#Orions Belte Mouth

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader #33 Ghost helps fix up your house or makes repairs - for @glitterypirateduck's Ghost writing challenge

His phone rings again on the following Tuesday morning.

It's been a day and a half, since he's seen you and Orion last. Since he made you promise to call, no matter what, if you needed something. Or if you needed a break, or some company.

Anything. Anything, and he'd be there.

You had tried to push him off a bit, tried to assert your independence, which he appreciates, he values. He likes to know you can take care of yourself and the baby when he's not here. But when he is-

"We're really fine, you know. You don't have to be... available for us, whenever. I mean, like if you have other things. Or people, you don't have to be here all the time. I've been doin' it on my own, and I'm fine. We're fine. I don't want you to feel like you have to-"

His fork clatters to the plate, and your eyes go round as he rises from the chair and steps toward you, firm hand cupping your arm. "I'm here because I wan' to be."

"O-okay, I just don't want you to be here because you think you have to... because you're all the sudden saddled with a kid."

"I'm not here because I feel like 've been saddled with a kid. I'm here because I want to be, because I wanted you the night we made him, and I still do. I want you both." Your mouth drops wide before snapping shut abruptly, warmth rising in your cheeks. You're so cute like this, flustered and nervous, and it reminds him of the night he met you, a sweet little kitten, all alone at the bar. "And you've done more than just a fine job, sweet girl, takin' care of yourself and our baby for me, but when 'm here, it's my job."

So, his phone rings, and it doesn't matter that he's in the middle of spotting Soap at the squat rack.

He drops everything.

"Hi." You're a little out of breath when you open the door, eyes wide and wild, chewing on your lip. Orion is asleep in your arms, blissfully unaware, head lolling on your shoulder, clad only in a diaper.

His head buzzes, still trying to reconcile the truth of this entire thing, the fact that this is his, you and his baby. His.

"What's wrong?" He's massive in your door frame, and ushers you back inside, clicking the lock into place behind him. "What's goin' on?"

"It's... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I just... I don't know how to fix it and you said I could... call, right? So-"

"Hey." His thumb gently presses into the inside of your elbow, and then he squeezes slightly. "It's okay. I want you to call me. What is it?"

"It's the laundry." You blurt, and then freeze, eyes flicking down to see if Ry has woken up. "I broke the washer, and today is the day I do the baby's clothes, but I can't get it to work and... it hates me." He chuckles.

"It doesn't hate you, sweetheart. Let's take a look." This, he can do. Things with his hands, mechanical things, physical puzzles, easy. It's not the first time he'll have fixed an appliance, and it won't be the last.

He takes the machine apart as quickly as possible, pieces laid out exactly where he needs them, washers and screws and everything all accounted for. It's the belt, he discovers rapidly, an easily fixed problem with a new part.

"I'll have to run down the street quick," he tells you, drawing up to his full height and motioning towards the entryway, "but it's a quick fix." You nod, stepping out of the way, small smile on your lips. He promises he'll be right back, that he'll have it done in no time, and you pad along to the door, standing back as he pulls it wide.

"Simon..." you whisper, and he turns, "thank you."

"Of course."

True to his word, he's back before the hour. The low murmur of the TV echoes from the living room, and he gravitates there before returning to his task, driven to lay eyes on both of you, to make sure you're here, you're okay-

and the sight of it stops him in his tracks.

You're asleep on the couch, shirt pulled up and bra unhooked from it's strap. Orion is cradled against your chest, his tiny fingers curled in the flesh of your breast, mouth lax around your nipple. There's a dribble of milk sliding down his cheek, and the sight of it all makes Simon dizzy. He knew you nursed him, but seeing it for the first time fills him with something he's not sure how to reconcile, adding onto the heap of adoration and possession pounding in his heart. It's a different kind of puzzle, the same kind of barbaric instinct and need roaring in his blood, the one that tells him to tuck you away and never let you go.

He stares for a second longer, scratching this moment into his memory as much as he can before he realizes how tired you are. You do a good job of hiding it, smiling and buzzing about, but in the early afternoon light, he can see the exhaustion so clearly, and kicks himself for not noticing sooner.

When Ry starts to fuss, your brow furrows in your sleep, and Simon can't stop himself. "Shh, shhh." He soothes, pulling him free as gently as he can. You twitch, hands searching, and then your head snaps up in a panic, breaths stuttered. "It's okay. I got him, you just closed your eyes, is all. It's alright."

"Sorry." You croak, sitting up and fumbling with your top. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"It's okay, mama." He's on his knees in front of the couch, in front of you, and you stare down at him, mystified. "What does he usually do after he eats?"

"Uh... burp? And then he goes down to sleep." You yawn. "A change, if he needs it."

"Alright, 've got it, you go rest. After I put him down, I'll finish the washer."

"Oh, no... I can-"

"I've got him. Nothin' I can't handle." He shifts Orion, supporting his head as he props him up over his shoulder, rubbing his back slowly. He wants to do this, wants you to let him do this, wants you to trust him.

He needs it.

You hesitate. "Are you sure?"

"If I need anythin', I'll wake you." There's a burp cloth on the coffee table, and he places it under Ry's chin. "Huh, lad? If we need mama, we'll get her, right?" You soften, posture relaxing a bit, and then you nod.

"Alright, then."

[infamous-if]

Spicy Snippet #1: Orion

As a thank you for 6k, I will write a variation of romantic/suggestive stuff for the ROs. I don't usually write in those contexts because I like sticking to canon in order not to spoil it when the the time comes in-story, but I think we are overdue for some! Starting with Orion!

"This is inappropriate."

Even though the words are said through a throaty hum you can feel against your lips, you don't stop nipping at Orion's throat. He sits with one arm propped, the other on your back as you straddle him on the edge of the bed. Orion, with all of his complaints, is hilariously compliant. He moves his head to give you more space for his neck, shuddering when your biting turns to salacious swipes of your tongue.

"Should I stop?" you ask through your kisses, your words muffled. The question has Orion's arm gliding over you to hold you tighter, the answer loud and clear.

"Are you trying to give me a hickey?" he asks. His voice trails off when you lick just the right spot, making a small squeak of a whimper leave his lips. You've learned that Orion is a vocal participant, his breathy reactions only encouraging you further. "You know..." His throat bobs when he swallows. "Cameras." He can't even form a coherent sentence, which is the most satisfying part. "I will be on my best behavior."

"I doubt that—" In one swift move, Orion grabs you and rolls you over until he's hovering over you. You're breathless from both surprise and excitement. He has you pinned with his hands on either side of your face, and his cheeks are flushed.

"Can you imagine?" He says, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, featherlight. It makes your body shudder. "Us doing this in a room of executives?" He brushes his nose against yours with endless delicacy, teasing you. So close and yet not quite there. "Forced to watch?" His mouth goes to the hollow of your throat, his teeth grazing your skin until you're swallowing. "Think of the scandal."

Another thing about Orion Quinn? He's a cheeky bastard.

You can hardly breathe, especially not when Orion sits up, towering over you as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes stay on you, his fingers deft and skilled, your gazes never breaking.

"You—" You swallow, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You would faint if that were to happen."

A low laugh escapes him, but his gaze turns hungry, heated at the thought. Almost as if fainting isn't what he would do at all. "You're right. HR would have me ruined."

"You are HR!" You lift your hand to put it on the last button that remains, fully intending to unbutton it for him. Orion puts his own hand over yours, directing it over the buckle of his belt. Your mouth waters. You know exactly what he wants, and he's not shy about telling you. "Knowing you," you swallow, using two fingers to remove the loop of the belt from the buckle, "you would punish yourself." "Saying that in this context is quite suggestive." He grins, taking the belt off and tossing it aside. Your fingers get to work on the button of his slacks.

"I'm being completely serious." You bite your lip, your body heating when he grabs your hand and plants a chaste, loving kiss to the inside of your palm, removing his pants with his other hand. "Get your mind out of the gutter, horndog."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all.

He proceeds to bend down, nuzzling his nose into your neck until you're letting out a surprised laugh, failing to swat him away when he continues to tickle you. Eventually, he stops. And then Orion Quinn begins doing something else that has you forgetting exactly what you two were even talking about. Doesn't matter.

[sillyuin]

11:22 pm.

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“Do you know anything about the stars?” Jihoon asked, turning his face to look at you.

“Well…” you raised your hand towards the sky, “Those three over there are Orion’s Belt.”

Jihoon stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with one hand. “Everyone knows that.”

You turned to look at him, your face expressionless and even judging him a bit, “Alright, I don’t know anything. But you don’t have to laugh about it!”

Usually, going to the terrace of the building where you live didn’t seem like a fun activity to do, however, every now and then the night sky would be clear and filled with stars, making the empty and almost forgotten terrace a front-row seat for such a beautiful spectacle.

There was no better way to spend the night than being with the most special person to you, a few drinks, some snacks, and a beautiful sky. Sitting on the cold floor of the terrace, you talked about things that happened during the day, but when he asked if you knew anything about stars, you didn’t know how to respond.

“They’re pretty, I don’t need to know more than that,” you added while pouring yourself a glass of soda. The truth was that you were quite embarrassed and didn’t want to continue talking about it, and you didn’t know how to change the subject.

“But you’re pretty, and I do want to know more about you,” you nearly choked on your drink upon hearing that, which made him laugh, but at the same time, he was concerned enough to give you a few pats on the back. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” Slowly, your cough subsided until you caught your breath. “…And what would you like to know about me?”

Jihoon tilted his head slightly in a thoughtful gesture, his eyes gazing at the sky as if searching for words there.

“Why do you like stargazing?” he finally said, and although the question didn’t seem very serious, his tone of voice and curious gaze said otherwise.

“They remind me of my childhood,” you pulled your knees to your chest and rested your arms on them. “I always slept with the curtains open; from my bed, I could see them.”

While you spoke and explained other things about it, he remained silent, smiling sweetly at every word, every gesture. Sharing those moments with you always made him the happiest person alive, he enjoyed listening to your voice like it was a beautiful melody; but the best part was when you both fell silent, and you searched for his shoulder to rest your head, intertwining your fingers with his. It was just you, Jihoon, and the stars.

