#it has a deck!! there’s a fire pit as well

[eveningepiphany]

go with it | H.S oneshot

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summary: your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

warnings: cheating ex, surprise kiss, sexual tension, partial mentions of sexual stuff, love/hate relationship, protective! h, fluff, cuddling and lots of kissing

a/n: I’m sorry but this gif actually has me in a chokehold. his jawline, his chewing, his FROWN. literally melting 🫠

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There was never a day you thought you’d be b-lining to Harry of all people.

Especially not with the intention of once getting there, that you would be slamming your lips against his.

However, you already know you’d rather face a pit of blood-thirsty snakes then be forced into a conversation with your asshole of an ex boyfriend.

Who you know is currently seeking you out, because when you’d caught glimpse of him scouring the groups of people inside the kitchen, after coming back from the bathroom— your stomach dropped, and someone tapped your shoulder.

“He’s your ex, right?” The girl had said this with a light scrunch of her nose as she looked over to him. Her face riddled with a sense of disgust you couldn’t relate to more If you tried.

You had nodded, to which she replied, “Well, he’s asking everyone if you’re here and where you are. Going by his personality I’m assuming you’re gonna want to avoid that.”

You’d never wanted to hug someone more then her in that moment.

At the information she’d so kindly shared with you, your first priority was getting out of the house.

The front door wasn’t an option since he is near the only hallway that leads it it. So out through the back patio, where a smaller group of people were mingling by the fire, was easily your best option.

You knew this was where he’d be likely looking next, so you ran out the door. Unsure if you are about to just find a way to jump the fence and make your escape or…

Either way, you knew if he managed to talk to you, you’d be getting an unwanted earful of advances.

He’d beg with his nasally voice for you to give him a chance, and then go on about the same bitter ending you’d both faced. To his own fault, of course.

He was talking to multiple other girls over the damn state while you were together. And once you found out, it confirmed your outlook on his person.

He of course was charming and nice at first. But it was almost in a sleazy way when you think back to it. He’d yelled at you when you bought up his adulterous habits, and you never looked back after that.

Once you were outside, you were considering your options, but you spotted a person on the other side of the decking.

The second your eyes locked on Harry, it was a done deal.

If you were to seem like you were in another relationship, he would be much more likely to back off. Much more likely to never contact or try to find you again.

He was petrified of other men. Always felt so inferior around them. So this would be perfect, if you could just make it work.

All your past with him fell from the forefront of your mind as you practically ran in his direction. Maybe you had argued countless times over college projects and he could be a bit of an ass, but you still knew you could trust him.

He was leaned against the wooden beam of the patio, skin casted with a warm glow from the fire a few feet away, down on the grass.

He had a signature frown. One that creased between his brows and pouted his pink lips. Creating his almost intimidating persona. Protective in a perfect way.

“Harry.” You state frantically, moving at a pace you’re not used to, shoes hitting the wooden decking hastily.

His scowl deepened as he heard his name, being pulled from his intense train of thought.

“What—” He looks honestly pissed off, but when his gaze snaps to you, it softens a tiny bit. Still annoyed, but just a sliver less.

Also confused at your frantic and rapidly approaching frame, which is now suddenly breaching the usual metre-wide distance you both would maintain on any other day.

“Y/N? What are you—“

You plant your hands on the side of his face, and the look of surprise in his eyes is evident.

His cheeks are warm and smooth under your palms, “I need you to just go with this okay? Can you do that for me?”

He is struggling to make sense of the situation, let alone get a sentence out without being interrupted.

“What do you—“

“I— I’ll explain later just—“ you take a final glance over your shoulder, and see your ex inside still, but seemingly headed for the sliding door to come outside.

This drives the final surge of adrenaline you need to tug his face to yours, melding your lips together. His are puckered in tense shock, and a noise of surprise sounds from the back of his throat.

His hands jump to your hips, gripping them like he’s not sure whether to pull you closer, or push you away.

Your mouth moves against his, and he reciprocates with a sense of hesitation.

His own brain is in absolute overdrive. The interaction far to short to go from being people who merely tolerate one another to people who are currently kissing.

And somewhere inside of him he acknowledges the feeling of how warm your lips are pressed to his.

He senses your urgency now though, hands tensing around his jaw at the sound of the access door getting slid open.

Parting his lips, he impulsively drags his tongue over your bottom lip. You sigh a sound of almost gratefulness at his action.

Harry turns his body swiftly, pressing your back into the railing, his lips moving harder against yours.

“Y/N! Are you bloody out here?” A grating voice sounds, and he quickly picks up the pieces of the story he was missing.

The voice also pulls him out of the half trance he’d gotten himself in. Your mouth so warm, he genuinely forgot his own name for a second.

One of your hands slide down to the neck of his black shirt, securing it in an anxious grip.

The pace quickly picks up, him plastering himself to you as close as physically possible. Clashing mouths as he shadows your body with his.

“Oi, mate!” He ignores the yell, and is met with the footsteps of this guy coming closer.

“Have you seen—“

Harry pulls from your mouth, turning his head to look at the dickhead who you’re clearly attempting to get away from. And who just hypothetically interrupted someone’s makeout session— which is just fucking rude anyway.

“Do I look like I have?” Harry scowls, an angry tone over his voice.

The guy frowns, an ugly look casting upon his features, he steps closer, “No need to be a fucking di—“

He moved just close enough to see you, frowning, making sense that you were just essentially making out with someone, “Y/N I—“

“Can you fuck off? We’re in the middle of something here, that you’ve just so kindly interrupted. Read the room you twat.” His sentences come out harsh, and it’s clear he means it.

Your ex tries his luck a final time, “look I just want to talk with—“

And Harry interjects it again, “She’s not interested.”

You stay quiet, and at this he gets a disgusted look. It appalls you that he thinks you owe him anything.

There’s a stare down between the two men. But you can see in his face he’s intimidated. Also humiliated, that you’ve seemingly moved on with someone else, and that he’s clearly got no shot at winning you back.

“Fucking ass.” He hisses, and turns around, storming down the patio and back inside.

Harry turns back to you, shielding your frame with his. A sigh of relief passes through you.

You look a little shaken up, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. Both your lips still puffed and shining from the exchange you unexpectedly shared.

“Thank you…” you pant out, not sure if you’re out of breath from the situation or because of Harry.

The reality of what just happened comes pelting down on you both.

And it’s quiet a moment as you both clock over in your brains that you just practically made out. It takes a second for him to break the silence,

“So, stalker? Ex? Random guy who can’t take no for an answer?” He quizzes.

Feeling embarrassed, you purse your lips— but are able to to taste the remnants of his own mouth on yours. “Ex.”

“Ex?”

You nod.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t you think I could land anyone?” You scoff, trying desperately to bring back the usual snarky vibe between the two of you.

“No, not at all. Just that he was clearly batting above his level. He was a proper dickhead, and that’s rich when it’s compared to you.” You thank god he plays back into your banter.

But he pries further, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Long story.” You attempt to brush it off, but he has none of it.

“Love, y’just came over here and slammed your bloody mouth over mine, and now you’re not going to tell me why?”

“But—“

“No,” he interrupts, still very close to you as he shakes his head, “No buts. Y’said you’d explain after.”

A sigh rattles out of you, feeling a little pathetic you’re telling Harry you got cheated on.

“He cheated on me. Like with multiple girls.”

To this, his face immediately drops.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

He fights the overwhelming urge to go hunt him down and lay a hand into the side of his fucking face. An absolute scumbag.

“What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He scoffs, “Lucky to have even got a pretty girl like you, and he blew it.”

You flush, another brief wave of quiet falling over the two of you. His compliments throwing you.

You quietly speak again, “I’m sorry about the… kiss. Didn’t really get as much consent as I’d have liked.”

You did feel guilty, you don’t usually go forcing your mouth onto unsuspecting men.

“No, it’s okay. You did it for a reason.” He shakes his head at your apology, and in all honesty, he enjoyed it.

Somehow it meant more than many of his others have. And he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“I… I carpooled here so, I think I’m gonna call an Uber and go home ‘cause…”

You had no interest in sticking around, incase your ex comes back— and you don’t want to spend the rest of your night glued to Harry’s side, because you doubt he’d want that.

“You’re not catching an Uber home.” He scoffs aloud, fishing his keys from his back pocket, “I’ve only had one drink, I’ll be fine to drive, so I’ll take you.”

“Harry, no. You’ve already done plenty for me tonight, I’ll be fine—“

He grabs at your hand, lacing them together and beginning to walk you down the patio.

“I’m driving you home.” He states, leading the you inside.

He clutched your hand tight, eyes forward and uncaring of the heads that had turned your way.

You on the other hand had burned up at the curious— and quickly jealous— eyes.

Harry was by no means a whore. There were plenty of rumours of him sleeping with certain girls. Mostly outlandish stories that eventually fizzled out to nothing.

He’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but it’d been a while since. And he’s maybe had one actual fling over the last couple months.

It just seemed he was harder to get. And many women tried their luck around the school. Yet to no avail.

You cast your sight down, walking behind him out the front door. Relishing in the quiet surroundings of the front lawn, free of prying glares.

He unlocked his car that was parked on the side of the road, and he opens the side door for you to get in. Chivalry mustn’t be dead.

Once you’re both in the car, you fight the urge to say again that he really doesn’t have to take you, because it’s clear there is no other option on his end.

So instead, you let out a tiny thank you, and he nods while starting the car.

However, your self restraint only branches so far— matter-of-fact, you weren’t even out of the street— before you blurt out, “Everyone was staring.”

He veers his gaze momentarily to you, then flicking it back to the road. Silence stretches a moment, and he recalls the heat of your lips pressed to yours with no real prompt.

And when he thinks of it, the image doesn’t leave his head. It unwillingly transpires, into something that bubbles into the pit of his stomach.

He had to blink it away, grounding himself when he hears your nervous swallow.

“I— what?” He’s confused at what you mean, while you kissed? When you walked out?

“When we walked out.” You reply, and he makes sense of what you’re talking about.

“People will always stare. They’re nosey.”

“I know.”

There’s another breath of silence, until he laughs, so suddenly that it almost makes you jump.

“Where am I going?” He asks, still chuckling as he realises he’s literally just driving aimlessly.

“Oh.” You sputter out a laugh as well, rattling off the side of town he needs to start driving to.

You wish you had more to say to him. That’s conversation usually flowed easily— filled with the sarcastic retorts it usually is. But now all that sat between you was a thick, hot slab of tension.

It wasn’t bad— not by any means— but it was easy to tell both of you were stuck in your own head. And you fear you’ve fashioned a permanent problem between the two of you.

Your voice only cut through the quiet once you were a few blocks away from your house.

He hummed acknowledgements to your each set of directions, and before you knew it, you were pointing out your house to him.

As his car pulled to a stop in the driveway, he didn’t hesitate to turn off the engine and get out.

Confused, you follow suit anyway, but wondered if he was about to walk you to your door.

And you weren’t wrong. Somehow, the guy who seems hardly like a gentleman, is waiting to walk the maybe 15 steps with you from his car to your front door.

You get your keys from your small bag, looking at him with an undeniably curious gaze as you meet his side.

He follows in sync by your side, hands in pockets. All the way up the patio steps, and he falls to a stop when you do, still next to you.

“Thank you for driving me home…” you smile, and can feel an unwilling red colouring spread over your cheeks.

“Was nothin’. Glad you’re home safe.”

“Were you seriously worried about me?” You frown, yet it’s undeniably endearing his concern for you.

A tiny scoff sounds from him, “Obviously?”

“That fuckin’ twat of an ex you have hardly seems like a good person. And who’s t’say he wouldn’t follow you home from that party and…” he stares off in thought, jaw clenching.

“Harry.” You state, stepping forward, wrapping a single hand around his wrist.

“Thank you.”

His distant gaze was snapped away at your touch. He’s never really considered himself an overly violent person, but your ex was easily about to change that.

And he hardly can pinpoint why. Or not yet.

The only thing he knows he wants to do again in sudden clarity, is kiss you. It almost shocks him, because he hasn’t felt an urge as strong as this in forever.

“Can— I need you to just go with this.” He mutters, being the one now very suddenly invading the gap between you both.

He’s mimicking what you said when you kissed him, yet you don’t realise “I’ll explain later.”

His hand cups the side of your jaw, and he leans to brush his lips against yours, a breath of relief fanning out his nose after finally feeling the contact.

You’re stood on your porch, and Harry is kissing you.

And somehow you’re all the sudden kissing him back.

Not because there’s someone you’re running from. Not because you have to. Because you want to.

He pulls you closer to him, allowing his teeth to graze your lower lip. Causing your hands to card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both play a back and forth game. Full of lips against tongue and tongue against teeth.

Until you’re both panting and running out of new places to map out with your hands.

“Care to explain?” You retort gently, stricken of breath.

He hums in the back of his throat, barley a rumble as he trails his mouth along your jaw, and down to the base of your neck.

“Is this enough of an answer?” He asks, sucking the skin between your two collarbones between his teeth.

Your knees almost give out at the sensation, and even the pressure behind his harsh mouth.

A near whimper comes from you, and he licks over the slightly bruised spot before he pulls back.

He cocks an eyebrow, expectant of your answer, despite having such a skilled mouth you’re pretty sure you forgot your own name for a second there.

“I— yes. That was… plenty.” You nod.

“Did it because I wanted to, and y’have an incredibly hot little mouth.” He provides anyway, a laugh coming from him as he pecks your cheek. All gentle, all loving.

You’re lacking for words completely, and can only lean your head against his broad chest. Unsure what exactly you’ve sparked between the two of you this evening, but simultaneously not caring of the future right now.

“I’m also probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it…” he whispers.

“Stay.” You blurt out, and then clarify a few seconds later, “The night.”

He chuckles at this, “Are you trying to get in bed with me now? Moving very quickly, sweetheart.”

You flush, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking addict.”

“So you were inviting me to stay the night so we could cuddle?”

“I was.” You affirm, despite not being opposed to his idea either.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your front door. Unlocking it and making quick work of sneaking him inside without the one of your three lovely housemates hearing.

All the others were luckily out at varying parties, and the only girl still home— Grace— sleeps like a log.

“You seem like a bit of a professional at sneaking people in.” He smirks, kicking his shoes off and leaving them in the corner of your room.

With only the lamp turned on, he’s lit with a warm glow, and he looks beautiful.

“Comes naturally when you live with housemates that are like your best friends. They wanna know everything.” You go to your cupboard, pulling out a jumper to change into.

He watches as you pull it over your head, yet managing to unclip your top and bra off underneath it.

“Impressive.” He nods at your easy change.

“I’m taking my pants off.” You state, “and not in a sexual way, perv.”

He lets out a defensive laugh, “I’m not a perv! You’re the one stripping off.”

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs to change over to sweatpants. His gaze strays around your room and you smile at his respectfulness.

Once you’re changed, you sit on the edge of your bed.

You lock eyes, and he gives a sly smile, not waiting to tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans.

You cover your eyes, sarcastically scoffing, “yea well, I didn’t plan on getting fully naked, but you go right ahead.”

“No different if we went swimming, darling. Still have my underwear on.”

You don’t get to reply as his hands tap your knee, “Budge up.”

You uncover your eyes, being met with his toned chest and calvin klein briefs.

Obliging silently, as he gets under the covers with you. The two of you rearrange until you’re comfortable.

Your head perched on his side as you cuddle into him, arm over his abdomen. His own arm curled underneath you.

“This is… an awfully weird situation we’ve ended up in.” You laugh. Because you’re cuddling in your bed right now, and if you told yourself even yesterday that would be happening, there no way in hell you would have taken it seriously.

“Guess it is.” He shrugs, turned his head to look down at yours.

“Still hate your guts.” You whisper.

“Mm, i don’t think I ever even hated you.” He muses.

You laugh, “Is that so?”

“Seriously,” he nods, “you’re too pretty. And even though you’re annoying, and can’t admit when you get a project question wrong, i think I have a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Gross.” You say, but he can hear in your tone— and the way it nearly shakes— that you actually are a little worked up over his minor confession.

“Cmon, you can’t even admit you like me a tiny bit?”

You shake your head, blushing profusely as you try to hide it.

He tugs you further up, so he can look at you properly, “You’re blushing though. Like you always seem to do when I get a bit sappy. Which is my most recent observation of you.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he presses another kiss to your lips again. And you smile into it unwillingly.

He pulls away mid-kiss, letting you whine a little at the abrupt ending to it.

“Admit it, and we can keep kissing.” He says, and it draws an eye-roll from you.

But he somehow knows it will work, because you quickly crack under his ultimatum, “Fine! Yes. I like you— just a little bit.”

To your response he laughs, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll take it, I suppose.”

He presses another kiss against you, and you press back again.

It becomes another makeout session, but despite being the third one of the night, it’s the first time hands can skate against mostly bare skin.

Which his own palms find their way under your jumper, and one cups gently at your breast, flicking over your nipple while his tongue dips into your mouth.

That’s as far as it goes for tonight though.

