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rumils · 5 months
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first scare of halloween: insomnia
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coqvttes · 5 months
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୨୧― KINKTOBER: ❝DOLLED UP!❞ ― CARLOS O.
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― ꒰ CORRUPTION ✰ KINKTOBER M.LIST ꒱ ―
୨୧˚ synopsis: after making you wait nearly two months to lose your virginity, you surprise him in lingerie that you know he can't resist corrupting you in.
୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, virginity loss, lingerie, p in v, petnames, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!carlos, creampie, teasing, fingering, spitting, some aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything!
୨୧˚ wc: 2k (my bad lol this is not proof-read)
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its been nearly two months since you've been with carlos. everything has been wonderful, but the only problem is that you're a virgin, and he still hasn't fucked you yet. you know he is the one, but you just can't bring yourself to ask him properly. you've hinted at him, but he brushes it off. he just doesn't want to make you feel like he's forcing it on you because you're not ready. being faint-hearted didn't help either; you were too shy to ask him, and you've had to make do with what he'd give you. lingering touches, messy kisses, and filthy words that all but led to nothing. he'd claim it was too early or that you weren't ready yet, and you'd just nod, too meek to protest.
but now, you don't think you can wait any longer as you plop down on your bed, your eyes boring into the ceiling. you turn your head to the side, and your gaze averts to the pretty white lacey lingerie set sitting on your duvet that you had bought just for carlos. a little surprise for him. but you'd never had the chance to wear it for him because you weren't ready? well, now you are, so you pick up your phone to dial his number, and he picks up after a couple rings.
"carlossss, can you over? pleeeease?" you whine, lying on your tummy on your soft bed. you kick your feet up on the bed as you plead with him. you can hear his smile as he speaks.
"sure, baby, what's up?" you heart aches as you hear his gruff voice from the other side of the phone. gosh, you're so needy, you start to feel wet from just hearing him.
"mmm, nothing, just miss you and i wanna show you something.." you know, if you tell him your true intentions, he'll probably protest.
"show me something, huh? you’re so cute. what have you been up to too, hm, princess?" he teases, completely oblivious to your little surprise waiting for him. you let out a soft, mischievous giggle.
"it's a surprise! you have to come over to see ittt."
"alright alright, i'll see you in 30? try not to miss me too much, hm? i know it's hard," he chuckles, and you can't help but grin and roll your eyes.
"don't be too long."
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it's been around 20 minutes, and you're all dolled up in the set, kneeling on the bed, anxiously waiting for him. your eyes are trained on the doorway, excitement coursing through your body. you wonder how he'll react and what he'll say. you're snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the front door open, and you recognize his heavy footsteps as he makes his way to your bedroom.
as the door swings open, his breath hitches, and he freezes at the doorway of the bedroom, gawking at you as you sit prettily in the middle of the bed. there you were. dolled up in a gorgeous white lacey set, barely covering anything, and you just looked so adorable in it.
“fuck, baby—“ he can’t bring himself to finish his sentence as he stares at your tits that are practically spilling out of the skimpy bra you wear. your innocent doe eyes gazing right back into his own, nervously.
“do you like it?" your voice is quiet and meek; his heart melts at your question, and he can’t even find the right words to say. you reach out a hand to him, desperate to be close to him, and he finds himself moving closer to you instinctively.
“i love it, baby. i love you,” he says, walking closer until he stands at the foot of the bed. he takes your hand and pulls you close. leaning down, he presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you moan into his mouth, your other hand moving up to grasp his hair. kissing carlos always leaves you breathless. the way his lips capture yours just perfectly, the way his stubble tickles your soft face, and the way his hand slides up to cup your cheek tenderly. he pulls away from you with a smile on his face.
“i’m ready, carlos, wan’ you to make love to me." you whisper. his breath hitches at your words, and suddenly you're helping him tug his cargos down. he pulls his compression shirt over his head and drops it onto the bedroom floor. the matress dips slightly with the weight of him as he rests one knee on the bed. carlos then reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, and he slips it off of you. a shy blush adorns your face as you reveal yourself to him for the first time. he lowers his head to press gentle kisses over your tits, and you both moan in unison when his warm tongue glides over your sensitive bud. your fingers tangle in his hair, pushing him into your chest desperately.
"you're so beautiful," he says, leaning up to kiss you once more.
he grins against your lips as his hand slowly slides up your inner thigh. he then toys with the band of your lacy panties before sliding them to the side. he backs up and lowers himself on the bed so you can feel his hot breath on your glistening cunt. he leans in, and you think he's going to kiss your heat, but instead, he spits on it! bringing his rough palm to cup your wet cunt, you let out a pathetic whimper. you must be so needy for him, he thinks. he gathers up your arousal before pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you, groaning at how wet your cunt is. you feel yourself instantly weaken as his fingers enter you. from all the sensitivity that had been building up, your back arches off the bed, your head falling back into the pillows. a grin adorns his features, and as he watches your every reaction, he curls his thick fingers inside of your cunt before pumping them in and out of you in a slow rhythm, hitting the spot inside of you that makes your vision blur and your jaw hang open.
"mmm! faster!" you whine, writhing in the sheets, desperate for release.
"say please, princess."
"please!" you plead, glossy eyes gazing down at him. how could he deny you when you begged him like that? his calloused thumb gently rubs at your bud in circular motions, further stimulating you, and you feel your release wash over you in an instant, your thighs trembling violently as you mewl out his name. as you come down from your high you catch him staring at you in awe.
gosh, he's not even sure if you're really that innocent with the way you’re testing his patience right now. he's trying his hardest not to pin you down and fuck you completely dumb with the way your finger rests on your plump bottom lip. the way you rub your legs together. and the way you give him those pretty "fuck me" eyes. maybe its because you've been needing him for so long. depraved of his touch. but it doesn't matter because he loves it. and he's going to show you just how much he does.
and before you know it, he’s nudging the tip of his throbbing dick against your overstimulated, slick entrance. your mouth drops open slightly when you gasp at the stretch as he pushes his length inside your warmth. struggling cunt barely being able to swallow all of him as your grip on his muscular bicep tightens and your brows furrow. he sinks his entire length in with a low groan and notices your discomfort before he coos.
"shit, baby, it will feel good soon, i promise." you nod and he starts building up a good pace, pushing himself in and out of you sensually, grinding against your clit a few times to make you feel good.
he lifts your legs for you with his palm resting on the underside of your thighs for a better angle. the pleasure begins to replace the harsh sting of the stretch, and you try to suppress your needy moans by covering your mouth with your palm. but carlos has none of it, and he pulls away your arm, pinning it next to your head.
"let me hear you, doll."
he then makes it his mission to draw out all of your gorgeous noises by pounding into you faster and harder. as he picks up the pace, you can't bring yourself to be quiet anymore, and soon soft whimpers and mewls spill from your lips, and he swears he's never heard prettier sounds. his gaze is now fixated on the way your cunt keeps sucking him back in. what a lewd sight.
"is it too rough, sweetheart?" he asks, as he quickly remembers that this is indeed your first time, not wanting to go too hard on you because he knows it must hurt. you shake your head and slide your hand up to his cheek.
"i-i like it-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as you feel him hit a particular spot inside you that has your mind going numb. wanton moans spill from your pretty lips as his hips snap against yours; the sweat rolling down his abs makes him look like a god right now, and you just want to kiss him so badly.
"kiss me," you whimper, hands clinging to his broad shoulders for support. your needy lips beg to feel his as he lets out a soft chuckle before leaning down to press his lips to yours. he pours his passion out for you into the kiss, and you whimper into his mouth, tongues clashing against each other. when he pulls away, you find yourself breathless and your lips swollen. he continues to thrust into you, and your hands move up to grope on your soft tits, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. he nearly cums at the sight and replaces your hands with one of his own, further stimulating you as you start to feel overwhelmed by the pressure in your core.
"fuck, just like that, doll," he moans, feeling his release nearing as well. your wet heat clenches around him so perfectly that the momentary feeling causes a lapse in judgement, and he whispers in the heat of the moment.
“fuck, baby, shoulda fucked you sooner. gonna ruin you so bad, doll."
as if your body responds naturally to him, your mind goes blank, and your moans grow high-pitched as you feel the entire force of your release wash over you completely. he releases his grip on your thighs, and your legs close around his waist, pulling him flush against you, keeping him close as he releases inside of you, letting out a guttural moan. he drops his head to your shoulder and litters your collarbone with gentle kisses in contrast to his rough thrusts earlier.
"didn't go too hard on ya did i? how do you feel, hm? i know i'm good," he teases, pulling out of you slowly. wow, even after fucking your brains out, he remains cocky. but you love it and you shake your head at his words.
"thank you," you breathe out. he smiles as he's reaching for his briefs before pulling them on. he caresses your cheek tenderly.
"you don't need to thank me, gorgeous," he chuckles lightly before dissappearing into the bathroom and returning to you with a cloth.
"mm i love youuu," you say as he begins to clean you up, slipping off your panties and wiping you down with the slightly damp cloth.
"love you too, pretty girl," he says before snatching your slick-covered panties from the duvet and stuffing them in his pocket.
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wanghedi · 2 years
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Heelllo i am 2 secods away from . edible just hit btw. About to send winwin half conscious string of 60s long weibo voice message dms begging pleading implorin him to go back to way. V 薇神v if u will. Ik thats no the right wei but its not on first few chiices in pinyin ios im not goona go looking for it. Ik He adds nothing to wayv . Brings avg down even.. but idk.. i want to see wayv yunyun why cant he put his new carer on pause to do smth he sucks at For my happiness ☹️ nowi understad why ppl wantto text their ex when they r drunk btw
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dommyyryy · 1 month
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"Mommy please! Mommyyy pleeeease I need to cum!"
Mommy laughs, my begging is getting me nowhere. But there's not much I can do, my legs are forced apart by spreader bars and Mommy is between my legs holding a vibrator to my diaper.
"No cumming until you pee in your diaper." Mommy smirks. "I already told you the rules. You don't want to disobey me, do you baby?"
"N-no Mommy."
Mommy pulls the vibrator away from me and I pathetically wiggle in protest.
"Go." Mommy demands, "Now. If you wanna cum so bad, pee yourself for me."
"But Mommy, I-"
"Now."
I whimper softly as my bladder gives in and I fill my diaper. It's such a relief to let go, but that doesn't stop my cheeks from burning red and Mommy watches my diaper fill more and more.
"Good job baby! Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
I shake my head no, too embarassed to speak. Mommy laughs and presses the vibrator back on my now-soggy diaper.
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marleyybluu · 7 months
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Piercings
Spooky x f!reader
Word count: 925
Warnings: Spooky being a cute daddy, talks of piercings, brief description of a child's ear being pierced, tears from both baby and dad (lol), fluff, Spooky gets a lil freaky at the end. (had to), allusions to smut. reader is not race-coded, reader speaks/understands Spanish
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(not my gif. hes so fucking hot.)
“Spooky, baby, come on she’s six months. It’s easier to do it now, they say the pain won’t last as long.” You pouted at your husband. You’d been talking about piercings and earrings since you found out you were having a girl. Spooky hated it. Said you could just give her your moms old ass clip-ons and call it a day but you were not about to do your daughter like that. Plus you maaay have jumped the gun and bought lots of studs and little hoops for her.
Your husband scowled at you as he held the child in question in one hand and pushed the stroller with the other. “Pleeeease.” You begged. He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” He complied. “But I’m gonna be so pissed at you if something bad happens.” You rolled your eyes, you were sure she’d be fine. “She won’t even cry.”
“Have you seen her get a needle at the doctors? Yes she will.” He argued. But it was too late he already said yes and so you led them over to Claire’s. You browsed around until the piercer was done with her current client. Spooky smiled as his daughter’s tiny hands reached for the bow he was holding. “You already have too many bebita…. But what’s one more? Right?”
Spoiled.
While they were distracted you conversed with the piercer who assured you that the pain would be quick, she’d cry for a few seconds but she’d be completely fine after. “Yeah, try and tell my husband that. He might fight us both.” You joked. She laughed and shrugged. “All the dads are like that,” She leaned in to whisper. “Sometimes they cry more than the kids.”
Oh, you’d pay to see that.
“Just let me finish sanitizing every thing and I’ll get to you guys.”
“Alright, thanks.”
You wandered to find your little family, your daughter snug as a bug in her fathers big arms. You poked her side and she squirmed flashing you a toothless smile. “Are you ready, mi amor? We’re gonna make you look extra pretty.”
Spooky groaned. “Say Mommy I’ll always be pretty and that this idea is estúpido.” You flicked him on the back of his bald head."
"Stop teaching my child bad words."
