. Nicole came up for air and Erik reluctantly removed his lips from her sugary skin to look at her. 
 He lowered his head and Nicole elevated hers and when his lips touched hers she would have melted if his hands on her waist didn’t keep her still. Erik pushed deeply into her mouth as she forced her tongue into his. They battled, both wanting to feast on what they had denied themselves. Nicole clung to him as her head twisted to the right then the left. Each time she moved, she drove deeper inside his welcoming home. As if the sound of a timer reached their ears they separated. They stared at the swollen lips that they had denied tasting for months. Erik grunted with glossy eyes and plunged the thick muscle against hers and pulled her head to the side, giving him deep access. He took her mouth, bruising her lips and when she fought back he sucked on her tongue, growling low as he rubbed his growing erection against her. 
“E…E,” Nicole placed her hands on his face, “slow down.”
“Now you know I can’t do that, baby,” Erik breathed out harshly, “you taste so fucking good and I miss you.” 
He said that he missed her with a breathy voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He ignored her and continued to kiss her until he could feel her shivering with anticipation. Her breasts were a tantalizing offer for him the more her chest pressed against his. Nicole took charge and grabbed his handsome face. She used her thumb to rub against his full lips and then pulled his face in towards hers. Nicole kissed his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead. One of her hands is on the back of his neck, holding him, guiding him. 
She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, biting it playfully, alternating between his upper and lower lips. Erik closes his eyes and now she kisses his eyelids. The velour of his suit tickled her fingertips and when she stopped kissing him to just admire him from head to toe, Erik frowned and it was so adorable that it made Nicole giggle. 
“You need to stop teasing me, Nik.” 
Nicole reached behind her to open the stall door. She breathed out and walked over to the sink to fluff out her hair and cool off. Erik stood firmly behind her and rubbed up and down her sides, kissing along her neck and dragging his teeth across her skin. Nicole wiggled and bumped him with her booty, causing Erik to rock back on his heels. Through the mirror, Nicole could see his expansive flesh straining the front of his slacks.
“That tickles,” Nicole stared at him through her lashes, “you’re really here.” 
“Yeah. So are you.” 
Nicole was no longer tipsy from her drinks at the table. Speaking of the table…
“Shit, they’re probably wondering where I am.”
“Who?” Erik asked.
“My friends. I told them I had to go to the bathroom and it’s probably been over ten minutes.” 
Erik turned Nicole around to face him and grabbed both of her hands, bringing them to his mouth, brushing his lips against her knuckles. Nicole couldn’t look at him without smiling from ear to ear.
“I’m sorry,” Erik lilted, “I’m sorry for all that shit. For dragging you into that mess on the balcony with me and Nelle. I should have kept it cool but after everything you told me, I couldn’t look at that nigga the same. I just can’t help but think like…what if it was just me and you from the jump?”
“It’s okay, Erik. I forgive you. I’ve forgiven you for a while now actually…”
He dropped his gaze to her hands. The absence of her wedding ring made it feel more real. If only he could experience the same thing with ease. Nicole lifted his chin so he could look at her. Those puppy dog eyes made her swoon. 
“I forgive you, E. All that is in the past. Truthfully, I was afraid to speak to you. I figured moving on would be better…maybe it still is…”
Erik’s expression hardened. He didn’t like the sound of that. Not when she’s right here. 
“But we both know I can’t stay away from you…yeah?”
Nicole’s smile and the apples of her cheeks made the corners of Erik’s mouth turn up and the hairs on his arms to rise. 
“…but I can’t deny that I missed you too, and that I haven’t wanted this for some time. Even my friends knew it.”
“They know about me and you?” Erik lifted a brow.
“Oh yeah. I don’t keep anything from them.” 
“Oh word?” Erik chuckled.
“Are you mad?” Nicole asked with a curious tone.
“Nah. No. Let me meet your friends.” 
Nicole’s eyes grew wide.
“Ha…what, ma? You scared?”
“No,” Nicole tilted her head, “okay…maybe a little…”
Erik swung her arms around his waist and he pulled her into a hug. He swayed her from side to side, not wanting to let her go.
“We should get going,” Nicole said.
She grabbed Erik by the hand and led him out of the bathroom.
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“And then I told her, I said, bitch, get out of that house right now! Don’t let that man convince you otherwise!“ London spoke with a slur.
“Damn right!” The other girls shouted in unison. 
The ladies clinked glasses before finishing off their drinks. The waiter hadn’t come back so they could order their main courses and neither of them questioned what was taking Nicole so long in the bathroom. Figured it was a line to even get a chance to use it. Brooklyn and Serenity talked quietly with flirtatious touches and giggles. Gianna, Ximena, and London watched them while snickering behind their glasses. 
Ximena took one look over London’s shoulder and she could make out Nicole walking back to their table hand-in-hand with a guy that towered over her. One look at him would make you panting hot and wet. She picked up a guy this quickly on her way to the bathroom?! The closer they got, the more she could perfectly make out bulging muscles. He wore a black, silken shirt that clung to his muscled frame and tight, black slacks showing off his toned legs. He is truly, desperately handsome, and stylish. The style of his black-brown hair caught her eye as well. Tapered locs neatly side-swept.
“Looks like Nicole found herself a fine ass man on her way to the bathroom!” Ximena spoke eagerly. 
The other four women abruptly turned in their seats to see and London took in a sharp breath while Brooklyn’s mouth dropped open. They were too stunned to speak, their reactions mirroring Nicole’s. Their friend finally made it back to the table with her fingers interlocked with his, eyes darting everywhere, avoiding their gaze. The gorgeous man, however, allowed his eyes to drift over them with a slight curve of his lip. He turned a lascivious grin on Nicole and playfully nudged her with his broad shoulder. 
“Ladies…um—this is Erik–”
“We already know who he is,” London announced before Nicole could even finish.
“Not all of us,” Gianna automatically replied before reaching out to shake the sexy man’s hand, “I’m Gianna. Nice to meet you, Erik.” 
“You as well,” Erik shook her hand briefly.
“Nik? Did you know he was going to be here?” Brooklyn mouthed to her in an attempt to whisper but everyone at the table could hear her. 
“No. It—it’s just a crazy coincidence.” 
Nicole bashfully looked up at Erik before hurriedly averting her gaze again. 
“So–wait, you two know each other?” Ximena questioned while nursing a new drink in her right hand. 
“From back home, yes,” Erik peeked at Nicole, “Is it okay if I join you, ladies?”
Everyone spoke at once, announcing their acceptance, still in a state of confusion and shock to even understand what was happening. The liquor played a part in it all as well. 
Erik pulled out Nicole’s chair and pushed it in like a gentleman before taking an empty seat that Serenity happily pointed out for him. Erik made himself comfortable and removed his velour jacket, folding it neatly over the back of his chair. He brought one arm up and over Nicole’s shoulder, his eyes taking in everyone at the table with a teasing smile. London was bursting at the seams to speak. She turned her attention to Nicole for answers but her friend was too busy blushing prettily. 
Their waitress finally showed up to take their orders and all the ladies except Nicole had figured out what they wanted. She was skimming over the menu with Erik, giggling at times, nodding her head whenever he pointed at something and explained to her quietly what it was. Finally, after five long minutes, Erik ordered for the both of them and kindly handed his menu over to the waitress. 
“That was rather sweet of you, Erik,” London snarked. 
Nicole looked across at her best friend and silently begged her to chill out. 
“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t intend on intruding. You see, I hadn’t expected to see Nicole here in Dubai at all. To see her in person for the first time in months…You get where I’m going with this, right? London, Brooklyn, it’s good to see you both. I hope everything is good.” 
Brooklyn gave Erik an amused smirk, “No need to apologize. It’s good to see you too, Erik. I’ve been great, actually. You?” 
Erik snickered and looked across at Brooklyn, “Busy. That’s why I’m here in Dubai. Work.” 
“I’m Serenity, nice to meet you,” Serenity waved at Erik with a smile.
“Are there any more fine men like you on this business trip, Erik?” Ximena piped in, an amused giggle escaping her lips. 
“Uh, there are men but you ladies are too good for any of them so,” Erik licked his lips and fought off a laugh. 
“What do you do, Erik?” Gianna asked.
He’s an architect,” Nicole spoke for him while Erik finished taking a sip of her water. London gave her friend an incredulous look. 
“Ooooh! That’s so cool! I was between majors and decided to do engineering instead!” Ximena squawked.
“Still a great career with plenty of opportunities. What exactly do you do?” Erik asked. 
“Systems is my main field,” Ximema responded happily. 
“That’s dope. Not many women get into engineering so it’s always refreshing to see that.” Erik said. 
“Okay, so can I ask the question?” Serenity said with a huge grin, “How did you two meet?”
Nicole locked eyes with Erik and her round cheeks lifted with her smile, “Rooftop bar and restaurant.”
London silently chuckled behind her hand. Only her and Brooklyn knew what was really going on between them. 
“The minute I laid eyes on her she stole my breath, I mean…look at her? She’s fucking beautiful.” Erik’s eyes heated up with blatant, wild lust. 
Nicole’s eyes slid to his and she chewed on her bottom lip.
“Whew,” Ximena fanned herself, “I thought this drink was going to be the only thing to heat me up!”
All of the ladies giggled. 
Erik knew he should at least inform his group that he would not be returning tonight. But this mouth-watering, beauty sitting next to him with her enticing fragrance and whiskey-colored eyes had his full and undivided attention. With a fingertip, Nicole traced his lips, letting her lovely eyes follow the movement of her nail sliding across his mouth. 
She still couldn’t believe that he was sitting here with her at the most unexpected time. She never really  believed in the development of events beyond a person's control, but slowly she began to understand. The way his onyx eyes stared at her in amazement and desire made her stomach tighten with need. It took the strength of an army to fight the urge to kiss him then. Nicole turned away from him and Erik lightly pecked her cheek. 
“You two are SO CUTE!” Serenity said, eyes musing at them both. 
“So, I guess that means you’ll be coming with us?” Nicole questioned with a weak voice. She wanted confirmation. 
“For tonight, yes,” Erik’s brows frowned with frustration, “I have to let my team know about my plans. Where are y’all staying?”
“Atlantis Resort. It’s so nice. We have rooms with an aquarium,” Nicole said. 
“Sounds dope. I’m at the Bulgari Resort. It’s more common for business. I’d like to come wit’ you…stay the night?”
Nicole couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her face against his neck, breathing in his cologne. Even touching him sent electric shocks up her spine! She didn’t want to let go of him. He looked damn good, even better than the last time she saw him. That’s the thing with Erik, you see him once and it leaves an impression, then the next exchange is ten times greater. He’s more handsome with each occasion. It’s also the fact that he exudes BDE. 
While the ladies asked him drunk-induced questions, Nicole just looked at him with awe. She followed the movement of his plump lips when he spoke, she memorized the contour of his nose and jaw, and her eyes even strayed to his hair that she loved so much. No other man with dreads has ever made her pussy jump like Erik has. She recalls one time when he mentioned wanting to cut his hair to Shaunice. Nicole had to control her tongue, but she wanted to tell him that he looked good with them and it added to his sex appeal. She blamed it on the liquor she was drinking. 
“Nicki, you want another drink?” 
She blinked to focus, brought back to the now and out of her trance. Erik rubbed circles on her back and when her eyes lifted to his face, she could see that he wanted to laugh, probably at how hard she was staring at him. 
It’s your own fault for being this damn fine. 
“Hm?” She hummed whimsically. 
“You want another drink?” Erik questioned with a quirk of his right brow.
Nicole replied with a nod and Erik ordered for her, an unspeakable understanding between them that she was rendered speechless at the moment. 
After a short time, their food arrived and Erik simply ignored the insistent buzzing of his phone in his pocket. He didn’t drink too much but he did sample whatever he ordered Nicole. He felt possessive of her. No way was he going to let her out of his reach again. With everything going on in his life currently, he needed to keep her close. It kept him sane. While chewing on his savory food with spices and herbs, he couldn’t help but scoot her chair closer to him. A giggle floated around the table at his action and he loved to witness the elevation of Nicole’s cheekbones whenever she tried to fight off a blush. 
Don’t hide it, gorgeous.
This woman was his undoing. Thoughts of going back to her hotel to be alone with her stirred things within him he struggled to control. He could feel her relax into him while she talked with her girls, smiling and taking small sips of her drink so as not to ruin her lip gloss. He could still taste traces of that gloss on his own lips. Erik greedily swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. Not only did he feel himself grow stiff, but he also felt a warmth in his chest that reminded him of the feelings he had for her. Feeling he feared to share. 
Behind his smirk and calm eyes at that dinner table, a burst of emotion inside of him fought to get free of its caged confinement. The energy at the table filled with dazzling excitement worked to keep him in check. He really wanted to pull her close and stick his tongue down her throat. He wanted to place her in his lap and feel every inch of her body with his gluttony for her. He wanted to skip this meal and go back to her hotel to make up for lost time. But he had to be patient. Things still needed to be patched up. He’s still legally bound to Shaunice. He needs to be careful with his actions if he plans on making her his one and only. But, it’s so hard to ignore the pleasurable ache in his groin to have her all over that goddamn hotel room tonight. 
“I didn’t realize how late it is,” London said while checking the time on her phone, “Should we get desert to go?”
“I’m so stuffed from all this seafood I don’t think I can add dessert on top of it,” Ximena said while rubbing her belly.
“It’s all these drinks!” Brooklyn added. 
Nicole waved down the waiter and he arrived to clear the table. Shortly after, he returned with a check that had all the women gaping. 
“Holy shit, five hundred dollars!”
“What the fuck did we get,” A drunk Serenity said. 
“I’ll take care of it.” 
All eyes fell on the man at the table. 
“Erik, seriously?” Nicole questioned. 
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” 
Erik took the check and added his card. He closed the checkbook and slid it towards the edge of the table for the waiter to grab, “it’s the least I can do for joining you ladies on such short notice.”
Him and that charm.
A collective ‘thank you’ with glittering eyes erupted from the table. Erik replied with a boyish grin. Nicole knew he had the money to cover the bill but she felt a little put out that he did that. She hoped it wasn’t because of her. 
“E, why did you do that? I know you got the money but…we could have taken care of it,” Nicole whispered low enough for the both of them to hear, her lips almost touching his ear.
Erik turned to her, their noses barely touching, “It’s a kind gesture that I wanted to do, Nik. It’s not just because of you. I like your friends and it’s my way of saying thank you for allowing me to sit here.”
His soft voice made her shiver.
“Okay,” Nicole shrugged, “Thank you for that, E. That was really nice of you.”
“You’re welcome,” Erik sealed the compliment with a chaste kiss. 
Nicole pulled back to rub her gloss from his lips with her thumb. They locked eyes for a minute, neither one of them turning away until all the ladies started gathering their things to leave. 
“I gotta make a stop to speak to my work team first, I’ll be out right after, okay?”
Nicole nodded, “We’ll let our driver know to wait for you.” 
Erik vacated his seat first to help Nicole out of her seat. When she finally stood up, he pulled down the bottom of her dress and placed a kiss on her neck. 
“E, go,” Nicole said with a gentle push at his sturdy chest, “we’ll be outside.” 
Erik gave her a final smile, all dimples, and gums, before walking away. 
“Ooooo, looks like someone is getting D tonight!” Brooklyn spoke excitedly.
