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[chaoticloving]

Yacht

Harry styles x actress!reader

Summary: Harry worries something is wrong during a family trip to Italy, turns out your just horny

Warning: sex to get pregnant lol

Italy, it was always Italy.

As two high profile A-listers, Harry Styles and Y/n Y/L/N-Styles could never go anywhere without being caught. Once in the car, another in the street, and of course at concerts and premieres.

Vacation was another highly intense time for the couple, but it was only amped up to the max because of the Love on Tour's ending.

The night of the final show, Harry had his wife, mum, and sister in his dressing room. As the tour has lasted literal years, he figured he owed everyone some sort of gift: gift giving was his love language. He got the lovely couple of the band, Sarah and Mitch, and the little love-bug, a couple of odd-ball things he knew they would all like. He got similar items for the rest of the crew, personalizing them for the recipient.

His wife though, along with his mum and sister, he believed were owed some time with him. Call him selfish but Harry really did miss being with his family, and it was clear from the thousands of messages and voicemails that they all missed him deeply too. So he figured, why not Italy?

Italy is his go to place for relaxing, despite the constant paparazzi, it was quite peaceful when out in the water or in his shared home. Not only that, but his mother truly adores the country and the history; he feels he owes it to her for putting up with all of his shenanigans when he was younger, he knows he wasn't as easy as Gemma was, and stardom really did exacerbate it. But he's better now--Y/n has whipped him into shape--and he's wealthy enough to go to Italy as much as Anne wants.

Gemma just loves the opportunity to gossip with Y/n, along with the chance to sun bathe on the yacht. She was a simple person to please, and would be appreciative for a coffee and croissant.

Y/n, though, his love, isn't one that can be shown love to through gifts, at least expensive gifts. Her net worth is the same as his, but beside all of that, she is extermly picky about what she wants. All of her brithday gifts are something she specifically told Harry, from brand to color, nothing was left for interpretation.

He thought the vaction would be good though. Y/n likes the quality time between them, how they could just be themselves with nothing stopping them.

The yacht was a perfect hit though. Anne and Gemma both loved the salty breeze of the mederterain sea, but he didn't think it was enough for Y/n. He needed something that was more of a wow factor.

Harry was nervous, biting his nails as he took Y/n down to the docks for a midnight boat outing. He planned this a bit ago, but now was second guessing the whole ordeal.

"I love the smell of Italy." Harry said, holding his hand with his wife. "Something about it...just isn’t it perfect?"

"Is it the cigarette smoke?" Y/n joked, sneaking a quick peak at the corner of Harry's mouth. "Why are you taking me to the docks?"

Harry cleared his throat. "A midnight trip since I wanted some one on one time with you."

They had reached the docks by now, and were slowly getting on. He felt Y/n's hands get tighter around his hand, squeezing every now and then while the life guard was untying the rope connecting the yacht.

Harry looked over to his wife, watching her to make sure she was enjoying herself. She was looking beautiful, hair down while her face was pointed up, looking at the night sky's stars. Her outfit was loose, a simple dress that she threw on after showering to get the sea off of her. It was one he picked out long ago, around their 6 month anniversary, and it was still beautiful.

Her wedding ring completed the look though.

A beautiful antique ring, one that looked as though it was carefully preserved throughout history, looked ethereal on her.

"Hey H?"

Her voice was beautiful too. It was no kidding she was a movie star, her voice draws you in and cages you so you could never leave--not that Harry would want to.

"Yes, Love?"

"You're staring."

Harry blinked, not what he was hoping she would say. He hates to be called out.

"Just wanting to make sure you're happy." He shrugged. "I love you s'much, and I want to give you the perfect gift."

Y/n smiled, a warming one that made Harry's legs feel like jelly. She could never get over the love she felt from Harry, his passtion ratiating from him at all times was truly sickening to the loveless.

"Harry, I love this trip." She brushed her hand through his hair. "Everything you do makes me happy."

"But, earlier, on the yacht you seemed...off."

Y/n bit her lip, looking down to the sea beside them. She didn't mean for Harry to feel disappointed in himself, but she knew exactly what caused it.

"I just had a lot on my mind..." She said, not giving much up which Harry was not happy with.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I ran out of my birth control about a couple weeks ago, and my hormones are really messing with me." She said, hoping he would get the hint.

"So you're horny?" Harry laughed, a boy-ish grin forming on his face. "I can deal with that."

Y/n laughed and pushed his kissing face away from her neck. "Yes, but since I haven't been on birth control in a few weeks, my doctor thinks I could get pregnant."

Harry's jaw dropped, which then formed into another smile, this time one of excitement and hornieness. "So, you mean...we could start trying for a baby?"

Y/n just nodded. Harry put his hands on her face and kissed her. Her hands moved from his hair down his arms then under his shirt. Harry, bless his soul, was a little nervous to move his hand down, but when Y/n broke apart this kiss so she could strip out of her dress he had no problems.

Harry followed and took off the white shirt he was wearing before, alog with his pants. He got pushed down to a long cooler seat. Y/n strattled his hips and startedkissing him more. Harry started to trickle down to her neck, leaving a hicky closer to her boobs so no one could see. He loved the moans coming out of his love, the way he knew she was feeling good was getting himjust as turned on.

"You were horny." Harry snickered, getting back to work soon after. “Sitting on the yacht; you knew I’d fuck you if you asked.”

"I would've done something about it if my in laws weren't in the vicinity."

"My bad." Harry said, but it was half hearted as now he just really didn’t care.

The conversation didn't last long, soon enough Harry's boxers were off and Y/n bra and panties were somewhere else on the boat. "You sure? I got a condom somewhere."

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be off the pill." She reminded him. "What about you?"

"I've wanted a kid ever since you said 'I do'." They kissed, softly now, but Y/n soon sat on Harry's hard cock and they both moaned in ecstasy.

Harry was a little shocked to be honest, rarly they have sex without any foreplay or lube, and he doesn't think he's ever felt her so wet--he had to make sure not to cum too prematurely.

Y/n was focused on Harry and her breathing. Sex felt different now knowing they are activly trying for a child, she knows Harry's dick is the same, but something about it just made it better.

She begain to bounce, Harry's arms coming up to squeeze her boob while the other grabbed her ass. He positioned his legs and pushed up into her, again, again, and again. The repative motion was made all the diffference by one of his hands coming down to her clit to make her feelmore pleasure. She gapsed when he pintched her clit, mouth then forming a smile as he looked down to Harry's.

"Babe, I think-I think I'm gonna come." Harry groaned. "I wanna get you pregnant and it so fuckin' hot--come with me. Are you close?"

His voice was fast passed, he rushed through his words as he tried to hold off from coming. Y/n was feeling the same way though; the love, the passtion, and the idea of being pregnant was too much.

"Har, I'm about to." She groaned as Harry's hips shot up in a more paniced order. He felt crazy, moaning and looking just at her made him want to exploed. "Come with me."

Her voice trailed off and turned into a moan as Harry came inside her, no protection. It felt like heaven to the both of them, forgetting the sweat that clang to their bodies.

"I love you." Harry whispered. She was still on his dick, just collasped over him now, but she knew he said it out of love. Sex changed after marriage or after any new step within a marriage; after marriage was so loving, and they had a sense of understanding that truly could be sourced from empaths.

"I love you too." She whispered back. Giving one small kiss to his lips.

"If you get pregnant, I don't know how I'm going to top that gift." Harry jokingly sighed.

"Hm, you could give me another one." She chided. "I want a bunch of Styles babies."

"I'll love any amount of kids you want." Harry decided. "Even if its twenty."

She laughed. "No way am I going to carry twenty, maybe we'll just get some pets."

"What happened to a whole bunch?"

"Only if they're just like their daddy."

"Damn, I only wanted them if they're just like their mummy." Harry joked being distrought, groaing with faux aggrivation.

"Maybe they'll have the best of us."

"My beauty, and your personality." Harry joked, which Y/n didn't like so she jokingly shuved him. "Maybe not your personality."

[neonovember]

Golden Boy

part three of three

warnings; filth, angst, lover boy, self deprecation, anxiety, mentions of death, smut, heartbreak, fluff, face fucking, oral (m recieving), piv (wrap it yall), 18+, explicit language, Richie, carmen being in love, the nickname bear, some very not so slef inserted heartbreak and love confessions

w/c: 6k

a/n: this request really changed from a drabble to a 3 part series holy fuck i need a job, but really this is actually so self fulfilling to be able to deliver your requests about a character i love we all love so much! it’s like we’ve created this aesome little community here :) i love this universe sooo much so be sure there will be drabbles connected to this series

BEAR COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A DAY! LET’S START AMPING IT UP

also if anyone was wondering how i’d imagine high school!carmen it would honestly be this one edit i saw of lip ages ago lmaoo

The dull rain of the shower resounded through your bathroom, the rest of your things had been delivered in the early Friday morning, and you rushed to enjoy the high water pressure Mae had boasted about before you moved in.

The steam has begun to fog up your mirror, and you wipe a hand across it, your reflection distorted between the streaks of your fingertips. Today was the day. You would finally see Carmen again and your body was racked with fear like it was the day you left him.

After you had come back from the Farmers Market, you had received a text from Sugar, and you spent the afternoon unloading everything to her about work, your move back and most importantly Carmen. 

You and Sugar had grown close after you and Carmen had become friends, in fact, you had grown close to the entire family before you left for New York. And all it took was a phone call for you and Sugar to fall back into that familiarity once again, all you hoped was that it would be the same for you and Carmen.

Once Mae had finished up with work, the both of you, as promised shared a bottle of a wine and a blunt where she had squealed at your news of the dinner, and, despite your protests on the phone brought a rosy hued summer dress that she had begged you to keep. 

It was left on a hanger on the door hook, and you stare at the gorgeous wave of the hem, and dip of the neckline that you had got you looking at Mae in doubt. She had screamed when you had tried it now, boasting about her amazing fashion sense and how utterly ruined Carmen would be.

You steered clear from feeding into her delusions, Carmen could be married for god's sake, whilst you were thinking if he would like the colour of your dress. He was not though, you had practically burned the entire timeline of his socials into your retina and there had not been a single indication of Carmen having a partner. But he had always been sort of secretive, and you couldn't hold onto the hope that Carmen hadn’t taken a liken to any one of the hundred girls that threw themselves at him.

