#driverside

[littleplantfreak]

one time a deer ran into my car and im pretty sure its cause of the cursed cymbal monkey i bought that day but if it hits ME that’s not saying anything about my driving technically

[foldingpaperflowers]

I just saw a news article that reminded me of the funniest story I heard a few weeks ago. A bit of background, my grandma has a farm that's been in the family since the 40s. When I was a kid the farms near her were all family farms, but now most of them have been sold off to New Farmers.

Anyways I guess at some point over the the summer, one of the new farmers had a horse escape. My aunties saw it walking alone so they grabbed some gear and went to save it from the road. By the time they caught up with it, there was a cop car pulled up by the horse.

So my aunties go and ask if the cop needs a hand.

Another important piece of background info is that while there is quite a bit of agriculture here, most people who live here probably have very minimal experience with farm animals. I guess the cop was one of those people. My auntie said he was pale as a ghost and the first thing he said to her was "the horse stuck it's head my window. Why would it do that"

And my other auntie was like "it was just curious, why didn't you catch it?"

"It stuck IT'S HEAD RIGHT THROUGH my window."

My aunties, being raised doing farmwork on horseback didnt get it "Yeah? So? Why didn't you catch it??"

The cop was like "I didn't have a rope or anything"

"You couldn't have just used your belt?"

He looked at my aunt like she was crazy and said he hadn't thought of that.

And my aunt the funniest fucking woman on earth responded with "Aren't you the Royal Canadian MOUNTED Police?"

[onlymingyus]

First Snow (Teaser)

pairing; jeon wonwoo x f reader

genre; fluff, angst, smut (minors dni)

warnings; ceo!wonwoo, single mom!reader, reader has a son, divorce is mentioned, ex-husband, parent of reader mentioned, svt members cameos, eating/drinking, alcohol, slight power imbalance (assistant!reader), unprotected sex, sexual health talk/reader iud, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, teasing, pet names, switch!wonwoo, switch!reader, manhandling (wonwoo can lift the reader), tears of pleasure, scratching, breast play, body worship, begging -- i am sure i am missing something.

w/c; 33k and some change + 1.1k of bonus content exclusive to patreon (1.5k this teaser)

a/n; this was a pleasure to write and it certainly got out of hand. i love a good plot. i hope you enjoy it and merry christmas/happy holidays my babes. thank you to @wonwussy for proofreading.

this fic will be released sunday 12/24 at 3 pm est to read it now subscribe to my patreon and click here

With the cheesecake securely placed in the backseat floorboard, you watch Wonwoo grin at you from his driverside window before he opens the door and slides in beside you, starting the car. 

“Will the cheesecake make it?”   

Laughing, Wonwoo purses his lips and leans his head back against the headrest before nodding firmly. 

“She’ll make it. Couldn’t have something so precious sliding around the backseat or the trunk. Speaking of…” 

Furrowing your brows, you laugh when Wonwoo leans across the center console to reach over you, grabbing your seatbelt to click it into place. 

“Now everything precious in my car is secure.” 

“You are so full of shit, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

Meeting your eyes, Wonwoo glances down at your lips with a small chuckle before moving back into his seat. He wanted to kiss you but like this, in his car? That wasn’t the move. No matter how pretty you were, no matter how much he wanted it, he could wait. 

“Maybe, but it’s true.” 

You could tell he wanted to kiss you and you were almost sad when Wonwoo moved back from you. Your breath had hitched in your throat but at the same time, you felt relief when he hadn’t kissed you. You needed time to get your brain in the right place. Shaking your head, you reach up to brush your hair from your forehead and clear your throat into a small laugh as Wonwoo drives back in the direction of your house. 

“Such a smooth talker. Not as smooth as Jeonghan, but pretty smooth.” 

A gasp of faux shock leaves Wonwoo’s mouth, causing you to laugh as he reaches over from the gearshift to slide his fingers along your wrist and into your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“I’m appalled.” 

Glancing down at your hand and Wonwoo's, you feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around to the point where you feel queasy. You can’t help but smile like a girl falling in love for the first time as you bite at your lip and shake your head, trying to regain your composure. 

"Oh, I’m sure you are. Entirely appalled and disgusted.” 

Wonwoo grins, his thumb gliding along yours as his hand rests on your lap. He feels the fingers of your other hand tracing the back of his hand and Wonwoo thinks he has died and gone to heaven over such a simple action. 

“I am, completely.” 

You just smile, looking down at Wonwoo’s hand as you trace each of his fingers, watching as he extends them to let you do so. Your head is tilting as you marvel at how pretty his hand is and how much you are enjoying his attention. You had almost forgotten what you were talking about, so much so that you just hummed out a sound to his words, making Wonwoo glance at you and smile as you lean your head back on the headrest and close your eyes. 

“Take a nap; it’s a long drive.” 

Wonwoo watches you shake your head no, muttering something about keeping him company but as soon as he starts to tell you it’s okay, he’s smiling at your soft breath, knowing you lost your own fight. 

Sliding his hand from yours, Wonwoo reaches up to brush his fingers over your cheek before keeping his hands on the wheel, unwilling to let anything happen to the most precious thing in the car while he was driving. 

When you feel the car come to a stop and hear Wonwoo’s deep but soft voice say your name, you furrow your brows, instantly realizing what had happened. Opening your eyes slowly, you frown, seeing the front of your house, before looking over to a smiling Wonwoo who chuckles at your cute frown. 

“You let me sleep.” 

Wonwoo nods, reaching to brush his thumb across your cheek as you whine his name, feeling frustrated with yourself. 

“Of course I did. You had drinks and I know you don’t sleep enough. You weren’t asleep for more than an hour. Come on, don't be upset.” 

You just pout at Wonwoo as you undo your seatbelt, causing the man to laugh once again. You were unbearably cute and all he wanted to do was take care of you. He wanted to take you inside and make love to you, let you curl up against him, and sleep the night away but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. 

“Seriously, I’m happy you got some rest. Let me walk you to the door.” 

Watching Wonwoo slide from his seat, you are surprised to see him stop at the backseat, taking out the cheesecake, before he moves to your door to see you looking at him suspiciously. 

“I got it for you.” 

You wanted to hit him but you were afraid he would drop the probably incredibly expensive cheesecake and it was far too delicious for that. 

“Why? It’s your favorite.” 

Wonwoo hums in agreement, moving to the side so you can stand beside him and lead him towards your front door. 

“But you are my favorite and you liked it so much. Maybe I can enjoy a piece of it sometime soon.” 

Swallowing hard, you understand the underlying message of his words. Did he want to be invited inside? For cheesecake, were you the cheesecake? God, you were being ridiculous and reading far too much into this. 

Wonwoo can almost see the wheels turning in your head as he stands beside you on your porch. It was cold; you were already shivering and as much as he wanted to stay and talk to you and be with you for longer, he didn’t want you to catch a cold. You watch as he turns to set the bag down in a chair on your front porch before turning back to you with a smile. 

“I hope you had a good time." 

You tilt your head a bit like a confused puppy and Wonwoo can’t help but coo at you under his breath, taking a step towards you to not only block the wind but also run his hands along your arms over your coat. 

“Yeah, I did. Thank you. I would love to see you again.” 

That made Wonwoo smile brighter than you had seen all night. He knew he had done this right. Nodding, Wonwoo bites at his bottom lip, glancing at yours, before sighing your name and closing his eyes briefly before biting the bullet and speaking up. 

“May I kiss you?” 

He was asking? God, your head was spinning. You couldn’t remember the last date you went on, and at the end of the date, the man actually asked you before he kissed you. This was some romance novel shit and you were living for it. Nodding, you whimper out a yes as Wonwoo’s thumb brushes your jawline up to your ear. 

A small smile pulls at Wonwoo’s lips as he nods to let you know he heard you before he leans down to brush his lips against yours for the first time, listening to your whine into the kiss. You were so cute and the sound went straight to his head and his pants. 

Gripping your arms briefly to calm himself, Wonwoo then slides his hands down to yours, taking them into his own and linking his fingers with yours before deepening the kiss. He wanted more; he could taste the chocolate still on your tongue but mostly he could just taste you and that was intoxicating. You were better than he had even imagined. 

Leaning up to meet his kiss, you tighten your hands in Wonwoo's, digging your nails into the back of his hands when Wonwoo’s tongue glides along yours. This was one hell of a first kiss. He was making your knees feel weak, your stomach was doing flips, and all your body was doing was screaming his name. 

Pulling back from the kiss gently, Wonwoo nudges your nose with his as he smiles, feeling you chase him. He wanted to give you more. He wanted to give in and ask to come inside but he knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to be that guy. He didn’t want to give you that impression of him. So instead, he leans to kiss your cheek and then your jaw, listening to your whimper as he catches his breath, keeping his voice low. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

Holding the cheesecake in your arms, you rest your back against the door, listening to Wonwoo’s car drive out of your driveway and disappear down the road before you can make yourself move. Your lips still tingling, you close your eyes and stomp your feet like Jacob during one of his tantrums before walking towards the kitchen, putting the box into the fridge, and shutting it with more force than necessary. 

