#just looking at wedge like oh shit i better not have to go in. and also i hope he's okay

[kitnita]

matt murray on the bench — SEA vs DAL — 12.18.23

[trashmouth-richie]

I feel like I’m really bad at prompts so I’m just gonna go with my “do’s” from costar today…

Stomping. Instant coffee. Cold* shower.

*“Cold” autocorrected to “come” and I almost didn’t fix it, soooo…do with that what you will.

OH MY LOVE.

hoping my slutty choices for this prompt find you well.

18+, no minors, acts of sex, yay.

**peep my little hints at 90s tv and movies—there are 4 🖤

<1k

send me a prompt from this post ! (writers block is killing me !)

Cold beads of water trickle like ice down your body. Making your already pert nipples stand at attention and harden in an instant. 

Cursing the boy you’ve been best friends with since diapers, you turn the faucet off in a quickened haste— exiting the tub in an anything but graceful fashion, stubbing your toes on the way out. 

“Eddie!” your shrill voice is clouded by the throbbing in your foot and the chatter in your teeth. “Did you pay the water bill?”  

One job, the menace had one job— one duty for the small shared apartment, and it was to pay the water bill each month. 

Wrapping yourself in a threadbare towel that had once been a swim towel for an uppity family— you stomp down to his bedroom, kicking open the door with enough rage to channel Jackie Chan.

You should have knocked. Fuck, why didn’t you knock? 

Eddie was naked.

Pale-moon colored ass on display. 

Thigh muscles rippled beneath dark patchwork tattoos, arms that never looked muscly suddenly flexed tight. A veiny hand wrapped tight around a black haired pony tail. Hips, his hips were— fucking, thrusting, pounding. 

His mouth was slack, slick like an oil painting, head back and eyes rolled to squinted ivory surrounded with a colossal woodland of thick lashes.

Sweat coated his brow, dribbling down until it collected on his cupids bow, a salty pooled tease. His rougey lips were spit coated, sheer— glossy— begging for your tongue to taste them. 

Your heart thumped loudly, heat in your core on its own tempo, hot and deep. 

And then you hear it. 

A whimper. Softer than silk, low, whiny, almost sweetly pathetic in its delivery from a deep space in his throat. 

Your cheeks warm, cunt heated like a fire, sirens going off for extreme temperatures. 

Oh—fuck.

His eyes meet yours and you hold his gaze for a second. The clouded look of a man being sucked dry took over his normal instant coffee colored irises. Glaucoma esque beauty in the dark swirls, and you wet your lips at the sight of him— at Eddie Munson— resident freak of Hawkins and your best friend. 

Jesus.

Both your lips explicitly mutter words with eyes wild doe like. His going from lazy pleasure to shock. Yours were covered with your palm, the other reaching, fumbling for the door knob. 

Apologizing profusely you suddenly stammer around clearing your throat and trying to leave ASAP. 

The towel around your middle, the only thing keeping you decent, glides to the ground—falling gently like that fucking feather in opening scenes of Forest Gump. Practically in slow motion but still too quick for your blind shut eyes to catch it. 

Fuck.

Pulling with both hands on the knob your heart races to shut the door, not registering that the towel is wedged tight between the frame, making it impossible to shut. 

Shit shitshitshitshitSHIT

With a last feeble attempt of yanking your arms, the latch clicks into place and you beeline to your room with a slam of your door so hard it ricocheted off the walls, making a framed picture of you and Eddie at a Metallica concert fall to the ground, shattering the glass.

What the fuck? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Your heart boomed in your ears, back stuck to the door like you were holding it up. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Eddie naked, pretty sure your entire graduating class saw him naked on more than one occasion. But this?! This was so mouthwatering better than any other time. 

Goosebumps spread across your skin at the burned image of Eddie getting head on your retinas. The two of you had never crossed those lines. Each dating, fucking around it never once crossed your mind what he would be like in the sack, or what his sack would be like in your mouth. 

You’re pleased when you don’t cringe at the dirty thoughts of him— it felt like second nature, like eve seeing adam —lol okay maybe not, but still! What your mind was conjuring up was biblical. 

A giggle surpasses your lips and you wipe a line of drool from the corner of your mouth. Nerves finally settling as your realization hits— who was it?

It wasn’t Sarah, you hadn’t seen her since last fall. Eddie had said she started dating Steve—his comic book “arch nemesis” but in reality another bestie, who spent most of his time wallowing on your couch about Nancy than he did actually going on dates. 

Mary ended up being a virgin—preacher’s daughter, one of seven. He stopped seeing Clarissa after she wouldn’t stop over explaining every single minute detail of her day. Could it be the girl with the green leather jacket? Darla? Daria? 

The horny ache in your belly soured like curdled milk. 

How dare her (whoever she was!) The thought of someone other than you pulling those noises from Eddie suddenly set you on edge. Rage burned through your veins like lightning. Spidering and leeching to your skin. 

The pajamas you had taken off before your shower lay in a heap on your floor and you quickly yanked them on. Muttering to yourself about every vile thing you could imagine about whoever the lucky girl was who currently had a mouthful of your roommate. 

You needed to leave. The clouds of embarrassment eased overhead, colliding with the lightning making a storm brew deep beneath your surface and you be damned if you were going to let the rain fall whilst still in this apartment. 

Keys in your palm you throw open your bedroom door, ready to bolt through your apartment and down to your car— destination unknown. 

You nearly knock him over in your attempt to run. But you’re stopped cold by sweaty bangs, a heaving chest, and the same stupid pair of boxers that had small tears along the elastic from years of wear. 

“Sweetheart…” he coaxed, voice so sugary and laced with tiny shreds of venom it could ice a wedding cake— then strike you dead. 

You had seen plenty of Eddie today, your body screamed for you to leave, but your feet were stuck in the icing, waiting for the bomb to drop. 

Warmth from your cheeks from your shame could keep a trailer with broken windows warm in a blizzard—your stomach flipped— dropped like lead as his next words hit like a bullet. 

“We need to talk.” 

part two

steve tied up

[yunggoblin]

Can I? - Loki Laufeyson (18+)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Summary: Loki has been hiding his Frost Giant form but on an accidental slip during a hot occasion you can't help but to ask him to 'suck it'.

Warnings: +18, Smut, Oral, Frost Giant Smut, Dirty Talk, Minors DNI

Word Count: 1,918

It was a cozy Friday evening, everything in the world was perfect, no evil villains to fight, no wars to get involved with other countries and no civilians getting hurt during it all. The soft rain pitter pattered against the shingles on the room, the gentle blow of the wind pushed the rain droplets against your apartment window making soft thumping sounds when the fat raindrops hit.

You sat on the large couch, sprawled out flipping through channels, there was nothing catching your attention only for a mere few seconds then you flipped the channel. Bored with the television you turned down the volume, your attention was now on something else, no, someone else.

Your boyfriend was in his little corner of the living room, sitting in a comfortable single chair with a book in his right hand. His beautiful baby blue eyes skimmed across the page of the book only to flip it with his other hand and continued on reading. His page turner hand (left hand) went to his jaw, his slender fingers pressing against jaw as his tongue slowly darted across his lower lip as if he was focusing on the book even more, to be one with the book, even thought you’ve seen him read that book front to back, cover to cover over a thousand times. What more does he need to understand with that book?

That didn’t stop you from admiring him. Your eyes drifted downwards to his muscular arms, even with the light book in his hands his biceps flexed beneath the cotton shirt. Skimming down his slender body, he sat man spreading in his chair, his legs open for you to enjoy the bulge nestled in between his legs, you outlined the curve of his cock with your eyes, drinking in his posture. The tight slacks you got him one Christmas were your favorite. Loki complained a bit about how they were a little too tight in the crotch area but you insisted that they would stretch over time. They did no and stayed tight no matter how many times he wore them and how many times they’ve been through the wash. 

You clenched your thighs as your mind started to become clouded with lust. Not containing yourself anylong you climbed down off the couch and was on all fours on the floor and started to crawl towards Loki. Wedging yourself in between his legs, Loki pulled the book off to the side and smiled down at you. “Hello, darling.” He hummed. “What can I do for you, my love?” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, noticing that glint in your eyes. He knew that look, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“Well, since we basically have the day off and it’s a Friday I was thinking of a better way to kick start our weekend. Something a bit hotter than reading that book of yours a thousandth time.” You licked your lips, only to bite your bottom lip hiding your grin.

“Oh yeah?” Loki cocked his head to the side slightly, “and what would that be?” 

You pouted looking up at him. “Maybe something like this?” You stood up and straddled Loki in his reading chair, only leg over the other on his lap. “Maybe something like kissing.” Your lips traced over his neck, up his jaw line and to his ear lobe where you nibbled at it. 

“Hmm, a little light kissing does sound hotter than reading this book.” Loki relaxed into the chair a bit more. “Anything else?” He placed his hands on your ass.

“Maybe get a little friction going.” You breathed against his ear, slowly grinding yourself against his lap. A soft gasp escaped your lips as your clothed clit grinded against his slack, the roughness giving off that perfect satisfaction. 

“Y- Yeah? Friction is always good.” Loki hummed, his hands kneading your ass, pulling you closer as you were practically humping him now. “Shit.” Loki whispered as you grind yourself harder onto him, his cock waking up and blood rushing south as he grew larger. 

Your sloppy kisses dragged out away from his ear lobe, down his neck and back up to his jaw line. “Maybe even slip a little of your tip inside me.” You innocently said. 

“Fuck, by the gods I’d love that. Fuck my tip in that tight little hole of yours.” Loki moaned as your lips were on his in seconds, you both moaning against each other's mouths. Loki’s right hand went to the back of your head, kissing you harder as his left hand came down on your ass, spanking you. 

Your hips grind harder against his pants, humping him at a pace you both thought was pleasant. You hissed softly as Loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, his lips soon attacking your throat, his teeth sinking down into your neck making you cry loudly. His teeth seemed to be a bit sharper than usual but you paid little knowledge to it. Your eyes closed, head tilted back as Loki kept rutting against you each time you grind down on him. Loki pulled away from your neck, moaning. “Fuck, I need you, now. I need to be inside you, Y/N.” 

As you opened your eyes to take off your shirt you met something you’ve never seen before but only heard stories of. You gasped loudly, almost backing away from Loki but froze in his lap. Loki’s crystal blue eyes were now ruby red and his pale skin was now a dark blue with markings around his body and somehow his body was even slightly larger than before, you might even dare say bigger than Thor.