I mean, it wasn't like he was waiting for you, right?

The heat of the shower spread through your body and you sighed in relief as the water loosened the soreness of your muscles that had begun to ache. You had a couple hours until the time Sugar and Richie had told you to come in, and you spent it leisurely, washing your hair carefully, and scrubbing your skin clean with the multitude of products you had accumulated the second you had more money to spend on just food, rent and utilities. 

You forget to put a bath mat near the shower, and the cool stone is stained with your wet footsteps. You make quick work of drying yourself off before reaching for the same old bottle of shea butter you hadn't stopped using since high school. It was on its last leg, the worn label tearing apart, and soon enough you would have to cut it open to get to the last droplets. Old habits die hard and you had been a broke college student for a long fucking time.

After you've finished with your makeup and curling your hair so that it lay in soft blown out curls, you carefully and not so gracefully step into the dress. You don't own a lot of nice pieces like this, and you were forever grateful to Mae for coming in the way she did even despite your protests. 

Because as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realise you look pretty fucking hot. You put on the last of your jewellery, spritz yourself with some perfume, before sliding your feet into flats that wouldn't destroy your feet. You reach for your phone, the time flashing 6:30 and later than you had anticipated.

Stress fills you at the thought of coming late, especially since you really only knew three people there, but you force yourself to calm down with a breath, realising the beef was only a 5 minute drive from your place anyway.

The drive to the Beef was one that was filled with anxiety and glee, you couldn't help keeping the smile off your face as you passed through the familiar roads leading up to the family restaurant. Despite the familiarity of the streets, your mind always finds its way back to the most familiar place of all, Carmen. You wonder what he might look like all grown into himself, you've followed his many strides in the culinary world, even if you didn't understand a bit of the kitchen itself, but you were unbelievably proud of every award he had and numerous received. But that had been all online, to see Carmen in person was a whole different thing entirely.

It was an experience, to see the way he’d body moved, from the light touches of his fingers helping you play guitar to the way he glided through the kitchen concentrating on cooking you up new recipes he’d made.

He’d take criticism from only you, even if Mickey's loud booming voice intercepted your comments from across the kitchen island. You had to sniffle back tears at the memory of it, Mickey and Carmen were so incredibly close, you feel like a fraud having not been there for him when he died, how could you even call yourself his friend? 

The truth was, you and Carmen had a horrible way of dealing with grief, you were battling with your own loss at the time, getting news of Micheal’s death only months after your own Father had died from a drunk driver. You had come back to Chicago for the funeral before running back to New York and stuffing yourself with your work. The pain had been too great then and the regret of leaving your brother and mother to clean up the mess had eaten you alive for years. 

You and Carmen had a habit of stuffing your emotions into tight spaces. Your father, Mickey, the both of your absence in each other's lives, it was a grief you wore well.

In the knots in your shoulder, in the bags underneath your eyes, in the aching hearth of your heart, in the emptiness of your suppressed stomach. As well as you could anyway.

But the world keeps turning, and the view of the renovated Beef catches your eye as you shakily turn into the car park adjacent. You can’t run now, there isn’t a back door you can slip through and a plane you can catch to escape the reality of your past. 

This was it, had this been what you had waited for? 

You can feel your heart in your throat as you walk through the car park, the soft lantern lights hanging across the top of the restaurant in ribbons. The place had changed from the last time you'd seen it, the rotting wood replaced with pristine painted planks and the cloudy windows now crystal clear. It even had a name change, replaced instead with the unmistakable nickname of Carmen,

Bear

Sugar had texted you to meet at the front, and as you bite your lip in anticipation, you see a blonde haired woman shout back a swear before walking towards the front of the Beef, her eyes catching you through the front windows, shooting up in surprise and glee, before rushing through the doors.

“Holy fucking shit! You were always hot Bug but goddamn, you outdid yourself! How are you my love?” Sugar replies, reaching to gather you in her arms. 

You press your face into the familiar scent of her, and you sigh in relief as your fears begin to dissolve, you weren't utterly alone here.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Carm is going to fucking implode when he see’s you” Sugar whispers with a grin, in which u shake yout head with a chuckle.

“Uh I don’t know about that, we haven’t really talked in, well, since High school” You reply honestly, you may have lied to Richie, but you couldn't escape Sugar’s bull-shit- detector gaze.

“You both were always so scared to make the first move, Mikey had to hold me back a couple times from just locking you both in a room and forcing you both to confess” Sugar replies with a grin

“Confess? What do you mean” You reply, and Sugar shakes her head with a chuckle,

“Don’t bullshit me Bug, it’s as clear as day. You both were inseparable then, and you will be inseparable now, everyone has their own timeline.”

You nod with a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you thought back to the call you had received asking you to join the design group in charge of revamping Madison Avenue. So much had changed since then, and it was about time that you faced what you couldn't 8 years ago.

“You changed him, ya know?” Sugar says, all of a sudden into the comfortable silence between you.

“Hm?” You reply

“I don’t know. Carm, he’s just, he’s distant, always has been. And then somehow, you became friends and there was this just change in him. He started to smile and laugh more, started opening up to us, because of you. Whether or not you realise it, you marked him in a way that was permanent you know? And when you left- well, it all went to shit, he was fucking destroyed and the only person that could help him was Mikey, and you, you get the rest of it” Sugar sighs, shaking her head as you stare at her.

“Sometimes, I’d bring you up, or-or we’d be talking about a new building, architecture or whatever, anything that related to you, and you'd just see him shutdown. He needs you hun, he doesn’t realise it but its like he’s fucking decaying without you.”

Anyone else and you would have shaken your head, but it was Sugar, and all the years you've known her she hadn't once sugar coated anything. 

“It was always going to be Carm, Sugar. A million times over and it would always be him” You reply, a tight smile on your face as you try and blink back tears, and she nods with a frown. 

“No crying, god I told myself I wouldn't cry” Sugar says, shaking her body as you laugh, sliding a hand in hers before walking into the Bear.

You aren't given enough time to investigate the changes to the restaurant, eyes glancing at pictures frames and stainless kitchen benches before stepping into a decorated back dining space, fixed with a long table covered with steaming plates of food and entrees. 

The sound of your footsteps has the entire room coming to a halt, and you scan the many people seated at the long table, their eyes watching you with a look of surprise before recognition floods across them. 

You can't recognise a single face, all unfamiliar to you but you get the strange feeling they know who you are, as they await for you to speak.

“Uh, Hello, um, you all probably have no idea who I am and this is kind of weird so-” You ramble nervously, trying and failing to introduce yourself to the many people watching your every move.

“Oh carino, you are gorgeous! You must be Carmen’s friend?” A short hispanic woman grins, making her way over to pull you into a hug, and the move causes the entire table of people to come over and introduce themselves. 

You can’t stop keeping the smile off your face, as you learn about each of the amazing people around you who have kept your sweet boy company. They were incredible, and you don’t doubt they shared a bond you only ever built working together, piecing together where Carmen had spent his time, and recognising the glimpses of faces you had seen on the walls you had walked by.

You converse easily with Sydney, a young aspiring chef who had kept Carmen on his toes, but your mind isn’t exactly present. Your eyes are glancing every second at the door, waiting for the man you've been dreaming of since you were 18 to walk through those doors.

You hear a tumble coming from the back door leading to the alleyway behind the Bear, before the familiar voice of Richie yells out incoherent curse words. You aren't able to prepare yourself for the footsteps coming up the steps and into the entrance of the dining room before Carmen cerulean blues catch you immediately. 

His eyes take their time with you, indulging in the peek of skin from the slit in the dress, before they trail up to your hips, snaking around your waist and blinking back at the dip of your cleavage. Carmen is undone, entranced by the way you hug and fill out the dress so perfectly, it does something to him he feels guilty about. Like the moments he would thrust up into the column of his fists after that one party where you leaned against him, or when he remembered the taste of your body wash.

Carmen is scared to move his eyes up to your face, fearing that he will be irrevocably gone if he does, but he does it anyway, because he's wasted enough time without you, and he can’t bear the seconds past him by without seeing the face he's dreamt of since forever

Carmen has to reach for the table near him, gripping the wood in his fists as he steadies himself when he sees you for the first time. He has to bite back his immediate response to let out a swear, his eyes trailing along every curve and line of your features he has begun to forget. The rush of memories, and feelings of you unleash within him like an unyielding current, breaking down every wall and shield he’s put up to stop it. It was fruitless, Carmen knew one day it would all come crashing down, because it was always going to be you, a thousand times over.

You let out a shaky breath as you catch his eyes fluttering over every single feature, you should feel self conscious but you don’t, you bare your entire self to him. You furrow your brow as you take in the honey caramel wisps of his hair pushed behind his ears. Your eyes catch the numerous inked sketches running along his arms and hands, you yearn to run your fingers along them, feel his veins jut out, they trail up his arm, like a stream and you have to swallow back the desire that had begun to unfurl at the vision in front of you.

He was utterly beautiful, his clean shirt contorted and stretched from the sheer size of him, the muscle and girth of his biceps and shoulders were so different to the lanky teenager you fell in love with. You feel a sadness at the thought of not seeing him since then, it had truly been too long. 

He still wore his chef apron, though it lay untied and around his neck like he had quickly run into the kitchen to fix something.

You don’t know how you’re able to form the words, but you can hear yourself calling his name like a plead

“Hey Bear” You whisper, the tears at your waterline one whisper away from falling

And it’s the simple sound of your voice that has Carmen crashing and falling, swallowing back tightly.

“Hey” 

You can make out Sugar calling everyone out to the front of the house, mumbling about flying pigs or whatever conjured up lie to leave you both alone. But it’s practically white noise around you, as your eyes remain forever on Carmen, like they always wore.

There's a silence that stretches between you two, and you feel the distance between you both from your fingertips.

“Thought I told you I’d punch your stomach if you cried” You say with a smile, tears falling down your cheeks and Carmen crumbles at your words, it's like his been hit by a freight truck, when you reminder of that day, but he still lets out chuckle, looking up at you with a grin.