He mocked you and flipped you off, you grabbed his finger, about to twist it off if you could but the piercer had called you guys over. You firmly planted your hand on his back and pushed him to the chair, he sat and glared at you. "Okay, so you'll sit her on your lap, one arm over her torso... like this..." She arranged his arm for him, "And hand... here." His large hand engulfing your child's head, she turned her small head to you and smiled again. "Are you ready?" You asked in your baby voice which always got her excited.
The piercer picked up her piercing gun, you cringed starting to remember what that felt like when you got your nose pierced so long ago. She gently picked up the small lobe of your daughter's ear and let it hang between the end of the earring that was jammed inside the white gun and the hole it would come through. You heard one quick click and your baby's smile turned into a frown, her tiny lip quivered and she blinked out a few tears. Her calm before the storm. Her head was turned away from you and the same thing happened, a fast click, and soon a wailing baby.
Your heart sank, maybe it was a bad idea. Your eyes met Spooky's, in them held sorrow for his baby and disdain towards you-- they were glossy and slowly reddening from his own incoming tears, he rested her head in his chest and bounced her up and down with a comforting pat on her back.
"Ohhh, mi bonita flor, I'm sorry. We're not talking to mommy anymore." He cooed kissing the top of her head. Your jaw dropped. "Oh, come oooon, Spooky."
No response. Just a look that could kill. You half-smiled. "I love you. Thank you."
He sucked his teeth and walked out of the store with your bawling baby.
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The silent treatment continued when you got home, even after your daughter calmed down and forgot the whole ordeal. You held her in your arms as she slept peacefully, milk drunk as usual. Her ruby earrings sparkled as they complimented her skin tone and face shape, you smiled drawing faint circles on her arm. You felt those warm brown eyes boring into the back of your skull.
"Still mad?" You mumbled turning toward him. "Yes." He huffed. You nodded your head at your baby. "Look how fucking cute she is. Just say I was right."
Spooky leaned over to get a better look at her, her small nose twitching in her sleep. He swooned resting his hand on her little leg. "Qué bonito. Ella es hermosa." (How cute. She is beautiful.)
"Exactly." You looked down at her. "Always knew we'd make some cute ass babies."
He delivered a soft kiss to your neck, his teeth nibbling at your skin and you could feel his smile against it. "Speaking of," He kissed the back of your ear. "When we gon' start trying for another."
You gasped as he pinched your thigh with his free hand. "Oscar Diaz!"
"I got my own milf walking around, you think I can control myself?" You playfully rolled and carefully eased off the couch so as not to wake your baby. "Let me put her in her crib."
"Yes!"
something quick cus i'm high asf and I've been seeing a lot of men crying when their daughters get their ears pierced and idk I just imagined spooky lmao couldn't think of a title but if yall come up with one and i like it I'll use it
if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are appreciated.
Peace and love see you in the next one✌🏾
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yzashaven · 8 months
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SCARAMOUCHE X CATGIRL SMUT PLSSS 😭😭😭
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FEATURING ! scaramouche x catgirl!reader
CONTENTS ! praising, horny reader that wants attention, bit of grinding, use of petnames kitten/kitty, darling, baby, reader wears a skirt, biting/love marks
NOTE ! i was gonna make this a normal nsfw fic but it's horny week so adding some extra spice just because i can <3 hope you enjoy! sweet fatui scara tho ALSOO first time writing for this kind of thing so hopefully i did this right 😭 not proofread i got lazy
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"please... scara ~" you plead to him for the nth time on your knees with those adorable eyes of yours. scaramouche has been busy for the past hour doing paperwork and reading through numerous report submissions, checking each one carefully. he sighed and looked at you, "can't you see i'm busy? what do you want?" your eyes lit up as he finally answered you. standing up as you lean closer to him, your tail wagging vigorously before speaking. "give me attention, i need you." you place your hands on the armrest of his chair. he chuckles and rubs your ears softly to which you purr at in response, "i told you i'm busy. you have to wait, kitten. be patient." you let out a whine at his words. you've been patient this whole time waiting for him to finish! "but i want it now...!" you shot back at him and he glares at you, "no. final answer." normally, you would've listened but you're just too needy for his attention and touch right now that even after he said those words you kept begging and pleading to him. "please, please, please? pretty pleeeease?" he sighs deeply, "pretty please with a cherry on top?" scaramouche looks at you and smiles, leaning back in his chair.
"come here, kitty." your ears perk up as he says that in a low voice and pats his lap, signaling for you to sit down.
he moves his chair back a bit to give space for you to make your way on the most comfortable sitting place ever, his lap. he has you face him with your legs on his sides. he places a hand on your hip gripping it tightly before pulling you closer to him and whispering directly into your ear. "you want me that much? you're soaking wet, baby, i can feel it right through these clothes." the tone of his teasing voice sends a shiver down your spine, only causing you to get wetter too. he then brings his hand to your face, cupping your cheek gently before kissing you passionately, hands roaming your body as your pretty tail rises up, letting him know that you're happy. upon parting away from the heated session, he wastes no time in ripping apart your top and your bra, causing you to let out a gasp as the cold air of the room hit your bare skin. he dives into your chest to cover the area in gentle kisses and a few love marks while his hands are now on your hips, grinding you on himself in which you let out a whimper and your ears twitch slightly.
"do you feel it, baby? feel how hard you're making me just by looking so adorable?" you nod and he smiles mischievously, bringing a hand to your thigh and sneaking it under the mini skirt as his fingers inch closer to your aching center. gently teasing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing slow circular motions on it as you cling onto him with your hand on his shoulder. as your arousal grows and your pussy gets wetter, he can definitely feel it on his fingers too. scaramouche then smirks as he pulls your panties to the side, inserting a finger inside to which you let out a small moan and your ears twitch a bit more. he brings his free hand up and pets you then inserts another finger within, having both his fingers knuckle deep while his thumb rubs your clit every now and then. "relax, my little kitten. i'll take care of you." he whispers sweetly as you lean into his hand that was petting you. he lifts your body up a bit before speeding up the thrusting of his fingers in and out of your hole, getting you closer to the edge as he watches you intently. a little bit later, as you mumble out your orgasm coming, he quickens up the pace and whispers more filth into your ear.
"let it all out, kitty. coat my fingers in your sweetness, you know you want to." he coos at you and removes his hand from your ears, moving them towards your wagging tail, touching it delicately. knowing how sensitive that part was, it sent you to an intense orgasm, your fluids painting his fingers white. he pulls them out from you, bringing his hand near his mouth to have a taste of it. sighing deeply he looks into your eyes and smirks, "you taste so fucking good, darling. come here." bringing you in for a deep kiss, he makes sure you can have a flavor of it, and you did. pulling apart as a string of saliva connects your lips, he pets you again in which you purr at "who's a good kitten? obviously you, my good girl." he smiles as you blush at his statement.
you then fix your gaze to his hands as they leave your body, going to his pants and slowly freeing his erect cock, your eyes sparkling as your lips part slightly at the sight of it standing in front of you. he chuckles at your expression and grabs your hips once again. "now, just relax." he plants a soft kiss to your lips as he lowers you down onto his length, smirking as you let out lewd moans at the feeling of his tip brushing against your deepest parts. "i'm gonna fuck you so good and so right, kitten, don't you worry." he adds in a low whisper before raising your hips and lowering you back down. letting out a quiet groan as he feels your walls tightening up around him. he then picks you up as he stands up with his dick still inside you, pushing off everything that was set on his desk before putting you down on it. he holds your thighs apart and pulls you closer before slamming himself deep inside you. chuckling seductively as he hears you mew at his actions. scaramouche starts to thrust in and out of you swiftly while his hand makes its way near your pussy to stimulate your clit, making you moan louder for him, your tail swaying next to you as your whole body quivers under him.
he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving a reddish-purple mark before biting down on it. you cry out loud and moan his name, you feel him smirking against your neck before pulling away to take your lips into a kiss. a familiar feeling gets to your stomach as another orgasm is coming to you and he brings his free hand to your breasts, cupping one before pinching softly at your nipple. that hand roams your body further until the feeling of ecstasy takes over and your eyes roll back as you buck your hips up. soon after, you feel his own warm seed filling you up from deep inside. he looks at you lovingly before flipping you over, having you lay on your stomach on the desk. bending down to whisper seductively in your ear.
"i hope that cunt of yours is ready for a long fucking session. because we've only just started." and just like that, he forces his cock back inside you. this is gonna be a long day...
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calibabii21 · 3 months
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|| i never thought || l.hc
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pairing: sub!haechan x dom!reader
genre: smut, non-idol au, friends to lovers, Christmas bet
warning(s): bratty sub!haechan, reader learns she has a dominant side, reader is kind of a sadist, both haechan and reader are masochists, overstimulation (m), dirty talk, sexual threats and innuendos, haechan may let "mommy" slip..several times, bdsm club
wc: 2.7k
a/n: suuuuch an honor to be a part of this collab with @jenoslutie this is for you boo💋. thank you so much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy😭 proofread?? not sure💀 mdni
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"Come on pleeeease," yet again your friend was begging for the impossible. "That's not even the type of person I am! Not to mention I have to go shopping for Re- my Secret Santa.” Thankfully you caught yourself, “Besides, what could you possibly gain from this?" Funnily enough, that's all it took to quiet him. "N-Nothing," his flustered stutter and sheepish eye contact avoidance were a dead giveaway.
You couldn't help but give in to the cuteness, "Fine. but only if you don't leave my side" His eyes immediately brighten and he's on you with cheek kisses, "thank you thank you thank you– I would never abandon you at a place like that." His seriousness is endearing and you very much appreciate the sincerity in his tone. “Thank you Pookie.”
A twinkle flashes through his eyes at the pet name but he only smiles at you and agrees to give you time to get dressed seeing as he asked you to accompany him on such short notice.
About 45 minutes later you’re walking through the front entrance of the club he begged you to accompany him to. You look around the packed out place, taking in the world of kink you are freshly experiencing first-hand. “Wow.” Haechan turns to you, securing a rose gold wrist cuff, matching his, around your own. 
“What is this for?” He gives you a sheepish look, seeming rather nervous now that you study his expression. “Hey, what’s wrong Pookie?” His tense stature relaxes and he allows himself to melt into your palm resting on his cheek. “Well aren’t you two a lovely pair,” someone comments as they pass by, “You’ve got a good, old-fashioned brat on your hands.” You understand the terms, and the bashful look on Haechan’s face stirs something in you.
A smirk finds its way to your lips, “You think so?” your eyes stay trained on Hyuck’s face as you speak, “But he’s always so good for me. And he treats me so well, don’t you baby boy?” The fake pout with a doe-like gaze you give him as you stroke his chin causes a submissive glaze to film over his eyes and a yearning whimper to leave him. 
When you turn your back to him, he unconsciously moves his body into your space, “If you’ll excuse us, we’d like to get to the rest of our evening.” Haechan attaches a hand to your hip, guiding you away as you smile at the stranger. “You’re..handling yourself better than I expected.” His tone is full of satisfaction and pride, which in turn makes you roll your shoulders back and walk in pure confidence- naturally boosting his ego.
“You make it so easy Pookie.” His returning blush as you playfully pinch his butt makes you giggle. “You’re being awfully cute..” And quiet. Despite his unfamiliar behavior, you allow him to continue leading the way. 
The chains and leather oddly complement the various Christmas themed rooms you pass. Maybe not something you’d have done yourself, but it works. Haechan squeezes your hand to get your attention, “We’re here.” You look up with a soft gasp and wide eyes, “Oh.” Definitely not something you were prepped for.
Here was a platform stage with a submissive straddling a metal chair. Arms bound to the top of the arch, ankles to the legs, nipples flush against the back- and cock between the bars. Seeing as you have goosebumps from simply walking through the establishment, you can only imagine how cold the half naked sub must be. Though their shivers could just be from the anticipation of their dom circling them.
Your eyes drift over to Haechan when his breath hitches as the submissive’s eyes are covered with a sleek blindfold. His responses are intriguingly physical. He isn’t the one being touched or tied up, yet his breathing is shaky and he’s sweating a bit. If you’re honest, it even has you heating up yourself. 
The moment the dom ghosts their fingers over the sub’s semi erect cock is when you decide to maneuver behind Haechan. Your hands lightly reston his waist causing him to jump, startled. “It’s okay, it’s just me.” “Hyuck..I want you to keep your eyes on the stage, okay?” Your voice is soft as it reaches the back of his ear, “Just, stop me if you feel uncomfortable.” He immediately nods- almost in an eager manner.
