#grabs him and shakes him around until he's dizzy and falling over in a big heap

[meownotgood]

the inside of my heart looks something like this

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

requested by anon 18+

You were so close. So close.

Your legs were burning, thighs shaking as you did your best to keep your hips moving, an almost frantic up, down, up, down, up, down. Steve was grabbing at your waist, hands roaming and gripping almost too tightly at the fat of your ass and he was making the prettiest sounds underneath you, breathy and gasping, eyes hooded and pink lips parted as he stared.

His cock was nudging up into that spot, over and over as you rode him, the slick sounds of skin on skin filling his bedroom and the dim glow of his bedside lamp made everything the colour of blush, a rosy hue that turned the boy into shades of gold and peach. It was dizzying, to look down at him, it was almost too much.

You whined, hips stuttering, legs aching, desperate to come after being fucked for so long. The air in the room was heavy, smelling like sex and Steve’s cologne, your clothes messy on his floor, the sheets tangled by your feet. Your brows scrunched, mouth falling into a pout and Steve groaned when your eyes turned glassy.

“Whassa’ matter, honey?” Steve sounded gone, that lovesick kind of way he got when you rode him into his mattress, cheeks pink and his hair falling into his eyes, his hands too busy on you to push it back. “What d’you need, huh? Tell me, baby.”

You squirmed, either too far gone or too embarrassed, Steve deduced but he shifted anyway, one strong arm curled around your waist to anchor you to him while he sat up, sitting you in the cradle of his thighs, his cock kicking up as you clenched around him. You groaned, clutching at his shoulders, hands slipping into the mess of his hair and tugging, needy and gasping.

“I know, I know,” the boy murmured gently. His voice was soft, placating. “C’mere, baby, lemme help.”

You were still pouting, rocking your hips as best as you could even whilst Steve had you pinned against his chest but you did as he said and leaned in. You expected a kiss, lips parting, still swollen and glossy from all the other ones he’d given you before but your breath left you in a gasp when Steve used his free hand to curl around your throat.

Your cunt throbbed, clenching around him and making him hiss through a smile as Steve applied a little pressure. Just on the sides of your neck, his big hand spanning wide across the column of your throat and the feeling made you free fall, head emptying, concentration gone. All you could feel was Steve, eyes fluttering shut until the sensation of his cock rocking against the walls of your cunt was the only thing that mattered. You felt him lean in, lips brushing yours, not even a kiss, just the skim of his mouth over your open one, sharing the same breath as he spoke to you.

“There she is, that’s better, huh?” Steve cooed. He nosed at your cheek, nuzzling at you as his fingers pressed down. You squeaked, the slick sound of your pussy getting louder. “Oh, I know it is. S’okay, honey, I know what you need, don’t I?”

[simpjaes]

Jake getting TOO excited when reader asks if they can try fucking raw 😋😋😋😋

wc: 1k warnings: borderline breeding kink, he's more so just pussy drunk rather than being an excited loser, jake goes hard, reader goes dizzy.

"You wanna?"

Jake's eyes widen, and truly he can't help them from shining when he looks at you. They're probably sparkling brighter now than ever before.

For a full year now he's wondered how good you'd feel wrapped around him. So warm and velvety inside against his fingers, but always separated by that thin layer of latex when it comes to his cock.

Condoms meant pleasure, of course, because it means he gets to fuck you but that didn't change the fact that they always came with unwanted flavors, unneeded lubrication, and unnatural scents.

For a full year he's begged. Always with pleas of "I'll pull out baby, please." and "Just the tip, I promise!"

You always said no, and he always moved on like he didn't dream about how good it would feel raw. How sexy it would be to know he's pumping his cum directly into you, slamming it in deeper and deeper until he's spent.

"Really?" His big eyes blink at you dumbfounded, cock already having been hard for the past ten minutes from that immaculate fucking head you just gave him. "Why now?"

You lend him a shrug and a snide smile, glancing up to the ceiling before looking him dead in the eye.

"I dunno." You offer first, lifting on your knees from the floor to lay your head across his legs. You gently blow out, watching the way his raging cock twitches at the sensation. "Been wondering what it feels like to, yknow, feel you cum in me."

"Oh..." He trails off in a moan. "Y-you don't want me to pull out?"

You shake your head playfully in confirmation and instantly you see three more beads of precum leak from his tip in anticipation.

He's asked you for this countless times, and you're a bit shocked in the way he stays leaned on his arms looking down at you like this. You do notice his shaky breaths though, that grip on the sheets, the way his abdomen flexes with each act of hesitance to fuck his hips up against the air falling from your lips.

"Really?" He asks again, this time with his voice cracking and showing the eagerness. "Oh, fuck." He breathes out now, flopping back onto the bed and reaching his hands out for you, as if you grab at you to move up and onto him. "Yes. Fuck yes."

You can't contain the giggles that fall from your throat when you crawl on top of him, anticipating the feeling of it yourself and not truly expecting it to feel much different aside from allowing yourself to see what the hype is about regarding like...you know, dripping cum and all that shit.

And he's silent after that. Nothing but breathy sighs and harsh grips of your hips as he slides you against him. As if he's relishing in the feeling of your raw and open cunt spreading out along the length of him.

He does this for what feels like ages, to the point he makes that familiar face. The one where his eyebrows furrow, hit bottom lip sucks in between his teeth, and he starts to let out little grunting moans.

You force your body back in his grip though, stilling yourself and sitting your clit just against the base of his cock.

"So good-" He moans at the feeling of your slick all over him, never once feeling it against his cock solely because the two of you are normally quite cautious by your request. "Drenching me, baby, fucking sliding it all over me."

He's amazed, really, at how wet you get. No need for lubricant or rubber to help the slide. Oh, no, no, no. He can't wait to feel the heat of it, the pure slick and clenching of it. No barriers, all skin.

He's already babbling too, trying to force you to slide forward again on him, out of breath and near whimpering for you to grind his cock to full release, but you're not budging.

Only now does his excitement fizzle into anxiety, fearing that you've changed your mind.

When he looks at you through those glazed eyes, you can only smile wider though. Lifting up only slightly to line him up with you and immediately sink down on him all in one go.

You moan out in unison, his hands holding your hips yet again only this time holding you down on him. His cock sits dormant inside of you, stretching your walls with each breath and pathetic urge to twitch.

It...does feel different. Not so much that condoms ruin the experience in full but god it feels so much better. You can tell he agrees too, with the way he offers a half-dopey-smile as he holds you down on him. Now intentionally twitching just to feel those same hot-velvet walls hug his cock raw for the first time.

And it's not long after that when you start to bounce, but no. It's not enough this time. Jake wants to fuck you, and so, he fucking does. You go a little lightheaded at the movement, where he knocks you back by the shoulders, cock still plunged deep inside of you, and now pins you down against the bed. You only continue to grow dizzy at the feeling of his lips fluttering all across your chest, collarbone, and neck as he does it. Thrusting harder, deeper, and so much faster than he normally would. As if he can't get enough of you, as if he's seeing red and not yet noticing how your head is hanging half off the bed and you can't keep your eyes open through the sheer force of his cock slamming into you. And he just keeps going. Hips chasing every bit of warmth your pathetic and stretched cunt offers to him and his hungry desire of fucking you empty. To the point you gush all around him, splashing your pretty slick against his balls. Only then, will he let himself fill you right back up. Knowing for a fact that he's not going to be finished with you until you're both well aware that his load is going to be fucked right into that little womb of yours, and you'll never forget the feeling of having so much of it both stuffed inside of you and dripping down those pretty buckled legs.

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 5

Description: You're walking home, alone, at night, because this is a spiderman fic and we have to have at least one of these Warning! Reader is attacked, like shoved and cursed at but nothing happens bc Miguel obvi saves the day

Pt 6

It’s dumb, you know, a dumb dangerous idea to walk home alone, at night, but you just couldn’t stay at Todd’s anymore, and you left your car at your apartment. It was supposed to be a romantic evening, you got all dressed up, he took you to a nice restaurant, you were laughing, chatting, and he even seemed to be drinking less.

But then you got back to his, and it all went downhill. He convinced you to have one more drink, then he’d take you home, swearing up and down he was good to drive. He was not good to drive, in fact, the only thing he was good for was screaming at you for flirting with the waiter. The waiter, who was clearly gay and more into Todd than you.

You were not going to let a man scream at you, especially not one who claimed to love you, so you left. You felt proud of yourself for not engaging and keeping your head on straight, but now you were walking home alone in the dark, arms wrapped around you to keep yourself warm.

The moon and dim streetlights were your only sources of light, the street empty as the autumn winds rushed through the high rises, a forest of cinder block and cement, darkened windows like predatory eyes following your every step.

“Hey pretty lady, where you goin?” A voice called out from the shadows.

You kept your eyes forward, walking faster.

Suddenly, you felt someone grab your hair and yank you back, pain shooting through your scalp. “Bitch, I was talking to you.”

“I’m just going home, please, I don’t want any trouble.” You said evenly, trying to stay calm.

The man tsks and pulls you closer, tightening his grip on your hair.

Tears prick at your eyes, and you struggle against him. “Please, I’m a teacher, I don’t have any money.”

You feel a wet tongue drag up your neck, and you fight the urge to vomit. “A teacher huh? Always wanted to fuck my teachers, but they were stuck up bitches like you, never gave me the time of day.”

He shoved you back against the brick wall of the alley, and you tried to blink back your tears. “Please don’t, please, I just want to go home.” You plead, hands shaking, your heartbeat in your throat.

His face is partially hidden in the shadows, but you can see his wicked grin, the foam gathered at the edge of his lips. “It’s too late for that now.”

You can’t stop the tears from falling, as you struggle against him trying to catch his foot with your stiletto heel, it hits driving into his shoe, but then it snaps, and you’re left off balance.

“Stop fucking moving, you bi—” He’s cut off, his hands ripped from you as he’s slammed into the wall in front of you. The resounding crack of his bones is followed by a scream, a blur of motion, red and blue, and then…nothing.

You’re alone in the alley, tear-stained face, body trembling, your scalp tender from his harsh grip, but you’re alone.

There’s a soft sound from beside you, and you dart back, arms thrown out to protect yourself.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

There standing before you, towering over you, is Spiderman.

“I don’t, I—” You dissolve into tears, covering your face with your hands. This is too much, first the fight with Todd, then the alley creep and now Spiderman? You’re definitely about to have a panic attack.

He approaches you cautiously, his hands held out in a pacifying motion until they land gently on your shoulders. “You’re safe now, he’s gone. I promise.”

He’s so warm, and his hands are so big, his thumbs gently caressing your skin, a repetitive back and forth motion that you focus on as you slow your breathing.

“Thank you.” You manage to choke out through your tears, looking up at the masked figure.

His eyes dilate and expand as they take you in, an almost dizzying thing to watch. “Why are you out here alone?”

You sniffle and shrug, feeling stupid. Why didn’t you call a cab or just suck it up and stay at Todd’s?  Why did you risk it? “I got in a fight with my boyfriend.”

He makes a low sound of sympathy, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Why don’t I escort you home? Just to make sure you’re safe.”

“My shoe is broken.” You say pitifully, a fresh wave of tears appearing. “They were my favorite and now ones broken.”

“I’ll carry you, just hold on tight.” He says, scooping you up into his arms, then you’re being flung into the air.