You weren’t mad at Wonwoo for leaving. You knew it was for the best. You weren’t that girl. You didn’t give yourself up the first day but for him...  God, you would have. After that kiss, you were uncomfortable and needy and all you wanted was to call him and tell him to come back and finish what he had started but instead you kicked your shoes off and fell on your bed, whispering Wonwoo’s name like a prayer.

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[callsign-dexter]

Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Request: hi

I was wondering if you could write a mav x daughter where he took her to work with him (maybe the second movie but it is up to you) and she falls asleep in the control tower and bradley finds her and brings her to mav. maybe she didn't sleep that good the night before so mav doesn't want to wake her up so he just holds her and carrys on with his day but with a sleeping child. everyone on base thinks it is hilarious so no one takes him seriously lol. also maybe she wakes up at one point but he is able to help her back to sleep very quickly and the admirals think that it is funny how such a reckless pilot can be such a good dad.

100% your choice thank you for your time

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

First Installment: Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Second Installment: A Father's Fury

Warnings: Fluff

Masterlist

Maverick loved his little spitfire of a daughter. His little girl was the spitting image of him right down to her attitude. Once she set her mind to something forget about trying to change her mind. Her eyes were the same color as his, whatever color they may be.

In all honesty, if it were up to Maverick he would bring his little girl to work with him every day. Everyone loved his 3-year-old little girl. She was in preschool, the one on base, and it only went half a day so she was preoccupied during the morning and she usually went to Penny and Amelia during the afternoon. But the preschool called early Friday morning saying that they were closed due to a bug going around the school. It was too late for him to try and get a babysitter and Penny was gone with Amelia on a sailing trip. So when he got ready to go to work he got her ready to go with him but it was nowhere a peaceful night for either of them.

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It was a Thursday and Maverick had just picked his daughter up for school. As he went in to get her, her teacher stopped him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell. I wanted to raise some concerns with you about your daughter." Ms. Lake said to him and that surprised him, she had never given him any problem before.

"Oh?" Maverick questioned.

"She has been very irritable and had been refusing to do anything we asked. Is there anything that could cause her to be like this?" Mrs. Lake asked and Maverick stood there to think.

"None that I know of. She was fine when I got her ready and dropped her off this morning." Maverick told the teacher and the teacher nodded.

"If there is anything that I can do, please don't hesitate to call." She said and Maverick nodded. She left him to go and greet some other parents, Maverick stood there watching his daughter and after a few minutes walked over to her. He bent down to her level.

"Hey, Sweetheart." He said to her and she instantly perked up.

"Daddy!" She practically yelled out to him and launched herself into his arms and thanks to his quick reflexes caught her. "Miss you." She said and Maverick smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He needed to get to the bottom of her attitude.

"You ready to go?" He asked her and she nodded frantically. As they were walking Mrs. Lake looked at them and shrugged her shoulders and Maverick did the same back to her, this was a complete 180 from the girl just a few hours ago. He felt her nod her head and buried her face into his neck. He grabbed her backpack off of the hook and slung it over the shoulder that she wasn't occupying.

Maverick walked out of the building and to his blacked-out Chevrolet Silverado. He unlocked it and opened the back door to where her car seat sat. He still had his motorcycle but now that he had her it got used less and less. He still had his hanger but also had an actual house close to the base. When she came into his life his living situation and car situation changed... dramatically. He buckled her into the car seat and put her backpack beside her and got into the driverside, he buckled in and started the engine, and started his 40-minute drive home, more if there is traffic. "How was your day, Sweetheart?" Maverick asked her and she was quiet for a minute and he looked in the review mirror.

"It ok." She said in a quiet voice not looking at him and fidgeting with some of her hair. This worried her father. She was never like this. She was normally outgoing and for her to shut down and lash out was not right.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked her. He was stopped at a stoplight so he could look at her longer and she shook her.

"No, Daddy." She said after a minute she added "Nothing wrong." She said and finally looked up at him. He nodded and then the light turned green and he paid attention to the road, something he started doing since he was driving with precious cargo.

Finally, they arrived home. Normally he would take her to Penny and go back to work but since it was actually raining for once in California they grounded all jets until the storm let up. He pulled into the driveway opened the garage and pulled in and killed the engine. He shut the garage as he was getting out and shut his door and then opened the driverside back door and unbuckled his daughter and they carried on into the house and grabbed her backpack. "Ok, Sweetheart. What do you want to eat?" He asked her as he put her down on the ground along with her backpack and toed off his shoes and helped her take hers off.

"Mac n' cheese." She said in a quiet voice this was not his energetic little girl he dropped off this morning.

"Ok. Do you want to help me make it?" He asked her and she shrugged her shoulders. "Do you want to go and watch some cartoons while it's being made?" He asked her and she nodded her head. "Ok, Sweetheart go ahead and sit on the couch I'll bring it to you when it's done." He said and she nodded and hurried off to the living room. She was fine leaving him since she knew he was just a short amount of feet away.

Once the food was done, he grabbed two bowls and filled them, and brought them to the living room. Y/N was lying down when she heard her dad come into the living room she sat up and he handed her a bowl, and sat down next to her. They were silent as they ate while watching reruns of Tom and Jerry. He needed to get to the bottom of this. "Sweetheart, your teacher said you were acting out. Why is that?" He asked her, noticing she was done eating, and so was he. He took the bowls and sat them on the coffee table.

"You in accident. You leave me." She said and the realization hit him hard.

"Sweetheart, where did you hear that?" Maverick asked her.

"Roo and Jakey." She said not looking at him with tears in her eyes. His heart melted. He was also going to have a talking to those two men.

"It's ok. I'm not going anywhere." He said and opened his arms and she crawled into them and snuggled into him. But he knew she wasn't listening and it was going to be a long night.

Throughout the rest of the day, they hung together and did some inside activities due to the rain. Each time he left the room she would panic and call out for Maverick. It was supper time and they were having her favorite, chicken strips and fries.

They had sat down at the dinner table and she was quiet. This really wasn't like his energetic 3-year-old. "Sweetheart you hungry?" He asked her and she shook her head no. "Can you at least eat something?" He asked almost pleading. She nodded and slowly ate her dinner once she had her fill she pushed her plate away. Maverick had long finished eating. "You done?" He asked her and she nodded her head. "Ok. Ready for a bath and bed?" He asked her she stayed quiet.

"No bath." She said and shook her head as Maverick got her from her seat and headed towards the bathroom. She started to squirm. "No bath, Daddy." She said and Maverick sighed.

"Please for me." He said and she looked into his eyes.

"Otay." She said with an eye roll. He reached the bathroom and sat her down while kneeling in front of her. He started to run the bath and found the right temperature and plugged the tub. Maverick watched it fill up while undressing her with little help from her. Once it was the right amount he stopped the water and sat her down in the tub. She didn't play much which made it easy for Maverick but also worried him. He washed her hair and gently cleaned her.

"Ok. Bedtime." He said and started to get her towel he unplugged the tub and let the water drain "Stand up." He said gently and she did. He stood up and wrapped the towel around her he dried her off some and picked her up and attacked her neck with kisses and she giggled. Once she was somewhat dry he carried her to her room and started to get her dressed. He sat on the bed and had her stand while he brushed out her hair.

Maverick got off the bed and pulled the covers back and picked up his daughter. He laid her in her bed and tucked her I'm. He grabbed a book and sat down leaning against the headboard and started to read to her until he was finished. He started to leave "Ok, Sweetheart. Have a goodnight and sweet dreams." He said and kissed her forehead but her brow furrowed.

"Daddy no leave." She said and started to cry. He stopped in his tracks.

"Sweetheart, you have to go to sleep." He said and she shook her head.

"No." She said and be sighed.

"I'll stay just until you fall asleep." True to his word he did just that. He got into the same position as he did when he read her a bedtime story. She snuggled into him and 20 minutes later she was out like a light... for now.

Once her breathing evened out he carefully got up. He quietly crept to the door and opened it, walked out, and cracked it. It was only 9:20 PM so he decided to do something work around the house until 10 PM.

9:30 PM rolled around and he heard little patters of feet coming out of his daughter's room. Maverick sighed. Y/N appeared in the living room where he was folding clothes. "Sweetheart. What are you doing up?" He asked and she looked at him and rubbed her eyes.

"Me no sleep without you." She said and he walked over to her and picked her up.

"At least try for me." Maverick asked and she shook her head.

"No." She said and pouted.

"Please?" He asked her.

"Na-uh." She said. He was getting frustrated but took some breaths and calmed down.

"You're going back to bed." He said sternly and walked to her bedroom with her in his arms. When he got there he gently laid her down and tucked her in, again, and walked out of the room. She stayed there for 10 minutes just enough time for him to put away some clothing of his. Then he heard little patters of feet, again. He turned to find her at the entrance of his bedroom. "Y/N." He warned and she gave him a look like 'What are you gonna do about it?' He picked her up and walked to her bedroom again and laid her down and wordlessly walked out of her room.

