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He was replying and maybe Lenon was a bit more surprised than he should have been; maybe a part of him had been expecting the man to be asleep after everything. Though he giggled at the words, slowly sitting up only after he had and looking towards the bathroom that was pointed out for him. “Thank you sir.” It was a genuine sort of thanks as well, Lenon really didn’t want to have to put on his clothes over all of this, though he would have if it had been the only option. The escort, even more slowly, rose from the bed his body aching with each little movement drawing some - maybe slightly exaggerated - little whimpers and whines from his lips. His whole body felt heavy still, but he seemingly had enough of a control over his body to make it to the shower and clean himself up, noticing the few marks littered across his body from the night joining the old ones that had been there from previous nights - at lest it seemed his client truly had fun. That was the least Lenon could hope for. The towels that had been pointed out to him were useful for only drying himself, it seemed he still had no shame as instead of wrapping his body in the towel to search for his clothes Lenon had deposited it on the sink and came out naked to begin looking, searching for where the small pieces of fabric had landed before he was distracted by the smell of breakfast and peeked his head outside in search for where the smell was coming from. Looking down the stairs to see his client eating and money next to a plate brought a genuine sort of giggle from his lips and he sauntered down, still naked, voting that finding the clothes could be done later. Lenon quickly puts a peck to the mans cheek before moving to sit cross-legged in his chair, gathering the money and counting it before smiling playfully to him. “Did you over count? Or just have so much fun with me last night sir?” He teases, putting the money back down and leaning forward against the table.

Annabelle relaxed as he apologized in his own way – deep down she knew she would have never harmed this pup even if she didn’t want it this way. She wasn’t that type of person, but when your Alpha constantly treated you like this, a mind could wander to darker places. “I don’t want to!” She argued finally, shifting uncomfortably in her seat besides him. “I never wanted to hurt him or her, okay? I just… you make it really hard to want this..” She mumbled the last few words as she looked out the window; tears trickling like a constant as she heaved a shaky breath. As he once again ordered her she finally looked over at him and she wasn’t sure what to do. “Like a prisoner?” She questioned him softly, her voice shaky because of this situation. “You’re taking me out of my comfort zone, and forcing me to go somewhere new, to be watched constantly?” A small scoff left her. “I don’t want that, and you can not make me.” She informed him. “We’re not mated, I might have your pup inside me but you are not taking me from the one place I feel safe anymore. I won’t. I’m pregnant for the very first time, and you are not taking me away from me home; no.” 

It just suck

I rlly wanted some stuff back

But i cant write for some reason

She glared up at him when he growled. He was right, she was his as long as she was pregnant. But she wasn’t ready to accept it yet. Eloise swept her hair back over her shoulder as they walked, trying to stay in control of something. “… Thank you, for loosening your grip.” She muttered. The night felt dreary now, where it felt vibrant and alive when she walked into the bar. When he opened the door for her, she turned to him. “I don’t enjoy this. But i don’t enjoy being treated like a machine either,” and she got in. 

This wasn’t a fight to try and win. Yet here she was, trying. She knew it wasn’t safe for her or the pup. If she tried to put effort into making this work, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad. “… Sorry.” She looked up at Zac before he closed the door. “You gotta understand that this is unknown territory for me.”

Oh no, it wasn’t because he had been down on his conscience that he’d landed that kiss; Lenon had just felt bold, curious, just for a moment as to what the man would do to him when he did. It seemed he didn’t get his answer however, as the last thing he remembered was his clients hand putting his own on his leg and moving - or at lest trying to move - his hand up to brush his crotch.

The next thing he knew he was waking to the sun peaking in through the windows, an ache in his ass - at lest the man had been able to keep that promise - a chaffing to his wrists, and a stickiness to ever surface of his body. It took much longer before Lenon was able to gather his thoughts and as funny as it may have seemed the first thing he could put together was; he hadn’t even bothered to clean him up? Not that it mattered, Lenon had been left in much worse states by clients before, it was just a mild annoyance more than it was anything else. He stared across the room, trying to recall anything that happened during the night, but not being able to. Darn. A soft sort of sigh passes the escorts lips, shifting in his spot. It seemed while his mind couldn’t remember his body definitely could and Lenon lets out a soft whine to the wave of pain that spattered throughout his body. He could feel the ass leak with the movement as well and if there was one thing he did throughly enjoy about this work it was that feeling, so despite the whine of pain he was rather content with the way his body felt.

That was when he seemed to realize the man was still in bed with him, and he lets out a sleepy little giggle, his body still working to fight off what was left of the drugs in his system making him maybe a bit more loopy than he usually would be. “I’m surprised you didn’t sleep with your dick in me sir.” Lenon hums, shifting himself back against the man again. Their time was already very clearly over, but in his state and current situation it seemed like the best idea to tease the man again. He didn’t even know if the man was awake, or if he was expecting Lenon to simply get up and leave on his own terms or what; they hadn’t exactly gotten to talking before the events of last night.