“L- Loki.” You swallowed. “You’re eyes.” You breathed out, they were beautiful as he stared at you in confusion only to raise his hand to see this true form. 

“I- I need you to leave- please, Y/N go.” Loki begged, choking up as tears started to welt in his eyes. “I can’t have you see me like this, please. I’ve never wanted you to see me like this.” Loki turned his face so you couldn’t see him or the tears streaming down his cheeks. 

You sat on his lap, not moving while he still hasn’t looked at you, not even from the corner of his eye. You settled yourself against him, accidentally grinding your hips against him until you froze again. 

His cock. His cock felt much thicker than before, girthier and heavier. You’ve only heard stories about Loki’s true form from his adopted brother, Thor and here you were, sitting on the God of Mischiefs lap while he was in his full Frost Giant form. This was most likely ever going to be your only chance to ever see him like this again. “C- Can I…” You paused, your mouth watering so much from the saliva you were collecting. You were getting yourself too excited for this question.

“Y- Yes, yes you can leave.” Loki finished the sentence he thought you were going to say.

“Can I suck it?” You asked quietly as Loki spoke.

Loki snapped his head towards you, his bright bloody red eyes looking at you. “What did you say?” He breathed out.

“Your cock.” You pussy fluttered. “Can I suck your cock?” You asked again. 

“You’re not disgusted by this… this monstrous form I’m in?” Loki asked, his long black hair flowing over his shoulder. 

“What? No, I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this, I’ve only heard stories about you in this form.” You licked your bottom lip and smiled, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his blue ear. “And, besides, between you and me I think this form of you is pretty fucking hot.” 

Loki exhaled through his nostrils, his cock twitched as you flirted with him. “You truly want to suck it?”

“More than anything.” 

“Even if you might choke while taking it all, I’m pretty big.” Loki pushed his hips upwards, his very long length grazed against your aching pussy. 

A soft whine left your throat. “I know, I can tell.” You hummed at his impressive new size. 

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Loki leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs even more for you to take the invite. 

You smiled largely at him as you climbed off his lap and quickly undid his pants, dragging them down his muscular blue thighs. You swallowed the saliva collecting in your mouth at the sight of him. His large cock had a few extra veins on it along with the same markings on his forearms, you exhaled a breath, the hotness hitting his cock making it twitch. Pre-come was already dripping from the top of it and down the side of his dick. 

“I’m waiting.” He said as he stared down at you.

“Yes my king.” You leaned forward, wasting no time to wrap your lips around the thick tip of his cock and slowly going downwards, letting his cock enter your throat you moaned around him. 

“Hmm, fuck.” Loki sighed, placing his hand on the back of your head. “Fuck, Y/N. I want to see you choke on me.” Loki growled as he pulled your hair back and held it in a ponytail with one hand. “I want to see your face dripping with my come.” Loki pumped his hips upwards making his cock forcefully go down your throat a bit farther. 

You exhaled a breath through your nose, eyes shut as you moaned around him as he started to fuck your face. Hollowing your cheeks, you lapped your tongue around his cock, suckling him down more each time he pushed his dick down your throat. “Fuck- yes good girl, good Y/N. You’re so good at pleasing your king.” 

Your stomach fluttered and your pussy clenched around nothing, betting to be filled by him. You needed to have him inside of you and you weren’t leaving until he was. “Fuck, Y/N.” Loki’s grip on your hair tightened as his cock swelled in your mouth, you knew he was close to blowing his load. You gagged around his cock as he was speeding up his pace, fucking your mouth roughly now. Pre-come and saliva collected at the corner of your mouth, tears spilled down your cheeks as you were now begging for air. 

“Close- fuck, that’s it- right there, right fuckin’ there!” Loki roared with one last pump. Loki's come exploded inside of your mouth making you moan and forcing yourself to swallow his come, not missing any of his seeds. Once Loki knew you had taken all of him he slowly lifted you up from his now soft cock, which was still an impressive size. 

“Are you okay?” Loki asked in his soft voice once more.

“I’m more than okay.” You laughed, sniffing slightly as you wiped your tears away. “Better than okay.” You kissed the tip of his cock which had it twitching back to life once more.

“Easy love, unless you want another round, you best stop there.”

“I do, I want this fat cock in me.” 

Loki stood up, his lower half still naked, his cock now fully erect as he picked you up. “Bedroom, now.”

As Loki pulled you into the bedroom to pump his second load in you, you couldn’t help but to think of how it was indeed a perfect cozy Friday evening for a perfect fuck by your Frost Giant boyfriend.

Loki's Masterlist

[deangirlsstuff67]

Catching His Eye

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warning: dry humping, fluffy Jensen

Summary: His distracted and you're the reason.

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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Life had kicked your ass in every way possible. You still haven't recovered from you two year long relationship ending when he cheated. Not only did he cheat, but with your best friend.

You decided last minute to purchase gold passes for a convention to your favorite show. Supernatural had saved you when you hit rock bottom. Seeing Dean Winchester on your screen always made your bad days better.

Friends and family said you were obsessed, they just didn't understand. Jensen Ackles brought you a character who stole your heart, made you smile, and laugh. So of course you had a crush on the green eyed texan, who the fuck wouldn't.

That's how you ended up here. Arm stretching high in the sky, hoping they will pick you to ask your question. You hated public speaking but couldn't give up a chance to interact with Jensen.

Jared picked you out of sheer luck. An older lady brought you over a microphone. Jensen wasn't looking at you, in his own little universe there on stage.

Clearing your throat you stand up and just speak, "my questions for Jensen." He looks up at the spund of his name. Deep green eyes lock on your y/e/c ones. Your knees threaten to collapse right then and there with just one look at him.

"Umm... I'm just curious what you like to do when your having a bad day. What's your go to to make yourself smile?" There you asked. Shyly smiling you never look away from his gorgeous face.

He's just staring at you. Eyes running all over your face. Jared snaps his fingers in front of his friends face bring him back to the present.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, what's that?"

Jared and the audience laugh. Jensen has an embarrassed smile on his face when he realizes he was too distracted by you to actually hear what you said. Repeating your question for him, he gives you a breathtaking smile before answering.

You sit back down after he's answered you.

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For the rest of the day you wander around the vendors room. Sit in on different panels. Even make conversation with some amazing people. This is truly the only place where everyone understands your way of thinking and obsession with these characters.

Halfway through the day, you find yourself looking for a restroom. You've managed to take a wrong turn down a hallway and are now completely lost.

You hear him before you see him. Large arms wrap around your frame, pulling you into a dark room, "you're very distracting you know that."

Spinning you around you come face to face with the guy of your dreams. The man whose been there for you without even knowing it. The guy you thank every day exists.

"I never do this. But I can't stop thinking about you and those beautiful sinful lips sweetheart."

Oh shit.

Then he kissed you. Soft and gentle. Testing the water with those soft lips on yours.

Breaking apart, you can see the nervousness written all over his face. Scared that he's crossed a line.

Smiling, a sense of bravery comes over you, and you reach up to drag his face back to yours, capturing his lips in another kiss.

It turns heated quickly. Jensen backs you up against the door. Strong hands rest on your hips. His thick thigh wedge between your legs, resting tightly on your soaked core.

Without thinking you begin to dry hump his leg. Moans slipping past both your lips as you rub yourself closer to an orgasm.

The need for oxygen breaks your kiss. Jensen hooded eyes watching you as your take your pleasure from him.

"That's it baby. Get yourself off on my leg."

Nibbling his way from your throat to your ear, "soak my pants baby."

It's all you need to get you over the edge. Your head knocks against the door as you scream out his name. Cocky grin plastered on his face as he watches you cum.

"Fuck. Sweetheart, that was sexy as hell."

Shyness takes over now. You drop your head to avoid his eyes. He won't have it though. Reaching his hand under your chin he moves you face so you have to look at him.

"Don't hide from me y/n. You have no idea how hot that was."

You gasp when you feel the large, hard bulge he has nestled him his tight jeans. His hand leading yours as he rubs himself with it. Groaning he kisses you again.

"I have to get back before they come looking. Can I please see you again?"

"Yes." It's a whisper, but Jensen hears you. With one more kiss and squeeze of his perfect dick, he sends you in the direction of the bathrooms before disappearing back to his handler.

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Part two coming soon...

Taglist:

@syrma-sensei @yvonneeeee @nancymcl

[zhivaoverdrive]

Saline Thief, 2

She never should have come back, intellectually she knew it was an insane decision. There was so much explaining to do. So much risk.

It's only a tiny fill. Nothing to me. And if I've gone too far... then... I better get checked. Oh god I hope they fill me-

That was about where the chain of logic ended. No chance the clinic knew she'd stolen from them. She'd been careful.

So Amy found her loosest sweater, steeled her nerves, and got in the car. Off to sell her greatest display of acting to date. ---

She'd felt less conspicuous in a waiting room. Her tits were just so huge since her last midnight escapade. In the rush of her intrusion, she didn't have an exact count anymore. But her tits were huge. Gigantic.

I must be nearing 40,000cc by now. God, I'm a freak. Am I the biggest in the world? No wonder I can barely walk.

And that would take some explaining.

Their huge spherical form pulled her down, even while seated she couldn't find comfort. She'd inflated her tits far beyond any sense of aesthetics or beauty. They couldn't be dressed down or hidden, let alone ignored. As Amy sat in the busy waiting room, wedged on a tiny chair between two beautiful women, she could feel all eyes on her. Even in this room, where everyone inside was here for cosmetic surgery, she was a chimera. To be such a spectacle would take some getting used to. Let them gawk. No going back now. --

"Amy, 11am. Have we got an Amy?" came the voice, startling her. Amy looked up, making eye contact with the nurse. Her instinctual attempts at discretion didn't seem to get far.

Pleaaase just let me out of this packed room first...

"Hi I'm-" she began.

"You're Amy? Here for Breast Augmentation, XL Expander Implant scheduled size increase?" said Nurse Laura, the waiting room dropping to a dead silence as she did so.

"Yes-" Amy croaked, her face turning red

"Are you sure dear? BIGGER?! Well if you say so. Come with me" Nurse Laura said, motioning to Amy's hugely swollen orbs as she spoke.

Still flushing, Amy swung her legs and moved her incredible weight forwards.

That was unprofessional... She knows. They know!. Shit

She wasn't going to panic, not just yet. But the minor task of standing up from this chair seemed too much for her. Amy tried swinging herself forwards, but her tired body just didn't want to do it.

"Come dear, you do still want them bigger right?" said Nurse Laura, extending a hand to the mortified woman still stuck in her chair like a turtle on its back.

