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How to Bake Vanilla Cake at Home - Perfect for Birthday Cake
Best Birthday Cake
Vanilla cake is the best for every occasion. There are chocolate lovers out there and there are Vanilla lovers of the best dominating flavours of all time. Everybody loves to have a piece of vanilla cake, especially During Birthdays
The Birthday cake is always a special moment and sometimes it could be a riddle to know the favourite flavour of the birthday baby but Donât get tensed because the vanilla cake is here to the rescue. Letâs bake the Best Vanilla cake at home with GDO and Surprise your Friends and Families.
Take a Look at the Vanilla cake recipe and Slice the cake through the middle to make two layers and frost as desired. Bake your Birthday Cake now and Surprise your Loved ones.
Ingredients
1 Mug White Sugar 1 Tablespoon of incinerating Greasepaint (baking Powder) 1 Tablespoon of vanilla extract 3 eggs 2 pinches of salt Ÿ mug milk Ÿ mug vegetable oil 2 â
mugs each-purpose flour, or further as demanded cuisine spray
Directions
Preheat the roaster to 350 degrees F ie. 175 degrees C. Grease a 9-inch cutlet drum with cuisine spray and line it with diploma paper. Mix flour, sugar, incinerating grease paint, vanilla excerpt, and swab together in a large coliseum. Add eggs, milk, and vegetable oil painting; blend by hand or beat with an electric mixer on low speed until smooth. Add further flour if the batter is too watery. Pour into the set visage. Singe in the preheated roaster until a toothpick fitted into the center of the cutlet comes out clean, about 1 hour. Cool on a line rack for 5 twinkles. Run a table cutter around the edges to loosen them. Invert the cutlet precisely onto a cooling rack. Let cool down fully.
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#the point of me tipping you and adding delivery instructions is for YOU to bring the purchase to ME in accordance to the instructions#đ#if I have to come outside to the parking lot to get the stuff from you#what exactly am I tipping you for??#yeah you can do whatever you want#but uh#donât be pikachu surprised when you get docked if you ignore instructions & have me coming out at near midnight#cus thatâs exactly what im doing#fuck this whole process
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High Demand
ê€- Pairing: Dealer! Jungkook x Reader
ê€- WC: 2.6k
ê€- A modern day Romeo and Juliet
Content: college student! reader, grumpy jk, brief texting! au, jk is lowkey whipped, drug use (marijuana), reader is his special customer, vaping, opposites attract, suggestive themes, minor jealousy, idiots in love (but they won't admit it), shot gunning, grinding, fwb?
Other Content: thigh riding, high sex, jk titty appreciation, unprotected sex (no.), hand job, soft dom kook, reader is a little needy, brief switch! koo, hickeys, pet names, spit, biting.
Shaking your head with a small giggle as you looked at your phone before tossing it aside. You're totally his favourite. You know he's stubborn and he would never admit it but deep down he loves delivering to you the most.
Looking around your sad and dimly lit dorm, all the lights were off and your roommate was gone for the weekend doing god knows what with her weird ass biology major boyfriend who would collect rabbit tails in jars for 'science'.
You were looking at one right now actually, it seems they left one behind, on the coffee table. It was just fermenting in... you actually weren't sure and didn't want to know.
Your eyes felt like they were on fire the longer you looked at the stupid philosophy paper you were writing. The bright light from your laptop was beginning to drill into your head. Your head lolled to the side glancing at the time on your phone.
It was almost 11:30, and time for a break. Abandoning the device on the couch for a quick wake-up shower; by the time you'd gotten changed and returned to the living room, you could expect Jungkook any minute now.
Except, this is Jungkook we're talking about. He's always late.
That's why when you heard the familiar rattling of the rusty fire escape you were startled. It was a little past midnight. Climbing through the window in nothing but your basketball shorts and a white tee.
Pleasantly surprised to see Jungkook scaling the platform with a bag of takeout pinned in between his teeth. The sight of you looking down at him from where he climbed made his eyebrows raise but of course he couldn't say anything.
Not until he was finally close enough for you to grab the bag from his mouth and he stands up. You climb back inside first with him following behind with a pained sigh. "I'm so sick of coming here. Got me climbing walls like its fucking subway surfers." He curses while you place the food down on the table.
Completely ignoring him, practically drooling as you slowly peeled open the bag. "And I thought you said you weren't gonna bring me anything." He snatches the bag.
"I didn't."
You let yourself fall onto the couch, arms crossed and unbelieving. "Oh yeah? So you just coincidentally craved Wendy's and decided to haul it up three flights up a ladder from your mouth when you could've just eaten it in the car?"
"Yeah exactly." He shrugs, obviously lying.
"Give me the bag, Jungkook."
"Fine. But I'm charging you extra for the delivery and the labour of bringing it up here." He hands it to you and you roll your eyes knowing it was nothing more than a bluff.
"It's not my fault you're out of shape," you mumble unwrapping the burger. "Oh yeah? Is this what out of shape looks like to you?" He says it almost offended but challenged.
Choking briefly on your food as he lifts up his shirt, revealing the defined abs that you have such lewd memories of. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You try climbing 3 flights up a ladder and tell me it's easy." You shrug,
"Not my fault you're banned from the campus." He drops himself down beside you, reaching for the bag of fries and taking some for himself. "But it is, if you hadn't called me to drop off a stash for Angelica's dorm party maybe I could still take the stairs."
You drop your half-eaten burger with apologetic eyes, "How was I supposed to know they were doing random security checks in the lobby? At least you didn't get arrested." You pout and he scoffs.
"Bare minimum." He says via grumpy mutter under his breath so you offered up the rest of your food to him as a peace offering. A little sad that he actually took it but you were getting full anyway.
As he finished up the rest of your food you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "So do you still do drops with Angelica?" He nods with his mouth full of the last bite, stuffing the wrappers back in the bag.
"How often does she call you?-- for deliveries I mean." He chuckles, licking his lips, "Jealous?" You take the trash off the coffee table and bring it to the kitchen to toss it in the garbage. "You're delusional."
"I can't help it if I'm in high demand." He manspreads, his arms stretched over the back of the couch. "Just shut up. Do you have my pen?" He reaches for the pocket inside his leather jacket, pulling out the slim box.
Already knowing that you were going to use it now, he began to unbox it while you collected the cash you needed. "40 right?" You say handing him the small spread of bills, "Yeah, but for you, I guess I could make it 30." He shrugs conceitedly.
"Because I'm your favourite." You say and he shakes his head, "No. Because I ate your food." Which he paid for but you didn't dare to say that out loud, you were getting cheap weed.
"So who's your favourite then Jungkook?" He hands you the pen, "Listen. I don't climb up the fire escape when I do deliveries for Angelica, I make her come to me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Trying to tug the pen out of his grasp but he holds it firm until you respond, "I guess I can work with that." He smiles softly, letting you take the first hit as his arm wraps around your shoulder.
The two of you passed the pen back and forth, with little giggles here and there and wide eyes on the episode of SpongeBob that was playing.
By now the dark living room is illuminated by nothing more than your roommate's lava lamp and a strip of purple LEDs' taped behind the TV. You could see the smoke as it floated past the few sources of light.
"Open." He directs, taking a particularly long hit, leaning into you and blowing the pungent smoke into your mouth, sucking it in from his lips.
The pen is now forgotten as it rolls between the cracks of the couch. Straddling Jungkook's muscular thigh as he flexed it every now and then, taking hits from his blueberry Ice vape and blowing it to the ceiling, giving you a prime view of his sharp jaw under the soft purple lighting.
The sight made you shake, gyrating your hips almost desperately as you chased the feeling of friction on his denim-clad thigh. "You like that? You feel good fucking yourself on my thigh?" The question was rhetorical, you were too dazed to answer him anyway.
Your heavy-lidded gaze slowly rolls up to his pretty face once you feel his hand move from your hips to gently wrap around your neck, not applying any pressure, just there to let you feel the weight of his hand. "Answer me," He says, and you fall forward "Yess, feels so good." You moan, and Jungkook has danced this dance with you enough to see you were close.
But of course, he couldn't let you cum so soon, not yet. His hands flew to your hips and pinned you down on his thigh, restricting your range of motion. "Please," You beg and he wishes he had a little more willpower but he couldn't say no to you, not when you looked so fucked out when he's barely touched you.
"Fuck. Take your shirt off." Leaning back and crossing your arms over the base of the shirt, you pried it off your body desperately. Leaving you in your black lacy bra and it pulled out a guttural groan from Jungkook's chest.
"You little whore." he grits through his clenched teeth, grip tightening on the arm of the couch nearly ripping the fabric.
This position was no longer giving him what he so desperately craved. Shrugging the jacket from off his shoulders and taking off the tank top underneath letting your eyes roam over his built upper body, oh how you wanted to just...
Without thinking your tongue striped up the expanse of his bulky pecs. This was new, but Jungkook was so high out of his mind anything and everything you did felt like he was on cloud 9.
Your mouth dropped down to wrap around his rosy nipples and you could've never anticipated the worked-up reaction you got from him. "Oh shit, shit shit." He gasps, hands gripping your waist tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises by the morning.
Letting your tongue lap around his nipples with pure hunger, an inexplicable flame burning in your core as you were finally the one who got to watch the other be reduced to a moaning mess.
His once soft moans turned a little breathy and high-pitched, His hips bucked causing you to jolt in his lap, he was getting close.
"Didn't think you'd like having your tits played with so much?" You tease him but he didn't find the humour in it. He holds you by the throat once more, this time applying a generous amount of pressure, pushing you off him.
Unbuckling his belt and you knew what that meant. He slides out of his pants, followed by the boxers that were the last barrier between your moistened lips and his throbbing cock. "Let's put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" He hums, watching as you sink to your knees, hand carefully wrapped around his base, starting with slow pumps.
"Spit on it." Doing as told, you let a wad of spit fall from your pretty, plush lips and coat the shaft of his dick, you worked your palm up his length. Already satisfied with the way his head was thrown back.
"Just like that," Reaching for the vape, he takes a few good hits, the head rush mixed with the pleasure had him seeing stars-- the object falling from his hands immediately the moment he felt the warm heat of your mouth wrap around his sensitive tip.
"Y/n-" He breathes out, almost scared, he was so close, too soon. He's never struggled to hold himself back this badly before. What were you doing to him?
The obscene sounds of you choking as you struggled to take all of him in your mouth, letting your nose touch the soft, trimmed hairs near his base. Focusing on breathing through your nose before you felt a heavy hand on the back of your head, pushing you lower.
You were quite literally slobbering on his dick, gagging with every buck of his hips. "That's it, princess. You're doing so well--Shit. Mouth feels like fucking heaven." His praise rushes to your core and has your left hand trailing down to rub yourself through your lace underwear.
The rough friction being more than enough to get you there, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Where-- Shit!-- Where do you want it?" He gasps, his hips snapping, pushing his length down your throat almost erratically. You don't answer, only hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper, making your desires clear.
