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gumnut-logic · 6 months

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Sweetapple Slice 7

Alexander Sweetapple series

No one asked a question for this one, I just needed a beach and to visualise something other than suburbia. Unfortunately, the boys are interested in other things and we don't get much scenery.

Just a short one this time, not read through, just thrown up here.

This one happens during that time after 'Along the Way' when Alex first visits the Island.

And if you are wondering why this is Slice 7 and yesterday was Slice 5, Slice 6 is on its way via a different author :D I have no doubt it will appear soon :D

I hope you enjoy this little scene.

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“So, what’s it like living on your own private island?”

Virgil snorted, and, turning, skipped a pebble off the surface of the Pacific Ocean. It bounced across the smooth glass of the caldera a full six times before disappearing into the turquoise depths.

“As with everything, it has its pros and cons.” Virgil raised his arms, gesturing to it all. “We live in a wildlife documentary with sunsets to die for.” A smirk. “But there is no takeout. Everything on the Island is maintained by us - the housework, the lawn, the electricity, even the sewage.” Virgil’s nose wrinkled up at that last. “A lot of its automated, thank goodness, but where there is automation-“

“There is maintenance.”

“Yeah, that. Self-sufficiency has its downsides.” Virgil looked out at the caldera again. “But then we have all this, all to ourselves. We don’t have to worry about the paparazzi out here, we’re safe on our beautiful island home.” He shrugged. “As I said, pros and cons.”

Alex scanned his eyes around the beach. “You can’t get here without a plane either. I apologise ahead for the lack of surprise visits on birthdays and anniversaries.”

Virgil smiled at him. “We can work something out.”

“Oh?”

But Virgil only kept that smile on his face and said nothing further on the topic.

Okay, play it that way, Mr Mysterious Thunderbird.

And it hit him again. He was on the hidden island of the Thunderbirds.

Virgil chuckled. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Blushing at least.

“Fanboying fit to bust something.”

“Hey!”

But Virgil had moved in closer, one hand sliding up the side of Alex’s neck and into his hair. It was very distracting. “From one fanboy to another, you are really adorable when you do that.” And Virgil was pulling him down into a soft kiss.

Mmmm.

But before his brain could white out into the pleasure that were this gorgeous man’s lips…

“Wait. You’re a fanboy? Of what?”

Virgil chuckled, soft breath teasing Alex’s neck as dropped his forehead to Alex’s shoulder.

Alex drew him into a hug, hands sliding over well-defined muscle through the light shirt Virgil was wearing. As always, Alex was struck by exactly how incredible Virgil Tracy actually was, what those muscles did on a daily basis, and how unbelievably lucky Alex was to be holding him.

“Have you heard of Kip Harris?” It was said into his collarbone, warm breath teasing the chest hair under his borrowed shirt.

Kip Harris…

“Is he the guy who designed that gas fire suppression regime you used in the Siberian gas fields, end of last year?”

Virgil’s head shot up. “How do you know about that?”

Alex arched an eyebrow. “Fanboy? I know quite a bit about your missions. They are fascinating. The equipment you use, the techniques-“

But Virgil was laughing into his shirt.

“What?”

Those dark eyes looked up at him again, filled with mirth. “Yet you didn’t recognise me when we first met.”

Alex opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Which prompted Virgil to start giggling even more.

“Hey, I’m an engineer. Sometimes I get distracted by cool gadgets.”

The giggles became full-on laughter.

“Well, if you’re going to be like that.” Alex pulled back a little, mock offended.

Virgil grabbed at him. “Hey, no, come here.” The laughter had turned into a struggling fond smile. “I can introduce myself, if you like.” The smile almost broke into a laugh, but the man managed to hold it back. “Hi, I’m Virgil Tracy, the man behind the cool gadgets. Oh, and the coffee. Apparently, I can make cool coffee, too.”

The smile was strained beyond belief and Alex had no choice but to kiss it into submission.

“It’s hot coffee.” Mumbled against soft lips. “Wonderfully warm and hot coffee.”

Virgil didn’t answer, instead using all his many skills to melt Alex under his touch. His big hands roamed up Alex’s back and…

Yeah, he could stop thinking now.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #alexander sweetapple #nuttyfic #romance #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple

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melis-writes · 2 years

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I have just finished reading the godfather for the first time after being a long time fan of the movies. And I just wanted to say I can’t believe how well you have kept to the writing style and character traits of the book in your writing!!! 🥺 also can I request a prompt for something similar to the Sonny/Lucy Mancini scene in the first movie (at Connie’s wedding) except instead of those two it’s Michael x Vic.. and Sonny walks in on them instead of Tom knocking at the door!!! 😩

Ahhhh I hope you loved the book as much as I did!! 😍💖 I'm definitely overdue for a re-read! Thank you!! 🥺✨ I love The Godfather for what it is and wanted to keep my fics as close to the source material as possible. I'm all about canon details and true character personalities so it feels as realistic as possible! 😅 Thank you again, that tells me at least I'm doing a good job at it! 🥰 Your prompt as requested!!

“M-Michael, Michael,” a whimper escapes your lips as Michael’s hand teasingly trails up from gripping your throat and over to squeezing your face.

“Shhhhh,” Michael breathes hotly over your lips. “Be a good girl and keep quiet. You already—” Michael lets out a soft grunt, glancing down at your soaked pussy clenching against his cock fully buried inside of you. “Whined to be fucked in here, didn’t you?”

“Mm, maybe.” You let out a breathy giggle, gazing up at Michael who quietly tries to catch his breath.

Stuffed up in the bathroom of the Corleone estate—the only inconspicuous place to be together and outside of Connie and Leonardo’s wedding festivities—the state of you and Michael is anything but innocent.

You sit up on the bathroom counter with your back against the wall, legs fully spread with Michael raising one thigh up with his arm and gripping your waist with the other hand.

The angle Michael fucks you in up on the counter hits at your G-Spot directly with the curve of his cock hitting upright, and brought you to orgasm within two minutes the first time meaning the quick fuck session of hike-up-your-dress-and-spread-your-legs-in-the-bathroom-before-returning-back-to-the-wedding is now a twenty minute scene of pure erotica with you completely naked and cumming over Michael’s cock again and again.

“God,” Michael groans, inhaling sharply as he begins to thrust in and out of you. “I’m not—”

“Ohhhhhh!” You clasp a hand over your mouth immediately, silencing out any more loud, filthy moans as you feel an intense spike of pleasure racking up in your body again.

“Pulling out, fuck,” Michael muffles out his own moans against the nape of your neck, beginning to pound inside of your pussy. "You feel so fucking good...!"

Your thighs tremble against Michael’s waist as you feel yet another orgasm beginning to approach, not to mention the fabric of Michael’s dress trousers brushing up against your swollen clit—stimulating it perfectly.

“Mmmm, yes, yes, yes!” You whine quietly, digging your nails into Michael’s shoulder. “F-fuck me, fuck me right there! Yes, like that! Like that!”

Just down the hallway and towards the private study, Sonny steps in from the side entrance unseen by the rest of the guests.

“For fuck’s sakes…” Sonny grumbles to himself, simply glad to get away from all the noise and stuffy crowds for a few minutes of peace to himself.

“Start thinking of baby names.” Michael pants, watching his cock slamming in and out of you at a sloppy, quick rhythm.

“I’m pregnant,” you let out a shaky moan knowing Michael’s cum inside of you twice alone in this bathroom session in the past twenty minutes. “P-pregnant, mmmmm! More, more, more!”

Sonny rakes a hand through his hair, tugging on his curls out of frustration and keeping his free hand casually in the pocket of his dress trousers.

Sonny makes his way up the spiral staircase, feeling his own frustration ease at the fact the sound outside is easily drowned out the further he gets inside.

“O-Oh my God!” You bite down on your lip, desperately trying to keep quiet while you ride out your orgasm over Michael’s cock, watching him relentlessly continue thrusting inside of you.

Heading to the restroom to clean up, Sonny can’t hear you or Michael from where he remains in the corridor; the only way anyone could hear anything without entering is if they leaned in towards the bathroom door.

With Michael nuzzling your neck and squeezing your breasts while letting spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum flowing into your pussy, neither you or him are aware that the nearest bathroom to Sonny is the one you two are in.

Whistling quietly under his breath, Sonny twists open the doorknob of the unlocked bathroom; the only one in the estate with an old, faulty lock that doesn’t click.

Then and there, Sonny takes one step inside of the bathroom only to freeze and see you and Michael to his right hand-side, propped up against the sink with you fully naked and with your thighs around Michael.

“Oh, shit.” Sonny’s eyes widen but he’s not just hit with shock and confusion; arousal rushes to him too at the sight.

“Fuck,” Michael mutters, avoiding looking at his brother. "Get out."

“Santino!” You squeal, tossing a towel at him only to catch Sonny grinning before he quickly closes the door behind him.

"Alright, alright, I'm leaving! I didn't see anything!" Sonny smirks, holding back his laughter.

“For the love of God…” Michael murmurs under his breath, waiting to hear Sonny leaving.

Sonny lets out a huff, staring down at the floor just outside of the bathroom—extremely flustered with himself at the view and unable to even think about how you and Michael must feel.

#godfather au #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone x reader smut #michael corleone x oc #michael corleone smut #smut prompts #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #godfather x reader #godfather smut #canon

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siodium · 1 year

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visited the itsy bitsy teenie weenie super mini thingy exhibition with rin2 yesterday~ i didn't even know that there was a miniature exhibition in sg until she showed me a tiktok of it. O: it was their second last day and i wasn't expecting a huge crowd bc it didn't seem to have gotten a lot of publicity bUT there were so many ppl in line trying to get in when we went at around 3 pm?? the gallery area was only a small room tho so the queue moved pretty quickly and we were inside in no time.

my favs were the coffeeshop diorama, tomato car and the mini pixel fastfood tvs!! everything was for sale but they were way over my budget so i could only appreciate them with my eyes.

kinda wanna get the linen/room mists from the wicker club. especially the fresh duck (refreshing) and sugar baby (very sweet, like candy) scents. clown moment when i confidently sprayed the samples onto my arm thinking they were perfumes bc i didn't think to read the descriptions first. 🤡

before we went to the exhibition, we had a lunch at madu the bakery cafe which was, very coincidentally, just two shophouses away from where the exhibition was being held. we wanted to take a bus over bc the sun was being a deadly laser but we couldn't get on the bus and the next one was going to be another 16++ min wait so we decided to walk instead. it wasn't a long walk over bUT tHE sUn....

it was lucky for us that a table for two just got vacated when we arrived at the cafe. super glad that the cafe provided unlimited refills of plain water at no extra cost but i did also order myself an iced lychee jasmine tea. mmmm rly needed that icy cold drink after being baked by the sun.

got their breakfast bun, kaya butter shio pan and muah chee roll cake to share!! the potato salad inside the breakfast bun had just the right amount of flavour. the egg was still runny and not completely cooked through, which was also a plus point. the shio pan wasn't salty but the texture was good and you can't go wrong with kaya butter!! we left it out for a while so it got a bit tough to bite through but still good!! finished off our meal with a sweet, fluffy, peanut-y muah chee roll cake. it's not bad but i think they should put more muah chee in it.

i had dinner at my grandma's house. it was my uncle and his family's last day in sg before they return back home to the US so my grandma prepared a feast!! got to eat durians yay!!

i also interacted with my baby cousins for the first time?? i did meet them a few weeks ago but we didn't talk... one of them kept staring at me. ngl i sCAREd. anyway, it turns out that they're actually rly cute. they wanted me to roast them but my brain was gone so i gave them a joe mama joke instead.

man,, i wonder when they'll be back to visit again. alternatively we could all go visit them in the US!! i wanna see what a big, multi-storeyed house looks like.

#log #irrelevant but i started reading crime and punishment for the memes #raskolnikov is so babygirl fr #i thought i was an overthinker but he's on another level 👺

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levi-lover · 4 years

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Say my name

Levi x fem!reader

W/C: 1935

T/W: Smut, 18+, Female Masturbation, slight choking

A/N: I’m going through a writer’s block #rip so I edited the first smut piece I wrote back in December. It’s not my best but hey we all gotta start somewhere!

You sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a book, entrenched into the words on the page. As the climax began to unravel, you swung your leg onto the chair and put your weight on your foot so you could lean closer to the table, closer to the book. Your body began to shake as you frantically read the pages, turning each furiously.

You noticed you had less than ten pages to go, you slid your body closer to the table causing the ball of your foot to press against your core. You let out a small sigh, surprised by the sudden arousal. No, not now. Let me finish the book! You ignored the feeling but you kept on pressing your weight to your foot. You finished the book in a rush and as you closed the spine of the book, you let out a small sigh and untangled your legs from underneath you.

“Wow,” you said out loud to the empty room. That was amazing, I can’t wait to tell Levi. After months of him pestering you to read the dang book, you finally read it. You hated to admit it but Levi was right, you did love it. You rolled your eyes at the thought of his stupid smug face tell you he told you were going to love it. Whatever at least I’ll have someone to talk about it with. Speaking of his stupid smug face, where is he? You looked over at the stove clock 4:23 it read.

He had left over an hour ago to get groceries. He was normally quick and efficient, never gone for more than 40 minutes. Maybe he got caught up in traffic? You leaned back in the chair remembering the pressure in your core, you pressed your legs together and began to rub them. You closed your eyes in relief, another sigh escaped your mouth. You sat on your leg again, using your foot to apply pressure to yourself. As your body moved against your foot, your core began to tingle, with your left hand you grabbed your lower back and pushed yourself further into your foot, a moan escaped your mouth. You wished it would be Levi’s hands squeezing your lower back, hips, and thighs as he laid under your body, you wished you could be feeling his cock growing hard underneath you.

“Fuck, where is that man? I need him.”

You walked down the hallway into your shared bedroom. You sat at the foot of the bed, throwing your body against the crisp sheets, your legs dangled off the bed. You kept your eyes closed as your hand reached to your crotch, your fingers gently rubbing the fabric, your hips began to move along with your fingers desperate to feel more but you kept a slow pace. Your right hand reached over to your left breast and you began to massage yourself, feeling your nipple slowly harden under your shirt. A moan escaped your lips as you began to rub harder against your core, you reached your hands under your leggings feeling yourself over your underwear. You imagined Levi was the one touching you, closing your eyes tight, you pictured him laying over you, moaning into your ear. Heat began to pour into your cheek. You pushed your underwear aside, using your middle finger you touched your entrance. You trailed your finger up your slit, pressed down on your clit. Starting to draw tiny circles around the bundle of nerves, you felt the pressure build inside of you. You pressed down and moaned out Levi’s name.

“Yes?” asked a deep voice from the doorway.

You rolled your head over and pulled the top of your body up. “Levi, you’re home!” Your hands still in your leggings, you smiled sheepishly at him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He chucked, “the lights were off. I assumed you were napping so I came in quietly. Tsk, looks like you were busy doing something else.”

Levi was leaning against the door, one eyebrow was up as he looked over at you with amusement on his face. You could tell he was trying not to laugh. You pulled your hands out of your pants.

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account, brat. Keep going” He walked over to you, the smell of pine and mint hitting your nose.

Fuck, I did a good job when I bought that cologne.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at you. His arms folded across his broad chest, his dark hair gently floating over his gray eyes. He put both arms on either side of your body as he leaned over, his legs spread over yours. You squirmed as you felt his breath near your face, you looked down overwhelmed by the heat coming off of your checks. He used his right hand to gently grab your face, his fingers were warm and firm. A sigh escaped your lips as he tilted your head up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. You saw the excitement and arousal in his eyes as he examined your face. He loved looking at you when you were like this, he loved knowing he was turning you on without even having to do anything to you. It made him feel powerful and it made him feel loved.

As much as he loved giving you pleasure, he also loved making you wait for it. He looked at your lips, they were parted as small, jagged breaths escaped from your chest. His cock began to press against his jeans as he looked over you. He wanted to fuck you so bad but he knew he had to wait.

He lowered his head and began to whisper into your ear, “are you gonna stop touching that pretty little pussy ‘cause I’m here, huh?”

You closed your eyes and moaned, you felt yourself getting wetter. You loved it when he talked dirty to you. He placed his hands on your neck and began choking you gently. He pushed you onto the bed.

“Go to the top of the bed. That’s an order”

You nodded and whispered, “yes, sir.”

You laid your head on your pillow and looked back to Levi, he was on his knees staring at you from the bottom of the bed.

“Take off your shirt.” You pulled off the shirt you were wearing and tossed it somewhere in the room. “Good girl. Pull down your leggings and only your leggings.”

You yanked down the fabric as Levi watching, smirking. You laid back, feeling the cool air of the room touch your naked body, goosebumps appeared on your stomach and thighs. Levi looked at you, waiting for you to make eye contact before he made his next order. He loved to look directly into your eyes during sex, he loved knowing you were fully present with him, that you needed him.

“Touch yourself but if you even dare to put a finger inside, you’ll get punished, okay?”

“Mmmm” you mumbled, as you began to rub yourself again, the pleasure from before quicking rising inside of you; knowing that Levi was watching you turned you on even more.

“Am I joke to you?”

“N-,o” you mustered out as your body began to tense, a coil starting to form inside of your stomach.

“Then answer me when I speak to you, got it, slut?” Levi’s voice became rough and dark, he wasn’t joking around.

“Y-yes, what do I do next?” you moaned.

“I want you to keep on rubbing yourself, do a good job for me.” You peaked over at Levi and who started to rub himself through his jeans. He was biting his bottom lips trying to hold in a moan. You arched your back at the beautiful sight.

