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a-casual-kpopfan · 28 days

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Love Is... - Choi Yena

Damn, who thought I would come back to writing?

My first fic of 2024, I may be a few months late, but I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of the jingle from the front door plays through the speaker, the warm air hits you as you pass through the doors. You take a sigh of relief as you were able to get out of the cold while it was snowing outside.

It’s February, winter is in full swing, snowfall has become the regular in this region. And worst of all, it’s become couples’ season. You weren’t known much as a bitter person, but with all the hearts and couple promotions just brings an ick to your own heart. You were not against people in relationships, you yourself are not searching for a partner to even be with, but just the promotion of love just brings an extra level of bitterness out of you.

Not feeling to cook tonight, your goal tonight was to enjoy a nice and cheap bowl of ramen.

After all, the only thing that can make you happy is food.

You browse around the different flavours and seasonings of the instant ramen selections but then you end up with you usual and most generic pack, a pack of spicy ramen, shortly after you walk over to the cold foods section to add as your sides. Today, you felt adventurous, no one is around to ruin your mood.

Your goal in the cold section is to find a set of your favourite soy marinaded eggs. And there before your eyes, only one pack of two eggs are left on the shelf. “They must be low on stock.” Speaking to yourself as your hands grab the pack before anyone else can take it, on the way to the counter you decided to grab a cool oolong tea as well.

Before paying, you noticed a short individual walk into the store, wearing shorts and an odd white sweater with pink accents. “A little odd to be wearing shorts in winter.” You spoke a little too loudly to be saying it to yourself, the person took their hood off and gave you a little glare, although your attention was not about her hearing you.

Long strands of pink hair flow out in the wind, she almost looks like someone written out of a manga, an anime character you used to watch on Saturday mornings. “A little rude to stare.” The woman scoffed then walked by you. A little shocked but not surprised with her attitude, it’s not anything new to you.

“YAH, WHERE’S THE MARINATED EGGS?”

The person in the white and pink sweater made her way back to the front of the store and you’re now staring eyes with a pink haired bull. “YOU!” Pointing her finger straight at you, stomping hard towards you. Her other hand balled up into a fist, you swear her eyes have been lit on fire from the inside of her skull.

You look over to the employee at the counter and they seem just as confused as you are.

“Those.” She points to the pack of the marinated eggs. “I’m taking those.” Great, just another thing to add to your already over the limit bitterness due to this season. “How about no?” You put your hand up in front of her finger pointing at the pack and push it away. “I will pay for your dinner if you just let me have those eggs.” You look her straight in the eye, she’s dead serious with that statement.

“Jinja?” “Mm.” “Jinja?” “Mm.” “Jinja?”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?!” If this was an anime, you would picture this pink haired girl to light flames out of her head, ready to kill just for a pack of factory boiled eggs, marinated in a soy sauce mixture, who knows what other additives that could’ve been added to this.

All this for eggs.

“Nah, I think I’ll pass.” You said with a straight face, didn’t hesitate knowing you just destroyed the spirit of this young woman. She starts growling slightly her hands are in fists, looking like she’s shaking because she’s trying to prevent herself from punching you, but instead she started tearing up and squatted down, hugging her legs. “But… I really wanted those eggs…” She was whimpering, not something you saw coming.

“Shit.” You look over at the clerk again, all they could do is shrug, giving you a look that says, ‘it’s your mess, not mine.’ You scratched your head in frustration and gave in. “Look, I will split this pack with you if you stop crying.” The girl’s eyes point up to you, the waterworks are really going with this one. Not convinced of your off, she continued moping on the floor. You were left with no choice.

“Ugh and I’ll pay for your dinner.”

“Jinja?” “Yes.” “Jinga?” “Yes.” “Jinga?”

What is this girl doing to you?

You take a deep breath before nodding again.

A pack of instant ramen, a cold green tea and a couple onigiris later, you and this pink haired woman take a seat a table together, considering the circumstances, you found it appropriate to at least sit with this person.

“Thank you for the meal!” The woman clapped her hands together as in a praying motion before digging in the ramen that you ended up paying for.

“Choi Yena.” Confused from what she said, you question her.” I’m sorry, what was that?” Yena picks up the disposable chopsticks, breaking them apart before repeating herself. “Choi Yena, I figured you should know my name for buying me dinner.” Surprised but you told her your name before you did the same with your chopsticks.

Most of the night was silent other than the slurp here and there, the door opening for the occasional night owl popping for a snack. You had just met this Choi Yena about a half hour ago, having a midnight dinner with her, and had a fight with her for boiled eggs.

Not that weird, right?

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A couple nights later, you find yourself in the same spot. Going through the doors of the same convenience store, grabbing another pack of instant ramen. Once again, you’re in the cold foods section looking for the same set of marinated eggs that you enjoy so much, but to your displeasure, there’s none on the shelf.

“Damn, must be still out from last time.” Disappointed, you turned to see a familiar pink haired woman. “Well, hello stranger.” Yena there, smiling at you. She’s holding a shopping basket with her arm, and you notice she too had a pack of noodles, the same green tea drink and what seems to be the last pack of eggs.

“Choi Yena…”

“Looks like you’re having dinner again here?” Yena sticks her arm out with the basket, bringing it closer to you. “Let me pay you back, put it in here.” Yena points with her lips, gesturing to the food and drink that’s in your hands, you smiled and just followed along. “Since you’re paying me back, I might as well grab this too.” You grab a salmon onigiri off the shelf and quickly drop it in Yena’s basket, but to Yena’s amusement she rolled her eyes in a playful manner.

“Yah, is that it or is there more?” You chuckle and you look through the rest of the shelves, carefully looking at all the food. “Hmm, what else is good here?” Yena goes and slaps your shoulder and starts walking up to the front counter. “Don’t take your time!” You followed suit, walking just behind Yena.

After paying for the items, you and Yena start getting the ramen ready to be cooked. “What brought you back here?” You ask Yena while she’s opening her soup packets, you do notice with her lips how she pouts a little hard, almost like she has a duck’s bill. “Yena?” She was so focused on her noodles that she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings.

“Oh, yeah, sorry… What did you ask?” Yena looks at you with such an innocent look, you found it cute. “What brought you back here again?” Yena smiles and snickers a little while she pours her soup packet into the plastic bowl. “Coming here late at night helps me not think about my ex-boyfriend, we recently broke up and it was a little messy.” You were left speechless, not expecting an answer like that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, we barely know each other.” Yena tries to cut the awkwardness with a laugh although it didn’t last long. “I normally come here to be alone, coming here late at night with no one around brings me a certain level of peace… Until someone squashed that idea.” You look at Yena with a deadpan while gives you a quirky smile. “Oops, sorry.”

Silence has come between you two as you’re focused on putting some toppings in your ramen before pouring in the hot water, the same with Yena.

“Sometimes, it’s nice to eat with a friend.” Yena quietly speaks up, but you didn’t reply only continued with a little smile.

“Sometimes, not being alone is nice.”

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“What’s on the menu today, Yena?”

You and Yena have been meeting at the same convenience store for several days now, it’s started to become a normal routine. You get home late from work, its nearly midnight, then you tend to run into Yena at the store. “I haven’t had tteokbokki in awhile, why not that and…”

“This!” Yena pulls a pack of precooked pork belly, ready to eat out of the microwave. “Isn’t that going to be a heavy dinner?” You questioned the choice, going with a high carb meal with a side of fatty meats. Yena went from a big smile to now a death stare towards you, annoyed with your reply, Yena answers back. “Are you trying to say something about my weight?”

You regret questioning her.

Yena goes on to the microwavable foods section to find something to add to your dinner for the night. “Then how about this?” The pink puff pulls out a bag of fish cakes, perfect side for a bowl of tteokbokki. “Let me go get the drinks while you set up the meal?” You suggested with Yena nodded happily.

Yena pays for the food before making way to the self serve area to get everything cooked so you two can have dinner. You took your time strolling to the drinks area knowing that the food would take a little bit to cook fully even though it’s just precooked frozen foods.

“Hmm, what to have tonight?”

While browsing around, you had thought about getting your usual cold green tea, but you decided to be a little adventurous tonight. You pull a strawberry milk and a mango flavoured green tea; Yena can decide which one she wants when you bring it over to her. A little smile grew on your face when picking the drink out, excited to try it, you quickly walked to the counter to pay for the drink.

Once paid for, you hear the beeping of a microwave from the other side of the store, making you think that the food was already done. Quickly taking the bottles of the counter, you walked over swiftly to see Yena placing a tray down on a table. She was placing everything on the table so carefully, the food being placed in the centre of the table.

Yena meticulously places smaller disposable platters on either side of the table, with chopsticks next to them on top of napkins. You couldn’t help but smile and chuckle on the side, your slightly snickering startles Yena, not knowing that she’s being watched. “Yah! You could’ve given me a heart attack!” Yena clenches her jaw and pretends to go for a punch with her fist.

You continued smiling like an idiot, walking up to the table bringing the drinks to the pink haired menace. “Choose one.” Presenting both drinks, she looks at each bottle, back and forth, thoroughly thinking which one to drink. “I choose this one!” Yena points at the mango flavoured tea, you nodded and put the strawberry drink on one side, then opening the mango drink for Yena.

Both of you sat down on your respective sides of the table, Yena starts picking up the tteokbokki with her chopsticks. “So how was work today?” Throughout spending more time with Yena, you found out that Yena is a professional photographer and is renting a studio nearby, which is why she comes by this convenience so often.

“Aish, the models that my clients keep hiring are so thin, they look like they never eat.” Yena continues ranting about her day, you sat there watched her eat the tteokbokki with some aggression while you were eating slowly but getting your share of the food.

“What about you, how was your day?” Yena puts down her chopsticks, leaning her elbow on the table, holding her head up with her hand. She looks at you with such interest, wanting to know how your day went. Both eyes are on you and only you, her ears are open for listening to you and only you.

You couldn’t stop the muscles in your face from forming a smile, you were happy. You were happy that someone is there to ask you about your day, someone interested to find out how you are doing.

“Damn you, Choi Yena.”

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“I can’t believe he would just walk out! These models are becoming so sensitive with constructive feedback!” Yena screamed over the phone, you’re currently driving your way back from work and Yena decided to give you a call as she has a late photoshoot. “What did you even tell him?” You were happy to hear Yena’s voice, you were beginning to think that you wouldn’t see her tonight because of the photoshoot.

“Ahhhh, I told him that he looks bored, that he needs to put some emotion in his posing!” Yena continued with her story as you’re driving back, you just drove and listened. You loved hearing the sounds of her voice, you were never too busy for Yena, and she was never too busy for you.

“Do you still have any more shoots to do tonight, Yena?” With the intentions of getting late night dinner again with the photographer, you change lanes to make way to the convenience store instead of home. “Yeah, I still have a few more shoots to do. I’m not sure what time I would even be done.” You can hear Yena sigh. Her frustration can be felt through the sound of her voice.

Yena continued ranting until her next model arrived. “Yah, I’ll call you later. My next victim is here.” The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up, though little does the photographer know that you’re going to be stopping by tonight to greet her with her favourite late-night dinner.

Shortly you make it to the store, quickly you gathered all the normal food both you and Yena would have. You make it to the clerk and wait for him to scan everything for you to pay, “You’re not with your girlfriend tonight?” Your heart skipped a beat, you were hesitant to pull your card out of your wallet. “Eh, you really think that’s my girlfriend?”

“That pink haired photographer, yeah.” The clerk finished scanning everything, putting everything in a plastic bag for you. “You two are here together almost every night for the last three months. I always thought there was something between you two.” With that, you couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a smile. The grin stretched from one ear to the other, you were uncontrollably happy.

With that, you paid and quickly drove over to the studio without Yena knowing you would be there tonight. You park your car in the respective spot, not too far away from the entrance but close enough so you won’t be too cold from the weather. You pull your phone out to call Yena before entering the studio.

“Choi Yena, are you still doing the shoot?” Clearly, you’re playing stupid as you slowly walk through the main building’s door. You can see flashes of light emerge from the hallway, faint sounds of music playing. “Yeah, I’m probably going to skip dinner tonight if I have to finish the rest of the shoot tonight.” Yena struggles to hold her phone up with her shoulder while she takes a photo.

“What if dinner is brought to you tonight?”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

You end the call, Yena is genuinely confused, disregarding that she’s in a middle of the shoot.

“Choi Yena!”

You yell the photographer’s name out getting her to turn around to see you holding up a pair of bags with food and drinks. “Yah! What are you doing here?” The pink photographer couldn’t stop herself from smiling, carefully placing the camera down on a nearby table she runs towards you with her arms opened, which ultimately ends with her hugging you.

“I didn’t want you to skip dinner, so I thought to bring it to you.”

After a few minutes, you got dinner set up with Yena but also had brought snacks for Yena’s photography crew and models.

“Thank you for the meal!” Yena was overjoyed, you were happy to see her like this. Looking around the room with everyone talking and enjoying their little break from this late shoot. You begin to eat with Yena, the tteokbokki you had bought today tasted a better than it usually did, you felt happier today than you had in the past, butterflies start take off in your stomach.

You were confused on what this feeling was, this feeling that’s being built up inside you. The way Yena eats, the way she smiles at you, the way she speaks to you.

You love it all.

Love?

You were listening to Yena ranting about how her day went up to this point, how you were the one good thing to happen tonight. You were mindlessly listening, eating, the only thought that’s going through your mind is how perfect would it be if Yena could just end the session now and go home with you.

Stuck in your daydream, a sudden sound snaps you back to reality.

The buzzing from Yena’s cell phone disturbs your dinner, it seemed important to Yena as she immediately puts her chopsticks down, asking for a minute so she can pick up the call. “Go ahead Yena.” Getting up, you watch the distance between the two of you grow, you hated this distance.

You wanted Yena to be next to you all the time, you wanted to be with Yena as much as possible.

“What is wrong with me?”

Patiently waiting for Yena to return, you could only think of what the two of you could be doing on your days off, what type of dates she would like to go on with you. Nothing goes through you mind but Yena.

“Should I confess?”

“You look like you’re in deep thought.” Yena giggles as she has appeared before you, flustered from her sudden appearance, you try to recollect yourself.

“What was the phone call about?” You try to get Yena’s attention off you for being so unaware that she had returned. “Oh, nothing… My ex-boyfriend tried to meet with me, I told him to screw off.” Something inside you had suddenly dropped, like as if your heart and other inner organs had been pulled out of you.

“The two of you still talk?” You had a sudden loss of appetite, you were now only poking at the food, not looking to consume anything at this point. “Sometimes, he still gets on my nerves quite often, he wants to get back together, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us.” Yena takes her drink and aggressively chugs a large amount after speaking about her ex, you on the other hand sighed slightly in relief.

“I do enjoy the single life again, not having to be shackled to another person, I get to live with my freedom!” Yena jumps up on her feet and stretches her arms and legs, you couldn’t get a word out or say anything but just smile with Yena. “Anyways, I think I should get back to the shoot, I don’t want to stay here all night.”

You agreed with Yena, deciding to clean up after the two of you so you can let Yena go back to the studio floor. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” Yena waits for you to get back up to give you a hug before running off to the studio.