“You have some explaining to do Missy,” London said with an accusatory tone.
They carefully walked out of the restaurant into the cool evening, spotting their hotel transportation. The driver noticed them coming and opened the automatic doors with a push of a button. Gianna trotted around to the driver’s side in her heels to inform the driver of one more guest that will be accompanying them. Serenity and Brooklyn climbed inside first, hand in hand, and then Ximena joined them. 
“You had no idea that he would be here?” 
Nicole gave London a flat look, “No. I was walking to the bathroom and we passed each other. Something told me to turn around and that’s when I noticed him.”
“That’s so wild,” London shook her head, “He’s so head over heels for you, Nicki.” 
“I know,” Nicole exhaled with a shaky breath, “It’s so scary.” 
“The way he looks at you?” London asked.
“His look, his energy…”
“Girl, you have a lot on your plate!” London shouted.
“I’m sorry. I saw how annoyed you looked at the table. I know this is supposed to be a girls trip.” 
London shook her head with a roll of her eyes, “Initially I was a bit vexed but you two hadn’t seen each other in months and I know how much you care about him and seeing the way he looked at you tonight made my heart swell. I’m good, plus, who’s to say I won’t be sleeping with a fine man on this trip?! If Brooklyn, Serenity, and you can get some, why can’t I?”
Nicole cackled at her best friend. 
“Here he comes, he’s so big!” London jokingly said.
“Shut up.” Nicole teased. 
Erik approached them with his suit jacket in hand, more than ready to join them for the evening. 
“All set. Ready to roll?” He asked. 
Nicole grabbed his hand, “Hell yes.” 
London entered the van and then Erik helped Nicole inside before he joined her, the doors sliding closed and the hotel driver taking off.
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They arrived at the iconic entertainment destination set on 114 acres of the iconic Palm Island. The ladies filed-out of the resort van and through the lobby doors, stumbling in five-inch heels and laughing. Nicole is hand-in-hand with Erik, shaking her head at her friends, feeling her own drink but full of nerves more than anything at the moment. Erik watched her with keen eyes, uncaring of her friends' wild antics. All he cared about was Nicole. His calloused hand possessively holding hers, squeezing to gain her attention so he could smile handsomely at her, had her stomach doing somersaults. 
“Stop looking at me like that, E,” Nicole said with a soft spoken voice. 
Any other time, she would be able to meet his gaze head-on. She wanted to hide her face against his neck. Erik leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss on Nicole’s hair. They finally made it to the elevators, Gianna waving at them to hurry before the doors closed. Erik pulled Nicole in front of him to enter the elevator first. The doors closed and her friends watched as Erik bent forward and started peppering light, ticklish kisses along her neck and exposed shoulder while his hands encased her waist. The ladies watched with thunderstruck expressions, Brooklyn unable to contain herself when she reached for her phone to snap a few candid photos. 
“We already know what she’s getting into tonight!” Serenity shouted.
Everyone, including Erik, laughed boisterously. 
“Shut up, y’all!” Nicole giggled.
The private elevators finally stopped and Erik and Nicole were the first to exit. London decided to join Gianna and Ximena for the evening to give Erik and Nicole some space. When they entered their underwater suite, Erik’s eyes lit up with astonishment at the immense floor-to-ceiling windows into the massive aquarium. The suite has an upstairs and downstairs, each room a private area of two bedrooms each for the ladies. Erik stood before the gigantic aquarium, the blue hue of the water cloaking his body. Nicole took a seat on a plush sofa to remove her shoes, watching Erik with his hands in his pockets. 
When the coast was finally clear, Nicole walked over to him, leaning her left shoulder against the glass, her mocha skin shimmering with the body glow she wore. Erik felt her presence and cut his eyes at her, the shining black orbs holding so much emotion there. Lust. Admiration. Adoration. Happiness. Possibly something deeper. It was exciting and thrilling but also scary. After all, trusting someone with your heart is no simple task. What if it gets broken? If you're afraid of opening your heart, it may even stem from deeper fears of vulnerability, getting hurt, abandonment, or failure. 
“What’s on your mind?” Nicole questioned cautiously. 
Erik followed a pool of tropical fish with his eyes before exhaling slowly. 
“How crazy it is to be with you right now. How much I’ve missed you. I beat myself up for months after Cabo. I fucked up by not telling you straight up about Arnelle and Sha. You were probably disgusted wit’ me for how I handled things.”
“I…,” Nicole licked her glossy lips, “I was angry, yes. I felt like…you not telling me…meant that you were trying to use that against me. I know it sounds crazy. I was just so mad at everybody that night. Mainly at myself to be honest,” Nicole traced the veins on Erik’s hand with interest, “I—for a while, I’ve been having doubts about Arnelle and me. I suspected he was messing around on me before Cabo and I didn’t press it. If I would have, then maybe…”
Nicole trailed off. She closed her eyes for a second before shaking her head. Erik faced her, concern embedded in his features. Nicole finally looked up at him and when she saw the worry crease in his brow, she used her thumb to smooth out the wrinkle between his brows. Erik grabbed her hand and kissed it, then he pressed his nose against her knuckles and inhaled her succulent fragrance. 
Nicole smiles, “You know what’s so crazy?”
Erik chuckled, “What, Nik?”
“You’re making me nervous.” She announced.
“You? Nervous? Around me?” 
“Wild, isn’t it?”
Erik smirks, “Nah…you were scary as hell back in Cabo. No shock, baby girl.” 
Nicole pushed him playfully and Erik caught her hands in a firm grip, pulling her towards him and licking the side of her face with one long swipe of his tantalizing tongue. 
Nicole blushes before licking her lips to speak, “I mean…that all changed though. I was bouncing on that dick not too long after,” Nicole dragged out with a sultry voice. 
Erik pressed his face against her neck, “Oh, I ain’t forget how much of a true rider you are.” He whispered. 
The deep rumble of his chest has Nicole’s legs feeling like jello. 
Erik took in the view of her while leaning against the aquarium, his eyes traveling from her beautiful legs all the way up to her braided hair styled in a low bun. She must have felt his eyes on her because she looked up at him through her lashes, the water reflecting off of her beautiful face. Erik stepped closer, hands in his pockets and as he approached her, he thought about the two of them finally being intimate again, his hands wrapped around her braids. Nicole stared at him, one eyebrow slightly raised, her hands pressed against the glass.
“We don’t have to have sex tonight, Nik,” Erik drawled out in his deep voice.
Nicole nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip seductively and Erik’s eyes watched with interest.
“Then we would both be lying to ourselves, yeah?”
“...yes,” Erik admitted, tracing Nicole’s jaw with his knuckles.
Nicole leaned into Erik’s touch, “I want nothing more, than to have you inside of me, Erik…your mouth and hands all over my body…I’ve gone on too long trying to hide what I really want…”
Erik was about to speak but Nicole sealed her lips with his. With a growl, Erik lifted Nicole and she wrapped her meaty thighs around his waist. Her back rested against the aquarium, body trembling in anticipation as he held her in his strong arms. Erik held her tightly, Nicole’s arms circling his neck, unable to control her shivering. Erik’s hands slid up and down her spine, pressing her close and feeling her warmth. He broke the searing kiss and dragged his lips across to kiss her cheek, then back to her lips. Nicole kissed him back, hard and passionately. Erik could feel the stiffness of her nipples press into his chest as he held her tighter. He sucked on her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth, then on her upper lip. She sucked his plump lower lip into her mouth and dragged her teeth across it as she release it. Their fevered kissing goes on like this for a few more moments.
"Here, let me see, baby," he crooned, gently guiding her neck to his mouth and placing kisses and licks upon the throbbing pulse in her neck. 
"That's dangerous, you know," she admonished, pulling away. "Kissing on my neck like that.” 
He arched an eyebrow at her. "You remember who you talkin’ to?" he teasingly countered. "But it's too late for you now," Wiggling her on his clothed erection, he grinned. "I like it dangerous, Nik."
Nicole laughed prettily. "That's one way to look at It I suppose." Playfully, she whipped him on the arm. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Keeping her arms about him, he palmed her ass. 
Erik’s eyes lit up with smoldering, unabashed lust. 
"Have something in mind already?" He rather naughtily asked, his voice lowering into that register of husky that did things to Nicole’s sanity.
“I plan on making that dick cum more than once tonight,” Nicole whispered. 
Erik carried Nicole over to one of the plush sofas to lay her down. 
"Yeah?”  he replied, Nicole’s arms dropping from around his neck. Erik loomed over her, “I like the idea of you on your knees between my legs…that beautiful ass in the air…my dick in your mouth while you look up at me...I’m going wild in that pussy too. Wanna see what you did to me, baby?"
Erik didn’t have to grab her hand, Nicole was already halfway there, her eyes unblinking and watching his reaction. Erik was still positioned above her, half-lidded eyes fringed with lashes never looking away. Her fingers cupped his bulge and Erik’s eyes rolled shut. He dropped his forehead to her cheek, hips thrusting into her hand desperately. Nicole squeezed him between her index and thumb, memorizing the shape of his girth down to the swollen head that was warm to the touch. 
“Too much pressure?" She asked, her mouth going dry and nipples hardening. 
Erik moaned, and the sound shot straight to Nicole’s already-throbbing clit, "Oooh," he sighed. "Your hand is so soft, Nik... Don't stop touching daddy like that.” 
Tugging his iron hard bulge taut to get a reaction from him again, Erik jerked and groaned in pleasure. He lifted his handsome face to watch her stroke him. His pink tongue peeked out to wet his lips as his breathing increased, eyes dark and sultry. "Yesss," he hissed, closing his eyes and relaxing into her hand, holding himself up on his hands. Nicole spread her legs for him and Erik didn’t hesitate having his way with her. He stroked her fat pussy lips through her lace panties, lost for words at how soaked she is. 
“Your pussy is always so fuckin’ wet, Nik. And so fuckin’ fat and soft.” 
“I love that you love my pussy so much,” Nicole giggles, “And your dick is big and tasty.” 
Erik circled Nicole’s clit from her nasty words. 
“You’re such a freak,” Erik smirked, “I should make this pussy cum all in your panties for talkin’ like that. Keep talkin’ like that and watch what I make this pussy do for me.” 
Nicole’s mewling has Erik’s sack twitching. He used his thighs to open her legs more so he could watch. He kept her pussy covered and admired the way the glistening edges of her pussy lips almost swallowed the crotch of her panties like a sandwich. Her hand on his crotch stalled when Erik created a sensual rhythm on her clit that had her moaning and begging for more. 
"That's it, baby," he coaxed her legs further with gentle hands under her calves, bending her knees up and out, opening her wide for him. "Let me make you feel good." 
He could watch her come undone 24/7. He couldn’t contain the way his heart thrummed against his chest wall. She was his undoing. This beautiful, amazing woman. 
I love you. 
“You like the way daddy stroke this pussy?” He asked, so freaking turned on by her lying here, completely at his mercy with her legs wide open. 
She arched her neck. "I love it," she whispered, her cheeks and neck covered with sweat from her obvious arousal. Between her legs, she was very damp. Almost puddle-like.
"It feels so good. Don’t stop.” She said. 
With a precise swipe of his thumb, he had her arching her spine off the sofa, saying his name. Her hands gripped the arm of the sofa with a firm grip. 
“You miss this?” Erik questioned. 
“Daddy, yes,” Nicole moaned.
“Who made this pussy wet?”
“You,” Nicole whispered. 
“Beg me…” Erik spoke huskily as his thumb roves over her clit; he wanted to suck it in his mouth. 
“Daddy, keep making my pussy wet…I want more.” She begged. 
Dropping to his knees, he bent between her open thighs and watched how his strokes affected her. Erik had to see that pussy again. There was no way he could continue torturing himself. When he peeled her lace panties to the side, he was greeted with a delicious, slippery ooze that connected to the crotch of her panties. He cursed when his eyes feasted upon her beautiful pussy again. It gave him the same rush like the first time. Her seated across from him, playing in her pussy. 
The skin of her rosy labia darkened as blood rushed to the spot from his insistent stimulation, and glistening fluid leaked out of her opening to run down her slit. Capturing some on his tongue, he licked upwards through her seam, causing her to loudly exclaim her pleasure. She was too sweet, too tempting… He flicked her clit; up, down, side-to-side, pulling on it delicately with his lips, stretching it upwards and out with his fingers, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue. Again and again, he teased her this way, while his free hand reached desperately to undo his clothing, quickly shrugging it off.
He needed to be inside of her. Now. 
“Fuck!” Nicole pulled the front of her dress to the sides and freed her breasts.
She found the base of Erik’s head, her own thrust back against the arm of the couch. His tongue is hot and wild all over her pussy. She loved it when his lips introduced themselves to her clit and inner folds, sucking and kissing every crevice he could reach. 
Bare-chested, shirt open,  his pants popped and unzipped, he freed himself into his palm and began stroking, even as he suckled hard on her erect bud, wanting to quickly bring her to climax. He reached up to cup her left breast with his free hand, pulling her nipple at the same time as he sucked her clit, and her hips bucked against him. She was positively soaking under his lips and chin now, her little breathy cries crescendoing as she quickly approached the edge.
“Erik…Erik…shit…I’m gonna cum for you!” Nicole cried. 
The moment she came, he rose up, knelt on the couch grabbed her waist and slammed himself inside her silken, sodden pussy. 
"Oh, shit! Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight!"
“Erik!” Nicole exclaimed. She was caught off guard with the introduction of hard, fat dick. 
 He fucked hard, going deep, "I love how your pussy feels squeezing me…keep gripping this dick," he commanded, riding her good, his hips shuttling fast from the start. "I miss this…I miss this so much…I want you creaming on my dick again."
Nicole couldn’t believe how hard Erik fucked her. He couldn’t control himself long enough to make it to the bed. He folded her up on that couch and dropped all ten inches of daddy dick deep in her wet tightness like a piston. This was pent up sexual frustration and an inability to contain his addiction. He wanted it passionately with her, but the taste, feel, and sight of her spread open for him made him lose his damn mind. The walls of her pussy hugged his dick perfectly. What he wanted to say was how much he fucking loved her. 
“Ohmygodddd ohmygoddddd!” Nicole cried out. 
He was really hitting different. It was so much pressure she was sure to squirt. The dick was knocking on her walls for a squirt in return. 
“Erik…fuck, Erik, daddy, slow down…you’re gonna make me mess up the sofa…shit…feels so good…ERIK! FUCK ERIK! FUCK!” 
Nicole convulsed beneath Erik and a loud groan flowed from her mouth. Erik’s hips collided with Nicole’s one final time and when he felt her thighs quake around his waist and the wetness from her release he leaned in, grabbed her by her jaw, and tongued her down. He denied himself a release to feel her cum on his dick again. The feeling alone almost ruined him. 
“I’m not sorry,” Erik spoke in a hushed tone, “You don’t understand the hold you have on me, Nicole…”
Erik couldn’t remember the last time he ever wanted a woman as bad as Nicole and that thought frustrated him. He thought he’d found that in Shaunice, but all this time he was looking in all the wrong places. Erik shut those thoughts from his mind and retracted his hips, leaving the warm, silky cavern between her legs. 
“I need a minute,” Nicole tried closing her thighs but they ached so bad, “I need a massage before we go another round.” 
“I’ll carry you, don’t worry.”
