wiggling feet

She loves to tell jokes that she could only understand. She likes to wear a dress and sway around in her heels. Unfortunately, she can’t dance at all, but she’s trying her best to learn. She loves to observe people whenever she’s traveling and make funny stories out of them. It’s her favorite past time so don’t be shocked when she silently giggle out of nowhere.
She loves to cook, but most of the time, it tastes bad. Compliment it through eating them with her. She loves to sing while washing the dishes. Enjoy the moment because you will see her in her most real form.
She loves to listen to stories, stare and smile without any reasons. She loves to play her curly hair and when she randomly push you, don’t get mad at her because she wants to get your attention. Sometimes, she becomes crazy when she saw someone staring at you. She will hold you closer and make them feel you are hers. That’s how she is, accept her.
She loves to wiggle her feet at the bed and tell stories that she experienced throughout her life until she gets tired. She loves to trace spine and put someone’s arms around her because it gives her solace. Your arms will become her home; she will fall in love with the idea of sleep inside of them. Let her. And wait, she snores, and I could tell you, it’s cute.
She has flaws, but it differentiates her from the crowd. It makes her complete. You may not understand her every time but try your best to because she needs you. She’s maybe crazy and weird, but she’s secretly hoping to end up with you.
She’s a unique kind of star, and you could never find someone like her in this world or in another. She may not be perfect, but she’s perfectly fit for you.
She chose you over anyone else.
Love her, be grateful.
—  E.J. Cenita

It doesn’t need to be an attack. It can be as subtle as you want to make it.
I can decide where, when and how, I just need to pick the right moment.

Standing behind you in a crowd, placing my hands on your hips, I whisper in your ear ‘you’re ticklish aren’t you?’.

That’s all it takes. You body instantly goes into alert mode, your shoulders rise and goose bumps run up the back of your arms. You’ve never been more aware of where my hands are than this moment right now.

I’ve said four words and you’ve started to blush, you’re shaking inside, waiting, wondering how you’re going to cope with what you think is coming. All these people here. Your cheeks fully flush.

You flinch as I lean in to your ear again. 'I’m going to tickle you…’.

I move my fingers an inch on your hips and your shoulder blades move inwards, you stand taller. It’s like I have a puppet, your skin is the strings, I have control.

I can feel you shaking, I know you’re biting your lip without even seeing your face. You playfully push back against me, your body says 'stop it’ but I know your mind is just waiting, craving that jolt. You start to breath deeper.

I slide my hands around your smooth tummy and feel it contract. I know by now your legs are starting to shake. I lean in again and whisper 'you’re Tickle Trash aren’t you?’.

Your legs lock firm and your shoulders rise again. The anticipation is wrecking you, your body is buzzing all over. I slide my fingers back to your hips as I lean in one last time 'Just wait until I get you home…’

It’s as easy as that. Nobody noticed. I don’t have to attack you to ruin you.

LOLLIPOP || request

anonymous said: GIRL!!! imma need you to write something about jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it (bc idk he might have seen her w one a few moments before) then getting it off of her mouth and slowly making her get down on her knees and put the popsickle right new to his crotch AND U KNOW WHAT TO WRITE AFTER THAT!!! PEACE!!! Keep this message even if you wont use this idea it okeeee (i just pictured taehyung doing it im so gone bye!!!!!!!

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word count: 1.9k
genre: smut [oral]

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Disclaimer: Not proven if this smell makes Lin gets “happy in the pants.” But I love this smell.


“Hey Lin.”

You leaned over his shoulder, wisps of your hair touching his cheek, watching him type on his computer lyrics for an upcoming song in his dressing room.

Lin tensed, fingers frozen over the keys as he inhaled. You saw the corner of his eye twitch before he abruptly stood up from the desk, causing you to quickly step back.

He turned towards you, eyes glazed over with a hidden emotion.

Strands of his hair fell from the headphone’s hold that he wore, sticking to his forehead. You swept them back with your hand, missing the sharp intake of breath from Lin.

You glanced from Lin’s sudden grip on your wrist to him. “Everything okay, Lin?”

He shook his head side to side slowly, taking another deep breath, before loosening his grip on you. “What are you wearing?”

Tilting your head to the side, you looked over your outfit for the day. “Jeans and a hoodie? What-”

“You know what? Nevermind.” Lin cut in, turning his back to you and settling back into his chair.