“Damn it.”

~~~~~

“I’ll see you at our usual spot?”

The text you got from Yena earlier that evening, it’s almost essential that the two of you meet every night at the convenience or even at her studio now. It’s been almost a year of this same routine, of seeing each other majority of the week. You miss her when she’s not around, all you can think about is Yena, how is doing? What is she doing?

You try to keep your distance in respect of her, but you try to walk on a line between just being friends with her or confessing your feelings to her.

“You fool, you should just come clean, otherwise you’ll just be hurt again.” You try to motivate yourself to finally confess to the photographer Choi Yena. The little pink haired woman who happens to walk into your life, over marinated eggs of all things.

“Hey!”

“You’re here!”

“I’m so excited to tell you what happened today!”

All you can hear is her voice in your head.

All you can think about is you and Yena being together.

Today must be the day you tell her.

You pull up to the parking lot of the convenience, but you don’t see Yena’s car anywhere, she probably hasn’t arrived yet. “Great, gives me time to think.” You took a deep breath and shut off your car and stepping out.

Slowly approaching the door, you can recognize a certain someone through the windows looking around for food. Instead of a vibrant pink that you were so used to, you instead see a velvety red colouring, standing out a lot more than the usual pink.

The moment you were about to push the door open and walk in, your heart shatters in pieces.

You see a man put his arm around Yena’s shoulder, while Yena dips herself into the man’s embrace. The two can be seen talking through the window, she’s smiling towards him while the man is happy to be there with her.

“Ex-Boyfriend, huh?”

You slowly backed away from the door, you weren’t ready to face this. You didn’t want to face her in this state. There were no tears, but you felt like the world had just come crashing down on you.

What a fool you were, to think that you can find someone to be with.

“Who am I to think that I would be able to have a chance with someone like her?”

Walking back slowly to your car, getting in, and starting it, to get away from this place as soon as possible.

*Bzzz, Bzzz*

“Choi Yena”

She was calling, looking for you, but why would she want to be finding you in the first place?

You pick up the phone regardless.

“Hey! Are you close by?”

“Hey Yena! I’m sorry but I have to stay late at work tonight, I have a last-minute project to get started on right away.”

It was your first time having lied to Yena, you didn’t want to, but you needed to.

“I’ll call you when I can see you again, okay?”

“Oh, okay… I’ll see you soon then.”

The call ends abruptly after that, you dropped your phone in the passenger seat, ready to drive off home… Or wherever you can get to.

Just anywhere but here.

“I’m sorry Yena.”

Some things were just not meant to be, you and Yena just happen to be one of those things.

Love is... Isn't for everyone.

#Choi Yena #Yena #kpop fic #idol x reader

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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Hello helloooo!!! <3 could i request “your lips are so soft” and “i could spend the whole day doing just this.” prompt?? something a little bit long and maybe suggestiveness or spicy i’m kind of in the mood for romantic but smutty peter p.

eeeeeek, i don't write smut so this is.... new. but i mean, c'mon, this is perfect peter spicy.

just in case, nsfw content.

“Your lips are so soft,” you whisper the words against his mouth, the upper corner raises in a shy, yet confident grin. Peter doesn’t comment, he just brings his hand to the back of your head and pushes you back in. You’ve been dating for four months and you were rapidly approaching new territory tonight.

Straddling his lap and almost laying down on his chest, you’re all over him and mouth glued to his, following his movements and breaths. You’d spent the night and when you woke up you immediately rolled over for a morning kiss, it turned into a make out.

Peter’s fingers gently push up your shirt, it’s actually his but you stole it for the night. You can feel he’s hesitant to bring them higher, he’s had them under your shirt before, but you’ve never been without a bra either. You didn’t mind, in fact you’d gladly accept him touching you.

Peter grips at your hips, he doesn’t want to break it but he needs to breathe, so do you. When he pulls back you kiss over his jawline and down his neck, you’ve never been this feral before. Kissing down the middle of his throat you pull his hand higher up your torso, when he feels the puffy skin of your side boob he stops, he’s not pushing your limits, he’s never touched you bare.

Finally pulling away to look at him you rested your hand over his and cupped your right boob, Peter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, “holy shit,” you sat up fully on his lap and nodded down to your chest, “wanna involve the other?” Goosebumps rose up when he dragged his hand up your body, now knowing he has permission he takes his time to tease, his thumb brushes your nipple, if he was braver he’d play with it.

His hands jiggle them under your shirt, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “You have free rein and you wanna bounce ‘em?”

If Peter stares hard enough he may be able to develop x-ray vision. “If I never touch them again I’d be so disappointed I didn’t.”

You’re a little nervous for the next part, but he’s so nice to kiss and if he was that happy touching them, imagine seeing them, shirtless on his lap while he’s shirtless is brand new ground and you couldn’t wait to step foot on the land.

Peter’s too busy squeezing and running his hands over your breasts, he’s finally gathered enough confidence to pinch and pull at your nipples, if you didn’t want him to then you wouldn’t have invited him. He has to imagine he’s doing something right because you have bated breaths and you're rocking against his pelvis at certain points. He’s shirtless and in thin sweatpants, you’re in a shirt and underwear, it was about to come to a new length, literally.

You cross your arms at the bottom of your shirt and in one breath you tug it over your head, shaking your hair out from the collar. You look at Peter, he’s in shock. He’s staring at your chest, his cheeks are pink and he runs his tongue over his teeth. He’s stopping himself from taking a bite, you know it.

“Are you cool with this, pete?”

For the first time in minutes he looks you in the eyes, “cool, so, so cool.” You giggle then your cheeks turn warm, “if you wanna, like, kiss them you can.” Peter’s eyes shine, “really?” As you nod he leans in, a kitten lick then he encompasses your breast with his mouth, when he swirls his tongue around you can’t help but groan and tie a hand to the back of his head and keep him tethered there.

You grind down on his hips and he stops you when he holds your waist, things are getting harder, you can feel it. You’ve never felt him like this before, you should be more nervous but all you can feel is excitement.

“You know what you’re doing.” Peter’s voice is gruff, he places a kiss to your sternum.

“I do,” you hold his hands as you grind down, this time he groans, “so let me.”

Peter has the perfect sight right now, you’re sitting on top of him, shirtless and grinding down on his dick. And you want to, you initiated. He has no idea what he did to be so lucky, especially this early in the morning. He hasn’t had enough time in the day to woo you, you woke up wanting him.

New territory, but on the same page. Peter’s hands guide your hips, the tension builds. You can’t help but look down, you’ve never felt or seen it before. Peter pats your thighs, he thinks you’re freaking out, you watch as you grind down, he groans, his pants jump.

“So that’s what it feels like.”

Peter laughs loudly, “my dick?”

You nod, “is it as big as it feels?”

“I… I think so? I think it’s a what you see is what you get kinda thing.” Peter’s shy, he’s never had anyone comment on his size before. Granted, he’s never had someone see it before.

Your fingers tickle at his waistband, “I think I should see it, so I know what I’m getting.”

Peter breathes in deeply through his nose, “you’re dangerous.”

You place a kiss on his mouth, “I could spend the whole day just doing this.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter x reader #my writing

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kai-anderson-whore · 7 months

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Talk tonight: Evan peters x fem reader smut (kinktober fic 1)

Summary: Evan is away from home, you decided to tease him by sending a pic of your new lingerie which leads to other things

Warnings: smut, phone sex, masterbation, dirty talk, spicy pics

Word count: 973

A/n: first kinktober fic, what do we think? I’m on the fence with this one i Don’t know if I like it or not.

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Boredom took over you as you laid on the sofa of yours and your partners shared house. Evan was away filming his latest show. You missed him on nights like this, you thought about the night before he had left making a tingling sensation bubble in your core, getting yourself worked up.

And as the saying goes speak of the devil and he shall appear, a notification from your phone pulled you out of your daydream. Seeing it was indeed Evan a grin plastered on your face you opened your phone to see the text.

Evan:

Hey babe, how was your day? ❤️

You:

Hey babe yeah it was okay, Just missing you also I got a package today ❤️

Evan:

I miss you too ❤️ what did you get?

You:

A lingerie set 🫣❤️

Evan:

Show me😉❤️

You bit your lip suppressing a grin getting off the sofa and into the bedroom to retrieve your lingerie set. It was a three piece lace set set a deep plum colour which was one of Evan's favourite colour.

You slipped out your previous attire, holding up the Lacey bra you put it on your chest. It gave your breast a little lift giving you the perfect cleavage. You moved on to the panties which were a thong also lace. Gliding the flimsy fabric up your legs. Lastly was the little robe that came with it the robe was a silk material soft against your skin.

Tying the robe loosely on you so it would show the underwear. you examined yourself in the mirror your phone in hand trying to find the perfect angle you snapped a few pictures in front of the mirror. Then proceeded to use the front camera now on your knees on the bed you made yourself look seductive to tease Evan further since you were now in the mood.

You took a few more pictures before laying on your bed picking out the perfect one. Deciding to use the one of you on the bed slightly biting your finger. You had to admit you look hot, knowing it would get Evan riled up. Seeing that we saw the photo, three little dots popped up on your screen telling you he was typing before they disappeared and he instead called you.

With a grin you answered the phone putting him on speaker. "Hey babe" you said blushing at the fact you sent him that. "Hey baby, I wow" he was truly lost for words. "So what do you think" you asked fiddling with the belt of the robe.

"I think that I wish I was there so you could give me a full show, you look so fucking hot" he groaned. With the sound that came from his lips you could guess he was probably palming himself. "I wish you were here you could've have the full experience" you pouted even though he couldn't see.

That's when you heard it again a low groan from down the phone. "Evan are you touching yourself?" You giggled your plan was working perfectly. "I can't help it baby you in that little set does things to me, don't even wanna know what I would do to you" his voice was deep thick with lust, making you grow wetter by the minute settling yourself down more comfortable on the pillows, your hand trailed over your body teasing yourself.

"And what would you do" you asked biting your bottom lip.

"Well firstly I'd kiss your neck, especially that spot that makes you sigh" he started off, a sigh left your lips and your cold fingertips came in contact with your clit. "What else would you do" you asked, a slight moan leaving your lips. "My hand would roam down your body, and into those purple panties, you'd so wet" you could hear how deep Evan's voice got with lust, a grunt followed behind.

"I'm so wet right now" you moaned collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit, your movements were slow to begin with essentially teasing yourself. "God I wish I was with you, make you feel so good" Evan grunted. You could picture him already laying on the bed, his boxers halfway down his thighs, droplets of sweat decorating his flushed skin, tugging on himself picturing its you.

A moan left your lips as the pace of your fingers fastened, your hips bucked towards your own hand. “Feel good baby” you heard Evan tugging himself a little faster, more turned off by your sounds down the phone. “Mhmm” you hummed. “Come on baby tell me, use your words” he coaxed needing to hear your voice to bring him to his breaking point.

“It feels so fucking good Evan” you managed to let out. Your other hand on your breast. “When I see you I’m going to fuck you so good” Evan grunted his voice slightly higher signaling to you he was also close. “I’m so close Evan” you alerted feeling that knot forming in your stomach.

“Let go baby” Evan encouraged hearing another groan from him, that was all you needed to let go. With a loud moan your orgasm took over you, the overwhelming yet euphoric feeling washed over you. Hearing your orgasm through the phone Evan came after you with one of the most hottest sound you have ever heard.

Once you were both calmed down you retrieve your hand from inside your underwear. Trying to regain your breath, “I can’t wait to see you in three days” Evan’s voice chimed. A lazy smile on your lips “me too I miss you so much” you sighed a bit tired. “Tired babe” he asked.

“A little but I want to talk for a while” you stated. You missed hearing his voice in the late hours of night. “Okay babe we can talk for a while” he agreed.

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Rio taking y/n out on a date night while the kids are at his grandmothers for valentines. And coming home to flowers on the bed & [dream gift]. giving you a night you’ll never forget 💓

Oh, hell yes! I'm going to enjoy this one. My mind is already playing it out😆. Buckle up cause I got quite a bit to say for this one. I know...when don't I have a lot to say? In other words, I apologize in advance for the lengthiness😆. **whispers** This is an HC that morphed into a fic😏.

Anywho, here it goes. Hope y'all enjoy drawn-out sexual tension👀😈. It took everything in me to not make a mood board for this😂.

P.S. I would’ve posted this earlier, but this was a bit too spicy to post on the Lord's Day😆. I'm side-eyeing y'all sneaking in these lowkey headcanon requests. I've been spoiling my sweet lovelies lately😜♥️. Tagging some lovelies at the end💓.

Song Inspo:

Valentine's Day is doubly the celebration for you and your hubby. Rio is all about giving his wifey the world. He wasn’t surprised when you suggested the two of you get married on said day. Now, here the two of you were, eight years (yes, your firstborn was four at the time) and four kids later, celebrating your tenth anniversary on the day of love. Rio always did his best to make sure Valentine’s Day was special.

You had been sleeping peacefully when your eyes fluttered open, and a soft moan slipped from your lips. Not wanting to make any noises to awaken the children, you tucked your bottom lip between clenched teeth. Your digits slipped under the comforter, sliding down your body and landing on Rio’s head.

It’s what my ass gets for always sleeping in the nude. Hubby can just dive in whenever he gets good and ready.

A muffled “Morning baby” sounded below the covers. His tongue slid up your sex, circling the bundle of nerves. Rocking your hips against Rio, he sucked harder. Head tilting back, you could feel the erotic moan about to release. You covered your mouth, trying to remain quiet. Releasing your pearl, Rio inserted two fingers inside you, scissoring. His other hand snaked its way from under the sheets snatching your hand away from your mouth. His fingers sped inside you as he rasped, “Let me hear you, mama. The munchkins are with your momma. Scream for me, baby.”

The speed of his movements increased more as his lips curled around your bud again. Your legs started to tremble as you cried out for him.

“Shit! Rio!”

His head pulled away once more as his digits stilled inside you. You whined at the loss of his lips and his hand.

“Now you know that’s not what I want to hear, mama. What’s my name?”

Three of his fingers swiped back and forth across your ball of nerves rapidly. Eyes rolling backward, your head tilted back as your mouth fell open.

“Damn it, Rio. Daddy!”

His mouth attached to you again as he growled against your sex.

“There you go, mama.”

Rio swirled and dipped his tongue continually. It was only a matter of minutes before he pulled an orgasm from your writhing body. Licking you clean, he trailed kisses inside your thighs and up your torso. His lips found yours, kissing you hungrily. His pelvis ground against you as your thighs spread wider. The fact that he was still wearing underwear made you pout.

“I need you inside me,” you whined.

“Sorry, mama. That’s going to have to wait.”

You kissed your teeth as he chuckled. You grabbed at the waistband of his boxer briefs as his eyebrow quirked, lip tucked between his teeth. Just as your hand slid beneath it, Rio removed it, wrapping his other hand around your throat.

“You know better. Behave, mama.”

“Why can’t I have you now,” you continued to whine.

“Don’t be a brat. You gon’ get all this work, but not until tonight, darlin’.”

“Cocky ass.”

“Get your bratty ass up. I got a surprise for you, wifey.”

“Unless the surprise is: you rearranging my guts, I’m not interested,” you sassed.

“Mama,” Rio warned.

“Fine. I just find it funny you get pussy when you want it, but I have to wait for the dick.”

Rio ran his hand down his face and took a deep breath. His eyes slowly opened, fixing you with that familiar stare. The one that usually kept you in check. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped out of bed, wrapping up in a silk robe. He held the bedroom door open for you, slapping your behind as you stepped out into the hallway.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, keep your hands to yourself.”

“Now, had I done that, your ass would've pitched a fit, asking if I didn’t love you anymore? Dramatic ass. Just go to the damn kitchen, mama,” he retorted.

His hands grabbed your waist, leading you to the destination. Rio hugged you from behind as you smiled at the breakfast he had set out for the two of you. Spinning in his arms, you wrapped them around his neck. Standing on your toes, you reached up, pecking his lips.

“Thank you, papa.”

Rio smirked, grabbing a handful of your backside. He kissed you back. Guiding you to the table, he pulled out your chair. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying your food. He could see that you had something on your mind.

“Why the sad face, mama?”

“I didn’t get to tell my babies Happy Valentine’s Day before they left out.”

Chuckling at how dramatic you could be, Rio responded, “They are with your mama now, but they’ll be with my grandma tonight. Mom’s bringing them back to pick up their overnight bags and give you the special present they made for Mommy. She’ll drop them off to my grandmother.”

The smile that stretched across your face put one on Rio’s.

