#and I'd be vodka/j

[potatosneevees]

it was a fucking mistake to ever meet @lil-gae-disaster irl.

cuz now i'm addicted to meeting them. mothercucker. you're making me an extrovert. if we'd life in the same city, I'd be a fucking extrovert now. Fuck you. Srop it. Stop being so addictive to meet. Just. Stop.

Fucking ass.

Now fucking teleport here so we can cuddle and sleep together (AS IN THE SAME BED CUZ WE'RE MINORS AND ALSO BOTH VERY MUCH NOT IN FOT ZHAT. INCASE SOMEONE WAS THINKING DIRTY HERE.)

[bteezxyewriter12]

Drunken Confessions

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- Blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, desk sex, sex from behind, missionary, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13

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J POV

"Uh San...you wanna...like...slow down?", I ask as he takes another shot of vodka

He snorts, "C'mon Jo. I'm not a newbie. I have a high tolerance. Give me another one"

I sigh, pouring him another shot

Which he downs in a nanosecond

I know why he's like this

Because she's here

His ex-girlfriend, Hanna, who dumped him four months ago and is now here, in his club with a new guy

Yeah that's gotta hurt

"Jo!", he exclaims, "More!"

I sigh, pouring him another

He's my best friend and I've tried to help him get over her

I thought he was making progress, until she walked in and he started drinking

Normally I'd drink with him but I'm working

Yup he's my best friend and also my boss

Brightside?

I can cut him off before he gets obliterated

And he's well on his way

I'm just appalled at the gall she has coming here

She actually went up to San and flirted with him

Smiling, giving him flirty eyes, touching his arm, his hair, commenting on how good he looks

With the new guy standing behind her

Now she's dancing with the guy but keeps looking back at San, giving him smirks, trying to get him jealous

She's succeeding and he's not the only one she's making jealous

I am too because he keeps looking at her

I wish he would look at me instead but I know that's never going to happen

Shoving all thoughts of San like that out of my head, I turn to the group of girls calling for my attention and take their order

I have to work to do and make money

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"C'mon Sannie", I say, dragging him behind me

He needs to take a nap

He's hogging a spot at my bar, brooding and pouty and I need his spot for someone who's gonna pay for the drinks

He has a couch in his office that he can crash on until I can get him home later

Opening the door to his office, I lead him to the couch

"Lay down, rest, sleep. I'll take you home after my shift"

I start turning to leave, when I feel his hand on my wrist

He spins me to him, coming closer, his lips right above mine

What the fuck?

I quickly step out of his grasp

It hurts but I don't want to kiss him while he's drunk

While he wants to forget Hanna

I can't just have drunk sex with him, knowing it means nothing to him

He moves closer to me again, trying to kiss me

"San, what are you doing?", I snap

He stops, looking upset, "What? You don't want to kiss me?"

That is neither here nor there

"I'm not kissing you while you're drunk. I'm your best friend, not some girl you can use to forget Hanna is here with another guy"

"That's not why I'm trying to kiss you", he argues

Right

Because he tries to kiss me everyday

Please

"Yes it is"

I wasn't born yesterday

"No. I don't care who Hanna is with"

I snort

Why is he lying?

He knows I have eyes, that I saw him look at her then drink

"Yes you do. Don't lie San!", I exclaim, "You're upset because she's here with someone else! You're drunk because of it"

"God you're so fucking.....oblivious!", he yells, "I don't care about her!"

I snort, "Could of fooled me!"

"I don't. I fucking want you!"

Shock enters my body from his words

He wants me?

No he doesn't, he's fucking drunk

He wants anything that walks

"Fuck off San!"

"No!", he shouts, pacing, "You don't fucking know!"

Know what?

What the fuck is he talking about?

"You don't know that I broke up with her! You assumed she dumped me but I dumped her when I...when I realized that I'm so fucking in love with you!"

My mouth drops open, staring at him

There's no way

He never showed any sign...nothing

I'm not that oblivious

"I don't care if she wants me back, if she was flirting with me, if she's looking at me. I don't care if every girl in the fucking club looks at me. I only want you to look at me and you fucking don't! I can't tear my eyes away from you, when you're working, when we're hanging out, anytime I'm fucking around you. You act as if I'm not there, as if I'm not a guy and just one of your friends"

"You are my best friend San", I point out because I don't know what else to say

I'm still processing everything

And I'm terrified that this is all a joke

Or this is something he's saying because he's wasted

That would be the worst and so embarrassing

"I don't want to be your best friend!", he snaps, leaning against his desk, his fingers gripping the edges so hard they're white, "I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be the only one you notice, be the only one you want! I want to be the only one who kisses you, touches you. I want to be the only one you give your fucking gorgeous smile to. I want you to want me!"

I want that too but he's drunk and he doesn't know what he's saying

"You're drunk-", I start

"No I'm not", he snorts, "I'm tipsy but I know what the fuck I'm saying. You are the one I should of been with to begin with. I know what I want. You"

My brain is malfunctioning as everything he's saying is catching up to me

"Why...why are you drinking then?"

"Because she's fucking here and I thought she was going to start something with you!", he exclaims, "She knows I love you. I was panicking. I thought you would think I want her or she would tell you how I feel before I could. That's why I was drinking"

My mind is reeling from all this

"So don't tell me I don't know what I want", he growls, glaring at me, "If you don't feel the same then you can just leave, forget I said anything, never speak about it again and let me get myself together."

I can't leave

Not....not if he's telling the truth

Instead I walk towards him, my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his

His kiss is fucking amazing, making me swoon and feel like the floor is tilting under me

His arms move around me, pulling me right against him, his solid, muscular body feeling so good

He licks my lip and I open my mouth letting his tongue in

I move my tongue to his, moaning softly when his plays with mine

Moving my fingers in his hair, I fall into his kiss, wishing, hoping this isn't just one kiss

When we pull away, I look into his beautiful brown eyes, "You better be sure about this San because I fucking love you so much. If you're just gonna say you didn't mean anything you said tomorrow when you're not tipsy then tell me right now"

He shakes his head, "I'll never say that Jo. You are who I want today, tomorrow, everyday"

I nod, "Ok Sannie"

"Do...do you mean what you said? You love me?"

I move my hand to his cheek, my thumb stroking his skin, "I don't remember a time I wasn't in love with you Sannie. I've been waiting for you for a long time"

"I'm sorry I made you wait naekkeo. I should have realized my feelings sooner"

"Better late than never", I smile softly

"I'll make everything up to you", he promises, then pulls me to him, kissing me hard, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing

I drop my hands to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons quickly, shoving the shirt off his muscular arms

Grabbing his belt, I open it, getting his black jeans open

My shirt is pulled off my body, our clothes flying all over until we're both naked

Dropping to my knees, I gape at his huge thick cock, having no idea that San was packing that

He's so hard, sticking straight out, a huge vein popping up, his head crying cum

Pressing my tongue to his tip, I lick his cum up, surprised at how much I like how he tastes

"Mmm yummy Sannie"

"Fuck baby", he groans

I move my mouth around his head, sucking lightly, keeping my tongue on his underside

"Yes baby", he moans as I move down his length, taking more of him in

He's so big and I have to open my mouth wide but I don't stop sucking on him, wanting to please him

Pulling off him, I lick him from base to tip, getting him back in my mouth, deeper than before

Spit is everywhere, all over his cock, falling on my chest

Bobbing my head faster, I wrapped my hand around the rest of his shaft, jerking him off at the same time

"God naekkeo, you have no idea how much I've wanted to see you on your knees with my cock in your mouth"

"Mmmm?", I ask, looking up at him, tears in my eyes

"Fuck, I've wanted to see these pretty brown eyes tearing up because of my dick. You looks so fucking good sucking my cock"

I nod, sucking harder, wanting to look good for him

He wipes my eyes, then slowly pulls out of my mouth

"I need to fuck you. I can't cum without being inside you"

He helps me stand then I move forward, pushing him down on his desk

He lays back on his elbows, watching me climb and straddle him

He smirks as I hold his cock up, hovering over him

Dropping on his shaft, I move my hips in a circle as I wiggle onto his dick

"Oh god, fuck", he moans, his eyes closing, head falling back, "Waited so long to have this pussy around my cock"

Oh fuck is right

I push down on him, feeling his fat cock open my pussy up so pleasurably and making me so fucking wet

"Oh god Sannie!", I cry, bottoming him out, rocking on his length, "Your cock is perfect. Fuck, the fucking best"

He's so thick, making us a tight fit, his head against my spot, rubbing against me with every grind

I don't think I've ever been this wet before, completely drenching his dick and I wouldn't be surprised if his lap is all wet too

"Fuck naekkeo, god when was the the last time you were fucked?", he groans, "Your pussy is so fucking tight baby. God I can feel every throb around my cock. You feel so fucking good"

"Yeah baby?", I smirk, bouncing once, "Do you want me to ride your cock?"

"Yes, fuck yes", he whines

Leaning towards him, I move my arms around his neck, bouncing once again

"How bad do you want it?"

"So bad baby", he whimpers

"Tell me what you've been thinking about", I tease, kissing his cheek

"Everything baby. I imagine you riding me, hard and fast, your pussy so fucking wet, all over me, your boobs bouncing in my face, you're sexy body on display for me"

"Oh yeah?", I ask, moving my fingers in his hair, pulling his hair back

Kissing his neck, I move along his skin, licking and sucking, hearing him moan as I keep my hips grinding on him, his head rubbing my spot continuously

"Yes baby. Then you cum on me and it feels so good"

"What else?", I ask, loving teasing him

"Fuck you on my desk", he pants

I giggle, "How long have you been fantasizing that?"

"A long time naekkeo", he confesses, "Everytime I'm in here I just imagine bending you over my desk, fucking your pretty pussy until you cum. Then I flip you over, hold you down on my desk and fuck you again, making you scream my name, make you cry for my cock. Making you squirt and cum, fucking you stupid. And after I fill you with my cum, I watch it leak from your hole"

"Sounds like fun baby", I tell him, "I'm game for being fucked on your desk"

"Mm good baby but can you please fuck me now?", he begs, "I can't take it anymore. I need you sliding up and down my cock. Please"

"I can do that baby", I smirk at him

Sitting up, I toss my hair over my shoulder, leaning on his hard abs

He's so fucking muscular, so hot with a gorgeous face and an amazing personality

He's has it all and I just realized he's mine

"Naekkeo, please", he whines

I snap out of staring at my sexy boyfriend and move on his dick, sliding up

Keeping just his head in my pussy, I shove myself down, taking him all in one quick shot, feeling his head slam right into my spot

"Fuck!", we both yell and I bounce on him as fast and hard as I can

"Yes oh my fucking god", he cries

His thick cock stretches me open, feeling so fucking incredible, I can't get enough

"Yes Sannie, oh fuck yes", I yell, the bliss so intense, "Yes, such a good cock!"

I'm drenched, the squelching sound of my pussy fucking his cock so fucking loud and so surprisingly pretty

"Fuck naekkeo", he moans, his hands gripping my thighs hard, "So fucking pretty on my cock. God that pussy looks so pretty wrapped around my dick"

It feels so good to be wrapped about his cock

Nice and hard, huge, I can feel every part of his fat cock inside me, the drag of it intense

As I bounce, I grind against him when I take all of him in, my hips moving in a circle, pleasure running everywhere

The constant stimulation to my spot is driving me insane and I'm so close, throbbing incessantly around his length

"I'm gonna cum! Sannie, I'm gonna cum!"

He nods, his eyes on mine, lust blazing in them, "Cum around my cock naekkeo. Let me see how this body cums"

I bounce a few more times, bliss taking over as I cum, clenching around his cock

"San! Oh my fucking god! San!", I scream, my body shaking

It feels fucking incredible, his cock so hard and so amazing to pulse around

"Yes baby", he chokes out, "So fucking beautiful. God, it feels so good"

"Fff...ffff", I trail off, rocking on his cock as the pleasure ebbs away

He moves so fast, the next thing I know, I'm face down, bent over his desk, he's standing behind me, his cock entering me again

He shoves himself inside in one stroke, making me moan like a porn star

"Fuck, so tight", he groans, "I just fucked you open, how are you still so tight for me?"

"Your cock is so fat baby", I pant, taking the pounding he's giving me, the pleasure making my head spin, "No room inside me for anything but your cock"

"Mmm I like that", he grunts, thrusting so deeply into my cunt I feel him in my stomach, his head pounding my spot, "Nothing but my cock filling you up"

"Yes", I cry, loving the way it feels as his cock slides out of me then forces me back open around him when he comes back in

My pussy clenches on his cock, pulling him back when he pulls back

"Fuck, this pussy wants to keep my cock inside huh?", he groans, his hands gripping my hips so hard, his cock impaling me over and over

"Yes!", I cry

"Fuck look at that hole. Clenching around me, drenching my cock in pretty cream. Fuck"

I know I'm soaked, I can feel it

I've never been this wet before

"Do you hear how loud this pussy is for me? How wet you are?"

I nod, moaning, the sound of my wet pussy taking him so pornographic

"Fuck, you just tighten up with every hit to your spot", he groans, "Throbbing so hard for me. Feels so fucking good"

"Mmm hmm", I whimper, his cock fucking me right into another orgasm

"San! San!", I cry, coming on his dick, my legs shaking as bliss blinds me

"Oh god, yes. Fuck", he cries, fucking me through my orgasm, "God, how do your orgasms feels so fucking good? Goddamn"

I have no idea but I like that it gives him pleasure

I want him to be in intense pleasure like he's giving me

His cock pulls out of me, making me whine from the loss, my body flipped over, my back on his desk

He opens my legs wide as I move on my elbows, watching him sit in his chair

His hands grip my inner thighs, as I watch his tongue lick all over my pussy

"God fucking damn, I knew your pussy would taste this good"

What?

His tongue runs up and down, all thoughts ceasing as bliss runs through every vein

I breathe hard, my head leaning back as his tongue lavishes my pussy in licks, his tongue swirling around my hole

"Eyes on me", he grunts, squeezing my thigh

I force my eyes open and look down at him, watching him eat my pussy so fucking skillfully

He smirks, his tongue slipping inside me

"Oh my god", I moan, my pussy squeezing around his tongue involuntarily

"Mmm", he grins, pumping his tongue in and out of my hole, the pleasure spiking

"Sannie", I yell, sliding my hand in his black hair, pulling on it as my legs shake around his head

His tongue slides up, rolling over my clit

"Fuck!", I scream, it feeling so fucking good, I can't believe it

He laughs completely sexily, his tongue flying on my clit

"So good", he says, sucking on my clit hard, sending me reeling into bliss, "My pussy is so good"

He sucks again, then slowly slides his tongue down, dipping and licking in my hole, then sliding back up, ending with a strong suck on my clit

He repeats the movements again and again, his eyes never moving from mine

"San", I whisper

"So good", he murmurs, "Everything throbbing hard on this pussy. All over tongue. Your hole, your clit. Making me so hard it hurts"

"Don't want you to hurt", I moan, moving my hips, fucking into his face as he sucks my clit and tongue fucks my pussy

"Mmm gonna fuck you hard after you cum in my mouth", he tells me, "Your pussy will make my cock feel better"

I nod, moaning yes

His mouth attaches to my clit, slurping desperately as my hips fuck his face, the sight of his jaw moving so fucking erotic

I keep my gaze on him, breathing hard, moaning as he nods

"Keep fucking my face baby", he urges between sucks, "My good girl"

That name sends me over the edge, screaming his name as I climax, pleasure blasting in my body, blinding me

His tongue thrusts in my cunt, letting me ride my orgasm out on it, him swallowing over and over, those dark brown eyes watching me

I collapse on the desk when my orgasm ends, his tongue pulling out and licking along my pussy

"Mm gonna eat this pussy every day", he says, giving me one long lick then standing, "Swallow your sweet cream everyday"

I nod, looking at him, hovering above me

I leans down, his lips crashing to mine, kissing me hard as his cock enters me again, the pleasure making me arch off the desk right into him

Keeping my legs around him, he thrusts into me over and over, his tongue in my mouth, kissing me desperately

I move my arms around his sweaty body, my palms against his back, feeling his muscles move over and over as he fucks me into his desk

"I love you", he whispers between kisses, his cock not missing a stroke, burying into me over and over, smashing my spot, "I love you so much"

"I love you Sannie", I whisper, kissing him passionately, my hips moving, meeting his thrusts

He slips in deeper, my head in the clouds, tears running down my face from the sheer ecstasy he's giving me

We fuck each other hard, our moans and the smashing of our skin against each other the only sounds in the room

"San!", I cry, his cock sending me over the edge, my mind completely shutting down as pure ecstacy tidal waves over me, "San!"

He groans loudly, sheathing his cock inside me, his warm cum filling me up just right

"Joanne!", he screams, "Naekkeo!"