Maverick went back to his room to finish up and when 9:50 PM rolled around here came his daughter. He turned to greet her "Y/N Carole Mitchell. Bed now." He said sternly not raising his voice and picked her up and walked her back to her room once again.

10 PM rolled around he didn't hear anything so he got ready for bed and laid down. He was just about to go to sleep when he heard his name being called in almost a panic.

"DADDY!" Y/N yelled out and that had him shooting out of his bed and into her room. He flipped on the light and saw his daughter with tear tracks down her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asked.

"You gone." She said and Maverick sighed.

"Oh, Sweetheart." He said and walked over to her and hugged her. "Do you want to go sleep in Daddy’s bed?" He asked and she nodded. He picked her up and walked to his room. When he got there he tucked her in and cuddled her. He fell asleep when he felt her breath even out.

They might've slept for an hour before she was tossing and turning and calling out to Maverick. He would wake up startled and then wake her up.

This kept happening each hour on the dot. Let's just say neither of them got any sleep. 7:30 AM rolled but both of them were already awake. They were in the kitchen, Maverick was nursing a coffee leaning back on the counter watching his daughter eat breakfast. They both had a tired look on their face and bags under their eyes.

Maverick zoned out and when his phone rang it started him. He picked it up and before he could say hello the automated voice of his daughter’s preschool came through. "This is Miramar Navy Preschool. Due to the flu going around the school will be closed for the day. We'll let you know when classes resume. Thank you and have a good day." Well, it looks like Y/N would be coming to work with him. "Sweetheart, it looks like you're coming to work with me today." Maverick said and she looked at him and smiled. He grabbed her backpack and started filling it with things he needed.

"Me like going to work with you." She said and that caused him to smile. After he had his coffee and she had her breakfast. Maverick got them both ready to go to work and headed that way.

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When he got to work he pulled into his parking spot labeled Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, parked, killed the engine, and got out. He then got Y/N out and carried her along with her backpack filled with food, books, and toys to work with him. He walked into the building and into his office and closed the door. "Ok," he said and got down on her level after setting her down "If you can't be with me then you go to Rooster or Hondo. Understand?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes, Daddy." She replied as she looked into his same-colored eyes. He nodded and started to set her up next to him. He sat her on the chair and he got to work. The door was shut so anyone that needed to come had to knock. There wasn't much going on that morning until he needed to be up in his jet at noon.

Noon rolled around quicker than anticipated. He called Hondo in and a few minutes later he was strolling in. "What can I do for you Mav?" He asked then he saw Y/N.

"I was wondering if you could take her while I'm up in the air. Rooster is going to be up there with me along with most of Daggers. Also, new students are coming in." Maverick said while being preoccupied but aware of the conversation. He looked up when he was done talking.

"Of course Mav. Anywhere you want me to take her?" He asked and Maverick shook his head.

"Just keep her entertained." Mav said.

"What about the control tower?" Hondo asked Maverick.

"That's fine." He said and then turned to his daughter, who in turn looked at her father. "You stay with Hondo and if he leaves you in the control tower you stay there. Understood?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes, Daddy." She said and Maverick nodded and then stood up and picked her up. He brought her over to Hondo and handed her off. Once he started to leave she started throwing a fit and Maverick stopped.

"Sweetheart, I'll be back in a little bit. You'll get to see me up in the air in the control tower. I promise." Maverick said and she seemed to think it over and then rubbed her eyes, a sign of her being tired, she nodded her head. They went off their separate ways.

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As Hondo was walking he got stares but nobody asked. Once he arrived at the control tower he walked inside and sat her down. "Remember what your dad said right?" He asked her when he bent down to her height and she nodded her head.

"Uh-huh." She said and he nodded.

"Good. Do you want to go and sit up front?" He asked and she nodded enthusiastically and he smiled so was so a Mini Maverick. He took her up there and sat her down next to the person in control and boy did she ask a lot of questions.

She got really excited when the jets began taking off, of course in Maverick fashion he buzzed the tower and she squealed excitedly. "Daddy!" She yelled out and looked out into the air with big round doe eyes.

After a few more rounds of questions, and the person in control answered patiently, the lack of sleep was getting to her. In no less than 20 minutes she was out like a light snoring softly.

Hondo walked up to them and saw her asleep. He didn't want to wake her so he quietly told the person next to her that he got called away and that she needed to stay here. Really what happened was that the young hotshot students made a bet just like the Daggers did and now had to do 200 pushups.

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After everyone landed Maverick and the others did a post-flight check. Maverick walked to Hondo. "Where's Y/N?" He asked him.

"She fell asleep in the control tower." He said

"She should be good up there while I go and lecture these students. But I don't want her to overstay her welcome." He said sounding conflicted then Bradley walked over having heard the conversation.

"It's alright Mav. I'll go and get her. I'm done with everything. " He told him and he nodded.

"Jut don't wake her up. She didn't have a very good night last night." Maverick said and Bradley nodded.

"You got it Mav." Bradley said and headed towards the control tower. Once he got there he took the stairs two at a time. He opened the door and stood there for a minute and spotted her. He walked over to her and she was sound asleep.

"She wasn't too much trouble was she?" He asked the person in charge and they shook their head.

"Not at all." They said and Bradley smiled and nodded. He carefully picked her up without waking her and got her situated. She wiggled a little bit but stayed asleep snuggling into Bradley's neck. He began to move and tightened his hold as he began to descend the steps when he took the first step she woke up for just a moment.

"Roo?" She asked as she sleepily looked up at him.

"Yes, MJ?" He asked, he was the first to give her the nickname Maverick Jr. which than got shortened to MJ.

"Where we go?" She asked already leaning her head back onto her shoulders and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"We're going to your dad." He said and she hmmed and went back to sleep. He chuckled and started to descend the stairs once again. Bradley was the older brother she always wanted. He walked to Maverick's office but he wasn't there. Bradley continued to walk around the building with a sleeping 3-year-old until he found him in a classroom having just finished teaching. He walked in and Maverick lit up with a smile.

"Did she wake up?" He asked Bradley.

"Once but went right back to sleep afterwards." He told him and Maverick nodded. Maverick carefully unwrapped her arms from Bradley's neck and then transitioned her over to him and she clung to him like a koala. They both started to walk out of the room to Maverick's office when they got stopped by Cyclone, Warlock, and another visting Admiral.

"Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw." Admiral West started "Maverick I must say it's interesting to see such a reckless pilot being a dad." He said in a teasing manner but they didn't take it like that. When the Daggers had successfully completed the mission they were prompted.

"As reckless as Maverick is in the skies. He's an even better dad. He's taken care of Y/N ever since she was a newborn." Warlock said taking up for Maverick. Admiral West scoffed.

"It is very true that he is a very good father. I respect him for that. I know it's not easy to balance a 3-year-old and a demanding job." Cyclone said as if Maverick and Bradley weren't there. Warlock turned to Maverick.

"How was training?" He asked him.

"It was good. If you want we can go to the conference room and discuss the training." Maverick suggested and they did just that. Bradley offered to take Y/N but Maverick didn't want to move her again since she was sleeping, and sleeping well.

The debriefing on the class and training was going well but Maverick and Bradley could tell that Admiral West was not taking him seriously. "Sorry to interrupt but is something wrong?" Maverick asked directing his attention to the visiting Admiral.

"How can I take you seriously with a child in your arms?" Admiral West asked and Bradley just about had enough and he didn't care if he got in trouble.

"You should take him seriously anytime no matter if he has his daughter in his arms or not. He's a great pilot and a great father." Bradley said and the Admiral looked at him with a shocked expression on his face.

"Excuse me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw that is no way to treat your higher up." Admiral West said and before he could anybody else speak.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Admiral West. If you're not going to respect a Captain who successfully returned all aviators and WSOs home, then you need leave. Now." Cyclone said, and Admiral West scoffed and got up and left the room. Maverick was shocked that Cyclone would stand up for him.

Cyclone turned to Maverick and nodded. "You are dismissed. You can go back to your office and let that little girl sleep. We'll let you know when you're needed." Cyclone said.

"What about the other classes?" Maverick asked still shocked.

"Rooster will be taking care of those along with the other Daggers." Warlock said and Maverick nodded and both Cyclone and Warlock got up and left. Maverick looked at Bradley.

"That was brave of you." Maverick said

"Well, he had no right to speak about you like that." Bradley said.

"Thank you." He told Bradley

"Anytime, Mav." Bradley said to him. They got up and started in their own direction. Maverick arrived at his office where he sat down with his little girl in his arms, who hadn't moved even with all the talking.

Every now and then she would move in her sleep but wouldn't wake up. She would just snuggle into him deeper and that brought a smile onto his face. Maverick was just glad to have her in his life. Nothing could take her away from him, not now and not ever, she is his everything. Y/N was his mini co-pilot. He started on his plans for his next class that was going to be taught by Bradley and the others. It was just him holding his little girl in silence with the sounds of the occasional jet flying by. That was his paradise.