“So I hear you're redesigning our very own Madison Avenue?” Carmen says, and it's like he’s been practising and rehearing the sentence over and over in his mind, it sounds more like a script than something he truly wants to say.

And you see through his bullshit, turning your head to the side as you look at him like he's translucent, and Carmen gives up before he is even able to start, what’s the point of faking it now when you could both see through each other.

“God, you're beautiful” Carmen says after a beat, the blues of his iris crashing and falling into a deeper depth as he looks at you. You blush, you never blush, you only ever blush for Bear.

“Carmen..” You whisper, the tears continuing to fall and roll down your neck

“Why didn't I tell you? God why didn't I?” Carmen says in a tight voice, like he's holding himself back, like he's holding himself from breaking, and you want to reach out and hold him instead.

You feel your heart drop, as you look up at him in anticipation, no no no??. You didn’t run half way across the state, you didn't spend years searching for Carmen in relationships and first dates, no- how? All this time. All this fucking time you could have spent with him, whether long distance, in New York, whatever, you would’ve made it work, hell you would have travelled endlessly for him.

“Why didn't you?” You breathe out. letting every tear and cry loose. And Carmen lets out a breath, your eyes communicating what your mouth could not for 10 years, letting your body shake with grief at the truth of it all.

Carmen feels his entire world breaking, he can feel the ground beneath him shake, he is consumed with you, you you you, and always and forever you.

“All this time..” Carm replies, shaking his head, laughing a little to himself as he stares at you in grief and love

“Yeah” You chuckle, before tears spill down your cheeks, and Carmen kind of breaks too, all the worries and missed time and love you would have shared out in the open between you. You both had been so foolish, so wrapped up in the fear of rejection/ruining your friendship you had ruined it all instead.

“I love you, I have loved you the moment I walked you home. I have loved you desperately, I loved you from afar, I have loved even when you didn’t know it”

“God Carmy, my sweet golden boy, I always knew it” You sniffle, and Carmen scrunches his eyebrows, grinding his teeth against his jaw as he shakes his head, undoing his apron so that he doesn’t get your gorgeous dress dirty, pulling you close to him. You reach for his hand, its size massive in yours, as you bring it to your chest

“You feel that? My heart beats for you Carmen, only you, forever you” You whisper, as you hold onto his hand tight

“I was just- I was so scared, so scared that I would ruin everything, our friendship, it was the one thing going for me and I couldn’t ask you, I couldn’t ask you to love me?” Carmen says, shaking his head like even saying the words felt stupid

“Carmen you are worth loving, I loved you then and I love you now. Sugar was telling me about how I changed you and you know what I was thinking the entire time? How everytime I think back to those years before my heart just aches. It aches because I have always been searching for you, Carm, my body yearns and reaches for you every day, you were the one thing that made me feel like I could make it out of here. That if I tried hard enough, if I had you believing in me too, I could really do it.

“And you know what Carmen? I did do it, I’m back in Chicago designing something that I believe in and I still feel so out of place. I feel scattered, like half of my body and mind is missing, and I’ve always known, even when I didn’t, that you kept that part of me. You held it safe, and I want it back, I want you back Carmen. I want my boy back.” 

“It was always going to be you Carm, that’s the truth, I love I love I love love love you” You breathe out, your heart hammering against your chest as you let all the chips fall where they may, you each Carmens face, trying to decipher the look on his face.

You want to know what he's thinking, have you scared him? Does he not love you anymore? And it's like Carmen can tell the thoughts are consuming you because you can't think of them anymore, in fact you can't think at all except the feel of Carmen lips pushed up against your own.

They’re pillowy and soft, and it takes you a second before you kiss him back with such reverence that you swallow back each other’s groans. You don’t come up for air, you won't, you can't let him slip through your fingers again, Carmen can’t let himself lose you now, with the taste of you on his tongue, so sweet like he imagined you to be.

Carmen fears he might combust, that he might dissolve into a puddle right in front of you because you taste so good, he slides a hand up your neck pressing you closer to his chest as you grip his shirt in tight fists.

Carmen can feel himself smiling into your lips, and it causes you to let out a chuckle, allowing Carmen to press his canines into your lip, just a little, a nibble that has you moaning out loudly in a way that shocks you both.

You press your body impossibly closer to Carmen’s, until you can feel him nudge against the curve of your stomach, grinding down against him until he grip’s your waist tight, pushing you deeper until you both have to let go with a breath.

“You don’t know how long I have waited to do that” Carmen says, his eyes still shut, like he was savouring the taste of you that was on his tongue, on his lips, his skin, everywhere. Carmen wanted you everywhere.

“And how long I have waited to do this” You trail your nails across his chest, his eyes watching the mischievous grin on your face grow as you trail your fingers down his chest, resting on his belt before the sound of a yelp and a clap breaks out, causing you to retract your hand and causing Carmen to let out a whine.

The rest of the crew and Sugar come tumbling into the room, hootting with cheers and laughter like they had been pressing an ear to the door the entire time, which they probably had. Sugar makes her way over, hugging you both, and pressing a kiss to your cheek before punching Carmen lightly.

“You didn’t think I knew? God what kind of sister do you take me for??” 

It’s all a blur of laughter and smiles and light shooting colours, Carmen keeps his eyes on you the entire time, and you don’t leave his side, holding onto him like he might fly away. And in all the commotion, in all the light and laughter and love Carmen sees Mikey. Sees him in flashes, the nape of his neck, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a smile and he swears, Carmen swears he sees him nod towards him.

You let it rip, bear, you did it, you did it. 

And Carmen did, and he looks down at you in his arms surrounded by people he loved and his heart for the first time feels full. Carmen had written himself off to a life of fulfilment through his work, and whilst that was purposeful and important to him, he always felt like a piece of his life was missing, a piece of his heart, it was taken by you just as he had taken yours. 

And now he can’t mask himself from his feelings, he can't watch you from afar anymore, he wants you beneath him, wants to bottle your laugh and drink in to cure him. He's broken and he doesn’t deserve you but god with the way you look up at him? It makes him question everything, makes him think he's enough, that there might be a chance he's more than the vile words he calls himself.

He want to get better for you, for the both of you, and its overwhelming, all these feelings he feels all of a sudden, it's like a switch has turned on and he can’t stop it, it washes over him, those memories from before, and you grip his arm with a squeeze, looking up as him before walking him out, guiding him with a hand until he follows you out into the alleyway.

“Sorry, it just was a whole lot at once, I haven’t even properly asked about you and now the entire kitchen knows you and” Carmen rushes out, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously

“You forget how well I know you bear?” Is all you say, and you can see the way he relaxes into himself, looking up at you with a nod. And it’s true, you know him completely and utterly, and it’s almost a relief, it almost makes Carmen cry because for the first time he doesn't feel like he needs to explain himself. Carmen feels like he has someone who knows him deep down, knows all his flaws, and problems and issues, and still wants him. 

The thought is so foreign and strange but he stomach bubbles with the elated glee of the start of something, something you both know, deep down, was meant to happen whether it was now or in 30 years. You would always, always find each other, how could you not? When it felt like half of you had disappeared without them?

Carmen can’t help but a press another kiss to your lips, snaking his arm so that it rested on your hip, squeezing a little before you break from him

“The food in there looks lovely, but considering what has just occurred, do you want to go somewhere more..” You start

“Intimate? Fucking yes. I don’t need Richie watching me and Sugar breathing down my neck. There is so much..” Carmen replies, eyes having a bit of a faraway look as he thinks back to all the times he had wished he could confide in you but couldn't.

“Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?” You grin, holding out a hand that Carmen eagerly grasps, before practically running into whichever car is closest. 

You and Carmen end up in a dimly lit jazz bar that sells signature shirley temples and tampalas that make your heart sing. You spend the entire night talking about everything, you both spill the entire contents of your guts to each other and you couldn't be happier, wiping each other's tears when the love got too much and your chest filled with gratitude at finding each other again.

You tell him you're only here for 6 months, and you leave the bar calling Mae to extend your lease. It doesn't take long for you both to slide into the familairy of your friendship again, spending every waking moment with each other, fulfilling every desire, checking off every firsts, exploring Chicago again with the one man who's been waiting for you for eternity. 

It would have been cute if you werent fucking like rabbits as well, you were addicted to each other, chasing orgasm after orgasm like it was a high. You should have been thrown in jail with the amount of times you had nearly been caught, and Carmen’s office was practically a health code violation.

But the truth was, Carmen finally had something to come home to in the late evenings and you had something to say goodbye to in the early mornings.

*

The early morning sun drags along the horizon, it cuts through the shapes and cuts of the intricate frost that had begun to develop over the window, showering the room in its dull yellow through the linen curtains of your shared bedroom.

It had snowed during the night, and the city council had closed the roads, advising as many people to stay indoors if possible, causing you and Carmen to finally have an excuse to stay indoors and pressed against each other the entire day.

The only sounds you can hear in the early cold July morning are the shutters of shop doors opening and the simmering wave of traffic that would soon begin to spill into the city streets below.

That and the strangled sound of Carmens moans as you slide your hand across the slick length of him, heavy in your palm.

He watches you carefully, eyelids heavy as you blow on the tip of him, causing him to wince in desire. Your motions are slobby and wet, and Carmen is still half asleep from your sleeping position not moments before.

“Please…”

You bite back a giggle, looking up at him from your knelt position between his legs. You’ve pulled him to the edge of the bed, and he grips the white sheets in his fists as he tries to restrain himself from coming undone by the way you smile up at him.

“You want me to suck you off him? You wanna feel good baby, you gotta tell me you wanna feel good cause I can't hold back any longer

“Fuck..please make me feel good, you know how to do it, please h-honey” Carmen replies before knocking his head back with a groan when you take the tip of him in your mouth.

You and Carmen weren't exactly experienced at first, you both had never truly held a relationship long enough to progress to that stage, but it had only taken a month before you knew how to have him stuttering thrusting up into you with need and it had taken him 3 weeks to know how to make you cum 9 times a day. What could you say? You had waited long enough.

You don’t waste time as you circle your tongue around the red tip, licking the precum clean from the slit, groaning around him at the sound of his throat letting out strangled moans. You want to take him in entirely, but he was so thick and long you couldn't possibly without getting used to him again.