The waiting room remained in silence for some time.

[toxicanonymity]

i see youve been reposting a lot of ezra content, will we be getting a dark ezra fic soon?? 🫣

850 / dark!Ezra x f!reader / part 1 here. 

Thank you @ezras--moon for the inspiration 💚 WARNINGS: dubcon somnophilia (but they both want it), unsafe P in V, jacking off, manipulative reader, creepy!ezra. LMK if i missed any.

💚💚💚💚💚

There's something different in the way Ezra looks at you over breakfast. There's a sparkle in his eyes.  "How did you find your rest?"

"Not that good."

"Sorry to hear.  But with any luck, we should have a bed soon." You dwell on the singular word choice. He continues, "Now that we’re within walkin' range of the other group, I'll approach today and see if their ship can spare any space." 

You ask, "Can I come?”

“Best if I go alone this time. Have any dreams last night in that pretty head of yours?" 

"No. I don't think so. I barely slept."

"Sounded like you were dreamin'." 

"What did it sound like?" 

"Sounded like you were enjoyin’ yourself." 

You pretend to be flustered. 

"It's okay," he smirks.  "Better than a nightmare, isn't it?" 

-

Later that day, Ezra returns from a trek and tells you, "I found a ship that will take us.”

Your face lights up. “Oh, that’s great.”  

Ezra continues, “One of the crew members fell victim to a damaged air filter today while he was alone" 

Your face falls.  "That's awful," you say.  And a little too convenient. 

"We leave tomorrow." 

-

That night, you do the same thing, pretending to be asleep. You're lying on your stomach in your sleeping bag.   

Ezra is sitting in the camp chair breathing heavily. His soft grunts and skin-on-skin are loud in your ears. You squeeze your thighs together at the sound of his voice.

"Mmm," you sigh. "Take me, Ezra." 

"Ohhh," he sighs. 

"Take me now," you whisper, eyes still shut, breathing regulated. "Mmmm."

"Oh my Lord," Ezra whispers as he strokes himself. 

"Ohh," you sigh. "Take me in my sleep." 

"Oh shit," he breathes. His hand slows. "You mean that?"

"Mmm yeah," you whisper. 

"Oh shit," he exhales. "Ohh, shit," he says shakily.  He pants heavily. 

"Please," you beg with your eyes closed. "Need it," you whisper.

"Ohh, lord," he strokes himself again, panting harder.  

"Need your big cock"

"Ohhh, fuuuck," he exhales.  He stops stroking himself entirely, then approaches your sleeping bag."Oh, fuck," he repeats. "Oh, fuck. . . Can't stop this," he whispers. "Oh, god." 

He carefully unzips the sleeping bag then murmurs, "You want this," as he pulls down your shorts. You stir but don't appear to wake up. He wedges a finger between your legs and feels how wet you are. "Ohh, shit," he laments, unable to stop what he's about to do. He begins to breathe more quickly. His movements become more urgent. 

"Mmm," you say. 

He nudges your legs apart, aligns himself, then whispers in your ear. "You want this bad."

"Mmmm," you sigh in affirmation. 

"As you wish," he whispers.  He notches the head of his cock at your wet, wet entrance. "Ohh, lord." He hesitates for a moment, feeling your body try to suck him in. 

"Yeahh," you sigh sleepily. 

“Ohhhh.” He begins to push his huge tip inside you with a shaky moan. 

You moan in return. "Oh, Ezra." 

"Ohh Lord," his deep voice whines shakily. He pushes further and you moan again at the stretch of his girth. 

"Ohh, yeah," you sigh as he buries more of himself inside you. 

"Ohhhh," he sighs, pausing almost fully inside you as your body adjusts to the intrusion. You're so full of him. "You want this," he reassures himself once again. "You want it bad," he whispers shakily. He retreats an inch or two then shoves all of himself into you, bottoming out with a shudder. "Ahh, fuck." 

"Yeah," you whisper, eyes still closed. "Just like that." He backs up, then smoothly but decisively pushes into you with a grunt. 

"Mmmm," you sigh. 

He buries his length in you again and again, filling you to the brim each time, grunting.   You push your ass back into him, meeting his thrusts with soft grunts of your own.  You clench your thighs and squeeze cunt around his cock and sigh, "ohhh.”

"Yeah, you love this," he whispers. "Yeah, you do."  His breath becomes more ragged and he begins to moan and grunt less restrained, but his voice is still low and breathy.   Your lower belly is a well of tension. If you can feel him come, you’ll come, too. 

"Fill me up," you whisper. It brings him all the way to the brink of his peak, but he won't do it.  If he doesn't come, the only evidence will be your soreness, which you could try to explain away. 

"Ohh," you sigh. "Mmm." 

He pulls out of you and rolls out of your bag, onto his back on the ground. He pants quickly and heavily, then sighs, "Ohhh, god," as he erupts in his hand. He doesn't lie there long. He gets up and rinses his hand with water then dries it off on his own pants. 

-

He sits back in the camp chair, legs spread, chest heaving.  His brow furrows and he covers his mouth as he considers what he just did. He shakes his head and prays for forgiveness as he watches you sleep.  You had a need.  He provided.  He tells himself over and over.  While he’s torturing himself, you squeeze your thighs together and silently finish yourself off.  

Tags: @littlegreendove @sp00kymulderr @bearsbeetsbeskar @ezras--moon @kyloispunk

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie was filled with trepidation as he stared at the envelope that was addressed to him. Of course, Higgins didn't want to tell him in person. The man hated his guts. He needed to see Nancy. She's the one who helped clear his name with that article of hers and then proceeded to crack down on getting him graduated. Of course, Steve helped with that, too. It was his house that they had spent all their time studying in, and as it turned out, Steve liked to pretend to be less intelligent than he actually was. He loved surprising people. Although, he was nowhere near as smart as Nancy, or so he said. It was cute the way Nancy would blush when he said that, and then they would proceed to banter back and forth about who was smarter.

"Nancy!" Eddie called out, bursting into Steve’s house.

Nancy was on Steve’s couch, her legs tucked up under her as she worked on her school work. Steve was leaning far back against the couch, his glasses on, with a book in his hand, while his other hand rubbed Nancy's back. Their heads popped up as soon as he entered the living room.

"Is something wrong?" Nancy asked with wide eyes.

"No! It's nothing like that," Eddie shook his head. "The results are in, whether or not I graduated."

"Higgins didn't have the balls to tell you in person?" Steve scoffed.

Eddie tried to ignore how cute they both looked with Steve’s glasses perched on his nose and Nancy in Steve’s yellow sweater, her hair in a messy little half pony tail. He just wanted to wedge himself in between the couple and let them cuddle him to death.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's scared of me now," Eddie rolled his eyes. "He's such a coward. . . Nance, I need you to open this for me. I can't look!"

"Seriously?" Nancy asked in amusement.

She got up and grabbed the envelope from Eddie. He noticed her legs were bare.

"You not wearing any pants, Wheeler?" Eddie asked.

"I'm not wearing anything under this sweater, Munson," Nancy replied without looking up.

He looked around Nancy to glance at Steve, and he realized what Steve was wearing. He had on Nancy's purple cardigan, left open to reveal his bare chest, and one of her long skirts. Oh.

"Right," Eddie squeaked.

"You passed. You're graduating," Nancy said, having opened the envelope.

"What?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"You're graduating!" Nancy squealed.

Eddie let out a holler, picked up Nancy, and whirled her around. He crashed his lips to hers. The kiss didn't last very long. As soon as Eddie realized what he did, he stepped back in horror.

"Shit, Nancy, I didn't even ask - and I'm sorry!" Eddie exclaimed.

"It's okay," Nancy laughed. "You got caught up in the moment. Besides, it was a nice kiss, and it's not me that you need to make it up to."

Steve slammed his book closed and set it on the coffee table. He stood up, hands on his hips.

"You kissed my girlfriend," Steve said, not angrily, but his lips were pursed.

"Man, I'm sorry! I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you - to the both of you, I swear!" Eddie exclaimed, panicking.

"Anything, huh?" Steve asked, cocking his head to the side as he moved closer to Eddie.

"Anything!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Kiss me," Steve said and Nancy grinned.

"Huh?" Eddie asked.

"Make it even. Kiss me," Steve said.

"I'm not sure how it would make it even other than I would have kissed both of you," Eddie replied.

"Trust me, it's going to make me and Nancy feel so much better," Steve said.

"Okay," Eddie said, shrugging.

He moved closer to Steve, his heart hammering in his chest. He cupped Steve’s face and kissed him gently. As soon as his lips touched Steve’s, he pulled back.

"You call that a kiss?" Steve scoffed.

He grabbed the back of Eddie's head and slammed his lips to his in a bruising kiss. Eddie moaned loudly against his mouth, gripping his shoulders as he kissed him back eagerly. When Steve pulled away, Eddie was gasping for breath.

"That's not fair. You got a second kiss, and it lasted longer than mine," Nancy complained.

She grabbed Eddie by his lapels, and as quickly as he had just caught his breath, Nancy was pressing her lips to his. Eddie was quick to kiss her back just like he had done with Steve. He wasn't sure what the fuck was going on here but he liked it. Oh yeah, he definitely liked it.

"Jesus," Eddie breathed when Nancy broke the kiss.

"You boys want to take this upstairs?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, sure, definitely," Steve grinned.

Nancy grabbed one of Eddie's hands while Steve grabbed the other. They both started pulling him up the stairs.

"So many good things happening for Eddie today. First, I found a lucky penny, and then I'm pretty sure a bird chose me to be their king. Now this. . .it seems too good to be true. . .which means it probably is. Are you guys going to take me upstairs and kill me?" Eddie asked.

"Well, we might plan on fucking you to death," Nancy grinned.

"Jesus H Christ," Eddie breathed softly.

Yeah, Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler were going to be the death of him.

[inchidentally]

It wasn't me who started crying when I read that Lando and Oscar would one day stop being teammates. This is a strange feeling my body went through. Why did I cry? Why? Oh my God! I don't think I want to experience that.

oh babe trust and believe we're all ???? at how much Lando and Oscar as teammates has hit us it's wilddd <3 they've done absolutely nothing performative or loud but apparently massive amounts of mutual respect is the absolute best drug out there for us.