You scream, clinging to him for dear life, burying your face in his broad chest, just barely managing to give him your address before another scream rips from your throat.

Finally, he sets you down on the front steps of your apartment building, your arms like a vice grip around him.

“No offense, but I hope I never have to experience that again.” You tell him as you untangle yourself from him.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.” It sounds like he’s smiling, but you can’t tell under the mask.

“Well, again, thank you, I don’t know what would’v—” Another wave of tears surges forth and your tongue feels heavy, your body still trembling as you search in your purse for your keys.

“You’re safe, he’s gone, go inside and get some rest.” Spiderman gently orders, brushing your hair back from your face, his gloved fingers lingering along the curve of your cheek, catching your tears as they fall.

“I will, thank you.” You whisper, giving him one last look before disappearing into your building.

You’re watching the news the next morning and see reports of a wild animal attack downtown. The same section of town you were in last night. A chill runs down your spine, and you switch off the TV, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

As you head out the lobby doors, one of the front desk girls calls out to you, a shoebox in hand.

You open the box in your car. It’s your shoes, well not your shoes, you left the broken one in the alley, the other you threw in the trash. These are a brand-new pair, same color, design, and size. As you pull them out, a card flutters into your lap.

New shoes, maybe get a new boyfriend with them to avoid any more nighttime incidents. -Spiderman

You laugh at that, tracing the letters of his name, a fluttering in your stomach at the memory of his toned body wrapped around you, of his raw strength as he quite literally threw your attacker into a brick wall. You slip the note into your purse and change into your new shoes, feeling strangely protected with them on. A placebo effect, you’re sure.

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[impala-dreamer]

Comfort Treats

Dean Winchester x Reader

Pain/Period Comfort Drabble - 512 Words - Fluff

The blanket is warm but it's not enough. Burying yourself in pillows and curling inwards isn't really doing it either. There's real pain tonight. The kind of pain that radiates through your body and into every fiber of your being. It's so bad that your hands are shaking and breathing is difficult. It's the kind of pain that makes you dizzy, makes it hard to stand.

Doubled over isn't an accurate description. It would be better to say that your core is a black hole slowly sucking your bones in, yanking at your muscles until you're nothing but a ball on the sofa, a whimpering, aggravated, hormonal ball.

He doesn't turn on the light when he comes in and you're grateful for the continued darkness. Dean shuffles in with a paper grocery bag in his arm. He perches on the edge of the sofa by your knees and starts unpacking.

"Feelin' any better?" he asks, voice just above a whisper.

A pathetic 'no' rolls off your tongue and you unwind enough to turn and see what he's up to.

"What is all that?"

Green eyes flash your way and a soft smile lifts his lips. "Presents."

Your heart swells. "For me?" 

He chuckles. "Duh." Digging into the bag, he pulls out one rattling bottle after another. "Extra strength Advil and Tylenol. I can never remember which does what, so you got both. Oh, and Aleve and Midol." The bottles line up on the coffee table like toy soldiers. "Also Takis if you're feeling spicy… Fritos because they're salty…" The chips sag behind the pills. "Hershey bars for chocolate, sour worms for… well, sour… ice cream for your soul… and some Jerky. For me."

His wink is all you really need, and his thoughtfulness soothes a massive cramp.

Sitting up, you reach for him, grabbing up a fistful of gray flannel. "You are the sweetest man in the entire world, you know that?"

He blushes a bit and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. "I don't know about that… just thought you could use some treats."

"No," you tell him firmly, tugging him down to you. "You are the most incredible, kind, wonderfully sweet man in the entire world."

He falls down over you, careful to hold himself up and not crush you too badly. "What about ruggedly handsome and undeniably sexy?"

"Well…" Pushing up, you nudge at his lips with your own. "Those too. But mostly just a big old softee."

Dean laughs and helps you roll onto your side so he can lie behind you and cuddle close. "Fine, but don't go telling everyone how sweet I am. I got a reputation to uphold." 

The heat of him, the heaviness of his arm around your middle does more to comfort you than any snacks ever could. You sink back against him and close your eyes, finally close to feeling better.

"Your secret's safe with me, Dean…" 

"Good deal." He drops his lips to your cheek and smiles. "Now pass me those sour gummies. I feel some cramps coming on too…"

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[keeponquinning]

My brain is dead right now, but i saw this sentence so maybe you can write smut with Eddie?😇

Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?

I can work with this.

WARNINGS: because i forgot to put them, sorry. Reader cheats on boyfriend with eddie, public sex, they hook up at a party, p in the v ( unprotected ), the use of the word daddy.

He was inside you when the question tumbled out of his lips, his breath hot against the back of your neck, sitting prettily on his cock, his hands gripping your hips and leading your movements. The feel of his cock, hard, pulsing and thick made you dizzy, soft little moans pouring out of your lips. Yet his question made you laugh, breathless, your lips smiling. "... what?" You heard him, through your lust filled daze, but, surely he didn't ask t h a t?

He growled, one of his hands roamed from your hip, between your legs and slightly calloused fingers rubbed lazy circles around your clit. A shaky breath escaping him at the feel of your luscious walls squeezing around his cock, making it twitch deep inside you, your movements stilled, the both of you feeling so good at the moment and he leaned forward to give a biting kiss at the back of your neck. "... I said..." He let out a soft huff of a laugh. "Doing these like this..." He let out, his fingers on your clit quickening for a moment, feeling your legs start to shake and your breath hitched, stopping and squeezing your thigh as you let out a frustrated whimper. "...make us friends with benefits?"

A soft hiss leaves your lips, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close as his lips kiss the side of your neck and you move your hips back and forth, fucking yourself gently on his cock. Because you want to. Because you need to. The feel of him so full inside you has become an addicting one. You couldn't stop until you've cum, you knew that. It didn't matter if the guy you were kind of seeing was downstairs at the party. When Eddie Munson was inside you, all you could think about was him.

Your body belonged to the Freak of Hawkins High and your body didn't care.

Your mind, however...

"Don't we have to be friends for that?" You answer, and you feel him shift on the bed of...neither of you knew, him laying you on your side, hooking your leg around him, giving him enough leverage to sink his cock inside your tight little cunt, hitting that perfect spot as you let out a moan only Eddie could bring out, "...oh, fuck..."

His moans were soft, yet deep. Pressing his forehead against your shoulder, a groan following suit. "... got a point, sweetheart..." His words breathed out, driving his cock harder and faster, entranced with how wet you were, how you felt so easily gliding on his cock and yet so fucking tight... He dreamed of being inside you, wake up with the hardest morning wood and have to stroke himself furiously to the thought of you. He didn't feel right until he came in you, which was the goal now, the light smack of skin upon skin as he pounded into you like the crazed man you made him. "I don't care--I don't--fuck, just care about....oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good..."

You were amazed no one had heard you, yet. The thought of being quiet long gone as your moans and whimpers filled the room. The way his cock could stretch you, yet you could feel how you sucked him inside, begging to have him deeper. Feeling your wetness spread, the knots in your stomach tightening. "...such a big cock... I fucking love this cock..."

"Yeah?" he asked, grabbing you once more, his devilish smile spread wide. Eyes crackling like lightening as he brought you on top of him, his cock slipped out and falling on his stomach, grasping it, sliding the swollen head over your drenched folds, chuckling deep when you lowered yourself onto him, no hesitation on your part to have his cock inside you again. Both of your moaning softly as he was deep inside you once more. "Show me... Mhm... Show me how much you love my cock, beautiful."

And you do. So wet for him, it takes little to adjust to how full and thick his cock is. Your walls part and cling to him so eagerly, body moving up and down easily. A pant and a moan falling from your lips as his eyes are transfixed at the sight of his own cock disappearing inside your cunt. You feel so warm, wet and tight to him that soon his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. You don't care about anything else, crying out and whimpering his name, like a prayer, bouncing on his cock. Everything a white noise, the sound of the bed's mattress springs creaking louder, and faster, faster, faster. You can feel him pulsing and twitching inside you, hear how wet you are, feel his nails scratch along your sides and hips.

You're laying down on him, sobbing into his neck. "That's okay, baby... Oh fuck... Did so good...." Grasping your hips, making you stay spread as he fucked his way into you. "Daddy's got you, Princess.... oh, fuck, let Daddy take care of you... Fuck this amazing pussy... Cum so deep...." You whimper and moaned, making him chuckle. "Oh, you love that... Mmm, gonna cum so much and so deep your boyfriend's gonna think it's his... Shit... Fuck... You ready, baby? Oh yeah... You're ready... You're fucking ready..."

You both let out a yell as you cum for each other. Your release drenching and drowning his cock while his fills you up. Each rope of cum fills you with a warmth that you're addicted to, making you cry out and sigh dreamily, each wave of the orgasm making you both hold on to the other so tight. Both of your lips kissing the other's skin. He's careful of not biting your skin — but you're not. He doesn't have a girlfriend, after all, not like you with your boyfriend that couldn't even hope to make you feel as good as he can. He likes your bites, the marks it leaves behind.

When clarity kicks in, you barely speak as you gather your clothes again. He always looks more disheveled, not care if he looked like he had just fucked. Again, there's no risk for him, but you always look so pretty and pristine, it makes him want to take you again. But he can't, not when you leave first and he looks appreciatively at your ass as you walk out the room.

Neither of you know who or what you are to each other... But you both knew damn well that wouldn't be the last time for either of you, and that brings a comfort of its own.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 10

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

Your legs shake as the vibrations roll through you. It feels just like that morning, just like grinding on Lee, but better. Your lashes flutter as the sensation spills over and wells up to your throat, blooming in a wobbly moan.

You push your feet apart, slightly lifting your pelvis as your other hand grips the seat. You quiver as electricity courses through you, peaking, and leaving you zapped of all your strength. You fall back breathless against the backrest and whimper as the toy buzzes against you still.

Lee's soft growl draws you back from your delirious pleasure. Your head lolls as you force your eyes open. Your lips part as you see his hand in his lap, grabbing himself as his other grips the wheel tight. He groans as he steers with his thumb, spinning into a sharp turn as he dips behind a nearby building.

"That's it, darlin', I'm not gonna make it home," he puts the car into park and unclicks his seatbelt.

You edge the toy away from your panties as you watch him dumbly. He reaches over, grasping the back of your neck as he pulls you towards him. The seatbelt bites into his neck. He frantically pushes the button so it retracts, tugging on your shoulder before you can free yourself.

"Fuck, I need ya, sweet thing," he snarls before crashing his lips into yours.

He traps you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your lips before delving into your mouth. He nearly gags you as he invades and urges you further and further toward the edge of the seat. He puffs as he pulls your head back, hand still firmly planted on your neck.

"I need..." he grunts as his hand pulls impatiently at his belt, "I need that mouth, darlin'."

"Lee," you squeak in shock, "I--"

"It's alright, I'll be easy on ya," he purrs, "but you can't be doin' whatcha doin', 'spectin' me not to be affected."

"But-- but-- you told me to, sir," you pout and he growls again, his blue eyes foggy and dilated.

"And I'm tellin' ya I need ya. I'm hurtin' for ya," he shoves you down as he unzips his fly. You gasp as his strength sends a pang up your skull. He bends you over the space between your seats as his hand feels beneath his pants, "just open up, darlin', I'll show ya what to do."

