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eliana Kalogera, x femreader x Noah
"Unspoken Confessions"
It’s a cozy evening at Eliana's apartment. The three of you, Eliana, Noah, and you, are lounging on the couch after a night out. The air is thick with the comfortable silence that comes from being around people you trust. The dim lights, soft music playing in the background, and the warmth from the fireplace set the perfect mood.
Noah, ever the tease, is sprawled across the other end of the couch, half-smirking as he catches you glancing at Eliana. Eliana, always a little mysterious, sits close to you, her shoulder brushing against yours, sending a thrill through you.
"You’re acting a little... distracted," Noah says with a grin, catching you in the act of looking at Eliana. His voice is playful, but there's a glint in his eyes that suggests he’s sensing something more.
Eliana raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She leans in just a little, so close you can smell her perfume—a mix of jasmine and something sweet. "Careful, Noah," she teases, her voice low and velvety. "You might not want to encourage them."
Noah chuckles, his gaze flicking between you two. “I’m just saying, I think the tension is palpable.”
You bite your lip, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. The playful banter and flirtation have been building all night, and now it feels like the air around you is crackling.
Eliana’s fingers brush against yours, almost accidentally, but you both know it’s not. Her touch lingers for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “What do you think?” she asks softly, her voice nearly a whisper, though her eyes are full of daring curiosity.
You take a deep breath, heart pounding. This feels different, somehow. More intimate. More… real. The space between you two shrinks as Eliana shifts closer, her lips dangerously close to your ear.
Noah watches intently, amusement dancing in his eyes as he takes a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving the two of you. He’s not intervening yet, letting this moment play out, clearly enjoying the little game.
Finally, Eliana tilts her head, her lips brushing lightly against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “You know,” she murmurs, her words wrapping around you like a spell, “there are ways to make all this tension go away…”
You can't help but let out a soft laugh, though it’s mixed with a breathless exhale. "What do you mean?"
Eliana’s fingers gently trace the back of your hand, her touch both delicate and possessive. "I think you know exactly what I mean."
Noah shifts closer too, his playful smirk replaced by something more intense, as if he's waiting for something to unfold. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken words and electric anticipation.
Umm can we get a jj fic that's just making out while a movie plays in the background...? Like a makeout sesh not leading to anything...?
I love your writing and think you could make it so cute...😊😊
Author's Notes: It was hard for me to pick a movie, but I ended up picking one that I thought fit for JJ, and is a personal favourite (also shout out season 2 for the lil' homage) If this was your request I hope you love it. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you xoxoxoxo
Warnings: Brief mentions of Maybank home life, Otherwise fluffy! Just kissing, and touching.
Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
Slow. JJ Maybank could do slow. He could be the King of taking things slow. He could keep his hands to himself and keep his....in his pants for as long needed, if that's she wanted. He would be the most gentlemanly Pogue to ever walk the Outer Banks.
It was their Friday night routine. A movie at her house, too many snacks and then they crashed on the couch. Her parents were fine with him staying there, they knew it was the best place for him. And they trusted him, surprisingly. So they didn't care about having a giant, blonde boy sprawled out on their couch from Friday to Sunday.
Her dad always greeted him with a smile, and a pat on his shoulder when he let him in the front door. Always asked him how he was as he let him inside, telling him to kick off his shoes and make himself at home. It was always foreign to JJ, but he did it anyways.
That Friday, though, they were alone. Her dad didn't open the front door to let him inside, or tell him to kick off his muddy boots. It was his girl who opened the door for him.
"Hey, gorgeous." JJ smiled as he leaned against the doorjamb with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
"Hi, baby." She beamed up at him before she stood on her toes and tossed her arms around his shoulders for a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to the side of her face and then followed her inside the house, kicking of his shoes as she looked back at him expectantly. He didn't think he would ever get used to that.
"So, what movie did you bring me tonight?" She smiled at him as she flopped on the couch, her knees hung over the arm.
"Thought it was your choice this time." JJ replied as he grabbed her feet, pulled off her fuzzy slippers and wiggled the tips of his fingers against the arch of her left foot to make her squeal.
"You don't pay attention to the movies I pick." She giggled with a kick of her foot away from his tickling fingers.
"I will this time, promise. Pay attention to whatever rom-com trash you pick." JJ scoffed as tossed his backpack down beside the couch, then placed his hands on the arm of the plush piece of furniture and leaned over her legs.
"Well, you're in luck. Because I didn't want to watch a romantic comedy tonight." She smiled as she opened her arms, reaching up to him and inviting him to lay in her arms.
"No? What were you thinking?" JJ responded as he accepted her invitation and laid his body on top of hers, spreading his weight on his hands so he didn't crush her.
"Maybe a scary movie? I know you like those." She grunted as his chest dropped against hers, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"Well, you're in luck. I brought one just in case you picked something lame." JJ grinned as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her nose.
"I don't have a VHS player, JJ." She teased as she reached for the soft wisps of blonde hair beneath his solid blue hat.
"Shut up. I didn't bring a VHS." JJ scoffed, a blush creeping up his neck and colouring his cheeks. He pushed himself up from the couch, reaching down to his bag and pulling out an old DVD from the island video rental store he never returned. If that place was still around he would probably owe more than the HMS Pogue was worth in rental fees.
He popped the disc in the player, then turned on the television, making sure his frame blocked her eyes from seeing what the was putting on. He always liked it to be a surprised. Her exaggerated whines were his favourite. The way she'd toss her body into his when he put on something from the 80's that she swore she didn't like, but would watch in a trance the whole time. He knew her better than she thought he did.
A smile crossed his face as he pressed play then slowly backed up towards the couch to take up his usual spot beside her. He rested his arm over the back of the couch and let her cuddle up close into the side of his body, her knees against her chest.