(under a cut to keep out of teams' tags)

considering how evenly matched Lando and Oscar have been this season and Lando saying over and over again how Oscar has pushed him to be better I'd say we have one of the fairest shots of them deciding to stick together at McLaren beyond 2025 as anyone on the grid apart from Charles and Carlos. I only don't put Lewis and George in there bc no one but Lewis knows how long he's going to stay in F1 and their bond is primarily professional. they like each other for sure but they're in very different positions in their careers to say the least.

but Charles and Carlos are a really good example of two drivers who've found an incredibly solid bond and mutual respect riding out extremely tough times and wildly varying fortunes. the fact that both of them are equally eager to remain with Ferrari in spite of everything is at least in some part because they know their relationship will never become one of the things hindering either of their careers. there have been plenty of moments where outright rivalry or preferential treatment could have altered their dynamic but it never has. they see each other as totally unique drivers with very different careers and can keep all of that rivalry drama out of it (including Carlos' gd family doing their best to try create it w the help of shit stirring fans). Charles and Carlos fully expect the other to fight for the championship as much as the other will but there's no existing history or personal pettiness to muddy that into a problem.

and while it's a totally different dynamic, that's exactly the kind of 'mutual respect above all' type relationship we can see with Lando and Oscar. and to me the fact that Oscar spent at least the previous 8 years getting to know Lando from a distance, plus the fact that Lando has always been so open about his mentality and his mental state, is so specifically helpful to their dynamic. especially because they're so close in age and Lando not being the type to wield his F1 experience over someone else or get all cocky about it. and I think that's specifically in response to how much Oscar chose to let Lando be at the forefront of visibility and demonstrably positioning Lando as The Star. I would NEVER have imagined that Lando would respond so positively and supportively to a rookie teammate winning a sprint win before him. I don't mean that I think he would've been a jerk or petulant, I mean that my expectation was for that win to become a permanent wedge mentally between Lando and Oscar. but nope, he genuinely actively warmed more to Oscar even more after that <3

good god I cannot shut UP but what I'm saying here anon is that we should honestly just not bother thinking about the end of 2025. there's as much likelihood that Lando and Oscar will look at RB and Mercedes and think nah I'm better off here at McLaren as there is either of them going elsewhere. bc driving Max's car or dealing w Toto could easily not be worth it - esp since McLaren seem to have a steadier upward trajectory than say, Aston Marton (so much would have to change for AM to be a forward career move for Lando or Oscar).

quick fic side note but I'm absolutely dying to have the time cleared to read Superdense Neutron Star/Post Supernova bc god I can tell that fic is going to live with me

but the easy, non-compromising relationship they've already formed considering that they're both young and hungry is SUCH a strong pull for staying together at McLaren. Oscar is happy for Lando to be whoever he needs to be and that means Lando will only get higher and higher in the rankings. Lando has responded to Oscar's deference off the track by giving him praise and respect that means any of Oscar's currently unknown to us but inevitable insecurities are taken care of. while no one can say what will happen we can at least say that we've got the best setup for them staying together!

there's also of course the obvious: Lando being so deeply embedded at McLaren and getting star treatment that he wouldn't get anywhere else - and the fact that Oscar took a massive gamble to get to McLaren and has been watching Lando's career so closely for so long. sometimes a career can take so many unfair hits that someone like Alex Albon finds at least temporary stability with a Williams but hope to move on. sometimes a driver can be shrewd and organized enough to get themselves into exactly the right spot like Carlos with Ferrari but he doesn't have complete security. but sometimes it's entirely possible that a young up and comer (or two) finds exactly the right fit from the start of their F1 career and succeeds for years and years!

and looking even further ahead to when they're both closing in on like 30 everything in F1 will be so different that I can't even fathom it so I'm just choosing to not bother! it's like how I see ppl in IG comments saying they hope Oscar marries Lily and I'm like ??? I just see married ppl as SOOOO different to college age that I don't know how people can make those leaps but maybe I'm just super immature lagfljafjh

side side note that while I'm absolutely positive Max and Lando would be horrific in every sense imaginable for Lando, I do occasionally enjoy imagining Oscar there at some point simply bc he's the only driver I can imagine giving RB pause. he's so smart and adaptable that he'd fucking dominate immediately in that car and they'd be braindead to not think hmmmm, this guy is (for example) only 25 and Max is almost 30 - maybe we should let Oscar choose a few specs for himself and see what happens. he could match Max in car smarts, focus and ambition but oooops he also has a sense of calm under stress that Max will never have. Max could openly despise him and it wouldn't affect Oscar's performance at all. and oohhhh to have Oscar be the one to topple the ivory tower nepotism at RB with a nailbiter of a WDC decision in the final race? to see what Max does in response to that? to have Alpine fanboys throwing chicken tendies at the wall watching Oscar's podium where he's also celebrating the championship? ohhhh fuck that's a tantalizing thought.

SORRY lol I really do not see that happening I just find that image so fucking hot. I don't actually want to see Oscar having to deal with RB in reality.

[wildelydawn]

🦇 Trick ~or~ Treat! 👻

My Atlas <3 Once upon a time, years (a year) ago, I wrote (parts) of this in my messages with Shou. And now, my dear, my friend, you get the full glimpse of my KimChay WIP, titled, "Chay Punches Kim."

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“You should punch him in the face.”

Porchay and Macau turn towards Vegas. “What?”

“Your brother punched me in the face,” Vegas says casually, as if Porsche went around punching people for shits and giggles. “It really solidified that I should apologize to Pete."

Porchay folds his arms. “I’m not gonna take advice from the guy who kidnapped me.”

“Suit yourself,” Vegas shrugs. “I’m not sleeping alone tonight.”

“Ouch,” Macau whistles. Porchay nudges him, but Macau shoves him playfully. “Oh, please. You’re the one always complaining about how Kim has the emotional range of a circus clown. My brother, on the other hand, is completely pathetic-”

“Hey!”

“He cried in front of Pete the other day over-”

Vegas clamps his hand over Macau’s mouth. “As my brother was saying,” Vegas cuts in cheerfully. “Kim’s love language is violence. You should punch him. Then he’ll understand.”

-

Porchay is outside Kim’s apartment. He hasn’t been here in months, and quite frankly, it’s a little hard to even look at Kim’s door.

Would he even answer?

And am I really going to do this?

Before he can talk himself out of it, Porchay knocks loudly on Kim’s door, thinking that if he can’t hit Kim, at least he can yell at him.

And when the heavy gray door swings open, and Kim’s face comes into his view, the younger Kittisawat’s mind goes utterly blank. They stare at each other for a brief moment before Porchay remembers he’s supposed to be hitting Kim. So he draws back his fist, and thwack.

Porchay’s fist awkwardly makes contact with Kim’s chest. Kim barely flinches, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And Porchay is so aware that his punch was nothing like how Porsche must have punched Vegas, because Kim is looking at him as if he's butt-naked and covered in chocolate sauce.

An even worse awkward silence falls between them before Kim clears his throat. “You can do better than that,” he says, before closing the door.

“What?”

“Try again,” Kim calls out from the other side.

This makes Porchay even angrier. How dare Kim treat him like he’s… like-

Porchay bangs on the door. Kim swings it wide open, and Porchay draws his fist-

Only to see Kim gracefully dodge, once, twice, and when Porchay swings again, Kim steps backward, and Porchay falls forward, right into Kim’s foyer. 

Kim has a smirk on his face, or at least a laugh, and it just makes Porchay’s chest ache, seeing Kim all happy while he’s suffering alone in the Main House.

So Porchay kicks Kim, right in the shin.

Kim immediately drops to a knee, crouched over and holding onto his leg.

Porchay is on the ground with him in seconds. “Oh, God, P’Kim! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Kim looks up, grins, and sweeps Porchay’s leg. Chay falls flat on his back, and before he can blink, Kim collects his wrists, holds them above his head, wedges a knee between Chay’s legs, and leans in close to his face.

“Never assume your opponent will fight fair.”

Chay’s face warms over. “L-let go of me!”

Kim does, only to have Chay crash right back into him, his head banging painfully on his hardwood floors. Now Chay’s on top of him, the victory on his face looking quite attractive as Chay sits on Kim’s hips.

“You were saying?”

Kim holds up his hands and turns away from Chay. “You win, you win. Just get off me-”

“Why? Why should I ever listen to anything you have to say-”

“Chay, please-”

“You’re the one who made my life-”

“Chay.”

“What!?”

Kim doesn’t say anything: just keeps his face turned away. But a pink flush overcomes his cheeks, and suddenly, Chay is very aware of how close their hips are, and how Kim’s dick is quickly hardening right under his ass.

“Oh.”

[breannasfluff]

Whump Rating: 2.5/5 TW: Passive suicidal thoughts, depression; has comfort

AO3 Link

Legend sets his jaw, digging in his metaphorical heels. “I don’t care.”

“You’re a liar! All you do is lie to avoid getting hurt!” Hyrule’s face is red and blotchy from yelling.

“Yeah, and? Is it better to turn into someone like you, who wears their heart on their sleeve? Oh, feel bad for me, I have trauma.”

“It’s not a competition!”

“Well, it feels like one!” Legend’s hands fist at his side, chest heaving. “We’re heroes! We don’t get the luxury of breaking down! We don’t get to stop! It doesn’t matter if—if we want to die! We keep! Going!”

Silence is thick and heavy. Hyrule opens his mouth, then closes it again.

It’s Wild who finally breaks the silence. “Legend? Do you…” he pauses, takes a breath, and restructures his words. “Sometimes it’s just easier to imagine not waking up, right?”

The vet stares at him but doesn’t answer.

There’s something broken in the slump of Wild’s shoulders as he continues. “You think, this time if a monster gets me, it wasn’t on purpose. I’ll have fulfilled my duty. I’m out of healing supplies, but I’m going to fight the monsters anyway because that’s what heroes do. I’ve saved my Hyrule, so they don’t need me anymore. Now I’m just in the way.”

No one moves. No one knows how to address the damning words. Finally, Legend unclenches his fists and stares at the ground. “I’m just so…tired.”

Closing his eyes, Wild nods. “I get it.”

“You, too?”

“It’s hard.”

Legend’s snort is more watery tears than anything else. “Shit. It’s fucking hard to live.”

Finally, the champion edges closer and leans against Legend. The hand around his side is automatic. Wild’s voice is a whisper when he says, “Living is the bravest thing we can do.”

It’s Hyrule’s quiet sobs that catch their attention. His face crumbles as he looks at Legend—his hero. “This is all my fault.”

“No, I just—” The vet reaches for him, but it’s too late.

Hyrule turns and runs into the woods.

~

The traveler has years of experience in hiding from monsters. It takes all of Legend’s considerable skill and some blind luck to find his hiding spot, wedged into a shallow alcove in a pile of rocks.