You can only squeak as he forces you down and he pulls his cock out above his fly. You wriggle as your eyes round at the sight of him. You've never seen a man like this. He looks big but you're not a good judge. You don't know why you're even thinking that, you're heart is hammering so fast.

He prods against your lips, pinching your neck as he coaxes you, "come on, sweet thing, I got you a nice gift, now you give some back."

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. You open your mouth and your lips strain around him, stretching enough to hurt. Are they all this thick. He urges you down until he pokes at your throat. You choke and puff out through your nose.

"Ugh, you feel good, don't ya? So nice," he pulls you back before pushing you back down, gliding your mouth along his length, your spit smearing on his flesh, "you feel like... heaven, sweet thing." he drags his hand up to pet your head, "now you keep on, just like that."

He leans back into his seat, hips twitching so that he hits your reflex. You gag as your eyes pricks and your breath slowly escapes your nose. You can barely breath as you bob your head. You're dizzy with the effort.

His hand crawls down your neck and to your shoulder. He follows the line of your arm to your hand, covering it with his as you still hold the forgotten toy. He guides your hand back between your legs, forcing it against your panties once more. Another vibrant tide awakens.

He moves your hand, further stoking your core. He lays his other hand over your skull, leading your motion as you can barely think to keep it up. He pushes you back down each time you pull your head up. He groans and you feel the tension string through him.

"So good, blossom," he groans as he guides your hand against your underwear, "I can't... can't even think... how good your little pussy must be. Hmm, and you save it just for me, didn't ya?"

You murmur, tears webbing in your lashes as you cough and choke. He doesn't let up, moving you faster and faster, in tandem with the short jerk of his pelvis. His nails dig into your scalp as the toy sends tendrils down your thighs and up to your chest.

You twitch as you cum again, soaking through the cotton of your panties as you babble around your mouthful. He keeps the toy firms against you. You make sickly noises as the battle of horror and delight rages within you. You dribble down his length, surrendering to his need.

"Ah, darlin', I'm close, you got me so close, you got me--" he rambles and pulls you off of him abruptly. "Keep your mouth open, sweet thing."

You open your eyes as he grips his dick and pumps himself furiously. He holds you bent over his lap as pushes his head against the seat. He spasms and you flinch at the sudden spurt that strings over your face in thick, slimy cords. Mortified, you close your eyes as he coats you in his cum, huffing until he's oversensitive and shaking.

He caresses your head and sighs. You stay as you are, stunned as the afterglow slowly recedes. You pant over his lap, watching as his dick twitches and slowly softens.

"Tell me, darlin', say it," he coos, "tell me it's all for me."

"Hmmm?" You flick your eyes up and bat your lashes, staring at him from below.

"Tell me you saved your pussy for me. Thats its all mine."

You look up, past him, at the world just outside the window. He's shameless and your stupid, but you've gone to far to go back now.

"Yes, sir, it's all for you."

[its-in-the-woods]

The Woman Who Couldn’t Die Part 9

master list

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Original Character

Synopsis: “I don’t know if I can lose someone again.”

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: This is based on Fallout expect typical horror as well as: Blo0d, G0re, Death, Bodily injury, mentions of SH, death, drugs use, soft!cooper, angst, slow burn, hurt/comfort, Dead dove,

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

*thank you to everyone that reads <3 You all make the world go round. I've really fallen in love with this story

The next two outposts were the same burnt outside, body parts, and not much else. The third one left Cooper feeling frustrated as they went over the whole place trying to find something worthwhile. Food, water, and chems were low. They could probably go a few more days, but it was making his fingers itch. He didn’t like to run low on anything, as it would mean withdrawals, withdrawals lead to going feral. He glances over at Jade, he was not going feral. No. They’d figure this out, or he’d off himself before that happened. 

Jade had started lifting floorboards around a desk, the woman was convinced something was under the floor. Ghoul was less optimistic, it wasn’t the first time she’d torn into a wall or floor thinking there might be more behind it. Jade hadn’t said much about whatever was happening, she’d curl up against him at night, and while they walked she’d occasionally hold his hand. She’d kissed him a couple of times too, it left him feeling slightly dizzy, the world didn’t feel so dark with her in it. She was a vicious killing machine when it called for, but also full of ridiculous optimism. How? He didn’t try to understand. The more he learned about her life the more he questioned why she kept going. Why did anyone keep going? Jade just wanted to live, she lived for each day, and each morning. Somehow grateful that she got to keep putting one foot in front of the other. 

“Yes!” He hears her call out, taking him out of his thoughts. She had dropped down below the floor, just her hand sticking up out of the hole she jumped into. “Chems!”

The Ghoul moves over looking down into the dark hole. Jade had a big smile on her dirt-covered face shaking the case of chems above her head like she’d struck gold. He reached down, grabbing the box before placing them on the old table. Opening it up, six bottles of his chem, he couldn’t help the small smile tug on his lips.  

“Hell yah,” He says, turning to look back down at her, there were half a dozen or so crates scattered over the basement. She was going through each carefully, a small stack of cans beside her, some water purifying tablets.  

“Start passing stuff up’er, Pip-Squeak.” Cooper leaning down, she turns face to him, now covered in more dust and dirt. She grabbed a few things wrapping them up in her coat to hand to the man. 

“Think we should be good for a little while now,” Jade smiles at him, he couldn’t help the way his heart twitches seeing her grinning.  She looks at him like the sun revolves around him, eyes lit up like fire. 

“Grab whatever else, then we should get you outta here, don't know what could be down there.” He states, squatting down to hand her the jacket again. 

After one more load, he helps Jade out from under the floor, they are both covered in dirt. Jade was over the moon with her small find, “This should keep us supplied until we get to the next town. God I hope we get to -”

A click of a gun had Cooper whirling his own gun up, as he turns to face the two men who stand in the doorway. He fires at them, his other hand pushing Jade down, he hears her drop as gunfire goes off. His gun blasts a hole in one of the men, the man falls as the other blasts scattershot. The shot hitting the Ghoul in the chest, but that didn’t stop him, instead the Ghoul was already aiming his gun at the man. The blast coming out and blowing the man's hand clear off. Another shot from outside hit the Ghoul's side, Jade standing up beside him firing at the man. Her speed and accuracy were no match for the other man as he was hit by both of them. The one man was dead on the floor, the other screaming holding the stump of his hand up. The man outside had chunks out of him but was taking off. Cooper was already at the door grabbing the man and dragging him back to the door. Jade stood over the blood-covered man as he begged her to end it. 

“Why are you here!” She yells at him, Cooper slamming the other man’s blood body beside the door. The other man was coughing and sputtering blood all over the ground as he oozed. 

“There’s a bounty on you two,” The man sobs, his face starting to go pale as blood gushes out of him. He wouldn’t be long for this world, not without them fixing up his stump, which isn't going to happen. 

“A bounty huh,” The Ghoul said, crouching in front of him, watching him try to squirm away from his gaze.

“You killed the wrong guy's brother, Ghoul,” The man beside the door choked out, blood foaming down his face. His eyes were going in and out of focus, words more a slur than speak. 

“Whose brother!” Jade gritted, her hand grabbing stumpy's stump and pushing a finger in. 

The man howled, “Stop, please. Please no more.” He whimpered tears covering his dirt-smeared face. “Joel, Joel Pedro. Dom Pedro’s brother, you dumb cunt.”

Jade looked up at the Ghoul, the two immediately recognizing the name. The ghoul handed her a knife, she took the knife and cut his throat, blood squirting out as he sputtered and choked. 

The Ghoul had a foot on the other man pressing it down into its chest, the man wailing as he pushed on it, “Who the fuck is Dom Predo?”

The man shrivels back, squirming in his own icker. “He’s coming for yah Ghoul. He’s going to take you and the experiment girl alive.”

Cooper shot him without hesitation, the splash of blood on the doorway dripping down. Jade stood there with a confused look on her face, before moving towards the bodies, digging around in pockets. She pulls out a sheet of paper, unfolds it, and holds it up to the Ghoul. 

His face sans hat was on there, and beside him was a poorly done drawing of Jade. Both drawings were half-assed but it was clearly them. A large bounty for them both found alive, less if they were dead. A bit more info was below, they were to be brought to the southern west coast. Details were sparse but it was enough to give them a direction. 

“Well fuck, looks like you got your first bounty on your head, Tiny” The Ghoul states before he folds up the paper and puts it back into his pocket. Trying not to think too hard on the fact that Jade was now in danger because of him. 

“First? You’ve had this happen before?” Jade pushes, Cooper shrugging as he starts to go over the dead men. He had lost track of how many times someone had wanted his head on a platter, it never ended well for the ones looking for him. You didn’t stay alive for this long without killing a few fellas. 

“Won’t be doin’ good if I wasn’t on the boards myself,” He said, grabbing a good bag of caps from one of the men, they’d be well stocked now. The Ghoul pondering a change of course now that there was a bounty on their heads. 

“How’d they know it was us?” Jade asks, pulling out some ammo and pocketing it. Her pants and bag were already heavily weighed down by her findings. 

“Always someone watching, could have been someone in one of the towns or outposts that recognized you.” He replies, fishing out a couple vials of chem, as well as another inhaler. Never hurt to have a spare one or three. The old saying, ‘One is none, and two is one’, came to mind.  

Jade sitting back on her heels looking at the mess, “I wish I could remember their faces, at least we could avoid them then.”

The Ghoul watching her, he could see the wheels turning in her head, he got up and went to her. Crouching beside Jade to look at the body, really what was left of the body. 

“Look’er, I can give you some bullshit 'bout how it’s gonna be okay. That they’ll never catch us dead or alive. But I know you Jade, you’ve seen this world for what it is. It ain’t gonna get better, you decided to follow me. You decided to jump down that creature's throat. We both know that chances of us makin’ it to the other side unscared, much less alive, is low.”  He states, he didn’t know why he needed a speech, but it felt right. “Now ya can try and dig those memories up, to make sense of it’ll. But I’ve been wandering this bullshit for two hundred years, and most memories that’re gone are best left gone.”

Jade looked at him, brown eyes watching him before she stands up and stretches, audible pops as she moves. “I think that’s the most words you’ve said to me.”

The Ghoul huffed, “Yeah, you're welcome, Pip-Squeak. Good it gets me.” He rolls his shoulder under the duster grabbing his bag, hoping that maybe some of the words crept into that thick skull of hers. 

Jade has a small smile as she goes back into the building rummaging through the last dead body. “Well, it does get you a bunch of Chems, and a good amount of caps. I am not a completely useless sidekick”

She jingled the cap and held out the chems, the Ghoul took them. Letting his hand linger on her fingers a little longer. Watching as her cheeks go a little pink, the girl had just killed three people with him and was now blushing at the touch of his glove. Maybe he was still stuck in the forest somewhere living in a daydream.

“Think we should head south at the next intersection.” He said as he stashes the bottles in his bag, Jade doing the same thing, making sure all their loot was tucked away.

“Why south?” Jade asks, closing up her own bag. The Ghoul was grateful to see her not wincing when she shifted it onto her back. He had taken out the stitches at the second outpost. Most of her bruises and cuts are now gone, but he'd catch her every now and again wincing in pain. “Thought we would be heading west?”