You stared at him dumbfounded, watching him type out a few lines until looking over his shoulder at you. “Do you mind finding Javier and have him come here for me?”

You raised an agitated eyebrow at him, opening your mouth to retort before he added an exhausted “Please” to the request.

Shrugging, you obliged and left his room to look for his understudy. Poor Lin seemed stressed so you decided not to push the weird conversation further.

You found Javier sitting in the common room sipping on tea with a book in his hand. He looked up at you when you neared, smiling wide. “[F/Name]! What can I do for you, beautiful?”

He asked, setting down his book. You smiled back before telling him Lin wanted him. “And I don’t know what for. He was working on a song when I was with him so maybe that,” you wondered aloud.

Javier nodded, getting up from the armchair and stretched. “Well, I might as well go see.”

He placed a hand on your shoulder when he walked by, stopping an inch from you. He inhaled, a small smile forming on his lips.

You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together. “First Lin. Now you. Do I smell?”

You raised the collar of the hoodie to your nose. “It’s a new perfume. I mean…I thought it smelled good.”

Javier wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you. “No, no. It smells wonderful. But I believe I know exactly what Lin wants to see me for.”

He released you, giving you a small wave before heading down the hall.

“Ya’ll need to tell me instead of being cryptic, you fuckers!” You yelled after him, earning boisterous laughter.


Oak picked you up as you were only a few steps down rhe stairs, putting you on his shoulder and spinning you both around.

“Movie party, [F/Name]!” He yelled, his spinning getting faster.

You pounded on his back, a mixture of laughter and squeals coming from your mouth, pleading to have him set you back on the ground.

A pair of hands gripped your waist, hoisting you up and off of Oak’s shoulder. You wiggled as your feet weren’t yet touching the ground.

You heard the deep laugh of Daveed behind you. “You’re so tiny,” he cooed.

He brought you closer to him, rubbing his stubble against your cheek. Oak chortled, you cussing out Diggs, placing dishoner on him and his cows.

Daveed put his nose in your hair, taking two sniffs. “Oh, you smell nice. What is that scent?”

You managed to wiggle out of his grasp, stumbling a bit from the landing. “Well, it’s-” A thick blanket was then placed over your body.

You thrased in the cover a bit before you could find a hold to poke your head out. Lin still had his arm outstretched from the dropping the blanker on you.

“I need to talk to you, [F/Name],” he said, eyeing the two friends. “Privately.”

Daveed and Oak both backed away with their hands up. “She’s all yours, man,” Oak reassured him.

“Yeah,” Daveed saluted. “Someone will come find you if you’re not back in time for the movie.”

By the time Daveed finished his sentence, Lin had already pulled you out the hallway and up the stairs leading to the rooftop.


You crossed your arms, resulting in pulling the blanket closer to your body, and stared at Lin who took position by leaning on the door.

“What’s up Lin? You know how much popcorn I could be shoving in my mouth right now?”

Lin mumbled under his breath, the words you heard roughly translating into: “There’s something else I want to shove in your mouth.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You sighed, feeling the night air nipping at your skin. “Look Lin. If you were trying to freeze me till I’m a popsicle, congrats! My toes are numb. So-”

Lin kicked away from the door, closing the distance between you. He unraveled the blanket from you and slid his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around him so the blanket covered you both.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, his deep breaths not going unnoticed.

You awkwardly pat his back. “Are…you okay?”

He let out a long sigh before replying into your hair, “I’m such a weirdo.”

You rolled your eyes. “As long as you know it.” You jerked when you Lin pinched your sides. He leaned back enough to look you eye to eye.

“Black Raspberry Vanilla.”

He leaned down to sniff your hair again, his nose traveling down to you neck. “You got it as a shampoo and body conditioner.”

A shiver went through your body as his nose moved around your shoulder blades. “Well it was on sell if you bought them together. And I really love the smell. I smell like a freshly baked pie!”

He stopped his nose adventures to look at you. “ Smell so good I could eat you up.”

You stared at him, noting the glazed look in his eyes to the small pants coming from his parted lips, before a smirk formed on your lips.

“Oh. I see. This smell turns you on. Your aphrodisiac.”

A booming laugh interrupted the moment, Lin jumping back and turning to the source.

“I told you she would get it soon enough, mijo.”

Javier had his head poked out the door, a smile on his face.

You face palmed. “That would explain the weird behavior the past few weeks.”

