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MENTALITY OF THE HEART [ An ORIGINAL FICTION]

Original Characters [WMBW ORIGINAL ROMANCE FICTION]

Rating: 16+

Author: Lynnetty L. Mubanga (AKA Lee (me🤭) )

#MATERIALIST

SYNOPSIS: Alice Monroe, At the age of 25, found herself working at the largest psychiatric hospital in the city, where her skills and dedication were highly valued.

Despite her young age, she had earned the respect of her colleagues for her professionalism and unwavering commitment to her patients. However, not everyone was quick to acknowledge her talents. Some older male colleagues dismissed her as inexperienced, while women of all ages admired her for breaking barriers in a male-dominated field.

Though she exuded confidence and competence in her professional life, Alice's personal life was a stark contrast. With a bubbly personality and a caring nature, she often found herself struggling to maintain boundaries with her patients, especially those who appealed to her maternal instincts. This had earned her the nickname "Mother Nature" among her friends, a label she wore with a mixture of pride and exasperation.

On the other side of the spectrum was Alexander Dante Bianchi, a 29-year-old Italian billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics and his irresistible charm. Women swooned over him, while men envied his power and charisma.

Despite his outward image of success and confidence, Alexander harbored a dark secret that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed facade. He battled with a severe mental disorder that he kept hidden from the world, fearing the repercussions of revealing his vulnerability.

When fate brought Alice and Alexander together, it was a collision of two worlds that could not have been more different. As his newly appointed personal psychiatrist.

Despite their differences, they found themselves drawn to each other in ways they could not explain. The line between professional duty and personal temptation began to blur, leading them down a path they never expected.

Would they succumb to the fire burning between them, or would they resist the inevitable pull of their hearts?

CHAPTER WARNING SYMBOLS⤵️

♠︎\♤= Disturbing Trigger Content\ Mild Trigger Content

♥︎\♡= Smut\ Mild Smut

◆\◇= Extreme Violence\ Mild Violence (Anything that leads to such)

♣︎\♧= Little To No Warnings\ No Warnings (Safe)

♠︎INDEX♠︎

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHANGER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

More to come...

PEDRO PASCAL and DAKOTA JOHNSON on the set of ‘Materialists’

i hate him i hate him i hate him

HELLO? I'm melting, this is perfection!!!

excuse me in advance for being horny but thinking about javier peña eating you out on his desk 😌😌

okay anon

you sent this at a good time for me because what if it's older javier peña and what if he's in this little getup right here

and what if he's spent the day in meetings on the other side of town, praying for them to wrap up early so he can see you?

cw: pussy eating, because javi doesn't get to do that enough

but they don't wrap up early. they go on and on and on, one after another, mind-numbing bureaucratic bullshit he can't for the life of him care about no matter how important they might be because he wants to see you. he needs to see you.

last night he'd had you backed you up against filing cabinets in a dark corner after hours; kissed you so hard he'd smeared that pretty red lipstick all over your chin. he'd wanted more--you'd wanted more--but his cell phone rang just as his tongue met the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pulling him away from the soft velvet of your skin.

he books it back to the office on the off-chance that you're still there past 5, but your desk is as empty as everyone else's. he tries to swallow his bitter disappointment.

he pulls his jacket off and sulks his way back to his office, flipping on the lights and startling himself when he sees you sitting on his desk and swinging your legs back and forth as you greet him.

"hi, javi."

javier shudders at the way you purr his name. no one else calls him javi. it's always mr. peña, agent peña, javier--you're not so formal. his reputation never impressed you like it seems to impress everyone else. you treat him like any other man, like he has something to prove.

"evening, bonita," he says. he draws himself up, chest out and shoulders back, putting on that slow swagger the girls always seem to like. you raise your eyebrow, but he sees the way your lips part and your pupils dilate, even in the low light. you spread your legs just wide enough for him slot his narrow hips between your thighs.

"you have a good day?" you murmur, tilting your head and looking up at him through your lashes. something softens inside of him--he thinks you really want to know. he wants to tell you, too, but not right now. right now he can feel his pants growing tighter, his cock twitching against his jeans.