Your own fingers quickening their pace, your own sounds travelling through his dick in vibrations and pushing him right over the edge with you, filling your mouth with his warm cum.
Swallowing as if it were second nature. "Stick out your tongue," He says softly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his composure from his overwhelming climax. Your tongue was out and cleared of any of his cum and it made him crazy.
He remembers the first time he'd brought an order to you over 6 months ago. He thought you were nothing more than a cute little philosophy major, never did he think he'd have you beneath him like he does right now.
Looking up at him, daring to give you an almost angelic gaze while the two of you ruined each other. Tainting each other with your own touches. "Kiss me?" You ask it so cutely, tempting him with the pout on your lips. You weren't being fair.
His body didn't give him a choice before his lips were on yours, his hips grinding into yours. The feeling of his solid dick rolling against your skin making the butterflies go ramped in your stomach.
The way you licked over his bottom lip with your own made Jungkook weak, stumbling on his elbows as he held himself up over you. Soft groans could be heard the deeper the kiss became.
Messy and intimate. Your hand crept up the back of his neck to tug at the dark locks of hair on his head. There was a loud pop and the two of you paused.
With Jungkook between your legs and with you under him, your heads turned slowly towards the coffee table where the jar was, dedicated to the fermenting rabbit tail. "What the fuck is that?" Jungkook slowly sits up, "My roommate's boyfriend's weird biology shit. I dunno, it freaks me out too." You sit up, now remembering what the two of you were in the middle of doing.
"That shit's not gonna blow up or anything right." You gently peck him on the lips but his brain seems preoccupied by the jar, "who knows," you say, kissing right under his ear and that seemed to get him to zone in on you.
Catching his bottom lip under his teeth as your kisses became more eager, suckling on a certain spot on his neck, his head falling back against his will. "Fuck, Y/n-- Don't you dare." You pull off his soft skin with a soft pop, admiring the burgundy bruise left behind.
"Oops." Your apology was ingenuine and bratty, and Jungkook hated brats.
Tearing you out of your final pieces of clothing before manhandling you into his lap. "Sit on it." He demands and you follow without question. Moaning out loud as his dick spread your lips apart like butter.
Sliding down with ease and a stretch of your velvety walls that were currently squeezing Jungkook for everything he's got and he's got nothing left, everything was yours.
"I-Shit! You feel so good, Kook!" He couldn't bother to correct you on the annoying nickname you were incessant on using. "Yeah? You like that- fuck, you feel so good." He curses, bucking his hips up into you as you raise your hips trying to match his thrusts.
He was fucking you so good, so ruthlessly, your head falls onto his shoulder and you needed more than just the couch to hold on to, your teeth sank into the muscular meat of his shoulder and his pace faltered.
"Shit shit shit! Do that again." He groans, picking up an inhumane pace that had you bouncing all over the place until he stilled you in his arms. His grunts and breathy moans came out right beside your ear only pushing you to your orgasm faster.
"J-jungkook-!" You pant, unable to speak, feeling like your insides are being rearranged, "Me too, baby. Cum with me." You finish first, and with a few more unsynchronized snaps of his hips, you were being filled to the brim with his cum.
The room is filled with nothing but the sound of muffled music playing from your neighbour's next door and laboured breaths. Jungkook gently lays you down on the couch beside him, staring into your eyes.
This felt so intimate. You felt his gaze deeper than just behind your eyes, it was as if he was looking into your soul. His eyes were tinted red as he looked at you with an adoring gaze. "You're cute." He says it casually as though he hadn't just fucked you.
Your eyes roll before they close, feeling the sleepiness begin to kick in. "Bet you say that to all your customers." Mumbling the words into his chest while he began to grin a little.
"Nope. Only to my favourite." Your eyes shoot open.
"I knew it."
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BOSSâS WIFE
à»ê°àŸàœČăŁË -ïœĄê±àŸàœČ১ âââ đđđđđđ!đđđ w fem!reader whoâs his bossâ, Mikeyâs, wife. warning(s) -> angst. nsfw. mdni. ran x reader + mikey x reader. infidelity obvly. a lil bit apathetic reader. dark themes(prostitution mention, drugs, murder). hints of lovesick ran. unrequited love from ran to reader. one-night stand vibes. near death experience. cheater!reader ig. alleged cheater!mikey. thereâs some slowburn cs youâre stubborn. miscommunication between mikey and reader. endearments (darling, princess, etc.). car sex. praise. a lot of plot. i dont condone cheating whatsoever. not proofread. wc is 4.5k
authorâs comment. mmyyeaahh so i def have a fav haitani now + urghhh not too happy w this BUT i liked exploring the idea
It was hours past midnight, the city cold and humid from recent rain that had stopped minutes ago. You sat beside your husband, Manjiro âMikeyâ Sano, on the couch of the isolated jazz club that he owned. He was talking business with some other yakuza men, something about delivery and drugs, perhaps a brief topic of prostitution exchange.
The unsettling environment wasnât out of the ordinary for you anymore, not since youâve known Mikey. Youâve stuck to him since middle schoolâmore like he made you stick to him. But you never really made an effort to leave.
He satisfied you enough, your needs, emotionally and physically. Nothing made you feel better than the feeling of being needed, and your husband was the same. He needed an anchor, a reason to be. Coincidentally, you were willing to be both.
âYou donât have to stay here if youâre getting bored, baby. âCould always walk around the building or take a smoke outside. Iâll have someone guard you,â you heard your husband speak, snapping you out of your trance. Mikey held an arm around your shoulder, fingers rubbing up and down your arm comfortinglyâthe complete contrast of the look he had in his eyes. His dark depths gazing at you as if he couldnât give a fuck if you lived or died the next few seconds. But Mikey never acted like that, of course. He was a great husband considering the lifestyle he led.
âAlright, Iâll do that then,â you nodded obediently, not finding the harm in accepting the given opportunity to leave the monotonous conversation. So you got up after leaving Mikey a quick kiss to his cheek, walking away from the table and walking over to the backdoor exit of the building.
As you did so, you walked past one of Mikeyâs men, a familiar tall purple haired man. You recognised him from the corner of your eye, your peripheral vision doing you a favour by informing you who your guard for the night was. It wasnât a surprise he followed you without having to be ordered, always doing such things involving you voluntarily.
âShouldnât stray too far from the building, darling,â you heard him call out to you, most likely, from behind as you stepped out into the window streets, road pretty empty save for the occasional passing cabs.
Your lips strained downward for a split second.
âYouâll be here to lead me back, Ran,â a breathy sigh left your lips, faint smoke leaving your lips from the cold. Your hands tugged on the white faux fur coat you had on, a vain attempt to keeping your tense torso warm. With a confident stride, you kept on walking ahead, paying no regard to the man who tagged behind you like it was his personal wish rather than a dull order from his boss.
âThat doesnât guarantee that Iâll lead you back healthy. Youâll definitely get a cold if you keep walking out here like this,â he retorted without much effort, his tone slight frustrated despite his matter-of-factly manner of answering you. It made your brow twitch, your lips pressed to a thin straight line.
You didnât add another word to the exchange, letting it hang. Cars proceeded to drive past the road beside you, your legs bringing you further and further away from the jazz club you recently left. It was almost like you were running away. And you were almost determined to do so, though you long knew that was never an option anymore.
Ran noticed every change of your body language even though he only had the view of your back. The subtly tremble of your legs were enough to alarm him, narrowing his lilac eyes and fueling his resolve to keep an eye on you, not for his bossâs sakeâfor your sake.
Subtly splashes of water from the passing cars filled the atmosphere, faint engines and dim city building lights and with lamp lights setting the perfect atmosphere for you to envision your escape. Everything seemed so perfect, so staged, too good to be true. You were so focused on getting ahead, on heading away miles away from wherever Mikey wasâuntil you were pulled out of it.
A sharp car screech filled the previously silent noise. Suddenly your ears were ringing, all the noise you cancelled out returning to you again. You turned your head, heels backtracking from shock. Ranâs hand held a nearly painful grip on your upper arm, pulling you back with reasinably strength.
âAre you trying to get yourself killed? If thatâs what it is then I got a gun with silencer on it for ya to use, for fuckâs sake!â Ran was practically yelling, his voice raised and his expression contorted to one of anger and worry. His brows were furrowed deeply, vein on his forehead and neck practically bulging as he pulled back a bit more before finally releasing you.
âW-what?â was all you could utter, blinking up at him with wide eyes, a bit dumbfounded about the situation.
âYou almost got yourself run over by a car, whatâs gotten into you? Ya need sleep, or something?â Ran seemed to answer your confusion without hesitation, the realisation that you almost died making you turn around and take in your surroundings.
Shit.
A sports car was practically swerved over to the sidewalk, thankfully not crashing into a post light. The driver drove off after yelling crazy bitch out his window. The insult made Ran grit his teeth, head tilted in further annoyance. You stopped him with a hand on his arm before he could do anything, stealing his attention quite quickly.
âIâm fine. Really. Just tired, like you said,â you muttered with a soft sigh after, lowering your head to gather yourself. All the while you had your lids closed shut, you felt a warm arm circle your shoulders.
âCâmon, letâs get you back,â he murmured, almost trying to comfort you. And in a way it did, he didâhis warmth did. You followed him silently, letting him guide you back to the jazz club where Mikey was again.
While you were mostly silent throughout the walk, you eventually spoke up when you realised you were gonna have to face Mikey again. You felt a bit guilty for feeling like this, for wanting to avoid your own husband. But it wasnât your fault you needed some space, some air to breath away from the heavy atmosphere and tension that was always there with him.
âI donât wanna go back yet,â you objected, halting your steps abruptly.
Surprisingly, or not, Ran doesnât scold you. Instead, he stops with you, arm never loosening around you. He merely looks down at you, taking in every detail on your expression at that moment and taking a moment to think about where he could possibly whisk you away to.
âFine. My car. Then we head back, you hear me?â Ran conceded with a soft huff, centre of his brows still slightly creased from his frowning. He exhaled a quiet okay when you nodded in agreement, hand squeezing your upper arm gently to urge you to keep on walking.
It didnât take too long for him to find your way to his car parked a few buildings away from the jazz club where Mikey was still in probably. Ran unlocked the car, opening the door of the backseat before gently nudging you in, following suit right after you.
Ran didnât bother moving to start the engine, knowing the last thing you needed was the AC making you colder than you already were. Speaking of which, Ran couldnât help but notice your shivering self that quivered against him, the sight of you leaning into him so desperately making him feeling a heavy pang of affection, worry, and a whole bundle of emotions he knew he shouldnât have, things that he kept buried in the depths of his heart. And yet being in your presence for a few minutes was enough to unravel all of it, every dark detail of it.
âYouâre actually chittering, princess,â he muttered, leaning down to press a chaste kiss onto the top of your head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips too in an effort to lighten the mood.
âAnd youâre actually annoying,â you refuted, voice small yet breathy as you shifted yourself on the leather seats, nuzzling under his arm and into his chest. Your arms were folded over your chest, holding your fur coat close to you. âHmph, so mean,â you heard him whisper back, sarcasm lacing every syllable.
