#log cabin lounge

[dunsterhouseblogs]

Host parties, celebrate special occasions, or relax with a drink in your very own garden pub shed.

[stxrbxrn]

claws and kisses …

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader tw: none, just fluffy word count: 1.5k ( give or take ) a/n: i have watched and rewatched deadpool & wolverine like 4 times. i love my boys ( but mostly logan )

you sighed contentedly as you nestled deeper into logan's warm embrace. the two of you were lounging on the worn leather couch in his cabin, a crackling fire casting a cozy glow over the rustic living room. outside, a gentle snow was falling, blanketing the wilderness surrounding the remote hideaway in pristine white.

it had been logan's idea to get away for the weekend, to escape the chaos of the x-mansion and have some uninterrupted time together. you'd jumped at the chance for a romantic getaway with the gruff but lovable mutant who had stolen your heart.

logan's strong arms were wrapped securely around you as you leaned back against his broad chest. one of his hands was lazily tracing patterns on your arm while the other cradled a bottle of beer. you held a steaming mug of hot cocoa, savoring the rich chocolatey aroma.

"this is nice," you murmured, tilting your head back to look up at logan. his rugged features were softened in the firelight, a rare contentment evident in his warm hazel eyes.

"mmm," he agreed, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "should've done this sooner."

you nodded in agreement, thinking back on how long it had taken the two of you to admit your feelings for each other. logan had been reluctant to pursue a relationship at first, worried about the dangers that came with his lifestyle. but you'd worn down his defenses, showing him that you could handle yourself and that the connection between you was worth taking a chance on.

a sudden gust of wind rattled the cabin windows, making you shiver slightly despite the cozy warmth inside. logan's arms tightened around you protectively.

"cold, darlin'?" he asked, a note of concern in his gruff voice.

you shook your head. "no, i'm perfect right here."

logan's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. he set his beer bottle down on the side table and brought his now-free hand up to gently stroke your hair. the tender gesture made your heart swell with affection.

you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of logan's fingers running through your locks. he was always so careful with you, tempering his incredible strength to show a gentleness that few got to witness.

a stray strand of hair fell across your face, tickling your nose. before you could brush it away, logan's hand was there, calloused fingertips delicately sweeping the errant strands back.

you blinked your eyes open, gazing up at him with a soft smile. "my hero," you teased lightly.

logan rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but you caught the pleased glint in them. "can't have anything obstructing that pretty face of yours," he rumbled.

a warm blush spread across your cheeks at the compliment. even after months together, logan still had the ability to make you feel giddy with just a few gruff words of affection.

you set your cocoa mug down and shifted in logan's arms, turning to face him. reaching up, you traced the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble beneath your fingertips. logan's eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a contented sigh escaping him.

"i love seeing you like this," you murmured. "so relaxed, guard down."

logan's eyes opened, meeting your gaze with an intensity that made your breath catch. "only with you, darlin'," he said softly.

your heart swelled at his words. you knew how rare it was for the battle-hardened wolverine to let anyone past his gruff exterior. the fact that he trusted you enough to be vulnerable meant everything.

unable to resist any longer, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss. logan responded immediately, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. you melted into him, reveling in the feeling of safety and belonging you always felt in his arms.

when you finally parted for air, logan rested his forehead against yours. "what did i do to deserve you?" he murmured, voice husky with emotion.

you smiled, running your fingers through his wild hair. "you're you," you said simply. "that's more than enough."

logan's arms tightened around you, pulling you more firmly against his broad chest. you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his masculine scent of leather, pine, and bourbon

for a long while, the two of you simply held each other, basking in the intimacy of the moment. the crackling of the fire and the soft whisper of snow against the windows were the only sounds breaking the peaceful quiet.

eventually, logan shifted slightly, prompting you to lift your head and meet his gaze questioningly.

"your hair's a mess," he said with a fond smirk, reaching up to smooth down your tousled locks.

you laughed softly. "i wonder whose fault that is?"

logan's smirk widened as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently working out any tangles. his touch was so tender, such a contrast to the deadly weapons normally concealed beneath his skin.

you hummed in contentment, practically purring under his ministrations. logan chuckled lowly.

"if i'd known playing with your hair would make you this happy, i'd have done it much sooner," he teased.

you opened your eyes, not having realized you'd closed them. "mmm, well now you know for next time," you said with a cheeky grin.

logan's expression softened, his hazel eyes warm with affection. "there's gonna be a lot of next times, darlin'," he said.

your breath caught at the implications of his words. logan wasn't one for flowery declarations or grand gestures, but in his own way, he was promising you a future together.

"i like the sound of that," you whispered, voice thick with emotion.

logan's hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. you leaned into his touch, overcome with love for this complex, incredible man.

a myriad of emotions flickered across logan's face - vulnerability, hope, and a fierce protectiveness that made your heart race. then he was pulling you close, claiming your lips in a kiss that left you breathless.

when you parted, logan rested his forehead against yours once more. "i love you," he whispered roughly. "more than i ever thought possible."

tears of joy pricked at your eyes. logan didn't say those words often, making them all the more precious when he did.

"i love you too," you replied, pouring all of your emotion into those four simple words. "so much."

logan's answering smile was radiant, chasing away the last lingering shadows in his eyes. in that moment, you knew without a doubt that no matter what challenges lay ahead, the two of you would face them together.

as if to seal that unspoken promise, logan leaned in for another kiss. this one was slower, deeper, filled with all the words left unsaid between you. you wound your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close to him as possible.

a sudden gust of wind caused the fire to flare, sending shadows dancing across the walls of the cabin. but wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the taste and feel of one another, you and logan were oblivious to anything beyond your own little world.

when you finally came up for air, you were both breathing heavily. logan's pupils were dilated, a look of hunger in his eyes that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. but there was tenderness there too, a depth of emotion that never failed to take your breath away.

"what do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable?" logan growled, voice low and husky.

you bit your lip, pretending to consider. "i don't know... i'm pretty comfy right here," you teased.

logan's eyes narrowed playfully. "that so?"

before you could react, he was standing, scooping you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. you let out a surprised squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"logan!" you laughed as he carried you towards the bedroom.

he smirked down at you, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "still comfy?"

you nodded, nestling closer to his broad chest. "always, when i'm with you."

logan's expression softened at your words. he paused in the doorway of the bedroom, gazing down at you with such love and tenderness that it made your heart ache.

"i'm the luckiest man alive," he murmured, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. "we're both lucky," you whispered against his mouth.

logan smiled - a real, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. then he was carrying you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

as logan laid you gently on the bed, gazing down at you with a mixture of hunger and adoration, you sent up a silent prayer of thanks. for the moment, this man, this love that you'd found against all odds.

whatever the future held, you knew that as long as you had logan by your side, you could face anything.

[baron-bear]

Got overtaken with a fey mood and made some lardvark hamplanets doing things. Expect completely realistic proportions with faces that just won't match the rest of the body.

Mostly used the following prompt, mixing it up for different angles, situations, and clothing: profile photo. living room in log cabin at night. one extremely rotund hyper-obese incredibly fat man with fat chubby face and hairy arms and long beard and short buzzed hair with hairy chest and incredibly huge extremely massive hairy blubbery balloon belly hanging very low over dark pajamas to feet barefoot relaxing flat on chaise lounge watching fat bears on giant tv mounted on wall eating snacks.

[simtleman]

The Venice Express (Download Tray Files & CC)

So I've been receiving a few DMs asking me whether my lots are up on The Gallery or somewhere else to be downloaded. To be more specific, my Grand Express (Columbia Station) Lot seems to be getting a lot of attention (which I'm so, so glad!).

As you may already know if you follow my Tumblr, my game and therefore my save file is kinda messed up ever since the last update (mostly my UI), so unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to share that lot with you guys. However, I've decided to create a brand new train from scratch and finally contribute somehow to this thriving historical Sims 4 community I'm loving so much. I may not have the talent to create CC myself, but as a former stylist I sure can put things others have created together to make 'em look nice lol. Without further delay, allow me to introduce you to The Venice Express!

Clearly inspired by the legendary and breathtaking Venice Simplon Orient-Express, the lot consists of a three wagon train (two of them with private cabins, the third one featuring a lounge bar and a small kitchen), a log cabin and a recreation area with a wooden arbor. Here are some screenshots:

Private cabins (they're all practically equal):

Lounge bar wagon/kitchen:

Log cabin:

Before you go ahead and download it into your game, a few IMPORTANT disclaimers:

The lot is a 50x50. If you want the enviroment to look just like my screenshots, make sure to place it in the big lot on top of the hill on Mount Komorebi.

I use ReShade in all my screenshots, so lighting/colors may vary from what it looks like on your game.

I used items from a few expansions and packs (listed in picture below), so if you don't own them those items might be replaced with others.

Like all my builds, this is a heavily CC based lot. If you don't have a powerful PC, it might get laggy while trying to play with it.

Regarding the CC, I do not own nor take credit from any item included within this lot. All credit goes to their amazing creators.

The .ZIP file (3.19 GB) includes two folders: one for the Tray Files and another one with all the CC. I'm 100% sure all the CC I used is already public for everyone; if it's not, it's been definitely longer than three weeks since it has all been in my game and you (the CC creator) shouldn't be putting content behind permanent paywalls to begin with ;)

I did use bb.moveobjects on while building and have NOT playtested it, so you might have to move some items for them to be functional.

The lot is currently set as a Residential, but you can certainly change it to anything else... including a Residential Rental and perhaps making each cabin a different apartment.

That's all for me! This is the very first piece of content I share for others to download, so if you run into any kind of issues do not hesitate to let me know and I'll try to help best I can :)

If you do like it, please make sure to like this post (maybe even comment on it if you feel kind enough!) and please, please, PLEASE do tag me on your screenshots if you share them here on Tumblr. I'd love to see what you guys make with it!

Download: Mediafire

Enjoy ♡

[imtrashraccoon]

Nightmare Cuddles 2: Electric Boogaloo... Side note, 'member when Axe gave Reader the soul talk? I 'member...

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Nightmare - Frozen

Word Count: 1,512

You were in another dream, or at least, you thought you were. This time, you were in the middle of the woods with no indication of where you were. To top it all off, you were also stranded in a fierce blizzard. You weren't dressed for the weather at all, but even if the wind wasn't blowing snow all over the place, you'd still be freezing cold. Even just standing here for a few minutes and your exposed skin was already starting to feel tingly and painful.

"Hello? Anyone?" you called out. The whistling of the wind seemed to steal your words away as soon as they'd left your lips.

But nobody came...

You started to walk, although your feet sank halfway into the snow and halfway up your calves with each step. You were shivering by now and your teeth were badly chattering as well. You had to find shelter and you had to find it now.

Just when you were beginning to lose hope, the thick trees seemed to part and you spotted a small log cabin up ahead. The roof was covered in a thick layer of snow and the wind had blown massive drifts against the walls, but there was light shining from within and smoke lazily drifting out of the chimney. The mere thought of being warm again was enough to spur you onwards and the forest almost melted away as you zeroed in on your goal.