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How to be a Heartbreaker part 2

Paring female reader and Clapton Davis

Warning 18+ MDNI. Smut warning

Special thanks to wifey @taylormarieee

Summary you and your boyfriend Clapton have been fighting and the two of you just had sex in detention ⚠️ the teacher is on the way to the classroom ⚠️

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"Babe come on give me my underwear the teacher is coming "whispered yell

Clapton smirks at you with his signature smile

"I'm wearing a dress come on!" you beg

Clapton walks over to you and starts Spinning your panties in Your face "quit playing with me give it here" you say as he pulls them back

"Can you quit being an idiot for two seconds" you say in a huff

" Can you quit being a brat for two seconds?" he replies back teasingly

Boy who do you think you talking too!?" you shout

The two of you can hear the teacher getting closer

Clapton switches to a desk that's next to you

He sits down with a smug look looking pleased with himself you can see the mischievous look in brown eyes

Mr. Willams walks into the classroom he looks around and sees that your working on something and that Clapton is messing with his fingers

"We have 15 minutes left in detention, "Mr Willams says sitting at his desk

You roll your eyes and they land on Clapton who still has the biggest smirk on his face

You give him a death stare and he gives you one back

His brown eyes stared into your soul once more

"I hate you " you mouthed

Clapton smirks and says "I love you too baby girl"

You sat in your desk till it was time to go

"Okay you two are free to go" Mr Williams says

Clapton walks over to you offering you his hand you pick up your bookbag and just walk right past him

"Ooo feisty are we?" He says with amusement in his voice

"Whatever let's get out of here," you say

Clapton takes your hand and walks you to his car he smiles and opens the passenger side for you

"Look at you being a kiss-up baby," you say with a giggle

"Well you are my queen baby girl," he says kissing your cheek and bucking your seatbelt then shutting the door

He gets in on the driverside and starts driving to his house

as he drives he has his hand on your thigh you try really hard to not let him get to you because that's what he wants to happen

you squirm in your seat hoping that he doesn't notice

"You alright there babe?" he asked with his hand still on your thigh

you were about to say something when you noticed that you guys were at his house

"Sweet my mom isn't home wait there a sec babe," he says quickly as he runs out of the car and unlocks the front door

he runs back to the car and opens up your door and in a split of two seconds he picks you up with ease and he throws you over his shoulder

"Babe you know I still don't have underwear on" you yell

"yeah yeah" he says with a chuckle he closes the car door with his for and carries you inside the house

He puts you down for a second to close the door and locks it

"Now go get that fine ass upstairs in my room," he says as he slaps your ass hard

"yes sir," you say with a giggle and run upstairs to his room and sit on his bed

he walks in behind you and closes his door after that he comes up behind you and pulls up your dress over your head

"There's my girl," he says kissing both of your bare shoulders

"Daddy you are wearing too much clothes," you say with a pout you say turning around to face him

"Help me then mommas," he says with a purr in his voice you help him take off his clothes throwing them on his bedroom floor you pull down his boxers and throw them too

before you could even think he pushes you down on his bed getting on top of you he kisses the side of your neck leaving little love bites he gropes one of your boobs in his hand and he shoves his mouth on yours the two of you make out for a good few mins he lines himself with your entrance he shoves himself inside of you thrusting in and out of you hard and fast you both let out some grunts and moans your nails digging into his back he pounds your insides until you both cum eventually he pulls out and lays down next to you " we should fight more often" he says with a smirk

"yeah no "you say giving him one final kiss

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Part 2 is here!

This took so long to write 😩 #meandmybrokenwrist

Hope y'all like it

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[mrskreideprinz]

I request Wriothesley and reader celebrating Halloween together and reader making him dress up.

Warnings: Modern au, Costume Party, Halloween, Alcohol, Alcohol Consumption, Not sfw, Smut, Semi-Public (it’s at the party), Lyney and Lynette are mentioned briefly, Rough Sex, Size Difference (Wrio has a big dick bc i say so),  Mirror sex, Mating Press, Cum, Unsafe Sex, 1.3K Words, no pronouns for reader, he/him for Wriothesley. If I missed anything please lmk!

Wriothesley x Afab!Reader

A/n: Here you go my beloved <3

Tags: @suyacho @neuvillettes @valentineslilies @themovingcastlez

“What about this?” You held up a vampire costume but Wriothesley shook his head.

“No, not that.” He mumbles, thinking hard about what he should wear to the costume party the two of you were about to embark on.

It wasn’t that important to him, but he knew how much this party meant to you, so he was determined to dress up and have a damn good time with you. You pulled out several costumes before Wriothesley finally agreed on one. It was a werewolf costume, and you ended up wearing a vampire costume you had so happily picked out for yourself. You wore a long, dark red hooded cape and you gave your costume a nice twirl to show off to your boyfriend, who let out a stifled giggle and smiled at how happy you seemed. 

“Come on, get ready! We’re gonna be late.” You ushered him into the bathroom with his costume in hand, and waited until he was completely ready to put your shoes on and grab your house key.

Wriothesley made sure he brought his car keys and led you through the kitchen door and into the garage where he opened the car door for you. He held your hand carefully as you stepped into the car. You were all smiles and giggles as you waited for Wriothesley to enter the car through the driverside. Before putting the key in the ignition he planted a soft kiss against your pretty lil lips and with a grin he turned the key in the ignition, and the both of you were off. 

When the two of you arrived at the party you were nearly bouncing with excitement. Wriothesley held out his hand for you and once you entangled it with your own, the two of you were officially off. The both of you walked through the front door of the large house and passed through a bunch of hanging streamers, they were orange and black in the spirit of the spooky holiday.  You were smiling before but once you entered the main room where everyone was mingling you started to glow with excitement. 

You grabbed your boyfriend's hand and started to lead him to the punch bowl, which was really just one big fruity cocktail. He poured you and himself a cup before the two of you scanned the room for anyone you might know, finally your eyes landed on a familiar face, Lyney and Lynette. You pulled Wriothesley forward and into the direction of your good friends.

“Lyney! Lynette! It’s so good to see you two.” You exclaimed as you gave them both a great big hug. They hugged you back and asked what you were doing here, and when you had arrived.

“We just got here.” Wriothesley replied.

You wrapped your arms around his bicep and looked up at him with a calm yet pleased smile. He smiled back at you, happy that you were having such fun already. The four of you talked for about five, ten minutes before Lyney and Lynette excused themselves to talk with some of the other guests, and you and Wriothesley left to join the dance floor where the both of you moved your bodies against each other to some questionable, yet, catchy music. The music electrified your bodies, causing you to feel as if the two of you were the only ones in the room.

It was hypnotic, sensual, and everything you could’ve dreamed of and then some. Wriothesley rubbed his hands down all the way down your body until he met your hips, which he then stroked the pads of his thumbs against your skin as the two of you danced, slowly and lewdly. Your breath became hot as did your boyfriend’s, and before you knew it you were being pulled into a vacant room before you had any chance to catch your breath.

He pulled off your dress and removed your robe as he freed his cock from his pants, making sure his lips never left yours in the process. He took two of his fingers and began rubbing soft circles against your throbbing bud, he groaned at every whimper and moan you let out. He was becoming impatient, he wanted you here and now, and god damn it he would have you. He swore to it that he would fuck you, right here, right now. He didn’t care that this was your good friends' house, he needed to be inside you right this instant.

And so he wasted no time in doing so, slowly he pushed past your folds and into your warm walls with a strained groan. He threw his head back as he gradually got into the groove of fucking you. God, he’d never tire of how your cunt felt wrapped around his hardened cock, wet and warm, welcoming him in like a true sinner. While it took little time for him to get used to your walls, you were another story. His cock was big in size, and it took all your might not to pass out from the sheer size of it. You were internally thanking god for giving you such a well endowed boyfriend, but unfortunately what you thought was a quiet thought was actually a verbal prayer. 

“Didn’t know you liked it that much, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He said with a big grin.

Before you had time to process his words Wriothesley began fucking you at a brutal and unforgiving pace, it was heavenly. You fisted the sheets as you felt his length pump in and out of you quick and rough. Tears fell from your eyes as you felt his weight press against your back and his hands spread your lips apart, trying his best to get as much access to you as possible. This continued for quite some time until your legs began to shake and your body shivered in arousal, that’s when he pulled out and flipped you around so that you were facing the wall. His eyes caught sight of a lone full body mirror in the corner of the room, that’s when he got an idea.  He hooked his arms underneath your knees and put you in a mating press.

“Ready?” He asked, waiting for your nod of approval before he fucked you. He began to thrust in and out of you like never before, reveling in how he made tears fall onto your chest in the midst of all that pleasure. He continued this, faster and harder, till you were begging for him to let you cum. You needed to cum and you needed to do it now. 

