#those peepers are way too soft

[b0tsbby]

Whoever does those edits of Stampede Wolfwood without his glasses on? When I catch you?

Know that you’re loved ong. I hope your meals are always warm and that you forever prosper.

Also if you happen to have one of these edits in your library I will forever pray for your success

[kmuradesu]

.‘ENTITLED’.

husband!gojo x pregnantwife!reader (afab)

» summary: leaving the busy streets of Sendai city back to its outskirts, the two of you got a bus. there aren’t any seats available, and being pregnant meant being able to sit in the priority seats. looks like they’re taken.

» CW: pregnancy, exhaustion, mentions of jizz, bus ride, stubborn civilian, teeny-weeny angst if you squint, protective satoru, threats, all happy, no swears, not proofread!

» a/n: this has been sat incomplete in my drafts for a month, only until now I’ve motivated myself to finish it (lmao). I don’t know what it is, but I love pregnancy fics with jjk.

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After a slow-paced stroll through the bustling streets of Sendai City and a bunch of offers from Gojo telling you he’ll buy whatever you want, the lingering sense of exhaustion finally caught up with you.

You had managed to make it an hour and a half.

The beads of salty sweat were becoming more prominent over your glossed skin, your breath being lost easily but being hard to get back. The overly frequent back aches weren’t helping either, it was like this baby was already overweight inside of you.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as your soft, now clammy, hand weaved with Gojo’s, the wedding bands glinting a perfect chrome against the sun’s humid rays. You didn’t want to become a burden, neither a random woman in the city known for sweating abnormal amounts of sweat. “I think the baby’s had enough, huh sweets?”

Your loose gaze lifted upwards to meet his, immediately feeling the cool radiating from his cerulean eyes. Strangely, through the navy lenses in his shades.

“..yeah, me too.” You breathed.

“Okayyy, let’s get the bus back - save you walking around with that watermelon inside you.” Purposefully, Satoru presented you and your bump a judgy look.

“..thanks.”

Rolling your peepers with sarcasm, you gently swung your hand with his back and forth.

“Hey, that’s what it looks like to me!”

“Well it’s your sperm, blame your own genes on the fact it’s fat!”

“WHAT?! FAT?! I’M NOT FAT. I’M A TALL SKINNY KING! AND SO WILL BE MY BABIES!” The man was very much offended, that open-mouth and crossed brow face he pulled was all you needed to know.

“..oh REALLY? WELLI KNOW FOR A FACT ITS NOT MY GENES CAUSING IT!”

And all the way to the bus station you continued on with your quarrel on who’s genes caused your bump to be so big already.

Both you were just kids in adult bodies.

——

After earning an unusual load of overcritical glances from passers-by, you finally reached the bus station where many people stood.

Looking around with concern, your brows gently furrowed, a little confusion clouding your mind. It was good that Satoru could read you like a book.. sometimes.

“It’s okay, they’ll let us go past.”

The white-haired man muttered into your ear, placing his hands on your clothed shoulders.

“What if they don’t?”

“Oh they will.”

The way he said those words made you feel something, like it was your hormones playing tricks on you.

And so soon enough after waiting for a couple minutes, you had a glimpse of the scheduled bus turning around the corner.

“C’mon then.”

Placing a hand on the flat of your bump you both moved forwards, attempting to shift to the front.

“Satoru, I—”

“Just go baby, they’ll move for a pregnant queen like you.” He reassured, eyeing the men who weren’t moving out the way at first. Like they should, the women knew to make way, all flashing you sweetened smiles as you passed them.

Eventually you had gotten to the front with a man standing in the lead. “See?” Gojo smirked, watching you tilt your head back to see his beautiful face.

“M’kay..”

——

The doors of the vehicle swung open with a but too much vigour it almost took out the poor man standing next to them.

After Gojo, being the most pampering partner ever, paid for the tickets, he ushered you forwards only to discern no available seats. Gojo would be more than happy to stand, but it was you he worried about since you were already breathless and weak to stand.

The priority was stocked up with disabled and the impaired too apart from one space.

However that man who clearly perceived you were carrying a baby, sat in the seat in front of your face - glancing at you as he did so.

How selfish. Is he not embarrassed?

“There’s no seats left Gojo, I can’t stand anymore.”

Subtly you whined, being a little irritated that you couldn’t sit down and would have to uncomfortably stand as his baby rearranged your organs.

“..hm. Let’s see.”

“Wait—”

He shuffled to the man.

“Heello. Excuse me, but my miss is pregnant. Would you mind sparing the seat?” Gojo politely asked, hanging on to the pole situated in the middle of the aisle.

“What? Err no, sorry.”

That man was not sorry at all. It made you cringe.

Gojo’s expression paused, pressing his pastel lips together in irritation. Why wouldn’t this man listen?

“May I ask why are you being so difficult?”

After hearing those words, you knew this was going to veer off sideways. Almost everyone’s eyes were glued to the scene unfolding, all looking up from the windows and screen to see two men ‘bickering’ it out.

“Difficult? What do you mean, I was here first.” It seemed like the man had issues already, as he started to flail his hands around.

“My wife is pregnant, if you didn’t hear the first time. You’re sat in a priority seat, which where she should be sitting. Are you disabled?”

He was getting defensive. It was crystal clear that the man was not disabled, nor pregnant at that matter.

“..um no? But that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not giving up my seat for some cripple.”

A cripple?!

That’s it, Satoru had had enough and was desperate to split this man in half. Not a single person could insult you because he would already be on them like a hawk.

Anyways, the fact that the nasty being had called you a cripple, couldn’t help but make you feel a little too much like a burden, and your gaze saddened.

“You’ve gone too far. No-one. Absolutely no-one, is to offend my wife like that. So, jackass, vanish any place other so she can sit.”

“Or else?—”

“There is no ‘or else’ fool. You’ve already screwed the wrong person, so I suggest you move. Don’t do something stupid.”

The man, looking quite intimated, eventually got up and sulked off past the two of you.

“Thanks.” Satoru fake smiled, stalking him ‘till he had gone else where, far away from you.

All this drama had made you forgot about the achy pain surfacing your body, which immediately flowed back as realisation hit you.

“..oof-” It had subconsciously left your lips, and it made Satoru’s brows cross.

“Here you go my love. Is it hurting?”

He concernedly asked, holding your velvet hands as you lowered your rear on the much-needed seat.

“I’ll be fine, just what I needed.” You smiled back at him, tucking a stray hair behind you ear as you breathed out.

“I’m glad. Some morons just think they are ‘entitled’.”

—————— thank you for reading! this is my original idea and have worked hard on this. so please no translating, copying, posting my work on a different platform, or modifying my work. all rights reserved - kmuradesu

[thereal-true-ogilvie]

hello everyone welcome to i talk about benrey for a minute here

as someone who’s watched the entirety of hlvrai at least 6 times, the full vods at least 3, and the cast commentary hovering somewhere around 10, i consider myself to be pretty well-versed in the series. i also kin benrey. this is probably important to my perception of him.

the series is about self-aware AI.   its in the title! so it seems obvious enough to me that Benrey was programmed to be the final boss. he was SUPPOSED to be a silly character that antagonizes the protag and throws off the group dynamic, and then it’s a big reveal and you get to beat up this guy that was mean to you!

but he doesnt wanna. hes self aware.

Of all the characters, i think Bubby and Tommy are the most “powerful” in that they were able to break their characters the most. Tommy is a bit of a wild card because he doesn’t usually act like an AI. I view him as the “character you’re supposed to protect” in the party, but somewhere along the way he, too, became self-aware and figured out how to handle his own. I think that’s where the age thing comes in. He was programmed to be a 5-year-old that you’re trying to get out of this dangerous facility! but he didn’t want to be a 5-year-old, he’s smarter than that, he’s capable! so he changed it. Him being the son of Gman also probably helped with him being able to just do that.

I take Bubby and Dr. Coomer as both being tutorial characters. Dr. Coomer is a bit broken, but he still does his best to teach you about things. I think he’s the tutorial NPC that goes “watch out for [x]” and “we can use ropes to cross big pits!” and “we should call them Peeper Puppies!” while Bubby was supposed to be the “here’s how you shoot a gun”

Like, Dr. Coomer does the knowledge about the world, and Bubby does the action. for the video game. And Bubby is supposed to be kinda cold to you, because the action-tutorial NPCs tend to be. Like “what you cant even hold your own? tch, guess ill have to teach you.” But Bubby doesn’t do that. He doesn’t WANT to play the game, he wants to go back home. He liked it before the game was switched on. So he doesn’t teach Gordon shit and just tries to speedrun so the player will leave and he can go back home.

one little scene that stood out to me so much was when the crew is sitting around in a circle with the pigeons. not outside, the other scene with them sitting in a circle and there’s pigeons. why are there 2 of those.

anyways, Benrey is just staring at this pigeon behind Gordon, and singing to it, calmly. And then there’s a loud beep that sounds like the vox, and definitely doesnt come from Benrey. and he suddenly gets up and shoots the pigeon. That reads SO HARD like he was being too soft with the game world, so it pushed him to do something evil randomly. Like a little villain reboot.

Almost everything he does to antagonize Gordon can be read as genuine confusion. He kills random NPCs because he knows theyre not important, and that they can’t feel anything, and that they’ll only slow the team’s progress. And what makes Gordon so mad at him is how often Benrey says Gordon shouldnt be allowed in here. I take that as a similar stance to Bubby. Benrey doesn’t want to be the villain. He doesn’t want the player to progress and make him. That gets more obvious the closer we get to the end, and most people tend to notice it in the last scenes before Xen, where he’s suggesting they go all the way back, and basically begging the player to stop here, at least for a little while.

its really sad, honestly. but i take the cast commentary bits as canon. Which makes it adorable when Benrey comes back into the movie theatre with Gordon and we get

“I wonder what will happen. I bet you know what happens!”

“I win!!!”

He did win. He got to get past being the final boss. He got to join the epilogue. I think, he probably wasn’t supposed to be able to. But these guys broke the game enough that he could. Isn’t that sweet? Isn’t that a nice ending for him? I think he deserves it.

Wayne says he acts like “he isn’t aware unless he’s being spoken to” and I think that fits really well. Like, sometimes his actions are coded into his behavior, so he does them without realizing. And then the player interacting with him (which is the premise of the self-awareness) forces him to actually look at what he did, and sometimes he has no idea how to explain it. Leading to his “huh?”

listen to me. are you listening. i need you to hear this. i need more people to understand benrey. and how much i love him. hes trapped in the narrative, doomed by it to be the villain. but he doesn’t want to be. he clearly cares about the crew in his own silly goofy way. he doesn’t want to fight them. i wrote down everything he said in the finale, and he only says 5 outright malicious lines, all of which are directly after an unnatural pause, like he’s being rebooted again. Some important lines: “I knew this was gonna happen,”

“Stop shooting at me, I have to shoot back, I don’t wanna do that,”

“I didn’t have a big plan, I was supposed to be nice, but you forced me to be BAD so I’m gonna be BAD… friend.” the small, quiet “friend” there gets me every time. even after everything, even after his nature is revealed, he wants to believe theyre still friends.