“Start fucking yourself,” he ordered.

“Yes, Levi.” You start by putting in one finger and curl it into your body, slowly you insert one more, you could feel every inch of yourself. The noise of your wet cunt and moans filled the air. Levi let go of his moan and he began to unzip his jeans. Fuck, I love him so much. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on Levi’s moans.

“I want to hear you say my name.”

“Yes, Levi.” you took your fingers out of your entrance and ran them back up your slit, your back arched at your touch, this was good but it would feel so much better if it was Levi doing this to you. You started touching your clit again, circling around it, the coil getting tighter and tighter. From the bottom of the bed, you heard the sound of Levi’s hands on his cock, you bit your lip just thinking about it.

“I told you to say my name like the good girl you are”

You threw your head back and started shouting Levi’s name.“F-fuck, Levi.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Levi tossed his head back, he was holding his cock in his angular hands, stoking it up and down. He wanted to shove it inside of you, you were so wet and all he had to do was boss you around. He smiled at the thought of you fucking yourself to the memory of him.

“Mmm Levi, ‘m close.” You rotated between rubbing circles around your clit to pressing down on it, As the coil snapped, your back arched and pleasure flooded your body, your legs began to pulse. You looked over to see Levi’s face twisted in joy as his cock twitched in his hands and white strings of cum shot out from the tip. He looked at it with content before pulling off his t-shirt to clean off his hands. He glanced up at you and smirked, “that’s my good girl.”

You let out a sigh of relief and held your arms open, inviting him to come in. He chuckled before crawling his way to you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his toned arms around you. Levi placed small kisses on your skin, his hands caressed your waist with a feather-soft touch. You started trailing circles around his back. He loved when you touched him like this, so gentle and full of love.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“Tsk, I wasn’t even gone long.”

“Yeah, but you were gone longer than usual, it was pure pain!”

He laughed at your dramatic nature.

“I guess since you couldn’t keep my name out of your lips.”

“Fuck you.”

“I know you want to,” he retorted.

“Whatever, anyways what took you so long? I finished the book and I wanted to talk about it!”

“I see. That’s why you were moaning my name. I had to wait for them to stalk up on someone’s favorite brand of oat milk. But you liked it, huh? I knew you would.” You didn’t even have to look at face to see the smug expression he was making.

“Yeah, I did like it, so what? But wait you got me oat milk? Doesn’t that need to be refrigerated?” you asked. The both of you had been going at for a while now.

Levi jumped out of you arms and shouted, “fuck! I didn’t put the groceries away!”

“Haha, loser!”

“Shut up, Brat. Help me put them away and then I’ll actually fuck you.”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” You shouted like a soldier getting ready for battle. You put clean clothes on and raced him to the kitchen. When Levi said he was going to do something he would do it.

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kusagrasskusa · 3 years

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Michael Myers X Short! Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I wrote this story on Wattpad (@Red_scarfed_person) and decided to post it here lol. If you saw this on Wattpad and don't believe me, you can go to my page on Wattpad and see that in my Messages, I talk about having a Tumblr account and left my Tumblr username there :)

And rereading my old story scared me. If you're here expecting a violent, fearful story, please don't read this. This is full of the sarcasm someone who lacks sleep can muster.

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Ah yes. Y/N's favorite part of the day. Trying to cook. Was that sarcasm? Partially.

Y/N loved cooking; it was so satisfying to see people enjoy her food. But the part she hated was trying to reach the goDDAMN bowls and ingredients from the cabinets. Why did the construction workers have to put them 17 light years high?

Of course, it wasn't the construction workers' fault. It's just that Y/N is the size of a fifth grader. 4'6" tall. What makes it harder to live being so short? Living with someone who's 6'7."

You see, a while ago, there was a certain incident...

A tall male in a white mask and blue jumpsuit, brown hair and blue eyes, found himself in the home of another. He silently panted in his mask, in pain even if he wouldn't show it. Rolling up his sleeves and pulling up the bottom of his shirt, Michael started checking for severe wounds.

"Damn, you're hot..." Some short woman mumbled, turning on the kitchen light. Michael perked up, pulling his shirt back down and reaching for his knife.

"Oh, damn, wrong time to speak up? Sorry," Y/N said, not even knowing if she was being sarcastic in that sentence or not. Mainly since author-san doesn't know if their being sarcastic or not. Anyway--

Michael started walking towards her with the knife, not running since we all know that Michael can walk and still win Olympic runs. Y/N just grabbed a candy bar in her cabinet, opening it and taking a bit.

Michael was confused as hell. As a result, he stopped walking and lowered the knife. "So, you're not gonna kill me? That sucks since my dept is unbelievably high." Michael blinked quickly in confusion, thinking, then it might not be too high with short you are.

Y/N sighed, then gasped. "Oh wait! You're that boogeyman guy who everyone is scared of!" Y/N said with a small smile. She wasn't sadistic or anything, but she was sorta excited to see him.

Michael just stood there, not even knowing how to react for the first time in his life. Y/N then sighed again, throwing away the wrapper to the candy bar and shrugging. "If you decide to kill me later, stab my neck. It's very sensitive. Oh and my room is down the hall, to the left. And my couch is comfortable if you wanna sleep there."

And with those last words, Y/N walked to her room, closing the door behind her and getting it bed. Leaving a confused serial killer.

The next morning, Y/N yawned as she walked out of her bedroom and to the kitchen. Her kitchen and living room was one large room, the kitchen set to the right near the front door, and the living room on the other side of the room.

Between them is a hallway that leads to a bedroom and bathroom. It was a two story house. The top two floors had an office room, another bathroom, and a storage room.

Anyway, Y/N rubbed sleep from her eyes as she walked over to the stove and grabbing a pan. She also pulled out milk, pepper, salt and eggs and set them ok the counter. But now she needed a bowl to even put those in.

Michael heard noise from the kitchen which resulted in him waking up. He slowly sat up on the couch, turning to face Y/N. He got up and walked towards her.

"Why is this so high up," Y/N mumbled to herself as she tried to reach a bowl from a cabinet. She couldn't even reach the handle on the cabinet. Growling in frustration, Y/N gave into defeat.

But then comes Michael opening the cabinet for her, making her help and turn around. "W-Who the hell are you!" Y/N shrieked, blushing a bit. I mean, here she is, a tiny gal blocked in the corner of the kitchen by a tall, mascular guy.

Memories came flooding back and Y/N remembered who he was. "Ooooh, so you're that boogeyman guy? I remember now...wait... I let a damn serial killer into my house!?" Y/N shrieked again as Michael set down the bowl, turning on the stove.

As Y/N went through her epiphany, Michael actually started to cook. It wasn't until he was done did Y/N snap out of it. He set out two plates and cups, putting the scrambled eggs on them and filling the cups with F/D.

"W-Wait...so you aren't going to kill me? You're really gonna..." Y/N mumbled as Michael grabbed a nearby receipt and pen. He wrote down something, making Y/N shush and lean over at what he's writing.

"My name is Michael. I'm not planning on hurting you anytime soon. What is your name?" it read. Y/N was confused as hell now. Why would he spare her? What is so special about her? I should just be grateful, Y/N thought.

"I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N..." Y/N said, looking up at Michael. She blushed a bit, making eye contact. Michael grabbed a plate and cup and handed it to her, then grabbed his own and sat down at the small diner table. Well, way to go from one thing to another, Y/N thought as she sat down next to him.

As much as it confused her, Y/N still wasn't sure how she was still alive. But she was grateful she was, anyway. She always the tall male attractive, but never had feelings for him until recently.

Even if he'd refuse to get things for her that were high up, give her looks that just screamed out about her being short, and wrote down short on sticky notes and put them everywhere, she fell for him. What a lovely crush.

"Why the hell are the damn cabinets 17 light years high," Y/N growled as she climbed on the counter. Just as she was about to grab a bowl, she yelped when large arms wrapped around her an pulled her down carefully.

"Michael! Hey, let go!" Y/N yelled, trying to be serious despite how much she wanted to smile and laugh. Michael shook his head, hugging her tighter.

Despite how badly be wanted to tease her about her height, he kept quiet of course. He didn't just want a hug, either, he wanted to pull her down so she'd have to struggle to get back on the counter again. As said before, what a lovely crush.

Michael eventually pulled away, taking a couple steps back. Y/N looked over at him with a sour-sweet look, blushing a bit. She crossed her arms, "so, was that all you wanted?" Yeah, is that all you wanted, baka? ≧n≦

Michael shook his head, pointing to the bathroom. Y/N raised a brow. "What?" She asked, thinking for a moment. "You need a towel or something?" Michael then nodded.

Y/N smiled a bit, nodding. She walked to her room, Michael following until they reached the door. Grabbing a towel, Y/N walked back over to him and handed it. "It might be a bit small for a giant such as yourself, but here."

Michael nodded, then walked towards the bathroom and went inside. Y/N smiled a bit, thinking to herself about what he'd look like once he got out. It made her cheeks heat up and her heart beat a bit faster.

And about 15 minutes later, Y/N was back in the living room, watching TV. "C'mon, Saitama, beat the hell outta them..." Y/N mumbled under her breath, watching an intense fighting scene.

Y/N perked when she heard the bathroom door open and looked over. Long story short about that was happening in her mind: bad idea.

"MMMM-" Y/N screamed muffledly, having covered her mouth with a pillow that moment. Her face was red, blushing hard from the sight. The towel covered just enough on Michael to where nothing was shown, but he was h o t. Even the scars on him weren't seen as disturbing or anything.

Michael cocked his head, holding his clothes in his hands. He ignored Y/N's reaction to seeing him, since he only cared about his jumpsuit being cleaned. Of course he would act like that--

Y/N, already knowing what Michael wanted, slowly stood up and walked over. She was figitting, clearly still flustered as she grabbed his clothes. "I-I'll just, uh, go wash these..." She mumbled as she walked passed him quickly, to the washing machine and dryer.

Michael blinked a couple times, thinking about the hell he's supposed to where for the time being. Just the towel?

About five minutes passed, Michael was still waiting next to the bathroom for Y/N to come back. He just wanted something to c h a n g e i n t o.

Alas, the moment finally came. Y/N walked back out after almost crying to herself in the laundry room. Typing this out now made me realize I'm making it sound like Y/N was-- well, if you know, you know. But no, that wasn't happening. Our child, Y/N, was just flustered, ok? Yes, our child. I care about you so much reader and I love your OC even though idfk what they look like. They're a beautiful specimen. :):):):):):) Anyway, back to the story.

"H-Hey," Y/N stuttered as she walked out, waving as Michael. Michael, who kept his mask on by the way, just rolled his eyes from inside the mask, handing her a piece of paper. It said that he needed a change of clothes, to which Y/N just chuckled about. "I-I mean...Do you reallllyyy? Can't you just stick with that? You don't look too bad in it, heh heh."

Michael have her a dull look from under his mask, making Y/N sigh. "Fine, whatever. But let's be honest, I'm not gonna have anything that fits you. You should just stick with that," she said, shrugging and pretending to calm about seeing him like that. She was clearly in a flirty mood, which she sometimes gets like when she wants to annoy Michael.

He likes to out sticky notes everywhere with the word short on it, pull her off counters so she has a harder time getting stuff from cabinets, and put his hand above her head as if he was saying, "You're not tall enough to do ____." So it's only normal she would flirt to get him back. But mayyybe acting like that isn't a good decision on her part.

Michael sighed silently, grabbing Y/N"s wrist softly. "Wha--" Y/N cut herself off when Michael pulled her close, leaning down to get his face close to her's. Then, for the very first time in years, Michael spoke.

"Whatever makes you happier~" Michael whispered in her ear; his voice was low and husky. Y/N turned red immediately, incapable of even coming up with a response. Hold on- a tall, mysterious guy with a good figure pulled me close and now can speak, in a hot goddamn voice at that, Y/N thought.

Michael caressed her cheek, pulling away. Y/N had her mouth slightly parted, her eyes widened. "Yo...You can..." Y/N stuttered, not even able to come up with a sentence. So instead, she just nodded slowly, slowly walking into her room and gesturing for him to follow. Michael smiled proudly under his mask, following her.

Yes, what he did was small but Y/N was the kind of person to be a bit extra about these things. Of course it affected her. Anyway, about five minutes later, Y/N couldn't find anything for him to wear other than a large hoodie and very oversized sweatpants she got from a Plot Convenience Sale, which was kinda tight for him. But at least she had a use for the sweatpants, since that was kinda just in her closet.

Y/N took a deep breath once Michael was done changing, coming out of her room. Of course, she left the room when he got changed so don't think dirty, precious readers. Y/N looked over, smiling a bit with heated cheeks at Michael. The small moment from earlier was still bothering her.

"Does it fit?" she asked, raising a brow. Michael nodded, putting his hands in the hoodie pockets. "That's good," Y/N mumbled, staring at the ground awkwardly. A couple moments of silence later, Michael smiled from under his mask, taking it off while Y/N was too busy being lost in a daydream to notice.

"Thank you," Michael whispered as her kissed her forehead, making Y/N flinch. Because Michael appears to be as fast as light, he was already putting his mask on by the time Y/N looked up. Her face was red again, but even worse than before.

"M-Michael, did you just--" Michael was already walking away, brushing her off. "Hey, listen to me!" Y/N yelled as she caught up to him. Like hell that was going to be a one time thing, Y/N thought. I'm going to see his face eventually, she promised herself.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers #old story #horror movies #short reader #reader insert #x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Biggest Fan 2

Part 1

Warning: coercion, blackmail, porn, nonconsent sex, cheating

It was a long, silent walk back to the office. You rubbed your palm with your thumb as you struggled not to think of the feel of him in your hand. The hardness still barely concealed in his pressed pants.

He opened the door for you and you walked ahead of him. He followed you up the stairs and you felt his gaze on your ass, realising too late your mistake. As you reached your floor, you rushed over to your desk and he let you. He went to his office. It was as if nothing had even happened. As if your hand hadn’t been on his dick only fifteen minutes before.

You took a shuddery breath and logged in to your computer. Most of your work was transcription or shadowing Andy. Nothing overly complicated. Even so, you found it hard to concentrate on your work. You rubbed your forehead and leaned back in your chair. You glanced towards Andy’s office, his door was open, he was watching you, his pen pressed to his bottom lip. He tore his eyes from you and grabbed his phone.

You wanted to be sick. You drew your attention back to your screen and forced yourself to type. The buzz of your phone distracted you but you ignored it. It vibed again and you slid it out of your blazer pocket onto your desk. You positioned it just under your monitor and unlocked it.

‘Today. After work.’ The first text read and the second hovered above. ‘I can’t wait for the real thing’.

You swept away the bubbles and blinked at the computer screen. He was like a teenager. This man you’d looked up to, this man you’d admired for his professionalism, his veracity, were just like those boys in your program who tried to talk you into one of their stupid red cup parties. And he was married. The thought made you want to sob but you just forced down the bile and kept typing.

Though the morning had dragged by, the rest of the day seemed to fly. You looked at the clock and your phone lit up. Another message from him. You packed up your things before you dare to grab your cell and reluctantly looked at it. ‘Got a meeting with Canavan. Meet me at Joe’s down the block, 20 min.’

You looked over and found his office empty. You’d been so determined to ignore him, you hadn’t even noticed him leave. You grabbed your bag and headed out. Joe’s was a coffee place just down the block, you always grabbed Andy a small coffee when you got yours. Wait, had you led him on? With coffee?

No, no. He was a forty year old man and you were just a college student. This wasn’t your fault. Well, those were your pictures on the internet. You had put them there.

You barely recalled making your descent onto the street or hurrying down to the little cafe. You ordered a bottle of juice so you could sit in the corner. You picked at the unbroken seal and your leg shook nervously beneath the table. What were you doing? If you just ignored him, would he really send those pictures? Andy was a good guy… or so you thought.

You were startled as the table shifted and he sat across from you. He smoothed the front of his suit and smiled at you then looked around.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” He said. “Too close to work.”

“You can’t be serious about this?” You kept your voice low. “Andy, I--”

“Shhh,” He raised his hand. “Look, we don’t have time to waste.”

You stared at him and gulped.

“First thing, delete your account.” He said.

“What? I can’t-- That’s how I--”

“I told you. I’ll take care of you.” He interrupted. “Delete it. Now.”

“You’re married,” You whispered. “Why--”

“I know what I am. What I want.” He turned his hand down onto the table. “Ten seconds or I add your professor to the CC.”

“Goddamnit,” You bent and reached into your bag.

You sat up with your phone and keyed in the code. You opened the app and he took the phone before you could hit anything else. He placed it on the table between you and went to settings. You watched as he scrolled through the settings and finally found the option to delete. He accepted several warnings before everything just disappeared. He turned the phone back to you and slid it forward.

He stood and sighed as he checked his watch. “Alright. Laurie’s taken Jacob to his tournament so we should have some time. Let’s go.”

📚

Andy’s house was nice. Much nicer than your small apartment near the college. You felt out of place as he drove right into the garage and let you in through the side door. You hated that you were sneaking around. Hated that you were doing this at all.

You entered the kitchen and he turned to you. He took your bag and set it on the counter. You shuddered as you lifted your foot and he stopped you.

“Keep the shoes on,” He smiled. “I like ‘em.”

“Are you… sure about all this?” You lowered your foot slowly. “My account is gone, you made sure of it.”

“That’s not what this is about,” He grabbed your arm and wrenched you forward. He took your hand in his and pressed it to his crotch again. “Feel that. That’s what you do to me. Every fucking day.”