Carmen loved giving, he could spend hours with your thighs around his shoulders, but there was something special with getting your broody chef to come undone, to be reduced to a puddle at every lick and kiss from you.

You push him deeper, circling your tongue so that it drags flat against his length as you pump the rest of him that you couldn’t yet reach.

“Holy-sh-fuck babygirl, easy, easy” Carmen groans out, and as you flicker your eyes up at him, the vision causes you to sneak a hand down between your thighs. 

Carmen looks down at you with furrowed brows, struggling to sit, grinding and jutting up into your mouth as his blonde hair lays across his forehead sweaty. His cheeks are a rosy crimson, and his tongue pokes out from the corner of his mouth biting down when you catch his blown out almost-black eyes.

You ignore his protests, pushing him further down until you feel him in your throat, constricting the space until it has him groaning out in pleasure. Carmen can’t help thrusting up into your throat, quickly apologising before you shake your head, reaching for his hand to grip your hair, begging him to use you however he wan’t. It’s too much for Carm, he feels like your puffed out cheeks, the tears eager to drip down your cheeks, the rut of your hips trying to find any friction causes the very tight bind to nearly snap in him.

“Fuck, don’t- not gonna last long” Carmen heaves out, gripping your hair until the veins in his arms and neck begin to juttt out.

You continue bopping your head down onto him, gathering the spit and cum and hollowing out your cheeks before taking him out and then in again. Carmen can’t take his eyes off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you entranced.

“You don’t want to cum huh? Am I not making you feel good? Fuck my throat Carm, show me how you want it and i’ll show you how I do” You groan out, looking up at him from under your lashes and it causes Carmen to groan out, before gripping your jaw in his hand, and dragging your tongue back down his length.

Carmen is careful with how he fucks into you, but it’s reverent and heady and full of need, and he finds himself gripping your hair, watching you bop down on his cock until it bumps against your throat, and he feels that tight warmth that surround his sensitive tip.

He’s a mess, a jumble of incoherent swears and half moans of your name as the slick heaviness against your tongue shealths up and down, the mess of cum and saliva dripping from between your lips. 

“S-so fucking, so good, all mine babygirl, you’re all fucking mine” Carmen replies with a growl, as hes thrusts into you grow sloppy, and you press your nails into his thigh, breathing through your nose as Carmen loses himself in the warmth and feel of you, chasing his release without a break.

The tight band deep in him snaps when you constrict around him, and catch his heavy gaze, he screams out your name, jutting up into your throat, slick shooting down as he holds you head against him, and you milk him dry eagerly, taking every last drop he gives you.

You swirl your tongue around him, gently taking him out of your mouth as he winces at the over stimulation, you look up at him, opening your mouth and poking your tongue out, and you don’t miss the low fuck he whispers at the image of you swallowing every last bit of his mess.

You aren’t able to get up yourself before Carmen is dragging you up to him, wiping and kissing away every tear before swallowing you with a heated kiss. Carmen can taste himself on your tongue, manoeuvring your bodies so that he lay against the headboard, with you grinding up against his lap.

“Need to feel you fill me up Carm, I need it so bad” You groan out between your heated kiss, and Carmen grips you against him, his cock hardening again at your words, he always wanted to please you, it was his dying quest, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like it was nothing.

You line yourself up with him, before sinking onto his length, the both of you breaking apart from your heated kiss to suck in a breath, Carmen leans into the croon of your neck, biting the skin there lightly as the feel of you tight around him gets too much.

You have to grip him, pressing half moons into the contorting muscle of his shoulders and back as you get used to him, before sinking further down with a groan. You felt impossibly tight, walls velvet and soft like caramel as they glided up against him with its slickness.

“You sure you can take it all? Hm darling?” Carmen whispers as he leans over in your ear, so that you slide further down his length, and it glides across a sensitive spot in this new position that causes you to rock your head back with a groan.

“Oh no baby, no no no, eyes on me hm?” Carmen reprimands you, sliding a hand so that he can see the dazed look in your eyes.

“We have the entire day, locked in this house from the snow, and I’m going to fuck you stupid doll” Carmen replies with a grin, before easing out of you and thrusting back into you hard, causing stars to appear in your vision, the white hot pleasure of the beginnings of your orgasm gripping you.

[hastyprovocateur]

Girlfriend Abby Headcanons

Cw- mature content, mild sexual themes, fluff, SPOILERS FOR TLOU2!

● Abigail Anderson grew up as a guarded girl, her life and psyche got stunted in a way when she lost her father. She'd train day and night, leaving little room for recreation, pleasure and healing. It only worsened when revenge dragged her into further loss of her comrades and close friends.

● However, ever since she's found you and Lev, she's seen your smiles and found herself mirroring the happiness. You love her for being in your life and she's slowly accepting that love, directing more of it into herself. Feeling needed and cherished has allowed her another chance at life.

● She's grown fond of long hikes with you. Abby is no rogue but lately, she's gotten obsessed with grabbing your hand and disappearing for hours on end, only wanting you by her side. Whether rambling or silent, she will look at you every now and then, give an easy laugh. She'll show you sunsets and sunrises alike, staring at that lovely smile grow more radiant on your face. She would definitely officially ask you to be her life partner on one such early morning just as the sun rises.

"Babe, can you answer a biit faster... the cliff is making me nervous"

● The switch to living together would be quick. Abby's learnt the importance of time spent with her loved ones and will let you know that she won't be wasting much of it with you around. She secured a previously abandoned house with a secure electricity and water supply, steadily amping up the living spaces to make it more suitable for you and Lev. It was healing for her to do things more so out of love, even hanging up stupid signs and placing trinkets on tables. Her every thought involves spending time with you and Lev. It came to fruition when you all moved in.

"Is that a handmade home-is-where-the-heart-is sign, Abby?"

● She will build a basement gym and insist you join her everyday. No, she vehemently denies just looking for reasons to see you exercise in body hugging clothes. But you suspect otherwise as she spots you during bench press, insists on holding your thighs while you do sit ups, resting a hand on your back for one-arm rows and wanting to do twin pull ups. Her facade later falls off before you go shower when she comes for your sweaty, warm body fair and square.

"The only sets I did were tearing my eyes away from you"

● She maintains her military-like discipline. A tad to your chagrin but you adore her for it nonetheless. Plus, getting ordered around by Abby was one of your shrouded kinks. She monitored your food and water intake and acted as your stand-in alarm system since her body was organically wired to waking up at set times. If you didn't wake up with her, she'd carry you out of bed herself, change your clothes amid protests and make sure you don't get tardy for the day.

"Is this a house or THE FUCKING BARRACKS" you yell at her

● Quite literally rendered you useless at home since she insists on cooking, cleaning, driving and getting things in order. Will sneak into the shower to bathe you thoroughly, getting frisky per usual but will specifically request that you shampoo her hair with pine scented shampoo and braid them once they dry. She'd ask for massages, especially in her calves and shoulders after a long day. Abby would pull you into random cuddles throughout the day, asking you to stroke her head while you kiss and praise her.

"Tell me I'm a good mama bear"

"You're a good mama bear, Abby"

● Her car music CDs are stacked with her favourites: Deftones, Genitorturers, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails and Velvet Acid Christ. She will make you her royal passenger princess. She will mentally note all the details you love and stack them in the glovebox, like the fruity car freshener, your fidget toys, lip balm, sunglasses, body mist, cup holder for your coffee and... well... a discreetly hidden vibrator and lube for date night.

"The car smells like 10 different things and I'm scared"

● Aside from no drinking or smoking, she will establish a swear jar system, especially with Lev around. She knows you can be foulmouthed and swears often herself but resolved to put an end to cursing in the Anderson household when she saw Lev catching on all too quickly. The 13 year old asking why you called Abby "big daddy" was the straw that broke the camel's back

● With help from her handy polaroid camera, Abby took to capturing every little moment. She'd let them develop and add them to an album, replete with particulars from the day. She didn't care if it was a big or small event, Abby would grow tender over a wholesome dinner with good food and tell both you and Lev to pose for her. Neither of you minded, you knew it was important for her.

"But Abby is not your father..."

"Oh no, honey..." you try to explain

"Say cheese"

"Nacho"

● She'd brought the camera to the bedroom as well, eyes heady with love mid-sex as she'd capture your face flushed with swollen lips, eyes damp and doe-like. Her large hand would cover your nipples as she captured you in the heat of the moment. A family photo with Lev took centrestage in the clear section of her wallet but more discreetly, your intimate photo hid in a slot just behind it. There were more in a tin box in her nightstand and you gave it a cursory glance everyday, smiling but never going through it.

● She'd become an even more voracious reader than before. Her choice stuck to action thrillers, picking Lee Child, David Baldacci and Tom Clancy. Nights consisted of her sitting up near the nightlamp on her side of the bed, you lying snug in the crook of her arm while her eyes ran over the lines, flipping pages. You tried to keep up but it just went by so quick, you made sure to ask for chapter updates in the morning and Abby would gladly fill you in.

● Ditto with films. She's a sucker for action, thriller movies like Predator, Matrix, Indiana Jones and Kill Bill. She also liked martial arts movies like Ip Man, Street Fighter, Enter the Dragon and Fist of Legend. She'd hoot at the fighting moves and dramatic villain reveals. You'd often lose track with all the rapid fight sequences and she'd patiently pause the DVD and explain the scene to you.

● She'd grown to love woodworking projects, especially since Lev could join her, with you weaving in and out of the duration of it with snacks and drinks. She liked the physical workout as well. You accidentally let slip in bed one night how you'd love to have a treehouse on the oak tree near your house and Abby swore to build it for you. She spent a whole summer at it, aided by you and Lev since being up on the tree made her jittery but not discouraged enough to stop. Lev, on the other hand, took to performing circus tricks on the branches to petrify the both of you.

"Do you think it would break if we have sex up there"

"I'd rather die than have sex in the treehouse"

● Abby carried sachets of puppy chow in her jeans to feed any doggo she might see on the streets, naturally, they'd happily trail her back to the house. You'd look at her sternly in the doorway, eyeing the puppy in her arms, licking and yipping, waiting for your approval. You wouldn't know if it's Abby's sad little pout or the adorable baby but you'd let them in anyway.

