#slamming my fucking face onto a glass table as a child. lol

[orykorioart]

Finally got around to drawing more Hollis!

[oneforthemunny]

car troubles |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

prompt: "don't make me pull this van over" with dom!eddie. based off this ask from horny hours yesterday. this ended up being much longer that I expected it to be so enjoy lol.

contains: minors dni 18+. dom!mean!brat tamer!eddie, sub!brat!reader, spanking, exhibitonism, all consensual and pre-consented to.

"I saw you, Eddie!" You shrilled, hand slamming on the console in between the two of you.

Eddie's teeth grit, white knuckled grip on the wheel, heavy soled boots pressing further and further onto the gas, the van flying over the backroads of Hawkins.

The two of you had been going at it since you left the diner. He'd picked you up earlier that morning, sweet kisses and gentle touches that left you giggly and dizzy when he doted on you, opening your doors and taking you to the small restaurant outside of Hawkins- the one you'd been begging to go to for weeks, a Woodstock renovated type filled with nostalgic junk on every corner, shambled together into an aesthetic, vintage, flower child vibe, and with the best waffles in Indiana, according to your friend.

Eddie was smitten, proud of how happy it made you when he pulled into the parking lot, surprising you with the breakfast spot. You'd squealed, wrapping him up in your arms, peppering kisses and nuzzling into his cheek with muttered "thank you, thank you, thank you" until he was blushing and laughing under your affection. "Anything for you, baby doll." He'd winked, playfully tapping your ass when you passed him into the open door, holding onto his arm sweetly, overwhelmed with devotion as you sat at the booth.

The free and easy vibe of the place was pleasing to you, casual and a little funky, while the two of you gazed around the restaurant, scanning the walls at the millions of vintage posters and memorabilia from the sixties and seventies. The entire place exuded causal friendliness, laid back and relaxed, which was wonderful; until you saw your waitress.

Sandy- as her name tag read, propped right on the neckline of her plunging shirt, breasts pushed up and the yellow, gaudy name tag rested half on the exposed skin. She made sure to greet Eddie with an extra wide smile, which he returned. She took your drink orders, but not before telling him his hair was "sick, like Slash" and sashaying away, little jean shorts riding up with every step. Eddie was elated at the compliment, making a joke about his bass playing skills to you, only to be met with your pursed lips, unimpressed stare.

The entire meal got worse, you shot daggers at Sandy every time she came to check on you, rolling your eyes and snapping your order. You knew you were being mean, territorial, but how could you not be?

Eddie tried to talk to you, sweet coaxing and gentle chatter that you returned with an upturned nose and a huff. Eddie ground his teeth, eyes rolling at the change in demeanor.

It wasn't until Sandy returned with the bill, dipping down low to place it in front of Eddie, hand on his shoulder and breasts practically in his face, purring at him to, "Take it easy, and drive safe." that you'd had enough. Eddie's eyes lingered to her chest, gawking slightly before blushing red. Your mouth fell open, jaw dropping in shock and anger, furiously kicking him under the table, sandaled feet knocking into his shin.

"Ow," Eddie hissed, eyes cutting to yours. "What was that for?"

"You fucking pig, you know what that was for." You snapped, slamming your hands on the table as you climbed out of the booth, storming out of the restaurant, bell shrilling over the glass door when you stomped towards the van.

Eddie blushed a deep crimson, embarrassed heat spreading from his neck to his cheeks. He could feel the stares of the other patrons, wide eyed and snickering. Eddie's hands shook when he reached into his wallet, placing the bills on the table before walking out quickly, head held low.

"Man, I'd never let my girl act like that." Some guy muttered under his breath when Eddie passed, his friends sneering in agreement. Eddie let his curls fall in front of his face, curtaining his humiliated blush.

You stood by the car, arms crossed and stomping your foot when he started towards you. "Hurry up and unlock the van." You snapped.

"The fuck was what?" Eddie asked, throwing his hands out. "What's your problem, huh?"

"Oh, don't start this shit with me, Eddie." You huffed, hand grabbing the van's handle roughly, tugging it while it remained closed. You knew it drove Eddie wild when you did that, the reprimanding threat to "knock it off" before the handle fell off. You smirked, yanking even harder, while he shoved his key in the door.

"Hey," Eddie snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you from over the window of the van, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

You huffed, feeling the doors click open before you ripped the door open, plopping into the passenger side. You and Eddie slammed the door equally hard, glaring at each other while he started the car.

"What's the matter?" Eddie sighed, tipping his head back to lean against the seat, tired and bored. You snarled.

"Oh, like you don't know." You snapped, shoving your seatbelt on with a furious click. "I don't mean to ruin your time with your little girlfriend in there."

Eddie gawked, wide eyed in disbelief. "Are-Are you being fuckin' serious right now-"

"-Yeah, Eddie I am!" You roared, throwing your hands out towards the restaurant. "You two were eye fucking in there the entire time, and you thought I wouldn't notice?"

Eddie's eyes cut to the building, seeing the eyes of the patrons watching him in amusement, lined against the booths by the window enjoying the show the two of you were providing for them. Eddie growled, throwing the van into reverse, pulling out of the gravel parking lot furiously, speeding down the backroads back to Hawkins.

You continued to berate him, snippy comments, mean and full of venom shooting back at him, shrill and accusing while he tried to remain calm.

Eddie took a deep breath in. "Baby, I wasn't looking at her, I swear!"

That led you to go nuclear, off the handle, shrilling your accusations with wide eyes towards him, popping his bubble of calmness.

"Her tits were right in my face, what did you expect?" Eddie threw his hands up. "I didn't mean to look at them, they-they were just right fucking there!"

"Yeah, because you'd been giving her signals the whole time, you piece of shit!" You screamed, shoving him angrily on the shoulder. "You'd been checking her out the entire fucking time, no wonder she thought she could put her tits in your face! I'm surprised you didn't shove your face in them right there! Sure seemed like you wanted to, you asshole!"

"Alright, hey," Eddie barked, eyes hard and angry when they flashed at you. "Stop it. I wasn't looking at her. I was just trying to be nice because she was nice to me-"

"-Of course she was nice to you, Eddie, she wanted to fuck you!" You screamed, throwing your hands out wildly around you.

"Well, I didn't want to fuck her, Jesus Christ!" Eddie screamed back, hitting the steering wheel angrily. "I was being polite!"

"Polite? Polite?" You challenged, turning in your seat to glared at him. "Fine, I'll start being polite too, how 'bout that?" You sneered. You saw his jaw tick, knuckles whitening. "I'll start being so nice and polite to every guy who talks to me at your shows, ok? I'll let them buy me drinks and touch all over me, how's that sound? Hm?-"

"-Stop-"

"-And you can't get mad at me because I'm just being so polite, right? So no big deal?" You sneered sarcastically. You could see him bubbling over with anger, fuming with every condescending threat that left your sharp tongue.

"I'm warning you right now to stop." Eddie turned to you, finger raised nearly touching your nose. "You better quit right fucking now. Knock it off." You smacked his finger away.

"Or what?" You challenged, eyes narrowed and fists clenched in anger. "What the fuck are you gonna do, huh?"

"I'll pull this van over right now and spank you right there on the side of the road." Eddie threatened, eyes flashing to yours seriously. You felt your stomach drop, tingling with familiar warmth at the threat. "That what you want, huh? Keep acting like a little brat, and I'll treat you like one."

You squirmed in your seat, the threat making you subdued a little, clenching your thighs at the threat. You watched him, jaw set and hoping the lingering threat would mellow you out, get you to talk rationally and calm down. Your mind flashed, the image of Sandy's hand on Eddie's shoulder, red manicured nails that you knew he loved clenched on his shoulder. Fist balled and anger flaring up, reigniting furiously in your chest, waves of jealousy and anger filling your bloodstream over again.

Your jaw ticked, lips twisting and rolling, eyes narrowing at him challengingly, venomous. "Oh, I'm sure, Mr. Big Talk." You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes flippantly. "You're not gonna do anything because you're such a little bitch." You spat, his head snapping to yours. Eddie's mouth gaped, eyes wide and a little hurt, shocked at your verbiage, mean and calculated to make him riled up.

You bit back a smirk, satisfied with his hurt reaction. "You're all talk. I'm sure that's why you couldn't seal the deal with Penny Baker in there, right? She knew you're such a little-"

The van's brakes squealed to a stop, leaving you lurching forward, stopped by the harsh material of your seatbelt digging into your chest and waist. Eddie's eyes were narrowed on you, jaw ticked when he looked around, reversing back down the winding street into an abandoned parking lot, nestled behind the trees and forestry that lined the backroads.

Your stomach dropped suddenly, shrinking into your seat when you saw him pull around the decomposed shack that read Mel's in peeling paint. The ivy covering and climbing the boarded windows and crumbling structure of the building told you that it had been abandoned for a while. Unfortunate for you, seeing as that meant no one would come by.

Eddie threw the van into park, jostling you with the halt, angrily grabbing the keys out and stomping out of the van. Slamming the door behind him so hard it shook you, vibrations rattling all the way to your seat. You watched Eddie through wide eyes, tracking every angry stomp of his boots on the crumbled gravel as he rounded the hood, tearing your door open with a harsh yank.

"Wait!" You yelped, batting his hands away when he went for your seatbelt.

Eddie's eyes flashed at you hard, domineering and mean. You gulped, tummy erupting in nerves at his look. You knew you'd pushed him too far.

"I warned you," Eddie snapped. "I told you if I had to pull this van over, I was gonna have your ass, and you just couldn't stop, could you?" He spat angrily, ringed hands reaching past you to undo your seat belt.

It whirred past your head, clicking into place above you, Eddie's hands on your wrists. "Ed, wait," You whined, pulling back into the seat out of his grasp. He gaped at you in disbelief, eyes flashing in a warning that had you whimpering. "Wait, 'm sorry, ok? 'm sorry. I-I'll be good." Your eyes rounded, voice pouty and whiny, pathetic and submissive, how he liked it.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah, right. After how mean you were?" He challenged, shaking his head. "You're damn lucky I didn't belt you in that parking lot after you acted like such a little brat. Show everyone there how I handle my bad girl and keep you in line. You embarrassed me."

"You embarrassed me." You snapped, biting and angry. Even in the face of punishment, you could be such a brat. "It's your fault. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh? You didn't?" Eddie raised his brows, glare making you feel small and stupid. "You didn't act out in the restaurant? You weren't mean to me and the waitress? You didn't throw a little fit and left instead of using your big girl words to tell me what was wrong?" You shrunk under his gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the way he talked to you, a naughty little girl getting chastised and corrected so plainly.

"It's not-"

"-If I hear you say it's not your fault again, I'm going to gag you." Eddie warned. "I'll take those little panties off and shove them in your mouth so you can't say another stupid thing. I should be doing that anyways, since you don't know how to say anything nice." You whimpered at the threat, eyes already starting to burn with tears.

"Now, you get out here right now, and bend over. The longer you take, the longer I'm gonna spank you, understand?" Eddie warned, stepping back so you could step out.

You hesitated, looking at him with your saddest, roundest, pleading look, hoping to melt his hard demeanor and have him change his mind; or at least spank you in the back of the van, hidden from the potential of bypasses seeing you.

He didn't budge, jaw ticking when his head jerked to the side, motioning you out. "Now. I'm done waiting."

You stepped out on wobbly legs, carefully placing one foot on the ground then the other. You'd barely steadied yourself on the crumbled asphalt before Eddie grabbed you, spinning you around by your waist. You gasped when he yanked your dress up, tucking the end of the dress into the back of your neckline, securing it so it was out of the way, leaving you exposed in nothing but your panties.

Eddie's rough hands found the seam of your cotton panties, a high cut little thong that barely covered anything. He felt his cock throb, tightening even more in his pants at the sight, how delicious your ass looked in them, leaving his mouth salivating at the sight. He knew he should leave them on, they wouldn't do anything to stop the stinging hits of his belt that were to come, yet he slowly pulled them down, under the curve of your ass and down your thighs until they were a puddle by your ankles. He could see the small wet spot on the front, sticky and wet with fresh arousal.

Eddie smirked, tapping your calves to have you step out of them, reveling in the little whine you let out before bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before shoving them in his pocket. It made you clench, exposed skin covered in goosebumps. "Bend over. Grab the seat and arch that ass back, you know how I want you. Don't make me tell you again." Eddie barked, gruff and mean.

You whined, leaning forward at the hips until you reached the seat of the van, nails digging into the cracked and worn leather. Your arms stretched out in front of you when you wiggled back, a deep bow that left your ass up and presented to Eddie.

Eddie's hands cracked down on your ass twice, leaving you yelping in surprise, lifting up out of position. Eddie's calloused hand pressed down on the bare, small of your back, urging you back into position roughly.

"You know better." He warned, tutting in disappointment. "You know better than to keep those legs closed too."