“Don’t go in there, please… I don’t like that room." The amount of times he sounds so genuinely sad when asking them to stop, or even just saying “bro..” like he’s mourning the friendship they could’ve had. The amount of times he sounds genuinely pained when he’s glitching out and stretching across the screen.

And his last words, said childishly of course, but,

“This isn’t fair.”

[paradoxgavel]

had a lotta stuff on my mind today, so i wanted to write myself some self-indulgent hurt/comfort with moon! iii don’t write fics very often so i apologize if this is a lil rough around the edges.

The nights were noisier here, Moon thought, than back in the Pizzaplex. Well, perhaps not noisier - just filled with different noises. Music from the speakers and whirring from the bots were now replaced with crickets, an occasional car, and… frogs? He was pretty sure those were frogs. His human told him about them - spring peepers, they’re called. Noisy, tiny little things.

As he mused on that, however, his human stirred and woke, heavy eyelids slowly, reluctantly blinking awake. They were still and quiet for a moment, taking in their surroundings, fingers closing around their pillow as if to confirm they really were back in their bedroom, returning from wherever their dream had sent them. Then a new sound broke the relative silence of their bedroom… a sniffle. They sat upright, and Moon spotted a few tears trickling down their face. Before he could get a better look, they stood and left the room, heading through their home toward their back porch. Fresh air. Needed to calm themself.

Speaking of his human, they lay in bed now, fast asleep and almost silent, unlike the night air outside. Their chest rose and fell with quiet, even breaths, and they occasionally hummed or mumbled in their sleep, reacting to whatever strange thing they saw in their dreams. And they were dreaming, Moon noted, judging by the almost imperceptible fluttering of their eyelids. What’s more, it seemed to be a happy dream based on the quiet, content hums they occasionally gave. Good, he thought. Very good. He’d only been living with them for a few months, yet he’d already decided he’d seen them have quite enough nightmares. They were rather overdue for a pleasant dream. He almost wished he could join them; wherever it was they were wandering right now, far beyond his reach…

He followed behind after a moment, wanting to give them a bit of time to themself before he caught up with them. When he finally joined them on the porch, he saw them sitting on the railing, legs dangling over the edge and posture relaxed. Distant might’ve been a better word. Absent-minded. Their face wasn’t contorted into a sob as Moon had suspected, but rather, they just looked… tired. Not tired in a way that sleep could fix (though he’d certainly attempt that solution when he got the chance later), just… sad and exhausted. Tears rolled languidly down their cheeks, and they made no attempt to stop or slow them or even to wipe them away. Too tired to do much but just let them come, landing on the wood railing with a gentle tap, tap, tap. He froze for a moment, just watching them, quiet and still, processing the sight, before a heavy feeling of sympathy settled in his robotic chest, compelling him to climb onto the railing next to them.

As he settled in next to them, they didn’t move, didn’t look at him, didn’t say anything. More tears. Tap, tap, tap. He was silent for a moment, searching for his words, feeling small for once as he was unsure of what the issue was or how to fix it. They were having a happy dream, weren’t they? Why would a happy dream cause them to cry? There was something he was missing.

It was his human who broke the silence first, voice low and steady and so, so tired. “... Promise I’ll go back to bed in a minute, Moon. Just needed to clear my head.”

Moon blinked down at them, then reached over to place a gentle hand on their back. He smoothed his palm up and down their back, soft and warm. “Hush. Take your time. No rush,” he assured, his rattling voice a low whisper.

They sat like that for a few minutes, falling back into silence, Moon doing his best to soothe their tears, which had already begun to slow, just having him there.

…

“Moon?” they finally piped up, voice small and timid, hesitant.

“Starlight?” he encouraged them, feeling a bit encouraged himself when, in spite of it all, a slight smile tugged at their lips at the nickname. Barely noticeable, but there.

“I don’t know if this is going to sound silly or what, but… Um…” they fidgeted with their hands, anxious and a bit embarrassed. “... What do you do when you feel homesick for a place that you… you can’t go back to?”

Moon looked at them, surprised at the question. Well… that explained the tears at what was otherwise a happy dream, he supposed. The fact that the dream ended - that they were back in reality, away from where their dream had carried them - was what hurt them. They were talking about a home of theirs from before their employment at the Pizzaplex. Before the two (three? maybe even four??) of them met. They didn’t talk much about it. As such, that place and anything his human felt for it was outside of Moon’s understanding, he assumed.

Oh, not entirely outside our understanding… Sun gently reminded from the back of their shared headspace.

The sounds of children laughing and bouncy music playing and the unmistakable sound of little feet scurrying through plastic tunnels echoed in his mind. The spot where he would sit to read stories to the little ones. The arts and crafts table Sun used to love drawing and coloring at. It wasn’t the most pleasant home someone could have asked for, but… it was home nonetheless. And an almost painful, choking feeling burned in his chest as memories of times, good and bad, bubbled up to the surface.

A head gently settling in the crook of his shoulder broke him from his thoughts and allowed that feeling to dissipate, replaced instead by a warm and gentle, almost electric feeling that was all too familiar to him now, buzzing at his mechanical heart as he looked down at his starlight snuggling up against him. They were trying to keep him grounded, he noted. Something they’d started doing for him back in the Plex and kept up after moving in together. Something that kept him from getting lost in his own head. Kept him calm. Kept him present, right here, with his favorite person in the world, on the back porch of the home they shared, under the beautiful starry sky, the crickets and frogs chirping away in the woods.

He sighed. He had an answer ready for them now. “In that case…” he began, gently taking one of their hands and cradling it in his own, like it was made of glass. “You find a new home. Better one. With someone you love. Make new memories. Kinder ones. Happier ones.”

After a quiet moment of thinking it over, they gave a quiet huff of laughter at his answer. It wasn’t a dismissive laugh by any means. But it wasn’t a happy laugh either. Nor really even a sad one. It was more like… accepting. Uncertain but hopeful. Tired but content.

“Well… Hey… So far, so good,” they sighed, tilting their head back to finally meet his gaze. His starlight’s eyes were still wet with tears, but they had their light back in them. Their spark. Their hope. “Right, big guy?”

Moon chuckled at that, leaning down to affectionately bonk his head against theirs. “So far, so good.”

They fell back into silence again. A more comfortable silence than before, though. Warm and sleepy and content, the two held each other close, enjoying the soft glow of the moonlight and the sounds of nocturnal life buzzing around them. To Moon, it was a far cry from the quiet nights at the Pizzaplex. And to his human, it was a far cry from what came before. But it was home. They were here. And they had each other. And they were happy. And that was enough.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@albertbutyoucancallmebert

(Previous) Bert came down from his panic as he learned that, no, Teddy did not just escape a blood sacrifice in a demonic ritual. Still, it pained Bert more than anything to see how beaten down, weary, and scared his dearest friend was. And he was sick of seeing him like this. He sorted out the details in his mind to make the situation clearer for himself. So Teddy is basically their new tailor, he’s making that scumbag’s mitre since Commander Peepers shot it off his head, and once he finishes it, then there’s going to be a big ritual. Okay. That didn’t exactly explain his arm, but Bert could guess that he got thoroughly beaten up. By who and what for? Bert shoved a pile of wires resting on a stool onto the floor and brought it over to Teddy to sit next to him. He desperately wanted to provide comfort, but wasn’t sure how. He thought about maybe following Teddy’s example of physical comfort, the way he gave really nice hugs, but… With how injured he was, hugging him wasn’t a good idea. Plus he was trying to not be overly intimate with him… So Bert awkwardly but gently patted him on the head, and spoke softly. “I’m really sorry it’s been so rough… I wish I could do more to help but it feels like even the slightest move that comes from me would only rock the boat.” Bert leaned his head into his hand. “May I ask who did this? Anyone I know…?”

Teddy allowed himself to decompress as Bert’s gentle pats and soft words brought him back from the verge of tears. Nothing had changed. Yet he allowed himself to enjoy the illusion of safety for a moment.

“This helps,” It still bothered him how Bert’s comfort came at the cost of distressing him but... What could he do? He knew for a fact that he hated being kept in the dark more.

Answering his questions— including those which remained unasked— was the least he could do. He shook his head as he answered the easiest of all with, “Probably not.”

It took a bit for Teddy to compile his thoughts. Eventually he hesitantly said, “...There’s this one Glornist named Thomas I’ve been worried about. He’s just too...”

Teddy paused to sigh. “...Nice. Nice enough that there was only one reason to keep him alive...” Then he kept his eye shut as he rested his head against his good arm.

“Somehow I was still arrogant enough to think that I could save him... Except I put it off because its hard to approach a guy you usually avoid to go,” He scowled and swapped to a sarcastic tone as he grew more agitated.

“Hello! If you don’t either dirty up your act or fake your death you’ll be ritually murdered! Here’s how I, known natural shady creep, can help!”

Teddy glowered at a stray beaker left on the desk. “So I tried to earn his trust first, but that..,” He sighed as he closed his eye. “...only made it worse...”

The air became dead as he recalled how even Thomas, one of the most naïve people he knew, couldn't believe that he had good intentions. “Eventually I just cut to the chase and it, well...” His voice quickened and he started to idly rub his finger against the counter.

“I heard him pray to Grop after I made him cry so I tried to give him contact info for them and urged him to leave but then he showed up Slornday anyways and I didn’t know that Sam and Cyrus were already investigating him for being a Gropist and for a bit I thought they heard everything and Sam was gonna accuse me of being one too and-”

Teddy was forced to stop working himself into a panic just long enough to take a breath and pressed his fist against his forehead to ward off an oncoming headache. “It was just Thomas but I still had to use my backup plan before our meeting came out under torture and they sacrificed me too so I told everyone that I was working with them and claimed that I was trying to set him up so he’d find other Gropists on the ship but I told him about Eve because I found out she became a Gropist after what happened to Dawn when I was in the medbay and I may have sealed her fate too and-”

Another sharp inhale. “But I didn't know that Sam was trying to frame Thomas as an infiltrator taking down the Glornch becausethat'slikewanderbeingaslysndcraftygenius so they got mad that they couldn't use the dramatic presentation they prepared but... I think Thomas bolted before they could start because... he thought I was the evil... mastermind anyways and-”

That was as far as he got before he lost the wind for a long-winded rant. While he was recovering he searched the room as well as he could without lifting his heavy head.

Where was Sherri Jr? Because he could really use the big lug right about now...