“please?” he tacked on to his earlier demand of keys and a location. was he? probably not. but he could hope he sounded at least a little bit intimidating and edgar would just give in and let him go. a guy could dream. luka’s soft blue hues stayed focused on the others face, taking in that mocking smile that told him otherwise. he wasn’t going to budge. he’d let them sit down there and rot if luka continued being stubborn before he released him. “no,” he breathed out, shaking his head quickly. it wouldn’t be forgotten so easily he knew that for certain. “you’re lying to m-me.” he states, eyes shifting away from him and towards the staircase. this was starting to feel like a dead-end already. not thought through well enough and quickly coming to a close. he wasn’t going to have any other choice but to let edgar free, or starve them both and die down here with him. “maybe i - i wanna be alone…” he didn’t. it was the last thing he wanted or needed when he so desperately needed and wanted attention and validation from people. even edgar. a frown pulled at his lips and took in the basement again. he was right. no one has ever treated him this right before, but then again he didn’t know any better. there could be other people out there for him, right? surely someone would want him. but then again…he was used goods by now. “you’re mad at me…i - i don’t like it when you’re mad at me.” luka said softly, clearly implying that he’d be punished if he were to let him out of the cuffs. 

His hissed response wasn’t surprising. Izzy knew that she was unimportant in all of this and once she had the baby they’d take it from her anyway. She was insignificant and as an Omega that was always how things were, the woman was a means to an end. “Oh how shocking. Here I was thinking you cared and weren’t just keeping me around until I give birth.” A hiss of pain left her as he tightened his grip and she stopped trying to pull away since he clearly wasn’t going to let that happen. “I wasn’t trying to hurt it. I can’t get drunk let alone drink enough to cause any harm.” But she needed the control. All of it was about control and being what she was meant she didn’t have any. She stumbled as he pushed her through the crowd until they were outside and she started laughing. “How I should treat you? And why should I give you any special treatment? I’m nothing to you or your pack and the moment  I have this baby I’ll be out on the street. As far as you and the rest of them are concerned this pup isn’t mine. So please explain why I should treat you with any respect?”

“Do you think I wanted to do it? That I wanted any of this?” Annabelle snapped at him, she felt too many emotions at once right now. “I don’t want this baby, not like this…but at the same time I do. It’s pretty freaking difficult to think properly, especially when the father is hovering over everything I do.” If he knew her before any of this ever happened, he would know she wouldn’t harm a baby. But given the circumstances, what kind of life would this baby have with them as its parents? Not in the mood to piss him off anymore than he seemed to be, the Omega climbed into his car, clicked her seatbelt into place and she looked out the window. “Can you honestly say this is what you wanted? When your had pups, this is how you imagined it?” Her voice was curt as he berated her like a child, and it only made more tears fall down her cheeks but she remained stiff. How had she ever let him inside her? Was he this way the whole time and she never noticed? No.. that wasn’t true…clearly she wouldn’t have gone to bed with him if it was. “Can you please tone your anger down? Otherwise I’m gonna puke in your car.” She didn’t mean to make it sound so threatening, but her blood was racing and the little one inside her was frightened of the situation between it’s parents. 

He could seem scared, if his client wanted that, but it didn’t seem as if this man cared - so Lenon kept of the game of smiling, giggling, leaning against the man if for nothing else then to keep himself going without panic. Fast acting it seemed, as he could tell how quickly he needed the support of the other mans hold. That made it easier, he didn’t have to keep up his cute little game long, and the other would be happy with him. Lenon wiggles his way into the car with the mans help, half curling up in the seat and half leaning himself in a way that showed off the curve of his waist - he might have already been bought for the night but that didn’t mean the show was over for him after all. Lenon holds his arms up, gently caressing Edgar’s arm as the man reaches across him to buckle him in, even being so cheeky as to lean in quick and press a kiss to the mans cheek and reach over to give his crotch a little rub before he was retreating back in to his spot and they were driving. “Brave? Hm… no. Maybe I just like this type of thing.” He giggles, wrapping his hands around the seat belt and slowly moving them up and down as if showing off how he could move his hands around something. Sadly, it seemed, he wouldn’t have the chance to show off his skills around the real thing, so the tease would have to do. The drugs took effect rather quickly after they started, his hands stilling their motion, an his head lulling to the side against his shoulder in a matter of minutes.

open to: male muses 25+, tops/doms

plot: roughly 3 months ago your muse kidnapped luka and has been conditioning him to be this perfect pet or so he kept saying. recently he’s put more trust into luka, but luka has been playing the role perfectly and now he has the upper hand and plans to make his escape. he knows if he doesn’t escape or come to some sort of deal he’s in huge trouble. 