“Andy--”

He spun you and pushed you against the island. You saw a flowered notebook on the other side. That was probably hers, just like the man behind you. He leaned his weight against you as he gripped your waist and purred.

“I can’t help but think of you on my desk as I’m sitting on it but this will have to do,” His hand went to your ass and he slapped you hard. “Oh, fuck.”

His hands crawled up to your shoulders and he pulled your blazer off. He dropped it on the floor and reached around to unbutton your blouse. You grabbed his hand and he brushed you off.

“Don’t make this difficult, baby girl,” He warned. “Don’t tell me this isn’t what you wanted all along?” He tore your blouse open and forced it down your arms. “Posting those pictures.”

“Please--”

“Shhh, don’t want the neighbours to hear.” He flung your shirt. “They always are so fucking nosy.”

You hung your head as he unzipped the back of your skirt, pulling back to let it slip past your hips. It pooled on the tile and he stepped on it until you lifted your feet one at a time and he kicked it away. You regretted your ridiculous choice not to wear underwear. Well, it had been more a dare and earned you a smooth fifty on your paypal.

“Fuck.” He rubbed your ass as his other hand fought with his belt.

You smelled his woodsy cologne as his fumbling grew more frantic. You heard the soft metallic clink and his zipper as he pushed it down. He wiggled as he shoved his pants down. His hand went around to your stomach and he guided himself along your ass his foot between yours as he urged your legs apart.

You slapped your hands on the island as he dragged his swollen tip along your folds and found your entrance with a hum. He pushed inside you and jolted your hips into the edge of the counter, nuzzling his head into your neck as he leaned into you. His hot breath was wet against your skin as he forced himself to his limit.

“Shit,” You swore as you stretched around him.

“Mmmm,” He hummed and thrusted hard, lingering inside you as he basked in the feel. “God, you’re even better than I could have--” He rocked his hips again and choked. “Jesus.”

You scratched your nails against the marble island and pushed your head back against his shoulder as he moved his hips steadily, each tilt coming quicker than the last. You gritted your teeth as you tried to fight off your own arousal. Despite your reluctance, your core burned hot and you could hear how slick you were with each thrust.

He withdrew his hand from your stomach and grabbed your shoulders. He pushed you down until you were bent over the island and your feet left the floor. He held you down as his motion picked up and he slammed into you with dusky grunts. With each jolt of his hips, yours hit the marble and you held your breath to keep from moaning.

You closed your eyes and pressed your cheek to the cool counter. Your lips formed an O as you came quietly, covering your face with your arm. He crashed into you harder than before, you felt your juices spreading along the open v of his pants and the tails of his shirt. He gripped your hips and his thumbs dug into your flesh.

He pulled out of you sharply and swore as he spilled down your thigh, stroking himself along so that his tip rubbed his seed over your skin. Breathless, he spread his hand over your lower back then dragged it down to your ass and squeezed.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” He rasped.

He drew his hand and backed away. You slid off the island and your feet wobbled beneath you, your heels almost perilous as your legs buzzed. Andy leaned against the other counter as he wiped himself with a paper towel and put his cock away. He zipped up his pants and buckled his belt before tucking in his shirt and straightening his collar.

“Whew,” He took a breath. “Baby girl, that was worth every last penny.” He looked you up and down and bit his lip. “Better get dressed before the wife gets back.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #drabble #sequel #biggest fan #defending jacob

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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[ k i n k t o b e r ] d a y 12 - masterlist

↪ character: jumin han [mystic messenger]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, cam girl, videocall sex, mutual masturbation, porn with plot.

↪ a/n: the way i intended this to be short and turn out to be a full story lol. still, i really liked this and i can picture going back to this scenario again <3

Pop-up ads were Jumin Han’s worst nightmare.

No matter how many fancy antivirus the tech department installed on his laptop, he always managed to click somewhere he wasn’t supposed to and next thing he knew, there was a picture of an erect penis on his screen.

It usually didn’t irritate him as much, but that day he had to stay up working on a project and now he was stuck in a website he couldn’t close, no matter how many times he clicked the small “x”. He had called someone from the tech department and solicited a new laptop. It was going to take around thirty minutes for it to arrive. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked disgusted at his screen, where a blonde woman was playing with her breasts in front of the camera, that said “Live”.

Once again, he tried to close the window, but instead opened a new one instead, making him roll his eyes backwards in exasperation. When he looked at the screen again, he saw a young woman with long brown hair and big eyes looking at the screen with a small smile. It felt like she was looking right into her eyes, and he covered the camera on his laptop for a second just to make sure she wasn’t. She was wearing a white baby doll while kneeling on her bed, her bare thighs looking incredibly soft and alluring. She wasn’t touching herself but rather playing with her hair and giggling once in a while after looking at her screen. Jumin’s eyes darted to the right, where he saw comments from anonymous people appearing by the second.

As she read them, she propped up her thigh, making Jumin blush instantly. He couldn’t see her underwear, but the innocent way she had moved as if she hadn’t figured out she was showing more skin made his head spin.

His security guard knocking on his door made him come back to reality. His new laptop was probably back. Jumin quickly noted down the name of the user and the name of the website that had appeared in front of him before opening the door and taking his new laptop to finish up his work.

Watching her became a regular thing he did right before he went to bed. After a quick research he had understood what was the purpose with what the internet called cam girls, but the girl he had become so obsessed with didn’t meet all the criteria. For example, he hadn’t seen her naked once, every time she wore lingerie that covered from her breasts to her bottom. She usually just chatted with the people that left comments and sometimes would show off the clothes she was wearing. Jumin felt embarrassed at the tent that formed in his pants after she turned around to show off a cat lingerie that had a tail attached to it.

Two weeks after his discovery, he found himself again watching her. She was wearing a black lingerie set and was kneeling on her bed, a slightly distraught expression on her face.

“No, thankfully I’m okay,” she said, and her voice made Jumin’s heart flutter. “It just isn’t working anymore. A lot of smoke came out and I had to call a tow truck.”

He paid attention to the comments as they appeared and figured out it was about her car breaking down. She proceeded to explain how much she needed it to get to work and that she still didn’t have the money for it.

“So, if anyone can donate at least $5 I’d be really thankful,” she shrugged with a sheepish smile that didn’t match with the website he was watching her in.

For the first time ever, he moved his fingers to the keyboard and typed a message.

user18368: ‘How much does it take to fix your car?’

He watched her eyes go to her screen and read his comment.

“Oh, it’s about $2000. So yeah, I’m hoping I can get some here and then maybe sell some of my stuff, I don’t know,” she answered, fixing the strap on her bra.

The big golden ‘Donate’ button seemed to get bigger as he weighed his options. Jumin wasn’t an impulsive person, but seeing her sad face and the fact $2000 wasn’t a lot of money for him to begin with, he impulsively took out his credit card and filled out the form to send the money she needed.

The look of surprise on her face was enough for him to smile when she saw his donation appear on the screen. The cute way she covered her mouth with her hands as she bounced on the bed with glee was all Jumin needed to stop asking what the other people in the chat meant by calling him a ‘simp’. She thanked him, or well, she thanked user18368 for the donation and said she would call him later for his reward.

Reward?

Jumin’s eyes flickered to the stop of the screen where he saw the title of that day’s stream: ‘Emergency giveaway: 1 on 1 session! <3’.

Oh.

Not even five minutes after she finished the stream, he saw a small pop-up on the website that said ‘Sweetheart’ wanted to chat. Jumin swallowed thick and clicked on the ‘Accept’ button, not sure what he was doing. The girl appeared on his screen and waved at him, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face.

“Hey! Thanks again for the car money. I owe you my life,” she joked, bouncing a little on her bed. Jumin stayed silent. His camera and microphone were off, but she was still smiling at him, and unlike the previous times, she was smiling just at him. “Hey, you don’t have to turn on your camera if you’re uncomfortable, but maybe you could turn your mic on? I’m always nervous some kid got here and I’m corrupting a minor,” she explained with a giggle. Jumin pressed on the microphone button.

“Definitely not a child.”

The girl’s eyes widened a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks blushing at the same time. She bit her lip and then put on a smile again.

“Okay, what would you like to do? Would you like me to do something you like?”

“No,” Jumin answered quickly. “No, I-- I honestly didn’t know there was a prize behind this. I just wanted to send you the money you needed because I’ve been watching you for a while and I wanted to help out.”

“Oh, for how long?” she asked, curiously.

“A couple of weeks,” he said, embarrassed. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s totally okay,” she assured him, smiling again just the way he was starting to fall for. “I don’t really do a lot of shows in public, but sometimes I agree to do other… stuff in private sessions like this,” she said, playing with her hands.

“Like what?” he asked, intrigued.

“Like… well, sometimes I tell them what I would like someone to do to me. Sometimes I play with myself a bit,” she said, her fingers stroking the hem of her cleavage. Jumin felt himself getting hard at every move she made. “Or I watch them touch themselves. But if you don’t want to turn on your camera it’s really okay. I can tell you what to do.”

“What to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she hummed. “For example, I’d like you to lower your pants right now and touch yourself over your underwear. That is, if you’re wearing any,” she added with a cheeky smile.

Jumin looked at his locked bedroom door, not sure what to do. He had never been one to enjoy these kinds of situations, but there was something about her that drew him to oblige to her every word. She was waiting for him patiently, her innocent face a sharp contrast to what she was asking him to do. Still, he started touching himself over his pajama bottoms, his cock twitching at the attention.

“Mmmm, are you by any chance a little hard?” her voice rang, making him look at the screen again.

“Yeah,” he muttered. Jimin felt dirty, he felt like someone was going to catch him doing something indecorous, but he also couldn’t stop himself from complying to her orders.

“I always take that as a compliment,” she smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Can you touch yourself directly now?”

Jumin did as told, freeing his cock and starting to pump it. He let out a groan as he made contact with his erection and right when he was about to apologize, he saw her biting her lips.

“I like your voice,” she commented, playing with her black babydoll. Jumin kept pumping himself, feeling somewhat proud she was reacting to his voice as well. “Now, I don’t want any fast movements. Just slow, like this,” she said, moving her hand on the screen.

He imitated her hand movements with his own, imagining for a second she was there with him instead of behind a screen.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He wanted to go faster, but her hand was still moving slowly and he wouldn’t be the one to do anything but what she asked him to. He saw her biting his lip when he talked again.

“Okay. Now slowly circle your tip with your thumb. But softly, as if it was a small lick,” she winked. She waited for him to do as she said, his breathing becoming more ragged with every second that went by.

Jumin’s deep grunts were making her squirm on her seat. How could someone’s voice be that attractive? She wished he turned on his camera, but knew better than to pressure him to do so. Closing her eyes, her right hand travelled to her front, underneath her lingerie and started rubbing her clit. She let out a soft mewl, her middle finger drawing circles around her clit, making her see stars.

“Keep pumping yourself, a little faster now” she said, trying to ignore how much she was panting at her own ministrations. “But please, let me hear you more.”

With one hand, he brought his laptop closer to him, so she could listen to his voice better. Jumin was never one to do these things. He had been thought better, he knew the proper way to act with a lady, but… the way she was slightly bouncing on the bed as she touched herself had caused a short circuit inside his head.

“Keep going, keep going,” she whispered, a moan escaping her lips. She parted her legs and even if he couldn’t see anything, the sole sight of her hand rubbing against her while her face was contorted in pure pleasure was enough to send Jumin over the edge. He grunted as he did so, staining his stomach with his release, as his eyes were still glued on the screen.

She kept touching herself, the sound of Jumin’s orgasm obviously affecting her, as her back arched as she kept her hand moving rapidly.

A dark idea crossed Jumin’s mind as he saw her getting closer, an idea he might not have acted on unless he was sure she couldn’t see him, like in that moment.

“Keep going,” Jumin instructed her, his voice a bit hoarse as he was just coming back to his senses. She opened the eyes and looked at the screen, her cheeks bright red, and nodded. In a matter of seconds, she was orgasming in front of him, and Jumin thought he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. Even as she broke down, her face looked pristine, innocent, and the way she hadn’t even undressed herself or seen him for her to come undone was making his head spin.

She inhaled deeply as she tried to regulate her breathing, a shy smile as she looked at the front camera.

“Sorry, I-- Your voice is just… really hot,” she muttered, looking down at her hands.

“It's okay. You’re very enticing yourself,” he replied, wishing he was able to pull her on his lap and hold her close after sharing such a moment.

She thanked him again for the money and he shrugged it off. The little wave she did to him as she said goodbye stayed on his mind for the rest of the week.

---

It was like everyone he met knew what he had done one week ago. Jumin knew they didn’t, but that didn’t help from feeling stressed whenever someone looked at him for a second longer than needed. The girl with the long brown hair and big eyes was living on his mind, twisting and twirling the red strings he had there, only managing him to confuse him even more. He had avoided her stream the last few days, wanting to desintoxicate himself, but quickly learnt it wasn’t possible.

“We’re here,” Jaehee said, as Driver Kim stopped the car. It was supposed to be a short balance meeting after the last RFA party, and taking into consideration everyone’s schedules, they had agreed to meet at a cafe downtown. Jaehee had assured everyone the meeting shouldn’t be longer than half an hour, but that their presence was necessary as she needed everyone to sign some documentation for the donations.

When he entered the coffee shop with Jaehee, he saw Saeyoung, Zen and Yoosung were already there. After muttering ‘good afternoon’, she sat on his seat and watched idly as Saeyoung was teasing Yoosung over something he didn’t quite hear.

“Now that the CEO-in-line is here, we can finally order,” Zen said, rolling his eyes at him. Jumin ignored him, not having the energy to respond to that. The actor called over one of the waitressed, who quickly approached their table.

“Hi! Are you ready to order now?” she asked in a cheerful tone.

Jumin didn’t even have to look up to know whose voice he had just heard.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #jumin han x mc #jumin x mc #mysme jumin #mm jumin #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger imagines #mysme headcanons #mysme imagines #allie after hours

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years

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Unexpected - Jamie Oleksiak

Word Count: 3613

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, language, cooking (is that a warning hahaha)

Notes: You all better thank the anons that sent me love tonight, especially the one that called me a queen. Girl we are all Queens! But I love you so much you get this Jamie O story early!!! Happy Reading and thank you guys for hitting 500! Peace, Love and Hugs all!

When you met Jamie at a mutual friend’s house, it wasn’t surprising that he caught your eye. At six foot seven, the man literally drew attention just by walking through the door. Though his frame made him quite intimidating; it wasn’t until later in the evening that you learned how much of a gentle giant the man truly was. His eyes were kind and his smile sweet, a combination that set your heart racing. There was really only one answer to give him when he asked you out to dinner, and that was yes.

The two of you exchanged phone numbers; talking and texting over the next few days until both of your schedules finally coincided. As soon as you got home, you plugged in your curling wand to touch up a few curls and set to fixing your makeup. Making sure to put waterproof mascara on, as it had been raining all day long. The lights flickered but you paid it no mind as you continued getting ready for your date. You weren’t sure if the restaurant you were going to would be fancy or casual, so you kept your outfit simple. Wearing skin-tight black pants and pairing it with a burgundy long sleeve low cut peplum top. It showed just the right amount of cleavage. Satisfied with your look, you headed out to grab a pair of strappy black heels to top the outfit off.

That’s when you noticed the lightning flash through the windows. It was really coming down now. Wind pounding against the siding of your house. Thunder rumbled as the doorbell sounded, and you found yourself jumping in surprise. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to find Jamie, half soaked from his short walk from his car. You ushered him in without even saying hello, and promptly closed the door behind him.

“Hi there,” you finally managed to squeak out. “It’s really coming down out there.”

“Yeah, about that.” He ran his hands through his wet locks, his head bent low as he said. “I’m really sorry but our dinner reservations just got canceled. Apparently, a tree fell on the building or something.”

“Oh…no big deal, we can go anywhere.”

“It’s kind of a mess out there, maybe we should just reschedule.” You couldn’t mask the disappointment on your face. It wasn’t that you wanted to go out to some fancy restaurant, heck you would’ve been happy with McDonald’s. Spending time with Jamie is what you really wanted.

“I mean sure, we can do that if you want; or we could just make something here.”

The shy smile that played across his lips grew into an all-out grin. “I’d like that.”

“Ok then, dinner here it is. Here, let me take your coat.” Taking the wet garment you hung it up, then headed to the kitchen; Jamie following behind. “Umm…let me see. I’ve got some chicken here.” You dug deeper into the refrigerator searching for other ingredients to go with it. “Oh, do you like chicken alfredo?”

“Sounds delicious.”

“Great! I make a killer alfredo sauce.” Grabbing the remaining ingredients you set them on the counter, then went back to the fridge. Glancing in the crisper, you took out stuff for a salad to go along with your meal. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to ask if you wanted anything to drink. I’m a horrible host.”

Jamie chuckled, a sound you felt deep within you. “I’d say you’re doing a great job, considering this is the spur of the moment.” When you turned to look at him, you saw his eye taking in your appearance. “I haven’t been a very good date either since I forgot to mention how beautiful you look.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment, and you bit the corner of your bottom lip, a bad nervous habit you had. “Thank you.” You countered. “Aside from the wet head, you look pretty good yourself.” You set the vegetables aside, then turned back to Jamie. “So, about that drink? I’m thinking wine. I mean we are going Italian here.”

“Sounds perfect, what can I do to help?” Opening the cupboard you grabbed two glasses and a bottle of your favorite Cabernet, then handed the bottle off to him.