“P-Please, Wrio..” You whimpered, too fucked out to get out the entirety of his name.

He chucked. “If you insist.”

That’s the moment he began to make quick work of your bud, again. Still, he fucked into you like a wild animal in heat. You were even beginning to wonder if the costume he wore was wearing off on him, but the thought was quickly swept away because within seconds you were cumming all over his cock. The euphoria was blinding. Your legs shook and body writhed until you ultimately fell limp in his arms. 

Wriothesley shushed you and laid you onto the bed where he joined you underneath the covers, stroking your hair as he kissed your forehead. He waited until you were ready and well calmed down before helping you to the bathroom and assisting with dressing you back up in that cute costume of yours. Before leaving the room to return to the party you kissed his cheek and thanked him. Then the both of you walked out hand in hand into a crowd of people who had no clue what either of you had just done. 

[thehermitsaltar]

Okay so Billy Hargrove x Male reader

The relationship it established and it’s on a hot spring day after school with billy driving you home but your so eager for him that you end up sharing a cigarette with billy sometimes blowing smoke into your open mouth, it turns into more when you purposely kiss him which makes him stop the car and eagerly place you in his lap, things happen and before long he’s got his hands underneath your knees on the undersides of your thighs and it holding your legs up whilst he fucks you and constantly blows smoke into your greedy open mouth - hope it covers what we spoke about!!

A/N: thank you sm brook<3 I hope you like this

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Word Count: 2002

Sweat clung uncomfortably to your skin as you sat out in the blistering heat. The hot metal from the blue Camero you were leaning against burned into your jean-clad ass. You huffed and looked around the empty school parking lot for the thousandth time, hoping you'd spot the mess of blonde curls you loved so much. You contemplated tugging off your loose shirt, reasoning that no one would see or even care for that matter given how the midwest heat was affecting everyone.

You were too lost in thought to notice the crunch of shoes on gravel approaching your spot, only looking up when a strong arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into a broad, sweaty chest. You groaned and cringed at the way your combined sweat mixed and clung to your shirt. You smacked Billy's chest lightly before crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes.

"What took you so long?" You weren't as mad as you let on, just tired and cranky from waiting out in the heat.

Your boyfriend had the audacity to chuckle and stare down at you with dark eyes, looking over every bead of sweat and every inch of skin.

"Sorry doll, coach kept me late. Said I was being too aggressive." He kept his eyes trained on your lips, making you blush more than the heat already had. The look in Billy's eyes made your knees weak and your thighs clench. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to play off the growing erection you were sporting. "You blew me off to fight with Harrington?"

Billy shrugged, leaning in closer to you, close enough you could smell his cologne and the cigarette on his lips. His fingers found your waist, dancing along the hem, teasing the skin underneath.

"I'll make it up to you. Promise." Billy grinned that shark-like grin and pecked your cheek before pulling away completely. You shuddered, missing his warmth even though it was too hot for comfort outside. Billy hopped in the driverside with ease, feeling at home behind the wheel. You followed suit and slipped into the passenger's seat, letting your gaze drift to his bare chest still glistening with sweat when you went to buckle your seat belt. You shifted your eyes away fast, embarrassment heating up your already flushed cheeks.

Billy was quick to peel out of the parking lot, not even bothering with his own seatbelt, more concerned with pulling his Marlboro reds from the glove box in front of you. His fingertips grazed your knee, making your eyes snap up to his only to find a sly smirk on his lips before a cigarette replaced it. You kept your eyes on his lips, watching him light the smoke with ease before reaching over to snatch it from him. He was quick to pull it out of your reach, making you huff like a child.

"You leave me waiting in the heat and now you won't let me take a drag?"

Billy rolled his eyes and smoke fluttered out his nose when he breathed. He took a deep drag of the burning cigarette before grabbing the back of your neck, maneuvering you over the center console to awkwardly sit your mouth in front of his. His eyes flicked between your lips and the road rapidly. You opened your mouth, eager to taste the sweet nicotine, waiting for the smoke to curl into your lungs. Billy's chest deflated as he let out the smoke, his lips hovering mere millimeters from yours, too close yet too far. You breathed in time with him, feeling the smoke graze your tongue and seep into your throat.

You sat back in your seat, closing your eyes and savoring the taste, It wasn't the same as a normal drag from a cigarette but it was better because it was laced with Billy, the most addicting thing ever.

"Happy?" He breathed out, chest puffing with labored breaths. Clearly, the exchange was affecting him in the same way. You looked over at him lazily, feeling the heat seep into your bones. "More." Billy took another drag as you eagerly leaned over the console again, placing your hand high up on his thigh for stability, grazing over the growing erection in his pathetic little gym shorts.

His breath stuttered as he let out the smoke, this time his lips did pass over yours in the most delicious way. You pulled away while he tried to chase your lips for a chaste kiss, enjoying the way he huffed. "Such a tease."

You giggled lightly before plucking the cigarette from his fingers and took a long, satisfying drag, groaning at the taste. Billy's eyes followed your movements, shifting subtly in his seat to try and ease to pain in his shorts. You continued to smoke the stick until it was down to the last drag. With a final long drag, you leaned over once more and grabbed the back of his neck, stroking his long curls before fully pressing your lips to his, letting out the smoke into his mouth. Billy couldn't care less about the smoke anymore, only caring about the way your lips pressed against his softly before the kiss started to turn eager.

Billy pulled the car off to the side of the road hurridly, pressing on the break into a violent halt. You jerk forward, tearing your lips away from his for a moment before you reconnected. Your hands tangled into his hair which was damp with sweat. His own hands found your waist and chest, gripping your loose shirt tightly.

"Eager, huh?" You mumbled against his lips and chuckled. Billy growled deep in his chest and moved his lips down your jaw and settled high on your neck, biting and sucking where he knew you couldn't hide. Your moans and whines bounced around the metal interior of the Camero, spurring Billy's frantic movements more and more.

"Get in the back baby boy." Billy growled low in your ear, making you shiver.

You crawled into the back, Billy swatting your ass on the way, making you yelp. Once you settled in the back, you ripped off your shirt and threw it on the ground, Billy watching your movements with dark eyes, like a predator stalking his prey. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it before climbing into the back, towering over you.

"Fuck, your so pretty for me baby." His hands splayed over your chest, touching and memorizing every inch of your skin while his cigarette hung dangerously from his lips. His hands found your hips, yanking you flush against his hard cock that was hidden behind small green material. You moaned and threw your head back at the friction, trying to desperately grab anything to ground you. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and let out a shaky breath.

"B-billy please." You whimpered and tried to grind against his rolling hips.

"Please what?" He leaned down to come face-to-face with you, silver earring dangling against his cheek.

"P-please fuck me, goddamnit Bills." You reached up to grab his back, trying to move and squirm under him in the cramped space for more friction.

"Only cause you asked so nicely." He chuckled darkly, words slightly slurred around the cigarette.

Billy was quick to yank your jeans down, smirking at the wet spot on your boxers before pulling those down too. You were bare under him, a shiver running over your body when your cock was finally freed. His hands caressed your thighs while he took a deep drag from his cigarette. He pressed your lips together again in a heated kiss full of lust as smoke curled around you two, making the already muggy air more suffocating.

Billy blindly reached over to the center console, franticly searching for the lube he kept there. He made an 'ah hah' noise before he pulled the bottle out and focused back on kissing you. You felt Billy guide the still-lit cigarette to your hands before his own disappeared out of sight. You focused on kissing him and touching his sun-kissed skin until a cold, wet finger circled your hole. You jumped a little at the freezing cold lube hitting your heated skin before relaxing into Billy's touch. His thick finger slowly inched into your tight hole, making you hiss.

No matter how many times you took his cock, he was still huge and you needed extensive prep. He loved watching you squirm and writhe under him while he prepped you so it was a win-win. He moved down to attack your neck with more hickeys while he fingered you open, savoring the moans and smoke that enveloped him.

You started to grow impatient, bucking down on his fingers and whining under him. Billy pulled away to look down at your sweaty, fucked out face before letting out a dark chuckle. "Eager, huh?" He mumbled mockingly, making you roll your eyes and huff at his antics. "Don't worry sweetheart, I said id make it up to you." Billy slathered more lube on his cock, rubbing it around and paying special attention to his pink tip. You watched him groan and throw his head back, feeling your own cock kick and leak against you.

Once he deemed himself ready, he plucked the cigarette back from your hands and placed it onto his lips, taking a deep drag. He placed his hands under your thighs and pushed them until your knees were on either side of your head. The stretch from the new angle makes you wince at the burn in your thighs before a new burn took over as Billy started to push his cock past your tight rim.

You both groaned in sync when his cock head popped into your hole. You tightened even more and tensed under him at the intrusion, the pain outweighing the pleasure. Billy cooed down at you and kissed your face, mumbling encouraging words to help you calm down. Once you signaled for him to continue, he started pushing the rest of his cock in, groaning at the tightness and heat your walls provided.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good." Billy growled out, pushing your legs against you harder. You let out a surprised moan, feeling his cock slip the rest of the way in, bottoming him out as his hips pressed flush to yours. Billy towered over you, letting out short breaths, trying to focus on staying still. You groaned and clenched down on his cock, aching for him to move and make your brain fuzzy.