"I knew you'd pick this one! It was only a matter of time!" She giggled as she grabbed the collar of his shirt then turned her body so she straddled his lap.
"Goonies are like Pogues. We never say die." JJ shrugged with a lopsided grin as he placed his hands on her hips. He thumbed at the belt loops of her shorts and let her toy with the ends of his hair.
JJ's girl only smiled as she twisted her fingers into his hair as it poked out of the bottom of his hat, leaning her body into his as the movie started in the background. He wanted to make a smart remark about how he had been trying to get her to watch this movie for months, and she was distracting him.
But he really didn't mind the distraction. He had seen the movie probably a good two dozen times. Maybe more.
JJ placed his hands on her backside and tugged her closer against him, the heat from her body engulfing him. He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he slid his hands in to the back pockets of her shorts, letting her play with his hair.
"You smell really good." JJ mumbled against her cheek, then began to press kiss after kiss along her jawline down her neck.
"Thanks, baby. You smell good, too." She replied with a smile, her hands resting on his shoulders as he pressed a prolonged kiss to the side of her neck.
"No. I don't. Been helping my cousin work on his car all day. I smell like oil, and grease." JJ laughed as he pulled his head back and looked at her face.
"What's wrong with Ricky's car now?" She questioned as she traced over his strong shoulders, her eyes on her fingers.
"I think a list of things that are right with Ricky's car would be easier to answer." JJ scoffed as he pulled his right hand out of her back pocket and placed it on her thigh, his calloused fingertips tracing his own patterns on her soft skin.
"You're a good cousin, JJ." She stated softly before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
JJ released a slow exhale through his nostrils as he reached his right hand up to place it on her cheek. A low groan rumbled in his chest as she shifted in his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull herself close him. She was so warm in his arms, and she smelled so good - like the flowers outside of that library he used to visit as a kid. Fresh, but a little sweet.
"Take this off. I love your hair." She whispered as she pulled of his hat, placing it on the back of the couch then pushed her fingers up the back of his head and into his hair.
JJ smiled then leaned forward to kiss her again, not ready to let her go. He sealed his lips to hers in a firm kiss as his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, his own fingers twisted in her hair. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent so much time with a girl just touching her, kissing her, or learning who she was.
"JJ." She mumbled into their kiss, her eyes closed as his fingertips circled the back of her neck.
"Yeah?"
"My parents won't be home next weekend." She whispered as she dropped her forehead to his and smoothed her hands over his biceps, his skin warm and still a little sweaty from a day outside working on the car.
JJ leaned his head back on the couch and raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend. He had been with enough girls to know what that statement meant. Or what she was asking him, without really asking him. JJ placed both hands on her backside as he mulled over her statement for a moment.
"Where are they going? JJ questioned as his hands traveled from her backside to the sides of her thighs, her skin so soft and warm beneath his palms.
"A vow renewal on the main-land for some of their friends from college. I thought, if you wanted, you could spend the night." She didn't look at him as she answered, rather pulled her index finger through the collar of his T-shirt.
"Of course I want to. I always want to. But, you know that we don't have to, y'know, do anything. I'll spend the night next weekend just the two of us. But there's no like, expectation. We can just hang out and watch movies. Or I can build you a fire in that nice pit outside your dad never uses. Whatever you want." JJ replied, and he meant every single word. He could, and he would, wait for her.
"And if I happened to be naked?" She questioned as she thumbed at a piece of lint on his shirt, her eyes on his chest.
"Then I guess I'll be naked, too." JJ grinned before he pressed his lips to her cheek.
She held his face in her hands, her fingertips on his jawline, and turned her face to press her lips to his. JJ released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in his chest and wrapped his arms around her middle again, keeping her flush against him. He licked at her bottom lip, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile as she whined a little and let his tongue slip inside her mouth. She reached to the back of his head, tugging on his soft, messy blonde hair as he dragged the tip of his tongue along the roof of her mouth. JJ breathing out a laugh as she rocked her hips on top of him.
"You make it hard to take things slow sometimes, pretty baby." JJ muttered as he removed his tongue from her mouth and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"M'sorry." She whispered as she twirled a strand of his hair around her index finger, her forehead against his.
"Don't be. You're worth the wait, and I kinda like just kissing you." JJ breathed as he placed a hand on the back of her neck once more to bring her lips to his.
In the back of his mind, JJ made peace with the fact that he wasn't going to get to show his girl one of his favourite movies that night. He figured there would probably be ample opportunity to show it to her again, and if she found herself in his lap again the next time The Goonies were on a treasure hunt...
Well, he wouldn't exactly mind then either. Whatever got her close to him.
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A heated make out (that could lead to more) with Harrison
18+ Warnings: heavy make out, lead up to smut
I’m kinda liking this short Haz stuff!
800 Thirst Night - Inbox
You and Harrison haven’t hit third base too many times, enough to still only be counting it on one hand.
Tonight, however, you seem to be on the on ramp for just that.
You’re straddling his lap on the couch, grinding hard against his member to show him you want more tonight.
His tongue’s fighting yours viciously, trying to explore your mouth as much as he can.
You finally give him dominance in the kiss, accepting defeat there, but when your hands start unbuttoning his shirt, he falters for just a second.
He recovers quickly and is eager to assist, sitting up so you can push it off his shoulders, while you still grind against him. His hands then peel your top off so you’re just left in a sports bra.
You pop the button on his jeans quickly, just starting to step off his lap so he can shimmy out of them.
“Hey, WOAH!” Tom yells entering the room, “not in the living room!”
“Fine,” Harrison answers cooly, “we’ll just take it to my room.”