“For starters, you can open this, then I’ll get you started on making the salad.” While Jamie worked on uncorking the wine, you got out the pots and pans you needed to make the chicken alfredo. By the time you had chicken in the pan and went over to wash your hands, Jamie had the wine poured and handed you a glass.

“Here’s to the unexpected and everything that comes along with it.” It was an interesting toast, and you were hoping that only good things would come for the rest of the evening. You clinked your glass with his, both of you taking a generous sip; then you set the glass aside.

“Now let’s get cooking.” You went to hand him the container of greens when a loud crack of thunder scared you half to death and you dropped the container back on the counter as you practically jumped closer to Jamie. His hands came instinctively around you, and it took you a minute to regain your senses as you breathed in his clean manly scent. You felt his large hands rub soothing circles against your back. All you wanted to do was lean closer into him, but instead, you found yourself looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that thunder.”

“I’m not complaining.” He smiled down at you, and you felt your lips slide up in return. Slowly he leaned into you, as your heart started to beat a bit faster. That’s when you heard a pop in the pan.

“Shit!” You shifted out of his arms, to run over and flip the chicken. “I totally forgot about this.” He just laughed softly, some things had lousy timing. After the chicken interruption, the two of you continued making dinner. Jamie cutting up the salad, while you worked on the sauce. There was a stream of endless chatter as the two of you got to know each other better. He’d gently poke fun at something you would say, while you chirped him back about fighting on the ice all the time.

The water was boiling for the pasta when he came up behind you. “Dinner smells delicious.” He was so close, leaning over your shoulder, as you stirred the alfredo sauce. He bent down, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

“Would you like a taste?” Oh god, your cheeks flushed at the wording you’d just used, for you definitely weren’t thinking of the sauce at the moment.

“Sure.” You held the spoon up but gently blew on it before bringing it up to his lips. His hands slid around your waist as he drew himself closer for a taste, a movement that sent heat straight to your core. “Mmmm tastes even better than it smells.” Setting the spoon back down, you looked over your shoulder at him and noticed a small amount of sauce on his upper lip.

“You have some right…” You motioned to the spot but then decided to be bold. Moving your thumb up you brushed away the excess food, but when you went to move back, Jamie caught your wrist and drew your thumb into his mouth; swirling his tongue around it. Your knees went weak and your panties grew wet. The man hadn’t even kissed you yet, though if it was anything close to what he was doing now; you’d probably dissolve into a puddle. When he finally released the digit, his hand moved to cup your cheek, as his lips drew near. Eyes fluttering shut, you gave yourself over to Jamie. His lips were soft and gentle, just slowly caressing yours. He didn’t demand anything from you, just a melding of two people. He pulled back before deepening the kiss. You felt lightheaded, and just a bit dizzy, but all in the best way. He kept his hands around your waist, keeping you steady as you looked up into his smiling face. “That was nice.” You finally breathed out.

“Yeah, it was.” The grin that broke out on your face was infectious, as you could see the exact same one on Jamie.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of his embrace to finish up dinner. “Can you grab a couple of plates from that cupboard right there?” Taking the tongs, you picked out a piece of angel hair out of the boiling water to test it and see if it was done. It was perfect, so you tossed it into the colander and drained it. Jamie handed over the dishes and you artfully arranged the chicken alfredo and salad on it. Grabbing the wine, you and Jamie headed over to the table to finally start your first dinner date. “Bon appetit.” You said, raising your glass to Jamie’s.

He dug into the meal wholeheartedly. “Wow, this is amazing. You’re a really good cook.”

“Thanks.” You answered in between bites.

“This is so much better than when they make this for us before games.” He took another forkful.

“They cook for you all you guys before every game?”

“Yeah, both home and away, before or after practice as well; but nothing this good.” You weren’t a hundred percent sure he was telling the truth, yet it was still nice to hear. “So do you cook like this every night for yourself?”

“Well, not every night, but most. I actually like to bake more than cook.”

“Really? So, what are the chances I can get you to bake for me?” His cute little smirk came back out then and you felt yourself melt just a bit more.

“I’m sure it can be arranged.” The conversation went back and forth like that all through dinner. It was so easy to talk to Jamie, and while he initially came off as shy; once he seemed comfortable the conversation came easy. The storm continued on outside, and you suspected with the amount of rain coming down there would definitely be areas of flooding. The lights flickered a few times, before suddenly going out when a particularly loud bang of thunder and lightning hit. “Crap looks like we should’ve lit these candles.” You could barely make out the outline of Jamie’s tall frame, but then the lightning would strike again and it would illuminate his face. “Hold on and I’ll grab some more.” Carefully you made your way over to your purse and took out your phone, turning on the flashlight, so that you could get the matches from the kitchen. The soft candlelight gave the room an intimate glow, and so you lit some of the others you had strewn around the house. “There much better.” Since you’d both finished your meal and had just been sitting there chatting, you suggested the two of you move to the living room.

Jamie grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled both of your glasses before sitting down on the sofa. Instead of taking the seat on the opposite end of the couch away from Jamie, you decided to sit next to him, both of your knees tucked up underneath you. His arm rested across the back of the sofa and you felt him take one of your loose curls and twist it in his fingers, before saying. “You know, I think this has been a better first date, then what I originally planned.”

You smiled. “I think you’re right.” His hand moved to softly knead your neck, the touch gently coaxing you closer to his body. His free hand grabbed your wine glass and moved it to the end table, then reached over and cupped your cheek. You felt yourself lean into him, in anticipation of the kiss to come.

He was so close, as his eyes moved from your gaze to your mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” He softly whispered, before his lips gently caressed yours. His hand at the back of your neck pressed you slightly forward and your hands moved to his chest, as you opened for him. His tongue swept in, stroking against yours, eliciting a moan from you. Each of you learning what the other liked as the kiss continued. Desire pool within you, and you found yourself wanting more. He slowly pulled away, and you whimpered from the loss of contact. His breathing was harsh, as he pushed your hair to the side to rain soft little kisses to your now exposed neck. “So sweet.” He murmured.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your lips when he hit a particular spot on you. Your hands threaded through his hair and he gently nipped at your skin, before returning to explore your mouth again. A low growl escaped him when you deepened the kiss. The kiss was needy, tongues swirling and seeking more from each other. His large hands roamed up and down your back, until they lightly caressed your sides, just barely touching the outside of your breasts. You moaned into his mouth, the sound primal and wanting. Finally, he cupped your breast through your shirt, running his thumb back and forth over your nipple. The action causing the dampness in your panties to become wetter.

You pulled back from the kiss, in order to catch your breath, though Jamie continued his assault on your nipples. Tossing your head back you moaned again in pleasure. His hands left you then, moving to the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” he asked.

You hummed your agreement and raised your hands to assist him. His gaze took you in, and you could see the lust in his eyes. It spurred you on, and you moved to straddle him. Jamie placed his hands on your hips to help lift you onto him. You could feel his hard length through his pants and you were half embarrassed that he would feel how wet you truly were. All thoughts left your brain though when his mouth latched on to your nipple through the lace of your bra. Your hips rocked forward, feeling him hot and hard beneath you. Jamie growled, deep and low from his chest, as you tested the waters again by rocking gently into him. He slid your bra strap halfway down your arm, before taking your breast out and suckling on the nipple. Your hips start to move of their own accord, and vaguely you realize dry humping him before he stilled you with a hand on your hip. “Easy babe.” He tenderly breathed out.

He went back to kissing your mouth, this time at a slower pace. His tongue taking its time, just languidly swirling with yours, as he pressed your chest closer to his. His long fingers, traced down your spine, leaving your body covered in goosebumps, as he removed your lace bra. He was stoking a fire in your body and you wanted more. You unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his warm flesh. His muscles were hard, beneath your fingertips; and when he deepened the kiss, your nails dug into his skin.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that. His mouth molded to yours, unhurriedly kissing you in the soft candlelight. After an endless assault on your lips, his hands finally trailed down to your hips, where he slowly rocked them into his. You weren’t sure who moaned first, you or Jamie. Pulling back from his lips, you rained kisses all over his neck and chest, and he picked up speed. Moans filled the air, and before you knew what was happening, he lifted you off him and laid you back against the sofa. His large body loomed over you, and you licked your lips in anticipation. “Damn (Y/N), when you do that…” He blew out a breath. Your fingers hooked around the loop of his pants and you pulled him closer to you, that smirk that did unholy things to you returned to his face. There was nothing else you could do but kiss him.

His hands trailed over your body, as his large palm cupping your sex. A blush stained your cheeks, as you knew he could feel your wetness through the fabric of both your pants and panties. The heel of his hand, pressed down on your mound, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. “Mmm…Jamie.” Reaching up, you pushed his shirt off to caress his body; nails raking down his chest as he continued to rub your pussy.

He lifted his palm off you, only to move his hand to your waistband. His eyes looked at you questioningly before proceeding any further. You nodded your head for him to continue, and he wasted no time undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. You lifted your hips for him to shimmy your pants down. His heated gaze trailed down your body to your black lace thong. “Mmmm pretty. Did you wear this for me?” His fingers traced the outline of the lace, making you squirm underneath him.

On a breathy sigh, you tried to play coy by answering, “Maybe.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Only a maybe?” He trailed one finger over your clit down your slit, and when he heard your sharp intake of breath, he said. “If it’s only a maybe, then maybe we should stop.”

He let his finger circle your clit a couple times, then took his hand away. “Don’t stop Jamie. Please.”

“Please what (Y/N)? I need to know what you want.”

“I want you to touch me, Jamie, please.” There was neediness to your voice and you didn’t care.

“So, did you wear this for me? Were you hoping I’d see them and want to rip them off you?” Your hips bucked up and you moaned out a breathy yes. “Because I do (Y/N), I just want to tear them off and put my mouth on your sweet little pussy.” He hooked a finger, under the waistband and dipped it between your folds. “So wet.” You arched your back into the touch, as he took his now soaked finger and circled your clit. You were panting now, aching for more. “Lift up babe.” You did as commanded and were rewarded as he slid your panties off of you.

Trailing his hands, along the inside of your thighs, Jamie worked his way up to your core. He blew a breath on you, and your hips bucked. His strong arm came to rest across your midsection to hold you still, as his tongue flicked your clit. “Oh god, yes” you moaned out. It felt like you were on fire and his tongue had only touched you once. He licked again, the act making your body tingle all over. When his mouth latched on to your clit and he began to suck, you felt your orgasm start to build. Never in your life had you been this close to the edge this soon and if he hadn’t been holding you down, you were pretty sure you would’ve fallen off the cliff already. He continued to lap at your clit when you felt his finger slip between your folds and enter you. You gasped, inhaling sharply as pleasure course through you. “Oooohhh”

He started to pump his finger in and out of you. Your hips rising as much as they could with his arm stretched across you. “That’s it (Y/N)…” He breathed out. “Cum for me baby.” When his finger made a come here motion, that was all you needed. Sensations of pure bliss took hold of your body and your pussy spasmed all around his finger. You didn’t recognize the noises that came out of your mouth as you screamed out your pleasure. Jamie slow licks continued through your orgasm until you finally collapsed back on the couch; then he slowly climbed up your body. Bringing his face to yours, you kissed him, tasting your essence on his lips.

You skated your hands down his body, to his fly and undid the button there. Reaching down you felt his cock harden at your touch, and Jamie sucked in a breath through his teeth. As you stroked him you realized that he was a large man in every sense of the word. For a minute, you were nervous about his size; but then he kissed you again and all the nerves left. You pushed his pants and boxers off him and his cock sprang free. It felt hot and heavy in your hand as you stroked it a few times until his hand grabbed your wrist to stop you. “I don’t know if we…” His voice trailed off.

The electric came back on then, lighting up the room with a million watts of power. The two of you both squinted from all the light. You took the moment to resume stroking Jamie. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His tone serious and respectful, and you knew if you told him to stop he would.

“Jamie, I want this…I want you.”

“Then maybe we should move this into the bedroom.” It was the perfect suggestion and you nodded your agreement. He lifted off your body, extending his hand to help you up.

You quickly blew out the candles, before grabbing his hand and leading him back the hallway. “You know, this has been the best first date I’ve ever had.”

He kissed you hard as you crossed over the threshold of your bedroom. “It’s not over yet babe.”

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kinky-slutty-transman · 3 years

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Here is what I have so far in my first smut fanfiction from once upon a time mother cora and daughter regina. Cora is also the queen of hearts and mean and vindictive and manipulative. Regina is also evil queen, but has changed her ways. Henry is Regina adopted son.

I'd love some feedback on it

I grabbed my romcom and settled in on the couch. It was quiet in the giant house. The only noise came from the grandfather clock in the hallway. It donged and chirped alerting to the half hour mark. I yawned and tried to focus my eyes on the page. It was late. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. Who was ringing at this hour of night? I really didn’t feel like getting up to get it so I just let it be. It kept on ringing and ringing. Could it be emma or Henry or both? They liked to keep ringing the doorbell till I came to the door just to annoy you as much as possible. I decided to get up and check.

When I opened the door my mouth gaped. It wasn’t emma or henry, far from it. It was Cora. My mother. She smiled at me and her eyes flashed in the porch light. Her dark brown eyes that pulled you in. She was wearing a jumpsuit of some sort a dark green color and red lipstick. She had on leather gloves to match her jumpsuit and her hair was done in a fancy bun.

“Hello my daughter” She said. “Are we going to stand her all day?” She asked. She didn’t wait for a reply just walked in. She walked in and trotted over to the living room and sat down. I sat down on the couch.

“What do you want?” I asked with suspision and aprehention.

“What I cant just pop in and visit my own daughter see how shes doing” She smiled at me. Cora always had an agenda.

“You have any coffee or tea around here?” She asked. Cora didn’t wait for me to answer. Cora waved her hand in front of the coffee table and a whole tray appeared with coffee and tea, sugar and milk.

I had always despised when Cora used magic when I was younger. She knew that and never forgot it. She liked to show she was on top and in charge. I could feel the frustration starting to slowly burn in me. Yet there was a part of me that was happy to see her that actually missed her. I hadn’t seen her in years. I had told myself I would never see her again because I knew if I let her stay things wouldn’t end well and she would have her way with me. I guess I always wanted her love and approval and she knew it.

Cora poured herself a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly. She leaned back in her chair and smiled down at her cup.

“So Regina, tell me what have you been up to? Where is Henry?” She asked.

“Henry is somewhere, I wont say where I dont want you messing him up like you did me” the frustration started to win over my happiness. Memories of a childhood where Cora had played with my emotions and used me flooded in the front of my mind.

“Who says I messed you up darling. I was only loving you like a good mother should” I grinded my teeth at that. She loved me in a way mothers never should. Cora put down her coffee cup on the table and sat down next to me on the couch. She cupped my head in her hands and stroaked my hair. She looked into my eyes

“I never meant to mess you up Regina and I’m sorry if I did. I just love you so much and I want whats best for you” She tilted her head slightly and kissed me. I fell into the kiss and opened my mouth to her toung. She inserted her toung and I sucked on it slightly. I missed my mothers love. I didn’t miss this but I missed my mother caring for me and being a mother. I shouldn’t have let her get to me. I tried to pull away but she pushed me down onto the couch and got on top. After a while she pulled her mouth off mine.

“Mommy….” I breathed heavily. Every time I was with her I resorted back to that childlike state wanting her approval and loving so bad after all the times she was so mean and all the times she was emotionally distant. Her hand went in my pants and a finger ever so slightly grazed my clit but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine and a moan to escape my lips. Cora smirked.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes mommy” I nodded. My hand went out and into her jumpsuit carressing her breasts. She pulled her top down and let out her breast. With my mouth I latched onto her nipple and started sucking.

“mmmm Thats it! That’s my good girl” Cora said. I smiled when she called me her good girl. She rarely if ever said that. Cora’s fingers went into my pussy and i gasped and moaned. she moved her fingers in and out rythmcally. My hips thrusted matching her rythm. Pretty soon I was getting close.

“I can feel it you are close. Tell me who you belong to?”

“Yo...o...u..mommy….” I stammered inbetween labored breaths and moans. I could feel my whole body getting warmer sweat dripping. My whole body shook as I came hard against Cora’s fingers. My legs shaked and I moaned hard. As I came down from my orgasm, Cora kissed me. I felt drained and exhausted. I closed my eyes.

“Thats it baby just go to sleep mommys got you” I fell asleep in my mothers arms.

* * * * * * * * *

I woke up slowy and streached my arms. I had a blianket around me and I was still laying on the couch. Across the room Cora sat wearing her hair down flowing past her shoulders and wearing a red bathrobe. She had her legs crossed revealing her long smooth legs.

“Good morning” She said looking up from her cup of coffee and book she was reading. “You slept well” Cora winked at me. The light was shining brightly in through the window and it illuminated Coras face and her sharp features. Her high cheekbones and long nose yet rounded face with baby smooth skin. Magic will get you that. I sat up groggily. Was this really happening? No way Cora was here in my living room so casual. I couldn’t have let that happen. Then I remembered I did let it happen. I couldn’t resist my mother and her touch and her praises. I can’t do this again I can’t go on with this. It will just be like when I was young going down the same cycles: get hurt by my mother by my mean nasty mother, then soothed and loved and made to feel special then hurt again.

“Mother you must go and leave now. What happened last night shouldn’t have happened. I should have never let you play me” I said sternly. Yet Cora made no motion to leave. She stayed sitting contently and sipped her coffee. She laughed a little.