“Can I ask you something?” you suddenly asked, resting your chin on his shoulder and caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. He nodded affirmatively. “Why do you tilt your head like a kitten every time you think of something?”

“…I don’t do that.”

“Of course you do! You did it again!”

[wandasaura]

stoner!wanda corrupting innocent!reader over a period of time! slowly introducing you to her favorite music and true crime podcasts, incorporating her kinks into your sex life one at a time until she doesn’t even have to prod you to call her mommy anymore, you do it all on your own and you enjoy it. she’ll never forget how pink your cheeks became the first time she told you to call her that. her head was buried between your legs, lapping away at your core after she’d spent the night teasing you at a party with all of her friends. your hands were in her hair, hips grinding against her tongue, desperate to finally fall over the edge, but every time you got close she lightened her touch and pretended like she didn’t notice. you cried out after the third time, and she looked up at you with the darkest stare you’d seen her give, pupils blown wide not only because of her lust, and she’d said, “call me mommy. if you really want to cum right now, you’ll call me mommy.” and you had, despite your reservations. that was one of the best orgasms you’d ever experienced, and wanda didn’t let you forget how your legs shook for minutes afterward. one night, she convinced you to join her on the roof of her apartment building under the guise that she could see orion’s belt, but really she’d just been smoking a joint and wanted you to join her. you’d declined her offer every time up until this point, but when she promised that it would warm you up, the harsh november cold settling into your bones despite your warmest pjs and big coat, you gave in. you thought she would’ve handed the joint over, maybe even talked you through how big of a hit to take, but she’d just grabbed your face in her cold hands and pressed her lips against yours, breathing the smoke into your mouth and watching you intensely as you pulled away and coughed. you liked it, even though it made your eyes burn and your throat tickle, and so she did it again, and once that fuzzy, floaty feeling hit your head, the world spinning and the stars so much brighter then you remembered, you somehow found the courage to ask if you could take your very own hit, and who was she to deny you? you didn’t decline her offers to get high anymore after that night.

[swarvey]

screaming over paper rings. stardew and taylor swift?? PEAK ‼️ so, in a similar vein, i have a lil request

could you possibly write a one-shot with any taylor swift song of your choosing? i'd like for it to be x sebastian but i know he's not one of your favorites, so if that's uncomfortable i'd be down with haley. either is fine, i would just love to see what you'd come up with! your writing is wonderful, and i can't wait to see what else you write <3

- 🪩

when you've moved on | sebastian x gn!reader | part one

summary -> you're with alex now, but is he really the one you want? warnings -> none! seb smokes a cig and there's some swearing, that's ab it. just angst. heh. word count -> 1817

a/n: ahhh ty disco anon!! i'm glad you're liking the taylor/stardew crossover as much as i do <3 decided to do my take on the trope where they watch you move on with someone else in town, enjoy!!

part two -> elliott (tolerate it)

the way i loved you ->"but i miss screaming and crying and kissing in the rain."

"seb."

"hm?"

"see that?" you point up to the stars, eyes wide and bright. "that's orion's belt. if you look close enough, you can see his whole body."

raising a brow, sebastian squints up at the sky, noticing the three, shining stars all in a row next to each other.

"huh. guess you're right," he says, smiling lightly at your excitement at the stars.

you'd been ecstatic when he offered to take you stargazing, riding out to the spot where he'd kissed you for the first time. the picnic blanket beneath the two of you is soft, and although the evening spring wind is chilly, seb feels warm enough to fall asleep with your head resting on his shoulder.

"we should do this more often," you sigh happily, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him closer to your side.

he kisses the top of your head gently, closing his eyes. "whatever you want, sweetheart."

"seb?"

"yeah?" he responds, keeping his eyes closed.

"seb!"

"what?"

"sebastian, wake up!"

sebastian wakes with a start at the sound of his mother shouting, groaning as he sits up reluctantly.

scratching his head and yawning, he asks, "what time is it?"

"nearly eight-thirty, seb, you said you'd be up by eight," robin chides. "come on, we're going to be late for the festival."

he scowls. he's tempted to lay back down and cover his head with his blankets again, but he would rather not deal with more of his mom's antics.

"fine. i'll be up in a minute." as she heads back upstairs, sebastian groggily pulls on some warm clothing, trying to ignore the stinging in his heart. why, why was he still dreaming about you? he knows you've moved on, so why has he been cursed to see you every night? sometimes, he wakes up and forgets you're not his anymore, forgets about the fight you two had, forgets the sharp, hurtful words that came out of his mouth he didn't mean at all.

he'll never forget, though, the words you said back to him, an unforgiving amount of hurt and anger in your eyes as rain poured down on the two of you.

"i'm done with this, seb," you'd said, voice shaking and weak from arguing with him. "i've given you enough chances to prove me wrong, to show you actually care about me, but i guess i was wrong. i can't do whatever this is any longer."

then, you'd walked away, leaving him alone in the downpour in front of his house.

how could he have been so stupid? no one in his life has ever known him better than you did, and he still let you slip from his grasp. what an idiot, he thinks, scoffing at himself as he makes his way upstairs and joins his family.

though, as they enter the festival of ice, seb immediately regrets not staying in bed.

you laugh as alex pulls your winter hat over your face, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it at him in retaliation. haley rolls her eyes as she stands to the side, annoyed as she pulls out her phone and begins absentmindedly scrolling. meanwhile, alex starts to chase you, grabbing you from behind and hugging you tightly before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

seb looks away. he thinks he might gag.

"hey, seb! you made it!" his blond-haired friend runs up to him like an excited kid, snow already scattered in his hair. "geez, did you just wake up or something? you look kinda rough, buddy."

"thanks," he replies flatly.

sam scratches the back of his neck, flashing an apologetic smile. "sorry, didn't mean to tick you off. come on, abby's waiting over there!"

sebastian keeps his gaze on the trees as he follows his friend, trying his best to tune out the sound of your laughter he once craved to hear. how did you end up with a douche like alex, anyway? he never understands why sam speaks so highly of him, and now you go off and date him?

"helloooo," abigail sings, waving a hand in front of his face.

"oh, hey," he greets, blinking out of his thoughts. "sorry, i'm still waking up."

she raises a brow, studying his face. "right. had another nightmare?"

"i guess you could call it that."

abby shakes her head, crossing her arms. "i'm telling you, sebastian, if you would just listen to me and move on, life will start to be much nicer to you."

"i have moved on," he snaps, though quickly sighs when he sees the knowing look she gives sam. "i'm sorry, really, but i'm fine. i promise."

"if you say so," she says, her tone unbelieving. he can't blame her for being worried — abby was the one who was most concerned about him after the two of you broke up, knowing how much he'd cared for you.

or, more accurately, how much he still cares for you.

"how about we go check on vincent?" sam suggests, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "the little guy was super excited for today."

as the three make their way over to find sam's younger brother, seb finds his eyes wandering over to you once again, unable to keep himself from checking on you. to his surprise, your eyes meet his for a split second, only for you to jump slightly and turn back to alex and haley.

did you miss him, too?

after the festival ends, sebastian finds himself lingering around a little longer, telling his friends and family that he'll catch up with them later. he walks over to the river, listening to the comforting sound of running water as he pulls out a cigarette and his lighter.

"i thought you quit?"

he whips his head around at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping the items in his hand into the water.

"i did," he replies after a moment, continuing to light the cigarette. "just felt like i needed one right now."

you wordlessly walk closer and stand beside him. he can feel your eyes burning into his face.

"well, how have you been?" you ask, rubbing your arm. "i heard you . . . haven't been sleeping well."

he huffs. "what, did alex tell you?" i told sam to keep his mouth shut.

"does it matter?" he doesn't have to look at you to know you're frowning. "it's been nearly a year, you can't let this keep dragging you down, seb."

he ignores the painful twinge in his chest at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. seb. sure, almost everyone tends to use that nickname for him, but it just sounds so right coming from you. it used to make his heart warm every time he heard it, no matter the place or time; while doing chores, eating dinner, in bed.

even now, when you aren't his anymore, a part of him is glad to hear you still say it with the same tone.

"as i've been telling everyone else," he says after blowing smoke out from his lips, "i'm fine. there's no need for you to worry about me anymore, anyways — you got mr. pro over there to care for now."

"don't talk about him," you snap, a sudden defensiveness coming over your voice. "you don't get to bring him up."

seb scoffs, finally turning to look at you. god, you look just as breathtaking as he left you, snowflakes glittering on top of your hair and eyelashes. there's a certain glint in your eye he doesn't recognize, though, and he decides to test it.

"why?" he questions carelessly. "are you scared i'll be too honest with you?"

"what? i—"

"well that's too bad, sweetheart," he interrupts, his old nickname for you filled with an unfamiliar venom. "i'll be truthful with you, just like i always have been. i wasn't perfect with you, not at all — i ignored you and hurt you, over and over until you got sick of it and left, so i know i could've treated you better."

he sees your eyes begin to water, and for a moment, guilt overcomes him, but he goes on anyway.

"but there's one other thing i know," he continues, taking a step closer to you. he points behind him in the direction of the town. "you and him? you'll never love each other like we did. sure, we had our fuck-ups and arguments, but i have never loved someone like i did with you, and i know you feel the same."

"you don't know anything," you whisper, though the confidence you had before has vanished.

he huffs a sarcastic laugh. "really? you sure about that? tell me, does he know you always sleep in every saturday, since you're in the mines until late on fridays? or how you always go to the saloon, just to play your favorite song on the jukebox?" he pauses. "i bet he doesn't know anything about the stars, does he? have you even asked him to look at them with you?"

"stop!" you demand, fists clenched tightly as you give him the same look you had when you left him. "this is different, okay? alex and i are taking our time, so neither of us ends up making stupid mistakes like we did."

"as stupid as they were, that's what i liked about us," seb says, his voice a level gentler than it was before. "we weren't perfect, but we didn't pretend to be. it's what made us so real." he shakes his head, lifting his cigarette to his mouth. "but if you want to go live your high school daydream, then by all means, go ahead."

you scowl. "you know, i came here to check in on you, but i see now that you're as helpless as you were when i broke up with you."

he winces slightly at your harsh words, but remains stoic nonetheless. "go ahead and think whatever you want, sweetheart, but i think one of us is clearly more helpless than the other."