“Dramatic ass. Nana and I decided it would be nice for just the two of us to have breakfast. Do you honestly think the three of us would have you go a day without spoiling our babies? ”

“No,” you answered, smiling shyly.

“Why do you always have to be so damn cute, mama? It’s getting harder for me to keep from bending you over this kitchen table.”

“Do it then-.”

“I’ve planned the day for you, darlin’. Just think of it as foreplay.”

“You did that shit on purpose. We’ll see who’s begging who by the end of the night.”

“Mama, you know you can’t hold out. Now do me a favor. Go shower and get ready for the day. I’m taking my wife shopping. Then lunch, and after that, I’m dropping you off. I scheduled a hair and nail appointment for you. We have dinner reservations tonight,” he finished, leaning in and rubbing his thumb across your chin.

You sprang from your seat, going over to straddle your husband. His hands rubbed your sides as you kissed his neck.

“You cleared your schedule for today,” you asked excitedly.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and our eighth anniversary. Of course, I did, darlin’. Yeah, I was busy last year, but I still made the night special,” he smiled cockily.

“Yes, it resulted in yet another pregnancy scare.”

“Who was scared? Not me. Missed my shot that time, but I knocked that pussy out the frame the next.”

“Only cause I begged you for a son,” you boasted.

Rio pinched your ass, “Go get ready.”

“Ow! Rio, stop,” you chastised him, hopping off his lap.

Bending down, you kissed his cheek, thanking him for everything he did.

“I can’t believe you scheduled appointments for me, baby. That’s the cutest, sweetest shit ever.”

“Keep that between us, mama. I don’t need any of these weak ass bitches questioning my street cred,” he joked.

“Secrets safe with me, papa.”

“Gimme another fuckin’ kiss,” he demanded, holding your chin.

Rio stole some kisses and released your face, watching your butt jiggle as you walked away. You made your way to the bedroom, hopping in the shower. Not even five minutes after stepping under the steaming water, you felt Rio’s arms wrap around your waist. His lips ghosted your shoulder as his lower appendage pressed against you. He came close to kissing your shoulder as his arm reached around to pluck his body wash from the shelf.

“You don’t mind me joining you? Do you, mama?” whispered in your ear as he started washing himself.

“Not at all. I know what you’re trying to do, Rio. You almost had me, but I’ll ignore that little stunt you tried to pull. You ass,” you grumbled, hiding a smile.

Helping each other wash the hard-to-reach places. You did your best to keep your hands to yourselves. The sexual tension was high as the both of you dried one another. Wanting Rio to suffer just as much, you chose a skin-tight sundress for the day’s activities. This particular dress happened to be Rio’s personal favorite. It clung to every curve of your body and had slender straps. It perfectly accentuated both your breast and butt.

“You trying to put everything on display today, mama?”

“I thought this was your favorite? I just wanted to make you happy, Daddy,” you replied with a faux pout.

“Yeah, that’s why you wore it. Bring your sexy ass on,” Rio teased, pulling your hand into his and dragging you out the door.

The two of you enjoyed a few hours of shopping and lunch. To your surprise, Rio had rented out a private room in the restaurant for the two of you. He spent what time he should’ve been eating, leaving light kisses here and there. The more time you two spent together, the thicker the sexual tension grew for the pair of you.

“Eat your food, babe,” you playfully teased.

“I’d rather eat you,” he smirked as his hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh under the table.

“Rio, stop. I’m not giving in.”

“You want to, though. Don’t you, mama,” he questioned. “It’s a shame this goes down to your ankles. I’d love to get my hand on or inside your panties,” he finished with a nip to your chin.

“Now you’re starting to piss me off.”

“Are you pissed off or horny, darlin’?”

“Both,” you groaned through clenched teeth as you snatched his hand from your thigh.

Rio’s hand circled your throat, “Don’t fight me, mama. It’s only going to make things worse,” he growled, licking and biting your chin once more.

Clearing your throat and inhaling a deep breath, you checked the time. You exhaled, thankful it was time to head to your hair and nail appointment. Both salons were only a few spaces down from one another. Rio pulled up in front of the nail salon. Grasping your chin softly, he pulled you into a slow and demanding kiss. Your eyes fluttered open as he ended it.

“Both bills have already been taken care of. Tip included. I need to handle some things. Mick will be here in about five. He’ll drive you back to the house when you get done. Stay safe. Love you, mama.”

“Love you too, papa. Stay dangerous.”

“Always, my little rider,” he licked his lips.

His eyes raked over your curves as you stood to close the passenger door. Appreciating his penetrating gaze, you leaned into the window. You stretched your neck for one last kiss. Rio groaned his tongue, tracing his bottom lip, grabbing himself outside his jeans.

“Wait until tonight. You’re going to pay for wearing that dress, darlin'. I’m about to go deep sea diving tonight,” Rio teased, eyes darkening.

You giggled, backing away from the vehicle. Spinning on your heels, you switched your way down the sidewalk. Rio crept beside you, catcalling out the window, “Excuse me, miss? Aye, sundress!”

You turned, walking backward while laughing and rolling your eyes.

“Where’s your husband at, mama? You too fine to be wandering the streets by yourself.”

“Boy, stop. My baby father will spin you.”

“Yeah, alright. You better stop playing out here. I’ll see you back at the house, darlin’.”

You had tried to phone your mother to check in on the kids. She let you know things were going smoothly and quickly ended the call. While under the dryer, you texted Rio, but he was short and to the point. You felt slightly offended that everyone was rushing off the phone. Girl, get a grip. Everybody is doing their own thing right now. Don’t take it personally. I’m dramatic as hell. Brushing the feeling of neglect away, you enjoyed the rest of the pampering process.

By the time you and Mick had pulled into your driveway, exhaustion had settled in. You didn’t see Rio’s car parked in the driveway. A little bummed, you shook it off. He better not miss the dinner reservation. I could go for a nap anyway. Walking into the house, you placed your keys and handbag on the console table. You pulled out your phone while kicking your sandals off and placing them on the shoe rack. Climbing the stairs, you headed toward your bedroom to take a quick nap. Creeping toward your bedroom door, you started to phone Rio, but you heard little giggles from the master suite. A grin fell over your face as you softly pushed the door open. There were all the faces you wanted to see most. Rio was tickling the baby girl, and the two oldest girls were arguing over who was to make their baby brother’s bottle. They hadn’t noticed you standing at the entrance. Rio was about to break up the argument, but you stepped in.

“One of you go make the bottle, and the other can feed him. For someone who complained about the many siblings they have, you sure do like taking control of responsibilities for the little one,” you teased your oldest.

They all looked up at you in surprise. Rio’s eyes scanned your body for the millionth time that day.

“Hey, mama.”

“MOMMY!”

All three girls jumped up from the bed, rushing you. Little arms circle your body from different directions. Wiggling your arms free, they continued to hug around your waist as you kissed each of their foreheads.

“I missed my babies! Were you good for Nana?”

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered in unison once more.

“That’s my babies.”

Those lips that always made you tingle brushed your cheek softly. The girls gave their father some space to get to you as he stole a quick kiss, handing the little man over.

“I’ve heard the words, ‘When is mommy coming?’ At least twenty times in that last ten minutes. Mom went home to check on your pops for a little bit. She’ll be back to take them over to their great grandma’s. I get the feeling those two women are up to something,” Rio teased.

“Daddy, can we do it now?”

“Yes, little mama. Follow them, baby.”

Not having time to ask questions, Three pairs of hands tugged you downstairs.

“Girls, slow down a bit. You’re giving the poor baby whiplash.”

Your son paid it no mind, bouncing and giggling in your arms. Rio followed behind, loving how excited your children were. The entire crew shuffled into the living room. Your eyes scanned the many valentines cards, flowers, and gift boxes on the coffee table. With watery eyes, you turned to your family.

“Is all of this for me?”

“Yes, Mommy. You gots lots of stuff.”

“It’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Well, momma. Go ahead and open some of your gifts. Read the cards we picked out for you,” your oldest chimed.

The middle baby reached for her baby brother as Rio held your hand, bringing you to the gifts. Wiping the tears that managed to spill, he chuckled, “ Don’t cry, mama. Come. Open.”

There were two bouquets of red roses and a card from each family member (baby included).

“Daddy helpeded us pick out our cards, Mommy.”

“He’s a sweet daddy, huh?”

“Da sweetest,” she shouted.

“Chill, little mama,” Rio laughed. “You turned my babies into mini fashionistas. These little rugrats even helped their pops pick out a few things. Daddy had the rest covered, though.”

The eldest child rolled her eyes as her little sisters giggled. Each card was sweet and displayed parts of each child’s personality. The baby’s card did you in. Rio had taken it upon himself to dab his chubby little feet in paint and stamped the card. The waterworks went off, and Rio kissed your tears away. You unwrapped two large boxes of chocolate, a few pairs of shoes, and two beautiful flowy dresses. It tickled you how excited the girls were to show which gift they picked out.

“Look, momma! The dress I picked out for you has pockets. Sissy’s does, too,” the eldest child said about the middle girl.

“I gots you da shoes, momma. Well, one is from me. The other I picked, but they from Bubba,” your baby girl cooed at her brother.

“I love all my gifts so much! Thank you, sweet babies,” you praised, kissing all your children.

Rio cleared his throat, “Alright, give momma kisses, and get washed up for grandma’s house. Your Nana will be here soon. Word on the street is she has pizza waiting on some badass little munchkins.”

“Daddy, you tussin’! No bad words.”

“Yes, ma’am. You got it, boss.”

Rio waited for the kids to leave the room before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you for the roses, baby.”

“Anything for wifey. The kids got you the other vase.”

“They broke your pockets, huh?”

“Honestly, no. Those cute little divas wanted to pay for it themselves. I put in little man’s share. The little finesse princess shared some of her piggy bank money. The two oldest dipped into their savings and did some work for their grandmothers throughout the month.”

“You know I’m going to need receipts. I’m putting every last penny back where it came from.”

“No, ma’am. Your oldest knew you’d pull that shit. She instructed me to keep you from doing so.”

“That little girl thinks she’s grown,” you joked.

“I may have a gift or two stashed somewhere.” His head dipped into the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“Damn, you always smell good,” he groaned, sucking your neck as his left hand groped your breast.

“First off, the kids are here. Second, we’re waiting until tonight. Remember,” you mocked him.

“Them being around ain’t never stopped me before, mama. Keep playing with me. Your ass ain’t getting any sleep tonight.”

Getting the kids ready and out the door, you checked the clock and started freaking out.

“Damn, Rio. I still have to find something to wear, get dressed, and do my makeup.”

“You can’t do that in two hours?”

“Do you even know who you married,” you joked. “I guess I can do my best, but please don’t rush perfection.”

“Come on. We might as well shower together again.”

“Your ass just wants to see me naked,” you sassed as you walked into your bedroom.

The sarcasm faded and changed to shock.

“Baby, what’s this? I know that’s not the midi dress from House of CB. The one I’ve kept talking myself out of buying.”

“Yes, it is. You’re going to look so fucking good in it, mama. Hope we make it through dinner,” he rasped, smacking your behind. “Come shower with me. Foreplay counts as giving in, huh?”

“I mean, you gave me head this morning. That didn’t count, so I don’t see why I can’t return the favor.”

The doorbell sounded, and you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Relax, mama. It’s just Mick doing me a favor. He’s just ringing the bell to let me know he’s here. He can let himself out. Now, about that head. You trying to give me some neck, mama?”

“‘Til my jaws lock,” you answered seductively.

He threw you over his shoulder, smacking your butt. You squealed and giggled as he carted you off to the shower. Rio didn’t expect you to suck the soul out of him. His legs nearly gave out as he snatched you from the shower floor.

“It’s taking every fiber within me not to pound that pussy into oblivion. Let’s get this damn dinner reservation over with.”

“Fuck the reservation. Let’s skip it altogether.”

“No, you need to eat. Trust me. You’ll need the energy.”

The shower had lasted much longer than anticipated. There was only an hour left for you to finish getting ready. Shimmying into the snug dress, you slipped your robe over it to rush through your makeup routine.

“Do me a favor real quick, baby. Can you run downstairs and grab me a bottle of water,” he asked, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.

“Papa, I still have to do my makeup. Don’t you want to leave the house on time,” you questioned.

“Just real quick, mama.”

“Yeah, I got you, babe,” you huffed.

You sped down the steps and bounded into the kitchen. A screech tumbled from your lips as you came to a halt. Your hand flew to your chest, trying to soothe your erratic heartbeat. You scowled at your best friend, who was cackling at the fact that she startled you.

“Y/B/F/N, what the hell are you doing, hiding in my kitchen?”

“Bitch ain’t nobody lurking in this damn kitchen. Your baby daddy requested my services,” she responded as her hand pointed to her makeshift makeup station. I tried to give my brother-in-law a discount, but he insisted he’d pay double. Love that for me,” she shrugged. “Sit yo ass down. I need to hurry up and beat that face beautiful face. If you two spent less time fucking, we wouldn’t have to rush. Nasty asses.

“Bitch, hush and do my damn makeup. Wasn’t nobody fucking.”

It was true, to an extent. I just sucked that man dry.

Rio swaggered into the kitchen, fastening his watch as you sat at the island, getting your makeup done and hair refreshed. He had finished getting ready. Rio wore a dark button-up, pants, and designer kicks. All black, just the way you both liked. His cologne wafted in the air, making you want to jump his bones. It was almost painful how hard you were biting your lip. Eyes roaming from head to toe. His brown orbs found yours as he walked over. Rio’s thumb tugged your bottom lip free as he suckled at it.

“You like your surprise, mama? I never did get that water,” he teased.

“Yes, I do. Thank you times a million, baby.”

“Unh-uh! Don’t mess up her lip combo. Here you go smudging up my work of art. Rude ass,” your friend joked. She jerked your head in her direction as she finished retouching your hair. “Stop eye fucking that poor man, sis. He’s not going anywhere. Damn.”

“Now look, don’t be salty because your ass is in a two-year drought.”

“It’s called celibacy, bitch,” she laughed. “Your damn hair’s finished. You and hubby need to get going. I’ll clean and lock up. Love you, boo.” Saying goodbyes to one another, she turned to do her and Rio’s annoying ass handshake. “You need to put me on one of your balling-ass associates. I’m trying to be a wifey like my good sis,” she sassed.

“You’re my sis and all, but you not built for this life. Little trigger finger over there can handle it,” Rio chuckled.

“True, her little thugged-out ass is always ready to ride. How can someone so prissy be so vicious? Anyway, you two go on. You have fifteen minutes to leave the house.”

“Shit! I don’t even have my shoes, accessories, or clutch.”

You turned to race to the bedroom, but Rio gently grasped your arm.

“Chill, mama. It’s all right here.”

He bent forward, allowing you to balance one hand on his back as he slipped on the golden strappy-heeled sandals. Buckling them for you, Rio trailed his hands back up your legs. He admired the knee-length rose-colored dress and how it hugged your hips. His tongue traced his lips as he took in the split that went up your thigh and how the plunging neckline had the girls on display.

“Clocks ticking, Daddy. We should get going,” you whispered.

Nodding his head, he took your hand, leading you to the black G-wagon parked in the garage. He made sure to help you inside, securing your seatbelt. Hustling over to the driver's side, he hopped in, and the two of you were off.

“Another private setting? Rio, baby. This place had to have been pretty pricey. It’s too much.”

He hugged your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Nothing’s too much for you, darlin’. Don’t you know I’d give you the world,” Rio murmured, sucking your earlobe. “The quicker we eat, the faster I can get you out of this dress.”

At that moment, a rumble sounded in your stomach.

“Let’s get you fed.”

“I’d rather eat something else.”

“Mama,” Rio pleaded. “You’re killing me.”

Being the only occupants of the restaurant, you were instantly seated, orders following. With no one around, the two of you continued the game of cat and mouse. Slight touches here and there grew into groping one another. Somehow you had made it from your seat to Rio’s lap. One hand toying with the slit of your dress, and the other wrapped firmly around your neck.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he groaned as your backside pressed against his lap, grinding.

“I’m just readjusting, Daddy.”

His sarcastic chuckle echoed inside the empty restaurant.

“Right. Of course, you are.”

His hand stopped playing with your slit, creeping under the hem. Rio’s warm muscular fingers made contact with your bare, sticky folds. His eyes darkened as the hand around your neck tightened. Closing them tight, he growled lowly. A whimper danced along your lips as his pointer and middle finger swiped at you, stopping at your nub and circling it slowly. Rio’s digits trailed back down, sliding into your entrance leisurely. He kept the pace excruciatingly slow, and your hips bucked, trying to get him to go faster.

“Rio, I’m begging you. Please, speed it up, baby.”

He didn’t oblige and went even slower. Your hand circled his wrist, and his hand tightened around your throat. Rio growled, “No. Take it or fucking leave it. That’s all your ass is getting right now.”

Rio continued to play with you as you panted. The more you whined and begged, the slower he went. He relented somewhat as his thumb danced around your clit, adding a bit of pressure. Slowly, you began to climb toward a release. He felt your muscles tighten around his fingers. Rio smirked as the waiter returned with your dinner. You nearly lost your mind and self-control as Rio’s hand slipped from under your dress.

“Time to eat,” Rio announced.

“I’ll say,” you shot back, plopping back into your seat. “Chill with that cocky ass grin. I’m frustrated enough.”