He kneads the flesh there softly, until you’re panting into his mouth with a heat budding between your legs.

Somehow there’s an unspoken not tonight agreement.

And you know that despite how needy you feel for him, it’s definitely for the best. And you’re still shocked you made it this far with him.

You roll into him further, chest rising and falling quickly as you sigh out to him, “I lied.”

“When?” He sounds completely unconcerned, despite your risky sentence starter.

“Before, when I said I only liked you a little bit.”

He chuckles at your response, “How was that a lie, hm?”

“I like you more than a little bit.”

“You’re sweet, darling.” He strokes his thumb against your ribcage, “so do I.”

To this you smiled. Eyes growing heavy at his rhythmic touches and soothing voice.

And his gentle words are the last that you hear before you fall asleep against his chest.

Both filled with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

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[witchwyfe]

lost in the fire - jhs

I pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: you get jealous of your fwb!

I content/warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of almost-drunkenness, language, kissing, allusions to sex, friends with benefits

I word count: 969

There's a pit in your stomach when you see Jake talking to another girl. You don't even know why you agreed to come out with your shared friend group, you're tired from a long week and now pissy because Jake isn't paying you any attention.

She’s pretty, with blond hair and green eyes, a manicured hand dancing up his arm. He laughs at something she says and you grind your teeth, jaw clenched uncomfortably. 

Mickey thought it would be fun to go to club, rather than the usual hangout at the Hard Deck, and everyone else was on board.

Jake's out of uniform tonight, in a satin-y black shirt and well-fitting jeans. You're dying to run your hands down his chest, before yanking his clothes off, but you've kept your distance this evening. You're irritated that he's been avoiding you, even though you specifically told him you didn't want any of your friends to know about your arrangement.

You met Natasha at a hot yoga class and you two became quick friends. Once the two of you were close enough, she introduced you to her squadron. Not even a few hours after she brought you to the Hard Deck and introduced you to all her friends/coworkers, you'd hooked up with Jake in the bathroom. Even though you swore it wouldn’t happen again, it did, a lot.

So it became a regular thing, that you conveniently didn't mention to everyone else. A good old fashioned friends with benefits. He didn’t seem the type to be in a relationship and you weren’t looking for anything serious. 

Problem is, both of you get jealous but neither of you will admit it, or ask for something more.

You take the tequila shot that Natasha slides in front of you, reveling in the burn down your throat. You're one shot past fun, buzzy, tipsy, and entering a pouty, crabby tipsy. You want nothing more to sit at the high top table, with your arms crossed and bottom lip popped out until Jake comes and gives you some attention, but instead you force a smile, and pull Natasha out to dance.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake has had an eye on you all night, and know that you've moved to dance, closer to his perch at the bar, his gaze is locked on your form.

The tight dress you have on accentuates your form and Jake almost wipes drool from his mouth when he see's you dancing against Natasha. Your ass rolls against her front, her hands loosely on your hips. You’re both giggling, your head thrown back against her shoulder. 

Song after song, you dance with Natasha, until you feel like you can no longer stand up on your own, feet aching in your heels. You wobble over to the table, simultaneously jealous and in awe of the way Natasha seems to gracefully strut to the table, even after four tequila shots.

Jake is back at the table, he must’ve lost the woman he was talking to, because she’s nowhere to be found. You’re still sporting a frown though, facial muscles taut. Jake is studying you carefully, but you don’t even notice, reaching for Natasha to ask for another shot.

“Why don’t I get you some water, sweetheart?” He cuts in, hand reaching for you. You step away from his hand, face pulling into a scowl, but following in his direction nevertheless. His hand hovers over your lower back, not actually touching you, but you can still feel the heat from his appendage. 

“I missed you.” He says quietly, once you’re far enough from the table.

You snort, giving him a cold look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His brows furrow, a pout that you would find cute any other time, tracing his lips. “I don’t understand, I thought we weren’t telling anyone?”

You roll your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Jake.” 

“Then, please, enlighten me, darlin’,” He whines, not a trace of sarcasm in his tone. 

You sigh heavily. “If you missed me so much, like you said, then why were you talking to other girls?” You wonder, eyes narrowed.

“Baby, are you kidding me?!” He exclaims, ignoring the sharp look you give him—whether its from the baby or his volume level, he doesn’t know. “My favorite girl was ignoring me, I—“

“No Jake, I’m not ‘kidding you’.” You snap, abruptly cutting him off. “What the hell am I supposed to think? You spend the whole night, not speaking to me, but you’re fine with talking blondie’s ear off all night? I wasn’t ignoring you, I’m trying not to make it obvious to our friends that we’re sleeping together, but you could at least acknowledge me!”

“Are you jealous?” He blurts, he can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes him, even when he thinks he see’s smoke come out of your ears.

“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss.

“No need to be jealous baby,” He sidles right up to you. “You’re the one I’m goin’ home with, pretty girl.”

“Well she doesn’t know that.” You grumble.

“You’re the only that needs to know it.” He rasps, calloused palms sliding gently over your cheeks, before warm lips land on yours. 

His tongue is practically down your throat when you finally push him off, feigning an appalled expression. Your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you also can’t deny how good it feels to be the only person he’s looking at right now. 

“Take me home then.” You dare, locking your eyes on his. 

“Gladly.” He smirks, sliding his arm around your shoulders. He walks you both by your group, dropping enough cash on the table, to cover all of your drinks, before leading you outside.

If your friends didn’t know before, they definitely do now. 

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

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[yaut-jaknowit]

How bout something with a yautja and their partner (either human or yautja) gets hurt, like broken back level of hurt and the two just go through the ups and downs of recovery/healing together till the partner who has got hurt learns how to walk again and what not. How they get hurt up to you lol

When the Stars Align

Pairings: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x Reader

Word Count: 5942 (Whoops. A whopping ten pages)

Summary: For the year, you were closing up your cabin deep in the forest. It's done well and served its purpose during the warmth months but winter was coming. On the last night up there, you were walking the property only to come across a wounded animal.

Author Note: I hope it was okay to turn this a little different than you wanted it. If you want something else, let me know! I felt like this could be used as an excuse to finally reveal where reader met Gawtin originally. Little warning of blood, birth (not descriptive).

Part 2

Masterlist

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Around the cabin deep in the forest was miles and miles of forest barely occupied by any other people. A life you wished to enjoy longer before reality crashes back down on you. The cool crisp air attempted to bite through your jacket, almost nipping at your skin. Winter was coming soon. The poor little cabin situated far from civilization was unreachable during this time. Which meant, at this time, it was time to close it down.

Food and some drinks had to be retrieved. All the pipes had to be blown out so they didn’t freeze and burst open. Any clothing you wanted back home was to be packed into the extra bags you’ve brought. Windows had to be boarded up. Lastly, the power shut off.

Alone, you sat out by the large fire pit, observing the flickering flames. The warm it produced was enough for you to sit outside comfortably with just a simple jacket.

Up here, this far in, there was no cell service, not to even call for an emergency. If you were in trouble, you had to either solve the problem yourself or somehow get yourself into range. Both options were difficult to obtain in the middle of an emergency. When it came to survival, that’s what you had to do unfortunately.

A sketch book and pencil sat in your hands, used but forgotten about currently. Thoughts crowded your mind too much to think clearly. Coming up here was always a great stress reliever when life became too hectic. Wintertime sucked. Unable to escape reality for just a weekend and be stuck at a job that drains you or able to just come up to enjoy nature at its finest.

Softly, your eyes closed. The forest grew louder, ears picking up every little sound possible from your spot. The fire before you continuing to crackle and pop at times. A constant source of heat to fight off the chill of the beginning night. This was your last night up for the year. You’ll be back up in late April and early May to reopen it for the year and enjoy it all over again.

Warm air turned the cool air surrounding you into a steam for just a moment. You stood up and stretched out. The sketch book in your hand was placed to the side, pencil on top of it. If you couldn’t get out of your thoughts, you needed to clear them. There were only so few things possible to do so.

You walked up the short three steps on the deck and into the cabin. It was small, reliable though. For years, since the seventies or so, it has withstood a freak tornado, too many wildfires to begin to count, and many thunderstorms. The lightning was always a danger and caused you to panic at every strike heard or seen. It’s seen many people as your family has shared throughout lots of members.

The flashlight you were searching for was swiped off the counter. Out the door you went. With the light in hand, you started to make a path you’ve taken so many times before. A path you could probably walk blind on. Content as can be, you were alert and mindful but still enjoyed nature.

Water running would be heard at the edge of your hearing, barely there. The creek. A tiny river that ran through the acres of land you now owned. Just on the other side was a thick marsh you didn’t dare step into again. Last time, you lost a flip flop to its depths. You stayed on the safe side and on the path that buddies up with the creek until a certain point.

But you stop. Despite the quiet creek, the forest… it was dead silent. No bugs. No birds. Not a single sound to disrupt the unease in the air. Your entire body tenses, fear pumping into your veins. The flash in hand slowly swiveled around to survey the area only to come up empty handed. Your ears strained to heard something but it was like the forest suddenly died.

Throughout your years, you knew there was something out there. Something dangerous. All you had on you was a switch blade. No bigger than five inches. If a creature came after you, the thing would offer little to no help against a true predator. Your hand patted the spot it sat in your jacket pocket for double measure. Same place it was earlier.

From there, your steps were light, soft on the way back to the safety of the cabin. Not a predator hunting but prey surviving. Your heart was racing in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of the creek. This was a feeling you’ve never felt before up here. Never. Yes, there’s bears, wolves, and cougars but this was different. Your throat bobbed, eyes being vigilant.

Something you didn’t notice before was a liquid glowing bright in the dark atmosphere. Like a moth to a light, you stepped up to it. It truly glowed. A liquid, neon green. As if someone had broken a glow stick and drippled it along the forest floor… and left a handprint on the next to you. A massive handprint. It was smeared partial but could easily engulf your head.

Of course, the first thing to come to mind was Bigfoot. As stupid as it sounds, what else could’ve made a print that large?! Who else was out here this far? Nothing or no one you knew.

You swallowed your apprehension and diverted from the well-worn path. Away from the creek and further into the forest you grew up in. You stalked the trail of this glowing liquid. It stood out like a sore thumb in the growing night.

Labored, painful wheezing rasped in the silent forest, breaking the pause of sound. For just a heartbeat, you felt relief there was something creating noise out here only to realize the meaning. A creature, probably wounded, was causing this entire situation. Your shoulders sagged before you pushed forward.

Through the dense foliage, you saw a lump covered in the green goo and furrowed your brows. The light from your torch was pointed at it. Said lump shuttered.

Stunned into terror, you choked on a gasp at the sight of this… this humanoid monster on its side. Dark eyes were pinned on your trembling frame. With one of its arms, it weakly sits up as if it was going to crawl up to you. Its other arm lashed out. A guttural snarl releasing from its strange mouth. A wounded animal cornered is the first thing that came to mind at the sight of it.

The deep, bloody wounds that covered its body prevented it from moving much more. That didn’t stop it from creating noises of warning and unspoken threats. More green fluids gushed out. Blood. The glowing stuff was its blood. You shuffled through your knowledge to figure if anything had glowing blood like this. At least anything native to this area.

But nothing.

Tears were welled in its strange, inhuman colored eyes. Instantly, your heart ached at the sight of the poor thing in pain and writhing on the ground, coated in blood. You, yourself, made a saddened noise, brows furrowed in sorrow.

As your eyes scanned along its dark skin, they stopped on something that stunned you once more. Its belly was extended, rounded. You took notice at sharp bulge for a moment. A baby. A baby had just kicked. Shit.

If you were terrified or concern for not only your life but for its before, you were definitely now. A mother was someone to be afraid of. Mama bears were no joke. But the fact this thing looked like it could kill you like any other predator in this forest, you lost all color on your face. The only thing stopping you from turning tail and running was the wounds that downed it.

Consider it stupid, you lowered yourself down to your knees, hands clasped in front of you. At your movement, the thing hissed a deadly call. The flashlight pointed at the ground before the creature. This thing watched with intent, not letting you out of its sight for a moment, not even blinking.

Its breathing was ragged and wet sounding. Horrible to be in such a position as an upcoming mother and terribly wounded. You blink slowly, like you would do to a cat and slightly lowered you head, like a dog. “He-hey,” you tried, voice cracking involuntarily. You huffed at the sound. It stayed silent besides its breathing. “You’re injured.” At that point, you could’ve slapped yourself silly. As if it didn’t know it was wounded. It grunted, hand fisting the pine needle blanketed grounds.

“Sorry, that was stupid of me.” You sighed before introducing yourself to it. All the while you did this, you continued to keep your voice low and soft. Truly though, in its eyes, you couldn’t tell if it could understand you or was gathering the will to pounce on you.

“I would like to help you, if you let-“ The creature snarl, head bowed, chin tucked as its arm wrapped around its abdomen. You notice the way its extended belly contracted slightly on itself.

Not only was this an expecting mother, but a mother in labor. You gnawed at your lip to the point copper could be tasted on your buds. How were you going to salvage this? What could be done? Did this thing even understand what you’re saying?!

Its head whipped up, eyes back on you. You hadn’t moved. “You’re in labor. Fuck, you’re in labor. I-I can help, maybe,”  you rambled and ran a hand through your hair. The action had it hissing at you. Instantly, you stopped and returned to your former position. “Sorry, just nervous.” You took a short pause to gather your thoughts again. “I don’t know why you’re hurt but those wounds need to be cleaned and bandaged. The fact you’re in labor doesn’t help.” It released a clicking, wet hiss.

Sometimes, you needed to learn to get to the point. Even in troubling times. “Okay, okay. I can help you to my cabin. It’s not too far from here. I can tend to your wounds. I don’t know much about birth but I can adapt quickly.” Hopefully. This was never a situation you thought was possible.

With a pause, you had a chance to fully look at it. To be honest, its face looked like if someone turned a crab into a human. You weren’t disgusted or concerned by the way it looked. Just something you’ve never even seen before.

The top of its head was a shaped like a dome. At the edges of said dome was strange parts that jutted out like a crest or crown. Similar to dreads, thick, long strands that looked like rubber fell from its head. The rest of its body was human enough looking. Just the face was nothing from here you’ve every seen or heard about before.

Her arm around its belly tightened as it seemed study, judge you from the safe distance between the two of you. You stayed exactly where you were, despite the way your legs protested. You had to gain her trust, even if it’s just the tiniest sliver for her to come to the cabin with you. Deep inside of your heart, you felt awful for what’s happened to her. If you were in a situation like this, you hoped someone had a kind enough heart to help you.

Slowly and deliberately, you raised both of your hands in the air, flashlight pointing up into the air. A sign to show her you are no threat. “Please, I just want to help you,” you pleaded, brows furrowed, and put all of your sincerity into your words. Deep, bone chilling bellowed shook the ground under your feet.

Like a stone wall crumbling, she sagged in her spot with a hefty groan. Her massive head bowed, eyes on the ground now.

Hope grew inside of you at the sight. Was she going to accept your offer? You’d feel awful leaving her out here like this. Even though you didn’t create the situation she was in. You continued to gnaw at you bottom lip as you let her take all the time in the word. You timidly rested your arms back on your legs, showing no signs of moving or aggression.

Barely noticeable, she dipped her head in confirmation. You had to stop yourself from cheering before the realization hit you. This unidentifiable creature understood you. She knew what you were saying. At least this made things possibly simpler for you.

First thing first: getting her on her feet and to the cabin. “I’m going to stand up now and walk over to you. Is that okay?” you stated and stayed where you were crouched until seeing her head bob. Relief bubbled in your system. You did exactly what you said. All of your movements were slow, timid, calculated in each step over to her. She hissed at first before quieting down.

Once close enough to her, you officially noticed the size of this creature. Massive. Entirely powerful and huge. This was just from looking down at her.

From here, you knelt down again to get to her level and access the damage up close now. You cringed at the sight of so many wounds but saw stitching a few healing marks. You tilted your head but didn’t bring it up. It was unknown if she could respond to you.

“Like I said, I have a cabin close by. Are you able to walk, or at least get to your feet so I can help you?” you questioned quietly, afraid to go any louder. The last thing you wanted was to enrage her somehow. Her eyes watched your every move carefully.

The moment her muscles twitched into movement, you leaped back, ready to bolt. She stopped immediately. Nervously, you laughed quietly and rubbed at the back of your neck. “Sorry,” you apologized and approached her again. One of your hands was outstretched for her to take. All she did was brush it off with a bellow and used a tree to struggle to her feet.

Your jaw dropped. She towered completely over you. If you thought of her as massive on the ground, this was totally different on her own two feet. Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Fear consumed your emotions due to the fact you were frozen on your spot.

A guttural, pained groan snapped you from your thoughts. She still had an arm swaddling her abandoned, head temporarily bowed. You cleared your thought. “A-alright, we better get you to the cabin,” you broke the awkward silence and stared up at her. There was no chance to even try and carry her. Her weight alone could crush you like the bug you are compared to the creature.