"fuck off, seb. get over yourself."

as you start to walk away, he turns to look at you once more, watching as you hesitate.

"i wanted us to work," you say quietly, void of any hostility. "i tried so hard, but you made it impossible."

"would you do it again?"

the question is slipping out of his mouth before he even realizes it, but he can't take it back now. he expects you to turn around, to storm at him and laugh at how he can even think that.

instead, you leave him with no response, hugging yourself with your arms as you head back towards your farm.

interesting. he throws his cigarette down into the dirt beneath him, putting it out with the heel of his shoe. he wonders why you didn't say anything.

that night, for the first time in weeks, sebastian doesn't dream.

[lexithwrites]

lexith writes | @jegulus-microfic | 7th feb - star 421 words

James was taking him out on a date. A date. Regulus could hardly contain himself as they wandered up the dirt path, phone torches on and fingers intertwined. Neither of them had stopped smiling since they set off and it was both endearing and awful for Sirius when they left the flat. 

“Use protection!” Remus called, wanting to tease his boyfriend who immediately shrieked in horror at the idea of his brother and best friend having sex. Regulus assumed there was an argument after that. He didn’t care.

Because James Potter was taking him out on a date. 

“It’s just up here.” James said, leading Regulus—who was panting due to his lack of stamina—further up the hill until they reached a plateau. Beyond the edge of the hill, Regulus could see the city and he felt his breath hitch at the twinkling lights or bars, homes and street lamps down below. It was beautiful, just like the night sky. “And if you look up—oh, what the fuck?!” James exclaimed and Regulus turned to follow his gaze up. 

He frowned. “What is it?” 

“Fuck sake, I thought you could see them from here.” 

“Jamie, what—”

“We were supposed to go stargazing.” James sighed and dropped Regulus’ hand, looking at his feet and clearly feeling embarrassed. Regulus on the other hand felt his heart flutter and he moved to cup his face. 

“James, it’s okay.”

“I really wanted to show you all the stuff I read. About the constellations and all that. I…I did so much googling, Reg, you have no idea.”

“I bet you did.”

“I know where your star is, and Sirius’!” 

“Mhm.” Regulus was smiling more and more. 

“And Orion’s belt but then I wasn’t sure if I should bring that up because, sore spot, ya know? But then you might think it’s cool so I should point it out anyway but the stupid fucking stars aren’t even out because of the clouds and global warming and—” Regulus covered James’ mouth, his lovely, lovely mouth, with his palm and giggled.

“The stars will be out another night, I promise. But we don’t have to leave and this doesn’t have to be a waste of a climb. My lungs won’t allow it to be.” James smiled behind his hand, he could feel the edges of his mouth curling. Regulus then leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of his hand, watching James’ eyes go wide. “Sit with me?”

“Mhmkay.”

James couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

[milliesfishes]

Ok I love ur writing can u write smth abt camping with Billy!!🥰

(thank you <3) (little billy blurb to end the day) 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

He'd decided to take you away for a night. Away from the leering gazes of the townspeople who had no business of disapproving but did anyways. You told your parents you were going to stay with your sister for a bit, and then you were free. Your sister herself knew about you and Billy, and she generously covered for you.

It was bliss, being away from everything, and finding your place in the secluded forest. You rode your horses side by side, surveying the surroundings with a smile. It was so peaceful, something you weren't used to.

Billy led you to a little meadow tucked into the trees, wildflowers sprouting all over the place. You let your horses graze while you spread out the bedroll and he found firewood. The sight of him carrying all that wood back to the camp made you weak at the knees, and you captured that picture in your mind, saving it for later.

He smirked, noticing you staring at him as he deposited the wood nearby. "See somethin' ya like?"

You kept your eyes on him, shrugging. "You're pretty."

Laughing and shaking his head, Billy knelt and grabbed you around the waist, rolling over so you were on top of his chest. Endlessly fascinated with your hair, he slid his hand into it, holding it back from the side of your face.

"I'm pretty...got the prettiest thing in the world on m' chest," he mumbled, nudging his nose against yours. "I'd die a happy man with you on top've me."

You found this romantic and rewarded him with a kiss on his nose, tugging at one of his suspenders. "Sweet talker."

He narrowed his eyes playfully. "You love it."

"Wasn't complaining," you sang, and he laughed, rolling you over so you were under him now, pinned against the soft grass and wildflowers. He thought the setting made you look ethereal.

"'S like you were made to sleep with the flowers," he shook his head in disbelief, sitting up a little to look at you. "Think ya might be a flower come to life."

You only smiled, settling back against the soft earth. Billy, recovering from his disbelief, leaned back over you and pressed his mouth softly to yours. You reached up, snatching his hat off his head so it wouldn't poke your forehead. Still holding it in your hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. His body's weight against you...pressing you into the ground...it was heaven.

Billy indulged you in everything you wanted to do. He let you rest your head in his lap while you wove picked flowers into a chain. When you were walking around, he crouched and held his arms out for you from behind so he could carry you on his back. You liked being carried that way, your arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek from behind. Soon, it grew dark, and he started a fire, giving you his jacket as the night air became cooler.

You came over to him where he sat on the bedroll and he spread his legs, holding out a hand for you to sit. Happily, you settled against his chest, and his arms wrapped protectively around you as you both looked at the stars.

"North star," he breathed, pointing at it. You followed his finger, and he smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "'N over there, that's Orion's belt, see? The three lil' stars all close together?"

Nodding, you studied the sky, trying to see it through his eyes. "You know the name of every star, don't you?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not every star darlin'. Just a few of the ones everyone knows."

"Will you show me another one?" you settled against his chest, knowing he liked talking about them. He beamed, and looked up, searching for another constellation.

You stayed like that for a while, just leaning into the safety of his arms. He noticed when you grew sleepy, smiling softly and shifting so you were lying against him, on his chest, your body still cradled between his legs.

Protesting lightly, you mumbled, "Not tired."

He smiled, adjusting his jacket around you. "'Course not. But lie down with me anyways, m'kay?"

You nodded, closing your eyes and fully relaxing against him. Billy's hand found its way to the back of your head, just holding you there. The weight of his big, warm palm soothed you right into sleep.

He kissed your forehead, watching the last embers of the fire die out. And for the first time in awhile he truly felt content. You were between his arms, and that was all that mattered.

come talk about billy here!

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Whump Wednesday

So as most of you know, words have...not been coming easily for me lately. In fact, words have not been coming at all lately. There's some stuff I've been dealing with offline that has contributed to my muse's disappearance, and truth be told, I've been a bit afraid of writing, thinking that perhaps my muse has up and gone forever and I just simply will never write again.

But then @thinkof-england shared with me her idea of taking on Whump Wednesday via a virtual spinning wheel, and she encouraged me to give it a shot with her, as perhaps just an exercise in getting back to writing again. So tonight, for the first time, we allowed the wheel to guide us...and the prompt we received was TW: amputation. What the hell was I meant to do with that, as my FIRST WHUMP PROMPT out of the gate?!

I said, "I'm going to try to just do a drabble. Just 100 words, that's all, no big thing. Surely the muse can make that happen." And then once the idea came, she managed a staggering 500 words. I have NO idea if these words are good or not, but they are mine, and they're 500 words more than I had when I woke up this morning. So behind the cut you'll find a small pentadrabble zombie FirstPrince AU featuring TW: blood, pain, mention of zombies, and implied amputation without anesthesia or proper medical care.

Please be kind. If this doesn't sound like your thing, please keep scrolling right on by. It won't hurt me in the slightest. What will hurt me are unkind words.

A strangled cry rips itself free of Henry’s lungs as Cash carries him inside the farmhouse and places him gently on the couch. Despite the proof of his immense pain dripping from his golden hair and written in every tense, taut line of his face, he buries the sleeve of his shirt into his mouth to stifle the sound. Ever their protector.

Alex produces a knife and cuts away the blood-soaked denim concealing his twisted and torn skin. Jagged holes from the rotting teeth of the undead fucker that attacked his husband continue to pour blood, already beginning to soak the floral fabric on the couch where he and Henry had once made love, long after everyone else had fallen asleep upstairs. Alex can still hear the soft laughter ringing out in the dead of night from Henry’s parted pink lips when he teasingly asked if they needed to seek out one of those ancient plastic covers. He blanches at the thought now.

But it’s the draining of blood from beneath Henry’s already pale skin that comes back into sharp focus as the hulking shadow that can only be Cash reappears over his shoulder. Alex, having no idea he’d left at all, turns to find a handsaw, a belt, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol bundled in Cash’s arms. His lips are a thin line as he kneels by the couch and rolls up his sleeves, until Alex stills his motions with a hand over his.

“I’ll do it,” Alex says softly, his voice a weak croak of a sound. He coughs, as if something as simple as the pollen count could be responsible for the paralysis of his vocal cords. He turns to Henry, then, whose blue eyes are bright with fear and pain and knowing, always just a step ahead of Alex despite his perpetual attempts at running as far ahead as he can into the future, to prepare a way for them. Henry’s never had to run. He’s always simply gazed up at the night sky in silence, as if the great hunter in the heavens is whispering and he’s the only one who can hear. Or perhaps it isn’t Orion at all, but a guardian angel.

Why then, Alex wonders, if Henry’s gift is knowledge, and if there’s some all-knowing being keeping watch over him from just beyond the stars, could something like this be happening to him?

“I trust you,” Henry says, his teeth clenched tight as he places a blood-soaked hand over Alex’s to still a trembling he hadn’t yet noticed. Henry’s golden wedding band glimmers in the dusk of another dying day, surprisingly free of the scarlet liquid still flowing freely from his wounded leg.

Alex’s lungs refuse to inflate when he draws air into them, and the minute contents of his stomach churn with the task he’s about to face, but he secures the belt tightly just above the wound, rests one hand on Henry’s knee for stability and support, and begins.