You more focused on warming yourself up at the moment, but that didnât mean you didnât notice how touchy and warm Ran was being. All the questions popped up in your mind about him, until you started questioning yourself, your own actions. You allowed him to do everything he did. You followed him back and forth, allowed him to bring you close to him, hell you even agreed to get in his car when you couldâve suggested some random alleyway to get a breather.
At some point, your shivering stopped. Your arms were wrapped around yourself, eyes staring mindlessly at his lap with your expression awfully neutralâthe opposite of your mind that spiralled.
But a few breathers was all it took for you to forget. To dismiss everything. It wasnât unlike Mikey had done the same anyway, entertaining other people like you were. For all you know, heâs probably done worse considering the amount of clubs heâs went to without you.
Now youâve somewhat rationalised your actions, you lifted your head from Ranâs chest, tilting your head up to look at him. It seemed like he was staring at you already with how your gazes locked immediately.
âWhat is it, princess?â He broke the silence with that hoarse yet gentle voice of his, smiling faintly at you as if you were a stray cat he was trying to coax closer. As much as he loved staring into your beautiful eyes, he knew if he allowed to moment to stretch any longer his lips would end up pressed against yoursâand just maybe more.
âJust wondering why you give a fuck about me in the first place.â
Ran could feel his smile fade from his face, his violet eyes no longer making an effort to look lighthearted for you. Those downturned eyes of his shifted to a stern gaze, almost determined.
If you thought your mind spiralled, his was a whole damn hurricane now.
âThatâs an easy question. Though the answerâs probably something you donât wanna know,â he answered cryptically, hand on your shoulder squeezing you once.
âYouâd wish you never knew,â you heard him add, voice low yet barely above a whisper. You felt your breath hitch in throat, eyes fixated on him still. You felt your mouth dry up and closed your lips, brows furrowing slight as you turned away from him.
âI want to know. I donât care about some creepy consequence youâre so worried about, Ran. All Iâm asking about is why you act so nice wâ,â you were stopped between your rant, your attempt to persuade him to be honest with you backfiring.
In a blink of an eye, he had his hand push you back against the seat, lips parted from his persistent tongue. You mumbled something but the kiss muffled your words, previously widened eyes now turning half-lidded from his warmth and shortness of breath.
âR-Ran, get a hold of yourself,â you panted once he broke the kiss, your hands reaching up to his chest and shoulder, failing to push him off of you. He kept you corner between the small space of him and the backrest behind you, face inches away from yours still.
You caught your breath, hands pushing him growing weaker until you decided to let up. Your eyes flickered from your lap up to his face, the resolve in his gaze unwavering.
âWhat does this mean?â You whispered, quizzically looking at him. The confusion on you towards his actions almost made Ran smile, but all he could manage was a faint laugh.
âMeans that I love you.â
The crease between your brows deepened at his confession.
You werenât exactly pleased per se, but it did make sense. It made a lot of sense. Made his demeanour towards you logical.
You suspected his feelings for you before, though you never entertained the thought. Ran was busy beyond words being Mikeyâs executive, and you on the other hand were married. Yet it seems like that didnât seem to bother Ran much.
âHow exactly am I supposed to respond to that, Ran?â You sighed, almost pleading, beautiful orbs of yours falling to your lap once more.
âThatâs the thing. You donât.â
Huh?
Before you could open your mouth, he sealed your lips in another kiss, needier this time. He wanted to shut you up, to take your mind off thingsâeverything. Youâd be lying if you said it wasnât working.
How could you possibly think about anything else when Ran had a hand on your thigh, running up the thin pantyhose you wore under that dark red leather miniskirt. The force of his greedy kisses made you slump up the plush seat behind you, making you lean over to the side until your back was against the window of the car door. Ran had another hand on your waist, skimming under your coat to cup the flesh your side.
âYou donât have to say a wordâI donât want an answer from you. Just want you, baby,â the man grunted into your mouth, tongue swiping against yours and teeth tugging on your lower lip. His breath was as heavy, much like yours.
It was hard for you not to reciprocate his kisses, his touch, not when he had you cornered with little to no space to move or focus on anything but him. And that was exactly what he wantedâyour undivided attention, even if it was just for the moment.
Ran was tired of just admiring you from afar, exhausted from having to settle with the women that kept throwing themselves at him in the clubs he went to after work.
What he hated most was having to imagine you and your stunning figure beneath him whenever he was fucking those girls, having to wish he could see you every day after work like his boss could. Ran wanted the real thing so badly, he fucking craved it. But he hid those desires so well that it would leave anyone in Bonten in shock if they knew he had the fattest, more ridiculous crush on you.
Like a student to his teacher. It was humiliating, yet so fucking thrilling. And that was just it with Ran. Nothing had him more addicted to something other than the excitement.
So while Ran had his hands all over you, lips kissing you everywhere, he made sure to savour it. To take his time suckling on your red tongue, nibbling and marking on your swollen bottom lips that he had damp with saliva. Ran had to make sure you enjoyed it tooââcause fuck if you didnât want him as much he wanted youâ
âWrap your legs around me, sweetheart,â he whispered through bated breath, shifting himself and grabbing one of your legs to lift on the car seat, wanting to be between your legs.
His demands were almost impossible to deny anymore. Heâs made your mind hazy from the lewd, sloppy kisses heâs given you. The cold air only made it worse since it only made you crave warmth more than you shouldâhis warmth.
âGood girl, thatâs it,â you heard him praise you, his slender fingers running over the waistband of your leather skirt, unfastening the metal button and pulling down the zip. His violet eyes were sickeningly fixated on your lower-half, as if in anticipation to see your most intimate partsâmore like anticipating what kind of panties you were wearing, what kind of lingerie you preferred.
You whined softly, still unsure what he was praising you for exactly. Was it for your cooperation? If so then heâll have to keep on praising you for the next few minutes âcause youâd seriously consider acting up if he stopped. What kind of woman were you if you asked him to stop now? Sure, a woman with a moral compass. However, such a thing was discarded by you the first few seconds you entered his car.
Married or not, you didnât know if there was any kind of woman out there that would resist Ran when he was like thisâso attentive, so careful with touching you but gazing at you with predatory-like eyes. You almost felt naked under him even when you werenât. It was like he saw all of you, inside and out.
And that was when you were beginning to truly be naked under him. Decisive fingers peeling off your leather miniskirt, then hooking under the waistband of your pantyhose to pull it down to your knees.
âDo you trust me?â The question threw you off for a moment, watching him move to sit on his knees on the carseat horizontally and carrying your legs over his shoulders, nearly folding you against the small corner he drove you in.
Your head was practically forced up against the window, back bent forward and legs held by Ran. Your lips quivered subtly, the discomfort adding to your anxiousness. Yet that question of his seemed to stem from that exactly.
With a meek nod, you mumbled a soft yes to assure him. Not a second later he slid his hand down your lifted thighs, rubbing and gently squeezing the inner flesh, cold fingers dangerously close to the apex of your legs. You followed his every move as best as you could, swallowing the lump of nervousness in your throat.
It was almost tantalising, the way he navigated his way down and up your body with such ease, such adoration. If you looked closely enough, you could have seen the gleams of mesmerisation in his violet eyes. And holy fuck, did that turn you on even more, thighs twitching close together with the wet patch on your panties growing bigger.
You could feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of Ranâs lips curling to a smirk. He clearly noticed your arousal, especially so with the view he had of you from that position.
âAh-ah.. you donât get to be shy,â Ran warned, hand gripping your thigh tighter to peel them away from each other when you subconsciously started to cross them to hide yourself.
âIâve been so long for this, darling. So fuckinâ long,â he breathed, impatience evident in the way his gaze alternated between your heaving chest and your fat folds covered by the thing fabric of your panties. Without wasting a moment more, he moved a hand down to your pussy, slipping the long index between your folds, middle finger joining to find your clit with ease, rubbing the sensitive nub up and down in slow motions. You gasped sharply at the sudden pleasure, legs on his shoulders quaking from the stimulation alone.
âSo damn soaked for me, baby. Did ya wait for me too?â He cooed, shifting the focus of his slender fingers to your aching slit, gently digging inside through your panties to give you a taste of what was to come.
The soft moans from you was enough to spur him on, half-heartedly fucking you with his fingers through the clothes. It reached a point where the tip of his fingers were soaked in your nectar, all sticky and lubed up to fuck you for real.
Low groans rumbled in his chest with every move he made on your cunt, dipping down your panties until he could feel your walls flutter around with need.
âNeed me to fuck you, donât you darling? Need me balls deep inside you,â you heard him grunt, fingers probing your wet pussy until he wasnât. He withdrew his fingers, hand moving to his belt instead, unbuckling it to unbutton and unzip his pants with ease.
Ran found it adorable how engrossed you were in the scene of him tugging his pants and boxers downwards to pull out his cock, already hard and throbbing for you.
Bending down to you, Ran had your legs pushed up not from your chest, threatening to squash your tits for the soft jiggle effect heâd drool over.
âGonna have to relax a bit more, darlinâ. I gotta fuck you in the best angle,â he drawled, fastening your legs to his neck and snug on his shoulders. His cologne was borderline intoxicating, the intense scent inducing your lightheadedness.
ââM not that flexible,â you grumbled, trying to relax your limbs like he said regardless. When you did, he folded your limbs further, adding a little bit of force to reach his desired position. âThere ya go, angel,â he murmured just for your ears, earning himself a soft whimper from you.
Not a second later, Ran aligned his cock right up your entrance, the head leaking beads of precum smearing up your folds, pushing his hips forward until he slid up past your entrance. He had you reach up to cling onto his suit jacket, clenching your fingers around his arms while he dug his dick into your depths to the hilt, breath stuck in his throat as if you were choking his throat instead of his cock.
âHoly fuckâfeels so fuckinâ good, you feel so good,â he crooned, staying still for a while to let you adjust to the intrusion before he started moving again, pacing it slow at first and subtly progressing to frenzied tempo, hips rocking uncontrollably.
Your lips hung open, eyes darting from Ranâs face to the mess that was your squelching cunt, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the car along with.
âRanâ! Want you cum, cum for me,â you whine, heart hammering in your chest in sync with the seconds he drove his pulsating cock in and out of your gummy walls, the hold he had on your thighs turning desperate as he chased his orgasm, and yours. âCareful what youâfuck-wish for,â Ran stuttered, his arousal amplified with your constant moans and begging, the cramped space thickening the air and tension around your sweat sheened bodies.
âCum for me, darlingâfuck-ngh, cum with me,â he groaned with heavy pants, jaw clenched at the slick feeling of your juices dripped down his shaft to his tense balls, feeling it tighten along with the knot in his lower belly. A few short, frenzied thrusts was all it took for him to finally come undone along with you, your sopping wet pussy clamping down on his heavy cock triggering his orgasm.