“i’m not…i’m not listening to you anymore.” it took a lot of careful words, and acting to get him to this point. of course mentally it took a lot of pep talking considering he was one of the most anxious and paranoid individual’s alive. typically he slept in the basement and when the man came to check in on him, or take him up for whatever reasons he locked the door behind him till they left. so now he had the man cornered, cuffed with his own cuffs to a metal pipe. “you - you’re gonna tell me what state we’re in…and give me the key to the door.” luka kept his distance for now, it was a miracle he had even managed to get the other in this predicament. how did he do it? well, he pretended he was sick and acted like he was unable to move on his own. the element of surprise is what caught him off guard. “i don’t wanna be here anymore,” luka whispered, voice wavering a bit as his eyes filled with tears. he refused to stay here anymore. 

A baby.. a freaking Alpha managed to put a baby in her… after everything… a flipping baby. She would have been better off being born a Beta rather than an Omega; but here she was, which left her little options left. She couldn’t accidentally throw herself down some stairs, she was too scared to try some more brutal methods. So here she was down at the local, strong alcohol poured into a glass yet she was holding it; studying the liquor. Annabelle hadn’t decided yet if she was going to drink it or not. Truth of it was, Annabelle was unsure what he would do to her if she harmed the thing growing inside of her. Even worse of a thought, what would he do to her after the child wasn’t inside her anymore? Throw her aside, keep his spawn…raise it as his own? She was just coming to the conclusion that she would have to talk to him; tell him she didn’t know if she wanted this even if her hormones were trying to pollute her brain with happy baby vibes. Fighting back tears as she decided, it was apparently too late as he found her and Annabelle gasped sharply. Saddened tears instantly replaced by a raging temper which was only fueled by hormones of the strong little one residing happily in her womb. She let the glass go not even bothering to flinch at the sound of breaking glass and she went with him. Annabelle’s jaw was taut as she looked up into his burning gaze, her own mirroring his anger. Her anger simmered out some as he used his dominant voice, her Omega side quelling to her Alpha and she sighed softly as the two made a scene on the way out. “I wan’t going to drink it.” She mumbled and finally tore her wrist away from him. “Oh joy, can’t wait for it.” A roll of her eyes made that clear as she shrugged away from him, even though her instincts begged for her to move into his arms, to find comfort in protection only he could offer.. but screw instincts. They were what fucked her over in the first place – now even more so she was pregnant. “If it makes you feel any better…I can’t bring myself to do anything, okay? Much as I’d like to because you do not seem father material…I’m remaining pregnant with your child. Congrats.” 

For one moment, at seeing her tears forming, the Alpha hesitated. His primal instincts were to defend and protect his omega and pup, which he found himself doing only one of those. and it felt horribly bad to find himself going so harshly on her. But what to do when he had a defying omega in his hands? And what kind of omega was this that even gave a thought about putting their unborn pup in danger? “Oh, congrats you for deciding on not hurting an unborn child” he spat, suddenly too annoyed again to even think about her well being. Her opinion didn’t matter. Her feelings didn’t matter. Not when she’d coldly hurt her own prole as if it meant absolutely nothing; what kind of person was this? There was no such a thing as a choice on keeping the baby or not, the life already existed, and it was his to care for “I don’t fucking understand you” he complained, even though it was far away from the main issue “all I’ve fucking done is to protect my pup and all you’ve done is to behave like a teenager against it!” his frustration was very clear, even though still mixed with the rage he felt on the other’s reckless behavior. He went right beside her, open the door car for her to get int “Get the fuck in, Annabelle” he said as the chilly windy crossed them. His blue eyes not happy at all about the situation.

He let’s out a bit of a whine at his curiosity being satiated, “Darn. That’s the most boring one.” Lenon pouts, finish the rest of the drink with ease, cheek slightly leaning into the caress of thumb against his skin, setting the glass down on the bar. Most would have been terrified in this situation, knowingly being drugged with something that would make him black out, but it wasn’t a first to Lenon - and the only way he could get through it was with the little way of his hips, the little giggle, and the teasing. “Oh? You’ll have to do a lot to make that happen, I’ve been fucked quite a lot.” He giggles to his own words. Now it was just a matter of seeing how fast said drug would work. Maybe if Lenon had more alcohol in his system it would work faster, but he’d for once been able to avoid drinking anything more then that drink so he wasn’t sure. Lenon does a gentle sway of his hips, settling himself up against the mans side with a playful hum, “Toys are always fun.” He teases back, hand going up to gently trail down the mans chest with a smile across his lips. Lenon didn’t even know if he’d still be awake by the time they got there, but he tried to find the good side of things. Toys were fun, and he was more than curious what this mans preferences were. Or, maybe not curious for the sake of being curious, more so curious for the sake of his job. He followed the guiding without hesitation, with his usual little sway of his hips that showed off his figure just right.