Rio leaned toward you, “Feel free to submit, sweetheart. This here is a private show. I’ll gladly lay you across this table. If I were you, I’d fill up. Keep thinking this is a game. You really will need your strength tonight,” he finished slicing a piece of his steak, offering it to you. Glossy lips wrapped around his fork as an x-rated moan slipped from your mouth.

Rio chuckled, nodding to himself. “I’m falling in that pussy tonight. Hurry up and finish your food,” he demanded, devouring his own.

It had only been twenty minutes when you two pushed away empty plates. The waiter smiled as you both said no to dessert in unison. Handling the tab and leaving a generous tip, Rio practically dragged you to the front, where the valet had the car waiting. Tipping him, your handsome husband helped you into the passenger side. You kept your hands in your lap clasped, trying to fight the urge to touch him. He sped home, picking you up and carrying you in the house, straight to the bedroom.

Even with your lips locked in a heated kiss, Rio managed to carry you up the stairs and into the room. Kicking the door closed, he placed you back on your feet and spun you around to take in the surroundings. You gasped at the beautiful setup.

“How,” you questioned him in shock. Pausing a moment, you continued, “Y/B/F/N?” Rio smiled mischievously, nodding his head yes. “No wonder she was adamant about locking up after us. Not you and my sis in cahoots the entire night.”

Your eyes watered as you took in the scene. Rose petals covered the bed and floor, with the lights turned low. At the foot of the bed were two different boxes. One package was black with white lettering, and the other white with gold lettering. She also took the liberty of laying out a fancy lingerie set.

“Respectfully, I won’t be needing the set tonight. Not to sound too harsh, but I’m trying to get knocked down tonight.”

“Open your gifts,” he laughed.

A devilish grin painted your features as you removed the lid from the white box. Inside was a new silk robe. As you pulled it out, you noticed it was black, lace, and see-through. Little left to the imagination. “I’m guessing you picked this out?” Rio’s eyebrows raised in confirmation.

“Just lay that across the bed. You’ll be needing it later. Look in the other box.”

You slid the white bow from around the black box. The lettering on the bow took you by surprise. “Rio! Chanel? Stop playing,” Your hands hurriedly lifted the lid off, tearing through the tissue paper.

“No, you did not!”

“I did, mama.”

Your lip trembled, “Rio, I’m speechless. I can’t believe you got me the bag I’ve been obsessing over for months. I can’t believe you bought this for me. Your ass be paying attention.” You raced to a smiling Rio and leaped into his arms, landing kisses all over his face.

“Thank you, baby. You outdid yourself this year. How can I ever repay you, baby?”

He held you close, staring at you lovingly. Rio tucked a wand curl behind your ear, placing you back on your feet.

“Every gift was well deserved. Eight years is a long time. You held me down in so many ways. I’ve lost count. You’ve been rocking with me for over a decade and some change. You brought my first baby girl into this world before I married you. As long as we were together, that’s all that mattered. You’ve played so many different roles in my life. Outside of being my wife, you’ve been my lady, lover, baby mother, partner in crime, and in some cases, my little shooter. You stayed down anytime I got into some shit and had to finesse my way out of a messy situation. Your fine ass took care of the money, hired the lawyers, and helped out with my son when I couldn’t be there. You bonded and formed a friendship, an alliance with my ex-wife. You help her with Marcus, and she takes our kids with her helping you get a break. You never passed judgment or grew tired of me and walked away. It takes a strong woman to accept and endure what comes with this lifestyle. We’re for life, mama. You deserve all this shit and more. I love you.”

“I don’t know whether I want to cry or suck you up. When you say all those sweet and beautiful words, I can’t decide between wanting to be a crybaby or begging you to slut me out.”

“You’ve cried enough today, mama. Choose the second option.”

Rio tossed you on the bed, spreading your legs. His fingers found themselves buried in your heat once more. Pumping in and out of your dripping canal, he smiled as he watched you tremble. Hands pulling at the bedding, a litany of moans and whimpers came from your lips.

“Enough of all this damn foreplay. I give in. Please, I desperately need you inside me.”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me as if you hate me,” you purred.

“And you wonder why we have so many kids. You say freaky shit like that. What do you expect,” he questioned.

Rio made haste with his zipper as he pushed his pants and briefs low enough to free himself. Your body moved further up the bed, allowing him to join you. Rio placed his hands on the back of your thighs. Pushing backward, you felt him press your knees to your shoulders.

His thick member dipped inside you. Rio slid until you were full, taking pride in the erotic sounds echoing throughout the bedroom. He pumped into you at a fast pace.

“Wait, let me take this dress off. I’ll be pissed if this dress tears.”

One swift move had your husband yanking the dress off. He stripped bare, climbing back between your thighs. He placed your legs over his shoulders, thrusting back into your valley. No longer able to fight his carnal desires, Rio pounded into your soft flesh. Dropping your legs down, he flipped onto his back, forcing you to straddle him. He loved watching your body bounce as you cried his name. Exhaustion settled in, and Rio took over. Impaling you on his rod, he pinned you to his lap, thrusting from below. Crying into the crook of his neck, you begged him for permission to come.

“You close, baby? It’s okay. Go on, mama, come for me. I know you’re overstimulated-grab the headboard. Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

Rio continued to pound away as he littered your breast with kisses. His hands gripped your cheeks as he drove you toward the brink. Your hands held tight to the headboard as you mewled, tears still streaming.

“Christoper, I don’t know if I can-.”

“Shhh, mama. You can take it. I know you can. Be my good girl. Can you do that, darlin’? Answer me,” he encouraged, giving a light smack to your backside.

“Ye-yes, Daddy. So close. Baby!”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he praised, giving powerful strokes.

Rio’s hand crept between the two of you. He circled your sensitive bud, giving it a slight pinch. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shook as you screamed his name. Rio pulled your arms from the headboard, wrapping them around his neck. His thrusts slowed, giving you time to recover.

“You good,” he questioned.

He chuckled at the faint “mmhmm” as you leaned against him, trying to catch your breath. His hand stroked your back, leaving light kisses on your shoulder. As you shifted in his lap, he twitched inside your warm heat. Rio groaned, and you knew he was struggling. He wanted to give you time to recover. The thought only made you crave him all over again. Your hips moved in a circular motion, pulling him deeper.

“Fu-. Shit, just like that. Ride that dick, mama.”

Your hands pressed against his chest, laying him back. You bent forward, bodies creating friction, as your lips tangled with his, riding him hard. Rio’s hand massaged your soft globes, his head falling against the pillow as the veins in his neck pulsed. He switched between grabbing and slapping at your behind. The both of you panted as you drew closer to climax. In a strained voice, Rio groaned, “Can feel you squeezing me. Let go again, mama.”

You gladly granted his request, calling out his name, shaking like crazy. You laid on Rio’s chest, damn near lifeless, as he drove toward his release. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other lifted you a bit. Rio sent several strong thrusts, grunting as he released inside you. The two of you held each other in silence, coming back down. When Rio finally spoke, you were half asleep as his lips brushed your forehead.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet.”

He rolled you onto your side of the bed, leaning toward his. You whined at the loss of contact.

“Come back. I’m cold, and I want cuddles,” you said with a pout.

“I’m not going anywhere. Give me a second, mama.”

Rio opened the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a smaller Chanel box. He rolled back over, curling his arm around you. He smirked at the shocked expression and handed it over.

“No more gifts, papa. You’ve spoiled me eno-.”

“Relax. Just open it,” Rio demanded, playfully biting your neck.

The box’s contents left you puzzled as your husband smiled at you.

“Thank you for the vintage keychain, baby. It’s adorable,” you beamed.

“Mama, pull it out of the box,” he insisted.

The keychain contained a silver key. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What are you up to? What’s this key's purpose?”

“The family keeps growing. When we found out our baby boy was on the way. You started prepping and planning the nursery right away. Nearly drove me crazy trying to make space for him. I suggested turning my office or man cave into his nursery. You insisted we give him the glam room, or as I like to call it, your little hen house. Your bossy ass wouldn’t have it any other way. Those are just one of the selfless acts you’ve done for your family. Day in and day out, you do so much for us. We all owe you endless gratitude, mama. What better way to show appreciation than to buy my lady a bigger home? That house we drove passed the other day? I asked if you’d like to live in a neighborhood like that. Cribs all yours, darlin’.”

You tackled him with hugs and kisses. Rio’s back rested against the headboard as he pulled you between his legs. Arms around your waist, he held you close. You grew quiet, and Rio knew what you were thinking.

“Stop worrying about the money. You know that’s not an issue. I've been stacking bread and putting it aside for all of this. The plan had been in motion for months. You know I don’t play when it comes to money.”

“I know, but you spent so much.”

“Hey,” he grabbed your chin, tilting it in his direction. “You’re worth every penny and then some,” he whispered, stealing yet another kiss.

“I just feel bad. All I got you was a card and chocolates.”

“I told you not to get me anything. Your hard-headed ass.”

“Damn right! I can spoil you if I want. Speaking of gifts,” you purred as you wiggled loose from his hold.

Climbing out of bed, you slipped into the La Perla robe Rio bought. Your hips swayed over to your side of the closet. His eyes followed the entire time. Tossing a sneaky grin over your shoulder, you opened it up, plucking three boxes off the shelf. You crawled back into bed, snuggling into his side, placing each box in his lap.

“Happy anniversary and Valentine’s Day, papa.”

He shook his head, acting like he was upset. He reached for the slender black box first.

“No, baby. Save that one for last.”

“Your bossy ass,” he joked.

The medium-sized box contained two different sets of colognes. Rio licked his lips, appreciating that you knew his signature scents. He thanked you, giving your bottom lip a playful bite. Sitting them aside, he opened the second box.

“I’ve been putting money aside, too,” you explained, smiling shyly.

“Okay, wife! You laced your boy with a new Rolex. See what I mean? Selfless, thoughtful, and generous. I should’ve known you’d buy me gifts. Even though I specifically told you not to.”

“Open the last one,” you instructed, bouncing with excitement.

Rio pulled the slender box open, and his eyes grew wide. His head turned in your direction. Mouth hanging open, he looked at you in disbelief. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Mama? Stop playing with me. You for real,” he asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

A fresh set of tears clouded your vision. You managed to nod your head yes. Rio’s eyes landed back on the pictures in his hand.

“Good thing you bought that house. You’re getting that sixth baby you’ve been going on about,” you joked. “You’re breaking the news to the kids. I have a feeling the baby boy knows. He’s been extra cuddly. Resting his head on my stomach too.”

“No wonder why you’ve been on me heavily. You've been clingy, more than usual. You were popping up at the warehouses, begging me to take you across my desk. Always trying to fuck in the car, and you pulled me in the dressing room the other day, horny ass,” Rio teased.

“Says the man who was happy to dig me out. Miss me with that.”

“What can I say? Happy wife, happy life,” he responded, rubbing your stomach and kissing it.

“I know one damn thing. After this baby, we’re both getting fixed. You obviously can’t be trusted.”

Rio kissed his teeth, “I don’t know about all that,” he shrugged.

“I’m serious, Rio.”

“I hear you, mama,” he replied in a not-so-convincing tone.

No matter what he says, I’m getting my tubes tied after this one. I love my children, but mommy’s tired. No amount of persuasion is talking me out of this shit. He’s a smooth-talking sexy ass man, and I need to learn how to dodge that shit.

Rio’s hands dipped into your robe, distracting you from said topic.

“I think it’s about time for round two, mama.”

I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I love that for me.

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wroteclassicaly · 7 months

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Fallin’ For His Darlin’

(Gator Tillman x Female Reader)

Word count: 1,062

Pairings: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of trauma, wounds, pain, anxiety, and depression, vaginal sex, fluff, hurt/comfort, vaginal fingering, kind of dark!Gator, kind of soft/anxious too, etc.

A/N: So inspired tonight, listened to some mood music, feeling that fall vibe, haha! Hope y’all enjoy? I’m pretty happy with this one! And I can’t wait to see our boy in action 😭 P.S, forgive my shitty graphic making, I’m not good at that!

You’re not sure what time it is. Maybe midnight? You aren’t positive, because when his headlights find your garage door, floating in through your window like his own personal spotlight, his tires skid across the gravel of your lane, his car door heavily thudding closed, his boots crunching heavily over rough ground, signaling him closer… closer — time ceases to matter much. You’re meeting him eagerly over the threshold, his back slammed against the beat up wood, boots falling beside your sneakers on the entryway rug. Nothing can find you here, can harm you here, and what has lifelong permission to touch you, it’s always-only… him.

He smells as good as always. Spicy cologne and cigarettes, powdered sugar from the donuts he’d eaten for dinner (you are always on him to eat more), leftovers from your shared favorite diner — Angelica’s, still pressed into his crisp black t-shirt, as if he’d forgotten a napkin. His hair is usually in its less than pristine condition by the time he arrives at yours in the night hours. Doesn’t matter anyways, not with how you end up carrying on in front of your old fireplace (Gator’s a fan of your new cream rug, intricate floral patterns woven into it, loved by owners before, thrifted, and now yours), or on your couch. You’d never really gone to your bed, learning how those times nearly caused lines to be crossed, one ending with Gator falling asleep on your naked breasts, (the calmest he’s been in years, and you just watching him as the sun came up and cast a glow on his youthful head. he was lost, broken, beaten down).

Sticking to this, here in your living room, it’s safer, saner. But it’s not what you want. However, you’ll have him whichever way he offers. He’s Gator and you’re his sweet darlin’.

~*~

Your legs fall open, one wrapped up in his camouflage pant clad thighs. His fingers press deeper inside of you, thumb circling your curls, smearing the cream around in them, watching how it bubbles. You’re kissing him again, lips so soft on his chest, fingernails scraping through the thick tufts that rest on his chest, occasionally flicking his gold and silver chain overlays. You’d gotten him the gold pendant, something he could wear, a symbol for faith that Gator could attach his own meaning to, not having to wear because it meant what his father wanted it to. But it was safe enough that Roy wouldn’t question its meaning.

Your lips find that patch of skin by his left nipple, sucking it between your lips, before you bite down. Gator throbs in his pants, his spare hand squeezing your neck’s nape. Despite his fascination, he’s still a million miles away. “Why do you let me do this to you?”

It’s a default question, an answer you both know already. Why you let him love you like this, it’s so simple…

“These hands, what I do with them before I come here. I’m bad. And I could hurt you, you know?” He adds a little pressure that travels up your scalp in electric prickles.

You spread yourself wider for him, a third finger stretching you in a welcomed, boundary pushing burn. Your eyes meet the midnight murk that’s woven over his mossy pupils like a blanket to mask, face leaving that cove of his chest. Your finger reaches to rub along his lower lip, his tongue licking out to taste skin.

“You wouldn’t, Gator. You won’t...” Is your answer. As if you believe it more than you believe in any god or higher power.

He’s pushing, as he often does…

“And if I do?”

“Then I’d let you.” It’s plain and simple, your fingers leaving his mouth to wrap around his wrist and correct him to a deeper rhythm. This is not enough tonight. More. Fuck, you want him to swallow you whole, capture you, trap, and hurt you in the ways you welcome — how he can, ever so softly, but painfully blissful, like a fire to your fingertips, flames licking the skin, enough to sting, but never to take away in harm.

He’s fully hard, swollen, and he’s turning towards you, forcing you to him by your nape. Your noses bump into a brushing nudge, his hand leaving your cunt and pressing wet, calloused fingers to your jaw as he brings you into his mouth. He’s so warm, plush, his stubble has a scratching effect. He tastes like sweet sugar and Marlboros. He’s been smoking menthol, you note — what he switches to in the colder seasons.

He’s panting his next declaration over your mouth in a fragile concentration. “Would you let me put it inside of you, darlin’?”

Your thighs tighten together, pussy clicking noisily. You’ve never had penetrative sex with him yet, something so close for two childhood friends. But you’re ready to leap if he is, reaching for his hand on your jaw and squeezing over his knuckles. “What do you think I’ve been waiting for, Gator?”

~*~

Approaching Autumn glides in on the cool September rain of Sunday, leaves and earth filling your room with the harsh scent of two bodies connecting. Your blush curtains blow against the chipped, open window frames. Your nipples have hardened from the cool air, from dragging repeatedly across Gator’s chest hair, his necklaces dipping into your collar bones and the valley of your tits. He’s got your legs held around his waist, your hands pulling in his hair to mess it up, his nose finding yours, foreheads sticking with perspiration. The box of condoms lay abandoned at your bedside, a gamble in you, of which Gator is only ever willing to trust.

Your eyes tighten and close, his size making you feel as if you’ve never been touched or fucked before in your lifetime. Everything aches, everything is too much, all at once.

“Should I stop? You hurtin’?” He’s speaking to you in a way that makes tears gather in your lash line. He brushes them away with a rough thumb, then a trigger finger, almost immediately.