Your features scrunched up in pleasure along with Ran, your legs quaking around his shoulders and your toes curled from the feeling of his semen spilling inside you in thick ropes. Ran stayed inside you even after your orgasm, basking in the afterglow with shared breaths and groans.
âI.. hate you,â was all you could breath out at the moment, eyes fluttering and threatening to close with your head rested on the mirror of the car door. Slowly, Ran withdrew his cock from your well-filled cunt, leaving a string of your mixed juices that soon broke to stain your inner thigh.
âCanât say the same for you, princess..,â Ran chuckled half-heartedly, pulling away and shrugging your legs off his shoulders to lay carelessly on the carseat as he grabbed a tissue to wipe the mess on lingering on your skin.
Your eyes followed the movement of Ranâs hand, watching him clean you up so carefully unlike the roughness he had when he was fucking you earlier. Didnât even need to glance at your thighs, you knew there were red welts everywhere on them from how much he was clawing onto your flesh desperately.
Silence filled the car for a moment, unspoken words kept deep within yourself as he helped dress you up again, sitting you up properly on the seat and asking if he went too rough on you anywhere.
It wasnât like he was doting you either. Not too much anyway. He gave you space as much as he gave you his concern, probably aware he crossed some lines that he shouldnât have. Despite that, Ran being Ran, he wasnât ashamed, nor did he feel guilty for any of it.
âYou know heâll kill you, right?â your hoarse voice whispered to break the silence, illuminated only by the dim street lights around you.
âOnly if he knows.â
âHeâs definitely gonna fucking know.â
âHe wonât really kill me,â Ran shrugged, stuffing a hand into his pocket to take out a packet of cigarettes, wanting to light one up to take a smoke as if none of it bothered him. And in a way, it really didnât.
âRan,â you warned, furrowing your brows and glaring at him in a sideway glance. Your arms folded on chest, head leaning back against the headrest as you turned away and sighed.
âDoesnât matter. I got the fuck the love of my lifeâso if he kills me, Iâm gonna die with a fucking smile, you hear me?â Ran spoke, his tone of voice clearly set as if he made up his mind when he turned to you, lit up cigarette held between the fingers of his right hand.
âBesides. You sure as hell enjoyed it, hm? Bet you havenât had an orgasm like that in a while, have you?â he added, hints of teasing lacing his voice with his free hand reaching out to cup your face.
That playful mood of his was short lived when he felt you lean into his hand, eyes fluttering shut. He felt his heart being tugged on.
âYou poor thing,â was all you heard him whisper lowly a moment after his lighthearted remark, hand on your cheek moving to the back of your head to pull you into him.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A click echoed in the room and the beeping stopped.
âWe got this from the bug we planted in executive Ranâs car, sir.â
A pathetic scoff left Mikeyâs lips, his lips curling to a faint smirk before it faded to a straight line again.
The white haired man stared at the voice recording the device laid on the table by one of his men, hands curling to fists as he tried to quell the urge to destroy itâto destroy something.
Except he didnât. Patience. That was what you taught him.
You taught him patience like it was the best thing in the world, calmness, since he always killed people on sight without hesitation. Mikey tried, for your sake. He worked on more negotiations rather than ordering his executives to go on murder sprees, and one of those negotiations happened tonight at the jazz club.
He thought maybe by now, that heâs got the hang of it. But Mikey doesnât know if âpatienceâ was good anymore. How was it as âgoodâ as you said, when because of patience, he lost you.
Mikey waited, and waited, and waited for his chance to get closer to you. To open up to you more than the surface level relationship you two had. He wanted to be a real husband to you, to be your lover.
Maybe calmness wasnât something he should practice anymore. Since you succumbed so easily to what Ran forced on you.
Well, at least you knew heâll kill Ran.
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So I'm imagining a bit of a silly concept, but imagine delivery driver!reader with yanderes Dick and Jason. Like they'll keep ordering from the place reader works in hopes that reader will show up (and she will - your boss got fed up with all the 1 star reviews when anyone other than you shows up) but they act like creeps trying to get you to join in on their movie night or whatever. They totally don't realize they're being creeps, though - this is their darling! They would never scare her! But like reader gets fed up with them "propositioning" her so she has her boss put them on the do not deliver list. The boys are surprised (they knew her boss was sending all those other drivers on purpose! đ), but it's nothing a call to Barbara can't fix (she wants to be an Auntie ASAP - platonic yan Barbara, perhaps?)
It starts with a simple delivery to Wayne Manor, one insignificant package set their sights on you, but could you blame them? That smile when you handed Dick the package, the pretty laugh you let out when Jason said something witty, it wasn't their fault you enamored them with a single meeting, and it didn't help when you delivered their second package, about a week after the first, and remember their names, the audacity to do such a thing and not expect them to fall in love.
Anytime someone other than you shows up they're met with the coldest glares, Dick is short with them, no banter no charm, Jason straight up doesn't speak to anyone that isn't you.
They don't start to get creepy until about week three, that's how long their resolve lasts before Dick is inviting you in for a drink, you must be hot in that uniform of yours, why don't you come inside? It's cool in the manor and he's sure your boss wouldn't miss you for a few minutes.
Jason, to his credit, really does try to be casual about his interest, of course it's anything but casual, he pretends to be working on his bike when you come to get his signature, purposely showing off as he takes his time signing, intense blue eyes staring at you with an intensity that made you sweat. He says a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to work so hard, that you should have someone to take care of you, you grit your teeth biting out a smile as you snatch the tablet back as soon as he finishes signing.
It isn't until your latest delivery do you put them on the do not deliver list, as usual they were together when you rang the doorbell, Dick smiles so brightly at you, you'd think you were delivering the stars in a neatly wrapped box. "Hey (y/n)!" He greets you like a long time friend instead of someone you'd only spoken to a handful of times, "You mind bringing that inside?" He asks the question and despite its oddity, you comply bringing the package inside.
Jason closes the door behind you, causing you to jump, when the hell did he get here?
"Good to see you bunny." He was always calling you pet names, far too intimate for your liking, he smirks before taking the box from your hands, his fingers purposely brushing against yours. "You're like a little messenger fairy."
You choose to ignore him, turning to Dick, you hold out the tablet for him to sign. "We'll get to that in a minute- why don't you sit down for a sec?" He sits on the couch patting the spot beside him. "I gotta get back to my route-"
"it's midnight, you guys stop delivering after midnight right?" Jason speaks up causing you to look at him, he looks way too satisfied with himself, catching you in a lie. Feeling trapped you sit on the couch reluctantly. "What's up?" You ask looking between the two, Jason remains standing his beefy arms crossed across his chest. God he made you uneasy.
"we've noticed how hard you've been working lately and since we're friends-" you don't hide the confusion on your face at the proclamation, "-We figured you could use a break." Dick spoke almost as if he was nervous. "Come on bunny, take a load off." Jason finally sat down sandwiching you between the two.
"or- and hear me out on this one, you sign for your package and I leave?" They share a look before Dick is almost sadly signing the tablet. "Well if you ever wanna just chill or something-"
You don't hesitate you leap off the couch and run out the door, heart slamming so hard in your chest you felt the rumble in your throat.
You thought you'd be done with them after putting their names on your company's do not deliver list, and for about a week you are, until they realize what's going on and collectively lose their minds.
Barbara couldn't stand seeing two of her closest friends so down, so unlike themselves, once they explain the situation to her she's quick to act, understanding their... particular intensity when it came to love, and clearly you'd stolen their hearts, she couldn't stand to see them so upset so she quickly devizes a plan to get you back where you belong.
All it takes is hacking into your company's files to find your route and schedule, it's like child's play to her to set up the meeting, she ordered a shit ton of stuff all for you unbeknownst to you of course, all items you'd need for your upcoming vacation, Bruce had a few private islands for situations just like this one, and it be the perfect place for Dick and Jason to break you in. By the time you left the little slice of paradise, you'd be a perfect little darling.
With a smile too pretty for her deeds, she presses confirm on the order and sends a text to the guys.
"Your Darling is approaching with your order."
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NCT Dream when you accidentally fell asleep on their shoulder.
Mark Lee
It'll be during a late-night talk with his members! It was also a post-concert talk, so you're just there listening to Dreamies be chaotic and loud, and they're kinda draining your energy. (Seriously, how is that they still have energy at this hour.) You wanted to wait for them to finish and you try your best to be patient but your eyes are getting drowsy. Slowly, you didn't noticed that your eyes are closed and you lean against Mark. Mark wouldn't be surprised when you lean on him, probably would tap your head and still continue to yap. When he noticed that you're asleep, he'll hush the Dreamies and tell them that they should call it a night!
Huang Renjun
It happened during your movie night with him! It was during the second movie and as much as you want to stay awake, you can feel yourself sleepy. So when Renjun felt your head on his shoulders. He'll try to call your attention, but you're already in a deep sleep, that's why Renjun would only smile. He lets you rest there, even saying "good night" to you and brushing your hair while he finishes the movie for the two of you.Â
Lee Jeno
It'll be during your commute on the way home! It'll take an hour before you and your boyfriend reached your apartment. But because of the long day you two spent, you couldn't help but feel tired and sleepy. You ended up laying your head on Jeno's shoulders and the next thing you knew, you're in a deep sleep. Jeno wouldn't be surprise and thinks that you're probably too tired. He tries his best to not move too much despite being inside the bus.Â
Lee Donghyuck
You two are just chilling inside the Dreamies dorm. Haechan was talking about something that happened during his trainee days when he felt your head on his shoulders. Haechan would probably think that you're just being clingy so he instinctively leans his head on you, not even stopping his yapping. It took a co-member of his to point out that you're sleeping. "Oh really?" he'll probably still won't move and soon, he'll feel sleepy and eventually you two ended up sleeping in that position.Â
Na Jaemin
It's on a ride on the way home. You two hailed a taxi and during the minutes of silence, Jaemin felt your head on his shoulders. He'll take a small glance and noticed that you're sleeping. He lets out a small smile and is probably exploding internally. Slowly, he'll place his arms around your shoulder so that your position is stable and comfortable throughout the ride.Â
Zhong Chenle
You and Chenle are waiting for the food delivery. It was late night and he suddenly craved for a midnight snack. Despite being sleepy, you agreed with your boyfriend's antics. While waiting, you couldn't help but to stifle a yawn. It'll take a few minutes until Chenle feels your head on his shoulder, you doze off while waiting for the food. Chenle will be a bit surprised but will not move so that you could sleep comfortably. He'll probably wake you up if the food arrived though.Â
Park Jisung
Jisung dropped by your place while you're in the middle of an exam cramming. Being an understanding boyfriend, he just sat next to you while you read your reviewers. Hours of silence shifted when Jisung felt your head on his shoulder. He'll be startled by the sudden action but once he noticed that you're sleeping and your reviewer slid out of your hands, Jisung decided that he'll give you a few minutes to rest. He'll tap your head and gently kisses it before going back to what he was doing. <3
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You hoped that the sounds of the machines beeping around you would have distracted you at some point but it was no use. Constant hours of pain and every hour a nurse coming to check you too see how much you have any improvements on dilation has become more and more annoying.
