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GERALT OF RIVIA + HIS CAPE | ‘THE WITCHER’

SEASON TWO EPISODE ONE: A GRAIN OF TRUTH

Chapter 30: The Arrival

A/N: This was inspired by Laszlo’s love of opera and my thought on what if he fell for an opera singer. Multi chapter. Canon divergence, there is no Mary Palmer here (I loved Mary and Laszlo, so I don’t feel like I could have her here and have him be with another woman). A mix of show and book canons. No Y/N, OC named Evelina Lind, face claim is Phoebe Dynevor. I am sorry I am a day late, my computer was acting up and this week a a tad busy but in a good way. Guys, there is only one more chapter to go, I can’t believe it, can you?!

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32029150/chapters/91669480

Pairing:  Laszlo Kreizler x Fem OC!

Summary: The last thing Laszlo Kreizler ever expected while investigating the death of children was to fall in love, and with an opera singer no less!

Warnings: Age gap, talks about complications, seggsy prego times, brief angst, but much fluff!

Sara nudged John and carefully they looked over at Laszlo and Stevie, but in particularly Laszlo, who looked like a lovesick boy watching Evelina, as she gave a heartfelt aria for the final show. To the unaware, Evelina looked just as she did when she returned from her honeymoon, thanks to the expertise of Mrs. Vidal, as well as timing, since Evelina was only really started to show. The seasons subtly changed from warm August to cool September, time seemed to have flown as Laszlo watched as Evelina’s belly subtly grow, and it really started to sink into everyone that this was really happening. He spent every day worrying that something would go wrong during her run, and he attended each performance in case he had to be there, and as they gave their final curtain call, Laszlo was able to breathe with ease.

Javier Peña x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, praise kink, choking, dom Javi, unprotected sex, public-ish sex, car sex, kind of a caught-in-the act situation.

A/N: Javi be unprofessional with me

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He holds onto your hips, his ragged breaths huffing out above you as he eases himself back inside. It sparks a wild pleasure inside you, restraining your gasp with your own palm while the other presses up against the side of the car. It rests flat against the car’s interior wall as he rocks into you, keeping you from bumping your head as he gradually picks up speed.

The liquid suck of it, of your unprofessional actions playing out in the backseat of his car, it’s making your face flush red. It’s loud, much louder than it should be considering the current setting. Any one of your coworkers could walk over, peer inside the vehicle and see the scene unfolding before them. It makes your heart race, your pleasure growing with each harsh shove Javier gives. Every single thrust fills you fully, sliding in down to his base before retracting and somehow punching even deeper on the next.

“Fuck,” you his, closing your eyes as you lick your lower lip.

Each shove of his rigid cock rubs against every deep part inside, every little spot that begs to be touched. His tac vest rubs violently over your barely-clothed chest, the buttons of your blouse ripped open so he can watch your tits bounce beneath your bra.