“Go away.”

Ah. So he knows the vet is there.

“Hyrule—”

“I said, go away! I’m fine!”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“Well, neither is you wanting to—to—” Hyrule breaks into sobs and huddles into his knees. “Ledge, why do you want to die? Isn’t there enough to live for? Aren’t we…enough?”

With a deep sigh, Legend sinks to the ground as close to Hyrule as he can get. He’s not going to yank the traveler out by the arm, even if he’s tempting. “Hyrule, I don’t—”

“The truth.” The strength in his voice is uncompromising.

“Okay. The truth.” Fuck. He doesn’t want to do this. “After Marin I…I dunno. I got sad. Numb. It’s just one thing after another. I started to wonder what the point of caring was. It just ends in getting hurt. It’s easier to just—not feel.”

“But everyone feels.”

“When’s the last time you cried, Rulie?”

The traveler, whose cheeks are still wet with tears, shoots him a livid look.

Legend ignores it and nods. “Exactly. The last time I cried was…” he sighs and leans back on his palms. “Hell, I don’t know. Last year, maybe?”

“But…” Wide brown eyes blink at him from the alcove. “Everyone cries. Even Time does.”

He can’t hold back the snort. “Yeah, the old man has turned on the waterworks a few times. I used to. Cry, I mean.”

“What changed?”

“I just…” he shrugged one shoulder. “I just decided to stop crying. If it started, I held it back as long as I could. Over time, I got good at it. Why feel sad?”

Hyrule’s question is barely a whisper. “You can do that?”

“I can. But, ah—” he gestures to the air like he can sum up the situation “—look how it ends up. It’s not healthy.”

“I cry all the time.” Hyrule crawls out of his alcove—progress—and edges closer to Legend. “Do you think I’m weak?”

“Course not. You’re one of the strongest heroes I know.”

“That’s a lie with Twilight in the mix.”

Legend can’t help but roll his eyes. “Sure, he’s physically strong, but have you seen him around a litter of kittens? He folds like wet paper. It’s not about appearing strong. I just…I dunno how else to explain it.”

“You said you got sad?”

“I got sad. And then I got empty.”

Hyrule edges a little closer. “Do you still feel happy?”

“Sometimes, yeah. It’s hard not to laugh at you lot sometimes.”

“But…why, then?”

Legend closes his eyes, but the inside of his eyelids don’t hold the answer. “I don’t know.” The answer is full of exhaustion. “I really don’t, Rulie. I just…sometimes it’s easier to imagine not waking up. To save someone’s life and just—rest. I know, I know there are good things to live for. Good people. Experiences. But that doesn’t…change how I feel sometimes.”

“I’m sorry.” Hyrule is right next to him and curls into his side, snaking his arms around Legend’s waist. “I’m sorry we aren’t enough.”

“Oh, Rulie. You’re one of the things that keeps me going.” Legend pulls Hyrule into a tight hug, head buried in his neck. His curls tickle his forehead and he smells like the honey candy Wild likes to sneak him. “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

“I don’t care.” The traveler is staunch in his refusal. “I’ll take you whatever way you are if it means I get to keep you. And if you are feeling bad, let me know, okay?”

“I don’t need to—”

“Legend.” The arms around him tighten; edging on a threat. “I will check in with you every day on how you are doing. And you are going to tell me the truth. Or so help me I’ll, I’ll…” he trails off for a moment, thinking. “I’ll cook you my specialty dish.”

“No!” Legend jerks and nearly chokes himself with Hyrule doesn’t let go. “I promise, I’ll tell the truth. Please don’t make me eat that again.”

The answering giggle is wet, but there. Legend lets himself settle back into the hug. His problems aren’t going to go away in one day, but support—it helps.

“I love you,” Hyrule whispers, squeezing tighter.

Legend squeezes back. “Love you too, Rulie.”

[punkflower11]

Choose Your Own Adventure: Miles Morales - Part 4

Prev | Master List

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"So, Hobie," Jefferson addresses the teen. "How are your parents?"

Miles whisked the fingers of his fork round his bowl, half-hardheartedly scooping grains of rice from the side of the dish. Currently wedged between his parents and fake Boyfriend, Miles sat present at the doom's day dinner. So far, the two parties seemed to be cooperating, but Miles knew better than to mix water with electricity and hope for the best.

"Great Chief, cemetery’s real comfy this time 'round year."

Sensitive topic right off the bat and Hobie was already pulling no punches. As a suffocating silence followed, Miles felt himself shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Oh." Jefferson blinks. Then, "Sorry to hear that." Help.

Wasn't this was painfully awkward. Miles fixed his gaze on his table knife and began to silently contemplate the cons of ending it all.

"'S'fine mate." and it was, until Jefferson decided that Miles still hadn't suffered enough.

"Where do you live then?" What was this, twenty questions?

"Around." Hey, it could have been worse. Thankfully Hobie didn't seem too irritated by the inquiry. He could have instead gone What are you, a cop? in which, Jefferson would have to regretfully inform Hobie that he was in fact, a cop.

Oh god. Miles hadn't even thought of that. If Hobie knew that he was having dinner with a cop he would definitely flip his shit. No amount of damage control could save Miles from the ticking time bomb.

Yeah, he's screwed.

"Around where?"

Okay, was this guy for real?

"Dad, don’t."

"Why not? It's an important question." Rio cuts in.

"It's just, how is this even relevant?"

"Nah, s'alright." Hobie shrugs. "I live in and out of my brother's flat." Well Halle-fucking-lujah. Somebody give this man a medal. Savior of the stupid and very very unfortunate (See: Miles).

"And he's okay with all..." Jefferson gestures vaguely at Hobie's attire. "This?"

"'Course mate. Why wouldn't 'e be?"

"No reason, just-"

"Just what?"

"So Hobie," Rio swoops in, saving her husband. "Where did you meet Miles?"

Yes Miles, who is smiling sweetly at Hobie. Called it.

"Alchemax, uh we-" Miles begins to cough violently.

"…during a field trip."

"You and Miles are in the same class?" Miles' sees his Mom's eyebrows jump. Hobie scoffs.

"What, never seen a tall person before?" For that he kicks Hobie underneath the table. Hard.

"No. I was, ah, interning." Jefferson nods his head in pleasant surprise.

"That’s nice," He says. "Good to see you're focused on the future." He looks to Miles, who is trying his hardest not to roll his eyes.

"Are you in a gang?" Rio asks abruptly.

"What? No he’s not! Woman who do you think he is?"

"To be fair love, if I was I then probably wouldn’t tell you." Hobie points out.

"Not helping Hobie." Surrendering, the other picks up his spoon.

"What about a band? You look like you're in a band."

"Sometimes." Hobie replies thoughtfully through a mouth full of food.

"Oh? What do you play?"

"Men."

"What?"

Midway through a drumstick, Miles chokes.

"…but usually guitar." Smooth recovery.

"Edgy. I played trombone in high school."

Satisfied, Rio then turns to Jefferson.

"How was work today?"

"Slow. There was a chase on 49th, but it ended pretty quick."

And just because the universe was a fucking jerk:

"Hold on," Oh no.

"You're a cop?" Shit.

"Yeah, didn't Miles tell you?" Double Shit.

Any hope that the two would get along had quickly been eradicated. The only thing that Hobie hated more than a corrupt government were the people running the corrupt government. No way in hell was he was letting this go.

Astonished, Hobie looked at the man in disbelief. Before he could start on the other, Miles took action.

Okay, time to diffuse this conversation.

[danime25]

You Had Me At Soup

masterlist // ao3

*Summary: While in the Sierra program, Six never got sick. Now that he was adapting to civilian life with Claire and the woman he roped in to play Claire's mom, he seemed to be down with a bug of some kind.

*Rating: T For Teen

*Content/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fake Dating, Pining, So Much Mutual Pining, Sickfic

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

A gift for a friend, enjoy!

Six heard the plink of fat raindrops hit the window of his bedroom. In between the rhythm of the precipitation, a splitting pounding in his head. He tried to sit up, but that seemed to only make the pain worse for him. His stirring woke up the woman beside him and she saw as he curled back up under the covers.

“Six?” She asked him. She sat up and her hand ended up resting on his forehead, “Oh you’re burning up.”

“I need to take Claire…” He made an effort to sit back up before deciding getting up was overrated

“I’ll take her to school. You have to rest.” She said in a soft tone. Sure it was soft, but he knew it wasn’t a suggestion.

“Okay.” He sighed, “Tell Claire I love her.”

“I will. I’ll go wake her up.” She got up and closed the door behind her. As quickly as he woke up, he went back to sleep. It was only a 30 minute nap, he confirmed so with a quick glance at his phone. He sighed and checked his phone,

“Sent 1 Minute Ago

Got Claire to school, be home soon.”

“Okay.” He whispered to himself before getting up to go to the bathroom. He looked like shit. He’d never been this laid up over the flu before, but he supposed his immune system wasn’t operating at 100 percent just yet. Something about the healing process after almost dying. He managed to muster enough energy to hop in the shower and clean up his facial hair but even that seemed like too much. He crawled back into bed bitterly and looked up at the ceiling. By the time he was back in bed he heard the door jingle open and she called out into the house,

“I’m home!”

“Hi.” He tried to shout back, but this only brought on a fit of coughs. She opened the bedroom door and came over to him

“How long did you sleep for?” She asked him. It was like she was a nurse doing rounds.

“About 30 minutes.”

“Six.” She tisked, “Get some more rest. I’ll wake you up after I’ve made lunch.”

“Yes ma’am.” He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. She stood by his side until she saw the weight of his body sink into the mattress and went down into the kitchen.

---

He jolted up in bed and looked at his phone to check the time. 2 hours and 14 minutes. Better. He got up out of bed and wrapped the spare blanket around his shoulders to walk down to the kitchen.

“Hey.” She turned around to face him, “I just finished… I could’ve brought it up to you.”

“It’s okay.” He sat down at the island, hunched over and rubbing his hands together for warmth.

“Here.” She brought the tray over to him. A roll of saltine crackers, some soup that was warm to the touch but not scalding, and bowl of peeled oranges

“I could’ve peeled the orange myself.” He said to her, popping a wedge into his mouth

“I know you could’ve.” She returned his highly guarded sarcasm with a cold wall that worked just as hard to keep him out as it kept her inside herself. He wanted to break it. He needed to know how she felt… felt about the situation he’d pulled her into. About him.