A shocked yelp leaves the sub, quickly followed by a moan as they feel the contradicting warmth of their top’s breath on their chilled nipples. “Are you sensitive here too, Baby Boy?” It’s a rhetorical question but his whimpers as you brush your thumbs over his nipples through his shirt is answer enough. “Oh, you’re a vocal little thing aren’t you, Pookie?” 
You continue toying with his nipples as your right hand drifts down his front, a sound of approval leaving you, “Sensitive too.” The subs loud moans drown out the whimpers and whines Haechan releases as you fondle him through his clothes. “Please.” His pleading simultaneous with the ones coming from the stage. “What are you asking for?”
He says nothing, enraptured by the scene of the sub’s painfully hard cock being edged between the cold, hard bar of the chair and the domme’s warm, soft palm. Pinching his nipple you get a louder moan as well as his attention, “If you can’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you.” He only whines, his knees becoming wobbly, “Please, touch me p-properly.”
You take your hands off of him and put space between you, “If you can find a private enough space, I’ll even let you cum.” That seemed to kick him into overdrive and he grabs your hand guiding directly to a private room with red carpeting and furniture. His only instruction is to sit as you point toward the lounge seat. “That was awfully fast. Now I wonder if it’s even worth a reward.”
You’re quiet as you slowly pace back and forth, thinking to yourself about this night. It all seems a little too calculated. You pause in front of him, more like you’re looming over him in your heels. You watch his eyes trail from the points of your shoes all the way up to meeting your eyes- and it’s easy to tell that his immediate response would have been to whimper, but he senses you waiting for any wrong move.
“Why did you bring me here?” Nothing. You get absolutely nothing but a diversion of eyes. His squirms increase under your scrutiny. “Haechan. I will touch you until this club closes and ruin your ability to cum for yourself or anyone else if you do not answer me. What. is going. on?” There’s only a mumble you don’t understand before he goes back to feigning innocence.
Fine. You opt for trying an approach he would be receptive of. Wordlessly, you remove his pants, giggling to yourself at his Christmas themed g-string. “Shut up” he mumbles sassily, which for some reason irked you more than it usually would. The sharp sting of his underwear elastic snapping against his skin has him both hissing and staring at you with needy eyes.
You maintain his eye contact, his own widening as your face gets closer to his when you straddle his lap- the fluffy trim of your sexy Mrs. Claus costume tickling his midsection. “If you don’t want to willingly tell me, I’ll get it out of you another way.” His eyes glow with amusement and desire as you glide your fingers beneath his waistband, “You can try all you want but I’m not giving i- mmm.” 
That quickly shut him up, you again, giggle to yourself. “You act all big and bad but you’re so weak to pleasure your inner slut can’t help but submit. Even if it’s from your best friend, hm?”  He bites his lip to hold his sounds back, but his chest is already heaving as if he’s close.
“Surely Mr. ‘Won’t-give-in’ isn't close already.” Your taunting seems to only spur him closer to climax. “You better not cum Donghyuck or so help me Go-” His head is thrown back, hips thrusting into your hand to fully ride out his orgasm, essentially sending your own body up with them- completely drowning out your words. Whimpering and whining as your hand applies pressure to his now sensitive dick.
He attempts to continue thrusting until your hand comes up to grip his face, body stilling save for the shiver that passes over him at the strong look in your eyes, “If you don’t stop fucking playing with me I will restrain you, tie a vibrator to your dick, stick one in your ass, and walk right out of that door.” Your threats seem to have the opposite effect as you feel him growing harder in your hand again.
Chuckles of disbelief leave you as you begin laughing hysterically, even that has his erection rising further. “My God.” Your faces are close, eyes searching his as your hand begins to move at a slow, steady pace. “You really are a perv aren’t you?” He whines loudly and looks at you pleadingly. “Lucky for you, so am I. Know that I intend to keep my word of ruining you for anyone else.” 
Your hand does a 180, now jerking at a speed too incredible for him to keep up with, “That was your plan with me, wasn’t it?” In the middle of his second orgasm, his expression is one of shock at your words. “Fuuuuuck mommy- please please.” Your body heats up at the title and it honestly makes you feel even more powerful. His body is writhing and twitching beneath you as you don’t let up on stroking him. “If you give me one more, maybe I’ll think about stopping.”
“No no no no,” you aren’t too sure what he’s pleading about, but no way are you stopping now. “The club will be shutting down in about five minutes.” Right as you yell “Coming!” in response to the rough knock on the door, Haechan does the same but for completely different reasons. His hands grip your waist when you stop, his face still asking for more. “We have to go now Pookie, but I’ll take care of you when we get home.” 
He assists you in cleaning up as you help redress, “You may have been a bit of a brat, but you were still a good boy for me. As a result, I'll let you decide what happens when we get home.” His eyes light up and his confidence immediately resurfaces, “Just know it’s my turn to ruin you for everyone.” 
“Hyuck- wait slow dow-” you cut off your sentence with a gasp as you realize you slapped his face with a heavier hand than intended. There’s a moment of silence as you both process what just happened before he’s further backing you into your apartment- lips excitedly attacking your neck. “God you are so sexy.”
You get over your shock, your seductive chuckle reddening his ears, “What a pain slut you’ve turned out to be.” That only makes his hips rut against you as he licks your neck, not separating from you to gauge the direction of your bedroom. “Wait the bedroom’s that way.” He continues feeling you up beneath your costume, “Fuck the bedroom, you’re taking me right here.”
He bends you over the couch, slapping and groping your ass. “Who gave you permission to out-sexy my sexiest thoughts of you.” Your hips grind back on him as he presses his bulge firmly against your core, “How perverted can you be to get this hard over your best friend.” He begins softly rocking, thrusting his hips against yours, “And how greedy does your pussy have to be to grind on my clothed dick like a neglected whore.”
You don’t know why, but his words ignite deep arousal within you. “Just shut up and fuck me already.” He wordlessly pulls himself out of his tight confines and teases his head against your soft thong, “By the feel of your holes clenching through your panties, you wouldn’t even be patient enough for me to prep you.”
“What’s prep when you’re made for me.” You try to contain your laughter as your teasing words make his movements stutter. In the end a sharp slap is landed on your exposed ass with a gritted mutter, “Don’t go putting hopeful thoughts in my head.” Before you can decide whether to continue teasing him or reassure him, he’s easing into you with a stretch so delicious your first moan is drug out.
You’d expect his thrusts to be rapid and shallow with how desperate he’d been to be inside you, but it was the complete opposite. “Paced and deep, just the way you like it right?” His strokes really were perfect. Hips connecting with yours with the right amount of force. One hand caressing your skin while the other unexpectedly spreads your wetness around your unoccupied hole.
His hips come to a sudden stop as he leans over your back. “I-I want you to ride me.” Even through his effort to top you, you can feel that you still have the power. “Okay daddy, come sit.” You patiently wait during his awkward fumbling to circle the couch, but once you sink onto him you both moan in unison. “I must be doing my job with the way you’re squeezing around me. Am I making you feel good?” 
“Mmhm, you’re doing such a good job baby.” His head is thrown back as he “guides” your ass to slam back down to meet his thrusts halfway. “I told you I was going to ruin you f-for everyone.” You take that opportunity to lay him flat on the couch, your hands using his chest for support, “It feels so good being stretched by you Hyuck.” 
You lean forward now allowing your ass to fully bounce on him faster. “Fuck baby you take my cock so well. Who’s my good girl? Huh?” The second he asks, one of your hands reach forward and caresses his face as you keep bouncing, “It’s you isn’t it? You’re my good boy?” You seal it with a tender yet erotic kiss on his lips and he’s instantly whimpering and tightly gripping your flesh.
“I-I’m close.” But you ignore him and his attempts to thrust up into you as you continue controlling the pace, opting to switch to a slow whining of your hips. “P-Please, mommy. Mommy can I please cum?” A pleasant shudder passes through you at the besotted, fucked out expression he gives you as he begs, “Please PLEASE can I cum? Can I cum inside, please? Mommy I’m so close, please.” 
His begs become more adamant and panicked as you clench around him with each circle of your hips, your own climax approaching. “You want to cum baby?” He immediately nods eagerly with hopeful eyes as his hands fervidly touch and grasp every inch of your body, “Please.” His whispered plea seems to be enough to satisfy you, “Can you be a good boy and fill me up?”
“Yes yes yes mommy, I can be a good boy. I’m your good boy.” His moans and cries are anything but quiet as he releases ropes of heat inside of you. Your teeth sink into his shoulder when your orgasm creeps through you as you grind harder onto him, “Oh Fuuuucck. Shit, yes Hyuck.”
There is a flurry of soft moans and breathing as you both come down from your high. Haechan looks at you enamored. “You are so..beautiful.” The compliment caught you off guard, but seeing the sincerity in his eyes you smile at him, “Thank you, Pookie. You are too. Truly.” You plant one last kiss on his lips before getting off of him to move to your bathroom.
He lets out a startling hoot and laughs in a victorious tone causing you to stop and face him. “The hell is so funny?” He turns to you with a cutely smug smirk, “I won.” You  look at him incredulously, “Won?”
Now redressed, he approaches you with an air of arrogance, stopping in front of you, “I hit first. So I. won.”
You let his words sink in with silence before smirking at him, “Just remember I’m the one you call ‘mommy’.”
A blush brushes his features at your words as you walk off, “You’re my bitch now.”
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roanniom · 1 year
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you’re so right, we do not speak about the handcuffs enough. eddie to restrain you bc you were too handsy and distracted him while he was planning a campaign so he cuffs you to the bed and makes you cum over and over and OVER
Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, fingering, handcuffs, teasing, overstimulation
Ugh and you’re like “Eddie pleeeease.”
Because you’re cuffed to the headboard and he’s sitting next to you, flipping through his notes with one hand while his other hand plays you like a fucking guitar.
“I’m literally touching you, what more could you be begging for?” Eddie snorts. The words are rude but you know it’s part of the game from the way he keeps looking over at you and from the way his cock strains in his black denim. Speaking of which…
“Wanna touch you, Eds,” you whimper pathetically.
Eddie tosses his notes to the side with dramatic flair and flops onto his stomach beside you on the bed. His fingers continue playing with your clit, making your hips buck up and down against the pressure.
“But isn’t this fun? The wanting?” He teases, no longer even pretending to hide his ridiculous grin.
“No it’s mean,” you contradict, gasping at the end of your statement when he inserts his middle and ring fingers into your aching hole.
“How could it be mean? You’ve already cum twice. If anything I’m the one who’s suffering,” he chuckles, humping the bed dramatically. You groan at the sight (and at the feeling of him fucking into you with his digits).
“You are, so let me help!” you plead. But you know he won’t give in that easily because he looks at you with that cheeky glint in his eye that tells you he’ll be continuing this game for a while.
“But this is what I mean about wanting. I could take those cuffs off your pretty wrists and let you touch me. Hell, I could even just fuck you into this mattress right now,” Eddie says, placing a kiss to your inner thigh that has you sobbing. “But it’s the potential of those things that’s so great. You want it. I want it. But we can’t have it yet. That’s what makes it so fucking hot.”
“I’m pretty sure if you just fucked me it would be hot enough,” you whine, but you know he’s right. He grins and shakes his head before doubling his attentions between your thighs, bringing his other hand to play with your clit as he sucks hickeys into your hipbone.
And watching him hump his hard on against the mattress in front of you has you cumming for the third - but definitely not the last - time tonight.
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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year
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Can you PLEEEEASE do more with the Hesian rancher he's my absolute favorite. I just want an update with him slowly more and more considering the human as a sentient being (maybe finds drawings or the human trying to teach herself how to speak galactic standard) but still loves her unconditionally and listens to her while still conditioning her to be his mate. This man makes me too hot and bothered for my own good 🥵
I had a bit of fluff written about them along those lines before I got sick, so here ya go ^_^ this is just a sfw thing
Hesian Alien (Kostas) x female reader
Word Count: 1k
🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️ (the first part of this story is nsfw, fyi)
W: petification, brief non-serious mention of suicide
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“SOMEONE END ME. PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY.” you wrote in the dirt with a stick you’d found. 
“Are you drawing, (Y/N)?” Kostas asked, as he breezed past you holding a big fluffy sheep thing, “that’s very detailed and pretty.” 
You glared at him and snarled. 
“I hate this and I hate you!” you stomped your feet and kicked over a pile of some kind of purple hay. 
The rancher didn’t even look over his shoulder. This wasn’t the first or last tantrum you’d had since he’d dragged you along behind him on a leash while he tended to his fluff balls. You had regained your stamina after he’d fed you and had been relatively docile until it got hot outside. 
Now you were sweating, the sun was beating down and it was obvious he wasn’t even halfway through whatever it was he was doing to the docile little creatures. One of them wandered over to you and poked at you with its trunk. You tried to growl at it, but it just gave you an empty look with dopey eyes and you felt bad. 