My cunt pulses forcefully around him, feeling so good, sucking out all his cum

He cums so much, I feel it leaking around us

When we finish, he pulls out, sitting in his chair, his eyes on my cunt, watching his cum leak out of me

He smirks, raising his gaze to me as I sit up

He grabs my hands, pulling me off the table and into his lap, his lips against mine

And I just smile into the kiss

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San holds my hand, his fingers laced with mine as we get back into the club

I lead him back to his spot at the bar, letting him sit while I move behind the bar

He smiles as I make him his favorite drink and put it in front of him

"Thanks naekkeo", he says, leaning over, his lips against mine in quick kiss

Smiling, I turn back to the bar, getting ready to take orders

"Hi San"

I stiffen as I hear Hanna's voice behind me

"What do you want?", San sighs

I slowly turn around, San having a fed up look on his face while Hanna is trying to get closer to him, practically pushing cleavage into his face

San, to his credit, doesn't even look

"I wanted to talk to you", she says

"About what Hanna? I told you before, there's nothing to talk about"

"I wanted to talk about getting back together"

He snorts, his eyes moving to me, "No"

"But I miss you San. I want you back", she says, "That guy, he doesn't mean anything. I was just trying to make you jealous"

I mean duh

It was obvious

"Obviously", he says, "Didn't work"

"Oh? But I saw you drinking after I came in-"

"No because I was jealous", he answers, "You can fuck anyone you want. I don't care"

"But-"

"Besides, I have a girlfriend", he says clearly

"You do? But I asked one of the bartenders and they said you didn't-"

"First off why would I tell staff about my girlfriend?", he cuts her off, glaring at her, "Second way to be creepy Hanna"

"I just want-",

"No", he says louder, "I said no. I'm with someone else and I love her with all my heart"

Hanna turns to me glaring and I just smirk at her

She scowls, then looks back at San, "Is it-"

"Yes it's her. Now go away", he dismisses her, "Don't come back. We're over. I'm happy with her and I'm not leaving her"

He downs his drink, stands up, walks around the bar, taking my hand

"C'mon naekkeo"

"I'm working baby-"

"Not anymore. We're going home"

"Home?", I ask

He nods, smiling, those gorgeous dimples out, "I'm tired, I need to sleep and I refuse to sleep without you anymore. Jae is here, he'll close up for me"

I smile, so happy, "Ok baby"

He presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss, then leads me from behind the bar

He ignores Hanna as we pass her while I give her another smirk when she glares daggers at me

San pulls me next to him, his arms moving around me and I lean against him as we leave the club, so ready to spend the night in his arms

[caffiend-queen]

Oh, I could just EAT YOU UP! A Holidays in Hel Loki-Avengers tale.

I was re-reading this the other day when I should have been getting my new book "Captivated" finished. I'd forgotten how much fun it was writing the Holidays in Hel series... If you're in the mood for some creepy, sexy (not at once, thank god) Loki Halloween tale, look no further.

In which Loki and Mina realize that no holiday is safe from the epic round of truly bad luck that the Avengers have when celebrating the most innocent of times...

***

“You’re expecting me to do what?”

Loki was lounging - elegantly, of course - against a pillar in the huge common room where the Avengers tended to gather when not on missions or getting patched up in the Medbay. He was sartorial perfection in a bespoke Tom Ford suit in onyx. Mina paused from shoveling the candy into one of the massive bowls to smile at him, a little misty with appreciation over his sheer beauty. Her- not her boyfriend, the God of Mischief and Lies could never be called something so ridiculous, her beau? Her partner? Her… Apparently, Loki had been speaking to her because he’d paused, looking at her peevishly.

“Sorry, Loki. I was admiring how unreasonably beautiful you are in that suit, but yeah... just pass out some candy to the trick or treaters? For the media coverage? To make you look... uh... caring?”

Mina said the right thing, of course. The fine lines around his glittering emerald eyes faded away. “Of course you were, darling. This is understandable. I shall repeat myself. You cannot possibly…” He picked up a violently colored package luridly branded as “Unicorn Poop!” pinched between his thumb and forefinger, the way one might hold a dirty diaper. “...Expect me to touch these vile things, much less give them to children?” Loki’s sneer was quite credible, but Mina knew he was posturing. He liked children, though he would rather cut his hair than admit it. He had been shockingly kind to Amelia, Mina’s niece, last New Year’s when her skeevy brother and his wife dumped their daughter in her’s and Loki’s laps and hoofed it to the airport for a Caribbean vacation. 

“The candy is hideous,” she admitted, “but this is the crap kids love now, everything is ‘unicorn,’ or ‘poop.’ Or the blissful combination of both.” Loki tossed the lurid sweet back into the pile in the bowl. “Tony got a tractor-trailer full of the stuff from this candymaker he’s doing business with. The man is some sort of real-life Willy Wonka.” 

“Hmm,” Loki could even make a humming noise sound deeply disapproving. “Is that the bizarre little gentleman I’ve seen Tony squiring around the tower?"

As if he knew he’d been called, Stark strolled into the room, skirting the cases upon cases of candy piled high around the room. “I gotta admit, Horo, this is enough candy to trick or treat the entire state’s population of kids into a sugar coma.”

The man with him laughed, more of a high-pitched giggle that was startling coming from someone as hugely wide and tall as he was. In fact, his height and weight ended up forming a perfect shape of a square. He was dressed in a top hat and a bright candy-colored suit, with tufts of purplish hair sticking out at angles from his top hat.

“Remember when you watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with me?” Mina murmured to Loki.

“Indeed,” he said, folding his arms, “this creature has managed to take all the most unpleasant elements of Sir Wonka and made them even more troubling.”

“Reindeer Games!” shouted Tony, “Come and meet another magician!”

Mina watched as Loki’s entire form stiffened. “Did he just refer to me as a… a magician?” Loki spat. 

“Uh, I think Tony’s already a vodka bottle in for the festivities,” she soothed. “Just ignore him.”

Nonetheless, she pasted on a smile as Tony led the bizarre creature over. Bypassing his host, the man whipped off his top hat, sweeping it low into a courtly bow. “Horatio J. LaDreamy at your service!”

They spent some time sorting through the cases of candy, Horatio holding up each one and exclaiming over its merits like parents with a baby picture. Mina attempted to go through the plan of having Horatio himself pass out the first round of candy for the media coverage. “It’s a really nice thing, if you don’t mind, Mr. ah… Mr. LaDreamy. And the kids will be so excited to meet you.”

“You’re just so scrumptious,” Horatio said, his voice hoarser now, perspiration dotting his upper lip. Leaning in, he held onto Mina’s hand, “I could just eat. You. Up.”

Her revulsion at this freak in his pink-striped shirt and his unfocused, glittering eyes was too great to hide, but his grin only widened as she yanked her hand away. “I have to…” Horatio was still staring at her greedily, and Mina backed away, “...go over… here.” 

She speed-walked over to where Loki stood with a look of profound boredom and a very nice glass of Lafite Rothschild 1999. Taking the glass from him, she downed it in one gulp. The tall, beautiful god looked down at her with the same shock and disgust normal people would reserve for murder, or terrible train wrecks. 

“You just violated that Lafite,” Loki said with deep disgust, “you just spat on it and threw it into the gutter of your untrained palate.”

“Don’t care,” Mina managed, taking the last bit of liquid in the glass, “I needed it. That man is a freak. A total weirdo.” He merely gave her his long-suffering, “Yes, I know this already” expression. “He just told me,” she said, still looking over Loki’s expensively suited shoulder at Horatio, who was now plying an unamused Natasha with an awkward-looking magic trick involving a deck of cards and a very long scarf he kept pulling from his sleeve, giggling with excitement. “He grabbed my hand and said the weirdest thing, he said, “I could just eat you up.” Loki’s eyes narrowed, and she hastened to clarify, “He wasn’t hitting on me, it was creepier. Like he really was hungry.”

Loki thoughtfully eyed the man, who’d somehow gotten tangled up in the scarf he’d been using for his ‘magic trick.’ “Some of the vilest monsters I have battled were quite benign in appearance. I shall examine this creature more closely.”

But really, what happened next was no one’s fault.

***

“Three cheers for… uh...  the… Candy Guy!” Tony was deep in his cups and Mina was just happy he was still standing, thanks to an occasional nudge from Pepper behind him.

Horatio didn’t seem to mind, smiling benignly down on the happy Stark Tower employees, most of them waist-deep in Unicorn Poop.

“Thank you, Tony, my dear friend!” He spread out his giant arms to the crowd, “And to all of you, thank you for helping me bring joy to the children! They don’t want boring old chocolate bars anymore! They want bright, sparkly candy that will make their mouths tingle and their tummies tap dance with happiness! To be honest, friends, I could not do it without you.”

The crowd chuckled, smiling up at Horatio while slipping fistfuls of candy into backpacks, purses, and bulging pockets.

“No!” Horatio said earnestly. “I really couldn’t! The sweetest and kindest among you will guarantee that the next year’s production of the Unicorn Poop candy line will be bigger and better than ever! More than double this year’s output and keeping up to with demand. I just need one thing from you to make every child in the world hold a package of unicorn poop in their chubby little hands.” He looked directly at Mina and smiled, suddenly showing many, sharp teeth. “I just need you.”

There was a violent pink explosion, cotton candy shooting in all directions and sending a spray of crystalized sugar into the eyes and lungs of everyone in the huge room, coughing and wheezing until everyone could catch their breath.

“Where,” snarled Loki in his most severe, stentorian tone, “is MINA?”

“Wh- I do not see Jane!” protested Thor.

Natasha circled the room rapidly. “Bruce is missing!”

Tony suddenly seemed to sober up. “Hey, has anyone seen Pepper?”

***

“Wh- where the hell are we?” Jane gasped, hanging on to a sagging Shanice from Accounting, whose heaving chest showed she hadn’t weathered the abduction well.

Mina, leaning against a candy-striped pillar for balance, pulled away as she realized the pillar was clinging to her hand like the creepiest possible taffy, as if it was alive, wrapping tendrils of its taffy-esque substance up her arm. “Yuck!” she whined, trying to peel the substance off her new black blouse. “If I had to guess, based on the shittiest series of holidays ever over this last year, that that psycho candymaker from hell has somehow kidnapped us and we’re in his dungeon… factory… purgatory… of candy.”

“Right you are, sweet Mina!” Horatio happily approached the group, not seeming to notice how everyone cringed away from him. “You are all here as my very special guests! As the sweetest, nicest people I’ve met this year, you’ve won the Golden Pass to tour my candy kingdom!”

“A Golden Pass?” Mina tried not to laugh. The situation was too serious, but she couldn’t help herself. Horatio was wearing a top hat that looked suspiciously like the one Willy Wonka wore in the movie. “You mean a Golden Ticket?”

“No,” he answered cheerfully, sampling a flower that appeared to be made of lime green nougat, “a Golden Pass is even better! It’s a super-duper big honor!”

Looking around, Mina tried to find an exit. Please god, she thought, don’t let the Oompa-Loompa ripoffs come out singing and dancing!

Because it was an Avenger’s Holiday From Hel, it was worse.

“Are those…unicorns?” gasped Sun Lee, the sweetest girl in HR, who was always making cookies and bringing them to work.

Everyone turned together and sure enough, a herd of alarmingly cheerful candy-colored unicorns came trotting over to them, making some sort of unicorn-type greeting. Not neighing, exactly. More like a mean-spirited giggle, Mina thought dourly.

“Here are my babies!” Horatio held his arms out, greeting one unicorn after another with a kiss on the lips. 

Mina heard a faint “Ewwww…” behind her, it might have come from Maurice in Promotions and Marketing, who was edging away from a unicorn insisting on nuzzling into his neck with the same enthusiasm of a date on Prom Night. 

“Uh, they’re really… I didn’t know unicorns actually existed, though based on this past year you’d think I’d be more open-minded,” Mina said, edging away from the cotton-candy pink horn of the equine interloper trying to snuggle up under her arm.

Horatio beamed at her, oozing charm and a weird kind of faux innocence as he nudged another unicorn - this one a swirl of lavender and baby blue - at Mina, bookending her with mystical creatures. “Come, darlings, I’ll take you on a tour of Horatio LaDreamy’s candy factory!”

Mina could see Darcie gearing up to give him the Stern Talking To, and caught her eye, shaking her head. She’d been gripping her emerald pendant like it was Loki’s perfect cock since they’d popped in to this candy-caned striped hellscape. He’d find them and save the day, like always. She just needed to get them all to play along until he showed up. 

And when he did? She was going to suck his dick like she was mad at it.

***

“Here we are,” Loki raged, “in the - as Tony has repeatedly and tiresomely claimed - the most secure building on the planet, and yet once again, my Mina has been abducted. Again!” He was running his hands through his perfect ebony hair, and it unreasonably made it even more full and flowing over his expensively suited shoulders.

“Thanks, Severus Snape, but remember that my fiancée and another twenty Stark employees also got snatched?” Tony was furious and embarrassed, which served to make him even more annoying. He was attempting to drum some discordant rhythm on the granite bar top with spoons, and it was so unbearable that the even-tempered Steve was the one to reach over and snatch the silverware from his jangly hands.

“Everyone calm down!” Steve was at his most stern and Captain-ish and Loki watched cynically as the rest of the - as Mina called them - the Spandex Squad immediately obeyed. His handsome, stern gaze turned to Tony. “Where did you meet Horatio? How is it that no one knows the location of his factory? Everyone needs employees. Can we track him through the IRS? How did he get the kind of tech that could move that many people at once? Loki, is this magic?”

Loki was pacing around the last location of the lunatic candymaker as he disappeared from Stark Tower with his Mina. “I do not recognize the energy signature, but it feels more as seidr than technology. But all seidr… it leaves a trace. I cannot find one here.” 

Thor was absently swinging Mjolnir, nearly braining one of the waitstaff trying to clear up the candy carnage. He was desperate to smite someone- anyone at this point. Loki glared at his brother after another close pass from the hammer. “Brother, do contact Heimdal and ask for his assistance.” 

“I shall do this immediately!” Thor roared happily, striding masterfully to the elevators.

“A good idea,” approved Natasha.

Loki sneered elegantly. “I contacted Heimdal the moment they all disappeared. He knows nothing. But it will keep my idiot brother occupied while we work.”

Rubbing her forehead, she allowed herself to look vulnerable, just for a moment. “Then how are we going to find them in time?” Looking at him with troubled blue eyes, she said, “I feel like time is ticking down to something. Do you feel it?”

Looking out the window as the sun headed to the horizon, the afternoon light sending them all into sharp focus, Loki fought down an unfamiliar sense of panic. “If one looks to most of the pagan legends, sunsets are often associated with human sacrifice.”

“You don’t-�� the blood drained from Natasha’s pale complexion, leaving her sheet-white. She thought of Bruce, his gentle smile and his kind way with those smaller and weaker than himself. “We have to get them out of there.”

“I assure you, my ocharovatel'nyy ubiytsa,” he said grimly, “I am quite in agreement.”

***

Every holiday, Mina thought as the unicorn prodded her in the back with his horn, every goddamned holiday. Would it really be too much to ask to get Halloween off from the Avenger’s holiday fuckups? My favorite holiday? Her self-pitying thoughts were interrupted as Horatio waved grandly and the massive pink and lavender doors before them began to slowly open.

“You may ask,” he puffed, “how my candy is so sweet? So perfectly formed and flavored? How it can be so addicting?” He beamed at the sullen group behind him. “Meet my secret weapon!”

Mina gulped and she heard a shrill scream from Carla from Banqueting and Events as she passed out. It was another unicorn. A gigantic-ass, monstrous unicorn whose horned head nearly brushed the top of a room the size of an airport hangar. She was violent splashes of aqua, purple, and fuchsia. But her eyes were the blazing red of hell and when she opened her big, horsey mouth, she roared, a thunderous strike that hit the group like a fist, making everyone cringe and cover their ears. There was steam rising from the floor, which was liberally splashed with red and dotted with… bits of something horrible. And popping rapidly out from under her striped tail, were- Mina squinted. “Oh, my god,” she groaned, “is that unicorn poop?”

“An A+ for the pretty lady in the front row!” Horatio said happily, “Yes, this is my sweet angel and the producer of the entire Unicorn Poop line! Glow in the Dark Unicorn Poop, Candy Corn Unicorn Poop, Peppermint Striped Unicorn Poop, and Fudgy Center Unicorn Poop, though that last one isn’t selling the way I thought it would.” His mildly puzzled expression cleared as another giant pile of candy flew from Big Mama Unicorn to be separated and packaged by some listless robots in the bright candy wrappers. “Anyway!” he continued, “So my beloved is such a good girl, producing pile after pile of delicious treats, day after day, 24/7. But a girl’s gotta eat, right?”

“What…” Jane’s expression told Mina she’d already put two and two together, “what do you feed her?”

Horatio’s eyes glowed, “Why, only the sweetest and kindest folks ever! After spending the week at Stark Tower and getting to know everyone, I knew I was picking the sweetest, nicest people there! And it’s perfect timing,” his giggle was alarmingly high-pitched, “because my girl is hungry.”

Big Mama Unicorn let out a terrifying bellow, and all the smaller unicorn guards nickered in agreement as the humans huddled closer together.

Loki was still pacing the spot where that candy-coated monstrosity had disappeared, taking his Mina and so many others with him. He had some hopes that as one of the captives, Bruce, at least, might still have the capacity to shift into his larger, angrier form. But he could feel the energy behind the seidr the top-hatted lunatic had used to steal Mina and the others. It was demonic. Straightening his tie, he turned to the others. “I shall return.”

“Wha- hey!” Tony turned to the others. “He shall return? What the hell did Mr. Wizard just say? Where is he going?”

Such was the haughtier and gravitas of Loki, Prince of Asgard and Rightful King of Jotunheim that not a demon dared approach him, the hounds of Hel whined nervously and hid under the furniture as he passed, still sleek and perfect in his ebony suit.

“Oh, it’s you.” The woman, clad in an equally dark suit and a sullen expression was lounging on an ostentatious throne, made of the bones of thousands of different creatures.