“Correct.” Javier moved so he stood a few feet from both of you. “I came to get you two since the movie has been chosen.” He looked between the two of you, noticing Lin’s flushed face.“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nope!” You smiled at him, glancing at Lin.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

She loves to tell jokes that she could only understand. She likes to wear a dress and sway around in her heels. Unfortunately, she can’t dance at all, but she’s trying her best to learn. She loves to observe people whenever she’s traveling and make funny stories out of them. It’s her favorite past time so don’t be shocked when she silently giggle out of nowhere.
She loves to cook, but most of the time, it tastes bad. Compliment it through eating them with her. She loves to sing while washing the dishes. Enjoy the moment because you will see her in her most real form.
She loves to listen to stories, stare and smile without any reasons. She loves to play her curly hair and when she randomly push you, don’t get mad at her because she wants to get your attention. Sometimes, she becomes crazy when she saw someone staring at you. She will hold you closer and make them feel you are hers. That’s how she is, accept her.
She loves to wiggle her feet at the bed and tell stories that she experienced throughout her life until she gets tired. She loves to trace spine and put someone’s arms around her because it gives her solace. Your arms will become her home; she will fall in love with the idea of sleep inside of them. Let her. And wait, she snores, and I could tell you, it’s cute.
She has flaws, but it differentiates her from the crowd. It makes her complete. You may not understand her every time but try your best to because she needs you. She’s maybe crazy and weird, but she’s secretly hoping to end up with you.
She’s a unique kind of star, and you could never find someone like her in this world or in another. She may not be perfect, but she’s perfectly fit for you.
She chose you over anyone else.
Love her, be grateful.
She’s Mine


Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Request: Hello, first I want to write is that your stories are awfully cute. (I have to admit that you’re doing the best for the Imagine Daryl). Well, I thought, since I’m not so much experience in TWD, because I was in the fifth series. I love stupid crap Merle. Brother Daryl. It occurred to me that the reader will have to suffer the stupid crap Merle and Daryl she stands up, well obviously, Smut. I do not know, it’s a proposal, but I think you would have to grapple with it, I believe you can do it.

Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end up dealing with Merle constantly hitting on her and trying to grab on her. Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her. 

(Season 1 Daryl is so fun and Drunk Merle was also fun to write lol. Enjoy!)


Y/N stared across the way as she absent mindedly helped Carol and Andrea fold laundry. You had just pulled all the clean clothes of the line and were now going to work making sure everyone’s laundry was folded and given back to them. “Woman’s work”, as Lori would call it. You were never the type for, “woman’s work,” but you played along because you were grateful the group had taken you in after the end of the world.

Your eyes haze over as your hands work on their own and you focus in on the man who had your eye from the minute you had found these people, Daryl Dixon. He had piercing blue eyes and a glare that just about knocked the breath out of you every time he sent it your way.

You smile to yourself as your eyes run down his dirt covered rippling muscled arms, over to his big barrel chest that unfortunately was covered with a red and white cut off flannel shirt. You imagined yourself popping open each button until his full form was revealed in front of you. You looked down his legs and stared at the button of his jean. You bite your lip as you imagine popping it open, sliding them down, and setting free his cock. You rub your legs together imagining what it would feel like pushing into you making you cry out for more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a throat clear. You snap eyes over and realize it is Carol’s voice. Carol and Andrea stand there grinning to themselves.

“Why don’t you go on over and say hello? You know you want to.” Carol nodded her knowing eyes your way.

“What about laundry duty?” You ask.

“We got it. You go. Have fun.” Andrea winks at you.

Your face turns a little read and you smile sheepishly for a moment, before taking a deep breath of confidence, turning your heels and walking quickly across the camp. You made a beeline for Daryl and Merle’s setup which was all the way across the camp and way to the back, a few yards away from everyone else. They had two tents set up side by side, with their own fire pit in front of it and an old broken down car to block potential random walkers who could come out of the woods behind the camp.

You dig your heels harder into the dirt as you walk toward him. You smile when you see him hard at work chopping wood, sweat glistening on his skin, radiating him in the bright sunlight. Merle was drinking a beer watching his brother work away, not even offering to help. You scoffed at Merle, you really didn’t like him. He was always so rude and always trying to hit on Andrea when she clearly hated him. He was one of those men you knew all too well back in the real world. Seems that those were the only kind of men who survived now, but not Daryl; Daryl was different.