Billy started a brutal pace, pulling his hips back and slamming them inside you, rocking the Camero with every thrust. Every time his cock slid inside you it punched out breathy moans, making you arch uncomfortably in the cramped space.

All the need from your teasing car ride had started to build faster than you would have wanted, but judging by Billy's frantic thrusts, he was getting close to.

"Jesus, it's like you were fucking made for me." Billy grunted, his face and hair dripping with sweat. You could only moan and whimper in response, all coherent thoughts being fucked out of you. Billy took one last drag of his cigarette before he leaned down and kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth while his cock plunged deeper into your hole. You lost it when you tasted him. His cock slammed into your prostate and his tongue glided over yours while he fucked you through your orgasm. You saw stars and felt light, not even noticing Billy's own orgasm until you peered up at him, his face relaxed and deep breaths moved his chest.

He let your legs go and slowly lowered his body onto yours, being careful of his cock still inside you. You sighed softly when his weight settled on top of you, bringing your fingers down to card through his hair and stroke his back. He hummed softly and pushed his face into your neck.

"I forgive you."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 6: Car Crash

cw: car accident and resulting injuries, fear

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for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 502

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The last thing he remembered was his body slamming into the driverside door. The asphalt rushing towards him, eager for collision, his shoulder screaming in pain. Darkness.

Kaius didn't want to open his eyes—or perhaps he couldn't. His face felt bruised. All of him felt bruised. He was lying on his side, still strapped to the seat, arm numb, head full of cotton, everything else ablaze with pain.

It all happened in an instant; so sudden Kaius could barely remember where he was driving, much less how he ended up here, but something in his stomach told him he was in danger, and he knew better than to ignore it. He snaked the arm that wasn't numb towards his waist, feeling a pinch of relief when he pushed the seatbelt release and it responded with the familiar click.

Both doors on the driver's side were flush with the road, impossible to open, but the windshield had exploded in a cloud of pebbled glass. He could feel it in his hair, down the collar of his jumper, crunching in the seat. His right knee screamed when he tried to get his heel onto the seat for a push, and the burst of pain stole his breath for an instant, leaving him panting on his side.

Breathe. Pain is just a warning. There are worse warnings all around you and you need to move.

He grit his teeth, curling his good hand around the frame that once held the windshield and pulling himself forward, stopping before he'd even cleared a centimeter. Every bit of him seemed to throb with the movement.

His fingers tightened, and with a scream that leaked past gritted teeth, he managed to drag himself forward, pulling with the arm that could move; kicking with the leg that only felt badly bruised.

Head clear, sweat plastering hair to his forehead, blood in his mouth. Torso out, hip resting on the twisted frame.

Another kick and Kaius was free; curled in a heap, heaving for air, shuddering with the pain and exertion. Mangled as the remains of his car.

He closed his eyes, trying to pull his thoughts into order through the haze of pain. What next? He couldn't walk, couldn't move far. The pavement, still hot from the day's sun, prickled his skin through his clothes, but he doubted the surrounding desert would offer much more in way of relief.

He had to… had to…

There'd been another car.

The memory struck him like a bullet, new fear ripping through him with its impact. That was the danger boiling in his stomach, the threat.

Someone had hit him. Direct strike, coming out of nowhere. Deliberate.

Kaius struggled to lift his head, to take a look around, but his body wouldn't obey. 

Someone had planned this, that he was sure of. Someone could be watching him right now, converging on his location, closing in.

But he could barely move, much less run.

There was nothing to do but await the inevitable.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

My driverside windshield wiper EXPLODED. I was driving, it's pouring rain, I'm first in line at the light to turn onto a highway onramp, there was a deafning BANG, and the entire blade just flew off. The bottom half of the mechanism started making this ear-splitting shriek of metal against glass, but I had nowhere to go because the light turned green, so I had to enter the highway blind; I am now pulled over on the side of the interstate with my hazard lights on, in the rain, in the dark, unable to drive home until it lets up, but it's been raining nonstop all day, so it's not going to let up anytime soon. I'm gonna have to call AAA and have it towed home, which is not going to be fun...

[heartfullofleeches]

Okay so now that we’ve confirmed that Lius dad is hot, it’s time to find him 😼

Call me dora the explorer cause im not giving up

Maybe he'll find you first-

Your car breaks down on the side of a desolate road. Just before you're forced to pull over, you hear a small pop from the front tires. You climb out to see the damages, using your camera's flashlight to see ahead. Two large gashes were slashed into each tire; the cause left a mystery when you search. It's too dark to trail far from your car even with your light source.

You climb back in your car, going over the logistics of your situation as you try not to panic. You're alone, in the middle of nowhere. The last gas station was about fourty miles back and you only had one spare tire. You could try to get back with that, or the less safer choice of walking. Before either plan is set in motion, you attempt the easiest route of trying to make a phone call.

"Come on... Please." Your heart sinks to your stomach as the third call fails to connect. You check the signal - zero bars. You rest your head against the steering wheel, mentally preparing yourself for what you had to do next. Your phone didn't have much battery left either, so if you didn't work fast you'd have to work in pitch darkness. You take a breath, reaching for the door, but as you grab the handle you're surrounded by a white light.

It's so bright that for a moment you worry you've somehow died and this is your call to the beyond. As your eyes adjust to their intensity, you realize you're staring down the grill of a truck almost three times the size of your car. The driverside drop pops open, gravel crunching under heavy boots as a silhouette approaches you. The soft hum of a whistle fills the air as it creeps forward; coming to an abrupt stop as a man appears in your side view mirror.

He taps on the window, plucking the chewed toothpick held between his lips as you roll the window down. He tips his hat to you as he leans against the door, positioning his face so he can look at you with his good eye. From the angle, you can see a red sticker on his shirt that reads: "Hello, My name is J."

"Evening, Cher. Seems like you're saving car troubles, from the looks of things."

You look him up and down. You've seen him before. Back at the last stop. He gave you a passing glance and you thought nothing more of it at the time. "My tires got busted.. I.. must've hit something."

The man clicks his tongue with a shake of his head. "Shame." He pats the car door. "Can't leave a pretty thing like you alone in this parts. Hop out and I'll carry you back to the station. Get some warm food in you, and call someone to pick up your car for ya."

He smiles warmly. Something about the expression gives you a sense of unease. It reminds you of seeing a loved on you hadn't seen in a long time. His face falls.

"Feeling a little uncomfortable, Cher? That's perfectly understandable. I can't abandon ya out in the middle of nowhere, if ya aren't coming I hold you don’t mind if I stick around. Got a few blankets in the back too if you'd like to fall asleep.."

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love when people pahk in the bike lane like thanks buddy youre right i guess i didnt need it let me ride my bike directly into your driverside door

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oh right its the season where the sun hits the back of my head & neck from my REAR driverside window so i have no way to block off beam. oh my god actually this pisses me off to no end. anyways i wonder if there are car curtains bcuz i cant attach st to the window if i like it open too...

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"She wasn't that bad," Zoey said, leaning against the door and watching the trees pass them by in the dark. Beside her in the driver's seat, her boyfriend snorted, his hands drumming lightly against the wheel.

"You've only spent one dinner with her," he replied. Ryan's eyes stayed on the road ahead, though he glanced to the side to briefly meet her gaze when she turned to look at him. "She's never liked anyone I've dated. Or anyone Lizzie's seen, for that matter. I'm just saying, prepare for the worst."

"I'm sure I can handle your mom being a little rude." She shot him a smile and got a small one in return before they both broke into soft laughter. Rolling her eyes, she looked back out towards the side of the road and brought her hand to her lips to bite at her thumbnail. Really, she'd liked his family overall. Enough so that they'd ended up staying pretty late just chatting with his sisters and a cousin she'd already forgotten the name of. It was past midnight now and she had work in the morning, but she wasn't going to complain. It'd been a good time. "You think they'll be fine with you coming home with me during the holidays?"

"Mom might take some convincing. But we've got- oh, holy shit." His voice got soft in a way that pulled Zoey's gaze back to the road ahead of them. It took her a moment; there were lights just off the side of the road, but at this angle, they had to take time to form themselves into brake lights. It took another moment to realize the car wasn't just settled at an odd angle or sitting at a weird height but turned on its head. Ryan slowed the car as they drew closer, leaning to peer a little more over the wheel. "Jesus. Did this just happen?"

"There's no one here, so probably." She sat up straight and leaned forward, brows furrowing as she scanned the scene. Shattered glass and smoke both reflected in the headlights, and the red brake lights of the crashed vehicle turned the whole scene extra grisly. There was a twitch of movement next to what had been the driverside window that slowly morphed into the image of a body. Eyes wide, Zoey swore and pushed her door open. The smell of burnt rubber hit her hard and made her nose start to sting.