Yet, at the sight of her, you knew she wouldn’t be able to walk on her own. Timidly, you inched towards her, observing her body language just in case. “You can use me as a crutch?” you offered and stopped once a foot away from her. She hissed out but made no move of aggression. You flinched at the noise, antsy. She did not like your suggestion.

The way she leaned against the tree gave you any idea though… Her making it back to the cabin on her own would either take far too long or she just wouldn’t make it anyhow. “Please. Take in all the issues against you, please,” you begged and shown within your eyes that all you meant was to help her.

She made a noise akin to an alligator. A tree was her support for the moment. She leaned forward to get closer to her face, careful of her wounds and belly. “I just want to help, okay?” you repeated, voice barely above a whisper. She released a snort that blew hot air into your face. A small part of your mind believed she was probably thinking on how you were going to withstand her weight. It was worth a try in your eyes.

When you didn’t back down, she reached out to place hand on your shoulder that engulfed it. The hand surely matched the print you saw earlier. You could see the fact her palm along would take up your entire face or simply snap your neck if she saw fit. A shaky breath released from your tense lungs.

More weight was shifted onto your fragile form as she left the tree. Neon blood smeared on the dark bark in her wake. She did her best to conceal her heavy, rasping breathing but this close to her, you heard the rattle in each inhale and exhale. Your heart ached at the sound, brows furrowed. What in the world could’ve done something like this?

Once the creature moved away from the tree, she nudged you forward. Like a cane, you let her use you to stable herself from tree to tree. Thankfully, this far into the forest, it was more wild, less groomed by your family. This meant more foliage and trees crowding each other. The creature swayed, stumbling behind you.

At one point, her legs nearly buckled. That caused what felt to be three hundred pounds to be shoved onto all at once. Thankfully, a tree had saved you from being crushed into a pancake. A tinge started in your back though. Great.

The pace both of you traveled at could’ve rivaled a snail. From the many breaks she had to take – not that you blamed her, to the fact she had to drag her feet. Making progress through the night was incredibly hard. The strain she put on you and lack of sleep were starting to catch up to you.

Your first yawn of the night began as you stepped into an all to familiar area around the cabin. It was part of the area that’s easily maintained. The trees here were sparser as you struggled to keep her up on her legs between the trunks. Your legs ached horribly after the unknown amount of time it has taken to get her this far.

Biting through the pain and yawns, you finally see the dark cabin through the foliage and felt the last bit of adrenaline enter your system. With this newfound energy, you marched on and got her to the steps of the front door. Once there, the creature switched her weight to lean on the porch’s support beam. You, yourself, rested against the cabin’s wall, breathing heavily. At least that’s over.

Sluggishly, you dragged yourself up the steps and opened the old door. For a moment, your eyes glanced around to find the best place for her to be. The bedroom is what came first. Sheets can either be washed and replaced. You glanced back at her with a sorrowful look. The poor thing was struggling to stay on her legs, still holding onto her stomach.

Her eyes narrowed. A low growl sounded in the back of her throat. You threw up your hands to show you’re still no threat to her. You gnawed again at your bottom lip while just standing there. All you could do was pray she understood you meant not ill intent towards her or her baby.

You stepped back from the door and made a grand sweeping motion. “This is my cabin.” The creature took a lungful of air, scenting the place. Slowly, she trudged up the three steps and onto the porch. It groaned and creaked underneath her massive size. Due to her size alone, she was unable to stand up completely, partially hunched over.

Green blood stained the wood, leaving behind a deadly trail in her wake. Instead of fretting over a small mess, you guided her into the place and over to the only bedroom. You opened the door and helped her inside. “I hope this is okay for you. The tub definitely wouldn’t have fit you and the living room probably wouldn't have been comfortable for you.” In all honesty, the cabin didn’t have much to offer besides the forest it was surrounded in. Not that you minded. But, in the moment…

Once she was sat down on the bed, you stepped away careful, hands partially raise. “Is-is this okay?” you asked and stood back to lean against the dresser behind you. Her eyes had yet to leave your exhausted form. But for the first time, they darted around the room before resting on you again. Her massive head dipped once, thick dreads shifting with the movement. You had to stop yourself from smiling brightly.

This wasn’t over. You pushed off of the dresser and walked over to the bathroom that was connected. There was a first aid kit somewhere in here.

It didn’t take long for you to return back to her side with the supplies. Carefully, you opened the box to show her the contents. “This is a first aid kit. It medical supplies so I-“ the box was swiped from your hands and into hers. You jerked your arms back and checked for any injuries. Nothing. You relaxed and watched as she dug through to find what she wanted.

With a sigh, you left again to get a bowl and some towels. Those wounds of her weren’t bleeding heavily anymore but they still needed to be cleaned up. You stepped back towards her timidly and showed off what you had. With a jerk of her head, she motioned for them to be set off to the side. You raised a brow but placed the bowl on the nightstand. The towels were tossed next to her.

The creature had its eyes on you again. Now, in the light of the cabin, you realized they were purple! A beautiful shade that easily caught your attention. But, you shook yourself free from your thoughts. She had lowered head, body tense, ready to lunge. Curses were forming in your brain as you stepped away from her, arms raised.

She followed your every move but never made one of herself. When you got to the door, she released a deadly snarl. Your first reaction was to slam the door closed. The cabin went quiet, besides the low crackling of the dying fire outside.

Okay then. You popped your lips and tried to piece the whole the situation together. What had you just done? All you could do was stare blankly at the closed door for a few long, unspeakable minutes. Then, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and trudged outside. The fire couldn’t be left out to burn all night.

By the fire again, you plopped down on a wooden bench and stared into the flickering flames. Next to you was the discarded sketch book and pencil. They felt heavier in your hands after picking them back up.

What had you done? Why was your heart so naïve to these things?! A wounded creature – or whatever that thing is – isn’t something you bring inside of your house? Cabin? Whatever. You groaned and cradled your head into your hands. “What am I going to do?” The things had kicked you out of your own cabin after you offered it shelter and medical supplies.

It’s a mother though, in labor. That thought pulled at your heart strings, making you feel horribly guilty. A hand ran through your locks of hair. Tomorrow is a new day. Could you even sleep while knowing that thing was in there with you? Was it hungry? You brought it water, though not drink.

Your mind was all over the place, trying to decipher the next course of action for the upcoming day. As you sat, alone, you felt eyes on you. Immediately, your head whipped up to find the window to the bedroom. There, in the dim light of the room, was the creature, watching you. Did it need something?

Both of your legs strained under your body but carried you to the bedroom door. Softly, your knuckles racked against the wood. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, ear listening for movement.

Then, the door was ripped open. In a bout of terror, you reeled away, back slamming into the wall behind you and gasped harshly.

From many moments ago, the mother’s body was fairly cleaned up now. This allowed you to notice the fact she wore no shirt to cover her enlarged breasts. A squeak passed your lips. You shied your eyes away to look at the floor, stupid as it might be.

The creature huffed before making a clicking noise of sorts. Your eyes darted up to her face for only a second. She sighed once more. A warm, massive hand wrapped around your bicep and tugged you into the room. You released a yelp and squirmed in her hold. “Hey, wait! Please don’t hurt me,” you pleaded and did everything in your power to get free.

It took a fraction of her strength to push you back into a wall and effectively pinning you there. Instinctively, you bowed your head, body shaking like a left on a tree.

Nothing was done to you. Untensing a little, you glanced up at the towering figure as she peered down at you. Despite no words, her actions spoke loudly. She wasn’t going to hurt you. Your body relaxed, for the most part. “So, uh, what do you need?” you questioned and clutched your sketch book to your chest.

She stepped away from you and partially turned her back towards you. It was still a mess of wounds and glowing blood. “You want me to help you?” Stupid to ask as she was wanting you to already. Your nerves were getting the best of you.

Despite looking like nothing from this world, she expressed a deadpanned look. “Okay, okay, sorry. Just wanted to make sure. Alright?” You held up your hands, one holding the book. She snorted airily before grunting, claws flexing.

You cleared your throat. “If you don’t mind me asking… how far along are you?” A coppery taste touched your buds the longer you worried at your lips. She took a momentary pause before pointing at the ground. For a second, it was hard to figure out what she was doing. “Oh! Now, now. Got it…” So, you were right.

Before you had a chance to move away from the wall, a deadly hand encased your throat and pinned you hard against. A threatening, bone chilling snarl ripped from her throat next to your ear. The warning loud and clear. Then, she backed away and sat down on the bed. Like nothing had happened.

After shoving your heart back into your chest from your throat, you shakily walked up to her. Her back was facing you, allowing you to see all the past scars and new wound decorating it. A part of you wanted to reach out and touch them but reframed from doing that.

Fairly enough, the sheets were barely contaminated by her blood. A part of you appreciated that. Less of a job to clean up later. The towels you’ve given her earlier were half used, soaked in neon green blood. You grabbed a clean one, dipped it in the semi dirty water, before reaching out towards her back. “I’m going to touch your back now, okay?” you stated and only moved when given permission to wipe off her back.

Stroke after delicate stroke, dried and wet blood was washed away. The hours of the night went on as you worked on stitching close any large cut. Glancing at one of the round wounds in her back, you noticed something lodged in it. Carefully, you plucked a pair of tweezers and let her know your intentions.

It was delicate work to pull the unknown object from her flesh. Finally, you were able to get a good grasp and tugged it free. More blood gushed out. You placed a clean towel with even pressure on the newly opened wound.

In the grasp of the tweezers… was a bullet. You dropped it by accident but froze up. Something had shot her. Fear battled anger. Who in the hell shot her?! That meant someone trespassed onto your property to injure her. Your hands shook from boiling rage as new light shined on the situation. Someone had shot a mother. A clearly pregnant mother!

Instead of letting yourself get distracted, you focused back on the task on hand. It wasn’t long before the wounds were cleaned and covered. You stepped away from the lumbering giant, hands and clothing soaked with her blood. A shower was desperately needed after this has passed. “How do you feel?”

She turned around to face you, legs hanging over the edge of the bed now. A deep breath filled her lungs. The creature carefully stretched out her muscles to test her ability. Once she seem satisfied, she nodded her head. Either in gratitude or acknowledgment, you didn’t know. “Are you hungry?” This made her stop to think for a moment then nodded again.

Okay, communication was achievable, thankfully. You pressed your lips together in thought. “So… what do you eat?” Downright, she looked to be a predator with the size of those teeth. No herbivore on this planet had teeth like that. “I’m guessing meat?” Another nod.

Meat was something you could do. Right as you were about to leave, a thought came to mind. “Raw or cooked?” You realized your mistake. “Raw?” A nod. Makes sense.

You dug through the fridge and pulled out meat you were thinking of cooking up tonight. Someone else was in dire need of it. So, you go back to the bedroom and offered it to you. “Does this work? It’s all I have.” She took it.

Like the meat eater she is, the mother tore into the packaging and consumed the meat quickly. In such a quick manner, you didn’t have time to even get a word out. Hopefully, that could tie her over for a while. But she was eating for two, soon to be one. That reminded you of the other dire situation occurring in her belly.

Nervously, you scratched at the back of your neck. “So, the baby? You said you were having it now… is there anything I could do to help?” She stared at you. If this was the answer you were getting, then that means nothing to you. You sighed and picked up the sketch book from the dresser. “Okay, I’ll just be in the living room if you need me.”

Just like you said, you returned to the living, book in hand. Despite the weariness in your bones trying to drag you to sleep, you sat on the couch, sketching. Your pencil danced across the paper with an easer to sometimes chance it.

A piercing roar rattled your cabin. You awoke with a jolt, head whipping up to figure what was happening. A pencil stuck to your face fell down into the open sketch.

Pained, wheezing gasps and growls sounded from the only bedroom. You flinched at the sound of torture in the room. No wonder why the birth rate was on a decline.

Against your better judgement, you stalked over to the opened door and peered around the corner. Next to the bed was the creature, standing two wobbling legs. One of her hands was gripping the headrest so hard it had left a handprint in the metal. Her other hand was tearing into the drywall. You swallowed, throat bobbing as you observed the laboring mother, unsure on how to help. Your first mistake was to take a breath in to speak.

Her head snapped over to you. Shit. A deafening roar shook the house to its foundation. The mother pushed off of the wall and marched over to you. Like the prey you are, you were frozen to your spot. This thing stop right in front of your trembling form and roar right in your face. Spit flying to land on your skin as she huffed and puffed with caged anger.

Deep in your chest, you find your voice timidly. “Wha-what can I-I do to, to help?” is all you can say for the life of you.  The creature snarled threatening and took another step forward. Was this your demise? A lesson you weren’t going to learn from.

Her threatening display was done. She went over to the bed, knelt down, and rested her upper half on top of it.  With a sigh, you left but only to return with your sketch book. You didn’t know if she wanted someone to be in the room with her as this went only. If you were in a situation like this, you would like to have some comfort, even if it was a stranger.

Due to the way she didn’t react, you guessed it was okay with her. More hours of the night went along until the morning sun rose in the dawn. It took all of your effort to stay away during the process.

Once the night became day, you heard a shrill, squeaky, loud cry. Your head shot up, knocking against the wall behind you. The pain was brushed off as you watched the new mother cradle a sticky, gross green blob in her arms and flop against the bed. She purred a low noise to the baby and clicked to it, mandibles twitching playfully.

A wide smile broke across your face at the endearing sight. The sketch book in hand was closed and set off to the side but you stayed where you were. This was a mother and baby moment, you weren’t going to disrupt that by moving. The poor mother had gone through enough within the last twenty-four hours. She didn’t need the stress of you moving around.

The mother turned her head over to you and locked eyes. You tensed, unsure of her intentions. To break the ice, you spoke up softly. “Quite a cutie?” you tried but a loud knocking scared you.

Immediately, the creature snarl and cradled her baby closer all the while attempting to stand. You need to sooth her rose. You put your hands out as if calming a wild animal. “Wait, wait! Don’t! Let me go check it out, okay? Stay here and quiet,” you said and walked out of the room after she didn’t make any more moves to get up.

All the living room curtains were closed still from the night. The curtain next to the front door was white and let you see the outline of someone. Shit. Fuck! Mentally, you cursed up a storm as you tried to think of a good reason on why any one would be out here. Then, the creature popped into your mind. The bullet holes. She was being hunted. And these people were the hunters.

Determination flooded your system. You marched back into the bedroom, bypassing the confused but protective look on the mother’s face, and went up to the nightstand. In there was a gun your father kept up here all the time. In case of an emergency. This was one. You pulled the weapon out and checked it out. It had bullets in it. You turned to the mother. “Stay in here, please. I’ll deal with them, alright?”

The window caught your attention. You rushed over and closed the curtain. Luck had to be on your side.

Please.

[oriandcate]

The List of Raw Quotes immortalized by the Internet:

“People who value any aspect of creation would do well not to pit gods against one another.”

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” 

“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.”

“Then perish.”

“I have been through Hell and come out singing.”

“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”

“Do you think God stays in Heaven because He too lives in fear of what He created?”

“To become god is the loneliest achievement of all.”

“You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.”

“This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.”

“Impudent of you to assume that I will meet a mortal end.”

“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.”

“Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.”

“One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.”

“Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?”

“Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.”

“Pick a god and pray.”

“We deserve a soft epilogue, my love.”

“We are the timeline that God has abandoned.”

“Pick a Hell and rot there.”

“Every day we stray further from God’s light.”

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

“I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”

“The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math.”

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight as I always have.”

“I am a monument to all your sins.”

“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.”

“You’re rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, my friend.”

“The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.”

“I don’t believe in divine retribution, but then life throws people like you at me.”

“God wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.”

“The fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us.”

“I’ve got a date with destiny, and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss.”

“Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.”

“To sit still is to submit to a god who cannot stand to see such power in potentia mere inches from realizing itself and overcoming him.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“…but sadly I am only a little bug and you are a garden.”

“In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

“So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.”

“…For they are a scoundrel and a foul beast of fields untouched by green.”

“Do you not think that Satan, too, has some affection for the inhabitants of Hell?”

“Does poetry flourishing even in the cracks and grime of the world devalue its beauty? Is the divine rendered plain when it becomes commonplace? Would you have the sublime subjected to the gatekeeping of a self-serving elite? Better it should be used and misused as us absurd commoners see fit.”

“Lock your doors and windows. God will forgive your absence.”

“I stand here, a fool of my own making.”

“Canon is but the sandbox in which I strike lightning to form glass. Trouble me no more with your quibbling and quorums, lest I grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend.”

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

“’It’s not that deep.’ Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.”

“Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.”

“Some things don’t belong on this plane of existence and the universe conspires to correct that.”

“Weird is a prerequisite to all things good and entertaining.”

“The sunrise has never caught me sleeping.”

“People are trying to be right no matter how wrong they are, I am here, accepting my primal desires.”

“Swear all you want, but the gods have shut their ears.”

“Tis the nature, curse, and cure of humanity to be forever attracted to the abyss.”

“If you hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough, eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. Keep whacking.”