You flopped on your back on the ground, tugging on your leash, which Kostas had tied to a fence post. 
“Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhh!” you screamed. 
A shadow passed over you and you went still in the sudden coolness, smiling a little. 
“You’re going to have to learn to express yourself more appropriately, (Y/N),” Kostas’ deep voice rumbled. 
He reached down and brushed the sweat off of your forehead.
“If you are hot, you have to tell me so I can help you,” he said, “kicking things doesn’t let me know what is wrong.” 
Your eyes got huge and there was a moment before you lost your shit. 
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO THIS ENTIRE TIME YOU BIG DUMB STRAWBERRY HIMBO!?” you screamed, jumping up and waving your hands. 
Kostas chuckled at you and walked over to a cooler to get you a weird gel cube of water before handing it to you. 
“You’re so cute,” he said, patting your head as he watched you rub the blessedly cool thing all over your cheeks and chest, “you’re supposed to eat it.” 
You bared your teeth at him and he pulled another one from the cooler and bit off the corner, before snatching you up in his big hand and squirting some in your mouth. 
“MPHH!” you gulped as you swallowed and glared at him. 
“You’re going to learn some Galactic Standard words today,” he informed you, watching you drink the rest of the cube in his hand, “I know you’re not stupid, despite what the Ozil would have us believe.”
He smiled at you. 
“I wanna see how clever you really are.” 
Your eyebrows went up at his first acknowledgement that you might actually be sentient. He narrowed his eyes on you and pulled your hand to his lips. Your cheeks flushed immediately. 
“Focus here,” he said, his intense gold and green eyes forcing yours to his mouth. 
You caught a flash of fang as he spoke and your heart fluttered. He nodded up. 
“See the sun? That’s hot. HOT.” 
Since the translator installed in your body did a lot of the comprehension work for you, you had to focus on the way his lips moved to actually figure out the word he was saying and then try to replicate it. 
“Hot,” you finally managed after a few mangled attempts. 
He grinned and pointed to the cooler. 
“The water in the cooler is COLD. Can you say that? COLD.” 
You took your time, this time feeling his lips move as he repeated the word for you. 
“Cold,” you managed. 
“So how do you feel?” he asked, testing if you really understood him. 
“Hot,” you said and he beamed. 
“What do you want?” he asked. 
“Cold,” you said. 
“That’s amazing (Y/N)!” he cheered for you, spinning around and tossing you in the air, before catching you again, making you shriek, “I knew you were clever!” 
You would have been indignant, because of course you were, if he hadn’t of proceeded to shower you with a flurry of kisses on your cheeks and the corners of your mouth. 
He looked at you for a second. 
“I bet you could read too, if I taught you,” he said thoughtfully, and glanced back at the cooler. 
“See that word on the front? I’ll show you letters later, but for now you can learn what words look like. That means cooler.” 
You nodded sagely. Your intelligence being acknowledged went a long way in improving your mood. Somehow you felt like you’d gained a victory and the rest of your afternoon was much more entertaining as you spent it pointing at various things and making Kostas give you the word for them. By dinner you were working with a small vocabulary of basic nouns. 
“Do you want to try and say my name, (Y/N)?” he asked as the sun set and he led you back to his house, your work done for the day, “it’s Kostas. Kos-tas.”
You beamed up at him with mischief. 
“HIM-BO” you pronounced carefully in English. 
He frowned at you as this was the first time you’d done something incorrect all day. 
“No, Kost-as,” he tried again, pulling your hand to his mouth, “K-K-kossstaaasss”
“Hiiiimbo,” you said giggling. 
He twisted his lip and stared at you for a moment before it dawned on him you were teasing him somehow. He gave you a smirk and narrowed his eyes at you. “I think you are a lot smarter than they said you were,” he murmured, tossing you over his shoulder and smacking your bottom, making you squeal.
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can’t stop thinking about eren having the bitchiest attitude when he’s out in public but the complete opposite when in private. like when you two hang out with friends he’ll just have a sour face, barely speaking except for when you say something, you can see his expression soften a bit. always with an arm around your shoulder or a hand on your thigh to show the smallest bit of affection. however, when you two get home this man is a puppy, so needy for all of your attention. “baby pleeeease come sit with me” “i’m gonna start crying if you don’t come take a shower with me” “why won’t you let me help make dinner, i promise the food won’t catch on fire this time” he’ll whine until you break, eren just wants to be around you 24/7.
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Noah Sebastian x OFC
Here we are, folks. This is the final part to this piece of Noah & Leena’s story. I’ll write an epilogue, once I’ve made a final decision on if I want there to be a sequel or not. If you want one, let me know. Thank you for coming on this journey with me. This story brewed in my head one night, and I had to get it out. This one is fluffy, some smut, and how I wanted this story to end…for now?🖤
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **TW: light kink content (spanking & hair pulling, dirty talk, S&M to a degree)
+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.
Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12
Part 11 - Just Pretend
The rain made the loveliest soft thumping sound on the ground all around the porch. My legs crossed under me, the heavy quilt covering me to keep warm against the fifty-five degree air. I held my steaming mug, the smell of the coffee’s comfortable aroma satisfying my senses. The world was so quiet here, and I couldn’t believe I had been missing this for so long.
“Leena?” I turned to glance at the front door, my dad hanging his head out. “Breakfast is ready.”
I swung my legs off of the swing, pulling the quilt off, and walked into the house. The smell of bacon and pancakes filled the air. My stomach grumbled in response. I sat down opposite my Dad at the table, grabbing the syrup bottle and pouring a healthy amount over my pancakes before tearing into them, ignoring the eggs and bacon on the side of my plate.
Dad munched his own breakfast, carving the slices from his grapefruit carefully with his spoon. "So what time is your guy supposed to get here?"
"Mm," I swallowed the bite in my mouth. "His flight gets in at 12:15. He'll probably be here about an hour later? He's got to get his rental."
"Still don't get why we don't just pick him up." Dad mumbled under his breath.
I shrugged. "Daddy, you're going to be nice to him, right?" I lowered my fork and pressed my hands together in a praying position. "Pleeeease!"
He huffed. "As long as he's nice to you."
I smiled, then. "He is."
"Better be." I narrowed my eyes at my Dad, opening my mouth to speak when my phone went off on the table next to me.
I swiped it and stood from the table.
"Hey!"
"Hey, beautiful." Noah's voice was smooth. "I just got through TSA and to my gate. I've got about an hour until my flight leaves."
"Okay! I can't wait for you to get here."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "Me either. Hey, uh, I meant to ask you," He paused. "Your Dad, is he going to like...kill me in my sleep?"
"Uhm," I glanced over my shoulder, watching Dad slip Angel a strip of bacon under the table, and rolled my eyes. "no, no, of course not."
"You hesitated."
I sighed. "Baby," I walked out of the doorway, the screen snapping shut behind me. "he's just protective, but he's harmless." I chewed my lip. "Mostly."
"Mostly?" His voice was clearly apprehensive.
"Just don't ask him to show you the gun room."
"He has a gun room?!"
"It's going to be fine, Noah." I snickered. "Besides, he leaves tomorrow for three days. He's going on a fishing trip. So we'll be alone."
"Who fishes in February?"
I laughed loudly. "That's what you were thinking about?"
"Well, thinking of screwing you in your father's house scares me, so..."
I lowered my voice, "Oh yeah? That's wild, cause all I can think about is you bending me over the balcony railing and fucking me in the pouring rain, but, I mean, if you have questions about fishing..."
"Jesus fucking Christ, Leena!" His voice was hushed, and I cracked a wicked grin. "Not a good place to get an erection! It's hard to hide here!"
I busted out in laughter. "Sorry, babe. It's too easy."
"You just wait until I get you alone, girl."
"Yeah? I don't know, I'm not too worried." I was playing a dangerous game.
"No?" I heard him snicker. "You fucking should be."
A chill ran up my spine, and I heard the door behind me open. Angel ran past me, headed for the lawn to use the bathroom. It startled me.
"Well, we'll just see how it goes when you get here." I brought my voice back up to it's normal decibel.
"Mhm, we sure will."
"I've got to go, babe. I'm having breakfast with Dad."
"Okay, love. I'll see you soon."
"Not soon enough."
I was twirling around the kitchen, getting Dad's lunch cooking. The soup boiled in the pot while I poured in the cream, stirring in parsley and thyme. The smell of the potatoes and cheddar cheese filled my nostrils, creating an absolutely heavenly aroma.
"You didn't have to make lunch, baby. I am capable of feeding myself." Dad stood on the other side of the kitchen counter.
"I know that, but I’m nervous, and need something to do. So you're getting soup."
He nodded. "Smells good."
I smiled, "It'll be ready soon. I'm just waiting for the potatoes to soften up a little more."
He turned his head, something catching his eye. "Hey Lee?"
"Hmm?" I hummed, looking into the pot.
"I think he's here."
My head snapped up, eyes darting out the dining room window, a dark blue sedan pulling up next to my Dad's Ford F150. I broke out in a thousand-watt smile, setting the spoon in my hand down on the counter.
"Angel, come!" He had already nearly beat me to the door. I opened the latch and stepped onto the porch as the driver's door opened.
He stood out of the car, being greeted by Angel, who had already ran down the wooden steps and across the lawn. Noah crouched down, letting him put his front paws on his chest, scratching up and down his sides.
"Hey buddy!" He let Angel lick his face, smiling widely. "How you been? Good? Taking care of your mom?"
He looked up then, eyes catching me. I couldn't hide the excitement on my face. I broke out in a full sprint, nearly tripping off of the porch.
He stood, arms open, and I launched myself upon him. He wrapped me up, picking my feet off the ground. He squeezed me, his fingers digging into my sides.
"Ugh, I missed you so much." My words were muffled in his neck.
He finally set me down, and I reached my lips up to press a quick, solid kiss to his lips.
I heard a throat clearing, and turned my head to see my Dad standing on the steps, looking absolutely unamused. I felt my cheeks tinge pink, but I grabbed Noah by the hand, noticing he was now looking a little green. He really was nervous.
"Daddy?" He hopped down onto the grass to meet me halfway. Noah trailed a step behind me. "This is Noah."
I moved to the side, and my Dad brought his hand forward, Noah slipping his own in easily. "Lorne Richards. Nice to meet you." His voice was stern, testing the waters.
Noah nodded, giving his hand a firm shake. "Noah Sebastian, sir." He gave one of his absolutely mouthwatering smiles. "Thank you so much for having me."
My Dad let his hand go, and put his own in his jeans pockets.
"Leena was just making lunch. Come on in." Turning around, he trotted up the steps, Angel following him.
I could see a visible relief in Noah's posture.
"See?" He glanced down at me. "No biggie."
He smirked. "Did he say you were making lunch?"
I nodded. "Cheddar potato soup."
He raised an eyebrow. "You can cook?"
I swatted at him, laughing. "Oh shut up."
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I sat on the couch, side pressed against Noah’s, the movie playing on the screen ahead of us. I heard the footsteps sliding down the hallway, and I glanced up to see Dad looking at me and pointing a finger at Noah.
“Someone’s tired.”
I raised an eyebrow and turned my attention to my now sleeping, slightly drooling boyfriend. His head was leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes closed gently, mouth very slightly ajar. I smirked.
“Yeah, he sure is.” I stood off the couch gently, following Dad into the kitchen.
He pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a long pull. He peeked at his watch, and snorted.
“It’s only eight-o’clock. Kinda early isn’t it?”
I leaned against the countertop, arms folded over my chest. “Yeah, he just got back from Europe a few days ago, so I would bet he’s still jet lagged.”
Dad nodded. “He was quiet at dinner.”
I snorted. “He’s terrified of you, Daddy.”
Dad raised his brows in surprise. “He is? I wonder why.”
I hung my mouth open, amused. “Are you kidding? You’re my Dad and my sponsor. He knows how important you are to me, and how much your opinion matters.”
Dad waved me off. “I’m just a guy, Lee. No different than him.”
“Psh, yeah, okay.” Our voices were hushed. “He wants you to like him.”
Dad raised one brow now. “Is there a reason for that?”
I deadpanned. “Because he loves me? And that gets complicated when the most important person in my life doesn’t like him?”
Dad seemed to accept that, but still looked up at me through his lashes. “You ain’t gonna run off and get married or somethin’ are you?”
“Married?!” My voice came out louder than I intended, and I slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized. My eyes shot back to the living room, seeing Noah still snoozing.
Once I gathered myself, I cleared my throat. “No. No, absolutely not.”
He looked at me incredulously. “Yeah? Seem a little defensive there.” He cracked a grin, making me shake my head laughing.