You pouted, eyes already shining with tears when you bent back down, shuffling your feet apart until your legs were separated like Eddie wanted, back in a deep arch, hands out and grabbing the seat in front you. You could feel the cold breeze of the air gusting between your legs, shivering when it cooled and wrapped through your slick folds.

Eddie smirked, unfastening his thick, black leather belt out of his jeans, palming himself to adjust his hard length, uncomfortable behind his zipper. "You better stay bent over like that, you hear me?" Eddie warned, folding the belt over in his hands.

You nodded meekly. Eddie growled. Three thundering swats made you gasp, jumping and squirming under his heavy palm. Eddie's hand threaded through your hair, yanking your head back, scalp burning and screaming at the pain. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sir." You babbled, lip wobbling, eyes pinched in a wince of pain. You throbbed furiously between your legs, feeling your slick on the inside of your thighs.

Eddie let your hair go, your head bobbing before bowing back down to look at the ground. You could see his heavy, black boots behind you, menacing and oozing authority. You clenched around nothing, trying to fight the urge to squirm, rub your thighs together for some friction.

Eddie sighed heavily, disappointed, your heart dropped. "I'm giving you twenty." He said, tapping the looped leather of the belt against your ass, rubbing the smooth material over your ass until you shivered. "And you're going to count every single one out loud. You mess up, I start over. You get out of position, I start over. Understand?"

You sniffled, clenching your eyes shut as you nodded. "Yes, sir." You mumbled, pouty and petulant, face blazing at the position.

You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, leaves shaking and branches rustling making you jump, back arching up before Eddie's hand walloped on your ass.

He huffed, a slow exhale out his nose. "Looks like we're gonna be here a while." He tsked, shaking his head at you. "You just don't want to behave today, hm?"

You whined. "I do, sir."

Eddie scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it." He bit, readjusting the belt in his hand. He moved behind you, you could see his feet planted, apart and spread to the side so he could really lash you. Your tummy twisted in nerves, anticipation.

"You remember your safe word?" Eddie asked gently.

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. How he could still be caring and sweet, even when you had been anything but. "Yes, Ed," You whispered, looking over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his for the confirmation.

Eddie bit back a grin, rolling his tongue over his cheek instead, belt tapping in warning against your ass. "I'm gonna start." He warned. "Every single one, baby, or we start over."

You nodded, bending forward again. Your hands were clammy against the cool leather of the seat, feeling Eddie playfully tap the belt against your ass, mapping where his first strike would land.

Then you heard it, the swish of the air followed by a resounding clap! that sent you forward, stinging pain erupting in a thing strip across both globes of you ass.

You gasped, rocking forward, clenching your jaw and nails digging into the seat. "One." You grit, desperate to keep yourself in position, bent over and obedient.

Eddie grunted, arm pulling back before another stipe was added to your reddened skin, just below the first one. You cried out with that hit, knees locking and wobbling at the hit. "Two!" You whined out, head tipped down to the concrete.

Eddie brought the belt down in two short successions, where the curve of your ass met your thighs. It nearly sent you tumbling, buckling on the ground. You shouted out both number counts with a cry, shuddering as the burning sensation set in. Eddie could see the wet tears on the concrete beneath you, where your head tipped down towards it.

You'd made it to double digits, twelve, and Eddie was impressed, truly. He figured you would've sobbed, fell to your knees and cried for him after the seventh hit, but you were nothing if not stubborn. Stubborn to please him or to prove yourself right, he wasn't sure.

The whirling of tires, fast and approaching sent you flying up, wide eyed and with a little gasp, seeing the black truck fly by on the main road through tear blurred vision.

Eddie tutted behind you, a heavy sigh full of disappointment. "And you were so close, baby." He pouted, mockingly. Your cheeks flared, turning around to face him, his eyes hard and arms crossed, belt hanging loosely in his hand. "You just had to go and break the rules didn't you?"

You shook your head furiously, head bouncing from the main road back to Eddie. "No, no, Ed, I-I thought someone was coming-"

Eddie lifted his hand, cutting off your blubbering. "And I thought I told you to stay bent over or we'd start over?" Eddie challenged.

You gaped, wide eyed and shocked. Eddie shrugged, shaking his head at you. "Guess we're back to one, hm?" He jeered, nodding towards the passenger seat. "Bend back over."

You were baffled, stammering and pleading on his deaf ears. "Ed, that-that's not fair-"

"Excuse me?" Eddie snapped, taking a step towards you. "Did you seriously just say that to me?"

You clamped you mouth shut, eyes shining with tears up at him. His cock throbbed at how pitiful you looked, desperate and begging. "My rules were clear and you broke them. I told you what would happen if you did, and you still broke them, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

You opened your mouth, a whiny excuse on the tip of your tongue, silenced by Eddie's ringed hand gripping your jaw. "Didn't you?" He asked darkly.

You pouted, huffing at his harshness, tears blinking your eyes when you nodded. Eddie's fingers dug into your jaw making you whine, a warning look that had you fighting back an eye roll. "Yes, sir." You muttered.

Eddie released your jaw with a small shake of your head, stepping back behind you. "Bend over. Grab that chair, and I better hear you count loud and clear." He instructed.

You bowed back over, sniffling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment. Eddie was being so mean, so unfair. You were furious that it made you throb and drench the way it did.

Eddie's hits were lighter this time, but still unforgiving. Still left you crying and squirming, blubbering through tears and blurred vision while he wrecked your ass.

"What was that?" Eddie asked, tipping his head towards you mockingly. "Do we need to start over?" He threatened.

"No!" You wailed, sobbing at the threat, tears and snot running down your face, pooling at the tip of your nose and falling onto the asphalt. "Fif-Fifteen." You whimpered, knees bouncing as if it might ease the burn and sting.

Eddie hummed, taking mercy on you, only for a moment before he tapped the leather belt back against your reddened ass, arm rearing back before walloping against your skin.

Your knees buckled, crying out in pain. Cries and emotions bubbled deep in your chest, spilling over and out of you through racked sobs, shuddering your shoulders and down your spine. "Sixteen!" You whined, high pitched and desperate.

Eddie looked around, head craning towards the road. He knew no one would come back here, couldn't see them from the main road, but he couldn't stop checking.

Eddie's ringed hand ran down your back, smirking when you arched into his touch. He sucked in a breath, palm smoothing over the warm, buzzing skin of your reddened ass, nails digging into the flesh to make you sob. "You ready to be a good girl now?" Eddie asked, smoothing a hand down the curve of your ass, moving dangerously close to your center.

"Gonna be my sweet girl again? Hm?" Eddie asked, moving his hand to your soaked center, two fingers swiping through your sopping folds.

You whined, breathy and needy, head tilting back in pleasure. Eddie leaned forward, resting his belt on your ass, free hand gripping your cheeks. "Hm? You gonna be good for me again? Be sweet like I know you can be?"

"Yes." You breathed out dreamily, tear stained cheeks nuzzling into his palm, eyes pinched close in pleasure, shifting your hips when he rubbed your clit, circling it lightly, teasing. Pleasure was building in your tummy, you were already so close from the belting alone.

Eddie pulled his hand away without warning, leaving you gasping and whining at the loss of touch. You started to move, but quickly readjusted your position under his warning gaze, lower lip jutting back at him. "Eddie, please..."

Eddie shook his head, picking up his belt. "You've still got four more, baby." He shrugged. You whined loudly, childishly, but you didn't care.

"Hey, you did this to yourself." Eddie warned. "But since you've taken your spankings so good, I'll do you a favor." Eddie grinned wolfishly, making your tummy flip and twist, thighs clenching.

"I'll do the last four quick, and we'll be done. Sound good?"

Your shoulders deflated at his offer. You were hoping he'd tell you he'd pardon you, exempt you from the last four and make you get on your knees instead, suck him off until he was spilling down your throat and your knees were bruised from the asphalt.

"No..." You fussed, lip wobbling and the familiar burn of a cry filling your throat and nose. You stomped your foot on the asphalt. "Eddie, please, just be done, please." You snapped.

Eddie's brows lifted, feigned, exaggerated shock. "Are you seriously still whining?" He asked. "And here I was thinking you'd learned your lesson. Hm, maybe I was being too easy on ya."

"No, you aren't. I just want to be done, please!" You whined, stomping your feet into the asphalt, huffy and furious. Your knees bounced, squirming and crying. "I just wanna be done-"

"You still have four more," Eddie said sternly. "And it seems like you need them, baby, look at you. So bratty still?"

"I'm not, Eddie!" You cried out, huffing furiously. "I just want to be done. You teased me, and now you're making me still take more, and-and it's not my fault-"

You cringed, mouth clamping quickly, hoping he didn't hear you. You couldn't see his expression from your bent over position, but Eddie's grasp on your hair, yanking you up again gave you the answer.

"What did I tell you?" Eddie hissed, his nose touching yours, eyes furious and blazing into yours. You whimpered, giving him the most pitifully submissive look you could muster, a last resort to try and soothe him, get you out of trouble.

It didn't.

Eddie yanked your panties out of his pocket, balling them up and holding them between his fingers with his free hand. "Open." He demanded. You shook your head.

Eddie growled, dropping his hand out of your hair, scalp comforted from he release for just a moment before he hand you pulled tight against his hip, hand thundering down on your already reddened, sensitive skin.

You yelped, cried, squirmed, and pushed against him as he spanked you, hand hard and cracking down on your irritated flesh, reigniting the sting and burn. Somehow, his hand was worse than the belt, hard and unrelenting, leaving you blubbering and sobbing.

"I'm done with your attitude, do you hear me?" Eddie snapped, grabbing your face in his hands, fingertips wet with your tears. You nodded, sniffling and muttering apologies. Eddie pulled the panties back out, the fabric brushing your lips. "Open."

You hesitated before opening, barely unhinging your jaw before your panties were lodged into your mouth, gagging around the intruding material that Eddie shoved in.

You looked ruined; tear stained face, swollen and snotty with your cries, mouth full and barely closing around your panties, hair messed from his harsh pulls on your scalp. Eddie swallowed thickly, his cock lurching and he could feel himself leaking into his boxers.

"I'm going to give you your last four, and I still expect you to count." Eddie warned, gruffly, his face so close to you, his breath ghosted over your wet cheeks.

You nodded, stumbling when Eddie let go of your waist, quickly bending back down into position. Chest heaving and sniffling when you bowed, wiggling your legs apart. Your jaw burned with the stretch of the foreign object in them, your panties getting damper and damper with every ounce of saliva that filled your mouth with the intrusion.

"Get ready." Eddie warned. "I'll still be nice to you and give them to you all at once."

Your shoulders relaxed slightly, thankful. You didn't know how much longer you could last with his teasing, keeping you further and further on edge.

Eddie huffed, hand cracking up on your right cheek, eyes training on the jiggle of your cheek and hip at the impact. "What do you say, huh?" Eddie grit, roaming your reddened cheeks, puffy pussy shining in between. "You forget your manners entirely?"

You shook your head. "Thwank ywou." You muttered around the panties, response muffled and slurred.

Eddie bit back a groan, tapping the belt on your ass instead. He looked around, scanning the road and the scenery around him, pulling his arm back, four blistering hits of the belt striping against your ass, darkening and marking the already reddened skin.

You wailed, dulled and whiny with sniffles, drool pooling out of the side of your mouth. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" spilled out of you, slurred and muted.

Your chest heaved, sobs overwhelming you entirely, the snot running down your nose and throat, tears stinging and blurring your vision. Your ass ached, horrible and throbbing pain that you wanted nothing more to soothe, but you knew Eddie would correct you.

"Good girl, such a good girl, aren't you?" Eddie hushed in a gruff tone, rubbing your back gently, signaling you to stand up.

You stood, crying freely in front of him when he turned you to face him. His own face softened, cooing pitifully at you, thumbs swiping the tears under your eyes. "Aw, my poor baby, look at you, huh?" He cooed, shaking his head. "You're gonna be so good for me now, huh? So good now?"

You nodded, trying to respond around the wet cotton of your panties, damp and heavy in your mouth. Eddie held his hand in front of your mouth, fishing the wet cotton out of your mouth, strings of drool tumbling out with it.

You sniffled, rolling your jaw to soothe the stretch and burn. Eddie cupped your jaw, massaging it lightly while he pulled you close by the waist, free hand rubbing over your flamed ass. "You gonna be my sweet girl again?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, hands soothing the burn in your skin.

You nodded, wiping at your eyes. "Yes." You croaked out, lip wobbling, a hard, wet sniffle making Eddie smirk.

"Oh, I hope so." Eddie's eyes glinted, dark and daring in the sunshine, rays catching the amber flecks in his irises making your heart soar. "I think we should talk more about it at home, don't you?"

"Yes, Eddie." You replied obediently, brain foggy. Your pussy throbbed, desperate and aching for his touch.

"Hm, good girl." Eddie pinched your tear stained cheek, lips brushing delicately, tasting the saltiness of your cheeks on his lips.