The Ghoul pulls out the paper that had their bounty on it. Rereading the words.“Want to know more about this fella. Dom Pedro. So we know what we are walking into.”

“Walking into?” Jade pries, as she walks over to him. “Are we planning on going after him?”

“Won't be who I was if I ran from every slimsnake that wanted my head.” He clicked his tongue, standing up and taking a hit of chem, the numbness easing his mind. “I know of a small town that should be able to get us some information. If you're game?”

Jade shrugs, looking around the place, before back at him. “Don't got any other plans.”

They continued west until they hit a crossroads, the beat-to-hell pavement more sand and gravel than the once black tarmac. Jade stands beside her companion watching him look at the different directions. His eyes squinting, head tipping as he listens. His senses were much sharper than hers, he often stop to do just this. Listen, look, smell, and take stock of what is around them. Since the forest incident, he had been extra cautious about anywhere they went. Constantly making her stay somewhere so he could scope it out. Jade would have called it annoying, but really she knew he was just trying to keep her safe. 

As he turns she saw the wreckage of the scattershot he had taken. Grimacing a little at the wounds, she hopes he’d let her dig them out. It had to be painful, right? He finally faces south, squirting down the way.

“What is it?” Jade finally asks, trying to see what he could. She moves to stand right behind him, shifting the weight of her bag on her shoulders. Regretting having taken those extra cans of cram, the bag's weight pressing down on her tender joints. 

The Ghoul huffs, rolling his shoulders, “I am not sure, something feels wrong.” Jade tried to let her senses feel out, when she had been in the forest she had felt the strangest, the wrongness of the place. Here though, it didn’t feel any different than any of the other trails they’d been on. 

Jade shifts her weight onto her other foot. The thought that they could be going down another fucked up forest trail was not high on her to-do list. “Can we not go that way?” She gestures towards the western trail. 

He turns to her, looking to where she is pointing. “You scared now pip-squeak? Thought you went on instinct.”

Jade rolls her eyes at him, at the moment her instincts are dull. She had blamed it on the many stimpaks and med-x shots she’d taken, but standing there she wondered if it was something else. “Instinct would like me to live, not go through another monster-being-dropped-on-my-head forest walk,” Jade replies sarcastically, trying not to let the fear creep into her voice. 

The Ghoul let out a wheezing cough of laughter, a crooked smile on his face, “Yeah, I would rather not carry your dead weight around.” Jade gives him a dirty look at the comment, “We should keep going West then, it will be a bit roundabout.”

“Roundabout, but alive sounds better than, straightforward and dead.” Jade sighs, turning towards the western path. She is about ten steps down the road before realizing he hasn’t moved yet, “You losin' it, old man.” 

The Ghoul turns towards her, eyes covered by the shade of his hat. “Dotcha think it’s a little odd, how everytime we try to go in a directions somethin is standin in our way?”

Jade shrugs again, she hadn’t really thought about it that much. Really she hadn’t thought further than the next place they slept. Was it weird? Maybe, but this was the Wastes, and it wasn’t uncommon to run into issues. 

“It’s really only the one time?” Jade said, walking back over to him. “Not like we’ve been traveling for months here.” 

“Fifteen days,” The Ghoul said, still staring down the southern path. Jade standing beside him, wondering why he had kept track of how many days. Maybe it was an old-world way she didn’t understand. 

“If you really want to go south, we can,” Jade states, yeah she was not really up for another battle, but she wasn’t going anywhere without him either. Sense dulled or not, she couldn’t imagine being alone out here. The realization that she is heavily relying on him, made her heart clench. Did he even feel the same way? Was this a hint that they would be splitting?

The Ghoul turns to her, his hazel eyes looking over her face. Jade held his eye contact, wishing he would just tell her what he was thinking instead of staring at her. The silence was always so much worse than the arguing. 

“Well, let’s go,” He said, moving past her down the western trail, in a flurry of material swishing behind him.

Jade’s shoulders slump as she follows him, working hard to keep up with his long-legged pace. Wondering why he had decided to move at the speed of sound all of sudden. She thought about his comment, about how there always seemed to be something in their way. 

“What did you mean back there,” She finally asks, “About something being in our way?”

The Ghoul was quiet, Jade’s boots echoing around them as they moved. Jade stops, waiting for the Ghoul to do the same. He turns back looking at her, she still couldn’t make out the expression on his face. Maybe this was it, he had finally decided he was done carrying her dead weight.

“What?” He asks, throwing his hands up. “We're going West, will go around. Save us the headache of finding another critter.”

“What do you mean what?” Jade asks, “You were standing there like you were contemplating the meaning of life instead of which direction we should go."

“Just doesn’t feel right is all.” Ghoul huffs, making as if he is going to leave but doesn’t move much. Instead pacing back and forth. “We should.” He swallows, looking away towards the trees. “I can’t,”

Jade is moving towards him, but he is still staring off face covered in shadow. “What is it? Is this ‘cause of the bounty? Thought you said this wasn’t uncommon?”

“It’s not safe traveling with me. Yah got a bounty on your head, you almost got killed. Cause you are following me.” The last words are so quiet she almost doesn’t hear them, his shoulders drawn up like he was trying to hide himself away from her. 

Jade stands in front of him, seeing the pain in his eyes makes her heartache. The holes in his chest had mostly stopped bleeding, but would need to be tended to. At the moment his mind was what needed tending. She reaches up to touch his face, but he moves away from her touch.

“Stop it.” He says, the words holding no venom, he takes a step back from her. Jade wasn’t having it, moving backward with him.

“Me? Stop it?” Jade cusses, “You think I can’t make my own choices?” This time when she reaches for him she pushes him backwards. He barely moves, head tipped down, not looking at her. “Treating me like a child.” Jade is now raising her voice, “I am here, following you. Cause I want to be here.” She shoves him again, “My life has been a living hell for years, and the last however many fuckin days, have been some of the best ones. Even if the monster almost killed me.”

She goes to shove him again, the Ghoul is grabbing both her wrists holding them in iron-like vices. He pushes her back, she stumbles until her back hits a tree with a thump. Thankful that her backpack cushions it. Jade’s hands are pinned against the branch, the Ghoul is right in her face, eyes lit like fire as he glares down at her. Jade's Heart pounding in her chest as his eyes flow over her face. 

“You are so frustrating,” He growls at her, Jade staring right back at him with just as much venom, “I can’t keep you safe forever.”

Jade grits her teeth, struggling against his grip, knowing she most likely won’t break free. But there was no way in hell she was going down easily. “I am not asking you to. You vacuum-sealed raisin.”

A small smile twitches his lips at her insult, “Look who's talking, smooth skin.” 

Then he leaned down and pressing his lips against hers. Jade froze for a moment, brain trying to figure out how they went from arguing to kissing. Pushing that out of her mind, she pushes back, the bridge of his nose bumping against hers, the warm brush of air as he breathes out. Her whole body reacts when he opens his mouth and sucks her lip into his, keening as she pushes her body against his. Feeling her wrists being let go, his hands traveled down her body, pulling her close. She reached down and held his face, his rough skin under her hands, feeling each scar and mark. Trying to remember the way they felt and how he tastes, all of it. 

As suddenly as it started it stopped, the Ghoul pulling away, resting his forehead against hers, hat shading both of them. Their breath mixes as they try and catch it, hearts thundering under their clothes. 

“I don’t need you to save me,” Jade whispers, opening her eyes so she can see him. Feeling how his brow furrows at the words. “I just need you with me. For however long we get.” His breath is evening out, eyes still closed, Jade wishing he would look at her. “Please, I don’t know how long I will get. But I’d rather spend it with you.”

She hears him swallowing, his hand coming to cover the sides of her face. “I don’t know if I can lose someone again.”

The hurt in his voice had Jade wrapping her arms around him, hugging him close to her body. Feeling him tremble a little as she held on, refusing to let go of him. She didn’t care about anything else but holding onto him. Holding onto a man, who had seen every part of his world destroyed. Lost family, friends, and more to this horrid wasteland. 

“I will follow you, wherever you go. Until this world of ours ends,” Jade whispers, holding him tight for a moment more.

Part 10

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[the-broken-truth]

A Father's Son [Part 5 - Finale] - Miguel O'Hara w/ Teenage Spider Son Reader

Summary: Miguel O'Hara has gone too far - kidnapping Gabriella against her will and harming me to get to her. I'm going after them and I'm going to make Miguel O'Hara pay for taking my sister and coming to my Earth.

"Let me go, you big bully! You hurt my big brother!" Gabriella yelled as she pounded away on Miguel's Shoulder with her tiny hands as he walked along the roof of the newspaper building before placing the girl on her feet and clicking some buttons on the strange watch he was wearing before a red ringed portal appeared before him, he turned to collect Gabriella when he saw she was no longer beside him; he looked around and saw her standing by the edge of the building with anger in her eyes.

"Mija, it's time to go. I'll be a better guardian to you than [Name] ever was." Miguel said as she slowly walked over to Gabriella but she warned him to not come closer or she was going to jump. "Mija, you're not going to jump; just come to your father and let me take you to your new home."

"This is my home. My place with Elder Brother, who picked me up from the streets when I had no one and made me into the person I am today. you're not going to take me away from here just because you lost your daughter and you want to replace her! You're not using me!" The little girl said as she stood on the edge of the building and looked down at the rushing streets below.

"Gabriella, you don't understand. [Name] was a failure - he wasn't what I needed him to be but you are exactly what I need. I would never treat you like you're second rate, just come with me and let me help you with a better life." Miguel lifted his hand to grab the girl but she just glared at him and let her body fall back off the building, "GABRIELLA!" Miguel watched as the girl fell...until a black blur dashed through his line of sight and Gabriella was gone; she didn't hit the ground but where did she go?

Suddenly, [Name] appeared over the side of the building with Gabriella in his hands, snuggling under his chin with her hands gripping his jacket.

"I knew you would save me, Big Brother." Gabriella smiled as tears escaped her eyes while [Name] rubbed her back while glaring at Miguel, who glared at him back.

"I would never leave you, Gabriella. Now, I'm going to deal with him, go hide, Ella." [Name] said as he placed her on her feet and she ran to the building's rooftop opening and hid behind it. "You have a lot of nerve, O'Hara. Coming to my earth and kidnapping my sister for your own twisted vision. I'm giving you one chance - leave my earth and never return or I'm going to break your body and throw you back into that portal."

"I'm not going anywhere with my daughter, you waste of flesh. Give her to me and stay out of my way." Miguel demanded but he shot a web at [Name], who dodged it before he noticed Miguel running at the with his fists balled, before Miguel could touch him, his fist was caught and [Name's] fingers wrapped around Miguel's hand but when Miguel tried to pull away, he was stuck. "Let go of me, Mistake!"

"I'm sick of you, O'Hara." [Name] said as Sleeper started taking over [Name's] Body, causing him to grow and glare down at his father without the symbiote's mask, "You have done nothing to hurt me! Disrespect me and my mother! You come to my earth and take my sister from me! We are going to destroy you and make you regret coming here!" Sleeper's Mask took over [Name's] face and roared in Miguel's face before he lifted his fist and shot forward into Miguel's face, causing the man to skip along the ground like a stone. Miguel goes on his hands and knees, shaking his head to get the dizzy feeling out of his head before looking at Sleeper, who marched in Migeul's Direction.