"I swear this is the last time, Abigail"

● Though you could competently defend yourself, were safer than before and stably settled. Abby wouldn't risk it for anything. She'd insist that both you and Lev stay trained so you could take on anything as a family if it were to come your way. Abby, being a deadshot with a crossbow, will keenly note your marksmanship. Your personal training sessions will be rigorous and serious once you get past how sexy it feels with her hands positioning your body, holding your forearm and guiding your aim to the target.

"If you hit it, I'll let you top tonight"

[sinsandsweetness]

Listen I so love love and adore Daryl as a voyeur or reader spying on Daryl… but what if you used that to your advantage… watched Daryl or Rick jerk off to you - or your panties or you’re in the shower and see their reflection in the mirror so you know they’re there watching you and jerking off to you but they don’t know you know… so use that to your advantage and put on a show for them and later maybe tease them and say things to bother them. “Oh, red is my favorite color, like that cum rag of Daryl’s” you laugh as if it’s a joke…. And he has used it as a cum rag not ten minutes earlier or something. Lol. Anyway. Just a thought or two…. It’s nice knowing something the boys don’t ;)

(Reader with a voyeur kink🤭🤭) They think they’re being all sneaky but you can always hear them outside the door or whatever. You go ahead and decide to leave the bathroom door open so they can watch you undress. Steam starting to billow into the cool air of the master suite bath. Slowly peeling your garments off and tossing them to the side before you move under the hot stream. Clear glass doors to the shower allowing the perfect view of you lathering up in your favourite vanilla scented body wash. Skin all soapy and glistening and downright gorgeous in the dim lit room. And they’re trying their fucking hardest not to touch themselves, but you just know exactly how to tempt them so perfectly. Taking your baby pink loofah right in between your thighs. Starting off soft and slow, shy even. Pretending you have no idea what you’re doing to them; touching yourself in the shower. Moaning their names as you rub against your clit. And when you start to feel an orgasm building deep in your core, that’s when you amp up the moans and pray to god that one of them is weak enough to barge in and take over. And one would. Rick probably. He’d be so fucking eager to bend you right over the vanity sink. Tugging on the tresses at the base of your skull, forcing you to look up into the mirror. To watch yourself getting fucked absolutely senseless, while Daryl stays lying on the king bed, stroking his cock to the sight of you two. Mere seconds away from cumming, and completely clueless of the fact that both of you can see.

[wroteclassicaly]

hi hello it's me :-) can we talk about steve's possessiveness mixing with maybe a liiiil bit of an exhibitionism kink where he's gotta have a hand on you at. all. times. ???? lower back, on your thigh, back of your neck with his thumb rubbing gently into your skin....... like i'm yours steve i promise ＿|￣|○

Oh, we absolutely can! Because I headcanon this 💯

Warnings: Language, touching, obvious exhibitionism kink, a lot of touching, soft Steve, vaginal fingering, bit of a love possessive Steve, & overall smutty goodness.

• Steve’s big hands and thick fingers are two of your favorite focal points, so you don’t protest when he always manages to have them on you, around you, inside of you… Doesn’t matter if it’s simply holding hands, patching wounds, tracing old scars, or the shapes, dents, and dips along one another’s bodies. Doesn’t matter that you know each other’s flesh more than your own, it’s a familiar and comforting road that you drive down everyday.

• And you? He always has to show you how much he cares, because touch is this man’s love language. Holding your hands, linking your fingers together during sex, being there to support you — hell, even giving you massages. Those often end up in you asleep, or being fucked towards a nice state of unconsciousness. Touch doesn’t always amount to a sexual state.

• If you’re in a public setting and even someone so much as smiles at you, Steve is getting that uncontrollable itch. He’s been the guy that used to stake his claim in high school, but with you? That urge to be cocky King Steve warning off different beasts from his girl — it’s stronger than ever.

• His favorite public places to take you in (many times you’ve often been caught off guard) are:

- Dressing rooms

- Library (he loves when you can’t be quiet. your pussy is always so messy, even with his hand over your mouth)

- Anywhere in the video store

- Photobooths (he’s gotten hella pictures of you when you come)

- Movie theaters (he remembers how you rode him into the seat after he fingered you and had you cumming on his tongue when Starcourt was still alive)

- Restrooms (before he graduated, he’d managed to have you in the girls and boys restroom) in any vicinity.

- Hawkins Public Pool (during adult only swim day, he cornered you in the deep end and let his fingers slip beneath your bathing suit bottom. took you underneath a beach towel, and in the locker room shower, steam room, and on the bench)

- Lovers Lake

- Amusement parks

- Nightclubs and bars (he’s cornered you into so many stalls, bent you over so many sinks. Even took you on the band’s amp backstage in the corridor) “Want you limping so they can see, honey. Think they heard what I was doing to you?”

• When the carnival is in town, Steve can’t stop his PDA. Hands in the back of your blue jean pocket, fingers skimming beneath your bangle bracelets. It works the same way on the beach. Watching all of these other people stare you down, he just wants to dig it in deeper — let them know that he’s got you, he can touch you, make you fall apart completely — not them, never them.

• At red lights he can’t help but to let his fingers skim over your thighs. When you wear skirts, especially on long drives — he goes mad.

• One of his favorite parts of you is your thighs. How he can always tap a rhythm into them, pinch and slap at the flesh, watch it rebound into his grasp. You’ll let him do whatever he wants, even that time in the alleyway after he argued with Tommy H and what he’d called you, you let Steve press you into the wall, fingers around your throat, his other hand in your underwear, fucking you on his thick digits. Didn’t matter that Tommy or Carol could see, that anyone could see.

• After the demons, the monsters, the underground dimensions, evil humans, and wars — Steve was extra good at recognizing the tension in your body and helping to release it. A hand on your back, knuckles along your spine, pinching and rolling the overworked muscles.

• In the car, out with friends — his thumbpad grazes your jugular, maps along your jawline, caresses the back of your neck and satiates your craving. He’s the only one who can.

• His hands find ways beneath your shirt — soft early mornings, especially during summer storms. To keep his hands warm if they’re cold. You warm him up, he always states. How can that be so wrong?

• He’ll pull his car into a parking lot, soft song echoing across his speakers, condensation floating around the crystal, fogging you both into a shrouded oblivion, rain rasping along the paint job, neon lights glittering around you. It’s panting breaths and wet noises, tires on asphalt. He’ll crack the window, because maybe those assholes who catcalled you will hear your crying and pleading for his fat cock? Summer rain, sex, and you… All that he’s ever gonna need…

[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here, chapter 2 (Eddie Munson x reader)

READ CHAPTER 1 HERE

SUMMARY: First sold out show jitters, lots of nerves, and a little flirting. A/N: I'm so glad you guys are liking this so far! I've got a lot planned for this lil fic. Hope you enjoy!

You were woken up by the sound of the bus air breaks letting out which meant one thing: You arrived at the destination. You could hear several individual faint snores and sighed in relief. Thankfully the guys had slept in by the sounds of it. You slid out of your bed, grabbing your toiletry bag, and headed to get ready for the day. Just as you were reaching for the bathroom door, you heard soft humming from the other side as the shower ran. You were too late. Someone had beat you to it.

You settled for making coffee and sitting down to wait until the bathroom was available. The first big show was tonight and you were excited to see what these guys could do. They sounded great on tape so you just knew they were going to sound great live.

However, when the door opened and its occupant stepped outside, you nearly choked on the hot liquid that was in your mouth. Eddie’s long hair clung to his shoulders, the towel tied around his waist left little to be imagined. Eddie Munson was hot and it was getting harder to deny. You had only known the guy for less than twenty-four hours but the attraction was there. Apparently. You could feel it in the way your legs involuntarily clenched together whenever he was around.

“Morning,” he flashed you a quick smile and a wink, “Bath’s all yours, doll.”

Doll? Did he just call you DOLL? Who the fuck did this smug bastard think he was?...and why did you like it so much?

You watched as he walked in through the bunk door and shut it gently behind him, leaving you standing there staring in awe.

The rest of the day went by fairly smoothly. You walked around the venue, making sure everything was set up and going smoothly. It was going to be a big crowd tonight. 500 tickets sold out nearly immediately. As you were standing inside, listening to the band perform a soundcheck, you could hear the people chanting Corroded Coffin’s name through the steel barriers. It was one of your favorite parts of your job, seeing the small smiles the band shared as they listened to their name being screamed. They were all still humble and didn’t realize the impact they were going to have on the music industry. You were so excited to watch them grow.

You sat in the lights booth with the tech, watching as they went through their first song. It was a cover of a Iron Maiden song. It wouldn’t be the song they started their set with, but it was challenging enough to get everyone warmed up. They were playing to an empty room and yet they still were so amped up.

Once the sound techs were happy and gave the thumbs up, the band dispersed to get ready for the night.

Thirty minutes before stage time, you were walking through the hallway on the dressing rooms, making sure everyone had what they needed. Jeff needed water, Gareth needed a cigarette, and Freak was too busy staring at himself in the mirror as he got himself ready.

Eddie’s room was the last to visit.

You walked to his door and knocked twice and the door was yanked open, seeing Eddie standing there halfway dressed. He sighed in relief when he seen it was you and gently pulled you into the dressing room before he shut the door behind you.

“You okay?”

“No,” he sighed as he held his hands up. You could visibly see them shaking.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” You frowned, watching as he paced the room, his belt buckle clanking as he walked.

“There’s a lot of people out there. That’s what’s wrong.” He said as he chewed on his nails, “This place seats what?...500 people?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s sold out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s so many fucking people.”

“I thought you said you weren’t nervous?” You sighed softly.

“Yeah, well, I lied I guess.” He snorted, “I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can.” You said sternly, “And you are. You’re going to be fine. Here.”

He watched as you pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and placed it between his lips, lighting the end for him, and stepping back. He took what must’ve been the longest puff you had ever seen as he leaned back against the wall. You watched as he blew the smoke out around him and quickly licked his lips before he looked over at you, “Are the guys okay?”