You curled into his touch, needy, like you always were after he punished you. Eddie pulled you close, hand rubbing down your bare back sweetly, pulling you back towards the van. You reached to untuck the dress from your neckline, when Eddie's hand closed around your wrist.

"Nuh-uh-uh, baby." Eddie shook his head. "You leave that up until we get home."

Your brows furrowed. "But-"

Eddie lifted his brows. "I need to make sure you're gonna be a good girl. Make sure you remember to behave." Eddie's hand rubbed down the hot skin of your ass for emphasis, making your squirm.

"You sit down and think about how mean you were. Want you to remember what happens to bad little brats when they don't act right, ok?" Eddie hummed sweetly, his words making you pouty and your head spin.

You nodded with a little sigh, climbing into the van and lowering gently onto the worn leather of the van seats. The cracks, splits, crumbs, and tears of the seat made you hiss, lifting up gently with a whine. It rubbed uncomfortably against your cheeks, reigniting the furious burn with every scratch and knead against the skin.

Eddie started the van, eyes cutting over to you with a small coo. He squished your cheeks between his hands, laughing at the pout of your lips, how small and pathetic you looked. "Look at you," He laughed, a little teasing, just enough to get you blushing through wet sniffles.

You adjusted, moving to tuck your leg under your burning thighs, hoping to create a barrier between the burn of your skin and the rough leather, but Eddie stopped you. "Ah-ah," He lifted a finger, voice in a mocking coo that had your chest bubbling with embarrassment. "You won't learn you lesson that way, will ya?" He grinned, malicious, salacious. Your lips pressed together. "You sit all the way down, and you think about what you've done, ok?"

You huffed lightly, giving him a pleading look that he ignored. "Please? It hurts, Eddie."

"Oh, I know," Eddie mocked, mimicking your whine with an exaggerated pout that had you biting back a snarl, tears raising higher and higher into your chest, burning even as you took a deep breath to push them down. "That's the point, sweetheart." He quipped.

You did huff this time, but let yourself slide back onto the seat gently, holding back a wince to keep from giving him the satisfaction. "You said you were gonna be good, right?" Eddie asked, putting the car into drive as he started, the gravel mixed with the already choppy shake of the van beginning to irritate your skin further, making your squirm in your seat.

"Yes," You sighed, pathetic and desperate, looking at him mopey eyes that usually turned him to mush. You could see his bulge in his jeans, hoping if you could get him to believe you were sorry and complacent, he'd quit the mean guy games and finally let you cum.

"I'll be good. I promise." You said meekly, placing your hand on his arm, rubbing the veiny, inked forearm gently, sweetly.

Eddie smiled, pretty and loving with deep dimples that made your heart race. For a second, you almost thought it worked; almost.

"I believe you." Eddie smiled, moving his arm back to hold your hand, fingers laced in his, thumb stroking the soft skin. "But every time you lift up off that seat, I'm gonna add a stroke of the cane when we get home."

Your heart dropped, hand tensing under his grasp. He'd said it so nicely, sugar coated words that had you confused, reeling at the meaning behind them. Your wide eyed gaze met his, swallowing the lump in your throat when he winked back at you, devilishly.

"But you're a good girl right? So nothing to worry about, baby." Eddie smirked, one hand on the wheel, a slow cruise down the backroads towards Hawkins. His other hand holding yours, so he could feel every time you squirmed, pressing into his hand to move when the cracked leather grazed your sore skin.

He doled out three strokes of the cane when you got to his trailer, before he finally fucked you, hard and deep into the mattress, grunting in your ear about how you were his one and only girl.

[andipxndy-writes]

Cheater - Allie & Jake

[[And now what you’ve all been waiting for... lol no one’s been waiting for this, I’ve just been hyped to write about it.

Anyway, ever since @a-simple-rper responded to one of my asks by touching on this topic, it’s been on my mind to actually write some stuff about it. Because it’s actually an important part of my canon timeline and I really want to get it out there. Do my muses like it? No. Am I writing this stuff and putting them through it anyway? Yes. I definitely cried whilst writing this.

Some people already kind of know about this, but here’s a proper thing! Hope y’all enjoy!]]

Cheater

Allie slammed down the research paper in her hands on the table between them. Whether it was for dramatic effect or not, even she wasn’t sure. But it sure got his attention.

Jake looked towards her with a start, eyes wide, before he forced an easy smile onto his face. “I don’t get what was so urgent that you needed to send the kids out so that we could talk,” Jake said with an attempt at a laugh. When he got no response, his smile faded. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Jake, are you a faithful man?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically cold.

Jake scoffed and answered without hesitation. “Come on, Allie, you know the answer to that,” he responded simply. When the expression on her face didn’t change, he felt a wave of panic. “Allie?”

“Answer my question, Jacob.”

This time, he hesitated for a few moments before giving his answer, seemingly stunned, before starting with, “Of course I a—”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me.”

His blood ran cold. She knew. She knew.

“Nineteen years. Nineteen years we’ve been married. It was going to be twenty in a few months. A milestone, Jake. It was going to be big. You stayed with one woman for twenty years.” She pursed her lips. “Or so I thought.”

“Allison, I—”

“You think I don’t remember that business trips you took to check on Rosie whilst I was pregnant with Daniel? You think I don’t recall calling you to check up on you multiple times, at a time when you should’ve been able to pick up? Except, you didn’t pick up, because you were busy and I stupidly thought you were stuck doing paperwork with her in the office.”

“Allison, please—”

“You went on so many ‘business trips’ that year. And now I find out that you were with her—”

“For God’s sake, Allison, would you actually shut up and listen to me, for once?!”

Anger flared in Allie’s eyes, but she clamped her mouth shut, giving him the opportunity to do something she definitely didn’t think he deserved to do.

Explain himself.

“It was an accident, okay? Probably the worst accident of my life. I didn’t mean to get Mandy pregnant at all – it has never been my intention to have a kid I don’t know about and leave them to be raised with a single parent! It’s the worst feeling ever for both the child and the—”

“That’s not what I’m most pissed about.” She cut him off in the middle of his passionate ramble, stopping him before he could go too far. Though she certainly made it clear that she was pissed about that.

He stopped short, blinking in confusion. “It... it’s not?”

“No.”

“Then what are you—”

“Jacob, how are babies made?”

It took him a second too long to realise what she meant, and that single second caused her face to redden with anger, her eyes narrowing.

“Oh, so you didn’t even think that maybe, just maybe, you actually screwing my best friend was the problem?! Whilst I was pregnant?! And not even just once?!”

“Well her being my ex didn’t seem to bother you when we first got married!” he fought back.

“Well you hadn’t screwed her whilst we were in a relationship back then!” When he stayed silent, she practically exploded. “You’ve been cheating on me since before we got married?! You couldn’t even keep it in your fucking pants?!”

He grit his teeth frustratedly. “You were the one who was so determined to save ‘us’ until marriage! And I swear, I fucking swear, I never touched another woman like that from the moment we started dating!”

“Clearly that’s a lie, because Amanda has your daughter!”

“It’s not a lie!” He paused and then backpedalled. “Okay, fine, maybe it’s not the complete truth, but Mandy was the only one! I swear! And only after we got married!”

She stared at him for a few moments before scoffing. “I can’t even trust the words coming from your mouth anymore. You’re a lying cheat, and have been for the past however many years. And with an ex, no less. You haven’t changed since you were fourteen.”

“Fucking hell, why is it that you always have to bring up my past with me?” Jake demanded. “No one ever picks on Sam’s past!”

“Because Sam didn’t cheat on their wife, dumbass.”

“But they’re not a saint, for God’s sake!” He sighed frustratedly, running his hands through his hair to try and calm down. He had to think before continuing, otherwise this whole yelling match would go on for hours – and he knew for a fact that Allie could go on like this all day if she wanted to. “Look, Allie, let’s talk about this calmly, okay? I made a mistake. A fucking huge one, but still a mistake. And I’m willing to fix it, but God, Allie, you have to work with me, here! I can fix this, okay? I can make this whole thing better than it seems. I’m a problem-fixer, remember? I messed up big time, but I can fix it!” He took a few steps around the table that separated them, his heart shattering when she stepped away from him. “Allie, baby, come on. Please. It’s just one mistake. But I can fix it, I swear.”

The look of anger that had been clear on her features before was wiped away, only a cold stare remaining. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? You cheated on me with your ex-girlfriend, who also happens to be my best friend. You did it whilst I was pregnant with our second child and I was home alone taking care of our first. You lied to me about it for almost the entirety of our marriage. You have a goddamn child with her! And you’re saying you can fix it, like you broke a little pipe or a glass?” It was obvious that Allie completely disapproved of him acting as if he could ‘fix’ the appearance of a child. But she didn’t even address that. “Jacob, I can’t even trust you anymore. You went and did something behind my back when I was at my most vulnerable, and then acted for years as if it didn’t even happen and never even thought it would be a good idea to be honest with your wife and tell her you did something so incredibly stupid. You’ve broken my trust in ways you can’t even imagine. And I cannot be married to someone I don’t trust.”

“Then we’ll build up the trust again, just like we built our relationship at the start! We can start from scratch, from friends to being married, just like we did before! We can even go from the very start, from before we were friends and when we were just rivals! Come on, Allie,” he suggested, beginning to sound desperate. But he knew that look in her eyes. That look of resolution, of determination.

That look he’d once loved seeing on her with all his heart was coming for him, and he had a feeling he knew what was coming next.

Allie turned, reaching for something she’d left on the desk behind her, before turning back to him and handing him what looked like a Manila folder. He stared at it, before his heart plummeted as he realised exactly what it was.

“I want a divorce.”

[btsvt-adventures]

i just read the second part of your snowboarding au and omg i love it ♡ i need that jihan kiss mhm (and for the twins to ruin it heheh)

A/n: aaaa you’re so cute i love the idea of it!!!!! Poor Jihan muahahhaah. I’m so sorry this literally took me almost two weeks to write smh my procrastinating ass needs some serious help LOL

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Snowboarding AU : Falling in the snow | A Warm Cup of Chocolate | (Almost) Frozen Kisses | Snowflakes & Cherry Blossoms | White (Maybe) Weddings | Here Come the Groom(s)

It’s only after the girls are all tucked in, clearly exhausted from their day on the slopes that Jisoo (finally) offers him something more than just hot chocolate (as delicious as it is)

He nods quietly, watching Jisoo’s daughters curl into one another for warmth, feeling his heart swell with affection

The young single father hands him a glass of whiskey before settling comfortably on the sofa, head resting against Jeonghan’s shoulder

“They’re great, but also exhausting,” Jisoo laughs tiredly, taking a sip of the whiskey, sighing as the warmth slides down his throat

Jeonghan grins lightly, raising his glass to Jisoo. “You’ve done really well with them,” he compliments quietly, watching as Jisoo flushes prettily. “It must’ve been hard at first,” he probes, taking a sip of his drink

Internally, Jeonghan is hoping Jisoo isn’t offended by the question, he just has a habit of asking about people he’s potentially interested in. Jisoo bites his bottom lip thoughtfully, probably trying to find a suitable answer

I’m so fucked, Jeonghan groans, eyes fixed onto Jisoo’s pink lips. They look so soft, so pink and kissab – NO

Jeonghan slams the brakes on that thought. He is not turning back into his 15 year old self, who nearly creamed his pants when he found his best friend making out with their junior

(He still refuses to admit that Seungcheol and Jihoon were his gay awakening)

“… hard but seeing them happy makes it worth it.”

Shit, what the fuck did he say?! Jeonghan panics internally, and figures Jisoo went with the standard ‘hard but worth it’ answer. He hums thoughtfully, shoving his flustered self so far into the crevice of his brain

“I never thought I’d enjoy teaching kids,” Jeonghan confesses, taking another sip of his whiskey. Jisoo has good taste in whiskey

“They’re easier to teach though, compared to their adorably clumsy father,” he winks at Jisoo, who just snickers into his hand, laughter quiet for fear of waking the girls

“Aw you think I’m adorable?” he teases, and Jeonghan can feel his cheeks heat up. It’s weird, in a good way, he supposes.

Jeonghan almost never feels flustered around men, especially men who are (hopefully) interested in him. Jisoo just… makes his heart do somersaults in his chest, and he doesn’t know what to do about it

Well he knows one way, he just hopes Jisoo feels the same

“Yeah, I do,” Jeonghan answers, setting his almost glass down on the coffee table. “I think you’re amazing, and cute and funny and I desperately want to kiss you senseless”

He sees Jisoo flush an even deeper shade of red, turning slightly so he’s facing the snowboard instructor. “Then do it,” he whispers, eyes scanning Jeonghan’s face tentatively, gaze fixing on his lips

Jeonghan almost can’t believe that this amazing, young hot single father returned his budding feelings. He tugs Jisoo closer, tipping his chin upwards, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in –

“Daddy?”