“Erik I’m too heavy—”
Erik scooped up Nicole from the sofa and carried her bridal style out of the lounge area of the underwater suite. Nicole guided him to her room; the double doors of her room. His slacks dragged beneath his heels and almost fell to his ankles since he didn’t fix himself. Erik opened her doors and walked with her still in his arms, the dreamy aquarium views with thousands of marine animals setting the tranquil, romantic ambience. 
Erik placed Nicole on her feet and she began to undress. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and made himself comfortable behind her, stroking her back. Hot teeth and lips nipped small bites and kisses along her shoulder and down her back as he bent to follow her spine, until he was forced to kneel to reach the sway of her juicy bottom. Erik traced his hands up and down her legs, even while placing nipping kisses upon her waist and hips, her fleshy butt, the backs of her knees. It was done so lovingly, so assuredly that Nicole felt her heart break all over again.
Erik was a man she needed. It’s so scary how much she realized that, even when she was still married to Arnelle. The more his tender kisses peppered her skin, the more she thought about what life would have been like if she were married to Erik. Nicole blinked back tears and tried to focus on the sensations Erik was giving her. She wasn’t angry with him for thrusting inside of her so suddenly. She’d probably have done the same thing. Turned him on his back and climbed on top of him. It still gave her butterflies to witness how anxious and unrestrained he was to be connected with her that way again. 
Crawling around to the front, Erik wetly laved over her hip bones, following the dip downward into the vee of her thighs, his hands smoothing over every inch of skin within easy reach. When his tongue naughtily dipped and licked straight through the center of her pussy, Nicole gave an inarticulate cry of pleasure. Running her fingers through his soft locs, she held his mouth in place as he carefully rasped across her clit with his teeth, her insides fluttering with renewed arousal. She hadn't been at all prepared to be swept away quite so thoroughly nor so quickly by reawakening desire, but in less than a heartbeat, she'd lathered his mouth and chin with her essence.
Feasting upon her with a beauty that made her control slip away entirely, Erik spent long moments attentively sweeping and suckling upon each plum-colored lip, kissing her quivering flesh with tenderness. His tongue lowered, rimmed the pink, oval opening of her sex and sunk deep inside, fucking the clenching depths of her slit with slow, insistent thrusts. His thumb began to stroke in circles around her swelling, fleshy clit even as the devilish tip of his tongue found that little sensitive spot on the upper inside of her pussy and began stroking over it with deliberate pressure. The simultaneous stimulation proved too much. A whimper escaped her panting mouth as she tightened all of her lower muscles reaching for her ruin, and a moment later, she was tumbling headlong into ecstasy, devastated by him once again.
Heart beating so fiercely that her temples ached from the pressure, Nicole dropped down into Erik’s arms, as he gathered her up and slid her onto his lap. They stayed like that, unmoving, holding onto each other, finding momentary respite in each other's embrace.
After long minutes, Erik sighed and, using his fine, honed strength, he got them to their feet. Lifting her weight easily in his arms, he carried her bridal-style to the bed, where he laid her down with care. They took time to assess each other in silence, relying to find and uproot all unspoken nuances behind their guarded expressions. It was once said that what was written in the face – in every line and curve and the amount of light contained in the meeting gaze - tells you a person's most intimate story. 
With gentle hands, Erik turned Nicole onto her stomach. Warm, calloused hands smoothed across her shoulders a beat later, massaging gently. The tension in her body melted away in an instant, and her breath returned to its normal paces. The rush of blood in her ears receded, and she lay pliant under him, giving herself over to his tenderness, forcing her muscles to relax. He glided over her back, clearly familiar with the technique of a good rub. His thumbs rubbed up and down her neck, working out her tension, they manipulated her shoulders and arms, kneading under the shoulder blades and loosening knots, they followed the curve of her spine down to her hips, where they discovered unexpected stress.
Sliding between her legs, he parted them further, and concentrated on her thighs, calves and feet, driving away all tightness. That task done, he slid back up her body. His breathing intensified as he neared her still-moist sex and paused, his thumbs resting right in the dip, a hairsbreadth away from parting her folds. He seemed to be struggling with inner demons as he lingered, suspended between actions.
Unable to guess his mood just then, Nicole stayed perfectly still, waiting on his decision, unsure what was the best course at that moment. One of his hands lifted off her thigh. In the next moment, a finger softly swiped against her opening. She turned her head into the bed sheet and moaned. He repeated the action and she shuddered, feeling her walls tighten and her body prepare for her second sexual initiation.
As if reading her thoughts, Erik’s knees wedged in closer, forcing her legs to widen, shifting her center of gravity. His hands gripped her hips, tilted them up, forcing her backside to fit tightly to the hard jut of his solid length. He pulled back, aligning the head of his dick perfectly, and with a single, deep thrust was sheathed within her to the hilt. She gasped at the sensation of being filled by him again; he stretched her out, bumped against her cervix, and filled her up until she rode that thin line of pleasure-pain.
As slowly as he had with his tongue, he thoroughly claimed her, careful not to bruise or to cause her discomfort as he surged into her depths, angling his stance to provide maximum stimulation for them both. The chorus of her gasps evolved into shallow, mewling wails as he raised her hips higher, changing the angle so he could stroke her, teasingly massaging her engorged, swollen clit in circles. His hips pumped continuously through the lush heart of her, the rhythm increasing in fervor as her sumptuous arousal bathed her thighs and the curls of his pubic hair, making them both sticky. 
“You’re so, fucking wet, baby. And the way you look right now with my dick deep inside of you…”
Need swelled, expanded to encompass her whole being. Nicole squeezed her eyelids shut and threw herself into the great wave of pleasure. Lifting her face to the ceiling, she bowed her back and screamed in bliss. Behind her, Erik’s efforts increased, his pelvis ramming against her as he took her hard, desperate.
“You make me go so crazy in this pussy, baby,” Erik said huskily, “That's it, Nik. Fuck me back. Fuck me, girl. Throw that shit back on me."
Nicole raised up on her hands and thrust back against Erik, clapping sounds louder, "Yes, oh God, yes!" she screamed as her orgasm rushed through her like a gale-force hurricane. Whipping ribbons of pleasure stung her and brought bliss such as she'd never known. Her body hummed and pulsed with it, shivered and surrendered to it.
Gripping her hips hard, Erik placed one hand around the front of her neck, and another on her waist, and crashed into her over and over; they collided with loud slaps of wet flesh.
“You never run from this dick, Nik, I love that shit. You take all this dick so well,” Erik praised her between strokes.
“Because this is my dick…this your pussy?” 
Erik groaned loudly, slapping Nicole’s ass.
 Nicole threw it back on Erik aggressively, “I can’t hear you, daddy…is this your pussy or not?”
“Yeah, this my fuckin’ pussy,” Erik finally answered but with a shutter. 
“I got you ready to bust in this pussy, daddy?” 
Erik popped her on the ass again, much harder than before. Nicole moaned for him and bounced her cheeks. 
“You ain’t have this pussy in months. You better fuck me all over this room like it’s your last time ever having this pussy, okay?” Nicole commanded with a sultry voice and a bite of her lip. 
Erik threw his head back and mouthed ‘fuck’ to the high ceiling, the length of his throat looking appetizing. 
“Cum inside of me…remind me of how good it feels to have your cum deep in me…Unh, fuck! Erik!”
A dozen passes and with a pained groan and a blast of hot air across her back, Erik came in her, his hips bucking against hers with each jet of his seed. He roared in completion and triumph. Collapsing against her as his release washed over him, Erik pressed his sweaty forehead against her back.
 "Love you… love you, my girl," he murmured between labored breaths. Against her back , his heartbeat raced. "Mine, all mine. Not… not letting you… go. Stay… with me. Always, always."
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Hot, sticky, and greatly over-stimulated, it took Nicole three tries before she could make herself disentangle from Erik’s sweaty, slick body. Somehow, they'd ended up switching positions again, so that they'd continue this time with her on top. She finally looked down at him, searching his eyes for an explanation. Her chest tightened with anxiety as she played back in her mind what Erik had just told her. 
She didn’t even think he fully registered what was said. He’s panting, locs tousled and resting against his forehead like a messy bang, skin heated and damp from their sweat. His eyes are closed and lips parted, the slightest shimmer from his gold slugs peeking through. His dick is semi hard and pressed between her folds, pulsating like his heartbeat. 
“Erik…did—did you just say that you love me?”
Nicole stared at him for long moments, memorizing the angles and curves of his face, neck and the bit of his torso that peeked. He really was a handsome devil, wasn't he?
 "Erik?"
The way he tilted his head and carefully arranged his features told her that this was unexpected and not meant to be said out loud. 
“Yes, I do love you, Nik.” He finally said.
Nicole forced her gaze to meet him again without tearing up. Inside her chest, her heart skipped two beats. 
Erik continued with a piercing stare, “I’ve always loved you…more than a friend…more than I should have.”
He was waiting for her to say something, and the moment felt thick with tension. Her neck cricked with it.
"Since before Cabo?" she finally managed, forcing her gaze to meet his again.
Her lover's dark, obsidian eyes didn't flinch as he slowly nodded.
"S–seriously?"
Another careful nod.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she wet her lips with a quick swipe of her tongue and stared off to the side. 
Nicole’s blood pounded in her temples, "I love you too.”
“…But?” Erik questioned, looked away, his face tightening up in discomfort. 
“There is no but,” Nicole spoke quickly to reassure him, “I just…I’m…this is all so much at once.” 
Nicole blinked away tears, forcing them down. Erik lifted into a seated position and caressed Nicole’s bare back, his lips kissing along her neck. She sniffled against his shoulder. Both hands on each side of her face, he forced her to look at him. He placed his forehead to hers and stared at her with all sincerity. 
"I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you, Nik. After getting to know you, I hated seeing you with Arnelle. I never acted on anything before because I didn’t want to step outside of my marriage…thinking it was just some stupid, fucking infatuation towards you. I could only hope that if you feel it stirring too, you would want me the same way.  Anywhere, any time, I could give you what you need. When we were alone in Cabo, I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I wanted you so bad, Nik. I didn’t want Arnelle and Sha to show up. I wanted you to myself in Cabo. And the time apart made me realize all of that.”
Nicole allowed his confession to wash over her body. She couldn’t believe his words. All this time? Nicole thought back to her therapy sessions and how much she would beat herself up for having feelings for Erik. Just like him, she wouldn’t allow herself to admit how deeply she felt for him. Beneath all of the back and forth between them, there were feelings brewing. 
“I felt so…so dirty thinking the things I thought about you, E. I had so much shit going on, the miscarriage, my PCOS, Arnelle cheating, how I wanted my marriage to work no matter what because I wanted someone more than anything. How I hated myself for not being able to give Arnelle what he wanted—a family. And all this time, you were right fucking there,” Nicole’s bottom lip quivered and it became harder to speak, “Why didn’t I meet you before? Why couldn’t I have run into you and married you? This is all so crazy but–but these were my thoughts! We’re no better than Arnelle and Sha—”
Erik shook his head quite firmly. "We’re nothing like them, you hear me? I won't let you sit here and blame yourself and ridicule yourself over something that wasn’t your fault,”  Erik held her tightly to him again,  "You're my girl. No one else will ever touch you or hurt you again. I'll kill anyone who tries, baby. Arnelle was still in love with Sha after all these fucking years and…baby, forget that, shit. You’re here with me, right now, and I love you. I mean what I say, Nik.”
“Nicole wiped her tears, “I love you too. I love you and I feel so relieved saying it. E, I tried so hard to forget you. I even jumped into another relationship to try and get over you.”
Nicole leaned back to watched his body language carefully, paying particular attention to the tightness around his eyes as he spoke, "You we’re seeing someone else?”
Nicole sighed, unable to meet his gaze, “Yeah…his name is Andre.”
His blazing onyx eyes turned soft and he shook his head, “I have no reason to be jealous.”
“You’re right. Because, I only want you, E.”
Nicole decided to shift things back to intimacy.
"Do you believe me when I tell you that I find you to be the most desirable man that I have ever known?" she asked, locking her gaze onto his and forcing him not to look away with the power of suggestion. 
Erik’s features transformed from a set, jealous curiosity to a sincere, excitable eagerness, the moment Nicole reached between her meaty thighs to grab Erik’s shaft in her hand. She positioned herself lower so that she could lean forward and wrap her lips around his big dick. 
Erik once again couldn’t believe how good of a dick sucker Nicole is. All jaws, no teeth, lots of tongue, extra sloppy, and straight-up nasty. He tried to bite back the loudest groan but when she took him all the way down her throat Erik—uninhibited and loud, moaned. He watched her with a defeated look as she lowered her mouth over and over on his girth like the back of her throat was a bottomless pit. 
“I love you so fuckin’ much, Nik,” Erik spoke huskily, “You’re the one, baby, always been that girl.”
Nicole released her suction on his dick with an audible pop and teased him with light strokes of her tongue, “I know, because only I can make this dick cum the way I do, baby. Only I can make you feel the way you do.”  
There is no pause, she just keeps going and going. She’s committed to the sloppy top and Erik loves that commitment and spit everywhere. He wouldn’t even have to tell her, Nicole would take that dick and suck it, always going hard on the dick. She accepted the challenge of taking him all into her mouth and even between gags she still kept going. 
“So sexy…you’re so sexy…oh, fuck, you got my dick so fuckin’ stiff right now.”
Nicole hummed and purposefully made the knob of his dick hit her uvula so she could administer more spit to the task. Erik’s eyes slightly crossed and his abs flexed with each stroke. He was going to lose it. He was going to bust an enormous load down her throat. 
“I wanna fuck your mouth but you’re doing so well…should I keep still and let you eat daddy’s dick up?”
Nicole whimpered in response. 
His teeth leisurely dragged across his bottom lip as a slow ‘fuck’ flowed from his mouth. It was music to her ears. A definite pussy wetter. She wanted to hear him say it again and again. She gently tugged on his sack and gave it her all, spit flying and getting all over the sheets. She drew back and spat on his dick, Erik moaning softly. The rigidity of his dick down to the tightness of his balls received pleasure. He couldn’t go on like this and not feel that pussy. He needed that pussy. 
“Get back on this dick, Nik…nah, I’m talking ‘bout that pussy…you see what you did? Huh? You wet my fuckin’ dick up. I wanna feel that creamy pussy wrapped around me…uh-huh…get your thick, beautiful ass up here…”
Nicole lifted herself up and lowered down onto him. Speedily, she started to bounce on him while propping herself up on his chest. Erik's arms splayed out. She found a comfortable position on her feet and brought her hands to her knees, continuing to ride him, dropping all her weight down on him. Erik frowned his face in ecstasy and Nicole could watch him make that face all night and she intended to. 
“Ain’t no way you riding my dick like this,” He couldn’t believe it, “no hands baby?”
“All for you,” Nicole spoke, slightly out of breath but her stamina was on a whole other level, “Didn’t I tell you this was my dick?”
“This your dick you better stay seated when I cum too I’m blasting all this nut deep in you!” Erik spoke through clenched teeth. 
She was too creamy and tight. 
“Mmm…fuck…oh, fuck…yeah, baby…mmm…yeah, baby, take that fuckin’ dick…it’s so fuckin’ deep inside you baby…”
Nicole’s breasts swayed and circled seductively in Erik’s face, and every time she came down on his dick, Erik could see her cheeks smack against his thighs. Erik strokes her nipples and slapped her titties around, mouth-watering at the visual of all her curves. She stared straight into his eyes, never looking away, mouth hanging open, and tiny gasps filled Erik’s ears.