“They’re a little anxious as well,” you nodded, “But you guys sounded great at rehearsal. You’re going to sound even better tonight.”

“It’s not that,” he said softly, “Yeah, we sounded great. But we went from playing shows with like...five drunks tops at The Hideout to now nearly 500 people. This isn’t real.”

“It is real and this isn’t The Hideout anymore, bub.” You said as you tucked your clip board under you arm.

Just as you were about to continue on with your statement, the opening band started playing which drowned the noise out. He finished his cigarette and tossed the butt into the nearest trashcan. He jumped around for a few minutes, trying to calm himself down as he listened the opening act. You sat and watched silently as he tried to buckle his belt but because of his shaking hands, he feed the post through the small hole, and you hated seeing him struggle.

Without saying anything, you walked over to him and turned him around to face you as you gripped his belt, tightening it around his waist, and then fastening it before you gripped his chin and forced him to look at you.

“You’ve got this, Eddie.” you said loud enough for him to hear. In return, he gave you a small smile that said he wasn’t sure of anything and bordered on a ‘please help me’ grin.

And before long, it was time for them to go on stage. The crowd had flooded into the arena and were chanting even louder. You were standing with them on the side stage, watching as they peeked out of the curtain. The headliner had already performed and had already gotten the crowed amped up. You could feel the anxiety pouring off of them as they finished their bottles of water and glanced at each other.

“Four minutes,” you called out to them.

You watched as they huddled up, arms linked around reach others shoulders. You couldn’t hear what was being said over the crowd screaming as the lights cut out, developing everything in total darkness on stage.

“Hellfire!” They all shouted and broke the huddle. They all walked out onstage under the disguise of the dark and you noticed Eddie stayed still. You knew he was going to lead them off and they were all waiting on his first chords.

“Eddie?” You said loud enough to where he could hear you as you gripped his shoulder, “You got this. You’re going to go out there and melt their fucking faces off, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, jumping a bit on his heels, “Hell yeah.”

“Let’s go!” You said, taking a deep breath and shoving him out onto the stage. He would thank you for that later. No matter how nasty of a look he shot you as he glared back at you.

You stood on the side lines, hearing the first few notes of their hit single, Hellfire, slice through the quietened crowd. The lights flicked on as soon as Eddie started singing and the crowd went crazy, pressing as hard as they could up against the front barricades.

They sounded amazing and you could see how much they were enjoying themselves as they toyed around on stage. The crowd was wild, you could feel the electricity spewing off of them and bouncing onto the band. You stepped off stage and stood with the crew between the stage and the barrier, snapping a few photos of the band as they played.

Any time they stepped close to the stage, arms and hands were reaching for them. A few instances called for hands to be jerked off of their legs. Jeff lost a shoe at some point. The nervousness had erased from their faces, or maybe they were good actors, you hadn’t decided yet. They sounded amazing and looked even better. You were proud of them and you had only known them less than two days.

They were going to own the heavy metal music world and you were getting to see the first part of their takeover.

When they got off stage, they shared tight hugs with each other. They were handed wet towels to cool down and Eddie tossed it over his head. The smile on his face was unmatched. It spread from nearly ear to ear. Their guitars were taken from them and you ushered them backstage amidst the swarm of techs and road crew.

“How’d that feel?” You asked them once the door was shut. They were all still breathless and a sweaty mess, most of them shirtless by now.

“That…” Eddie grinned as he looked around at the guys, the towel still draped over his head, “Was fuckin’ amazing. We sounded great.”

“Fuck yes you did!” You grinned.

“Holy shit,” he panted, collapsing down into the chair closest to him.

“Got about an hour until we head out. Backstage passes are being let in now and the oom’s stacked of everything you’ll possibly need.” You arched your eyebrows, “Have fun. Don’t contract anything.”

“Well where are you going?” Eddie asked as if the fact that you were leaving didn’t sit right with him.

“Got some business side of things to tie up. And I don’t want to see any of you hooking up with any of these girls.” You wrinkled your nose, causing them all to laugh except for Eddie. He had a strange expression on his face as he looked over at you...like he was pleading silently for you to stay.

You opened the door and the squeals of the girls on the other side sliced through the air as they rushed into the room. You watched only for a second as the girls swarmed each member, shoving items to sign in their faces or trying to hug and touch them. You looked back once more to see Eddie looking at you once again before his attention was drawn down to a woman asking him to sign her chest as she peeled her shirt off.

You had never walked out of a room so quickly in your life.

When everyone was back on the bus, a few extra girls in tote much less to Eddie’s prior words, you managed to slip back into your bunk after changing out of your clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. The back lounge had been the designated hookup area for the night apparently. You were sure all the guys were back there enjoying themselves, as they should be able to, until you heard the unmistakable flicking of a lighter. You poked your head out and looked through the door from the front lounge, seeing Eddie flopping down onto the couch in the darkened room.

An occasional passing car headlight would illuminate his silhouette but the amber glow from the tip of his cigarette easily helped you locate him. You sat down beside of him, curling your knees up under you, as you looked over at him.

“You okay?” You asked softly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, voice a bit raspy from overuse earlier, “I’m okay. I just...guess I’m taking it all in. I just played my first sold out show.”

“Feels good, huh?” you smiled, bumping your shoulder with his.

“It does,” you could hear the smile in his voice, “It feels really fuckin’ good, Y/N.”

“Then why aren’t you back there celebrating the old fashioned way?” You laughed to yourself, “There was some hotties that came in.”

“Just not my style to sleep around,” he shrugged, “They all have serious relationships back home and I know it’s their business but...still a little shitty in my mind.”

“A lot of musicians separate home life from road life,” you nodded, “Do you have a relationship?”

“No,” he shook his head slightly, “Not anymore. Being on tour would’ve been an issue to her so we got into a big fight before I left.”

“That’s horrible,” you frowned, “I’m sorry.”

“What about you?” He asked softly.

“Nope. I’m afraid of commitment.” You said with a soft laugh, “Relationships scare me, I think. Putting all that trust into someone else...hoping you won’t get hurt in the end...and most of the time, it happens anyway.”

“They’d be a fool to hurt you, Y/N.” Eddie said softly, cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, “Thank you...for earlier. The whole dressing room thing. I don’t get nervous often but it got the best of me.”

“If looks could kill, I would’ve been dead when I pushed you out on stage.” You smirked.

“Oh, I could’ve thrown you off the stage at that point.” He said, making you laugh. He smiled as he looked over at you, “You would’ve learned to fly in that moment.”

You decided then that you liked him. He was handsome and sweet, kind and caring, and extremely humble. You could see the two of you having a good friendship. You wouldn’t let your dumb feelings get in the way of that. You let your guard down and rested your head on his shoulder in the dark room.

As you were reminding yourself that you don’t mix business with pleasure, you felt a foreign touch on your chin. Eddie’s fingers was tilting your head back just enough for him to place a kiss on your lips. You tried to stop him, tried to get your mind to move the rest of your body and push him back, but his kiss was warm and welcoming. The only thing your brain told your body to do was to open your mouth, feeling his tongue swipe against yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, earning a soft moan from him.

Goosebumps fleshed out on your chilly skin as his hand trailed down to your neck, his thumb trailing over your jaw as the kiss deepened.

Your hands came up to his face, nuzzling into him as you kissed him hungrily. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, something you didn’t know you liked the taste of until you tasted it on him. His fingers threaded through your hair, licking his lips once you broke for air.

“We can’t,” you said softly, “I’m not supposed to have any relationship with my clients.”

“No one has to know,” he shrugged.

“I’ve got eyes on me at every turn, Eddie.” You frowned.

“I understand,” he nodded. You could see the disappointment etched on his face even in the darkness, “Jobs are important...but you can’t tell me you didn’t feel that, too.”

You laughed softly and nodded. Of course you did. It felt like electricity pulsing through your veins the moment he touched your chin. And if you were any other sane person, you would’ve gotten up and went to bed.

However, a car light coming through the window illuminated his face and the way he was looking at you was enough to send that familiar longing through your body. You moved to straddle his lap, fingers linking through his hair as you kissed him again. He spread his legs as he sunk down in the couch, knocking you a bit further up his body until your chest was resting against his. His hands roamed over your back before dipping into the back of your shorts, his fingers skimming the band of your panties.

“Wished we had some place different to do this,” you mumbled.

You kissed down his neck, feeling him tilt his head to the side as he sighed softly.

“I don’t think they’re going to come out of that back room any time soon,” he mumbled, fingers coming up to pull your shirt from your body.

You sat back, tossing your shirt to the side, watching him as he turned over one of the lamps to give you just enough light to actually see on another.

“Hi,” he laughed softly.

“Hi,” you smirked, bending forward and pressing another kiss to his lips.

It was addictive. Once you started, you couldn’t stop yourself. His kiss was soft, plush lips feeling like a small piece of heaven against your own. His hands came up to the back if your head, cradling you to him as you experimentally grinded yourself against him, illiciting a soft moan that was muffled by your mouth.

Just as you were about to reach for his pants, the backdoor swung open and the two of you jumped. You rushed to pull your shirt back on as he stood up and blocked the entry to the room, wanting to cover you and give you a bit of modesty. It was dead silent as he leaned back against the door, keeping it still as it rattled with whoever was trying to come through it.

Embarrassment painted your face red and you felt the humiliated tears well up in your eyes. You didn’t think anyone saw you but...still. Once he seen you were dressed, he let the door go and let the throng of people into the front room, the scent of sweat and weed billowing them in behind them.

You glanced up to see Eddie staring at you as if he wanted to say something, but you dipped out of the now crowded room, walking back to the bunk where you shut the curtain and buried your red hot face into the pillow.

If only you had gotten your way once in life….

[macgyvermedical]

Off Grid Living

My Pleasure!

First, while there are several different definitions, when I say "off grid", I generally mean not hooked up to utilities. Not being hooked up to utilities usually also involves living somewhere smaller and simpler- like a tiny house, wall tent, yurt, or cabin.

There is a thriving community of people who have decided, for whatever reason, to not hook up to utilities. Some reasons someone might decide to live off grid include:

Environmental reasons- you can't use power, water, or gas (or at least you have to use a LOT less) if you don't have a steady supply coming through your walls.