“Thank you.” He replied after a couple seconds of silence. He took the spoon and blew on the soup before bringing it up to his lips. He let the soup linger on his tongue for a little too long just to make sure his taste buds were still intact. Practically the only sense of his not shot to hell. It tasted… wonderful. It was somewhere between made from scratch and straight from a can but the line seemed to blur. The pulled pieces of chicken were tender, but the noodles weren’t melting into nothingness. He tried to skirt around the piece of celery and carrots that were floating in the broth, until he saw her leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. He looked back down at his bowl and took a spoonful of the veggies up to his mouth. She nodded silently and turned around to start working on dishes. He had to force himself to get the celery down, but he managed to finish it and went back to savoring the fruit. He got up to grab a drink and she pointed at a glass to her side, filled with water. He nodded and took it back to his seat. When he was done with his meal he thumbed around with the cabinets on his side of the island to grab a piece of gum. He wasn’t able to find any so he grumbled quietly and went to rest on the couch. He turned the TV on to just flip through his options. It gave his fingers something to do while the rest of him was bedridden. He decided on something he’d seen a couple of times as a kid and just listened to it. It reminded him of days when he’d watch something with his brother… it was just what he needed to lull himself back to sleep. He woke again a couple of hours later when the house door opened. Clare tried to be quiet, but she couldn’t help running over to Six to tell her about her day.

“Hey, Six.” She smiled at him, “Guess what?”

“What?” He sat up

“You know that math test I was freaking out about?”

“Yes I do.”

“I passed it.” She pulled the paper from her backpack and showed it to him, “I got a couple of answers wrong, but I got the foundation down. I talked to Mr. Garcia about what I could do better next time, and he helped me figure it out.”

“I’m so proud of you.” He gave her head a little scruff, “Didn’t it pay off to work on it?”

“Yeah. You know it’s my hardest subject.” She sighed, “I just hope I can remember it for the final.”

“You will.” He reassured her before she stole the TV remote from the footrest in front of Six. She started flipping through channels before stopping on a teen drama of some kind.

“I know you’re quiet Six, but you’re not normally this quiet.”

“It’s fine Claire.” He replied

“He’s been sick all day.” His partner peaked her head into the room and explained to Claire

“Six.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been taking care of him all day.” She walked in and put a fruity electrolyte drink in front of him. With his daughter and her looking at him, he took a swig of it and swallowed it down. It wasn’t bad tasting by any means, but his body wasn’t used to it. After he took a minute to grow accustomed to it, he drank it down quickly.

“That’s good.” Claire sighed, “You’ll be okay tomorrow though right?”

“Yeah. It’s just another Thursday.” He smiled at her, “I’m going to head up to my room. Let me know if you need me.”

“I won’t, get some rest.” Claire yelled after him as he was halfway up the stairs. Like a shadow, the woman followed him up the stairs and went to the master bathroom. He heard her rummaging for a minute before she opened the door.

“What did you do?” He raised an eyebrow

“Just made you a bath.”

“You saying I stink?”

“It’s good for the sinuses.” She replied as she got under the covers of their bed and pulled out the book she’d been working on for the past couple of nights.

“Fine.” He went into the bathroom and saw the water waiting for him. He removed his pajamas and sunk in as far as he could fit in the tub. He let his head rest along the edge and took a deep breath. Something peppermint smelling wafted through the air. It was relaxing. Despite having slept the whole day away, he could have fallen asleep there. Would tonight be the night? When he finally let go of all reason and kissed her forehead in a way only a husband and wife should. Would she give into the desperate pleas in his eyes as he wanted to be held all through the night? With a sigh he pulled himself out of the lukewarm water and grabbed a towel. He went back into the bedroom and saw her curled up to her side of the bed, resting her head against the back of her hand on her pillowcase. Slowly he inched forward and as he was about to kiss her cheek, he pulled away fearing she might still be awake. When she didn’t react to him in her space, he laid next to her on his side. He faced away from her and shut his eyes. He felt the weight in the bed shift but stayed still. He felt the tips of her fingers linger along his spine and her face pressed into his back. This being before her lips touched the spot where his shoulders met with his spine. He controlled the shiver he felt as she made contact with him and acted as though he was out cold.

“Feel better.” She whispered, the air pushing against his skin before she rolled back over. Six waited in silence until he knew she was fully asleep before getting up out of bed and walking down to the kitchen.

“I’ve gotta go.” Claire hung up on whoever she was talking to and looked over her shoulder, “Hi Six.”

“Hi.” He replied, sitting down next to her

“Aren’t you going to ask who I was on the phone with? Oh it was just a friend from school, don’t worry Six. Hey…”

“I’m fine Claire.” He insisted, when Claire picked up that he wasn’t responding to her usual dry sense of humor

“No you’re not. Is it because you’re sick?”

“No.”

“Is it because of her?”

“No.” He lied

“Six.” She sighed, “Just tell her how you feel.”

“I don’t have anything to tell her.”

“Well then you should show her.”

“There’s nothing to show her.”

“Six you’re so frustrating to deal with sometimes.” She huffed, “I need to go to bed anyway. Good night.”

“Good night.” He sighed as she left. He grabbed a pack of gum to chew on while he sat and contemplated. He couldn’t keep this up. This would breach every rule he learned in the Sierra program, to let himself be vulnerable with her and tell her how he feels. Still it killed a piece of him every day knowing that she wouldn’t crack before he did. “Why me…” He shook his head and went back upstairs to finish sleeping for the night. He woke up the next morning feeling about as well as he did the day before, if only slightly better. He was able to get up on his own, but at her insistence she drove Claire to school that day again. When she got back she did another check on him.

“Not nearly as feverish, but still high.”

“That sucks.” He sighed

“I’ll make you lunch again.” She said, matter of fact

“Fine.”

“Do you want something different?”

“Surprise me.” He curled back under the covers, knowing she’d tell him to anyway. She went downstairs and started making noise as she looked for an appliance. While she was distracted with that, he decided to hit the shower once more. He didn’t feel like he could nap again even if his life depended on it, so he decided to flip through one of her books she had finished while he waited for the smells from the kitchen to waft up the vents. He lost himself in the book though, because he saw her attempting to open the door while holding his tray of food. He rushed to the door and held it open for her and she quietly thanked him. He nodded and got back into bed. “Smells good.”

“Thank you.” She replied. It looked like she had more to say, but whatever it was she didn’t. He looked over the tray, the soup didn’t have veggies floating in it but was a pureed consistency with a bright yellow base. There were some spices sitting on the top layer, and without bothering to look at what she had put on the side, he dug in. It was warm and comforting, and it felt more nourishing. He put down the spoon and drank it straight from the bowl before muttering about how good it was.

“Thank you.” Her face cracked with a gentle smile. He moved on to the bread on the side, pulling it apart with his fingers and looked over at the bowl of fruit. Strawberries today. Not his favorite, but surely she had a reason to give him those so he ate them with the little fork she had included on the side. She sat on the edge of the bed as he finished up and he pushed it away from himself. “I’ll go take this downstairs.” She leaned in, and Six leaned in towards her. Her body not anticipating this, her lips nearly brushed up against his forehead. They both sat still and she darted her eyes away from his gaze. He took her head into his hand and forced her eyes back up to meet his. He let everything that he felt pour into his eyes before she broke contact and kissed his forehead. He took a hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. He held her hand against his chest before kissing it once more. She moved closer to him and tilted her head so as to kiss him before he stopped her. When she looked at him with confusion he explained,

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“Maybe it’s worth it.” She said before her lips made contact with his. He wrapped his hands back around her neck as he made an effort to deepen the kiss.

“I’ve… fallen for you.” He said, not wanting to admit how long he’s wanted this

“I have too…”

“Be honest with me.” He said, with the implication of ‘Bare your soul to me’

“Yes?”

“How long have you felt this way for me?”

“I…” She didn’t want to tell him, she had built this wall around herself and if she said anything her protection from feeling was gone. Six knew it all too well, which is why he wanted to hear from her first. “The first couple of months after you told me you needed someone to act as your wife was fine. I fell in love with Claire as though she was my own daughter the minute I met her…. And you, it felt as natural as breathing to feel as though we were in love.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve never had to act because I’ve felt from the bottom of my heart that you were my ‘one’. I was just afraid that you didn’t return my feelings.”

“I understand.” He sighed, “I’ve had feelings for you pretty much since the same time. The way you take care of Claire… when you chewed out the admin.”

“You like me yelling?” She raised an eyebrow

“It was cute honestly.” He smirked back, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man in so much fear before. I was a little scared too.”

“You have nothing to fear, my love.” She kissed his cheek with a smile as she pulled away, “Now… you should rest.”

“I should.” He sighed, “But would it be too much if I asked you to stay by my side?”

“How?”

“Just lie in bed with me.” He replied

“Okay.” She put his tray on the side table and got under the covers with him. They stared at each other before Six closed the space between them with her in his arms. She rested her head against his chest for a second before he said,

“I…”

“Yes?” She looked up at him with doe eyes

“I have to tell you, I wasn’t asleep last night… When you kissed me. It gave me the courage I needed to tell you how I felt today.”

“Oh.” She said before hiding her face back into him

“Can you… hold me like that?”

“You want me to spoon you?” She asked

“Yes please.”

“Anything for you.” She kissed his cheek before he rolled over. Her arms were like magnets to his torso and they pulled his back into the front of her body. She moved up in the bed so her head could comfortably rest on his shoulder and she kissed the back of his neck. His hand worked its way over one of hers and threaded his fingers in between the spaces left by hers. He took a deep sigh as he felt the weight in his chest lift. Sure he was still sick, but with her by his side he had a feeling that he’d recover that much quicker.

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[pretty-restless-insomniac]

"You Made Me This"

WORD COUNT: 1554

FANDOM: Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mention of infidelity, mention of sex, angst, no happy ending

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"Oh shit. OH SHIT how are we going to get out of here?"

"Calm down, you screaming like a fucking banshee isn't going to help."

"oh that's fresh coming from you Riddle," you whirl around with an accusing finger.

"You probably planned this, you wretched gargoyle, damn it. Help please somebody! The door is locked!"

Slow irritating clapping came from behind you, "Wow y/n you're a fucking genius. The door IS locked, it's fucking night time! We're in a prohibited area. All the professors are patrolling the lower corridors."

You just glare at him and gesture for him to fuck off. You sigh and lean against the wall to assess your situation. One, you just wanted a pretty isolated place to listen to your music and cry a little. Two, you did not expect to see Mattheo Riddle in your place in the bell tower, clearly smoking whatever he pleases. Stunned you didn't get to wedge a book into the door so it wouldn't lock. That's how you find yourself at number three. You're trapped in the bell tower, after curfew, now very obviously smelling like pot and yay who's your partner in solitude?