“Take that dick…take that fuckin’ dick, bitch.” Erik spoke deeply with lust. 
It always did something to Nicole when Erik called her a bitch. It was his accent and the gruff way he said it. Like he was commanding her. 
“Take that shit…you’re my nasty little slut, baby? You’re my nasty little dick riding slut? Huh?”
Erik cuffed Nicole’s left ass cheek and then thwacked her aggressively. She rode him harder, the dick hitting her pussy so good that she squirted in his lap. Her body trembled and her feet gave out. She fell to her knees over Erik’s body and continued to convulse. 
“All that work to make this fat, wet pussy, cum all over this dick,” Erik grabbed Nicole by the back of her neck and smashed his lips into hers. They tongued each other down, Nicole moaning into Erik’s mouth while his hands massaged all over her back to her ass. 
“You’re so fuckin’ wet on this dick, baby,” Erik whispered, “you know I’m not finished with you, right? I still gotta fuck you some more…”
“Remember when I told you that you can’t fall in love with me?” Nicole raised her hips, Erik’s dick still as hard as a missile. Nicole positioned herself reverse cowgirl and pressed her pussy on his face. She held his aching, hard dick in a tight, feminine fist. Fuck, her grip felt good! Watching between their bodies, Erik caught the whole show as she lowered her mouth onto him, stretching her glossy lips around his head and sinking low, taking him down her throat in one glorious motion.
“Yeah…I remember,” Erik ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, tasting the sweet release from her entrance, and placing kisses on her pussy lips, “And I’ll say it again, I love you, Nik.” 
She licked away her creamy release from his length and lifted off of his face. Erik met her halfway and both of them flicked tongues. They did it slowly, savoring each other’s taste. Erik took it up a notch and sucked the tip of her pink tongue into his mouth. Nicole would nibble on his fleshy bottom lip, loving how soft it is. Very quickly, they were both ready for more. 
“Turn around…you know how I want you,” Erik said with a hushed tone. 
Nicole arched her back with her ass pointed in the air. She looked back at him and wiggled her hips, each cheek having a mind of its own as it bounced. Erik's eyes trailed from her big, melanated booty down to her sultry eyes. The deep blue hue of the room from the aquarium made her body look a thousand times better. Mocha skin glistening and reflections from the water surface on her gorgeous face. 
“You know this position you’re in right now is my favorite, right?” Erik said while caressing her ass.
Nicole slowly nodded her head while biting on her finger in a flirty manner. 
“But you gotta arch deeper than that so I can stand in the pussy, baby,” Erik climbed off the bed and stood behind Nicole. She moved in front of him and bowed her back more, arms straight in front of her and palms flat on the bed. Her legs opened further and Erik could see nothing but pink pussy waiting for him. 
“Open those legs wide for me…oh, yeah,” Erik tapped the tip of his dick on her clit, “I’m a fuck this tight Lil’ pussy all over this room…and when we get back to LA…”
Erik went in slow from the back. It's so solid and her wetness is just coating him. it all just feels so good and for Nicole it felt like the first time all over again. He went slow and steady, each time he sank deep he would press down hard so she could feel it in her stomach. Nicole closed her eyes and moaned softly into the sheets. Erik breathed harshly through his flared nostrils. 
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby?” He spoke with a whisper, one hand on Nicole’s hip, making her grind her pussy back and forth on his dick. Her wet pussy started making noises and Erik’s eyes closed, his hearing more alert now so he could catch every single squelching, moist sound her dripping inner folds created. 
Nasty, baby, so nasty,” He bites his lip, unable to control his hips as they start thrusting up, back and forth, matching her movements, “Let daddy dig baby, let me push deep in my pussy, baby. Let me remind you that this is my pussy.”
Erik propelled his dick as deep as he could go, Nicole’s gasps of utter surprise making him go harder. She fisted the sheets and smashed her face into the mattress, the fabric giving her hard nipples the right amount of friction. No amount of water surrounding them could create the tidal wave that was Nicole’s ass rocking off of Erik’s sturdy hips. 
“You gon’ get all this dick and nut…and no I’m not fucking stopping...if I gotta fuck you all night I will... you deserve every inch for having a pussy like that between your thighs.” Erik said between groans. 
“Daddy,” Nicole looks back to catch Erik’s eyes and found another use for her hands. Holding those cheeks open. Her inner thighs were shaking out of control but Erik never lets up, his hands keeping her hips still in that position, his hips knocking into her ass and the back of her thighs. 
“Ohhhh….shhhhhha…fuuuck….mmmmahhh…fucckkk…that nut is right there…”
“Yes!” Nicole screamed as her orgasm rushed through her. 
“My dick is deep in this pussy,” Erik uses the thick flesh of Nicole’s ass to pull her pussy all the way up to the tip of his dick before slowly bringing her back down to the base, “Come on, ma, arch that ass and take this dick…I’ve been waiting to get back in this pussy…don’t hold out on me baby…don’t hold out on me.”
Nicole sat up on her hands to try to relieve the pressure of Erik’s dick sinking deeper inside of her. Braids in her face and eyes filled with unshed tears, no matter how much she tried to back off that long dick, Erik was right there with her, giving his all in each gut busting stroke. 
“You like when daddy make your lil’ pussy creamy, hmm?” Whack whack, “I asked you a question, Nik. Pussy is so wet and good, baby.”
“Yes! Fuck yes,” Nicole cried out, “Daddy, I’m so sensitive.”
“Cum on this dick…cum on this dick.” 
She released another flood on his dick and Erik vacated her pussy. Nicole rolled over onto her back to look up at him through glossy eyes. Erik stood between her wide legs, two hands stroking over his long, thick dick in a twisted motion. Her eyes fell to his hefty sack swinging between his muscular thighs so inviting. 
“Bring that dick back over here,” She brought her legs back so her knees could touch her ears, “I want you to finish in my pussy, daddy.” 
Erik was back inside, both of them sighing with pleasure. No talking, just completely in the zone, Erik held Nicole’s thighs back, face neutral minus the constant fluttering of his eyelids. He watched every single emotion on Nicole’s face like a movie. Dreads hanging, sweat dripping from his forehead, and tongue constantly licking his lips, Erik looked even sexier to her in that moment than ever before. He looked this way because of her. Because of how good she made him feel. Because of how much he loved her. 
Nicole sobbed tears of pleasure, “Daddy please don’t stop fucking me,” Nicole spoke beneath him, a breath leaving her body unevenly with each downward Pump, “even when I make daddy’s dick cum, don’t stop. Don’t stop giving me that dick, daddy. I want you inside me forever. Please, please, please, stay inside of me. Oh…fuck! Don’t stop fucking me—”
Erik, up on his hands, body looking magnificent, hips slowly grinding all that good dick inside of her, he bent forward and took Nicole’s nipples into his mouth. He hummed with a jagged breath as his lips and tongue tasted her breasts. The sensation made everything ultra sensitive. Somehow, her legs ended up over his shoulders. Nicole welcomed the deeper thrust of his girth and even squirted just for him again. 
“We both needed this, didn’t we?” Erik whispered between licks and sucks, “I needed to show you just how much I love you, baby…”
Erik took in a sharp breath between his teeth. He was so close. Nicole rubbed along his chest and abs, held his lingering gaze and not once did she move away from the increased frenzy of his strokes. 
“Cum…cum in your pussy…that’s it…keep going…you’re so close…dig deep and paint my fuckin’ walls.” Nicole coached Erik with a silky voice that tightened his balls.
She continued, “You look so fucking good, Erik…you’re so handsome…I’m so lucky to have a sexy nigga like you fuckin’ my pussy…”
He pounded away at her little cervix until his balls were properly drained. With each thrust Erik lost more and more control until eventually he started cumming, her pussy convulsing and milking him of every last drop.
“Ahhh, fuck…mmm…FUCK, look what you make me do. Fuck, I’m yours baby…gah damn!”
With one hand, Nicole gripped Erik’s left ass cheek, nails digging into his flesh. She locked her legs around his neck and with tiny jerks of her walls, she helped empty his balls. FULLY. 
“Nik,” Erik spoke her name against her lips, “Oh my god, baybee, daddy couldn’t hold it in anymore…Nik…”
“Yes?” Nicole responded.
“I fuckin’ love you,” Erik nibbled on her jaw possessively. 
“I love you too, baby.”
She dragged her tongue over his lips and Erik opened up for her. They kissed passionately, neither wanting to let the other go. When they finally came up for air, Erik wrapped his fingers around Nicole’s neck, applying little pressure. She looked him up and down with a bite of her bottom lip, those beautiful almond-shaped eyes that reminded him of maple syrup blinking at him. 
“Ain’t no chick badder than you, baby…you’re so damn beautiful…everything about you just gets me…”
Nicole felt it. He was still so hard. 
He smirked at her, “Yesss…you see what I’m saying?”
“I think if we don’t take a break now, we’ll be too raw and sore to keep going. Let’s take a hot bath.”
Erik kisses Nicole’s collarbones before withdrawing his hips. A small puddle of his ejaculate oozed from her tight opening. Nicole spread her labia for him and moved her hips in a sultry whine, showing off her cum-filled puss. 
“You are dangerous,” Erik said. 
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A Roman-styled bath made of marble, complete with steamy water that already smelled of relaxing oils that were sure to ease her bruised, well-used body awaited them. 
they stepped into the bath. 
"Oooh," Nicole let out a contented sigh, "That feels good." 
Erik grunted in agreement, adopting a position across from her so he could take her foot between his hands and begin massaging away with an expert touch.
 "Oh, shit, that's good!" Lolling her head on the edge of the bath, she glanced over at him with a goofy smile. "I so love you."
Erik chuckled deeply, “Do tell.” 
“You’re so damn fine it KILLS ME!”
She splashed him with soapy water. 
“And so are you,” Erik kissed the ball of her right foot, “So beautiful,” He sucked her pedicured big toe into his mouth, “Out of this world gorgeous.” 
“STAWP! I’m blushing,” Nicole said bashfully with a bat of lashes.
His perfectly white grin was perfectly wicked, “I love to watch you blush. You may find it annoying, but your high cheekbones make you prettier.” 
“And your dimples make me melt,” Nicole replied.
Erik watched her carefully while massaging her feet. 
“What?” Nicole questioned.
“Nothing…I just like looking at you.” 
Erik’s glistening chest puffed out as he took a deep breath in. He exhaled and brought his lips to Nicole’s ankle and kissed her all over. 
“Being with you is like…It’s like I can be myself.” Erik admitted. 
With her other foot, Nicole dragged her toes over the ridges of his abs, “Tell me more.”
“I feel relaxed and in my element wit’ you. I always have the best time of my life when you’re around. I feel like I can talk to you and be real wit’ you. You give me butterflies, believe it or not.”
“Nooo, butterflies?!” Nicole pouted, “You are so cute.” 
Erik licked his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, “You just got this hold on me.” 
Erik dropped her foot in the water and Nicole crossed the water to his side. Erik wrapped his arms around her and Nicole sat in his lap. Their lips connected again, pausing in between to stare each other down. 
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how things ended, Nik.” 
He dragged his wet fingertips over her shoulder, transfixed by how bitter-smooth her mocha skin is. 
“E, the past is just that. Neither of us can change it. I've done some things I'm not proud of either. I walked away from you and I assumed you were using me. I know that it wasn’t like that with you. Never was. It was all natural with us.”
Erik stared at her lips as she spoke. 
She continued with a soft spoken voice, “…But I don't think any differently of you. This... thing... inside of us both, it's so incredibly powerful. Hell, our connection is so strong that we were ready to fuck ourselves raw and I know the sexual energy within me matches yours – I can feel it," She kissed his cheek, his jaw, working her way towards his lips, “And my heart is racing like crazy…it always gets like that when I’m around you.”
Erik swooped in and captured her lips in a scorching kiss, cutting her off. Against her hip, he grew incredibly hard, and between her thighs, her arousal burned, renewed in its fervour.
Lifting her easily in the water, he had her turned and bent over the edge of the tub and her legs spread wide in a straightforward series of moves. Slowly, he worked his thick dick through the swollen, tight layers of her pussy, entering her a bit, pulling back until only the tip of him was inserted and then pushing in a little further. Her sore, tired body loved every moment of being opened back up by him. 
“Yes, Erik,” she all but pleaded, tilting her hips back to give him a better angle. "Go deep."
He accommodated her request with several more thrusts, finally burying himself to the hilt in her snug pussy with a low groan that vibrated through the room. Instead of slamming into her, as she so desperately wanted, however, he stilled. 
“Grip the edge and hold on,” Erik bid her with a deep rasp. 
It hurt so good! She was crying out in long, wailing moans for him in no time.
 "Daddy... oh, fuck, so damn good."
His strokes were precise and slow. He smoothed her braids from her back to kiss up her spine to her ear. 
“This is for you…you know I’m addicted to watching you cum, right? You ain’t gotta answer, baby, just know that daddy need you to cum all over this dick.” 
She mumbled incoherent words of amazement and pleasure, her legs and arms uncontrollably quaking, her heart an out of control monster raging in her chest. Erik gently moved his hips as he spoke, tenderly stroked her aura with his, working her arousal back up. 
"I'm going to fuck and love you every single day for the rest of our lives, Nicki," He kissed her shoulder, working towards her throat. "My sweet..." He kissed over the bite mark he'd left earlier, causing shivers throughout her body. "Sexy..." He licked the spot on her neck at the same time as two of his fingertips – pre-moistened and slick - rimmed her back entrance, tickling it, making her insides clench with tight need, "Chocolate-coated piece of perfection."
Biting down on her throat, he restated his claim upon her, piercing her small, ringed hole with his wet fingers and shoving them in all the way, even as his hips jerked hard against her once more. He filled her up and fucked her just like that, his fingers moving at the same pace as his shuttling dick. 
The experience was incredible, the sensations inexplicable, shattering. It took only a minute, and Nicole orgasmed with a scream of ecstasy.
 “I'm your woman!”  she loudly proclaimed, finally believing it, understanding what it meant – including the ultimate repercussions: there would be no one else touching her like this. Erik was it for her.
He groaned in pleasure at her words; they tipped him over the edge, in fact. He exploded into her, filled her with his seed again... again... and again. Each surge flooded her, until his excess cum dripped down his length, combined with her essence.
Collapsing back into the tub together, both shaking with the intensity of their coupling, they clung to each other for an anchor. Sore, exhausted, Nicole turned slightly in his lap and pressed her mouth to  his neck, biting down, needing to reassert her claim, too.
Erik chuckled and held her close, tilting his head to give her unfettered access. "Yes, mamas, I'm all yours, too."
They finished bathing and without drying off they slipped beneath the sheets, Erik spooning her from behind. As much as they wanted to continue having sex, their bodies were too exhausted. Rest was more important. They slept well into the late morning and when Erik rolled over to change positions, his phone began to ring on the carpet. He shot up slowly, half-lidded eyes scanning the underwater paradise surrounding them before focusing on the floor. Nicole is tangled around him with her leg thrown over his hips and her head on his shoulder. 