He smirks as he dives in for another kiss, his hands looping under your thighs to pick you up.
You giggle and pull away from his lips, passing a cheeky wave at Tom over Harrison’s shoulder as he carries you to his bedroom.
A gentle reminder that everyone who uses Ai to write is an absolute fuckhead
Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?
Just in case this isn't a spam message:
Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.
Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.
Rather than giving a prompt to a generative AI, people should consider attempting to write their own work, or asking another writer from the fandom if they would be interested in writing it. Anyone who is capable of typing a prompt into ChatGPT is capable of writing a story. The first attempts may not be amazing, but that is true of any skill, and anyone can improve with time and practice - and while ChatGPT may give you big returns in your time, it doesn't give you practice, growth, or creativity, which is where the joy of writing should come from.
Nick 😍🦊
TRASH TALKS: How I draw Nick Wilde (For @blueberrycarrots <3)
All right folks, trash finally did it.
Seguir leyendo
We're back!! The Mrs. is coming back to the spotlight😉😘... new content, other platforms, and more access. Are you all excited and interested ?
Kai’s Chili - Party-Edition (2 Töpfe)
2 Dosen weiße Bohnen (á 800 g)
4 Dosen Kidney Bohnen (á 410 g)
2 Dosen Mais (á 340 g)
2 Dosen geschälte/gehackte Tomaten (á 400 g)
2 Pkg. passierte Tomaten (á 500 g)
3 Paprika (tricolore)
2 gr. o. 4 kl. Zwiebeln
4 Knoblauchzehen
1 kg Faschiertes (wir nehmen immer halb u. halb)
Pro Topf 2 - 6 getrocknete Chilies, oder auch mehr
Olivenöl
Mexikanische Gewürzmischung:
(pro Topf, ich verwende NIEMALS gehäufte Tee- und Esslöffel! Weniger ist hier mehr, nachwürzen kann man immer noch. Nehmt die TL, EL und MS als grobe Richtlinie und tastet Euch lieber an die richtige Mischung heran...)
1/2 Brühwürfel, 1 EL Paprikapulver, 1/2 - 1 TL Cayenne Pfeffer, 1 Lorbeerblatt, 1 TL schwarzen Pfeffer, 2 MS Knoblauch gemahlen (zusätzlich zum frischen...), 1 EL Oregano, 1 TL Salz, 1 EL Cumin (Kreuzkümmel), 1 MS Zimt, 1 TL Kakao, 5 - 10 Spritzer Tabasco, bzw. nach Belieben
Die Zwiebel und die Paprika würfeln, den Knoblauch kleinschneiden. Zwiebeln und Paprika in Olivenöl anrösten (Den Knoblauch NICHT, der könnte sonst bitter werden...), das Faschierte gut durch braten, etwas pfeffern und salzen. Mach’ ich immer im Wok. Das Ganze zu gleichen Teilen in zwei große Töpfe geben und auch die restlichen Zutaten auf die beiden Töpfe verteilen.
Die Bohnen gieße ich ab und wasche sie. Hierzu stanze ich mit dem Messer gegenüber von der Lasche ein Loch in den Deckel und mach die Dose zunächst nicht ganz auf.
Nachdem die Flüssigkeit abgegossen wurde, fülle ich die Dose 2-3 Mal mit Wasser, schüttel’ sie jeweils und gieß’ das Wasser wieder ab. Voilá! Schon schmecken die Dosenbohnen nicht mehr nach Bohnen aus der Dose!
Die leeren Dosen mit den geschälten oder gehackten Tomaten und die Passierte-Tomaten-Packungen spüle ich mit etwas Wasser aus und geb dieses in die Töpfe, zum Verdünnen des Eintopfs. Die Dosen mit Mais gieße ich ebenfalls nach obiger Methode ab, allerdings nicht vollständig und ich wasche ihn auch nicht. Der Saft vom Mais gibt dem Chili etwas Süße.
Dann die beiden Töpfe köcheln lassen, den gehackten Knoblauch und die Gewürze dazugeben. Das gute an den zwei Töpfen ist, dass man mit der Schärfe variieren kann: Z.B. ein Topf für die Kids und einen Hard-Core... Meine 11 jährige Tochter hingegen bevorzugt jetzt schon die schärfere Variante. o_0
Ich lasse das Chili jetzt MINDESTENS eine Nacht ziehen und würze erst beim Wieder-Aufwärmen nach. Für unsere Hitt’n-Woch’nend’n mache ich z.B. Donnerstag Abend das Chili, gegessen wird’s dann am Samstag und bis dahin nimmt es gut an Schärfe zu.
Chili-Poser würden mein Chili als überaus mild abtun, Gelegenheits-Chili-Esser eher als scharf. Geschmeckt hat’s aber bis jetzt allen.
Good and healthy food is all the body needs, or maybe it needs love as well? #love #food #heal #yoga #plant #fruits #vegan #spicy #been #potato #carrots #cellyflower #dragonfruit #cactusfruit #energy #feelings #move #selfmade #easy (at Marrakech) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5pYLCJqyeu/?igshid=j853ox7jnqxo
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Swept Away ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Arjun and Chitrangada story)
Disclaimer: This is a work of PURE FICTION. None of it has happened in the real epic. Also, THIS IS A WARNING- MATURE CONTENT EXPLICT SCENES AHEAD. Although it's my first time writing such a spicy story, I've tried my best to keep it subtle and... Idk, please let me know if it doesn't make sense. I think I'll stick to the comical stuff after this.
I really wanted soft boi Arjun with the ever commanding Chitrangada. I also need more Chitrangada stories, please recommend me some if there are any good ones. The portrayal of Chitrangada was inspired by a chapter from @desigurlie's lost moment- Upturned fates. Her work has always fueled my obsession✨
Again, WARNING- ⚠️⚠️⚠️MATURE CONTENT AHEAD⚠️⚠️⚠️-
He had commanded legions.