It was now midnight and the time to finally meet your baby still seemed so far away. You were laid on your side holding on too Evanâs hand as another contraction hit you. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned into to you rubbing your back slowly and giving you kisses on your forehead.
âThere you go baby, itâs almost overâ He said with pity tracing his voice. Evan hated seeing you in any kind of pain at all. He would want nothing more than to give you some kind of relief but even knowing that he wasnât capable of that hurt him even more.
A deep sigh left your lips and you loosened your grip on your husbandâs hands slightly. Tears filled your eyes. The pain became more and more unbearable.
You were already too far in to even have an epidural and it killed you.
âI canât do this anymoreâ you say with your voice shaking as you look up at him.
âYes you can youâre so close just a little while longerâ
As you were about to try and turn on your back you heard a knock at the door . You look up at Evan and you both shared confused looks. You werenât expecting anyone to come by and see you.
He walks over and opens the door and he lets in Maddie, Chimney, Hen, Bobby, Athena, and Eddie.
Maddie gave her brother a quick smile and quickly passed by him making him stumble a little bit and quickly made her way over to you, she didnât waste any time by giving you a hug.
The rest of them followed behind her and each of them giving you hugs and smiles.
âI wasnât expecting you guys hereâ you said with a smile.
âWell once Buck told us you were in labor we had to stop by and wish you good luckâ Hen said . You looked at Buck and raised your eyebrows, you didnât think he was gonna tell them when you went into labor you thought he was gonna surprise them after the fact.
Maddie sat on the edge of the bed and placed one hand on your knee and looked up at you her eyes full of excitement knowing that she will soon become an aunt.
âSo how are you feeling love?â She asked
âThe pain is terrible I just want it to be overâ you say with a sigh.
âI know how you feel girlfriend bringing a whole child into the world isnât easy and you want to know the worst partâ.
You say up even more thinking she was gonna say that there was more pain to come.
âWhat?â
âThey donât have to experience any of this, ainât it crazyâ she said while pointing to all the men in the room. The room erupted with laughter.
After a couple minutes of conversation with everyone and jokes being said the nurse and doctor came in and told them to kindly exit the room because you had to start pushing. They waved goodbye to you and Evan wishing you guys luck.
As soon as they left thatâs when things began to become more serious and fear took over you. You heard so many stories of things that have gone wrong during birth and you were praying for a smooth delivery.
âEvan Iâm scaredâ you said while grabbing his shirt pulling him even closer to you . You didnât want anyone close to you or anyone touching you if it wasnât Evan. He was the only one that could provide you with comfort and stability during this time.
âBabe look at me I promise, you and baby are gonna be fine and nothing will go wrong just listen to doctors and Iâll be right here the whole timeâ. He says wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.
He watches as they place your legs in stirrups. He feels his own self becoming anxious and excited but he tries his best to be the partner that you need.
âOkay on the next contraction you can pushâ the doctor says.
You look up at Evan and he looks back at you with pure love in his eyes. He nods his head at you and places a quick kiss on your cheek and whispers to you âyou can do itâ
When you start to feel the contraction you hunch forward and close your eyes. You hear the doctor counting but your drown it out only focusing on the sweet nothings Evan is whispering too you only for you to hear.
After 2 more pushes the sound of strong cries fill your ears and you open your eyes to see the doctor resting your baby girl on your chest. The nurses quickly try to clean her up, you look up to Evan and see the tears falling from his eyes and big smile on his face.
The baby you guys have been waiting for has finally made her presence and he couldnât be happier.
You place your hand on her back and look down and take in her features and beauty. Evan placed his hand on top of yours and leaned his head on your taking in everything.
He couldnât have been happier. Itâs all he ever wanted.
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Basic Instinct
Pairing:Â Alec McDowell x F. Reader
Summary: You and Alec adapt to the realities of a human/transgenic relationship, especially during your pregnancy.Â
AN: Well, thanks to these lovely souls @winchestergirl2 @sunbeambarbie, and my patrons over on Patreon, Iâm back with more of the Being Human storyverse! This idea could become a series of loose one-shots as I come up with more ideas around this premise (navigating a relationship with a transgenic that hasâŠshall we say, animalistic tendencies).
Also, this is my first entry for Jacklesverse Bingo '24!~ @jacklesversebingo
Prompt: She whispers in his ear, and he breaks into a smile.
Word Count:Â 2.4K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Protective Alec, fluff, elements of scenting, marking/claiming, hint of spice~
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Alec shrugs the snow flurries off his jacket and dusts off his hair. He works past the shiver that accompanies the icy slush running off his head and shoulders, down to his boots.
He doesnât mind the cold in these Seattle winters, but he hates slush. Itâs messy and muddy, and the gray, placid sky doesnât care about how many sectors he has to hit before his run of Jam Pony deliveries are done.
It doesnât care about how he has to spend a few extra moments dragging the soles of his boots across the faded welcome mat into his apartment, but you do. Youâve got a thing about tracking in mud across the wood floors, even if they are already cracked and squeaky in certain places.
He savors the warmth of the living room when he finally gets inside and closes the door behind him.
âHoney, Iâm home,â he calls out tiredly, but with a note of playfulness. He half-expects you to be napping, as you tend to do in the afternoon at this stage of your pregnancy, especially now that the days have gotten so much shorter. Itâs already pitch black outside, looking more like midnight than half past four.
To his surprise, youâre not only awake, but youâre zipping up the purple winter coat he got youâthe one that actually fits you over your rounded belly. Your head raises, and your face brightens to see him as you wrangle your shopping bag over your shoulder.
âHey,â you greet him, adding a kiss when you approach him at the door. âIâll be back in a bit.â
Alec stops you from moving past him with his hands meeting your waist.
âHey, whoa, whereâs the fire?â he asks, his brows furrowing.
âIâm just going to the market. We need a few things. So, you know, we can eat,â you say with a tease of a smile. âYou probably had a long day, so you can shower up and chill if you want. Iâll be right back.â
Alec makes a sound of refusal and doesnât let go of you when you try to keep heading for the door. You raise a brow at him in confusion.
âItâs dark as hell out there. Cold, wet, and muddy, and not to mention crazy traffic with people trying to get home,â he says. âAnd since I just came from that frigid hellscape, Iâm gonna have to insist that you stay here and warm me up.â
His hands begin to sneak under your jacket and sweater layers, and you squeal and squirm a bit as his cold fingers find your skin, teasing your sides. You bite your lip against a smile and push at his chest, no matter how impossible that may be. Alecâs tall, lithe frame might not look particularly strong, but thereâs no moving him once the transgenic plants his feet.
Just like thereâs often no changing his stubborn mind on certain things, youâve noticed, particularly in situations like thisâŠ
âIâll be right back,â you say. âAn hour, tops. Unless you want rice and canned tuna again, we need food.â
Alec pauses, his lips threatening to frown. But in a moment, a decision is made in his mind, and he grabs your bag off your shoulder.
âFine, letâs go,â he says.
You pause, watching him open the door and hold it open for you. You sigh at him, but you adjust your winter hat and slip on your gloves before you step outside. Alec once again locks the door behind him and joins you on the sidewalk, slipping an arm around your waist to guide you snug against his side.
Itâs both affection and protection. You can tell in the way he âcasuallyâ scopes the street, the neighborhood youâve lived in relative peace for the past six months.
Still, he positions himself between you and the road, where a van zips by. It veers widely to avoid a pothole, looking like it might just take the sidewalk curb along with it. Alec tenses for a moment, until the van finally passes.
âPeople are freakinâ crazy in this city,â he says, shaking his head. âJust because the streetlights are more suggestion than lawââ
âAlec, you drive like a maniac,â you point out. He scoffs at you.
âOh, donât even,â you say, cutting him off from whatever smartassed retort he was about to give. âRemember that time you ran into a chicken coop? You came home wearing bird shit and feathers in your hair.â
âOkay, but who keeps live poultry on the corner of a busy four-way intersection?â he grouses. âMake it make sense.â
Although you roll your eyes, itâs hard not to smile at your boyfriendâs antics. You two walk together amiably down to the market while he tells you about his day of deliveries. It weirdly makes you a little jealous. You stopped working after the whole Ames White debacle, when you were kidnapped. (You're still trying to block that traumatic episode out of your memory.)Â
First, it was just a challenge to figure out where you and Alec were going to live. Logan is generous to a fault, but you couldnât take up room in his apartment forever. He did make good on his promise to scope out the safest apartment you two could afford: a walkup on the moderately less skeevy side of town.
Alec hasnât outright tried to ban you from working, but you two agreed that it would be better for you not to return to Jam Pony, both for logistical and safety reasons. Ames White is dead, but the rest of his radical organizationâa damn breeding cultâis too well connected for Alec to want to take any chances. Theyâd likely known where you worked and followed you when you went to Alecâs old apartment that day.
All that aside, however, itâs a simple fact that your poor bladder wonât last five minutes on a bike. Itâs really all you can do to walk to the market. The third trimester hasnât exactly been easy on your body, but Alec hovers close behind you, making sure you choose whatever meat and vegetables you want, regardless of the price.
âHey, theyâve got turkey. Thatâs new,â he says, grabbing a large bird off the row of hanging poultry. The smell of its rawness triggers a bubble of nausea, making you turn your face away and cover your nose and mouth with a sound of disgust.
Alec quickly holds it away from you, but he has the guy running the kiosk bag it up for him. You stop him with a hand on his arm.
âThatâs too expensive,â you whisper to him in warning, your eyes widening. Alec gives you an easy smile.
âSweetheart, if thereâs one thing you and the baby need right now, itâs protein,â he reasons. âI was planning on picking up some extra shifts this week anyway.â
He gives the man the money without a second thought. You donât know whether to frown, or shed pitiful tears when he does stuff like that. Youâre still not altogether used to it, having someone who takes care of you for a change. Youâve spent most of your life doing that part yourself.
When Alec turns back around, grinning all proud as a peacock at the good deal he got and the haul he has slung in the bag over his shoulder, his expression falls at seeing the tears in your eyes.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asks, touching your arm. You shake your head with a smile.
âNothing,â you sniff and wipe at your face. âGoddamn hormones.â
Alec smirks, but before he can tease you, a broad frame knocks into you from behind. It wouldâve sent you to the ground hard if Alecâs reflexes hadnât been quicker. His arms come around you, firm but gentle as he rights you. He glances behind him and bristles with anger, his spine stiff and his body taut. You rarely see that kind of sharpness in his eyes.
Theyâre gentler when they turn to you.Â
âYou okay?â he asks with furrowed brows of concern. You have to catch a winded breath, but you nod, meeting his eyes. He doesnât let go of you until you get your balance back.
Then, his gaze flicks up to the man who bowled you over. He stands at the same kiosk Alec got the turkey from. Meathead is trying to buy the last one.
âAlec,â you warn.