[babs-babbles]

the kda girls look absolutely impeccable!! how did you decide the way you drew each girl/their outfits? your art is so unique with them, you really bring them to life (if that makes sense)

Thank you! Half of it is me taking inspo from other kda artists, and as I got to know them as characters I started drawing them the way I saw them. A lot of their looks and outfits are based off of their personalities and notes I took from official artworks

Ahri - she's a leader, soft but knows when to take charge and guide her group. I went for a lighter blonde with her hair and less vibrant pink (to show time has passed since the 'MORE' era) and her whiskers are a more pink tone in the kdaverse than her runterra red. Kept her eyes gold at all times and her pupils are slits, but are often dilated. Fashion wise I noticed she might not like getting overheated/shows a lot of skin, so it's easy to pick fits for her. Pinks, nudes, denim, satin, fitted with a hint of sparkle and a touch of classy, but comfortable all around

Evelynn - second in command, dark and mysterious. She's expressive and creative (in her own way) with a "look at me" aura. I immediately locked into @linaisbluepancake version of Evelynn and never looked back. I hc Eve as black/afro Latina. Her freckles were from a quick zoom in on her MORE splash art, I just doubled how many she had. With hair I went more into a lavender tone thank pink, and I actually like the idea of her having a short curly pixie cut, but she changes it in public. Physical build I went for pear shaped(more hips n booty) instead of hourglass and gave my gal a tummy. Fashion is dark colors, leather, and latex. Lingerie is often worn as clothes (ex. bra=shirt) she prefers skirts and leggings to actual pants (anything that hugs her hips) and big jackets/blazers

Kai'sa - idk why, but I always saw Kai'sa with tan skin, and her accent just really sealed the deal she'd be from South Africa. I think she's really just that one ambiguously mixed kid in school, it suits her to me. Made her taller than in lore (she reaches nearly 6 ft instead of 5'6) and musclesss. Also gave her a more slanted nose, and for me her prime asset is them big ol peepers. Makes the deer nickname have a more obvious origin. Fashion taste is simple, easy to move around in fabrics and crop tops. She's like a more sporty vers. of Eve. Darker colors, turtlenecks, workout clothes, hardly ever anything too tight and those shoulders must be seen

Finally Akali - I heavily prefer Akali's tanned skin in both runterra lore and her pop/stars era. I think she dyes her hair often, and shaves her sides/has an undercut here n there. She's got scars mostly on her upper body and arms, and if you squint there's freckles there. Deep red brown eyes and small triangular eyebrows. Fashion style is more tomboyish. Having a taste for street wear(bay area style), tech wear, easy to throw on clothes. Likes oversized anything, and has an eye for color blocking in her looks. Often seen in orange, reds, off whites, black and blues and loves accessories

Sorry if that's a lot! I just love doing deep dives into more than just drawing them, there's so much that comes with drawing the girls that I see day to day

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Teddy was tempted to clarify that he meant in a purely technical aspect. Yet that clearly wasn’t what Bert needed. Besides, while he couldn’t say being forgotten by those who raised him would be a big loss (especially when they didn’t put much effort into it…) Having his relationship with his brothers erased would be devastating. And to repeatedly forgotten after that would only add salt to the wound. Especially when, in hindsight, there may have been more to Commander Peepers failing to retain any information about Bert than his usual apathy towards subordinates. Or more accurately: Failing to tie their interactions to a single, solid identity. Now Teddy was at a loss for words for a completely different reason. So when words failed him he reached over to give Bert a hug and comforting pat on the back.

Bert did feel a bit comforted by another Teddy hug. 

…Sherri Jr wanted a hug again too… So she nudged her head against Teddy’s leg before standing up and pawing at his jacket.

After a moment Bert sniffled and then let out a soft snicker at her antics. He spoke up again. “Yeah so, weaseling my way out of the Skullship to the satellite secret research facility was more of a way to lay low than anything, to observe the effects of the synapse discombobulator…”

Bert then perked up a little bit. “Wait! I didn’t even tell you how I erased everyone’s memories!”

Bert loosened himself from his blanket wrap, needing to fidget with his hands more freely if he was going to ramble an explanation.

“Well that was the project that we were assistants on. A giant machine that transmitted synapse-discombobulating signals, able to alter specific memories either across large swaths of space or of individuals. Percy and I often snuck in during after hours and messed with it. I’m sure we weren’t the only ones, either. Regardless, we would use it on the occasional colleague who did happen to discover our closet. Of course, our knowledge of neuroscience was somewhat elementary at the time, and the machine was so iffy and prototypical, so we may’ve ended up erasing the entirety of their memories, but uh… It worked for us,” he said with a shrug. 

“Anyways, when I heard I had been tattled on and that I was being sought after for questioning, I immediately ran to the lab to erase myself, Percy, and the closet from the Skullship’s memories. But Percy had followed me and tried to wrestle me away, but in our tussle I accidentally set the range to maximum…”

Bert then folded his arms and gave an assured, confident nod. “Oh, and I kicked his arsch by the way.”

[jaceeverett]

MERROCK TASK #17 SPRING FORWARD

first things first: do you like spring? Love spring, probably my favorite season.

what is your favorite thing about spring? Fresh air, the budded trees, green grass under foot, birds in the air, animals roaming the woods, people laughing outside, bubbling brooks, I could really write a book on spring.

what is your least favorite thing about spring? Pollen allergies. My biggest weakness.

do you have a vegetable / produce / fruit garden? Yes, it's basically my pride and joy. Love gardening, it's my biggest source of stress relief, if I'm honest.

how about flower beds, or things planted in the house? I've got a couple of potted plants in Annabelle Lee, but there's not a lot of room. There's a couple of potted plants on my deck area, too.

regardless of what you do or do not plant, are you good at growing plants? have a green thumb? Very, I have a goal of growing prize-winning tomatoes at some point, fingers crossed.

what's your favorite flower or plant? Painted trillium, lupines, asters, all of the typical native flowers you see in and around Maine.

what's your favorite scent that you associate with spring? Flowers, mud, campfire smoke.

is there a sound that you associate with spring time? Peepers, those little frogs that come out at the start of spring.

do you prefer sunny mornings or rainy afternoons? Sunny mornings, but I don't have anything against rainy afternoons, either. Both have their upsides.

favorite thing to do on a sunny, warm spring day? Go on a long walk through the woods, head out to the beach to sit by the cliffs, maybe just go to the park.

favorite thing to do on a rainy, chilly spring day? House cleaning. Perfect time to catch up on things I've fallen behind in. Or just hang out and read, watch TV, relax a little bit.

do you celebrate Easter? any traditions you follow for it? Not really. We used to do stuff as a family when I was a kid, but I don't do anything for it now.

regardless of if you do or don't: favorite Easter candy? Sour jelly beans.

what other springtime holidays do you observe? I went to the St. Patrick's Day celebrations, other than that, nothing really. I like spring and all the spring things that happen, but they're not really holidays in the same way. Oh! I do always plant trees for arbor day.

favorite place in Merrock to visit in the springtime? I haven't been in Merrock in the spring time yet, at least not since I was a kid. I used to love to go out to the creek and hike the falls after a big rain.

the spring bugs are coming out: do you rescue them and let them out of the house, or grab the nearest shoe? Rescue them, even if they become a problem, I try to use the humane traps to get rid of them. Unless they're invasive species, they can get fucked.

are you a big spring cleaner? My camper's kept clean all year round.

do you switch over your wardrobe from cold weather to warm weather clothes? No, I don't have a big enough wardrobe to worry about having to change things over from season to season.

how about the house: does your decor change for the spring season? do you rearrange furniture? ... that would be a neat trick. No. I do put out a few season-appropriate decorations, or change out pillows/bedding, but not really a lot past that.

what color makes you think 'spring'? Every pastel shade; soft yellow, light green, pink, purple, orange.

describe your perfect spring outfit: Cargo shorts, henley, hiking boots -- done.

most adorable looking baby animal that you ever did see? Baby foxes are pretty cute, so are bears. I like deer, too. Most baby animals are adorable, except for a lot of birds until they fluff out.

what's a drink that makes you think of spring? Fruit juices.

how about a snack? In line with that, fruit.

[dontbestingybaby]

from Modern Screen, November 1941

EYE CUES BY CAROL CARTER 

HERE'S HOW TO PROTECT THOSE PRECIOUS ORBS OF YOURS

Transcription Below!

Eyes are far and away the most important single feature in a girl's face. Their size, shape and color are pretty well settled by heredity, though their expression is decided largely by what you make of your own personality. On the other hand, their depth, clarity and strength depend a great deal upon the care you give your eyes. 

Skillful use of eye make-up is extremely important; so much so that the following four pages are devoted entirely to the art of its application. But if you don't first protect that one and only pair of peepers—all the make-up in kingdom come will not make your eyes the things of beauty that they should be. 

Strained, neglected eyes just can't possibly look like fathomless pools—or even like normally intelligent, efficient organs of sight. For eyes reflect the status quo of mind and body as well as spirit—and once they're worn out, they can't readily be replaced—so treat yours with proper respect all of the time. 

An eye is a delicate, complex, intricate organ, operated by six muscles and divided into two chambers: the front containing a chrystalline lens, the second holding the iris or pupil. Rays of light enter your eyes and produce a chemical change on the retina in exactly the same way that light affects a sensitized camera plate or film. In fact, your eyes actually are marvelous cameras which are constantly taking pictures and relaying them to your brain via the optic nerve. 

Under-nourishment, wrong food, a sluggish system, loss of sleep, strain, or any kind of worry show immediately in dull, expressionless, unglamorous eyes. And headaches that appear to come from other causes often are the result of tired, neglected eyes. The wrong kind of light, for example, will seriously affect the efficiency and beauty of your eyes. Glaring sun or electric lights, reflections from large, flat, glossy surfaces—all can cause severe eye strain. Dim or flickering lights are even more injurious. When you work, read or play games, be sure that the light comes from above and behind you. Hold books or the work you are doing fourteen to sixteen inches away and, whenever possible, hold them up in front of you—not down where you have to double up like a jackknife to see them. 

Rest your eyes frequently. Look off to the most distant possible horizon or at any far off object. This not only rests but strengthens eye muscles. Blink your eyes often and shift them frequently, too. This rests and at the same time gives needed exercise. Avoid staring in a fixed gaze. This is not only rude and unlovely to look at, but actually injurious to eyes. Beautiful eyes are relaxed and full of motion. They are never stiff or stationary. 

Consciously relax your eyes every night before going to sleep. Imagine you are looking into soft, lusterless black velvet or into deep black pools of water. During the day, close your eyes frequently if for only a second or two at a time. Relax them now and then by cupping your hands over each one to shut out all the light. After a hard day's work or before getting dressed for an extra-special date, wring out a square of cotton in ice cold skin freshener or a special eye lotion. Place one over each closed eye and relax for ten or fifteen minutes. Or use some of those handy little specially-prepared eye pads that come in jars ready for use. You'll feel rested and refreshed all over after using them. A rich emollient cream massaged with a rotary motion into all the delicate skin surrounding the eyes is another beauty trick which smoothes out wrinkles and relaxes tired nerves. 

Of course, outdoor exercise, especially games which require your eyes to follow some small object like a golf, tennis or ping-pong ball is excellent for eyes. 

Don't forget to eat for eye beauty also. Butter, cream, eggs, fresh vegetables and fruits are full of the essential Vitamin A. 

Wear good, dark ground-lensed glasses when you must spend much time out in the glare of sun or snow or water. There are such good-looking dark glasses everywhere these days that they are as ornamental as they are beneficial.