[skittlesfics]

name: and if we should see the stars...

pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

word count: 2175

summary: Eddie shows you the stars

content/warnings: mutual pining, sexual tension, fingering, friends to lovers, Eddie calls reader princess and baby, reader has a vagina

author's note: SO I started writing this a week or two ago, and my entire plot bears some striking similarities to one scene from @upsidedownwithsteve's Camp AU Eddie fic that was posted yesterday. I honestly considered not posting at all because anons love drama where there is none, but honestly I worked really hard on this one and I'm happy with how it came out. Go read that fic right now if you haven't, it's absolutely stunning and gorgeous in every way and deserves all of your attention.

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There was love, and then there was whatever this was: sitting in the back of Eddie’s van drinking shitty beers with the back doors wide open and the radio turned down low. It was something sweeter, something unspoken that you could keep wholly to yourself.

He was so casual with his touches, one arm thrown around your shoulder, leaning in close to try and match your perspective. The chain he wore around his wrist was cold against your neck, but you were running so hot with him this close that it was a balm against the burn of him.

“D’you see that one princess?” He was pointing, but your gaze didn’t make it past his hand. The pretty calloused fingers, the rings shining on his knuckles, the flaked polish on his nails where he’s chewed and picked at them since the last time you painted them for him.

“Mmhmm.” You lied anyway. Who could look at the stars when the sun was this close? He burned so bright, so bright, you didn’t know how to look away. You didn’t want to know how.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Orion’s belt.” He traced the stars like he could touch them. You thought they’d move for him, if he wanted them to. Eddie was special that way.

“Just his belt?” You were barely aware of what you were asking. You just wanted for him to keep talking in that excited timbre. He was so pretty when he got passionate about something.

“The rest of him is there too, if you look. It’s a little harder, but if you lean this way…” He trailed off, shifting to make room for you to see and then frowning when you didn’t manage to get quite where he wanted you. He huffed. “C’mere.”

That’s all the warning you got before he propped his beer against a threadbare blanket and hauled you between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. For Eddie, maybe it was. For you? You were already burning for him, and the press of his chest against your back set you ablaze.

If he noticed your pulse quicken as he slid on arm around your waist, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, he didn’t say anything.

“So those three are the belt.” He pointed to the same spot again. His voice reverberated through your body, that close, and it was unfair of him to expect you to do anything other than listen.

“The bright ones?” It was a strain, but you did your best to find them in the wide expanse of the sky. He was right to move you. It was easier to find them, even though your mind was hardly on the task.

“That’s it, princess. So, if you draw two lines down to that star and that star, that makes his legs.”

You tried and failed to visualize it. Instead, your brain stuttered and got stuck on how different it sounded when Eddie called you princess while you were sitting in between his legs, with the warm press of his thighs boxing you in, with his mouth right next to your ear. You had to shut down the thoughts that followed, particularly the ones that started with his hand that was still resting casually on your waist, two fingers just skimming the exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up.

“A-and the rest of him?” Your voice shook as Eddie’s hand on your waist shifted, his fingers brushing more solidly against your exposed skin, raising gooseflesh in their wake.

If he noticed what he was doing, he was playing it cool. Cooler than you, at least, as he gestured again with his free hand, tracing a few more stars that you could barely separate from the tapestry of the night sky.

“That’s his body. He doesn’t really have a head.” He explained it like your mind could be on the stars when he was tracing constellations into your skin, never one to be still. You wanted to protest, to tell him how unfair it was to expect you to learn when he was touching you; when he was so close that your whole world was leather and smoke and Impulse deodorant that shouldn’t smell good on him but did anyway.

You tried desperately to think of a question to keep the conversation. It needed to be something clever, that would turn the focus away from the way you press your thighs together for friction.  Eddie spoke first, however, his voice low and teasing in your ear.

“You’re not even listening, Princess.” He laughed, the sound so full and dark that it made you shiver. There’s no hiding that when he had you pulled against him bodily, his fingers dipping more brazenly into the waistband of your skirt.

“’s not true!” You protested, “I just can’t see them the way you can.”

Eddie couldn’t care less if you could make out the constellation or not. He was playing a game of chicken against himself, tracing the waistband of your skirt and then dipping one finger down, then two, drawing a loopy pattern that was barely straddling the line between casual and what he actually wanted.

Your breath was coming out shallow, and that bolstered him on. He found a sensitive spot on your hip and you hissed so pretty, leaning back into him. He pulled back, afraid he’d gone too far. There was a balance to this, to the way he had you squirming in his lap, eyes glassy and lips parted. Balance be damned, he wanted more. He dipped his thumb into your skirt, brushing that sensitive spot again.

“Eddie.” The way you breathed out his name went straight to his cock. Selfishly, he wanted to keep you like this forever. Hanging in the balance, flushed cheeks and clenched thighs, almost fucked out with barely a touch in the back of your friend’s van. He wanted this just for himself. Wanted you.

“Fuuuck, princess.” Is all he could manage for a moment. His pointing hand comes down to grab your hip, holding you still so you didn’t squirm too far back and end things before they’ve started.

There was an order these things were supposed to be done in. A conversation, a confession, maybe a kiss. You skipped all of these and took Eddie’s hand, pulling it down to the hemline of your skirt and letting it rest on your thigh.

He almost couldn’t believe you were real. Somewhere, he stopped thinking.

“Been thinking about these thighs all night.” He admitted, his lips back at your ear. You didn’t care what he was saying. You couldn’t care when his fingers were trailing up your thigh, taking their sweet fucking time. “So fucking cute with these thigh-highs, got me fantasizing about bending you over the back seat.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, rolling your hips into his touch when he finally brushed the soft cotton of your panties. It was the faintest touch: a test, a request, an acknowledgement. You needed more.

“Eddie, please.”

He fell quiet as he slid his hand into your panties, watching you with rapt attention like he was afraid you would change your mind. You almost found yourself embarrassed at the damp fabric until he was hissing in your ear, his middle finger sliding across your slick folds.

“Shit.” He buried his face in your neck again, rocking his hips against your ass, “So fucking wet for me, baby.” And that was a new one, baby, but you couldn’t unpack that when his fingers were exploring you, looking for what made you feel the best.

His bracelet was cold against your belly as he let his arm rest on your front, his fingers finding your clit. You were already keyed up from being so close for so long, it didn’t take much to turn you into putty in his hands. You were all heavy breathing and soft whimpers, half lidded eyes and parted lips.

Eddie thought he might be in heaven with the way you melted into his arms. He was careful with you, worried he would scare you away with the strength of his desire, and so he made this about you. Your body was soft and warm against his, and when he slid a single finger inside of you, he started to think he wasn’t going to make it.

You tossed your head back against his shoulder, his name falling from your lips in a tone he never could have made up in his fantasies. Eddie was talking, but he wasn’t even sure if the words had any meaning anymore. He could only think about the way you moan for him as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, his thumb rubbing a gentle circle on your clit as he tested what you liked.

“You moan so pretty for me, baby. Fuck. Wanna make you feel so good.”

The second finger was where you started to slip. His fingers made you feel so full, you couldn’t help but clench around them and the sensation had him moaning into your ear. He rutted into you shamelessly, the denim of his jeans rough through the thin fabric of your skirt. Your toes curled as you started to feel the coil of tension building in your core and you reached out to grab a blanket, his knee, anything to keep you grounded as you felt your control slackening.

“Fuck, Eds, so close, I’m- fuck.” The litany of curses that fell from your lips were like music to Eddie. He peppered kisses to your neck as you rocked on his fingers. Your world narrowed to several points; There was just you and Eddie, his fingers buried in your cunt, curling to find your g-spot, his cock hard against your ass, his lips on your neck, his voice in your ear making your head spin with sweet nonsense, and then you were falling apart. Your body curled in on itself as you clenched around Eddie’s fingers, your hands wrapping around his wrist to slow the onslaught of sensation as he rocked you through it.

When he pulled his hand away, you were breathless and flushed, so pretty with the exertion of your orgasm. Eddie knows that he is well and truly fucked. There was no coming back from this, and if there was, Eddie knew he wouldn’t want to. Not when he knew the way you keened when his fingers found just the right pressure on your clit, not when he knew how wet and hot and tight you would feel, not when you were looking at him like he hung the moon.

“Was that okay?” He checked on you immediately, shifting you in his lap for a better look at your face. You laughed at his worry, still high from pleasure and sensation and him. When you reached up to cup his face, he leaned desperately into the touch, eyes closing instinctively. He was warm and so close and so pretty.

“More than okay, Eds. That was… Fuck. That was so good. Can I--? Do you need--?” You trailed off, embarrassed as Eddie opened his eyes, his gaze dark and intense. He watched you for a moment, calculating, and then he kissed you. Someone needed to set this right, after all, and it was clear it wouldn’t be you.

His lips were as soft as you always imagined they would be. The kiss was sweet, but too short. It was a question, a declaration, and an indulgence all at once. He pulled away to look at you, and then he was leaning in again, gathering you up in both arms so that he could kiss you breathless.

“’m okay, princess.” He said finally, when he thought he was done kissing you. You pouted, though, and then he was kissing you again, peppering them across your face like he’d wanted to do for months.

You curled into his chest, wrinkling your nose when he wiped his hand on the blanket on the floor of his van.

“Maybe, uh… Maybe we can do this again? In a real bed. After, uh, a real date?” Eddie was shy, suddenly, unsure despite the evidence of your affection still sticky on his fingers and his blanket. You would have laughed if your heart didn’t swell so suddenly with affection that you thought you might cry.

“You’re telling me this wasn’t a date, Munson?” You teased, reaching up to kiss him again, just because you could. He went willingly, smiling against your lips. “Got all pretty for you and everything.”

“A second date, then.” Eddie corrected.

“A second date.” You agreed.

He held you as the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. His eyes were on you, your eyes were on the stars. And maybe it was love after all, something you could share, just the two of you.

You couldn’t find Orion on your own, so you just found your own patterns in the sky.

[fromasgardandback]

sleeping under the stars

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dont do drugs kids

masterlist | stranger things summer

i took the camping supplies my parents kept in the garage and dragged them all to the backyard. i made a giant-looking fort or cubby more like and hung string lights up with our sleeping bags and air mattresses. i made it look like a comfortable area so that the ground wasn’t as hard. i know that Eddie’s bed is super soft, so the ground might be too hard for him.

“Hey, babygirl.” Eddie smiled coming around back with snacks and a little bag of weed.