His hands let your legs drop to take your fingers in his own, directing one to his shoulder and the other around his waist. “Hold onto me?”

“I’ll never stop.” And you’re surging in for a kiss.

The rain hasn’t stopped when the sun begins to come up the next morning. And your boy sleeps soundly on your chest, uncaring. And that funny thing called time? Well, it still ceases to exist.

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little-emerald-snake · 5 months

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Smutmas Day 2

"It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off." - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

706 words

Ominis had always been shy and she knew that. But what she didn’t expect was for that shyness to persist even during their bedtime activities. She’d always taken Ominis to be quiet during the day and a totally dominant king during the night.

She was determined to make him crack and take control. She knew he could and that she’d just have to strike the right cord within him to make him snap. After all, it was a fantasy of hers for him to take control of her and use her body as he saw fit.

She’d spent the entire day thinking of how to strike that nerve within him. She’d asked Sebastian, who she knew had the best experience in getting on Ominis’ last nerve.

She’d read loads of books from the restricted section. Titles that would make her sweeter-than candy-wizard blush while betwixt the sheets. Many that made even her blush all the way to the tips of her ears.

She’d even gone so far as to slip him spicy little notes in each class she saw him in. Each note getting more and more provocative with descriptions of her need for him.

She’d hoped that her set up work and what she’d learned would aid her in seducing him. But if all else failed she’d practiced and practiced till she felt comfortable on how to straight up ask him for what she desired most.

She smiled when finally some time after curfew the tell tale sounds of the clock mechanism rang out in the Undercroft. She approached him as he stepped into the low light that the hanging candelabras produced across the room.

Ominis face was unreadable, which made her a bit nervous as his hand rose to caress her cheek. “Hello, my love. I must say, your notes throughout today had my mind wandering about where it shouldn’t have been. I assume you’re in a rather needy mood, shall we say.”

She nodded against his palm as her own came to caress his hand. “Yes. You could definitely say that. Is that okay with you tonight? I must say I’ve been feeling rather…naughty…and I feel like you could tame that quite nicely?”

His brows rose with intrigue, tone turning a bit darker. “Oh? And how you’d you like me to go about satisfying these naughty cravings you’ve been having?”

She gently walked him backwards till his legs hit the couch. She pushed him down onto it, listening to the little ‘oof’ sound he made on impact. “Well…I had a whole plan but…honestly…you’ve always said a direct approach is best with you…I erm…Ominis I want you to dominate me.”

His eyes widened in surprise and she closed hers with embarrassment, letting out the breath she’d been holding. His hands closed around her thighs gently. She could almost feel the sincerity in his fingertips from how gentle he was as he gripped her.

She was mortified, not quite ready to answer the why that she knew he would be asking. She was also afraid that he wouldn’t be comfortable and that he would grow even more shy with her.

But to her surprise his grip on her thighs tightened and a gasp left her lips as he leaned in and nipped her neck. “Alright then…if you want me to dominate you, then I will. You’ll have to be a good girl for me then and earn it. You can be a good girl…can’t you?”

Her breath picked up and her eyes shot open to see him, her Ominis. His usual sweet calm murky orbs were dark and stormy but he had a grin painted across his thin lips. It made her stomach swirl with excitement. “Y-yes, Ominis. I-I’ll be good.”

He chuckled and his fingers tightened around her thighs mercilessly, eliciting another gasp from her lips. “Good. Then you better get to work getting yourself off on my thigh. Since I only want to listen tonight. You know I love to hear your pretty sounds.”

She sat frozen as her mind reeled over his words, trying to figure out what he wanted her to do. “Come on love. Are you suddenly feeling scared? It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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doll~

pairing: leejeong x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: heavily suggestive themes, smut

wc: 736

summary: jeonghyeon really needs more self control (lmao no he doesn't)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!!

tw/tags: plot where? flirting, implied nudity, kisses, making out, lap sitting, hair pulling, name calling (doll), fingering, riding, choking, pre-negotiated safeword/signal, leejeongs a lil wild but v soft for u

a/n for 🐺 anon ty for sharing the dream that inspired this short, spicy and spontaneous fic and for @yunacoeur bc our little leejeong obsessed squad won’t be complete without your hype energy ily both 💜 enjoy this fic and the lil mood board I made to destroy our sanity. I hope you dream of him tonight!

You’re in bed when he gets home.

It’s late. He’s missed you. You’re all sleepy and soft and fuzzy around the edges, whining as the light from the hallway filters in when he opens the door.

“Leejeong-yah!” God, he hates it when you call him that. (He really doesn’t)

“I’m home.” He announces.

“Yeah, no shit.” You groan, sitting up, running a hand through your mussed up hair.

His response promptly goes flying out the window along with the rest of his sanity.

You’re wearing his shirt. And what looks like absolutely nothing else. Jeonghyeon takes a deep breath. He needs to control himself. Really, if he lost his shit everytime you did something like this, he’d literally have a heart attack.

Still his eyes wander down to the sliver of skin between the hem of his shirt and the sheets. You shift a little as he stays quiet. Oh, you’re definitely not wearing anything else.

“Jeonghyeonie?”

“Hmmm?..” No, he’s definitely not moving closer, his legs just have a mind of their own, is all.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He says absentmindedly. Oh look, he’s on the bed now.

“Like…this…” You’re suddenly faint, he’s right in front of you, his legs bracketing your bare ones, his arms more or less pinning you against the bed frame.

Okay, maybe Jeonghyeon’s a little crazy right now but who can blame him when you look like that? Cheeks flushed, gaze bashfully trying to avoid his. Well that won’t do.

The edges of his mouth quirk upwards, just a little, before his hand is tilting your chin up and his lips meet yours. It lingers, sweet and needy and just leejeong. He pulls away briefly just to say”

“I missed you.” And then he’s kissing you again, hotter and hungrier. You can’t help as your fingers fly to his hair, tugging at the strands.

Jeonghyeon snaps, a hand snaking around your waist and flipping you over so he’s leaning against the bed frame, you on his lap. His shirt is all rucked up, exposing your bare thighs and well, everything. He runs his fingers over your skin reverently, leaving goosebumps in his wake, all the heat pooling between your legs where he’s pressed, firm and straining.

“Pretty doll.” He murmurs and you whimper, just a little. Jeonghyeon doesn’t even bother to undress, slicking up his fingers and opening you up for him, other hand cupping the back of your neck to hold you close.

“You’re so good for me.” He praises as you get shaky, hands gripping to the back of his shirt as his fingers send jolts of heat up your spine.

Your boyfriend can’t help but call your name as he slides in, saying it like a prayer, holding onto your hips for dear life as he breathes heavily, jaw clenching. Then, he wraps one hand loosely around your throat and pauses. Jeonghyeon looks at you, a tentative question.

“Okay?” You nod. “You know that I’ll stop if you tell me to stop?” Another clear nod. “And if you can’t talk?” You give him the signal you agreed on. “Okay I’ll-”

Fingers tighten around your neck and you gasp as he coaxes your hips up only for gravity to bring them back down. Both of your breaths stutter, your more than his. He’s slow at first, glancing up every few seconds to check on you. But soon, his pace becomes frantic and you can only cry out faintly, warm fingers cutting off your airflow.

“You feel…” He whispers into your ear, almost as overwhelmed by the sensation as you were. “You’re doing well, doll.” You swear you nearly white out from that alone.

Later, concerned hands carefully run over the red marks around your neck. You’re blissed out and boneless, lying on top of him, his chest still heaving.

“Good?” He asks like it’s your first time, so tentative that you can only smile.

“Very good.” You breathe out. You’re warm and cleaned up, having changed out of his soiled shirt into another one, still his of course. He’s in his pajamas too, hair still a little damp from the bath you both took.

“Goodnight Leejeongie~” You murmur as you doze off. Jeonghyeon closes his eyes.

If he lost his shit everytime you did something, he’d definitely have a heart attack by now. But sometimes, you know? That didn’t seem too bad.

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goldenempyrean · 9 months

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hihi :>> ur new prompt list is so refreshing !! can you please do “hmm… i’m keeping my eye on you”/“you’re hovering”/“no, i don’t need a tissue” for sick wanda and reader?

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Cooking up Comfort

〚 Notes - Hey 🎧 anon! Sorry this took a while, I was on such a writing streak then I was very stupid and gave myself food poisoning (oops...) and I've just kinda been busy since, so sorry the lack of stuff :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - After a long day at work, you come home to find your adorable partner, Wanda, determinedly cooking a special dinner for you but it seems someone isn't feeling as good as they're letting on. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1080 〛

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As you walked through the door of your cozy home, the warm aroma of something delicious filled the air. It was a familiar scent that immediately put a smile on your face, relaxing you instantly. After your long, exhausting day at work, Wanda’s cooking really did sound amazing.

Upon stepping inside, you found Wanda bustling around the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist. She looked adorable like this, her hair messily worn in a bun but there was something off. Her cheeks were flushed but not in the normal heat-of-the-kitchen type of way, not to mention a hint of fatigue lingering in her eyes, yet she wore a determined smile that she couldn't hide from you as you came into the room.

“Y/N, you’re home!” She smiled widely as she came over to hug you tight, “How was work?” She asked politely whilst kissing your cheek before turning her attention back to the sizzling pan behind her.

“Oh, you know how it is,” You sighed, coming to sit on one of the small stools tucked into the island, “One of the new interns decided it was a good idea to have it out with the regional manager so that was mildly entertaining.”

Wanda chuckled as she stirred the pan, “Well I’m glad your day wasn’t awful then, we mainly did recon training today, so I got home a little earlier,” She said before spinning on her heels as she held up two bottles of spices, “You in the mood for something spicy or you feeling something sweeter?”

"I'd love something spicy," you replied, trying to keep the conversation light as you watched her move swiftly around the kitchen. However, your eyes kept drifting to the little signs that something was off. The small sniffles and the way she kept subtly rubbing her temples had you questioning if she felt just as chirpy as she acted.

The two of you kept chatting, tell each other about your day but halfway through a sentence, Wanda paused and held up a finger to before her breath hitched and she crouched in on herself as she sneezed twice in rapid succession before rubbing at her nose and sniffling afterwards, clearly still itchy.

"Bless you love, you feeling okay though, Wands? You look a bit under the weather." you gently inquired, trying to sound more concerned rather than pushy, “You need a tissue?”

Wanda turned to face you, the determination in her eyes momentarily faltering before she quickly masked it with a cheerful smile. "No, I don’t need a tissue, don't you worry about me, love. I'm absolutely fine," she said, waving off your concern with a dismissive hand gesture. "I felt like preparing something special for us tonight, that's all, probably just the spices in the air getting to me or something.”

You hummed, debating whether to push it further, “Hmm… I'm keeping my eye on you.

"You're always keeping your eye on me.” Wanda teased playfully, though you could make out the appreciation in her eyes as she flashed you a smile before turning back and returned to tending to the meal.

As you watched her try and muffle a small cough into her elbow, you couldn’t help but feel torn. On one hand, you were thrilled that she was going out of her way to make a nice dinner for the two of you, with your busy lives, it wasn’t something you got to do often. But on the other hand, you couldn’t help but wish she’d give in and actually tell you how she was feeling.

As you continued to mull things over the smell of the food intensified, and your stomach growled in response. Wanda looked over at you, a mix of pride and exhaustion in her gaze. "Almost ready," she said, her voice a touch weaker than before.

"Why don't you go sit down, and I'll bring everything to the table?" you suggested, wanting to give her a chance to rest. Wanda bit her lip as she hesitated but eventually nodded, giving in to your offer.

When the meal was finally served, Wanda's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched you take your first bite. "Is it good?" she asked eagerly.

You couldn't lie; the flavours were incredible; she really was an amazing cook. “It’s amazing love, it tastes so good.” You smiled as you took another bite, “You did such a great job, thank you.” It was hard to miss the excited glow that appeared on her face at your words of paise.

You both finished your meal, savouring each bite of the delicious dish before you. Your conversation flowed easily as you chatted about your day, plans for the weekend, and shared stories that made each other laugh but like earlier, Wanda had paused suddenly and quickly brought a napkin to her face, sneezing into it quietly.

Picking up your empty plates, you began to clear the table, putting the dishes in the sink before coming behind the chair she was sat on, in response she leaned back and looked up at you through glassy green eyes.

“You’re hovering.” She whispered, earning herself a small laugh as you leant down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. One that lasted a little too long at the creeping heat that met your cool lips.

“And you’re too warm.”

Wanda chuckled softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she leaned into your touch. "I guess I can't hide it from you, huh?" she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion.

"Nope. We’ll have to go and get you all cosy and comfortable." you said gently, running your fingers through her hair. "But for next time, just tell me, okay? I care about you about love, and I’d like to know if you’re not feeling a 100%."

She sighed, leaning her head against your shoulder. "I know, but I just wanted tonight to be special for us. I didn't want my little cold to ruin it."

"You being here with me makes it special already," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "But I don't want you to overexert yourself. You made such a lovely dinner for me, didn’t you? Why don’t you let me return the favour and look after you.”

As Wanda leaned into your touch, she nodded softly, appreciating your concern and care. "Okay, you win," she chuckled weakly, "I'll let you take care of me."

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dear santa,

i mean, dear kate* 🫣

can i wish a very spicy joel miller story? as if the ones you wrote weren’t spicy and perfect enough… BUT! maybe something like enemies to lovers?

i actually have no idea what i’m asking. you’re the mastermind here. anything joel related, i want it on my desk 😮‍💨🫶

Merry Angst-mas for this one. I swear the other prompts are very lighthearted and happy. Like, Joel ice skating, and modern AU snowstorm hero... don't give up on me 😂

Damned If I Do

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. It's as simple as that, right?

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.1k

Content: Enemies to lovers. The two main food groups: Smut and Sad. Creator has chosen to not give content warnings, read at your own risk.

“You give a shit about me, Miller?” you asked, trying to taunt but only sounding as desperate as he did. Despite his words over the months you’d known him, his actions had certainly always told a different story, one he was trying to keep from pouring free right now. “Tryin’ not to.” “Why’s that?” “Lovin’ me’s a curse.”

The mood was somber, even more so than usual. It was December, the frigid winter air whipping through the Boston quarantine zone, the dilapidated building you were currently holed up in doing little to keep you from its stinging bite.

“You gonna be a god damn liability again this time?” The voice made your skin crawl.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” you grumbled under your breath, it was no use arguing with him.

Tess had gone ahead to negotiate the terms of your impending deal, leaving you and Joel to wait for the upcoming weapons haul pickup that had been looming over your head for days. You’d chosen Christmas Eve in hopes that the military personnel surrounding every wall of the zone would be scarce, on holiday leave, doing something other than their damn worthless jobs for once. Not that there was shit to celebrate anyway.

“I asked you a question,” he barked in response to your muttering, his face severe when you dared a peek at it.

“I don’t know, Miller,” you sneered, “Just let them take me out this time and put us both out of our fucking misery, huh?”

“I’d never hear the end of it.”

Tess would give him an earful. Sometimes you thought the threat of Tess’ wrath was the only thing keeping you alive, this was doing enough to prove that to be true. When the woman in question returned to you and him on opposite sides of the room facing your respective walls, she sternly reminded you both that lives were on the line. Now wasn’t the time for bickering and your heads belonged in the game, not your asses. You both begrudgingly agreed.

When it came down to it, it was your turn to put a bullet between the eyes of someone that had Joel by the throat long enough to make his vision blacken at the fringe, the ice beneath his cheek brutal and sharp as he fell to the ground with a huff.

“You’re welcome,” you snapped, stepping over his gasping body without so much as a glance down, his furious snarl still audible over the winds.

It had been a setup, of course, hunters almost picking the three of you off when you got to the abandoned drop zone.

“Thought you negotiated this shit, Tess!?” Joel barked, throwing his bloodied baseball bat onto the ground with a heavy thud, “We come out here just for a quick shoot out and frostbite or you got somethin’ else up those sleeves of yours?”

“I thought it was sound!” she snapped back, guilt heavy in her voice as she accepted her error in ways Joel could never.