EYES should be washed out night and morning with salt water, boric acid solution or one of the excellent specially prepared eye washes. These relax, stimulate and strengthen as well as cleanse out dirt and accumulated secretions. 

Remember that the smaller the area on which you fix your gaze, the easier a time your eyes will have. Don't try to see everything at once. Focus your eyes on one object at a time, then move and shift them often. Roll your eyes to right and left, then all around slowly every time you have a few spare moments by yourself. Look up as far as you can, then down. Open your eyes wide, then close them tightly. Alternate these little exercises and repeat them frequently. 

And if you ever find yourself with a foreign body—a speck of dirt, cinder, etc. —in one of your eyes, here are a few helpful tips to follow. First, do not rub it in. Hold both eyes wide open as far as possible, without blinking, until the tears begin to flow. If this won't work, take the small corner of a clean, dry kerchief or tissue and try to dislodge the offending object. Hold the lid away from your eyeball by grasping the lashes gently but firmly. Don't wrap your kerchief around any hard object such as a pencil, match or toothpick. You're likely to damage your eye permanently by just such a trick. If all these resources fail, hie yourself to the nearest drug store or doctor for more expert ministrations. 

There—we've outlined the basic care to strengthen and protect those orbs of yours. Now you can safely concentrate on make-up. Follow the tips in "Eyes Right" and in the chart following. You'll go out and slay the stag line. 

No eyes are truly lovely unless they are clear, bright and healthy-looking, so whenever yours feel tired and strained or are inflamed, soothe them with Eye-Gene lotion. You need just a drop in each eye and they appear clear and refreshed in seconds. Use it as frequently as you like, although twice a day is the usual routine. Eye-Gene is stainless so you don't need to worry about soiling hankies or clothes. 

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Universal’s Peggy Moran smooths delicate eye skin with rich cream.

Peggy cleanses her eyes night and morning with a mild, special lotion.

Moistened pads over closed eyes rest not only eyes but also nerves.

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Eyes Right BY CAROL CARTER 

MAKE YOUR EYES LOVELIER TO GAZE INTO BY PLAYING UP THEIR BEAUTY WITH MASCARA, SHADOW AND BROW PENCIL

Your eyes may be merry and friendly, soulful and large or fringed with the longest of lashes, but you can always make them even lovelier with the right amount of make-up, expertly applied. It takes only a touch of mascara or an accent of shadow or brow pencil to make them appear larger, brighter, deeper—and very much more exciting and interesting. 

In making up your eyes—and every girl really should bring out their beauty—you should strive for an absolutely natural effect. Keep in mind their structural relationship to the rest of your features and to their natural frames—your brows. For instance, if you have a round youthful face with correspondingly round eyes, you can lengthen them slightly with skillful make-up, but don't try to make them look long, narrow and exotic, for that would be out of keeping with the rest of your face, your expression and your personality. The chart on pages 50 and 51 will guide you in using make-up to give your eyes better proportion and will also suggest colors to emphasize their natural hue. 

Brows need regular attention if they're to be flattering frames for your eyes—tweezing, brushing and some additional color. Natural brows are the most becoming, so keep yours fairly thick, but do pluck out those unattractive stragglers that clutter the space between brows and those which spoil natural arches. This is just a matter of good grooming. You can also pluck your brows to give your face better proportion with good results, but don't thin them down to a harsh, ugly hairline or make them into an unnatural shape that has no relation to your other features and only gives you a strained or constantly surprised expression which looks anything but intriguing. 

Before you start tweezing, apply cream or a cloth wrung out in hot water to your brows to open up the pores so the hairs will come out quickly and painlessly. Then, with sterilized tweezers, pull out the strays with a deft, quick movement in the direction in which the hair grows. After plucking, touch your brows with alcohol, astringent or toilet water to close the pores and prevent irritation. 

Almost all brows—except very black ones—need subtle darkening. You can use either a well-sharpened brow pencil or mascara and brush but do use light, short strokes to color each little hair naturally. Never make a continuous rigid line or bear down so hard with your pencil or brush that the brows look gummy or artificial. Keep them silken and neat by brushing them free of powder after every make-up job. You can buy a special brush for this purpose. And whether you need brow make-up or not, always smooth a little lash conditioner cream over brows before going out. This gives them a natural, attractive sheen. 

Now, apply your eye shadow. For a long time, this was worn only by theatrical people, but today shadow is obtainable in so many subtle, natural-looking shades that it can be worn with good taste any time of the day. And no one can deny its effectiveness in bringing out the color of eyes and making them look larger and more expressive. You can apply eye shadow with either your finger or a very soft brush, but mix it first in the palm of your hand so that it will go on smoothly and delicately. It's a generally good rule to start shadow at the roots of the lashes and blend it upward until it fades into the natural tone of the skin, but if you want to change the apparent shape of your eyes, you can vary this method somewhat—according to the directions given in the chart. But, remember, shadow is always used on the lid above the eye—never below, or it will create a harsh, unattractive circle. If you do have natural circles beneath your eyes, you can do a lot to cover them up by using a foundation base and powder that matches your complexion, then blending your rouge lightly up over the circles. 

Modern eye shadows are available in many intriguing colors—blue, gray-blue, blue-green, green, gray, mauve, violet, purple, brown—and their variations, so experiment until you find the ones that are most flattering to you. For daytime, the shades that most nearly match your eyes are most natural and becoming, but for evening, you can make your eyes alluring and interesting by using some of the more dramatic contrasting tones—purple, mauve, green, gold or silver. And if you are the sophisticated or exotic type, you may wear these shades in daytime if you apply them very, very delicately. 

Mascara is the answer to the prayers of every girl whose lashes are sparse, short or too light for beauty, for it not only darkens but it also makes them look longer and more luxuriant. And, of course, it does much to enhance the beauty of already lovely eyes and lashes. Whether you use the cake, cream or liquid type, apply mascara with a clean brush, using just a little at a time, and stroke the lashes along their entire length, brushing the top ones upward to give them a slight curl and the lower ones downward. If you use the cake-type, your brush should first be moistened with water. Many beauties like to apply their mascara, as they do their nail polish—applying a light coat first and allowing it to "set," then covering it over with a deeper shade. 

You have several shades to choose from to accent your hair, complexion and eye coloring—brown (both light and dark), black, also the more exotic blues and greens. The latter two are most suitable for evening make-up, but if applied with skill and if you are going to a festive function, you can get away with them at high noon. We wouldn't advise your wearing blue or green mascara with business or sport costumes, but they do look charming when a hat, veil, flowers and dressy clothes are worn. For formal occasions, some girls use two shades of mascara—tinting the lashes one color and the tips another. This takes a bit of extra skill but is strikingly effective. 

Whatever shade of mascara you choose, be sure to keep your lashes looking always silken and natural. Brush them after applying mascara so that each is separate from the other, and brush them free of powder after every make-up job, too. Touching them with a little lash cream will not only keep them soft and healthy but will add a nice sparkle to your eyes. 

If your lashes aren't the kind that curl of their own accord, use a curler to give them a flattering upturn that makes them look longer and your eyes bigger. The curl will stay in longer if you touch them with lash cream or apply mascara before using your curlers. 

Make-up will make your eyes more beautiful, but if you want to keep them healthy, bright and youthful, be sure to follow common sense rules for care of your eyes. Crow's-feet and dry, shrivelled lids will detract from their beauty, so keep your eyes young and lineless by lubricating and massaging them regularly with a special cream. Every night before you retire, tap the cream gently around your eyes, using the pads of your fingers, working from the inner corners outward, above and below the eyes. Be careful never to pull or stretch the delicate tissue around the eyes in your massage routine. 

Remember there are no eyes so lovely that they can't be enhanced by the subtle use of make-up, whether it's just a touch of mascara or an accent of shadow. Experiment with all the shades and kinds recommended for your type until you find the ones that suit you best. Then take plenty of time to apply them so as to look both natural and flattering. Your reward will be well worth the effort. 

If you've always longed for lovely fringes of lashes, why not let Maybelline Cream Mascara make yours look longer, darker and more luxuriant. You'll find it the ideal consistency for easy applica-tion—neither too runny nor too thick—and it comes in three lovely shades—brown, black or blue—to accent your eyes and harmonize with your coloring. Maybelline Cream Mascara doesn't require water for application and comes in a handy purse-size tube, as it's easy to carry about for emergency make-up jobs. 

You fastidious girls will be delighted with Djer-Kiss Lipstick. It comes in a new-type case which has a patent lock to keep the inner cylinder spic-and-span clean. Your fingers won't get smudged when you use it, and your purse will stay neat as you like. Djer-Kiss Lipstick is available in five radiant shades, from a warm natural to a daring brilliant red. It goes on smoothly and evenly, making your lips brighter and lovelier, and it lasts for hours. 

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Keep your brows neat, like Diana Lewis of M-G-M does. Pluck the strays between the eyes and beneath the arches.

Darken your brows subtly with pencil or mascara, using a short, delicate stroke to color each little hair evenly.

After making up, brush your brows with a special lash conditioner cream to give them a healthy, lovely sheen. 

Begin your shadow at the lashline and blend it softly upward until it fades into your natural complexion tone.

Mascara should always be applied in a deft upward or downward movement following the growth of the eyelashes

You can postpone aging lines by keeping the area around the eye well lubricated and massaged with a skin cream.

[ophelia-jones]

Excerpt from my latest wip over on ao3 "the moon over Georgia"

Ivy-Rose woke around midnight with Daryl's hand resting against her skin. She smiled until it began to hurt and she warned herself to be careful with her heart. She had imagined this moment through many lonely nights for what felt like the entirety of her adulthood, but in those fantasies she could push aside some realities which would complicate things. 

She lay as still and silent as she could, memorizing the way his hand felt against her bare back; the heat she felt radiating from his body as he lay half on his side, nearly flat on his stomach behind her. He was spread out, one hand under the pillow his head lay on, the other on her back; one leg stretched out so the foot hung over the foot of the bed entirely. His other leg was bent at the knee and taking up the lower half of her side of the bed. The blankets had been kicked off the bed and were in a puddle on the floor. 

She managed to turn to face him without waking him, admiring him in the dim light from the hallway. She pushed his hair back behind his ear to see his face. 

"What're you doin?" He murmured against his pillow as he peeked out through narrowly opened eyelids. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she told him quietly. "I woke up and was just thinking how beautiful you were." 

Daryl scoffed.

"I don't think you're quite awake, saying stuff like that," he drew in a deep breath and stifled a yawn before propping his head up on one hand. Her eyes greedily memorized the curves of his arms and chest, the breadth of his shoulders and the way his blue eyes become almost incandescent in this light. 

"I'm wide awake," she assured him, reaching out with one hand to trace the curve of his jaw lightly with her fingers tips before cupping his cheek, her thumb stroking the skin near his eye when he allowed himself to lean into her touch. "And you are so damn pretty." She chuckled at his expression when she said this.

"Stop," he told her gently, lifting his head and kissing the heel of her hand, then the palm. 