Oh for fucks sake, Jeonghan groans internally, reluctantly letting Jisoo go to attend to his precious baby girl.

Eunwoo sniffles, clinging to Jisoo and whimpering quietly about a scary dream, and Jeonghan can’t find it in his heart to be upset that she had interrupted his moment with Jisoo

“It’s getting late, I should go, early morning tomorrow and all that” Jeonghan hums, standing up and stretching a little. Jisoo glances apologetically at Jeonghan, telling him that he’ll walk him out

“All the way to the door? What a gentleman,” Jeonghan chuckles, and Jisoo rolls his eyes, hand resting on the small of Jeonghan’s back as they take the six steps to the door

Jeonghan wants to steal a kiss before he leaves, but he also knows Eunwoo is waiting for cuddles with her Daddy, and he shouldn’t keep her waiting

“Stop thinking and kiss me already,” Jisoo huffs quietly, leaning up and pressing his lips to Jeonghan’s. He freezes for a millisecond, before winding one hand in Jisoo’s hair, responding eagerly

The kiss ends all too quick (what with a whiny child only a few metres away), and Jeonghan presses another kiss to Jisoo’s slightly swollen lips

“Goodnight Jisoo,” he murmurs, unwilling to leave just yet

“Sleep well Jeonghan, dream of me,” Jisoo winks, purposefully letting his gaze wander, stopping at his crotch, before he shuts the door. leaving Jeonghan standing there sporting a semi

Fucking tease, I’ll get him tomorrow.

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[muertawrites]

Immunity (or Make It Work, Part 2) [Loki x Reader] {nsfw}

Summary: Reader reveals the dress she made for the gala, causing Loki to lose all his shit at once. When Loki spies his half brother taking a liking to her during the midst of the party, he gets hella possessive and makes a point of showing her how much he cares (... with a rough quickie in a hallway. You know, romantic stuff).

Word Count: 3,300

Author’s Note: I thought I was done with the first draft of this until I read it over and absolutely hated it, so I rewrote the middle part and now it’s better and my sleep schedule is totally fucked. As if it wasn’t already fucked before, tho. Also, this installment of Make It Work is lowkey (Loki, lol) inspired by @maiden-of-asgard‘s Frostbite series, which is super great and I’m addicted to it and you should 100% go check it out if you love yourself or even if you don’t love yourself, it can be your first step in learning to love yourself. I’m starting to get delirious with lack of sleep, so I’m gonna post this and hope that I can be a functional adult tomorrow. Goodnight, ya horny bastards, I love you.

                                              ~ Muerta 🌸💀🌸

(Part 1)

You had always believed that the key to sex appeal was subtlety. This was apparent in everything you designed, each garment focusing on the suggestion of a person’s body without ever showing too much of it. A bit of mesh or lace, a slight peeking of skin, a cinch in the waist that revealed what sins lie just beneath the fabric; these were all your weapons in making a piece of clothing maddeningly sexy, and you had applied all of them to the dress you’d made at Loki’s request for the gala he was hosting.

You stood in the hall just outside the reception room of the Asgardian royal palace, smoothing out the fabric of your gown and swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat over the last few minutes as you anticipated the arrival of your escort. Hours ago, a hoard of beauticians had been sent to your apartment within the palace, styling your hair and makeup to suit the dress you’d crafted for the evening. Your hair had been pulled back into a tight, plaited bun that fanned out at the base of your head, with a few loose tendrils falling elegantly over your cheeks. Your lips had been painted in a dark berry shade, and you were adorned with large golden earrings and a matching collier and headdress, chosen from a selection that Loki had sent for you. You were stunning, the picture of an Asgardian goddess, and you had grinned smugly at your reflection as you’d inspected your final look. You had transformed your mortal self into a creature that could put the otherworldly beings of the realm you now called your home to shame, and were endlessly proud of what you had done. You only hoped that Loki would be just as impressed.

The god’s footsteps coming down the hall startled you, pulling you abruptly from your thoughts as you turned to face the direction he was coming from, your heart slamming against your ribs. He turned the corner to where you were standing, and when you came into view, he stopped dead in his tracks. His frozen blue eyes drank you in, scanning your body up and down so that no inch of you was left unseen. He had given you a challenge, and you’d obliterated his expectations; the gown you had designed was absolutely breathtaking, made of a silk so deeply evergreen that it was almost black, shifting and changing hues with the light. The neckline was cut into a severe plunge, stopping just below the space where your breasts met, leaving him thirsting to see more of your skin. Mesh panels mirrored each other on either side of the dress’s bodice, extending down into the skirt until they where lost within its cascade of lush fabric, and a belt cast in gold hugged your waist to accentuate the voluptuous curves of your body. The gown’s sleeves were long, laden with more panels of mesh and accented with lace decorated in Nordic patterns, matching those etched into Loki’s helmet. You were exposed to him, but only just, and the promises of what was hidden beneath your latest work had his mind racing. He swallowed, clearing his throat and bowing politely to you.

“I see you took our conversation to heart,” he said as greeted you with a devilish smirk. You grinned back, offering a shallow curtsey in return.

“I was hoping I’d stun you enough to shut you up for once,” you replied.

Loki held his arm out to you, allowing you curl your fingers around the crook of his elbow as he led you to the doors of the reception room.

“Almost, darling,” he hummed. “Almost.”

As the twin doors swung open towards you, you were greeted with the sight of an entire room populated by the lofty, vexing creatures known as the Jotun. You had never seen them in person, but you knew from the history books in the palace’s library that they had a rocky past with the people of Asgard, characterized by war and bloodshed, and Loki was attempting to pose a sort of treaty between the two realms by hosting their royal family. They were enormous, some of them spanning over ten feet tall, and entirely blue in color, their skin patterned with grooves that supposedly meant different things and were unique to each creature. Not a single one of them was clothed in full, each of them sporting various levels of exposure to supposedly assert dominance and status (as you had read), and you noticed as Loki led you further into the room that many of them had their teeth filed into vicious, shark-like points. You looked up at the king standing beside you, shuddering at the fact that his lean, rangy stature was dwarfed by theirs, finding it hard to remind yourself that he was, under his alabaster skin, one of them. You pulled him a bit closer to you, thinking of how tiny your human form must have looked to the giants. Didn’t you read somewhere that they used to keep Midgardians as pets?

“My kin,” Loki addressed the room as he came to stand in the center of it, your shivering self still huddled beside him, “I welcome you to my adoptive home. Being of Jotun blood, raised by the hands of Asgard, I hope to bridge the gap between our two peoples and move our realms toward a peaceful future. Enjoy your time here. Indulge in our culture and our warm hospitality. We are happy to have you.”

He bowed to the crowd before him, and as the band in the mezzanines circling the reception room began to play, he spun you about and led you away from the fray, raising your hand to his lips in a gentle kiss.

“I thought you were fearless,” he murmured into your skin, teasing you. “I can feel you shaking like a leaf.”

“These people are the size of small buildings,” you quipped back at him, giving the hand holding yours a light squeeze and digging your nails into the back of his palm. “I also don’t think I need to remind you that they used to keep humans as playthings in their recent past.”

Loki smirked.

“Reading up on your history?” he mused. “What a good little thing you are.”

For a significant portion of the evening, Loki paraded you around to his guests, showing you off as if you were a prized trophy. His Jotun visitors poked and prodded at you, intrigued by your soft mortal body, the women toying with your hair, petting it and admiring its silkiness, while the men inspected your figure, some of them getting a bit handsy and groping at your breasts and backside with fervent interest. Their touches made you wildly uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to slap their hands away and inform them that you were, in fact, a sentient being and not just the dumb little pet they perceived you to be, but their intimidating stature and the shaky relationship they had with your employer made you wary, reminding you that they could literally dismember you if they had a reason to – or even if they didn’t have a reason to. Loki stayed at your side throughout the ordeal, however, skirting you away when his guests got too intimate for you to tolerate.

After two hours of being handled by what could easily have been every single frost giant in Jotunheim, you were able to steal away to the large banquet table that had been set up on one side of the reception room, pouring yourself a strong glass of Asgardian mead and stuffing a few hors d’oeuvres into your mouth, trying to regain some of your calm. You had just scarfed your fifth mini quiche when your indulgent stress eating was interrupted by a soft voice addressing you from behind.

“Miss?”

You turned, coming face to face with yet another giant, but noticing that this one was considerably younger than the others, probably only a teenager in Jotun years. He was also more sparsely dressed than the rest of them, leading you to believe that he was a member of the royal family. He gave you a slight bow, his eyes wide and nervous, not leaving yours.

“I am Prince Býleistr,” he introduced himself, straightening his back once again. “King Laufeyson’s half-brother.”

You had heard of Býleistr fleetingly before, knowing him only as the child of Loki’s biological father, Laufey, and the current Queen of Jotunheim. You brushed a few crumbs from your fingers and onto the skirt of your gown, attempting to maintain what little dignity you had left as you dipped into a curtsey.

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness” you addressed him.

Býleistr looked you up and down, his eyes gaping as he took in the sight of you.

“King Laufeyson says you are mortal,” the young prince said, sounding almost breathless. “Is that true?”

You nodded, unconsciously taking a step back from him as you prepared yourself for more unwanted contact.

“Yes,” you replied. “I’m from Midgard.”

Býleistr’s eyes widened in wonder at the confirmation, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly endeared by him. He was just a kid, after all, and it was very likely he’d never seen a mortal in person.

“May I…” the prince lingered on his words a bit, as if unsure they were the right ones. He swallowed, then held his hand out to you.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

Shocked by his considerate act of asking for your consent, you silently gave him permission, raising a bewildered hand for him to take. He grinned excitedly, clasping his massive fingers around your much smaller ones and raising your arm above your head, being cautious in his movements as if afraid he would break you. You smiled faintly back as you allowed him to twirl you, spinning so he could take in your foreign appearance.

From across the room, Loki’s eyes fell upon the scene that was unfolding. He watched, indignant, as his sniveling little weasel of a relative spun you about, laying his grubby fingers on your cheeks, your hair, your waist, your back, and Loki felt the searing sting of envy rising in his chest as you allowed it. You actually allowed him to touch you without any of the hesitation you’d had with the other frost giants. Loki slammed down the rest of his drink and glided furiously over to the two of you, fueled by rage and the alcohol in his blood.

Býleistr was holding your hand, marveling at the minute size of your fingers when Loki interrupted the two of you, clearing his throat and causing you both to jump, startled.

“Dear younger brother,” Loki crooned, his lips spread into a malicious grin and words dripping with acrimony, “as much as it pleases me to see you making such diverse connections of friendship, I am afraid I have come to retrieve my favorite toy.”

Loki took you by the arm, not waiting for Býleistr’s response as he wrapped his arm around you protectively, skillfully maneuvering you through the reception room and slipping with you through a hidden side door, into one of the palace’s many empty corridors. You wheeled on him as soon as you were alone, smacking him hard in the chest with the side of your closed fist.

“What. The. Fuck. Loki!” you snapped, hitting him with each word and glaring up at him. He glowered down at you, his mouth turned downward into a furious grimace.

“How could you?” he growled, taking you by the wrists to stop you from beating him.

“How could I?” you exclaimed, incredulous. “How could you, you piece of shit! Why the hell would you let them molest me like that?!”

Loki smirked, his eyes lazily drifting down to where your chest met his as he held you against him, then back up to meet yours.

“I wanted to see your scared little face, my dear,” he chided. “I am the god of jokes and trickery, after all.”

“You’re the god of some kind of fucking bullshit,” you spat at him.

A guttural hiss escaped Loki’s throat as he pushed you forward, pinning you to the wall on the other side of the corridor. His hands splayed out on either side of your head, and he kept you in place by pressing his body against yours, his hips pinning you harshly to the surface behind you. If your senses didn’t fool you, you were certain you could feel him harden beneath the leather material of his pants.

“I tire of your games, my sweet little pet,” he growled mockingly, his lips pressed to your ear. “You have always been such a tease to me, even when you haven’t meant it.”

You simpered, tilting your head back so that you could stare up into his eyes, your hands pressed firmly to his chest.

“I thought you had an immunity to my mortal charms,” you taunted him, mocking him right back.

Loki shook his head slowly, one of the hands beside your head moving to capture your chin between his fingers as he fervidly licked his lips.

“My darling, you are the one thing that makes me weak…” he purred as he leaned in, taking your lips in a heated, passionate kiss that left your body burning and your lungs gasping for air. You immediately kissed back, your mouth opening and tongue clashing with his as your hands moved upward to clasp the sides of his face, fingers tangling in the abyss of his black hair. You could feel him in full now, his erect cock pressing up against your heat through the fabric of your dress, straining against the crotch of his trousers. He was going to fuck you, right then, right there against that wall, and you barely had time to worry about one of his guests stumbling in and interrupting you, as he was already lifting your skirt above your knees, desperate to be inside you.