Erik looked down at her and smiled. She looked amazing, a real sleeping beauty. He kissed her forehead and carefully freed himself from her soft, thick body. Erik tiptoed to his slacks and crouched down to pick them up. He snatched up his phone from the back pocket and saw five missed calls from Shaunice. One look over his shoulder at a sleeping Nicole, Erik entered the bathroom and cracked the door. He turned on the sink and called Shaunice back, wondering what she wanted. 
“Where are you?” 
He could tell she’d been drinking. Erik pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Out of town. What’s up?”
“When are you coming back? We need to talk.” 
Erik leaned his elbows on the sink and spoke with a low voice, “If it’s not about you signing those papers, we don’t need to talk about shit.” 
“Why are you being such an asshole? Did I curse at you? Did I give you an attitude? No.”
Meanwhile, Nicole felt the absence of Erik’s presence. Her eyes blinked open and she stared up at the high ceiling, a yawn stretching her lips. Arms up above her head and back arched, she stretched her tired body and smiled at the pleasant ache of post-sex. Nicole sat up on her arms, eyes searching for Erik and when she found him, she noticed the stress lining his face and the tension in his body. When he paced near the crack of the door, she could see him speaking into the phone frustratingly. 
There’s only one explanation for that. 
His dark eyes spotted her watching him and he spoke his final words quickly into the phone before hanging up. Nicole waited for him to emerge, not wanting to pry. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. She wouldn’t push. She’ll try not to push. Nicole sat up against a pile of pillows and covered her chest with the sheets from the chilly air. Erik finally resurfaced from the bathroom and he didn’t meet her eyes. He placed his phone on the bed and took his place next to her again. Nicole leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek, hoping to get him to look at her.
“Good morning. Slept good?” She asked.
“Morning, baby girl. Yeah, I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.” 
Erik rubbed his nose and his eyes fell to his lap.
“Do you…wanna talk about it?”
“Uh…”
Erik chewed on his bottom lip.
“E…”
“It was Shaunice,” He finally answered.
Nicole froze at the mention of her name. 
“She wanted to know where I was,” Erik scratched his hair.
“That’s all?” Nicole looked at him. 
“Nah,” Erik tilted his head, “It’s complicated.” 
“Just say you’re still married to her, E.”
Erik could sense the irritation in her voice. 
“I am. But not for long,” Erik finally met her eyes, “I’m leaving her.” 
“Hm,” Nicole frowned, “And how is that going for you?”
“Fucking nightmare.”
Nicole shook her head, “She doesn’t want to let you go so easily? Tuh…”
“I want a divorce, she’s not accepting it.”
“E,” Nicole turned to face him, “Listen. I love you, but…this shit needs to be handled.”
“I know,” Erik spoke sternly, “I’m handling it.”
“She needs to learn boundaries. We both know if she finds out about us, she’s going to come for me and I am trying to leave the past in the past but if she tries me…I’m not sorry for what I do to her.” 
“Nicole, I don’t want you to worry about it. We’re gonna meet up sometime within the next week to discuss things. I’m hoping it’s her finally agreeing on things.” 
“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to control this. I just—”
Nicole paused. She took Erik’s hand in hers and caressed it with her thumb. 
“Look at me,” Nicole lifted Erik’s chin, “And know this. You’re my man. Which means you don’t belong to her. Which means that as long as you’re married to her, she will continue to have this hold over you. I can’t sit back and watch that happen.”
She could tell in his eyes that he was beginning to panic. Nicole smoothed a hand down his cheek soothingly.
“I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to know that I love you and that I’m not gonna sit back and watch her selfish ass play you. Did you know that she was still seeing Arnelle after Cabo?”
Erik glared straight ahead, “And she won’t admit it.” 
“And can you believe that Arnelle called me talkin’ about him missing me?” Nicole laughed, “They can have each other. As long as you made her sign a prenup you should be good.”
Erik looked at her with sad eyes. 
“Oh, E. Seriously?” Nicole hit him on the back, “what the hell were you thinking?!”
“That this could last forever. That she was the one. That I could make it work. I’m stupid, I know, baby.” 
“E…”
“Listen,” Erik brought an arm around Nicole’s waist firmly, “I have a postnuptial agreement that needs to be signed along with the divorce papers. As long as she agrees, everything is good.”
“And what if she doesn’t? Huh?”
Nicole pushed away from Erik and climbed out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and Erik scooted towards the end of the bed so he could watch her. She disappeared behind the door to use the toilet and when she finished she walked to the sink to cleanse her hands. Erik strolled over to the bathroom and leaned against the threshold, watching her wash her face. She splashed water on her face and then grabbed a folded hand towel to dry. Nicole noticed him standing there and locked eyes with him through the mirror.
“I’m just upset for you. I wish you didn’t have to go through all of this. You don’t deserve any of that. You’re really a good man, E. She’s gonna do nothing but try and tear you down and take you for everything you own. I don’t want to see that happen to you. So, yes, I am worried. There could be a chance that she doesn’t sign the papers—”
Erik made the effort to sound reassuring, “She’s going to sign them.” 
“E, baby,” Nicole shakes her head, “This is Sha we’re talking about. I’ve seen her petty, and you LIVED in it.”
“I’m not taking that. I’m tired, Nik. This is gonna end and her signature will be on those papers. I’m not accepting that. I know I fucked up. I know it. And I don’t want you worrying about this shit. I got this, okay? Just know that your man will be free from this bullshit real soon.”
Erik approached her and flipped her around. He had her pinned between him and the sink, her chin in his hand and his thumb rubbing circles against her bottom lip. 
“This ain’t your battle, baby. This is my fuckin’ mess, and I’m gonna get it straight. You know what I want you to do?”
Nicole’s eyes blinked up at his slowly, “What’s that?”
“I want you to keep being the best you and I want you to smile and know that I got this. Now, repeat after me…”
Erik captured her lips in his and Nicole almost floated away. 
“I love you,” Erik said.
“I love you,” Nicole responded.
Erik kissed her again, “I trust you.” 
“…I trust you,” Nicole let out a shaky breath.
With one final kiss that made her pussy clench, he said, “And I won’t worry my beautiful self because daddy will handle it.” 
“And I won’t worry my beautiful self because daddy will handle it,” She echoed back.
“That’s right, baby…”
Erik couldn’t believe that she was here with him. It still felt so surreal.
“I wanna take you to dinner tonight. Just me and you. I know this place that’s intimate. I want to make this our first official date. You down for that?”
“Of course,” Nicole replied happily, “Me and the girls have a day full of activities then I’ll be free.”
“I can have you picked up, you can pack something small to stay the night. That sound good?”
“Mm-Hm.”
“Good. I can’t wait.” 
Erik kisses her lips again before stepping back. Nicole turned to brush her teeth. When they were finished in the bathroom, Nicole found a robe and wrapped herself in it while Erik got dressed in his formal wear. Checking to make sure everything was secure, he took a seat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. He had already made a call for his transportation to pick him up from the resort. Nicole watched him with an erotic gaze, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. 
“I don’t want you to leave me,” Nicole said, “Why do you have to leave me?”
“I know, beautiful. Shit sucks for me too. Won’t be for long, I promise.” 
Nicole made her way over to Erik and got down on her knees. Erik watched her closely, his thighs parted for her to nestle herself between them. 
“Can I take care of you before you go?”
Before Erik could give her an answer Nicole’s fingers popped the buttons on his slacks and brought his zipper down. Yanking his pants and his briefs down to his ankles, Nicole bared him fully. He was already hard and hung. Just one touch and he reacted to her. At eye-level with his dick, it seemed even larger than before, and a more daunting challenge. She had to pat herself on the back for taking this monster into her mouth. Staring at his third leg had her thinking about the width stretching her.
“Damn, baby,” Erik smirked, “Still amazes me how much you love to be on your knees for me, girl.”
“All for you,” Nicole said with pleasure.
Nicole gripped him. Above her, Erik’s breath exploded from his chest as he sighed in eagerness. Lifting the heavy, thick weight of his dick in her hand again, Nicole stroked over the silken flesh. 
“Put it in your mouth, baby,” Erik demanded in a husky timber, guiding her head forward, “Go ‘head and eat this dick up.” 
Enthusiastically, she did as he wished. Nicole parted her lips and cushioned the engorged head between them, allow her tongue to tease the sensitive, hot flesh as she gently sucked on it. Silken flesh stretched over an iron-hard core which throbbed in her hand—was there anything sexier? Her mouth suddenly filled with saliva and the taste of him…so delectable and wet. The heat of it melted around Erik’s dick, drenching him. He gasped and jerked in response, and an unexpected rush of delicious pre-cum filled her mouth as his body surrendered to her. Nicole ringed the engorged head and lapped slowly and easy over the tip, encouraging more. 
Whatever this man wanted she would damn sure deliver. He was so warm and full in her mouth. All this dick fucked her last night. If it wasn’t in her pussy it was damn sure in her mouth. This was all hers. There is no way she would give this up. 
Salivating, Nicole opens her mouth wider, bringing her lips down and around his wide tip before lowering at a moderate pace, widening her lips the more she gets lower and lower. She made it her mission to get most of that meaty dick down her throat. She sat there with his dick sitting in her throat, allowing her saliva to dribble out from between her lips and down his shaft. She tighten her throat with tiny contractions staring up at his handsome face from that position. 
“Ugh, fuck,” Erik’s head extended back, Nicole watched his adam’s apple bob up and down from his deep breathing. He brought his head back down when he heard her gurgle on his dick. Bottom lip between his teeth, Erik laid back on his elbows so he could watch you go to town on his fat black dick. 
“That’s it baby,” He spoke quietly through clenched teeth, “you know I gotta go...how fucking dare you? Suck it good slut,” His eyes rolled shut, “Suck that long, black dick, baby...you can tell you love what you do...Stay focused on your purpose and please your Daddy. No distractions…”
“Have you cumming down my throat?” 
Nicole started throating him over and over, taking him in fully. She left him speechless and covered in spit. 
Gluck, gluck, gluck.
She kept going, another jolt and a second spurt of pre-cum filled her mouth and made her moan in pleasure. Fuck, he tasted so good. 
“Gahdamn!” Erik cried as his hips thrust a third time, releasing more of that delicious fluid, “you got this dick spittin’ girl! Never did that shit before. Got a magical mouth on you!” His heavy D.C accent made the words more sexy. 
Nicole smiled at that, feeling a heady sense of power knowing she was able to fog his mind and make his body react as no woman had. 
“Oh? Just like that? That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, sucking up big daddy’s dick. You better swallow all this nut, Nik.”
Her lips tightened and she used one hand to gently grab his heavy sack and tug lightly. He almost shot off of the bed. 
“Unh, fuck baby—”
All that delicious cum. All that nut targeted the back of her throat. Nicole graciously drained his balls, sucking and sucking and sucking until he was emptied. She popped her lips off to jerk his dick, her eyes watching his slit to see if any more cum would spill over for her. Little droplets appeared and she took her tongue to tease his slit. Ain’t no cum hiding from her. 
“So good,” Erik said with a guttural rasp. 
Nicole lifted to retrieve a wet cloth and when she returned she cleaned Erik off and he stood to get dressed. When he finished, he grabbed Nicole and kissed her while palming her ass.  
“You make me wanna say fuck this job and stay wit’ you,” Erik said in a tired voice. 
“I don’t want you to do that. We’ll see eachother again tonight.” Nicole said in a voice soft with affection. 
Nicole walked Erik out of her room within the suite and insisted on going with him to the lobby. They took the elevator down and strolled across the busy lobby hand-in-hand, neither one of them wanting to let the other go. His transportation was waiting for him and Nicole tightened her grasp on his hand. Erik looked down at her with a sad smile.
“Tonight,” Erik kissed her hand that’s still in his, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Nicole mewled. 
Letting her hand go, Erik kissed her lips in farewell and climbed into the back of the van. Their eyes remain locked as Erik waves goodbye, Nicole returning the gesture before turning to go back inside.
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It’s windier today in the city and Nicole wished she would have worn pants instead of a dress. The girls and herself had been touring the city for four hours since brunch back at the resort. They all wore head scarves in different patterns with shopping bags filled with souvenirs. Nicole bought an evil eye protection hand chain in gold and pink sandals that she couldn’t take her eyes off of. 
They were on the hunt for a Henna Salon for almost an hour and were ready to give up until a tour guide helped them. They found the Salon and was instantly convinced with all of the beautiful variety of designs advertised in the windows. Nicole wanted henna on her hand and foot, a mehndi design. She decided on a reddish brown color that looked radiant against her complexion. 
“It’s so gorgeous!” Nicole studied the finished work with excitement, “Thanks so much.”
She paid the designer and left a tip before lifting from her seat for the next person. London was currently purchasing henna to take back home with her and Nicole thought it would be a good idea to do the same. She joined her best friend at the register and opened her handbag to grab some more money. London stared at her over her right shoulder and smiled mischievously.
“Don’t think I forgot about your special guest last night, Nicki.”
“I didn’t expect you to forget London,” Nicole teased.
“How was it?” London questioned.
“Like it was our first time having sex again. It was everything, London. So good I could have wrapped my body around his leg and begged him not to go.” 
“So…are y’all together-together now?”
“I hope so! you two are so cute!” Serenity chimes in excitedly. 
“We are, actually. He told me that he loved me.” 
London’s brows raised and Serenity squealed.
“What’s going on over here?” Brooklyn asked, Ximena, and Gianna bringing up the rear. 
“Erik told Nicole that he loved her, awww,” Serenity pressed a hand to heart, “I could tell by the way he looked at you.” 
“Is it really love or is he pussy-whipped?” London questioned. 
“Both.” Nicole quipped. 
“Ooooh, shit!” Gianna exclaimed. 
“We should go before it’s too late for the Sky Observatory,” Nicole added her purchased bag of henna to another shopping bag. 
The ladies filed out of the Henna Salon and headed for the Sky Views Dubai. It’s in the heart of downtown Dubai with thrilling attractions, one including a slide down from the 53rd floor of a high-rise building within a glass capsule. You can look down as you slide through a suspended transparent tube or take in breathtaking views from the stunning 25 meter long glass floor. 
When they arrived, it was packed with tourists as expected, so they all decided to try the observatory first. They traveled to the 53rd floor, vlogging and taking pictures of everything. They ride within the panoramic glass elevator to more than 220 meters above the ground was thrilling. Once they made it to the floor, they stepped out onto a glass floor, a spectacular view of the city’s fabulous skyline and shining coast. 
Nicole had Brooklyn take a few pictures of her standing in front of the large window, peering out at Downtown Dubai, wearing a soft velvet patterned dress with tan mesh and black gladiator sandals. Afterward, they took a trip to the edge of all-out excitement. Gianna and London were too scared to ride the slide so they recorded the others sliding down. Nicole had asked if London could record on her phone so she could send it to Erik. 
After sliding down, hunger struck them again so they all decided to grab a bite to eat before heading back to the hotel. They got a table at Serafina Dubai. It’s said to have the best pizza and pasta in Dubai. They were led to outside seating near a gorgeous waterfront. Drinks were ordered and while they waited, the ladies discussed what other plans they had for their trip.
“Red dunes should be next for us. I want to ride a camel and have lunch in the desert,” London stated. 
“Fine with me,” Nicole replied after taking a sip of her lemon water, “I’ll be out with Erik tonight for dinner and then I plan to spend the evening with him.”