“Is that any way to greet your dear, dear father?” Loki plucked a bit of something off his impeccable sleeve, flicking the offending bit away in a flash. 

If her black eyes had rolled any further back, they’d be wedged against her brain stem. “Let’s dispense with the pleasantries, Loki. What do you want?”

“A bit of conversation, darling.” Hitching his trousers, Loki sat gracefully on a chair made of human bones and sinew. “We’ve a bit of an issue at the Avenger’s Tower with abductions.”

She shrugged, idly poking at one of the cringing shades with the toe of her sharpened steel boot. ���And this concerns me how?”

“Hela.”

The one word was spoken in a tone so low that the granite foundations of the Queen of Hel’s throne shifted slightly.

Leaning forward, Loki’s eyes flashed a searing green-gold. “Do not feign innocence with me. That vile candymaker could not have managed this level of power as a mere mortal. What was your bargain?”

Hela sniffed, tossing her long black hair over one shoulder in a flounce clearly inherited from her sire. “Oh. That irritating little man was constantly bleating about his unicorns and how they got… what was the word? Oh, ‘hangry,’ and he needed the power to move large groups of people to the factory to feed them, and-”

“What did you say?” Loki shot out of his chair, face even paler, “Feed mortals to... his unicorns?” 

Hela shrugged, “His tiresome obsession with those silly creatures… though the monstrous procreator is quite ferocious. She would be an excellent addition to my Helhounds.” She chuckled heartlessly. “Perhaps I shall take her, along with his pathetic soul when it is due.”

In an instant, her furious sire was leaning over her, so close that her throne tipped back. “If a single hair is disturbed upon my Mina’s head, I shall tie you to the hack of one of your beloved Helhounds, and create a seidr that will force him to run through your pits of flaming tar and leave you upside down beneath the surface of one of them. For your continued good health, I do hope no harm comes to those abducted from the Tower.”

For once, his daughter didn’t have a scathing retort.

***

It was hard to come up with a plan, what with all the screaming, Mina thought, dazed and jostling to keep her co-workers away from that giant fucking unicorn from Hel. I mean, it really does look like Loki’s daughter spawned it, she thought a little spitefully. 

She stilled for a moment, ignoring the prodding from the unicorn’s pointy horn wedging just under her right shoulder and shoving hard enough to leave a crater in her back. “That’s it!” Mina gasped. Elbowing past her pink and blue guard, she shouted, “Hey, Horatio! You’re wrong! You think we’re the sweetest people in the building?” 

The candymaker was busy trying to shove Mario from Accounting closer to the gaping maw of Mama Unicorn. Horatio looked over his polka-dotted shoulder red-faced and petulant. “You just hold right there, little miss! It’ll be your turn in a minute!” 

“I’m not sweet!” Mina tried to pitch her voice higher than Mario’s screaming, but it was close. “I have a mouth like a sailor, you asshole! I really didn’t like Aama here-” she pulled over her startled co-worker in the Developmental Science Division, “because she’d always steal the good lab coats and I’d end up with one of the acid-stained ones. I ‘forgot’ to invite her to one of the employee lunches-”

“Hey! Really?” Aama said, looking deeply wounded.

“Sorry, Aama,” Mina said, patting her back absently. “Anyway, I am not sweet! Also, if you saw the kinky stuff Loki and I get into? I’m gonna give that lavender pony from Hel heartburn!”

“I knew you two were into some weird shit!” gloated Darcy.

“Oh, please!” Mina retorted, “You wrote the book- hell, you wrote an entire Wikipedia on kink!”

Her eyes widened pleadingly, and Darcy caught on. “Oh, yes I did! One guy, two guys… once there was a wheel of cheese in the room and a duck, and…”

Even Mario had stopped screaming to hear this.

“Also,” Darcy continued defiantly, “I - I shoplifted some peanut butter and cigarettes from the bodega down the street because I forgot my purse…” She’d come back the next day with a batch of cookies, an apology and the money, of course. Also, the son’s owner really liked her and had given her the peanut butter and the pack of extra-long menthols, but that didn’t help the story. “I’ve drugged Jane’s sandwich before! More than once!”

“You did?” Jane gasped, “You’re- why? Why did you do that?”

Her best friend sputtered a bit, she’d done it to force Jane to get some sleep after working in the lab for three days straight. “Uh… because I’m jealous of you and I’m… uh… stealing all your research! Yeah!”

Jane was bug-eyed with shock for a moment before she recognized Darcy’s wildly twitching eye was a wink and not a muscle tic brought on by sheer terror. “I don’t care, Darcy! Because… because… I’ve been selling it to HYDRA! So there! And I cheated on my taxes! Three times!”

“I stole my roommate's boyfriend!” chimed in Sun Lee, though they’d been broken up for over a year and her roommate didn’t even care, but… she had to top the HYDRA whopper and distract the crazy candymaker while everyone caught on. “And I pulled the last shopping cart in the queue away from an old man who was trying to put his oxygen tank in it!”

Even Mama Unicorn had stopped that endless bellowing, watching with a wrinkled muzzle as the weird confessions got wilder and more offensive as each of the desperate prisoners started chiming in.

“I stole my mother’s wedding ring!”

“I cheated my way through college!”

“My family disowned me after I burned my grandparent’s house down!”

“I- I- I ATE A BABY!”

They all turned - even Horatio and Mama Unicorn - to stare at Kevin from Ground Security, who was not a super inventive guy. “Too much?” he asked humbly, wringing his hands. “But anyway,” he continued, “I’m gonna give that lavender bitch food poisoning, so HAVE AT IT YOU CANNIBALISTIC FREAK!”

“There’s no reason to be rude,” Horatio said repressively, “and you’re upsetting my sweet mama here, her nerves are delicate!”

“We’re going to make you puke cotton candy for a week, you one-horned psycho!” Mina shouted above the others, “You are gonna suffer, lady! And- and- and-” She smiled evilly, “Mr. LaDreamy, your candy tastes like ass. And now we know why. Your Unicorn Poop really is complete and utter shit.”

“Shit! Your candy is shit!”

“Everyone’s laughing at you and your weird turquoise friend!”

“Your candy sucks!”

“Halloween’s going to be canceled if this crap gets out because Manhattan will be covered in kid vomit!”

“That’s ENOUGH!” screamed Horatio, his purple hair sticking out in tufts. “You’re trying to distract me from our sacred purpose here, putting a smile on EVERY CHILD’S FACE AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU-” He broke off, face almost as purple as his hair and wheezing.

And Pepper delivered the killing blow. “Mr. LaDreamy, I intend to file suit with the FDA regarding your use of hazardous materials and a deeply, deeply unsanitary workspace. I hope your mama… thing there has other talents because she will be paying for your fines into the next century. I am very vindictive,” she added with a dark smile, “and I love making little men like you twist on the hook like a gutted trout.”

Everyone stirred uneasily. This was essentially accurate.

There was an ominous, low rumbling and it seemed like the blood-soaked factory walls were closing in on them. Horatio chuckled, a mean little gurgle that sounded like a truly beastly child’s. “Hush, now. Since you’re not nice, sweet people at all, since you lied to me- Well, there’s only one thing to do.”

Mina stumbled slightly, was that rumbling getting louder? It felt like the pink and red striped factory floor was shifting under her feet.

“I’d planned on waiting until the new year to debut my latest line of sweets....” He smoothed down his ratted fringe of hair and put his top hat back on. “But it’s time, thanks to you-” he said spitefully at Mina, “to introduce my new brand, Devil’s Food Delights.”

There was a bellow. A howl. The combined sound of a million souls suffering and the sound rose and shook the rafters as something burst through the floor.

“Aw, goddamnit,” sighed Mina.

***

“Can’t this thing go any faster?” groaned Bucky, who was hovering over Loki’s shoulder in a truly provoking way, nudging him absently with his vibranium arm and making him yearn to send his own godly elbow into the Soldier’s face. The pleasant thought distracted Loki for a moment and the seidr shimmered ominously. 

“If you don’t take yourself to the back of the jet and stay there,” he snarled, “the seidr will collapse and we must begin again.” He studied the aggressively pink cotton candy tone of his spell. “Due north.” 

***

The Stark employees clutched at each other, trying to keep from toppling into the pit now spreading on the factory floor, an ominous red glow glaring out from the hole. The screaming started up again as a massive spider placed all eight of its horrible, clawed appendages on to the crumbled concrete and hefted its pulsating, plump black carapace out of the pit. All eight of its beady crimson eyes were focused on Mina, who found herself shoved in front of Dante from Armaments and Darcy, who’d started hurling packages of Unicorn Poop at the monstrous thing. This was, unfortunately, the thing that turned its attention to their little huddle and it began scampering over the ruined ground toward them.

Their rescue came - by cynical fate - from Mama Unicorn, who was not happy about her potential dinner being taken away. With another rafter-rattling roar, she hauled her huge pink and blue bulk from her corner, stomping toward Horatio’s latest creation, which reared back with a shrill, chittering sound. From the back of the spider came shooting smeared charcoal and fuchsia eggs. “They’re wrapped in licorice-flavored cotton candy!” Horatio screamed over the angry whining from the smaller unicorns. “With a surprise inside!” he cackled as one of the bundles writhed and broke open, a teal-colored arachnid pulling free from its spun sugar cocoon. 

A blast shook the factory as one of the outside walls exploded, various Avengers pouring through the dust to the rescue. Spinning two wickedly sharp blades, Loki turned in a circle, looking for Mina. He found her - of course - standing in front of a group of cowering office personnel and looking rather nauseated.

“Darling!” Loki was on her in an instant, cradling her face. “You’re not hurt? Whose blood is this?”

“Uh… I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s mine.” It’s not that Mina was not extremely happy to see her princely suitor, but she could not take her eyes off the supernatural train wreck happening right in front of her. 

Steve was turning right, then left, trying to figure out who to throw his shield at. Wanda was rearing back, trying to pull away her scarlet pulse emanating from her hands, while repeating “Ew! Ew! Ew ew ew ew ewewewewe!” Bucky had Darcy slung over one broad shoulder and was pointing an extremely large gun at random angry unicorns.

Tony’s mask came up on his suit and his angry brown eyes scanned the melee. “Who should I shoot? I mean, what the hell…”

Really, it was a toss-up. Mama Unicorn and Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing were tearing at each other- oozing lime-green blood and chunks of both being tossed into the air during the battle. Horatio was screaming at them, “Stop it! You will get along, do you HEAR ME?” But it was clear those two were having none of that nonsense. 

Ducking a flying bit of Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing, Loki turned to find Mina gone. She was writhing like an infuriated eel, trying to escape the surprisingly strong grip of Horatio J. LaDreamy, infamous candymaker and a man currently Losing His Shit.

“This could have been so simple!” he howled, “Your sacrifice would have meant the happiness of children all over the world! But no…” Horatio hissed the word, gripping Mina’s neck tightly and putting something to her throat, something scary enough that she stiffened. His maddened orange eyes met Loki’s. “But there’s always a backup plan!” He was chuckling, but it sounded more like gargling with a mouthful of tar. “You know the significance of the setting sun, don’t you, you insufferable Asgardian?”

Mina corrected from habit, “Oh, Loki is actually both Jotunn and Asgardian.”

“Shut UP!” Horatio screamed into her ear, “I will have my candy empire and if I can’t feed you to Mama Unicorn I will still close the deal with my dark mistress with a sacrifice in her honor. Ah, ah!” He pushed the thing - which turned out to be the tip of the currently disemboweled Mama Unicorn’s horn harder into Mina’s neck. “You’ll stand back, Mr. Friggasson!”

Loki’s hands gripped his knife handles, knuckles white with fury. If that candy-striped lunatic stabbed Mina with that cursed unicorn horn it was over. He knew there was no seidr that could reverse the effects of such a weapon. But with a casual flick of his fingers to the right, he very carefully began circling the two. “You don’t need Mina. Not when you have a god to offer himself in exchange. Come, now. Take the horn away from her neck. I shall drop my knives and surrender to you.”

Oh, Horatio liked that idea, he could tell from the creature’s excitable little wiggle. Mina was silently shaking her head, but Loki’s gaze darted right and back again. She tilted her head, nodding. And to the backdrop of the dying screams of Mama Unicorn and Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing, the candymaker began to rage about the unfairness of life. The excellent quality of his candy. His visionary status. And how cruel it was that Loki’s hair was more luxuriant and silky than his. But the time he’d started on how boring Loki’s ebony suit was next to his magnificently colored ensemble, the irritable god had thrust forward with three fingers and a crisp command: “forsvinn!”

Mina ducked. Horatio stumbled backward and fell on his ass in a rapidly spreading pool of taffy in violent shades of red and yellow. The tipped cauldron rolled back and forth in the corner. “Do not touch it!” commanded Loki as the other Avengers stepped closer, “You will never get free.” Indeed, the candymaker was on his back, kicking and squalling like an overturned beetle as the taffy spread around him in a viscous flood. 

Loki straightened his tie and put an arm around Mina as she handed him the unicorn horn. “So the guys have rounded up all our co-workers and they’re ready to get out of this candy-coated hellhole. But what do we do about the baby spiders and the leftover unicorns and him?” She nodded at Horatio, who looked he might actually be dissolving into his own creation of corn syrup and evil.

Pressing a tender kiss to her temple, Loki smiled unpleasantly. “It shall all… be taken care of. Come along, darling. I shall bathe away that disgusting scent of unicorns and perspiration from you.”

The lit-up monolith of Stark Tower had just appeared in the quinjet’s windshield when Mina stiffened. “Oh, crap! What about all of the kids coming tonight to trick or treat? We can’t give them the unicorn shit.” 

Natasha was flying the aircraft, but she looked behind her with a raised brow. “Do you mean the Unicorn Poop candy?”

“No,” said Loki and Mina together, and she heaved a bit. “It’s actual shit, Natasha. Unicorn shit. Big Mama Unicorn was pooping it out. Piles and piles of-” Putting her hand over her mouth, Mina turned away.

***

“Here at Stark Industries,” Pepper said smoothly, to the reporters clustered around the first group of costumed toddlers, “we’ve been concerned about good nutrition and the amount of sugar the average child consumes every year. So we decided to set a new precedent this Halloween by giving out toys instead.”

Steve and Bucky were tearing open boxes of Avenger’s action figures, stuffies, promotional t-shirts, and more that had been hastily pulled from the merchandise warehouse. Darcy and Jane were happily handing them out to the stream of children. 

“Thank you so much,” recited a five-year-old fairy princess, she looked down at the Iron Man figure she’d been handed. “Could I have a Loki doll instead?”

Tony yanked the doll away from her. “Here’s a towel, kid. Keep moving.”

***

“Where are we?” Mina gasped as Loki pulled off her blindfold. They were on a platform in a massive tree in the middle of a field, dotted with the last of the season’s pumpkins and filled with fireflies, lighting the branches and crisp red and orange leaves with a surreal glow. The platform held a huge mattress with many plump pillows and silky throws and blankets. A low table ran alongside the bed, piled high with bottles of wine and tempting platters of meats and cheeses, fruit, fresh-baked rolls. “And no sugar,” she sighed gratefully. She felt her skin tingle as he ran his fingers down her side and gasped as she looked at the delicate lace and silk concoction he’d “poofed” on to her. It was long, with a high slit in the skirt and a shamelessly low neckline.

“Spin for me, darling.” Loki made a twirling motion with one long finger and enjoyed the sight of his Mina happily spinning in her new dress. It flared out around her ankles and the twinkling light of the fireflies shone through the sheer fabric over the taut line of her thigh, the softness of her luscious bottom. Oh, how he loved her pert behind.

When she spun around again, Mina found Loki reclining elegantly on the bed, sipping a glass of wine and holding one out for her. “Come, darling. The dance is about to begin.”

“What dance?” she asked, gathering up her long skirt to make the awkward crawl across the slippery expanse of the cushions to relax against his long, cool body. Loki nodded to the edges of the field and Mina gasped.

Women, clad in black, walked from the cover of the surrounding forest to meet in the center around the tree. A bonfire surged up, lighting their serene faces as they began their song, moving around each other in a complex web. 

“Um, are we allowed to be here?” Mina whispered, terribly excited but a little nervous. She knew what this was- Samhain. Which meant they were in Ireland, which meant this was one of the most secretive and powerful of the ancient pagan clans. The women dancing ignored them and their luxurious platform, but it was clear she and Loki had been given a nearly unheard-of opportunity.

“Shhhh…” he murmured, and she settled back. 

Following the complex braid of movement was so fascinating that it took Mina a bit to realize that there were new dancers in the circle- shadowy forms that danced in and out of the circle made by their living sisters. “Oh... “ she gasped. The living and the dead twined back and forth as their song grew louder, almost a chant and suddenly the fire was burning hotter or something because she felt like every part of her was wildly overheated. She needed something to cool her, and- “Thank you Loki,” Mina moaned happily as he pulled her to her knees, resting that bottom of hers that he’d praised so often on her heels. Kneeling behind her, he pressed his broad chest and a very promising, prominent bulge against the small of her back. The chill radiating from him just made her skin prickle more desperately. She needed him! Why won’t he help her? 

“Patience,” Loki soothed, “watch the ceremony, sweet one.”

Mina blinked hard. The swirl of color and sound vibrated through her skin and settled into the base of her spine, spreading through her and making her gasp, pushing back against his hard, cool chest. Dimly, she felt his cool fingers spread her thighs, circling lightly around her wet furrow, the rough pads of his fingertips sliding back and forth, back and forth in a lazy way that made her half-insane as he circled her entrance, dipped lightly inside and moved back to lightly bat her clitoris. Finally, finally, he lifted her, the tip of his cock slick and wet from her.