You managed to reach the door and to your immense relief, it was actually unlocked. You practically stumbled over your feet in your haste to get inside. It didn't help that you couldn't feel your toes anymore.

The temperature change was instantaneous. While you were still shivering, your body was already feeling the benefits of the warm air and shelter from the wind.

The cabin was very simply furnished with rough hewn furniture and the whole room seemed to have been built around a large, stone fireplace. There were thick quilts on the bed and furs nailed to the walls, possibly for insulation or decor? The only thing that seemed slightly out of place though, was the plush couch that had been seemingly dropped in front of the roaring fireplace.

It was also where Nightmare was currently lounging. He lazily looked over when you approached and a smile stretched across his skull, the warmth of which, seemed to rival the warmth in the air.

"Ah, there you are. I'm glad you made it," he said softly.

"I nearly didn't..." You shuddered and wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to get some feeling back into your muscles.

"I had faith that you would." There was a slightly mischievous glint in his cyan eyelight that seemed to suggest ulterior motives but you couldn't be sure what those were. Well, until he motioned for you to come closer that is.

"Would you care to sit with me, dear?" he nearly purred in that velvety tone of voice that never failed to make your heart do a flip. It should be illegal to sound half as enchanting as he did...

You weren't complaining though. He could read the phone book out loud and you would still swoon over him. With a weak nod, you approached the couch but it felt like you were in a haze as you did so. It was probably just the effects of early hypothermia though...

You felt him drape a very soft quilt over your shoulders and another one over your legs when you sank into the couch cushions. The heat from the fire felt heavenly to your chilled body and you stretched out your hands to warm them up again. There was nothing quite like sitting in front of a warm fire to make you feel better after being out in the cold like that.

You were momentarily shocked out of the clouds your mind had taken up residence in when two of Nightmare's tentacles snaked behind your back. He not so subtly pulled you even closer until he could rest his skull on the top of your head if he wanted to.

The interesting part was that his tentacles were rather warm to the touch instead of cool like they naturally were. You suspected it was because of the black ooze coating them that naturally absorbed the heat from the roaring fire. The rest of him also felt quite warm to the touch and it was effectively chasing the chill away from your bones.

This was nice. It almost felt domestic in a way...if you ignored the sheer power imbalance and the fact that this was only a dream. Still, it was turning out to be another nice one.

Neither of you said anything for several minutes and just enjoyed the warmth of the fire as well as each other's company. Eventually though, you broke the silence first.

"I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but you've been far kinder than I initially expected. In fact, compared to my first few interactions with Dust and Killer, you've been downright nice."

Nightmare let out a low chuckle at that. "I'm not a nice person," he responded quietly. "I merely treat people how they deserve to be treated. Since you've been respectful and have managed to get along with all of my henchmen, I have deemed you worthy of kindness, even if it's only what little I'm capable of giving."

You turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "If you consider our previous interactions as you only showing a little bit of kindness, than you're already better than most people I've met."

He seemed a little taken aback by your words and his normally passive expression faltered into something more of a concerned one. His cyan eyelight scanned your face for several long seconds before he slowly shook his skull.

"Either you've only met people that are truly despicable or you don't know what true kindness is," he murmured.

"Maybe a bit of both?"

He started to nod but paused and gave you a bit of a weird look. "I thought your soul trait was Kindness...?"

You shrugged, "I have no idea honestly. Axe once told me I might be a variation of Kindness but I have no idea if that's true or not."

"Axe has good intuition. I am surprised neither of the other two ever drew you into an Encounter though. They aren't usually the types to hold back..." He trailed off and got a bit of a thoughtful expression now.

"Huh, I guess it never really came up? Although I don't even think they really saw me as much of a threat in the first place."

"Perhaps," Nightmare mused. "However they are smart enough to know that looks can be deceiving."

"I am really curious what my soul trait actually is though..."

He chuckled and lightly patted you on the head. "I'm afraid I can't actually draw you into an Encounter in this place, but I do not mind showing you some other time."

He fixed you with a more serious look and added, "Showing one's own soul to another is generally a very personal and sometimes intimate affair. So please consider it carefully, as by letting me see your soul, I'll be able to see even your deepest secrets. I should also mention that once secrets are revealed, they can never be truly hidden again..."

You nodded solemnly and stared into the dancing flames. You knew very well how serious it was. While you didn't know a lot about magic or souls, you'd seen how excited human-monster couples got at the prospect of sharing their souls with each other. It was never something you'd imagined to experience for yourself though.

You weren't special. You weren't rich, or very attractive, or particularly skilled. There was no reason for a monster to give you a second glance...

Nightmare had a good point though. You had known him for barely four days and you weren't exactly sure if you wanted him to know everything about you. Frankly, you didn't know if you wanted any of the boys to know about some of your deepest secrets. You were still curious though...

"Hey Nightmare?" you asked.

He hummed and tilted his skull in a questioning way.

"This dream seems reminiscent of you."

"Whatever do you mean by that?"

You couldn't help but smile at what you were about to tell him. "Well, outside it's absolutely frigid, but there's a small kernel of warmth on the inside. You seem much the same in my opinion."

His permanent smile widened considerably in clear amusement. "That's an...interesting way of putting it, dear..." He used his tentacles to lightly squeeze you and his gaze seemed almost affectionate for a brief moment.

After that, you eventually fell asleep next to him and the dream ended pleasantly. Despite everything, you felt content knowing that he seemingly cared about you, even if he hadn't acknowledged it out loud. Why else would he even be bothering to spend his time with you lately?

[kelcemenow]

Out There.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1343

Warnings Strong language and mentions of smoking weed.

I got a request from my Queen! Thank you for sending this in @killatravtramp and I really hope you like it! "Hi! I have a request for you! Would you be willing to write a fic where Travis meets the reader’s family for the first time, and she’s embarrassed because they’re kind of weird and out there? Thank you so much!!"

"Wait, wait, wait." You held your hand out and placed it on Travis' thigh, stopping hi from opening the car door, "Just...before we go in. I just want to remind you of what I said."

Travis rolled his eyes and smiled at you.

"No, I'm being serious. My family are...out there."

"I know, you've already said."

You closed your eyes and held Travis' hand tight, "Yeah but, they're really out there."

Travis breathed a laugh, "It's all going to be fine! Y/N, I love you and all of the strange things that come with you."

You smiled and took a deep breath before stepping out of the car, staring up at the log-style cabin in front of you. Your eyes flickered over the vast vegetable patches that ran along the left side of the structure and the tall piles of logs to your right. Chickens were dotted around the grassy area at the front of the cabin and large bulb string lights hung lazily around the porch. It was looking a lot more run down than your last visit, but you knew you parents wouldn't have noticed.

Travis stretched his arms over his head, "Wow, this is something!"

You sucked at your teeth, "Yep."

He looked at you with a smile, "Will you relax? I'm an open-minded guy. And hey, one night here...I might end up changing my lifestyle."

"Don't you dare." You glared at your boyfriend as you grabbed your overnight bag from the back of the car.

Twigs and leaves crunched beneath your feet until you arrived at the bottom of the wooden steps up to the front door. You could hear faint music coming from the house that grew louder in volume the closer you got. You turned to face Travis and quickly raised your eyebrows as you opened the door, stepping into the bright and cluttered cabin.

Travis followed you as you tried to locate the source of the music, assuming it must be where your parents were. You breathed in the familiar smell of patchouli and noticed the large new handmade tapestry hanging proudly on the wall. You turned a corner and found yourself in the lounge, a small and cosy space filled with luscious green plants and woven blankets. Wind chimes hung in the windows and clanged in the gentle breeze.

"I think the music is coming from outside?" Travis said and he pointed his thumb towards the back porch.

You peered out towards the windows, slowly making your way to the open door that was lined with strings of multicoloured wooden beads. Sure enough, you spotted your Father in an open white linen shirt and matching trousers playing the harp for your Mother who was clad in a tie-dye tank and billowy paisley pants, her eyes closed and body squatted down into the malasana yoga pose.

You cleared your throat and your Dad's face grew into a bright smile as your Mother rose from her position and ran over to you.

"Hi Mom!"

"Oh, my baby!" She grabbed at your face and covered your cheeks with kisses. "It's so good to see you."

Your Dad carefully placed the harp against the railing and walked calmly towards you, holding out his hands to yours. "My girl!" He looked over to Travis, "And her man."

Travis lowered his head and held out his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Your Dad snorted a laugh and waved Travis' hand away, "Hey, you can call me Dad." Pulling him into a hug.

"No Dad, that's weird."

Your Mom let go of your face and began picking at the air around you, "Oh darling, your aura is so polluted. This is what happens when you live in the city."

You rolled your eyes, "Why don't we sit down for some tea?"

"That's a wonderful idea! Come, let us show you what we've done."

You followed your Mom, with Travis and your Dad closely behind you, meandering through the rooms until you reached the dining room. Your eyebrows lowered when you looked to see that the dining table and chairs had disappeared. Instead, small cushions and mat were in their place. You watched as your Dad moved to one of the cushions and sat cross-legged, looking up at you with an excited expression.

"You...don't like sitting at a table anymore?" You asked slowly.

"Mmmm, we just think that this way we are closer to the earth, and besides, all of that furniture just made the room look really cramped."

You nodded, "Cool, shall I get the tea started?"

"Oh, your Mom and I traded some eggs for a handful of organic rose and chamomile tea from the neighbours."

"You don't have neighbours Dad, you have people who live in a trailer in the woods half a mile away." You said as you headed to the kitchen, Travis quickly following you.

As soon as you were out of sight, you rested your head against the kitchen cabinet, closing your eyes and breathing deeply.

"It's not that bad, baby."

You laughed as you opened the cabinet door and pulled out the wooden bowl full of teabags, "You won't be saying that in moment when you try to catch up with your emails or check your Instagram notifications."

Travis raised an eyebrow and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Baby, I think some time away from technology will be good for us, you know, reconnect with nature and really find ourselves."

You turned in his arms to face him, "Oh my God, they've gotten to you already. Did they brainwash you when I wasn't looking?"

"Oh, ha ha."

"I'm sorry, it's just most boyfriends have been freaked out by my parents and...how they are. And then it seems they disappear very quickly afterwards." You shook your head a little.

"Hey, I'm not just anyone, okay? I love you, which means I love your family and whatever comes with it."

He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you smiled, returning to the wood-fired stove to boil some water. Travis helped you by grabbing some enamel mugs that you assumed your Mom had painted the flowers on. Once the kettle had boiled, you carefully poured the hot water into the cups, with Travis placing a teabag in each one.

You both carried them into the dining room, settling down on a cushion each and handing out the tea around the circle.

"So Travis, what is it you do?" Your Dad asked.

"Uh, I'm a professional football player in the NFL, sir....sorry, Dad."

You leaned towards Travis, "You don't have to call him that."

"That sounds like it's awfully violent?" Your Mom said after blowing at the steam coming from her tea.

"It can be, I do come away with bumps and bruises occasionally."