“If we built a tower of Babel, in this day and age, no one would stop us. We would build, and build, and one day inevitably breach the gates of heaven. And we would send in a probe, and then an exploratory team, clad in hazmat suits and protective gear, to enter the gates, and lo! before them would be a great, winding mass, a crumbling chitinous mountain range, a swooping winding wormous cavern, pale and sickly and turned to dust. And we will understand why no one stopped us: it will be the exoskeleton of God.”

“I must make time fear me most.”

“My third eye is open but damn it needs a monocle.”

“Some sins follow us, trotting along and planting themselves in dark corners, high shelves, gathering dust like a forgotten potted ficus, forever a part of the inner scenery of our minds. They thrive there. In the dark. Knowing we will someday stumble in. This is why ‘tis unwise to explore the inner chambers of our souls.”

“Ideals are made of gold and light, but human lives are made of blood and tears, and spill with slippery ease; choose carefully what hills to build and die upon.”

“I shall dig my very own shallow grave. Onward.”

“Confidence! A fool’s substitute for intelligence!”

“Weird hill to die on, but at least you’re dead.”

“Our paths may have crossed briefly, but you’ve still had the misfortune of knowing me.”

“What’s a little blood and bone? We all come down to it, in the end.”

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain.”

“War allows us to dress our monsters up as saviors, and many would say I’m one of those monsters.”

“You haven’t learned anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding.”

“In the future, you will stand at the grave of God which I dug, weeping, and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death, but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury.”

“I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make God cry.”

“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.”

“Here’s the thing about a haunted forest: it’s not going to haunt itself.”

“Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.”

“I shall use your voice for violin string and serenade your widow.”

“If God had wanted you to live he would not have created me.”

“I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise.”

“If I cannot bend heaven, then I will raise hell.”

“Remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the Devil, eventually he may answer.”

"No one of honor is interred here. The dead are raw materials, and nothing more."

"That there is a feller what sat down on a snake in the grass one day, and it ain't crawled outta his asshole yet."

"Pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell."

"All these moments will be lost in time; like tears, in the rain."

"To feel sorrow is to deserve peace."

"No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle."

"There is no light at the end of this tunnel; so it's a good thing we brought matches."

"The answer to despair is action."

"You'll be reduced down to a single atom when I'm done with you."

"What's at the end of a million? Zero, zero, zero; big old hole, with a wall around it. That's all a bank is, you know: a great big old hole you throw money into, and all it ever seems to do is make the walls higher."

"Always strive to eat the stars."

"Why would you want to savor the taste of poison?"

"The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all."

"It is better to die standing than to live kneeling."

"The anger in your heart warms you now, but it will leave you cold in your grave."

"Darkness without light is an abyss; light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side."

"We can't have faith for everybody."

"Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you won."

"To rend one's enemies is to view them as objects: hollow of existence and meaning."

"Your soul sparks with a nonsense that makes this world bearable."

"He ain't one of the creatures God made."

“The unconscious hides in a language like a thief hides a diamond in a chandelier.”

“I just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones I ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun.”

“I pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small.”

“That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.”

 “If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.”

“Stupid should hurt.”

“do you think god is nuclear. do you think you cannot look upon deities the same way you cannot look at the center of a mushroom cloud. do you think the energy generated from fission is released from divine clutches. do you think that god exists in the space between the nucleus and the electrons and in the bonds of compounds and in the numbers on the page that got us there. do you think radiation is a warning. do you think it is an eraser. do you think it is wrath or a mistake or a byproduct of entropy. do you think god is plasma, where electrons are wherever you want them to be. do you think that we were supposed to find this out.”

“If you aren’t worthy enough to pull the sword, be strong enough to lift the stone.”

“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“Despite everything, its still you.”

“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less it will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”

“My mother says kissing a man without a mustache is like eating eggs without salt.”

“A character is a ghost, a story is what it haunts.”

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.”

“The gods did not breathe the breath of life into us and give us gifts of a shape, a will, and a voice just so we could pay bills and die”

“you gotta have friends who are older than you, not because you’re a dumb kid, but because you’ll be terrified of growing up otherwise.”

“you’ve made me so hard i beg for softness”

“Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you.”

“Being able to endure something does not equal an obligation to withstand it.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“I am a chewy rubber Polly Pocket skirt and God is a four year old girl.”

“The big picture is made up of brush strokes, fool.”

“Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.”

“these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant”

“The board is getting dusty but the boogeyman has not yet blinked. when he does, you better make that move.”

“And when we kill the gods neither heaven nor hell will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us.

“What makes a man a warrior is his willingness to place himself between what he holds dear and anything that threatens it. This is the way.”

“The anchor gives the ship the world to love.”

“In a society where adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“You pretended to be the hero of a story you never saved.”

“this world is a banquet of knowledge and each of us has brought a dish to the table.”

“This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving.”

“The ghosts that inhabit this place are more alive than you’ll ever be.”

“May the only thing that dampens the flames of hell for you be God spitting in your face.”

[bordysbae]

Being at the lake house and dating Brendan and showing some pda every once in a while. But you’re Luke’s twin and so you have all of your protective brothers always around trying to stop you two for doing anything

“pda”

brendan brisson x hughes!reader

word count: 1.1k

you’ve known brendan for many many years since you guys are family friends, but he’s always just been a friend to your brothers, and nothing special to you. but all that changed when you started college at umich.

you and your twin brother luke both attend the university of michigan. you and luke have always been attached at the hip and definitely have separation anxiety from each other, so getting into the same college was good for you both, and came as a shock to no one.

at first luke was pissed when you and brendan started dating. he knows how brendan can be when it comes to girls, and the last thing he would ever want is for you to get hurt. but he learned to accept it when he saw just how adamant you were about brendan. after that, you and brendan started dating during first semester, and now it’s currently summer break.

every summer break has always been spent at the lake house, and every year the teammates and friends who get brought along to the house varies. this year instead of bringing one of your friends, you decided to bring brendan. of course this is beneficial to everyone, since luke brought some of the other umich guys along too, but brendan promised to pay attention to you as well as the other guys.

and best believe you have his attention.

you walk out onto the deck where some of the boys are either lounging or playing monopoly. you remove your t-shirt, but leave on your jean shorts, revealing your brand new baby pink bikini top. you can feel brendan’s eyes on you as you fold up your t-shirt and place it on top of the deck railing. you walk over to the wicker couch where brendan is sat, with ethan and luke on his other side. “y/n! play monopoly with us!” luke exclaims. “okay, i’ll be on brens team” “oh of course you chose brendan over me” luke rolls his eyes, making everyone laugh including you.

“come sit” brendan pats his leg, since the other spots on the couch and chairs are taken up by jack, luke, ethan, and trevor. you gently sit on his lap, earning the death glare from both luke and jack. you bite your lip to hide your laugh, as you look through the money that you and brendan have. brendan places his head on your shoulder, and you run your hands through his soft brown hair, and he places a few soft kisses on your bare shoulder as you do so.

luke continues to try and ignore the times you guys show pda every so often during the game, but you see him and jack sharing glances every once in a while. quinn, brady tkachuk, and cole caufield walk out onto the porch and quinn’s eyes are instantly drawn to you being sat on brendan’s lap.

“um, heyyy guys.” cole says awkwardly, as he sees the way your older brothers are all looking at each other. “coley and brady! hi guys” you exclaim as you rise up off of brendan’s lap. you rush over to cole claiming you have a tiktok you’re dying to show him, but you really don’t. you just needed and excuse to get away from the awkward moment with your brothers, and cole knows that. you decide it’s best if you quit the monopoly game and tan instead, so that way your brothers don’t end up putting brendan in a chokehold.

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later that night after dinner, you all decide to go make s’mores by the fire pit. of course there’s not enough chairs, so like before, you’re sat on brendan’s lap. trevor, brady, and ethan are sat on the grass, while luke, jack, quinn, and cole all have their own chairs.

you’re in one of brendan’s hoodies and a pair of sleep shorts. your head rests on brendan’s shoulder as luke and jack tell embarrassing stories about quinn. brady begins to chime in telling stories from when him and quinn were roomates, and you begin to crack up laughing. brendan can’t help but look at you as you laugh, a smile growing across his face.

“what? do i have something on my face?” you whisper to him, instantly wiping your mouth. “no no you don’t, don’t worry” he chuckles as he removes your hand from your face, interlacing your fingers together. “then what were you looking at?” you ask, your guys’ tone still remaining so that only you can hear each other. “i was just watching you laugh, i think it’s so cute how your head falls back and your cheeks turn a little pink” he admits, instantly making you blush and hide your face.

“no idea what brendan just said to y/n, but i bet it was something disgusting” jack groans. “i bet he was confessing his undying love for her” luke chimes in. instantly the group of boys around you erupts into theories of what brendan had told you, and before you know it you guys are being mimicked. your cheeks must be beet red at this point.

“oh brendan i just love you sooo much! kiss me!” jack says to trevor in a very high pitched voice. “oh y/n, i love you even more! i love you to the moon and back, times 100!” trevor replies, leaning in for a kiss from jack. you quickly get up from the chair and gently push trevor and jacks faces apart, just before their lips can get any closer. you roll your eyes at jack and flip him and trevor off.

“uh hello! jack whenever you would bring girls over i would never make fun of you!” you groan. “uh yeah, you would?! you and luke would always bully the crap out of me! remember when you scared that one girl i was talking to away?! i’ll never forgive you for that” he says, pointing a finger between you and luke. “oh suck it up, she was annoying anyways” you chuckle, seeing luke nod in agreement.

“i’ve never been more glad to have gotten out of the house when i did” quinn says, taking a sip of his drink. “don’t even get me started on you quinny! remember when i caught you and-“ “that’s enough from you missy! isn’t it past your bedtime?” quinn says, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment,

“CAUGHT HIM DOING WHAT?” cole and brendan say, obviously very intrigued. “don’t you dare say anything! we’ll stop bullying you i promise, please just be quiet this once!” quinn pleads. “woah woah, who said we were gonna stop!” luke complains, waving his hand between him and jack.

silly moments like this have always been what your summers have looked like, and you’d never trade it for the world.

[hanasnx]

if i built a raft, will you stay with me then?

WARNINGS: mention of reader having hair long enough to catch and yank | hair pulling | angst no comfort | mild violence | psychological warfare | vader!anakin.

Dark, warm, and comfortable. Your sleeping body tucked within itself, rising and falling so peacefully. ANAKIN SKYWALKER had crept inside the room, crawled to lay alongside you, but that was ages ago. No sleep is in his eyes, only a blue fire in his chest, dulled by your flowery scent. 

Not even the Pillars of Creation could be as beautiful as you, he thinks. Inclining towards you, soaking up your sunlight, your presence feeds him. As quiet as a field mouse, he dare not disturb you, lest the hawk hear and snatch you up. Separating you from him. 

To separate… to be separate. Apart. Has he done that himself? Is he the hawk? A question that begs for reconsideration, tearing at the walls of his mind as you thrash in his grip. 

“You monster! You insane, hopeless, crazy monster!” you cry, your halting words faltering into delicacy with each passing syllable. Your once sugar-sweet voice, that serenaded him into complacency, is now a grating, desperate scream. It feathers out as the acceptance of your fate seals itself unwillingly, choking back sobs. 

His outstretched hand encloses into a fist, one finger at a time. The shuttle you’d prepared for your escape, dents within itself. 

“No! Stop!” you plea, and you dive for it. As if you could shield it with your body. His grasp on you is unforgiving, and to discipline you for your attempt, he uses your momentum against you. Digits twisting into your flowing hair, yanking you back to him as you yelp, and you land against his chest, disoriented; the burn in your scalp pacifies you briefly. The metal creaks in pain, its execution interrupted. Anakin stoops, catching you and swiftly fixing you over his shoulder. The impact of his shoulder against your gut expels a grunt from your lips, but you recover yourself. Unable to conjure any other plan, you aimlessly writhe. Pinned, his thick arm fastens around your thighs, and he ignores your hollow strikes at his lower back.

Undeterred, his newfound anger only aids him in completing his endeavor, your ship collapsing entirely, crushed under the weight of Anakin’s immense Force pressure. As if it is as thin as an aluminum can. Fat, hot tears well up at the sound of your last hope extinguishing like a candle’s flame in the rain. Defeated, the heels of your hands dig into your eyes, squeezing out sparkling tears, pitted-pattering onto the floor below. Your sob intensifies as you listen helplessly to the shuttle howling against the deck, screeching while Anakin marches forward, tipping its weight over the edge of the platform. Uncontrollably sniffling, unable to catch your breath, you’re wracked with despair, and you flinch at the crash caused by his misdeeds. 

Your escape, destroyed. The surge of overwhelming emotion spills out of you in sobs, as Anakin returns to his base, with you in hand, retreating from the fiery inferno that was once your transport. 

Is he the hawk? he shakes the thought away.

[fangsp1der-2099]

“You Really are Beautiful in the Rain”

Sanji x gn!reader

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| Navigation | warnings: none! | a/n: live action Sanji is actually corrupting my life at this point. | tags 🏷️ @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

The pitted-patter of the rain against the ship’s deck had always comforted you. That’s why you were leaning against the rails of ‘The Going Merry’. You take in the mixed sent of the rain and the salty sea air. But then another sent came along. Smoke? You turn around to see Sanji trying but failing to light a cigarette. “You do realise water puts out fire right?” You cross your arms and let out a soft chuckle. “Obviously. Nami kicked me out because the smoke was ‘distracting’ her.” He huffs and stands next to you. “What are you doing out here anyway?” He tilts his head back and you see the rain drops slide from his forehead to his nose, then to his chin and finally down his neck. You gulp at the sight. “Well I was just enjoying the rain.” You become flustered. He simply nods.

“You look beautiful in the rain,” he moves closer to you, too close, “actually you’re always beautiful.” He puts a hand onto your cheek. “Sanji stop.” You move his hand away. “I’m not an idiot I know what you’re like. You flirt with anything that has a pulse.” He seems taken aback by your words. “No you don’t get it sweetheart, I think you’re the most beautiful person to ever exist.” You blush at his words, his hand becomes closer again and strokes your lips ever so softly.

“Please, let me love you.” He leans in closer, you close your eyes and his lips connect with yours. The kiss is slow and soft, the best kiss you had ever received. It tastes of love and smoke and rain.

“Love me Sanji.” He kisses you again. “You really are beautiful in the rain sweetheart.” He takes your hand and strokes your knuckles with his gentle fingers. The rain really was comforting.

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a/n : got something real spicy coming up soon so look out 👹. Hope you enjoyed 💞

[leelei1980]

Cabin Fever🌶️

🚤- Prompt for @oneforthemunny ‘s Summer Writing Game

🛑Mature Content- 18+Smut Warning- Minors DNI🛑

TW: P in V ( Remember to wrap before ya tap people), fingering, oral- I think that covers all the bases!

" This weekend is going to be absolutely perfect." You smile as you throw your suitcase into the back of Eddies van.

Steve Harrington had graciously offered that you and Eddie stay at his Parents cabin on Lovers Lake, no one else was using it and he knew that the two of you could use a little time away but couldn't really afford to go anywhere, so this was perfect. This meant that you would be watching the Sunrise and set on the lake from your own Private beach, on your own private dock and Steve even threw in the use of his Father’s boat.

The week had been long and work had been rough , but none of that mattered now. You were going to be spending a nice , quiet, well maybe not quiet, relaxing weekend away with Eddie Munson.

" You packed an entire suitcase full of clothes, Sweetheart? That might be overkill, I don't think you'll be wearing much this weekend." Eddie smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close.

You draped your arms around his neck and lightly kissed his lips. " I'm sure I won't, but I packed an awful lot of pretty little things. A variety of lacy, silky things, because a girl has got to have options."

" I really like the sounds of that." He leaned in and kissed you again, then slapped your ass." Let's not waste any time!" Eddie threw in a small backpack with his belongings then shut the back door. He walked around and opened the side door for you." Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

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The log cabin was absolutely gorgeous. It blew your mind how someone could own such a beautiful property and not use it. There was a spacious porch on the front, a fire pit with Adirondack chairs around it, hammocks, and as promised a private beach with a dock, and a really nice boat tied to it.

" So this will do." Eddie surveyed the property, hands on hips a big smile on his face. " If the outside is this nice imagine what the inside looks like."

" Let's go find out!"

You ran up the deck and Eddie opened the door with the key that Steve gave him.

" Holy shit."

It was absolutely amazing inside. Big stone fireplace, and beautiful living area ,nice kitchen with shiny new appliances. You ran down the hallway hand in hand and looked in the master bedroom, it was huge with a four post bed, attached bathroom with a huge tub.

" How can someone have all this and not use it? This is fucking amazing."

" I'm totally taking a bubble bath in that tub!"

" I am totally fucking you in that giant bed! And in front of the fireplace-"

" Absolutely. Baby, this is going to be the best weekend ever."

Eddie clapped his hands together. "Let's get this party started."

You went out and unloaded the van, bringing in our food and clothing and got it put away in record time.