“Put your arms behind my neck,” he urged, giving her shoulder a quick, sharp bite, enough to startle her into obeying him. The position made her arch her back, breasts thrust out as she strained to watch the movement of the dancing circle. Still, the women below seemed to ignore them as they continued their delicate dance between this world and the next. The heavy weight of Loki’s cock sliding into her made her clench down, enjoying his groan as it slowed his movements through her. It burned and stung a bit, just as it always did when Loki fucked her, but Mina relished it, craved it as part of the feeling of this god deeply embedded inside her. But the feel of cool lips suckling her clitoris made her let out a startled screech.

“Easy, darling,” purred Loki, lounging gracefully before her, examining himself buried inside her with interest. “I so rarely get to enjoy this lovely view as I take you. So sweet.” His diabolical tongue tickled her again, then lightly nipped one of her swollen lips. “Such a perfect, dark treat. And displayed so perfectly.” From behind her, Loki’s hands began toying with her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling gently as the Loki below returned to his efforts, suckling her wet center, tongue stroking and fluttering along his cock sliding in and out of her channel. 

The sheer outrageousness of it - the intensity of two Lokis toying with her was too much and Mina’s head flew back, hitting his shoulder as she came. 

Trying to focus as the Loki below doubled down with chilly lips and teeth while seizing her bottom and moving her faster on his clone’s cock, she watched the night sky split, silver light streaming through and coalescing into shapes and shades of the Otherworldly.

“I have missed the play of nug-a-nug…” whispered one.

“Fadoodling they are, and so nicely…” sighed another.

“That’s putting the devil into hell!” shouted one of the more substantial spirits, and they all laughed in agreement, drifting lightly around the three joined together so closely that even the spectres could not see where one began or the other ended. But all the circling souls shuddered and sighed as the Lokis and Mina came together, glowing brighter and holding form for one perfect moment before fading into whisps again.

When Mina came back to some general form of awareness, she was wrapped in a velvety soft blanket, held in Loki’s arms as the other Loki waved down to the witches, still casually nude.

“Thank you for feeding our sisters!” called up the High Priestess. “To have them back with us again… our circle is complete. Farewell then.” She gave a sly wink to Mina. “And perhaps we’ll be seeing you again next year.”

Loki chuckled behind her, squeezing her gently. “There are so many haunts to explore,” he whispered in her ear, “enough for a thousand All Hallow’s Eves.”

Kissing his chiseled jaw, she said with deep satisfaction, “And no more creepy man-eating unicorns.”

***

Horatio J. LaDreamy sat in the smoking ruins of his factory, Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing and Big Mama Unicorn had torn each other to pieces and the resulting scuttle of remaining spider offspring being devoured by the few surviving unicorns. The acrid scent of burnt sugar stung his nose along with the strawberries and cream scent of unicorn blood covering his candy-striped suit. 

“How could this happen?” Horatio said peevishly.

“Because, you vile little man, you deserved it.” The smooth, cultured tone made him freeze in horror, and measured footsteps circled from behind him. Hela was strolling through the wreckage, hands on leather-clad hips. “How did you manage such a catastrophic failure in such a short time?” she mused, kicking at a severed unicorn hoof. “I did expect you back in my realm sooner than later, but even for you, this is simply pitiful.” Her elegant nose wrinkled a bit as she eyed his quivering form.

“B- b- but my beautiful unicorns!” Horatio wailed, “And my Devil’s Food darling and Mama Unicorn eating each other instead of those silly people! Hela, oh Dark Mistress, please-”

“None of that, mortal. Come along now.”

Horatio J. LaDreamy was a creature designed to strike terror into the hearts of the unwary, and a monstrous wave of empathy for the innocents he’d victimized slammed into him like a tsunami as Hela’s elegant hand rose, then clenched into a fist, tearing his soul from his body - leaving a withered, desiccated husk that collapsed into a pile of pink and purple dust.

***

Darcy lay on her back, panting and staring at the ceiling. “Holy shit, Bucky,” she wheezed, “if I knew getting kidnapped would turn you on like that I’d have done it sooner! I think I had an out-of-body experience on that fifth orgasm…”

She turned her head to look at him, he had his metal hand resting on his chest, still heaving from exertion.

“You know you’re some kind of sex demon with that tongue of yours,” she teased.

Bucky gave her a smile. Just a little one, a slight curve of those full lips that for him was the equivalent of tearing off his shirt and strutting around the tower singing “I’m The Man.” Then his head lifted abruptly, looking sharply in one direction, then the other.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” hedged Darcy, trying to yank her undies up her thighs.

His blue eyes narrowed. “I heard something. Like a neighing sound- “ He was across the room before she could blink, ripping the closet door off its hinges. 

“YOU BROUGHT ONE OF THOSE ASSHOLES BACK HERE?”

A little mauve and aqua-speckled unicorn cowered behind a stack of winter sweaters, whinnying in fear as Bucky towered over it.

“Stop it, you’re scaring him!” Putting her arms around the petite creature’s neck, Darcy looked up at him, her big, big, brown eyes tearing up a little.

He looked between the unicorn and his girlfriend. “Darce- honey are you insane? Are you remembering what these little bastards were going to do to you? Why would you do this!”

Sniffling prettily, she hugged the unicorn tighter. “Maurice didn’t do it! It was the big ones herding us to Mama Unicorn, he was-”

“You NAMED it?” he paced back and forth, pulling at his hair and absently wishing he hadn’t cut it so short. “We can’t keep a- wait, what is this? A mystical or mythical, or-”

“Arcane?” she offered helpfully.

“Enchanted?” He paced some more, watching the tiny creature burrow into Darcy’s generous bosom. Sighing, he sat down on the bed. “You can keep it for tonight. Tomorrow, you have to take it-”

“It’s not an it, it’s a Maurice!”

“You’re taking Maurice to Banner for a full examination.”

Throwing herself onto him, Darcy chirped, “Okay. Thank you, baby! You’re the best…” She proceeded to show Bucky just how much she appreciated him, and their moans were so loud that even his keen Soldier’s hearing didn’t catch the vicious little chuckle from the closet.

[artemisrogers]

Too far? James Hetfield x Kirk Hammett x reader part 1

Warning: sexual abuse, neglect, mention of substance use, and self harm topics

I hate everything.

I used to be one of the original bassists for Metallica since 1981! Then they made me the backup bassist for Cliff Burton when he joined Metallica, which I didn't mind. Things used to be simple, fun, and happy. Just four teenagers trying to make it big, speak through music to the world.

Then Cliff Burton's death happens and everything changes. Now I'm ignored practically by them unless they are needy. I'm stuck with survivors guilt and get used everyday like a sex doll. Like some goddamn groupie. I was sitting on my shitty futon I slept on while they had beds in the hotel room with nothing but two thin sheets and a flat pillow.

I was sitting up were heard the door open and loud voices file in. I knew they were all drunk and high and I'd be the cum dumpster soon. They recently hired Jason Newsted to replace Cliff Burton. It was like I didn't exist to them anymore. I felt something wet hit the back of my head and saw spit in my hair. God they're disgusting now! Kirk was smoking a cigarette while Jason and Lars were drunkenly arguing over something stupid. James one the other hand was gonna give me a surprise.

"Hey y-y/n, you need to find a j-job if you wanna stay here." James slurred a beer in his hand as he walked over to me.

I looked at him fucking appalled he even said that to my face. He's the one who made me the backup bassist. I have to find a job?! I thought. James then poured the rest of his beer over my head making the others laugh. I felt humiliation and pain hit me hard. Lars flung a cigarette butt at me like I was an ashtray. I stood up slowly pushing my now beer soaked hair out of my face.

"Aw princess can't handle a little beer huh?"

"I-im going out for a walk!" I mumbled walking out the front door slamming it.

🍻🍷🍻

I decided I was gonna go out to the local strip club I went to whenever I was upset. Once inside the place is full of strippers, waiters with nothing but thong and bra or lingerie on, drugs and alcohol everywhere. Typical sex, drugs and rock and roll vibe. I sat in a booth by myself and a Burnett with nipple pasties and red lace panties with an opening in the back approached me taking down my usual order. When my drink of vodka shot and whiskey came back I down the vodka shot in one go the burn making me forget the pain I'm living.

Then someone sat in my booth and clear there throat. I looked over to see it was some guy with gorgeous blue eyes, a build like a bodybuilder only minus the steroids, and a tattoo sleeve and some piercings. They had caramel skin and short red and black hair. I tried to not stare as I shook my head out of lala land.

"Hey sweet thing, you want something to cheer you up? You look like you've gone through hell and back." The guy said his voice was deep and smooth like velvet.

Anything would be good to get away from the assholes called my bandmates right now.

"Yeah you can say I have. What do you got?"

"You ever tried cocaine before sweet thing?"

"No but I've done weed and crack before." I said

The guy then moved close to me that we were next to each other and pulled out a small bag of white powder from his shirt pocket and poured some onto a table. He used a thin piece of metal to cut and make four thin lines on the table. I noticed he seemed to be checking me out to buy I didn't care.

"Alright so you hold on nostril and then lean down and sniff the line as hard and fast as you can. You'll feel real good in a few minutes." The guy said before doing that with one line himself. I watched his eyes widen and then his whole body relax, almost like it was a fucking painkiller to him.

"Oh and my name's Alex or Reaper by the way. Go on don't be shy" Alex said.

I took a small breath and did just what he told me to do. I felt like I got hit with an adrenaline pump as I felt the effects kick in. Reaper chuckled as he watched my reaction. Few hours later I was high and drunk as hell. Reaper looked like he was stone cold sober except for his blown up pupils. He gave me his number and I stumbled back to the hotel room.

🖤🥲🖤

Of course once I went in it was dark and quiet except for snores from one of the guys. I stumbled into my futon and the springs creaked under my weight. I still ran off the effects of the alcohol the cocaine wore off. I felt something in my bed and saw it was a note written in cursive handwriting. None other than Kirk's hand put this here. I opened it clumsily and read it.

Hey listen, I know you did something dumb and shits rough here. But I don't like how your getting treated you know. - KH

I felt like I got punched in the gut. That whole note was a bunch of bullshit. I felt something snap inside me and I quietly went to the kitchen to grab a knife. I was officially numb and beyond in pain. My heart felt like it was dead as I sat back on the futon. I yanked up my dress enough to expose my thighs. I made cuts after cuts on my thighs some deep some light. I watched the blood drip down my legs onto the sheets and the note. I put the knife on my bed not caring if I got stabbed or not by it.

I felt eyes on me and looked up to see James sitting up in his bed. I know he saw me just by his body language. James walked over to me sober for a change but clearly hungover as he grabbed the knife off my bed and tossed it onto the floor.

"You stupid fucking girl what the hell did you do?" James said his voice soft and full of concern and worry.

"Nothing you need to care about. Just relieved some pain in my heart."

"Bullshit! I've known you since '81 and you never fucking cut yourself."

That's when I exploded.

"Maybe James just maybe it's because you Kirk and everyone else use me like a blowup doll! Like I'm nothing but a shitty fuck!" I yelled.

James all of a sudden grabbed my neck squeezing hard enough to shut me up. James face was inches from mine before he heard rustling from Kirk's bed. Letting go he took off his shirt and used it to stop the bleeding on my leg. Kirk sat up and then came over to us having seen the situation.

"Kirk call an ambulance she needs a hospital."

"On it. Fucking hell y/n you realize you could die from blood loss right?" Kirk said dialing 911.

Oh would I love to have sweet freedom if I died. Few minutes later I'm in the back of an ambulance with nothing but thoughts in my head. I knew I'd be in the hospital for a long time. But I didn't care no more.

That girl died with Cliff Burton back in 1986. Five years ago.

[mooncello]

My heart is so dang full from seeing some fandom friends this past weekend. I'm still catching up on sleep but, y'know, worth it.

Chapter 3 of more than a footnote will be posted next week. Here's some fun Dev/Niall/Baz banter from that. I love their friendship so much.

Niall POV

Baz lowers himself into a chair and snatches one of the cups with his long fingers. “I don’t need any of whatever alcohol you’ve smuggled in here,” he says. “Yeah, you do.” Dev withdraws a flask from his jacket’s inner pocket and sloshes it back and forth. “This is a school-sanctioned dance. Booze makes it 110% better. ’Member the winter ball in sixth year?” Baz rolls his eyes, but a smile whispers across his lips. “When Niall and I had to carry you back to Mummers? You sang the whole way across the courtyard. Forever ruined Paramore for me.” “You,” Dev points a finger at Baz, eyebrow notching up, “sang with me.” “And I still firmly state you imagined that.” Dev slides his eyes to me. “Ni, mate, back me up. You heard him.” Now both Pitch cousins are staring at me. I grin behind my cup and wink at Baz. “My own memory is pretty fuzzy.” I’m rewarded with a wicked smile and approving nod from Baz, Good man.  I hold my cup out to Dev. “I do remember you singing in our room that night. Though you had graduated to My Chemical Romance by that point.” “Classic,” Baz says, sing-song. Dev sticks his tongue out at both of us, metal bar glinting neon under the dance floor lights, and then pours a generous amount of vodka into my ginger beer. “We are young,” he says. “We are hot. Why not have as much fun while we can?” Baz lifts a perfect eyebrow at Dev, and accuses, “You started early.” “Fuck yeah I did.” Dev adds the alcohol to his drink and raises the flask once more at Baz. “Fuuuun,” he says, drawing out the word, and waggles his eyebrows.  We both grin when Baz hands over his cup with a shake of his head. “Just this one,” he says. “Of course, cuz.” Vodka is poured, and the flask disappears into Dev’s jacket. “Wouldn’t want to impugn your angsty, brooding vibes.” “That’s not how you use that word,” Baz says with a dainty sip of his drink. “What, vibes?” I snort into my cup.

love love and more love to you all. I'd write more, maybe something charming and eloquent about art and story and community, but I'm truly well-zombified at the moment. y'all rock. mwah. 🖤

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[losrtphu]

LUNA SEA B-PASS 1996 21 Q&A [TRANS]

PART 1

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QUESTION & ANSWERS

A QUESTIONNAIRE THAT GETS YOU KNOWLEDGEABLE ABOUT THE CURRENT LUNA SEA MEMBERS IN PUBLIC AND PRIVATE, 21 QUESTIONS TO THE 5 MEMBERS

What is sports do you guys like?

RYUICHI: Surfing,boxing and tennis. I'm the type who has to play the sport themselves or they wont be satisfied.

SUGIZO: Boxing, ah but I'd like to try scuba-diving or sky diving!

INORAN: If it's just watching sports then i like them all

J: Soccer. watching the Olympics (laughs)

SHINYA: i like watching people play sports, because you can feel that person's determination and passion while watching

What is your favorite time of the day?

RYUICHI: Right before falling asleep.

SUGIZO: At night. my body gets a surge of energy, even the rough nights, the lonely quiet nights, everything starts at night.

INORAN: Dusk.

J: It has nothing to do with the time of the day, but whenever I'm in my bed i feel happy

SHINYA: Morning, when I've just woken up. It's rough, but i enjoy thinking about what to do for the day.

what's your favorite brand of alcohol/cigarettes and how much do you drink/smoke?

RYUICHI: I don't smoke. as for wine i drink white Italian wine or white German wine. for whisky i enjoy 12 year old Canadian club whiskey.

SUGIZO: for cigarettes, JPS. my recent favorite is a vodka base cocktail, or like a vodka martini.

INORAN: about 3 boxes of Kent milds. for alcohol as long as it's good Japanese sake I'm fine. how much i drink/smoke depends on the time and place (laughs)

J: 3 boxes of caster milds. for alcohol, lots of beer, vodka, wine, honestly anything (laughs)

SHINYA: i smoke Rothmans. i don't know about alcohol but i drink watered down whiskey a lot.

name a movie that moved you.

RYUICHI: I think I've been moving away from watching movies...

SUGIZO: This year i would say "STRANGE DAYS" but my all time favorite is probably the 007 series or "BLADE RUNNER". and also "GODFATHER"

INORAN: Hmm i haven't watched many recently. but i want to watch "LISBON STORY" and "HEAT".

J: I haven't watched any recently but "RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT" was really heartwarming, i liked it.

SHINYA: I haven't had time to watch movies. i have a sets of laser discs but i haven't watched a single one of them.

What's your ultimate dream woman?

RYUICHI: A girl who seems normal at first but when she talks she seems a bit stand offish, but a they still have a childish part about them.

SUGIZO: Vanessa Paradis or Sophie Marceau. oh! and Carole Bouquet, for some reason they're all french..

INORAN: I don't have an ideal and I don't really care about appearance, I just want someone who can sympathize/empathize(TN: honestly not sure if the difference matters here lol) with me

J: i think that someone who is put together/independent and is actively trying to fulfill their goal is wonderful.

SHINYA: I admire the idea of being a women. because emotionally speaking it's something i could never be, so i want to know more about them.

Do you guys have any pets, and if not what pet would u like to raise?

RYUICHI: I've started raising 2 dogs, one's a Pomeranian and the other one's a miniature sheep dog.

SUGIZO: Turtles. They're a something-something akamimi turtle (red ear slider) or something like that, they're really cute! by the way they're names are Mickey and Malorie ((TN: he named them based off the two main characters in the movie "natural born killers"))

INORAN: 2 cats. there's a lot of animals that id like to have as pets though, like a dog or a fish... oh yeah, a wolf.