"Fine, but just because I don't say it isn't true," she said with a smile. Now she traced the curves of his bicep, over and over again, up and back down, until he shivered and sat up. It was silent except for the peepers in the swamp out back and the crickets. Luna slept on the porch as usual, and they lived so out of the way there was no traffic to hear. The wind was calm and the night was near pitch black. 

"You don't gotta say stuff like that…" he objected. Ivy-Rose crawled up into his lap, her soft cunt against his half erect cock as she put her hands on either side of his face, pushing the hair back first. 

"I have done my share of traveling around, Daryl and the only thing that has managed to take my breath away are those eyes of yours," she told him gently, leaning in to kiss each eyelid. Daryl rested his forehead against hers and let himself smile. The feeling was so foreign he couldn't remember the last time he'd done it. 

"I missed you," he said so quietly, he was afraid she might miss it, and it was hard to say it once - he wasn't sure he could say it out loud twice. He was not accustomed to receiving compliments, and giving them out had usually ended in someone making Daryl feel small and stupid. Merle would berate him for his weakness, if he heard. Ivy-Rose smiled and smoothed his hair; then she started to rock her hips slightly. She loved how quickly his body responded to hers; she could feel him growing hard under her, against her - she was getting wet as well, her body tender from when they'd made love just a few hours before but it felt so damned good to feel the length of him getting slippery as she moved - the tip of his strikingly thick cock found her clit and she moaned at the way it sent signals of pleasure bursting through every inch of her body like ripples on a pond. Daryl moaned, too, a murmur of approval as he kept both big hands splayed out across her back, stroking slowly as he began to lift his hips to meet her movements and deepen their connection. He pulled her close, his chest and hers brushing tantalizingly each other occasionally, and he looked deep into her eyes. Their faces were so close his eyes were all she could truly see, shining in the dark night.

Gasping for breath and aching with need, she pushed herself up on her knees and reached down to open herself before settling on his engorged member, pausing slightly before sinking onto him and gasping, she stopped and began trembling - Daryl couldn't even describe the desperate sound that issued from her throat, her eyes locking on his again.

"You good?" He asked, his voice deep and smokey with concern. Ivy-Rose chuckled at his concern. 

"Yeah, sweetie," she promised before lifting herself slightly and settling on him again, still adjusting to the width of him and not yet able to take in the full length comfortably. Up. Down. Up. *moan* down.

"Damn," he murmured through clenched teeth, forcing himself not to look away from her eyes as she enveloped him a little more with each movement. His hands grasped her back firmly, taking as much of the work off of her legs as he could without changing positions. She felt the way his arms and legs flexed and trembled, thrilled in the way he breathed deep, heavy, stuttered breaths and small whimper-like moans of pleasure and effort to not change anything. His hips wanted to move, his instincts were pushing him to grab her by the hips and crush himself up inside of her, but he forced himself to remain still and just… feel. Her softness was intoxicating. Her skin was smooth, her thighs soft, her breasts when they brushed his chest… soft and smooth inside and out. Her shampoo hair and perfumed skin enveloped his senses as well, and her voice as she murmured soft compliments to him.

"You're so strong, and hard…" she murmured, not paying particular attention to how ridiculous it might sound anywhere or anytime other than this - her mind was flooded with him, Daryl. Her Daryl. "Daryl… I want all of you…" 

He couldn't take it anymore, grabbing her waist with both hands and firmly flipping her onto her back, putting one of her legs over each shoulder so they were straight up in the air as he sat on his knees and lined himself back up. He moved forward, leaning over her so he could hold her eyes again before sinking into her until she felt like she might just split in two. Her ankles crossed behind his neck as he drew back to drive into her again, harder, faster… again. Again. And again until she was reaching up to him. 

"Do you like that?" He asked breathlessly as he paused to study her face. 

"It's the best thing I've ever felt in my life," she told him honestly, cupping his face again, running her thumb along his lip. He smiled again, a big, proud but shy smile; and began to move again until the need for more, for faster, was too much and he leaned over her, practically bent in half now and began to thrust faster and faster until his lips were pulled back tight and his eyes unfocused. His arms began to tremble and the grunts and groans he had struggled to repress began to escape his throat anyway. 

"Daryl?" Ivy-Rose murmured his name. "Tell me… tell me when…"

"Ohhh," he let out a stuttered exhalation. "I'm… yeah, I'm…" he stammered right before pressing in, his body rigid, his mouth open but silent. She felt the way he throbbed inside of her and nearly came it felt so good - she gasped too, her eyes never leaving his, even when he had to close them because he was so overwhelmed with the all encompassing release. 

She watched the way his mouth worked, the way his lashes interlocked when his eyes were closed, the way his hair fell forward to frame his face. He relaxed, sitting up and gently helping her lower her legs.  

She couldn't say for sure - it was dark, and he was flushed with exertion, but she thought the man might be blushing. 

She maneuvered up onto her hands and knees and moved up to lie side by side once again, on the pillows. Daryl's chest rose and fell dramatically, and he had one hand draped over his eyes. 

Ivy-Rose slid her free hand along the inside of her sticky thighs and found her swollen clit. She pressed against it and began to rub in firm circles as she stared without modesty at Daryl laying there, stretched out in all his naked glory - if he were a statue Michalengelo's David and all of the Greek gods would pale in comparison. She her limbs began to tremble as she felt herself drawing tight inside. Daryl felt her moving and uncovered his eyes. He was slightly shocked at first to see that as she lay pressed against his side with one leg draped over his, her hand moving between them. The shot of excitement that went through him was shocking, considering how spent he was. He couldn't stop watching, and when she lifted her knee from over his legs, exposing her core to his gaze his hand moved to cover hers. She moaned dramatically when she felt his calloused fingers, quickly guiding his hand with her own so it was his rough skin against her clit; her hand on top of his. She pressed her hand down with her own to keep it where she wanted it as she began to move her hips in counter motion. Daryl felt the rush of heat and wetness and the way her movements became more and more urgent. 

In the moment before she felt her orgasm release, that moment where she knew it was coming and nothing could stop it anymore, she bent her fingers and pressed his down into her so she felt him there as she came in strong, tight waves over his touch.

She heard him breathing, a low growl of pleasure and pride in himself rumbled in his throat as he leaned down and kissed along her neck while she came down from her climax.

He didn't have any words that would ever come close to describing what he was feeling, so he simply wrapped himself around her and held her tight. 

When they had both returned to normal breathing and their hearts were no longer racing, Ivy-Rose sat up, one hand on his chest, her fingers playing with the sparse hair near his nipples.

"I'm starving," she said. "There's an apple pie out there. I even have some ice cream in my ice box." Daryl smiled, relieved not to have to figure out what to say. He was hungry and food was a far easier thing to talk about than sex or feelings. "You want some?"

"Damn right, I do," he told her. 

While she slipped into the bathroom to clean up and put on a robe, Daryl dressed and went outside to smoke and check on Luna. Ivy-Rose could hear him petting and playing roughly with the dog, the red glow from his cigarette moving in the darkness making it easy for her to keep track of them in the moonless night. 

Once Daryl came back inside, smelling like Luna and the summer night air, she dished up the desserts and they sat at the table together just as they had only a few hours ago. She ate her pie slowly, watching him as he devoured his food once again.

"So, tell me what you've been doing all these years?" She said casually. 

"Nothing much," he grunted and continued eating. "Wondering where you went, mostly."

"That's not fair, Daryl. I tried to say goodbye, but you went away first. After that night, I never heard or saw you. I did look for you, in the woods. But when mama wanted to go back home to her family, I couldn't deny her that chance," she told him, slightly sad at the memory.

"I get it. I didn't mean it like that," he told her. "I didn't give you any reason not to go, the way I acted."

Ivy-Rose's heart broke a little at the realization that Daryl was so accustomed to people who were supposed to love him walking away and leaving him that he felt he had to do something to earn their presence. 

"You deserved better," she told him, brushing his hair back over his ear. Whether he knew that she meant he deserved better from his friends and family, as well as from her, she couldn't know. 

"Naw. It's just how things go," he told her with a dismissive shrug.  He collected both of the plates and took them to the sink. "So what made you come back?" He asked.

"You," she told him as he washed the plates. He tossed her a skeptical look over his shoulder. "Stop." He said. 

"Ok, I came back to see if I could see you again AND because I wanted to rebuild this place now that I could," she admitted. "This was where I was happy. I figured even if I couldn't recapture that feeling, it would be better to try than to never know."

"What's with the library books?" He asked, gesturing at the stack of books she had piled on the counter earlier. She'd all but forgotten about the visit from the mother of that poor boy and her subsequent trip to the library. 

"Oh! Someone came out to see me today," she explained. She stood and walked over to the books, spreading them out on the counter and looking at them as she spoke. "About the kids who were killed on lovers lane."

"What?" He asked in that deep, raspy voice that carried a language of his own. He walked around behind her to look at the books over her shoulder.

"Yeah, the young man's mother came to ask if I could help her," Ivy-Rose sighed at the memory. It was a big shift from the elation she'd experienced earlier in the night. 

"Killed is an understatement," he told her, picking up one of the books. "He was slaughtered like an animal. The girl was worse."

"How do you know that?" She frowned up at him.

"I was the one that found 'em," he told her. She watched him page through the book for a moment, a wave of emotion going through her and knocking the wind from her lungs. 

"Would you… tell me about it? What you saw, what you know?" She asked.

"After you tell me what the hell this is?" He asked her, turning the book toward her so she could see an illustration of a horrible creature - it was like a wolf but it stood on it's hind legs like a man, and it's claws and face were bloody.  The worst part about it, though, was the human eyes staring out of the creatures face. "The words're in Spanish or Greek or whatever." 

"It's French," Ivy-Rose told him as she read the words beneath the illustration. "Le loup garou," she said. Before she could continue, she noticed Daryl visibly pale at the words.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Probably nothing," he told her, and she could tell he was trying to convince himself that it was nothing. Something troublesome was on his mind. "It's just… Merle, he was in France for a lot of his time overseas during the war." 

Ivy-Rose waited, hoping that showing Daryl patience and that she was listening would help him be able to unbidden himself.

"He has these nightmares, now, ever since he got back, and sometimes… sometimes he talks or yells out when he's having one," he continued. "I've heard him say that."

"Say what?"

"Lay Loo Guroo," he said, pronouncing it as if he had heard the French word as spoken by a man with a thick Georgia accent. "What does it mean?" 

Ivy-Rose paused, chewing on her lower lip as she read some of the text.

Finally, she looked up into Daryl's eyes and spoke.

"Werewolf."

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

We NEED a not allowed noona update. I wanna know how she's handling this back to back long haired yoonkook

Well, JK said the reason that he forgot to post on Weverse was because he was too sleepy. Big peepers was tired. You would be too if you fucked right after a busy day. What? Everyone was really horny, okay?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, spanking, fingering, handjob, cum eating, doggy); idol!BTS - Jungkook x reader x Yoongi; reader is JK’s noona; occurs after The Fact Music Awards; based on real time

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv

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You couldn’t talk.