" Why don't you go run us some bath water Sweetheart and I will get a fire started for when we get out."

You raised an eyebrow at him." Do you know how to start a fire?"

Eddie scoffed." Do I know how to start a fire. Did Wayne not tell you about my pyro stage when I was younger?"

You laugh." No!"

" Oh yeah, you know that shed behind the trailer?"

You furrowed your eyebrows together. "I don't remember seeing a shed-"

" That's because it isn't fucking there, I accidentally burnt it down when I was 12. I was fucking around with some matches and a roman candle firework I bought from a kid at school. I lit the fucker, it shot off into the shed and it caught on fire. I was so fucking scared, I tried to put it out with the hose but I couldn't. The neighbor called the fire department and I had to call Wayne at work and tell him what I did."

You smiled." What a little Shit!"

" I promise I won't burn the place down."

" Ok, I trust you." You went into the kitchen and popped open a bottle of champagne that you brought and rummaged through the cupboards for some fancy flutes. " I will meet you in the tub."

" Be right there Princess!"

The bath was heavenly, soaking while being wrapped in Eddie's arms. Between the tub and the Champagne you were completely relaxed. It was wonderful. And now it was time to surprise Eddie with a racy little number from overpacked suitcase. You decided on a red silk nighty and a matching red thong. You loved the way the material felt against your skin.

" Hey big boy, you got room for one more down there?"

Eddie was sitting on a blanket that he had laid out in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a robe and drinking the last of the champagne when he looked over and saw you. You could see his eyes widen to the size of saucers in the firelight.

" Holy shit Kitten, you look fucking exquisite."

You smiled." This old thing?" You slowly walked over than knelt down next to him on the blanket.

He licked his lips, then reached out and cradled your breasts in his hands.The soft silk brushing against your breast automatically made your nipples hard.

" Fuck Sweetheart." He scrambled to his knees and brushed the hair off your shoulder,slid the strap of your nighty down and started kissing your neck. "Your so fucking soft, " he murmured into your skin." and you smell so fucking good, I could eat you right up." He lightly bit your shoulder and it sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his hands under the silk sliding the nightgown up and over your head. His eyes roamed all over your body, and though he had seen you like this many times before, his expression, the look in his eyes was always like he was seeing you for the first time. It was so sweet. And then he comes out with, " Your wearing a fucking thong? Jesus Christ! Do you know what your doing to me?"

You laugh." Why do you think I'm wearing it Eds? But honestly, I don't know why I even bother wearing any of this stuff. I put it on and you literally take it off 2 seconds later. Some of those outfits take forever to put on-"

" Those fucking corsets. Look so fucking hot but take so fucking long to unhook. 50 clasps keeping me from one of the things I love the most."

" I remember the time you lost your shit trying to unhook them in a hurry.You kept fumbling-"

" Like a fucking amateur. I just wanted your titties so fucking bad-"

" That you cut the corset off with scissors! I got that little number specifically for Valentine's Day-"

" I know darling, it was in the heat of the moment. I apologized."

" You did. Don't worry, everything I packed for this weekend is easy access."

Eddie smirked." Can you do me a favor Sweetheart?"

You raise an eyebrow at him. " Always, what is it?"

" Turn around so I can see that sweet ass."

" Take off your robe and I will."

" So demanding, I like it." He smiled. His robe was off in seconds and then it was your turn.

You slowly turn your back to him, lean forward and stretch like a kitten, ass in the air. You hear a rumble from deep in his chest and you smile to yourself, you knew exactly what you were doing. You turned and looked over shoulder at him, biting your lip and the expression on his face was priceless.

He was a total goner. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, hands reaching out in slow motion.

" Baby, you still with me?"

" Your so fucking hot. " he snapped out of it and ran his hand over the rounds of your ass. He looked up at you, biting his lip.

" Go ahead and slap it, I know you want to."

He smiled and slapped your ass. The sting of it sent a rush through your body. " I'm going to tear that fucking thong off you with my teeth-"

You snickered. " I'm waiting."

" Your so fucking cheeky tonight." He slaps your ass again and you whimper but not from pain, he softy rubs at the handprint that he left. " Ya good Princess?"

" I'd be better if you were fucking me."

You looked back over your shoulder and winked.

Eddie smirked." Your driving me insane." He pressed himself up against you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up so that your back was flush with his chest, he ran his hands up your rib cage and squeezed your breasts.

" Mmm, what are you waiting for." You breathe,

He nibbled on your ear." Just contemplating how I'm going to fuck you Doll, do I want to take you from behind, so I can watch your ass bounce as I bury myself deep inside you, or do I flip you over so I can watch you fuckin come undone as I pound into you-"

" Enough chit chat Munson, I want you inside me."

You felt him growl against you and in an instant you were being spun around and laid on the floor. He attacked you with his mouth, kissing and licking and nipping at your skin, starting at your mouth and feverishly working his way down your body, his kisses and nibbles giving you goosebumps. When he reached the waistband of your thong he stopped, looked up at you with his big brown eyes, smiled mischievously and grabbed at the lace with his teeth.

You smiled and kept eye contact with him as he slowly pulled them halfway down with his teeth then slid them off the rest of the way.

" I told you I would tear it off with my teeth." He beamed.

" You sure did baby. You always keep your word."

" Fucking right I do. And now, I'm going to make you cum multiple times, because I'm feeling super generous even though your being extra needy and impatient," he kissed your stomach, then each one of your hips, the mound between your legs, the soft skin of your inner thighs then he slowly licked your slit. " Your fucking soaked Sweetheart." You gasp as he flicks at your clit with his tongue.

" You taste so fucking sweet Princess,"he murmured into you, his breath only intensifying the sensation. Your heart started to race as you felt his hand slide along your inner thigh, his thumb slowly circling your little bud and two of his fingers slipping inside.

" Oh fuck, baby-" you moan , weaving your fingers into his hair, his expert tongue and fingers have your hips bucking up as he lapped and worked his fingers inside you, slightly curling them so that they were hitting just the right spot.

" Eddie, I'm going to cum-"

" Cum Sweetheart," he circled his thumb again and it was enough to send you over the edge. You groaned as your orgasm shook your body," That's it, that's my girl, I've got you, let yourself go."

You felt like you were melting into the the floor, your body limp and loose but still humming with want and need. "Baby, I need you-"

" Don't you worry Darlin, "  Eddie leaned down and lightly kissed the tip of your nose, then your lips. " I made you a promise." He lined up his cock with your entrance and buried himself inside you. He was so hard, and so thick and he filled you so perfectly. You were still so wet that he pounded into you with ease.

" Oh fuck,you feel so fucking good, your perfect, tight little pussy, taking me so fucking well."

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him to you,wanting his body as close to yours as possible, needing that skin to skin contact.

You slid your hand up behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss,tongues swirling,teeth nipping, it was hot and sloppy and it was perfect.

Eddie moaned into your mouth as he slowly rolled his hips into you, his cock gliding along your walls as you clenched around him.

" Fuuuucck-" he mumbled against your lips." Feels so good, so fucking good."

" Mmmmm,Baby." Was all you could manage, you could feel yourself starting to fall apart as he thrusted into you and whispered sweetly into your ear.

" Your so fucking perfect Sweetheart. I love you so fucking much-"

You felt the wave of pleasure wash over you," Eddie, oh god-"

" Is my sweet girl going to cum again?" He continued pounding into you until you both came together.

You pulled his head to your chest and ran your fingers through his hair as you caught your breath. He sighed, satisfied and content.

" Do you know why I love you Edward Herman Munson?"

He laughed." Baby that is not my middle name- "

" Well until you tell me what it really is I will make up a new one every time-"

" It's fuckin dorky, it's embarrassing."

" Can't be any dorkier than the ones I give you- well anyway, Edward Ulysses Munson, do you know why I love you so much?"

" I would love to know, please enlighten me Sweetheart." He slowly rolls off of you and props himself up on his side, facing you eyes half closed with smile on his face.

" I could go on and on, but I will give you the key points, first of all- you are insanely good looking- so fucking sexy, your a bigger nerd than me and I appreciate that, you are a very talented guitarist-"

" Princess your going to make me blush-"

You smile." You have the sweetest smile and the biggest-"

" Cock?"  He interrupts, A shit eating grin spreading across his face.

" I was going to say biggest heart, but yeah, you have a very impressive cock."

" Thanks Doll."

" Welcome Baby. " You lean over and kiss him again because he's just so goddamn adorable you can't help yourself. " I love how-"

" I give you multiple orgasms?"

You chuckle." That too, you are the best lover I have ever had. Your very generous. And I love how you love me."

He rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him." Well that's good Baby , because I plan on loving you for a long, long time."

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That next morning the two of you slept in, made love and lazed around, it was amazing. You made breakfast while Eddie sat outside on the deck, drinking his coffee and playing his acoustic guitar. You watched out the window, lightly strumming and quietly singing and it melted your heart. You loved seeing him relaxed, the man was always wound up.

He smiled when you joined him on the deck with two plates stacked with pancakes .

" Smells so fucking good."

" I put extra syrup on yours, I know you like them super sweet, like me." You wink.

" Fucking right Cupcake." He cut into the hot cakes and took a big bite. His eyes fluttered and and he groaned. " Goddamn Baby, you make a mean pancake."

" My specialty." You take a bite and nod." Yummy."

" So I was thinking maybe after breakfast we could take that sweet ass boat out for a spin?"

" Do you know how to drive a boat?"

" Would I take you out on it if I didn't?"

" Probably, just because I know you want to drive it."

" Baby-"

" Ok we will go for a ride around the lake. I could use a little sun anyway."

Eddie smiled, mouthful of pancakes. "Awesome, will you be the Gilligan to my Skipper?"

" Absolutely."

" Perfect!"

You finished up breakfast,changed into your bathing suits, grabbed a radio and a few other items you knew you might need and you were off. Much to your surprise Eddie seemed to know exactly what he was doing, so you sat back and relaxed and enjoyed the scenery.

The water was calm, and the breeze was cool, it was a beautiful day to be out on Lover's Lake.

" This is so fucking relaxing." Eddie kicked back in his seat and smiled at you.

" Yeah it is, I could totally fall asleep out here." You took the sunblock out of your tote and started applying it. You smirked as you watched Eddies eyes follow your hands as they glided over your body.  You made sure to take your time applying it on your chest, your legs. You went over and straddled his lap, grinding into him as you gently pulled his head forward to put his hair into a messy bun and give him a face full of cleavage. You heard him moan and it brought a smile to your face. " I've got to take care of my Baby."

" Your so fucking good to me Sweetheart."

You grab the sunblock and squirt some into your hand then rub it onto his tatted body, shoulders, chest, abs,his head rolls back as you work further down to his happy trail. His skin was glistening and you could see his core muscles tighten as your hand glided lower towards his waistband. He was so fucking sexy.

You look around, you guys were literally out in the middle of the lake and there was not another boat in sight. You kissed his neck and continued to grind into him. You could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of your bathing suit. The friction, the pornographic sounds spilling from his lips, the " Oh Fuck's.", and "Jesus Christ Princess," as you kissed and nipped and at him , his hands squeezing and pinching your tits was enough to get you off. You groaned as you rolled your hips into him.

" Sweetheart, I'm going to cum in my shorts if you don't stop-"

" Don't cum Eddie," you breathed , "I have plans for that cock." You reached down between the two of you and slid your hand under the waistband of your bathing suit bottom. Your finger slipped easily through your slit and you slowly circled your clit. You groaned.

" Holy shit Princess, I'm so fucking hard right now-" he slid his hands under your bikini top and ran his thumbs over your nipples. That sent your body into a spiral.

You threw your head back." Eddie-"

" Are you cumming? "

You bit your lip and nodded.

" Jesus Christ." Eddie rocked your hips with his big hands as you rode out your orgasm.

You bashfully buried your face in his neck. " I guess I kind of got caught up in the moment Baby, sorry."

" Why are you apologizing. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. When I saw you slip your hand down the front of your bottoms- Fuck Sweets. Can you feel how fucking hard I am?"

" I can, why do you think I got off so quickly. Baby it was hitting just right."

Eddie smiled. "Glad to be of service."

You smiled. " Now it's your turn." You  slid your body off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, disappearing under the hull of the boat.You tugged at his swim trunks and freed his aching cock from its restraints. You didn't waste any time, you kitten licked the tip, lapped at his shaft than took him into your mouth.

" Oh fuck, oh god-" he wound his hand into your hair and lightly guided your head as you bobbed back and forth, taking in as much as you can, eyes watering. " Look at me Darling,-"

You lock eyes as you pull off with a pop then licked the length of his shaft . You saw his eyes flutter but never close. You slide your lips back around his dick.

" God you look pretty with my cock in your mouth. Mmmmm...Fuck."

You cradled his balls in your hand and swirled your tongue. You felt his hips buck, you heard him panting,then you felt his warm release spill down your throat. His body went limp and you looked up to see him sprawled back in his seat.

" How was that Baby?"

" Fucking amazing. Thank you kitten."

You smile up at him then crawled out from under the hull. " It's hot under there, I'm going for a little swim!" You ran than dove off the back of the boat. Moments later you were joined by Eddie. He wrapped his arms around you and you both bobbed along in the water.

You swam until your fingers were wrinkled then boarded the boat again.

“ Want to take another spin around the Lake Sweetheart?” Eddie asked wrapping you in a towel.

“ Aye, Aye Captain!”

“ Well alright, let’s go.” Eddie sat in the driver’s seat and started the boat back up while you got nice and comfy sprawled out on a long bench seat. The wind was in your hair and the sun felt magnificent on your skin. This had been a wonderful day. And then it wasn’t.

The boat started to slow down, started sputtering and chugging. You looked over at Eddie and you could see worry and confusion in his eyes.

“ Eddie, what is happening?”

“ Uhhhhh…not quite sure Sweetheart.” He started frantically pointing at and checking the knobs and dials on the dash. He nervously laughed. “ I, uh, think I figured out the problem Princess. It appears that, ah fuck, we uh, have run out of gas.”

You laugh.” Ha ha Eds, very funny.”

“ Ohhh I’m not joking , Sweets, I wish I were. We are 100% out of gas.” His wide eyes met yours.

“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Eddie? You didn’t check to see how much gas we had before we left?”

Eddie ran his hands over his face in frustration.”No, I didn’t. Harrington said we were all set. What kind of Dumbass leaves someone a boat that doesn’t have a full tank of gas?”

“ Apparently Steve.” You sigh. You really wanted to ask what kind of dumbass takes a boat out without checking the gas but you knew he already felt bad enough about the whole situation so you weren’t about to add salt to the wound. “ So what do we do Eddie?”

“ Fuck Baby, I don’t fucking know. Can you give me a minute Doll? Let me try to to come up with a plan?” He leaned forward and cradled his head in his hands.

“ Absolutely baby.” You went over and rubbed his shoulders, trying to be helpful but also battling with the panic you felt rising in your chest. So you were stuck in the middle of the lake, you hadn’t seen anyone for hours, at least you brought water and snacks in your tote.

You looked around and noticed that there were paddles, but surely the boat was way too heavy to just paddle around. You started searching the boat, looking under every seat, every space until you found an bin with an emergency kit.

“ Well, we have have a flare!” You state trying to sound optimistic.

“ I can’t believe I got us into this fucking mess. Goddamn it! I’m such a dumbass!” Eddie slammed his hands down on the steering wheel .

“ Baby it’s fine, it’s not like we are out on the ocean or marooned on a deserted island.” You went up and kissed the top of his head, then chuckled.” Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip….” You sang the theme song to Gillian’s Island.

“ Jesus,” he laughed. “ Your not supposed to be cheering me up, your supposed to be pissed at me for fucking this up.”

“ Being pissed about it isn’t going to get us to shore, so let’s just chalk it up to us having an adventure.” You reached into your tote bag and pulled out a thermos of water. “ Here, take a drink and eat a snack.”

“ That’s you answer to our emergency?”

“ For now, yup.” You threw him a granola bar and watched him open it and take a bite, than take a sip of water. You started rifling through the emergency bin. “ Fuck yeah!” You smiled as you pulled out a walkie from a backpack. “ What are the chances that there is any charge left in this thing?”

“ I think Harrington took the squirts out fishing last weekend-“ he took it from your hands and turned it on. “ Yes! “ he pushed on the talk button. “Hello? Is anyone there? This is a code red, do you here me? A code red! Henderson? Wheeler? Anybody?”

You waited a moment for a response, and you saw Eddie’s shoulders sink.

“ Eddie? Is that you?” There was a voice on the other end, it sounded like Erica Sinclair.

“ Erica! Is Lucas there? I don’t know how much longer this thing is going to work-“

“ His stupid ass is at Dustin’s house-“

“ Erica, we are stuck in the middle of Lovers Lake, our boat is out of gas-“

“ Your dumbass didn’t check the gauge before you left?”

You laughed. This girl was something else.

“ Clearly I did not. Can you call Steve and let him know we are stranded? We need gas.”