J: I'd want to have a dog as a pet but having an owl as a pet also sounds nice cus they're awake at the same time i am (laughs) letting them sit on my shoulder and then going for walks (laughs)

SHINYA: i have a hamster. if i were to have a pet in the future probably a big fluffy dog, like a golden retriever.

name some items that are near the entrance of your house.

RYUICHI: The first thing you see when you walk in my house is probably the lights, but i do have a stone statue placed there as well.

SUGIZO: I have an art piece that my friend made.

INORAN: i have a lot of stuff, like pictures, framed art, lamps etc

J: I don't have a lot of decorations in my house. ah! but i do have a bass that was made the year i was born laying around.

SHINYA: Mine's filled with car goods, like the emblems of mini-cars or jaguars etc

at 9pm, yesterday, what were you doing?

RYUICHI: I was driving, on my way to go eat.

SUGIZO: starting to check the photos we'd took in the studio (this is after the shooting had ended, this interview was done in a Denny's at 7 in the morning)

INORAN: met with friends and drank

J: I think i was holding a phone?while napping

SHINYA: I was sleeping at home. i was tired after recording something for TV and got home and just finished watching downtown "GOTTSU "A" KANJI" (laughs)

[anghraine]

Ash and I have been planning a "girls' night out" for weeks, since J is out of town (and "girl" somehow doesn't feel nearly as off for me as "woman" does, even if Ash is vastly more girly than me). So we dressed up and went out and had a great time! I even ordered *drumroll* an alcoholic beverage.

I didn't grow up drinking alcohol at all, and dislike most forms of it because the taste is so strange to me, except rum and similar things. But apart from the occasional cocktail, I hardly ever went drinking as an adult either, except a little bit early in my PhD program (since virtually all social gatherings among the grad students involved drinking) or splitting cocktails with J, usually only taking a few sips because by then I was on medication that couldn't mix with alcohol.

As it happens, despite my upbringing, I have a pretty high tolerance due to the sheer power of genetics, I guess. My bio dad's family are heavy drinkers who rarely get truly drunk and my mother had an iron stomach in her vodka-loving days before she met him. So the issue was never getting drunk (I've never been more than slightly tipsy), just familiarity and medication restrictions.

But I actually haven't been able to get refills of my medication for months, which is not good but did at least remove that particular anxiety. And the place we went to had chai with spices and rum, which sounded like a truly fantastic combination. It was the first time I'd drunk anything alcoholic by myself for 4-5 years, but turned out fine. I gave Ash a sip and she thought it was good but very heavy on the rum flavor—which, yeah, but it was absolutely delicious, and I didn't get remotely tipsy or anything, so it seems my hereditary power lingers.

[lovelandfrogispookybear]

17: Run the Taps

Dustin's pov

I pace around Steve's house. They went off to find Murray, and the rest of us are stuck back here waiting for something to happen.

"Guys! There's a radio announcement!" Will calls from the living room.

"I haven't heard one of these in ages," Mike comments. We all gather around the dusty device, and words crackle out of the speaker.

"Hello Hawkins. Due to the recent events and drastic changes in the climate, you are all urged to stay inside. Electricity and water are already on the fritz, so empty your fridges to avoid food spoilage and fill your sinks and tubs with water so you have a water source. Military presence is expected to double, and if they come knocking, please do your best to adhere to their rules. Good luck all, we'll do our best to keep you updated."

"I will go run the taps," El says, walking towards the bathrooms.

"I'll go empty the fridge, Otto, do you want to help me?" Will says.

"Will, do you need any help?" Mike asks.

"No, it's ok! Go help El!" Will says. The smile on his face seems a bit strained, but he must be tired.

"Are you sure?" Mike looks almost disappointed when Will shakes his head.

Murray's pov

I hear knocking on my door. I set down my novel and go to check the security system, before realizing it's down.

"Mother fucker, what's it now?" I ask myself, taking a swig of vodka. "Damn Hawkins folks!" I walk to the door, and unlatch the deadbolts.

"Make this quick, I'm still recovering from that trip to Rus-" I start. "Nancy Wheeler?" I ask, getting a closer look. A pack of other kids runs up behind her. "Ok, what do you all want now?"

"It's about all this that's happening right now!" A blond girl wearing suspenders in the back pipes up.

"Let me guess. You want to use my house as some little hiding place?" I ask. "Because, that was exactly my plan."

"Wait, really?" Nancy says, confused.

"I mean it does seem lately, that every time this little squad of yours has a problem," I start, putting a hand on my hip. "I'm the one bailing you out."

"I wouldn't go that far-" Nancy starts.

"Ah ah ah. Barbra, and BOTH times I had to deal with the Russian government?" I bellow. "But, as I said, I anticipated this. After that first bout of greyness- come in come in- and rushed to the stores."

I step aside.

Will's pov

"Take this jar of jelly, you can make a sandwich!" I hand her a jar of grape jelly as I remove condiments from the fridge.

"Sandwich?" She asks, peering into the jar.

"Grab that bread over there-" I instruct. Otto nods, and grabs it. "Now open the bag and get two slices. Put jelly on one, and peanut butter on the other," I add, handing her the peanut butter. She dips her hand into the jar, and smears jelly onto one of the bread slices.

"Can we add red?" Otto asks as she adds peanut butter to the other slice.

"Well well well, what's happening in here Pipsqueak?" Eddie walks into the kitchen. Otto shows him her sandwich, and he laughs. "Let's clean you up, then we can label those jars with your name so only you can use them, okay?"

Otto nods.

"Hey, when she says red, what does that mean?" I ask as Otto busies herself washing up at the kitchen sink.

"Red is either the expensive steak she ate yesterday or watermelon. If she wants to put it on that monstrosity of a pb&j, I'd say watermelon."

"Otto, what if we try a new red?" I ask. Eddie walks back out to the living room, and I grab a dish of strawberries. Otto grabs the dish greedily, and tears the strawberries into small bits; sprinkling them on her sandwich, She puts the bread together, and takes a messy bite. Her eyes light up, and she shoves the rest into her mouth and goes to wash her hands off again.

Eddie's pov

I hear knocking on the door. I pull it open, and an unfamiliar face greets me.

"Hello Hawkins, I am back!" The face belongs to a bearded man wearing glasses and a floral print robe. "And I brought some more folks!"

"Mom!" Will shouts, running from the kitchen.

"Dad!" El follows, bolting from the hallway.

El throws herself into the chief of police's arms, and Will tenderly hugs the dark haired woman. Otto comes up behind me, and hides behind my legs. After a few moments, everyone breaks apart.

"Well who's this little kiddo?" The dark haired woman asks, motioning to Otto. She steps out slowly, and smiles a toothy grin. The woman steps back a bit, but reaches a hand out to shake. Otto takes it as an invitation, and grabs her arm and shakes it vigorously.

"If it isn't Eddie Munson!" Chief says, patting me on the back. "No drugs here kid, there are children running around."

"I'm here with Otto and Dustin," I stammer, but Chief chuckles.

"No worries. Call me Hopper."

"And I'm Joyce," the dark haired woman smiles. "Will is my son, El is my daughter, and Hopper is my partner."

"And I'm Murray!" The bearded man who knocked at the door jumps in. "Your guys' little squad grabbed me, and thanks to them we now have a tank and a military grade truck full of supplies."

"And a warehouse. Murray drove us by one and it's only like a 20 minute walk from here," Robin says.

"Minor detail guys," Dustin says. "Do we have Max and Lucas?"

"We couldn't go to the hospital. It's in a really infested area and we couldn't risk driving noisy cars through it," Jonathan explains.

"Well we need to get to them, communicate with them. And not just through the void," Dustin shoots a look at El. "We need to get to them in person as soon as possible, so if anybody is in danger we can get to them as soon as possible."

"How are we supposed do that?" Mike asks, walking out.

"If we can't drive, then how are we supposed to get there?" I say to myself. "We don't drive. We take someone who can handle the things out there. You take Otto."

I look over to Otto.

"Pipsqueak? Do you want to go on a field trip?" I ask her. She nods.

[bsideheart]

sure bro *bows before your ancient widsdom*

imagine being born in 2008.... or 2007/j i dunno i cant calculate for shit

maybe that's why i got a d in math

ANYWAYYY where i'm from we open presents and celebrate christmas on the 24th which i think is cool + it gives me time to flex on my moots who do christmas on the 25th

i wish i got the vodka honestly i'd much rather live with nicotine withdrawals for a while than live sober😭

-💜

damn bro imagine being born circa 2011……… that’s cool tho bc it means you’ll probably outlive me 🫡 hope u have fun opening presents tomorrow and that u get something u want!!!!!

[bteezxyewriter12]

You Won't Regret Me/ 2

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 5.8k

Includes- enemies to lovers, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, squirting, multiple orgasms, kinda fluff but not really

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One week later

J POV

Standing at the bar, I wait in line to order a drink

Hongjoong wanted to go out again and we came to the club

He needed to let off some steam

Being the leader of a gang is hard and we all support him

We've been here awhile and he's off making out with some girl he'll take home and fuck

So lucky he'll get some

"What are you ordering?", someone asks, coming up next to me

I glance over then roll my eyes when I see it's Wooyoung

I so don't want to talk to him

I hate his stupid ass

And even more because of last week

When he fucked the life out of me and honestly gave me the best orgasms of my life

I don't know what the fuck came over me, letting him touch me, kiss me, put his dick inside me

Let him cum inside me and leave his cum to drip into my underwear all night

I threw that pair out as soon as I got home and scrubbed myself clean

And I swore that was the last time I'd ever let Jung, Wooyoung touch me

Except I've been thinking about him

Well, not him exactly since I can't stand him

More like his dick, how it felt and how good it was

"Well?", he prompts

I glare at him, hating how hot he looks

His stupid black hair in a ponytail, his stupid jeans, his stupid button down shirt, that beauty mark under his eye that drives me crazy since I noticed it last week

God, I abhor him

"Fuck off Jung", I snap, rolling my eyes

"Oh my god, cranky much? It's just a question", he snorts

"I'm not letting you cut in front of me. Get your ass in the back of the line", I snarl, figuring that's what he wants

He wouldn't talk to me otherwise

He hasn't all week and we've unfortunately been around each other for gang business

"That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what are you getting?"

"Two vodka shots", I growl, "Happy?"

"Not particularly", he shrugs

I close my eyes, counting down from ten

He's such a cocky motherfucker

Thinks he's the shit, thinks he better than me

Thinks I don't deserve to be Hongjoong's second in command, as if I haven't earned it or literally supported Hongjoong since we were kids

He's rude, arrogant and annoying

And stupidly beautiful

Fucking asshole

"Do you want to get out of here?", he asks after a minute of silence

I look at him shocked

Is he talking to me?

I look around me to make sure there's no girl behind me or something

"I'm talking to you Joanne", he scoffs

"You want to go somewhere with me?", I repeat is disbelief

"To fuck", he clarifies, "Not on a date or anything stupid like that"

Well he's full of himself

"As if I'd ever say yes to you" I snort, "I'd rather slit my own throat"

He rolls his eyes, "Please. I'd cut my tongue out before asking you on a date. You just happen to have a tight pussy that feels good"

"And why would I give it to you?", I snap

Seems like he doesn't care about insulting me as he asks me to fuck him

What a prick

"Because I have a cock that you happen to love", he says gleefully, "I'm the only one who gave you...what was it you said? Oh yes, the best orgasm you had in awhile"

I knew he'd never let me live that down

Fucking shit head

"That's only because you're the first guy I fucked in awhile. Anything would of been good", I lie

"Uh huh. Sure", he smirks, getting under my skin, "So you wanna leave?"

"And go where?", I snap

"You're apartment"

Well he has it all figured out doesn't he

"Why my apartment?"

"Mine is messy right now"

"Why are we going anywhere when the bathroom worked fine last time?"

"Want more room", he says, "Want to be comfortable"

"You're saying that as if I'd ever want you in my apartment period", I snap

He sighs, looking annoyed, "Look I want to fuck you ok? And I know you want me too after last time. So can we just skip all the fighting and just go?"

I glare at him

Yeah ok, I want him

But I don't know why he wants me

He can have any girl who doesn't hate him and who will be much nicer than I am

"Why me? Why don't you just pick up some other girl and leave me alone?"

He blows out a breath, "Because you gave me the best sex I ever had ok? Because that orgasm was the best I ever had. Because you feel the best. Happy?"

"Not particularly", I shoot back

He looks at the ceiling like he's contemplating just walking away

And if it was before last week I'd tell him to fuck off

But I can't

"Let's go", I tell him, walking off the line and heading for the exit

I don't even have to look behind me to know he's following

"My car's this way", he says, leading me in the direction

Once in the car, he asks for my address and I can't believe I'm giving it to Wooyoung

He puts it into the gps and starts driving

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He drags me to my room, sitting me on the bed

He's been blessedly silent the whole drive here and I'm guessing that's gonna end now

"Let's get this off you", he smirks as he pulls my shirt up and off, "Seeing as how we have the whole bed to fuck anyway we want, I think it'd be nice to see your tits bouncing"

"You're a pig", I snap

He rolls his eyes, leaning down as his hands undo my bra

"But you like it", he teases

Then before I can say anything, his lips are against mine, kissing me

And stupidly, all thoughts leave my brain as I kiss him back, my head spinning, my body on fire

Fuck him and his amazing kisses

Fucking bullshit is what it is

He throws my bra somewhere, my hands immediately pushing his shirt up

He pulls away to take it off and I stare at his body, hating him even more for how hot he is

I didn't get to see him much last time, as I was clinging on to him or facing away from him when his shirt was off

But goddamn

I slowly lay my palms on his muscular chest, moving them across him and feeling his soft skin

I can feel how strong he is and it's making me embarrassingly wet

I move my hands down to his stomach, touching the rock hard abs he has, tracing the lines of muscles

He moans and I look up, surprised to see him biting his lip, his eyes closed, face in pleasure

Guess he likes to be touched

And stupid me, with my girl dumbassery of liking abs and muscles, will continue to happily touch him

And do more

Leaning closer to him, I press my lips against the skin of his abs, kissing him

"Fuck", he whimpers and I take that as a sign to keep going

Stupid me presses kiss after kiss all over his abs, licking the soft skin in between pecks

My hands have a mind of their own because they're sliding down to his belt, undoing it as I continue to kiss him

I get the button and zipper of his jeans undone, pulling his jeans and boxers down, my lips against his lower stomach

Pushing him back slightly, I keep my lips attached to his skin as I move down on my knees, my hand moving around his cock, jerking him off

"Fuck baby", he groans as I trail kisses down to his dick, then up along his length

When I get to his head, I lick his cum from his crying slit, groaning at how good he tastes

Because of course he fucking does

I spend some time swirling my tongue around his head, then licking up and down his cock so slowly, his moans so pretty to listen to

Licking to his head again, I take it in my mouth and suck on it softly

"Yes fuck"

I raise my eyes up to find him biting his lip, already watching me

I move down his cock with each suck, jerking off the rest of him that's not in my mouth

Goddamn he has a massive cock

It's so thick, stretching my mouth, so heavy on my tongue

He's so hard and so annoyingly good to suck on

As I move further down his dick, I can't fucking believe I'm doing this

And enjoying it

If someone would have told me I'd be on my knees in my room, sucking Wooyoung's cock, I'd have shot that person in the face

But here I am, getting wet from how hard he is and from the noises he's making

His tip presses against the back of my throat, making me gag and he immediately pulls out a bit

"Don't baby. Don't hurt yourself. It's ok", he says softly, his fingers moving in my hair

I'm so shocked at the tenderness in his voice, almost like he cares about hurting me

I don't like it

I need him to be the asshole he always is

I roll my eyes, making sure he sees it, then push down on his shaft more

I can deepthroat him, it'll just take a little for me to get him all in

I take my time moving down, sucking on him as I go, tears pooling in my eyes

I give a damn good blow job and I want him to love it

I want him to know that I, the girl he hates, gave him the best blow job of his life

I finally get him all inside my throat, forcing my throat to relax

"Fuck, god. Feels so good", he chokes out

If I could smile I would

Holding his hips, I pull back, halfway down his cock

Breathing in, I surge back up, bottoming him out, his cock hitting the back of my throat and going down more

I choke but get it under control, then start bobbing my head up and down his entire dick

Tears run down my face, spit dripping down from my mouth as I fuck my throat on his cock, choking now and then

"Yes fuck. Goddamn Jo", he groans, watching me, "Fuck, so that fucking mouth is good for something other than shit talking"

I glare at him, the asshole in him coming back out

"Good to know that when you're being a bitch, I can just get you to be quiet by shoving my cock down your throat", he smirks, his fingers twisting in my hair

I growl, pressing my nails into the skin of his hips, a yelp coming from him

"Oh did I hit a sore spot?", he snaps, holding onto my hair hard, keeping me in place, "After all, you're the one with my cock down your throat, princess"

I bristle at the nickname

The one I called him before

He's such an asshole

"Keep your mouth open", he demands and like an idiot, I do

He snaps his hips, driving his cock down my throat, then pulls back out just to do everything all over again

And I just take it, letting him fuck my throat and moaning

"Someone likes getting their throat fucked huh?", he grunts, his hips moving fast, my mouth trying to suck on him as he moves in and out, "Such a slut for cock. I didn't even have to ask you to blow me. You did it all on your own princess"

Yeah I know

I'm an idiot

I just gave him more ammunition to fuck with me

"Wonder if Hongjoong knows that his tough bitchy best friend likes getting her throat fucked by my cock and is moaning like a whore on top of it"

I hate him

If Hongjoong didn't care about him, I'd murder him with my bare hands

Tears blind me as he keeps going, his cock throbbing in my mouth, his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder

"When I cum you swallow it all. Got it?", he demands

And like a pathetic loser, I just nod

"Good girl"

I fucking hate when someone calls me that, I never let anyone call me that but of course when he does it, it does nothing but turn me on more

And make me want to be his good girl

I'm so fucked up

"Yes fuck! Joanne", he moans, his hips stalling as his cock buries in my throat, warm cum spurting

The taste of his cum is so fucking good and I eagerly swallow on his cock again and again

He moans and whimpers the whole time as I suck all his cum from his cock

He pulls out when he's finished and I sit back on my heels, swallowing and breathing in

"Are you ok?", he pants, "I didn't hurt you right?"