You watch as Daryl’s toned arms lifted over his head, as he squared his feet, wiggling his hips a little, before slamming the blade down into the wood below. The wood split swiftly in two and dropped to the ground on either side of the big wooden stump. He breathed heavily as he reached down, grabbed another log, and repeated his actions. He grabbed another log and was about to raise his arms in the air to swing again, when he noticed you approaching their camp.

His harsh eyes looked up your body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul, “What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.

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Unexpected Guest - pt. 1

This is based off a dream I had the other night, and decided to write out. Nothing special or exciting, just a fun, fluffy story. And now that I’m officially posting the first part, I’m dedicating myself to finishing the rest.

3,123 word(s) of fun and fluffy buildup. No warnings.  Leonard x Reader

You shimmered onto a familiar patch of grass. The warm breeze blew your hair gently around your face, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You opened your eyes slowly and stood there for a moment and stared at the quaint farmhouse your parents had given to you, with your bag slung over your shoulder, smiling ear to ear.

The Enterprise had just finished another mission and had come back for supplies and repairs, granting the crew a weeks leave. You had jumped at the opportunity to come home. It had been far too long since you’d been back.

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook:</b> *Sitting on the couch watching t.v*<p/><b>Jimin:</b> *walks in and sits on the floor in front of Tae and Kookie* Take my shoes off for me please! *wiggles feet*<p/><b>Kook and Tae:</b> Ugh, fine. *Takes off a shoe each*<p/><b>Jimin:</b> Thank you! love you~<p/><b>Namjoon and Yoongi:</b> *Shakes head* Yoongi:</b> He has you two wrapped around his tiny fingers!<p/><b>T&Jk:</b> 😅😒<p/><b>Hoseok:</b> *rushes in* Yooooongi Hyung~ Hobi has an itch, can you scratch?<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Not now, busy<p/><b> Hoseok:</b>*pouts*<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Awe, come here~ *scratches his back*<p/><b>T,Jk&Nj:</b> 😑😑😑<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Can it, or ill murder you all.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> *Gets up and prepares a cozy space on the love seat with pillows, popcorn and snatches the remote from Yoongi* I wasn't going to say anything, except mention how whipped you all are!<p/><b>Jin:</b> * walks in and makes himself comfortable on the loveseat* Thanks Babe 😘<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> No problem Jinnie 😍<p/><b>Everyone else:</b> 👀👀👀👀👀<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> What?<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

“Must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. No specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required, but would prefer a warm spirited, non-racist. Cynics, critics, pessimists, and ‘stick in the muds’ need not apply. Voluptuous figures a plus. Any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to Mary Poppins, Claire Huxtable, Snow White, or Elvira wholeheartedly welcomed. I am dubious of actresses, felons, and lesbians, but don’t want to rule them out entirely. Must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, James Taylor, and sleeping late. I have a slight limp, eerily soft hands, and a preternatural love of Autumn. I once misinterpreted being called a ‘coal-eyed dandy’ as a compliment when it was intended as an insult. I wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark, and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. All I want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.”

- Matthew Gray Gubler, on his perfect woman.


Mainly inspired by @nymas

It had been an accident, honestly. A congratulatory slap on the back after they had torn down another still operational Galra base in their search for Shiro, that was all. But the moment Hunk’s hand made contact with Lance’s shoulder blade, he froze. He removed his hand like he had been burned and stepped back, stammering a quick apology.

He couldn’t hear Lance over the suppressed memories that had started to rise back up, the way he had kicked the blue paladin, how he had tried to murder his best friend. Couldn’t hear him over the rising panic in his chest that he might have hurt him again. He had tried so hard, so hard to keep his hands away from Lance, to keep from hurting him again. Hunk wasn’t dumb; he had seen the bruises on Lance’s back after being shoved into the rock walls.


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I need your help.

Pairing : Crowley x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Soulmate!Reader, Sam
Word count : 7594
Author : Mel
Request : @angsty-unicorn - What if Crowley raised Reader.

A/N : I decided to go with Reader only meeting Sam and Dean later in life when Crowley needs help.

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Sam and Dean were in the library, two laptops on the table, but one with their nose in a book. Dean jumped when he appeared. “Jesus Christ, Crowley.” He growled. Sam looked up confused. The demon looked afraid.

“I need your help.”