“Yeah, Merry fuckin’ Christmas–”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Joel,” you interjected, exasperated, cold, and perturbed beyond a reasonable limit, “You wouldn’t have done any fucking better–”

“I would have made damn sure I wasn’t bringin’ either of you to a god damn ambush! That’s what I woulda done!”

“Well, you were a great help tonight–”

Your words were cut short by a hand clamping over your mouth, the frozen sharp tip of a knife knicking into the soft skin of your throat. The ice scattered throughout the cracked pavement made it impossible to get your footing as you were dragged backward, your heart pounding as you watched Joel’s eyes widen in panic, his revolver drawn and aimed, his gaze begging for a clear shot. Looks like he’d get his Christmas wish after all.

There was no use in fighting it, if anything having the warmth of a body pressed behind you would have you one less step from miserable as you took your last breaths. You hoped he made it quick, you weren’t in the damn mood for games or semantics. Joel wouldn’t trade a dirty sock for your life, but that look in his eyes before you were pulled from his sight had certainly been unexpected.

He and Tess had probably run off, who knew who else was coming, this man couldn’t be alone. They were smart to do so. Ammo was running low, stamina even lower, and even at their best, they couldn’t take out another squadron of hunters. You’d made it 15 years in this God-forsaken world, it was a lot more than most could boast. Somehow dying at the filthy hands of this human felt worse than getting infected, at least those monsters didn’t know any better.

Even through the thick canvas of your jacket, you felt the burn of the pavement scraping your elbows, your hiss of discomfort pulling a sneering smile.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, and you curled your lip as your eyes rolled, Joel's voice echoing in your head, ‘Don’t gimme that sass.”

Had it been an hour? Maybe two? You couldn’t tell. The darkness was unforgiving and unwavering, the cold setting into your bones as you shivered knees to your chest in an attempt to preserve your body heat. You’d be dead by morning from hypothermia alone. Gunshots rang out, screams and cries, yelps, glass shattering. What the fuck? What kind of hell zone was this? Crawling to peer around the old metal shipping container you’d been stashed in, your curious gaze was met with the sight of Joel Miller bashing at your captor’s head with a brick, blood splattered across his face, eyes alight with rage.

“Joel…” you gasped through numbed lips, you’d never been happier to see that sour face in your life, his expression softening as the man in his grasp fell to the ground in a gory heap.

“There you are,” you sighed, “Let’s go. Can you walk?”

His heavy coat he’d slipped over your shoulders swallowed you whole as you led you through the still hunter-infested maze. Ducking behind crates and in abandoned buildings, he had the exact route mapped to have you free and clear within minutes, the walls of Boston greeting you just as the feeling had returned to the tips of your toes. He was silent on the route back, his eyes flicking over his shoulder to ensure you were safely behind him periodically, the sphere emanating from your flashlight highlighting the silver hairs streaking through the black on the back of his head.

“Stop,” he instructed, tanks driving by as a new congregation of troops gathered right outside the final building that led to safety, “Shit. This might be as far as we get til dawn.”

“Great,” you scoffed.

“Let’s go up, keep eyes on ‘em.”

With enemies so close, a fire was out of the question, your chattering teeth and tensed muscles hard to ignore as you stared at the hulking form staring out the shattered window.

“Joel…” you finally sounded, his head ticking towards you the only acknowledgment you received, “Why’d you come back?”

“If anyone’s gonna kill ya, it’s gonna be me,” he teased, a puff of breath glowing in the moonlight leaking in around him, “and now we’re even.”

“We’re even…”

Of course it was about evening the score. You’d saved his life, he’d saved yours, though you were almost positive you were still deep in his debt. It wasn’t often Joel needed a helping hand. He was as formidable as he was cold, that stony expression rarely breaking. Except it had, tonight. You hadn’t forgotten.

“Joel…” you called again, his body turning now to face you pathetically shivering in the corner. You hoped he didn’t make you ask, it was already mortifying insinuating it.

“I got you,” he cooed, leaving his post and gesturing for you to lean forward as he approached, nestling in behind you, legs on either side caging you in, his arms wrapping around your middle as you nestled back against him.

Even in nothing but a worn-out flannel, he was warm, your sigh of relief drawing a muted chuckle from his chest as you melted in his hold. Bygones could be bygones, the chill you swore would be permanent dissipating with each deep breath you were now able to take. It had been years since you’d been this close to another human in a non-threatening manner, the first time someone cradled you against them, allowing you a moment of solace and safety. You’d never expected to find that safety here, in these arms.

“You can sleep,” he permitted, your body immediately accepting the offer and drifting off, your head lolling beneath his chin as his thick beard caught on your hair.

Gray light filled the dingy room as your eyes fluttered open. You were sweating now, your neck straining beneath a heavy weight settled on your head, heavy breaths echoing in your ear. Joel. He was asleep behind you, his cheek resting on you from where you’d spent your night pressed into him, his arms still tightly wrapped around you even passed out cold. At the first twitch of your head, he was rousing, grunting as he became alert once again.

Shifting enough to peer up at him, you watched his hazel eyes wake in the eerie glow of dawn before they locked with yours, the stone chipped away just enough to reveal a glimmer of vulnerability.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he asked softly, keeping the proximity you’d woken in instead of pulling away like you’d expected him to.

All you could muster was a shrug, his plush lips too close for you to concentrate.

“I can’t do this…” he whimpered, his tone stabbing you right in the chest, “Stop making me give a shit about you.”

“Tryin’ not to.”

“Why’s that?”

“Lovin’ me’s a curse.”

That didn’t matter. You’d danced with the devil already, what was one more tango? His hair was softer than you thought it would be when your fingers weaved into the strands on the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours in a daring risk of affection. You weren’t sure what shocked you more, your bravery or the fact that he greedily accepted your kiss, one large palm splaying across your stomach that was currently churning with something you hadn’t felt in over a decade.

It was all teeth and pressure, tongues wrestling as you tugged him closer by the hold on his hair, his body turning to face yours and press you down onto the cold wood of the floor, one hand cupping the back of your head to save it from the splintering surface. Your hands started on his belt first, your mouths still devouring the other as months of pent-up tension and hidden desires spilled over, your lungs selfishly inhaling his carnal groan as you gripped his cock as it sprang free and dragged your fist along his impressive length. Control was forgotten as you leaned up and captured his bottom lip again, his mind unable to focus on both your mouth and your hand as you continued to tug, his reciprocating kiss always slightly too late as his hips began to rock into your hold.

“Turn,” he commanded, his voice giving no room for objection, “S’too cold for any other way.”

As much as you wanted to argue, he was right. You obeyed, presenting yourself to him on all fours before your jeans were pulled just past the swell of your ass, his hands squeezing at your searing globes voraciously. You wished you could see his face. Slick fingers swiped over your pulsing hole, swirling spit around to ease his plunge into your waiting depths. You were quivering with anticipation, a stark contrast from last night as every inch of you burned now even in the subzero December temperatures.

Even if you wanted to stop it, you wouldn’t have been able to contain the lewd cry that erupted as you stretched around him. The feeling of his shaft slowly slipping inside of you made you realize just how soaked you were, his path unhindered on its way into the deepest parts of your body. You knew he could feel it, too, his hands shaking where they held you in place around your waist, breaths audibly ragged as he bottomed out.

“Shush now, darlin’,” he soothed, once again stroking over the plushness of your hips, “I can’t kill a man in this state.”

If that was intended to calm you down, he’d failed. Your cunt clenched around him so tightly he chuckled gruffly, pulling out and snapping his hips back against your ass just hard enough to have you jerking forward and keening, your teeth sinking into the sleeve of his jacket still loosely hanging on your much smaller frame. It didn’t take long for his pace to regulate, hard and fast just as you expected him to be, your arousal leaking down your inner thighs as he pinpointed the velvety patch decorating your inner wall, his precision just as accurate as he was with a rifle.

The limitations were agonizing. You wanted more. You wanted to marvel at the way his lips were parted and the hazel of his eyes swallowed by blackened lust, grip his chest and his neck, swallow his muted whines, and whisper how fucking good he felt into the soft, scarred skin of his neck. Pressure was building immeasurably quick, his rough fingers now rubbing circles over your clit leaving you nothing but a boneless heap in his hands. He was holding you upright now, your body limp for him to use as he saw fit, but the only thing he chased was your release.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged, “just let it go for me.”

Who were you to deny him anything? You clamped down around him as the elastic band in your belly finally snapped, shockwaves electrifying every nerve from the tips of your toes to the top of your skull, your eyes rolling back in your head as you chanted his name like a prayer. He followed not long after, pulling out with a roar and emptying onto an old rag he’d grabbed from the floor, his chest heaving as he moaned in relief. You wanted to scramble over to him, kiss his cheek, temple, eye, forehead, anything you could reach as he finished in the absence of your warmth, but you were too spent, too delirious, too thoroughly fucked to move quickly enough.

“Joel…” you whimpered, searching for him in the still-dim space, your hand reaching up and waiting for his fingers to intertwine with, “Joel…”

“I’m right here,” he answered as he gave you what you were searching for, his lips pressing to the back of your palm as he pulled you back into his chest, “We need to go. Tess’ll be worried.”

When you returned, you didn’t need to tell Tess what had transpired, she could tell. But even with her deduced knowledge, she kept her lips sealed. Maybe she knew Joel would tuck and run the moment he was caught, or that he’d recognize what a liability this was in a world such as this. A liability he’d come to terms with faster than he would have liked.

Two months later as February began to slide into March, a hoard of infected was an unexpected addition to your supply run. It was just you and him, it was meant to be simple, and it was, or so he thought.

“Let’s go,” he panted, “More’ll come. We can go another day without.”

“Joel…” you mewled, tears welling in your eyes as he continued to scout the area, “Joel!”

“What? Sweetheart, we gotta go.”

“You gotta go.”

“What the hell are you talk–”

Part of you wished you’d never told him. That you’d run off into the woods and let the last image you had of him be with his revolver in one hand and a machete in the other, doing what he did best with his brute strength and unmatched finesse. Because now, now you’d die with the snapshot of his horror-stricken face staring down at your outstretched palm, frozen, in denial, and forlorn.

“The hell is that?” he asked as if you’d have another explanation.

“You know what it is,” you replied, swallowing your own sorrow, he needed you to be strong now.

“No. No. No, that’s…that’s somethin’ else.”

“Stop–”

“Tell me it’s somethin’ else.”

“Joel, please!”

The way he muttered Jesus fucking Christ under his breath as he turned was the final swing on your shattering resolve, a hand dragging down his face as the other dropped to his hip, his blade plummeting to the pavement with a shrill clang as he let it fall from his grip. You stood still as a statue, watching him come to terms with those teeth marks pierced into the hand that had cupped his jaw so tenderly this morning as he’d kissed you awake.

“I warned you,” he finally said, turning to reveal his soaked cheeks and reddening eyes, “I told you I was a curse.”

“That really what you want to talk about right now?” you pressed, your chest burning as you fought the sobs clawing to get free.

“What do you want me to do?”

Your final wish. It wasn’t hard to decipher what he meant, one of you had to do it.

“I can do it,” you assured, puffing your chest out in a masquerade of bravery and strength, he could see right through it, his brow furrowing as he shook his head.

“No you can’t,” he resigned after clearing his throat and repressing the rage and grief already surging through him, pulling his pistol from the back of his waistband, “Lay down, I can’t watch you fall.”

“Joel, I can–”

“Just…do it.”

The grass was cool against your cheek, its soft caresses weren’t the worst things to feel with your final breaths. Your tears decorated the blades like the dew drops not due for another few months, your heart thudding between your chest and the ground, Joel’s footsteps somehow in tune with every slam of it against your sternum.

Where you expected the muzzle of a pistol, you felt his large palm stroking gently over the back of your head, his lips pressing to your hair one last time and lingering as the wound on your hand pulsed like a warning beacon. You knew you still had time, but the urgency had begun to eat you alive with every dragging second.

“Get on with it, Miller,” you pushed, refusing to give him your eyes, he’d hesitate. You knew that. “Waiting won’t make it any easier.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, he was crying again, “I’m sorry…” and that was the last thing you heard before the click of a trigger.

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sparklewrites1 · 7 months

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Well...

A/n sept 23: I kinda edited this just slightly.ALSO THJS CAME FROM A REQUEST WHICH I CURRENTKY CANT FIND.

Scream 4!Sidney Prescott x Reader

Warnings: light sexual content (its a short scene thats not too explicit but it's still spicy.), mentions of sexual activities, profanity, slight age gap (reader's 24-25 and sidney's 31-32.) Reader is the bottom. Kinda getting caught but also not really

A/N: it tool entirely too long to write this. I cut down the spicy part because I went way out of my comfort zone and I didn't wanna post that since it goes against my writing rules. Also I added in my own little annotations while writing just to lighten the mood cause I was stressed.

Word count: 2k

This is wrong. This is so very wrong. Jill's cousin. You were in bed with Jill’s cousin. You were in bed with the cousin of the girl you used to babysit.

Granted, you didn’t really know who Sidney was until approximately last year. Yes, you had heard her name in passing a few times in the years prior to now, but you never really bothered to look into who she was.

That was until, a few nights ago. Sidney had decided to visit Woodsboro again after years of being gone. The day after she arrived was the first time you met her. And saying she was gorgeous was a vast understatement.

You stood in the entryway of the kitchen as you stared through the small crowd of friends and family who gathered at Jill’s house. Your eyes were placed on one singular person. They were placed on her.

“Why are you looking at my cousin like that?” You hadn’t noticed Jill’s presence behind you until she spoke up.

“Like what?” You tried to act clueless.

“Like that.” She stated. “Like she’s “hot” or something.” Jill grimaced at her own words and let out an “Ew.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Don’t lie to me.” She gave an annoyed sigh. “Please don’t stand here and look at her weirdly all night. You can go talk to her, but don’t be weird about that either.”

“I don’t need your permission to talk to her, I’m a grown woman. I’m literally your babysitter.”

“You were my babysitter.” She corrected you as she rolled her eyes. “Just go talk to her so I don’t have to watch you make eyes at her all night.” She began to walk away but stopped once she got to the stairs. “And don’t try anything funny. You already spend enough time around my family as it is.” Jill warned as she continued to walk to her bedroom.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to enter the kitchen. You were feeling quite parched. You opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass. You walked over to the sink and filled your glass with water. As you raised your glass to your lips, an unfamiliar voice piped up behind you.

“I don’t think we’ve met before.” You flinched at the unexpected sound. You quickly turned around. Only to be met with the sight of the same ethereal woman you were staring at before, walking towards you. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Sidney by the way.”

“I know. I mean- I don’t know but I do. I mean I don’t not know you! I know-I know who you are, I just don’t know you…?” You cringed at your nervous outburst. “I um- I’m (Name).”

Sidney let out a small chuckle at your behavior.

“Hi, (Name). It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she held out her hand to shake. You took her hand in yours and gave it a light shake.

“And for the record, we haven’t met before. I was Jill’s babysitter.”

“Really? I’m surprised she never told me about you.”

“Yeah, she tends to forget about me.” You joke. Sidney lets out another chuckle. Goodness, that was a beautiful sound. You let a small smile grace your lips as you lean against the counter behind you. “So how long you plan on staying in town?”

“About a week or so. I have work to do back at home so I can’t stay too long.”

“Yeah I totally get that…” a somewhat awkward silence befell (ooh girl look at you with your fancy words) you two. “So are you sleeping here tonight or are you staying at an inn or something?”

“I’m sleeping here, in the guest room.” She gestured towards the stairs.

“Oh that’s nice. I used to sleep there when Kate went on business trips and I had to take care of Jill for a few days. I made a lot of great memories up there.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of memories?”

You don’t know exactly what happened next, but you do know that somehow you ended up in the position you were in now. And that position was in Sidney Prescott’s lap. In the same guest room you were conversing about.

Her lips fervently pressed against yours as her hand gently caressed your thigh. Her hand slowly traveled up your torso, she started to massage your chest as she removed her lips from yours and trailed kisses down to your neck. A string of curses left your lips, and Sidney quickly shushed you.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” She whispered in your ear.

“No,” You swallowed nervously. “No I don’t.”