Mattheo Fucking Riddle.

He seemed surprised to see you as well but why should he be? You were the one to show him this place, somewhere you two could just exist in each other's company. A place where not even war could bother you both. Before he fucked up of course.

All in good time.

"Maybe instead of being a nuisance you could instead find us a way out then, Riddle."

He drops from the beam he was smoking on and slowly corners you, looking almost confused.

"That's not my name princess," he leans in to grab your hand but you just shake him off. How fucking DARE he. He has to be the most ignorant wizard in the world.

"I am Not your princess, Riddle."

He just stands across from you, folded arms mirroring yours . That stupid smirk back in its place .

"Now when did we decide that? Last time I checked, whose name did you scream last time I had you. Who made you cum till you shook, and gladly licked it clean."

You just stare back humorless, trying to keep your composure.

"You decided that Riddle, you know, the night where you fucked that Gryffindor girl."

He just throws his head back and groans. Your throat starts to feel choked up, holding back the cries you'd pray he'd never see. But now he's getting a glimpse of it

"Princess- y/n I swear to Salazar Slytherin that I did not fuck her. We kissed yes, touched a little but then nothing more I swear."

"Oh thank you Mattheo," you exclaim sarcastically, " that just makes me feel so much better. Please tell me that I did not walk in on you grinding into her when she was naked. Explain to me how the fuck that is loyal in any way!"

You jump up and pace a little anxiously, knowing that this night will be filled with cold hard truths. You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish. Mattheo reached out to you again but you just brushed out of his way and sat on the winding staircase.

"And the worst part is," you take a deep breath praying your voice stays stable ," that was OUR bed. It was where we studied and had movie nights as friends. The bed you asked me out on, and later took my first kiss on. It was," you breathe shakily and are blind by the tears filling your eyes, "it was where you made love to me, for the first and many times after that. It was beautiful."

You're glad you can't see the reaction Mattheo has from your words but he soon knelt down in front of you cautiously.

"it was so beautiful- you are so beautiful my love. You have my heart and I will never again want for someone else. You're my everything. That was my first time making love as well, because I'm so fucking crazy for you."

You can help but laugh with tears in your eyes, "yeah right Mattheo. Riddles don't make love, you fuck anyone you want and toss them aside when you're done with them. That's what our relationship came down to, right? Getting your prick wet."

He chuckles slyly.

"That sex was pretty good- don't look at me like that! Fuck I'm sorry I was joking. Of course it wasn't just about that. I just keep fucking up, I can own up to that. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better. Only for you, y/n. Please for fucks sake, look at me baby."

So you do. And he nearly trips as the storm clouds ravage across your eyes. You stand and push him against the door, somewhat pleased to hear a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter Matty? Don't you want to know why you keep fucking up?"

You take a deep breath before sticking your finger to his chest.

" It's because you NEVER own up to the shit you do. You never fucking learn because you act like you don't know what you've done!"

You're screaming by the end of it, but his dark eyes now match yours. Must've hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah cause it's ALWAYS me? YOU left me! You promised and you lied. YOU promised. Don't put all the fucking blame on me princess. This isn't about some random bed warmer. I did nothing but devote myself to you, so what did I do that's so fucking horrendous!?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation, God damn, he's fucking cruel. You can't hold back the dam anymore, deciding to let all the poisonous shit that's been building up in you these past months out.

"You BROKE me," you shriek as sobs begin to pour out endlessly. You fall to your knees and look up to meet Mattheo's horrified face. You shake harder and try to take some deep breaths.

"Why did you do this to me? To us. Everything was great, I adored you, how was that not enough. Why did you let me find you with her that night? I-" you hold back a gag as you relive the worst night of your life. The boxers you bought him on his hips, hickeys down his neck. His matching promise ring is discarded. And worst, the smiling girl waving at you stark naked from her position on the bed.

Why? Fuck. Why, why.

"When I was with you, you made my life brighter. You were my sun and I held you close to me every night, remember? After every meeting with your father, when he forced the dark mark on you and you came to ME crying. ME. I was good enough then, but not worth it in the end."

He tries to interrupt but you just keep barreling through.

"I couldn't even face you after that. Call me a coward but every time I look at you, I feel sick. You touched her the way you touched me. Your lips fit on hers as they did mine, fuck Mattheo you were even holding her hand."

You start tugging on your hair, probably painting the picture of a psychotic breakdown. That's what made you hate him even more though, the shame.

"I can't believe I let you make me so weak, so willing for you. I fucking adored you, and you HUMILIATED me. You broke my smile. My spirit, my heart. And I will NEVER be the girl I was before I caught you that night. I can't even imagine trying to put myself back together. You killed the me you were once in love with. That is why you're Riddle to me. Riddles destroy."

You bend and put your hands on your knees trying to slow your heart rate. Mattheo just sits across from you with his head in his hands. He doesn't know how to react, what to say, what to do except to grab the key from his pocket and hand it to you, climbing back to his beam.

"You're right. You always are. It was a beautiful thing and I had to have it, even though I knew I would break you. You're just all I ever wanted. But I am only a monster to you, use that key. I got the conversation I wanted. The princess escapes the monster, right?"

He chuckled sadly, not even looking at you as you rushed to open the door. Thank fuck. Before you step fully out, you pause. You turn to look at the boy you would've done anything for, the boy you were so sure would treat you the same.

"I never wanted to be the Princess in your fairytale. I'm not perfect. But I know my fucking worth," you throw the key at him before grabbing the door on your way out. As you lean in to close the door fully, you catch a last glimpse of his eyes.

"You were right about the monster part. It's just a shame you've made me one too."

The door clicks shut, and you don't feel anything walking away. Numb, even to the cries of your name echoing back to you. 

[wandaluvstacos]

dragon saddle design

i hate that people don't think deeply about dragon saddles cuz I certainly have. I hate that people are like "oh you just put a horse saddle on a dragon." WRONG. A horse cannot fly at 2000 feet in the sky, fly vertically down or up, or do a barrel roll. If they do, you're dead. like damn my horse stepped in a hole at a walk and I fell off, and that was only a fall of about 5 feet. A dragon saddle needs to look more like a roller coaster ride harness. These things are actually designed to keep you on no matter what.

I know people like the look of horse saddles but this shit will get you murdered instantly

at least this saddle kinda makes it hard to fall off backwards or forwards

Personally if I were designing one, the key features would be:

Laying down design: The wind you'll get at cruising heights when you're sitting up will be significant and uncomfortable. Also, if you're riding that thing for hours, it makes sense to lay down cuz you can also take a nap (if you don't need to be steering). Also, it's much easier to stay on a wobbling monster in the sky when you're laying down on your stomach than if you're sitting straight. ALSO, if the dragon is not horse-sized, you cannot straddle it unless you know how to do the splits.

Like when I saw this I thought: oh you are falling off IMMEDIATELY

2. YOU NEED TO BELTED THE FUCK IN. I'm talking straps, straps, and more straps. Failsafes for your failsafes. Think of rockclimbing harnesses. Shit that will keep you on that dragon no matter what.

3. Something rigid to brace against. For this I think of how side saddles work, in that you've got two cups for your thighs for support.

I'm thinking something like this, but something you can wedge yourself under so that when your dragon does a barrell roll, you aren't getting thrown around. Again, think of how the bars work on a roller coaster.

I think it's worth considering how the saddle is connected to the dragon. It takes significant strength to buckle a girth on a horse. Dragons are much bigger than horses, so to buckle a girth even three times the size of one on a horse would be a huge chore. You also need more failsafes. Girths come loose on horses sometimes. This is something you DON'T want happening in the sky. I'm thinking multiple straps with multiple smaller buckles, as well as a second harness that attaches you to the actual dragon and not the saddle.

Lastly, I do see bits used on dragons and I think it's a bad idea. Bits only work on horses because they have a huge gap between their molars and front teeth, and nothing is sharp. This wouldn't work on a dog, cat, or anything that has a consistent row of teeth. They'd end up just constantly biting the metal. Also, dragons spit fire! That bit would get melted so fast!

I think a much better idea is to use a bullring.

These are a rather quick installation on a young calf, and because they work on sensitive, soft tissues, they're much more responsive than trying to steer via the horns or neck or face. If you've got a 3000 lb dragon, there's NO FUCKING WAY you are controlling that thing with a regular halter and reins unless you've got a mindlink or something. A bullring takes care of that issues, and they look bad ass anyway.

Also, I know this is AI garbage but anything that requires you to sit IN FRONT of the wings is just... not going to work lol. No one rides a horse on top of their shoulders. You ride behind the shoulder for a reason (so you don't immediately fall over their head every time they stop)

[harlowtales]

Jack x Mom go to the Beyonce Concert and narrowly escape crazy fans. ***18+ language ***

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“Come on mom we’re going to be late! Can’t keep the Queen B waiting!” Jack called out to his mom.

“Have my wife home by a decent time son.” Jack’s dad said in that smooth southern accent that was stronger than his wife’s. He rested a hand on his son’s shoulder to reinforce that his wife was to be taken care of with the utmost concern.

“I will dad, but talk to your wife cuz you know how she gets talking to everyone.” Jack said sharing a knowing look with his father. His mother was a popular figure in Louisville herself and knew virtually everyone there was to know in town.

Jack’s mom bounded down the stairs a full head of curls bouncing like her son’s. “Hunny I am so sorry! Let’s go!!” She said excitedly throwing an extra lipstick into her purse. It’s not every day you’re introduced to musical royalty and she was bursting with anticipation.

Jack’s dad made his wife pause. He was in awe of how beautiful she looked with her glamorous sequinned black sleeveless top, sleek leggings, and sexy wedge heels showing off her athletic figure. “Hold up now little lady, before you run off to meet Queen B I gotta tell you, what do the kids say there Jack? Oh yeah, you look like a whole snack hunny.” He said making her turn around so he could take her in from all sides and planted a kiss on her just lipsticked lips.

“Hunny my lipstick!” Jack’s mom said a bit annoyed but always loving her husband’s attention.

“Ok dad don’t ever say that again, and I have security tonight so don’t worry.” Jack reassured his father.

“Son, this here beauty better not have a scratch on her you here? You know how crazy the fans get.” His dad said sternly, speaking from experience being out with his son.

“Ah geez do you guys always have to do that?” Jack said turning away as they kissed goodbye again.