Your lips didn’t leave his as you reached one of your hands down to palm at his member through the leather dividing you, the corners of your mouth curling into a smug grin at the needy whimper that escaped from his throat at your touch. You could feel the wetness that had been pooling between your legs start to drip down the insides of your thighs, thankful for once for Asgardians’ aversion to undergarments, as it would make the task at hand much easier and much, much more savory. You continued to work Loki as his hands kept traveling up your legs until every bit of skin below your waist was exposed to him, two of his fingers moving to stroke tentatively at the lips of your pussy, letting out a deep growl when he found you soaked and ready for him. He broke the kiss then, moving his lips to knead at your neck, leaving red marks where he sank his teeth hungrily into your flesh.

“Oh, how long I’ve wanted you, my sweet girl…” he purred against your skin, the fingers that had been stroking you gently slipping inside you, working you tenderly as he marked you as his own with is mouth. You let out a soft moan into his ear, the hand that had been resting on his cheek falling to grip lightly at his shoulders.

“Loki…” you murmured wantonly, your lips pressed into the shell of his ear.

As if halted by some greater power, Loki stopped everything he was doing and fell perfectly still. He pulled away from you, just enough to glare down at you, frozen in place as every muscle in his body stiffened. You gazed up at him, wondering if you’d done something wrong, when you noticed the blood red hue that suddenly flooded his eyes, his blanched skin taking on a deep cerulean tone as he gazed at you like he was going to rip you limb from limb. You swallowed, fearing what would come next as Loki let out a guttural snarl and reached down to where you had been stroking him, shredding the material of his pants so that his cock sprang free from them, promptly wrapping one of your legs around his hip and thrusting inside you without ceremony, groaning at the sublime feeling of your silken walls closing around him.

You yelped as he stretched you to your limits, never having had such a considerable width inside you and savoring the feeling of nearly being split in two. It was painful – so, so painful – but in the most delicious way, and you bit down into the meat of Loki’s slender, glacial hand as he pressed it to your lips to silence you.

Loki wasted no time being delicate with you, immediately slamming his hips into yours as he worked himself in and out of you at a beastly, rapid pace, his monstrous groans filling your ears like heavenly music. You were totally and utterly consumed by him, gazing up lustfully into his crimson eyes as his clawlike nails buried themselves in the plush flesh of your thigh so harshly they drew blood. His stare met yours, cutting into you as he took you without mercy or remorse, pounding into you so deeply you could almost feel him in your chest. You peaked within moments, the current of divine electricity swallowing the whole of your being under a veil of carnal bliss. Loki followed soon after, his cum filling you until it began to spill out, his own cry of absolute pleasure echoing through the hall. He leaned over you for a long moment, keeping you propped against the wall as his forehead rested in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving against yours as he panted with the exertion of having given you the quickest, yet most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever experienced. You were dazed in the aftermath of his sex, uncertain you were still on the same astral plane as you had been just minutes before.

Once Loki had collected himself, the shade of his skin and eyes returning to their Asgardian palette, he slid out of you, clearing his throat as his hands followed the folds of your skirt as it cascaded down your legs once more, his nimble fingers smoothing out the fabric to hide the remnants of the delicious sin you’d just shared. You dragged yourself back to reality, reaching up with trembling hands to adjust the lapels of his coat, fixing his extravagant horned helmet where your touch had set it askew.

You sighed in defeat as your eyes fell on the tattered fabric of his trousers, tugging and clasping his coat closed to hide the damage.

“I spend a month killing myself to make clothes for you and look what you do to them,” you huffed.

Loki chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“I suggest making the seams more durable next time,” he teased.

“Fuck you,” you mumbled, your words swallowed by his lips as you pulled him into a heated, affectionate kiss. Loki hummed, smirking as you parted.

“Later, my love,” he promised you, taking you by the arm and leading you back into the reception room, lips pressing to your knuckles as he did. “We still have a party to host.”

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Soulmate!Meanie

(notes! Okay so I kinda cheated on this lol, it’s two members, but whoops a fucking daisy)

•soulmate au where on your own body and on your soulmates body, you have a matching tattoo •when you meet, the area where the tattoo is burns •people normally have one but having multiple isn’t unheard of •they are people who have platonic tattoos instead of romantic • •as a child, you wanted to be a singer •but then you realized that you sounded like a dying cat and that dream died •but!!!! •you decided if you couldn’t sing •you’d learn to play instruments instead •so you often went to competitions, that’s where you meet a boy named lee jihoon! •he plays the piano, and he’s amazing! •but he’s your rival, yet older brother mentor?? •it’s complicated for two six year old but it’s fine •so you get used to seeing him in every competition you’re in •and from being at the same place so often, your parents have become friends •so you now hang with jihoon pretty often •and you’re just always talking about soulmates •and jihoon fondly smile because ‘I can’t believe we’re the same age’ •so growing up, even though jihoon and you went to different schools you were close •you slept over at his house and vice versa •you guys were pretty inseparable •until •the dreaded high school years •it wasn’t anything bad •you just drifted apart y'know? •like you went your separate ways but if you see him you’ll wave and he’ll do the same •but you just realized that you weren’t very compatible people •if it wasn’t for you parents, you wouldn’t have been as close most likely • •so you’re a teen •the cursed phase •where you’re not sure who you are, what the dream is, or where you’re heading •but that’s okay!!! •you still play your instruments, but you have also spread out to other forms of art! •whether it’s lyrics, poems, or stories you like having a pad of paper in your hand and a pencil tucked behind your ear •it also comes in handy for drawing!!! •other teen find you odd, you walk around like a reporter, a camera can be found around your neck some days as well •but you couldn’t care less, it was what made you happy! •so you were in quite a few clubs •the poetry club, the music club, photography and yearbook! •you were everywhere really •so it’s the around the end of the year and you’re supposed to be taking pictures •but of course you can’t listen to instructions and you’re helping out the newspaper club •interviewing the basketball vice captain while taking pictures •so basketball captain is lowkey douchey •like he’s being super sexist and all you wanna do is finish this and get out of school •but he just droning on and on over how good he is •over how many baskets he’s made this season •so you’re pretending to listen, until you can’t take it anymore and spit you’re way out •jihoon is sitting with his group at one of the tables that’s pretty close •looking for a foot time to cut him off, you plan you’re escape •"oh sorry, my friends are over there and I completely forgot that I was supposed to meet them!“ •smiling at him, you quickly packed up your stuff and waved to him •before rushing to the table jihoon was sitting at •"Lee jihoon, you’ve saved me once again!” •and ten heads turn toward you •and the green haired boy looks at you and smirks, as if he knew something you didn’t •waving at you, he patted for you to sit down next to him •placing your camera on the table with your notepad you sit on the metal bench •"what’s up hoonie?“ •"don’t call me that, shit head.” •letting out a giggle, you introduced yourself too the other boys •"hi I’m y/n! I’m not sure what I want to be but I’m working on it!“ •you said waving at them •all ten boys are smirking, and it’s honestly v unsettling •so you’re looking at jihoon like ‘please don’t skin me and wear my flesh as a coat’ •before you can question them •three boy approach with their arms full of drinks •and you look at the first boy and instantly know who he is •yoon jeonghan, devil who looks like an angel. Not to be trusted •but when you look at the other two, your right wrist and your hip starts burning •so you scream •starting eleven boys and people nearby •but the other two understand immediately •you’re their last soulmate •the person they had been crushing on was their soulmate •and now was screaming in front of them •slowly the burn went away, you kept your eyes on the taller boy •he had his eyes locked onto you •but with a glance to the male who was next to him, so were his •everyone’s eyes in the vicinity went away, leaving only thirteen pairs on you •"what the literal fuck?” •you questioned the tall males who were standing with the juice in their arms •"you’re our soulmate!! The camera! You!!“ •the tall boy who resembled a puppy exclaimed excitedly •whilst the other male smiled, somehow you knew he was just as excited •and you stood up from the bench and looked at the two of them, then the eleven boys who were sitting (jeonghan moved, he’s not standing for anyone) •"I’m gonna take them, bye hoonie!” •take them you did, but not before taking your camera and notepad •grasping their giant hands in your own, you dragged them to an empty classroom •when you arrived, you sat on the teachers desk and pointed at the boys who were still staring •"who’s the cloud, and who’s the pen?“ •causing mingyu to laugh, because that’s what you wanted to know?? •"im the cloud. •the giggling puppy said, to both of your amusements •looking at the boy who had dark eyes, and was wearing glasses •you waited for someone to say something •"I’m kim mingyu! That’s jeon wonwoo!” •the youngest cut off your staring competition •"y/n" •and somehow the world seemed a little brighter • •you got close to jihoon again, much to mingyu’s chagrin •but wonwoo had reminded him often •"at least it’s not minghao" •and that shut up the younger •you had found out that they were childhood friends and met when they were in elementary •mingyu had sneezed and the kids had ran away •but wonwoo had introduced himself to the boy •they had never met since he was a year younger •but when he did, wonwoo’s shoulder hurt •and mingyu was crying because his ankle was burning •but they stuck it out and stayed with each other • •when you go to your music competitions, it’s no longer just yours and jihoon’s parents cheering •no, you have a hole row cheering for you •but your boyfriends are cheering the loudest •completely supporting even if you don’t know what you want to do •wonwoo will sit next to you and wrote his own poetry while mingyu cooks dinner • •for your art final, you picked out of a hat for the topic •it was love •you had complained to the two of them on one of your cuddling sessions •"how do I show love, how am I supposed to show the way woo’s eyes shine when he watch gyu’s food?“ •and they laughed, making you pout •pulling you closer into their grasp •they held you tight, making your fears worse because •really how were you supposed to explain this warm feeling? • •the answer came two weeks later, in wonwoo’s house when all of you are in the kitchen studying •slamming your hands on the table •"idea! Idea! Good idea!" •making mingyu laugh while shutting his science book because he knew he wasn’t gonna be studying •and wonwoo gently hush you with fond look on his face, knowing that both of his soulmates were happy • •you got an A •and your picture was displayed in the art show • •hanging with bright lights over it, a painted canvas •there are big fluffy white clouds hiding the sun, over three bodies who lay on a plaid blanket, limbs on each other, smiles and closed eyes on each face •with crumbled up papers, and pens and pencils thrown on the blanket •a camera lay on a notepad, on the grass, forgotten while the three bathe in the sun •This was love for you three •ove between a bookworm, a reporter and a dreamer •and it was beautiful

[letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked]

Holding on for Dear Life

Steve X Reader, Avengers X reader

A/N: Angst. Angst. Angst. Is there anything else I know how to write?? I have a few other things in the works! I am procrastinating on my project for college, right now, so enjoy this fic I wrote instead of my project! LOL I wrote this very quickly, so don't judge me if it's crap!

Song: Chandelier by Sia

Warnings: Alcohol, drugs, swearing, villainizing the avengers… etc.

Masterlist // Part 2 // Part 3

 Numb. That was all I wanted to be. 

After spending four years of my life with them. With all the guilt, anger, and sadness… I just wanted to be numb. Alcohol and drugs had become my crutch. My way of turning off what makes me a freak, numbing me from the inside out, and making me forget. Even if it’s just for a little while.

I was an Avenger another life ago.

I had saved Clint during the invasion in New York, and was invited to join their team shortly after. I had decided to dedicate my life to helping people, a long time ago. I was trying to make up for what happened when I was a child. I was five years old when I found out I was pyrokinetic. I had thrown a tantrum over something stupid, like any other five year old would do, and burned my house to the ground with my family inside. I was the only survivor, thrown into foster home after foster home. I never used my powers again. That was, until I was in New York volunteering at a homeless shelter. Creatures started coming out of a hole in the sky, and I needed to save as many people as I could. That had included Clint Barton.

After four years of trying – and failing – to fit in with the Avengers, I was thrown out for making a fatal mistake. I abandoned my post during a mission. I fell for a trap – set by HYDRA – and an agent was killed. Then, after a near-fatal attempt to save me, Natasha Romanoff was in a coma for three weeks. I knew I fucked up. I felt horrible and there was nothing I could do. No one would allow me to see her in the med wing, and no one talked to me for days.

The first one to talk to me was Steve… telling me I had fifteen minutes to pack my shit in a bag and get the fuck out. I was done. All the hard work I had done was over. I was crushed. They had left me homeless, poor, and alone. I couldn’t get a real job, because SHIELD had erased me from public files when I joined, and my cards were frozen the second I stepped out of the building. I had a bag of clothes, twenty dollars in cash, and nowhere to go…

Party girls don’t get hurt/Can’t feel anything, when will I learn/I push it down, push it down/I’m the one “for a good time call”/Phone’s blowin’ up, ringin’ my doorbell/I feel the love, feel the love…

Going out to get fucked up had become my new norm. I was effectively numbing my abilities and my emotions, at the same time. Every night was the same: drink, dance, sing, puke, pass out, and repeat. Maybe go home with someone every once in a while, or snort a line to shake things up.