You stood under the warm shower spray just starting to rinse your hair, and suddenly the water was gone. With closed eyes, you reached out and felt a tap. Sighing, you turned the water back on and leaned your head back as you turned. That’s when you realized it felt different under your feet. Wiggling your toes you realized you were standing on tile. Your shower was stone.

Wiping your eyes, you cracked one and looked around. You growled as you finished up rinsing and turned off the water. Lucky for you, there was a decent sized towel near by, and you wrapped it around yourself before walking out of the large room, not caring that you were dripping everywhere.

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Full Circle

Prompt: “Nipples is not a name!”

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, literally just fluff

Word Count: 1375

A/N: This is my entry for Cam’s (@babypieandwhiskey) 200 follower writing challenge. It’s a little late, but thanks for being so sweet and working with me. (: This is also the first thing I’ve written in a while so please bear with me, my creative side has been getting placed on the back burner thanks to engineering stuff. It’s unbeta’d so any mistakes are mine. But yeah, hopefully this isn’t terrible lol. 


“What? That’s totally an option.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you glared at the older Winchester boy. He had been your next door neighbor since you were toddlers, but as years passed and melded into the grandeur of being a teen, one thing had never changed – Dean was still a pain in your ass.

Shaking your head softly, you watched him shrug his shoulders. “I mean the thing has twenty of ‘em already,” Dean nudged the playground sand with the front of his boot, a puff of dust covering the weathered material, “Don’t see the big deal in giving it an accurate name.”

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When the Ink Dries III

Rated: Explicit with a warning for self harm references.

Notes:  If you haven’t read the previous chapters, go here.  Also on Ao3.  This is (apparently) a novel length fic so you might want to set aside a minute.  Thank you @icedteainthebag for making me earn this one, @holdthiscat for speedy and insightful feedback and @gazeatscully for your endless encouragement and eagle’s eye proofreading.


Chapter 7

Stella Gibson didn’t make a habit of watching people sleep.  The last time she’d done it was years ago, a prolonged jag that resulted in the purchase of three new sets of bed sheets, a zealous effort to fight memory with thread count.  She’d traded one vice for another, would spend the rest of her life quietly indulging a weakness for pima cotton and crisp corners, a penchant for Italian linen and French embroidery.  But it would be a long time before she settled in beside someone to wait for their eyes to open, the sleep-boiled scent of peaceful slumber coming off their hair, the fragile spot on their neck pulsing with life.  There were some luxuries she simply couldn’t afford.

It still brought Stella a twinge of private embarrassment to recall it so well.  Bridget sleeping on her stomach, dark hair always parted around her pear-shaped ears, clinging to the mattress like a frog in a rainstorm with her lean swimmer’s leg zig-zagged across the mattress.  Stella would stay in bed tiptoeing her fingers up the crease of a quadricep, stroking an ear to its sylphan point.  And long after the woman was gone, the lightning bolt imprint of a leg split the bed down the center, the new sheets continued to bunch in an invisible hand – fleeting images mistakenly committed to permanence by an overly ambitious pair of eyes.  It was a nuisance but not a surprise.  The only other bedroom vigil she’d ever kept had left an even more indelible impression – a child standing graveside, puffy lavender rings sprouted like violets around her eyes, watching her father be put in the ground.

So by the time Stella woke up next to Dana Scully for the second time in her life, she was so practiced in her abstinence that it took hardly any discipline at all to direct the day’s first glance upward, aim her plans at the ceiling.  Shower alone.  Allow guest to wake and begin gathering own conclusions.  Emerge dressed, provide tea and friendly conversation, make end as forgettable as beginning was not.  

She licked her lips before turning over, sealing her resolve like an envelope.

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Wool Socks - George Weasley

Prompt: Reader steals George’s socks before a cuddling session, which Fred rudely interrupts.

Word count: 1,389

Warning: None(:

It was magnificent what a change in weather did to the world. With the snow pouring down around the atmosphere like a snow globe, the homey landscape outside the Burrow appear as a scenery straight from a Hallmark holiday card.

There were no visible lights, other than the strings placed around the wooden hut. Flashes of red, green, blue, and yellow flickered on a timed schedule. All the world was silent while the snow cascaded down to the ground in a soothing waterfall pattern.

You positioned your weight forward, hands clenching the window sill. The prepossessing sight was more captivating than any show you had witnessed before. Winter was a beautiful season despite the harsh cold brought along with the change of season.

The snow blanketed ground seemed so near though as you pressed your hand against the chilling glass perception struck unmasking the hundreds of feet down to the covered ground.