You let out a moan as Sidney’s hand suddenly cupped your heat, massaging you through your panties.

You ground your core (...?) against her palm as you bit your bottom lip to try and suppress your noise, but to no avail.

You moaned as quietly as you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around her bare shoulders and dug your nails into her skin as the pleasure you were feeling continued to rise.

“Fuck, I think-” You groaned in frustration when Sidney removed her hand from your lower region. “What are you-” Your sentence was interrupted when Sidney pushed you down onto the mattress, you were now laying on your back, with your head on the very comfortable pillows.

Sidney pressed her lips against yours once more, but this time it was slow and sensual.

She removed her lips from yours and began trailing kisses down to your neck,

then your chest,

then your stomach,

and then she finally stopped at your thighs and began her work.

“Do you hear that?” Jill asked Kirby, who was sitting next to her on the couch, happily watching 'Meet the Robinsons'.

"Hear what?" She queried.

"That creaking noise. I can't be the only one that hears it." Jill grabbed the remote from off of the coffee table and pressed the pause button.

"Hey! I was w-" Kirby was cut off by the sound of Jill shushing her.

"Listen." Jill said.

Kirby listened closely until she could hear a faint continuous creaking sound.

"What is that?" Kirby asked.

"I dunno." Jill got up from her seat and walked towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"I think it's coming from upstairs." Jill said as she continued up the stairs. And Kirby followed her.

As they arrived upstairs the creaking sound became louder, and along with it was the faint sound of voices.

Kirby and Jill shot each other confused looks as they followed to sound.

They ended up in front of the guest room door, and what they heard was likely to scar them for life.

"Oh, Sidney!"

Their looks of confusion quickly twisted into horrified expressions. They both held back gasps as they ran back down the stairs. They both plopped down on the couch at the same time.

"Was that-"

"Yes." Jill's bottom lip quivered.

"Were they-"

"Yes!" Jill shouted.

"Oh my gosh!" Kirby grasped the sides of her head with her hands. "They were fucking!"

"I know!" Jill screamed.

"They were doing it! They are doing it!" Kirby grasped Jill by the shoulders and shook her.

"I know!" Jill shouted. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in disgust.

"I think I'm gonna vomit." Kirby whined.

"At least you didn't hear your cousin fucking your old babysitter!" Jill complained.

"What are we gonna do?!"

"What you’re gonna do is start up your car. What I’m gonna do is pack up some clothes and stay at your house tonight. Because I am not gonna be under the same roof as them tonight.” Jill stated.

“Sounds good to me!” Kirby exclaimed as they both sprinted off in different directions.

“That was amazing.” You exhaled as you pulled the comforter up to your chest.

“Agreed.”

But your bliss was only momentary, because you soon realized that it was far past your time to go home.

"Oh shit!" You jumped up from the bed scouring the room for your clothes. "Where are my pants?!"

"Over there." She pointed to the corner of the room.

"How the fuck did they get over there?" You rushed to pull them onto your legs. "Tonight was amazing and all- and I hope we could see each other again soon, but I really gotta go!" You hurriedly exclaimed before rushing out the door.

As you were running down the stairs you saw Jill standing in front of the front door with a backpack.

"Oh! H-Hey Jill what are you doin'?... still awake…" You gave her an awkward smile, now realizing there's a possibility that she could've been aware of your previous activities.

She didn't respond, she only stared at you with an expression of what looked like a mix of fear, disgust, and disappointment. You could infer that she most likely knew what you did.

"Bye." That was the only thing she said before walking out of the door. After a few moments you heard the sound of an engine revving up, it must've been Kirby picking her up.

Not long after the car drove off you went outside to get to your own car.

After starting up the engine you sat in silence for a few moments.

You let your forehead rest against the steering wheel. That’s when all the emotions hit you. Your heart was racing, your face was burning, and your legs were trembling as your face burned in embarrassment. But despite your negative feelings, you felt a hint of excitement. You silently thought to yourself,

‘Maybe we could do this again…’

You turned your head to stare at the Prescott house. Maybe… Just maybe…

Screw it.

You opened the car door and got out of the driver's seat.

You strode down the path to the front door of the house. When you arrived, you reached in your pocket and grabbed the key that Kate gave you a while back.

When you finally unlocked the door you turned the knob and pushed it open and lo and behold there she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh- You’re back, did you forget something?” She gave you a friendly smile.

“No, I didn’t. I…” You trailed off, with a wave of shyness hitting you. But you managed to continue your sentence after a few short seconds. “I wanted to…” You took a deep breath. “I wanted to ask for your number and maybe ask you out… on a date.”

“Oh!” She laughed nervously. Was that a bad thing? Was this a mistake? Did you misread the signs- wait- what signs? She literally just fucked you.

You gulped.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” Sidney blurted. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time her words came out at a lower volume. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just caught off guard- I didn’t expect you to come back, and I most certainly didn’t expect you to ask me out.” She took a breath. “But, my answer is yes to both questions.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I- that's great I mean- I mean- cool- um, is Saturday good?”

“Saturday’s great.” A warm smile graced Sidney’s lips.

“Great! I’ll uh… See you then I guess. Goodnight.” You started to reach out for a hug but stopped because that would be too intimate, right? Then you started to reach out for a handshake but that felt too casual. Before you could decide on what to do Sidney moved closer to you and leaned towards you, she gave you a soft peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

You smiled and gave her a small wave before walking out of the front door, and back to your car.

When you got inside, you sat in silence once more, but this time, the silence was a comfortable one. After a few moments you let out a laugh of disbelief. Holy shit. You asked someone out and didn’t get rejected! Your confidence meter was sky high.

A warm fuzzy feeling surrounded your chest as a goofy smile fell on your lips and you started the car.

You drove off into the dark, your mind never leaving what was now the memory of the amazing night that you just experienced.

#sidney prescott fanfic #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader

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btsbabe7 · 2 days

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A/N: a spontaneous semi-spicy drop of a draft that’s been sitting since April 1st, and now that I just watched Challengers and it’s pretty much on brand with this, that’s the mood I’m in. I also didn’t edit this, but I will post it anyways. 🙃

Words: ~2k, (Mature, 18+)

Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x reader

Natty and Poppy teamed up to put together a small get-together with certain members of your class; however, words and owls got around, and a party of ten had turned into fifty. Overwhelmed, but determined to make the best of the situation, Natty and Poppy were able to get things under control, from snacks to Butterbeer and entertainment, it turned into a literal house party.

You find yourself sandwiched between the two boys you’d managed to get close to over the past few years, Sebastian and Ominis, both surprisingly enjoying themselves, thanks to your presence.

“Wanna try this jelly bean I made?” Garreth exclaims, scaring you from behind while nudging your arm. He stretches his arm between you and Ominis, out towards the light, where a single jelly bean is hoisted between his fingertips.

“Not tonight, Weasley,” you giggle and shrug his arm away. “I’m not in the mood to have smoke coming from my nostrils or other extremities again.”

“Suite yourself,” he replies with a shrug before trailing off to find another potential victim.

You watch Garreth walk over to another girl, one you know to be from Gryffindor, whose name is completely unknown to you. You watch her giggle as he holds his hand out and offers her a tiny red bean. The one he’d offered you had been yellow, for Hufflepuff. Her polish red nails pinch into his palm as she grabs the bean and pulls it between her lips with a teasing smile.

You see Garreth grin softly, but he turns his attention away quickly, right back to you in fact.

“He fancies you,” Sebastian states as if he’s already right and knows it all. “You have him wrapped around your finger.”

“As if you’d know, Seb. It’s not like you’re consulting with a Gryffindor.”

You hear Ominis’ snort, clearing getting a kick out of it too. You watch Sebastian’s cheeks grow ruby red in annoyance.

“I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious. Offering you yellow jellybeans as if the rest of us don’t realize what he’s doing. As if we don’t see how he acts around you in The Great Hall, in class... Always showering you with gifts…”

“Well… I do love Garreth’s gifts,” you hum in amusement now that you’re on the subject. “Jellybeans aside, he did have his owl deliver a beautiful bouquet of daises and roses about a week ago.”

“H-he sent you flowers?”

You can hear the disappointment in Seb’s voice. Because why hadn’t he thought to send you flowers? Is the tone that laces his voice and gains a pat on the shoulder from Ominis.

“Even as a Slytherin, this conversation is becoming awfully dreadful. Care for a dance, Y/n?”

“Yeah, let’s dance!”

Ominis smiles deeply and stands to his feet to reach out for your hand. Sebastian tries to slap it away, but you take it before he can.

“Sorry, Seb,” you whisper mockingly.

You and Ominis find a spot in the corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of Sebastian or Garreth, a spot where they’d have to look if they wanted to find you.

“Sebastian‘s right, you know?”

“Oh, not you too, Omi… Garreth and I, were friends.”

“Friends fall in love. We all know that’s not quite uncommon here,” Ominis states, knowing he’s right and that any protest is just an excuse from you at this point. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, which makes you smile into his shoulder.

“Friends can fall in love, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for Garreth. No matter how cute and sweet he is.”

“You find him ‘cute?’”

“Omi!” You giggle loudly and smack his shoulder playfully before falling silent and twirling around with him. It had to be Poppy’s idea to throw a slow song into the mix. “I think Garreth is adorable, admirable even, but he’s not Seb… He’s not you. And I see how miserable Seb is when Garreth is around.”

Ominis smiles, a very telling smile, and you nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

“We can’t invite him. He wouldn’t understand.”

“He may be a Gryffindor; however, that doesn’t make him stupid… or less understanding. The point is freedom from understanding. It’s for fun.”

You know this, but you don’t press further. Omi always wins in the end anyways and if you press it, you’ll find yourself more than sandwiched between your three favorite boys.

He sways you around the livingroom, one hand at the small of your back and the other placed firmly against your mid-back, and your fingers find comfort in the thickness of the sandy blonde hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

“Do you still think about it?”

Your whisper is so low, you almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. You wish you didn’t still feel the electricity coursing through your chest when he touches you, when he’s near. You try to cool it when Sebastian is around, but most of the time it feels as if you’re fighting your own being to keep the peace between friends.

“Well, you certainly made it memorable,” he replies softly and leans his head on your hair like he had the very first time the two of you danced together.

You find yourself pulling back ever so slightly until his gaze meets yours. You find yourself fluttering again, lost in the beauty of his pearlescent eyes, his tiny sprinkled moles, and the soft look of his pink lips.

“Omi…”

His hand pulls your chin upward and he stops mid-turn, your back against the wall and his to the party, concealing you as his your lips find each other’s. You can’t remember the last time you had Ominis’ lips, and his alone, without Sebastian needing you at the same time. It takes your breath away just as it did years ago.

A soft cough breaks your kiss and you and Ominis pull away with reddened cheeks.

“Am I interrupting something?” Poppy laughs sarcastically. “I mean of course I’m not, my best friend would’ve told me if she were dating a Slytherin, or you know, dating in general?”

“Poppy, it’s…”

“Exactly what it looks like,” Ominis breathes. “I asked Y/n to keep it between us. After all, Sebastian has feelings for her too.”

“Ominis…”

“Sebastian has feelings for you? And you’re okay with kissing his best friend in the same room?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples as if everything will soon come apart at the seams. You’d expect this reaction, this level of immaturity from Sebastian, not Ominis. Why would he admit that after you’ve all been hiding it so well?

“He may have feelings, but I’m… I’m in love.”

You choke, dropping your arms from Ominis’ neck in disbelief. If he were in love with you, there would be signs. There were signs, but why would he admit it here?

Poppy notices your distress and pulls you by the hand.

“Gonna borrow her for a moment,” she calls, pulling you further away from the sad looking boy. She pulls you into a room, banishing everyone out before slamming the door behind you both. “Y/n, are you… insane? I mean of course you aren’t, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known, yet you deliberately got involved with not one, but two Slytherin boys. Nat and I told you to be careful since day one!”

“I know,” you breathe and kick your shoes off before bringing your knees up to your chest on the bottom of her bed. “But it’s Seb and Omi, they’re harmless.”

“Harmless?” She scoffs. “That man just said he betrayed his friend, who has a crush on you. I mean you two were snogging! As if it’s completely normal. The way he said he loved you as if he meant it, as if he’s been completely enraptured by you. How did this even happen?”

“We… spent time together. We’ve been friends for years now.”

Poppy places a hand on her hips, believing only a small portion of what you’re admitting. She takes a deep breath and settles on the bed next to you.

“What’s really going on between you and Ominis, Y/n?”

You deflect from her prying eyes, all your steady thoughts and chaotic ones overlapping and tangling with each other in your mind as you do. You can’t tell a lie without part of the truth. And if you tell the truth, you can’t lie. Not to her.

“Poppy… Ominis and I have been seeing each other.”

“Seeing each other?”

“S-sleeping together,” you mutter softly. Your hands go cold and the coldness travels up your shoulders and washes down your body, all the way to your toes under your striped lime and cherry blossom knitted socks Ominis gifted you with last Christmas.

“Sleeping together? Like in his dorm?”

“No,” you sigh. “Like sleeping together… sex.”

All color in her cheeks flush and she shoots off the bed like a rocket.

“You’re sleeping with Ominis!?”

You can’t bring yourself to repeat it. It’s not like you’re embarrassed, you just knew your girl best friends would react this way. Garreth would react this way or say he somehow already knew. But Sebastian’s always the one you’ve been scared of hurting.

You nod.

“And Sebastian?” She dares to ask with widened eyes.

“I… we... I don’t know Poppy. He and I, we’ve done it once. Two Christmas’ ago when he took me to meet his family in Feldcroft. I told Ominis about Sebastian, but I can’t tell Sebastian about Ominis. It’s happened too many times with him, Sebastian would never forgive us,” you cry.

“Y/n… I, for once don’t know what to say.”

“There’s not much you can say,” Sebastian groans, coming from the connected bathroom with a scowl.

“Why’re you in here!?” Poppy yelps.

“Other restrooms were taken. But that’s beside the point, Y/n, you betrayed me? You and Ominis went behind my back? Didn’t think to tell me, to just let me know? I had my suspicions, but I… I didn’t want to believe that my two best friends would go behind my back.”

“Seb, it’s not like that. It’s—“

“It’s what? You’re in love with him, aren’t you? That’s the only reason you wouldn’t tell me? You couldn’t bear hurting my feelings, so you just hid your own?”

You climb off the bed and walk over to him, tears still in your eyes as Poppy steps out the room to give you two privacy.

“Sebastian, I love you both, truly. But what I feel with Ominis…”

“You don’t feel with me?”

“Seb, what I feel for Ominis, I can’t keep hiding. But I love you too. Since our first night together, I’ve always felt something.”

Sebastian’s features fall as if everything in his life has come to a halt and has never been in his favor. You know this was never fair to him since the beginning, since his interest had been you, but yours had been in his best friend.

“I should’ve known, I tried to ignore the signs,” he sighs and falters a bit.

You reach out for him, wrapping your arms around him as he sobs into the crook of your neck. You want to say words, but they would change nothing. If anything, it’d probably make matters worse for the three of you. You don’t know what admitting your feelings will do to your friendship, but you can’t afford to lose either of them, not after having them this long.

Sebastian trembles softly in your arms as you rub his back.

“I don’t want things to end this way,” he mutters against your wet skin.

“Nothing has to end,” you reply and pull back to look at him through tear blurred eyes. “We don’t have to end anything.”

“But if you’re in love with him, it won’t ever be the same.”

“Sebastian… please.”

He shakes his head as it begins to settle in. As it does, Ominis steps into the room. You hear the lock snap shut and a soft sigh from Sebastian’s lips.

When you glance down at Sebastian, the smirk of his lips is what makes you uneasy. You’ve seen this smirk before, back in the living room of his uncle’s house in Feldcroft.

“Seb—“

You’re cut off by his lips pressing hungrily into yours. His palm massages into your curls and the other into the flesh of your ass under your short dress.

You moan softly, almost forgetting about Ominis who stands sheepishly near the door.

“Care to join?” Sebastian mutters into your neck before licking a stripe up the length.

“Perhaps somewhere more private.”

Sebastian chuckles, ready to take you anywhere as long as he can have you right now in this moment. He kisses you deeply, his own moaning sending vibrations throughout your lips and straight to your core. He’s inching closer to Ominis with each twist of his tongue, and once you’re close enough, you grip his shirt at the shoulder and apparate to the one place where you know you’ll have all the privacy in the world.

Your Room of Requirement.

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lilacliquors · 3 months