“Oh contrair Regina my sweet daughter I did not play you I felt it last night and you did too. You enjoyed it.” She got up and walked over and sat next to me. Cora put a hand on my thigh. I felt a warmpth develop in my stomach and a tingling sensation in my nether regions as she slid her hand up farther to rest on my inner thigh.

“I know you’ve missed this so much. I know I have. I’ve changed. It’ll be different, nothing like when you were younger.” she grazed my pussy through my pants with her hand. I closed my eyes and shuttered. Cora pulled up her hand and grased her thumb on my lips. I opened my mouth and took the tip of her thumb in my mouth. She pulled the thumb out and slid it down my lip and chin. I opened my eyes and she smirked at me. Cora got up off the couch and upstairs to get dressed. I couldn’t believe Cora had made me feel like that. Had made me feel so good. I should be cutting her out and making sure she left. Nothing good came of this relationship. Maybe the words Cora said were true. Maybe she has changed and it will be nothing like when I was young. It was hard to believe though, but I wanted my mother, I always dreamed of having my mother be there for me, doing normal mom stuff with her. Maybe this was time to change that.

I was feeling hungry so I went into the kitchen and started making some pancakes and bacon. I could hear Cora come in and she hugged me from behind pressing into me. “You are really cooking that? You know you could just use magic”

“Much more satisfying this way”

“You could live much easier with it” She said. I had always hated magic ever since I was young. I associated it with everything bad that happened in the family. I pulled away from Cora and put the food on the plates.

We sat down at the table and ate our breakfast.

“Mmm these are so good!” Cora said in between bites of pancake. “No wonder you don’t use magic to cook with” Hearing praise coming from her mother made me smile. Cora rarely ever praised me.

“Thank you mother” I said. During breakfast we had a lovely conversation. Cora asked about me, how I was doing and what I had been up to. I shared that I was still the mayor of this town storybrook but with a much fairer and just way. I had lifted the curse on the town and let people live freely. Cora was glad to hear about that. She asked about Henry but I dodged that question. I didn’t want her to put a hand on Henry, not till I was sure she had really changed.

After breakfast we had a lovely day and even went out for a stroll. On our walk we ate ice cream on the bench in the park overlooking the sea. It was so nice to sit there with Cora have pleasant conversations and just enjoy each others company. We stayed out almost all day, and then came home and had some of Granny’s Diner Food at home.

“This food is so good. Very homemade. Never could you get such good food with magic. Maybe you should teach me how to cook” Cora asking me to teach her something. That was a first. I said that I would be delighted to. After dinner we ended up watching some tv. I was still pretty tired so I turned in early.

In my room I sat in my bed and thought. The day had been so nice, and it seemed like Cora was turning over a new leaf. Maybe she has changed like she said she has. Yet there was a part of my brain the nagging part that said don’t trust it its only been one day look what happened last night. Yes what had happened last night. It shouldn’t have happened. I should have fought back harder and resisted, demanded Cora go home then and there. Her touch, I hadn’t felt anyone touch me in years. I shouldn’t have felt the wetness I did when Cora touched me, touched my sex like she did. Sucking her breast feeling the hard nipple in my mouth, now I was just remembering what happened last night. I found that my hand was in my pants and I was softly rubbing my clit. I let my feelings of arousal take over for a moment as I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan.

“Mommy….” after that I heard a voice. It made me opened my eyes and my brain jolted back to the moment. There in the doorway was Cora. She was leaning against the door frame.

“What are you doing?” She asked. I hadn’t realised that I had spoken out loud.

“Nnn.nn..nothing” I stammered. I felt immediately guilty, and removed my hand at once from inside my pants. I felt like a little kid being caught by Cora again, and bracing myself for the punishment.. Cora walked over sat on the edge of the bed.

“You called Mommy. You think about me often?” She smirked and lifted my shirt up moving her hand down my stomach. It gave me a warm feeling all through my body and I felt my pussy aching.

“We musn’t mother please don’t do this” I put my hand on her wrist and tried to turn my body away from hers. She grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. I was struggling not only because I didn’t want it but because I knew that’s what Cora liked. My need to be touched to be loved by my own mother again after all these years. I gave in to my need to submit, to please, and please my own mother and stopped fighting it.

“I liked it better when you call me mommy” She said in my ear and she bit on it softly. My body arched backwards I was starved for touch, for love, to feel needed. My mother pressed against me. I could feel a bulge in her pants. I took my hand and touched it.

“Mommy is that?….” I asked half knowing, half not wanting to know.

“Yes it is darling.” She said. She had used magic to give herself a dick. She pulled down her pants and I could see it throbbing, bobbing up and down. A thick vein ran down the shaft. She had given herself a really nice one. Momentary terror flodded me as I remembered when she had last used one on me. It was on my 18th birthday back when she was queen of the magical land and we lived not in the real world but in the fairytale land. I had never taken one before, and mother wasn’t very gentil.

It was my 18th birthday today. We had had a grand celebration in the castle, inviting everybody from far and wide. Of course Cora had to make herself the center of the attention, being the queen it wasn’t hard but she made sure I knew it, stealing the spotlight from me. I had sat back and watched, half bored. It was mostly a party for herself. When the party was over I was so relieved to go back to my room and be by myself. But Mother had other plans. I hoped she hadn’t figured out about the stable boy Daniel and I. She would be furious and likely kill me. She always said I belonged only to her, something that I hated. I stood there in the bedroom, in front of the chair where she sat. My hands started to sweat a little.

“Yes mother, you called me?” I asked timidly. Cora was wearing a floor length elegant red dress and long white gloves that reached to her elbows.

“Yes my daughter. I have something for you a present of sorts.” She smirked at that. She waved her hand and I was laying on the bed naked. I hated when she used magic like that. She stood up and slowly took off her dress making sure to caress every curve and part of her body. I wasn’t ready for the part of her body in between her legs. It was a very thick cock and balls. It was long and already hard. I was scared. I had never taken one before.

“Yes I gave myself a cock. This is your present. It is your 18th birthday and soon you will have to find a husband, you are a princess, and need to be experienced. With having a husband you have to know how to please him. That’s all men really want if you please him right then you win his heart.” I gulped a little my throat dry.

“Please don’t! mother please! I’ll do anything please!” I begged. I knew that my begging and protesting was falling on deaf ears though. Mother always did what she wanted and got what she wanted. The next second she was right next to me, a hand on my neck. It felt painful but I could also feel myself getting a little wet. I tried to shrink my body inwards will myself to not feel this way. Her cock was now inches from my face the tip leaking precum. She let go of my neck. Now suck it baby take the tip in your mouth. She shoved the tip at my lips. I tried to keep them closed to turn my head but I couldn’t. My head was bound in place by magic and my mouth opened because of magic too. I took the tip in my mouth and sucked it swirling my toung around it. Cora moaned. I went further down on the cock. It was certainly bigger than Daniel but tasted so much better. I moved my mouth down further. Cora looked at me. She looked at me with knowing eyes. She shoved the whole thing down my throat.

“You are good at this. Who have you been seeing behind my back? Answer me!” I gagged around her cock and she pulled off. I gasped for air, my lungs desperately sucking up all the air it could get.

“I said answer me! I told you you belong to me and no one else! Who have you been seeing?!” I could see the fire behind her eyes. I didn’t want her to hurt Daniel. I couldn’t tell her who it was. Daniel was the only person I had been with besides mother. She smacked my breasts hard and twisted my hard nipples.

“Tell me who it is, or” She took a finger and ever so slightly rubbed my clit. “You dont get any of mommy tonight” As much as I didn’t want mother to hurt me, and wanted mother my body betrayed me. I wanted so much to please mother to give her what she wanted. I let out a y gasp and arched my back. Cora laughed a little.

“So desperate for me, are you” She said. I pressed her finger down harder on my clit. Cora drew back her hand.

“Not so fast, tell me who it is first” I didn’t want to give up Daniel but my body needed this needed mothers love. This was the only time I ever got any loving from mother.

“Daniel..” I said at last in a whisper.

“The stable boy!” Cora said in disbelief. “He is beneath you you are a princess, don’t ruin the family like that.” She said. “Tell me what did you do with him? Just suck him” Cora took her cock and put the tip in me. “Did he do this to you?” She said thrusting it all the way in me. I screamed in pain as she entered me and broke my sex for the first time.

“No he didn’t. I’m glad. I get to break you in, make you ready for a husband. A real royal not a pathetic stable boy.” She thrusted inside me. I groaned from the pain but it got mixed with pleasure. Cora rubbed my clit and my body betrayed me cumming hard against her cock.

The next day I woke up and I was so sore. Mother said she had something to help. I went into the bathroom and I saw a bubble bath drawn. Mother came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and nusled her head into my neck kissing it. That gave me shivers down my back. I turned my head to the side on reflex. A little moan escaped my lips.

“I think a nice bubble bath will help sooth the aches.” The bath did seem really nice right about now. I pulled away from Cora. I shouldn’t be drawn back into her. Before I could take another step Cora used her magic and I was naked. I hated when Cora did that. She took my hand and lead me to the bath. I stepped in and sank in. All my muscles were relieved, and I could feel them relaxing.

“Ok mother let me take my bath now” I said hoping maybe she would actually leave. To my suprise she actually got up and started to leave.

“Have a nice bath honey I’ll just be reading downstairs” And she kissed me and grased her finger around my tits and then left. Her touch lingered on me and as much as I hated to admit it I wanted more. Her teasing was getting to me. I tried to close my eyes and think about something else. To think about something other than Cora. Yet I was pulled into another memory. Memories of baths like this one that Cora would draw for me when it was my time of the month. I sank back into the memory of the first time, and the first time she ever touched me.

I had gotten done riding my new horse and put him away in the stable. I leasurly made my way inside taking my time to admire the scenery and the flowers. The birds chirrped in the trees and the flowers and grass swayed in the wind. It had felt so good to finally have a horse of my own. I took my time dreading going back to the castle. I’m sure mother would find something to punish me for like she always does. As I walked back into the castle I felt a wetness down there. It was a huge wetness, and my underwear were so wet. I ran into the bathroom and pulled down my pants. It was blood. I was shocked and scared. Why was I bleeding down there? Did I hit myself while riding the horse. I tried to wipe it away but that did no good. I decided to walk up and ask my mother. I walked along the castle hallways fast, making my way down to her bedroom. I opened it and there she was taking a nap. I knew I mustnt bother her but this was important.

“Mother! Help! I’m bleeding!” I said as I stood there in the doorway. Cora shot up out of bed and rushed over to me.

“You are bleeding? Where?!” She asked concern on her face. My face turned bright red. I didn’t want to say. I just stood there.

“Where?” She started to pull up my sleeves to look at me. When I didn’t say anything she finally put together why I wasn’t saying.

“You are bleeding down there aren’t you?” I just nodded. She hugged me and pulled me close. She then pulled away and put her hands around my shoulders.

“Why?” I said timmidly.

“You are becoming a woman now” She said. My stomach started to hurt badly. I guess I hadn’t noticed it till now.

“My stomach hurts badly” I said.

“It’s just cramps. It comes with it. They will go away eventually” Cora stood there thinking. Finally she said “I know what will make you feel better! How about a nice hot bath” She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. She drew the bath.

“You have to take off your clothes to get in th bath” She said. I didn’t want to take of my clothes in front of her. I was embarrassed. My face got red again.

“Not like I haven’t seen it before” Cora said and laughed a little. She helped me take off my clothes reluctant as I was. I could feel her hands lingering near my breasts, my very small just starting to grow breasts. Her hands then lingered down over my inner thigh as she slowly took off my pants and underwear. When I was completely undressed I got in the bath. It felt so good, my aches and cramps felt much better.

“That feels much better mother” I said.

“Let me help wash you” She said. I started to protest saying I was grown enough to do it myself but stopped myself. There was no arguing with Cora, not unless you wanted to face her wrath. She took the soap and rubbed it up my arms and down my shoulders. She rubbed it down my neck and then on my chest. Her hands rubbed on my breasts. It felt good but wrong too.

“Mother what are you doing? That feels wrong” I said trying to move away.

“It’s ok baby mommy just trying to wash you and help you. You are becoming such a good young woman” She stared me up and down. Her touch lingered further down and crept up my thighs. I could feel myself get wet down there but a different sort of wet I hadn’t felt before. My body shivered and I closed my eyes. I could feel her fingers slowly touch me down there. I froze. This cannot be happening. She is my own mother.

“Mother! What are you doing? Please stop this is wrong!” I said.

“Shhh! Honey its ok this will help your cramps feel better and you are a woman now must feel the pleasures.” She stuck her finger in me and my body tensed up.

“Oh you are already wet” She smirked at me. “You like this” She said. She kissed me and I opened my mouth and let her toung in. I moaned a little. No I couldn’t be liking this its wrong.

“Its ok honey I love you and this is what women do with each other. Now that you are a woman we can do this with each other. I’m just your mother.” She soothed me. She had said I love you. I hadn’t heard that from her in a long time. Plus this was better than getting punished and feeling her wrath. I relaxed as she put another finger in stretching my tight pussy open. I moaned as she thrust back and forth with her fingers. My pussy felt so full. I could feel myself on edge bulding up.

Cora got in the bath. She got in the bath and pushed me up so I was standing. She moved her head closer to my pussy. I could feel her breath on my pussy and I closed my eyes. She took my clit in her mouth and gently sucked. It sent me into over drive and my legs tensed up. I moaned leaning my head back. Her fingers worked inside me as she sucked my clit. I could feel myself get on edge and then I felt the feeling overwhelm me and my heart raced faster and faster.

“Say it say how much you love mommys touch”

“I love mommys touch OHHHH” I moaned. Cora stopped and pulled out her fingers and came up and kissed me. She stuck her fingers coated in my blood in her mouth and sucked them.

“You taste so good mmm” She moaned.

“That felt good but what just happened?” I asked.

“That was an orgasm. It happens when your body has so much pleasure and feels so good.” She kissed me.

“I liked it” I said. I also liked her being nice to me for a change.

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Sweetie can I request a nsfw scenario with dom chuuya and sub,innocent and flustered s/o 🥺 thanks!

Hello! And of course you can! Thank you for requesting I hope this is what you were looking for!❤️ also please stay healthy and stay clean!

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“If you’ll excuse we’ll be taking our leave” said chuuya as his hand rested on the small of your back. You both were invited to a mafia ball like party. Of course he dressed his best and did the same for you. He bought you the most expensive, elegant, and alluring dress. All eyes were on you that night both envious and hungry.

He couldn’t stand it, he was surprised he made it to an hour. But the second someone started to stroke your arm “complimenting you” he lost it. So now here you both were on your way home. He helped you into the back of the car and himself getting in.

You huff and cross your arms looking out your window. His hand comes to test on your thigh

“Come on don’t be mad at me” he said calmly like nothing had happened.

“Hmmp” you mumbled lowly

“His hand started to trail up but you pushed it away. He now turned a bit towards your core. Feeling the heat keep up to your cheeks

“What’s your problem?” He asked

“You! This is every time we go to party!” He was taken Aback from you out yet but kept the same face “every time some guy even asks me for the time you get super jealous and drag me out of there like a child”

“Well you sure are acting like one right now..” he crossed his arms

“You’re the child” you challenged him. He raised an eyebrow at you

“Excuse me?” His voice became deeper. His hand came up to your neck gently wrapping his fingers around it. “What was that kitten?”

There it was your pet name. Now you’ve done it. You shook your head as to say nothing

“You know I’m mostly taking you home so I can ravish you so you know who you’re with.” His lips came to peck yours and his fingers squeezed just a bit.

“Now tell me will you let daddy do what he wants?” You nod. “You want me to fuck you, and make sure you won’t walk tomorrow?” You nos once more.

His dominant side was a bit frightening but strangely it really got you going. He had two differnt persons in the bedroom. His dominant one and the more loving one. So today, it was dominant and other days he would really make love to you.

You were still about ten minutes from your home so he though ‘why not start now’?

His lips crashed you, his tongue gaining dominance. His hand was caressing you at every inch he could reach. Unfortunately the car had stopped which meant it was your leave.

He got out first and the door was opened for you by your driver. Of course with no shame he picked you bridal style and carried you inside. Once in the privacy of your bed room he set you down on the bed and flipped you so that you laid on your stomach.

He unzips you’re dress revealing his favorite set of lingerie on you. It was a lacy black one with a few small ribbons. Not to mention you wore that perfume he loved so much.

“Strip, and I want you with your legs spread and ready before I’m done.” He said walking to the side to strip himself. You did as you were told, but you knew he was still watching so you did it nice and slow.

He had already finished while you still had you panties to take off. As you were about to crawl on the bed and take them off a smack had landed in one of your cheeks.

“I though you would have been done by now. How does five sound for it?” He growled in your ear.

“Y-yes...” you said lowly. In all honesty when he was dominant you became his sub which just made you more shy and flustered.

“Yes what?”

“Y-yes d-daddy..” he sat on the bed and motions for you to lay over his lap

“Count..” you secretly liked it when he spanked you. It gave you a small rush with some pleasure as well.

Smack! “One..” your hand held on to the side of his leg

Smack! “Two..” as they continue they become harder

“Three..”

Another “f-four..” that one was a little harder than the last

SMACK! “Ah, F-five...” you breathed out. He kissed the sore red skin and rubbed it a bit. Showing it love after the mistreatment.

“Now lay on the bed legs open” he said as he kissed your shoulder. He kneels I’m the floor in front of you, the sight before his eyes something he would never tire of.