You shuffled yourself closer to Travis, placing a hand on his arm, "He's very good, Dad. He's one of the best tight ends in the league."

Your Dad pressed his lips together, "I see, well that's very good Travis."

"A tight end with a good tight end, right Y/N?" You Mom giggled.

"Mom! Oh my God!"

Travis almost spat out his tea and you looked at your Father, who was currently doubled over laughing and clutching at his stomach.

"It's not funny!"

Your Mom uncrossed her legs and sat up on her ankles, "Oh, lighten up Y/N."

Your Dad leaned over to your Mom and whispered loud enough for you to hear, "I think she needs to get on our level, if you know what I mean?"

Your Mom nodded as you switched your gaze between her, your Dad and Travis, "What?"

"You want some smoke?" Your Dad held his hand out with a perfectly rolled joint in his palm.

Your eyes widened and you could hear Travis chuckle next to you, "What is happening here?"

"Oh your Dad and I have started growing our own, it's become one of our better ideas."

Travis let out a loud laugh, "Oh, shit, man. I think I'm beginning to like it here!"

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[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 26: Wyoming

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You chose a flight that departed Tuesday afternoon, arriving in Wyoming late that night. This timing would give you a chance to settle in and rest before diving into the work ahead the following day.

You had also reserved a cottage at the Log Cabin Motel that was conveniently located near the study. There were 2 bedrooms that each had their own bathroom, a small dinette table along with a small living room. There was also a desk where you could conveniently work.

Waking early on Wednesday morning, unable to sleep and still in your pajamas, you stepped out of your room to find Chuck already awake and making a pot of coffee.

"I'm starting to think you're a robot who never sleeps," you said with a teasing smile.

Chuck looked up from the coffee maker, a grin spreading across his face. "Nah, just a creature of habit," he replied, pouring a cup and offering it to you. "Besides, I knew someone had to keep the coffee flowing for the real early birds like you."

You chuckled, accepting the cup gratefully. "Thanks, Chuck. I don't know what I'd do without my morning caffeine fix."

He handed you a cup, prepared just the way you like it. "It's decaf. I know, not what you want, but better for the baby."

You took the cup and sighed, appreciating his thoughtfulness despite your longing for a stronger brew.

"Thanks, Chuck," you said, managing a grateful smile despite your disappointment. "You're right, it's better for the baby."

Chuck returned your smile. "So, what's on the schedule for today?"

"I need to go out and see what Stryker is doing with his research. It's just not making sense." You took a sip of your coffee. "But I need you to go to the auction and choose a couple of horses."

"What are you looking for?"

You gently pat your stomach. "I know they will all be good with him, but something for him."

Chuck nodded.

"Got it," Chuck said with a nod, his expression serious. "I'll make sure to pick a couple that are gentle and suitable for a family."

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a bit of relief knowing that Chuck would handle the auction. "I trust your judgment."

Just then, Jake emerged from the bedroom, dressed in gray lounge pants and a long-sleeved sleeping shirt. You raised an eyebrow from behind your mug as you took another sip of your coffee, marveling once again at how much that man could affect you with just his presence.

Jake's sleepy smile as he walked over to you made your heart flutter. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. "Morning," he murmured, still shaking off the remnants of sleep. "What's the plan for today?"

"We were just discussing it," you replied, returning his smile. "I'm heading over to check on Dr. Stryker's research. Something isn't adding up, and I need to see for myself what's going on. Chuck's going to the auction to pick out a couple of horses."

Jake nodded, his protective instincts clearly kicking in. "I don't like the idea of you going to see Stryker alone. I'll come with you."

You agreed with a shrug, grateful for his support. "That's fine with me. Let's get ready then."

After a quick breakfast, and getting dressed, you and Jake gathered your things and prepared to head out. You gave Chuck one last set of instructions, ensuring he knew exactly what you were looking for at the auction.

"Be careful," Chuck said, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "And don't worry about the horses. I'll find the perfect ones."

"Thanks," you replied, feeling a bit more at ease. "We'll see you later."

You and Jake headed towards one of the rental trucks while Chuck made his way to the other.

Jake opened the driver's side door for you, and you slid into the seat. He closed the door, then quickly ran around to the passenger side and got in.

"Well, at least there isn't a lot of snow," you said as you started the truck.

"Only you would say that," Jake responded, looking at you with a smile.

You glanced over at him.

"You always loved your winter months. Especially your snow," he continued.

As you began to drive, Jake added, "You've got the whole family loving it now."

You grinned, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction at the thought.

"Just you wait, Jake Seresin. You have yet to spend a Christmas at the lodge. You've been missing out," you teased, glancing at him with a playful smile.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't wait to see what all the fuss is about," he replied, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

As you navigated the snowy roads, a sense of excitement built up inside you. Sharing the holidays at the lodge with Jake, something you'd been wanting for years, was finally becoming a reality.

"Trust me, it's magical," you said, your voice brimming with enthusiasm. "There's nothing like waking up to a fresh blanket of snow, a crackling fireplace, and the smell of pine and cinnamon in the air. It's like something out of a fairytale."

Jake smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "I'm looking forward to it, darlin'. I know it'll be perfect, especially with you there."

You turned down the road that led to the farm that Dr. Stryker was currently collecting information at and parked the truck next to a bunch of other vehicles.

As you stepped out of the truck, you noticed the hustle and bustle of activity around the farm. Researchers and farmhands moved about purposefully, tending to animals and equipment. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the earthy scents of hay and livestock. You could see pens filled with various animals, including cattle, horses, and sheep, which were integral to Dr. Stryker's ongoing research.

Jake walked around the truck to stand beside you, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Seems like quite the operation," he remarked, a note of admiration in his voice.

"Yeah," you replied, your gaze sweeping over the scene. "Let's hope we can get to the bottom of this quickly."

You made your way towards the main barn, where you assumed Dr. Stryker would be. Inside, the sounds of animals mixed with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of metal tools. As you approached, a familiar face emerged from the shadows—Dr. Stryker, clipboard in hand, looking more frazzled than ever.

"Y/N, Jake," he greeted, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and forced enthusiasm. "I wasn't expecting you here."

"Dr. Colson sent me," you said, your tone firm but not unkind. "The data isn't adding up from when I helped you the last time, so I was sent to find out why."

Dr. Stryker nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Of course. Follow me."

He led you through the barn, explaining the various experiments and data collection methods. You listened carefully, noting the procedures and comparing them to the reports you had reviewed. It was clear that while some aspects of the research were thorough and well-executed, there were gaps and inconsistencies that needed to be addressed.

You looked at Stryker. "Doctor, what you're saying doesn't add up to what was given to the school. I'd like to see your computer."

He sighed. "That's currently at my hotel room, but I will gladly meet up with you later."

You sighed, feeling a growing sense of frustration. "Fine. Send me an email with that information, and I'll meet you at your hotel at six."

He smiled, a bit too brightly. "Sounds great. I'll see you then."

As you walked back to the rental truck, Jake glanced back at Dr. Stryker and then at you. "Something's not right."

You looked at him, your own suspicions bubbling to the surface. "I know," you admitted. "He's definitely hiding something."

Later that evening, you pulled the rental truck into a parking spot at the hotel where Dorian was staying. Jake sat in the passenger seat, despite your insistence that you would be fine. He simply didn't trust Dorian.

You walked through the lobby and approached the front desk. The attendant looked up as you arrived.

"I'm here to see Dr. Dorian Stryker," you said.

The attendant smiled warmly. "Ah, yes. Dr. Y/N Seresin. He's waiting for you in the restaurant."

You looked at Jake, who glanced at the attendant. "Is there a bar in the restaurant?" he asked.

"There is, sir," the attendant confirmed.

Jake turned to you with a determined look. "I'll be watching from there."

You leaned in and kissed him softly. "Okay," you agreed, feeling reassured by his presence.

As you and Jake walked towards the restaurant, the dim lighting and elegant decor created an atmosphere of quiet sophistication. The scent of delicious food and the hum of conversation filled the air. You spotted Dr. Dorian Stryker seated at a table near the back, engrossed in some papers. He looked up as you approached, a smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

"Y/N, it's good to see you," Dorian greeted, standing to shake your hand. His gaze flickered briefly to Jake before returning to you. "Please, have a seat."

You sat down across from Dorian, feeling the weight of Jake's watchful eyes from the bar. Dorian's smile didn't reach his eyes, which were shadowed with concern.

"Thank you for meeting me," you began, your tone professional. "We need to go over the data you've collected. There are some significant discrepancies that need addressing."

Dorian nodded, his expression turning serious. "As you've stated and I understand. I've brought all the relevant documents for you to review. I assure you, any inconsistencies were not intentional. This research is incredibly important to me."

You opened your laptop and began comparing the documents Dorian provided with the reports you had. The numbers and notes began to tell a troubling story. Some data points were missing, while others seemed to be manipulated.

"Dorian," you said, looking up from the screen, "these discrepancies are too significant to be simple errors. We need to figure out what's going on here."

Dorian sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know it looks bad, but I promise you, there's no foul play. We're under immense pressure to produce results, and sometimes things get overlooked. But I will take full responsibility and work with you to correct everything."

You nodded, appreciating his willingness to cooperate. "Alright, let's get started. We need to verify each data point and ensure our methodology is sound."

As you delved into the work, you couldn't help but notice Dorian glancing occasionally at Jake, who was seated at the bar, keeping a close eye on the proceedings. Dorian's frequent glances and subtle expressions made it clear that Jake's presence was annoying to him, adding a layer of tension to the meeting.

You looked at Dorian, catching his eye. "Is there something wrong?" you asked, your tone steady but curious.

He shifted slightly in his seat, meeting your gaze. "No, nothing's wrong," he replied, though his irritation was evident. "It's just… unexpected to have an audience."

You glanced towards Jake, who gave you a reassuring smile, then turned your attention back to Dorian.

"Well, let's focus on the task at hand," you said firmly. "Can you show me the data you mentioned?"

Dorian nodded, pulling out a laptop and opening the relevant files. "Here are the sets that we've been working on," he explained, scrolling through spreadsheets filled with numbers and notes. "The discrepancies are mostly in these sections."

You leaned in, examining the data closely. The inconsistencies were apparent, and as you cross-referenced the figures, patterns began to emerge. "It looks like there are repeated errors in these columns," you pointed out. "Is it possible that someone copied data incorrectly?"

Dorian sighed, rubbing his temples again. "It's possible. We've been under so much pressure to deliver results that accuracy might have been compromised."

"Well, let's start by correcting these errors," you suggested, your tone determined. "We'll need to verify each entry against the original data."

As you worked, you noticed Dorian fidgeting awkwardly. Concerned, you stopped again and looked at him. "Dr. Stryker, are you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with genuine concern.

Dorian looked at you, his discomfort evident. "I…I can't work like this," he stammered.

Confusion washed over your face. "What do you mean?"

He nodded towards Jake. "I feel like he's judging me."