“Dad, Noah and I have only been together for a few months, not including earlier in the year.”
He padded over to me, placing his hands on the tops of my shoulders. “I get that, baby.” He then lowered his head to catch my eye line. “I also know you love that boy.”
My expression was surprised. “You do?”
“Well, of course. Watching you two together, it’s like teenagers in high school.” This made me blush. “I also don’t doubt that he loves you too.”
This made me grin, like a little girl hearing her first crush actually liked her. “Really?”
“Mhm. Can tell by the way he looks at you.” He then turned his attention back to Noah, snoozing. “And also that he could be at home sleeping off that tour he just did, but instead he’s here for two weeks, facing your very scary Dad.”
He had puffed his chest, which cracked me up. “Seriously? You’re not so scary.”
He huffed out a gruff laugh. “Wait till he sees my gun room!”
Dad had said goodnight to Angel and I, reminding me he’d be gone by 4AM to meet with his fishing buddies. He was leaving food in the fridge, a whole pack of bacon specifically for Angel.
I walked over to the couch, leaning down, touching Noah’s arm and giving it a light squeeze.
“Baby?”
He roused quickly, startled, his eyes popping open. They softened quickly, back to the sleepy squint.
“Oh, hey.” He rubbed his eyes and a hard yawn came out. “When did I pass out?”
“A little bit ago. Let’s get you to bed.”
He stood off the couch, stretching his arms. “What time is it?”
“About 8:45.”
He nodded, yawning again. “I’m sorry, I know it’s early for you.”
I took his hand, leading him toward the staircase. “It’s no biggie. You’re exhausted.”
He scoffed. “Well, it’s almost 6AM in Paris, and I haven’t slept since last night. So, maybe a little?”
We walked up the stairs and straight into my room. I had brought his duffle up earlier, and it was perched on the bed.
He grimaced. “You’re sure your Dad is okay with me sleeping in your room? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh hush. He’s fine. He’s old, not stupid.”
This made him shake his head, unzipping his bag and pulling out sweatpants and a t-shirt.
He looked at me. “Bathroom?”
I pointed him in the direction, and he left quickly. I took the moment to grab my own pajama pants and shirt out of my closet, and slipped my shirt over my head. Back turned to the doorway, I slid my jeans over my hips, standing in my bra and underwear.
I shivered in the cool air of the house, slowly pulling my hair out of the ponytail I had kept it in all day. I took a moment to scratch at my scalp, enjoying the sensation of my hair finally being free and falling loose.
I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching my hands over my head, I stretched my arms and spine, shaking the day off of me.
“Mmph.”
I whipped around, nearly jumping out of my skin. Noah stood in the doorway, hip leaning against the frame, a dark grin plastered on his face, his eyes locked on me. Instinctively, my hands reached up to cover my exposed breasts, making him intentionally frown.
“Would you knock it off!” I said playfully, chucking my shirt at him.
He caught it mid-air and just shook his head. “Sorry. If you’re going to look like that, then I’m going to ogle. My right as the boyfriend.”
I quirked a brow, letting my hands fall to my sides. His smugness faded while I walked over to him.
“Oh yeah?” I stood only inches in front of him now, my hardened nipples brushing the front of the fabric of his shirt. “Go ahead, then.”
He stared at me, cool expression on his face. He stepped forward and pulled the door closed behind him. He was pressed against me now, fingers of his right hand trailing up my side, grazing the side of my chest. Fresh goosebumps raised on my arms, and I inhaled a hard breath.
“So fucking pretty.” His dark eyes, nearly completely blackened, searched my face. “I can’t believe I went without this for so long.”
I snorted. “Hasn’t been that long.”
His voice was deadly, baritone. “Long enough.”
His lips attacked me then, catching my mouth and pulling me toward him. I stood on my tip-toes, so he caught me off-kilter and pushed me down onto the bed, leaning over me to catch my left nipple in his mouth, his hand coming up to pinch the other.
I gasped, wrapping my fingers in his hair. My hips bucked against his stomach, searching for friction. I felt him lean down onto me, his erection pressing into my leg. A deep, guttural growl escaped him, and he stood up.
I hastily grabbed at him, but he took a step back from the bed, rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair.
I laid back on the bed, eyes blown wide. “What?” My breathing was labored. “Why’d you stop?”
“I just…can’t.”
My mouth hung open in disbelief. “What?! Why?”
“It’s disrespectful!”
I threw myself back on the bed and snarled. “No fucking way!”
He shook his head, hands out in front of him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just…not with your Dad in the next room.”
I sat up on my knees, grabbing the front of his shirt.
“Noah, he isn’t going to know!”
“Dads always know.”
“Oh, come on!”
He threw his head side to side. “Nope. I can’t. Not until he’s not here, at least.”
I almost teared up, rejection stabbing my chest. I crossed my arms and stood off the bed.
“Fine.” I grabbed my pajama pants, pulling them on angrily.
“Babe…”
I ignored him, pulling my shirt over my head and stomping over to the bed.
He chuckled. “Tantrum, much?”
I sniffled, turning my head so he wouldn’t see the lonely tear running down my cheek. “Let’s just go to bed.”
My voice betrayed me, cracking at the end. He scrambled over to sit in front of me on the bed.
“Hey, hey,” He lifted his fingers to grab my face. “you don’t think that I don’t want it, do you?”
I didn’t respond, just averted my eyes.
“Oh babe.” He smiled at me, cracking my hardened exterior. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
I, again, didn’t answer.
“Look.” He grabbed my hand then, leading it to the middle of his pants, pressing my palm to his stiffened cock underneath.
My eyes widened, and I gasped.
“I want it. Badly.” He shrugged and squeezed his eyes shut, freeing my wrist. “I just don’t want to disrespect your Dad like that. Him liking me is a big deal.”
I smirked. “That big of a deal, that you’re willing to let that go down on its own?” I pointed to his crotch.
He groaned. “Unfortunately.”
I shook my head, leaning my face into his chest. “Fine.”
He circled his arms around me, rubbing a hand up and down my spine.
“But once he’s gone, your ass is mine.”
-
I was woken by a paw to the face, causing me to startle. I cracked my eyes open to see Angel’s honey brown eyes staring directly at me. A low whine came out of him, and my brain clicked together. He had to pee.
Noah was laying heavy next to me, facing away, a quiet snore coming with the rise and fall of his chest. I slipped myself out of bed silently, Angel making a mad dash for the staircase.
I trotted down the stairs barefoot, unlocking and popping the door open to let Angel out. I closed the door behind him and turned to the kitchen. The coffee pot was on,the carafe full with a fresh brew. I noticed the time, 6:00AM. Dad had left me fresh coffee, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
As early as I fell asleep last night, I was sure that I wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon. I grabbed a mug from the cupboard, glancing out of the kitchen window. I noticed Dad’s truck was gone, leaving Noah’s rental alone on the lawn.
A scratching at the door came as I began sipping my coffee, so I let Angel in. He looked at me, and I smiled.
“Go on, go keep Noah warm.” He darted up the stairs in the direction of my pointed finger.
I needed to brush my teeth, and shower. No need to wake Noah, as he still needed to sleep off the jet-lag. There was very little light in the kitchen, as the sun had yet to rise completely over the mountains.
I decided to use the downstairs shower, so I wouldn’t wake Noah. I let the warm water wake my muscles and brain, slipping my pajama pants and shirt back on, minus the underwear from the day before.
Carefully toeing up the stairs, I slipped into the room and pushed Angel to the edge of the bed. He had curled up on my side, pressed against Noah’s back. I slipped back into bed and pulled my phone off of the side table. After checking that my volume was down all the way, I opened TikTok.
Something about the algorithm was strange, since I never looked up Bad Omens content, yet it still managed to cross my For You Page whenever I was with Noah, or thinking about him, or singing one of his songs to myself.
I sat, scrolling through clip after clip of shows from the recent European tour, Noah jumping around stage. He head banged viciously, he screamed until his throat gave out, and he even threw random items at the crowd. The video of him tossing an entire bag of marshmallows played, and I laughed quietly.
After about half an hour, I felt the bed shift, and an arm curl around my midsection. I smirked, and set my phone down on the table. I felt him press his body against my back, his face burying in my neck.
“Well, good morning.” I closed my eyes at the sensation of his breath on my neck.
He inhaled, squeezing me tighter. “Did you shower?”
My hair was still damp. “Yeah, I’ve been up for about an hour.”
He mumbled into my hair. “Should’ve woken me up.”
“Nah. You needed rest.”
I felt him pressing into me harder, his dick stiff and pushing against my lower back.
“Are we alone?”
I smirked. “Mhm.”
His lips started leaving soft kisses across the back of my neck, his fingers now playing with my belly button ring over my shirt.
I tried to center my thoughts. “You want breakfast?”
His hand then gripped my hip, flipping me onto my back. I didn’t realize what had happened before he was kneeling next to me, his eyes half-open and smoldering. He was smiling, a terrifying grin.
“As a matter of fact,” His hands ripped my pants down without mercy, leaving me completely bare in front of him. “I would love some.”
He pulled my thighs open, leaned down onto his stomach, and buried his face between my legs with absolutely no warning.
My eyes burst open, my hips jumping off of the mattress. “Oh my god!”
I was so stunned, I barely registered that his hands had my legs in a death grip, fingers digging into the tops of my thighs. His tongue worked, laying flat, long strokes over my lips, lingering with very specific pressure to my clit.
My knees bent instinctively, pressing my pussy against his tongue, my hand in his hair pushing him closer to me. He obliged so graciously, latching onto my clit and sucking wildly. I squealed a harsh, raspy moan.
“Oh fuck, Noah. Oh fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jesus Christ.”
I wanted to watch him work, his dark eyes flashing up under those sinfully long lashes, but the sheer vibrations from my core made me throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.
Just before I thought I would die of stimulation, his hand released my legs, and pressed them upwards, bending my knees toward my chest. This pressed my pussy forward, and I felt his tongue dive inside, his head moving back and forth ever so slightly. My vision went white, and the sounds leaving my mouth were a mix of whimpering and crying.
“Noah, please, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.” His tongue came back to my clit, attacking me so deliciously while I felt one finger penetrate me. He curled the digit, pressing into the sweet spot. I exploded, a loud scream ripping from my throat. My fingers nearly ripped the hair clean out of his head.
He didn’t let up for at least a minute, making me attempt to thrash around, held down by his too strong hands.
Once he had tormented me enough, he sat up. My legs fell back down to the mattress while my lungs fought for oxygen. I wasn’t given long to recover, as I was quickly flipped back onto my stomach.
His hands hooked under my hip bones, lifting my ass in the air, and I swore I heard the sound of a condom being ripped open. My brain was still swimming from such an intense orgasm, that I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening until he spoke to me.
His voice was deep, full of lust. “Best fucking meal I’ve ever had.”
I felt the head of his cock nudge the entrance of my pussy, and I adjusted my knees wider, lifting myself up on my hands.
He continued to press against me, not quite sliding in. I felt a hand reach up my back, fingers wrapping in the hair on the nape of my neck. I leaned back against him, wanting to feel him inside me so badly I could cry.
At that moment, his fingers tightened in my hair and pulled my head up so I was nearly standing on my knees. His voice was against my ear now.
“Don’t be so impatient, princess. I’ve been waiting for this for months. We’re doing it my way.” His voice was so deadly, my only response was a soft moan.
He didn’t let go of my hair, but did slowly begin pressing into me, and I could hear a harsh breath being sucked in.
“Fucking Christ, baby.” He slid all the way in, pressing hard against my cervix. “Missed this pussy so fucking much.”
He let go of my hair now, letting me fall forward, my face burying in the pillow.
“Hold still for me baby, want to feel you.”
I did my best, I promise I did. But he was sliding in and out so painfully slow, and my body ached for him to just go a little faster. Involuntarily, my hips pushed back against him. I closed my eyes, but opened them when I felt a hard slap come to land on my ass. I sucked in a hard breath at the sting, but felt my walls twitch. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
“I told you to be patient.” His fingers were digging into the spot that he had slapped, but in all fairness, I’m not the best listener. I rocked my hips back again, and then braced myself. The slap that came down was harder, making a bolt of lighting shoot up my spine. I shivered, enjoying the sensation of his palm on my hot skin.
“Having a hard time hearing me, baby?” His hand rubbed over my flesh, and I carefully shook my head. “No?” His hand stopped abruptly, another hard smack landing on my ass.
“Ahh, I see. You like that, don’t you?”
I didn’t respond, only pushed back into him again, mouth watering at the feeling of his cock filling me, when his hand came down again.