"What the hell is that thing?!" Miguel asked as he rose to his feet, Sleeper lifted his hand to smash Miguel into the roof but when the giant creature shot forward, Miguel jumped out of the way and fired another web at Sleeper, who grabbed the ropes and pulled the webs towards him and clotheslined him, making him crash into the roof. Miguel tried to stand but Sleeper put his foot on Miguel's chest, keeping him still. "Get off me, Creature! Where is my son?!"

"Son?! You dare call us him a son after everything you have done to him?! You made him feel unloved and unwanted! You took him away from his other because you wanted someone to push him around! Once you told him that you didn't want him or what him, he went to his mother to say goodbye and his mother and my parent gave me to him. I am Sleeper and I shall break your body into pieces!" Sleeper said as she stomped on Miguel's chest, making him sink into the roof. With another stomp, the roof started cracking, one last stomp, and Miguel when falling through the roof with a big boom. Sleeper went after him and grabbed him by the head and threw him into the wall after the people moved away screaming.

"[Name], Let go of me! I'm your father and you shall listen to me!" Miguel demanded as he grabbed Sleeper's forearm ad tried to pull him off but the Symbiote slammed the man into the wall and charged him through other walls until they were out of the streets and Sleper threw Miguel into the street with a large boom in a crater. Miguel struggled to get out of the ground but Sleeper stomped on him again, making blood leak from his mouth as he screamed in agony.

"Look at the Great Leader of the Spider-Society, broken and beaten like I once was but now the tables have turned and now you are nothing but a sack of meat. Maybe I should put you out of your misery." Sleeper said as he opened his large jaws and slowly put Miguel's head in his mouth but before he could be down, the image of Gabriella flashed through his mind and he pulled Miguel's head out of his mouth and looked at him. "I won't be the most that you think I am; you've done enough, don't come before me again I'm sending you home."

Sleeper jumped back to the top of the news building with Miguel in his grasp and looked at him again before throwing him into the portal and pulling Sleeper off his body, transforming him back into a jacket. He called out for Gabriella, who came from her hiding spot and ran over to her brother and picked her up, and hugged her tightly - he was going to protect his sister for as long as she needed him and the world that he now called home.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Can I request King Charming x Queen Charming smut? ty 🩵

Just checked my inbox and the next one is a gk x eq!!! They are one of my favvvvvsssss and I’m really excited so please KEEP THE GK X EQ REQUESTS COMING

Anyway ngl this was a very random commission like I thought I’d never heard of people shipping eq x gk but this is just totally random

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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“Are you sure we’re going to be alone?” Queen charming panted as her back fell on the big oak doors. King charming nodded distractedly as he kissed along her neck.

The good king shouldn’t be coming back for a while, last he knew he had gone on some date with the evil queen.

He reached blindly behind her, his hand searching for the knob as their lips clashed together in a dance of passion. They stumbled back, the door hitting the wall behind as they walked backwards, king charming quickly shutting the door.

Queen charming fell with a huff on the bed, her dress sprawling out as she leaned back her arms wrapping around king charmings neck and his tangling in her hair. He tugged her head back, his lips finding her soft neck as he peppered kisses down.

He slightly pulled back, knocking her shoes of in the process before he attacked her lips again. She moaned in the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she did while her own hands wondered down and down until she got to the start of his pants.

King charming but her lip, gazing hungrily into her eyes as she removed the belt slowly, throwing it across the room as her hand slipped down.

His own hand shot out, grabbing hers with one hand as the other tugged roughly at the laces of her dress.

Soon enough their clothes lay in heaps on the floor, the only clothing left being queen charmings light blue stockings.

King charming brought her leg up to his face, his tongue slowly licking along her thigh, queen charming held her breath while her hands fisted at the sheets beneath.

The moan that rang around the room was deafening and she feared any passerby’s would hear, king charming must have thought the same as the next second he was gazing up at her from down below, his hand coming up to cover her mouth.

Queen charming felt her legs start to shake as his tongue did unspeakable things to her, things that made her dizzy with lust and hazy in want. She’d thought she would die from the intense pleasure that seemed to roll of her in waves.

Digging her nails in his scalp, her fingers gripping his hair for dear life king charming let a surprised moan as his girlfriend finally let go in a wave of pleasure that had her back arching of the bed. In her attempt to conceal her moans she took a pillow and covered her mouth in a feeble attempt.

King charming ripped the pillow from her face, his own mouth connecting with hers in a kiss that she could still taste herself on his tongue.

But before he could do anything else, she was pushing him off her and slowly walking towards him with a smirk.

He furrowed his brows as she pushed him again on the bed before falling to her knees, suddenly as he understood her intentions he felt even more blood coil in his gut with a warmth that made him lust crazy. Her mouth was warm and wet around him and he jumped in surprise at the sudden sensation.

She only smiled and brought her tongue all the way to his base before going back down while grazing her teeth.

He shuddered, his breath coming out in short pants as he wrapped his hand around her hair and tugging roughly as her lips closed around him.

She coughed in surprise but still remained, her hand coming up to graze his torso and stomach. King charming threw his head back as he felt the final wave of intense pleasure, queen charming pulled back surprise before she climbed over him and settled in his lap.

King charming grabbed one of her stocking covered legs and sunk her down further, she let out a silent scream at the sudden fullness inside her while meeting his wild eyes. As she rocked and grinned against him their lips met again for a kiss of pure lust.

That mixed with the overstimulation from their continuous ministrations had both of them filling the room in such loud moans that it was nearly impossible to hear the slapping of skin over anything else.

Queen charming felt that she should be embarrassed, she was a princess and the next queen of a kingdom yet here she was.

Completely lost in their hunger and want, king charming grabbed onto his destineds hips in a bruising grip.

He bucked against her, his face falling on her chest as they finally found that peak. They stayed still for a while, each catching their breath before they could move.

“We should get cleaned up…”

“Yeah… yeah your right.”

But before either of them knew it, king charming had them flipped over and his mouth was back on her plush lips.

They only hoped that the good king would take a while on his date.

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Seeing the amount of spelling mistakes I make when writing is painful and I’m truly sorry but I just miss some of them when reading over but still try to catch them out

Anyway as I said it’s a eq x gk fic on Wednesday so everyone hold tight because @mirrornetsblog wanted angst smut

Oh also can someone tell me why tf I can’t comment and reply on my own posts or anyone else’s like I swear I’m not trying to ignore you guys it’s just won’t let me

Hope you enjoyed and have great dayy!!

[valtiantian]

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says from his spot in front of the table, watching Wei Ying beside him closely, as his bleary eyes blink to clean up the haze and move slowly to look up to him.

"Are you sleepy?" He whispers, not wanting to break the silence in case it wakes him up fully. Wei Ying is sitting slumped next to him, still holding his chopsticks very loosely and looking at him with hooded and unfocused eyes. His brows furrowed a bit, glaring at Lan Wangji in a way that showed his displeasure at being woken up, his pouty lips ruining the annoyed look he was probably going for. The moment he processes the question he straightens up, and vigorously shakes his head, so much so he almost falls to the side.

"No no no," he says, while holding onto the table with the hand not holding the chopsticks, probably because he shook himself so hard he got dizzy. Lan Wangji places a hand cautiously on his waist, holding onto him so his husband doesn't slump over to the side. His hair was already messy from the night hunt they had just come back from, the red ribbon he wears everyday struggling to hold it up from so much tussling. After such shaking, the ribbon loosened enough to fall, Wei Ying's hair coming down messily and getting tangled on the ribbon.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's not even curfew yet, it's way too early! I don't sleep as early as you do," He protests, pointing his chopsticks at him and moving them close to Lan Wangji's cheek, grabbing the air threateningly like he's about to squish it like a jiaozi, before shaking his head again with a chuckle, this time slower so as to not knock himself unconscious, and going back to eating his food.

Lan Wangji caresses his hair, untangling the ribbon with dexterous fingers, so gently Wei Ying doesn't realize what he's doing, closing his eyes at the sudden affection. He's drowsy enough his attention to their surroundings is slipping. Wei Ying once told him he only felt safe enough to let go of his vigilance around him. The thought makes his lips curl up slightly.

"It was a long day," Lan Wangji murmurs after he's finished untangling the ribbon, folding it carefully over the table before passing his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, combing through it gently until he's satisfied with the state of it. Nodding to himself, he goes back to eating his own dinner, keeping an eye on Wei Ying in case he falls asleep again.

After a little while, when Lan Wangji has already finished eating, he notices Wei Ying's hand drop to the table as his eyes close, head tilting forward slowly until he wakes himself up with a start and begins the process all over again. It's very amusing and endearing, seeing Wei Ying fall asleep while eating like A-yuan used to do as a kid. It's also a testament to how tired Wei Ying is that the Jingshi is completely devoid of sound.

He watches him for a bit, as Wei Ying tries to finish his dinner, besotted beside himself, until Wei Ying actually drops forward and almost bangs his head against the table. Luckily Lan Wangji has good reflexes and managed to catch him by the shoulders. He wakes up again, blinking wearily up at him before dropping all his weight on Lan Wangji, resting his head over his chest.

Lan Wangji huffs a laugh, kissing the top of Wei Ying's head. He takes away the chopsticks that he is somehow still holding and picks him up in his arms.

"Still not sleepy?" He says softly as he carries him to bed, laying him down over it before arranging himself next to him, covering them both with the blankets. Wei Ying's hair is long and dark, splayed over the pillow and framing his face in beautiful contrast. Lan Wangji's hand goes unconsciously to it, touching his cheek sweetly.

"Nope," Wei Ying says, eyes still closed, and then gives an impressively big yawn, moving around on the bed until finally laying down on his side facing Lan Wangji. He grabs the hand closest to him, the one stroking his cheek, and kisses the palm before moving up to kiss Lan Wangji's lips, sighing out before relaxing completely.

"Not at all," is the last thing he says, whispering so softly he barely hears it, before his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. Lan Wangji is in love with a ridiculous man, and he hugs said ridiculous man close with a smile. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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Inspired by the "are you sleepy?" Incorrect quote from @wangxian-on-repeat :]

[chimindity]

Taken care of

Summary | John B's sister doesn't want to be treated like a kid anymore until she falls sick one day. Request by @/anon

Pairing | John B & sister!reader

Warning | reader being sick, fluff

A/N | hiii! thank youu for your request sweetie♡ I hope you love it

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Ever since you turned 15, you didn't want to be treated like a kid anymore by your brother; you had enough of being babied all the time.

You keep brushing John B off anytime he tries to help you hold your backpack or tie your shoes, telling him you're grown enough to do it yourself without his help.

You were doing fine without relying on his help, until one night, you jolt awake with a painful stomach, you sit up against your headboard tightly holding your blanket hoping the pain would quickly fade away, you feel your head getting hotter, your eyes feeling dizzy.

Few whimpers of pain slip out of your mouth as you struggle to stand up from your bed, meanwhile John B is still awake watching TV on the couch in the living room, you tip-toe to the kitchen to pick up some medicine.

You manage to walk into the kitchen without being noticed by your brother, you climb on the kitchen counter to grab the jar of pills while you feel yourself getting dizzier, as soon as your feet land back on the floor, you lean yourself against the fridge, closing your eyes.