His name echoed across Aryavarta like a hymn of war and wonder.
He had crossed untamed lands, brought kings to their knees, and claimed victories that echoed through the ages.
Yet now, the very same man lay on silk, wrists loosely bound above his head: not by force, but by choice, his own choice.
His skin glistened, flushed, marked by her full mouth and her hands. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sandalwood, and the only sound was his breath: ragged, hungry, waiting.
It almost seemed like he was the inexperienced one.
Chitrangada stood at the edge of the bed, watching him like a predator watches its prize- not with cruelty, but with absolute control. Every part of her radiated authority. From the tilt of her chin to the slow, deliberate way she approached him; like she owned every inch of the room.
Every inch of him.
“Tell me what you want,” she said, voice low.
Arjun, turned to look at his lioness. Her skin, sun-kissed and battle-tested, glistened with sweat and shone rich bronze. Her strong arms, Oh how strong yet small against his own hands.
Her eyes, gods her eyes: dark as storm clouds, shaped like almonds. They held the clarity of someone who had seen both battlefield and betrayal, saw straight through armor and ego alike.
Her hair, long and raven-dark, was usually tied back, but when loosened, it fell like a warrior’s banner. Her very being the embodiment of power- grace woven into every stride, commanding in stillness, and utterly unafraid.
He smiled- not cocky, but soft, reverent. “You. However you want me, my queen.”
“Mine,” she said against his skin.
“Yes,” he breathed, arching into her. “Always.”
When her nails scraped down his arms and left blooming marks of possession, he gasped her name like prayer. Then, blinking up at her with those maddeningly amber eyes, he gave a crooked grin. "Should I be worried you’re branding me now, Rajkumari?"
Chitrangada arched an eyebrow, lips curving into something dangerously amused, "You're lucky I’m not carving my name into your chest."
Arjuna chuckled breathlessly, still pinned beneath her. "At least make the script neat. I have appearances to keep."
She didn’t move gently, she moved like a storm claiming the sea, fierce and beautiful, unstoppable. And Arjuna- her husband met her every motion with soft cries, body shaking beneath the woman who refused to let him disappear behind titles or legend
She crawled over him like a flame licking up dry wood, and he shuddered when her fingers traced the lines of his chest.
“You’re not afraid to give me control?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.
Arjuna met her eyes with that infuriating, intoxicating calm. “Chitra, my dearest, I’ve held the weight of kingdoms on my shoulders. But nothing feels heavier than your gaze when you choose me. I’d give you everything.”
He wasn’t afraid of surrendering to her: he thought of it as an honor.
She leaned down and bit gently at his lower lip, just enough to make him groan. “You’ll regret that.”
He chuckled, then gasped as her hands claimed him again. “Only if you stop.”
Then, she kissed him like war, like conquest, like she was here to take everything and leave him grateful.
Arjuna gasped against her lips as she pushed him down again: one hand against his chest, the other sliding his arms up above his head with purpose. Her thighs straddled his hips, bare and strong, the weight of her both grounding and dizzying.
“Chitra…” he breathed, but the rest of her name broke into a moan as her mouth moved to his throat.
Gods.
He had faced demons, kings, god- and yet nothing had ever left him so undone as this woman untying the knot at his waist with maddening ease.
She wasn’t gentle tonight. She was hungry.
Her husband- wielder of Gandiva, breaker of sieges- offered himself up without resistance. Not because he was weak, but because she was strong. And nothing aroused him more than watching her own it.
Her dark, obsidian hair, that had unfurled like a waterfall, created a curtain to cover their kisses and the slap of skin against skin.
“Keep your hands where they are,” she whispered. His muscles flexed with the effort not to move. He could easily take control. Flip her beneath him. Take the reins. But he didn’t want to, gods he didn’t.
He wanted her to have him.
She moved like a queen claiming what was hers, every roll of her hips purposeful, every sound she dragged from his throat another trophy. And he gave them willingly. He gave her everything.
Arjuna’s breath caught as her nails scraped down his chest. His eyes fluttered open just enough to see her above him- glowing in the lamplight, body curved in power, eyes consuming him.
“Look at you,” she whispered. “So beautiful like this. My prince. Mine.”
He couldn’t speak; his throat was a tangle of devotion and desperation. He only nodded, eyes glassy with pleasure, hands still bound above him.
She rode him like she knew the rhythm of his soul. When release came, it shattered him. Not violently- but reverently.
Like the sky cracking open to reveal light.
He collapsed beneath her, body trembling, mind blank, lips parted. When she finally untied his wrists, kissing them gently, he wrapped his arms around her and held her like she was the only anchor left in the world.
"Tell me, Arjuna," she said, her voice low and teasing, her eyes gleaming with amusement, "do you always let yourself be so... swept away? Or is it just when I’m the one leading you?"
Arjuna, still catching his breath, let out a soft chuckle, his head lolling slightly as he gazed up at her with a mix of exhaustion and admiration. His skin was flushed, and the faint traces of a smile played on his lips as he tried to find the energy to respond.
"Well," he said, voice raspy, yet playful, "I must admit... you’ve certainly got a way of leading me." His amber eyes twinkled as he lifted his hand lazily, brushing a lock of her hair from her face. "Though, if I’m being honest, I don’t need much convincing. I’m easily swept away, especially when I’m in such... good company."
Chitrangada raised an eyebrow, her smirk only growing as she leaned in closer. "Easily swept away, you say? I suppose that makes my job easier then."