You closed the laptop, taking a deep breath. "I think this is enough for today. Why don't we meet back here tomorrow?" you suggested, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Dorian looked relieved as he nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll make sure everything is ready for us to continue tomorrow."

You gave him a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this. Just make sure you review the data we went through tonight, and we'll pick up from there."

Dorian nodded, standing up and gathering his things. "Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

You watched as Dorian left the restaurant, then turned and started walking towards Jake.

Jake took the shot glass off the counter, gulped it down, and looked at you with his signature sexy grin. "That went quicker than I expected," he remarked.

You smirked back at him and handed your credit card to the bartender, who waited patiently. "He said he felt like you were judging him," you explained.

Jake chuckled. "Me? Never!"

"Are you drunk?" you asked, signing the receipt the bartender slid to you and handing it back.

He shook his head, still smiling. "Nope, just a single shot. Enough to relax but not nearly enough to get me drunk," he assured you, slipping his hand into yours as he hopped off the bar stool. The two of you began walking out of the hotel.

You walked to the passenger door where Jake held it open, but you looked at him. "I'm driving."

"Y/N, I swear I'm not drunk," he insisted.

"I believe you, but…" you trailed off.

You could see the realization click in Jake's head, understanding why you were insistent. Your parents had been killed by a drunk driver.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Jake apologized, his voice soft with regret.

You gave him a small, appreciative smile. "It's okay. Just let me drive."

He nodded, stepping into the passenger side while you walked over to the driver's side and got in. You started the truck. "We'll be back here tomorrow," you said, then turned to look at him. "But I want to go alone."

Jake looked at you, concern evident in his eyes. "Y/N, I don't think that's a good idea," he said firmly.

"It's only Dorian, Jake. I don't think he'd ever hurt me," you insisted.

"Well, that's not a chance I'm willing to take," Jake replied, his tone firm and protective.

You sighed, understanding Jake's concern but also feeling the need to assert your independence. "Jake, I appreciate your concern, but I need to handle this on my own. It’s important for the project and for my own confidence."

Jake looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. "I trust you, Y/N. But I don't trust him. And I don’t want to take any chances, especially now."

You reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I know. But I’ll be fine. It’s a public place, and we’re making good progress. I promise I'll call you if anything feels off."

He sighed, his grip on your hand tightening slightly before he nodded reluctantly. "Alright. But if anything happens, you call me immediately. Promise?"

"I promise," you said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Now, let's get back to our cabin. I'm exhausted."

You backed out of the parking stall and drove towards your cabin, the day's events weighing heavily on your mind.

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Not a Peep

Tara Lewis x reader Warnings: language, smut, fingering, dirty talk. Covers the "camping/cabin" square for bingo and a request. no there will not be a part 2, so don't ask for it. find a prompt list, send in a request if you want more Tara content.

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In any normal situation, team bonding was absolute torture, days forced together in cramped conference rooms while you pretended the work you were doing was some form of a fun game. But when it came to the BAU, things were finally different. You’d spend a couple of days in a nice city after working a case to let off a little steam, a day of gambling in Vegas, visits to the beach in Florida, Penelope had even roped the team into an afternoon in Disneyland after a case in Los Angeles. This extended weekend trip however involved no case at all, inspired by a night the previous autumn when Emily started telling scary stories to fit the Halloween theme around the office. It spurned on a conversation about summers spent at sleepover camp, weeks at campgrounds with families and friends. Shifting from the idea of groups of teens being murdered to the fun days of playing capture the flag, building fires to roast smores, sticky smiles at the end of a very happy, fun filled day.

It had been months since then and was a big surprise when Rossi announced he’d rented out a cabin an hour outside the city for the long weekend. Attendance was required and fun would be had. On top of that, all food and drinks would be provided, so it really was a win all the way around. Days were filled with various activities, the team splitting off depending on what everyone wanted to do, but there was a lot of lounging by the lake, swimming, disappearing off into the woods for a hike for everyone to return together for dinner. The barbeque was always utilized, racks of ribs, cobs of corn, various types of burgers, fresh fruit, grilled skewers of vegetables with cold beers to wash it all down with while the sun set on the horizon.

Currently, everyone was circled around the fire pit in the backyard telling silly stories, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. You were on a double seater almost loveseat with Tara, a blanket tossed over your bare legs that were conveniently draped over the other woman’s lap. The team knew you were close, but it was only Emily that actually knew you were dating and that had only been because she was your boss. Though the secret wouldn’t have lasted long anyway, you’d shared a wall at one of the hotels on a case recently and things hadn’t exactly been quiet. A lecture didn’t come, but a hell of a lot of playful teasing did, including a very sly grin from Emily when you and Tara offered to bunk together this weekend.

Tara wasn’t doing it on purpose, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your legs under the blanket, barely moving, ghosting over your skin. Her attention was turned to her other side, eyes on Luke as he took his turn at telling a ghost story. Your leg involuntarily twitched in her lap as you shifted slightly in an attempt to rub your thighs together. You attempted to play it off as stretching out a stuff muscle but Tara had already caught you, her hand stilling, wrapping around your calf and squeezing tightly without so much as a glance in your direction. You let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cooler beside you to grab a fresh beer in an attempt to distract yourself.

By the time Luke had finished his story, Rossi was calling it a night and heading inside, JJ not far behind him. Luke tossed another log on the fire and this time you actually did stretch your body out, slipping from underneath the blanket.

“Oh not you too!” Emily protested and you laughed.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, relax.”

Disappearing into the cabin you let out a little shiver, pulling Tara’s stolen flannel tighter around your body, though maybe the chill would help you calm down. The scent of her perfume on the shirt certainly wasn’t helping but it wasn’t as bad as having her hands on you beside the burning of the fire. You grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, taking a couple of minutes to yourself as you wandered down the hallway to the bathroom. After freshening up you dried your hands on one of the fluffy towels before unlocking the door, your attention on your phone as you typed out a reply to a couple of texts, you didn’t even notice Tara rounding into the hallway.

“Jeeze!” You jumped, letting out a quiet giggle as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, “told you I’d be right back.”

“Yeah, but I needed a fresh drink.” She shrugged, one hand pulling you closer to her by the beltloop in your shorts while the other slid up your cheek, wrapping around the back of your neck, “and I wanted an excuse to do this.” She murmured; her breath hot on your lips before they met yours.

You let out a moan into the kiss, your hands quickly wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her even tighter to you while she maneuvered you so your back hit the wall and you let out a little squeak. Tara took advantage, her tongue slipping into your parted lips, swooping through your mouth and dancing with your own. She softly dominated the kiss, putting all of the pent up tension you’d both been holding back all day into it, lips moving with grace in a familiar dance. The hand on your hip curved around your body, squeezing at your ass through your shorts and you let out a soft groan, your body arching into hers. Chuckling, she pulled away from your lips, kissing at the bare skin of your neck and you shivered, goosebumps popping up on your skin.

“So sensitive.”

“You started it.” You muttered back, your eyes fluttering shut as her teeth grazed against your neck, your hands clawing at the fabric of her shirt as she propped a knee between your legs.

“Oh come on!” Emily’s voice suddenly broke through your fantasy and Tara pulled herself out of the crook of your neck, a smirk on her lips, “that’s not a new drink! Or the bathroom.” She shot you a playful glare as she opened her bedroom door, “I swear if I hear even a peep tonight I’m telling the whole team.”

“Sorry Emily.” Tara laughed, her hand running down your arm to link with yours, tugging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. Emily rolled her eyes, disappearing into her room, the door clicking shut behind her before you retired into your own.

In the privacy of your room your hands reached out for Tara again, pulling her back to you, your hands slipping under the hem of her hoodie. She laughed softly, her arms wrapping around you as her lips met yours again. She nipped at your lower lip, her hands sliding the flannel off your arms, letting it drop to the floor and you whined quietly, tugging at her sweater.

“Patience…” She murmured.

“You’ve been teasing all day.” You grumbled back, though a smile broke out on your lips as she pulled the hoodie over her head, her hands nudging at your hips and she laughed.

“Yeah? How so?” She raised a brow as you shifted back up to the headboard and she was able to crawl onto the bed.

“Have you seen yourself in a bikini? Or how about all those lingering glances and little touches? Tease.”

“You heard Prentiss.” She said with a shrug, shifting onto the bed beside you, slipping under the covers, “it’s quiet hours.”

“Please.” You pouted, a hand reaching out to brush her hair back behind her ear.

“You sure you can? You almost woke up the entire floor in San Diego.”

“Well maybe that’s just because you fuck me so good I can’t help it.” With a grin you surged toward her, pulling her down on top of you in a kiss and she couldn’t resist but to slide her tongue into your mouth.

One hand braced her on the bed while the other snuck under your tank top, groping at your chest and you softly moaned, Tara silencing it with her mouth, swallowing your breath down. Her finger and thumb rolled your nipple between them, pinching down harder with each rotation, your back arching off the bed toward her. She repeated the action on the other side, earning a tiny whine from you into the kiss, your hips rocking up toward her when she settled a leg between yours.

“You like that?” She asked quietly, lips barely leaving yours, “like it when I play with your pretty tits?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, doing your best not to make a noise.

“Thought you might.”

Her leg surged up between yours, thigh rubbing right against your clothed cunt and your breath caught in your throat, your hands clutching at her body.

“Tara… please..”

Her fingers pinched harshly at your nipple and the gasp caught in your throat, your head dropping back into the pillows. Tara kissed at the side of your jaw, trailing down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as they went, by the time she’d settled in the crook of your neck her hand was sneaking downwards, fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts. She snapped the elastic against your body to test you, to see if you’d follow the rules before her hand finally slunk underneath them, a quiet gasp leaving your lips when her fingers found your clit.

Her lips returned to yours as her fingers began to lazily rub at your clit, lips curving up into a grin as your body slowly started to rock up towards her in a steady rhythm. Your arms wound around her, one hand tangling into her hair as your heart rate began to pick up. It was just enough to rile you up, barely above a level of teasing but Tara’s hands and lips were on you, so you weren’t about to complain, you knew she’d reward you soon enough. Your breath was hot on her neck, the quietest of whimpers sent straight into her ear and she grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your skin as her hand sunk lower, fingers swiping through your folds. A hitched breath left your throat as she gathered your juices, moving back up to rub at your clit again, this time harder and faster before sinking back down.

“You really are pent up.” She murmured, “this wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please…” you whispered.

“You’ve been so good.” She replied, kissing the underside of your jaw.

Tara’s fingers nudged at your pussy, swirling your juices around before two of them slowly sunk in and you bit back a moan. She knew you so perfectly, just when and how to fuck you, exactly what would bring you the ultimate pleasure and you were eternally grateful for it. She pumped her fingers slowly at first, letting you get used to the stretch while the heel of her hand brushed on your swollen clit. Your breathing picked up, hands clenching at the fabric of her shirt as your pussy started to flutter. The pleasure was building up, coil tightening in your stomach as your heart beat heavy in your chest. Tara’s lips brushed at your neck when she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper,

“That’s my good girl.” Her fingers curled, pressing into the sensitive spot, and you let out a breathy gasp, “pussy always feels so good. Can you hear how wet you are?”