“Did he mention his wife?” Brooklyn asked. 
Gianna and Ximena shared a look. 
“They’re getting a divorce.” Nicole said, “I don’t want to think about that. It’ll only piss me off.” 
“I’d be careful.” London remarked. 
“Screw his wife. I say elope!” Serenity said.
“Elope? Girl, you crazy?” Brooklyn teased. 
“Why don’t we figure out what pizza to get,” Nicole implied. 
The topic was left alone for now but Nicole could sense that her friends were concerned about Erik’s situation. Speaking of the devil, Erik texted Nicole back after an hour. She read his message with a half smile. 
Erik: You look great baby ❤️ and I’m glad you visited the observatory. I’ve been busy mapping out the design plan for this new project here in Dubai. It’s gonna be a big one. Can’t wait to see you 😘
Nicole: Looking forward to seeing you too 😚 don’t work so hard! Muah! 
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The marble tiling sends chills up her legs as her bare feet pads across them. She made it to the sink, stopping at the marble countertop to apply her chestnut lip liner. After lining her lips, Nicole applied a red gloss. She stepped back to observe the finishing touches. The fitted, mesh dress that left nothing to the imagination hugged her body in all the right places. Satisfied, Nicole left the bathroom to put on her black lace-up platform heels. 
There is a private vehicle waiting for her and Erik texted her to let her know that he was outside. Butterflies gathered in the pit of her stomach and when she walked out of her room into the main area of the suite, the other ladies were lounging around with drinks in their hands, gossiping. They planned to go to a hookah lounge tonight. 
“You look good, Nicki!” Brooklyn shouted from her seat on the sofa. 
The others agreed. 
“Have fun tonight and be safe.” London said. 
“I will. I’ll let you know when I make it.” 
Nicole left the suite and headed towards the elevators. 
Outside, a luxury Mercedes awaited her. Erik stepped out dressed in black jeans, a black short sleeve linen button shirt, and white Alexander McQueen sneakers. A diamond Cuban link hung from his neck, white gold earrings decorated his ears, and he’s wearing several iced Cuban rings. He completed the look with a black halo turban that Nicole loved. 
In his hand are two dozen red roses and Nicole pouted with doe eyes. She accepted the flowers and a chaste kiss from him before he opened her door. Nicole carefully entered the car and when she was fully seated, Erik shut the door. He joined her shortly after and asked the driver in Arabic where to go. He leaned back in his seat when the car took off and turned to look at Nicole with a fire in his eyes so intense that it made her heartbeat accelerate. 
The cityscape was a constellation of lights, as if each one was a star of Earth. People moved about to their destination, whether it be a party or restaurant. The different sounds surrounding Nicole let her know that Dubai is full of nightlife to experience. Erik caressed her inner thigh with his fingers while staring out of his window. The man who was once the bane of her existence once again speaks an all-too familiar tune to her. Actually, it shouts, sings, and tugs at her heart strings. 
She constantly struggled with rhyme and sound reason, knowing that he must know that her love is so much deeper than hers could ever possibly be. She finally felt like she found the love of her life. And yet the thought of him still being attracted to that leech made her sick. Nicole inhaled the scent of her roses to calm her nerves. 
“You’re mine,” she whispered into her flowers, under her breath. 
“What was that gorgeous?”
Nicole’s eyes shot up at Erik who had been watching her. 
“Just happy to be with you right now.” 
“Hmm…we’re close,” Erik stretched to plant a kiss on Nicole's shoulder, “I think you’re gonna love the place.” 
They arrived shortly after. The peak of fine dining in Dubai is not merely a figurative experience. Rising 442 meters from the ground, At.mosphere sits on level 122 of the world's tallest building, complementing an exquisite array of gastronomical wonders with extraordinary views of the Arabian gulf. At.mosphere’s culinary team boasts a critically acclaimed menu of exclusive creations. Erik reserved a table, paying top dollar for the date night. 
The view from the ascend to the restaurant deserved to be captured. Nicole snapped a few photos and snuck one of Erik staring out at Dubai with his hands in his pockets. He offered to be her photographer for the evening and when they exited the elevator, Erik instructed her to pose with her roses out on the balcony before they entered the private dining establishment. Nicole found a spot and positioned herself so that she was looking over her shoulder at Erik, her round ass in profile and the vivid red roses resting against her chest. She gave him a bright white smile and Erik paced around, snapping pictures from different angles.  When he was finished, he reached for her hand and they entered the restaurant. 
They were seated directly in front of a window, the white clove and grey cedar candles giving light to a seductively dim, upscale dining experience. Erik ordered them both a blueberry ginger sour and truffle chicken ceasar salad with scallops. As clichéd as the term soulmate may be to some, Erik knows with no uncertainty that Nicole is his. His woman. Everything stressful going on in his life right now he wanted to forget and enjoy this moment with her. No longer will he miss out on living the life he wants. He spent years trying to please Shaunice, thinking that it was exactly what he needed. 
Nicole’s eyes traveled his chiseled jawline, around his plump lips, and took a voyage to his perfectly trimmed goatee. Erik’s luscious lips part too reveal pristine, white teeth. Her seductive almond eyes that reminded him of a feline commanded him from across the table. It feels good to be able to eat dinner with her and openly express how much he loved her physically. Erik thought about a reunion trip back to Cabo, where they could start all over again. Relive the first night and get to do all the things he ached to do before Shaunice and Arnelle showed up. 
Meanwhile, Nicole is struggling. God bless his parents for creating such a fine specimen. This man is amazingly splendid in physical beauty, commanding all attention when he enters a room. His swagger is undeniable. He’s so smart and such a good communicator. The perfect lover. The cocktails arrived and Erik went on to explain why he’d ordered them. She loved watching him talk. Listening to his voice. He talked with his hands a lot she’d noticed. Licked his lips often in between thoughts. 
“First time in Dubai, I went to this place called the Buddha Bar, and a friend of mine ordered these drinks. Its so good. I’m usually not much of a cocktail guy but…I make it my business to have this everytime I come here.” 
Nicole took a sip and was immediately blown away with the delicious flavors. The fresh blueberry lingered on her tongue and it was pleasantly good. 
“I love it. I’m gonna need another one,” She said with a smile. 
“You can have however many you want,” Erik said with a chuckle. 
Nicole stammered over her thoughts, trying to find something to say that didn’t involve wanting to throw this pussy on him. 
“What are you thinking about?” Erik questions as he takes a sip of his cocktail. 
“You,” Nicole replied, blushing. 
“What about me?” 
“How goddamn fine you are.” 
Erik smiled richly at her and it made his dimples deepen, the candle light casting a shadow that made them look deeper than they already are. 
The starters arrived and they didn’t waste time eating. It fell silent for ten minutes until Nicole reached for her glass to finish the rest of her cocktail. Erik fed her the last scallop and when the waiter came back around to clear their table he ordered their main course. Lamb rump with barley risotto and broccoli for Nicole and charolais beef with mashed potatoes and seasonal veggies for him. 
“And I’ll take the seafood fettuccine to go,” Erik concluded before handing the waiter their menus. 
Staring into his eyes, Nicole spoke, “I can’t wait to spend another night with you.” 
“You’ll be spending plenty of nights with me back home, Nik,” Erik smiles. He reached his hand across the table and his fingertip slowly runs up the side of her arm. 
The black linen shirt laid across his firm chest softly. The two top buttons are undone. He knows that drives her wild. He’s fucking with her and she likes it. The smell of his cologne penetrates all of her senses and as she inhaled his pheromones, her pussy gushed and released in anticipation of him. A sticky wetness stained her panties. 
“Let me see your hand,” Erik commanded. 
Nicole placed her hand in his and he inspected her nails, a milky-white color on medium length nails. A color her and her girls nickname ‘cum nails’. 
“I love this nail color on your skin.” 
“Thank you,” Nicole tucked her chin bashfully. 
Erik did something unexpected and sucked on one of her fingers. Nicole froze with her mouth hanging open as she stared at him. The feeling of his lips wrapped around her finger and pulled tight when he released it slowly. The same way he would do on her clit. He was mimicking that. Driving her fucking crazy. 
“Erik, you have to stop,” Nicole said, growing weaker, “That shot straight to my pussy.”
Erik barked a laugh, and it was such an infectious sound that Nicole couldn't help but snicker and smile in return. His lips lifted and crooked at her in a way that had her breath catching and her toes curling. 
The main course didn’t take long to arrive and the food was so filling that Nicole couldn’t finish it all. Erik, however, ate the entire thing and still inquired about desert. 
“I’ve been eyeing this Bailey’s cheesecake all night.” He said. 
“Let’s try that. Are you going to order an entire cake like you did back in Cabo?” Nicole joked. 
“I just might. Oh my god that cake was good too.”
“I can’t wait to feed you,” Nicole giggles.
“Please do. I always had this fantasy of bending you over the counter and fucking the shit out of you. Lift your oversized T-shirt up and grip your hips and start hammering you.” 
Nicole closed her eyes. He was not being fair. 
“What I do?” 
“You keep teasing me,” Nicole said.
“Like you’re not teasing me? Look at that dress. And your lips? You got me going crazy over here.”
Nicole rolled her eyes away from him, “I can’t help that I look as good as I do, Erik.” 
“Talk yo’ shit baby.” Erik licked his lips. 
Erik’s eyes gaze down at Nicole’s chest—thick, juicy, chocolate-coated piece of perfection. 
It was time to go. Erik couldn’t hold out any longer. The desert arrived just in time and Erik was so ready to get out of there that he forgot to order a cake to go. Erik went around to pull out Nicole’s chair and he helped her up, pulling her dress down for her. Grabbing her leftovers and the cake, Erik opened the door for Nicole to exit first. 
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Back on Jumeira Bay, Erik showed Nicole to his suite with picture perfect views. She helped herself to some wine while taking off her heels in his lounge area. Erik returned from relieving himself and wasted no time jumping on Nicole. On the couch, he licked his lips and looked her dead in the eyes. 
“I want you to undress for me. I want to watch.” 
Nicole ran a finger over Erik’s lips, “anything for you.” 
Erik made himself comfortable across from Nicole and she stood, back facing him, reaching behind to unzip her dress. The fabric peeled away from her back and she started whining her hips. Her hands were in her braids, body bent forward and ass poked out. Erik rubbed up and down his crotch, his eyes low and hungry for her. 
The smooth sway of her back begged for his hands and mouth. She leisurely smoothed the dress down and around her waist, raising her arms up above her head, bouncing that hefty ass. Erik could see the outline of her breasts from the back and the visual would make any man drool. 
“Shit, bend over…pull that dress down over that ass…” 
Nicole did what she was told and while staring back at him, her braids touching the floor, she yanked her dress down over her booty, nothing but a thin, black thong remaining. 
“Take that shit off too,” He demands, gripping his erection through his jeans. 
Nicole disobeyed him and instead, peeled the crotch of her panties to the side to show him just how wet and gushy she is for him. Erik’s bulge sat fat and firm between his thighs, begging to be freed. He couldn’t ignore the pulsating need anymore and while she lifted a leg to the couch to spread her pussy open, Erik unfastened his jeans and raised his hips to free the beast. It bobbed out and bounced, Erik taking it in his veiny hand and smacking the weight of it in his palm. 
“Damn baby, I need to stretch that tight pussy out, right now,” Erik moaned. 
Nicole made that ass clap and bent over to grab her ankles. The way her ass moved, you would think she was twerking to a rhythmic beat. Ass creating a loud clap clap when she bounced. All that weight colliding with the back of her thighs. All that weight smacking into each other like a tambourine. 
Erik smacked his palm with his heavy girth again, “You throwing that ass, baby, fuck…you going stupid, shit is so fat.” 
Nicole kneeled on the couch and made each cheek bounce. She was asking to be bent over. 
“If you want my tongue in your ass just say that,” Erik said, “is that what you want?”
“I want your tongue all over me,” Nicole replied with a sultry voice. 
“You gotta bend over some more. Point that ass up like you do…mmm.” 
Erik, dick still in hand, got behind Nicole, spread her back cheeks, and stuck his tongue so far up her pussy. She gasped and started popping that ass, knees digging into the couch cushions. Erik brought his hand back to his hard length and tugged on it in a twisting motion. After sucking on her pussy, Erik brought his tongue to her ass and speared her puckered hole. Nicole reached back to slap her own ass, the motion shooting straight to Erik’s balls. 
“Ooh, fuck!” Nicole cried out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
She slapped her ass again and Erik did the same to the opposite cheek. She loved his touch more so she let him do his thing—tongue up her ass, and spanking her. 
“Eat that pussy! Eat that shit up!” 
Erik wasted no time bringing his mouth back to her fat kat. 
“I want you to suck on my clit like you sucked on my finger, daddy. I wanna feel those big lips all over my fuckin’ pussy…oooh, fuck…Erik, yes…right there…”
Nicole rode Erik’s face in a slow whine like she was doing a seductive dance. The most erotic and sexy thing to witness. Sweat covered her tantalizing body. She was moving that ass perfectly. Erik’s hips bucked, pumping his thickness into the palm of his sweaty hand. 
“You sound like you're drowning back there, daddy…”
Erik whacked her on the ass again and added three fingers to her tight pussy. Nicole went still and tried her best to not cum so soon but those thick fingers in her pussy…
“Make me cum, daddy?” 
Erik bit her left cheek. Standing, fingers still inside of her, Erik rested his dick over her ass and continued pumping her pussy. She moaned sweet cries into the sofa when her orgasm washed over her. Erik removed his fingers and sucked them clean. He smoothed his hand all over her pussy, rubbing her cum in. 
“You ready to cream on daddy’s big, juicy dick?”
“Yes.” 
Nicole turned around and she couldn’t form the right words to describe how hard Erik is. Pre-cum seeped from his dick in a long stream. Fisting the hem of his shirt, he stared at her with lustful dark eyes, half-lidded, and slightly parted lips. It was hard to keep her heart from tearing through her skin, especially as his soft, cotton shirt slowly crawled over his solid abs and pecs, revealing his defined torso. As it cleared his head and dropped to the floor, her breathing kicked into high gear. His dark-brown nipples were definitely hard, begging to be suckled. Her nails bit into the edge of the lounger as she clenched her hands to keep her body grounded in place. his pelvis level with her face, he slid those thick fingers of his over his smoothed abdomen. 
“Look at what you do to me.” 
His tone was husky, suggestive of wicked pleasure, and utterly compulsory.
Nicole lightly lid her fingers over his torso. Erik’s hips swayed from side to side, pants falling down around his ankles now. Nicole guided her hands down to his thighs, skin so soft beneath her fingers and the muscles underneath were hardened from the gym. Gliding upwards, she encountered the bones of his hips and that v-cut that drove her mad. Erik’s head fell back and he moaned a deep, growling noise in approval. The sound shot straight through her, emboldening her for further exploration. Dipping downward, she cupped the weight of his balls, rolled them once and found them to be hard with the need to cum. 
“I’m going to make this dick cum so good, daddy.” 
He was warm and the surrounding flesh was soft, but underneath, he was harder than steel. The weight of him in her palm, the way his hips tilted forward with a tense desperation, the heat that tinged his cheeks and neck, creeping steadily lower… all of it was magnificent. His body, his eyes, his hard dick anxiously wanted her. They surrendered to her. She had all the power over him she'd ever need.