You feel like you are about to pass out, everything seems to spin around you, you stumble to the chair and miss it, you fall on the floor holding yourself onto the chair, your body feels too weak to stand up, you don't hear John B swiftly rushing to the kitchen spotting you sprawled on the ground.

-"Sweetheart, woah— what's happened?" He crouches down and helps you stand up, you hold onto him trying to let go of his grip -"No, just— leave me alone, I'm doing fine, extremely fine," you mumble and lean back on the kitchen counter, brushing off his hand as he tries to steady you.

You stumble away from him -"No, you are not. Look at you, you can't even stand on your own. Just let me help you," he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him while pulling out the chair for you to sit down. You give in and stop fighting back, -"I can take care of myself, John B," you whisper, your glassy eyes looking up at your brother.

-"Do I have to remind you that you're my sister? It's not because you're a big girl that I don't have to take care of you anymore, mostly when you are sick," he speaks as he looks through the cupboard to find any stronger medicine, -"But, John B—" you get cut off by him as he sets down a hot cup of chocolate and a pill on the table -"No buts, you're sick bubba, let me take care of you".

You purse your lips as you pick up the pill and swallow it, your brother quickly brings your cup of hot chocolate to your lips -"Come on, drink this," he cradles the back of your head to help you drink it, a warm smile appears on your face as you feel safe with your brother.

After he places the empty cup in the sink, he helps you stand up to lead you back to your bed. -"You're going to feel better in no time, sweetheart," he massages your back while assisting you in climbing into bed. He brings the blanket over you and tucks you in, asking, -"Do you need anything else?" He lowers his voice, running his fingers through your hair.

You shake your head and give him a warm smile in return, -"No thank you, John B." He brings his head over your forehead and notices it's warmer than usual, -"You need to sleep now, you're burning." He bends down to leave a kiss on your forehead before switching the light off.

-"Goodnight, sweetheart. Don't be afraid to wake me up if you need anything else," he whispers while slowly closing your door, leaving you in the darkness of your room.

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[ladylooch]

I’ve had a long day and I just wanna cuddle with timo imagine Emma and timo cuddling 🥺

-🌸 anon

A/N: Oh no bby. I must have known cause I had this idea of Em being sick and really leaning into T. So, here is Timo and Em to brighten your day 💕😘

The second I open the door to the mudroom, warmth covers my chilled body. I set my work bag down on the bench then slowly lower myself down to it as well. I sigh, closing my eyes and rubbing at my temples, searching for relief from this sinus headache. A shadow dances across the kitchen floor in front of me. I can see a baby on his hip as he moves. I smile despite the awful, persistent ache in my throat. 

An illness started washing over me after I left home earlier this morning. I kept trying to push through- drinking water, attending meetings virtually, keeping my distance from others. I had meant to head for home around 3:00pm, but then the caterer for an event on Friday called. They had a fire in their kitchen and could no longer support the number of attendees. 

So instead of heading home, I worked until 7:00pm, making frantic, pleading calls to all my contacts in New Jersey until I finally found one who owed me a big enough favor. My voice was giving out as I was saying my goodbyes to them.

Tenderly, I push myself back standing, groaning at the aches settling into my body. I sway slightly, dizzy from the pressure in my head and the change in position. I move into the kitchen where Lio is guzzling down some water from his Devils sippy cup while his dad finishes loading the dishwasher.

“Hi mama.” Timo smiles over his shoulder. “Long day?”

“Yeah.” I respond. Timo’s smile drops immediately.

“Baby, you sound terrible.”

“I feel worse.” I murmur, walking towards him. I pause, look at Lio. “I should stay away. You have a game tomorrow too. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“Absolutely not.” Timo scoffs. “He’s is ready for bed. Go sit down on the couch. I’ll make you something to eat when he’s down.”

I nod, then wander into the living room. I lay down on the cream couch, falling asleep immediately after my boys disappear upstairs. I awaken to Timo brushing my hair off my cheek. 

“I think you’ve got a fever.” He murmurs, extending his hands forward with water and Tylenol. I sit up, then a cough suddenly shakes my shoulders. Timo pouts, rubbing my back. “Time for bed.” 

“I haven’t eaten today.” I confess. 

“You? Skip meals while working? Never.” 

“I’m sick. Don’t lecture me.” I whine. He wraps an arm around my waist. I cling my hand to the back of his shirt for stability as we head up the stairs. 

“Get changed. Get in that bed. And I’ll be back with something to eat.”

“Baby, I wanna cuddle.” I moan, grabbing his wrist when he turns.

“I’m going to infuse you into my body when I get back up here. But you need to eat something. Your body needs nutrients to fight whatever you have.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. His lips brush against the end of my nose, making my eyes close. “Love you, baby. Go get comfy.”

I do as I’m told, tucking myself into all of Timo’s clothes. When he comes back into the room with a sandwich, he smiles softly at me.

“You look so cute.”

“I’m pathetic.” I say after blowing my nose. He hands me the plate, watching me until I take my first bite. 

“Whole thing.” He circles the plate, then motions to my mouth.

I eat four more bites, almost half the sandwich before I literally cannot keep my eyes open anymore. Timo takes the plate from me then gathers me into his arms. He leads my leg over his hip, tangling his hand into my hair. He gently rubs his fingers into my scalp, releasing more tension as I whimper. Chills shiver my body, so he tucks me in even tighter, bringing the covers up above my shoulders. Feathery kisses are placed along my face. Timo brings his other hand to my cheek, stroking my red skin.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel well, baby. Wish I could trade places with you.”

“If you keep kissing me you’ll be miserable too.” He chuckles.

“Love you so much I wanna share all your germs.”

“Shhh.” I murmur, bringing my finger up to his mouth. He kisses along my finger, working his mouth into my palm. He then moves my hand to cup his side. “Love you, T.” I barely mumble before I’m drifting off again.  

Several times during the night, I wake up because I’m coughing so hard. Every time, T sits up with me, rubbing my back. I whimper after the latest one. My fever is coming back and my teeth begin to chatter in my mouth.

“I’ll get you some cold medicine this time.” He says, walking into the bathroom. “All we have is kid stuff for Lee.”

“I’ll take it.” I croak out. 

He hands me the dosage then disappears back into the bathroom. 

“Come here.” He whispers, gathering me back into his arms. “You are staying home tomorrow. No work.” I nod. “I’m going to skip morning skate to take care of you.” I nod again as he pulls me tighter into his chest. His lips ghost my hair. I melt into his strong body, appreciating how well he is taking care of me. “I’ll take Lee to Lexi tomorrow night for the game. Pick him up after. You’re only job is to rest in this bed.” My nod is extremely lethargic this time. His lips softly brush over mine, barely connecting. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, holding him down to me.

“There you go again… loving me perfectly.” I feel his lips tilt up.

Then his hand presses into my lower back, trying to devour me into his chest until there is no me or him, just us.

[silvercap]

leon and drugged for the ask game? :3 love your drabbles sm

Thank you so much!! Sorry this took me a minute, I had some trouble figuring it out haha but I hope you like it!!

2. Drugged

"So? What do you say, big guy?" the man says, nudging his way into Chris's personal space despite Chris's usually intimidating bulk. He lifts his pair of drinks higher, the lights of the crowded bar flickering over the smooth glass.

"I told you, I'm taken," Chris says for the second time, raising his hands as he tries and fails to back up into a group of women pressing up against the counter behind him. "You'll have to find someone else."

"C'mon. At least let me show you what you're missing, huh? Don't you wanna---"

"He doesn't," Leon says darkly, swiping one of the glasses and downing it like a shot. "He's already with me. Take a hint, buddy."

Leon's body is warm at Chris's side, lips slightly damp with liquor when he plants a kiss on Chris's cheek. A scowl flickers over the pushy man's face, but his expression smooths a moment later into an admonishing, unhappy smile. He sets his own drink down with a clatter.

"Yeah, whatever. To each their own, I suppose." He disappears into the crowd with a shake of his head, and Leon scoffs, leaning his elbow on the edge of the bar.

"I go to the bathroom for two seconds and the entire bar is already trying to steal my date. What the hell was his problem?"

"No sense of personal space." Chris shrugs, wrapping an arm across Leon's shoulders. His mouth is already waiting when Chris leans down to kiss him, clever hands knotting easily behind Chris's neck. They stay like that for a moment, the taste of Leon's favorite whiskey sweet on Chris's tongue before he pulls away to grin lazily down at his boyfriend. "I'm sure he's jealous, now, though."

"No kidding." Leon makes a face as he pulls away, cheeks flushed. "Ugh, whatever he likes to drink is awful, though. Way too sweet."

"Let's go find somewhere to sit. Did you see where Claire and Jill went?"

Leon hasn't, so they find a table, the leather seat dipping under Chris's weight as he slides into the booth across from Leon. They stay that way for a while; Leon sipping a glass of water and Chris admiring the sheen of his glossy hair under the multicolored lighting, a warm current of alcohol buzzing in his veins. It's nice, and Chris loses himself in the crowd, searching for his sister's red hair---until Leon groans oddly, hands clutching his temples when Chris turns to look.

"Chris," he slurs, swaying in place with his eyes squeezed shut. " 'm dizzy."

Chris's good mood dissolves in an instant, and he leaps to his feet, rounding the table to Leon's side. They've only had two drinks each so far---not nearly enough for Leon to be drunk, let alone dealing with the spins---and cold dread begins to form in his gut.

"Talk to me, babe," he orders, reaching out to rub the curve of Leon's spine. "Do you feel anything else?"

Leon groans again in lieu of a response, a sluggish hand colliding with his glass of water as he tries to lift it. Chris is quick to help him, bringing the cup to Leon's lips so he can sip from it, a trail of water trickling from the side of his parted lips when Chris sets it back down. He frowns. Leon is oddly pliant as Chris reaches out to swipe it away, staring up at him dazedly when Chris cups his jaw and lifts his head to make eye contact. His eyes are glassy, and Chris swallows down a wave of fear.

"Leon? What's going on?"

"I'm---it's loud in here---" Leon mumbles, blinking slowly. "What time 's it?"

He lifts a hand to grab Chris's wrist in a loose hold, missing on his first try. By the time he finally manages, his eyes are half-lidded like he's falling asleep, body slumped forward on the seat. Chris snakes an arm around Leon's back without hesitation. He needs to get outside, maybe to a hospital---someone must have slipped him something, for him to be this out of it, and Chris curses himself internally when he remembers the drink Leon had downed from the pushy man near the bar. If he sees that asshole again, he's not going to be eating solid foods for a very long time.

"Hang in there," Chris says over the music, Leon a warm, limp weight as he stumbles along in Chris's wake. "I'm going to get you out of here."

[phantomtgm]

Phantom - Chapter Eleven

Phantom’s P.O.V

I grunted as Rooster slammed into me in an attempt to grab the ball. “Oh no you don’t! Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t have game!” I yelled as I ran towards him, practically tackling him to the ground. 

“You going to let her do you like that Rooster?” Hangman teased. 

“Hell no!” Rooster exclaimed, causing me to laugh as I ran to throw the football to Omaha. 

“I’ll get her back.” I watched as Rooster walked around the group like a predator and I just shook my head. “We’ll see about that.”  He pointed at me and I laughed obnoxiously. 

“Phantom get over here!” Phoenix yelled. I ran past Hondo who was the referee and caught up to Phoenix. 