“Mmhmm…” you nodded back, doing your best to keep your lips pressed together. The cabin was quiet, the air still, though very heated within the confines of your room, the wet sounds from your cunt echoing through the air with each thrust of Tara’s fingers.

“Shame I couldn’t get you naked, you always look so beautiful on display for me, stuffed full with my cock.” Her fingers began to pick up their speed, your cunt pulsing heavily around them, spasming when she would randomly crook them right where you wanted. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you nice and good when we get home, hmm? Have your pretty pussy dripping with cum?”

“Oh.. god…” You whimpered, your hips jolting up off the bed, grinding onto her hand as you buried your face into her shoulder, “feels so good.”

“I know baby.” She grinned, her fingers thrusting deeper into your warmth, “I can tell by how fucking soaked you are.” Her fingers twisted, curling suddenly to press forcefully into your g-spot and you cried out.

“Fuck!”

In an instant her hand stilled completely, fingers simply resting inside your cunt and you dropped back into the pillows with a pout as she raised a brow at you.

“What did I say?”

“Please!” You whispered, tears nearly forming in your eyes at just how close you’d been to reaching your peak, “please keep going. I’ll be quiet! Promise. They won’t even know your fingers are in me. Please. I promise.”

“You break that promise and instead of rewarding you when we get home you’re getting punished, alright baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously, “please. Need you.”

A quiet gasp escaped your lips as Tara’s hand moved, rubbing your pulsing nub while her fingers began to pump inside your pussy again.

“That’s it.” She purred, ducking down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you surged higher and higher. Her tongue slipped into your mouth while you whined, your hips rocking up to meet her hand with each thrust. She shifted her weight so her free hand could slide under your shirt, pinching at your nipples again, rolling them between her fingers in time with the way she fucked you. She could feel you squirming, feel the groans and moans coming from the back of your throat as her fingers curled again and again, juices beginning to leak down her wrist.

“Oh god…” you broke the kiss with a whispered gasp, “don’t stop… please…”

“Go on baby.” She husked, kissing her way across your jaw, nipping at your earlobe, “come for me.”

Tara’s lips continued their way down your neck, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin as her fingers crooked inside your dripping pussy again and you felt yourself begin to shudder underneath her. Heat broke through your skin and your thighs trembled, nearly attempting to close around her hand. You buried yourself into the crook of her neck and she let out a quiet hiss when your teeth sunk into her skin to muffle your moans as you came.

Her hand slowed, fingers sliding in and out of you with less urgency as you rode out your orgasm, her lips leaving gentle kisses on your body. With a puff of a breath you dropped back into the pillows, your eyes fluttering open to look up, finding her smiling down at you.

“Sorry.” You muttered, glancing toward her shoulder and she chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You kept quiet.” Her fingers finally slipped out of you and you couldn’t help but whine, pulling another grin from her, “just wait til we get home, alright?” Before you could answer her you caught her wrist in your hand, pulling her slicked fingers to your mouth and sucking them between your lips, your tongue swirling around them until they were clean. “Good girl.” She praised with a grin.

“Don’t suppose we could leave early?” You asked with a pout and she laughed again.

“Not without a decent excuse.” She dropped onto the bed beside you, pulling you to her, “just one more night, then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to do anything but scream.”

“Promise?” You asked as you stifled a yawn, burrowing into her chest.

“Baby the neighbours won’t be able to look at us for weeks.”

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Hi 👋 , could you write a fic of chris and wife! reader visiting his homeland of newfoundland and meeting his family. (btw you're like the #1 chris fanfic writer on this app, keep up the amazing work!!)

#1 Chris fanfic writer is a MASSIVE compliment, thank you so much!😳 this is a new request, but my brain was suuuuper fixated on it, so I hope you enjoy!💗

CHRIS MCLEAN AND WIFE! READER VISITING NEWFOUNDLAND ONE SHOT

We're heading down to Newfoundland That rocky eastern shore!

That song’s been stuck in your head since you found out Chris was taking you on a private trip to his homeland.

You kiss his cheek,“You were such a sweetheart for bringing the contestants to your childhood home, Chris!”

He didn’t see what the deal was,“It’s nothing. You get to meet my mom and know Jerd a little more. The rest of the family aren’t important.”

“Hold up, Chris.” your grave sounding words draw him away from the window,“That sentence doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

You weren’t gonna comment on Chris devaluing the position of his other family members, since it was his family, it was his business,“Well, we’re married... Doesn’t that mean I should’ve met them during our engagement or at the wedding?”

“Uh...” he chuckled,“There’s a reason why it’s us going to them, (Y/N).”

You put the pieces together,“I won’t ask anymore.”

Without Total Drama, this visit was a lot more ordinary yet unfamiliar. The smell of marine clogs your nostrils and seagulls’ squawks still active at this time of day clanged your ears.

Chris knocks on the barn door of his old home, opened by an auburn haired woman in a matter of seconds. Wrinkles lightens her face, almost like they mainly came from her constant joy rather than age as demonstrated with her loving greeting to Chris, making her title in his life clear.

Your anxiety in making a good first impression was compressed when she called your name more cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you,“Welcome welcome, I was wondering when Chris would finally bring ye home! Look at ya, Chris was right when he told me he married a bonnie lass!”

You looked at him for help. What did she say?

“She means an ugly cow.” by that look on his face, you knew he was teasing.

“Ohh patch aht, Chris! Ye ken what I meant when I said that.” his mother scolded him, turning back to you with a smile,“I meant yer a fine woman, love! Maybe too good for my wee Chris here.”

“Mommm...” now he knew how it felt hearing something dislikable, pouting at her,“You don’t mean that.”

“Aw stop yer whinin’, mac, it’s been a long time since yer introduced me to somebody I liked, hasn’t it?” she nudges him gently with her knuckle, addressing both of you,“Come in, I’ll fetch the Screech!”

Here was what the rest of the contestants didn’t get to see. A warm cabin-like house where most of the walls and stairs were made from logs. A lot of fish decor and though there wasn’t much interior walls, it was easy to tell where the kitchen and living room separated at. It was strange that Chris had not lived here for a long time, yet his scent was still so fresh among the furniture.

“Your mom is so nice, Chris!” you exclaim to your husband, looking around the well kept lounge, with three sofas and a coffee table,“You didn’t tell me she was so cheerful.”

He chuckles, shrugging,“Now you know where I get my smile from.”

And you recognised a duplicate of that smile in a photo frame, a teenage looking boy standing next to a woman who had a big resemblance to his mom. Both of them looked forward to the camera, appearing to be outside on a warm crowded day,“Was this you?”

He looks at it and nods,“That was on the final day of high school. It’s weird looking back on how I used to look without my stubble. I was still a hunk either way!”

You look at another frame, above the fireplace, of another younger Chris, dressed in a grey sweater and his hair medium cut. He looked about seven here,“Aww.. And this was you as a little boy. Your face was so round.”

He admires it,“It sure was. I remember shortly afterwards, I lost my first tooth.”

Then caught your eye, a time where he didn’t have any teeth: his mother, with much more frizzy hair and large hoop earrings, holding a baby close to her chin. They must have been at a beach, the woman’s vest being an appropriate choice for those outdoors.

“Aww, you were such a cute baby...” even with the low quality cameras had back then, you could still make out the the docile face Chris once had. You beamed at how he started off in the world as this beautiful baby boy.

He grins at the petting compliment,“The best thing on the planet was once so small you could pick him up in your arms!”

That’s still possible, but anyway! It was very clear his mom loves him, with a lot of moments of his childhood put up on show in her living room- you were happy that your husband had such a good relationship with one of his parents,“You love your mom a lot, don’t you?”

“How can’t I? She’s an amazing woman who’s done a lot for me. Probably the reason why I have some humanity left in this calamitous heart.”

Said woman returns back with a tray of four bottles of Screech,“Jerd should be here in ‘bout two shakes! Leave that bottle for him.”

“Thank you, mom.” though, he proceeded to walk out,“Bladder’s full.” Ah.

In the meantime, she invited you to have a seat on one of her comfy beige sofas. You decided to use this time to ask her some questions,“So... Ms McLean-“

“Katherine, dear!” your mother in law interrupts you kindly.

Your appreciation rose. She was as pellucid as when she first saw you come with Chris,“Thank you, Katherine. How long have you lived here in Newfoundland for?”

“Been living ‘ere before Chris was born! This is where his dad’s from and he wanted to stay so I figured I ought to come live with him.” Katherine replied, taking a sip of her Screech.

“Wow! And your accent is still very fresh.” you make an obvious comment on her heritage.

“Well lass, when yer getting old, it don matter where you are. Your roots will always wanna come back up to enjoy the review of yer life.” she winked,“I have learnt a bit about how these people in Newfoundland parts talk though! For example, they like to say “‘Ow’s she cuttin, me cocky?” as a way to say “How are you, my friend?” Funny, isn’t it!”

Your face stretches in surprise,“I never would have thought that was how they asked how you’re doing! Though, these kind of idioms are what makes cultures so beautiful and unique, right?”

“For sure!” her amused smile tones down to a very welcoming one as she put a hand on your shoulder,“Aw (Y/N). I really wished I was there to congratulate ye on the wedding day. I woulda loved to seen you in that lovely white dress.” her smile folds away, almost like she was lying to you...until she added,“My Christian on the other hand had to go looking like a pure bampot with all that gel he keeps using. Woman to woman, dae ye dig it?”

Before you could answer, her son returns to the living room, not pleased with the first words his embarrassed ears encountered,“Of course (Y/N) likes my hair! I totally looked way more gorgeous than I normally do on the wedding day, and that’s beyond science! Have you seen the photos?”

“Oh I saw everything.” you knew this was his mother for her to not be fazed at all by his self absorbed utterances,“That don’t mean ye should be using that damned gel every day! Dae ye ken what will happen if ye keep going? Yer gonna lose all this nice hair I used to comb for ye everyday and yer gonna be as bald as a nickel! And I know that’s not what ye want, but I canny tell ye what to dae, it’s yer life and I’ve done me part as yer mom while ye were a wee bairn.”

Chris didn’t like being told what to do, but he made very few exceptions to people’s advices, like from his mother,“Okaaaaay Ma... I’ll lay off the gel every two days. Happy?”

She kisses him apace,“That’s my boy!”

On cue, the short cousin arrives, looking identical to the first time you saw him from third season, in his sun coloured raincoat to his fiery red beard.

“Jerd!” Chris goes over to his ginger relative and clasps hands with him,“How you been?”

“Well, b’y!” he keeps his large genetic smile as he saw you,“Ah, the pretty lady! ‘Ow's she cuttin', me cocky?” he miraculously asked, enthusiastically shaking your hand.

“Best kind b’y, thank you!” never has been a better time to be prepared!,“We saved you a bottle of Screech.”

Jerd notices and he grabs it off the tray immediately,“Cheers! I’m just ‘bout gutfounded for some of this good o’ stuff!”