“When you get a real one you won’t say nothing.” His dad ribbed. “Y’all have fun.” He said as he closed the door

“You guys are still in love, I get it, but gets a bit much.” Jack said cringing.”

“How do you think you got here hunny?” His mom said

“Ok eww.” Jack said chuckling “You do look gorgeous mom.” He said kissing her on the cheek. “After you” He said holding the car door open for her. Jack lived for these times when he could spoil particularly his mom. It made him emotional sometimes and he felt his eyes welling up but pushed it down. His mom was a crier and he didn’t want her to ruin her makeup but this was a very special moment.

As they got around the venue traffic was bumper to bumper. “Oh no hunny! What does all this traffic mean for us?” Jack’s mom said concerned

“Driver, what’s going on? I thought we had priority entry.” Jack said not liking his mom was getting worried

“Mr. Harlow I will try to get around this don’t worry.” The driver said confidently as he looked for a way out. Finally he spotted a gap turning the Black SUV around and they were on their way. They pulled up a distance from the actual entrance, but that was far as cars were allowed to go.

“Ok Jack, mom, wait for the cart it’s coming to pick us up.” His security guard said

“Cart?” Jack’s mom said confused

They waited and waited to get picked up and shuttled to the entrance much to Jack’s dismay. Everything had to be perfect tonight for his mom. “Neelam make a call cuz this shit ain’t happening.” Jack said to his manager who was already inside making sure the way was cleared for Jack to enter. As they waited a bit more some fans spotted them and started running over and screaming.

“Jack!!! OMG!!!!!! Jack!!!!” They yelled getting closer and closer screaming and crying. People in Louisville gave Jack his space but there were lots of people from out of town to see Beyonce and seeing Jack made them crazy. More people saw Jack as they heard the girls that initially spotted him screaming and joined in heading towards them.

Venue security saw them approaching and prepared to hold them back but that would only work for so long. There were only 2 guards to hold off a crowd. Just then the golf cart finally showed up.

“Mom get in!” Jack said hurriedly. Fans rushing him was one thing but not his mom. Just as the fans reached security Jack and his mom took off in the cart. “Everyone’s so hyped tonight” Jack said looking back and waving at the fans “That was close!” He said laughing to his mom.

The cart took off fast to escape the crowd and Jack’s mom wasn’t firmly in her seat. “Hunny!!” She exclaimed as she tried holding onto to something to not fall off.

“Mom!!” Jack said scared and immediately put out his arm across his mom to protect her as her human seat belt. “Yo! Slow your roll man!” He said angrily to the driver “Mom you good?” Jack said catching his breath. He promised his dad nothing would happen to his wife.

“I’m…I’m ok hunny.” His mom said just a bit shaken up from the whole experience. Whenever she did accompany Jack to events he made sure she was shielded from the worst of it. They pulled up to the back entrance and Neelam greeted them along with other friends and family. Jack helped his mom down from the cart and gave her a huge hug.

“Hunny I’m fine. Really.” Jack’s mom said warmly to calm him down. “You deal with this kind of thing all the time?” His mom said concerned

“Not when I’m in Louisville. Which is why I like being home. They’re from out of town.” He said keeping a hand on her back and guiding her into the venue.

They settled into their exclusive box section overlooking the stage next to his god-daughters, and other friends. “Uncle Jackkkk!!!” They squealed wanting to be lifted up for hugs. They used to see him more often but lately Jack had been too busy.

Beyonce and her dancers came out in true dramatic fashion as the lights dimmed and the crowd went insane. As always she put on an incredible show. His goddaughter’s danced away with Urban ribbing Jack that they danced way better than him.

“Suck it fam” Jack shot back chuckling in a whisper into Urban’s ear so his god-daughters wouldn’t hear his language.

“His Crip walk is coming along.” His friend Ace Pro defended to be supportive “Not a backflip but not bad.”

“It’s ok Uncle Jack not everyone can dance but you rap ok” His little god-daughter said patting him on the back as if to console him as they walked out after the show and he was holding her.

“Um thanks I think?!” Jack said amused with her

They got up to Beyonce’s green room and patiently waited for the star to greet them. It was a known thing that Louisville was Jack’s town and most artists requested to meet him or he them when they passed through. It was becoming tradition to pay homage to the young legend in his city. Before Jack’s team could even reach out, Jay Z called Jack and asked for a moment of his time after the show because his wife was a fan. “A moment of my time?” Jack said in disbelief “I guess I can pencil her in dog like WTF of course!” Jack told his idol. Now the moment had come.

Beyonce emerged and gratefully bent down to take a large bouquet of flowers from Jack’s god-daughter and his mom handed her a gift. “Mom….Mrs. Carter. Mrs. Carter, my mom.” Jack said respectfully

“It’s Beyonce please y’all! I’m just a Huston girl.” She said humbly giggling at Jacks formality “I see why all the girls be hollering.” She said to Jack and he looked down shyly.

“Wow I never need to have nobody say nothing about me again.” He said in awe of her majesty and beauty. In person it was almost overwhelming.

“I love your music.” Was all Jack’s mom could get up to say. She was usually very talkative but this was a moment for her.

“And I hear you one of the best mom’s in the business on your own girl boss shit.” Beyonce complimented Jack’s mom

“How did you know I own a business?” Jack’s mom said surprised Beyonce knew anything about her.

“I do my homework.” Beyonce said with a wink. “Ok King Jack I have to go but one thing I have to say is keep going. We see you and love what you’re doing. I’m a big fan. Lovely meeting you.” Beyonce said as she was getting a sign from her team to wrap it up. Jack reached out to shake her hand but she pulled him and his mom in for hugs.

“Tell your husband don’t be a stranger.” Jack said as they parted

“Oh you got a verse for him or what?” Beyonce challenged with a smile

“I always got one for him.” Jack said unable to take the smile off his face. “Mom you ok? You didn’t say much.” Jack said rubbing his mom’s back

“She was magical hunny. Thank you so much.” Jack’s mom said wiping tears away.

“That’s King Jack to you.” He said jokingly to his mom but noticed she was really tearing up. “Ah don’t start” Jack said as it was triggering his own emotions.

“I love you” His mom said “And not just because I get to do things like this but you protect me and I’m grateful.”

“Are you kidding mom? Did you hear your husband basically threaten me before we left the house?” Jack teased. “Naw but for real nothing will ever happen to you with me ok?” He said with his arm around her.

“Ok hunny because those girls are scary! You really need to be careful sweetheart.” His mom said

“That’s why I became a rapper remember?” He joked

@spicypiscesthings @itsyagirljaz @angelbae05 @jackmans-poison @jackslilsecrett @jacks-daycare

[livindeadgirlgrav]

The Monster's Den

Pairing: Otis Driftwood x fem reader

Warning: Violence, bad language, gore, nsfw, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome its Otis Driftwood lol

A/n: This is my first story on this account! I use to write a lot but my account got deleted so iIm staring over! Just note I type really fast and I'm also dyslexic, I'll try my best to proofread every post but please tell me if I miss something or made a mistake:) - This story is a work in process, I'm still getting my creative juices back!

This story is written in the readers pov and alternating povs!

Getting a flat tire is a stressful experience already, but getting a flat tire in the middle of no where in the Texas heat is even worse. You knew this would happen sooner or later but you hoped your piece of shit car would make it a little longer. Tying a old shirt to the door you decided to walk, having no idea where you were walking to just hoping a house or gas station would pop up so you could use the phone. After what felt like hours of walking you finally stumbled upon a house, carrying your wedged sandals you decided to knock on the door. The house in your mind was creepy, it look as the vines were eating the house with hanging baby dolls trying to escape from the walls. the yard itself was littered with items. You tried not to be too judgmental for working in this heat had to be killer. "Oh hello darling?" You smiled at the warm presence of a older woman. "Hi, i'm sorry to bother but my car broke down a few miles back-" before you were able to finish the lady pulled you in "Oh honey you look terribly hot! why don't you have a sit and I'll get you some iced water" Taking a sit on the couch you watched as the lady came into frame with a sweaty glass of water. "Thank you so much! Do you have a phone I could use by chance?" You said accepting the cool beverage. "Noo,I once had one back in 57, I don't quite remember you see there isn't anyone here I feel like jaw flappin' at no more."She said taking a sit beside you. "But RJ has a tow-truck, I bet he can get it for you. Might be able to fine the problem." You took a sip of the heavenly water and brightened up. "Really? that would be wonderful! Thank you" You said sweetly admiring the generous woman. She smiled and nodded "Well it might take him a few hours but you are free the stay here." You smiled "I would love that thank you!" The woman giggled a little before deciding to go find RJ to talk to him about your car, leaving you alone in the living room.

After a few minutes of looking around and sipping your water you heard a noise behind you, turning to see if it was the woman- you were met with a tall, pale man with stringy blonde hair. Feeling your heart flutter as the man stared down at you sitting on the couch remaining eye contact as he walked around to get a better view of you. "H-hello, I'm y/n the older lady welcomed me in, I-I broke down a few miles bac-" Before finishing your sentence the man spoke up. "Can you speak girl?" He glared down. You nodded fast. " Then speak up!" He shouted making you jump with the outburst. "Yes" Otis stared at you watching your face heat up and your eyes flutter. Gasping, your eyes quickly widen when the strange man grabbed your neck pulling you up from the couch harshly. Grasping his wrist to try to free yourself but it was no use. "I bet you are soaked already huh?" He admired your struggling form for a moment before he slammed you down on the couch by your throat. You winced in pain. The man decided to sit on your legs to keep you from kicking tighting his grip. You tried to scream but nothing came out. "p-please!" struggling to form words you squinched up your face in pain. "i-I cant breathe!" trying your best you begged breathlessly. Before everything went black you saw the man smirk.

Your eyes fluttered awake, starring up seeing a ceiling as your eyes came into focus. Moaning at the pain, you knew there had to be a bruise on your neck. Realizing your arms are tied behind your back and a gag was in your mouth you tried your best to look around the room. You started to breath heavy realizing what just happened. You jumped when you heard the door open and the same man who was just choking you walked in. "Hey there mama, you sure are pretty hogtied like that!" You cried out and pushed against the rope. Earning a chuckle from Otis. "Now look I'm going to remove your gag but if you make anything such as a fucking peep. I'll gut you like a pig and make you eat your own intestines!" You nodded as tears rolled down your cheek. Otis pulled the rag down and stared at your face looking at your puffy lips. "W-what do you want?" you stuttered making Otis chuckle, "You."

Thank you for reading! I might make a part 2 Im not entirely sure but I hope you guys like it! I haven't written in forever so this was great!

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