"Hey!" Ryan pressed hard on the brake to fully stop the car and slammed it into park as she undid her seat belt. "Zo! Don't just-"

"Call an ambulance," she told him quickly, without any more preamble. He stared after her for a second before he snapped to his senses and started fumbling for his phone. She found her own tucked into her back pocket as she slid out, glass crunching underneath her shoes, and suddenly she was grateful she hadn't gotten all dressed up for the dinner tonight. The sneakers were probably gonna shield her a little better than the heels she might've worn. Clicking on the flashlight on her phone, she moved closer to the car and to the body lying in front of it. The man was facing towards her, she realized, his cheek pressed up against the asphalt and blood trickling from somewhere underneath his hair.

He was young. Kneeling down in front of him, Zoey reached out to find his wrist and feel for a pulse, and as she leaned close she was hit with the stench of alcohol. She pushed out a low breath and ignored the harsh twinge of anxiety that gave her to count the seconds between each beat of his heart. Not that she really knew what it was supposed to be, and it seemed to her that it was sort of slow for a man who might've just been tossed from a car, but it was very much there. She pulled her hand away to instead shine the light over him and look for any obvious injuries. All she could really see was the blood from his cuts and scrapes, which were particularly nasty on his arms. She leaned down to shine the light into the car, saw no one else, and turned her attention to him again.

"Hey," she said quietly, her voice hoarse to her own ears. Hesitantly, she tapped his cheek a few times with the back of her hand. When he didn't respond, she tried again and raised her voice a little louder. "Hey, can you hear me?"

"They're on their way," Ryan said, jogging up behind her. He paused at the sight he found there. "Holy shit. Is he still breathing?"

"I think so. He's got a pulse," she said, and it occurred to her how odd that felt to say without any real sense of urgency. He could be dying of brain damage for all she knew, but there wasn't really anything she could do about that but wait. She adjusted her weight with the way she was kneeling and shined the light on his face again. "I think he was drunk."

"Jesus." He crossed his arms. Then he looked up, glancing around the rest of the road. No one else had passed them by, and more importantly, no one else seemed to have been driven off the road. Whatever had caused him to go down evidently hadn't had anything to do with anyone else. He opened his mouth to speak again only to get cut off by a soft groan coming from the body at Zoey's feet. Immediately, her attention was on him again, her fingers gingerly plucking a lock of hair out of the blood on his cheek. Ryan frowned. "Maybe we should get away from him," he said softly.

"He's out cold. What's he gonna do? I don't wanna just leave somebody laying here." Zoey tilted her head to better see his face, only to then realize that he wasn't totally out anymore. Weary, dazed grey eyes barely looked out at her from a boyish young face. She couldn't quite tell if he was older or younger than her, but he was certainly within the same collection of years. She frowned softly. "Hey. Can you hear me?"

There was a moment she thought his eyes were just going to roll back into his head. And then he nodded, just slightly. Drool pooled from his lips onto the pavement below. Zoey nodded back. "Okay. Were you alone?"

The slight furrow of a brow. There wasn't any recognition in his eyes. Too much of a question for him to process, she decided. She left it there- she hadn't seen anyone, anyway. "That's alright. We called for help, alright? They'll be here soon."

It was hard to tell if he comprehended anything she'd said. His eyes fell shut again and she felt a jolt of worry that she should somehow keep him from passing back out, but then he shifted, lifting his arms just a little bit and pressing his palms to the ground as if to push himself up. Ryan swore, and despite what he'd said, he dropped to kneel beside her and reached over to grab the man by his shoulders. Slowly, they got him sitting upright, where he immediately slumped back against the wreckage. His head lolled and his eyes were unfocused.

"Hey man, take it easy," Ryan said, still grasping his shoulder as if to keep him steady. "Like she said, we've got someone coming. They should be here in a few."

There wasn't any response but a blank gaze. Eyelids started to drop down over grey eyes and Zoey reached out to grab his arm again. Ryan frowned. "Hey, I- I think you should try and stay awake. It won't be very long."

An almost imperceptible shake of the head. The young man looked at them, then let his eyes slide shut, his lips moving for a moment before he seemed to find a voice again. "'M tired," he mumbled, and before they could stop him he'd fallen right back to the ground.

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Supernatural x sister!reader (Bring it) Chapter 9: Jericho (pt 4)

word count: 2,180

Jericho California, 2005

Songs: "Brother" -Kodaline

"Seventeen" -MARINA

"Arcade" -Duncan Laurence

4 hours. 4 hours Y/n sat in the interrogation room with an officer and so far the only information they were able to get off of her was that her favorite ice cream treat was Klondike Bars. Which, for the record, was a lie. 4 hours, 3 different officers, including the chief, and still, nothing. Eventually the officers decided to give up on her and leave her in there for a while, hoping that after a while alone with her thoughts she might be easier to crack. After she sat there for around 30 minutes by herself she noticed officers rushing past the window of the room she was in. Y/n looked around the room to try and see if there was anything in there she could pick the locks to her hand cuffs with when the door popped open and there stood Dean. He rushed over to Y/n and started to pick the locks on her hand cuffs

"You okay?" He asked in a hushed tone. Y/n nodded. The cuffs opened and freed Y/n, her and Dean sneaking out a door on the side of the building. They made a break for the wooded area behind the police station and waited in the brush for about another 30 minutes or so. Once they were confidant that the coast was clear they went out to the sidewalk and followed the road until they were on their way out of town. Dean found a pay phone so he could call Sam to see where he was

Y/n stood outside the phone booth. She was meant to be the look out, but her mind currently had other things it was occupied with. She was thinking about the case. The girl that died, and how sorry she felt for her. Whenever dealing with angry spirits, or monsters with tragic stories, Y/n had a tendency to get "Weird" In John and Dean's opinion. Truth is she was just a very sympathetic person. Y/n heard Dean yelling into the phone, catching her attention

"Sam?! Sam?!" Dean sounded worried. Y/n pulled the phone booth door open

"What? What happened?! Is he Okay?!" Dean and Y/n were both frantic

"We're about to find out." Dean said, before taking off running. Y/n followed close behind him. She didn't know where they were going but before she knew it they had came to an old abandoned house. At first Y/n was confused, until she noticed Dean running up to the impala that was sat there in the driveway. Y/n saw Dean fire off a round of rock-salt into the driverside window, which is when she realized that there was a ghost in the impala. Next thing she knew Sam, who was apparently also sat in the driver seat, put the impala into drive and stepped on the gas, crashing it into the rickety old building

"SAMMY!" Y/n screamed out, worried for her brother. Y/n and Dean both ran forward into the house to see if Sam was okay, anxiety filling the two of the to the brim

"Sam!" Dean called out

"Here!" Sam replied. Y/n and Dean bother ran over to the passenger side window

"You okay?" Y/n asked, worried

"I think," Sam replied. Dean started to open the passenger side door and reached his hand in for Sam to take

"Can you move?" He asked

"Yea, help me" Sam said, taking Dean's hand. Dean pulled Sam out of the busted car and Y/n hugged Sam tightly. Sam winced in pain, being sore and hurt from the crash. A moment later, Dean tapped Y/n on the shoulder, signaling her to release Sam. Y/n let go and turned to see what Dean was looking at. It was the woman, Constance. She was holding a framed painting, gazing into it with an expression that was mixed with longing and sadness. As her gaze shifted up to look at the Winchesters, anger took over her expression. She threw the picture aside, and she pushed a dresser towards them, pinning the three of them against the car, but before she could hurt them any further, the lights in the house started to flicker, catching her attention

Water started seeping from the walls and ceiling, and at the top of the stairs, two figures appeared. They were only children. As the three siblings and Constance looked at the two children, they joined hands and spoke in unison to Constance, to their mother.

"You've come home to us mommy" Constance didn't look angry anymore, or sad. She looked scared. The two children vanished from atop the stairs, suddenly appearing behind Constance. Before she was able to run, or fight back, or protest in any way, the two kids wrapped their arms around their mother, embracing her. But Constance let out a blood curtling scream. They started fazing in and out of sight, almost like a tv flickering on and off, and bright lights started flashing around the room. It was sad, too sad to watch. Y/n shut her eyes tightly and covered her ears , waiting for someone to tell her it was over. Moments later, she felt the dresser being pushed off of the three of them and opened her eyes to see that Constance, the children, and all of the water that had been soaking the walls, were gone

Y/n, Sam, and Dean, all left Jericho, relatively unscathed. All in all it was a successful hunting trip, not to mention that Y/n and Sam had mended their broken relationship and were now on good terms. So why then was the car ride taking Sam home so silent? The only things that could be heard through out the drive were the hum of the Impala and raindrops falling on the windows. Sam had already made it clear that he wasn't going with them to find their dad. I suppose that it just hadn't set in for the Winchesters that they were going to have to say goodbye, yet again, until now

 Sam, though he was the one who wanted the "Apple Pie Life" as Dean called it, was for some reason full of dread, and regret. He loved his family. His sister and brother were once the closest people in the world to him, and it wasn't until now that he realized that he had a real shot at getting that back. So why was he going back to Stanford? Why was he leaving them again? Was he really about to abandon them a second time? Sam's inner monologue was fiercely debating this all the way until they pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building he and Jess lived in. 