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Shoes - Derek Morgan x reader

Request: “This is my, ‘I don’t care’ face.” with Morgan (; sorry this took so long to write, hope u like it!

You had a bad habit of buying shoes that were uncomfortable, but really cute. Sure, you had an abundant amount of slippers and sneakers, but a good amount of your collection included high heels and boots that reached above your knee.

Derek was very aware of this problem, but you didn’t spend a whole lot on them and when you did it was your own hard-earned money. He kept his mouth shut about the money aspect of it, but when it came to your comfort, he always told you to bring more comfortable shoes with you if you were going to be out and about for a long period of time. (You never listened.)

Tonight, you were wearing a tight black shirt and skinny jeans, with a long coat over you and black heeled boots that came above your knee. You and Derek had gone to dinner somewhere nice, and were now walking on the scarcely populated street back home.

Your feet were killing you. It had only been about an hour and a half that you were wearing the boots for, and most of that time was spent sitting.

But at times like these, you really wished that you’d taken Derek’s advice. You were wincing with each step you took, willing the pain to stop. However, it just seemed to get worse as time wore on.

Derek noticed this, and stopped walking to give you a knowing look. “Feet hurt, huh?” He had warned you before you left to bring different shoes. You didn’t listen.

You glared at him while trying to think of a way to keep walking home without hurting yourself more. You came up with nothing. He sighed, before leading you to a bench on the sidewalk and sitting down with you.

“Just take ‘em off.” he said, shrugging. 

“I can’t, I’m not walking in just socks back to the apartment.” you chuckled.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Well obviously not. Just take ‘em off.”

You shrugged. You pulled the zippers down on your cute but uncomfortable boots and wiggled your sore feet out of them, curling your toes once they were free. “Ah,” you said, relieved.

Derek took the boots out of your hands and held them in his right, then stood up and turned his back to you. “Hop on, baby.” he said, chuckling.

You involuntarily giggled, this was so cheesy and cliché but you loved it anyway. You clambered onto his back and he held you up under your thighs, your arms loosely hanging around his collarbones and neck.

Derek continued walking in the direction of the apartment, stopping every once in a while to jokingly “drop” you slightly, then laughing at your temporary panic. “Stop doing that!” you said, though you knew he wouldn’t actually drop you.

“Shut up, you know I won’t let you fall,” he said, and after 5 more minutes you were home. Derek dropped you on the couch and held up your shoes.

“These are death traps. You aren’t wearing them anymore, I don’t care how sexy they make your legs look.”

You blushed, but composed yourself quickly, “But they’re cute..”

“See this?” he asked, pointing to his face, “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.” He looked at you with a blank expression for a moment before smiling. You rolled your eyes, but knew he was right. (You’d probably still end up buying new boots next time you went to the store, though.) 


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Title: NA Attendee

Character: Charlie Peters

TV: Shameless

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

°Charlie Peters falls for a NA attendee who hasn’t been on drugs. Maybe smut.

Charlie Peters watched as Y/N Kline filled the coffee and snack station. She did it routinely every week, making sure that everyone had their favorites.

Sometimes she even baked. Let’s just say that those were his favorites. The woman certainly knew her way around a kitchen.

When he first met Y/N, he was dumbfounded as to why she was attending NA meetings without ever having taken drugs.

When she tearfully introduced herself, talking about how she lost her cousin to drugs, his heart broke and slowly, but surely she worked her way through his wall without even realizing it.

Taking his hat off his head, he shoved it into his jacket pocket and approached Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N,”

She stood from her squatted position and smiled brightly at him, “Hey Charlie!”

Coming around the table, she gave him a big old hug, kissing his cheek.

Charlie loved the smell of her, cashmere and fresh laundry.

“How are you?” she asked, setting out some Styrofoam cups.

Charlie shrugged a shoulder, “Not too bad. Restaurant is keeping me busy.”

“I’ll have to stop by and see you, Charlie,” Y/N smiled.

Charlie ran a hand over his jaw, “I’d like that,”

Freddy, a new member and a worn out user, came up to the station, shaking uncontrollably.

“You alright Fred?” Y/N asked.

He grumbled, sneering at Y/N, “Mind your own business ya damn cunt!”


“Watch it Fred!” Charlie stood at his full height, balling up his fists.

“Fred, I have to call your parole officer,” Y/N said, sternly.