He chuckled, a dark, wicked laugh. “I see what you’re doing.” He let go of my ass, but instead of another slap, he pulled out entirely, leaving me whimpering in distaste.
I felt his palm rubbing over my skin, my legs spread wide, hips rocking for him. There was nothing to push back on, and I sighed.
“You poor, eager girl. Must’ve been missing me just as much.” He nudged me with his cock, then, and I held still, not wanting him to move away.
I waited there, patiently, and felt him finally press back inside me. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets with white knuckles.
“That’s it.” His voice was oddly comforting, although he sounded so evil. “See what happens when you’re patient?”
He was now thrusting at a steady pace, and my eyes began to roll back from the coil tightening in my belly.
“God damn, look at you.” He ran a hand up my back. “So fucking needy. So fucking beautiful.”
My body shook, another hard orgasm building. “Noah, God, Noah, please.”
“What do you need baby?” His hand came down to spank me again, a sickening sound filling the room. My eyes rolled back and I hissed at the sting.
“Yes, fuck!” I screamed.
“Love being spanked, don’t you?” He slapped me again, harder.
“Mmm,” Forming words was getting harder.
Another slap. My legs started to shake.
“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”
Slap.
“Could fuck you all God damn day.”
Slap.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet.”
Slap.
His breathing was becoming more erratic, his rhythm slipping. He was close.
“Fuck, Noah, I’m going to come.”
He fucked me harder, his hips barreling against me at an alarming pace. He gripped my hips for support.
“Fuck, baby. Come on my cock. Come for me, Leena.”
Slap.
That was it, I was gone. My brain was bursting, my screaming wild. My fingers were digging into the mattress now, chanting his name over and over.
I felt him stiffen, his hands gripping me hard enough to bruise.
He slowed his thrusts, his body half-collapsing on my back. My knees gave out, making him fall on top of me completely. I rolled on my side, my eyes half-masked and staring at him. He was breathing heavy with his mouth open, face showing me how spent he was.
“H-Holy fuck.” Was all he could say. I waited a moment for my heart to calm down. He stared at me, an expression I couldn’t place on his face. “Are you…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, then. He was worried. It was cute.
I answered him with a soft kiss on his lips.
-
The day had passed so easily. Noah and I had made breakfast, playing 80’s music, him singing very dramatically to all of the Bowie songs. We had taken Angel on a long walk around Dad’s property, and came back in once the rain really started coming down. Needless to say, we spent a fair amount of time on the balcony in the downpour.
We fell asleep watching The Walking Dead, starting from the first season, as Noah had never watched it.
The following morning, I awoke feeling funny. I couldn’t place the feeling, but it was almost dizzy. The sensation made me salivate, similar to when I used to drink too much, and fell asleep before emptying my stomach.
After a tall glass of water, I unfortunately did the same, everything I had eaten the night before being left in the bowl. I cursed under my breath. Being sick was not on the agenda for mine and Noah’s days alone together.
During my mad dash to the bathroom, I had to have woken Noah, as he was now knocking on the door. I had already flushed my vomit, and was brushing my teeth.
“Babe?”
I opened the door to see him looking at me, sleep still heavy in his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He shook his head, dismissing me. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, my lips still clammy and my color too pale. “Yeah, just not feeling great this morning.”
He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach while I scrubbed my tongue.
“Dinner, maybe? The pork might’ve been under?”
I nodded. “Probably.” I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just take it easy today.”
He gently turned me around and placed his lips to my forehead, furrowing his brow. “You’re not warm.”
I leaned into him. “Nah, it was the pork.”
-
The following days, I spent laying on the couch or in bed, my stomach fighting against me at the most inopportune moments. I would feel great, back to normal entirely, and then would be hit with a wave of nausea that I couldn’t escape. Once I had vomited, I would be slapped with an overwhelming fatigue that had me napping for at least an hour each time.
I could see Noah getting increasingly worried, but I continued to remind him that I was fine, it was just a stomach bug (the possibility of it being food poisoning less and less as the days went on), and that if I went a week with no improvement, then I would go to Urgent Care.
He seemed satisfied with that, but then Dad came home.
“You’ve been sick for how many days now?”
“This is the third day.” Noah spoke up from behind me where he leaned against the back of the couch. I shot a death glare in his direction, to which he just shrugged.
“Mileena, you need to go get checked out.”
I groaned. He used my full name, which meant he was being my father right now.
“I’m fine, Daddy. I feel good!”
“You’ll be throwing up soon. You always do about an hour after you eat.”
I rolled my eyes and hissed at Noah. “Not helping.”
He threw his hands up in his defense.
“He’s right, I’m driving you to town.”
I scoffed. “Hello?! I am not a child. You can’t just force me to get checked out.”
“You’re my child. I can do anything I want.”
I crossed my arms and stomped a foot, narrowing my eyes at my Dad.
“Daddy, I am nearly thirty years old. You cannot make me see a doctor if I don’t want to.”
“Oh no?” Dad grinned at me.
He then turned his attention to the man behind me.
“Hey Noah, you ever hear the story of when Leena was little and went roller skating for the first time?”
My eyes bugged out. I looked at Noah, whose brows were raised, an amused smile on his face.
“I haven’t, actually.”
My head whipped back around. “Dad! You can’t blackmail me with embarrassing stories!”
Dad laughed. “The hell I can’t! Now you get in the truck, or I will tell him about when you sat on an ant hill.”
I heard an amused giggle behind me, and I growled in frustration.
“Ugh, I hate you both!” I turned and stomped up the stairs. “Let me get my shoes on!”
It had taken ten whole minutes of arguing with Noah to get him to stay back at the house with Angel. I didn’t need him hearing that I had E. Coli, or Salmonella, or just a really bad case of the stomach flu. Him and my Dad ganging up on me had me fuming the entire thirty-minute drive down the mountain and into town, soft country music the only sound in the cab of the truck.
When we pulled up to Urgent Care, I took note of the one other car in the parking lot. With any luck, we’d be in and out quickly.
“I’ll wait here for ya.” Dad settled into his seat and turned the music up a few notches.
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of the truck, walking up to the entrance begrudgingly.
“Hi! What brings you in today?” The redheaded girl behind the counter looked no older than eighteen, and I internally sighed in annoyance.
“I’ve got some kind of stomach thing, a virus or something.” My tone made it clear I was not happy to be there.
She nodded. “Okay, sure, we can help with that. Let’s get you checked in.”
I went through the tedious process of giving her my information before sitting down in the small, plastic chairs of the waiting room. I pulled out my phone, opening my texts.
Me: You may not know this about me, but I fucking hate doctors.
Noah started typing almost immediately.
Noah: Same, but you need to get checked out.
I slumped down into the chair.
Me: Teaming up against me with my Dad is fucked. Gonna kick your ass for it when I get back.
Noah: As terrifying as that sounds, I’m sure it’s worth it.
He started typing again immediately,
Noah: I’m getting those stories out of him still.
Me: Over my dead body.
“Mileena Richards?” A female voice called to me. A short, skinny woman in scrubs called me from the door leading to the exam rooms.
I stood up and walked toward her. She smiled warmly at me, and I tried to return the gesture.
She led me to a room where she took my weight, blood pressure, and pulse ox. She then sat back and asked me to describe my symptoms.
“Well, I’ve been throwing up a lot. It seems pretty random.”
“Okay, and have you noticed it happens after anything specific? Like eating or exercise?”
I shook my head. “Maybe about an hour or so after eating? But not every time.”
She nodded. “Any cramping? Gas? Diarrhea?”
I just shook my head. “No, but right before I vomit, I get pretty lightheaded.”
She was typing into her computer. She turned her attention back to me.
“Okay, honey, and when was the first date of your last menstrual cycle?”
She pushed a small calendar toward me, and I wracked my brain. I was so bad at remembering this stuff. I flipped back a month, looking at January. What day in January?
I remembered buying tampons at Target. Where was that? Laura was with me. It was about five days before I moved. We had gone to Target for packing tape, microwave popcorn, bubble wrap, and tampons. I wasn’t due for my period for another week, but I didn’t want to be on a flight to Seattle, and it show up early while I was unprepared.
But…I never used them. My period wasn’t exact, but it came at about the end of each month. We went to the store on January 22nd. 23rd? That means my last period was just before Christmas, which I remember, because I was extra cranky when I woke up Christmas morning at Laura’s, spending the holiday with her and Will. It started on Christmas Eve…
“I, uh…” I stared at the calendar, small and tinted green with little peonies on the corner. “I think it was Christmas Eve.”
The nurse raised a brow at me over the rim of her glasses. “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
I shook my head, staring at the floor, bewildered.
“No.” She didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, her face not moving an inch. “I wasn’t sexually active much at that time.”
She pursed her lips, and pushed herself away from her desk.
“Okay, honey, follow me.”
I stood up, my brain scattered. Noah and I were always careful, so it’s just not possible.
“Alright dear,” She held a plastic cup in front of me. “I need a urine sample from you, in case we need X-rays on your abdomen, we just need to be sure.”
I nodded, accepting the cup and heading toward the bathroom she directed me to.
“Doctor will meet you back in the exam room. Just leave the cup on the tray that’s next to the sink.”
I locked the bathroom door behind me, and stared at the cup. The unnerving instinct to run out of the office and into my Dad’s truck, lying and telling him it was the stomach flu, flooded through me, making my face go numb.
My logical sense took over, and I meticulously peed in the cup, replacing the lid and scrubbing my hands in the sink.
Once I was sat back in the room, opting for the chair, rather than the paper-lined bed, I sat in silence. My phone buzzed in my sweatshirt pocket, and I lifted it with a shaking hand.
Noah: Any news?
My fingers trembled so hard that I screwed up my words and had to keep deleting and retyping.
Me: Not yet.
I didn’t lie, because there wasn’t any. I was just going absolutely insane, and the power of suggestion was making my mind play tricks on me.
I replaced my phone in my pocket and forced myself to take a deep breath. I was fine. Just sick. Nothing serious. Nothing life-changing about it.
A short rap on the door made me startle before it cracked open.
“Mileena?” A tall, older man entered the room. He wore dark green scrubs, a white coat, and a stethoscope around his neck. Very stereotypically doctor-looking.
I nodded in response.
He stepped in with a small stack of papers in his hands. “I’m Dr. Allen.” He was looking down at his documents. “I hear you haven’t been feeling well?”
I coughed to clear my throat. “Yeah, for the last few days.”
He nodded, clicking his tongue while he flipped through the forms.
“Okay, well, I’m going to do an exam, but I’m pretty sure I know why you’re feeling crappy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He looked up at me, a smile on his face. “Yep. Your hCG levels are pretty elevated, and you’re also very dehydrated.”
What the hell is hCG?
I shook my head. “Uhm, okay. What does that mean exactly?”
He moved to sit at the desk, handing the stack of papers to me.
“It means that you’re expecting.” His eyes were sincere, likely seeing that mine looked like they were going to pop right out of my skull.
The air rushed out of my lungs. My response came out nearly inaudible. “What?”
He sat back in his chair. “You’re pregnant.” He glanced at the computer, clicking something with his mouse. “Judging by how late your cycle is? I’d say about six weeks? Maybe a little less?”
I could feel my head spinning on my shoulders, unable to tear my eyes away from the doctor. When I didn’t speak, he continued.
“I would guess that what you’ve been experiencing is morning sickness. It is a little early, however. I still want to do a quick exam to make sure we don’t have any other issues.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. The world had fallen out from under me.
-
The drive home was utterly silent. I had only spoken to Dad to tell him that I was fine, and we could head home. He didn’t press, but I could feel he was growing increasingly uncomfortable.
“Leena?”
My eyes darted to him. We had pulled onto the lawn and parked already.
I didn’t answer him.
“Is it what I think it is?”
My eyes started tearing up, my lower lip trembling.
“I don’t know how this happened.” My voice was so small, I couldn’t be sure he even heard me.
“Well,” Dad huffed, adjusting in his seat. “I thought you knew this already, but, honey, when a man and a woman love each other-“
My head snapped over to my Dad, tears now rolling down my face. “Are you kidding me?!”
He sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Lighten the mood?” I scoffed. “This isn’t fucking funny!” My voice was reaching the level of a scream.
“Alright, now honey calm down.”
“Calm down?! What do you mean, ‘calm down’?!”
He lowered his eyebrows then. “Mileena Jane, I understand you’re upset, but you will not scream at me like that.”
His even, stern tone brought me back down, but my chest still heaved with sobs.
“Daddy…” I was lost for words. I was lost for thought. “What am I going to do?”
His eyes adjusted out the windshield, and I followed his gaze.
Noah stepped out of the front door, Angel heeling his left, a small smile on his face. He waved a hand at us.