âIâll just be a second,â he says. You reach for his arm and try to tell him that youâre fine, but itâs like a switch has been flipped inside him, narrowing his gaze. He slips out of your grasp and leaves you with the bag of groceries.
âDamn it,â you mutter.
Not even a minute later, Alec swings a quick, exacting fist. You wince as the larger man nearly breaks his jaw on the pavement.
You canât help but giggle and try to squirm away as he noses along your throat. It tickles. His arms are a loose, comfortable embrace in the familiar peace of your bed. Youâre swathed by pillows and warm blankets while Alec is tucked along your side. His long legs bend at a slight angle with his knees brushing your thigh.
âWould you stop already?â you say, swatting his thigh. You feel his smirk against your skin.
âHowâre my girls doing?â he asks. You chuckle. He was a bit stunned at first to find out that youâre having a girl. You thought he mightâve been hoping for a boy, easier for him to connect with someday. But the way he dotes on you sometimes, now, you can already tell heâs going to spoil your daughter rotten.
âWeâre good,â you reply.
He sighs and settles in comfortably against you. This is your favorite thing, and you think itâs his too. After a long day, itâs your time to just rest and be with each other, either watching TV or catching up about the day. Itâs everything and nothing at all.
Eventually, his voice interrupts the quiet again.
âYou smell different, you know.â
You quirk a brow at that one. âWhat do you mean?â
When he shakes his head, you feel the tickle of his hair under your ear.
âHmm, I dunno. Earthy, I guess,â he says. âPregnant.â
You have to laugh. âI smell pregnant? Not sure if thatâs a compliment.â
âOh, it is,â he nods. His lips press a line of tantalizing kisses down your throat and collarbone. You smile and curl up a hand to sink your fingers into his hair, gently massaging his head.
Itâs taken you some time to figure out exactly what a transgenic is, exactly, and youâve come to realize that all of them are spliced with a little something special. Each and every one of them, from Alec and Max, to Joshua and the others who live in Terminal Cityâwhether they look human or not, theyâre unique in some way. It gives them certainâŠtraits. Ones that betray the animal DNA they were partially created with.
As the events of this afternoon replay in your mind, your smile begins to slip.
âThat was too much today, at the market,â you tell him, now that heâs calm. âWhat happened there?â
Alec stills.
âNothing, justâŠyou didnât hear him. The guy was a smartass,â he says.
âWhat, couldnât handle a taste of your own medicine?â you quip, but you squeeze his arm gently. It rests above the swell of your belly. âNo, it was more than that.â
His jaw clenches; a telltale sign that he knows exactly what youâre talking about, even if he doesnât want to answer you. You turn your head and scooch back a little so you can see his face better. His playfulness is long gone, but he meets your gaze.
âI thinkâŠâ you whisper in his ear, tapping his arm with a finger, âthat you have a bit of wolf in your cocktail. Not as much as Joshua, obviously, but still.â
Alec blinks in surprise, and he breaks into a smile.
âOh, really? What gives you that idea?â he asks.
âDo you want the list chronologically or alphabetically?â you say. Alec rolls his eyes, but you level him with a wry look. âSense of smell. Excessive protectivenessââ
âExcessive?â Alec raises a brow.
âNot to mention the biting, Count Dracula,â you finish, gesturing with a smile at the back of your neck. Thereâs a mark there that he refuses to let fade away.
Now, he becomes sheepish. His plush lips form a bit of a pout.
âI thought you liked that,â he says, his eyes glinting with mischief. You reach out a hand to cup his cheek.
âOh, itâs hot as hell,â you tease back. You draw him in, guiding his face to yours for a slow kiss, simmering with heat.
âBut itâsâŠpossessive,â you say, after you break from him. Your words are a mere whisper in the small space between your faces. âLike youâre claiming me.â
The green in Alecâs eyes have darkened a touch. They roam your face.
âWell, youâre mine, arenât you?â he asks. But his tone is deceptive. Itâs anything but a question.
Your lips curve into a smile. You thumb at his chin.
âYeah,â you reply.
Alecâs hand slides up your neck to cup your cheek, guiding you to him this time as he claims you in a more devouring kiss. He steals your breath, over and over, plying you with his tongue and with the weight of his body wrapping around you. He moves you gently onto your side and swipes your hair out of the way, so he can kiss his way down your neck.
He stops for a moment at that mark, where he grazes over the sensitive flesh with a hint of teeth. You shudder. Hot tingles run down your spine, pluming warmth and wetness between your legs.
âAlec,â you breathe, almost on a gasp. You feel him already hard and ready, pressed against you.
âI got you, sweetheart.â
His voice is smooth in your ear, but youâve known him long enough to hear his need. It echoes your own. You take his hand and begin to lead him where you want him, all while he buries his face into your neck and inhales your sweet, familiar scent.
âAlways,â he says.
AN:Â Short and sweet, but I had fun revisiting the Being Human world. I'd love to dip back in again someday! Until then, I hope you enjoy! đ
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Be My Baby
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ËË°âą*ââ· pairing: florence pugh x fem!reader
ËË°âą*ââ· warnings: MINORS DNI (18+), smut, reader receiving, fingering, reader starts story married to a cis man!, cheating
ËË°âą*ââ· description: (inspired by florenceâs new shoot with vogue and set in the mid-to-late 1900s), after moving to the suburbs for a quieter life, your next door neighbor turns out to be a sweet surprise. infatuated by her personality, you make it your mission to get to know her better, even if that means breaking the rules.
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A thinly paved road and bushels of trees flew past on either side of the car. Being away from the city was a dream at last, as you had begged your husband for years at the opportunity. Now, he had the chance and he took it.
It was just as you had pictured it; perfectly wooded with plenty of neighbors around to keep you company. Your husband would work in the city, which was about an hour drive, but it was what you asked for with easy living.
As you neared the end of the road, you passed a large house coming up on the right. The sharp home was white with plenty of wood finishes. It seemed to fit just right in front of the trees.
Just like you remembered, your house was the last on the road and it looked just like the pictures you had seen in the mail. The accents of stone and black trim were to die for, and you knew the inside would be an even better satisfaction.
The car pulled into the driveway and it stopped with a squeak. The smile on your face could not be disguised. Your husband opened his own door but regretted not opening yours as well. Your smile faded as you helped yourself out of the car.
âWell, I hope it is everything youâve dreamed of because I spent a pretty penny on it.â Even the sound of his voice repulsed you more than you could ever imagine.
Truthfully, this was all for you. You knew that getting the dream house you wanted allowed you to be in peace for most days. Your husband traveled for a living which left you in solitude to your heart's content.
When you walked into the house, boxes of your belongings littered the floor. The movers had gotten there the day before you and dropped everything off. The only thing put together was your bed, thank goodness.
âHopefully this can all be unpacked by the morning, I need to leave tomorrow early for the airport,â your husband said.
âSo soon?â you asked with an undertone of happiness.
He shot you a glare. âYes, so soon. I couldnât imagine you would understand.â
And so, the night was spent listening to records on vinyl after you were able to find the turntable, while each of you made a silent effort to unpack your life. By about midnight each of you called it quits and decided to go to bed.
Your bed felt just like it always had, but with a new view. Your eyes fluttered shut as you watched the tall pine trees dance in the breeze swooping by. How lovely it was to finally be surrounded by nature.
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By morning your husband had already left with no trace but a simple note at your bedside that read âcar delivery this afternoon. I will see you later.â
Later. Later could mean anything, so you anticipated hours or even days that he could be gone. Without a car until the afternoon left you stranded at home with no food, which seemed just like him.
You stumbled out of bed and threw your green, silk robe around you as you shivered. You nearly jumped at the sight in front of you in the mirror. The move had clearly been rough, with your disheveled hair and mascara smudges painted under your eyes. Luckily, with the unpacking you did last night you had just enough collected to take a shower and make yourself more presentable.
You made your way into your new bathroom that was covered with baby pink tile, along with a toilet and bathtub to match. You reached for the dial in the shower, but just before you were able to turn the water on you heard the doorbell ring. You waited a moment just in case you misheard, but it rang again.
Living in a new place called for precautions because you did not know what you would find behind the front door. You hoped for the car delivery, but you assumed that was slim.
You approached the door and peaked out the window beside it; no car. You walked closer to the door and jumped when the doorbell rang again.
âHello?â a sweet voice spoke from the other side of the door. A woman.
Your chest became a bit lighter when you realized it was a woman. You wrapped your robe tighter around you since you did not know exactly what to expect when you opened the door.
The lock snapped to the left with a pop and you opened the door to reveal a blonde haired woman.
âGood morning! Oh, Iâm sorry if I woke you up!â she exclaimed.
âYou didnât wake me, itâs no problem at all,â you responded.
You felt severely underdressed standing in front of her. She was wearing a light blue dress with white trim and shoes to match. Her hair was cut shorter but you could see the curls that were meticulously curved above her forehead. You became very distracted by the way she presented herself and the pretty smile she had.
âI saw you get in last night and thought I would just bring something over for you from my family. My husband and I live in the house on the right through the trees.â You looked in the direction she was pointing and it turned out to be the house you noticed when on the road last night.
âOh my, well thank you very much, I appreciate that!â Your new neighbor handed you the glass dish of food. âMy name is y/n y/l/n, itâs nice to meet you.â You held out your hand for her to shake.
âMy name is Florence Pugh, itâs wonderful to meet you. Itâs nice to have a friendlier face around here, most of the women Iâve met have been absolute vultures, but I can tell that weâll get along just right,â she giggled and it warmed your heart.
âI appreciate you coming and introducing yourself to me. Iâm new to the area and donât know a soul, so having some company around here will be so lovely,â you expressed.
âAnything, my dear. Well, I best get back home and leave you to your day.â
You hesitated to protest her departure. âWell, my husband travels for work and Iâm not sure when he will be back, so if youâre not up to anythingâŠâ
âIâll be back in an hour to help unpack!â she said.
âYouâre too kind, I appreciate you, and this food,â you laughed.
âItâs no problem at all! Iâll see you in a flash!â
She was gone just like she had come and you couldnât help but watch her leave. The flow of her dress rocked back and forth with her hips and her hair bounced as she walked.
You went back inside and tried to resume as you were. You put the food in the fridge and tried to contain your excitement for the dinner you would be having.
That day, Florence came back over and helped you unpack for the rest of the night. You shared your stories with one another and laughed until your stomachs hurt. A real friendship began to blossom between the two of you, which helped with your boredom.
A couple months went by and your husband had been back to the house a couple times before traveling again for work, and Florence never left your side. You saw your friend almost each day and adored every second spent together. She made your world feel less lonely just by being there.
One morning while your husband was gone, of course, you decided to take a walk over to Florenceâs house to see her. You noticed her husband stomping to his car with a look that could kill. He got in the car and drove away with only dust behind him. You tried to stay hidden until he was down the road, then you approached their house.
You knocked on the door and heard footsteps hurrying towards you. She opened the door and she was crying.