Arjuna rolled his eyes dramatically, his tiredness catching up with him in waves, but the charm in his words never faltered. "Well, if this is what ‘swept away’ feels like, I think I could get used to it. Though I might need a bit more rest before I can do it all over again."
Chitrangada laughed softly, her gaze softening as she admired him. "Don’t worry, my hero," she teased, her hand resting against his chest. "You’ve earned your rest."
Arjuna sighed dramatically, letting his head fall back against the pillows, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. "I think I’ve earned everything," he muttered playfully, closing his eyes for a moment. "But I suppose... I could let you lead me again when I’m feeling up to it."
Chitrangada smiled at his words, leaning down to kiss his forehead, the soft affection in her gesture contrasting with the earlier fire. "Rest now, my prince. I’ll let you get back to your charming self... for now."
The Secret (Henry/Peter/001 x reader)
(Au: You and Peter had a secret relationship in the lab and after a night of roughness. You soon find out your pregnant and with a help one of the other nurses you get free from the lab. Only for a few months later for Peter to find you...)
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Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x Reader
(Warning: Pregnancy, getting sick, a lil spicy and a lil dark, Fluff, angst)
"Y/n? Are you feeling alright?" Katherine one of the nurses and a good friend you worked along with asked.
"I-I'm not sure.." you replied
"Why don't you come out, when your done and I will take you home." She said.
Once, it was time to leave you were in the car with Katherine sting to your house.
"How long as this been going on." Katherine asked.
"A few weeks, I originally thought it was a stomach bug or something b-but now I don't know what it is."
"How about I do a pregnancy test because, y/n getting sick could be 'morning' sickness for the reason that it can hit you at any moment of the day and I say this with all do respect it is just from what I know about pregnancy your stomach being a little more bloated than before." She explained.
"I was afraid of that.. if I am actually pregnant what am I going to do? Brenn-"
"I will deal with Brenner, we will figure it out after I run the test tomorrow. Then we will figure it out okay?" I sighed and nodded. Turning to look out the window.
Well, tomorrow came sooner then expected. You had just taken the sample for Katherine to test it as of now you were waiting for the results. About an hour later Katherine came in.
"Well.. congratulations Y/n you are pregnant." She said, as you started to tear up.
"What am i going to do?" You broke down sobbing "I can't go back Br-brenner will kill me, he will kill Henry as well omg what how am I going to do th-" "y/n look I will deal with Brenner. You won't be going back to the lab and my mother works in a secrade hospital not far from Hawkins. I will take you there for your appointments and when you give birth. And wait did you say it was Henry's child?" She said/asked. You nodded sobbing even more as she hugged you comforting you.
"It will be okay, I promise.. I just didn't know you two were that close. I mean I knew something was going on but-" "it started not long after I started working at the lab, from what went from little chats, to secret kisses, led to more so much more.. I fell for him.." I said answering all her questions. She nodded and made me look at her.
"We are going to do this. I promise everything will be alright. You just have to trust me. And not get so worried and stress and I know it's hard do to the circumstances but it's not good for you or the baby." You nodded as she pulled you into a hug.
That's when you knew you felt protected and finally had a true best friend for life.
(And she was your best friend for life as well as the godmother/aunt of your child!)
(1 year later)
Katherine was right everything was alright. You as well as Katherine ended up quitting the lab it turned out Brenner was going to fire you anyways and Katherine used a 'excuse' saying she had family emergency that she had to leave. Over the course of your pregnancy, Katherine took you to your appointments as promised. She even did a little baby shower for you revealing you were having a girl! You also made her cry surprising her with being the godmother. And October. 25, 1978 Hayley Grace L/n was born and you couldn’t be more happier. Though you did wish Henry was there with you through the whole pregnancy..
Now, Y/n was currently in the living room resting while, she was reading a new book
While, her 3 month old daughter Hayley was sound a sleep in crib. It was hard and it did make fear a very common feeling knowing Dr. Brenner was still out their. Though Katherine has confirmed multiple times that he has forgotten about you. You still had fear, fear that he would find out about yours and Henry's child, and take her away while harming or worse killing you along the side. Fear that Henry is going to come.
You did fall for Henry and loved him but, he was very possessive, harsh at times... back in the lab, you couldn't have a conversation with any of the other staff more so the male staff or there would be consequences, jealousy, possessiveness, lying, manipulation, controlling, Brenner always having an eye on him... there was always something about him you always were wary about but, you still fell for him.. hard.. no matter all of the clear warning signs..
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard crying from Hayley's room. You quickly got up and went to check on her. Turning the knob going over to her crib, only for a hand to grab your wrists and the other over your mouth. The persons lips kissed from your shoulder blade, to your neck, up to your ear.
"I promised, I would always find you..." you gasped hearing the voice of the man you thought and slightly hoped to never hear again.
You slowly turned around with your hands still gripped to the crib. Meeting his perfect blue eyes in the pitch black room.
"Have to admit you have quite the life.. but I never expected you to break my rules... darling.." Henry said looking at the crib. Your eyes widened at that action as well as shocked that he did not know she was his daughter.
"H-Henry please can we talk outside.. p-please.." You asked in a shaky voice. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in to your ear.
"God, I missed hearing you beg.." he whispered seductively making you shudder. "But lead the way darling."
You both walked out of the room and into your room only for him to slam you into the wall with his hand around your neck.
"So who's is it? You know what I can do darling.. your mine! No gets to have you except me."
"So does that mean you would kill your self?" You asked, looked at you confused before slow loosening his grip so you could continue.
"Do you remember before, I left how I wasn't feeling well?" He nodded. "Well, it wasn't a stomach bug like we had thought. The one afternoon not long before we got off, Katherine who I worked with in the infirmary room has found me in the ladies room. That night when we got off, she drove me home. The following day she ran a pregnancy test on me.. it came back positive." He looked at you in disbelief.