“D-dont stare, please..” you asked in a soft voice

“Oh but kitten, it’s my favorite thing to look at, seeing you all wet and ready for me” one of his finger gave a long stroke up your slit. He then proceeded to blow cool air on to your wet core. Causing a shiver to run through your body.

He trailed kisses on your inner thigh leading up to his destination. He kissed your clit, and continued his path down your slit. Finally giving it a stroke if his tongue slowly up from bottom to top. He began to suck and lick at the bundle of nerves.

You digits combing through his orange tresses as your back arched off the bed.

“D-daddy...ahh mmmm” his finger slipped in easily as he started to pump slowly. He curled his finger trying to find that one spot inside you. You started to rock your hips wanting more friction from him.

As soon as he brushed you g spot, your eyes shot open as a moan like aquel came out.

You could feel him smile against your heat as he started to make a come here motion. He stopped eating you out and stood up. He liked to watch you wriggle underneath him, especially if he was the cause.

“That’s it princess, cum over my fingers” he would say as he looked down on you. As if I’m cue you came undone as your legs shook. You breathed heavily coming down from your high. You knew it wasn’t over, not until he was just as tired as you would be.

With him now between you legs, one on either side of his hips. He aligned himself and looked straight into your eyes.

“You remember our safe word kitten?”

“R-red” you stuttered out

“That’s right!” Exactly when he said right he rammed into you. He mercilessly pounded into you at a fast pace. Of course this was chuuya we’re talking about, he’s gonna go above and beyond. He bent down to be as close as possible to you.

Yes this was his dominance, he was in charge, but! He always liked to let you know that he trusty did love you, just this time a little tougher

You were still sensitive from before so reaching an orgasm was just a round the corner

“S-say my name.” He commanded

“Chu-“

“Wrong!” He thrusted harder into you

“Daddy”you cried out a very strong blush dusting your cheeks

“Louder..”

“Daddy!”

“Who’s making you feel this good princess?” His thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular, he was coming to a finish

“YOU CHUUYA!” Your orgasm had made it retranca once more before his. Your legs shook around him as he kept pumping into you. He came back up to sit in his knees with a grip on your hips. With two more final thrusts he spills into you finally finishing.

He falls on top of you and breaths heavily. He kissed the valley of your breast and looked up at you.

“So what did we learn kitten?” He cocked an eyebrow

You giggle and say “that I’m yours?” You ask in the most innocent way possible

He chuckled “that’s right princess, all mine.”

Okay so I really hope you liked this and it was what you were looking for! Thank you for reading!❤️❤️

#nakahara chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #fanfiction #anime #anime x reader #bsd fandom #bsd fanfic

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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The Wisdom Tooth One (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: Saw a request for this a while back and finally decided to write it. This probably isn’t medically accurate at all but I hope y'all enjoy it anyways!

TW for mentions of blood

Summary: Adore gets her wisdom teeth pulled and Bianca has to deal with her dramatic ass.

Bianca could not believe she had gotten convinced to come pick Adore up from her wisdom tooth surgery. “Absolutely the fuck not” had been her first answer, knowing that her lack of patience would not stand well in a situation where Adore’s whining and bitching would be at an all time high. But after much pouting and pleading from Adore, she finally agreed, hoping it would shut the younger queen up.

It worked for the time leading up to this moment, but now here she was, sitting in the waiting room, regretting her decision as she waited for the nurse to call her back to collect Adore’s drugged up self.

Eventually, the nurse came and told her that Adore was almost ready to go home and that she could see her now. Setting down the magazine she had been reading, Bianca followed the woman down the hallway to a small room.

In the room sat a very loopy Adore, with a mouthful of bloody gauze, and drool running down her chin.

“Hey queen” Bianca said, approaching Adore.

“Yanx!” She tried to enunciate, but it came out sounding more like a muffled blur. “Woah what the fuck” she spoke again, still muffled but more understandable.

The nurse quickly removed the gauze from her mouth and began preparing clean gauze to replace it with.

Bianca took this short time to grasp Adore’s hand and ask “how did it go?”

“Wha?” Adore’s brows furrowed as she blinked slowly and looked around the room, confused. “I don’t think I know where I am” she slurred, squinting at Bianca.

“You’re at the dentist, remember? You just got your wisdom teeth removed” Bianca explained.

“They…they took my…teeth?!” Adore asked, hands flying up to her mouth and looking even more confused, mixed with a bit of panic.

“Not all-“

“You fucking liar! I still have teeth!” Adore interrupted, crossing her arms and giving Bianca as much of a sly smile as her numb face would allow.

Before Bianca could even roll her eyes, the nurse returned and began sticking more gauze into Adore’s mouth while she squirmed and whined. “These are going to bleed for a while, so make sure you’re replacing the gauze before it gets too soaked” she explained, more to Bianca than Adore.

“I-I’m….bleeding?” Adore questioned, poking one finger into her mouth and pulling it back out, eyes widening when she saw that the tip of her finger was covered in red liquid. “What the FUCK!?” She exclaimed so loudly that the people across the hall probably heard it.

“Shhh it’s normal, okay? Try not to talk or touch your mouth too much” Bianca told her, stroking the back of her other hand with her thumb.

Adore made a displeased whimpering noise but kept her hands in her lap nonetheless.

The nurse then explained to Bianca what she needed to do to care for Adore over the next few days and finally they were free to go.

They wheeled Adore out to the car, (getting her into the car was a whole different ordeal but we won’t get into that), and the ride home was pretty uneventful considering that Adore had fallen asleep about 2 minutes into the drive.

45 minutes later they arrived back at the apartment. The younger queen was still dead asleep when Bianca put the car in park and shut off the engine. Bianca considered just leaving her in the car so she wouldn’t have to deal with her, but her conscience told her that wasn’t the right thing to do.

Bianca walked around to the passenger door, opened it, and gently began shaking Adore’s shoulder.

“Mmmm” Adore groaned, not wanting to be awoken from her slumber.

“We’re home, Pussyface” Bianca told her, unbuckling her seat belt.

“Oh…why’s my face fat?” Adore questioned, cupping her own cheeks.

“It’s swollen from your surgery. We can ice it when we get inside.”

“I don’t wanna…B, it hurts” Adore whined. The nap had cleared her head a bit so now the pain was beginning to register.

“The ice will help, and you can take some pain killers too. Then we need to change your gauze.” Bianca explained. “Now can you please let me help you get out of the car?”

Surprisingly, Adore complied. She lazily slid her body around so her legs were out the door and allowed Bianca to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her steady. Together they walked into the apartment.

Bianca got the younger queen settled on the couch with a pillow and a blanket and handed her the remote so she could choose something to watch on Netflix. She hoped that keeping her busy would keep the whining at a minimum. After promising she’d be right back with some ice and some fresh gauze, Bianca kissed the top of Adore’s head and walked into the kitchen.

She returned minutes later with said items in hand. Adore was leaning heavily against the side of the couch, eyelids drooping.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. We have to change your gauze and get some ice on that face.”

“Uh-uh.” Adore mumbled, shying away when Bianca reached out to touch her.

“You wanna bleed everywhere? Fine. Not my problem.” Bianca said, quickly growing irritated. She knew the stubbornness was about to come out in full force. Adore was never very cooperative when it came to doing what was good for her.

The two just stared at one another for a minute or so, until Adore finally sat up a bit, deciding that she didn’t like the gross feeling of wet gauze in her mouth.

She allowed Bianca to remove it from her mouth, staring up at the ceiling to try to calm her anxiety after seeing how red it was. She had never been a big fan of blood. Seeing how much had come from her own mouth was enough to make her heart race and her eyes get teary.

When replacing the gauze, Bianca hit a particularly painful spot and Adore reflexively clamped her mouth shut, earning a yelp from the older queen.

“Did you just fucking bite me?!” Bianca exclaimed, pulling her hand back.

“Uhhh…”

“I can’t believe you, queen” Bianca said, rolling her eyes.

“You hurt me!” Adore argued past the fresh gauze that filled her cheeks.

“Oh you’re fine…now ice your face bitch. I’ll go get your meds” Bianca told her, handing her the ice packs that she had wrapped in a towel.

“No, ‘m gonna sleep now.” Adore insisted, pushing the ice packs onto the floor and curling up under the blanket.

“Adore, you have to ice your face so the swelling can go down.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

“But you need to.”

“I don’t care” Adore said, rolling over to face away from Bianca.

“Ado- Danny, all you have to do is hold ice against your face for 20 fucking minutes. It’s not that hard.”

Adore stayed silent.

“Okay, well if you’re gonna act like a child then you can take care of yourself. I’m leaving.” Bianca told her, standing up and walking towards the door.

Before exiting, she paused and gave one last glare at the back of Adore’s head. She stood there for a few moments, giving the younger queen one more chance to change her mind. When Adore didn’t move, Bianca muttered a quiet “wow” before walking out the door.

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Adore awoke a few hours later confused and disoriented, not even remembering falling asleep. Her jaw hurt unbelievably bad now and her cheeks felt huge. She whimpered and teared up a little, rolling over to face an empty room.

“Wasn’t Bianca supposed to be here?” She wondered. Spotting the ice packs on the floor brought back the memories from before her nap.

“Fuck, I really made her leave…” Adore thought sadly, tears blurring her vision. All she wanted right now was her Willow to hold her and take care of her…and to bring her those pain meds she was supposed to take earlier cause goddamnit she needed them.

Grabbing her phone off the coffee table, she sent a quick text to Bianca simply reading, “I’m sorry. Please come back :(“

After getting no response, she trudged to the bathroom in search of pain killers. She found them on the counter, alongside another bottle of antibiotics she was supposed to take.

After pulling out the nasty gauze that was still in her mouth, Adore downed the pills with as much water as she could manage to swallow, although most of it ended up dribbling down her chin since her face was still half numb.

“Fuck my life” she thought, finally looking at herself in the mirror. Her face had never been so swollen. She closely resembled a chipmunk after it had stuffed its cheeks with food. Maybe Bianca had been right about needing that ice…

Sighing, she shut off the light and headed back to the living room and settled back on the couch, but not before picking up the ice packs (which were surprisingly still frozen) off the floor.

She gingerly pressed them against each side of her face, shuttering when they made contact with the sore skin. “Bianca better be fucking proud of me” she grumbled.

The 20 minutes past surprisingly quickly while watching her favorite episode of South Park. She then discarded the ice onto the coffee table and closed her eyes yet again, hoping to sleep off the sudden nausea that seemed to have formed out of nowhere.

Not long after, she awoke feeling even worse. But this time she sensed a presence in the room. Opening her eyes halfway, she found Bianca looking at her.

“How are you holding up?” Bianca asked, the anger from earlier seemingly forgotten.

“I feel sick” Adore told her miserably. “Dunno what happened…”

Bianca thought for a moment. “Did you take your meds?”

“Yeah, like an hour ago.“

“What did you eat with them?”

“Nothing?“

“Pussyface, you’re supposed take them with food…otherwise they can make you sick.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“It says it right on the bottle, you asshole.”

“Well! My face fucking hurt and I could barely even drink water without dying and I just-“ Adore ranted, quickly growing frustrated with the whole situation.

“Hey, I was just giving you a hard time. I’m not blaming you.”

“I know…I just feel like shit and you’re not helping…”

“I’ll go find you something to eat, okay?”

Adore silently nodded, turning her attention back to the TV to distract herself from the awful feeling in her stomach.

Bianca returned moments later with a small bowl of blue jello. “Here, eat this before you vomit.”

Adore sat up slowly, taking the bowl from Bianca’s hands. It took her a good minute of just staring at the jello and trying to figure out how the fuck she was going to chew it before she attempted to actually eat some. (Do you even chew jello? Idfk)

First, she tried putting a spoonful in her mouth but it ended up falling right back down into her lap. Bianca stifled a laugh, earning a glare from Adore and a drawn out “this is haaaard.”

After the first failed attempt, she tried again with less on the spoon. Tilting her head all the way back, she dropped the jiggly blue substance into her mouth. Her head quickly returned to normal level after almost choking, which earned yet another laugh from Bianca.

Adore gave her the middle finger as she carefully moved the jello around her in mouth with her tongue before gulping it down and repeating the action until the bowl was empty.

“That was the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all week!” Bianca exclaimed, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“I fucking hate you” Adore replied, handing the empty bowl to Bianca and laying back down.

“Most people do!” Bianca shouted over her shoulder as she went to put the bowl away.

When she returned, she found Adore resting against the arm of the couch. “Sit up for a second” she urged.

Adore did as she was told and Bianca sat down in the place she had been laying so the younger queen could lean against her.

“Do you feel any better?” Bianca asked after Adore had cuddled into her side, head resting on the older queens chest.

“Mhmmm” Adore confirmed, pulling the blanket up around herself. They sat in silence for a few moments before Adore spoke up again.

“Fuck”

“What?”

“Gotta ice” she whined, weakly reaching for the ice packs she’d left on the coffee table earlier.

Bianca reached past her and grabbed said objects, handing them to her.

Adore pressed them gently against her swollen cheeks and leaned back against Bianca. They sat like that for a short while, turning their full attention to the TV where South Park was still playing.

Soon, Bianca noticed Adore’s breathing getting heavier and the ice packs slowly slipping from her grasp. As if on cue, the one in her right hand fell down into her lap, startling the younger queen awake.

She looked down and let out a tired sigh, realizing what had happened. Bianca picked up the ice pack and gently placed it back against Adore’s cheek, also replacing Adore’s hand with her own on the opposite side of her face.

“It’s okay, you can sleep. I can hold them” Bianca told her.

“M’kay…thanks B” Adore muttered, before closing her eyes again and drifting off to sleep for the evening.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #bianca del rio #biadore #fluff #hurt/comfort #whiskey neat #submission #canon compliant

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hanawrites404 · 4 years

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Wynne's Diary - Stars with Portia

Portia and I were out in the docks, away from our hectic schedule of our usual household chores and professional work.

The men were tormenting me too much and were also not letting me stitch a new design for my clothes in the evening that it made me escape to the docks so that I could work in peace.

And I can say very happily that I had spent at least one nice hour by myself while watching the waters and listening to the movement of the waves and loud cackling of the seagulls.

At least the sounds of the seagulls were better than listening to the rambling and screaming of my husbands.

Yes......screaming......you read it right.

Anyways, Portia had spotted me while I was enjoying the view of the orange sky turning into dark blue, melting over the horizon and the sea. And since she had been relieved from her duties for today, she decided to join me.

And that's how we both were here, talking and spilling some tea inbetween our small talk occasionally, laughing at the most bizzare and ridiculous rumours.

And as our conversation proceeded, soon came nighttime. The sky had turned blue-black and the moon above us was bright as usual, looking like a glowy mozzerella cheeseball.

And also came the time for Portia's stomach to grumble from hunger. So I had decided to prepare some spicy soya sauced noodles along with seasoned fish meat and vegetables for her.

Luckily the noodles and other ingredients were already kept in stock at Asra's shop so all I had to do was to get them and prepare the dish at the docks by using my powers to heat them up.

"Here you go. Be careful, it's still hot" After they got cooked in a couple of minutes, I gave one bowl to Portia which she gladly took with both of her hands carefully.

"Mmmm....it smells so good! I can't wait to try it" she then rolls her fork into the noodles and takes a bite.

"Oh goodness" she led out a hiss and fanned her mouth as soon as she swallowed the food.

"This is so spicy! It's burning my mouth but in a good way!" She quickly ate more and moaned from the taste, her nose watering.

"Hey.....Are you alright? Should I get some water for you to drink?" I got quite concerned when I saw her eyes leaking tears due to the spiciness getting in her nerves. Also her face was turning red.

"No no! I'm fine. I just love this so much!!" She wiped the tears off and slurped the noodles more and more, munching away happily.

"Ummm....Alright. If you say so" I relaxed a bit, still worried about her. This was her first time eating noodles after all.

Soon she finished her bowl and led out an obnoxiously loud burp. Goodness it almost made my ears puke.

"Holy mother of Asra" I exclaimed while she giggled and winked at me.

"Whoops. Sorry" she blepped and I shook my head with a sigh.

"But you are a great cook Wynne" she complimented me.

"T-Thanks Portia. It's not really much, but I know the basics" I rubbed my neck.

"Oh trust me when I say that you cook better than me" she flattered me more.

"W-What? Nonsense!! You are the better one here Portia. I mean, I don't think I would ever be able to cook various tasty dishes like you do for Nadi-"

"Just keep quiet and take the damn compliment please" she placed her finger on my lips, shutting up my speech. A playful smile plastered on her lips.

I blushed a bit and closed my mouth, abiding by her order.

"Good" She then chuckled and removed her finger off me, making my lower lip jiggle a bit.

"Wow....your lips are so soft to touch. Now I see why Ilya loves to kiss you so much. Of course he loves you and all but, this gives him a very good excuse to kiss you" she winked.

"Oh god don't remind me of him now" I averted my gaze, blushing yet again.

"He along with the three others were the reason why I came here in the first place" I shook my head with disappointment.

"Why? Were they 'pissing you off' again?" She tried not to laugh.

"Was there any moment where they weren't pissing me off?" I asked her annoyingly.

"Maybe when you said your vows to each other at your wedding??" She guessed.

I was kind of surprised by her reply. I felt my eyebrows going up and eyes widening a bit, not to mention my cheeks started feeling hotter.

"I-I mean I.......Yeah.....upto some extent, that is. But still I would have broken their shins if they had not stopped boasting about getting married. There was nothing to show off, you know" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh come on. They finally got to marry the lady of their dreams! What's the other best thing that could happen to them?" Portia defended.