âOh Flossie, whatâs the matter? Is everything alright?â
She sniffed and wiped away her tears. âYes, Iâm alright.â
âYouâre not alright and you know it.â You slid inside past her, closed the door, and took her hand while dragging her over to the couch. âTell me whatâs wrong.â
âWeâre just having marital problems, thatâs all. Just a rough patch.â
âYouâve seemed off the last couple weeks, so I wouldnât say itâs all marital problems,â you said.
You poured the two of you a glass of white wine and brought out your box of cigarettes, offering one to Florence as well.
âY/n, itâs 8 in the morning, we canât drink yet!â
âSays who?â you smiled, which made Florence smile back.
The two of you talked for a couple hours and Florence poured her heart out to you, all of it that she could at least. She explained the indifferences between her and her husband, as well as her own personal indifferences.
You placed your hand on top of hers and squeezed it. âIâm sorry you have to do that all on your own,â you said.
âBelieve me, you being here helps more than you will ever know.â Florence smiled at you, her kind eyes meeting yours and getting lost in each other.
She had been looking at you longer than anticipated, but you couldnât seem to look away. Florence looked from your eyes to your lips; back and forth, and back and forth.
Before you could control either one of your impulses, each of you were leaning in close, meeting each other in the middle. Her lips found yours so easily and you closed your eyes. You couldnât believe the comfort and softness you felt for her, even in this unexpected moment.
You were so wrapped up in the moment that you hadnât realized what was actually happening. Florence seemed to gain consciousness the same time as you and you both pulled away quickly.
âI- Iâm so sorry y/n, I donât know what overcame me!â Florence said frantically.
âPlease, donât apologize, Flossie, itâs alright. Just calm down.â
Florence was pacing around the room, anxiously picking at her hands not knowing what to do. âThis is so unlike me, Iâm so sorry,â she kept apologizing.
âFlorence!â you tried to get her attention. âItâs alright, I promise. No harm done.â
You grabbed her hands so she would start to calm down a bit. You smiled at her to reassure her that all was well.
âI believe you then,â Florence smiled. âYou better be going, Iâm sure you have things to do.â
âWhen do I ever have things to do?â you laughed.
âWell, you knowâŠâ
You could tell that one way or another, Florence was trying to make you leave, so you decided to go ahead and go before she kicked you out.
âYouâre right⊠I should get going. Iâll see you later on, Flossie. You take care of yourself, you hear?â She nodded in response and you left her standing in the middle of the living room.
As you got home, you felt confused and disoriented as to what happened. You had to admit, you didnât hate it, but you knew it was wrong. You both had husbands and you were both⊠women. Even with the doubts and differences in your mind, you couldnât stop thinking about it.
Florence didnât leave your mind all night, or for several days for that matter. You figured you were better off leaving the two of you with some space after what happened. Florence was clearly shook up about it and you didnât want to push her. You wanted her to come to you first; and thatâs exactly what she did.
One day, a couple weeks after the incident between you and Florence, you had just finished up cleaning the kitchen and vacuuming the house, so you decided to hop in the shower to clean up.
It happened almost the same as it started between the two of you. Before you had the opportunity to shower, your doorbell rang. You answered it to find Florence waiting for you.
âHello, I thought I would stop by and see how youâre doing, but I can see that youâre busy-â
âFlossie, please donât go,â you begged.
Florence stopped before she could leave. âIâve missed thatâ âFlossie.ââ
âIâve missed you,â you smiled. âCome in.â The two of you made your way to the couch and sat down.
âIâm sorry I havenât been by, Iâve just been⊠thinking a lot and I just feel bad for that day.â
âPlease, donât apologize anymore,â you told her. âIt was just something silly in the moment, it meant nothing.â
Florenceâs head dropped and she looked down at her hands. âRight, it meant nothing.â
You looked at her and saw the sadness that she expressed. You took her hand and she looked back at you.
âUnless⊠it did mean something?â you asked. Instead of sadness, her eyes were hopeful, just like yours.
âI know itâs not right, but I canât seem to help it. I canât stop thinking about you,â Florence said.
It was more forced this time, much more indeed. Florence crashed herself into you, knocking you down on your back against the couch. These two weeks left you hungry for each other, leaving you starved and grabbing for anything you could touch.
Her hands grasped your blushed cheeks, your tangled hair, and the spaces of your neck. You held her flush against your body, not wanting this secret moment to end.
Each of you couldnât stop yourself, which is how you found yourself in the position of your robe being taken off. Your body was exposed to the brisk air, but you didnât seem to mind.
There was no time for Florence to get a good look at you because she was too busy touching every part of you. She was quick to drag her hand down your front half and stopping down before your stomach.
Hesitation was not an option because you both knew you may never get this moment again if anyone were to find out. Without thinking, Florence drew her fingers through your center which caused you to squirm.
You let her do whatever she desired with you simply because she was Florence. Part of you had waited for this moment, but another part was taken by surprise that it was happening at all.
She began rubbing her fingers all through your cunt. It didnât seem to matter what she did to you, your body was completely euphoric.
Florenceâs fingers rubbed circles on your clit while you cried out of pleasure. You had never felt anything that had been quite of this measure, and you didnât think you ever would again.
She picked up the pace while her lips were still all over your face and body. You couldnât stop moving and reacting to the touch you were receiving from her, so Florence had to take matters into her own hands.
She barred down and put her weight on your body, preventing you from squirming too much.
âItâs so cute how much you move under me,â Florence said, turning your cheeks hot. Her words didnât help you move any less.
You could feel yourself getting closer, as it didnât take much for you to relinquish yourself to her completely.
âFlossie, I think Iâm-â you tried to get out.
âI know, my dear. You can do it,â she whispered to you.
All it took was her words and the gentle but hot kiss she left by your ear that did you in. Your moans could be heard loudly over Sam Cooke who was playing from the turntable across the room.
You felt in a daze as your high came to a close, and all you could see now were the hazy eyes of Florence staring back at you. She rubbed the side of your face and swiped the hair out of your face.
You sat up out of surprise. âI canât believe that just happened.â
âMe neither,â Florence giggled.
You stood up and got your footing before looking at Florence. She looked so naturally ethereal with the white pleated dress she had on, along with her messy royal looking hair. She stared at you and covered her mouth with her hand, laughing at you.
âWhatâs the matter?â you smiled.
âI didnât even realize I did that much damage.â
You walked over to the mirror and gasped. There were dozens of lipstick marks all over your face and chest.
You smiled at her in the mirror. âThat only means you have to help me clean it all up again.â
You took Florenceâs hand and pulled her towards the bathroom while a trail of each of your clothes littered the hallway.
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food as the love language prompts, part 1
hey guys! this is a various prompt lists about food/baking/cooking. feel free to rb this list, use it in your stories and like this post. no credit necessary <3 enjoy your writing!
character a makes character's b favorite meal after a long day (at work, at school, etc)
going to the local farmer's market to get their food
making their groceries together
doing the groceries list
surprising the other with their favorite treat
trying a new recipe (could be a total success or a total fail)
sharing a family recipe with each other
trying a recipe from another country
making a birthday cake
stopping by a chocolate shop
memorizing the other's coffee shop order (and surprising them with it)
owning a bakery/chocolate shop/coffee shop
character a is a barista and character b is a regular client. character a has character b's order memorize and they write their number on their cup one day
going on a farm/orchard to pick up their own fresh fruits and/or vegetables
making bread together
attending a banquet
going to a special dinner event (e.g. medieval times)
ordering some take-out or delivery from their favorite restaurant while having a movie night or a night in their living room while watching tv
sharing a box of chocolates
eating their favorite chocolate bar
doing the breakfast
making a lunch
making the dinner
baking some pies
doing a weird shaped food (e.g. using a cookie cutter with a special shape)
making some pancakes or waffles
doing a breafast in bed
eating some ice cream in a parlor
sharing the ice cream pot they have in the freezer and having a small talk
going on a fishing trip and eating the fish from it
making some smore's in front of the bonfire
going to a local food festival
listing their favorite recipes to make a cook book about it
almost burning the kitchen or the whole house because of a recipe gone wrong
character a comes back home to a very good smell while character b is cooking something
waking up in the middle of the night for a midnight snack
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The Best Gift Hampers in Dubai - Gift Dubai Online
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Online Flowers | Cakes | Gifts Delivery In Al Hofuf | Same Day Delivery
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Ever wondered what made Wolfman Jack such an unforgettable voice on the airwaves? Known for his gravelly voice and eccentric personality, Wolfman Jack wasn't just a DJ; he was a cultural phenomenon.
Born Robert Weston Smith in 1938, he crafted his Wolfman persona by blending rock 'n' roll with a wild, energetic delivery that captivated listeners across the United States. His broadcasts in the 1960s and 1970s were an eclectic mix of music, humor, and theatrics, making him a beloved figure in the radio world.
One of the keys to Wolfman Jack's success was his ability to connect with his audience. He made listeners feel like they were part of an exclusive club, with his late-night shows providing a soundtrack for their adventures. His distinctive howl and playful banter set him apart from other DJs of the time.
Wolfman Jack's influence extended beyond radio. He appeared in films like "American Graffiti" (1973), where he played himself, cementing his place in pop culture history. His television appearances on shows like "Midnight Special" in the 1970s brought his dynamic style to a broader audience, proving his versatility as an entertainer.
His unique style wasn't just about the music; it was about the experience. Wolfman Jack's shows were an audio journey, filled with surprises and a sense of spontaneity that kept listeners coming back for more. Whether he was spinning the latest hits or sharing amusing anecdotes, his charisma and enthusiasm were infectious.
Wolfman Jack's legacy lives on as a symbol of the golden age of radio. His innovative approach and larger-than-life persona paved the way for future generations of broadcasters, ensuring that his howl will echo in the annals of radio history forever. He continued to influence the airwaves until his death in 1995, leaving behind an indelible mark on the industry.
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â„đđ§BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
ê„đđ§ (SYNOPSIS): Wooyung decides to surprise you on your birthday...twice!
ê„đđ§ (PAIRING): Idol!Wooyoung x gn!reader
ê„đđ§ (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. established relationship. a sprinkle of angst. sfw.
ê„đđ§ (WARNINGS): just lots and lots of fluff. wooyoung is whipped for you.
ê„đđ§ (WORD COUNT): 1.4k
ê„đđ§ (A/N): HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINNIE @nebulousbrainsoup!! I hope you have the most amazing day ahead!! <3 I'm honeslty super super thankful to have met you, and it honestly makes me go đđđ when I look back at how far we've come in the last year (from being moots to being friends and you becoming a super important person to me). I love you so much and I hope you enjoy reading this lil wooyo floof!!
âHi, love,â Wooyoungâs voice greets you warmly as the video call connects. In the background, the bustling activity of the other ATEEZ members winding down after their schedules in Japan is evident.
âHi, Woo!â you reply, mustering a sleepy smile. Youâd been woken by the vibrating of your phone and were about to turn it off when you realised who was calling you.