“I’m not sure, baby, but you better figure it out fast.” Was all he said before opening his door to leave the truck. My hand flew over to him, grabbing his arm.
“Daddy?” He looked at me. “Please, for the love of God, don’t kill him.”
He snorted, swinging a leg out of the truck. “No promises.”
He left me alone, and I watched as he approached Noah, and clapped a hand on his shoulder politely. I couldn’t hear what he said, but he pointed at the truck, and went inside, calling Angel to him.
Noah then made his way down the porch, and across the grass. I opened my door and, slowly and shaking, hopped out.
His face fell when he saw my tears. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I wiped my face, and tried to put a calm smile on my face. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Something’s up.” He glanced back at the house. “You fight with your Dad or something?”
I shook my head. “No, no. Nothing like that.”
“Okay, so what’s up? What did the doctor say?”
My stomach bottomed out, that familiar dizzy feeling hitting me.
“He said, uhm,” I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nausea. “that my exam was normal.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So they don’t know what’s wrong with you?”
I stared at him, eyes wide and wet. “They do.”
He furrowed his brow. “And?”
I shrugged, not knowing what the fuck to say.
“Noah, do you…” I closed my eyes, building the nerve. “do you remember the night of the concert? The last one I went to? The night we got back together?”
I had worked it through in my head. The night he sang to me on stage, and kissed me in the green room.
We had gone back to his house, and it’s obvious what happened there. We didn’t have a condom, and I told him I’d go to the drug store the next day for the magic pill. The problem is, when I woke up the next morning, in his bed, Laura had called frantic. Angel had thrown up four times the night before and wouldn’t eat or drink anything. Noah and I rushed him to the vet, learning he had eaten some plants in Laura’s backyard. He needed to be kept overnight, and we almost had to reschedule our flight to Seattle. I got distracted. I forgot.
I watched the gears in his head turn, his face growing increasingly bewildered.
“I remember we…” He trailed off before he raised an eyebrow. “You took the pill…”
I shook my head. “I forgot. Angel was sick.”
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes growing wide as saucers.
“Oh my God, you’re right.” For as surprised as he was, his voice was so even.
“Noah, I’m so sorry. I forgot.” I swallowed again, my stomach threatening to spill all over the both of us. “I’m pregnant.”
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Noah had been sitting on the porch since I told him, swaying slowly back and forth while the rain fell around the house. Dad suggested I give him space, give him time to wrap his head around it.
I was trembling, sitting at the dining room table and obsessively munching on pistachios. Dad had already gone to bed, exhausted from his trip and still chewing on the news himself.
It had been five hours. Five hours since I told him the news, and there he sat, unmoving. I was crawling out of my skin, the fear and anxiety slowly turning into anger. He needed time to wrap his head around it?! I was the one growing a fucking fetus inside me! I was nauseas, dizzy, fatigued, and so fucking scared. But he got to take space?
Fuck that.
I stomped away from the table, bursting through the screen door. I walked over to the swing, standing directly in his line of vision.
“Hey!” He looked up at me, face void of emotion. “Look, I get this is a lot, alright? So if you want to bail, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to want to deal with this.”
His face was now twisted, confused.
“If you’re going to leave, however, leave now. I can’t sit in there and wait for you to get up the nerve to tell me you’re not sticking around!”
I was crying again, hot angry tears.
His voice was quiet. “What?”
I crossed my arms. “What do you mean, ‘what’? You can’t ruin your career over this, Noah. The band is just starting to get huge.”
He shook his head at me, standing to his feet. “You think I’m thinking about the band? About my career?” His words were angry, making me shrink slightly.
“I mean, yeah! How could you not? You’ve been out here for hours!”
He blinked rapidly, completely in disbelief.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” It was a half-yell, but it was enough to make me take a step back.
“I’m not out here worried about my fucking band, Leena. I’m thinking about what kind of father I’m going to be!” He gestured between us. “What kind of parents we can be to that baby!” He pointed at my stomach.
I was confused now. “What?”
He rolled his eyes, turning and pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re alcoholics, Leena! I’m less than six months sober!” He coughed then, a choked sound. “I don’t know if I’d be any good as a father.”
He sat back down, and my entire mood shifted. He was concerned about being a good Dad? Did that mean he wanted this? He wasn’t worried about his job? His music? His reputation?
“Noah,” I sat next to him, but still at least a foot away. “you don’t have to worry about that.”
He looked at me then, a look of concern on his face. I gave him the wrong idea.
“I just mean that,” I shrugged, frustrated. “you’re an amazing person, Noah. Your addiction doesn’t change that.”
He leaned back on the swing, leaning his face up to look at the ceiling. “That’s your opinion, Leena. I’ve done horrible things.”
I nodded. “We all have.”
I grabbed his hand then, his face turning to look at me. I gave him a small smile.
“Do you want to do this?”
He sighed, waiting a few moments to answer. My heart pounded in my ears.
“I really do. I’m so fucking scared, but,” He squeezed my hand in his. “I can’t help feeling really fucking excited.”
He cracked a grin, and I returned it. “Me too.”
“Leena, I know this isn’t how this was supposed to happen. And I’m so sorry that I put you in this position.”
My tears came back, then. “No, I’m sorry. I was supposed to get the Plan B. I forgot.”
I hung my head, ashamed.
“Uhm, excuse me?” I looked back up at him. “I was the one who didn’t insist we use protection. And I also forgot to get you the pill.” He lifted my face with his chin. “We both did this.”
I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“So.” He sighed out, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I leaned into him. “Yeah.”
“Well, we’ve got to move in together.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the thought of going through a pregnancy, and all the fun that was sure to entail crossed my mind. Doing that alone felt miserable. I also thought about the morning sex I got from Noah the other day, and smiled.
“Well, I did rent my house out…”
He huffed triumphantly. “Then that’s settled.”
I smirked. “You still going to want me when I’m all fat and moody?”
He chuckled, pulling me in closer. “You won’t be fat, you’ll be pregnant.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “With my baby.”
I groaned. “Oh no, you don’t have like, a breed kink, do you?”
This made him laugh loudly. “No, not really. It’s just my masculine instinct to be more attracted to you while you’re carrying my child.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Mr. Neanderthal.”
We both laughed, but quickly became quiet again. The sound of the woods and rain around us filling the space.
“I love you, Mileena.”
I tucked my face into his side, nuzzling against him.
“I love you too, Noah.”
“You promise?”
“Always.”
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story was a journey, and I can say I’ve honestly come to really love these characters. Cant decide if I want to continue their story or not, so let me know if you do. If you’ve followed it, I appreciate you! Till next time, my loves. 🖤
xo
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bxlladxnnabxtch · 10 months
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Abby Anderson x Reader
Random cute moment I thought of.
Warnings: Reader gets pushed off a cliff.
“Abby, don’t you- DARE!”
Your center of gravity shifted as you fell back, a shriek leaving you as you plummeted off the cliff, falling about 10 meters before crashing into the water below. You swam as fast as you could, kicking your feet wildly before breaking the surface. “I’M GONNA FUCKING GUT YOU!” You shouted up at her, wiping your hair out of your face as you watched her tiny silhouette bent over in laughter at the side of the cliff. You could hear her chuckles echoing through the secluded area, and you let out a sigh in defeat.
“I’m sorry!” She laughed, a smile still stretched across her face as she tried (and failed) to keep herself from laughing at her own antics. “You don’t look like it!” you yelled back, effortlessly treading the calm water. You saw her bend down before she disappeared from the edge of the cliff. A pang of fear shot through you. “Abigail Anderson, you better not leave me he-!” You were cut off as you saw her figure launch off the cliff, as she plummeted directly into the water. The splash cascaded you in a rainfall, causing you to instinctively turn away.
She gasped as she broke the surface, laughing at your unamused expression. “You’re looking at me like I just kicked your puppy.” She joked, swimming over to you. You watched her swim, eyeing her with your arms crossed. “C’mon~~~” She said, dragging out the word as she wrapped her arms around you. “Pleeeease forgive me babe?” She asked, looking over your shoulder at you.
You didn’t budge, still keeping your expression blank as you held back a smile. “Fine. I guess I’ll just have to keep you like this.” She said, shrugging slightly as her arms tightened around you. “No, what- what are you- Abby you’re gonna drown us!” You said. “No, you’re going to drown us.” She retorted, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread onto your face. “Fine I forgive you, I guess.” She gasped in mock offense, but still let go of you regardless. “Maybe I can redact the ‘I guess’ for a kiss.” You tilted your head, pretending to contemplate it for a second before you heard Abby speak up.
“Oh yeah?” Abby said softly as you turned towards her, wrapping your hands around her neck. “Yeah.” You whispered, bringing your face closer to hers. She sucked in a breath, glancing down to your lips. “That sounds like a good enough deal to me.” As she wrapped her arms around your waist, bringing your lips to hers.
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Cinderella AU, Chapter 1 (The Beginning)
Tw: swearing, implied abuse
This chapter is just the beginning of the movie, also let me know which Cinderella was your guys favorite. :)
and just incase you didn't see my post, here's the roles for this.
Ballister as Cinderella
Ambrosious as Prince Charming
Todd and Chad as the Evil Step Sisters/brothers
The Director as the Evil Stepmother
Nimona as Nimona (jk she's the role of the mice/birds from the movie)
With that being said, enjoy!
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Ballister would say his life isn't perfect, but it sure was better than living as an orphan. (ha comic reference)
His mother died shortly after he was born, but his father always said she was as beautiful as an orchid. At the age of 15, his father remarried. His new stepmother Olivia had two additional sons, who hated Ballister with a passion for absolutely no reason. His new stepmom did too. She didn't show it, but he knew.
Ballister's father died shortly after his 18th birthday, and his stepmother legally had to take him in, and refused to let him leave. He worked as a maid (butler?) for his new "family" and he learned the hard way what happens if he refused to do anything.
However, he wasn't totally alone. He had made a friend shortly after he had been forced to move into the attic, with only one window and a shitty bed, which after some time he found comfortable.
But his friend was...unique to say the least.
The sunlight seeped through the windows curtains as Ballister continued to sleep soundly on his bed, then someone opened the curtains, "Rise and shine Boss!" Ballister groaned as he rubbed his eyes, looking at the pink mouse now in front of him on his bed.
"Morning Nimona" he replied groggily, sitting up slowly and booping Nimona on her tiny nose before sitting on the edge of the bed, "I had the weirdest dream last night y'know." Ballister spoke, Nimona scurried onto his shoulder. "Oooooh about what?" she asked excitedly. Ballister laughed, "C'mon Nim, if I told you, it wouldn't come true now would it?"
Nimona looked at him, attempting to copy Ballister's 'puppy eyes' "Pleeeease?" Ballister just grabbed her off his shoulder, holding her in front of him in the palm of his hand, "no, and also that was a horrible attempt." he deadpanned the last bit. The two laughed for a moment, then a voice rang through the halls, "Ballister get down here now!" It was his stepmom, the two looked at each other for a moment before Nimona spoke up. "Looks like its time for work Boss." Ballister sighed, "Alright I'll see you in a couple hours." He replied, finishing up getting dressed and heading to the door. "Bye Boss!"
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Ballister stood in the kitchen, his job usually first thing in the morning was to make breakfast for everyone, and he simply just got the leftovers. Well, if there were any.
Once he finished preparing everyone's food, he had grabbed everything with both arms (bro got better balance than me, but yk it is also a reference to Cinderella so-) and brought them up the stairs, taking a breath before attempting to knock on his stepbrothers' doors. Of course Todd had to answer...
"What?" he replied in a harsh tone, still waking up. "Um...I brought breakfast for you and Chad." Ballister replied, slowly handing the plates for Todd to take, being careful to not spill anything. Todd rolled his eyes before snatching the plates, almost causing Ballister to spill the coffee on the dishes. Todd simply didn't say anything and just slammed the door, causing Ballister to flinch. "Okay then..." He replied as he walked to his stepmothers room.
He softly knocked on the door before coming in, the room was dark and the light from the door shined straight to the bed so his stepmom came into view. "What is it?" she asked.
Ballister just stared at her for a moment, before a snap broke him out of his own head, "Ballister, I will ask again, what do you want." She replied, not harshly but with a cold tone. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I brought you breakfast, just like you asked." He replied, putting it into her lap. She looked at the food for a moment, before looking back at Ballister who was still next to her bed.
"I'm gonna assume I have to ask you for the cream for my coffee?" She scoffed, "Oh! um sorry...here" He replied before pouring some cream into her cup, "Now that's better, thank you." Ballister knew she didn't mean the 'Thank You' but smiled and nodded and turned to leave.