"I don't know" I shrugged and placed my head on my hands.

"Ugh you are so oblivious, Wynne" she then flicked my forehead which made me stumble back as I was caught off-guard.

"Woah!! Watch it!!" I managed to catch myself from falling back by supporting myself on my hands from behind.

Portia bursted into a fit of laughs by seeing how I fell back just by a flick on my head. This made me very embarrassed as I cursed myself for being so light-weighted.

"Ilya was right. You sure weigh like a bunch of grapes. I wonder why you don't get swooshed away by the wind" she giggled.

"Oh shut up now" I glared at her with red cheeks, pouting.

"Alright alright, sorry" she finally apologized. By how she rolled her eyes while apologizing, it didn't look like she actually meant it. But I accepted it for now. At least she said sorry to me.

I huffed and dusted my hands together, sitting up straight again.

"Hey Winnie. Look above. The stars for sure are shining very brightly today, aren't they?" She relaxed herself and admired the sky above her.

I sat cross-legged and peered above, looking at the stars glimmering and twinkling to their glory. Some shooting stars were also noticable.

The stars dotted the sky beautifully, going along the darker shade of the sky very well.

They were millions of stars, impossible to count of course. Some of them were clustered together while some made intersting patterns. Nevertheless, all of them made the sky look like more glittery and sparkling. They looked like pearls floating on a black pool of ink.

"Asra told me that some stars form patterns called constellations which carry each of our fate. Is it true?" She asked me.

"Well yes sometimes. They define our way of thinking and personality. They are also called zodiac signs. Not all of the constellations are signs though, only 12 of them are considered as the signs which correspond to our birthday" I told her.

"Interesting. So what constellations can you see right now??" She asked me next.

"Hmmmm....." I looked around. First I tried to find the North Star and once I found it, I started looking for the patterns which I could identify as the signs, and I succeeded in finding one.

"Look here" I got closer to her and aligned her shoulder along with mine and then pointed at the shape I wanted to show her.

"See that one? Where it forms like a rectangle and then two antenna-like structures are coming out?" I traced the stars with my finger which was burning with a purple flame so that she could easily recognise it.

"Oh yes I do" she nodded.

"That's Gemini. The twins. Asra's zodiac sign" I told her.

"Oh how amazing. What does it say about Asra??" She asked me curiously.

"People with Gemini as their sign are usually known for being airy and intellectual. They are always curious about life and can experience two sides of things at the same time as the name suggests"

"Wow....that's definitely Asra" Portia remarked.

"Yeah" I agreed. Asra surely was a person who would think about both good and bad outcomes of a decision. Maybe that's why he was always worried about even the most smallest things too much.

"Show me another one. I'm having fun" she leaned onto my shoulder.

"Of course. You see that one? It's like a U and has one antenna coming from its curve" I traced.

"Mhm. Yeah" she nodded again.

"That's Taurus. The bull. My father's zodiac sign" I told her.

"Awesome!! Tell me more!!" She literally jumped and I chuckled at her excitement.

"Taurus people like living a luxurious and pleasurable life without any hardships. They like to be in their comfort zone. They value security and materialistic things. But they are very kind and loyal"

"Heh.....for the first-half I was thinking that it fitted Lucio more but when you mentioned the kind and loyal personality, I changed my mind" she spoke.

Not going to lie, but this made me snort in an adnormal way............

"I see why the docks are your favourite place in Vesuvia. The view from here is gorgeous" Portia replied as we faced the smoky waters and the Vesuvian night sky.

"I'm glad you think so. Though this place is a bittersweet memory for Asra and Muriel but in my eyes, it surely has its own beauty which I cannot find anywhere else" I told her.

"That's something I really like about you Winnie" she smiled at me.

"Hmm? How so?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow.

"You don't look at the dark side of things. You always appreciate the positive attributes even if they are lesser in number than the negative ones. Take Count Lucio as an example" she giggled at the last sentence.

"You are absolutely right on that part" I blushed, remembering that how it took an eternity for me to discipline him and fix his past mistakes. But for sure it was worth the time and effort and I was quite satisfied with myself at that time.

"But you do love him a lot, don't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"O-Of course. He does need someone to look after him. Nothing romantic here" I blushed again.

"Says the one who proposed to him for marrying her and then kissed the hell out of him in front of everyone when he accepted the engagement" she nudged me with her elbow and I turned redder.

"Awwwwwww you are so cute" she then kissed my cheek which made me jerk and scoot away from her a bit.

"W-What was that for??!" I cupped the cheek she kissed.

"Why? Can't I kiss my sister-in-law?" She pouted.

"I-I mean....sure.... Wait no!!....I mean yes! I mean oh god!!" I hid my face in my hands and screamed in them from embarrassment.

I heard Portia laughing at my reaction and felt her arms wrapping around me, holding me close and tight.

"You are so adorable Wynne. Ilya sure is lucky to have you as his wife. And so are Muriel, Asra and Count Lucio" she nuzzled her cheek on my shoulder.

"T-Thanks....I guess" I replied back, not looking at her.

"No problem Winnie-boo" she then kissed my head and rested her head on my shoulder as she gazed at the beautiful view the docks offered us.

Gods she was going to make me burst now. I really hated it when she used my weakness against me and made me feel flustered and embarrassed.

But still, I loved her company more than anything else. Portia was like a sister I can ever wish for and I was happy to have her by my side. I just loved her so much.

"Portia....."

"Yes Winnie?"

"Thank you........for spending time with me.......I really needed it" I uncovered my face and looked at her.

She had a slight blush on her face but grinned at me, making me break into a smile too.

"Of course!! Anything for my cute and small sister-in-law" she winked at me.

I then hugged her close, thanking her more and more, and she just giggled and rubbed my back, warming me up in her embrace.

If I had to speak with my heart, I would say that I was ready to give up all the stars present in the universe just to embrace that one star who was right beside me, shining brightly under the night sky with her cheery smile and bubbly personality.

And I swear that I would never let her shine diminish and fade away and that I would always cherish and protect it with my whole life.

It's a promise Portia..............

The end.........

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babbushka · 5 years

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Fever

Flip Zimmerman X Reader

Sequel to Cabin

2.6k ; N*FW yeehaw

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When you awoke it was with a slight frown. This was the last morning you and Flip would be at the cabin, the last chance to be completely and utterly together before having to return to Colorado Springs, have to return to life, to work. You didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the fairy tale to be over.

The past three days had been filled with so much fun – fucking yes, all over the place – but genuine fun. Flip had taken you hiking and you had built a snowman and made snow angels and he had hunted and fished for your dinner which you happily cooked. It was so quiet in the mountains, at the cabin, and you didn’t want to go back to a busy life at the library and police station.

As sad as you were, you knew you still had today, the last day before having to pack up and hit the road back home.

You took in a deep breath, let the cool air fill your lungs, crisp and icy, before exhaling slowly. You found yourself laying on your side, with you boyfriend pressed firmly against your back. And it wasn’t just your boyfriend, but his cock, hard and straining, resting hot and heavy against the backs of your thighs from where he had tucked you against him.

Flip had been such a generous lover, during this trip. You’d never been eaten out before in your entire life and suddenly with him it was like the only thing he ever wanted to do. You couldn’t get enough of it, and you were starting to wonder the implications of that – how would you go on without sitting on his face every minute of the day?

Experimentally, you shifted your hips back, wiggled them ever so gently against his crotch. You were both naked of course, lying on the big soft bed in his room, the only sound you could hear was dying embers of the night’s fire crackling and spitting. He grumbled something unintelligible, and you grinned.

He had been so kind, so generous, so hungry for you all weekend – wouldn’t it be nice to return the favor?

Granted, you had only ever sucked his cock once, and it…hadn’t gone well. But Flip only got better and better each time he went down on you, each time he explored your cunt with his lips and tongue and fingers, so you thought, practice makes anything perfect, didn’t it?

“Flip?” You asked, so soft, not wanting to wake him up accidentally. No, you wanted to give him a good morning, a great morning. You wanted to make this last day worth it.

The hardest challenge was getting out of his grip, you found with an amused smile. He didn’t like to let you go, clingy, even at night, even asleep. The more you tried to slip out of his arms, the tighter he wound them shut around your middle. But oh he was so hard the poor thing, so so hard against you. Your mouth salivated at the thought of waking him up with your lips around his cock, and when you set your mind to something, you damn well did it.

Carefully, ever so carefully, you reached behind your back and felt around for his cock. It was practically swollen, and you did your best to stroke him off just enough to bring him to the edge of sleep, to that place in between consciousness and dreams, to where he could let you free for just long enough to change positions.

And it worked, his lips parted with a thick click, arms slackening just just just enough for you to turn around, to kiss down his body like he had done to you the first night at the cabin.

He had such an impressive physique, you thought, all of him muscular and firm. The training at the police academy had done him well, had done him very well. His chest rose and fell evenly, until your tongue and lips and teeth moved farther south, until you were level with his cock, practically hanging off the edge of the bed. You admired him for a moment, the way his strong thighs had a light dusting of dark hair, the way they twitched and tensed.

You ran a finger down his happy trail, up and down, lightly scratching at it. You smiled, it made his cock jump. It was, for lack of a better word, leaking. Pearly white fluid collecting at the very tip of his dick, right at the head there. You continued to trace his lower stomach while you let your tongue lap it up.

It was salty, but not unpleasant, not enough to deter you from continuing to do it anyway. Your other hand came up to hold the base of his cock steady, and you wrapped your lips around the head entirely, just the head, just the tip.

Flip moaned then, his hips pushing upwards in short little bucks, not entirely awake yet. You pulled off of him and smiled, nuzzled your face against his cock, rubbing your cheek against it.

You jerked him off, just enough to get those hips of his moving, to get his brow to pinch in, to get him moaning. You wondered if he thought this was a dream, if he was dreaming of you.

You decided to wake him up for real.

Licking a broad stripe up his shaft you captured as much of his cock as you could, and gave a hard suck and moaned around him, a combination that had his eyes flying open, had his hands shooting down to grab a hold of your head, your hair.

“Holy shit.” His mouth drops even wider, a perfect O as you take in deep breaths through your nose, as you deep-throat him, as you stretch around him.

“Mmmm.” You try your best not to smile, because if you smile you’ll choke, choke on his big fucking cock that you’ve managed to bury nearly all the way. Your hand makes up for the inch or two you just can’t get, and the vibrations of the sound make him thrust his hips more purposefully, more intentionally.

One of his hands grip your hair tight, splays against your skull and closes in a fist to hold you in place as he fucks your face, as he shifts himself so that he can plant his feet on the mattress and use those strong thighs of his to squeeze against your ears.

“Good morning.” He groans, and that makes your heart flutter – because despite how gross you’re both being, how sweaty and slick and spit covered you’re both becoming, he still wants to be sweet with you, still wants to greet you warmly. The greeting doesn’t last long, before melting into incoherent groaning, chest heaving, “Fuck, (Y/N), fuck.”

You didn’t let up, instead you swallowed him down down down, relaxed your throat and let yourself open up to him. You had asked around discreetly, had read illicit books on the subject. You had been determined to get it right, to do “all the right things that will drive your man wild.”

The headline of the article’s didn’t seem to be lying, at least.

Flip was now flushed down to his navel, growling and groaning as he thunked his head back against the pillows, especially when your hand slipped down to stroke at his balls. He moaned long and low as you rolled them in your hand, as you sucked his cock and hummed around him.

He was so fucking big, you kept forgetting that, somehow kept forgetting how long and wide his cock was. It felt incredible while it fucked into you, as he used your face to chase his own pleasure, as he punched the air in and out of your throat in a way that you knew would make you hiccup when you were done, but your jaw was beginning to ache from having it so wide.

The thought of him fucking you made your cunt clench, made you grow wet. The whole time you’d been growing more and more wet, turned on by the size and smell and taste of him. You did your best to press your thighs together, knowing you’d get taken care of soon. Flip was so good at taking care of you, at fucking you blind, at fucking you hoarse. This was for him, your pussy could drool all it wanted, this was for him.

You decided to improvise just a little, and tapped out slightly. You pulled off of his cock with only the smallest bit of a gag as it slid out of your throat, spit stringing all over the place. Flip looked at you with wide eyes, shuffled up the bed to give you more space, to give you whatever you wanted, and when he saw you pushing your tits together he literally took your pillow and placed it over his head to let out a big, “Fuck!”

Mouth free to do as you pleased, you laughed as he rolled you around and around the bed, as he got you underneath him, as you pressed your tits together and he fucked them, slid his cock in between your cleavage, still sticky and wet from your spit.

He was mesmerized by the sight of it, almost as much as he had been with it going deeper down your throat. He watched the head of his cock poking out of the top of your tits, watched as it appeared and disappeared as he ground his dick between your perfect breasts.

Your nipples were hard and the friction was starting to chafe, it was going to leave you red all over. But you knew it was just another opportunity for him to take your tits into his mouth, into his hands, to soothe and calm you once the dirty work had its chance.

“I’m gonna come on your perfect tits,” He warned, looking wild, hair all tossed around from sleep, face blotchy splotchy flushed, lips red and swollen from where he had bitten them while you were busy bringing him to the very brink of orgasm, “I’m gonna come all over you.”

You nodded, licked your lips and arched your back.

“Do it, please – please come on me.” You faulted only for a moment as his hand came down around your throat, holding your jaw, prying your mouth open.

“Will you eat it?” He asked, delirious, hungry, desperate. He was covered in sweat, it was dripping off of him despite the cool air, like he had a fever, like he was sick with his want for you.

“Huh?” You asked, not understanding for a minute, brain addled and dizzy and hazy.

He licked his lips and thrust into your cleavage with a little more desperation, he was getting close, you could tell, could tell by the way his hand squeezed at your throat, how his other hand pinched at your nipple. You wondered if you could come like that, tits fucked raw.

“My come, will you eat it? Can I come on your mouth?” He asked, clarifying, and something about that thrilled you, made your cunt drip steadily onto the sheets and you nodded as best as you could while being pinned down.

“Oh – yes, yeah I’ll eat it, I’ll swallow all of it, give it to me.” You begged, because you would, you would.

And he did, come all over your tits and chin, getting some in your mouth in great big arcs of his come. It was hot, and that didn’t surprise you, everything about Flip was overheated, everything. He came with a long groan, jerked off his cock and aimed it at your lips, as more and more pulsed out of him and onto your skin.

It splattered on your nipples and in the well made by the pit of your throat, and Flip scooped it all up with shaking hands to smear it against your open tongue. Just like the beads of precoma that you had licked up at the beginning of all this, he was salty and tangy but not overly bitter, which was surprising considering what you had read, and how much he smoked.

You lapped it all up, sucked on his fingers to get every last drop. Something in you was sad you were swallowing his come and that it wouldn’t be pumped into your cunt, it almost felt like a waste. Almost.

Speaking of your cunt, Flip tweaked your nipples enough to make your hips lift, and for the first time that morning he had the frame of mind to touch you, to run his fingers through the folds of your pussy.

“Pretty girl, you’re so wet.” He murmured, low and soft and sweet as he pushed those fingers inside of you, big thumb on your clit.

He had learned all your favorite spots over the past couple days, learned exactly where to touch you to make you cry out for him, and he was taking advantage of that.

But he did so leisurely, blissed out and warm from his own orgasm, and that tension only built up your own more and more.

“Let me.” He said, and you gave yourself over to him happily, eagerly, as he latched onto one of your nipples and sucked at your breast while his hand slid nearly all the way inside you, four big fingers curving against your walls. Your hand combed into his hair, held him against your chest as he gripped your hip with his free hand.

You knew that he’d be ready to fuck you for real in no time at all, but there was something dangerously addictive about the steady and sure pace he set. The squelch of it was music to both of your ears, and you moaned for him, for the slow sweet torture that was him dragging out your orgasm as long as he could, before it crashed over you by surprise.

“Fuck.” You gasped out, a sound that he abandoned your breast for, kissed you instead.

The two of you made out for a little while, kissed and slid your tongues against one another, smeared come between you and stuck together with spit and sweat. You kissed and kissed until you both came down from your high, until your bladders demanded attention as did your stomachs.

“Guess what?” Flip asked suddenly, leaving you to crack an eye open at him as he sat up, as he stuck his face up to the window.

“What?” You asked, propping yourself up on an elbow, fully aware of how crazy you must have looked, with your face a blotchy mess and your hair all over the place, tangled and knotted from the events of the morning, bruises and bite marks leftover from the events of the night before.

“We’re snowed in.” Flip grinned, devious, and your heart thudded.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, believing him but wanting to see for yourself, joining him at the window where indeed there was just a great wall of white.

“Yeah. It’ll take an extra day or two for someone to come get us.” Flip said, smoothing his hands down your sides, before pulling you back down to the bed.

“Oh no.” You said with a grin, not displeased at all, that grin turning into a laugh as Flip buried himself under the covers, “Where are you going?”

You found your answer soon enough, as he looped his arms under your thighs and pulled you flush down onto the bed, legs spread for him as he licked his lips, only inches away from your still very slick and swollen pussy.

“You had your breakfast, I want mine.” He said simply, before grinning against you, the two of you thrilled to know that this wouldn’t be the end of your weekend together – not by a long shot.