“What’s the game plan?” I asked my team. “Well Maverick’s got the ball so one of you need to block him from throwing it to Hangman.”

“I vote Phantom, she’s the fastest!” I opened my mouth to object when Harvard and Yale agreed with Phoenix. I turned my head to give Phoenix the evil eye.

“Seriously? What do I look like? The Hulk? You expect me to take a grown man down just like that?”

Phoenix wiggled her eyebrows and said “Oh you want to do more than just that to him.” At that comment, my skin heated up and I was thankful for being out in the hot sun for covering it up. 

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” 

I turned and walked towards Maverick who was placing the ball on the ground. “Alright! Get in your positions!” Hondo called and I immediately got behind Omaha. Bending down to my knees, I laid eyes on Maverick and saw that he was looking directly at me, smirking. 

Man, he was too cocky for his own good. 

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and waited for Hondo to blow the whistle. And he did not even a moment later then I pounced forward, attempting to grab the football Maverick had thrown. My arms were in the air as I jumped from behind Omaha and without warning, someone tackled me to the ground. 

I wasn’t aware of what happened until my body fell to the sand, knocking the breath out of me. “Okay, WHO did that?” I yelled as I rolled over, attempting to pull myself up. “Good luck next time Phantom!” Hangman’s voice pierced the sound of the waves. I looked up and saw him chomp his teeth. 

Ugh. One of these days he was going to meet his maker and when that happens, I’m going to laugh my ass off. 

Shaking my head, I pushed myself up when suddenly a hand reached out and a familiar voiced said “Let me help you up.” My breath caught as my eyes made their way to meet the green ones that I knew was looking down at me. I was dangerously close to him and his rock hard abs. 

I felt extremely dizzy all of a sudden and grabbed his hand. He pulled me up like I weighed nothing and I just wanted to become a puddle in the middle of this hot ass sand. 

Putting an arm around me to steady me, my eyes came face to face with his chest and for whatever reason, just the sight of his bare chest had me falling apart and apparently he noticed that because he opened his mouth and said “See something you like darlin?” And with that comment, I immediately fell back. 

Of course he had to ruin that moment with his cocky ass comments. I forcibly let go of his hand, pushed back and gave him a death stare before walking off, not even finishing the game. 

I turned and started running to The Hard Deck. 

“Phantom!” He called out but I didn’t turn back. If I turned back now, my foot was going to go up his ass. Pure rage soared through my body and if I was being honest, no one ever pissed me off as much as Maverick did.

I just wanted to escape these feelings of attraction and anger so I was going to get drunk and not have a care in the world. 

No one could possibly have big enough balls to try to stop me.

Or at least that’s what I thought. 

-

I sat at the bar, on my fourth beer when it wasn’t even dark outside. A chair pulling up beside me caused me to glance to the right to see who had blessed me with their presence. 

Maverick. 

I made it a point to sigh obnoxiously which only served to make Maverick think it was okay to speak to me. 

“You did good out there today, Ava.” I rolled my eyes and spat out “What do you want?” I ignored the compliment because I was still upset with him.

I heard his chair turn towards me and I swallowed the last bit of my beer, waving down Penny for another. At this rate, I would be drunk before eight o’clock but I didn’t care. 

Penny slid another beer over and I glanced over at Maverick who was watching me intently as I popped the cap off the bottle defiantly. I immediately began to chug it and I noticed Maverick get a little antsy.

Putting the bottle down, I said “What’s crawled up your ass and died?” Immediately, he quipped “I think you should slow down on those.”

Laughter suddenly burst out and I said “Or what?” Yeah I was definitely a bit intoxicated. He raised his brow and tapped his finger which for whatever reason, caused me to giggle. 

“Penny, can I get some  water over here please?” He spoke and I made a face at him which was probably childish but I didn’t want water. I wanted another beer.

“Well…you’re a party pooper.” I grumbled.

A sigh then said “I want to talk about the other day.” 

“Well I don’t.” I gulped down more of my beer and attempted to tune him out but it wasn’t working. It was like my body was in tune with him and that freaked me out. 

“You’ve been avoiding me since-” I cut him off and said “That’s not true. I had to fly with you and we just played football together.” I felt like I was going to tip over so I gripped the counter as I waited for him to go on. 

“That’s different Ava. That was for the mission.” I shook my head and watched as Penny slid water and a beer to Maverick. Maverick then slid the water to me and said “You need to drink that.” I made a face. “I’m not drinking that. I want another beer.”

He didn’t respond to me so I scooted closer and said “So you can have a beer but I can’t?” I didn’t give him time to respond when I said “Whatever.” beneath my breath. 

A few minutes passed before I spoke again. “Why do you want to know so badly?” I slowly looked at him and saw his facial features soften a bit and it made my heart squeeze.

He reached out with his hand, touching mine and a shock pulsated between us. “I care about you Ava.” Short but sweet. Unfortunately, the alcohol was making me a bit too ballsy.

“Well, you’ve never cared this much before now so what’s changed?” My eyebrow shot up as that question left him in shock. With nothing to say, I flagged Penny and asked for another beer. Nobody was going to stop me from having a drink, even Maverick, although I probably should have stopped drinking.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked him and he just gave me a look and I laughed. 

“Well that’s funny. You came to care about me but won’t answer my question. I mean come on! The so called bad ass Pete Mitchell! Why don’t yo-” I was immediately cut off by his hand on my arm and I was being walked out of the bar like a child. When we stepped outside, there was a breeze and the sky was dark. Hmm…was I really in the bar for that long? I thought as I stumbled on my two left feet, a pair of strong arms caught me and my breath hitched. 

I looked up and he was intensely staring at me. “This is why I told you to slow down on the beers….”

I didn’t say anything as I got lost in his emerald eyes. I glanced at his lips and suddenly the urge to kiss him came powering through like never before. My drunken haze was getting the best of me as I reluctantly slipped out of his arms and went on to walk. 

“Where are you going?” Pete asked and I turned around, “Home!”

I waddled off like a toddler and started laughing but clearly I wasn’t fast enough considering Maverick stopped me in my tracks, wrapping an arm around my waist to support me. 

“At least let me walk you home.” “Hmm.” I said as I shot my arm up and started to poke him.

He inhaled deeply and said “I wanted to talk to you about what you just said but the bar wasn’t the right place an-” I cut him off with a giggle. I decided to hear him out. It was like my brain was going back and forth between wanting to let him in and wanting to just completely forget about him so I decided to give him a whirl at talking to me. 

“You want to talk so bad then lead the way!” I swung my arm up and giggled once more as Maverick had a concerned look on his face but he continued walking anyway.

-

I don’t know how we got here but we were here. And by here, it was definitely not my place. 

“Umm…this isn’t my dorm…” Maverick led me over to the couch that was in the middle of a freaking airplane hangar. 

“This is my place.” My brows shot up and said “Really?” I looked around and I could definitely tell it was his place. Directly behind the couch was a plane but not just any plane. Drunk, I still recognized a vintage P-51 mustang. I shot up in a rush to go look at it and a wave of dizziness came over me. 

“You should sit for a moment.” I closed my eyes for a moment and heard his footsteps walk out of the room. I probably should sit but I didn’t want to. I wanted to go take a look at that plane. I stood still for a moment then once that dizziness passed, I walked straight to that plane. I may have stumbled a bit but I was determined to take a peek at it. 

It was a nice plane and it was in good shape considering what kind of plane it was. I walked down the side, admiring how well kept it was. I didn’t know Maverick collected old planes like this. It made me smile.

“I can take you up in it sometime, if you want.” Maverick’s voice came out of nowhere. I turned and smiled. 

“How old is it?” I asked, running my hand over the wing of the plane. I walked around to the other side of the plane and noticed how Maverick was smiling meekly at me. I tried to interpret the look as just being friendly but somehow I didn’t think that was the case.

“It’s about 78 years old.”

“Wow…” I said quietly. I walked towards the front of the plane where Maverick stood and grabbed the water out of his hand which I’m sure he was shocked about. I made my way over to the couch and sat down, mulling over how mean I’d been to him. 

I shouldn’t be like that considering what he did for me the other day. I leaned back and breathed in the scent of Mav. It was too intoxicating and all I wanted to do was just snuggle up to him and never let go. 

I guess I was so deep into my own head that I didn’t realize that he had sat down next to me, intimately close. I looked at him, appreciating everything about him. 

A moment went by and he said “What’s going on in that head of yours?” My breath hitched and I looked away, not wanting to explain what the problem was. 

“I’m sorry…for how I spoke to you the other day.” Turning my head, I saw a vulnerable look on his face and the anger I had simply dissipated into thin air. Staring at him, I just wanted to let go. It may have been the alcohol…but I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I….don’t think you really want to know what my problem is Pete.” A look appeared on his face that I had never seen before and he reached out gently, pushing a piece of hair that had fallen behind my ear. I looked down and smiled, my heart beating out of control for what I was about to say.

“Now you’ve got me really curious.” Pete said and I tried to gather up enough courage to speak. My mouth opened and closed, prompting Pete to grab my hand and rub circles into it. It felt really nice and I struggled to not wrap my own hand around his.

Stop being a bitch and just say it Ava.

My conscience was getting to me so I squeezed my eyes shut and said “I like someone, more than just like I should say.” 

It came out childish but I didn’t know how else to put it. 

I looked down shyly and waited for him to respond. 

“Are you going to tell me who it is?” I could hear a smile in his voice and I looked up to see that signature look on his face. The one where it could make you fall to your knees but I refused to give in. 

“Pete, don’t give me that look. It won’t work on me.” He shrugged and said “What look?” I side eyed him and said “I’m not telling you.” Perhaps a bit too defensively. That brown eyebrow shot right up.

“So it’s someone I know.” I narrowed my eyes. He wasn’t going to stop until I told him. 

“Two hints.” I just sighed and ran my hands over my face. I’m glad I had some alcohol in my system because I wouldn’t be able to do this without it.

Silence. 

I finally managed to look up at him and breath hitching, I said “What if I said he was a captain?”

At that moment I felt extremely small and petrified. Would he be able to read in between the lines and figure out the person I’m talking about is him?

Suddenly his hand reached up to cup my face and I leaned into it. His thumb rubbed over my lip and I closed my eyes. 

“What else?” He asked, his voice sounding deeper than before. 

My throat felt like it was going to close in on itself when I said “He flies by the seat of his pants…” Hoping that would be enough of a hint. A sharp inhale told me all I needed to know. Leaning in, he carefully placed his lips upon mine and I deepened the kiss by wrapping my hand behind his head. His lips were soft yet firm and I couldn’t help but want more as we passionately kissed.

Breaking the kiss, I made an audible noise and he chuckled. “Come here.” He suddenly grabbed me, moving me over onto his lap, causing my heart to almost beat out of my chest. He was hard and soft in all the right places as my hands roamed across his body.

Without skipping a beat, our lips met once more with a fiery passion. I didn’t want this to end but Maverick suddenly pulled back , leaving me stunned and dizzy. His hand stayed wrapped in my hair as he looked at me. 

“Holy shit…” I managed to get out and Maverick leaned forward, placing his forehead against mine. I smiled but then a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over me and I felt like passing out. I fell a bit to the left and Maverick caught me. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern written into his features. My hands went up to my head and he immediately stood up, holding me. “Come on…let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm….but I don’t wanna go to bedded.” Talking like a toddler apparently amused Pete but he belted out in laughter. 