"The child is mine?" He asked.
"Who else's would it be?" I asked.
"And I left because I was afraid. Afraid how you would take it.. but more importantly I was afra-terrified of what Brenner would do to us and our baby, I didn't want to stay there and have our child be taken away, tested on, both Of us murdered."
Before you could continue his lips smashed onto yours harshly and passionately. You pushed him away, only to bring him back into the kiss. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him as he walk you both over to your now soon to be shared bed as he laid you down climbing on top of you.
That night you both reconnected in a way that no words could bring into perspective. Close to each other once more.
The next morning, you woke up in strong arms wrapped around you as well as some one kissing your shoulder. You turned over to see him. Though the moment did not last long when you heard crying. You got up and put on your under garments as well as your robe.
"Why don't he get dressed and meet your daughter." You said looking back at Henry with a smile before leaving.
You heard the door creak open more and turned around while holding Hayley to see Henry. He slowly walked up to you looking at you then to the little girl in your arms.
"Hold out your arms." You said seeing him hesitate for a moment before doing so.
You placed Hayley in his arms seeing as he tensed as you did. Only to see him relax and you knew that it was official he knew she was his. Knowing of his powers once he's close to them.
"Her name is Hayley Grace L/n.. I didn't really know what to put for her last name so I took the safer route or the safest one and put mine." You spoke while admiring there interaction.
You saw Hayley's little arm stretch outward grabbing onto his finger with her blue eyes looking up at him while he did the same.
You see her yawn he gave you Hayley back as you started to rock her to sleep. As he came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist watching the two of you as your daughter fell back to sleep.
And, for once, Henry Creel felt like he had everything he wanted.. forgetting about his original plans.. he finally had a family who wanted him for him. Not caring about his powers, no judgment.. just love. He finally saw the good in the cruel world for once and nothing will come in between that or his family..
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(A/n : I FRICKKEN LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT! IT US SO CUTE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT!!)
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“Why are you so clingy?” P.4
—In which, after waking up in bed with a certain someone, you start to question things.
A/n: this is wrapped up in a nice little bow. (Final part.)
<<part one, part two, part three
You didn’t open your eyes when you woke up. Your head ached, absolutely pounding.
Fucking wine.
And even tho you had a hangover that was just as bad as a kidney stone, the warmth you felt around you was intoxicating. It had you sighing softly and curly further into said warmth.
Except, said warmth loved.
Said warmth had a heartbeat.
Said warmth smelled fucking amazing and painfully familiar.
Forcing your eyes open, your whole body tensed when you were met with a muscular chest. Then the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you registered—
Oh shit.
Immediately, you sat up so fast it had Gojo jolting away. His voice rough and gravelly from sleep, his eyes squinting as he looked up at you. “What’s wrong, sweets?”
“You— You. WHY are you in my bed?” You tore at out bed so fast you were tripping over your own feet. Almost busting your ass as you yanked on a hoodie over your shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. “Did we— oh god. Oh no.”
Your skin crawled. You were mad. So mad. Mad and sick. Your stomach hurt. Why did you do this?
“What? No. You got drunk last night off wine, and I took you home. You kept whining about wanting me to stay so… I did.” Gojo shrugged and rubbed his eyes, before sitting up, back against the head board.
“..oh.” Now, that anger was replaced by embarrassment and that sick feeling only deepened.
Ok. So this is my fault.
“Relax, we didn’t do anything.” Gojo crossed his arms, biceps flexing as he did, “but we could if you wanted to.” He winked.
“You are insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, finally calming down. Putting a hand on you temple, trying to calm the migraine— you made your way into the kitchen. “This is so fucking stupid. Fucking wine.”
Chugging down a glass of water, you stared at the stove top. That was, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
And oh, that feeling of warmth and that familiar scent. It felt so nice, and yet so sickening.
“Did you mean what you said last night?” Gojo murmured against your shoulder, not missing the way you side eyed him.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?” His brows were furrowed now, almost offended.
“No??”
“You said you loved me. That you missed me.” Gojo filled in the gaps, and turned you around in his hold. Eyeing you with so much hope.
You stared at him for a long time, a long long time. Debating whether or not that was true, regardless it didn’t matter. “So what? Not like we’ll ever get back together.” You pulled away, huffing at the way your heart ached slightly as his shoulders slumped.
“Wait what?” Now Gojo was pulling you back. “It does matter, because if you do love me, we can— no we need to get back together.”
“And why would I? You’ll just become an asshole all over again. Remember? ‘Why the fuck are you so clingy?’” You did air quotes before slapping his hand away.
“But— but come on now, I’m— I was stupid. I took you for granted. I’d never do that to you— not ever, ever again. I will spend the rest of my life making you see how I’ve changed if I need too.” Taking a step closer to you, “please, please just give me another chance. Do you want me to get on my knees? Want me to beg?”
You glaring at him, “yes.” You didn’t think he’d do it. When you’d dated him before he was all pride. ‘Worlds strongest’ this and ‘chosen one’ that.
However, your breath stalled in your throat when he knelt down in front of you, literally on his knees as his hands found your hips. His eyes almost puppy like as he literally begged you.
Like a sinner at an alter, pleading for forgiveness.
You hated how much you like it. How it made you so happy to see him like this. So weak that he’d beg— on his knees.
“Please baby, I swear on everything— I swear on my eyes that I’ll never hurt you again. If I ever do— you can have them.” He pressed gentle kisses to your knuckles.
You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “…you ever, and I mean ever, talk to me like you did— behave like you did, to me again— I’ll hold you to that swear.” Your hand held his jaw, fingers digging into his jaw.