Fred, threw his coffee down, his eyes wild, “You goddman narc, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Fred grabbed Y/N before Charlie could reach her and slapped her full force.

Charlie saw red as Y/N’s head snapped to the side. With a swift kick, Y/N got Fred in the gut, sending him right into Charlie’s grip.

One of the others must have called the cops, seeing as one was running into the church, his gun drawn.

Everything stopped and Freddy was handed over to the police.

Y/N was nowhere to be found once the statements were taken. Charlie wanted to check on her, but this needed to be addressed with group.

He sighed as he sat down in his chair. He’d just have to search for her later.
The second he stepped foot into the restaurant, Minnie, a young waitress and ex-junkie ran right into him.

“Woah, you alright Min?”

She nodded, looking back at her tables, “Yeah. Listen, there’s someone waiting to see you in your office.”

Charlie’s brows furrowed, “Okay, thanks,”

Heading straight to his office, he opened the door to see Y/N sitting in his chair. She stood the second he came in.

“Hey,” she greeted.

He squinted, seeing the angry red and purple mark on her cheek. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he walked to her, his long fingers lightly touching her bruised cheek.

“That son of a bitch,” he said, his voice deep.

“Charlie, I’m-” Y/N paused when her eyes stared into his.

Running his index finger down her cheek, he used the single digit to tip her chin up. Her cheeks reddened as she looked down at his mouth.

She rolled her lips, right before Charlie kissed her.

The kiss was light, barely even there, but it was enough to awaken something primal from deep within him.

He pulled back and they stared at each other for a split second before Y/N pulled his lips back to hers.

Charlie moaned, their kisses urgent with need. He walked Y/N backwards until her bottom bumped his desk.

The table was at a perfect height that it wouldn’t take much maneuvering to get situated.

The second that she rolled her hips against his erection was when he was ready to throw in the towel.

Without any prompting, Y/N began to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans.

“You don’t -” he started, but his words were cut short when her warm hand wrapped around his length.

“Uhhh, fuck,” Charlie moaned, putting his forehead on her shoulder.

Her breathy chuckle had him looking up at her. Charlie reached for her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down her hips.

Y/N wiggled her legs and feet, getting her shoes and socks off at the same time as her jeans.

“Give me a lift?” she asked on a whisper.

Cupping her ass, Charlie lifted her, sitting her rear down on the edge of the desk.

He couldn’t think straight as she kept pumping his hardness with soft but firm strokes.


Propping her leg up on the arm of his chair that was to the right of him, she wrapped her other leg around him, guiding him to her center.

She guided the tip of over her wet folds and he was done for. His body was shaking and a sweat was breaking out at his hairline.

When she slid the helmet of his length into her entrance, the sound of him sinking into her and her gasp nearly had him coming hard.

“Oh my god… Charlie…” Y/N moaned, rocking her hips against him.

He growled as he took her lips in a harsh but delicious kiss. Pushing his hips forward, he was fully engulfed by her warm, wet center.

There was no need for quick snaps of the hips, no harsh thrusting or even dirty words exchanged to get them to the point of no return.

Just simply rocking against one another, her tight walls cradling his hardness and her depths filled to the brim of his manhood.

He pulled her closer, letting her roll her hips and her clit finding friction against him. He was so close and could feel her heavy pants as she neared.

Y/N kissed her way to the scorpion tattoo on his neck and he nearly froze. It was a reminder of his stupid, drug filled years and now was most definitely not the time to be reminded of it.

Y/N did something that no other woman had even fathomed of doing. She ran the tip of her wet tongue over the tattoo, tracing the outline of the tip of the tail.

When she gave a nip and kissed it loudly, Charlie came hard, shouting out a groan as he rolled his hips against her.

“Charlie, don’t stop, please!” Y/N begged.

As his orgasm continued, he reached down and applied a slight pressure to her bundle of nerves.

“Uh, holy-” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as her body went taut with extreme pleasure.

Charlie held Y/N to him, gathering her up when her body went limp after her orgasm.

She weakly held onto him, pulling back slightly to give him a content smile.

Charlie’s chest moved with quick breaths as he placed some wild, loose hairs behind her ears.

“That was the most intense orgasm ever,” she said in awe.

Charlie chuckled, accepting the kiss that she was offering him.

“You don't…?”

She shook her head, running her fingers through his hair, “Most definitely do not, Charlie.”