"Oh! I almost forgot your chore list for the day." Ballister cursed under his breath before turning back around and letting go of the doorknob, "Yes?" he replied, his stepmother put down her cup of coffee, keeping eye contact with Ballister.
"I'll be busy with Todd and Chad today so I'm gonna need you to scrub all the floors, dust down everything, and clean the windows." She finished, taking another sip of her coffee as she did. "Is that all?" Ballister replied, a fake smile still on his face. The Director nodded, "Okay, I'll get right on that then." He left, closing the door behind him. His smile automatically dropped and he groaned as he went to go grab his supplies.
As he left the closet with his things, he noticed a letter sticking through the mailbox, so naturally he grabbed it before taking it up to his stepmother. "Now what do you want?" She asked, putting on her makeup. "There was this letter-" She snatched the letter from Ballisters' hands, before opening it and reading it.
"Well would you look at that, we've been invited to the royal ball this evening where the prince will be choosing his future husband." Ballister thinks that might be the only time he's seen his stepmother genuinely happy. "Would you tell your step brothers for me?" Ballister nodded at the request, "Um...do you think I could possibly go?" he added as he stood in the doorway.
His stepmothers happiness faded as quick as it came, "Absolutely not! you have far to many chores to do and what would you even wear?!" I guess she had a point there, but Ballister was determined to go, "Well...what if I finished my chores and DID have something to wear?" he proposed, his stepmother thought for a moment, "Hm...if you can manage to do all that, then I suppose you could." her face remained the same as she went back to doing her makeup.
Ballister smiled as he closed the door, leaning up against it once it was closed, the only problem now wasn't the chores, but more or less the outfit. Todd and Chad came down the hall, both of them standing infront of Ballister. "What's got you looking so happy dumbass?" Todd snarked, Ballister's smile immediately faded at those words, "Oh the prince is hosting a ball tonight and we were invited." he replied, his voice monotone.
"WE? As if mother would actually let you go!" Chad laughed, Ballister just sighed, "Actually she is." He replied with a straight face, Todd and Chad were both silent for a moment, which gave Ballister the time to leave and go start his chores.
He couldn't wait to tell Nimona about this, but little did he know that his stepbrothers had something wicked up their sleeves.
To Be Continued...?
(I'm sorry if any of this is inaccurate or the scenes are mixed up I haven't watched Cinderella in a few years.)
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legacyshenanigans · 2 months
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Could we maybe possibly get a lil Drabble/HC type post of Volo’s death magic in action 👀
YESSSSS! I was thinking about doing one anyway girl! I adore that you always slide into the DMs asking for it though 😩💚
Marvolo using Necromancy magic🐍
Rowan: I erm..Found the guy you wanted me to track down..
Marvolo: Excellent..Where is he?
Rowan: In the basement...
Marvolo makes his way down there, with Rowan following closely. He walks in, seeing a decomposing corpse on the table..
Marvolo: *sigh* Oh for goodness sake...
Rowan: ...Yeah.
Marvolo: *inspecting the body* Urgh...Rotten..
Rowan: I mean, I didn't know if ya woulda wanted me to bring it here or not, but I did anyway.
Marvolo: I'm glad you did. Vile as it is. It's at least a week, maybe 2 weeks dead.. Worry not *rubs his hands together* Anything can be made to talk.
Rowan: (??)
Marvolo reaches his hand out, hovering it over the putrid corpse. He takes in a large inhale through his nose and closes his eyes. He mutters to himself, and the room suddenly feels cold and falls silent. Rowan looks around, feeling the dark effect taking over the room. Marvolos eyes snap open, glowing green, the corpse sits bolt right up on the table, taking in a harsh pained breath. Marvolo smirks to himself, his hand still aimed in concentration towards the body. The corpses' voice is the thing of nightmares, the agony in its words, you can almost hear the gargle of the congealed blood in its throat.
Corpse: P-Pleeeease. HUu-urts-
Marvolo: Shhhh, answer my questions, and you shall rest..
The Corpse tries to nod, thick slime dribbling from its mouth as its head falls forward then back up once more.
Marvolo: How did you die?
Corpse: Old gang. K-Killed meeee.
Marvolo: Why?
Corpse: Left. G-Gang. Boss couldn't. Aaargh- C-Couldn't risk me talkin' Nnngh! S-Sent g-goons..After meeeee-
Rowan: Heh..Clearly didn't expect THIS, did he?
Marvolo: I know of your boss *frowns* I've been struggling to find his fucking hideout..Tell me! Where is it!?
Corpse: N-Nooo P-Pleeeease..STooop this..Pain!
Marvolo: SPEAK.
Corpse: F-Forbidden Forest... Underground...Passage..Near..O-Old willow tree...Other side of...ARRRHH...Lake!...*coughs up dark blood* Hidden...With magic...
Marvolo: *narrows his eyes* illusion magic?
Corpse: YES!...P-Pleeeeease!!!!
Marvolo: ....Rest.
Marvolo closes his eyes once more, dropping his hand away from the corpse. The body falls flat back on the table, lifeless once more. Marvolo stumbles over to a chair in the room, slumping down onto it. He shivers slightly, letting out an exasperated breath.
Rowan: (?!) *rushes over to him* Are you ok? *goes to touch his arm*
Marvolo: DONT TOUCH ME!
Rowan: (?!?!?)
Marvolo: *sighs* I'm sorry.. That takes a lot of energy out of me..Sends my head a little messy *heavy breath as he composes himself* Especially when they fucking fight it.
Rowan: That was crazy..I've never seen ya do that..
Marvolo: Its not something I use often..Anyway..The hideout, hidden by illusion magic. That's no bother..An easy thing to seek out and remove once you know its there. We'll go later..
Rowan: *nods* Yeah.. 'Course.. I'm with ya..
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chvoswxtch · 6 months
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I love you 3000! 😁
☾ speak now- headcannons (request a vault track to make it spicy)
Can I pleeeease get a spicy one for miss Elektra please please?
i love YOU 3000! 🖤
you my darling can have whatever you'd like ;)
as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
mine (elektra's version) (from the vault)*
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elektra is a giver
she likes to spoil her partner (tracking down their father's murderer and serving him up on a silver platter, hunting down a lying medical examiner and threatening him to tell the truth to help them win their case, literally giving her own life for them, etc.) and her love language is definitely gift giving and acts of service
and oh does she enjoy acts of service ;)
you had a rough day at work? she's setting you on the dining table and eating you out until you can't remember your own name
"don't worry darling, let me make you feel better."
it's your birthday? not only is she spoiling you all day with lavish gifts, she's also fucking you senseless throughout the night to ensure every minute of you special day is filled with pleasure
"those pretty sounds you're making are making me feel like it's my birthday."
it's a random wednesday and elektra just misses you? she's showing up at your work with the guise of treating you to lunch but as soon as the door shuts she's bending you over your own desk with one hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet and her other hand in your panties
"shh, be a good girl for me, love."
not only is she a giver, she's also a taker
when elektra wants you, she wants you, and she always gets what she wants
you're at a luxurious party with new york's elite? elektra doesn't care. she's dragging you to the bathroom and bunching your dress up to your waist to get a taste of you
"you look so pretty, darling. I can't help myself, you know that."
you're having a romantic dinner for your anniversary? elektra specifically requested a booth so she could slip her hand under your dress and tease you with her fingers, a devilish grin stretched across her ruby painted lips, making a show of licking her fingers clean when she's done with a look of faux innocence
"what? I wanted dessert, and you're the sweetest thing in this restaurant."
and god forbid you be upset with her. if the two of you are having an argument, or you're giving her the silent treatment, she's not having it. elektra's a seductress, and she knows exactly how to get you to break. once she has you exactly where she wants you, she'll fuck you until you forget why you were mad in the first place
"come on pretty girl, give me what I want. let me hear those pretty noises. that's it, that's a good girl. isn't this so much better than fighting?"
in conclusion, I volunteer as tribute. ellie baby, I just need one chance
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CAN WE PLEEEEASE GET A PART 2 OF 12:34
12:34 | jungkook [2]
*was not expecting the response the first part got and I’m sure this is not what most of you expected but I’m so happy with it and hope all who requested enjoy! ilysm 💗*
summary: jungkook comes to see you after yelling at you at dinner three weeks ago…
tags: angst, cursing, unaliving attempt mention *quick and slight* , not so happy ever after
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it had been weeks since jungkook blew up on you. you know this because the members hadn’t stopped blowing up your phone since.
messages flooded your phone from namjoon to jimin to even yoongi wondering how you were doing since that night. the night they found out you two were actually broken up.
“please put your phone on silent, if I have to hear that newjeans ringtone one more time I think my ears will actually bleed.” your roommate joked pointing a playful finger at your phone.
“oh please says the girl who does a little fucking dance everytime it plays.” you’d laughed.
rolling her eyes, she brought her attention back to the show you were both watching. after a few minutes you both were startled by the doorbell ringing three times followed by three knocks.
“…” you both sat in silence looking at each other, eyes wide. you both knew who was at the door because he’d used his signature knock and doorbell combo.
“bitch..” your roommate whispered turning slowly away from the door.
she held back a laugh watching you become small in the couch and cover your entire body with a blanket before whispering, “tell him I’m not here…”
“bitch!! no!!! go talk to him, you’ve been saying you wanted to tell him off one last time! nows your chance,” she’d whispered peeking over the couch squinting up at the door in suspense.
you peeked up at her from under the blanket making a small whine noise noticing she was being serious, “fuck… fine!”
nearly tripping on your way and a throw of your right slipper at your roommate later, there he was.
“c-can we talk?” was the first thing that stuttered out of his cute lips. your heart was doing backflips. god he looked great.
“um, I dont think-“ you cringed slightly, hands going to awkwardly hug yourself.
jungkook visibly flinched seeing you uncomfortable around him. even when he broke up with you, you never treated him differently but seeing you now cringing at his presence hurt but he knew he deserved it.
shaking his head slightly to remove any bad thoughts or ideas about doing this he stilled, “please I just want to say…”
you waited.
“I’m sorry jags- fuck no- sorry.“
you felt your heart twist at the mention of the pet name, a small lump in your throat forming at the memories you didn’t want replaying in your head.
“Jungkook I-“
“please just let me fucking talk to you, I- I have so much I need to say to you and if you’d just let me fucking speak-“
“anything you had to say should‘ve been said that night or the day after… jungkook its been weeks…”
“you had almost three weeks… three weeks and you-“ you tried.
“fuck, whatever it doesn’t matter. please leave I have nothing to say to you anymore.” you could feel a headache coming as you pinched at your nose bridge in annoyance.
“I swear sometimes it’s like your so difficult, just let me-“
“no. I’m over you getting your way every time with no regard to my feelings.” you spat disgust lacing your words watching his annoyance with you grow in the way he angrily rolled his tongue against his cheek.
“what the fuck are you talking about?” he dragged almost rolling his eyes.
“THAT! you don’t talk to me the same anymore. as soon as we broke up you were so quick to be cold to me like you’d finally gotten rid of me and could drop the nice guy act or something!”
“oh don’t do that, don’t fucking do that. I told you we weren’t happy!” jungkook pressed, arms and chest tensing not understanding how you couldn’t understand.
“bullshit! now who’s the fucking liar?” he flinched at your tone, eyes furrowed.
“you were the only one who wasn’t happy…” you continued watching him open and close his lips trying to say something anything that would prove you wrong.
“Baby I-“
“I was so fucking happy with you… I waited for you while you were away because I fucking loved you and didnt care if you were countries away being seen having the time of your life with celebrities and not even answering my texts. I didn’t listen to my friends when they told me to leave you when you ignored me. I didn’t listen to my parents when they told me they didn’t like the way you treated me. I didn’t listen to my fucking therapist after my attempt when they called you to come get me and you sent a manager because you ‘had practice’. I didn’t fucking listen!”
he couldn’t speak, mouth dry, lips growing red from how hard his canines bit into them.
“so whatever bullshit about how you wanted to protect me and let me go so I can be better without you excuse you wanted to preach, the records broken.”
“you’re immature and a dick, and I would never forgive someone who yells and curses at me and doesn’t feel the need to apologize until a month later. so go tell yoongi or namjoon or whoever told you to come and apologize that I don’t want it. don’t come here again.”
you went to close the door before your roommate yelled, “what did he say?! how’d it go?” jungkook overheard.
“pathetic girl! he wasn’t even out there with flowers! what a joke!” you’d shouted leaving him to stand outside hands in his pockets defeated and embarrassed.
turning around catching sight of a trashcan he took his anger out with a swift kick and a spew of curse words. immediately walking away from the door he’d angrily typed a text to yoongi:
“I fucking told you, she’s impossible! I don’t know why you made me come here hyung!!”
12:34 part 3 🥟💗
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