He nodded so fast, and when you pressed your lips against his, he was just as fast to stand up. Kissing you like a man starved and you were a tall glass of ice cold water.
Gojo’s hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling you flush against him. Lord he was moaning into the kiss, murmuring about how thankful he was— how much he missed this, missed you.
You weren’t much better. Your nails clawed up his arms, his chest, dragged through his hair just to tug slightly hard.
“Missed you so— fucking much.” He grunted against your lips. Already hard and throbbing and oh so pathetic.
“You really are a desperate ex.” You smiled against his lips.
“Yeah, ‘m desperate for you. Sure as shit not your ex anymore.” He leaned down to press bites and nips all across your shoulders.
Now that had you smiling. “Yeah. Not my ex anymore.”
Your next kiss was sweet, all love and adoration.
This time, you knew he wouldn’t fuck this up. Who’d want to lose their eyes?
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Necrotic Dawn (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/369797013-necrotic-dawn?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=LadyBunnette Necrotic Dawn is a dark fantasy novel with psychological thriller elements, exploring the twisted fates of twin sisters Aurora and Ember. For the past ten years, the sisters have been secretly protected by the dragon Ilios, who harbors a forbidden love for the cynical Aurora. When Aurora is suddenly kidnapped by the manipulative Loki, Ilios is forced to team up with the Ember, who has secretly been infatuated with him ever since she was young but always kept it secret due to his relationship with her sister, to try and rescue her. As Ilios and Ember delve deeper into the mystery, they find themselves drawn into a web of dark magic, hidden agendas, and psychological manipulation. Aurora, meanwhile, battles her own internal turmoil as she grapples with a growing attraction to her captive despite his role in taking her to the capital to face the king who executed her father. With the sisters' fates inextricably linked, Aurora, Ember, Ilios, and Loki are all forced to confront their deepest desires, darkest secrets, and the blurred lines between love and obsession. As the tension builds, the page turning story takes a series of chilling, unexpected twists, leading to a climactic confrontation that will leave readers questioning everything they thought they knew by the last page. Necrotic Dawn blends elements of dark fantasy, psychological suspense, and twisted romance into a gripping exploration of the duality of the human psyche and the corrosive power of unchecked ambition.
All Yours
Lucifer/AMAB Reader
☞. . . Another kofi request filled! This was a gore request, so please heed the warning and tags! Requester (candle anon) wanted something based off the first luci gore drabble I did and wanted the reader finishing onto his heart. I hope you enjoy! (1.7k words)
Lucifer was always known for his beauty. Even up in the Celestial Realm he was Michael's favorite, the apple of his eye. Asmodeus may have been the jewel of heavens, but Lucifer was the whole damn necklace.
Even now, his halo a pair of horns and two wings shorter, he’s gorgeous. Truly he was a piece of art.
Tonight, he’s a brand new canvas. You’ve spread him wide, bound his limbs to each post on the bed with strong red silks. Your paintbrush tonight is more precise than any hair; it takes the form of sharp metal, a collection of blades sharp enough to hurt just looking at them.
You pour a glass of aged demonus from his ornate decanter, swirling it in its glass. Lucifer watched your every move, lips parting with a sigh as you sit beside him. “Drink, baby.” You support your hand under his head and lift so he can drink from the glass, acidic alcohol flowing down his tongue and warming his chest from the inside out. “So messy.” You tut, pulling the glass away and wiping the dribbles from his lips with your thumb.
“Only for you.” He says, tongue darting past his lips to catch the lingering taste. “Only ever for you.”
It makes your heart warm and possessiveness fester under your ribcage. “So sweet, such a sweet boy. So well mannered and polite.” You give his cheek a pinch and he reddens under your fingers. “I ought to reward you,” you straddle his hips, unrolling the cloth of beautiful tools. The tarp crinkles under every movement.
Lucifer turns his head and watches you pick your tools. “Aht, eyes forward, look at me,” you pull him back by his chin and Lucifer’s gorgeous red eyes lock with yours. “Good boy.” He shivers, lips parting as he stares up at you. “Do you want a treat? Tell me, does my good boy want something special?”
Very slowly, he nods. “I want you to cut me open.” He says, every word calculated and honest, like he was utterly bewitched with your entire being—controlled in your grasp like a puppet on strings.
You smile, a gentle yet wolfish smile that makes his heart beat faster. “That's what I want to hear.”
Each touch of your fingers on his chest is chilling, sending little sparks under his flesh as you make invisible lines where you’ll cut. Once satisfied, you pick up the blade.
It’s a sharp silver blade with an elegantly curved handle. The first time Lucifer confessed his desires he knelt before you, presenting the dagger in his hand like an offering to the altar of your soul. And he would be the pliant lamb you cut into.
You press the point of the blade under his collarbone and Lucifer squeezes the drop ball tighter in his fist. “Breathe in,” you press hard. “And out.” Lucifer’s deep sigh trembles as you cut in, dragging the blade down his abdomen.
It catches on his belly button and you have to take a moment to work through the cartilage. Lucifer’s breaking. He’s red in the face and trembling, biting down on his lips so hard his fangs threaten to pierce through. “Demon skin is so tough compared to human skin.” You say as a passing thought, the blade ending above his pubic mound.
There’s a poking on your ass and you move to sit on his thighs instead. His dick tents his underwear, an obscene peak tainted with his bubbling blood. “Hah, sorry,” he sighs, hot tears passing over his cheeks. “Don’t apologize. I know you can’t help being a needy little thing. I’ll just have to take care of you, won’t I?” You coo, tapping the peak of his tented underwear. Lucifer hisses, eyes clenching shut as his hips rock up.
You don’t chastise him. Instead, you resume cutting, making horizontal lines at the ends of each slice.