Tonight was no different. My roommates had dressed me up – it was someone’s birthday – and we started walking the strip once the sun went down. My looks had seen better days. My hair was growing long, I was getting too skinny, and my – once coveted – skin looked dull. My roommates did a good job, tonight, but no amount of makeup and hair products could fix the dead look in my eyes. That reflected how I felt inside.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink/ Throw ‘em back, till I lose count…

Dancing was one of the things I had always loved doing, no matter what song was playing. If I was out for a night of fun, I was on the dance floor the majority of the time. There was something calming about closing my eyes and losing myself into whatever genre of music was playing. It was like none of my problems mattered, because I was living in the moment. No matter what I was feeling in life was overshadowed by the feeling of peace as I let the music consume me.

I’ve had way too many drinks. The pulsing of the beat was starting to become a swirling sensation in my head. I felt like I was floating. Maybe that was the coke? Whatever. It felt good. I was perfect. That was, until some grabby little fucker decided to press his dick against my ass.

“Fuck off.” I mumbled, trying to remove his hands from my waist. I may have been trained by the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, but the alcohol was fucking with my coordination. I stumbled in my heels, falling into the guy as his hands roamed around my chest.

Without warning, I was ripped away from the pervert, a woman’s hands on my upper arms to keep me from stumbling. “Y/N?” I know that fucking voice.

The last time I had heard that voice was about a minute before she was shot into a fucking coma.

“Natasha.” I slurred, shrugging off her hands and taking a step back. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but…” Steve stepped behind her, brows pulled together. “Oh, hell no. I’m out.” I stumbled towards the bar, signaling to the bartender that I was ready for another by doing a swoop with my finger.

“Y/N, where the hell have you been?” Steve’s voice said bitterly from behind me, “We’ve been looking for you.”

I took the drink, handing the bartender a wad of ones and turning around to face Steve, “Around. Now kindly fuck off.” I tipped around him, taking a swig of my drink. I can’t deal with this tonight. I need a smoke. I headed towards the hallway for the alley, but was pulled sideways near the tables.

“Y/N.” Clint yelled into my ear to be heard over the music, “What the fuck happened to you?”

I groaned, “Oh for fuck’s sake. Why can’t you all just fuck the fuck off?” I turned, pushing his hand off my arm.

“Where have you been?” Wanda’s voice was in my other ear. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“I’ve been right here.” I slurred, trying to search for their faces in the flashing lights. “Now let me go smoke!” I yanked myself away from them, heading back for the hallway, again.

I shoved the doorway to the alley open, slamming it against the brick walls of the building. Fucking people think that they can just abandon me and act all concerned. They sure weren’t concerned while they thought everything was fine. I pulled my smokes out of my bra, using a lighter since my ability was dulled by the alcohol. I inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke to the sky as I let the nicotine calm me down. Leaning against the brick wall, I continued to let the smokes soothe me.

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier/I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist/Like it doesn’t exist/I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry…

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice came from the mouth of the alley. He wasn’t alone. I was surrounded by my old ‘team’. “What the hell happened to you?”

“You did.” I laughed, chugging the rest of my drink and throwing the glass onto the ground, the shatter drowned out by the thumping of the music from inside the club. “When you fucking threw me out like a piece of fucking trash.” I took another drag, blowing it in Cap’s direction. He hated cigarettes. “I had nowhere to go. I had no money, no way to get a job, no home, no friends… Nothing but a backpack, twenty bucks, and a broken fucking heart.” The whoosh in my ears were starting to get bad. I needed to either drink more, or go home.

“What do you mean ‘thrown out’?” Natasha snapped, looking around the group. “You all told me she left.”

“I left?” I barked out a laugh, throwing my cigarette butt on the ground. “That is fucking hilarious.”

“Y/N-” Steve started, taking a step towards me.

“No, Steve!” I yelled, having a hard time focusing on him. “You know exactly what went down!”

“Y/N-” Wanda tried, but I had about enough of the bullshit by that point.

“NO!” I screamed, throwing my hands up in frustration. “My whole life I have always felt like a freak, when I’ve done nothing but try and help others. When you guys asked me to join you, after New York, I thought I would finally have my chance to fit in somewhere. I spent four years of my life doing nothing but try to become a hero, instead of the sad little girl who hides her abilities from the world. I was still treated like an outsider.” I could feel the tears start to stream down my face. “I was always there for all of you, and I was thrown out after one fucking mistake.”

“Someone died, Y/N.” Tony said from my right. I think.

“That’s rich coming from you.” I spit back, “A lot of someones died because of Ultron, Tony. Fuck off.”

I took a deep breath, finally finding his face in the lighting of the alley, “Agent Timothy Carlson, age 34. He had a wife named Diane, whom he had been married to for 9 years. They had two kids together. A six year old and a two year old. He had people who loved him, and I took him away from them. I have to live with that every day, for the rest of my pathetic life.” I let out a sob. “I needed you. All of you. You threw me out like trash!” Wiping my eyes, I was pretty sure my makeup was everywhere. “I’m fucked. I can’t get a fucking job, because SHIELD wiped all of my records. I technically don’t exist! I have no license, job, money… NOTHING.” I steadied myself, getting ready to go back into the club. I looked back at Steve, whose face looked guilty as hell, “So, as I said before: kindly fuck off.”

And I’m holding on for dear life… / Keep my glass full until morning light… / Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes / Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I’m just holding on for tonight…

Back in the bar, after ditching Earth’s Douchiest Heroes, I ordered another drink. I briefly noticed that I couldn’t find my roommates. They must have gone home with someone.

I couldn’t believe that I had seen my old team. There was so much more that I had wanted to say to them, but my pesky emotions got in the way. I need to be numb, again. I downed a shot, signaling for another. The bartender gave me a look, but kept pouring. I had practiced in my head what I would say to them if I had ever seen them, again. The conversation we had outside was a lot more polite than the one I had planned out.

“Y/N.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Steve.” I snapped, slamming my shot glass back on the bar in annoyance, “Why won’t you leave me the hell alone?”

He sighed, running his hand through his golden hair in nervousness, blue eyes looking away from me, “I feel guilty. This is my fault. I-”

Oh shit, I’m gunna puke.

I took off towards the alley, shoving people out of my way as I ran, holding my hand over my mouth. I had puked in that alley more times than I could count, but tonight I had an audience. Steve had followed me.

Bile and alcohol shot out of my mouth as I leaned against the brick wall, practically painting it with my vomit. The wave of nausea causing tears to run down my face and world tilt sideways. Strong arms held me up as I continued to throw up on the brick wall of the bar. Fuck, this is embarrassing. I wiped my mouth when it was over, “I’m fine, Steve.” My voice sounded small, “Please, just leave.” I took my flask out of my bra, rinsing out my mouth with whiskey and spitting it in my vomit. “Please.”

His blue eyes were shining, face showing pity, “Let me get you home.”

“I don’t need you to-”

My head swam, and the world went dark.

Sun is up, I’m a mess / Gotta get out now, gotta run from this / Here comes the shame, here comes the shame…

Oh, god. My head was pounding. Did I make it home, last night? I felt the heat from the sun shining through a window, and slowly opened my eyes. I was not in my apartment. Whose apartment is this? I looked around and noticed a picture of Steve, Bucky, and Sam on the wall. Steve’s apartment? How the fuck am I in Steve’s apartment? Oh, god, my head is fucking pounding. I dug into my bra for my flask, unscrewing it to take a sip.

Hair of the dog that bit you. Bottoms up.

I noticed a piece of paper with my name on it, sitting on the night stand.

Y/N,

Lock the door on your way out.

-Steve

Sighing, I brushed my tangled hair out of my face, tearing the note in half and throwing it to the side. Standing away from the bed, I made my way over to the bathroom to assess the damage.

That was a mistake.

My hair was in tangles, and it smelled like smoke and puke. My makeup was running down my face, and lip stick was smudged down my chin. I looked like a train wreck. No wonder the team was shocked. I looked sick.

I splashed my face with water, the coolness waking me up a little more. My head was still pounding, but nothing was going to help that until I had a little bump when I get back home.

Looking around for my shoes, I feel the shame start to creep through my wall. I can’t believe that I blew up at the team, last night. They must all hate me even more, now. What the fuck did I care? They abandoned me. At least they know how I feel, now.

Once I finally had my shoes on, I looked back at a picture of the team hanging on the wall.

I’m not in it.

That was all the reminder I needed to throw open the front door and leave, going back to my life without the Avengers.

Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes / Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I’m just holding on for tonight…

[nervous-pacing]

waiting for the end

pairing: reader x taehyung, reader x namjoon (kind of?? its not a love story idk afkjbakd)

genre: angst (i guess), au

word count: 2.3k

Summary: Tomorrow, you and everyone you know will die.

warnings: recreational drug (marijuana) use, mentions of death, alluding to death, generally not a nice topic lol

a/n: i just remembered this account still exists. the first part and first few paragraphs of the second part have been in my drafts for over a year. the rest i wrote in the last hour. posted as is (unedited). will probably maybe edit/rewrite and post on my fan account one day. bAsically this is a draft lol

You stumble into class late after sleeping through your alarm and you’re a bit surprised to see that no one so much as glances in your direction as the door slams shut behind you. Your professor doesn’t make one of her usual snide remarks about your tardiness - in fact, she barely notices when you say good morning and quietly apologize for being late again.

“Who died?” you mumble as you slide into your seat near the window, gazing outside at the melting snow. Momentarily, your eyes linger on a mother trailing behind a child on a leash and you roll your eyes at the sight. Children are not dogs, you think to yourself before turning your attention to your silent lab partners and the untouched materials on the table.

“Seriously guys, why’s everyone so quiet?” you ask, voice faltering near the end because suddenly you’re not sure you want to hear the answer.

Namjoon, the boy sitting across from you, finally breaks the silence in the room. “No one yet,” he says, looking not at you but through you.

Your movements falter but you’re able to collect yourself to avoid accidentally dropping your goggles onto the table. “What?” you say, focused on getting them to fit over your thick rimmed glasses.

“You asked who died,” Namjoon says, and the graveness in his voice, matched by the detached look on his face, makes you pay a little more attention to him. “And I said no one yet.”

You wait for him to elaborate, and you want to ask him to explain but for some reason, your throat has gone dry. No one else makes any attempt to say anything. They all stare blankly at their hands or out the window or at nothing in particular.

When the news hits you, you are taken aback. You sit in silence, hand covering your open mouth as you listen to a man in a suit talk about where to go and what to do next. How to make the physical impact hurt less.

No one talks about emotions.

“100 percent chance of impact...”

You cringe at the words he speaks, imagining how you might feel when you wake up tomorrow morning. If you wake up tomorrow morning. You know the chance of living through what is to come is slim, and you hope for your own sake that you die quickly.

Your thoughts drift to your sisters and what they might be doing back at home. If they’re at school watching the news or if your parents have brought them home so they can all spend their last few hours together.

A pang of guilt spreads throughout your chest as you think of how awful you’ve been to your parents, and how a last minute apology is all you can offer them to make up for it. If you drive fast enough you might be able to get home and see them for a while.

You are thankful to have Lisa sitting beside you because without her physical support you’d probably be in a heap on the ground. You can only imagine how she must feel, being thousands of miles away from her family.

“You okay?” you ask, turning around briefly to see her face. It is only then that you realize she is trembling. Her lunch sits in front of her, untouched, as her hands her shake against the tabletop. Temptation gnaws at you; to reach out or not reach out. What can you offer her, in this moment, that will do her any good? You dare not say more out of fear of being too lighthearted. You’ve always been the person who laughs at the most inappropriate moments and you’re too close to the end to bother trying to change yourself. What good would it do?

Thankfully there’s a commotion coming from across the cafeteria, and you turn around to see Taehyung standing on a table with his shirt hanging from his fingertip. “If anyone wants to admit their undying love for me, now’s the time!” He is met with humorless laughter and expressionless faces, but the smile never leaves his face. “I guess no one heard me. I said-,” and he cups his hands around his mouth for dramatic effect, “-if anyone wants to admit their undying love for me, now is the time to do so!” He is ushered off the table and chased out of sight by an overweight campus security guard. You’ve never seen one of them do their job before. Of course now they decide to do what they’re supposed to, when none of it matters anymore.

“Are you going to eat that?” you ask, returning your attention to a hyperventilating Lisa. It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, she will be dead. You don’t wait for her to respond, not because you know she’s not going to answer but because you don’t care. It doesn’t matter if she answers or not. Who is going to stop you from taking the perfectly ripe mango out of her lunch bag? She’s staring into space, probably imagining how the end of the world will look from her 8th story window. You take her mango and wordlessly leave the table.

“You know I was gonna write my thesis paper about the apocalypse?” Namjoon’s voice is a whisper in the wind beside you. It’s windy as fuck. A side effect of the imminent end of the world, you think to yourself. Perhaps it’s just the regular mid autumn chill.