“Hi, handsome… did you really bring weed? What if my parents find out?” i  sighed.

“Then I will take the hit. Plus we’re only doing a little, love. You know I wouldn’t put you in harm's way.” he hugged me from behind kissing the nape of my neck down to my collarbone. i relented and we got comfortable. Eddie and I didn’t usually smoke together. I wasn’t a fan, but if i were to do it, it would be with him. there were typically a few hits taken, but that was about it. he gets super clingy and cuddly so i don’t mind. his body heat would keep us warm on a cool summer night. 

“Wow, look at those!” Eds pointed out to the sky. there was a beautiful constellation of Orion’s Belt that covered the sky with small stars around it. i laid my head on his arm pointing and tracing the sky above us. 

“Stars will always amaze me. The way they come together is so cool.” i chuckled to myself, the weed definitely getting to me.

“You know they are burning balls of fire. The brighter the star, the stronger the fireball. Then it explodes!” Eddie made an explosion noise with his mouth and hands. 

“Look who’s the nerd now.” i laughed hysterically resulting in Eddie throwing snacks at me and i happily took munching the high cravings away.

[electricsynthesis]

“Tell me the rules,” his dad says, backpack thrown over his shoulder. They’re walking along the dirt road that leads to town, leaving the parked truck behind them; Keith’s dad had said he didn’t want anyone to see his license plate. When Keith opens his mouth, mind about to spill something about when to wash his hands, his dad interrupts with, “The rules for going into town.”

Keith scurries to keep up with his father’s long strides. It’s hot today, and Keith shifts his new backpack over his uncomfortably sweaty shoulders. His backpack has the constellation Orion on it, which is very exciting. It’s his first time taking it into town.

“Don’t talk to anyone,” Keith recites dutifully.

His father nods his approval. “Unless?”

“Unless you say it’s okay.”

“That’s right. And? What else?”

“No drawing attention to myself,”

“That means?”

“Keeping my ears covered,” Keith counts off on his fingers. “Lowering my eyes. Ummm…” when his dad explained this one to him, he’d just talked again and again about why Keith isn’t supposed to talk to anybody.

“Just… just don’t draw any attention,” his dad sighs.

“I don’t know what—”

“Yes, you do, boy, come on. It ain’t hard.” He snaps. Keith shuts his mouth. “What’s the last rule?”

“…I promised it wouldn’t happen again,” Keith whines, embarrassment and shame squirming in his gut.

“What’s the last rule?”

“It’s not fair,” Keith goes on, hotly, jogging to match stride with his dad. “I won’t talk to anyone. I swear. I just want to—”

His dad stops walking entirely to whirl on Keith. He towers up, high in the air and looking darkly down at Keith. “You will not wander off. I won’t stand for it.”

“I was fine—”

“You can wander around with your thumb up your ass the day I ain’t around anymore to tell you not to,” his dad says, the harsh snip of finality to his tone. “And not a second sooner.”

Keith lowers his eyes, chastised. Shame makes his chest warm, and his breath shudders as he nods, silently.

“You understand?”

“I understand,” Keith mumbles, eyes hot. He scrubs at his face before they can fall.

Silently, they walk past the sign that says LINCOLN, NEVADA. Dirt roads become asphalt. Stone stucco and brick buildings rise from the sandy ground. Keith brushes his sneakers over patches of grass on the side of the road. There’s a hum of activity in the air; all at once, noise and chaos rush him and his father.

There are so many people. They are all so different from Keith’s dad, who’s the only person he knows. They are tall and short and old and young. Some of them are even girls. Keith sticks close to his father’s side. He wants to grip the leather belt holding up his dad’s cargo shorts, but the last time he did that, his dad told him not to act like such a baby.

Keith’s eight now, and that means he needs to start acting like a grown up. But he isn’t allowed to explore on his own, not ever. The unfairness of it twists his stomach and his mouth along with it, but he doesn’t say anything.

His dad abruptly stops walking, and Keith runs into his side in surprise. His dad’s strong hand reaches out to steady Keith by his shoulder before he can fall. His dad’s face is thoughtful as he looks down at Keith. He crouches down. “You promise you won’t go nowhere I don’t give you permission to?”

Keith’s chest lights up with hope. “I promise. I swear.” He draws a cross over his chest. “Cross my heart, hope to die,”

“Stick a needle in your eye.” His dad finishes with a crooked smile. “Aaaalright,” he draws out the word, digging through his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out a bill and goes to hand it to Keith. But when Keith reaches for it, he snaps it back. Keith’s eyes find his father’s face. “You remember how to get to Lela’s?”

“Yes,” Keith nods.

“And you cross your heart you won’t talk to anybody but Lela?”

“Yes,”

“And you’re only allowed to talk to her about what you’re buying.”

“Yes, sir.”

His dad’s smile goes soft, and he hands him the money. Keith closes his hand around it in victory, chest warm with excitement. “Then why don’t you go buy your daddy some cigarettes?”

“Yes! Thank you, Daddy!” Keith cries, wrapping his father’s waist in a tight, happy hug. His dad chuckles, a big hand coming down to ruffle Keith’s hair.

“Come straight back here when you’re done, and if I ain’t here, wait for me. Don’t talk to nobody. And,” he flicks the edge of the bill. “Whatever you have leftover, you can spend on yourself. Whatever you want.”

Utter elation spreads through Keith’s entire body. “Really?”

“Really.” He chuckles, and pushes himself to a stand. He shoves at Keith’s shoulder, causing him to stumble in the direction of the road. “Get going, then.”

Keith takes off at a run through the streets, dodging around the legs of the town people. That’s what Keith’s dad calls them, anyway. Them town people don’t know shit from Adam. His dad doesn’t like people very much. But that’s alright— the only person Keith needs is his dad.

He trips over something fabric and springy, and goes sprawling onto the asphalt. It bites his palms and he hisses in pain, eyes watering. A dog barks very close to his face, and he yelps in surprise. When he whirls around in the dirt, he finds himself face to face with a dog. A big dog; shaggy brown fur and a long snout. Keith can smell the dog’s breath as it pants, and he wrinkles his nose.

“Oh my goodness!” Comes a shrill voice, and Keith, suddenly ill-at-ease, whips his head up. A woman stands there, with white hair and big glasses. She blinks owlishly down at him, mouth hanging open. “Are you alright, honey? You hurt anywhere?” Keith doesn’t do or say anything, he just stares at her. After a second, she stutters, “Where’s your momma?”

Nowhere, Keith doesn’t say, because he isn’t supposed to talk to anyone except Lela.

“Honey? You alright?” When she crouches down and reaches a hand out, Keith’s heart careens into overdrive. He flings himself upward and takes off sprinting once again into the roads. She calls something after him, but he ignores her. He can’t talk to her anyway.

Keith decides that he’s seen more people today than he has in his whole life before. The thought leaves him breathless and a little scared, but his dad let him go off alone, and he can’t mess this up. So he traces the roads, checking and double checking all the turns and signs until he finds himself at Lela’s Swap Shop.

The bell ting-tings as he opens the door, and it makes him jump in surprise. It squeaks as it slides shut, which makes his ears twitch. But he rallies himself; inside, it’s very cold— cold like winter— and he rubs at his arms. There’s a buzzing sound in the air that he doesn’t like. It’s a lot like a flying bug, or maybe if a car were really quiet? After a moment of investigation, he realizes that the shelves are making that sound. When he waves his hand over them, they’re cold. Woah. Like their fridge at home!

He remembers that the cigarettes are behind the counter, and that you have to ask for them. So he jogs past the shelf-fridges until he comes up to a wooden counter. He has to stand on his tiptoes to reach it, and he sets his elbows on the wood to help.

A woman emerges from a swinging door to the back. She’s tall. Maybe almost as tall as Keith’s dad. Her hair is long and black, and her eyes are dark. Keith swallows past a suddenly dry throat; he’s supposed to talk to her.

“Hey there, little man,” she says, talking softly. “You want some candy or something?”

Keith opens his mouth. No sound comes out. He’s supposed to talk to her. He has permission. He has to talk to her to get the cigarettes. But this whole thing is suddenly crazy; there’s so many people, and it’s so loud, and Keith is very small. Keith is trying to remember if he’s ever talked to someone without his dad before.

“Hon,” she says. “Are you alright?”

“Cigarettes,” Keith blurts, mouth and throat moving before his brain does.

She stands back, almost affronted. “What’s a little boy like you need with cigarettes?”

“They’re for my daddy,” he explains, shame warming his cheeks. He puts the bill on the counter. “See? He gave me this.”

Her mouth twists. She looks at the bill, and then at Keith. “And who exactly is this Daddy of yours?”

“Um,” Keith feels very chastised. “Heath Kogane?”

She chews on this for a second. Then, she swings her eyes up to the sky, and quietly mutters, “If anyone is gonna send their tiny little boy to,” and then she trails off unintelligibly. “Oh, fine. You know what your daddy smokes?”

“Marlboro menthols,” Keith recites.

She seems unwilling as she opens up the glass case behind her and pulls out a box of cigarettes. She hands them to Keith only after a long, drawn out sigh. When he takes them, she swipes his money and punches something into her cash register with clear annoyance on her face. “You tell your daddy to come and talk to me next time he’s in town, won’t ya?” She says, handing him another bill and some coins. In her other hand is the box of cigarettes.

And Keith is struck frozen-still, because he isn’t supposed to talk to Lela about anything other than buying stuff. So he takes the money, the cigarettes, turns heel and walks away. Lela stutters a few wordless sounds behind him, but he immediately realizes he doesn’t know where he’s going. “Where’s the candy?” He asks.

“Aisle four,” she says, voice confused. When he looks at her for a long moment, she points at the ceiling. “The aisles are labeled.” Keith follows her finger just to see that yes, there are little numbered signs. He rushes over to aisle four.

These shelves do not appear to be fridge-shelves, but just regular shelves. They’re stocked with all kinds of things; toaster waffles and crackers and things he doesn’t recognize. But he follows the shelves until he finds the technicolor packaging he associates with candy; neon brights and big bubble letters. He very carefully reads the label on each one, looking for— ah!