I stand up, rolling my eyes

"No", I croak out, "I've deepthroated other cocks before. Some bigger than yours so no you didn't hurt me"

He glares at me hatefully, then pulls me to him, his lips against mine in a kiss

My arms move around his neck on their own, my body pressing against his, feeling his warm skin on mine

His fingers tangle in my hair as he kisses me silly, his tongue playing with mine

Turning us, he pushes me down on the bed, his hands pulling my pants and panties down as he kisses me

Once they're off, his hands push my legs open, him mouth leaving mine and attaching to my pussy

"Oh f-", I choke, his tongue delving into my hole, wiggling when it's inside

"Mm you taste good", he murmurs, sliding his tongue up and rubbing it against my clit

I feel my cunt get soaked, the pleasure intensifying

Lifting my head, I watch him use his tongue on me, his eyes closed, a look of pleasure on his face too

I hate to say it but he looks incredibly hot in between my legs

And his tongue is amazing, switching between using the tip and the flat of it, pressing hard then lightly, fast then slow

I fucking hate him for it

He kisses my pussy, then slides his tongue between my lips, moaning into me

"Fuck", I whisper, so turned on

His eyes open, staring intensely at me as his tongue drags up my pussy again and again

I can't tear my gaze from his, the heat coming from them making my body shiver

His hands squeeze my thighs hard, his mouth wrapping around my clit and sucking softly

"Oh my god", I moan, bliss wracking through my body, my hand pulling his ponytail out and sinking into his hair, holding on tightly

With each suck, he goes harder, keeping his tongue firmly against my clit with each move his mouth makes

I get lost in the pleasure, holding his head against my pussy, my body arching

He slurps desperately on my clit, the sound so erotic, the sight of his jaw sucking driving me crazy

The next suck has me coming, pleasure washing over me as I scream his name

He groans, sucking me through it, my body shaking against the mattress

As soon as I finish, he pushes my legs up, his tongue swirling around my hole, moaning, pleasure taking over again

"Fucking pussy cream tastes so fucking good", he groans, my brain malfunctioning at his words, as his tongue dives into my hole

My pussy clenches around it, his pretty moan reaching my ears

His tongue moves rapidly in and out, tongue fucking my pussy, the sounds it makes so obscene and....hot

His finger presses against my clit, rubbing as his tongue keeps going, the pleasure increasing and my pussy getting wetter

My fingers twist in his hair, I can't stop the moans falling from my mouth, the pleasure astounding

I swear no one has eaten me out this good before

It's like he knows just what to do to drive me insane

Which figures since he drives me fucking crazy all the time with his attitude and just his personality

Figures someone I hate knows how to eat pussy incredibly

Jerk

"Need you to come for me", he grunts, "Need to taste you again"

I groan, my hips moving against his face as he tongue fucks me, his fingers playing with my clit in time with our movements

"Mmm baby desperate to cum huh?", he murmurs between tongue thrusts, "Fucking my face like a good girl"

Shivers run up my back from hearing him call me good girl again

"Cum around my tongue now", he demands, "Now princess"

"Fuck, Wooyoung!", I cry, his tongue shoving all the way in as I release all over it, his fingers rubbing my clit the entire time

I lay there dazed after the pleasure fades, his tongue moving as he licks up all my cum

"Fuck princess", he says when he finishes, lifting his head up, his face so wet with juice and cum

God, he's so hot

"I think I need to eat your pussy everyday", he says, wiping his mouth

Yeah well after that, I'd let him

He moves over me, his mouth against mine, kissing me

Moving my arms around his neck, I kissed him back, hating how much I like his kisses

He moves my legs around him but before his cock can go in, I stop him

"Seriously?", he growls

I roll my eyes, "Lay down"

"Why?", he asks suspiciously

God, can't he just fucking be compliant for once?

I push him off me and roll him to his back, climbing in his lap

He smirks, "Oh you wanna ride me huh?"

"No shit", I tell him

"Are you any good at it?", he scoffs, "Because I've had girls talk a big game but they only lasted for less than five minutes"

"I'm good at it", I answer

I am

I love riding dick

Most of the time it's the only way I can cum during sex

Unfortunately Wooyoung doesn't seem to have a problem making me orgasm

Asshole

"Heard that before", he snorts, "If you suck, just tell me now and I'll fuck you instead of wasting time"

"I will ride your dick until you're crying and begging me to let you cum", I growl

"Ha!", he laughs, "That will never happen. I don't cry or beg while fucking. You will"

I admit I probably will because I'm not a big macho baby about it

If it feels really good, like overwhelmingly good, I've cried before

And after last time I have no doubt that he can make me cry from pleasure

But he definitely will too

"So will you"

"Negative"

"Uh- huh", I say, rolling my eyes

Guess I'll just have to prove it to him

Reaching between us, I hold his hard dick up and align him to my entrance

I sit on his dick, getting his head in, then continue sinking down

Slowly

Last time he just barreled in and yes it felt good but this time I want to feel every inch of his fat cock

As I push down, I wiggle my hips, taking him in, feeling the utter pleasure of his thick cock stretching my pussy wide open

Each inch makes me wetter, gives me more and more pleasure

And makes him moan loudly

I smile, watching the pleasure on his face as he slides in deeper

"Mm feels good baby?", I tease

"Yes", he breathes

"Feels so good. Guess you are good for something", I moan, bottoming him out, his head nestled against my spot, my pussy throbbing around him

I move my hips grinding and rocking on him, his head rubbing my spot, making bliss run up my spine

"Fat cock opening my pussy so well", I murmur, "Can wait to bounce on it"

"Yes fuck"

"Want that? Want me to bounce on this cock, make you feel so good?"

He nods, his hands gripping my hips, his hips pressing up, making sure his cock is buried inside me as much as he can be

And god, he fills me so perfectly

I loathe him for it

Rocking once more on his cock, I can't take it

I need to ride him

Leaning on his abs, I move my hips up, sliding all the way up his cock to his head

I squeeze his head tightly as I start sliding down his dick, clenching his length over and over as I move

"Oh fuck!", he cries, his eyes watching my pussy take him in

Bouncing on him, I start slow, slipping up and down, feeling every hard inch of his cock moving inside me

"Oh god", I cry, moving a little faster with each bounce, leaning back, my hands on his thighs

I feel my pussy get wetter and wetter with each stroke, the pleasure mounting

"God, I hate you for having such a good dick", I murmur, my body feeling hot, sweat all over me, "Hate how good you feel inside me"

He feels amazing, spreading my pussy wide open again and again, making me pulse around his incredibly hard shaft

My pussy devours his cock with each bounce, sucking him in so fucking deep, feel him in my stomach

It's pleasure like I've never felt before

"I hate you for having the perfect cunt", he groans, his eyes watching my pussy on him, "I hate how pretty your swollen lips look opening for my cock, hate that I love how much you cream my dick, hate how good your throbbing pussy feels"

I smirk

I like him hating all that about me

I like making him eat his words, making him realize he wants the person he hates more than any other girl

And he's gonna hate me even more when I make him cry and beg to cum

Moving my hands to his stomach, I bounce faster, grinding on his cock every time I take him in, making his fat head rubbing my spot

"Fuck Wooyoung", I say breathlessly, loving the way his eyes roam my body

Like he doesn't know where to look

It just turns me on more

"Want you to cum on me", he moans, his fingers squeezing my hips, "Please. Need to feel it"

"Oh you like how it feels?", I tease

Really though, I'm surprised at that

"Yes", he groans, "It feels so fucking good. Want it"

Well he's lucky, cause his cock is bringing me right there

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum", I moan, riding his cock harder, his head smacking my spot each time, my nails digging into his stomach, "Fuck Wooyoung, fuck"

Sliding down his cock, I lose it, climaxing, incredible bliss falling over me

"Fuck yes! Yes!", he yells as I ride the waves of pleasure his perfect cock is giving me

I hate that he gives me such incredible orgasms

Of course it has to be him

As I come down from it, he begs, "Fuck me. Please fuck me baby. Cum again for me"

Fuck, guess he really does like how my orgasms feel

"Ride me! Joanne ride me!", he yells, bucking his hips up, his head rubbing my spot

I begin moving again, slamming down his cock with each move, impaling my pussy on him

"Yes, fuck yes", he groans, his hands sliding up my body, wrapping around my boobs, "God you're so pretty. I fucking hate how pretty you are"

Yeah well the feeling is mutual

I hate how hot and good looking he is

He sits up slightly, his mouth wrapping around my nipple, sucking desperately, making my pussy gush around his length, the pleasure spiking

I moan loudly, my hand moving into hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands

He takes my free hand and moves it between us, pressing my fingers into my clit

"Play with yourself for me", he murmurs against my nipple

I don't think, my fingers moving on my clit right away as I bounce on him

The bliss shoots up, the pleasure from my clit making my cunt clench incredibly hard around his cock

His mouth switches to my other nipple, sucking on it, his fingers digging into my back as he holds me against him

I keep bouncing, just letting the euphoria wash over me, listening to his pretty moans

Moving off my boob, he lays back down, watching me, lust burning in his eyes

"Mmm yeah princess", he groans, "So pretty, playing desperately with your little clit. That pretty pussy is making such a big mess on me. Feels good?"

I nod, biting my lip, tears pricking the corners of my eyes

It feels so good, each bounce on his dick making my body shake uncontrollably

"So close baby", he murmurs, his eyes on my cunt, "Make yourself cum. Wanna see it, wanna feel it"

"Fuck Wooyoung!", I scream as astounding ecstasy wracks my body, tears running down my face, my fingers rubbing my clit as I bounce, my pussy squirting all over him

Oh my fucking god

His hands stay on my hips, bouncing me on his cock, getting me through it

I don't know which way is up, I can't do anything but feel

When I come out of it, I lean on his chest, catching my breath

"Good princess?", he asks

I look down at him, surprised to see softness in his eyes, his fingers softly running up and down my thigh

I nod, nothing snarky coming to mind to say

"Yeah baby", I answer

Then his smirk comes back and I roll my eyes

"Good. Ride me. I need to cum in your pussy"

I snort but I listen, for now, and bounce on him again

"I hate to admit it", he groans, "But you are so fucking good at riding cock"

I know

I move faster, making sure I clench on his cock the entire time I slip up and down, rocking on his dick once I bottom him out

It feels so good and from his moans it feels good for him too

I smirk, like seeing him in pleasure because of me

I don't stop riding him, his moans getting louder and louder, his body shaking in bliss

"I'm...I....I'm", he groans

I feel his cock throbbing, his fingers digging into my hips more with each bounce

"Fuck, fuck fuck", he cries

And I slide up and off his cock

"What happened?", he asks, looking dazed

"You can't cum so easily", I berate him, "Especially after insulting me and my cock riding abilities"

"You're fucking joking", he snaps

"Oh no sweetie", I smirk, "I said I was going to ride your dick until you're crying and begging me to cum. And that's what I'm going to do"

His eyes narrow, "That is not going to happen"

"Then you're not going to cum"

"Joanne!", he shouts

"Shh baby", I taunt, leaning over him and kissing his lips, "Yelling and whining will get you nowhere"

He glares at me as I get his cock back inside my pussy, this time rocking and grinding on his length, purposely tightening on him repeatedly while moving

His eyes lose the glare, becoming more and more fucked out with each circular move of my hips, groans spilling from him mouth

I smirk, leaning on his broad chest, feeling his soft skin under my hands

"Oh god", he cries, his cock pulsing again

And once again, I get off him and sit on his legs

"Fuck!", he roars, "Why?"

"You know why"

"Goddamn it!", he shouts, his body trembling from his denied orgasm

I wait a minute until he's relaxed enough then sit back on his cock, his whimpers so pretty as I ride him

I edge him three more times, his voice becoming more and more desperate, his body moving from trembles to shakes with each denial

And I'm fully enjoying torturing him like this

It's fun and it feels good for me at the same time

Taking him in again, I bounce short bounces, just sliding up slightly on his cock before slamming back down, clenching each time

His cock throbs almost immediately, he wants to cum so bad

"Don't get off", he begs, while I keep moving, rocking on him, pleasure in my body as well, "Please don't get off"

"But you said you're not going to beg", I smirk evilly

"I'll beg. I'm sorry. Please...ngggh... need to cum"

I laugh, grinding faster on him, "You don't need to cum. No one needs to orgasm"

"I want too! Please"

I tilt my head to the side, "Hmmm no"

"Why?", he yells, his cock so close

"Because you're not crying yet"

And I move off him, sitting on his abs

"No!", he shouts, tears bursting from his eyes, "No please. Baby please. I...I need you"

I smile, satisfied

"There we go", I coo, "Wanted to see those pretty tears"

Leaning over, I lick a tear running down his face, smirking at him as he sobs

"Please", he whimpers

I glance back at his cock, smirking at how much it's straining, how hard it is, his head red and slit crying cum

It makes me so much more horny too

Easing back onto his cock, I sit on him, clenching hard around him

"Please let me cum. Please. Fuck"

"Hmm", I smirk, cock warming him for a few seconds, "I wonder if Hongjoong knows that one of his members cries and begs to cum during sex?"

"I don't..I don't know"

"What do you think he'd say about that?"

"I don't know!", he wails, tears flowing freely down his face, "I don't care! I want you! Please! Bounce on my dick!"

"Like this?", I tease, sliding up to his head, then taking him all back in quickly

"Yes like that! Please like that"

"What will happen if I keep doing that?", I ask, bouncing again only one time

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Is that what you want?"

Another bounce

"Yes!", he yells

"Oh? Tell me what you want"

"Wanna cum", he sobs, his cock so hard inside me, my pussy throbbing as I use his cock to fuck my spot

"Where?"

"You're pussy!", he whines, "Wanna cum deep inside your pussy. Wanna fill you up. Want your pussy to milk my cock. Please"

"Hmmm", I laugh, riding his cock at a quicker pace, pleasure running through my veins as I watch him cry, "I may let you cum. But you have to wait until I cum again and only when I say you can"

"Yes, ok!", he nods, his breathing labored, the tears not stopping

"Ok then"

Leaning over him, I put my hands on his shoulders and I ride him hard, my bed hitting the wall over and over, my pussy impaling on his unbelievably hard cock over and over

"Fuck Woo. So good!", I cry, so close, "Baby's cock is so hard"

"I can't", he sobs, his nails digging into my hips, "I can't hold it"

"You have too", I demand, moving as fast as I can, the pleasure so fucking much

"Please cum", he chokes out, "Please baby, I can't...please cum"

Slamming down, his cock smashes my spot, stars blasting in my vision as I cum, ecstasy taking over my body

"Wooyoung!", I scream

"Oh god! Oh god! I...I...", he yells

"Cum for me Wooyoung", I whimper, the euphoria blinding me, "Fill my pussy baby"

"Joanne! Fuck!", he screams, holding me down on his dick as he explodes inside me, warm cum filling me fast

I watch him cum, the sight under me so fucking beautiful

His whole body shakes, a sheen of sweat all over him, his hair soaked, his head pushed back into the pillows

Ecstasy is all over his face, tears streaming from his eyes, his voice screaming my name repeatedly

His hips move up, keeping him buried deep inside me, his cum making me feel so satisfyingly full

"Yes Woo, all of it", I murmur, rocking on his dick again, "Give me all your cum baby"

He makes a choking crying sound as he finishes, his body slumping into the bed, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he pants

"Good?", I ask

"Fucking....", he gasps, "Incredible. Intense. Best .....ever"

I giggle, lean over and kiss his cheek

Then I slide off him and lay down next to him, catching my breath too

He turns his head to me, his eyes opening, the pretty brown irises on me

"Don't tell anyone I cried or begged you", he demands

And just like that, he's an asshole again

"I won't", I snap

"Good", he growls

I roll my eyes, then turn away from him

Getting comfortable, I lay on my pillow and close my eyes

"I'm gonna leave"

"So go", I tell him

I really don't care

"Aren't you going to let me out?"

"No", I snort, "I'm sure you can find the way to the door"

"What about locking your door?"

"Leave it", I answer, just wanting him to be quiet

"What if I decide to stay?"

Oh Jesus

"So stay", I growl, "I don't care"

I just want to sleep

I don't care whether he leaves or not

"You're not really leaving me a choice. I'm not leaving your door unlocked all night"

"It's fine. Go if you want. Stay if you want"

"Do you want me to stay?"