Prepping reasons- the term is "collapse now and avoid the rush", essentially, if you see the world around you going to heck, going off grid teaches you a lot of skills you may need (and teaches them on your own time) if utilities do go out or become unreliable in the future.

Economic reasons- Since you don't have power, water, and gas coming through your walls, you can be very deliberate about how you use these things, which generally means using a LOT less. And you pay as you use a resource instead of having to pay every month, so can easily reduce your resource use or go without if you need to.

Simplicity reasons- a lot of utilities means a lot of upkeep, payments, maintenance, and brainpower. Living in a way where you don't need utilities greatly reduces stress (at least as I have experienced it).

Privacy reasons- many people who live off grid live in a relatively rural area or live in an itinerant way, and don't want to deal with people much.

Incidental- utilities don't go where they live.

For my wife and I, it was a combination of all of the above.

The rest of this post is about how we meet our needs while living off grid.

Housing:

For us housing is a wall tent on an insulated wooden platform I built myself. It was my first time building something by myself that wasn't a fence, and I didn't do a particularly great job. But it's holding us up.

The wall tent is a 14x16 White Duck brand canvas tent. It gives us about 224sqft of floor space in one room. This is a stock image of the tent:

Vehicles:

We chose our vehicles to meet our lifestyle. We own a Prius (which is essentially a generator on wheels) and an F-250 (which is an all-purpose engine). Being a hybrid, the Prius can charge our home batteries without having to start the engine, and will re-charge it's own battery as it's idling, braking, or going down hills. The F-250 is a diesel and will be our general farm vehicle, tractor, as well as being able to haul large loads of firewood and manure.

Power:

We like electric light, and we like to charge our phones and computers. Other than that, though, we've realized it's not that hard to go without higher-power-consuming devices like water heaters, refrigerators, or stoves.

We have a Ryobi inverter, which makes it possible to run a few strands of twinkle lights and charge devices off of a drill battery. We have 4, 6-amp-hour batteries, which is about enough power to run our lights for about 8hours while charging our phones a few times over. These 4 batteries usually last us about 2-3 days. We then either charge them at a friend's house or off the Prius battery.

Heat and Cooking:

We live in Ohio, and it's winter, so we have a wood stove in our tent. It's a Nectre Bun Baker and if I had to do it over again, I'd get something with a bigger fire box.

But anyway, it's compact and has an oven and cooking surface, so the fire takes care of our heating and cooking needs. It takes about an hour to go from the inside of the tent being the same temperature as outside to warm enough to shower in front of.

It does tend to be chillier in here than the average house. Right now it's in the 40's outside and I don't even have the fire going. We got used to being a little colder very quickly and now other people's houses feel WAY too hot for comfort.

We currently just heat water on the wood stove if we want it warm for bathing or cleaning. Soon we are hoping to get a stock pot with a spigot to be a more permanent solution to our hot water needs. We'll still need to fill it as we empty it, but it will be ready when we are!

Water:

Speaking of water, we have 2 five-gallon jugs that we refill at a friend's house. We also have a small utility sink in the tent. We have a pump top that fits on the top of one of the jugs that sits on a table next to the sink. When we want water, we push the pump top and water "runs" out of a little spout so we can easily access water for drinking, dishes, cooking, laundry, bathing, and cleaning.

The sink's drain runs into a 5-gallon bucket that we empty by hand.

It's amazing how incredibly little water we use compared to how much we used before we moved here. One 5-gallon jug lasts us about 2 days (though I do use some water at work that doesn't factor in).

Hygiene:

Since we don't have a shower in the tent, we generally just get 3-4 cups of water that we heat on the stove. We then stand in a plastic basin and wash our hair, pits, crotch, butt, and feet. The water then goes to the grey water bucket. I do this monday-friday because I have a professional job, but my wife does it about every 3-4 days. Honestly I am so much less dry and itchy this time of year and I don't have to use any kind of conditioner or moisturizer. Teh problem is getting up early enough to get it warm enough in the tent that washing is comfortable.

I shave in a few tablespoons of water, but I have a beard, so I don't have much to shave.

Both of us wear deodorant, too, which helps.

Waste:

For poop and pee we use a composing toilet. The toilet diverts our urine into a 5-gallon bucket so we can use it for fertilizer. Our poop falls into another 5-gallon bucket that we cover with sawdust after every go. When that is full we take it to a compost pile we will not use for 3 years, when our pathogens are good and dead and the poop is fully composted into humanure.

For trash, if it's paper or cardboard we burn it as kindling for our fire. If it's a jar we generally use it for storage (we break a lot of these...), and if it's something we can't use (like plastic film) we either put it with a friend's trash or take it to a landfill directly.

Internet:

We have phones, and use them as hotspots when we need to post things to pay bills or post things to tumblr or whatnot.

[quirrrky]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「04. THE TURNING POINT」

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𐑂 1.9k+ words 𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?     𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

With a can of Asahi in hand, Atsumu slumped his body on the bed. It was another day of endless discussion with mom. She's insisting for him to attend one of those ridiculous marriage meetings. It's the reason why he transferred apartments. Different girls kept popping on his doorstep for a date. Some he flat out rejected, the others he fancied to spend a night with. 

But he's tired. 

He's tired of them. 

That's why he really found peace without those interruptions in his new home, but it looked like it's about to end soon as his mom could find out his new address.

Turning the TV on, he lazily switched channels. Nothing was catching his attention. Nothings was holding his interest, until he landed on an AV channel. The remote jumped from his hand, not expecting an outright dirty scene to play on his screen unceremoniously. He panicked to switch the channels, but hey...

He looked at the wall, recalling that you might be home. Now, he wondered how'd you react with this. He turned the volume up, moans and other lascivious sounds echoed through his apartment. Ever since he dreamt of you in that manner, while in the hospital, he seriously couldn't get you off his mind. You're very elusive and it's annoying. It was like his existence didn't matter, yet he was finding himself amped up the thought of you.

He shook his head. No, you're annoying. That's it. Nothing else.

He heard you slammed your door and his eyes widened in bemusement. Did she walk away from me? Wait-

Atsumu glanced at the watch and took note of the time. It's already late!

Weird.

He slumped back again, taking a chug of his beer while passive switching the channels until he landed on the news channel.

...has been steadily increasing. According to investigations, the so-called "Singles Killer" is using a surgical knife as weapon and is consecutively targeting single women in the bathhouses.

He took a huge gulp. Why was he feeling something bad? He stood up and went out of his room. Why am I going down the elevator? He walked out and headed for the garbage. Why am I doing this?

"Oh, Atsumu-san, don't you have any shower water too?" Otose asked after noticing him prancing back and forth outside.

He titled his head, puzzled. "Shower water?"

"Yes, the even number rooms have broken pipings. Is yours fixed or is it also affected?"

His eyes widened at the realization and hurried to the next block where the nearest bath house was.

Augh!!!

Why was he doing this? And now, he's even running towards the bathhouse. What was happening to him? Why was he worried about you? Okay, he likes you and finds you interesting, but he also found you to be downright uptight and annoying! Now, why was he here gonna check up on you?

It's late at night and you went outside anybody can do that. Not when there's a serial killer around killing single girls.

That's right! You're a girl. He'd do this with any girl!

Shut up, you squealing pigs.

Okay, maybe not all the girls. Never mind!

Maybe it's because you took care of him while he was sick?

He reached 7-Eleven, which was just in front of the bath house. It would be weird if he would just barge right in there for no reason, so he decided to just walk you home once you get out.

If you'll ever get out.

He shook the thought away. Why was he panicking over you? Was it because you remind him of Samu? Yes, maybe that. Annoying and smart mouth Samu. The only who talked back to him and screamed right on his face, until you came.

Atsumu sat there, taking a sip of yogurt and waiting for you to get out. There's no way he'd miss you. He began to calm down, until the lights in the bathhouse turned off. Unusual, very unusual. He walked out of the store and headed inside the bath house.

He went inside the men's area and found no one around, he got out again and heard a loud thump coming from the female's area. Atsumu swallowed, dryly. He headed further down the hall of the female's area and started checking.

"Is anybody there? Y/N? Are ya there?" He asked with full caution and opened the curtain going to the bath area, going inside until he was forced to stop.

"Atsumu!"

"Y-"

His eyes widened at the abrupt glimpse of someone in a medical attire. A scalpel ready on his hand.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him away, running. Both of you escaping the masked man.  As soon as you successfully headed out, you both caught up with your breaths.

"I can go back there! I can still catch him-"

"Please, stay here." You asked, in between breaths while tugging on his shirt.

Atsumu froze in surprise. W-What is this? A-Are you scared? Did you want him to be beside you so he can protect you? He felt his heart beat louder and cheeks ran hotter. He took a deep breath and puffed his chest.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm just right here." He took off his jacket and draped it over you, pulling you close to him. "I got ya'"

"Huh?" You looked at him, confused and puzzled. "There's no point chasing him. He probably figured out a way out." You said, flatly.

Atsumu was disappointed. "Is that why you asked me to stay?"

"Hmm...what?" You asked as you both started walking home.

"Never mind. Just never mind." Geez...just as when he thought it was something else, here you were acting so detach again. "Let's go report this to the police!"

"No."

"What? Why?"

"He has been reported this week to be attacking the bathhouses with a scalpel yet he didn't change strategies, which means..."

Tsumu tilted in head, questioning.

"It means that the killer isn't bothered about getting caught. He feels glorified to be identified by the people." You said and continued while you entered the elevator. "If we reveal his counter-persona, it'll just encourage him more. Some people might also use the same alias to commit crimes."

You also didn't want to be included in the report. For sure, reporters would flock you after what happened and you didn't want to be the killers' personal target. You held Tsumu's jacket close to you. He saw you. He recognized your face.

Tsumu saw your sudden silence. Even if you won't say it, he's right and he knew you're scared. You're just masking it under a nonchalant expression all the time, but you're not always the tough smart-mouth that he knew.

He put an arm around you and pulled you close. He didn't know what to say, but perhaps, it's better if he'd say nothing.

The elevator doors opened and you both headed out. He

"Thank you," you said as you handed him back his jacket.