You weren’t thirty minutes in your stay at Newfoundland, but you already decided. You needed to visit them more often.

[riveramorylunar]

Pairings: Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader & Blackhill x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Snowstorm, Being Sick, Fire and Fluff

Pet Names/Nicknames: Tasha, Ria, Darling & Sweetheart

Word Count: 1,306

Natasha and Maria had been living together in the high mountains for 4 years now. They had retired from being an Avenger and S.H.E.I.L.D agent. The snow was a constant in their lives, covering the mountain top and providing a peaceful blanket of white to keep away prying eyes. With only the two of them, they had to rely on each other to survive and provide for the essentials of life.

Maria was the hunter and would take long trips away from the cabin on snow-frosted days to collect food and the fruit that would grow on the mountain. She had become a master of hauling her heavy gear which included a bow & arrow and sometimes throwing knives, and finding the food they needed to survive. While Maria was away, Natasha kept busy. She would chop the wood they used for their fire with a handcrafted axe that she had made in the past winter with the metal Maria had found just laying in the snow covered ground a mile away from their cabin. Slicing through the thick trunk of a nearby tree, several logs would be put away to dry for the coming winter and to be burned during the long, cold nights.

At the end of each day, both of them would collapse into their large cabin and lounge in front of the fire in the soft light of the fireplace. They would sip either vodka or scotch, depending on their mood, and talk until the sun disappeared behind the mountains. The years had not been easy, but they glowed with a warm, satisfied feeling as they reflected on all they had accomplished together. While the snow may never stop coming, they could still enjoy the moments they had together, taking a moment to just relax and appreciate life.

However everything changed when a snow storm hit. The morning after the snow storm Maria had left to go collect food again. She was following a deer trail with her bow and arrows ready when she heard loud coughing coming a few feet away. She stopped in her tracks before putting her bow and arrow away. She walked over to the tree that the sound was coming from. She had walked around it and froze when she saw a girl laying in the snow with just a long sleeve shirt and ripped up pants. Maria saw blood in the snow causing her to act quickly. She rushed to the girl's side before reaching out for the girl who flinched. "Hey hey it's alright I'm not going to hurt you" Maria muttered out and the girl looked up from behind her hair to see Maria looking down at her.

As the girl looked up at Maria her vision began to blur before she passed out causing Maria to act quickly and roll her over. Before she picked the girl up she heard rustling causing her to look over to see the deer she was following came out from behind a bush. Maria looked down at the girl before sighing. She scooped up the girl before standing up. As she stood up the deer pranced away when it heard the sound of the snow crunching. Maria watched the deer disappear before looking down at the unconscious girl that was in her arms. Maria looked at the girl and realized she was quite beautiful.

When Maria arrived back at the cabin Natasha had just finished chopping the last of the wood up. Natasha looked up and smiled when she heard the snow crunch. Her smile dropped when she saw the girl in Maria's arms. She dropped her axe onto the big tree trunk before rushing over. "What happened is she alive" Natasha asked and Maria looked up at her wife. "Don't know and yes she's alive but she's freezing we need to get her inside and start a fire quickly" Maria said and Natasha nodded before rushing towards the cabin quickly followed by Maria.

Maria had laid the girl on the couch as Natasha was kneeling in front of the fireplace. She watched as the fireplace lit up before standing up and putting another log in it. "Where did you find her" Natasha said as she turned around to see Maria was cleaning up the girl's wounds. "I found her behind a tree while I was following a deer to catch for dinner" Maria said as she put a bandage on the girl's forehead. She stood up and walked into the hallway before coming back out with a fluffy black blanket. She put it over the girl's shivering body and tucked her in. "Who knows how long she's been out there what if she was out there when the snowstorm hit" Natasha said as she sat down on the other side of the couch. "She wasn't covered in snow when I found her so she wasn't out in the storm" Maria said as she joined Natasha. "Poor girl" Natasha muttered as she rested her head on Maria's shoulder. Maria looked over at the girl who subconsciously curled up into the blanket before gripping Natasha's hand.

The two woke up when they heard coughing. They both over to see the girl was completely covered with the blanket. Natasha stood up before removing the blanket from the girl's face causing the girl to whine. Natasha shushed the girl before moving the stray hairs out of her face. She reached over and touched the girl's forehead and felt it burning up. "Ria can you go get a cold towel and some Tylenol" Natasha said and Maria nodded before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. The girls eyes fluttered open before looking up at Natasha. The girl's eye's widened in shock before she bolted up and scooted away from Natasha. "Hey hey it's alright it's okay I'm not going to hurt you you're safe here I promise" Natasha said as she put her hands up slightly. The girl looked around the room before she heard footsteps causing her to look over. The girl looked at Maria who looked back at her. Maria slowly walked over before setting the glass of water down on the wooden table along with the pill. "Tasha are you alright" Maria asked and Natasha nodded before stroking her hand through her hair. "Yeah I just spooked the girl is all" Natasha said as she lowered her hands. Maria looked over to see the girl already looking at her.

"Sorry for scaring you Sweetheart I didn't mean to" Natasha said as she was now sitting on the couch next to the girl. "It's alright" the girl said as she buried herself farther into the cozy blanket. "What's your name Darling" Maria said and the girl peaked out from under the blanket before going back under. "t's Y/N" the girl said causing the two women to smile softly. "Well it's nice to meet you Y/N I'm Maria and this is Natasha" Maria said and Y/N grumbled before curling up into a ball even more. "Are you still cold" Maria asked and Y/N nodded under the blanket. "Come here" Natasha muttered out softly causing Y/N to look out from under the blanket. She saw Natasha's arms open causing her to think before scooting over and falling right next to Natasha completely still under the blanket. Natasha chuckled quietly before looking up at Maria who smiled.

Even though they met in an unusual circumstance their worlds were about to change in a good way of course. Their futures were filled with Happiness, Laughter, Peace, Joy, Friendship and most importantly Love. Fate had brought them together well more like the snowstorm but still. Natasha and Maria knew that Y/N needed them both to protect her and Y/N knew that the two needed her to keep them company even though they would act tough in the future.

[theroseceleste]

Pilot Miguel - Part 11 - My Hero

Miguel seems to be in a bit of a mood and a celebrity passenger only seems to worsen it. However, all problems have to be put aside in an emergency situation.

Word count - 4172

Minors DNI

If you don't want spoilers, don't read the 'contains' bit below.

Contains : Jealous behaviour, flight incident - bird ingestion / engine failure, emergency landing - no casualties. Smut : Fingering, mutual masturbation, penetrative sex.

Enjoy! xx

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There’s excitement in the staff lounge at Adolfo Suárez Madrid-Barajas airport. A celebrity is going to be on your flight and obviously, you’ll be serving him in first-class. Sergio Velasquez, who is only just the handsomest actor in the film industry; nominated for many Oscars and seemingly the nicest man in the world.

You and Miguel turn up in the staff lounge, on a rare occasion where he flies you back to Nueva York after having flown you to Madrid just a couple of days before.

The last forty-eight hours have once again been magical and you have enjoyed spending time with your man, wandering around the city and making mad, passionate love together in your hotel room.

“Oh my God, oh my God…” you mutter under your breath excitedly when you hear about Sergio Velasquez.

Miguel looks down at you, as he thrusts his phone into his pocket.

“What’s the matter?” he asks you, looking slightly irritated, but not at you.

You stare back up at him.

“Sergio Velasquez… You know; charming actor, famous, really nice guy…”

Your tone almost sounds dreamy as you imagine what meeting him is going to be like.

Miguel huffs in a disinterested manner.

“So what?”

You blink at him in surprise, but it’s clear that Miguel really does not understand what all the excitement is about.

“Just another passenger to me…”

Rolling your eyes slightly at him, you scoff.

“So what? He’ll be the first celebrity passenger I’ve ever served, and the one I’ve been most keen to meet.”

“Ahh, well, you know what they say, (Y/N). Never meet your heroes,” Peter interrupts as he steps into the conversation.

“Peter!” you cry out happily and give him a hug.

So much has happened since you last saw the co-pilot and you’re thrilled to see him. He always makes your flights interesting and full of good humour.

“Hey Migs, how are you doing? Good to see you again,” Peter says as he holds his hand out to the Captain who audibly groans upon hearing the name ‘Migs’.

He reluctantly takes Peter’s hand and shakes it.

“Let me guess, Lyla told you that nickname?”

“Sure did!”

“Here’s some advice – forget the name.” Miguel replies as he lets go of Peter’s hand and adjusts his tie.

Despite having an amazing time with you for two days in Spain, it seems his mood has plummeted even lower than normal. You notice he’s received a few texts which you feel troubles him.. And now his mood has worsened at the mention of the celebrity. Is he… jealous?

Peter shrugs and moves on to say hello to another member of the cabin crew, leaving you alone with Miguel once more.

“You’re not - jealous are you babe?” you whisper quietly so only he can hear.

He scoffs as he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you.

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous of Sergio Velasquez?”

He’s totally jealous…

“Okay, so Migs is a ‘no-go’ for you, so what can I call you?” Peter asks as he takes his seat on the right of the cockpit.

Most of Miguel’s attention is on the weather report. Decent conditions are forecast until approaching Nueva York in the evening.

“Checks, Parker.”

“Checks? That’s an odd name-“

“Tch…” he tuts, “not my name! Do. Your. Checks!”

Peter goes red in the face, partially out of embarrassment but also frustration. No one struggles warming up to him, so why is Captain O’Hara being super prickly?

Without another word he does his once-over checks on his side of the controls. Everything looks in good working order.

Miguel is now reading the plane’s log-book. Once again, a squeaky clean history. No issues or malfunctioning equipment. Feeling satisfied, he stuffs the book back where he found it.

“You can call me Miguel,” he finally responds to Peter, unable to shake off feeling a little bad about his outburst earlier.

Since his recent contact with Xina, and her persistent pestering, he feels a little on edge most of the time.

“Miguel - nice name,” Peter replies with a compliment, but it doesn’t match his usual warmth.

The Captain frowns. He’s finally managed to shut Flight Officer Parker up, but at what cost? Then he casts his mind to you while he does his equipment checks. He wonders what you’re doing and if you’ve met Sergio Velasquez.

“Good afternoon Mr Velasquez, such an honour to be serving you today,” you stutter ever so slightly as you greet the actor you’ve liked for quite a while now.

After taking a look at his ticket you show him to his seat and offer him a glass of champagne. He gives you a weak smile and he continues to wear his sunglasses despite being inside the plane.

“Thanks,” he mutters to you quietly as he takes the glass and makes himself comfortable.

Your immediate thought is that he’s probably faced a bunch of fans at the airport and simply wants some time to himself, which you can understand, of course.

There is a slight delay as it takes a while to get all passengers on board. Some are running late and have put everything on hold. During that time you check on the pilots to see if they need any quick refreshments before they’re committed to takeoff. Peter asks for water, but Miguel just shakes his head in response.

After a quick trip into the galley you return with a cup of water for Flight Officer Parker as the last few passengers come on board and put their bags in the overhead lockers.