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is-it-madness · 4 years

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My Glorious Purpose | Loki x OC Chapter 6

A/N: I’m so in love with the mood board for this story! Thank you @wowjeena for helping me with it and for being an amazing beta! Love you, darling! 💜😘

Pairing: Loki x OC (Tera Digitalis)

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Touching without consent

Chapter 6: Mission

(Tera’s POV)

Three months have passed by. Tony and Pepper rebuilt Stark Tower from the inside. Tony made sure that every Avenger has their own floor if they ever happen to stay over—Nat and Clint already rearranged their rooms to suit their style. They had come back about a week after they had vanished. Everything is back to normal after Loki’s attempted invasion failed. I still have a light mark from where I was cut on my forehead, other than that, everything is great. Tony designed my room, but unlike Clint and Nat, I kept the original layout and decor. I don’t really have that many possessions to decorate with. When Fury had dropped off a backpack that contained all my stuff, Tony freaked.

“Hey! Where’s this bag from kid? It has your name on it.”

I walk over to where Tony is standing. There’s a backpack next to the elevator and sure enough, my name is on it. I pick it up and unzip it.

“Oh! This is my stuff. Fury must’ve finally had time to clear out my room on the ship,” I tell Tony.

He looks at the bag, then at me, then back down to the bag.

“So-o-o, when is he going to bring the rest of your stuff over?”

“This is all my stuff Tony,” I laugh while shaking my head.

He takes the bag from my hands.

“Hey!”

He starts to ruffle around inside.

“Wait, wait. So you’re telling me all you own is three shirts and two pairs of pants?!”

“Not true!” I retaliate.

“Oh excuse me, so rude of me to forget about your toiletries,” he says sarcastically.

“Yeah, so?” I rip my belongings out of his grasp.

“Okay. JARVIS.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“Remind me to ask Ms. Potts to take the kid shopping later.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tony! You really don’t need to do that! I’m absolutely fine with what I have!”

“Look kid. You might be okay living like this, but I’m not. You are a teenager! You should have more shoes that you can count! Jeans, shorts, t-shirts, sweaters, dresses, pajamas!. Not some S.H.I.E.L.D. authorized uniforms! And I’m not going to keep arguing with you about this! End of discussion.”

I huff in frustration. “Fine.”

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I look into my huge walk-in closet that Tony had built for me. I’ve been able to fill a rack after Ms. Potts had taken me shopping. I honestly don’t mind having a few items. I’ve lived so long with so little, that I’m used to not owning as many things as most girls my age would.

I quickly change into some workout clothes we bought and head down to the training room. Nat is already down there meditating, and I join her. We sit there for about ten minutes before we start to stretch.

“You ready to continue your training?” she asks me.

I nod at her enthusiastically. She had begun to train me in karate before Loki came to Earth.

“Okay, so I decided that today, we are going to start incorporating weapons into your techniques.”

She walks to the cabinet where we store all our practice weapons, and pulls out a staff that’s roughly her height. She reaches in again and pulls out another one that is smaller by several inches and hands it to me.

“Now, when you work with a staff, you need one about your height. That makes it easier to work with. And since you’re so short, you get the smallest staff.”

“Hey! Just because I’m five inches shorter than you does NOT mean I’m short!”

It’s the whole “kid” fiasco all over again.

Nat just laughs. “Yeah, because being 5’2” isn’t short at all. Not in the slightest.”

“Whatever. Can we just start already?”

“Okay, first, we’ll begin with learning how to do a basic spin.”

She begins spinning her staff with both her hands, then switching between hands. I begin to bounce on my heels. I can’t wait; it looks so cool. When she’s done showing off, she stands in front of me.

“Now the first thing you want to do is place your left foot in front of you and extend your left hand while holding your staff. Make sure your hand is in the middle of the staff. Good. Next place your right hand on your chest, just to move it out of your way, for the time being.”

I complied.

“Okay now follow what I do.”

She begins to turn the staff in front of her, then bringing it towards her back.

“See how I’m leading the staff with my thumb? It’s directing the staff where I want it to go.”

We practice that move for a few minutes before turning to use our right hand. After we do that, it starts to get a little tricky. Nat tells me to reverse the way I am turning my staff, so that I start with my palm downward instead of up. It takes me several tries and a few hits to my arm before I finally catch on.

“Not bad. Now let’s try incorporating both hands.”

I watch Nat do it first before I give myself any more bruises. She starts slowly, with her left hand, turning the staff in front of her. When she reaches the right side of her body, she places her right hand behind her left, and turns it back towards the left side of her. She starts speeding up and taking steps as she twirls her staff. It’s a beautifully deadly sight. I start mimicking her movement and soon we were side by side, furiously spinning our staffs in front of us, dancing around each other. Lethal, dangerous, a force to be reckoned with. And I love it.

After practicing for a few hours, I head upstairs to take a shower. Tony had built an en suite in everyone’s rooms. At first, I thought it was a bit much, but I had admittedly grown to love it. When I finish showering and changing into regular clothes, I make my way to the kitchen for food. I take out some ice cream, milk, and frozen strawberries and dump them into a blender. Nat walks in when I’m adding the bananas.

“Mmmm. Make me a cup too.”

“I don’t know if I should,” I respond teasingly. “After all, I seem to recall a certain redhead making fun of my height.”

“Please кроли!” she pouts.

“Okay, fine, fine.”

I blend the smoothie together and pour us each a cup.

We’re making small talk, when her phone buzzes. She picks it up and reads the message. She smiles and looks at me.

“What’s up Nat?”

“Clint and I have another mission tonight.”

“Another one?” I ask nonchalantly, trying to not sound whiny. You just came back from one two days ago! I think to myself.

She must’ve seen the disappointment on my face, however, because she says, “Don’t worry, it’s only for tonight.”

“Good. Otherwise I would have had to practice spinning a staff with Tony.”

Nat laughs at that. When we finish our smoothies, Nat leaves to look for Clint to fill him in on the mission they received. I head out on my own, roaming the tower. I could join Tony and Bruce in the lab, since I’ve been acting as peacemaker since we first settled in. Tony gets a kick out of trying to get Bruce to hulk out. We haven’t had an accident yet, but with Tony around, who knows when Bruce will reach the end of his tether. But I just don’t want to deal with that headache right now. After Tony had finished rebuilding the tower, and whenever Clint and Nat are gone, I go exploring. It’s unbelievable how many rooms the tower has. Lately I stopped exploring because I found a library. It’s magnificent. Rows of shelves that reach the ceiling are stacked with books. The room is circular, so that you can’t see the other end of the room when you enter, just books. It’s kinda like a maze, with all the shelves curving to fit the shape of the room. Someone else could be in here and you would never know. Thankfully Tony took my advice when building this room. He added a mini kitchen, several sofas and armchairs, and a huge fireplace, that I requested. I go to my favorite sofa and grab the book I’ve been reading.

I read for several hours before I hear JARVIS speak to me.

“Miss Tera, Miss Romanoff has asked me to inform you that she is looking for you. She is currently in your room.”

“Okay, thanks JARVIS.”

I jog to the elevator and head up to mine and Nat’s floor. I enter my room to see Nat wearing a black cocktail dress with red accents and black heels. Clint is there too and wearing a suit.

“Hey Nat. JARVIS said you were looking for me?”

“Yeah, why aren’t you dressed yet?!”

“For what?”

“Oh shit, did I forget to tell you? You’re coming with us on our mission.”

“Really? Seriously?”

“Yeah, c’mon, get ready. Here’s your dress,” she says, gesturing to my bed.

I take one look at it.

“Wait, what is it that I’ll be doing exactly?” I ask anxiously.

Clint answers, “Don’t worry, you’re backup. Which means you get to sit with me and let Nat do everything.”

“Well if I’m just backup, why do I need this dress?”

“Cause we're going to a party,” Nat tells me.

Nat has to force me out of my hoodie and jeans and into the dress. She threatened to make me workout with Tony. I changed real fast when she said that. When I finish, I slip into the heels that Nat set aside for me. Clint then sat me down in front of my mirror and did my makeup while Nat worked on my hair.

I’m glad when we went to the garage no one saw me in my dress. I manage to avoid everyone. Except for Nat and Clint of course. Now don’t get me wrong. I like the dress. I really like it, in fact. But I struggle with accepting my appearance, not to mention self-esteem. I don’t like anything about any of my features, my insecurities always consume my every waking minute. And this dress is a little revealing. I feel exposed in the lace sleeves, knee length skirt, and low neckline. Plus with the black and gold heels? It’s a nice outfit, just not for me.

As we drive to the hotel, where the party is at, I admire my smokey makeup look Clint did. I never would have guessed that a skilled archer would know how to apply eye shadow.

“So what are we dealing with Nat?”

She turns to face me from the front. Next to her, driving, is Clint.

“We’re dealing with a major illegal arms dealer named James Foyer. He’s made millions selling illegal weapons to the worst kind of people imaginable.”

“I’m guessing you’re gonna flirt with him to get him to tell you who his buyers are?”

She winks. “Exactly.”

I run my hands through my long, brunette hair. “So what’s he celebrating?”

“I don’t think he needs a reason to celebrate. Just wants to show the world he’s got money—and lots of it,” Clint says.

A few minutes later, we pull up in front of a huge hotel. We step out of the Ferrari and Clint gives the keys to the valet.

“Not a scratch.”

Nat and I hold on to Clint’s arm, on either side of him.

“Earpieces in?”

“Check,” we tell him.

“Alright then Nat, off you go.”

She slips away from us and heads through the crowd, keeping an eye out for our target. Clint heads toward the stairs, and I make my way to the back of the party, smiling, keeping watch.

“Target located Nat. He’s coming out of the elevator.”

Of course Clint would see him first, looking for his prey from above.

“Heading that way now,” Nat reports back.

I turn towards the elevator, where a tall, skinny, dark haired man is exiting. He has a cigar dangling from his lips and is wearing an expensive looking suit. As soon as he steps out of the elevator, hordes of women try to come near him, to touch him, to claim him as their own. He gives each of them attention, but he grows bored of them and moves on to the next set of breasts he sees.

“Disgusting,” I want to look away, but I can’t. I’m Nat’s backup. If something happens to her, I have to jump in and take her spot. I see James’ eyes latch on to Nat and her body. I shake my head. No decent man can look at Nat without looking down every few seconds. But she takes it, she starts chatting with him, laughing flirtatiously, placing her hand on his arm. It seems to be working. I figure Nat would get him to crack in the next ten minutes. I start to notice something wrong. Foyer is getting bored of her. I’ve never seen a man become bored so quickly when Natasha Romanoff is around. He begins scanning the crowd, looking for another female to interest him, when his eyes land on me. I’m about to bolt out of the hotel, when I hear Clint.

“Wait! Stay there. Nat’s losing him, so you might have to go in. Act interested in him.”

I do as Clint says and flash a smile at Foyer. He immediately begins to make his way towards me.

Through my clenched smile, I tell Clint, “I don’t think I can do this! Nat hasn’t trained me in this yet!”

“Don’t worry Tera, you can do this. Just make him think you’re into him. Flirt. Laugh. Play dumb.”

“But Clint-”

“This is my sister Savannah. Savannah, this is Mr. James Foyer.”

“There you are Cleo!” I say to Nat. “I’ve been looking for you!” I turn to face the man. “It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Foyer.”

I extend my hand to shake, but he takes it and brings it to his lips.

“Please, call me James.”

I smile back at him, trying to restrain my look of disgust.

“Cleo, why didn’t you tell me your sister is a doll?”

Nat laughs and says, “You think every new girl you meet is a doll.”

I find myself very relieved that Nat and I came up with fake names for each other. I suddenly notice Nat tapping her thigh. It isn’t out of nervousness, rather, it’s a code—Morse code.

Not me, he wants you.

I groan internally after I decode her message. Of course the only person to ever find me attractive is a sleazeball.

Okay. I tap back. I have to do this, this is why I’m here, for backup. Also because I don’t think Clint would be able to seduce Foyer.

At my response, Nat makes up an excuse to leave, leaving me with Foyer.

“I don’t believe you two are sisters,” he says evenly.

I raise an eyebrow. KEEP CALM!

“Really?”

He takes a step closer to me and takes my face in his hand. It takes all I have to not bite his hand.

“No. You’re much more… appealing,” he says, eyes darting towards my body, lingering in places that make me want to put him in a choke hold.

DON’T SLAP HIM, DO NOT SLAP HIM! THINK OF THE MISSION! THINK. OF. THE. MISSION.

“You’re not like other girls,” he continues.

“How so?” I ask, in what I hope is a seductive voice, batting my lashes at him.

He drops his hand and chuckles. “As soon as I entered the room, they all threw themselves at me. You didn’t. I like women who play hard to get.” He suddenly grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him, now whispering in my ear. “Cause once I get them, they taste the sweetest,” I feel him place a soft kiss on my neck, lingering before pulling away.

I see Clint aiming his gun from the balcony and Nat pulling out her knives. They heard what he said and saw what he did. I place my arms around Foyer’s neck, making a shooing motion with my hand to tell them to stand down. I smile at the man in front of me, an idea forming.

“If we taste the sweetest, what do you taste like?”

He smiles an even larger one and leans forward, attempting to kiss me. I put a finger to his lips and a hand to his chest, holding him back. I might have to seduce him, but I refuse to let my first kiss be with this sexist.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private?” I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest, stopping at his belt.

He takes my hand and heads towards the elevator. He pushes the button for the third floor and as soon as the doors close, he tries kissing me again and again I place a finger to his lips.

“I don’t give kisses very easily, so if you want one, you must do as I say. Understand?”

He places both his hands on my waist. Never have I felt so violated in my life, but I hold back all my anger and emotions.

I can’t back out of his iron-like grasp. He bends over to whisper into my ear again. “But you taste divine babe.” He places his lips at the base of my neck and I begin to feel him trail his tongue upward towards my jaw.

“So good,” I hear him whisper, before he catches my earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently.

Correction. NOW I have never been more violated. I grab his tie. I momentarily think about how if I choked him here and now, no one would know. Unfortunately though, we need that information from him, otherwise I would have to explain to Fury why the only man that can give us the information is dead. I quickly begin to care less about the mission and more about my own dignity, but before I can tighten the tie and choke the life out of him, the doors open to the third floor. Foyer removes his lips from my skin, takes my hand and leads me to his door. I look at the number, memorizing it for later. Foyer opens the door and pulls me inside. He tries kissing me a third time and again I stop him with a finger.

“You had your fun in the elevator,” I tell him. “Now it's my turn.”

He bits his lower lip and I see the lust in his eyes, but thankfully, he doesn’t argue.

Thank god!

I push him into a chair by the dresser, and I reach inside my clutch that I brought with me and pull out a pair of handcuffs.

I dangle them in front of him.

“You brought cuffs with you?” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt.

I wink, “I thought I might get lucky tonight. Turns out I did.”

I cuff his hands and attach them to the chair, so not only is he cuffed, he also can’t walk around without the chair dragging with him.

I take his tie off.

“Open.”

He opens his mouth immediately and I tie the cloth around his mouth forming a gag.

“Good. Now you wait here, and I’ll be back with a surprise for you.” I whisper in his ear, with a hand on his chest. I turn and head into the bathroom. I wink at him before closing the door.

I whip out my phone and text Nat.

Nat I got him. He’s cuffed and gagged.

Hurry, call Fury quick.

I only have a few minutes before he gets suspicious.

Where are you?

Third floor.

Room 394

This isn't a joke. Please hurry.

There‘s no response and it’s quiet for two minutes before I hear a loud thud. Probably Fury. I hear someone loading a gun.

“Where is she!?!”

I walk out of the bathroom.

“Hey sis,” I say.

I see Clint holding a loaded gun pointed at Foyer’s head, Nat with her widow’s bite charged up and ready to pounce, and the door laying on the ground. Yup. It was Fury.

“Alright boys, tie him up. Nice work you three. You’re done for the night, go and head on home.”

“Thanks, Director.”

“Don’t forget to turn your report into me. Otherwise I’ll put you on desk duty.”

“Yes sir,” we all say.

We turn to leave but I think of something

I walk back to Foyer. “Did you like my surprise?”

He glares and growls through the gag.

I feign shock. “You didn’t?! Well I have some advice for you. Never touch a lady without her consent, otherwise they’ll bring hell down on you.” I smile and walk out of the room with Nat and Clint by my side.

As we walk through the lobby, S.H.I.E.L.D agents run past us, up the stairs and into the elevator.

“You did amazing Tera. I’m so proud of you!”

I smile at the praise. “Thanks Nat.” I pause before asking, “Do you have any wipes? I feel contaminated.”

She smiles at me. “I always have some during my missions. They’re in the car. C’mon.”

When we walk out of the hotel, our Ferrari is parked right up front. We get in and Clint takes off, back towards Stark Tower.

“Here you go.”

Nat passes me a pack of wet wipes. I immediately pull out three and begin scrubbing my hands and neck. I start telling them exactly what happened, not leaving out a single detail. I’m telling them how I was able to gag and cuff him, when Nat gets a call on her phone. She answers and puts it on speaker.

“Hey Tony. What’s up?”

“Sorry Nat, I know you guys are on your mission, but something came up.”

“Don’t worry, we finished. We’re on our way home right now.”

“Good, because I need you three here now.”

“Is that Lady Natasha?” We hear a voice ask in the background. “I wish to speak with her as well!”

The three of us look at each other.

“Tony?” I ask. “Is that Thor?”

“Lady Tera! You are in this device as well? Splendid!”

“No, wait Thor! That button hangs-”

The line goes dead. I laugh at the thought of Thor and Tony wrestling with the phone.

“I wonder why Thor is back?” Clint wonders aloud.

Clint pulls into the garage of the tower and we make our way towards the elevator.

“At least we have another member on the team,” I say as we head up.

Part 7

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