“What’s your major?” Taehyung asks, flippantly. He probably doesn’t care. Namjoon was not and will never be his friend. From what you know, the two had never spoken to each other until you brought them together this afternoon for a last minute quad smoke sesh.

“Environmental studies.”

Silence ensues. You’re not surprised at his answer, though you always assumed he was more of a liberal arts nerd rather than a science nerd. When you look up, they’re both staring at you.

“Um, I’m a social work student,” you say quietly, assuming they’re waiting for an answer.

Taehyung scoffs, rolls his eyes. “Aw, bet you wanted to save the world, huh?” He reaches over and plucks the unlit blunt from your fingers. Color rises to your cheeks now that you understand why they’d been staring. No one cares about your major; they’re just trying to get high. If this had happened yesterday, you would’ve been offended by his words. Now, all you can do is laugh and nod. You did want to save the world. Still do.

“I’m a psych major, for what it’s worth.” Taehyung lights up. You imagine him standing in front of a class giving a presentation about the role of biology in psychology.

“No one asked,” Namjoon says with the same amount of enthusiasm he’s had all afternoon.

“I put in my withdrawal papers yesterday,” Taehyung adds. Now he really has your attention. “College was never my thing.” He’s hogging the blunt but it doesn’t matter because you have half a goddamn mason jar’s worth of it tucked away in your bag, specifically brought out for this occasion. No use in hoarding or hiding it anymore, not when today is the last day you’ll be able to smoke it.

“I called my parents this morning to tell them,” Taehyung continues, “right before the news came on. They were so disappointed they hung up on me. I turned my phone off and I’m not turning it back on.” He looks sober and old, the way you’d expect a college aged kid who’s high off his ass to look.

“Payback?” you ask, thinking about all your missed calls, the growing number of texts and voice messages you refuse to open or listen to. What’s the point?

“I don’t do all that lovey dovey shit.” He passes what’s left of the blunt to Namjoon, who gives him a dirty look before throwing it over his shoulder. You finally reveal what’s in your bag and they look at you with a desire that makes you feel powerful. You consider confessing your undying love to Taehyung, knowing he wouldn’t call your bluff if it meant a chance at possibly getting laid one last time. You hardly know him, but he’s cute and he has nice hands and you won’t have enough time to feel embarrassed or accidentally fall in love because so little time is left. Daylight is fleeting.

So you quickly make up your mind, straightening your spine with purpose as you boldly ask Taehyung if he wants to have sex with you. His jaw hardens and he looks at you through narrowed eyes and says “yes” instead of the “sure” you’d expected. Namjoon is happy enough to be left alone with an ounce of weed that he doesn’t care if you chose Taehyung, who is essentially a stranger to you, over him, someone you’ve known long enough to be considered at least an associate. Not like you’d pretend to care about his feelings. Not like you’d owe him anything if you really did care about his feelings.

Sex with Taehyung is satisfactory. There is no pressure to perform so neither of you put on a show. There is no love involved so it’s not special. It’s just physical but that’s what you wanted anyway. And his breath doesn’t stink so that’s a plus.

Afterwards, you stumble back to the soccer field where Namjoon is cozied up against a tree. He had every incentive to run away and smoke the rest of your weed alone, or set it on fire on the turf as a form of protest against the environment, but he didn’t. You didn’t think he would.

You spend the rest of the evening getting higher and higher with them, these two random guys who probably would’ve been good friends had you all got together under different circumstances. You’ve stopped worrying about Lisa and your family and even tomorrow’s impending doom.

“What if it doesn’t happen?” Namjoon asks suddenly, sitting up with a sense of urgency that catches you off guard. The thought had crossed your mind as well, but it was nothing you could dwell on when you knew it was just wishful thinking. Not when 100 percent chance of impact kept replaying over and over again in your head.

“No really. What if you guys fucked and we smoked all your weed for nothing?”

You shrug. “Then we fucked and smoked all my weed for nothing.”

“You guys wanna sleep on the grass tonight?” Taehyung changes the conversation, sprawling out across the turf and kicking off his shoes.

“I’d like my last night to be spent in the comfort of my own bed, thank you.”

“You think the campus beds are comfortable?” Namjoon asks.

“More comfortable than sleeping on the fucking ground.”

“I just don’t wanna be alone,” Taehyung says quietly. Like he doesn’t want you or Namjoon or himself to hear it.

“Relatable.”

Silently, the three of you make your way through the half empty student residence parking lots. Everyone who could leave, did leave. You assumed all who’s left are the international students and other kids who couldn’t catch a flight back home. You choose not to think about their grief. Doing so could trigger your own and you don’t want your last night alive to be filled with sadness.

“This is my humble abode,” you say as you invite them into your dorm. It’s messy, as your roommate somehow managed to knock over almost everything and anything on her way out.

“It smells like sweat in here,” Taehyung comments, holding his nose.

“Yeah, well.”

The banter makes it easy to act like nothing is wrong, like your life isn’t changing, isn’t ending. You don’t feel like this is the last of anything, even though deep down you know it to be true. There are so many things to want to do. Pull out your guitar and play it one last time, tell Namjoon and Taehyung your deepest darkest secret just to get it off your chest, check your messages and maybe even respond to some because anybody who takes the time to text you their last words probably deserves a text back. It wouldn’t hurt.

You do none of these things. This is the highest you’ve ever been and you know the second you pull out your phone you’ll start crying.  Instead, you turn on the TV and settle down on the couch, draping your old Peter Pan blanket over yourself and curling into a ball.

“Are you scared?” Namjoon asks as he makes room for himself next to you.

“A little bit,” you answer honestly. It’s the most truth you’ve told in a long time.

“Me too.”

On TV, a news anchor slams his hands on the counter as he spits facts at you through the screen: here’s how it’s going down, here’s how to prepare in the little time you have, here’s what you should do even though it’s not going to save you anyway. You wish he was home with his family, or maybe you’re projecting your feelings onto him. With all that’s going on, it’s safe to say you’re overwhelmed.

You want to thank them for being there with you, but that would mean admitting that something is wrong. Those are words you don’t want to say. It’s not like their presence is for your comfort. They, like you, don’t want to be alone.

Light snoring brings you out of your own thoughts and back to real time. You’re thankful that they’re sleeping because now there is no temptation to speak, but you really wanted to speak. Talking has always tired you out, and now that you’re the only one awake, reality is beginning to set in. You don’t want to think about tomorrow, so you try to think about other things. The science homework you didn’t do, midterms you no longer have to worry about, all the money in your bank account, Lisa’s uneaten mango, Taehyung’s forgotten sneakers, Namjoon’s hand on your back.

The last thing you see is your mother’s grumpy face and arms outstretched towards you, although there is no way of telling whether the image came to you in a dream or not, because there is no morning to wake up to. 

i write the way i speak don’t judge me

also i suck at writing endings and this whole thing in general made me very emotional and it’s almost 1 am good f*cking nnight

[guardianofjunmyeon]

I’ve Got You (part 6)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Future Smut (??)

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Warning(s): Smut next chapter;))))))

A/N Lol you guys def showed you wanted this

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21.

At 8:47 in the morning you woke up. You sat up in bed feeling like a kid who’d woken up on Christmas morning. The sun was shining; the birds were chirping. To be blunt, you were excited as fuck. For once you were excited to take on the day.

Because you were going to see Jongdae today. You’re going to see him, and you’re actually going to have fun with him. You won’t have to worry about scolding him. Worry about fixing some bullshit that he’s managed to get in to. You won’t have to worry about being professional.

Today you get to have fun, with someone who likes you and someone who you actually might kind of like back.

At 9 in the morning you were done checking your phone for emails and messages and returning the 2 calls that you missed late last night. You were a bit sad not to see anything new from Jongdae, but you got out of bed anyway and got ready for your day. You’d just message him yourself after you washed up.

At 9:25 you sent a message to him asking what time he planned on coming over. You didn’t get a response right away so you went ahead and got dressed anyway. If he just happened to show up out of nowhere you’d rather be dressed and waiting than rushing to get dressed with him at the door.

At 11:13 you sent him another message asking if he was alive. You didn’t tell him that you were beginning to get worried. Is his phone dead? Did he forget? Feeling a little put off at his lack of response you locked your phone and decided to watch a movie on Netflix.  

You felt ignored. Neglected even. A bit angry, but you weren’t going to let it ruin your day. He probably has a reason for being late, and when he gets here you’ll just make sure to tell him off. Maybe you’ll ignore him and jokingly tell him to go home because your time is money, and he blew his chance. He’d probably whine, you’d get a laugh out of it and you’d both move on.

At 5 in the evening you were beyond upset. He’d stood you up. You weren’t going to cry. You weren’t going to spam his phone with messages. You’re a grown ass woman and one guy standing you up isn’t going to make you resort to acting desperate and losing your dignity. Especially no one like Jongdae.

At 9:48 you took off all your makeup, put your pajamas back on, and fixed yourself something for dinner. You don’t know why you decided that waiting to eat was a good idea. You assumed you’d get food on your date, but since it was obviously no longer happening you realized how dumb your reasoning sounded. You wait to eat for no man. Especially no one like Jongdae.

You stabbed at your plate while watching a rerun of The Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, angrier at yourself than at Jongdae at this point. You let yourself get played. You played right in to the game, and you embarrassed yourself. You told him you liked him, god you actually admitted it and now he knows and will probably make fun of you about it for the rest of your career. You got stood up and it’s only because you said yes to the first mention of a date after like 6 years of nothing. Well…you’d had a couple of one night stands in the last few years, but they were just that. Ways to release some tension with total strangers who didn’t know anything about you or what you do.  

“Ugh!” you let your plate land on your table with a clang and cross your arms over your chest. How could you be this dumb? Actually agreeing to date him? What the fuck! You aren’t in college anymore. How’d you do something so thoughtless after getting (what you thought was serious) attention one time after moving to Seoul and taking the job at SM?

At 2am, you were still up and nursing a bowl of popcorn and a small tub of ice cream binge watching scary movies. You watch some blonde girl get decapitated by a monster when you hear your doorbell buzzing. “Coming!” you yell around a mouth full of popcorn. Wiping your buttery fingers on the grey material of your shirt, you make your way to the door and try to force down the absurd amount of popcorn you shoved in your mouth before the door buzzed. Why’d you try to eat so much? “Who is it?” comes your muffled question.

“It’s me,” the person says. Your hand stalls on the doorknob. You look out of the peephole to confirm your suspicions, and quickly put on the chain lock before opening your door just a sliver of the way.

“What are you doing here Jongdae?” seeing him makes the anger that you felt before flare once more, and it doesn’t even matter that he looks amazing in his stupid jeans and black hoodie and his stupid hair is all over his head and he just looks soft and cuddly.

He smiles apologetically at your frowning face. He knows that you’re mad at him, its apparent in his expression. He only ever looks like this when he’s really done something wrong and he knows you’re going to either curse him out or throw shit at him in your office. That being said, you’re very familiar with this expression of his. “I know you’re beyond pissed but-”

“No it’s fine,” you say bluntly. He closes his mouth with a clack and looks at you in confusion. “I knew you were joking about…all of this. I get it, you got me. I’ll admit it. I believed you for a while there. Don’t even worry about it. We can forget this whole happened and go back to shouting at one another next week like we did before. See you at work on Monday Jongdae.” You give him a weak half smile that actually hurts to fake and go to push your door closed when his hand flies through the space between the door and wall.

As tempted as you are to actually just fucking slam it on his arm, you decide against it and open your door back up. You aren’t a child, and there’s no reason the physically hurt him for this. Violence is never the answer, and you would never resort to that…although you won’t deny the thought crossed your mind. You sigh, he laughs nervously. “I have wine as an apology?”

“Was that a question or a statement?”

“Both? Whichever makes you less angry at me I guess.” You scowl to yourself and curse your apparent weak will, close your door so that you undo the lock and open the door fully.

Jongdae lets out a sigh of relief and takes a step towards you only to falter when you don’t move to let him in. You see the bottle of red wine in his hand that you know is expensive and really good because you’ve had it like twice at SM staff parties.

“You look cute,” he says biting his lip shyly while giving you a once over.

“I look like shit,” you deadpan, moving out of the way so that he can finally come in. He juts out his bottom lip while he takes off his shoes.

“You still look cute to me. I’ve never even see you in casual clothes,” you hear him mumble with that slight whine that he likes to tack onto the ends of his words. It’s like a verbal pout really. Turning your back on him to take out 2 wine glasses and your trusty wine opener you stick your tongue out and mock his words quietly.

“You still look cute to me blah blah blah,” you grab the glasses, set them down, and turn back to see him walking closer to you and setting the wine on the counter next to your sink. He takes slow steps towards you and eyes your crossed arms, or maybe he’s looking at your tits. You don’t know for sure, but you do remember that you aren’t wearing a bra. The idea of properly covering your chest passes through your mind, but he’s already seen your boobies now, so there’s really no point.