He finds a bag of sour jawbreakers and immediately rushes back over to the counter. He throws the bag so hard the jawbreakers shudder in place. Lela raises her eyebrows down at him. He hands her the money she just handed him, wordless. His other hand is still holding the cigarettes.

Equally wordless, she takes the money. Punches some more things into her cash register. This time, she only hands him a few coins leftover. He swings his backpack to his front, unzipping it and sliding the cigarettes, the candy, and the coins inside. He carefully arranges them so they all sit upright. Then, he zips has bag back up.

“Orion,” she says.

Keith’s eyes go wide. Not even his dad recognized the constellation, and he was the one who bought Keith the bag for his birthday.

She mistakes his wide eyes for confusion, and nods to his bag. “It’s very cool. You like the stars?”

Amazement has Keith nodding, very slowly.

“I do too,” she smiles. “Tell you a secret,” she lowers her voice, and Keith leans in close to hear better. “I used to be a pilot.”

His eyes go even wider. A pilot? His dad was a pilot, too. Pilots are so lucky. They get to touch the sky.

“D’you like space?” She asks.

Keith nods.

“You wanna fly?”

Keith nods.

She reaches out, and he flinches. But she just smiles, and brushes her finger against the front of his bag. “It’s much prettier up close.”

Keith doesn’t say anything. He hugs his backpack closer to his chest. But he feels breathless as he nods. He steps back, looking at her as he backs up. Backs up and up and up, until he’s sliding back through the door and into the outside world. He only loses sight of her when the door is swinging shut again.

Keith isn’t sure why he’s blinking tears from his eyes, or why his heart feels so fragile in his chest. He’s eight now; he isn’t supposed to be such a baby.

[sam24]

To Pluto and Back

Summary: Steve tells you he loves you to the moon and back. You tell him that's a sucky way to express love.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

Steve looked up at your finger pointing to the starry night sky, as you two laid on the soft grass that was dancing with the light breeze.

He could barely focus on what you were saying. The warmth of your body pressed against his, the sweet smell of your shampoo, and the way you leaned into his chest like there was no place you’d rather be were enough for Steve to forget everything going on in the world.

“There’s Orion’s belt. Do you see it? That thing over there?”

Steve hummed in agreement, even though all he was seeing in that moment was the beautiful way the moon shone on your face.

“Stevie, you’re not even looking.” You turned your face to give him a disappointed look, but the pure adoration in his eyes caught you by surprise.

“I love you.” Steve declared.

It definitely wasn’t the first time he said those words, but his loving look and content smile still made you blush.

He looked at you.

He scanned your whole face, trying to implant it in his mind forever.

Your dimpled cheeks, radiant skin, rosy lips, the tiny scar on your face, everything.

Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, you buried your face into his chest.

“Steeeeeve.” You dragged out, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. “This is why I can never bring you with me to stargaze.”

“Fine, little Miss Science Nerd.” Steve teased as you pulled your face out of his chest, looking into your eyes with his baby blue ones.

If you looked long enough, you could even see the gentle waves crashing in them.

“Let me try to help you understand in your language.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, filled with pure love and calmness. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“That’s it?”

Steve was caught by surprise, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly frowning.

You tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“That’s only about 500,000 miles.”

Steve sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“I’m not kidding!” You pushed his shoulder (ignoring the fact he didn’t move even an inch). “Some poor sap probably asked his girl how much she loved him, and she wanted to let him down gently and said that. And it clearly backfired.”

Steve nodded with a teasing grin. “Of course.”

“Really though! Never tell a girl that. Ever.”

“Fine then. Why don’t you tell me how much you love me?”

“Well, I’ll have you know that I love you to Pluto and back.” A smug grin sat on your face. “Since, clearly, I’m the only one in this relationship who feels something.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a playful grin. “Okay then. In that case, I love you to Pluto and back and back and back again.”

“To Pluto and back and back and back again? Damn, Rogers. If you drove, that’s about . . .”

Your eyes scrunched up into that adorable concentrated look he absolutely loved while your fingers moved as if you were counting something.

“. . . 25,000 years. You sure you’re up for that?”

Steve smiled, putting his hands on your cheeks, the playfulness gone. “Anything for you.”

He pulled you into a gentle kiss, both your lips locking together like an all-too familiar puzzle. His right hand rested on your hip and his left arm was snaked under you as he pulled you in even closer.

When you two finally pulled away, Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, both of you wanting to feel the warm presence of each other.

And in that moment, it felt like home. After losing everything he had and fighting for so long, he finally felt like he had a home. With you. He pressed a kiss to your hair, grateful for his fortune the day on the street when your dog came bounding towards him with a wagging tail and you running behind with a mouthful of apologies.

You smiled into his chest as he gently played with your hair, the breeze blowing across your face, the grass tickling your toes, and the bright stars looking down on you two with a smile.

All you could hear was the calm pattering of his loving heart.

Your voice broke the silence.

“Actually, make that 35,000 years, considering the fact you drive like an old man.”

[veritas-scribblings]

wish - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 530

‘For the moment she had forgotten his ignorance about kisses,’ Barty reads, ‘“I thought you would want it back,” he said a little bitterly, and offered to return her the thimble.’

On Saturday nights, Barty will always read to Regulus the books he has stolen from his house. His voice is normally a little bit raspy at this stage, by the end of the day. Regulus loves to listen to it none-the-less. Ever since Regulus joined the Slytherin Quidditch Team in their third year, Barty has taken it upon himself to offer his undying support, and will typically be on the quidditch pitch screaming his support at Slytherin practises. Afterwards, he will return to the the common room and scream at his housemates over a game of not-so-friendly poker (though recently, Slytherin House has learnt not to play with Barty as he typically cleans up). 

Barty turns the page and clears his throat. He reads animatedly, putting on voices for each of the characters in this book about flying children who do not grow up and tiny, mean pixies and muggle children who are lured away in the dead of the night. It’s a strange book that Regulus isn’t sure whether he likes it. But he let’s Barty read anyway, because sometimes Barty throws in his own commentary and listening to that is always entertaining.

‘“Oh dear,” said the nice Wendy, “I don’t mean a kiss, I mean a thimble.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s like this.” She kissed him.’

Regulus lays in bed with Barty, resting against his chest, and draws on Barty’s forearm as he reads. Back in fourth year, Barty began tattooing over some of Regulus’s drawings with a spell he found after sneaking into the Restricted Section. The R.A.B Regulus wrote on his wrist. The Leo constellation. The tiny little cartoon snake Regulus is quite proud of and Barty has named Walter. One day, Regulus will write his name, regulus, over Barty’s heart and hope that Barty tattoos it there so Regulus will remain with him always.

There are stars on the roof of their dormitory that Regulus drew back in their first year, enchanted to twinkle and glow. Constellations Regulus arranged: Leo, Canis Major, Orions Belt. And then three huge, glowing stars he has named after them. Regulus. Barty. Evan. When Barty reads, Regulus watches them in the stars on the roof above them and he hopeshopeshopes that they will be eternal together. Young forever, immortalised, beyond the bullshit of the world.

‘“Funny!” said Peter gravely. “Now shall I give you a thimble?”

“If you wish to,” said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time.

Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched.’

Regulus squirms when Barty noses into his hair and snuffles, and then tries to bite his ear. ‘I will thimble you!’ Barty declares. He lowers the book and uses his free hand to tip Regulus’s head backwards so he can thimble him firmly upside-down. He slides his tongue over Regulus’s, sucks on his bottom lip, the kiss just a little bit dirty. 

‘Thimble me again, Wendy,’ Regulus murmurs against Barty’s mouth.

Barty laughs, his breath warm between them, and he thimbles Regulus again.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hey Mary! I love the seaside prompt list! 🏝️ I’ve only got two months of school left and then I’ll be sitting on a beach with a good book and enough margaritas to help me forget this entire school year! 🤣🤣

I’d love to request #25–stargazing on the beach with Jake, please. Thanks, sweetie! 🥰🥰

ooooohhhhhh yesssss idk why but I feel like Jake knows, like, the stars? so.

also omggggg!!!! HAVE FUN!!! I'm on vacay myself but I'm already jealous

It wasn't really cold, but it certainly wasn't really warm either. There was a breeze coming from the ocean, the sound of waves breaking on the shore and the metal of Jake's truck digging into your back. But then again, his arm was around you, your hand was resting flat on his chest, and you were snuggled so close to him that his body warmth was more than making up for the less pleasant cold.

"There's Orion's belt", he said, reaching a hand out to point at the sky, not that it did anything. You couldn't have spotted it even if he had been holding a laser pointer. His other hand was lazily brushing through your hair and really, you were trying, you were squinting at the stars and doing your best to follow his explanations, but he was making it a bit hard to concentrate.

He'd already pointed out the North Star and Ursa Major, but you had pretty much lost him after gasping "Oh, the moon's so pretty tonight" when you had got out of his car. You were a bit too embarrassed to tell him now.

"Where'd you learn all this?", you asked instead, letting your fingers skip over the fabric of his shirt.

"I'm barely scratching the surface. You can't see much of the stars here. Back in Texas, I could see Rho Cassiopeia almost every night."

"Yeah, I don't know what that is", you sighed, propping your chin up on his chest to look at him. He was smiling in a way that showed his dimples and you felt the sudden urge to kiss him - it was always endearing, so absolutely adorable when his dimples showed that you just couldn't help yourself. You just had to lean in.

He tasted like the wine you'd drunk at dinner and the chocolate pudding you'd had as dessert.

His fingers buried themselves in your hair again and his other hand went to your waist, pulling you on top of him as he deepened the kiss, making the angle less awkward and much more pleasant for your neck. You tugged at his bottom lip, snaked your tongue into his mouth, raked your nails along his jaw just the way he liked. He groaned and pulled you back, breaths still mingling, and the smile on his face had turned into that all-too familiar grin.

"Well this date worked out better than expected", he chuckled and you could hardly shake your head at him in exasperation before he'd already brought you back in, your back pressed to his truck this time and his hands next to your head.

If Jake Seresin could drown in your kisses, he'd die a happy, happy man.