That's it

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep", I yell, so tired of hearing his big mouth, "Just shut up"

"Fine", he says

I feel him get up and honestly, a pang of disappointment that he's leaving hits my chest

Whatever, I'm not dwelling on it right now

I can freak out tomorrow if it's warranted

The light in the room turns off, then I feel a dip in the bed behind me as he gets back into it

His body presses against mine, his skin warm and soft, his arm wrapping around my waist, holding me against him

"I cuddle when I sleep with someone", he says softly

"It's fine", I say, my heart pounding a little faster, "Just go to sleep"

"Ok", he whispers, "Night"

"Night", I answer, ignoring how good it feels to be in his arms

It's just because I haven't slept next to someone in awhile

Anyone would feel good

Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I let the exhaustion wash over me and I wait for sleep

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I'm now at J&R. Having my cranberry vodka. I just had brunch with C - And well.

Oh hold up a moment - So I met up with C the first time last week. It's quite unexpected. We matched with each other on dating apps few years ago, chatted a bit but never hung out. Subsequently, I ghosted him as well cos I went back to C1.

And it was during one night, when I was obviously under influence - decided to text him out of no where - I thought that on paper, appearance wise, he is my type, and I wanted to try it out - So I made the first move - and the rest is history.

The meet up last week - was interesting. I was legit having butterflies in my stomach - Cos he is actually quite good looking. I flustered a lil bit. We spend some time talking and understanding each other - And I think we left on a good note - I felt very giddy - and was attracted. Then, he asked me out for brunch today.

For some reasons, the conversations today mainly revolves on what I learned this week - leadership course. And I just don't feel as giddy - as attracted. I think because we don't really share much similar interest - things to do outside of work. And I feel like he is at a phase where he needs to figure out things, his career, his life. Not to say I'm ahead of him, but I feel like in terms of maturity - We are not very on par. And again, not to say I'm more mature for sure.

Anyway, enough bout him. I'm actually very proud of myself this week - Survived OFS3 - and more importantly, I realized that I'm a bubbly person - like unintentionally? I'm not sure. And these quirkiness, bubbliness - are actually quite likeable? I didn't know that my energy is / could be infectious to the people around me - It's something that I have never noticed about myself before.

This time around - In group activities - I noticed that I have become more vocal / expressive in expressing my opinions, even though the audience is an unfamiliar crowd. And I'm so so so happy that I could be myself, and use my story to inspire my team mates (though I'm not sure if they are truly inspired).

Apart from that - I noticed that I speak better now - I'm able to articulate better - This is such a good improvement comparing to where I started - Someone with stage fright - someone who was afraid of voicing own opinions.

So, I'd really like to recognize myself for that.

As to other things that I've learned in this week - For instance, Emotional Intelligence - I noticed that this is something that I've been practising very well so far. All thanks to those self-help book, and my active decisions to take charge of the situation - and in terms of self-regulating.

Also, just wanted to give a shout out to myself - for stopping AMC to provide the sales support services - I trusted my instinct - and navigate it pretty well. The ability to recognize that the services may constitute as an agent - I'm just very happy.

I think I'm on the right path - :) I want to continue to manifest goodness.

Oh yeah, my team mates gave me really good feedback too - that sounds quite genuine =)

You know Winnie, I'm proud of you. Really :)

WC

[vodka-redbull-daily]

December 5th, 2023 (Part 2)

*Graphic Sexual Content*

Today I met with J--- at the hotel that I had rented out a week or so ago. I got some breakfast after leaving W----'s because even though I left pretty early in the morning, it was still a little bit too early to actually get to the hotel. I had called ahead to ask if I could check in early since they're checking it's usually at 3pm and on the phone they told me that they could let me in at 11 like planned. Originally, I had scheduled an eye doctor's appointment but I hadn't been planning on staying over at W----'s house, and I didn't sleep too well. In between Archer making your messes everything and chewing on things and W----s incredibly loud snoring (it was so loud I originally thought he was asleep on the couch right next to the front door when I walked in), I canceled my appointment and just moved it to a different day since there was no way I was gonna get there on time. There was plenty of time to do the appointment and then get the hotel, just not enough to actually do the appointment itself. Once I got to the hotel, it was about 10 am and I went to go see if I could check in.

I got to the front desk and told them my reservation details and asked to check in. They told me that check in wasn't until three and I told them that I had gotten basically prior approval on the phone. Apparently, the room they had given to me wasn't actually clean yet, since it was so early in the morning and they just moved me to a different room. They have basically upgraded me from a queen to a king, but that means it costs more money. That's all right. Since J--- had actually paid a little bit more than I'd asked him to do in the first place.

I got to the hotel room and J--- texted me to let me know that he was gonna take a shower when he got here because the plumbing in the place he was at wasn't working correctly. He also told me he was gonna stop at a sex shop and asked if I wanted anything. I said no except for the fact that I've been trying to find some lube, but that was more for me than him, so I wasn't planning on having him get it from me. He did anyway and also he said the lady at the front counter gave him a bunch of free condoms and when he showed me the bag it definitely was a bunch. There's a lot in there like two handfuls. He also brought some red bull and vodka; however, this hotel didn’t have any cups. So we were just taking turns, taking a sip of vodka out of the bottle and chasing out with the Red Bull. Honestly not that great. Zero out of 10. Do not recommend.

He also bought himself a stimulant. I know they're called poppers, but I know that's a slang term and that's actually not the legal name and I know that it's technically illegal if you call them that. At least that's what I've heard from the online videos and articles from the BDSM community/gay community.

He kept saying how awkward it was and how weird he felt. And honestly, I didn't feel that weird. I just felt really tired and not really at all in the mood. B------ had told me to walk in the room and act like I'm six foot four to really own the space but I was just really tired and he was being really weird about it. He kept saying that he thought it was a sting operation and that the cops are going to come get him any second. A little bit dramatic if you ask me.

I tried to be all dominant, like when we were making out and stuff I tried directing him to take off his clothes, tried to be very direct and to the point without being pushy about it. It was weird, because I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or not. He said he wanted somebody to be dominant like that. He started snorting the stuff and honestly it smelled like ass. Even after he's already left it still smells pretty bad. 

After he managed to take our clothes off, I tried to be dominant and tried to direct him to eat me out. He told me that something he wanted me to do anyway. I had him kneel on the side of the bed and I scooted over to the edge where he ate me. I normally don't like to cum while somebody's eating me since it's so messy, but that seems to be a turn-on for him and also P--- So I tried to be sexy, asking him if he wanted to eat it and he said yes. So I came in his mouth.

I guess he likes it but I guess I also never know. I think we did that like two or three times before he crawled on the bed and lay next to me and started fingering me very aggressively. It felt good. Some of the best fingering I've had in a while. The problem that came so hard that I actually ended up shitting myself. That happens every now and then especially if I eat something that doesn't sit too well with my stomach. He didn't say anything about it. I asked him if he wanted to have me ride his dick and he said yes. So he laid back on the pillows and we started playing with a dick trying to get it hard. 

I was kissing and biting in between his legs running my fingernails up and down his thighs squeezing and licking his balls. nothing was really working but he kept asking me to be rougher with his balls and just to straight up slap them. I guess he was in to ball torture. we did this for a little bit, I would squeeze his balls tight and then put them on my mouth and stuck on them. Even using a little bit of teeth. He really liked this like his whole body was shaking with pleasure and I really thought he was going to cum. after a little bit of running my hands up and down his thighs, it seemed like he was really interested in me touching his asshole. So I went ahead and asked him to give me the lube that he had gotten. I opened it and I lubed my fingers before sticking them in his ass. He did in fact really enjoy this and we even go all the way up to two fingers.

He didn't cum from this though and actually ended up going soft again. I cleaned up a little bit and washed my hands and he asked to just relax for a minute. So we cuddled there for a second and he kept saying how awkward it was and that's why he couldn't get hard. After a little bit of making out, he pushed my hand down to his cock. I don't know what it is about guys wanting me to basically just jerk them off, but he very quickly got hard again and then was on the edge almost cuming just from that alone. He then asked me to sit on his face. I did and held onto the headboard as he ate me.

it wasn't really that pleasurable. It's hard to get an angle that works like that, but he was the one who had asked. So while he did that, and I was gripping his hair because I had noticed that he liked that earlier. he kept making all these weird noises and I thought he might be suffocating so I tried to give him space. But I don't really know if it worked or not. After we were finished I did tell him that if we ever do it again I would like him to tap on my thigh to give me some kind of indication if I was suffocating him. He did eventually cum  from aggressively masturbating as he ate me, so I got off him and we laid there and talked for a little bit. I was kind of hoping he didn't want to go for round two.

Even though we hadn't actually been here that long. I'm kind of tired and I definitely don't feel like being dominant right now. He talked for a little bit, cleaned himself up and then left. He left behind the bulk of the red bulls, the vodka, and the Condoms. I guess those are for me now. He paid forever ago since I had to get the hotel so no actual adding to the statistics today. Besides adding to my body count, that is.

Total Earned: $5,720

Body Count: 18

Dick Pics: 22

Videos: 2

Nudes sent: 4

Head Recieved: 3

Head Given: 15

Sex Ranking:

B-------

Him

T----

W----

P------

F----

G---

A---

G--

R--

J---

T------

J--

M--- (x2)

D--

J-----

A----

M---

[nogenderbee]

Welcome to today's episode of "Vodka Confesses Random Shit About Herself"

Today we have *drum rolls*

I have a strange attraction towards yanderes.

Also currently going through a break up arc with Akito /j (Tsukasa treats me better)

Omg I love it! I absolutely love getting to know other so don't mind if I share some stuff about myself too as replies!

But like oh my gosh!! No way you too! Honestly there are some characters that if I'd saw as yanderes, I'd immidietly just get on my knees!! We need therapy bestie hut shhh

Also so true, Tsukasa is just so lovely omg and Akito is ginger (yes, I'll insult him lovingly untill he makes some good decision and decides to not be ginger)

[hrefna-the-raven]

Requests are open

I did really enjoy trying to come up with a story to a request so I'd like try this again :)

Please find below a combination you can use to send me requests:

Characters:

A. Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age)

B. Travis Hackett (the Quarry)

C. Kelvin (SotF)

D. Rick O'Connell (the Mummy)

E. Gavin Reed (Dbh)

F. Elijah Kamski (Dbh)

G. Connor (Dbh)

H. Timothy Lawrence (Borderlands)

I. Zane (Borderlands)

J. Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

K. Loki (Supernatural or Marvel)

L. Peter Quill/Star Lord

Prompts:

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Sir. This is for children only."

“My chances of living to a ripe old age are unfortunately excellent.”

"It's just a scratch."

“I love you, but sometimes I really want to throw you off a cliff.”

“You are the most idiotic but adorable human on the planet.”

“Tell me it’s a prank that you’re doing this.” “No, I’m dead ass serious.”

“Why aren’t you telling her this?” “Because I can’t tell her this, this is going to sound stupid.” “Then why are you telling me this?”

“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

"Fuck you!" "Well if you insist..."

"Oh no, don't stop on my account. I quite enjoy the view."

*insert your own prompt*

I can't wait to see the requests 😏😁

[superconductivebean]

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Aesop Sharp

Garreth Weasley & Andrew Larson & Leander Prewett

wyrd shenanigans currently existing in my head only

[altagraye]

Big Big Love part 13

Maia age:28 appearance: 10 weeks pregnant (7 weeks after ch 12) 

Dean age:35 

Sam age:31 

Roslyn age: 3 

Quote: 

"I'm made of bad, bad, bad, bad blood." 

-'Bad Blood.' - Welshly Arms. 

TW!: cussing, medical terms, miscarriage scare, plot twists.

Ch 13: Bad Blood 

Sam: 

I couldn't keep Maia off my mind as Dean and I strolled down isle after isle of the supermarket. She's had a rough couple of weeks since she told us she was pregnant. She can hardly get out of bed, she's so fatigued. It makes me worry, a lot. Eating is difficult too, the vomiting is unpredictable and violent. Being unable to help her is the worst feeling. I don't know how Dean did it, it must've torn him apart when Ros came. A whole day and a half of merciless agony just to have her bleed out like that? No wonder he went insane. I pray a lot, hopefully this time it won't be so bad on her but that isn't looking likely. Dean and I have been through every medical 'Mega textbook we have twice and three times over. Nothing mentions symptoms as bad as what she has. Cas has even tried his powers on her but still nothing comes of it. I hate leaving her, Dean too. But between the both of us we need to get her something she can viably eat. 

She's more visible now, and we've been keeping track of how far along she is. Today, makes ten weeks. I love putting my hand on her belly. I still think about Jo and my other pup sometimes. But when I do think about them it just makes me hurt so I stuff it down. I never thought that I'd be able to be blessed with, Maia. I'm so happy that I'm actually scared, of letting down my guard.  I just want to hold her close to me and not let go, ever. Even if there's a chance that the pup isn't mine, I'd still be just as happy. Just having Maia, forever, is more than enough. I thought Dean and I wouldn't get along so well with our new circumstances. but it has been easier than I initially thought. Sometimes we get in nothing arguments when we aren't around Maia. Just to let off Alpha steam and stress because neither of us can help our Omega. 

Like now, seeing Dean shove half the contents of the ethnic isle into the cart is pissing me off. Last time he made spaghetti and meatballs for her, a few nights ago, she couldn't keep it down long enough. I leaned over in the cart and grabbed the box of spaghetti and put it back on the shelf. He turned around with a jar of vodka sauce, down in and noticed it was gone. 

"What the fuck, man? We need that." Dean said getting aggravated. I rolled my eyes and pushed the cart further on down the aisle, passing him. 

"No we don't, she can't even eat it anymore. It was working for a while but not now. We need to find something else." I said biting my tongue, trying to control the anger bubbling up within me. 

"Oh 'cuz you're so smart? You have any other suggestions?" Dean said, leaving the item. 

"No, more like trial and error." I told my older brother not knowing what to do. So far, she's been able to stomach PB & J sandwiches and occasional plain rice. Now that we were stocked up on that I was ready to leave. I needed to comfort her, my wife.  

Dean exhaled, looking over what we had. "Trial and error sucks all kinds of ass. How is it so different from when she had Roslyn?" He asked out loud. 

"Don't know. I heard It's different from pup to pup anyway. I think we're done here. Let's go home." I needed to curl up with Maia. I need to know she's okay. If she's alone and debilitated and suffering... just thinking about it kills me. We paid for our mountain of an overflowing cartful. That's $300 down. Charlie giving us these cards with the infinite amount of cash is a God-send. If Dean and I had to work with Maia in her state, that's be horrible. Not that I'm opposed to working or Dean either, but she just needs both of us. I piled the groceries into the back seat of the Impala and got in the passenger side. Dean revved Baby's engine. I combed a hand through my hair, still thinking of my Omega, shaking in our shared bed, unable to find comfort.  

I was snapped out of my thought process, Dean's hand making contact with my chest, patting it. 

"Cheer up Champ, you're gonna be a great Dad." he said checking the rearview mirror so he could back up. Dean hates these smaller parking spaces, especially since driving the Impala is equivalent to driving a boat on land. His compliment took me by surprise. 

"Thanks, but, what makes you so sure it's mine?" I asked him seriously flashing a weak smile. My thoughts festering further. We exited the parking lot, Dean focused on driving for a few seconds, checking his surroundings so he could make a turn. 

"Well, technically you slid into home base first." His eyes flashing to me for a second, then going back to the road. 

"But I know you're hoping It's yours." I said admitting what he didn't want to. My attention focusing on the scenery around us, the woods being particularly peaceful in the morning dew. 

"What? Nah! I got my hands full with Roslyn." He was saying one thing and thinking another. If there was one person Dean couldn't fool, it's me. I've known him like that back of my hand for way too long. He and I knew that. We were silent the rest of the way there. Dean helped me carry in the groceries through the garage. It was weird not hearing a hello from Maia. But it was highly likely that she didn't want to strain her voice from our bedroom. The Bunker is massive after all.  

My heart sunk when Roslyn came out of nowhere, visibly upset and crying hysterically. Her face all red from screaming and crying. This behavior was unusual even for her. She doesn't scare or get upset easy, Dean thinks she might present as an Alpha when she gets older. She doesn't throw toddler fits to get her point across so seeing her like this was scaring the Hell out me and Dean tenfold.  

Dean got down to her level, kneeling, and she gave him the biggest little bear hug. He cradled her head in his chest.  

"Hey Troublemaker. What has you so spooked, baby?" He asked her. In between big drops of tears and sniffles she responded in her classic pup-talk. 

"Mama hurt. Fall down." And continued to cry. Dean gave me concerned look, kissed her forehead and called out for Cas. I bolted down the hallway. This is the worst and most typical thing that could have happened. Murphy's law gets me every chance it gets, without fail. From what I could hear, Cas came and Dean ordered him to take Ros away and keep her safe. He didn't need her in any more distress.  

I found Maia, collapsed down onto the kitchen floor. Her head had a pretty good sized gash from the fall. I didn't smell any blood coming from below her so a miscarriage is unlikely. I turned her on her back, pressing two fingers into her neck to check her pulse. It's weakened. I started to tear up. Why does this shit always happen to us? We can't ever catch a break. I don't know what's wrong. I tried calling her by her dynamic, desperate for her to answer. 

"Omega!" Nothing. I heaved her up into my grasp. We need to go to the E.R. That's a good hour's drive from the Bunker. Dean came rushing in, seeing me carry her limp form. "She won't wake up. I-I don't know why." He had a mile-long stare, not breaking his sight from our shared lover. He grabbed the Impala keys out of his jean-pocket. 