Upon hearing your voice, the ATEEZ members divert their attention to Wooyoungâs phone, their faces breaking into wide smiles upon recognizing who he was talking to.
âLook whoâs here!â San exclaims excitedly, leaping over a couch to join Wooyoung. âHappy birthday!â
His cheerful words are echoed by the rest of the members, prompting Wooyoung to playfully complain about being beaten to the punch in wishing you.
âYou shouldâve wished them at midnight like I did,â Yeosang teases his friend, while Seonghwa smoothly intercepts the phone from him. âHappy birthday! Did this troublemaker wake you up? Itâs probably super early where you are.â He frowns, trying to mentally calculate what time it is for you. âYouâre like⊠more than half a day behind us, arenât you?â
You grin at Seonghwaâs remark. âItâs all good; I needed to be up early anyway.â
âWhyâs that? Isnât it the weekend?â Yunho interjects, leaning in next to Seonghwa so that his face is visible to you.
âYour exams are done, so you can sleep in today! Itâs your birthday after all,â Mingi adds, appearing on Seonghwaâs other side.
âIâm going out with friends for the day,â you explain.
âGIMME MY PHONE!!!â Wooyoungâs voice echoes through the screen, causing the other boys to flinch at the volume; you can also hear Hongjoong admonishing him to lower his voice. After a flurry of movement, Wooyoung reappears on the screen, having left the room. âSorry about that. So, what else are you gonna do today?â
âIâm not sure honestly, my friends have a lot planned today, so Iâm probably going to be with them for the rest of the day.â
âI wish I were there,â he sighs wistfully. Finding a table to perch on, Wooyoung hops onto it, yelping when it wobbles. You shake your head at his antics, cautioning him to be careful.
âIâm sorry I canât be there for your birthday, love,â Wooyoungâs voice carries a hint of melancholy.
âItâs okay, honestly. I wasnât there for your birthday either. Even though I tried to get a couple of days off from uni to go see you in Seoul,â you reply, offering him a reassuring smile. âWhen you come back here in a few weeks, we can go out and celebrate both our birthdays. Or stay in to do that. I wouldnât mind either.â
âLetâs do that.â
Just then, the doorbell rings, and you frown in confusion; you arenât been expecting anyone this early. Your friends had told you to be ready by 10, which is almost 4 hours away. Making small talk with Wooyoung, you head to the door to see whoâs at the door.
âThereâs a delivery for you,â the man at the door announces, presenting you with a beautiful bouquet of red geraniums, pink ranunculus, and white gardenias. Along with it, he hands you a small box from your favorite bakery.
Taking the gifts inside, you eagerly look through the bouquet for a card, your eyes lighting up with joy when you find one. Lost in the moment, you momentarily forget about Wooyoung, unaware of the silence that had fallen over the call.
My dearest,
Happy Birthday! Words fail to express just how thankful I am for your existence. Iâm sorry that I canât celebrate your day with you in person today, but I hope this small gesture can bring you even a fraction of the joy you bring into my life.
With this bouquet, I wanted to convey the depths of my love and admiration for you. Each day, I am profoundly grateful that fate brought us together, even if it began with the clumsy spill of coffee on your favorite white hoodie (my sincerest apologies for that). I wouldnât change it for the world because it gave me the greatest gift of my life: you.
Please enjoy your day to the fullest and celebrate yourself! I hope you can feel the love Iâm sending from across the ocean.
Yours, always,
Wooyoung
P.S. Iâve also included assorted cupcakes from your beloved bakery!
Unbeknownst to you, tears well up in your eyes and a single droplet cascades down your cheek, landing softly on the card. Startled, you brushed the tear away, your gaze shifting to Wooyoungâs face on your phone screen.
âI love you,â you manage to say, too choked up to say anything else.
A warm smile spreads across Wooyoungâs face. âI love you too, tears and all.â
âYouâre so unserious,â you teased, mustering a laugh despite the tears. âBut thank you for this. It truly made my day.â
âNow, what are you waiting for?â Wooyoungâs playful tone fills the air once more. âLight a candle on that cupcake so I can serenade you with the best performance of âHappy Birthdayâ that youâve ever heard.â
A sudden clatter startles you awake, pulling you from the depths of slumber. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you wonder about the source of the noise, your mind still foggy with sleep. A muttered curse sends a jolt of apprehension through you â you are supposed to be alone. Quietly, you slip out of bed, reaching for your pepper spray and phone, prepared for the worst.
To your surprise, the intruder in the kitchen isnât a stranger. Instead, you find a familiar black-haired figure rummaging through the refrigerator.
âWooyoung?â you call out, lowering your defenses as you recognized the figure.
Caught off guard by your presence, Wooyoung jumps at the sound of your voice, accidentally bumping his head in the process.
âOuch, love, why did you have to scare me like that?â Wooyoung pouts, massaging the back of his head as he turns to face you. His expression shifts from playful to apprehensive as he registers your presence.
âWell?â you prod, curious about his unexpected appearance in your kitchen considering heâs supposed to be in Japan and not in your kitchen. âWhat are you doing?â
âI was attempting to whip up some pancakes, but I seem to have botched it,â he confesses sheepishly, presenting the thin batter that fails to resemble pancake mix. âI may have gone overboard with the milk, and it appears weâre fresh out of pancake mixâŠâ
âI do have more in the pantry, actually,â you chuckle at his bashful smile, handing him the unopened box. âWhat brings you here, though? Werenât you supposed to return to Seoul later tomorrow?â
âI might have sweet-talked manager-nim into letting me come to see you earlier,â he confesses, pouring a cup of mix into the bowl and muttering a small âyayâ as it reaches the perfect consistency. âI couldnât make it in time for your birthday, though. I had to take a connecting flight from LA, and then the drive was kinda long...â
âIâm not complaining. Now that youâre here, Iâm not planning on letting you go,â you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into the warmth of his neck from behind.
âThat doesnât sound too bad, honestly,â he says with a smile, turning around in your embrace and gently rubbing his nose against your cheek before placing a tender kiss there. Unable to resist any longer, he leans in and plants a playful kiss on your lips. You canât help but giggle as Wooyoung lifts you onto the counter, his hand tracing over your thighs.
âI missed you so much,â he murmurs against your lips, playfully nipping at them. Then, with a teasing flick of his tongue over your bottom lip, he pulls away and gestures toward the dining table. âGo sit down, or Iâll never finish breakfast.â
âHey, itâs not my fault you canât resist me,â you tease, playfully dodging when he attempts to catch you.
âThe pancake is burning, you goof. Go rescue it,â you point toward the kitchen, hoping heâd heed your words.
Wooyoung shoots you a playful glare, torn between saving the pancake and indulging in a tickle fight. Duty wins over mischief, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he hurries off.
âI hope you know that Iâm not letting this go so easily,â he calls back with a mischievous grin.
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ELYSIAN â«
04. Take a risk?
Vulnerability is a demanding feat for Scara.
In fact, vulnerable Scara is a privilege not many have seen. He does not allow himself to slip through the harsh mold he sculpted for himself.
So imagine the bewilderment on your face upon finding your dear friend lying in the comfort of your bed, face down on the once perfectly, cushioned pillows, with his phone sitting atop the edge.
You inched closer before settling near his sleeping frame.
Scara has not changed. His purple hair retained its fluff, while some strands draped over his closed eyes. He looked at easeâso different from how he usually presents himself.
Years have passed since youâve last seen him in person, but this was not the reunion you were expecting. Instead, you anticipated a snarky Scara, complaining about your overpacking skills while undermining your decision-making abilities before force-feeding you his favorite Inazuman cuisine as a show of hospitality.
How wrong you were.
Because this was a better sight.
âWhat are you doing?â Scaraâs eyes flung wide open.
Shit.
You cleared your throat, before standing up and feigning ignorance at your earlier actions, âDhouldnât I be asking you that question? I entered the room to see you sound asleep in my perfectly made-bed with your outside clothes on.â
âI donât even know what happened,â he responded while rubbing his eyes and tousling his hair.
What a domestic scene.
âGet out of my bed. You messed it up.â
âYouâll live,â Scara responded as he removed himself from your bed before spotting Bambi lying on the spacious couch across the room with his favorite stuffed bunny neatly wrapped around his feet. Scara pointed at your cat, âYou actually brought him?â
âWhy wouldnât I?â
He shrugged, âBecause youâre an awful cat owner.â
You threw the perfectly cushioned pillow at his face, âBe careful with your words.â
The light thud of the pillow landing on the floor after hitting his face, roused your once asleep rag doll. Immediately, Scara sat next to Bambi, expecting your cat to sit on his lap, ready to be petted. But you knew better, Bambi despised affectionâor so you thought, because your cat gladly took Scara up on that offer and made himself comfortable.
You scoffed at the scene while Scara smirked at your reaction, âIt seems Bambi still likes me more than you.â
You rolled your eyes, âHeâs probably the only entity in this world to tolerate your cocky ass.â
âMy fans would beg to differ.â
You decided to humor him, âYeah, Iâm sure theyâd get down on their knees for you.â
âThey better.â
âI hate this conversation.â
He chuckled slightly, catching you off-guard, still in disbelief that you were in the same proximity as him, bantering as always as if distance was never an issue.
âYou started it,â he said before grabbing his phone, âSo what do want to eat?â
âWhat? Itâs twelve in the morning, arenât you leaving?â
He scratched his head, âOh, should I go?
No. I missed hanging out with you.
Yes. Iâm exhausted.
I donât know? But I have questions you need to answer.
Fuck it. âI want a bowl of Shimi Chazuke.â
His face brightened up, âOh, thatâs my favorite.â
I know. âWhat a surprise.â
He continued to scroll on his phone, dedicated on scouring the internet for his favorite midnight snack, âThereâs one restaurant open for delivery. Even betterâitâs ten minutes away,â He glanced back at you, âAnything else?â
You shook your head, âAyaka and Thoma already spoiled me today.â
Not only did they feed you, but Ayaka gave you an âInazuman goodie bag.â You have yet to open it.
âThe food should be here in thirty minutes.â
That should be enough timeâŠ
You hummed at his words and made yourself comfortable on the bed with a pillow resting on your chest acting as support for your arms as you scroll through your phone before saying, âThen while we wait, do want to finally explain why you brought me here?â
You glimpsed at your friend. Scara froze for a second before shifting his posture on the couch, âStraight to the point?â
You nodded, âWhy not? That was part of our âdeal,â right?â
Scara recalled your conversation.
You found it strange how he kept fidgeting and adjusting in his seat while holding your rag doll like a stress toy. Youâre aware of Scaraâs sporadic generosity, but was he up to?
Finally, he cleared his throat, âAre you willing to take a risk?â
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IâM SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES
i donât like this chapter, but i hope you do?
i had another non written alternative for this one saved in my drafts, but it felt unnatural, so i scrapped it
next chapter is the last written chapter for a while
shimi chazuke is scaraâs special food
Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the mediaâs relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, youâre forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this wonât affect your reputation once more, would it?
Scaramouche x fem!reader
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