Stroking up and down the mouth-watering length of him, she watched with a fixated fascination the expressions crossing his face as she sped up or slowed down. He was enraptured by her, enslaved to her whim, freely expressing his pleasure with parted lips and heaving chest and bucking muscles. She used his pre-come to lubricate the path of his ecstasy, making him gasp louder and jerk his pelvis in time to the rhythm she'd established. 
Nicole licked his tip clean and Erik’s hand found its way to the back of her neck. He was already so close. As much as he would love for her to use her mouth, he needed to be inside her again. That’s how he wanted to finish. Balls deep and wrapped in her silken walls. 
“Tilt your head up,” Erik commanded, “Let me kiss you.” 
Their mouths met and there was an explosion of feeling between them. Tongues entwined, moans and gasps uttered from both of them, and the pace of her hand sped up, matching their wild need for each other.
“Slow down, baby, I don’t want to cum like this. I need to be inside of you.” 
He bit her bottom lip as his breathing became as erratic as his jerking dick. 
“Fuuck,” Erik’s breath fanned her face, “You don’t listen…I told you…fuuck, I’m close…Nik…I’m gonna bust…I’m gonna cum for you…”
Three more swipes over his taut length, and with a shout of her first name, he thrust a final time and burst into climax. Hot jets of creamy, white cum shot out of the tip of him to splash upon his abdomen. A second and third and fourth eruption had his life-giving seed dripping all over her hand and down the spasming length of him to the chorus of his gasping cries. By the time he'd finished, Erik had drenched her lap. His legs were shaking from the force of his release and his forehead pressed into the dip of her shoulder as he tried to regain his sanity and strength, his breath a panting animal against her neck.
Nicole used her tongue to clean him off. She wasn’t helping, because everytime that tongue would glide over his pipe, he would release small bits of cum. Erik couldn’t believe that she was sucking on his tip. One mighty hand fisting her braids, Erik stopped her from what would have been another orgasm. She looked up at him innocently like she didn’t just do the opposite of what he told her. 
“You are such a slut for this dick.” Erik whispered. 
Nicole stood from the couch and tilted her head back so Erik could give her a kiss. He slapped her on the ass before they walked out of the lounge area and to his bed, bodies intertwined and in desperate need of each other. It’s dim and the curtains are open to reveal the tranquil bay and the distant visual of Downtown Dubai. Nicole sat down on the bed and Erik joined her, resting back on his arms. 
“Come ride this dick baby,” Erik commands with his alluring voice. 
She didn’t need to be told twice. Straddling him, Nicole grabbed Erik by the dick and pointed it at her pussy. He watched her face when she lowered herself on him. All she could feel is solid, throbbing, long, girth entering her. 
“Nah, open your eyes and look at me, Nik.”
She did and it almost made her cum. 
“You want all this dick in your pussy, you keep your fuckin’ eyes open. Focus on me.” He demanded. 
Her inner lips all the way to her clit pulsates with need. Erik reached his hand up to grip her throat. Nicole’s eyes are focused on him. Erik pushed in more and Nicole’s face transformed with awe at the seductive motion of his hips burying his dick deeper and deeper...his abdominal muscles crunched and the more noise her pussy made Erik’s thrust increased.
“Meet me, come down on this dick!”
Nicole couldn’t move her neck with Erik’s hand there so she leaned forward and thrust downward to meet his upward motion. 
“I’m gonna tear this pussy up, Nik.”
He did just that. And Nicole was right there with him. Erik spread his thighs, tilted his hips, and Jack hammered her opening. Nicole could do nothing but give in, moans so loud and unhinged. Both arms locked beneath her arms now, Erik didn’t hold back. Nicole’s breasts smacked Erik in the face and he opened his mouth to catch a nipple. 
“Fuck me! Yes! Keep digging in this pussy! YES!”
Nicole had Erik’s dick in a vice grip with her climax. He groaned and plunged deeper. 
“Oh my fucking goodness!” Nicole shouted. 
“You makin’ this dick hella sloppy,” he said and she heard the obstacle in his voice to hold his nut off. 
“Erik…”
Nicole climbed off to see the mess he was referring to. It’s so much of it. 
“You make me so wet,” Nicole said, running her hands all over his body. 
Erik pulled her closer and Nicole fell on her back. He climbed over her and stared down at her with an intensity that made her shiver. Nicole ran her hands over his hair still covered with the turban, removing it to drag her fingers through his scalp. 
Erik didn’t mutter a single word when he entered her again. 
“This is home for me, you know that?”
Erik’s tongue found its way to her nipples and he started sucking each one softly. He moved his hips at a measured pace. All he wanted was to feel. Be in the moment with her. Nicole locked her ankles around his waist and closed her eyes. 
“I’m all the way in this pussy, mamas…”
“Your pussy,” Nicole corrected between gasps.
“One minute I wanna go slow, next minute I wanna bust yo’ shit wide open…”
“You can go as long as you want in this pussy, daddy. Just keep that dick inside of meee.” 
Erik buried his face in her neck, “If I keep this dick inside you…you won’t get a chance to rest…”
“So?” Nicole said.
Erik lifted so he could stare into your eyes. Nicole widens her legs for more. 
“I love you so much…I want things with you I never knew I wanted.”
Nicole hung onto his words, and when she caught a glimpse of his shimmering eyes, she almost lost it herself. 
“I’m in you deep…this pussy won’t let me go…fuck…oh, shit, baby…so beautiful…ahhhh…shit…shit!”
“It’s right here for you...cum in your pussy, daddy...this your pussy, daddy...this your pussy, daddy...this your pussy, daddy—”
Nicole could feel the sensation of his cum filling her pussy up and that’s when her own orgasm extended from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to the surface and made her spasm beneath him. Knowing that they both felt the same made the feeling even more exquisite. He eased out of her pussy and rolled over to rest next to her. Nicole turned to lay on her side and she draped a leg across him. She circled his nipple with her finger and Erik is staring down at her, eyes soft and vulnerable. 
“You wore me out, girl,” Erik spoke tiredly. 
“Sorry not sorry,” Nicole said with a teasing grin. 
Erik yawned, “So, how was our first date?”
“It was the best first date I ever had.” 
“Oh yeah? The best?” 
“Uh-huh,” Nicole replied. 
“Well, I feel the same. Everything's better wit’ you, Nik.” 
Nicole locked eyes with Erik. They stared into each other’s eyes longingly, both not wanting this connection to end. Overcome with emotion, Nicole kissed him madly, rolling over so she was straddling him again. Erik rubbed along her back and ass, straining his neck to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Nicole’s lips pressed firmly against Erik’s. The softness beckoned her for more and she knew she would need to feast from them often. She knew she loved him when ‘home’ went from being a place to being a person. 
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84reedsy · 2 months
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Can i request a quick NSFW hc for Billy Gunn if you have time?
Randomized a prompt for this one: #34: You like it when I touch you?
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You tried to ignore him. But when he’s like a magnet for your gaze, you lose every time. Billy has never not been appealing to you, no matter how ridiculous the gimmick. He reveled in teasing you which only stoked the desire you felt that you desperately tried to keep buried below the surface. His audacity only increased. Showing off his new fluorescent trunks with lip prints all over them, one strategically placed at the top of where his bulge rested. 
“They’re yours,” He smirked, catching you glancing at the tight, neon trunks as he fixed his blonde hair into a tight half-pony tail. 
“What?” You were flustered when you were caught looking, which was more and more frequent lately, “What’s mine?”
“The lips,” He smirked more devilishly now, “I had your lip print copied and put it,” He rubbed his hand over the red lips, “right here,”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Kissing his cheek in the ring had never had such consequences before, it was part of your job. He was making torturing you part of his.
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After his match, its even harder to keep your eyes off his body, flushed with adrenaline and the sheen of sweat makes every muscle glimmer. The scent of his masculinity makes you want to make bad choices. He can tell you’re aching for him, raking a hand through his damp blonde hair as he stalks you into a corner. 
“Why do you always fight it so much?” Billy asks, looking you up and down with a ravenous hunger in his eyes and cocky smirk on his lips “When you know how good it feels,” 
“Because of that ego…it’s big enough for the both of us,” You quip back, knowing your stalling tactics are useless. You’re already watching his hands, desperate to feel them. He notices, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and the subtle brush of his fingertips against your ear makes you gasp quietly.
He trails his fingers, barely touching you as they slide down your neck. You know a trail of goosebumps follow the path of his touch as your body responds to him. He still descends, tracing the curve of your breast. You can’t stop him as his hand sneaks up your shirt and though you fully expect it, the rough way he palms your breast still makes you groan. 
“You like it when I touch you?” Billy’s thumb flicks past the peak of your nipple, “Is that why you don’t stop me?” the playfulness in his tone coupled with his confidence is nearly infuriating, but as his hand slips lower now, sneaking into the waistband of your pants, you know you won’t be able to deny that in also inflames your lust for him. 
“Oh you do like it,” He says with as much confidence, but in an animalistic growl as his fingers slip between your legs and test the evidence of your arousal. As his fingers invade your sex, your head leans back against the wall and you give in to his carnal persuasion. 
You can never resist Billy Gunn - and he knows it.
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Visiting Raven
Monster Pairing: Connor (Male!Vampire) x NB Reader Notes: short story, sfw, cuddles; I tried to find this on my blog but I think Tumblr ate it up. So, I'm reposting it after trying to clean up my masterlist.
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Tap Tap Tap Tap
You grumbled and rolled over onto your side. Shoving your face into the pillow, trying to drown out the irritating sound by your head.
TapTapTapTap
The sound picked up pace this time. And the echo of the sharp noise against glass radiated through your bedroom. You groaned and drowsily waved your hand in the air. As dismissing whoever was making that noise.
TAPTAPTAPTAP CRACK!
You shot up into a sitting position. A loud yelp of surprise as the harsh sound split the somewhat silence of the night. Your window was splintered with spider-webbed cracks. All leading towards the centre where a black beak was pierced through the glass. A large raven stood outside the now broken window. Eyes wide in shock as it looked to you, to the window and then back. You said nothing. Only stared as the bird yanked its beak out of the glass; breaking it even more to the point that shards of window fell to the floor.
"Err, I'll fix that, lass." The raven cooed. A thick Irish accent clicking through its beak. It then hopped through the large hole it made in your window. "Promise."
You glared daggers at the raven. Deciding you were far too tired to deal with Connor's shit right now. A glance at your phone, told you it was 2am in the morning. The Sun was no near rising and you were very pissed off now. So, to keep the peace between you and your friend, you threw the blanket over your head and collapsed back into bed. Ignoring the raven completely. A soft croak could be heard outside the blanket's confines. And then the sound of rustling feathers followed, quickly replaced by a dramatic sigh and cold body crawling up behind you. Outside the blanket, Connor tickled the area were your back should be. You couldn't see it, but he was wearing one of his very guilty "kicked-puppy" faces. One you absolutely knew he'd play on until you forgave him for the window.
"Come on, lass. It was an accident. I really am sorry." He purred, letting his accent thicken slightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Look at me. Ya can't stay made at something this pretty."
"As long as I don't look at you, I can stay infuriated as long as I damn well please." You grumbled. Eyes tightly closed and covered by your arm. Just encase Connor got any bright ideas to rip the blanket off you.
Connor sighed. Moving so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of your covered neck. His arm snaked over your waist and he gently squeezed you against him. "I'll make it up to ya. How about a coffee date?"
"At 2am?! I'll be up for the rest of the morning! No." You snapped.
"I'll read you a bedtime story." Connor suggested. A cocky smile stretching his lips. "Sing you a lullaby in Gaelic? Come on, lass. Give me something. I feel really bad about what I just did."
You sighed. Stretching out the moment of silence just to torture him. But after a few seconds, you threw back the blanket and gave Connor one of your most venomous glares your tired mind could bring up. "Why are you here, Connor? You know I have a rule about being woken up after midnight."
"I know. I know. And I am sorry, but I needed to ask a human a question. And you're the only human that answers my weird questions seriously and without judgement." Connor seemed to perk up now you were out from under the blanket. Which, and you'd hate to admit it out loud since you're trying to be stern with him, was too adorable for a grown 400 year old Vampire to be.
You turned to lay on your back, giving Connor your attention and also to cuddle somewhat into his chest. "Fine. What do you want to know?"
"I heard from a Plague Doctor that Humans have enough bacteria in you to weigh around four pounds. Is that true?" Connor's eyebrows tweaked in a way that only added to how childish he looked. Like a toddler asking how the moon phases worked or why the sun goes down every day.
You were caught off guard by the question. Why on earth would a Plague Doctor know that? And why was Connor even with Plague Doctor?? "I, uh, I actually don't know. Let me look it up." You reached over to your phone and opened it up. Tapping away and clicking on various sites that came up. You read them quickly, mostly breezing through the words until something caught your interest. As much as Connor was capable of looking this up himself, you knew he also liked sharing knowledge with you. It was half the reason why he brought really weird questions to you. And also, you were sure he just wanted to excuse to come see you.
"Ah, ok. So, what I can tell, we just have a shit-ton of bacteria. A few sites say the amount could collectively weight a few pounds if put all together. And apparently we have more bacteria cells than Human cells. Huh, the more you know." You said, glancing up to look at Connor. Who was also reading over your shoulder at what was on the small screen.
"So, the Doctor wasn't wrong. But neither really right." Connor murmured.
"I mean, he could be right. Also, who is this Plague Doctor? I didn't think they still exist." You asked with interest. Lowering your phone so Connor's crimson gaze had to focus on you. Your flight or fight reflex kicked in motion for a moment as his red pupils fixed on you. It was a common thing with him. And it still made you feel guilty to remember how you use to cower under his gaze because of his predatory gaze. Thankfully, it wasn't so bad now.
"An old fart who still wears the freaky bird masks. We got talkin', he's my supplier for O type blood. Makes it easy so when I'm lazy I can just call him up." You rolled your eyes but nodded. Attempting to go back to reading, only to be suddenly crush under a certain Vampire who decided to drape himself ontop of you. He caught your phone as it was slapped out of your hands. Carefully placing it down on the bedside table before turning his gaze back to you. A cheeky smile played along his lips and you couldn't help but feel a little flustered under this circumstance.
"Connor, what are you doing?" You asked. Pretending not to feel a little giddy with the Vampire leaning over you.
"Gettin' comfortable." He replied. Winking down at you before he moves his arms under your back to properly hold you. Then, he shoves his face against your bare neck. Pressing a gentle kiss there before nuzzle just under your jawline.
You smiled and shook your head. Allowing your arms to wrap around him and trail idly along his back. Scratching between his shoulder-blades and scraping the strands of hair above his neck. Connor shivered with a soft whimper of delight. He was much like a puppy. Loved attention, and loved getting scratched along his back.
"Is this the other reason you broke my window tonight?" You asked, holding a small bit of irritation to the snarkiness in your voice. Connor huffed softly. Reluctantly pulling his lips away from your neck to properly look down at you.
"I really am sorry about the window, lass." Connor pouted. Eyebrows dipping in a guilt ridden expression. Lips pursed in a way that made him look like he was about to cry. All while his fingers gently brushed along your cheeks. Tucking your hair behind your ear and tickling soft skin of your shoulders. You groaned heavily and held his face in your hands.
"Stop using that damned adorable face! I forgive you! You're fine, but seriously. Did you come here to cuddle?"