As he walked into a room I didn’t realize was here, he laid me carefully onto the bed. “Sweetheart, I’ll be right here when you wake up. Nothing to worry about.” My head lulled to the side as I wiggled in his comfortable bed. 

“Come here…” I whispered with my eyes closed. I felt the bed dip and two strong arms wrap around me, instantly making me feel warm and safe.

I could get used to this. 

An intrusive thought popped into my head, keeping me from sleeping. Did that seriously just happen with Captain Mitchell?

Yes it did and tomorrow was definitely going to be interesting.

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Give Me A Hug: Chapter 1

Pairing: Taemin x Female Reader Word count: 2.3k

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction made for the personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone so as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons on whom the characters are based. She also does not claim ownership of any of the images that are being used.

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It’s like a huge thunderbolt just hit my face. His hands are so monstrous he got my entire head. I fall to the floor, sensing I’m about to pass out. But I immediately feel him picking me back up, grabbing my arm like he’s going to break it. He tries to stand me up but I’m too weak. I feel too dizzy from all the hitting I received just tonight. 

“You are not getting away from me! We are not getting a divorce. Got it?” he whispers. His voice shakes from fury. His face is just an inch from mine. His eyes pierce through mine, his teeth clenching.

Before I know it, I give in. 

Everything fades to black.

TAEMIN

“Taemin! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Jinki Hyung taps my shoulder to turn me around.

“What is it?”

“Director Choi has been brought to the police station again. He needs you. I’ll take over from here.”

“Ugh, Jesus. What has he done this time?” I complain while I take off my headset and pass it to him. 

“I have no idea.”

Choi Minho is the director of my and Jinki Hyung’s production team and my best friend since high school. He was a junior and I was a freshman when we first met. His father is close to my parents and one of the board members of the production company we’re working in. He and I had gone through a troublesome phase when we were younger but apparently, he was stuck in that phase until his long-term girlfriend dumped his marriage proposal recently and eventually grew up. 

I start to run along the halls of the building and to the parking lot. I hop into my car, and drive as fast as I can to the police station. It’s been almost a year since I’ve last been there.

I hurry inside once I arrive to find Minho Hyung sitting by one of the policemen’s desks. 

“Hyung, what happened?” I call out as I approach and sit on the chair across from him.

“I swear, it’s nothing,” he says defensively. “I just got in the middle of a fight at the bar and the guys got away.”

“Why are you still here then?”

“The police won't believe me because of this,” he points to the big bruise on his face. “So then I had to explain that this happened days ago and I didn’t get involved this time.

“Hey, Choi Minho!” I hear someone shout from the entrance. Kibum rushes toward us and pulls me out of my seat for him to take it. “What the fuck happened to you?” He hits Minho in the arm.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. Ever since Minho Hyung came out as bisexual, Kibum has been after him, especially now that his girlfriend called it quits. 

We three went to university together. Kibum Hyung is the craziest among us and always led us to the most raging parties. He was, most of the time, the reason we ended up in the police station. 

While they both are being all annoying and shit, I catch a glance of a woman, perhaps in her late twenties, sitting on the bench by the entrance. She has a big bandage on her forehead just above her left eye. She’s got cuts on the right side of her lips and a cast wrapped around her right arm.

“Well, well, well. How nice to see the trio back together again,” an officer sits behind his desk.

“Wow, you’re still alive?” Kibum says savagely.

“Sir, I swear, we have nothing to do with this one. I’ve started my life over,” Minho pleads.

“Son, I’ve always heard that bullshit from you,” Officer Seo shakes his head. “Seven years ago you three were arrested for breaking a windshield of a Maserati and for stealing one of its wheels.”

“What? That guy deserved it for cheating on me,” Kibum interrupts.

“Shut your fucking mouth. I’m not talking to you.”

Kibum just rolls his eyes at him.

“I don’t know. I’m going to have to call your father,” Seo turns back to Minho Hyung.

“Sir, please! I-”

Another police officer approaches and whispers something into Seo’s ear.

He gives all three of us a weird look as if he’s heard something he can’t believe. He nods to his fellow policeman and turns back to us. 

“I never thought I’d say this, but you’re free to go,” he sighs, showing his disappointment.

Y

For the first time in years, I’ve slept so soundly and awoke to a peaceful morning. The sunlight pierces through the curtains. It’s a beauty I hadn’t seen when I was with him. It was always dark under that roof.

This time, there’s less fear, less anxiety. Just serenity and safety.

There’s a knock on my bedroom door.

“Oh, good. You’re awake,” Jonghyun says, only his head showing. It’s so nice to see his smiling face this early. He sits on the bed next to me. “How are you feeling, Noona?”

“Better,” I nod. I grab his hand and give him a slight smile. “I hope I’m not burdening you by staying here. I promise I’ll leave as soon as I can.”

“Hey, we’ve been over this a thousand times. Don’t mention it. Just stay as long as you need.” He then places a smack on my forehead. “It’s just great to have Noona back.”

“You mean your assistant?” I giggle.

“That too,” he laughs as well.

“What would you do without me?” 

When I was still living with my husband, I never got to hang out with Jonghyun because he forbade me to get out of the house. He didn't even allow me visitors. I had not seen Jonghyun in a while until he picked me up at the police station three months ago. 

That one last slap in my face before I passed out is the worst thing I remember. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital confined for two days. My face was covered in stitches, I could barely open my left eye, and my arm was in a cast. As if I can still feel his tight grip. 

Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I hated myself. But at the same time, I felt sorry for my body. His fingerprints in the form of bruises on my arm still show. The scars on my face will remain. The memories of being hit by a dining chair will be remembered by the big dark diagonal scar across my back. All these traces of him will never leave me.

I couldn’t speak in over a week, but Jonghyun says I could respond by shaking my head and by nodding. He also tells me about what the doctors said about me, that I’m pretty strong for someone who had been mistreated for years. It was the physical torture that traumatized me to hold my ability to speak.

Some days I stayed in bed until evening. Some days I spent my time reading and painting, which I have not done in a while. 

Now, it’s been more than a month since I last saw my husband. The police have been looking for him but he’s nowhere to be found. I don’t care where he is as long as he doesn’t bother me anymore.

“Hey, you should come with me to my schedules today. Meet some old friends and colleagues, be my assistant again like in old times. What do you say?”

“Hmm, well, my meeting with my divorce lawyer isn’t until this afternoon. So, sure.” I genuinely smile at him.

There’s not much has changed in the station. Except for the lobby and the front desk. There used to be a small space between it and the path through the elevators so it was a hassle getting through there especially when it’s crowded and you’re in a hurry.

Four years ago, my soon-to-be ex-husband forced me to quit my career as a makeup artist and stylist. I had a hectic but fulfilling career as an artist. I got to work with designs and aesthetics for different companies and different pop groups and soloists. Besides being Jonghyun’s manager on the side, I had a magical life.

Jonghyun and I walk into the elevator. It kind of feels weird to be back here and I’m a little nervous to see everyone again. 

“Wait! Please hold the door!” someone shouts before the gates completely shut.

So I press-hold on the open button. A young man carrying thick extension wires (or whatever that is) wrapped around his shoulder down to his wrist and a wireless headset around his neck. 

“Thank you,” he says breathily. “Excuse me.”

“Which floor?” I ask.

“Oh, there,” he points to the same floor as us. “Thank you,” he gives me a respectful nod.

“Okay,” I smile back politely.

As we wait to get to our floor, the guy takes a glimpse at me. Before I realize it, he keeps looking at me every five seconds.

Do I know him? He’s not at all familiar. I haven’t seen him even when I was still working here before.

Or does he know me? If he does, I wouldn’t know where from.

It was the longest uncomfortable minute of my life. I exhale in relief once the elevator dings and the doors part. 

As I continuously walk, I hear the young man call out to Jonghyun formally. I halt to listen carefully, but his voice is so soft that I can’t hear what he’s saying.

“Who? Y Noona?” Jonghyun responds loud enough. “She’s my assistant for the day. Also a close friend of mine. Why?”

They are speaking about me. I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s been a while since I heard people in the workplace talk about me behind my back.

I was inside a cubicle when some girls gossiped about me. They were ridiculing me, saying how stupid I was to stay in an unfaithful relationship. They said they pitied me yet they mocked me. 

“Jonghyun-ssi,” I say formally but in a sarcastic tone. “Shall we go?” I fake a smile and widen my eyes at him to send a message that I’m uncomfortable. 

So he nods politely to the young man. He and I proceed to one of the dressing rooms. I put down the gym bag with all the things he needs for today as I sit him down in front of a vanity mirror to start dressing him up for the reality show filming. 

“Noona, where’s the suit that I’ll be wearing?” Jonghyun asks.

“It’s here.” I pull up a stunning blue two-piece suit.

“That’s what I’m going to wear to Lee Jieun’s event this evening,” he corrects me. “I’ll wear the gray one. It hangs in the back of the van.”

“Oh,” I laugh at myself but I cringe inside because I feel stupid. “Sorry. I’ll get it right now.” 

“Maybe this isn’t a good time to wear those heels,” Jonghyun teases me as I make my way out the door.

Catching for air, I get to the van and open the back door. Six sets of gray suits appear before my eyes. Plus, the paper bags of meals and snacks I was supposed to take too to give out to the crew.

I sigh deeply. I reach for my phone from my jeans’ back pocket and then dial Jonghyun’s number to ask him which of them he’s wearing for the show.

No answer.

I growl dreadfully. I forgot what it’s like to be a famous singer’s personal assistant. 

I sigh once again and eventually decide to bring up all six. They’re quite heavy. This was way easier when I was younger. I was in my twenties and could carry a heavy backpack, a gym bag in one hand and his lunch and coffee in the other. And I could run up and down the elevator several times without my body giving in. Even in high heels.

Now, it feels like I want to quit already. I’m running out of strength.

So I hurry all the way back to the floor with these suites hanging on my shoulder and two heavy paper bags in my other hand.

Almost to the hall of dressing rooms, my heart drops as I almost fall backward. The hook of one of the hangers is caught on someone’s t-shirt making me drop some of Jonghyun’s suits while the person shouts out loud in shock. 

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry!” I say as I pick the clothes up off the ground one by one.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles in confusion and a little panic, reaching for the thing that’s caught on his back.

“Let me take that.” And when I do, I notice that his shirt is torn from below the neckline down to the middle of his back. 

I gasp.

The guy turns around to face me, I recognize him right away. He’s the staff member from the elevator who kept staring at me.

“You?” We both say almost at the same time. 

“Shit. I am so sorry,” I say again as he notices the tear as well. “Let me help you. I have an extra t-shirt back in the dressing room. I’ll go and get it.”

“No, no. It’s okay. This top is really old anyway. Been planning to buy a new one,” he says so politely, grinning at me.

“Please, I insist. Let me-” 

My phone suddenly vibrates on my ass. It’s Jonghyun calling.

“Okay, I have to go. But when I see you again, maybe I’ll buy you a cup of coffee or a new t-shirt. Yeah?” I’m talking so fast I’m not sure if he still understands what I’m saying.

Without waiting for his response to my offer, I run to the halls and back to Jonghyun.

It’s my first day back to work and I’m already slipping. Literally.

chapter 2