[gretavanlace]

Garnet

Josh kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, teasing, edging if you squint, digital penetration, unprotected sex, blood, period kink, idk. Lots, proceed with caution ❤️

“Hey, little star…” Josh ghosts the pads of his fingers over your face, stepping closer to you as you unfasten your earrings, dropping them carefully into the tiny bowl that rests on your dresser. “What’s wrong? You look sad.”

You’ve been ‘little star’ since your second date, where, on the way into the restaurant, you’d pointed out Orion’s Belt to him in the night sky.

“Can I have a kiss?” you can’t help the pout in your tone, you feel adrift…you’ve hardly seen him all day.

It isn’t his fault, he had interviews to charm his way through, and a few meetings he was unable to wiggle his way out of. He’s busy, and only getting busier, and you’re so proud of him…but sometimes, you let your heart get greedy.

“Ah, baby,” he grins that sparkling smile, beaming light into the room like an otherworldly supernova. “Of course you can. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”

His lips sweep tenderly across your own, a precursor to the delicate curl of his soft tongue against them. He pulls back just a hint to allow your answer. Ever the glutton for praise, he wants to hear you say it.

“I missed you so much.” you can’t seem to shake the melancholy in your voice and he searches your eyes with concern.

“Seriously,” his hands cup your cheeks. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I promise…” you sigh, nuzzling into his touch. “Just felt lonely for you. I still do, even though you’re right here. Isn’t that silly?”

“No,” he soothes, sweetly pecking a trail of kisses along the apples of your cheeks. “I don’t think that’s silly at all. I know what you need. You just need a little attention, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You shake him off gently. “I’m okay, scouts honor.”

“You know you were never a boy scout,” he chastises with staged seriousness. “You shouldn’t toss the oath around like that. It isn’t a joke. Besides, maybe I want to show you some attention? I missed you too, you know?”

“I can’t right now, babe.” you sigh, pulling away to slip your top over your head, tossing it into the hamper. “Let’s just cuddle up and go to sleep, ‘k?”

His hands find your bare waist and then slip up to tug the cups of your bra down, thumbs swirling over your nipples the moment they make their appearance. “What do you mean you can’t right now? I missed you, you missed me…c’mon, little star, let’s make some noise.”

“Josh, quit…” you squirm away from him and tug an oversized t-shirt on, warding off his grabby hands.

“Okay…” he backs off right away, but leads you over to the bed. It’s a mess of tangled sheets, as neither of you bother too often with making it in the mornings after you drag yourselves out of the warm cocoon of slumber. “Can I kiss you for a little while, though? I really did miss you, and you smell so good.”

This is dangerous territory. Not because he might try to take it further, but because you have so little will power when it comes to this beautiful, honey-sweet, man of yours.

“Yeah.” it sighs out of you before you can think better of it, and suddenly you’re on your back, warming up the crisp linens while he tugs away his stark shirt.

“Mmm, look at you.” his lips twitch into a lazy smile as he drops his mouth down close to yours. “You’re very pretty, little star. Have I told you that yet today?”

“Yes,” you smile back, draping your arms over his shoulders to hold onto his warmth. “You’re very pretty, Josh. Have I told you that yet today?”

He tips his nose against yours, “Yes, I believe you have, this morning when I was getting dressed. But your eyes were on my cock, if I remember correctly.”

A laugh bursts out of you at his lie. “They were not!”

“You're right.” he acquiesces. “Would’ve been a hell of an ego boost if they had been, though.”

“How did everything go today?” you ask as his mouth travels an idle path along your neck.

“Good.” he murmurs against your pulse. “Samuel did his best to irritate me during our interviews, but I played nice.”

Your hands sink into his tangled curls, “Mmm, good boy.”

“Okay,” he pulls back and frowns down at you. “If you aren’t going to let me fuck you, behave.”

Chills race up your spine at the obscenity of his words, and their forcefulness. He notices, because of course he does.

“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” his teeth nip away at your throat.

A hum is your only response, but it seems to serve him well. “Which part? The part where I talked about fucking you? Or when I told you to behave? You wanna be a good girl for me? Hmm? Wanna be on your best behavior and make me so, so proud of my pretty baby?”

“Fight fair.” you can’t help the moan that slips out softly.

“No thank you.” he teases back, pressing you down into the mattress with the warm weight of his body.

“Josh…” his name is nearly all you can manage. He’s all you can see, and hear, and smell…he’s all around you, and he’s fucking intoxicating.

“What?” he breathes into your mouth, lips moving languidly over your own.

“You have a problem, you know?” a careful pinch at the curve of his waist earns your bottom lip a nip of his teeth.

“What sort of problem, love?” he grinds against you until a tiny whimper flutters out of you on a sigh. “Tell me.”

“I think you’re a sex addict…and I think you need to get some help.” You’re only teasing…sort of.

“Oh, wouldn’t that make for an awkward intervention with my family? Have you planned one yet? Because I’d very much like to skip it.”

He’s rocking into you with a purpose now, and you can’t help yourself, you’re moving with him, lifting your hips to meet his as the grip you have on his shoulders tightens. “What? You don’t want to talk with your parents about how you can’t seem to keep your dick in your pants? C’mon Josh, don’t be like that. It’s only because we love you.”

“Would you shut up?” he smiles with an adorable roll of his eyes. “I’m trying to fuck my girl, and I can’t do that if she’s talking about my parents.”

“I already told you, your girl’s closed for business.” you remind him.

“Why?” his hand slips down to slide up inside your shirt, warm fingers seeking out your hardened nipple. “You think I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time about this? It’s just a little blood, sweetheart…I don’t care, I’m a sex addict, remember?” He winks at you and steals your heart away. He still isn’t fighting fair.

“Well, the sheets will care.” you point out, feeling the warm flush of heat that’s coloring your cheeks.

“Listen, don’t tell them, because I don’t want to be hurtful…” he whispers, words tickling your ear softly. “But I don’t give a shit about the sheets. In fact, I hate them. Let’s ruin them, yeah?”

“It’ll make a mess, Josh.” you hum as he sucks delicately at your neck.

“Good.” his hand has abandoned your breast and is now sneaking down to trace your clit over your panties. “Wanna be my pretty, messy girl?”

“Fuck…” the curse trembles out of you sounding desperate and needy already.

“Yeah, listen to you. Sound all soft, just like an angel, don’t you? Tell me you want me, and make it sweet.”

His voice is so quiet, so low, rumbling out of him and straight into your cunt, like faraway thunder charging the air surrounding you both with electricity. Still, you shake your head…it’s too embarrassing.

“No?” a smug shadow casts over his expression. “Well, isn’t that a shame? I think this pretty little pussy wants me, though.” he circles your clit through the cotton hiding it a little faster. “I think she wants me so bad. Why don’t you let me spoil her for a little while?”

“Baby, stop…” you whine. He’s always gentle and attentive, if you really wanted him to stop he would in a heartbeat, but he knows that really isn’t what you want as well as you do.

“Oh, I’m ‘baby’ now? We’re making progress.” his fingers disappear into his delicious mouth and then slip inside your underwear to stroke over your swollen clit.

His touch is met with a shaking gasp that makes him groan in response. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Your heart is a kick drum banging wildly in your chest as you offer a frantic nod just before your eyes drift shut. He’s gotten you so worked up, so quickly, and you’re so fucking sensitive…if you concentrated hard enough, you could cum already.

“My lovely girl,” he’s crooning so gently, nuzzling into your hair, taking such good care of you, your head is spinning. “Thank you, little star…thank you for being my good girl. For letting me touch you.”

“More…” you beg before you realize you’ve even spoken.

“You want more?” the grin in his tone is on full display though your eyes are still closed. The man loves a solid victory. “Does my baby want to cum pretty for me?”

“Don’t tease.” you huff, unease creeping back up as he slides your panties down. “Wait.”

“For what?” his lips and tongue are dancing along your collarbone, fingers slowly teasing.

“I’ve got to…” this is exactly why you shouldn’t have let him coax you into the fire. This is humiliating. You try again, “I need to…”

“Oh, this?” he gives the string of your tampon the tiniest tug. “I’ve got it.”

“Oh my god,” you swat at his chest and avoid his eyes, “No, you don’t…that’s just gross…”

Everything stops and he calls your eyes to his with a gentle, hey. “First of all, nothing about you is ‘gross’. You’re a goddess, little star, and this is a beautiful thing. Your body is perfect and sacred, and capable of creating and nurturing life. How could that be anything but incredible?”

“Joshua,” you groan. “Not everything is an acid trip, you know? Calm down, and go take a bath in patchouli and peyote.”

“Probably will,” he nods, circling your clit with a silken reverence. “afterwards. Listen to me though, ancient cultures believed that menstruating women–”

“Don’t ever say menstruating again.” you interrupt, rolling your hips into his touch.

“Hush.” he scolds, licking at your throat. “The ancients believed that due to their connection to the moon and its phases, they held great shamanic power. They were revered and worshiped, they even built them special huts where they could retreat during the height of their powers. Did you know that?”

He pulls lightly on the string again, in silent question, and you give in with a nod. He frees you of it, and you try not to think too hard about it as he tosses it into the trash can beside the bed.

“There we go,” he soothes as his fingers ease inside you. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so warm.” it’s a quiet comment, almost as though he’s talking to himself, then, he continues. “The blood was considered powerful and ceremoniously charged, they used it in rituals, and to heal.”

In a move that stuns you, he eases his fingers out of you and into his mouth, licking them clean with a muted sound of bliss. “You taste so good, you’re perfect and I’d lie at your feet if you asked me to, you fucking goddess.”

A laugh trills out of you. “You sounded so profound until ‘fucking goddess’.”

“Shit…” he shakes his head in mock disappointment. “Almost had it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe as he sinks his fingers back inside your cunt. “Almost.”

“Relax for me, love.” he sounds so calming, lulling your nerves like a familiar song. “Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of my pretty girl.”

He swirls into that delectable spot inside you and you can’t quiet the gasp that escapes you, but he’d give just about anything to listen to that beautiful sound on loop for the rest of his days.

“That’s it, love.” he’s kissing over your sternum, seemingly unbothered that your t-shirt is still hiding you away. “You just lie still and let me treat you sweet. My baby, love you so much.”

You give yourself over, pliant and subordinate. There are no worries in this world he builds for you, there is nothing but Josh.