"Jesus-Christ." He uttered to the situation. I piled into the backseat with her propped up against my chest. I re-examined her head wound. I think it's shallow enough for me to heal it. We departed down the highway, full throttle, as I began to lick at her wound.  

Sam: 

Dean opened the front door to the E.R. I couldn't move my feet fast enough. I checked her pulse multiple times on the way over, it got a little better but she was still unresponsive. Dean stopped at the front desk for credentials. I was able to set Maia down in room number three, when Dean joined up with us. One Beta nurse came in to check on her. They were low staffed today.  

"Sir, you need to wait outside, there's a waiting room around the corner on your left." He started to explain.  

"No. He stays. We're staying." Dean came to my defense. the Beta nurse looked confused and a bit annoyed. I'm guessing he wasn't fond of Alphas. The beta nurse continued to hook her up to machines. he stripped her shirt, put an IV in her arm on my side of her. Put one of those pulse and oxygen readers on her index finger. A canula in her nostrils even though he said she was breathing pretty well on her own. He adjusted the setting to low.  

"This facility has a 'one mate per patient' policy. Someone has to go." Now I was getting irate. There's no way I or Dean was going to leave this room. I flipped my wrist over and scrunched up my sleeve showing the persistent Beta my mark. Dean rolled his eyes, a bit embarrassed but followed suit. The Beta was unphased.  

"Welcome to the club, Alphas. I have a tramp stamp with my partner too. Nothing new, fellas."  

"Ugh, Gross! It's not like that at all. Look dumbass." Dean showed him Maia's Triskelion. And the Beta scanned over the room, looking at all three of us. He shrugged. 

"Whatever floats your banana boat. I don't judge. I'm just here for the health insurance benefits. no I'm just kidding. I actually like helping stupid knot-heads like you guys. Shame too, pretty boy." He pointed in my direction. I was not in the mood to have some Beta flirt with me, especially since I didn't swing that way anyhow. Even though being marked by the Triskelion didn't make it look that way.  

"Shut your mouth and do your job." I told him. He shrugged again and went over to a closet to get another instrument. 

He put a band around her belly, listened and watched another monitor. where he placed it, a strong rhythm was heard. It almost made me cry, but I stuffed it down. That's a sound I wasn't able to hear with Jo. I don't think I've heard something so wonderful before. I looked at Dean across from me, smiling up a storm. I couldn't help but smile back. The Beta furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, confused. He moved the hockey puck sized circle to the right two inches. The beating changed, more faint, strained. My heart sunk again. I couldn't stop my nerves, my boot kept making annoying little sounds on the waxed linoleum floors. My leg shaking like a leaf. That weak heart beat wasn't good. I kept biting at my nails and staring at the Beta. He made a hmph sound and put his hands on his hips. 

"What?" Dean asked, getting just as impatient as I felt.  

"I'm gonna need another cuff. There's two buns in this oven. Someone's been busy." he said leaving the room to retrieve another instrument. I could have slapped myself. This whole time I thought there was only one pup. I never considered the possibility of twins. The Beta came back with another cuff and put it on the previous spot. I listened closely. The drumming was still weakened. My lip started to quiver and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.  

Dean noticed it too and put on a brave face for me. But I knew I could see in his eyes he was breaking slowly. Maia, why aren't you awake?  

"Alright, the sonographer should be in soon to check on all that." The Beta gesticulated to Maia's belly like it was a mess he didn't want to deal with. He made me growl, I want his ass fired. Dean was just as pissed at him as I was, if not more probably. But he kept his composure for now.  

"Hey, what was your name again?" Dean asked squinting his eyes and tilting his head. Dean is going to get his name, and give him a piece of his mind on his lunch break, away  from cameras and people, so that he doesn't get arrested for Alpha/Beta battery.  

"Hugo. Hugo Riviera." He told Dean. Dean gave him a huge fake smile and thanked him. When the door was closed and Hugo walked away, Dean broke his demeanor. 

"Hugo, is a dick-bag. I'm gonna enjoy pounding his asshole Beta face in a bench." He nodded to himself thinking his decision to do so was a good idea. I gave my brother a weak smile. Dean leaned over to Maia's head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She still isn't awake.  

"I dunno if you can hear me, 'Mega, but. You've got two pups to fight for, alright? Sammy and I love you. We love you so much. You gotta wake up soon, sweetheart." He told her sleeping form stroking her fingers with his thumb and pressing the back of her hand to his lips. he stared at her belly as I grabbed onto her hand on my side of her through the raised bedrails. I rested my forehead on the cold rails, listening to the two rhythms, the one closest to me- a lead singer. The one closer to Dean- a backup that's running out of breath.  

We sat listening to them, mulling over the predicament.  

"Sammy? The one heartbeat is scaring the shit out of me." Dean confessed his voice starting to crack. I lifted my head off the rail and ran my fingers through my hair, my eyes glossy and my nose running.  

"Me too Dean." There was a knock at the door and a Beta woman came in pulling a mobile sonogram machine behind her. She was oddly and disgustingly very chipper.  

"Hello! My name is Sarah, I'll be taking care of your Omega today. Aw, are you two having a moment? I can come back in a few minutes." She suggested sensing my and Dean's emotions. I got up, moving out of her way so she could bring her machine over and look at the pups.  

"No, please. Come in." I told her. Sarah shrugged and closed the door.  

"Alrighty then" she said and brought her machine close to Maia, checked to make sure she had all her supplies and turned off the light. She lifted up Maia's shirt and took off the cuffs. Sarah squeezed out some gel onto her stomach and pressed the imaging wand on Maia. Sarah, still paying attention to her screen, moving the wand around and pressing a button on her machine to capture what she was seeing.  

"So, who's the lucky man? Daddy to be?" She tried to break the ice. Dean and I hesitated as she snapped more pictures.  

"Uh, we're not sure, exactly." I said rubbing my thumb into my sweaty palms. Sarah raised an eyebrow. 

"Is that so? Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll find out soon." She told us before making an excited gasp. 

"Why hello there little kumquat. See, right as rain." She turned the monitor screen so we could get a better look. I could just make out the outline of human features, so tiny but definite. I had to remember to take a breath in. Dean spoke up next. 

"Isn't there supposed to be two? Where's the other one? I only see one circle...thing." Dean struggled to find the proper name for placenta.  

"Oh, you mean placenta? The other one is in there. Let me just scoot on over here. There we go. It's common for twins to have separate placentas, most people get scared when they don't see another pup right next to the first one. but it's perfectly normal. Hmmmm, how far along did you say she was?" Sarah said, concern showing in her voice as she hovered over the second pup, visibly smaller than the one we just saw.  

"10 weeks." Dean and I said simultaneously.  

"What a funky dunk. You, little walnut are supposed to be the same size as your womb-mate. Hehe sorry I don't get to make that joke often. There's plenty of room to grow and it's still early so I don't know why there's such a size difference. Pup A, the kumquat is the proper size. But, Pup B, looks like it's stuck in week 7. Has your mate been eating properly?"  She asked. 

" Actually, no. It's hard for her to stomach most foods. This isn't her first pregnancy and it's way different from her last one. the vomiting is ruthless. Today we went to the store to shop for foods she could eat. when we came home we found her.. knocked out." I explained exchanging looks with Dean on occasion. 

"Aww that sounds horrible. Well, we'll get her some pills that will help with the nausea. Little Walnut needs to grow big and strong like your brother or sister. I'll get these images to the on-site OBGYN asap. She'll know more about why this is happening and will explain it in detail. Alrighty Momma all done. You need to wake up though. Do you guys want a copy?" Sarah asked wiping the gel off our mates' stomach. Sarah put the cuffs back on and turned the light back on, making me wince from the sudden brightness.  

"Yeah we'll take a copy." Dean said.  

"Sure thing. No problem. Congratulations, sirs." she told us as she left. I got back up and moved to my side when the door closed again.  we sat there for about an hour before the doctor came in. 

Dean: 

All these waiting games were killing me. I need straightforward answers but most of all I need Maia to wake the fuck up. I thought just hearing the different heart beats scared the shit out of me. Seeing the size difference made me want to break something in the room. Thankfully the doctor who came in to talk to us sounded like she was a no-nonsense chick. I was thoroughly fed up with Sarah and especially that Hugo bastard.  

The Doc came in and sat in between Me and Sammy, at the foot of Maia's bed.  

"Hi, I'm Dr. Jennifer Janey. I saw the pictures. And there is one thing that comes to mind if my calculations are correct. You guys are the threesome right?" she introduced herself briefly and shook our hands, pretty firm for a woman, must be an Alpha. A flash of annoyance came over me as I stood leaning over Maia's bed railing. My ass was aching from being numb, sitting all this time. 

"You know how wrong that sounds, right?" I told her. 

"Sorry, word travels fast here, especially with Hugo- the-Gossip-queen. Sorry about him. Look I don't want to beat around the bush here. I know what that mark means. How much of a time gap was it when you three had sex?" A chill ran up my spine making me squirm a little. I hate this mark making everyone think we screwed Maia at the same time. Ugh. Sammy spoke up first. 

"Uh. Okay. I had sex with her first." he scratched the back of his head, he was embarrassed to talk about this.  

"Did your knot lock?" She asked shamelessly. Sam started to blush but nodded. Dr.Janey made a mental note before swiveling in her chair to face me. 

"Later that night, I screwed her too. What does this have to do with anything?" I asked wanting to replace the word screwed with raped. I had no control over my black-eyed self. I just didn't care, I stole what I wanted and what I wanted I got. I frowned remembering the bruises I'd left on her.  

"Knot?" She asked. The question snapping me out of my deep thought process.  

"Yeah, more than once." I said. She looked at me more intensely. 

 "Alright, I lost count once I hit five." Confessing something that Sammy didn't even know yet. he gave me a pissed off look realizing just how rough with Maia I had to be to get to that point. 

"the truth shall set you free. Although rare, there's a condition that happens when two different males, have sex with a heated Omega in a short period of time. It's called Hetero-paternal Superfecundation." she paused to make sure we were following. 

I leaned over the rail more, "Did you just quote Mary Poppins?"  

"Hetero-what?" Sam asked equally confused. If Brainiac didn't know what she was talking about then this had to be extraordinary. She exhaled getting aggravated with us. 

"No. It's called Hetero-paternal Superfecundation. When you had sex the first time, an egg released like normal, your swimmer attached itself to that egg, making Pup A. later that night, your mate was still fertile-myrtle when you, had sex with her. She released another egg and your swimmer attached itself to it, making Pup B." she explained looking both of us in the eyes and switching her eye contact between Sammy and I as she talked. 

"The pups inside your mate right now are half siblings. Two differently fathered pups in the same batch, essentially." she ended. 

"Holy crap. I'm a father." Sam said, shock clear on his face. And so am I, again. 

"How does this explain the different sizes? And why won't our mate wake up? Is she, sick?" I said needing to sit back down.  

"That's what I'm stumped on. I'm sorry I don't have all the answers. Somethings just happen. You two look exhausted. Why don't you grab yourselves something to eat at the cafeteria and think things through? Hopefully your wife will be awake by then. Congratulations, guys." She said as she shook our hands again and left. I rubbed my forehead and sighed. Why does the weirdest shit always happen to us? I kissed Maia's hand again and headed for the door.  

"I need some fucking pie. You comin'?" I asked Sammy staring at Maia's stomach for a moment. Sam didn't answer me but stood up anyway. Maia doesn't look like she's going to wake up in the next thirty minutes. we'll eat and be back in no time.  

I finished my slice of pumpkin pie mulling over the Docs words. Two pups inside her with two different fathers. I'm excited to be a Dad again but I can't help but wonder who's is the weaker one? That terrifies me. What if it dies? Walking back to Maia's room I overheard an obnoxious conversation and recognized it to be that ass-hat Hugo. Good he's on lunchbreak. My time to give him a face-lift. I started to walk closer to his direction, Sammy tagging along but not as invested as I was. I shoved my hands in my front pockets, acting casual. 

"I know right? Have you heard about the admission in room three? What a circus show! I mean they're brothers and that omega's pregnant with both their pups at the same time! What a typical Omega whore. How much of a slut do you have to be, am I right?" Said Hugo to one of his co-workers. On the inside I was boiling but I kept my composure as best as possible.  

"Hey, Hugo, right? We need to talk." I took the collar of his blue scrubs and heaved him out of his chair. the Beta gave a whimper. Sam heard what he said too, patting Hugo on the back and whispering something in his ear. 

"You're going to choke on those words, asshole." He told him.  

I pushed him out of the double doors, sending his worthless ass to the pavement where he belonged. Sam picked him up  holding his head up for me to swing. 

"So Hugo, what did you call our wife again?" I asked cracking my knuckles. He whimpered. 

"I didn't mean it, honest! You two have a wonderful mate. A real peach." He tried to weakly defend himself. 

"C'mon, nobody likes liars. 'Course you meant it. Say it Beta, let me hear it again. Now!" I rose my voice and he flinched. 

"I called her a whore and a slut." His voice disappeared cowardly at the insults but it was more than enough for me. He yelped like the pussy he was when I cracked his nose. I gave him another on for good measure. Sam threw him to the ground, not being worth the effort to beat. I leaned over in his face.  

"Good Beta. Stay Beta. If I see your ass around her room again, I'll make sure you need a follow up with your dentist, alright?" I told him. He nodded fervently.  

That was a fun let off of steam but worry still festered in the back of my mind. We made it back to Maia's room when I saw Sarah in there with her, the tech from earlier. Maia's stomach was exposed and Sarah was mumbling something to it. Major red flags.  

Sam and I entered her room, trying to catch Sarah off guard.  Sam closed the door behind us making her jump. What the fuck are you up to, little weasel? She turned around trying to recover Maia's stomach.  

"Hi guys. Back so soon?" she asked.  

"Oh that's not how this works, bitch. Don't act like we didn't just see that. why are you here?" I am done with everybody's shit today. 

"I thought I forgot something. but I didn't so I'll leave." she said shuffling her feet. When Sam reached for her, she held out a hand, pinning us to the walls behind us. She slowly pulled Maia's shirt up, revealing her small bump. I couldn't break free. 

"I should call DCF on you two. Abusing your child while it's still in the womb. How cruel, even for a gal like me." she blinked her eyes, black as coal. Demon. Fuck.  

"I expected you to catch on more quickly, Dean. I guess you really do love this Omega-harlot. Aww it's alright guys. She's in better hands now. I mean have you ever seen such a beautiful piece of Hell?" She caressed Maia's stomach and bent down, kissing her flesh.  

"Get your filthy hands off her!" Sam and I interjected simultaneously trying harder to break free, but nothing let up. 

"I'll make sure little walnut grows nice and strong. For behold darkness shall cover the Earth. As the old dick used to say."  

"What does a demon want with our mate?" Sam asked in an attempt to distract the black-eyed bitch. It was working. Sam and I were able to pry our heads away from the wall. 

"You Alphascan be so thick-headed. She's carrying the world's first were-cambion. Sired by a Knight of Hell. The intense pregnancy symptoms, the difference in sizes, the incapacitated 'Mega. Hell, I bet your angel hasn't been able to heal her either? That's why she's here. I'll make sure your pup gets proper care. Momma needs to down gallons of demon blood to catch up. Congratulations, suckers." Sarah touched Maia hand and vanished Maia disappearing with her.  

My and Sam's body's fell to the ground, being released from the demons grip. NO NO NO! this can't be happening. She's gone?! How did I not see this coming? Of course knotting Maia when I was south of the border would end up like this. This is my fault. it's always my fucking fault! I put my fist through the drywall. She's gone, because of me. Her life is in jeopardy again, because of me. Sam's pup is in danger too. I took the nearest chair and broke it over the corner of a wall when Sam's phone rang. What the fuck could it be now?! he answered, my chest was heaving and I ran my hands through the back of my hair. 

Sam's eyes widened, he put it on speaker so I could hear too. 

"Fret not young Anakin, Padme is safe with me. My apologies about Sarah, Sister-wives. She's new. Really I'm not the villain here. Your sweet little Omega needs some proper nutrients. Ta-ta for now, Papa-Moose and Papa-Squirrel."  

"CROWLEY?! I swear to fucking God, if she's not in one piece!-" the line clicked dead before I could get out another word. I let out a guttural growl, I could feel it in my bloodstream, I was turning feral. 

Maia: 

I couldn't smell anything. My whole body was sore so I groaned. My head ached like I had hit it on something. I yanked my arm up to try and nurse my throbbing skull but it wouldn't budge. My eyes opened, light flooding my vision. One of those huge hospital lights was above my head. I craned my neck down to see why I couldn't move off this gurney. Where was I? I was just about to make pancakes for Ros, right? My head panged, making me wince and slam my head back down to the softness below me.  

"Ugh, Dean? Sam? Alphas?!" I called out. I heard distinct clicks of dress-shoes come closer to me. And the scent of whiskey but very different, potent. and not Dean's. 

"Try not to squirm, Dear. You'll hurt your pups." Said the voice getting closer. his accent was thick and I didn't recognize the voice. This is bad, very bad. I started to cry, thinking that this was one of Felix's compadre's come for revenge. Wait, pups? How does this freak even know I'm pregnant? And how does he know I'm having two? Or, maybe more? He hovered over me, I squinted my vision focusing. The man smiled back at me eerily. 

"Hello, Darling. Pleasure finally meeting you. Dean wouldn't stop talking about you when he went on his hiatus. Crowley's the name, King of Hell. Welcome home." 

End chapter 13.