"mmhmm," he says, pulling off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his button up. your fingers make gentle circles around his forearms, rubbing against his skin like you just can't help but feel him. he doesn't elaborate, just kneels in front of you, smirking at the little gasp you let out.

javier runs his hands up and down your calves as he gently pushes your legs apart, sucking in when he sees you're not wearing panties under than little business casual skirt. "where's the rest of your clothes, baby?" he teases. you lean back on his desk and his cock throbs as you narrow your eyes at him. he groans and shoves your skirt up your hips, exposing your wet, needy cunt. "gonna let me eat this little pussy?"

you nod fervently, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. he kisses up, up, up your right thigh, skimming over your lips and making his way back down your left. you wiggle in grip, and he thinks of making you wait more, but you're dripping onto his desk, and saliva's pooling in his mouth.

"please, javi," you whisper, and he can't possibly say no to you. he spreads you apart with his thumbs, just to get a good, long look. you writhe in front of him and he growls at the arousal leaking from your softly clenching hole. he chuckles at the soft whine you let out.

"all right, baby, all right. c'mere," he soothes, pulling you to the edge of the desk and throwing your legs over his shoulders. he presses his whole face into your cunt, licking a long, solid strip up to your clit. you try to lift your hips, but he lays his forearm over your belly to hold you in place.

if he had you in a bed, somewhere private, he'd take his time. but right now he has one goal, and that's to get you to come all over his face before someone found the two of you. the noises you're making are too loud, but he needs to hear them. he'll just have to be quick.

he tries to remember the last time he had something so fucking warm and wet and soft in his mouth, the last time he felt dizzy from someone's scent. you're intoxicating, and he can feel his cock pulsing in his jeans as you cry out his name. he moans loudly into your cunt, unable to contain himself. you feel so fucking good. it doesn't take long. he wishes it took longer. you fall apart on his tongue, whimpering and shaking as he laps up every last drop.

"javi," you breathe, barely back to reality. "fuck me, baby, please."

he shouldn't. he shouldn't fuck you here, on his desk, where anyone could find you. he shouldn't.

~ sorry if this is trash i wrote it in a fugue state ok bye

He looks so skinny, but those shoulders just keep shoulderin’

That urge to gnaw my own arm off is back 🤷🏻‍♀️🫠

I keep trying to leave this fandom and he keeps showing up looking like this

LEAVE ME ALONE

He has no right

Pedro Pascal | On the set of 'Materialists' in New York City | May 08, 2024

Oh my god. Like enough is enough. I keep thinking he’s going to start losing his appeal, but nope!

I’m breathless…this one is hot, he doesn’t even need to try hard or pose 🔥

Has anybody thought that we might actually get a sex scene out of this movie…🥹

Pedro filming his new movie

So right. This man can do both so well. Hard to say which is my favorite. This t shirt is definitely doing those biceps favors though

That picture of pedro leaning against the car on the materialists set almost fucking kills me every time I see it. Like, what is it about that picture specifically?? I have no idea!!! But every time I see it my pussy quite literally quivers.

Also he looks so fucking good in that coke shirt. A prime example of Get You A Man Who Can Do Both. I honestly have the softest spot for him in worn in t shirts and rumpled looking, but these materialist shots have got me in a tizzy.

i mean it's borderline obscene. the knee pop? the slutty hand on the waist? the furrowed brow? leaning on his $200k car? i would trust him with my life i think

and then in the same damn day! THIS delightful smiley dork! i'm also living for him in his casual clothes with his hair all done up 🥰 the prettiest man to ever, i fear

Help.

Per lasts nights stoned convo with Vee, I want to bite Pedro’s bicep like a chicken wing! I don’t eat chicken, but I would eat his wing and dip it in barbecue sauce and ranch!

See how easy it is to just be ✨normal✨weird?

And what? You just expect me to be normal after seeing these???????

Nooo the bicep curving like that is my favourite pls free me from the shackles✋😫🤚