Y/n didn't sleep, or speak the entire ride, having a similar inner monologue to Sam's. She was angry, and hurt, but shockingly, there was an undertone of understanding. Maybe it was because she realized that even with Sam not hunting with them, he was still her brother. He wasn't gone just because he wasn't with them like he used to be. Of course she would prefer it if Sam was still hunting with them, but she was also starting to understand not wanting to hunt. It started to click for her recently just how dangerous this life was, especially since their dad was gone, possibly hurt, or worse. So deep down, she didn't really blame Sam for wanting to leave. Still, she wished he would stay with them

Dean. The oldest. The most reliable father that either Y/n or Sam had ever had, was honestly heartbroken in this moment. He had driven silently the entire ride from Jericho to Stanford. and with each passing moment, he wanted to scream, cry, hit something more and more. But he stayed silent. he stayed "Strong" for them. He knew this was what Sam wanted. He tried to get a grip on the fact that this was probably what was best for him, maybe even best for Y/n too. But he didn't like it at all. His Brother, his family, his blood, was leaving again, and he knew he couldn't stop him. When they pulled into the parking lot and rolled up to the entrance of Sam's apartment, Dean silently was hoping he wouldn't get out of the car. Y/n was hoping the same thing. And oddly enough, so was Sam. But he did

Sam got out of the car, but before walking in he leaned down to the car window and said "You know, maybe I can meet up with you guys later?" Y/n scoffed to herself a little bit to herself, the boys didn't seem to notice. In her mind that just sounded like an empty promise. Like he just wanted to break the tenesion before leaving. Dean seemed to take it the same way and just nodded his head a little, turning his gaze away from Sam

"Yea, maybe" He said. Sam started to walk away before Dean called out to him "Sam." Sam turned to look at him "You know we made a hell of team back there" Sam smiled and nodded his head at Dean's words

"Yeah" And with that, Dean put Baby in drive and started to drive away. As Y/n looked back at watched Sam walk into his apartment she started to cry. but when she turned back forward, those images from before started to flash in and out of her vision, like they had been in the shower in Jericho

"Stop!" She yelled out. Dean slammed on the breaks and looked back to his panicking sister frantic

"What?! What is it??" The flash backs stopped and she looked at Dean, fear in her eyes

"We need to go back!" Y/n said climbing over the front seat and sitting next to Dean

"Y/n, he sint coming with us, just leave it al-" Dean tried brushing her off, assuming she just missed Sam, but Y/n grabbed his shoulder and looked at him with a stern expression

"Something is going to try and kill him." She said. Dean looked at her shocked before putting Baby i revers and flooring the gas peddle. Before they knew it they were once again in front of Sam's apartment. But this time, upon looking into the windows, the glowing light from the house fire could be seen from outside. Both Dean and Y/n jumped out of the car and started to run to the building, but Dean yelled at Y/n

"Stay out here!" She stopped in her tracks and watched as Dean ran straight into the front door. Y/n fell to her knees on the black top, hyperventilating as tears started to fall from her eyes. It didn't take long for Dean to emerge, dragging Sam with him who was screaming, trying to run back inside. As Y/n ran to them Sam yelled at Dean

"I Have to go back! Jess is still in there!" He tried to walk back in past Dean, but Dean pushed Sam back, hard enough that he fell straight on his ass. Y/n ran to Sam and put and hand on his shoulder, kneeling down to see if he was alright

"She's gone Sam! Let it go!" As Dean and Sam looked at each other, fighting a silent battle with each other, Sam accepted the fact that Dean was right. He leaned back and simply laid there on the sidewalk, putting his hands over his eyes as the sobs started wracking through him. Y/n stood up and went over to Dean. He hugged her as they stood there with their brother. The three of them were freaked out, But Sam. The loss that Sam was feeling right now was second only to the pain he would feel if he had lost Y/n or Dean

Fire fighters and Paramedics arrived after not too long. They evacuated the building and started evaluating people. Soon enough the fire was put out, smoke pouring out the windows. After the cleared Sam he went over to the impala, opening the hatch back and fiddling the the guns in the back of the trunk. Dean stood with Y/n for a few moment's as she gazed at the building, lost in thought, before walking over and talking to Sam.

Y/n stayed put. She couldn't but regret not saying something sooner. She had been having those dreams long before the fire happened. Y/n still didn't know who Jess was, but from what the boys had been saying about her dying in the fire, and being long gone before they got there, she had gather that she must have been the girl from her dream. 'What have I done? This is all my fault...' Y/n thought to herself. She was devastated and couldn't stop crying. Someone died tonight, Sam could have died tonight. And Y/n... Y/n blamed herself

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter, I just got some really bad writers block and kinda became overly critical of everything I was writing. I legit wrote and deleted like 6 different versions of this chapter and spent forever fine tuning it. I hope you guy enjoy it! And as always, if you have any comments, requests, criticisms, please let me know! I love feedback! <3

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LOOK AT THIS PROCESS GUYS, ITS INCREDIBLE‼️‼️

First time rendering too!! It looks amazing and soon I'm gonna post a story about my oc V0yd (the character drawn up here ☝️) on wattpad!! I'll keep you guys updated but for now here's the lore:

‼️‼️TW//Death and slightly gruesome details‼️‼️

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V0yd was a 18 year old senior in high-school (soon to graduate) Named Dyllin (his friends called him Dyll or Dyll pickle lol), he lived in California and he was planning on leaving off to college to another state so he could go to his dream college, his family didn't like it so his parents (mom and dad) always fought and argued with him about it.

On one particular day, Dyllin got into another argument with his parents after he just tried to have a normal conversation with them, he stormed out of the house hoping to get some time to himself by going for a drive, so he's driving and listening to some sad songs, he closes his eyes, tilts his head back and wishes "I wish I could dissappear. Please.." and just then he snapped back into reality as he hears a loud car beaming at him, he serves, crashes into the other car, the car flips twice with his car landing upside down.

Dyllin wakes up to his music still playing except he's upside down and barely hanging from the seat belt which kept him from falling onto the glass of the windshield. He takes off his seat belt and crashes into the already broken windshield, feeling a weird sensation in his neck, and warm fluids dripping, but he feels no pain so he assumes it must be his sweat, this takes place right after sunset, he opens the driverside door and crawls out of the practically crushed vehicle. Just then some headlights flash onto him blinding him, he tries to adjust his sight and sees two people run out from each side of the car very frantically. He could hear sirens and see their flashing lights, and before the two people could even reach him he collapses.

He wakes again to see no one there anymore. It looked like a crime scene had happened. Blood everywhere. Glass splattered all over the floor and the car is still there, but no one else. "Fucking pricks." He thought in his mind as he stood up, resting his left hand on his right shoulder and stretching a little bit, he looked at his hand and saw blood, he looked at his neck to see a large gash that clotted up, he started his retreat back to home thinking "oh my God. Oh my God. How will I explain this to mom? Oh my God." And as the gravity of thr situation fell on him like a heavy piano he reached home. "Finally. Home. Safe and still alive." He thought. He walked to the porch and as he did the front door swung open to see his mother terrified and pale, he instantly froze in fear and tried to explain himself.

"M-mom. This..- I don't know what happened. I'm sorr-" and in the middle of explaining, his mother ran past him, but not bumping into him, she ran *through* him. He didn't notice but he chased after her and nearly was hit by his mothers car as she frantically backed out of the driveway, shouting, calling for him.

"Mom!! I'm right here..!!" He then took a moment to process what just happened, he got into a car crash, he passed out *twice*, no one was there when he passed out the second time, there was blood everywhere, he was alone. No one took him to the hospital or anything. He thought Over this as he jogged to the house hurriedly, seeing his dad and little sister inside. Terrified. Confused. "Dad!! What's going on!?" He shouted, the man ran to get his phone to call the police and he realized: "no one can see me.."

"Am i.. dead!??" Just then he saw black forming onto his skin, it started from his fingertips, to his hands, to his wrist, his arms, and as this happened it felt like the whole world went silent, he couldn't hear the panic in his sisters tone, he just ran to the bathroom, looking at himself change. Everything sounded like ringing in his ears as he tried to pry away whatever was eating into his very flesh. Screaming until his mouth fused flat against his face as if he was never born with a mouth to begin with, and his face went completely black in the mirror.

Welp!! That's all, I'll update you on when the story comes out! But before that I'm gonna draw another character that is VERY relevant in V0yd's story, see you then!!

[thevisjex]

for some reason im getting like. actual porn bots. but on EXCLUSIVELY driverside-database and NOT my main

why. why are you horny for the cars. leave them alone