Lucifer’s so patient through it all, breathing heavily with each pass of your blade. Blood continues to pour in steady streams from the wounds; thick black blood that pools under his body on the tarp and stains your hands. It’s a bitter stench of pure debauchery and neither of you can get enough of it.
You set the dagger aside and grab the split skin, pulling the slabs of his abdomen aside until you can see his undulating organs below the abdominal wall. A few slices and that’s moved aside, glistening intestine and thick rib bones on display—all for you.
“So pretty, Luci.” You sigh, gently stroking your fingers over his bunched small intestine. Lucifer keens under your touch, finally, finally, making the sounds you’ve been waiting for. Truly, it’s surprising how much he can hold back when he’s determined enough. “So very gorgeous. Don’t you know that?”
He swallows shakily, eyelids fluttering with each caress of your fingers. “I-I..”
You settle back by his hips again, press your own arousal against his. “Do you feel that, Lucifer? Do you feel how hard I am for you? You did this to me- you’re so beautiful I can’t help it.”
Lucifer looks down, down past his flayed chest, down his exposed organs, down to his pre stained underwear where he sees the swell of your erection strained in your jeans. You grind against him, a little roll of your hips that has him gasping like a fish out of water. It’s unbelievably hot. Lucifer’s brain is melting into a slurry of good and more.
“I can see your heart, Lucifer. And it’s all mine, right? Your heart is mine?” Blood smears your face from where you wiped off the sweat and Lucifer swears he’s never seen something so beautiful. He nods, quickly and urgently. “Y-yours, wheeze, all yours,”
You smile, giving his cheek a pat. “Of course it is. Something so pretty is obviously a gift for me, huh?” You feel Lucifer’s cock throb against yours. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you pretty? It’s true, you’re so pretty, especially like this. Your beating heart exposed for me…such a beautiful red. Just like your eyes.” You rock your hips against him, rub your erection against his.
Lucifer’s exposed heart beats faster, contracting and expanding with fresh oxygen. “Maybe I should take those eyes next, what do you think?” You tap the bloodied blade on his cheekbone, the flat end making a sticky splat against his skin. He gives a firm shake, hot tears bubbling up into those enchanting eyes of his. “That’s ok, you need those eyes to see what I’m doing, don’t you?” And he nods, and to your delight and surprise, bats his sticky wet eyelashes at you.
You groan in pure need, rutting against him harder, enough to make him jostle under the force of your hips. “So fuckin pretty, that’s right, my pretty boy.” You lean down, sucking your face into his exposed cavity and press a kiss to his heart.
Lucifer wheezes, a loud moan tearing through his chest—ragged enough you see his organs contract and then relax. “You’re all mine, all mine. Your heart's mine too, isn’t it?” You look up your lashes at him, lips smeared with rich blood. “Yess,” he gasps, cock twitching and throbbing in his underwear. “It’s yours, it’s- fuck, all yours,” he pushes his hips up, grinds his cock against yours.
You curse, your pants far too tight and uncomfortable. “Shit, baby,” you reach down, unbuttoning your jeans as you pepper kisses over his ribcage. Lucifer audibly moans at the realization, a low whining in his throat as you push your pants and underwear down and straddle his hips. “I wanna cum on you,” you breathe, kiss up his neck with your dick in your fist. You give a few pumps, panting against the hollow of his throat. “I wanna cum on your pretty heart.”
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, do it- do it,” Lucifer pleads, his dignity utterly destroyed by a pretty knife and a few kisses. He’s tugging at his restraints, yet the drop ball remains closed in his iron grip. You scoot up higher, knees framed under his ribcage. “You’re so gorgeous, Hah, so pretty and mine.”
You pump your cock, hissing with each pass of your thumb over the leaking head. Lucifer’s heart thump thumps below you, his fangs digging into his bottom lip with how tightly he sets his jaw. “Next time, I should fuck your pretty insides, huh?” You pant, pre dripping down from the head and threatening to drop onto his beating heart.
Lucifer can’t hold back the open moan at the thought, eyelids fluttering. “Fuck me,” he gasps, arching his back and pushing his chest up closer to your throbbing dick. “Fuck my heart, fuck my guts,”
So vulgar, so obscene. It makes you want to ravage him, it makes you want to tear him to shreds and put him back together to do it all over again.
Lucifer’s hands itch to be free so he can guide your cock down into his gooey insides, so he can jerk you off right into his blood pumping heart. The fact alone that he can’t touch you makes him burn with frustration and desperation.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna claim you, I’m gonna make you mine,” it doesn’t take you long for your orgasm to bud closer, the obscene display of trust and vulnerability getting you close before you even began.
“Yours, yours- cum on me, cum in me,” Lucifer babbles, crimson eyes wide and blown as they train on your twitching cock, excitement and anticipation flooding through his veins.
That knot grows tighter, tighter, until it bursts, until your dick jumps in your hand and thick, hot ropes of cum splatter onto his open heart. And it burns on his heart, it burns so deliciously. He cums in that moment, hot wetness seeping through his underwear. He’s been claimed, and that thought makes him dizzy.
The last of your cum drips into a puddle on his frantically beating heart, mixing with the sheen of blood keeping him moist. “I love you,” he says, so genuine and whole. “I love you, I love you,” he repeats as you untie the binds on his wrists.
Lucifer brings a shaky hand down, rubs his trembling fingers over his cum splattered heart. You bite your lip, eyes wide as you watch him smear it in. “Lucifer..”
He brings his hand back up to his face- and licks the mix of blood and cum off his fingers. “You’ve claimed me,” he says with a loopy smile, so fucked out despite not being fucked at all.
“All yours.” Lucifer sighs and you couldn’t agree more.
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