“ Yeah I’ll call him, you owe me Eddie, you owe me ice cream the rest of the summer whenever I want-“

“ Yeah yeah, I get it, just please call Steve.”

“ I will . Your welcome by the way.”

“ Your my hero.”

“ Just sit back and hold your horses. Over and out or whatever your supposed to say.”

A huge wave of relief washed over Eddies face. “ Thank god for fucking Henderson and his goddamn walkies.”

You flopped into a seat,relieved.” Help is on the way. Now we just sit back and wait.” You open a bag of chips and popped on in your mouth.

“ Thank god you kept a cool head Princess.” Eddie comes over to sit beside you.

“ We are in this together Munson.” You put a chip in his mouth and watch him chomp down on it.

“ We are a good team. I’m fucking lucky to have you. “ He kissed your salty chip lips.

“ Maybe you are.” You winked at him.

“ Sooo what are we going to do while we wait?”

“ Snack-“

“ Fuck?” Eddie smirked.

“ How about we save that for when we get back to dry land?”

“ Fair enough.”

The two of you snacked and chatted and laughed and still managed to have a good time despite the circumstances and within an hour and a half Steve and Dustin were heading towards you in a much smaller boat with a gas can.

“ Before you say a goddamn word to me about not checking the tank, let me remind you that you told me I was all set, with everything-“ Eddie pointed at Steve.

“ Yeah , yeah , yeah. I will take partial blame for this one. I forgot that I took the kids out and didn’t refill the tank. But don’t worry, I will have you up and running again in minutes.”

Steve definitely knew what he was doing and had the boat primed and ready to go in no time.

“ You guys enjoying the cabin? I don’t need any of the horny details-“ Steve put his hands out in front of him.

“ It’s been amazing. Thank you so much. It’s just what we needed. “ You smiled at him.” I promise we will leave it spotless.”

“ Don’t worry about it, we’ll just call the maid that we have come and clean it after it gets used-“

You raised your eyebrows at him.” You have a maid?”

“ Yeah, she’s more like a cleaning lady-“

“ Same thing-“ Dustin scoffed.

“ She stops in and checks on the place from time to time, stocks it when she knows my parents are going to be there.”

“ Ahhh, to be rich.” Eddie snorted.“ Oh, by the way, which room is yours?”

“ Why do you need to know that?”

“ Because I want to snoop around in your drawers-“

“ You want to fuck on my bed! You dirty fucking dog ! Nope, no way! First the chair in my room, then my pool house, I’m not going to let you taint my cabin bedroom too. I’m going to beat you back to the cabin and lock the door to my room-“

“ Your going to beat me back there in that little dingy? Good luck.”

You rolled you eyes and Eddie laughed.

You knew Eddie was just trying to rile Steve up, it was what he did best.

“ I mean it Eddie, stay out of my room!”

Eddie smiled at me. “ Better hold on Sweetheart.”

“ You should atleast give him a head start. It would be the sportsman like thing to do.”

“ Your right. Ok Harrington, you get a head start.”

Steve fired up his motor and took off, causing Dustin to fall back into the seat. You laughed when Dustin cursed.

“ Out of respect we can’t have sex in his room, he was nice enough to let us use the cabin-“

“ I agree but he doesn’t need to know that. There are plenty of other places we can fuck in that house.”

“ Your so romantic.”

He gave you a shit eating grin.” That’s why you love me. Now hold on baby, we are going to see what this boats got.” He cupped his hands around his mouth.” Ready or not, here we come!”

As always I love comments and re-blogs❤️Thanks for reading ❤️

[misspearly1]

Kinda loving 31 & 68 of the smut prompts for our baby Joel of course 🤤

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 🤤 I'm loving these! 😈

Alright, listen closely. I've been burnt out on smut because of kinktober - understandably, it was a whole month riding the smut train - but these prompts? ESPECIALLY NO. 68?? Omg. Chy, your first request has left me complete mess. Kinktober is to blame also, but these two prompts you've chosen for Joel pair so well and I've mentioned to you before about how much I love ✨performing ✨ so prompt no.68 was just perfectly bringing me out of feeling burnt out and feeding my kinks!

If you have anything that you'd like me to write for, don't hesitate to send them in, my love. My inbox is still open for more Requests with Supplied Prompts and they're still open for general requests too! I love you so much for sending this in. I needed this smut for Joel. 🥰❤️

Play With You

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader 

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established Relationship. Joel playing the gee-tar. Fluff to start off with then Smut. Lots of detailing on Joel's manhood. Oral Sex (M receiving). Deep throating. Gagging. Choking. Dirty Talk. Praise Kink. Mentions of Sex. Hints of Dominant Joel. Reader being a big tease.

Prompts: “But baby, I want to play with you.” // “Kneel” 

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It’s just so beautiful to sit and watch Joel play the guitar; losing himself to the song as he moves his head or taps his foot to the beat. The sweet melodic riffs he creates are euphonious to your ears and his deep mellifluous singing voice is soothing. 

You never grow tired of watching him each and every time he reaches for his six string. It’s a similar feeling Joel gets when watching you get dressed for special occasions, starting with gazing at you in the shower, then applying body lotion all over your skin before sitting in front of the mirror to watch you doll up your face and hair a little. The man loves it. There’s just something so sexy about you getting dressed that turns him on. 

Sitting on the back porch this evening however, you’re the one who is left feeling horny as you watch him pick away at his guitar and forget about the world all around him when closing his eyes. He and you built some decking out here last year, creating a little comfortable out-door area for you to relax and unwind after a long day. Joel and his brother Tommy did most of the heavy lifting of course, but Maria helped you with the decorations, the painting and adding the little homey touches. 

With two half circle sofas placed around a fire pit that is built into the middle of the decking, you sit opposite Joel and bask in the harmonious sound of his voice humming with the tune of his guitar. It’s peaceful and transcendent, inducing a soporific effect as your eyes become heavy with the need to sleep. You lay back against the sofa, lifting your legs up off the floor and tucking them under a blanket to keep warm. A third glass of wine held in your hands that’s almost finished, you take one more drink and place it down to the small square table, crafted by Joel’s bare hands. 

Occasionally you have requests and ask him to play some oldies, songs that you miss from back in the day, but tonight he hums the words of a song from his own creation. Just one song that he’s written multiple of so far. This is a new one, though. You don’t recognise the tune, but you love it nonetheless. Watching him attentively through half-lidded eyes, you watch his face soften and the smile appear on his lips, resonating self-pride. 

Muscles flexing in his arms gradually relaxing as the song nears its end, you wait till he finally opens his eyes and re-joins this plane of existence before whispering compliments. “I love it, handsome,” You beam, the audible level of your voice matching the tranquillity hanging in the air. “You got another hit song in the works there, I see.” 

“I don’t know if it’ll reach the top ten charts,” Joel jokes, returning the playful remarks while also keeping his voice low, “But thank you, darlin’. It’s a work in progress and-” His cheeks blush as his smile grows bigger, “-And it’s actually a song I’ve written for you.” 

“It is?” You ask, surprised, and he nods seriously, still with a big smile on his face. “Wow. Thank you, babe. I’m honoured.” You hold a hand to your chest, just over your heart as you express a look of gratitude and appreciation. “Play it again for me?” You request, to which he sighs and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a shake of his head. “Actually, I had something else in mind, darlin’,” He says. 

“Oh yeah. Like what?” You ask curiously, recognising that hint of seduction in his husky voice and when he lays his guitar down, you see the tent growing in his slacks. A pulse in your heat sets the mood instantly from the sight, flooding your bloodstream with desire and passion. 

“I could play your song again,” Joel rises from the sofa and the hardness inside his jeans becomes more visible from this angle, “But baby, I want to play with you.” He says with a little growl emanating from his throat before walking around the firepit to stand over you. “Can I play with you instead, sweetheart?” 

“Shit,” You gasp softly, arousal evident in your tone as you sit up straight, “Keep talking like that and you can have anything you want, sexy,” You bite your bottom lip while looking directly into his eyes, your neck craned backwards a little from this position. You love it, love when Joel looks down at you like this, and with your offer, you can already guess what he really wants. 

“Anything, babydoll?” He asks just to be sure and when you nod, darting your eyes to his crotch then back to his face, the man smirks. “Kneel,” He jerks his chin outwards with demand, “Kneel and keep your eyes on me, Y/N.” 

You do as the man says eagerly, slipping off the edge of the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him while maintaining his line of sight exactly like he asked you to. He loosens up his belt just enough to pull down his jeans and let his hardened cock spring free, audibly slapping against his lower stomach that makes his mouth fall open slightly from the sensation. You love looking up at him from this position, love taking him inside of your mouth from this position, it gives you a clear view of his handsome face change with satisfaction. And that’s rewarding in itself. 

Though, a struggle that you always face in performing oral is not knowing where to look sometimes as his face is just as beautiful as his manhood. You want to look into his deep brown eyes, darkened with lust and desire, but you also want to look at his dick and admire the way it looks so utterly desperate for your warm mouth. The tip reddened and angry, leaking with pebbles of his seed, the vein along the underside of his cock was prominent, pulsing with sheer need to release a hot load down your throat. 

Being circumcised, the little slit in the tip of his cock is where you like to give the most attention to. The head of his dick is bulbous and sensitive, so sensitive that sometimes you don’t even have to take him all, just sucking the tip softly can make him fall apart. And his balls. Oh, his balls are your favourite. They’re so full and swollen, drooping slightly with the weight of his cum stored inside. 

You like the size, width and angle of his dick. It’s perfect in every aspect. The length, a comfortable six inches, the width, girthy from the tip to base and the angle of his cock points upwards, thus causing sex to be incredible as he manages to touch your g-spot every time without even trying to. Joel not only keeps a pleasant amount of hair down here, but he keeps it tidy and in control too. 

You like the way his trail of hair begins between his clavicles, leading down and spreading across his chest evenly with a little over his stomach before growing hairier on his abdomen. You like the way it tickles when you take him whole and bury your nose into his mound. Everything about his manhood is sexy, his body is muscular and buff, manly, and his thighs are your leverage. The meaty flesh you hang onto tightly when he sometimes decides to take over and fuck your mouth. You like when he does that. 

And that is the struggle you sometimes face, spending more time admiring him in his nude form than actually touching him. You can’t help but love the way he looks, especially when he just steps out of a warm shower and his skin glistens. You love adoring him with either your eyes, your hands or your mouth. Besides, he knows how much you like to look, and he loves that you do. The look in your eyes always strikes the man with confidence, making him feel irresistibly attractive. 

However, the equivalent of you feeling a pulse in your cunt is his cock twitching with a need to be caressed delicately by your tongue. And that’s exactly what snaps you out of your ogling. You tear your eyes away from his manhood and look up at his face again, your chest filling with warmth and love at his pretty eyes blown wide with carnal desire. You don’t waste any more time than what you already have and lean in to hold the base of him firmly, your sweet doe-like eyes remaining glued to his as you open your mouth immodestly. 

You smile at him when dragging your tongue from the base to tip, tracing along the prominent vein that draws out the softest gasp as his mouth opens with anticipation for more. Which you give, and then some. You take the head of him inside your mouth, swirling your wet tongue around so tenderly, just the way he likes it. The rewarding faces he pulls spurs you on to rotate your wrist while taking him inside halfway. Sucking as you move back and forth, you see the struggle that he goes through every time you get on your knees like this, and it’s to keep looking down at you when all the man wants is to throw his head back in bliss. 

You love it no matter what he does. Seeing him so satisfied is your pleasure and just because you love pleasuring him so much, you remove your hand from his cock and hold onto his thigh instead, burying your nose into the hairs on his mound with an audible gag. You hold yourself there for as long as you can before tearing your head back, leaving a trail of saliva leading from your mouth to his cock as you gasp for air. 

“Drives me crazy when you do that, doll,” He grunts, jaw clenching as he guides himself back inside your mouth. “Lemme hear it again,” He says before surging forward, relishing in the sounds of you choking around him as he hits the back of your throat. “That’s it, atta girl.” He praises before pulling back to set a comfortable pace where you can time your breaths between each thrust. 

Filling your mouth completely with his cock each and every time, all you could do was hum and moan around him as he holds your head with both hands, keeping you exactly where he wants you to be. You look up and see the muscles in his stomach tense, the expression on his face tightening as he fights to keep his eyes open. His eyes that were so lost in ecstasy as he rambled.  “Mouth is so warm, darlin’. So warm and wet, just like your pretty little pussy,” He gasps and groans needily, desperate to release, “gonna take my load like a good girl then I’ll fuck you over to the sofa, yeah?” He asks even though he already knows your answer is yes, but just to be sick and twisted, he yanks your head back to hear you say it. 

“Yes, Joel. Yes baby, yes. Give it to me,” You plead and whine, opening your mouth to take him back inside with a few more thrusts before he spills. Joel bunches your hair up into a ponytail, gripping tightly as he pulls you in and keeps you in place, listening to a mixture of sounds of you gulping and gagging. You take his plentiful load like a champ, ignoring the ache in your jaw and the discomfort of struggling to breathe. The tears sting your eyes as they roll your cheeks before it inevitably becomes too much and you tap out, slapping his thigh twice. 

“Shit,” He chokes out a broken moan, pulling back to look down at your pretty face, your eyes red and blotchy as you try to catch your breath, gasping and heaving. For a moment, the man worried he took it too far, but when you looked up and met eyes, a smile appeared on your lips, one that speaks of mockery and tease for even thinking that you couldn’t handle his rough actions. “Jesus Christ,” He shakes his head at you, as if he were angry or disappointed, but he smiles too, “Playing a dangerous game teasing me like that. Fuck! Want me to play rough, huh?” 

“I told you, Joel.” You laugh sadistically as he holds your jaw firmly, “You can have anything you want if ya keep talking to me like that. And I see what you want, baby. I see it in those eyes…” You moan pathetically, tempting those dominant desires of his. “...Fuck me like you really want to.” 

“Oh, I intend to, darlin’,” He growls with a wild expression, “Right after you choke on my cock one more time.”

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[inkrabbit]

I’d like to request a Sodo fanfic where the reader gives him a tarot reading (also ur writing is amazing !! Keep up the good work ily!)

The sun is slowly starting to set when Sodo notices you sitting by his beloved fire pit. You’re shuffling cards, black and gold shining brightly in the fire’s glow. He watches you silently, his tail swaying behind him as you finally stop shuffling and pull the card from the top of the deck, brows raising as you studied the picture.

“You having fun?” he calls out, smiling when you jump.

“Man, you scared me,” you sigh, but you shoot him a smile. “I guess? Just decided to pull a card for tonight. Been having this like… weird feeling all day.”

“Weird feeling, huh?” He takes a seat next to you on the old log, looking at the card. The Empress. “Does this answer your question?”

“In a way…” You shrug, slipping it back into the deck. “It gives me an idea but… you know how it is. Life isn’t exactly set in stone. This card could say one thing, but then something else could happen and it could turn everything on its head.”

“Hm…” He stares down at the deck, eyes admiring the art on the back of the cards. “You mind pulling one for me?”

“You want a reading?”

“Sure. Just… pull somethin’ and we’ll see what we get.” He gives you a smile. He has a rough idea about how these readings work. “Already know what I want it to answer.”

“If you say so.” You start shuffling the cards again and he notices how you occasionally pause, only to start back up again.

“Why do you stop?” he finally asks when you do it again. “It’s like… you’re thinking?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You smile at him. “I normally shuffle until I feel like it’s the right, you know? I dunno. It’s kinda hard to explain.”

“No, I think I get it. Like you’re waiting to see which card is the one?”

“In a way, yeah.” You finally stop shuffling and his heart feels like it stops when you pull the card from the top of the deck. Two of Cups.

“Oh!” You give him a smile. “Well this is a good card. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“I… might…” He shuffles in his seat, trying to get comfortable as he faces you. “What’s the card mean?”

“Well, it’s like… you’re deepening a connection with someone,” you start. “This card represents the flow of love within, and the flow of love between two people. It’s like you’re creating something deeper with someone, normally on shared values, empathy and sometimes unconditional love.

“Really, this card focuses on you creating a new relationship with someone, whether it’s a lover, business partner or even a new friend. Basically you’re finding someone that you see “eye to eye” with.”

“Well, ain’t that something.” He smiles at you as his tail flicks behind him. A deeper connection? A new relationship? Sign him up.

He’s not sure if you knew, but he had been admiring you for the past few months, though he tried to be discreet about it. He couldn’t have every ghoul and sibling know about his love for you. With how no one commented on it, he was sure he was doing a good job at hiding it.

“What did your card mean?” he asks. “The Empress.”

“It basically means to connect to my more feminine side,” you tell him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Take time to grow, look at everything I have around me. Maybe even have an opportunity pop up.”

“That so?” He shuffles closer, just a little bit so his knee bumps yours. “Well, what opportunity are you hoping for?”

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not if it’s something you want.”

“What connection are you hoping to deepen?”

He splutters a bit. “I asked you first!”