“How’s Sergio?” your boyfriend asks with mock interest.

“Awww, you do care,” you tease Miguel, ruffling the back of his hair as Peter looks away to get his checklist ready.

“He’s alright - quiet. Not quite like how I expected.”

“Never meet your heroes,” Peter repeats from earlier, but you sense he’s in a mood now, too.

Silence fills the cockpit as you look at both of the pilots with a concerned frown.

“Is everything o—“

“Hello?”

You hear someone calling out near the entrance to the cockpit, grabbing your attention immediately.

“Shit, that’s him…” you mutter.

As you step away, Miguel opens his grumpy mouth to speak as he smooths over his now messy hair.

“Yes, you go deal with him.”

His words make both you and Peter look at him with a stunned expression. This is unlike him when you’re around…

Stepping back towards Miguel, you allow yourself to wrap your arms around his shoulders in front of Peter - you trust him. A quick, soft and tender kiss is delivered to his cheek, making him freeze on the spot, eyes fixed on the apparatus before him.

“Be good,” you whisper against his cheek while your hand strokes the other, immediately causing his heart to pound hard in his chest.

Pulling yourself away, you give a flabbergasted Peter a wink before leaving the cockpit to deal with Sergio.

Miguel can feel Peter’s eyes on him.

“Don’t even think about saying anything…”

Peter raises his hands placatingly.

“Absolutely. Staying out of this one.”

Despite not saying anything, he wonders just what has happened between the both of you since he last saw you in Acapulco. He hopes that Miguel treats you better than how he just did too.

“We need to start pre-flight checks…” Miguel mutters quietly in hope to get out of this awkward situation.

Despite still feeling your kiss on his skin and the sound of it lingering in his ear. An unignorable and uncomfortable squeezing around his heart continues. Jealousy is an ugly feeling and he hates the fact he’s behaving the way he is. It’s suffocating and heavy in his chest. He trusts you, but despises the fact that another man that gets you excited is receiving your attention right now…

You sigh as you finally strap yourself in the jump seat. Sergio has been giving you the runaround, whilst not being particularly pleasant about it either.

He asked for a new glass of champagne as his first drink was ‘too bubbly’ for his liking, and insisted that the cabin was too dark despite you telling him numerous times it was because he was still wearing his sunglasses. It’s safe to say you’re not looking forward to the rest of the flight, but feeling thankful for this respite as the plane begins its journey to the runway.

As you wait for the plane to take off, you hear the usual sound of passengers talking to their neighbours, a calm and peaceful atmosphere until the engines start to roar. You get thrusted forward a little more than usual out of your seat as your back faces the front of the plane.

You might be a little paranoid, but you can’t help but think Miguel’s foul mood is reflected in how the plane behaves. Perhaps he’s a little overzealous with the thrusters today?

The air above the runway shimmers in the heat as the Boeing-747 tears its way along it, engines screaming as all four of them push hard to get 397 tons at the right speed to take flight.

The familiar dropping sensation in your stomach tells you that all wheels have left the ground and the back of the plane looks like it’s at the bottom of an incredibly steep hill.

Inside the cockpit, both pilots are silent as they monitor the equipment. Miguel presses a switch that calls back the landing gear, stowing them away in the plane’s belly. A clunking sound indicates that the automatic doors have shut the wheels in.

Everything seems completely normal until the two men hear a loud bang, shaking the whole plane and making them flinch. Lights on the cockpit dashboard illuminate, highlighting that engine three is in total shut-down.

“Mierda!” (Shit!) Miguel yells as his mind runs rapidly, remembering the emergency landing procedure.

The bang is heard throughout the fuselage, followed by panicked screams and yelps of shock on the right hand side of the aircraft. Some passengers witness one of the four engines suffer a catastrophic failure. Flames burst out of the back, spurring chaos.

Your heart pounds as various thoughts rush through your mind all at once. What the hell has happened and if Miguel and Peter are okay?

If there is ever a time to panic, now is not it. After the initial shock, both pilots revert to their extensive training that got them here in the first place.

“Mayday, mayday, flight AA-1610 has suffered what we suspect is a bird ingestion in engine three. Requesting priority to circle round and land immediately.”

Peter sounds calm and collected as he radios the air traffic control tower. As he does this, Miguel levels the plane out to stop it from climbing any higher.

“Understood flight AA-1610, can you confirm you still have control of the aircraft?” a man in air traffic control asks.

“Yes, we can still control the aircraft,” Peter answers plainly.

“Okay, I will be advising all flights in the air and on the ground to hold until you land. And I will request the assistance from airport emergency services.”

Miguel has been given the all clear to land. He banks the plane in a gentle turn to loop back and approach the runway for an emergency landing.

Back in the cabin, you hear Miguel inform the passengers and crew of the emergency landing and suspected bird ingestion resulting in the engine failure. To your relief, he sounds unphased and calm. Unlike Sergio who has suddenly gone very pale and begun whimpering. You’re starting to see him in a new light, and it’s not very flattering…

Passengers try and peer out of their windows to try and see the engine. Thankfully they’re not screaming or yelling. It seems Miguel has done a good job not to incite panic with the passengers with his announcement.

You feel the plane tilt as it makes its final approach. As it lines up with the runway, other planes loop around higher in the sky as they wait to be cleared to land.

Another clunking sound is heard through the fuselage, causing the already nervous passengers to worry even more, but you know that is the sound of the landing gear lowering and locking into place.

As Miguel brings the plane lower towards the runway, he can see emergency vehicles poised to roll along after the aircraft, ready to assist if needed. Some of them are fire trucks and a few others are ambulances in case there are any casualties should things become dire.

Despite being down one engine, the plane is flying exceptionally well. It still handles perfectly to get them back down on the ground safely.

The landing gear connects with land as smoothly as he can make it. Flaps on the wings extended at the fullest setting to slow the plane down before taxiing off the runway.

Cheers and applause are heard throughout the cabin as passengers feel great relief to be back on terra-firma. You spot Sergio blubbering, pressing his hands together as if to thank God for surviving a traumatic experience.

Despite rolling your eyes at him, you, too, feel like crying, but out of sheer pride for Miguel and Peter for dealing with the situation so professionally and efficiently. Everyone is safe on the ground thanks to them and their ability to fly and remain calm in an otherwise stressful situation.

Thankfully, there is a spare gate for the damaged plane to park at. It is safe to go near the terminal as the flames on the engine went out on their own after it died completely.

All on board are going to have to re-enter the terminal to wait for another plane to be organised by AracnAir for their flight to Nueva York. Some passengers feel thankful to be alive, others know this is the beginning of a painful wait in the airport while things are re-organised.

You itch to see Miguel but you have to do your duties of saying goodbye to all passengers and assisting those who need help. Sergio takes his time to leave as his phone is blowing up after tweeting about nearly dying on a flight. It seems the drama extends beyond the films in which he plays… Yes, what happened is serious, but the plane can fly pretty well with one or two engines out - it’s just not advisable.

Finally, everyone is gone, including Sergio. You’re glad to see the back of him. Peter is right and you begin to wonder if he’s ever run into his hero and regretted it.

You loiter in the galley, pacing it with anticipation while your other colleagues have already left. You know better than to interrupt the pilots when they’re completing their final checklists, shutting the plane’s systems down safely.

Eventually, the cockpit door clicks open, and the brave pilots emerge. The Flight Officer holds up his hand for a high five but you plough into him for a friendly hug, surprising both him and Miguel.

“Well done, you,” you mutter to him, giving him a squeeze with your arms.

Peter pats his hand against your back, obviously touched by your sweet gesture.

“Thank you (Y/N),” replies as you release him and then turn to face Miguel.

“And you too…”

Your man catches you in his arms, holding you close in his embrace. Finally, a smile breaks across his lips.

“You both did amazing and I’m so proud of you.”

Peter can’t believe what he’s seeing. He’s not entirely sure he’s seen a smile that wide on Miguel’s face, he pinches himself to see if he’s dreaming - nope, definitely awake.

“I’ll uhh, leave you two to it…” Peter begins, but Miguel steps forward, still holding you with one arm.

“Wait.”

Flight Officer Parker glances back up to the Captain.

“Thank you, Peter. I’m glad I had you with me today. And…” he pauses for a second as he puts you back down. “I should probably apologise to both of you. I was being a dick earlier and, I’m sorry.”

“Water under the bridge,” Peter replies, he’s not the type to hold grudges.

He extends his arm and pats Miguel on the shoulder.

“I’ve got to go and call my wife - excuse me.”

The Captain nods and then looks down at you as Peter makes his way off of the plane. Miguel wraps his arm around you, keeping you close.

“Come on chiquita, I guess we have at least one more day in Madrid,” he whispers to you, despite you two being the only ones there.

As you both walk into the terminal through the gate, you’re completely alone. The rest of your colleagues are way ahead of you.

Miguel holds onto you tightly, his arm firm around your waist. There is no longer any care for if anyone does see the two of you. He wants people to know that you’re his, and he is yours. Sergio Velasquez’s presence did make him jealous, he admits that now - to himself. But also, before he knew it was the engine that got destroyed, his first thought was you after hearing the concerning sound that shook the aircraft. For a split second, he thought something awful happened to you. It seems strange that he felt relieved it was a catastrophic failure of an engine instead. In that moment, his mind prioritised you over four-hundred passengers and cabin crew.

He looks back through the large windows of the gate at the giant, wounded, metal bird. A darkened, charred engine hangs under the right wing. The damaged turbine, missing blades, while the remainders are twisted and warped. It reminds him just how much worse things could have been and he’s thankful that he and Peter worked together like a well oiled machine to bring the plane safely back to the airport.

There’s a bathroom ahead along the corridor leading back to customs. After what has happened, he’s left feeling the urgent need to shower you with love. To make up for his jealous behaviour earlier.

With a quick glance around to check that you both are truly alone, he pulls you into the bathroom with no warning. You squeal at the sudden change of direction but you don’t complain when you find yourself shut in the room, alone with him. His lips against yours in a matter of seconds and his hands roaming your body as though he has never touched you before.

“Necesito tenerte, ahora,” (I need to have you, now) he whispers against your lips, his breath shaking with overwhelming need.

He takes your breath away with his urgency. You feel the bathroom door press against your back and you hear him sliding the lock into place.

“People will hear when they walk past,” you gasp out as he pulls the hem of your skirt up over your hips.

“I don’t care…” he moans as his fingers massage your clit through your panties.

Your moan follows soon after as you open your legs slightly to allow him better access.

“Lo siento chiquita…” Miguel groans against your lips.

“What for?” you ask breathlessly, brows knitting together as pleasure rushes around your body.

Eventually his fingers find the edge of your panties and pull them to one side. Running the tips of his digits against your aroused entrance.

“I lied,” he pauses to kiss you on the lips. “I was jealous.” Another kiss is planted on your cheek. “I trust you.” Another kiss against your neck. “I just didn’t like that Sergio was getting your attention.”