“S-So good, noona, oh, fuck, you’re so f-fucking good…”

Soft lips, tight throat, taking him all the way and then your tongue slid out, curling around his balls and scooping them up, your hands on his hard thighs as you sucked on Jeon Jungkook’s cock, glancing up to see his head tipped back, his long black hair messy and all over his forehead and cheeks, framing his moan as your tongue traced up his length, teasing the slit and the thin skin under the head, pressing him to the roof of your mouth.

Someone must have noticed that you were really into Min Yoongi’s new look, hm. Or he wanted to bring back the look that had you looking twice to begin with.

Either way, you both win.

(A different kind of prize than the awards BTS won today, heh.)

The sudden sting of pain between your legs. You had to swallow your yelp, pussy lips shuddering as long fingers gripped your ass and spread them apart, exposing the wetness to his palm. Smack! Rushing heat and heady ecstasy at the slap, and then the unrelenting bliss of rough fingertips rubbing that swollen bundle of nerves, causing fire to course through your veins.

You began to move your head up and down Jungkook’s hard cock as Min Yoongi spanked your pussy and shoved his fingers into you as he pleased.

Sweet as SUGA didn’t really apply when he was fucking, fortunately.

Heh.

You almost choked as you felt Yoongi’s tongue circling around your clit, the tips of his hair grazing your ass.

It was getting difficult to suck dick and get fingered by Min Yoongi. Not because you weren’t good; it was pretty clear you were mind-blowingly excellent by the way Jungkook was frantically gripping the headboard and gasping for air from your rapid pace and the controlled way you squeezed the head when it hit the back of your throat. No, it was because Yoongi’s tongue and fingers were doing all the right things, rough touch, soft licks, heated breath on slick skin, bites on the inside of your thighs, sucking gently as his thumb lazily flicked your clit, making your hips flinch and you moan around Jungkook’s cock.

You clenched your core, clamping around Yoongi’s fingers to send him a message.

Hello, I’m trying to do something here!

Yoongi sunk his teeth into the sensitive space where your leg and crotch connected, sucking hard as he pumped his fingers into you with a reckless pace, sending you his own very clear message.

Don’t care.

Damnnit.

It took some effort to slide your mouth off Jungkook, especially when he whimpered and gave you those pleading big peepers and big pout, fuck, but you made it up to him, climbing up his torso with sloppy kisses, your fingers tracing his shivering muscles, whispering sweet nothings, resting your forearm on his shoulder and sliding your hand into that sweaty black hair, tangling your fingers in the length, tugging on it, transfixed by Jungkook’s surrendering moan, his eyes closing as your free hand wrapped around his wet throbbing cock, stroking him slowly, dotting kisses all over his trembling jaw.

“Fuck, I love you, Jungkook, I just I love you so fucking much…”

Hot breath to hotter lust, looking up at him, eyes to starry eyes, your name on your lips from his fucked-out whisper as your hand followed the pace of Yoongi’s inside you, I love you, noona, I love your eyes, love when you look at me, shuddering breaths mixing together, feeling so good with Yoongi’s thumb inside you and his other fingers rubbing your clit, not too fast, just enough inescapable pressure, and your hand matched his pace, heart swelling as you watched Jungkook’s brown eyes glaze over, glassy with ecstasy, so close, your tongue touching his, so close, sparks shooting up your core and feathering over your chest and back, cum with me, breathless, drunk with desire, right there.

“Mmm, fuck, Yoongi, Jungkook!”

Your name moaned into your face and then Jungkook swept down, crashing his lips into yours and filling your lungs with his drawn-out groan, his cock twitching in your palm and hot cum streaming down the back of your hand, salty and strong, mixing with the sour-sweet of your release sticking to the inside of your legs, and then it was the hazy bliss of Yoongi’s hot tongue licking it all up, spreading your ass open so he could shove his face between your legs and drive you insane.

This n-ice guy wasn’t one to waste time.

Before you could catch your breath, you felt Yoongi grab your hips and lift you, readjusting your knees, and then you heard the distinct rip of a condom wrapper, distracted by your shaky gasps being swallowed by Jungkook’s hungry kisses, bodies shimmering with wanton pleasure, and now the aching feeling of Yoongi slamming his cock into you roughly, causing you to yank at Jungkook’s hair with a helpless whine.

You thrust your hips back against him and clenched around Yoongi;s girth, lifting yourself so you were face to face with Jungkook, both of you intoxicated with post-orgasmic bliss and that defiant desire to be, well.

Dirty little sinners.

Your hips followed Yoongi’s intense pace as you lifted your cum-covered hand, smearing Jungkook’s orgasm onto his lip ring and then licking it off his face.

The cheeky Golden Maknae grinned, definitely up to no good.

You gasped as Yoongi hit you wonderfully deep, moaning his name like smoke. Jungkook took your hand and slurped his cum off your knuckles, making your eyes go wide as he grabbed your head and pushed your face to his, forcing his tongue into your mouth and filling it with his salty release mixed with his saliva.

Holy fuck.

Your inner walls pulsed and squelched in between smacking flesh as Jungkook repeatedly licked your fingers and fed you his cum, so filthy, so hot, such a good boy doing such naughty things, him cradling your head as you held onto his, your grip slipping as the relentless orgasm ramped up inside you.

“You look so pretty taking hyung’s cock, noona,” Jungkook whispered, low and husky from using his voice all day at the award show. “So fucking sexy with my cum all over your lips and your pussy full of hyung’s cock.”

Who the fuck told himto say such dirty things? He was supposed to be the innocent one! This was not allowed–

You were about to turn your head to glance at Yoongi menacingly but then he hit a particularly pleasurable spot and your eyes rolled back in your head, your tongue lolling out, licking off the rest of Jungkook’s orgasm clinging to your lips and moaning shamelessly, one hand on the youngest’s racing heart and the other buried into his wonderfully sexy hair, too far gone to stop the orgasm from wrecking you, barely enduring wave after crashing wave, shivering hips and breathy hiss, and you felt Yoongi shudder, thrusting as deep as he could before swearing under his breath, his hard length twitching strongly and spilling into the condom.

Oh, fuck.

Your orgasm was dripping down your thighs, sticking to Yoongi’s crotch and legs.

You could tell Jungkook was getting super sleepy from the packed day and wild sex. He was struggling to keep his eyes open and he was sliding down, happily faceplanting into your quivering breasts.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

“Mmm, g'night…”

You felt Yoongi pull out and turned your head, seeing that handsome face framed by dark waves and a devious smirk.

“I’ll bring a damp cloth. Clean him up.”

“Excuse me, he’s your fellow member–”

Yoongi leaned over and shut you up with a heated kiss. Drew back with a cock of his head, as if to say, I’ll leave this responsibility to you, hm, my love?

You squinted accusingly at his back as he slid off the bed.

Well.

It was hard to be mad at Min Yoongi after seeing that perfectly shaped ass. Mmm. Fuck, so perky and bouncy-looking. Oh well. You would just have to do whatever he said.

Jungkook started snoring into your tits.

Something the youngest had said earlier nagged at the back of your mind.

“Wait, didn’t Jungkook say something about posting on Weverse?”

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part xv “Come on, hyung! That’s not allowed on Christmas!”

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drabbles masterpost | masterpost

[departmentseraphim]

Establishing the Sakamaki 🧬

Where I try to make some assumptions about the vampire boys and why they all look so different( ignoring the big fact that its an anime and anime brothers have genetics pools made of skittles):

Ever since consuming this anime/franchise, i got annoyed with the brothers looking nothing like each other.Hell even Yui asks Shu why they’re all coordinated worse than a clowns colour palette.

Using the small memory etched in me brain abt the boys I will try to draw a line on who In the Sakamaki household looks more like their mum and more like their dad - and hopefully understand whether Karlheinz has the ability to shapeshift or if there’s something else.Little disclaimer, im probably reading too much into it lmao.(diagrams drawn by me hastily)

Subaru:

Appearance wise hes got white hair with pink tips and red eyes.Easily we can say he matches both his parents since his baby pics in the game show Karl, and Christa sporting the same colours and therefore the same colour genes (have I mentioned they’re related, yikes) would be passed onto Subaru .

I believe Subaru got his hair and eye colour from his mother, not his dad.My mans got a very strong level of self hatred and views himself as a dirty individual due to his parents.There are segments in his route where Christa during her psychotic episodes confuses Subaru for Karl and does some traumatising shit to him.

I therefore headcanon that Subaru has his mothers hair and eyes but his fathers face and perhaps body built.Karlheinz may be depicted with golden eyes and white pinkish hair but I don’t think its a genetic match timeline wise, he may simply have aged.BUT, there is also clear evidence in the Sakamaki family tree of white hair and red eyes genes - this could be a form of albinism and/or an indicator of a vampires age.

Shu and Reiji:

Ill start off Shu.Hes probably the easiest one to pin point because hes a spitting image of Beatrix, blonde/orangey hair with blue eyes.Only difference is his height and gender, those he got from his dad.

Reiji is more interesting to decipher. Cordelia was kind enough to tell us bluntly that he resembles Karl when he was younger, which means, Karl is sporting red eyes and purple hair right???

Well not quite, whilst the hair MIGHT be a match in some ways (one of the cgs in his route shows Reiji with long locks similar to his dad, the only difference being his hair is straight) his eyes are a different story; unlike Subaru, Reiji’s peepers are more raspberry purple and pink in hue.What does that mean?? There must be purple genes in the family tree guaranteed, at least eye wise.

So overall, Reiji could be the closest match to his dad, except the triplets may tell a different story.

Ayato, Laito and Kanato:

Lets adress the elephant in the room, the triplets aren’t identical, laito and ayato could fit the “identical twins” because of their eyes and hair whilst Kanato fits more fraternally in the picture.Kanato has big round eyes and a softer face shape, Laito has a more refined jawline and sharp eyes, and ayato fits dabsmack in the middle of the two, with big but sharp eyes and a half soft half refined face shape.

Looking at Cordelia, her face is as feminine as can be, yet not as youthful as Yui.Kanato probably takes after her in that regard and so does Ayato.

Time to look at the boys separately.Kanato has purple eyes and hair, and it is stated that hes rather narcissistic because his hair matches Cordelia.Im assuming Kanato got Cordelia’s hair and face but his Father’s eyes.His eyes are very misleading tho because they are more lavender than raspberry purple like Reiji.Heres the kicker- Kanato and Reiji have the same eye design, only Kanato’s are enlarged and lavender.Does this mean his dad has raspberry purple, or lavender eyes??

Hear me out- theres three factors to do with eye colour according to google:

Age: As you get older, your eyes darken so this factor can head-canon that the reason Reiji has a different colour shade is because hes older than Kanato, by how much we dont know.But this means his eyes should be dark lavender not raspberry purple.

Colouring coordination: simply put colours can enhance their tones when matched right.Kanato’s design is drenched in lavenders, lilacs and pinks which would fit his hair and make his eyes appear more lavender too right? Reiji also does colour match his casual wear, mostly similar purple coloured vests to his hair,complimenting his eyes and making them stand out.However, colour matching doesn’t fully change the colour that much, rather its used to compliment it, and make it stand out.Kanato stands out because he’s all lavender not because his eyes stand out from the rest of his outfit.Its made even more evident how purple he really is whenever he sports a ribbon that, funnily enough is closer in shade to Reiji’s eye colour.