“Well… I’m not answering until you tell me!” you fire back. You’re both staring at each other, waiting anxiously for the other to answer, but neither of you do. He can smell it now. Underneath the scent of the fire and his own burning musk, he can smell your nervousness.

“How about we tell each other?” he suggests slowly. “On three.”

“You’re really gonna tell me?” you ask him, though there’s a smile on your face. “Or are you gonna just let me say whatever I’m gonna say and then laugh at me?”

“Well, you’ll have to find out on three!” he laughs. You look around, and he looks with you. No one else is around. You’re both alone.

“Yeah… yeah, alright. I’ll do it.” His heart races.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three.” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. He doesn’t even answer himself. He knew he would’ve made a fool out of himself had he tried to verbally tell you. So instead, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours, tensing when he hears that soft squeak of yours. But you don’t pull away. Instead, he feels you lean into him, tentative hands slowly finding their way past his horns and through his hair. He lets out a soft sigh as he cups your face with one hand, using the other to pull you closer to him. His tail wraps around your legs and he pushes his luck, running his forked tongue along the bottom of your mouth. His heart flutters when you open up for him.

And the taste of you… Lucifer, if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. He maps out your mouth, pushing against your tongue so you eventually fight back against him. Your scent is intoxicating, joy and relief making him dizzy because it’s the exact same thing he’s feeling right now.

Your arms eventually snake around his neck, pulling him closer. But it makes his mind run a mile a minute, his tail tapping wildly at the end. You finally pull back with a gasp, jumping away from him.

“You’re really hot!” you tell him, trying to uncurl his tail from his legs. “Are you okay? Did I upset you?”

“What? No!” Now he feels like an idiot. “I’m sorry. Fire ghouls heat up sometimes when there’s a lot going on.”

“I thought it was just when you were angry?”

“That’s commonly what it is, but sometimes it’s like… extreme excitement, too.”

You give him a smile. “You saying I made you extremely excited?”

“I guess I am.” He matches your smile. “About the whole… deepening connection thing… I may or may not want that to be with you.”

“Funny you should say that because I was kinda hoping I’d get the opportunity to spend more time with you.”

“That can be arranged if you really want it.” He brings his hand up, gently stroking your cheek. “Maybe we could do something together? Try going on a date?”

“And what kind of date do you have in mind?”

“Nothing too much. Maybe just go out so it’s just the two of us?” He pecks your lips. “And maybe some more kissing?”

“Hmm… I think I like the sound of that.”

[supermarine-silvally]

want me some yara and ace too

💘💘💘

Ask, and ye shall receive!! Here you are, dear Anon!! <3 This prompt ended up working really well with another one, so this is technically part 1 of 2!

Part 2 here!

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

“Alright, Fire Fist,” Haruta said, turning his attention to the young man in question. “You’re up next. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Leaning back with his hands locked behind his head, Ace flashed the surrounding group his most cocky grin. “And don’t make it a lame one, either. Do your worst; I can handle it.”

The participating Whitebeard Pirates let out a collective “oooooh!!”

“Don’t let your mouth write cheques you can’t cash, Ace!” Thatch said with a chuckle. 

“Oh, c’mon. How bad could it be?” Ace replied with a shrug. “Last time, I literally ate something that Teach licked. It can’t get worse than that.”

“Hmm…” Haruta’s brows puzzled together, seeming to take Ace’s words as a challenge. He tapped a finger against his chin, deep in thought. Suddenly, his expression lit up. “Wait! I’ve got it.” A smirk rose to the Twelfth Division Commander’s lips. “Ace… I think I’ve found your one weakness.”

“Weakness?” Ace laughed confidently. “What, you want me to jump into the ocean? Cuz one of you’s gonna have to go pull me out.”

“No, no. This is far more dangerous than that.” A wicked glint flashed through Haruta’s eyes. “I dare you… to kiss Yara.”

Ace’s grin immediately vanished, heat flaring to his cheeks. His entire body suddenly felt as if it was burning; a sensation entirely unlike using his Devil Fruit. Those flames he could own; could control as if they were mere extensions of himself, bending to his whim. No, this heat was unpredictable and all-consuming, threatening to swallow him whole and leave nothing but a shattered heart amidst a pile of ashes. He wasn’t sure if there was anything that could actually burn fire, but if there was, he was certain it would feel something like this.  

The chorus of “oooohs!!” only crescendoed, compounded by raucous laughter, the other pirates immensely enjoying the Second Division Commander’s discomfort. 

Ace laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Okay. Ha ha. Very funny. Now give me a real dare.”

But Haruta’s eyes only narrowed. “That was it,” he stated, crossing his arms. “Kiss Yara. I’m dead serious.”

“C’mon, Ace!!” Curiel shouted. “You said you’d do anything!!” 

“Yeah!” Jiru grinned. “Give her a kiss already; we know you’ve been dying to!!”

A pit opened in Ace’s stomach as he came to the realization that the other Division Commanders weren’t going to simply let up. But for Yara’s sake… He shook his head emphatically. “Guys, no. That’s not fair. I can’t do that.” 

“Why not?”

The familiar voice grabbed his attention. Butterflies burst into his stomach as his gaze met the beautiful heterochromatic eyes that belonged to none other than the object of his affection. Yara sat down on a deck chair across from him, having just returned from refilling her mug. She balanced it on her lap, crossing one of her long, slender legs over the other.

“It’s-- I-- Because…” he stammered, his face going even redder. “I just-- I can’t.”

Yara merely stared back at him, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s only a game, Ace. I don’t mind.” Taking a sip of her beverage, she placed it down on the ground next to her. 

“Do it!!” Blamenco egged him on. 

Ace desperately turned to Marco for help, hoping that the level-headed First Division Commander would put him out of his misery, but Marco’s lips twitched into an amused smile instead. “What’re you waiting for? She said she’s okay with it, yoi.”

The crowd was full-on chanting now. “Kiss her!! Kiss her!! Kiss her!!”

Ace sighed. He was doomed either way. Shakily, he stood up, trying to ignore the cheers as he made his way across the deck and knelt down in front of her. His palms began to sweat, small licks of fire bursting off of his body.

“Oooh, someone’s nervous!!” Thatch teased.

“Shut it!” Ace snapped at him before turning his gaze towards Yara. 

He swallowed, his stomach twisting into knots. She really was the picture of loveliness, her long violet hair swept over her shoulder, golden hoop earrings glinting in the evening light. Her eyes-- one deep chocolate brown, the other ringed gold and piercing, like a hawk’s-- met his. The weight of those three words he’d been wanting to say to her since forever rested uncomfortably on the tip of his tongue, his heartbeat thumping hard and fast, as if it would burst through his ribcage at any second. But perhaps it would be fine if it did. It belonged to her, anyway. 

Ace began to lean in, the intoxicating scent of her vanilla lotion overwhelming him, his mind going hazy. Yara paralleled his movements, her head tilting at a slight angle. His hand rose, cradling the side of her face, his fingers tracing her jawline. Their noses brushed against each other as his eyes fluttered shut. The warmth of her breath ghosted against his lips, flooding his senses with desire. 

Yara…

You have no idea how much you mean to me…

How long I’ve wanted you…

But…

He stopped, his breath hitching. 

No. Not like this.

Ace’s eyes opened. Gently turning her head, he leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek.

 Boos rang out from the crowd as he pulled away, stepping back to give Yara her space. Surprise flickered across her face as her hand rose to her cheek, lightly touching where he had given her the kiss.

“C’mon, do it properly!!”

“Don’t chicken out!!”

“Hey, the dare was just to kiss her!” Ace snapped at them, picking up a balled-up napkin someone had tossed at him and throwing it right back into the crowd. “Haruta didn’t specify where!!”

He turned back to Yara, giving her a lopsided grin. “Sorry about that. I know they suck.”

But the look on Yara’s face was not one of relief; instead, he could’ve sworn he saw hurt flash through her eyes. 

Her expression quickly hardened. “It’s fine,” she said coldly. “I’ve had enough of this childish game, anyways.”

Ace’s heart sank as she grabbed her beer and strode away, heading for the living quarters. Had he really made her so uncomfortable, just with a kiss on the cheek? Or was there something else? His shoulders drooping, he made his way back over to his spot and plopped down next to Marco. He had decided long ago to live without regret, but…

Pressing his face into his hands, he let out a massive sigh. What the hell had he just done?

it got sort of angsty there at the end i'm sorry anyways tagging @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

A Burning Vengeance.

...Hah...Finally...

*Following Rantaro's virtual map, Makoto ascends, trying to avoid any sort of conflict until he reaches the main security room.

Hngh...!

*CRASH!*

Huh!?

*He leaps back and breaks down the doors with a kick, readying himself for a fight on the other side.

Eh!?

*However, he sees only two Monokuma's at the security deck, slowly repairing it.

Hmph...Well, this makes my job a lot easier...

Ayayayayayayay! What do you think you're doing sir!?

*Makoto menacingly approaches the bears, rolling up his sleeve, ready to pound them to a paste.

This never gets old...

???: I wouldn't do that if I were you...!

!!!??

Puhuhuhuhu...Puhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!

*Within a matter of moments as soon as Makoto hears a condescending shout from above him, he suddenly surrounded by soldiers and Monokuma's alike.

...

*He glares up in the direction of the voice.

Hello~

Intruder alert! Sound the alarm! A fool has wandered into the pit of death!

...

*Mikihiko and Celeste stand on a catwalk above him, Celeste crossing her arms and Mikihiko holding Himiko in one of his, who leans her head against his chest.

I don't quite know whether you're foolHARDY? or FoolISH! Did you honestly think, after the security system got broken once, we would be stupid enough to leave it unguarded?

Kind of? Anything's possible. You haven't exactly impressed me today...

Hehehe...Take him down...

...!

*BZZZRT!*

*Some of the soldiers try and fire electric taser blasts at Makoto, but he leaps out of the way before they can hit him!

Wah!?

RRRAGGH!

GAAGGH!

*CRAAAASSH!*

HYYYRRRAAGGH!

WAAHOOOOHOOO!

*CRAAAAAAASH!*

RYAAAAAGGH!

*SLAAAAAMM!*

Oh?

*Makoto jumps behind the two Monokuma's manning the security, grabs one by the head and throws them towards the door on his left! Like a bowling ball hitting pins, it crashes into the soldiers and kumas there. He then does the same with the other bear for the other side, and then again for the doorway he just came through by flinging the broken door at the group there.

IS THAT IT!?

Keh...

Oh my...

Yeah, I bet you're impressed...If you were afraid of me before, I've almost doubled in strength since the last time we saw each other, Celeste...

That's all well and good, old friend, but two times zero is still very much ZERO...

Of course, I couldn't very easily forget that slight against me all the way back then...I knew that those fools with all their fancy armaments wouldn't be able to take you down...

[novaauster]

The Labyrinth

Rook has always been preoccupied with the idea of habitat.

It was born in a city and lived there eighteen years after. When it was a child, the winter would bring snow, and its father would fire up the hot tub on the back deck. Rook and its brother would sink down to their jaws in the sharp bromine water, catching ice on their tongues. The hot tub broke before the snow did, now it lays drained and fallow.

Now, winter is a rainforest. Slapping at mosquitoes and brushing off beetles and toweling off humid moisture over and over again. Rook’s home became an invasive species.

Three liters, it remembers, the first time it vacationed in the desert. If you’re going to set out into the red rock, you bring three liters in a plastic pouch on your back. You bring sunscreen, salted almonds and a charged phone. You do not go alone.

Never forget that it is someone else’s habitat.

See, Rook’s home overflows with sweat and poison ivy and a river that smells of sewage and dew. There’s nowhere to run. Last night it dreamt a hornet landed on the hollow of its throat, and its enormous stinger, flat like a lobster’s tail, slipped beneath the thin skin. It laid lurid purple eggs there, just where trachea meets bone. Tonight Rook will dream of a nest of snakes. 

The trails around the resort are well-groomed and beautiful, so much so that it doesn’t feel much different than walking around the block at home. Yes, red mesas dominate the horizon, but here there is not a pebble out of place. It picks its way carefully around prickly pears, not out of fear so much as respect, and follows the brass signs down to the trail: Labyrinth, with letters punched clean through the metal.

The strange thing about this desert is that it is room-temperature, exactly the same as a warehouse department store. Rook knows that life doesn’t require a rainforest, but it can’t shake off its home so easily. Yesterday it hiked seven miles without breaking a sweat: unnatural. Today it is tired and its parents are hiking somewhere else. 

Black igneous brackets Rook onto the path. It heard that there were lava flows around here, that there are tunnels just below the surface that have stayed there for thirty thousand years. Thirty thousand years is not long at all. 

This place was once a seafloor, it can tell by the salt. 

Meditate, says the sign labeling the labyrinth. Be at peace. Find your center. Balance your chakras. 

Rook dismisses the instruction with a derisive snort, even as a pit opens where that hornet had stung it in its dreams. This is a kitschy resort and the air outside is just as cool and dry as the hotel room, but it remembers the petroglyphs on that seven-mile hike. Spirals and stick figures of spirits rising out of the dust. A blink of an eye ago, an artist chiseled their art into black desert varnish, and then came the Mormons and the air-conditioned spas. 

Rook does understand it, that anyone would see their god in these monoliths. It still feels wrong.

Rook walks the spiral path. It listens to music on its airpods and does not meditate so much as debate the purpose of walking nowhere. People do it on treadmills all the time, it supposes. It takes twenty minutes to spiral inwards twenty feet, a painstaking dizziness, twenty minutes to examine every angle of the chair-sized rock in the center. 

Be at peace. Find your center. 

Jesus Christ. 

Rook sits on the chair-sized rock and admires the view for a while. It’s not the most comfortable place to sit, sharp edges digging through its thin hiking pants, but its feet are blistered from yesterday. Its lips are dry and the scrape of air through its nostrils makes it wonder if it will bleed the next time it sneezes. 

It takes a swig from its plastic water bottle. Way less than three liters, but Rook is barely two hundred yards from the hotel room. It reads the brass labyrinth sign again, backwards from this vantage point. etatideM, says the sign. ecaep ta eB.

A kind of fury crashes over Rook. Its ears ring.

Rook spits water onto the ground, darkening the sand like a bloodstain, spit-foam on the edges. After a moment, it pours the rest out too, water glugging out of clear plastic. Some of it splashes on Rook’s hiking shoes. 

What happens next, it thinks. Building spas and labyrinths like summer won’t come. Balance your chakras, my ass. 

The rusted, soaked sand bulges in the center. It looks like a new wellspring, about to burst, but out climbs a scorpion. Bright orange, the color of the dry rock. 

Next is a river of spindly, fingernail-sized spiders, and as the hole widens, a snake struggles free like it’s leaving its very own egg. Rook stands abruptly, brushing dust off the seat of its pants, giving the rock a cautious glance before stepping back. 

A beady-eyed gray mouse follows the snake, and the snake bites down on the larger animal with all its infant venom. The flow is not stemmed. 

Rook backs away further as the sand starts to crumble away. It steps over the igneous trail-markers, one foot in one concentric labyrinth-ring, one foot in another. What’s the point of walking nowhere? It wants to flee, it knows it has to flee from the cartoonish black widows that have begun to hunt red ants, but the animals pay Rook no mind. 

The wellspring swallows the rock Rook had rested on, and the river of animals expands heedless of the igneous markings. The river follows the path of topography instead, parting for mounds of rock, filling in footprints. 

When Rook reaches the trailhead, there is no brass sign. The resort should be in view, but instead the buildings have cocooned themselves in mesa rock and the prickly pears block the path. Rook falls to its knees, lands flat on the fleshy sun-warmed earth, and feels insects between eyelashes and the backs of its ears. 

Rook joins the river. There is life here after all.

[raewrites94]

Newlywed’s First Bonfire

I posted this on AO3 and thought it would possibly do well on tumblr too. Who knows. *shrug* Edited by me and unbeta’d, so. Mistakes are my own. also, this was inspired by a tiktok, if you want to see where I got the idea from. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Words: 3.4k

Tags: Recreational Drug Use, just absolute fluff, no use of y/n

Summary: As newlyweds, you've just purchased a house and begun doing projects with your husband on your property/house and one night Eddie convinces you to have a bonfire so the two of you enjoy the evening with some weed and dancing.

Rating: T? I don’t think the marijuana use necessitates a mature rating, but lmk if you disagree.

“Hey, you know what we should do?” Your husband Eddie asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You were standing at the stove, cooking dinner for the two of you and you yelped as he quietly snuck up behind you. 

“Jesus, Eddie! Warn a girl, why don’t you?” You chuckle. Though you do lean back into his chest and rest your head against the crook of his neck and he presses a kiss to your temple in apology. “Tell me what we should do.” 

“We should have a bonfire!” He announces as his lips move to press another kiss to your cheek. “The wind has finally died down and it’s perfect fire weather.” He claimed as he continued to pepper kisses down your cheek to your neck.

You hummed as you thought about it, stirring the pasta as it cooked. “Okay, let’s have a fire.”