Connor nodded and buried his face back into your neck. His arms flexed for a moment, giving you a tight embrace before releasing you. "Yes. I'm needy and clingy. I need cuddles or I get grumpy." The Irishman grumbled. The soft tickle of his voice against your neck made you giggle. And you couldn't help but squeeze him back. "That's fine. Just next time, don't tap against the window. I'm like a goldfish. I get startled easily." 
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thepenultimateword · 2 years
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Short Prompt #62
“You have the loveliest eyes,” A crooned, sliding into the seat beside B.
B shot them a dry look, angling their eyepatch in the dim bar light.
“Well, eye,” the annoyance corrected.
It only took about 3 seconds to identify their type. Peeking eyeteeth, hungry predator stare, corpse pale skin. Vampire. Not old school. Undead usually stuck to threads from their own era, and A’s lack of a waistcoat and cravat meant they were at least from this century.
B flicked up their collar and ducked the hole in their cheek into their jacket. “Why are you talking to me?”
“Pardon?”
“What’s your deal? Your friends dare you to come over or something? Trying to get a closer look? Yes, my skin really is this blue. No, pieces of myself don’t actively fall off. And no, I’m not going to tell you the story of my ‘undeath.’”
The vampire held their hands out in front of them. “Woah, fists down, sunshine.” They settled in firmer. “Do people really ask those sorts of things?”
“What? You’ve never been asked that before?” It came out a little more sarcastic than B had intended, and despite themselves, a bit of guilt edged in on the perpetually ravenous ache in their gut. It wasn’t the vampire’s fault they were a more fortunate undead than they were, the sort people ogled and romanticized and begged to come near—even at the risk of something dangerous.
But it was still infuriating.
Who did they think they were? Coming up here with their looks and their cheesy lines, thinking B would just fall all over themselves to bask in their attention. They weren’t stupid; they knew what was really happen—
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought you were cute and wanted to talk to you.”
B gaped, forgetting too late to keep their chin tucked down. Surely they’d seen the hole, and all the teeth within, but for some reason A didn’t cringe.
That wasn’t actually possible right? People didn’t get romantic about their sort of dead. It was too messy, too ugly, too unstable. This was still a set up. Just like B had suspected. It had to be.
“Forgive me for not buying that…but I’m not buying that.”
They moved to turn back to their drink, but suddenly the vampire’s face was right in front of theirs. If anyone had lovely eyes, it was them, a deep molten amber that rippled in the light.
“We can go somewhere more private if you like,” they said, flickers of fangs showing through their sultry smile. “Just you and me. Would that prove my intentions?”
“Not really,” B said flatly.
A long sigh dogged the end of the vampire’s chuckle. After a moment, they held out their hand. “Come with me anyway? For spontaneity’s sake?”
B stared. And stared. And stared. Until they’d committed the glossy black tips of those slender-fingered nail points to memory. They supposed it really couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like a vampire could hurt them, not physically, and they were already prepared for the worst, so they should be emotionally sound too.
“Fine,” they said, accepting A’s hand.
People said a vampire’s skin was cold as ice, but temperature wasn’t really something B’s body recognized anymore. They’d been used to it for a long time, but for some reason in this instant, the lack of sensation hit them like a tidal wave. Soaking them in long past wants and wishes they’d thought successfully and deeply entombed.
They were probably going to regret this.
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thatphantomtroupelady · 6 months
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~Flipped Coins~
-Darkness & Delusion-
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Kurapika is alone when he wakes up, a dull ache in his throat. He never sleeps with the lights off, yet it is pitch-dark. The bed feels different- softer. He's not where he's supposed to be.
With a jolt, he sits up, blind hands searching around for a lamp. There's none. Where is he?
Slowly, he feels his way off the bed. The carpet is cool under his bare feet and Kurapika shudders. A step forward and his feet brush across something. His socks and shoes. He puts them on quickly, before attempting to survey the rest of he room.
The walls are cool and even- worse- they are solid. As he paces the boundary of the room, his hands reach the doorknob. Locked.
"Fuck." Kurapika curses under his breath. His brain is foggy, a headache pulsing beneath his temples- and the claustrophobia is not helping.
With a huff, he attempts to gather his aura. Nothing. He tries again. Nothing.
Huh?
One more attempt confirms his fears- he's either in the middle of a really awful nightmare or he has actually lost his nen. Shitshitshitshitshit.
Panicking now, he tries to kick open the door. Near the lock should work, right? Three more hard kicks and he succeeds, the lock finally submitting to his force.
A bedroom. Lavish wooden furniture with tastefully placed decorations- enchanting red accentuating the brown shades. But what catches his eye the most is the man sitting on the bed, legs stretched out with a thick hard-cover book on the lap. The casual attire should suggest an equally ordinary character- yet the raven hair and cross tattoo-
Kurapika's breath hitches, fists curling as wild red takes over his eyes- far more captivating than any of the red in the room, Chrollo's smirk seems to say. Chrollo. Chrollo.
"How the fu-"
"Language, Kurapika." The man gently smooths the sheets next to him. "Sit down."
"No, you- you- what the hell did you do to my nen?" Kurapika grits out, words already souring in his mouth. How could he have ever let-
"Didn't I just tell you to sit down?" Chrollo raises an eyebrow and the sheer authority- audacity- in his tone nearly makes Kurapika flinch.
"As if you'll answer my questions if I sit down-"
"I will."
"I don't even need you to answer my questions." Kurapika spits out, taking a hit at collecting his aura once more. His stupid aura just keeps floating around mindlessly, refusing to respond to even the strongest of his wills.
"Is that so?" Chrollo's face remains a mask of serenity. "I won't answer your questions then, and you may keep standing as you please."
This infuriating bastard. "What the fuck do you want?"
"You." Chrollo chuckles, a soft haunting sound.
"Fuck you." Kurapika stifles a shudder. Why is he even just standing here? A wave of bloodlust from the monster in front of him and his question is answered. Unhelpfully, his brain supplies- You don't stand a chance. Yet he wants to tear him apart. Kill him, his insides scream.
He has to calm down. He needs to. What would Leorio do in this situation?
With a glare thrown in his general direction, Kurapika walks over to the annoyingly inviting armchair next to the bed and sits down- only a few uncomfortable feet away from the monster. "Talk."
Chrollo can't help but play with the young man in front of him. "Didn't you just tell me you didn't need my answers?"
The chain user takes a deep steadying breath. "Yes. I don't need them. I want them. Now-"
"Of course," Chrollo continues his game nonchalantly, "an important distinction." After a tense pause from his companion, he adds. "Continue."
"Why do you have me here?"
"Well..." Chrollo rests his chin atop his hand, leaning forward. "... I got quite bored of staring at lifeless eyes and thought, why not begin to appreciate the living specimen-" His heart pounds faster as the kurta's eyes glow an even brighter shade of red.
"Why, you-"
"I'm not done yet." Chrollo directs another wave of bloodlust at him, restraining any possible movements. "In simple words, you're here to be my slave."
The statement hits him like a truck of brick, leaving a storm of nausea behind. "What?"
"Slave, Kurapika. You will be my slave- whether you like it or not. I'd recommend the former, it'd make things easier after all."
"You- you bastard. You're fucking delusional-"
"Am I now?" With a terrifying grace and an equally suffocating bloodlust, Chrollo gets off the bed. Taking slow deliberate steps, he walks over to the immobilized kurta.
Before Kurapika can break out of his shock, Chrollo grabs him up by the collar and shoves him against the nearest wall. The blood-red wallpaper presses against his back and he only has the time to utter out a soft 'no', before- before-
Kurapika's mind shatters as Chrollo leans forward into a kiss, assaulting his senses with the heavy perfume and bloodlust he wears. If he hates me so much, why would he-
"Who's delusional now, Kurapika?"
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rockingrobin69 · 7 months
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Arshole to arsehole violence
Malfoy is long silences and twitchy fingers. He never smiles, but doesn’t always scowl anymore, and he doesn’t speak, although Harry hears him practice sometimes. At night when everyone else is asleep. Slow, scratchy notes from behind the bathroom door. He probably does it in front of the mirror, watches the thick lump of his tongue barely move behind his chapped lips. Harry sure does stare at it a lot. Finds himself picturing Malfoy’s mouth even when he isn’t looking.
Malfoy is turtlenecks and socks. It’s roasting hot inside the house and he’s always covered, as if on principle. Sometimes Harry wants to shout: we know, all right, we all know about the mark, and we know about the scars, and we fucking know, so cut it out already. His socks are unerringly straight and perpetually black. Sometimes Harry wonders how he knows to match them if they’re all the bloody same. Finds himself thinking, what if they are both left-feet right now, and how would he even know?
Malfoy is infuriating eyerolls and sort-of funny sighs. For someone who reportedly hasn’t said a word in however-many years he’s one expressive wanker. Harry, dunno, kind of likes it when Malfoy’s eyebrow arches and he instantly knows what that means. Likes that they get to look at each other when the adults are being arseholes and know, immediately, that Malfoy sees it too.
Malfoy is petty and cranky, is sarcasm and impatience, is angry, all the time, anger-anger non-stop every minute of every hour of every day. He sleeps as badly as Harry and he eats even worse and he’s constantly walking around like it’s everyone else’s fault, and he’s determined to make them pay. Harry… yeah. Harry can’t say he’s so different after all.
It’s weird that they’re not kids anymore. Harry’s so used to having to prove himself, to fight for a seat at the table, that he still does it subconsciously, and sometimes even for Malfoy’s sake. Not because—it’s not that he trusts him. It’s not that Malfoy did one useful thing for them ever since the big one. But it’s them against Molly and Albus, against mum and Moody. It’s them versus them, and Harry, uncomfortably, got used to the new world order. There’s always a lot of getting used to and discomfort. There’s always a lot of shit, and now Malfoy lives here.
Sometimes Harry says mean things to him just for the practice. Like ‘What happened, wolf got your tongue?’ or ‘better for everyone if you were just dead’ or ‘off my fucking bed, Malfoy, it’s mine, get off’. Sometimes even that isn’t enough and he says really, really nasty stuff, like, ‘is that why they didn’t want you at Grimmauld anymore?’ and watch with satisfaction as all the colour drains out of Malfoy’s face and the way he sort of, crumples into himself, goes small-small-small until the sour patch in the base of Harry’s throat throbs. It’s usually enough to drag something terrible out of him, a truly wild revenge the sort Harry can only dream of: Malfoy is creative and fucking diabolical. Harry thinks that’s when they get along best—when they’re being as cruel as bloody possible, when they break everything around to the tiniest bits and devour it ravenously, choke on it.
The part about Grimmauld stings him too. That they didn’t want him there either. That the fucking Marauders who thought they were so cool and good and dangerous chose Malfoy of all people to crash with them for all that time and didn’t even let Harry come visit.
What’s so special about Malfoy, anyway? Apart from the not-talking and the pacing around like a cat in a cage, apart from how he’s always so fucking serious and nippy and oh-so alert. Apart from the arch of his calves and the way his neck goes just about forever, and the shell of his ear and the tilt of his lips. How he leans on walls and every single doorway, how he breathes real deep and the look in his eyes. How he climbs in Harry’s bed and refuses to leave, just, refuses, stretching and moaning until Harry has no choice but to give up. Malfoy’s a slut and Harry’s so into it that he can hardly speak sometimes. Maybe that’s why Malfoy’s really quiet, and not the whole tongue thing. It’s been years and he should have got a lot better by now.
Maybe that’s the thing that drives Harry mad (he means, the most, more than the rest of it). Malfoy should have been fucking over it, the way all the others seem to be, Ron and Gin and Hermione and Dean and Neville. But he’s like Harry, like that. Bitter. Not better.
Malfoy is mostly a riddle and a curse. And a distraction, sometimes, in the brand-spanking-new world everyone seems so excited about, and a co-conspirator and a nemesis number two. He’s pathetic, and gorgeous, the sexiest thing Harry’s ever seen with both eyes, and just enough of a wet-cat to high-kick all the right places in Harry’s belly. Harry can’t stand him and wants him, badly, worse than he’s ever wanted anything: and has him, has him, clasped so tight he’s gagging, and begging for Harry’s hands to go tighter still. He’s a slut for pain and Harry is too, he’s a maniac and Harry is worse, he’s beyond repair and Harry is—ha—he’s the rat and Harry’s the trap, he's the parasite to Harry’s host, he’s the sickness to his blood and the only thing that matters.
Malfoy is here, which is all of it in a nut shell. And Harry won’t let go.
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I feel mildly bad about not answering those asks yet BUT I've been really busy so I'm just gonna leave some old drabbles and other stuff I've collected here
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"There is nothing in any vex simulation or psion prediction that could keep me from being a thorn in the side of existence"
-YW, after coming back from the dead, in some probable AU I'll never write
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“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. But, I’ll be fine, you can-” They hug him tighter as he starts to push away from them.
…They aren’t letting him go, are they?
“...Guardian,” he warns, “Put me down. Now.”
They only let out a garbled hum in response, perfectly happy to squeeze the life out of him.
“We do not have time for this- I will stab you, let-”
“You and what army, old man?” Even through the layers of harsh static, the smug edge to the Young Wolf’s voice was abundantly clear to anyone listening. They were as infuriating and stubborn as ever.
And Saint and that flamboyant Cloudstrider were not helping.
“We- We have work to do, you can show your affections later- Saint! Stop laughing!”
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Crow: Why does The Guardian call you babygirl?
Sam Moleyn: how about we stop talking for awhile
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Ann, banging on the door: Guys! I need you to hide me! Noble, ushering her in: Ann, what happened?! Ann: G! I spilled bleach on their cloak- Noble, pushing her back out: Not a chance. You’re on your own. Ann: Wait- They’ll kill me-! Noble, slamming the door: Goodbye.
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Wolf: STOP IT Wolf: STOP TALKING ABOUT BEING POSSESSED Ghost: i’m free real estate Wolf: YOU ARE NOT FREE REAL ESTATE-
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Crow: How do I get revenge? Ann: I am legally obliged to tell you ‘forgiveness’. Crow: Guardian, how do I get revenge? Ruin, “Godslayer”: I am also legally obliged to say ‘forgiveness’, but you- Noble, putting his hand over their mouth: I’m gonna stop you right there.
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ALSO SOME LORE
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Wolf is canonically a little shit but also terrifying. You love to see it
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Ann: Let’s apologize on the count of 3. Phyra: I didn’t do anythin- Ann: 1… 2… 3. Phyra: Ann: Ann: see, now I’m just disappointed in both of us Phyra: intense glaring
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"In the Age of Triumph, in the final battle, when the light began to wane, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, their soul blistered by the fires of hell and tainted beyond redemption, they choose the path of perpetual torment. In their ravenous hatred, they found no peace; and with fiery conviction, they scoured the Ascendant realms, seeking vengeance against the dark Disciples who wronged them. They wore the crown of the Iron Lords, and those that tasted the bite of their sword named them... The Young Wolf."
i don't know what i was on for this one, but I rediscover it every once in awhile and alter it a bit
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"He's all they've been thinking about, but he's going to have to get used to their absence. The flat will be quiet. The Tower, normal... Their bed, empty.
It's how things must be.
Things could be different in another life, perhaps.
But not this one.
They have to go, one day soon."
-on Crow-YW angst about Wolf's predicted death.
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