His hand is working away at you, coaxing you closer and closer, with his fingers curled and searching just right, and the heel of his palm grinding away at your throbbing clit.

“Please, baby…” you’re panting and writhing beneath him like a whore, and maybe you’d try and stop, if only you cared. “Please…”

The tip of his tongue snakes over the shell of your ear. “I love it when you whine,” he sounds fervent and hungry for it, as if he wants your orgasm even more than you do. “Give it to me, little star…give it up. C’mon…”

It blooms inside of you slowly, a peony of pleasure, dewey petals opening up to the morning sun that is his love.

“That’s a real good girl, baby…” he praises, eyes darting from your face as it twists in euphoria, to where his fingers are fucking you through your orgasm. You gush around him, spilling over his skin, like glittering rubies. Garnet mixed with your release, stark against his pale flesh. He thinks it’s beautiful, really…and his chest tightens with a sudden grateful ache– that you would give this to him; this vulnerability.

He has lost himself in the moment, but when you squeeze your thighs together to ward off the overstimulation, he finds his way home to you. When he does, his gaze zeroes in on your eyes, and the way they seem to be on fire as they stare down at his hand.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he teases softly. “See how pretty? Let’s paint, hmm? You can be my masterpiece…my paragon of filth and beauty.”

Your confusion is short-lived as his fingertip skates across your cheek, leaving a streak of crimson in its wake. He bestows a matching mark upon the opposite cheek and then wraps his sticky hand around your throat, claiming you with your own blood while he lines himself up.

“Feel that?” he whispers as he nudges inside. “Gorgeous cunt sucking me right in…wants me so bad.”

A twinge of self-consciousness begins to creep up inside you. You’re wearing your own blood, he, even more so. It covers your thighs, and his cock, and the sheets below you…the shame, unwarranted, but real all the same, is growing hot in your belly and you want it to go away. You want him to make it go away.

“Josh…” you squeak meekly.

You aren’t given the chance to finish your thought. “Shh, little star…you’re so beautiful. My pretty, pretty girl. I love this, to just be covered in you. You smell like shiny little pennies, and you taste like home, and you feel like heaven. I love you, baby.”

He fucks into you harder, in spite of the gentleness of his devotions, and you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like you may never get the chance to hold him again.

“I can feel you dripping off of me…” he growls, sounding so unlike himself you feel like you’re lying with a stranger you’ve known all your life. “You’re my angel…a fucking diety, my goddess. I love you, I love you, I love…fuck, fuck!”

You’d claim to be surprised if you were a liar, but the man has an unrivaled fidelity to a dramatic monologue, and you adore him for it.

Lifting away from the bed, you prop yourself up on your elbows and stare down at where your bodies are coupled, and the feral gleam in his eye tells you he likes that very much. “Yeah? You wanna watch? Look at that, you’re all over me. Doesn’t it look pretty? That’s your cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Mine.” you nod urgently, the heat rolling and tumbling in your stomach gaining in intensity. “Harder.”

“Listen to you,” he sounds so very proud of your cock-drunk state. “Can’t form a sentence for me, little star? Come on now, talk to me, baby.”

“Close..” you pant, eyes screwing shut as your mouth falls open in a silent cry.

“Mmm…” he hums, like he’s just savored a bite of his favorite dish. “Good girl, good fucking girl. Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna show me how much you love it? Show me, c’mon.”

Tiny puffs of air are being punched out of your lungs with his every thrust.

“Listen to my angel…” he’s losing it too, you can tell by the winded rasp coloring his voice. “Can you do it for me? Please, baby…fucking please…”

It’s like he’s willed it so, your end crashes into you hard and fast, rolling over you like a violent wave..dragging you under until the entire world is muffled and hazy.

You’re cumming so hard, and it’s like a curled finger beckoning him right alongside you.

His whole body seizes up, still and rigid, for just a blink before releasing all that tension with a long, beautiful moan of your name and a string of obscenities.

The life drains right out of you as he falls down around you, both sets of lungs struggling hard to draw a deep breath.

If you could live right here in this moment, you could live happily forever.

He pulls out slowly, with an adorable little shudder of a chill, then his hands find your face once again, “my messy, pretty girl.”

You want to look away, but his stare holds you fast, “Josh, stop…”

“No.” He argues with that beautiful, glowing face of his. “You are. You’re my girl…and you just give me whatever I want. I’m so lucky.”

“It’s because I want it too.” Your confession is so sheepish, you aren’t even sure he’s heard until he sucks into your throat again, muffled, rasping confessions promising a round two that will put the first go ‘round to shame.

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[snotsloth]

FFxivWrite2024 Prompt 1: Steer

As had been the case with the magitek walkers in the Praetorium all those months ago, Kendra proved to be a natural manacutter pilot. She deftly steered her miniature airship in and out of streams of stratus clouds, trailing white vapor in her wake as they made their way to the Aery.

Orion, still not trusting his newly enhanced depth perception, trailed behind her and Estinien who flew steadily on, only diverting occasionally to bob and weave around larger gusts of wind. Though he had used these new goggles from Stephanivien for a few weeks, he was still occasionally struck by vertigo when focusing for too long on objects in the far distance. They had proved very useful in battle, but the idea of any kind of quick maneuvering in this manacutter made him nervous.

Thankfully it was a fairly clear and bright day in the Sea of Clouds. The crisp wind bit at Orion’s exposed cheeks and tore at the wool scarf around his neck but did not offer many obstacles between themselves and the Aery that floated as a dark mote in the far distance.

“Cid’s outdone himself this time,” Kendra’s voice snapped Orion’s attention back to his immediate surroundings. She had circled round and come up on his right shoulder, grinning so hard that her clan marks almost disappeared in the creases of her dimples. “It’s like riding a giant hummingbird! I can flit in any direction I want as easy as breathing!”

“I’m afraid the finesse of the controls is lost on me,” Orion shouted against the wind. “But I’m glad Cid has such an avid test pilot in you!”

“Aw, come on, Orion!” Kendra chided. She flew her manacutter in an effortless loop over his head and down below before returning to her previous holding pattern. “Live a little!” Despite their somber and quite possibly suicidal mission, her playful and adventurous spirit remained dauntless. Her orchid purple braid shone as it whipped in the wind behind her and her toothy grin flashed in the brilliant afternoon sun.

Despite his trepidation and mild nausea, Orion couldn’t help responding with a shy smile of his own as he answered, “While I would love to dart through the clouds behind you, I think my stomach would lodge and official complaint.”

“Best stay close anyhow,” Estinien chimed in, swooping close to the two of them as well. The black enamel of his helmet reflecting the sun with a blade-sharp glare. “The closer we get to the Aery, the more likely we are to encounter resistance. So keep close, Kendra. I don’t want you flitting out of eyesight again until we’ve landed.”

Kendra slumped against her seat and pouted. “You two know how to suck the fun out of everything,” she groaned, but she did keep close after that, getting her thrills by trying to steer her manacutter with the toe of her boot. Orion was unsurprised when she proved to be just as adept at that as he and Estinien were when flying normally.

~

As they drew close to the Aery and the winds picked up, even Kendra had to hold onto the controls with both hands. The massive island floated in the sky, surrounded by a maelstrom of freezing wind and seething with Nidhog’s dark, malicious aether. Orion took a moment to make sure his pistol and ammunition box were securely fastened to his belts and spared Lily a gentle pet on top of her glowing head that peaked out from the folds of his scarf where she had tucked herself away from the biting winds.

“Keep an eye out,” Estinien called out. “Now that we’re close, the wyrm could come at us from multiple directions. We don’t want to be caught unawares.”

Both Kendra and Orion nodded to him, their mouths set in twin lines of determination. Orion peeked back down to check on Lily once more. “You ready, pretty girl?” he murmured into his scarf. “This will be a tough fight and these winds are fierce, so stay close, okay?”

The sparkling, effervescent sensation of Lily’s wordless thoughts caressed Orion’s mind. Her nervousness mirrored his own, but so did her determination. Bubbles of her memories burst against Orion’s mind like champagne bubbles tickling the back of his nose; a smiling Aymeric ringed in firelight, the gentle brush of Lucia’s bare thumb against her cheek, Count Edmont’s quiet chuckles as he watched her tug playfully at the tips of Emmanellain’s hair, goading him into chasing her around the sitting room. She had come to care for their Ishgardian comrades as much as he and Kendra had. They knew what had to be done to ensure their longterm safety and happiness.

“Coming up on our seven and below!” Kendra called out.

Craning his neck to look past the sharp wing of the manacutter, Orion saw Nidhogg’s massive form loom up from behind them, dark wings briefly cutting off the sun as he flew higher and loomed over their suddenly flimsy-feeling airships. The rumble of a roar building in Nidhogg’s chest rattled Orion’s bones before it even reached the wyrm’s obsidian-sharp fangs.

“Fire!” Orion shouted and all three manacutters darted out of the path of Nidhogg’s breath as a primordial pillar of fire blazed across the sky above them.

Estinien righted his ship first, then grabbing the eye in his possession, he brandished it toward the great wyrm. Nidhogg flinched away and back-winged slightly to create some distance between himself and the seething, malicious relic.

“Wicked mortals!” Nidhogg’s voice rattled the frame of Orion’s manacutter and cast a chilling shadow through his mind. “I shall melt your flesh and turn your bones to ash!”

A bolt of searing light flew straight for Nidhogg’s head but he nimbly dodged it, another rumbling roar building in his gargantuan chest. Orion looked up to see Kendra standing straight up in her cockpit, bow still held high as she readied another glowing arrow.

“Below!” Kendra yelled, nodding to a snarl of root-like rock formations that branched out of the main body of the Aery. Peering closer, Orion saw what they were shielding; a series of flat platforms that Nidhogg’s brood must have used to come and go from the Aery.

“Those are big enough for us all to land on!”

“Go!” Estinien ordered the both of them. “I’ll cover our retreat!”

Kendra swung her bow back onto her shoulder and dropped into her seat, steering her manacutter into a tight arc that curved below the vicious bramble of stone and into the protected alcove beneath. Orion followed her as quickly as he could, gritting his teeth against the rattle of the manacutter’s engines as he pushed it towards its top speed.