“Yes!” He suddenly pulled away from your body and you turned and watched him pump his fist in the air. “I’m gonna go chop some wood before it gets too dark. Call for me when dinner’s ready?” He stepped up to press one last kiss to your cheek and you nodded affirmatively, humming as you turned back to the stove. You listened as the sliding door slid open and shut as he walked outside to the backyard.  

As you continued to monitor the food on the stove, you slowly shuffled over to the sink to look out of the big window that was above it. You watched as Eddie danced around the yard, grabbing his ax from the shed before walking over to your pile of wood that you’d gathered together from trees that had fallen on your property. Watching him chop wood had to be one of your top favorite activities. If you weren’t already cooking dinner, he would have invited you out to sit nearby and watch. You were able to watch him chop a few pieces, but then you did have to turn back to the stove to make sure you didn’t overcook the noodles and so you could start making the sauce. Tonight it was chicken alfredo and you did not want to ruin dinner, you were far too hungry to make something else if you got too distracted watching.

Once everything was ready to be put together in the sauce pan, you started to slice the chicken where it was resting on the counter. Then you slowly added the noodles, a little bit of pasta water and stirred everything together, making sure to coat all of the fettuccine with sauce. After it was all incorporated and you turned off the flame, you moved the pan to another burner. Then you walked over to the sliding door, opening it to walk out on the deck, watching as he cut a couple more pieces. 

“Dinner is done, my love.” You called out from where you stood leaning over the railing. 

“Don’t start without me! I’m coming!” He called back, quickly carting a pile of split wood over to the fire pit before running up to the deck and taking the stairs two at a time. “Come on, baby.” He grinned, reaching out for you and steering you back inside with his hands on your shoulders.

He deposited you at the table, having you sit down and you watched as he quickly washed his hands before stepping up to the stove where you had already laid out two plates. Since you had cooked it was his job to plate so he gave you both heaping portions of pasta before gently laying the grilled chicken on top. He then sprinkled some parsley and grated fresh parmesan over the top before picking up both plates and bringing them to the table. 

“Thank you for cooking dinner.” He said as he leaned down and you tilted your head to the side for him to give you a kiss on the cheek. That cheek kiss was practically part of your routine by now. You nodded your head back as your eyes followed his movements to put down your plates. “Anything to drink, wife?” He grinned as he said it. Never tiring of calling you his wife or you calling him husband. 

“Water for me, please, husband.” You replied, smiling back. 

“Glass of water, coming right up!” He exclaimed, reaching to grab a glass from the cupboard before walking over to the refrigerator and reaching in to pour from the pitcher of filtered water. He repeated the process and then returned to the table with two glasses and set both of them down before finally taking his seat across from you. 

The two of you quietly ate dinner together, stopping after a few bites here and there to talk about your plans for the weekend. His next tour with his band didn’t start for a couple more weeks, so you were slowly but surely completing projects around the house and your property before autumn gave way to winter and brought snow with it. This weekend, though, you were hoping to take a break. You were tired of yard work, tired of climbing up ladders over and over as you made repairs to the house and you just wanted to spend some time with your husband. 

“We’ll have no plans, then.” Eddie chuckled after listening to you complain about being tired. He was tired, too, admittedly. “I have no arguments about taking a break. In fact, I think I’m the one who always tells you to take breaks and you ignore me.” He pointed an accusing fork at you. 

“I’m listening now?” You shrugged, a small embarrassed smile on your face. You knew he was 100% correct in that he was always telling you to take breaks or you’d hurt yourself. 

“Even more perfect of a night to have a bonfire, then, hm?” He asked, as he looked back to his plate and scooped another bite before shoveling it in his mouth ungracefully. 

“Yes, husband. Great idea.” You rolled your eyes at him, cocky enough to initiate praise for himself and took another bite from your plate as well. When the both of you finished, you stood, bringing your plates and glasses over to the sink for you to wash later. “Go get the fire started, I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes.” 

“Aye aye,” He agreed, saluting before pulling open the door and returning to the firepit to get it going. You watched him for a few minutes from the window before crossing the kitchen to get to the fridge, pulling it open and perusing what you could bring out there. You decided to bring a couple of bottles of water and cans of soda, putting them into a small cooler with some ice packs, before closing it and the fridge. Then you grabbed a blanket and the accouterments you’d need to smoke, bringing everything out with you in one trip so you wouldn’t have to go back inside of the house. 

“Is my wife under there?” Eddie chuckled, calling out to you from the yard as you walked across the deck and down the steps. 

“Ha, ha!” You yelled back. The blanket was haphazardly placed on top of everything, including your head so all he could probably see of you were your legs. You managed to cross the yard without tripping over anything and set your supplies on the ground, then handed him the little pouch you’d brought out with your bowl and a lighter. “Hold please!” You quickly walked over to the garage, opening the door and turning on the light as you looked around for what you needed. “Aha!” You exclaimed as you finally laid eyes on it, walking around your car to get to the double camping chair you’d bought last year for you and Eddie to sit together. 

“Ah, yes. Somewhere to sit, good thinking.” He nodded sagely as he watched you walk back over to him through the little illumination the fire provided. “Trade?” He offered, holding out for you to take the pouch back, as he took the chair from you. Then he walked around the fire to find the perfect spot before getting it unfolded. He made a full circle around the pit as he picked up the blanket and the cooler you had brought with and deposited those by the chair as well. “My wife is so smart.” He muttered as he shook his head to himself. He hadn’t even thought of anything else besides having the fire. 

“My husband is also very smart.” You spoke lowly into his ear, having walked around the pit and sidled up close to him. You placed a kiss to his jaw, just below his ear and sat down on the chair, fluffing the blanket out across your lap and patted the seat beside you.

Before he joined you, Eddie walked over to his pile of firewood and grabbed a couple of pieces and placed them strategically into the pit. Or at least you assumed he was being strategic about it, you had no idea how to start a fire, that’s why it was his job. A smile started to stretch across your face as you watched him spread his legs and squat down. “Me husband, me love you. Me make fire, ooh ah ah.” He grunted in his best impression of a caveman. 

“Get over here, funny man.” You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes. The fire illuminated his face so you could see the soft grin as he walked over and finally sat with a light ‘oof’ onto the chair next to you. After you draped the blanket over his lap as well, you reached down to get a beverage for each of you. “Something to quench your thirst, good sir?” You asked as you turned your head to the side, pushing your hair out of the way so you could see him. 

“One coca-cola for me, fair maiden.” He requested. You hummed and nodded your head, turning to look down into the cooler as you grabbed both of you a coke and handed one to him. Then as you sat back, you took the pouch out from under the blanket and opened it, handing him the bowl and the herb you had pre-ground up.

“Would you do the honors, please?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“As if I could say no to you.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “You got a light? The fire isn’t giving me much.” 

“Oh, sure. One sec,” You muttered as you dug into the pocket of your sweatshirt. Or rather it was Eddie’s, you were just wearing it at the moment. Then you turned on the flashlight on your phone and brought it up so he could see better. 

“Ah! Let there be light!” He roared out. Then he focused as he packed the bowl, handing you the jar so you put that back in the pouch and tucked it into the chair beside your thigh for now. When you turned back, he was frozen, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on something else. What he was focused on, you had no idea. 

“What?” You asked, looking around to see if there was something missing. 

“Is it quiet out here or is it just me?” He asked then, finally turning to you after having figured out what was missing. 

“Oh! You are correct. Lemme go turn the speakers on!” You immediately made to jump up, but Eddie pulled you back down by your hips. 

“Ah ah! I will do it. Sit back down, lovely wife.” He grinned, kissing you on the cheek before handing you the glass bowl and flipping his side of the blanket over onto your lap as he stood and crossed the yard to the garage, reaching in to flip the light on before stepping  inside to turn on the stereo, letting music softly play over the speakers that were mounted outside. “Loud enough!?” 

“What!” You yelled back, a big smile on your face as you pretended you couldn’t hear him.

“I said, is it loud enou-! Oh, I see what you’re doing. Very funny!” He chuckled, closing the door behind him before running back to plop back down next to you. “You haven’t even taken a hit yet?” He asked as he looked down at the bowl and lighter in your hand and then back up at you.

“I was waiting for my husband.” You replied, a cheesy grin on your face. “I will never ever tire of calling you that.” You hummed, closing the distance between you to kiss him softly.

“And I will never tire of calling you my wife.” He responded quietly after pulling away briefly, then connected your lips again. 

“You want first dibs?” You asked, holding the bowl out to him. “Come on, I know you always say “ladies first”, but you packed it and you made the fire, so you go first.” You added, shoving it closer to him. 

“Fine! Twist my arm why don’tcha” He breathed a laugh out through his nose and shook his head before taking it from you and bringing it to his lips. You watched as the flame from the lighter illuminated his face briefly and then he took a deep inhale, holding the bowl between his thumb and pointer finger. Then he handed it to you and you took the next hit, inhaling deeply before coughing and handing it back. 

“Fuck,” You grunted out as you continued to cough. Then you cracked open your soda and brought it to your lips, hoping it would help the burn in your throat. It did, but only for a few seconds as it glided down your throat, and then the burn was back. “We need to get some edibles or something.” You groaned, clearing your throat over and over to help the burn subside.

“Sure thing, baby.” Eddie grinned before lighting the bowl again and taking another hit. “Anything for my wife.” He said as he held his breath before tilting his head back to blow it up into the air. Then he held it out to you again so you took it, taking another hit, and this time you managed to not cough. Once it was cashed, he scraped out the contents onto the ground and handed you the bowl and the lighter which you put back into your designated pouch. Then you snuggled up into his side, his arm easily coming up to wrap around your shoulders as the both of you got comfortable. 

“You know what we should do?” You asked, suddenly breaking the silence that had stretched between you.

“Do tell.” He hummed as he pressed a kiss into your hair. 

“We should get a dog.” You sat up slightly to watch his reaction. He didn’t seem opposed, so that was definitely a start.

“A dog, eh?” He rested his head against the back of the chair as he thought about it. “Already want to start our little family huh?” He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your hair. 

“Yeah. Want a big family of dogs and cats. Ooh and chickens!” You excitedly replied, already picturing it.

“Okay, slow your roll, sweet pea. Let’s start with one dog, shall we?” He laughed at your eagerness. 

“Hmph.” You pouted as you snuggled back into him. “One dog, then.” You then agreed, after realizing he was saying yes after all, just not saying it to dogs, cats, and chickens. 

“Let’s go to the shelter next weekend?” He offered, leaning his cheek against your head as he started to hum to whatever song was playing over the speakers. 

“Yeah…” You hummed, grinning to yourself in happiness. “I love you.” 

“And I love you.” He replied, squeezing your arm with the hand that was around your shoulder. 

“If we get a dog while you’re on tour though, you know it’ll love me the most.” You pointed out after thinking about it. 

“Hm… Then we’ll just have to get another dog when I get back!” He suggested, as if that was the obvious solution. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” You grinned as you pulled your head off of his chest and arched your neck to place a kiss underneath his jaw. 

After sitting there snuggled up for a little while longer, Eddie finally moved to stand up and walked over to his pile of firewood and grabbed a few more pieces to put on. The fire had started to die out and neither of you were ready to call it quits yet. There was nowhere you needed to be, so you could spend hours out here if you wanted to. He was about to sit back down when the song on the radio changed. “Recognize this one?” He asked, grinning as held his hand out for you to take. 

“Of course.” You grinned softly as you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you up. It was the song you’d chosen for your first dance as husband and wife. The wedding was just a few months ago, after all, so how could you forget?

“Dance with me?” He requested, already pulling you into his chest and wrapping his hand around yours and placing the other one on your lower back. You nodded as your other hand went to his shoulder, sliding your fingers under the collar of his flannel and his t-shirt to press against his warm skin and you rested your head against his chest, your ear pressed right over the thump of his heart. 

The two of you continued to dance like that, though it was more of a sway. Then you pulled back, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek and he leaned into the contact for a moment before turning his head to press a kiss into your palm. You pulled him down and your lips met in the middle for a kiss. You hummed into his mouth as you parted your lips, letting your tongue poke out and slide along the seam of his lips, asking for entrance. He immediately complied, his tongue coming out to caress yours as you continued to kiss and sway in the light of the fire. 

When you pulled away, you laid your head back against his chest and closed your eyes. He continued to sway the two of you, until suddenly you were spinning around. “Getting cold on this side.” He explained before you even had the chance to ask. You nodded your head in agreement, your cheek brushing against the soft flannel. “Should I put more wood on?” He asked quietly. 

“Yeah.” You agreed, pulling away and moving to sit back down on the chair as he walked around the pit to the pile again. You watched as he hummed in thought before picking specific pieces and bringing them back over. “Those ones special?” You joked. 

“As a matter of fact, yes, they are.” He answered as he carefully reached in to arrange them around the current pieces that were mostly burnt up. “They’re the ones I think look the best.” He chuckled as he walked back over to sit down next to you, placing the blanket back over the both of you as you leaned into his space again. “Thanks for having a fire with me, baby.” He whispered. You reached out and grabbed the hand that wasn’t around your shoulders, holding it in both of yours. 

“Anytime.” You said quietly as you rubbed your thumb back and forth over the back of his hand. “After these ones are done, you ready to go inside?” You asked as your jaw stretched open in a yawn. 

“I suppose.” He answered, feigning exasperation. “Hey, look. It’s the little dipper. Or is that the big dipper?” He tilted his head as he let it fall back, looking up at the sky. 

You turned your head to look up, squinting as you searched for what it is he was looking at. “I think that’s the big dipper. The little dipper is over there.” You added, pointing in a different direction up at the sky. 

“Oh.” He nodded his head as he turned to look at what you were pointing at. “I can’t see it, but I will take your word for it.” You both continued to look up at the stars as the fire crackled in front of you. “I love seeing the stars from our backyard. Way better than living in the city.” 

“Agreed, husband. I’m happy we bought this place.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you turned your head back to face the fire, letting it warm up your skin. 

“Me too.” He said quietly, placing a kiss to your hair as you watched the fire continue to burn.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Rio for the character meme! I care her so much

RIOOO I CARE HER TOO

First impression: when I played her DL event I was like "aww Shark has a little sister!! I love that she uses an ice themed deck...." rly enjoyed her from the moment I saw her.

Impression now: GOD. RIO KASTLE. I LOVE HER TO BITS. AND ZEXAL HATES HER HAVING NARRATIVE AGENCY SO FUCKING BADLY this poor girl literally spends like 2/3s of the series fridged!! she's in the hospital like 4 times!!! when she duels she kicks absolute ASS and shes a fucking ALIEN DEMON with a GORGEOUS COLOR PALETTE and then whenever she does something zexal is like "ok well thats enough of that *kneecaps her*" IT'S SO SAD. LOVE ZEXAL TO BITS BUT THE YUGIOH WOMAN WRITING JUMPED OUT SO BAD.

Favorite moment: Technically it is a Marin/Merag Moment but that moment where she is just wailing on Vector's ass in their duel just rocks like absolute hell. Zexal art style looking just absolutely raw as hell the whole time. Absolute SEA MONSTER

and then she fucking loses and dies of course but. in that moment before. she whipped like absolute hell. As for a Specifically Rio Moment I do really like when she's properly introduced to the group and is just immediately kicking ass at every sport on campus. she's a JOCK!!!!

Idea for a story: HMM HMmm hmmm..... something more introspective with her...Zexal spends so much time focusing on Shark's Species Identity Crisis, but I wanna know how Rio was feeling about in her own right too. Cuz that's like...a Pretty big shakeup to get hit with, and she's even younger than Shark is. How is she coping with memories that simultaneously are hers and aren't hers. zexal tell me. tell me about rio. PLEASE.

Unpopular opinion: what are the unpopular rio opinions!! ummm hmm well i guess. if you're making Sexy Booby Art of her. i kind of want to attack you like a wild dog. that is is a MIDDLE SCHOOLER!!!!! also again it just sucks that in the grand scheme of the show she did Not get nearly enough screentime but that's barely an opinion that's just What the Text Came Like.

Favorite relationship: you know I gotta be stanning my YUGIOH SIBLINGS!! I do adore Rio and Shark's dynamic, they've really only had each other for so long in so many lifetimes and it's like... waahhh ;__; I do also like the like...multiple little moments of her hanging out with Dumon during the back half Barian-Earth Catastrophe.... you must understand they are both lesbians to me. Dyke vibing. (also when DL had Quattro apologize to Rio for everything during her event...oh my godddd reflecting on that one after meeting her in show properly got me SOOOO SOFT. I THINK THEY COULD BE FRIENDS.)

Favorite headcanon: THIS GIRL IS A JOCK!!! another member of the proud Yugioh Ice-Associated Lesbian Jocks (along with Alexis.) Also I feel liek she definitely has...some sort of implacable fear about deep water and pits where you can't see the bottom. Looking at them makes her a little queasy, a little anxious. Also borrowing this one from my pal but BURN SCARS!! i think she should have them...this poor girl got literally SET ON FIRE.