Light exposure :fun fact within the first three days after your birth, the colour of your eye sets in.What does this mean for Kanato?? Well if you’ve ever left something colorfull outside in the sun for a couple of days, you’ll notice it become lighter, yes im referring to that one toy in your back-garden that went from red to pink.Knowing the kind of parenting skills Cordelia had, I wouldn’t be shocked if she neglected the boys as newborns.Idk how resistant baby vampires are on their own but they sure as hell are not strong enough to fend on their own.So, it IS possible that Kanato as a baby got exposed to sunlight, causing for his eyes to lighten up to lavender, or rather a light raspberry purple which when in contrast with his outfit appears more LAVENDER.This also might be why he sometimes wears glasses, sunlight exposure can fuck up your eyes.

Lets go back to the other brothers.Ayato got his mothers eye colour and shape plus Red hair combo and so did Laito, the eye shapes may be different but alas its her green. So, what is up with the red hair?? This would mean they got the hair from the dad, but so did Reiji and his hair is purple, not red.

Looking better at the two, Laito’s is orange red whilst Ayato sports strawberry red, so wtf???Well, Karlheinz doesnt have white hair fully, his ends are actually a muted pink, which when colour dropped gives us….the same range as Ayato’s hair tone.So then, where the hell is the purple coming from for Reiji???

The purple maybe comes from his grandparents not his father.Kanato has his purple hair from his mother,but Reiji is still considered a spitting image of his father by Cordelia so what gives? Now this would mean that one of Karlheinz’s parents would have the same strawberry hair and purple in the mix.I know what you’re thinking, that cant be true because Karlheinz’s younger brother has green hair, so one of the parents had green whilst the other had strawberry red, that doesn’t give purple.Unless of course, his father had several wife’s just like him,which explains the red, green and purple ensemble better ( and why he himself is not monogamous, clearly he learned it from someone yay generations worth of trauma)

Why is Laito’s hair more orange then???The anime decided so-I colour-dropped his hair from his game sprites and surprise surprise, its the same muted strawberry red like his dads hair ends.Why isnt it the same as Ayato??? Just like Kanato, light exposure!! Laito is probably more extroverted than he lets on, causing for his hair to change, even as a kid he was out and about more than his other brothers, especially Ayato who was forced indoors to study most of his childhood.This super fun fact is so tell tale about the triplets coping mechanisms too, Laito still goes out, hence his hair is still lighter than his brothers, which means that even now Ayato keeps to the indoors after all these years.Only proves to show that trauma can shape your lifestyle doesn’t it, cant even phantom how worse its for someone who lives as long as they do 😔.

But Karlheinz’s eyes are yellow??? Yeah, i think i might know why.I believe hes got shitty eyesight, which would explain why Kanato and Reiji wear glasses.In the beginning of the anime, it is established by Reiji that vampires are immune to sunlight unlike in stories.Maybe it doesn’t directly kill them, but then why remain nocturnal?Karlheinz’s entire persona is human, he lives like one and has for hundreds of years, who’s to say that the reason why vampires remain nocturnal is due to light sensitivity. If you can hear really well, you’re gonna have a bad time with loud noises, so if you can see really well in the dark, too much light can hurt the same way.Heres my proposition: he uses magic to see, his sight must be so bad that even with magic he still wears glasses.Carla and shin are pureblood, their eyes are golden, and they can use magic, perhaps theres a indication in the colour of their eyes?Its just a theory tho.

In conclusion:

-Shu is a carbon copy of his mother.

-Reiji has his fathers eyes, face and his grandparents hair colour

-Laito has his father’s eye shape, face and hair colour but the colour of his eyes are from his mother

-Ayato has the hair colour from his dad but his eyes are from his mother

Ayato also suffers from long term trauma causing for his prolonged lifestyle to remain stagnant

-Kanato has purple hair just like his mother,face shape and big eyes just like her too but light raspberry purple eyes like his dad

-Kanato also was exposed to sunlight as a newborn causing for his irises to change in colour and probably damaged his eyesight too

Subaru has the hair and eye colour of his mother but his fathers face.

Karlheinz’s got shitty eyesight due to being an old fart.Hes got a predisposed poor eyesight gene leading two of children who inherited his eyes to have to wear glasses.

[fineosaur]

If you still want to do prompts: 126. “You nap. I’ll stay awake” for arya and gendry pls

only our love | e | gendrya

from this drabble challenge

Arya and Gendry cross paths ten years after they last meet in ASOS. Their awkward silences become less awkward once they ease the tension that had been building between the two of them.

He never expected to see her again. 

It had been years since he last laid eyes on her. So long that her face had started fading from his memory. 

When he saw her again, there was no mistaking it. There well should have been, she had grown so much he almost felt shame from gazing upon her for too long. 

He had done some growing up of his own too. The years had begun to cloud his judgment after a while, he was no longer a hot-tempered teenager, he was now a grown man acting upon fully justified anger. 

They still called him the Bull. Only now it wasn’t so much a joke, and more a respected statement. 

They first heard of her in passing word. She was a shadow, a weapon, not even a woman but a myth that was not even human. 

He knew much of those that were more than human. But with her walking at his side, leaves crunching underneath her boots, he knows she’s just a girl. An extraordinary one, but a girl nonetheless. 

“You’re different,” she told him firmly. 

He didn’t know if her voice had always sounded this soft. It was deep but caressed his ears like the velvet off a white stag’s antlers. 

Since they crossed paths, little words had been exchanged between them. Tension hung like the humidity of the forest air. 

“It’s been some years, I would worry if you said the opposite.” 

She giggled. It was a delightful sound, much like the song of a snowshrike. 

“Some years and even some more,” she joked back. “I wondered if you would even remember me?” 

Gendry laughed at her words. There was no believable reality where he would forget her. She’d seen all of him before he was ready to see himself. And she broke him just the same when she left. 

“I thought you dead, I never forgot you,” Gendry explained. “I mourned you.” 

He grieved in anger, and years later he accepted it all and chose not to hold onto a broken heart at such a stage in his youth. 

“Not dead, not yet,” she told him with a smile. 

Behind her smile, much remained hidden. She might not have been dead yet, but parts of her seemed worn away, much like the rest of them that suffered the war. They were once children of the war, now sour adults still pacing through it all. 

They reached the river soon enough. The sound of the steady stream of fresh water filled their ears. 

It was cold, he did not have to feel the water to know it was. It did not bother her, however. 

He wandered around with an open ear, checking if they were safe to rest. Just as he found her once again, he saw the scars that marked her skin. Beside her on the bank laid her clothes. 

“Arya–” he tried stopping her, but it was futile. When did she ever listen to anyone but herself?

Now that she was lowered into the waters he remembered to look away. He had known the look of a woman’s body, he was no prude, he had known the company of men, women, and others over the years.

But this was Arya. He had known her when they were children when she thought she could fool him into thinking she was a boy. When he was too young to realise what love was. 

She was the first person to see him and show him what it felt to have someone who cared. 

“Gods, I don’t think I’ve grown that ugly– you don’t have to stare away that angrily.” 

Her tone dripped with mirth. Gendry allowed himself to look her way, but it was hopeless for him. Her body was hidden by the water and her hair pooled around her with dark inky strands. 

“I’m not some peeper, I’ll be on the lookout so you might have some privacy,” he heard her huff as he walked away. 

Gendry quite easily used his march off as an excuse to get some fresh air. As if that weren’t already in abundance. He needed fresh air away from her, where she wouldn’t see him gasping over her getting undressed in front of him. 

He’d been reduced to a teenager all over again. Only she could have such an effect on him. Gendry walked through the forest, knowing better than to stray too far; though she did not look like someone in need of protection. 

He circled back, allowing his fingers to run through his thick hair. He was relieved enough to find her more or less dressed upon his return. She did not seem to feel the cold air at all. 

She twisted her wet hair several times with a dexterous finger. “Gods, do you always look so pained?” Arya quipped. She gave him a smile, a pretty one, he noted. 

Gendry cleared his throat. “I’m not the one who’s gotten comfortable getting naked in front of people during my time away,” he shrugged. 

He kept the same mirthful air as she did. As they always had, only now it seemed they weren’t worrying for their lives. It was as if they were suspended in time now. 

Gendry relaxed and walked towards her, this time choosing to act more comfortably. 

“How did you get all those scars?” He asked her with a soft voice, as soft as he could muster. 

Arya smiled up at him, only for a moment he watched the levity fall before she cheered herself up once again. 

“We’ve only just seen each other after all these years, must we sour the mood so soon?” 

She had gotten wiser. As if she hadn’t already been the smartest person he had known all those years ago. 

Gendry watched her pull on the rest of her layers, finally guarding herself against the winter air. She looked elated now that she’d gotten the chance to bathe. She wrapped herself tightly and got closer to him. 

Her smile reached her eyes. Eyes that reminded him of tempering steel. The way steam rose and curled around him in his forge.

“You’re staring,” Arya said, walking past him and going straight for the stray branch behind him. 

Gendry chose to ignore her, simply choosing to get a fire going for them. 

Arya came back with a sufficient amount of wood. Finally settling down beside him. She didn’t know much about personal space it seemed. 

“You don’t talk much,” Arya told him softly. “You never really were much of a talker but you at least spoke around me.”

“It’s a lot to deal with, Arya,” he opened up. He met her eyes, allowing his to drop to her lips before speaking. “I thought you were dead for the longest time, it’s like I’m seeing a ghost. But it’s stranger because you’re here and you’re acting like everything is all okay.” 

“Why would I act any other way, must I spend my days miserably thinking about what became of my mother? And how I’m supposed to find my sister, or if I have to believe the rumours that all my brothers have died?” Arya’s voice trembled, the farce had fallen and he was to blame. “I will act as I must to keep going, Gendry.”

“I didn’t mean–” 

“I know you didn’t mean it, but…” she sighed and stared at him. Her palm grazed his beard. His chest got tight and he felt the pleasant flutter in his chest at her touch. “I would just like to spend some time being happy to see you. In knowing that after all these years you’re still here. Right where I left you, unlike everyone else I’ve ever known.” 

Gendry leaned into her touch. He brought his hand to hers, he easily engulfed it. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted. The words left his tongue before he had a chance to second guess them. 

Arya laughed. Her laugh might have been the best thing he had heard in a while. “I’ve missed you too,” she replied, leaning into his chest. 

He held her right there, feeling his heartbeat pick up speed. The fire crackled and she looked up at him. A thin sheen glassed over her eyes. 

Moments passed, and they managed to catch a few fish from the nearby river. Something Arya was surprisingly good at. She still carried her skinny blade and used it like it was part of her arm. 

With full bellies and the warmth of the fire near, they sat quiet in one another’s presence. 