“I’m really sorry for being so late-”

“So late…”

“Okay, for basically not showing up at all. I’m sorry. We had an emergency schedule and it ran way too long, and I meant to tell you but my phone died early this morning. I completely forgot to charge it last night. I’m an idiot…”

He pauses and looks at you as if waiting for you to forgive him or tell him that he’s wrong. You point to yourself and scoff. “Are you waiting for me to tell you that you aren’t an idiot? Cause if you are it’s going to be a long night.”

“Do you forgive me at least? I am really sorry.” You give him a neutral look before opening the wine and pouring some in both glasses. You grab your own and trot over to the TV. Jongdae follows and sits beside you with a hard pout on his face while he nurses his own glass. “Are you ignoring me now? I said I was sorry! Why are you doing this? You know I hate being ignored, answer me! Why are you like this?!”

You down the entire glass of wine right before standing up and jerking your head to the kitchen again. “Are you hungry? I can order something or we can eat some ramen-” you quickly close your mouth and hope he doesn’t read too far into your latter suggestion. Eat ramen? Why would you ask that when you’re both alone in your apartment? Now, he’s going to think you want to fuck him.

Well…it’s not like you don’t want to, but-

You glance at him to catch him blinking dumbly at you and you immediately know that he knows the implication and now you really want to slam your head in the microwave and push fucking start so that you can just die rather than have to stand here in this growing awkwardness.

“I uh- ha I didn’t mean like eat ramen, but like actually eating some ramen like real food not like that haha or anything,” you stutter around your words and each syllable that escapes from your mouth makes you feel like you’re slipping even farther in a hole. You are supposed to be a master or words. A verbal magician. Where are all those years of training?

He stands up and you can see the mischief dancing in his eyes even though his face is mostly blank. The corners of his mouth are lifted just slightly more than usual and the air around him is screaming with confidence at you.

Your pulse speeds up as the air around you feels heavier.  

“I didn’t mean to fuck up our first date,” he says. Is it just you or is his voice lower than usual? “But, I know how to make it up to you.” His hands find their way on your hips, and you can feel the warmth of his skin through your cotton shirt. Your skin prickles, and you glance at his lips momentarily before finding his eyes again.

God you want him to kiss you again.

“It doesn’t…have anything to do with eating ramen…does it?”

His eyebrow twitches up just a little bit the way that it sometimes does when he’s either happy or confused. “Do you…want it to?” he asks lowly. His fingers press a bit harder against your skin, your faces inch towards one another, and you feel your body throb in anticipation. His eyes are looking at you too closely, his breath brushes against your face too warmly. Finding your voice comes a little too difficult, but after swallowing the lump that’s formed in the middle of your throat you’re able to respond.

“I mean I’m not opposed to it-” he cuts off the rest your whispered confession as his mouth closes in on your own. All of your remaining reluctance vanishes along with your ability to think coherently.

All you can focus on is how nice his lips are against your own and the light taste of red wine on both of your tongues. Your hands reach up to his face to splay against his cheeks so that you can have your fingers lightly touching the edge his hair. He tugs your body closer to his so that your torso is pressed flat against his and your stomach drops in response. You can’t help the soft whimper that slips from your lips against his as desire pools between your legs.

Your calf hits the front of your sofa, and the two of you nearly topple onto your small couch. You barely stop the fall by reaching out and bracing yourself against the top of it with your arm. Chest heaving and in an awkward position, you take in the equally disheveled mess you’ve made of Jongdae.

He’s leaning over you with his own arm keeping him up. His lips reddening and shining with your lingering saliva. He groans in the back of his throat and leans his head in the crook of your neck and sighs. His added weight forces you down, and he lands sprawled out on top of you. You sink into the cough with a grunt.

Unbothered, with his breath still puffing against your neck and crushing you he mutters, “What are you doing to me?”

You laugh breathily and close your eyes to try and regather your wits and ability to breath. “I don’t know. I ask the same to myself about you,” you admit.

He pulls back and looks down at you with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. “You’re so beautiful,” he finally says.

“You’ve got a raging boner; you’d say anything to get in my pants right now.”

“You’re right,” he says with that smile that’s starting to make your stomach do flips. “But, you’re still beautiful.”

“Shut up and let’s go back to my room, I don’t want to get laid on this couch. I already can’t sit here without thinking about you kissing- I mean let’s go.” Your cheeks flame and you try to escape from his growing laughter at your accidental admission.

“You’re so bad at pretending you don’t like me,” you shove your face against his chest and groan loudly. You’re still horny and all this waiting around is about to drive you mad. You might just be fine with him fucking you on this small ass couch if this teasing is prolonged any longer.

“Can we just…go to my room? Please.”

“Ooh begging. Never thought I’d hear it from you, I’m all for this- wait wait!” he laughter stops you midway through sliding off the couch to escape. “C’mon, stop running away. I’ve got you.” He hooks his arm under your legs and hoists you up bridal style. You had no idea he was actually strong enough to pick you up. He’s got hella nice arms, but you really hadn’t thought you’d be at this point with him picking you up like you’re a quality bag of potatoes. “Let’s go. I’m not going to lie, my balls are starting to hurt and your clothes are getting more and more annoying.”

[piecesofscully]

Welcome Home

The first fic from my 2005 archive, The Audit

**This is the second fic I’ve found in my fic LJ/archive from 2005, and it’s even more entertaining (to me) than the one before LOL I think it may be one of my first smut endeavors. Don’t come at me with how OOC it is, I know.  I knoooow.**

Author: PiecesofScully (2005) Rating: NC17 / Explicit Timeline:  Season 7ish, evidently

A small child cried softly into it's mothers chest somewhere to the right, while a large man snored softly off to her left. Some movie starring Rachel McAdams played on the screen ahead of her, but she was completely oblivious to it all. Instead, she reclined a bit in her airplane seat, her eyes closed. It'd been a long week. She'd been sent to the state of Washington to investigate a set of murders. They'd needed her expertise, she'd been told. Bullshit. All three murders had nothing to do with each other, it was obvious to her before she'd even left. But she went...she'd been assigned...ordered...so she went. Alone. With out her partner. They'd been separated again, but this time indefinitely. That is, ever since 'they' found had out that she and her partner had become 'intimate'. She still had no idea how 'they' found out... she thought they'd done so well keeping it secret. 'Obviously not well enough,' she thought to herself. All of the sneaking around...they'd even made sure not to be intimate while on the job, only during their own personal time. 

She sighed. Whatever. 

She shifted in her seat in attempt to make herself more comfortable. That attempt, lost. She knew very well what was wrong with her. She missed him. Her body ached for his touch...she longed to hear his voice, his 2am-fuck-me-voice...the feeling of his fingertips trailing down her hips leaving a trail of fire...his moist lips marking their territory on her collarbone- 'Stop it dana', she told herself. 'Thinking about this isn't going to do you a damn bit of good. Especially now, and here on this plane.' She glanced at her watch. 53 minutes till she could be at his apartment and in his arms. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He rolled onto his back, suddenly remembering just how uncomfortable his couch was. The apartment was dark except for the street light pooling in through the window. He could be in his nice, soft bed, but he refused it's persistent invitation...refusing to sleep there without her. It wouldn't be right. She'd been gone for 5 days now. 5 days, 13 hours, 36 minutes and around 20 seconds. He knew she'd be home soon, 53 minutes as long as there wasn’t any traffic, but he couldn't help missing her. He just wanted to be in the same room as her, or laying in bed with her watching her sleep after hours of making love...memorizing every curve to her body...carefully moving the one wisp of auburn hair that had fallen across her delicate shaped eye...the scent of her glowing skin all over him...engulfing him.... Involuntarily, he groaned. The sudden noise that had escaped his lungs caught him by surprise, bringing him back to the present. The painful reality that she wasn't really here, and he was already 'standing at attention' for her. After raking his fingers through his hair, considering a cold shower then deciding against it, and silently willing, begging his friend down south to relax, he looked at the clock. 42 painstaking minutes till she'd be there. He sighed and lay back down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ White knuckled with anxiety, she drove through the dark and deserted streets of the city. She thought she was going insane. At the airport, she thought she'd seen him 4 different times, each time making a complete fool of herself. It was quite plain to her that 3 of the 4 men hadn't appreciated being practically tackled to the ground then kissed by a petite red headed stranger. Especially when their wives were standing a mere 3 feet from them. She shook her head in disbelief just thinking about it. The action of shaking her head...something caught her attention. A smell, so familiar, but... She sniffed around the air trying to find it again. She shook her head again, leaned down to her right, then her left, finally stopping at her left shoulder. His cologne. She could smell his cologne on her jacket. Her eyes fluttered. That scent threatened to overwhelm her senses and make her swoon- The flash of bright red lights caused her to slam her foot to the break pedal, just missing the stopped car ahead of her. 'Where'd you come from,' she thought questioningly. The next words she spoke out loud, "Get a grip, Dana!" After taking a much needed long breath, she glanced at the street sign to her right. 3 blocks? Was she really that close? Her heartbeat quickened at the thought. Gently, she applied pressure to the accelerator pedal, attempting to pace herself. Out of the blue, a thought occurred to her. What if he wasn't as excited to see her? What if he didn't want to see her tonight? They hadn't actually planned on meeting tonight. She just assumed...but on the phone this morning, he'd sounded like he missed her just as much. Like he couldn't wait for her to get home... Her thoughts trailed off, filling with doubt. A mild wave of panic started to settle in her chest like a heavy brick squishing her lungs. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Tears sprung to her eyes, lining her lids and blurring her vision. After brushing the few salty drops away that had run down her cheeks, she pulled over in front of his apartment building, and shut off the car. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He set his glass of water down on the coffee table and walked at a leisurely pace to his window. The stars were so bright, at least three times their normal size tonight. The moon was large with it's spotless complexion, seemingly daring the sun to come up and attempt to out-shine it. He dropped his gaze to the car parked in the street below. He held his breath as he watched the drivers side door open slowly, and as if in slow motion, a redhead stepped out. The sheen of her auburn hair seemed so cold, it chilled his soul leaving him frozen him in time. But then she turned her head towards the window. The sight of her face bathed in moonlight warmed his heart, and before he could register what was happening, his legs carried him out his front door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Just seconds before) 

She gathered all the courage she had and opened the car door. 

'Just go Dana', she whispered to herself. 'The worst he could say is 'not tonight' right?' With that said, she climbed out of her car and gazed up at the moon. She swore she could feel a pull from it, an invitation filled with it's energy, drawing a slight smile from her. Her eyes trailed over the horizon and up to his apartment window. She nearly gasped when she saw his silhouette framed by the window pane. Her body reacted before her mind, and she was sprinting into his building. As she made it inside and passed the stairs, she half thought about taking them so not to have to wait for an elevator. But the 'ding' that announced the elevator's arrival on her floor caught her attention. She halted in her tracks and turned to see the doors separating. There he was. She hesitated. The look on his face was unreadable. She smiled. She didn't care if he was unhappy about her surprise visit...all she cared about was touching him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The doors opened and there she was. So confused. So unsure. So beautiful. He opened his mouth to call to her, but he found his voice betrayed him and nothing would come out. So, using his index finger, he motioned for her to him. Slowly, she made her way over to him, never breaking eye contact. When they were both in the elevator and the doors closed, his left hand smacked the emergency button. Though a buzzer sounded loud in the small space for a moment, there was no longer anymore confusion...no more doubt.  Her hands went up to his face and pulled his lips to meet her own. The kiss was sweet and tender at first, like a virgin kissing their first lover for the first time. So pure and innocent. His teeth gently nibbled on her bottom lip...the sliding of his warm, slick tongue across it caused a deep moan to curl from her throat. Then suddenly his tongue was in her mouth, dancing with her own. His hands were sliding down her waist to her thighs. Using his fingers, he inched up her skirt. Her hands were at his belt working quickly, like a child tearing through the wrapping paper of a present to get to the goodies inside. The second she got his pants open, they fell to the floor, mirroring her panties. She stepped out of them quickly, and kicked them aside. She felt his hands slide a few inches down from her hips, and in one swift motion, he'd lifted her and pushed her against the elevator wall with her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked. He looked into her eyes, seeking unspoken permission. She smirked and cocked her eyebrow. He almost orgasmed standing there when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Instead, he grabbed a hold of her ass and shoved himself into her. There was no hesitation as they worked into a smooth motion right away with him pulling her hips closer to surround himself within her, while pressing her back into the wall. His hand slipped up her neck and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head to the side. She gasped as she felt his teeth nip at her neck, the sensation building up the anticipation to her impending release. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her thighs tightening...begging for more of him. His pace quickened, signaling to her that he was about to come, and the thought pushed her over the edge...pushing her across the fine line from sanity into pure ecstasy. He followed her moments later, her name dripping off of his beautiful lips as he pooled into her. After a few seconds, he pressed his sweat glistened forehead against hers and sighed, "Missed you...welcome home." The End :)