Now it all makes sense. You’re not mad at him. He was rude to you, yes, but he’s apologised for it. You can even understand him, remembering the times when your female colleagues were practically salivating over him. It feels like a punch in the gut, even though he never entertained the thought of being with anyone else.

His fingers plunge inside of you, making you tip your head back in pleasure and almost cry out at the sensation of his warm fingers massaging you.

It’s irresistible, you can’t help but grind yourself against his hand, seeking more contact against your clit and a deeper reach of his fingers.

“Ride my hand, that’s it chiquita,” me murmurs against your lips again as you hear the clinking of his belt buckle.

“I want you nice and wet for me.”

His fingers reach deeper, as the heel of his palm rubs against your swelling, sensitive bud. The words he uses and his actions always get you aroused - without fail.

As you remain pressed against the bathroom door, you see that he’s unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Reaching forward, your fingers tug on the taut hem of his boxer briefs and pull them down, his twitching cock springs free, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

“Mmmm… touch me there, por favor…”

His hand guides yours to his length, wrapping your fingers around it and pulls it up and down to get you started.

“Like that baby, sí…” he moans as his hips thrust forwards gently.

You feel his digits pump into you harder, desperate to get you ready, although he doesn’t think you’re far off.

The bathroom is soon full of yours and his moans of pleasure as you mutually play with one another. He breathes deeply as if he’s trying to control himself. Champing at the bit to take you, to fuck you, to make love to you.

Your lips part wider as a gasp escapes your mouth. He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty before he grabs you under your ass and lifts you up. There’s a thud against the door as he presses you against it, preparing to fill you with his throbbing shaft.

“I need to be inside you, baby…”

His words are practically spoken into your mouth as he kisses and talks at the same time. Feeling fogged with need, he doesn’t know what action to stop and what to start. All that he does know is that he needs to feel you wrapping around him, clenching on his dick.

He lets you slide down the door slightly until he’s able to thrust into you, filling and stretching you instantly.

“Miguel~!” you squeal before covering your mouth.

“Say it, say my name, I don’t care who hears us…”

The door bangs as he pumps into you. At first, you’re on edge; worried who might hear, but when he starts hitting the right spot inside you, all your worries fade away. Care and concern seeps out of you as all you can think about is him panting in your ear, fucking you harder as each minute goes by.

“Fuck! So good!”

He grits his teeth and grunts into your ear. His fingers dig into your flesh as he holds you under your thighs.

Your hand finds the door handle for something to hold onto. His thrusts are beginning to push you over the edge.

“Baby - I’m gonna…” you gasp as he pumps even harder, those bangs getting louder.

“Yes! That’s it. I’m not far behind-” Grunt.

Your world comes crashing down, in the best way possible. Ecstasy consumes your body, washing over you like a tidal wave and you tumble along with it, following the flow it pushes you in. You’re lost to the feeling of him inside you, to his sounds vibrating in your ear and his hot breath against your neck.

Finally his body shudders hard as he groans, the ultimate pleasure overwhelming him too. He slows his movements and rests his head against yours.

“Two days with you isn’t enough chiquita,” he mumbles, trying to catch his breath.

“I need more…”

You nuzzle against him as you recover. Your legs wrapped around him, holding him still inside you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, chiquita, I want us to go away on holiday. Where I can have you all to myself, somewhere sunny and warm so I can see you dressed in nothing but bikinis and pretty dresses.”

Your teeth bite down on your lip as you listen to his answer. A retreat sounds perfect.

“Where do you have in mind?” you eventually ask as you feel him prepare to pull out and lower you to the floor.

“I hear Tenerife this time of year is great.”

The both of you get yourselves cleaned up and fix your clothing.

“So, was it good to meet Sergio?” Miguel asks, as he does up his zip.

You give a shrug while you roll your skirt back down your thighs and smooth over the material.

“Peter’s right. Never meet your heroes.”

A quizzical eyebrow raises at your response. He can’t deny feeling a lot happier hearing this.

“Besides, I have a new hero now.”

The quizzical eyebrow is joined by another, completing a more surprised expression on his face.

“Oh? And who might that be?”

You lean into him, pulling on his shirt to get him down to your level.

“You’re my hero…”

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[steddie-island]

Cabin in the Woods

@steddiemas day 27 - Keeping Warm | WC: 1199 | Rating: G Tags: Snowed in, First kiss, Getting together Also find it on ao3

They’d been looking for the cabin for half an hour. Hopper hadn’t been lying when he’d said the side road leading to the cabin had been easy to miss; they’d had to turn around twice before they’d actually spotted it. It was a couple hundred yards away from the road and surrounded by trees that almost seemed to have grown up around it. It was perfect for a romantic weekend getaway. …Which was why Hopper had asked the three of them, Steve and Robin and Eddie, to take an afternoon and make sure the place was clean and that the firewood was stocked. Robin, the traitor, had caught the flu, so it was just Steve and Eddie. 

Not that either of them were complaining at first. Eddie put on some of Hopper’s vinyls as they wiped the layers of dust from the furniture. The windows were open, the fresh air sweeping in and clearing away the smell of stagnation. 

The two boys changed the bedding, they replaced the pillows with the nicer ones that Hopper had bought because he thought Joyce deserved the best– and because Robin had pointed out that if the pillows had been there for ten years the way he’d claimed they’d been, they definitely needed to be replaced before Joyce used them. 

The refrigerator was stocked with groceries that Hopper had bought. They made sure the water was running and that there were gallons of water in case the pipes ended up freezing. Everything was going perfectly. 

Until they went out to start gathering firewood.

Until the snow that had been coming down in gentle flurries all day decided to stop flurrying and start dumping down on them. 

They hadn’t gone that far from the cabin, really they hadn’t, but with the way the wind whipped the snow off of the ground and into their eyes, they may as well have trekked to the other side of town. “Stay close to me!” Steve shouted before abandoning part of his armload of wood. He wanted to make sure they still had something to burn, but he needed a hand to hold on to Eddie with, too. Both of them being lost was bad enough, but being lost separately? That was another kind of hell that Steve really didn’t want to think about. 

So they held on to one another as they stumbled this way and that, blown about like they weighed as little as the snow drifts. 

It was another twenty minutes before the snow slowed enough for them to make out the shape of the cabin against the trees. Both boys ran for it, and almost as soon as they reached the porch the blizzard started up again. 

“F-f-fuck!” Eddie dropped the firewood into the bin Hop had set up for it inside. “It’s f-f-freezing out th-th-there.” His teeth chattered as he spoke. “Cl-clothes off,” Steve managed to get out once the door was closed behind them. He shrugged out of his parka, removed his mittens and the hat that was stiff with ice and snow. 

“You h-hitt-tting on me?” Eddie tried to joke. His teeth clacked together too hard for that, though, and he began stripping out of his wet layers, too. Which at this point was pretty much everything. 

Steve was shivering too hard to respond. He just walked past Eddie to the bedroom to dig through and find clothes. Hop’s pants would be too big for them, but he found lounge pants that they could cinch tighter and two flannels that they could wrap up in. He managed to dig up some thick socks, too, and made a note to thank Hopper for never properly packing this place up.  

“I’ll g-get the fire going.” Steve passed Eddie’s clothes over to him. He’d hurried to get dressed already, but Eddie had less meat on him and was practically turning fucking blue.

“My– my f-fingers are gonna f-f-fall off,” he complained as he pulled the socks on over his hands instead of his feet. “Jesus Christ, why didn’t we do firewood f-f-first?” “Because we’re idiots,” Steve said. He knelt beside the fireplace and began stacking the few dry logs they had inside. It took some fumbling with crumpled up newspaper, and the lighter Eddie carried around with him didn’t want to work where it had gotten so wet, but soon enough a fire was burning and the cold was seeping from their bones. 

“Hop owes us b-bigtime,” Eddie murmured. Steve had sat him firmly down right in front of the fire so his hair could thaw and his lips could get their color back. He found a can of stew in the cabinet and used a pot held over the flame to get it warmed up. “It’s okay, Ed. We’ll be okay.” “I know.” Eddie pulled the quilt tighter around himself to keep the heat trapped in. “Lucky thing I got stuck with a B-boy scout.” The tease had less heat in it with the way Eddie’s teeth chattered in the middle. 

Steve just grinned and dished the food up. “Lucky I got stuck with a stoner who had a lighter on him.” His voice was fond, though, and as he took his spot beside Eddie the other boy opened his arms to drape the quilt over Steve, too. 

They talked as they ate, about Robin, about Joyce and Hopper, about how Erica was the scariest person either of them had ever met (tied very, very closely with Max.)

Steve put their bowls in the sink and came back to the fire. Eddie looked better now, had most of his color back to his skin. When those doe eyes looked up at him, Steve felt his breath catch in his chest. 

“What?” Eddie asked as he pushed his hair off of his face. “Nothing. You just… look better.” Steve folded back down beside him under the blanket. Eddie smelled nice, too, like cold and snow and the conditioner that he’d filched from Steve’s house that Steve used when he spent the night at the trailer. “Do you have feeling in your fingers again?”

His intention hadn’t been to take Eddie’s hand as he asked the question, but between one breath and the next their fingers were laced together and resting on Eddie’s knee. 

Eddie looked down at where golden skin met alabaster. Something had been growing between them since Steve had taken care of him in the hospital and after. There were so many shared glances, touches that lingered just a little too long, and it had long become normal for the two of them (and a lot of times Robin, too) to share a bed when the nights were long and the shadows grew heads that opened into stars with razor sharp teeth. Steve had seen him at his worst and had stuck around, was still sticking around. 

“Fingers seem to be okay. I think my lips could use some warming up, though,” Eddie said, finally feeling courageous enough to say something.

Steve smiled and brought his hand up to cup Eddie’s cheek. They leaned in closer. 

As their lips met, the storm outside raged on. 

Steve and Eddie had never been warmer.

[baron-bear]

Tried to make more like this with mixed results:

photo. one very rotund very hairy bushy bearded strong man with short buzzed hair wearing cargo shorts barefoot and incredibly huge hairy belly that sags past knees and touches floor being fed food by one buff strong hairy bushy bearded man with large arms wearing gym shorts chaise lounge outside log cabin at night campfire (except for last 3, they're just 'napping embracing')

[f10werfae]

Does Lumberjack Henry let his girl work? If not what does she do when he is working?

Henry drops her off every Tuesday and Thursday to help out with her grandparents sweet shop, because those are the same days he has to travel an hour out of town to get log wood! Every other day of the week she spends it lounging about the cabin, out eating and hanging with friends, cuddling with Henry and annoying him while he works or works out. So she’s quite the busy body but she does prefer to just follow Henry about, if he lets her she goes with him on the trips for log wood, she watches him in his workshop just taking pics and videos of him on her new phone he got her. OH ALSO she spends a lot of time just with her baby kitten Marly, she treats that cat like her baby

[anew-jackson]

i lounge in my Walz-issued midwestern log cabin as my state appointed midwestern waifu hand feeds me cheese curds like i am an ancient greek epicurean priest eating grapes