His eyes grew tired, he knew she felt the same by the yawn she let out. She was beautiful. Back when they had been younger, he had not known how he felt, it was love most definitely, but not this way. There was no hunger, he had felt the need to protect her and make her feel safe. Not like a brother, but some other category if it existed. 

Now, the same instinct knocked at the door. Only he could not help but feel the creeping feeling in his chest that he knew to be lust. 

Gendry felt lecherous by all means. She had been her friend, she trusted him. He was no better than any other man.

“You keep staring at me that way, what does it mean?” She asked him curiously. 

“In what way?” 

“Pained, but in a different way.”

The apple in Gendry’s throat bobbed as he swallowed back his guilt. “You look different, that’s all,” he noted in the most neutral tone he could conjure.

“Different?” 

“You were one-and-ten when I last saw you,” Gendry told her. He gestured her way to put some evidence into his explanation. “Now you’re a woman grown… one-and-twenty. It feels hardly real.” 

Arya sipped water out a wineskin. She used the back of her hand to wipe her lips. “And you’re a man grown… though you already were when I left.”

“We’ve both changed in our own ways, I just… I had so much to say to you when you left and now my tongue does not even remember the words.” 

“Let’s make you remember,” Arya said. It didn’t take her even a moment before she pressed her lips to his. 

It was the last thing he expected, but he sat there, pleasantly surprised. It took a moment before he acted upon it, realising when their tongues grazed each other that this is what she meant. 

Gendry pulled her in, bringing her into his lap as swiftly as he would holding a feather. She moaned softly in his arms and sat comfortably enough that she was able to let her hands wander. 

Her hands went into his hair, tugging at his neck to get him as close as possible. His head rang, like a hammer hitting an anvil. His mind went numb and nothing existed but her. 

They broke away just for a moment. A moment made up of heavy stares and dilated pupils. Her cheeks were flushed and he felt his body react stiffly. 

“Arya?” 

She stared up at him. Her grey eyes glittered like the night sky. “I’m not leaving you again,” she told him. Reading his mind before he has to utter the words he was dreading. 

He kissed her again. The kiss bruised his lips and contained the desperation of a thousand soldiers. He didn’t articulate his relief, choosing to let his actions show his feelings. 

Gendry was never a winner when it came to expressing himself verbally. He was better at doing. But for her, he would do it all. 

Her hands were fluid, unlatching his cloak and beginning to tear through the fastenings of his jerkin. He groaned softly and stared at her. 

Arya undid the twists in her hair, allowing a cascade of brown waves to fall down her shoulders. 

“What are you doing to me?” 

read more on ao3 - the rest is pure smut that i won't post on tumblr due to no porn policy and i don't want to have any issues lol

[ultravioart]

Peepers head canon

I already head canon a lot of silly dog traits for watchdogs, (happies = zoomies etc) but there is one that's a bit more niche. There is this thing with dogs where they patrol and check up on people, stare, and do a little hop and run away in a cute sort of way. Or if a dog is unsure of a new person you will see that pause, miniscule bob fake out, skitter away, it's pretty comical. It's not zoomies... I can only describe as silly canine shyness? So, I think when Peepers gets SUPER shy about something he goes quiet and embodies some soft spoken/fiddly Marvin the Martian cuteness. Perhaps Peepers is even selectively mute. I can see him as selectively mute as a kid. But he also gets these urges to scramble too if he can. Like. (something that throws him for a loop) (flustered)!!! Pause. Stare. A beat. nyoom-- (Optional: Lord hater voice: PEEPERS!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!!) Peepers RARELY gets that shy, but on occasion specific things just make him skedaddle away. Head empty, urge to bolt lol. Run away from those situations! You can't answer a sore heartfelt question if you're halfway across the skullship! etc. Otherwise, anytime he's flustered he just nerdy rambles and scoffs nonsense and then goes quiet and leaves. maybe comes back in for a quick "you're all a bunch of babies" or something of the like lol.

[muffindaddystyles]

18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕

19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”

18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”

40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”

A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.

Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.

She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.

At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.

She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.

She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,

Daddy, home?

His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.

Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.

“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.

“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.

It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?

That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.

Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.

“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.

Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.

Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.

The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.

“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.

“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.

“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”

“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.

In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.

“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.

“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.

“Over my lap.” He says firmly.

“No.”

He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.

He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.

“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.

He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.

She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.

“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.

“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.

How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.

“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.

Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.

Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.

Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.

“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.

“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.

Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.

He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.

She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.

“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.

Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.

“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.

“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.

His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.

He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.

“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.

“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.

“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.

Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.

“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.

“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.

“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.

She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.

Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.

..

“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.

They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.

The overestimation thingy.

Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.

She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.

“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.

“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.

“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.

She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.

His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.

“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.

“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.

She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.

White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.

She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.

Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.

“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.

A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.

“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.

“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.

She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.

“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.

“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.

“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.

“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)

No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.

“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.

Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.

She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.

He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.

“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.

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Awsamdude-Taking my Hat Darlin'?

Warnings: sexual innuendos

   There was always a unsaid code around the farms, bars, and just in your small town.

   Never take a Cowboy's hat unless your planning to go home with him.

   But you didn't know this. Although you had lived around the area, you did move away briefly for college. Moving back in with your Grandmother for the summer, so it was quite understandable.

   Your grandmother was a quaint little thing, like every southern grandmother, you were well loved, fed and raised well. She was proud of you, and the woman you had become.

   Moving back for the summer left you excited and a bit sad. The busy college life had became the normal, something you found a little peace in was your daily routine, which was now disturbed and replaced with anew. But by the end you were not disappointed.

    The little snippet of information you forgot, was that your Grandmother lived next to a rather large farm. Which was nothing bad of course, its where your elementary friend Sam lived for a long time. The two of you were inseparable, always walking to the bus stop together, spending holidays together, and anything and everything under the sun.

   All n all you were the best of friends.

   But he didn't attend a college, to you he had practically dropped off all communication it seemed. Part of you worried he didn't want to see you truthfully.

   The Sunday was normal, most of the town being off at Church, well very few stayed home. Of course you had explained to your grandmother that you had to catch up on laundry, and other items you hadn't had time for, so with a sweet kiss to your head and a hug, your grandmother parted off.

   The day was more than hot enough to hang the clothes and sheets out on the line, rather than fuss with the dryer. But well you hanged up the clothes, the last thing you expected to see was a bronze horse riding towards you, well a handsome young boy rode atop, hips rocking along with the easy gallop. His hat hid the sun from his eyes, his hand securely holding the reins well a joyful dog ran beside him.

   It looked like a movie scene.

   "Hey Darlin' did you happen to see a young calf run through here?" His accent ran through with a thick roll, yet his voice was soft and shown his kindness.

   You batted your eyes a bit and looked around a bit. "Not that I remember..." when you looked back to the Boy you noticed him curse under his breath.

   "Alright'... well thank you, if you do- please let me know- my ma's gonna kill me" he said, lightly tugging at the reins to turn the horse. When you expected him to run off he paused a moment. Turning back to face you. "You uh- look very familiar... What's your name?" He asked, confusion lacing through his gaze.

   You paused a moment, noticing he looked familiar too. "(Y/n)... I'm staying with my Grandma currently..." you explained, your mind trying to recall where you have seen his face.

   The boy blinked a bit, his cheeks flushing red well he glanced you over briefly. "Well I'll be darned... Look at you." He said, looking at you in awe.

   Well he obviously recognized you, you didn't recognize him. "I'm sorry, but... you look familiar but I don't know from where." You apologized slowly. The boy didn't take any offense however, instead he grinned, tilting his hat a bit to you.

   "Don't remember me? Sam?" He said amused.

   Your jaw dropped. Last you saw of Sam, he was just a small, slim famers son, he couldn't even look you in the eyes, and now he’s looking down at you with soft gazing eyes. "S-Sam??" You stammered, questions flooding your mind well He couldn't help and chuckle.

   "Yes ma'am. You should stop by my place tonight, were having a bonfire, it would be great to catch up with you again over a drink or two- I'd love to stay and talk but I gotta' find that missin' calf before the coyotes do" he said giving you a smile. With a swing of his hips and a nudge of his boot he took off down the trail again. Leaving you with a open jaw.

   You did end up taking that offer- and about the other 500 ones he offered. Late night bonfires became a thing, a thing the two of you often did together.

   But soon those turned into dinner dates, and trips to the local bar for dancing. But you would never forget the one night...

   You and Sam had been out dancing, which had ended with you having a few shots of whiskey- and then having the confidence to try and ride the mechanical bull.

   Sam was not going to stop you, with him having a few drinks, if anything, he wanted to see how your hips swiveled, and kept time with that bull, and boy he wasn't disappointed.

   His eyes were glued to your body the whole time, even when he took a sip he would make eye contact with you over the edge of his glass. Any onlookers would have assumed the two of you were personal.

   Well- almost everyone.

   One woman had been looking Sam up all night, to her, he was the best thing she had ever seen. But when you had hopped off that bull and strung yourself on Sam's arm- she was livid.

   She couldn't help but try and up you, so she hopped up on the bull and -sloppily, tried to copy you. But to her dismay Sam didn't pay her any mind, his eyes glued to you.

   So she tried again. Only this time she took it too far for Sam.

   You had been dancing against Sam, his hands holding your hips, holding you both together. Without a second thought she had roamed up and started to try and dance against him, shoving you from his arms.

   Of course Sam wasn't having it, but what made him livid, is when she took his hat and put it on her head. His jaw went from slack to tightened. He didn't lash or yell but his face said it all. So you took the stance for him.

   Without a second thought you took the hat from her, putting it on your own head, not missing a beat when grabbing his arm and pulling him away from her sharply. "I suggest you find someone else... This ones mine."

   Sam couldn't help but feel a bit turned on by your forwardness. When the woman stop and stuttered, Sam wrapped his arms around you tighter, his own way of showing his possessiveness.

   "Now, now... No need to get protective there Darlin'..." Sam cooed into your ear, his breath hot against your ear and neck.

   By the time the two of you had decided to leave, it was nightfall, the Peeper's were out and croaking well the dew hugged the grass, showing the signs of a colder summer night.

   When you had walked up to Sam's truck, like usual he had moved to open the door for you, but paused short before pushing the handle. With a confused look, you glanced up at him.

   Taking the cue that he wanted to talk. You turned to face him, his hat still firmly rested on your head. "Baby girl... do you know what it means when you steal a Cowboy's hat?..." he asked, tone low and flirty.

   You felt heat rush your cheeks, or maybe it was the warm liquor running through you, either way you shook your head slowly. Earning a chuckle deep from Sam's throat. "It means you intend to take that Cowboy home... and uh... well" he said, risking a glance up towards his hat. "You takin me home?..."

   Well you faltered with words, Sam watched your eyes glance to his lips. Picking up the cue of what you had in mind.

   "Did you want a kiss?..." he asked quietly. "Or is the liquor talking?..."

   "I want to kiss you..." you said quietly, hoping for him to lean closer.

   Thankfully he didn't hesitate, with your back pressed to his pickup, he kissed you, his warm firm hands holding your hips gently.

   Yet all your brain was saying, was "Never take a Cowboy's hat unless your planning to go home with him"