He smiled and went in front of his doors while you both open the lock. "You can use my shower instead of going to the bath house."

You just gave him a smile and opened your door.

"Take care," he greeted.

"Take care too," you said in return.

You dropped your bag and headed straight to your bedroom. You couldn't believe what just happened today. If you didn't think of it right, you could've already died. You tucked yourself in while staring at the ceiling. Your senses sensitive to the faint sounds surrounding you, the dropping of water from your sink, the ticking of your watch, the

"Hey, Y/N."

Your heart jumped at Atsumu's voice from the other side of the wall.

"Geez, Atsumu..."

"'m sorry." He said. "I just thought that, maybe, you found it hard to sleep."

You didn't give him any response and he knew this was true. You usually had a smart comeback at him but you just smiled when he offered you to use his bathroom.

"My teammate, Bokuto, usually sleeps while havin' his favorite song playin' through his headphones. What if we try it too, huh? Whatcha say?"

"Play my favorite music?" You asked.

"Yes! Here.."

You heard faint sounds coming from his room. From your guess, he might've stumbled in searching for his phone. You smirked. Classic Atsumu. Then, while staring at your ceiling, you heard one of your favorite songs playing through.

Atsumu knew what songs you listened to. After all, you're neighbors and there's just this thin wall that separates you. He knew what songs you like and you played over and over again, some of them he even vibed with really well.

You felt your worries calmed down after while your song played. Perhaps, it was not just because of the music playing, but in the thought that you have someone's company in this cold moment of your life.

"Thank you, Atsumu. Thanks for everything that happened today." You said, smiling at the ceiling. You were just being honest. You really appreciated him a ton today.

"Nah, no worries." Atsumu replied and the song played on while a moment of silence stretched between the two of you. "Y/N, you still up?" He asked and received no response. He folded his arms behind his head and satisfyingly beamed. "Right, sleep well."

The next day came and you were fixing papers in the office. You had to go home early today, especially that this was practically your 2nd life now. You stapled some documents and prepared it for endorsement of the next handler.

"Y/N," Nako approached you, withe her were a pile of documents, "Can you please back me up today? I have to log out early."

You stood up. "I have to go home early too."

"Come on now, I have a date with my boyfriend tonight. He really prepared for it."

You didn't care. I might have a serial killer waiting for me tonight and he prepared for it.

You just gave her a firm and stiff smile. "I really have to go home early." You walked past her not giving in to her request, but you sure heard her salty remarks once you had your back turned.

"It's not like you have someone going out with you."

You rolled your eyes. It's no like you have a killer going after you.

You made sure you already had your bag with you when you went to the other department to endorse your files. Now, you could hurry to the exit and head back home.

Your chest loosened up, because, at last, you'd be able to go home with a lot of people walking around. The lighting from different establishments were also up which added to your sense of security.

Excitedly, you walked to your apartment, planning of the special things you'd be doing tonight until you recalled that you had to take a bath. Your face fell. Otose-san told your that it won't be fixed for, at least, a week. You groaned in frustration.

Reaching the elevator, you noticed that Atsumu was already inside. Your gazes met and he held the doors for you.

"Thanks," you murmured. Your head was still busy thinking of a way to shower. You definitely couldn't go to the office stinking. Most especially, that you had someone picking up on you. You pinched your brows together. Maybe you could go shower in the morning, but still, you couldn't bear to go to the bathhouse just yet. not after what just happened.

The elevator doors opened and Atsumu stepped out first, stopping on his track before he could go any further.

"The offer still stands." He said and you blinked twice in confusion. "You can go use my shower."

You froze at his statement, your mind still wrapping around the idea. You? Would go inside Atsumu's room to shower?

No way.

𐑂 AN : AAAAHHH! the upcoming chapters will be pretty fun to write and I’m very excited for it! also, it’s my graduation today and yes, I got this on queue! bahahaha and I’m glad to be celebrating it with this new chapter right here. also, I was supposed to upload this thursday but I decided to make an angst, hurt/comfort iwa-chan three-part fic! lmao! the reason behind this is my sadness over my shadowbanned sideblog so yes, I’m gonna be uploading an iwa-chan angst, hurt/comfort this friday and I swear it made me cry while thinking of it! see you guys next chappie!

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✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧

[brokenrecordlesbain]

Shower Sex with Ashe where she had to go out of town for a heist but she took you with to the hotel. It was really nice actually since it was a 5 Star. Everything was clean and comfortable even had a living room and kitchen kinda setup. And of course the bathroom was absolutely awesome. A Round bathtub with a removable shower head. So Ashe does what she does best. Eventually as the night goes on she asks you to take a shower/bath with her cause she wanted to use everything ofc and she got curious. Started off innocent at first as it normally does. She was sat down in the bathtub and had you sit down inbetween her legs so she could help you wash off. After the cleaning she drained the tub and you attempted to get up but she kept one hand on your thigh keeping you down while the other went to grab the shower head from the wall. Slowly spreading your legs apart she switched it to a lighter spray setting focusing on your clit making sure to hold you still as best as she could without hurting you. Praised you the entire time, calling you sweet thing and telling you how good of a job you were doing. Before amping up the water pressure and moving the shower head closer. You were already so sensitive and swollen before that this felt like torture but still Ashe remained holding your legs apart and stroking the inside of your thigh with her thumb.

[ahriloosey]

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Call To Meal:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175406887453/choose-who-you-call-to-meal-this-tuning-mod-lets

Better Reactions:

https://lotharihoe.tumblr.com/post/644749389427048448/better-reactions-download-google-drive-patreon

Children Can Cook:

https://modthesims.info/d/658947/children-can-cook.html

Everyone Can Sleep Together:

https://modthesims.info/d/641369/everyone-can-sleep-together.html

First Impressions:

https://lumpinoumods.com/2020/12/08/first-impressions-mod/

Food Delivery:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175409490398/littlemssams-food-delivery-service-order-more

Food Texture:

https://utopiamordor.blogspot.com

Ghosts Can Have Babies:

https://modthesims.info/d/602411/ghosts-can-have-babies.html

Go For A Walk With Dogs Will Fill Up Needs:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175411275238/go-for-a-walk-with-dogs-will-fill-up-needs-going

Housewarming Party:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175403169118/housewarming-party-instead-of-welcome-wagon

Longer Parties & More Guests:

https://modthesims.info/d/558097/longer-parties-amp-more-guests.html

Loud Noise Reaction:

https://modthesims.info/d/605017/bugfixes-it-s-a-crying-shame.html

Moveable City Living Objects:

https://modthesims.info/d/588505/moveable-buyable-city-living-apartment-objects.html

No React To Strangers Death:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/bg-no-react-to-30385184

PlantSim Lives:

https://srslysims.net/downloads/plantsim-lives/

Quick Shower:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175406394233/quick-shower-quick-bath-this-mod-adds-new

Release all Ghosts & Get Urn for:

https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/rsm-release-all-ghosts-get-urn-for

Remove Sims From Conversations:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/remove-sims-from-62823426

Science Baby Tweak:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/mod-science-baby-80018691

Slow Infant Needs:

https://modthesims.info/d/675613/slow-infant-needs.html

Social Activities:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175408773833/social-activities-visit-friends-family-and

Spend Weekend With:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/179252225808/spend-weekend-with-send-your-kids-away-to-visit

Teen Parenting Skill:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175409100748/parenting-skill-for-teens-more-this-mod-unlocks

Ultrasound Scan:

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175410620123/ultrasound-scan-pregnant-sims-can-do-a

Variable Default Relationships:

https://scumbumbomods.com/variable-default-relationships-mod

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[gemini-sensei]

With the whole ploy!Hawk and Moon. With Moon and Reader pregnant at the same time, how do you think Hawk and Moon would react to a really difficult pregnancy?

Like Moon’s pregnancy is going by like a breeze almost, but Reader is just having extreme symptoms. Ultimately she goes on bed rest because it gets so bad.

If Reader is going through it, so are they. Hawk and Moon hate to see someone they love go through so much, but Moon feels especially bad because she's not going through it the same way. She feel almost guilty her own pregnancy is going so smoothly, meanwhile Reader is sick left and right, in pain often, and eventually bedridden for the rest of her pregnancy. It doesn't get easier for them as time goes on, but neither of them show their feelings to Reader, keeping their heads up.

They do everything they can to ease her symptoms and make it better. Moon handles emotional support, gives cuddles, and deals with a lot of cravings and mood swings. She cries with Reader if things are really bad, letting out the emotions as they need to. She also can't help it because she's pregnant and hormonal too. Hawk is there for a lot of the physical stuff; helping her to the bathroom, holding her as she stretches her legs, helping her bathe or shower. He also tries to relieve her pain with massages as much as possible. He rubs her feet, hips, shoulders. Whatever she needs, he gets it. He also does a lot of the errands, the shopping, working. He already felt the pressure of having two pregnant queens, multiple babies on the way, but it's amped up and he takes on more tasks, more responsibilities, more challenges. It's all to make sure Reader and Baby are okay, because that's all they want at the end of the day.

Hawk tries to hide his negative emotions from both Moon and Reader, but they know him too well to let that happen. Moon gets him to decompress and let himself feel what he needs fk feel, usually ending up with him crying on her shoulder as she hold him and rubs his back. It's so much that he's put on his own shoulders, wishing that he could take the brunt of the worst of it, and seeing Reader go through the difficulties she does, it all just weighs him down. It upsets him. He wants to make it better, make it right, but he doesn't know how.

Moon just keeps reminding them and herself that they're gonna get through it. In no time at all, they're going to have two cute babies that they'll get to hold and love and cherish. They can't wait for this part to be over so they can get into the next chapter.

[buckeyedrone]

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The cabin features a covered front porch with shooting benches and inside you have all the comforts of home including a large living area with a wood burner and large dining area, a full kitchen, a master bedroom full bath with a tile shower and washer and dryer, and a 10-bed bunk room.  

Mechanicals includes a wood burner and electric heat, A spring-fed water well, a 200 amp underground electric service, and a septic system.

Step out of the front door to panoramic views of the property and surrounding Egypt Valley Wildlife

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also includes a 24x28' 2-bay shop with concrete

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[stylerandgrooming]

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