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pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

sweet or spicy: sweet

word count: 898

prompt: [ DANCING ]: as they slow-dance together, the sender takes the opportunity to lean in close to the receiver and tell them that they love them.

notes: hi everyone! welcome to the sweet and spicy special for valentine's day 2024! we're starting off with some sweet fluffy goodness, so prepare for some spicy smutty tomorrow for day two!

and if you want to know the song i listened to while writing the dance scene, it's 'so close' from the enchanted soundtrack!

it wasn’t often you and miguel got a chance to go out, but when you did, it was always a wonderful time. this was no exception. the company he worked for, alchemax, was hosting a lavish party, and despite not wanting to go, employee presence was mandatory. whatever, this gave miguel the perfect opportunity to show you off, to show his coworkers that he had the loveliest partner in the world. so when he asked you to accompany him, you were more than eager to join. you loved these nights out, getting to dress up and spend the night out of your apartment.

when you arrived, the lobby of the hotel the party was being held in was stunning. glimmering white lights created a warm glow, and the room itself had a warm atmosphere. you were holding onto miguel’s arm, letting him lead you through the lobby to the ballroom, where you were greeted by a few of his colleagues. he was cordial, but you could see in his eyes that he’d rather be anywhere but there. he took two glasses of champagne from a nearby waiter’s tray, and he handed you one, which you took with a small smile.

“thanks, i needed this,” you said softly, trying for a mood-lifting joke. he allowed himself a smile of his own, and you two stood off to the side to sip your drinks. as other waiters passed by with trays of hor'dourves, you picked at a few, deciding to try some new foods. after all, miguel liked to remind you that it was on alchemax’s dime, why not enjoy yourself? he was happy to see you happy, and seeing you get dressed up was an added bonus, of course.

as the night continued, the hired band was playing upbeat song after upbeat song, and you found yourself swaying a little bit, tapping your foot, just letting the music take you away. miguel watched you for a moment, cracking another smile. you were adorable in his eyes, always living in the moment and enjoying the little things in life. and he wanted the whole of nueva york to know that you were his.

the current song came to an end, and then, the band’s lead singer gently tapped their finger to their microphone, catching everyone’s attention.

“i’m hoping everyone’s having a good time tonight,” they said with a chuckle. “this next one’s for the couples in the room. we’ve been playing good singles music all night, but this one, we picked it with you in mind. so if you brought a special someone with you here this evening, why don’t you bring them out to the dancefloor for a little number?”

the music started up again, but it was a much softer song, with piano filling the room before the singer’s voice. miguel looked down at you, then took your hand, much to your surprise. he was gentle as he led you to the dancefloor, and even some of his colleagues had wide eyes. he never struck anyone as the dancing type. but once out on the floor, his other hand was on your waist, and he led you in a very graceful dance among the other few couples that had join the floor. he felt your free hand rest on his bicep, and he swore he saw your eyes sparkle. the outfit you’d chosen for the night made your eyes pop, and you looked ethereal in the glow of the white lights. you were elegant as he swayed with you in his arms, and it felt like it was only the two of you in the whole world. he spun you around, then pulled you back and continued to sway with you.

“this is nice,” you whispered, and he nodded with a smile.

“a lot nicer than i thought it would be,” he agreed. the music began to swell again, and he spun you once more, but when he pulled you back, he caught you, then lowered you into a dip. your eyes met, and you saw nothing but adoration in his gaze. he pulled you back up and held you close to his chest, then leaned down a bit to your height.

“i love you,” he whispered. “so much.”

“i love you, too,” you whispered back, and he leaned back to look down at you. he was gentle as he lifted you up a bit, and his lips met yours in a soft kiss, just as the music faded away. when you pulled back from one another, you knew people were staring, but you didn’t care. this was a side of miguel that didn’t often come out in public, but when it did, it surprised everyone around you.

“thank you for such a wonderful night,” you breathed, and he grinned.

“thank you for letting me take you. you’re what made it wonderful,” he replied softly, and you felt your face warm slightly.

“such a charmer,” you teased, and he kissed your forehead gently.

“only for you. let’s head out, i need to get out of this suit, it’s suffocating me,” he said, tugging on his collar. you laughed, and this time, you took the lead.

“and i need real food. those little appetizers are so not filling,” you murmured, and he nodded in agreement once again.

“real food and real clothes, waiting at home. god, i love you.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara sweet and spicy special #sweet and spicy special 2024 #lilacliquors

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Chapter 5:

Hell’s Bells and Shot Gun Shells

Warning: violence/ death/ talk of abuse

Kitty felt the sun on her skin. She felt sleep drunk as she stirred last. Her mind felt fuzzy. What happened last night? It all seemed like a blur right now. She vaguely remembered the nights events, from the killing to the…oh. Her face went scarlet.

Alastor smirked over at her watching as she came to reality from her sleep drunk haze. “Morning.” He said leaning in the door way of the bed room.

Kitty startled hearing his voice suddenly. “Morning…we…” she started.

He grinned at her “we did~” he seemed quite pleased with him self. Kitty flushed darker. She covered her face with her hands. “Oh don’t be so embarrassed~” he teased her walking into the room, holding a cup of coffee. He took a sip and rustled her hair treating her like a child

She looked up at him seeing that damn smile on his face. It was like she was tormenting her now. He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. His sudden tenderness made her feel conflicted. This was the man grooming her to be a murderer. Taking her natural desire for bloodlust, and twisting it in his hand to suit his needs. Who she knew for a damn fact was manipulating her to his will. But right now she wanted to believe the lie he might actually like her.

“There’s more coffee and some breakfast in the kitchen if you so desire~” he said to her leaning up to his full height and looking down at her

Kitty moved slowly out of bed feeling, his gaze on her. It felt weird, but nice? She felt conflicted. Quietly she moved to get dressed. “I do need to go back to the city today, I have to preform tonight at 6.” She said dressing fully.

He hummed lightly “and here I thought I’d get to keep you to myself. Ah well, responsibility and all that.” He said waving his hand

Kitty smirked at him leaning her chin in the palm of her hand “you can always come listen to me, you know~”

His eyes seem to glimmer at that idea. His trademark grin split that handsome face. “Oh? You are right, I certainly could. I certainly will.” He leaned against the counter sipping his coffee.

This moment they shared was so different. Their interactions had been so dark and chaotic, before this. However right now he seemed so playful and gentle, like when they first met. Was it all a mask or was there some reality to this?

They spent most of the day this way, just getting to know each other better. Kitty spilled her guts about what drove her to snap and begin a murder spree. Leaning against the couch, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“I just….” She started gaze cast down, “my parents died in a car crash when I was a teenager. My old money grandparents took me in. It was awful they were not very kind to me. As soon as they could they pushed me into an arranged marriage with another man, for an increase to their wealth. I suppose my life was worth little more than a few thousand.” She laughed weakly.

Alastor’s smile faltered as she spoke. A quite rage eking into his heart.

“He was a vicious man. You saw the scars on my belly and back last night….those were his handy work. He would use broken alcohol bottles, cigarette ends, you name it.” She managed to look up at him. His eyes were full of blood lust and rage at her words. She placed her hand on his. “I’m sorry darling….I know it’s hard to hear but bare with me.”

Alastor squeezed her hand and brushed his thumb over her knuckle lightly.

“He would lock me in the basement for days, when he was really in a mood. I managed one night to crawl out of the basement window. I ran to freedom. I didn’t look back. I ended up here in New Orleans two years ago, far away from that old house in Mississippi.” She continued.

Alastor was a little stunned she was a runaway. He squeezed her hand firmly “you don’t have to be afraid. I won’t let him hurt you ever again.” His eyes burned into hers it was a vow.

Kitty leaned her face into his shoulder. “This cycle of abuse broke me somewhere deep inside. I saw a man beating a woman in an alleyway….and I just. Something snapped. I stabbed him to death and ran off. There was something so freeing about this act. As if I was getting revenge myself. It became and addiction. I used the jazz club to find more unsavory men, and began to pick them off carefully.”

Alastor listened to her story wicked delight in his big grin. She did similar to what he did. Protect the innocent, and clean the scum of society from the streets. After all rabid dogs must be put down~

They continued their conversation for awhile until it was time to bring her back to the city. Alastor drove silent for awhile just thinking through everything. His eyes drifted to her. She was looking out the window quietly, seemingly lost in thought. He smirked. What a wonderful creature he happened upon. He seemed pleased with how this relationship was progressing.

“Kitty~” he said breaking the silence. She jolted out of her thoughts, turning her head to look at him. He grinned at her. “I have to say….it’s been a thrilling time getting to know you, I’d love to see you more frequently.”

Kitty thought about it and smiled lightly “I’d like that.” She said softly. She hadn’t been sure of Alastor, and there was such weird mystery surrounding him. However she felt inclined to get to see just who he really was. Especially with how kind he had been recently.

He smirked in reply and focused on the road. Before long they pulled up to the Silver Magnolia in the French Quarter. He parked and came around to assist her out of the car. She took his hand as he helped her stand. She smiled lightly at him for the gesture. He was a gentleman despite his wild nature that lay beneath that mask of southern charm.

He was content to grab a drink and stay and watch her preform tonight. He had nothing else happening, and was always delighted watching her preform. Not to mention he could make sure she wasn’t harassed. It infuriated him how many men would flock to her; and touch her. How dare they touch her. His eyes narrowed at the thought. After all she was his. Especially after last night, he had laid his claim upon her.

Kitty was in her dressing room getting ready for the show while Alastor was nursing a whiskey and glaring at the men that sauntered about. He had committed to memory the ones he deemed as problems. His mind making note to handle them if they step out of line.

It was show time before long. Kitty came out on stage and had the crowd on pins and needles. It never got old to Alastor. He was always enthralled watching her with grace and pride commanding that stage. He rest his chin on his hand and watched her dance and sing. She always looked the happiest up there. He wanted that happiness for his own. How could he steal away that happiness just for him to see and no one else? He sipped his whiskey.

How could he get her heart? He already had began to twist what was left of her broken mind, bending her to his will to continue down her dark path, of vengeance. However he was not sated. He wanted more. He wanted to devour every inch of that little vixen. His eyes narrowed and he grinned. He wanted to possess her.

The band roared into the night as kitty finished her set. It was time to go get changed and clean up before meeting with Alastor. A man had followed her. He entered her dressing room behind her and confront her.

Kitty felt cornered and a little panicked the man cornering her against the wall of her dressing room. “I am tired of asking!” He yelled aggressively at her, “I will not take no for an answer again!” He growled.

Kitty glared up at him feeling small but the fire was still burning in her eyes. “I will never marry you!” She retorted. It was a wealthy industrialist named Marc Jacobson. He had been harassing her for months to become his wife. Kitty refused to be crammed back into another man’s cage, especially now that she had tasted freedom.

He struck her swiftly. His hand smacking her across the face so hard she tasted blood in her mouth. Had he been not at her work, she would have attacked him. It was an awful delicate situation as she needed to remain innocent.

Alastor had come back stage to meet her in her dressing room as it seemed she was taking awhile. Which annoyed him a little, he wanted to see her post haste. He heard the arguing as he came up on her door. Then the loud smack. His eyes flared with rage. Who dare lay a hand on his woman? He tried the door and found it locked. In a fit of rage he kicked the door inwards slamming it against the wall. His eyes were burning red seeing Kitty pinned against the wall with this pompous man looming over her.

When he saw the blood on her lip he lost all sense of self. He lunged at the man, grabbing him by his shirt and punching him so hard in the face it broke Marc’s nose. Crimson gushed down Marc’s face. He stumbled back hitting the floor. Alastor looked over Marc a look of sinister hatred burning in his eyes. His eyes had an eerie green glow to him as he snarled down at the man.

Marc looked up at him outraged holding his face with a bloody hand. He got to his feet and shoulder checked Alastor before heading out. Alastor glared after him. He would take care of that one tonight. He rushed to Kitty immediately. He held her face gently checking her over, he seemed worried.

“It’s fine….I’ve had worse” she chuckled sadly.

Alastor looked into her eyes gently cleaning the blood from her lip with his handkerchief. “I don’t care. How dare he hurt you. Was that the man you mentioned who’s been trying to get you to marry him?” He questioned

“Yes….that’s the one.” She sighed.

Alastor hummed softly. He brushed his thumb over the sore spot on her face, seemingly lost in thought. How did he want to kill this man? Probably set him loose into his hunting grounds, hunt him down and shoot him. He wanted him to feel the same fear of being pursued endlessly. A wicked smile spread across his face. “I’ll handle him, cher~” he leaned down taking her lips with his.

Kitty felt a lot safer now that Alastor was here. If he handled the problem it would take the heat off of her, and she would get the justice she craved. She smirked at him “oh you do so spoil me darling~” she sighed softly

Alastor grinned down at her, his thumb resting on her chin. “Oh it’s no problem my dear~”

They sat in her dressing room together for sometime. He held her gently letting her come down from the assault that had happened. He was being gentle with her c slowly running his fingers through her hair. After her awful abusive marriage, he imagined she wasn’t in a good headspace.

Kitty leaned into him lost in her own thoughts. She was feeling a lot more calm with his caring touches. They stayed like this for some time. Once she felt okay enough he decided tonight they would find this man, and have her lure him out to his cabin.

It seemed easy enough. She knew where he lived from being invited to a dinner party. Alastor hid in the back seat, in anticipation. A wicked glee on his face. Kitty would lie saying she thought it over and wanted to marry him after all. Then say she wanted to go somewhere private to have some intimacy

It was working splendidly. She had drugged the whiskey she gave him, so he was very out of it. Alastor waited in the back floor board eagerly. He was almost panting like a wild animal at the thought of taking that wretch’s life with his own hands tonight.

Marc was out of it, and it was very easy for Kitty to use her charms to manipulate him. Alastor felt pride swell in his chest for how wicked his little vixen was at using her wiles. If he wasn’t crazy about her already, he was now. He had to stifle a laugh. All of this was so amusing.

Kitty pulled up the the secluded cabin that belonged to Alastor. Marc stumbled out of the car and she was easy to lead him into the house. The plan was for Alastor to chase him out and into the woods where he would hunt him down like prey.

Alastor went around the back of the house and retrieved his shot gun. He loaded it and put extra ammo in his pockets, not that he was a bad shot, but just in case. His eyes glimmered with sick, twisted glee.

Kitty led Marc into the kitchen. Alastor came around the corner gun raised. A wild feral look in his eyes as he grinned at Marc. “You have to the count of ten to run.” Alastor laughed. Marc was drugged but could think enough that he ran past Alastor and out the open back door.

Alastor counted laughing hysterically as Marc stumbled tearing off into the woods. He looked over at Kitty, “sit tight darlin. I’ll handle this and be back soon~”

Then Alastor bottled out of the back door grinning. He was following the trail of broken branches and disturbed brush. He could hear Marc running ahead through the brush. The rustling drawing Alastor close to his heels. Marc was cursing and panting tryin to make it through the wood. Though in his drugged state it was difficult.

They made it into a clearing. Alastor was approaching him blood lust in his eyes. Marc began to plead as the shot gun was aimed at him. “I’ll never bother her again! I swear!” Marc begged hands raised as he backed away.

Alastor laughed cruelly, malice dripping in his voice, “you think it’s your god given right to lay hands on my girl!?” He was panting and grinning madly at Marc gun raised.

Marc backed up still, hands in front of him “please God no! I’m sorry!” He begged

A strange eerie green aura emanated about Alastor and the loud sound of radio static exploded into the air. His eyes glowed an eerie, sickly green. Strange dark powers forming around him. This would be one more sacrifice.

Alastor laughed loudly “I am no God! No mercy from the devil!” He cackled wickedly before firing a round. The shot gun rang out into the woods, echoing as the bullet tore through Marc. Crimson pooled around Marc’s chest, staining his suit. Alastor wasn’t satisfied, he reloaded and fired again. Marc stumbled back and fell onto the ground holding his chest.

Alastor loomed over him crushing his windpipe down with his boot. “We put down rabid animals” he grinned. The moonlight framed his figure as he held the shotgun point blank. He fired in between Marc’s eyes. Blood spraying his clothing and face. He laughed wildly head tossed back the moonlight glinting off his blood splatter glasses

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