#y'all gotta settle for the tent

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As soon as Dawn climbs over the edge, Atlas runs to her, and they crash into each other with a fierce hug.

Atlas: I thought I’d lost you. Dawn: I’m here, I’m okay.

When Phoenix makes it up a moment later, Atlas rushes over to give him a hug as well.

Atlas: Thank you. Phoenix finds himself unable to speak, managing only a choked sob.

They all come together, and for a moment just stare at each other like they’re not quite sure what to do next. Then, Dawn breaks the silence and startles them all by screaming:

Dawn: Holy shit!

With that, they all slowly devolve into fits of laughter.

Kiyoshi: Alright alright, is everyone good?

They respond with various forms of yeses and nods as they wipe their eyes and catch their breath.

Kiyoshi: Let’s get moving then. We still have a ways to go.

And so, they continue on, making their way to the summit through the deep snow.

Hours later, the sun begins to set. Even through all their layers, the cold seeps into their bones, their extremities already numb. All four of them are exhausted, muscles and lungs burning. They hike in silence, each one focusing only on putting one foot in front of the other.

Just as Phoenix is wondering whether he’s going to make it, he feels Dawn pull on this arm.

His breath catches for a second thinking something might be wrong, but when he looks up she’s smiling. Her smile is so big and bright that his heart skips a beat and he can’t help but stare in awe.

Dawn: Phoenix, look! We made it!

[ur-dad-satan]

Mini Mammon Smut

Ooh y'all are about to be eating!!! The smut demons are in my brain so enjoy. 18+ please and thanks

Omg guys I'm back! (A little bit)

MC had been with Mammon for a while now, and as of late, Mammon had been clingy. By as of late, I mean he had been stuck to MC's side for the better half of a week. Even asking what was wrong yielded no result for the human. Today, he had been particularly clingy not that MC minded as it was their fault anyway. The night before, MC had sent a few suggestive messages before going to sleep leaving Mam hot and bothered in his room. It was now around dinner time, and the human had been busy all day. Despite Mam being with MC all day, they hadn't really had time for him. As the two settled down next to each other in the big ornate chairs, Mammon scooted his chair incredibly close to his in a show of possessiveness.

As they ate and talked, Mammon held onto MC's arm. Subconsciously, MC grabbed onto their man's thigh and squeezed gently as a kind gesture. However, Mammon slightly stiffened at the touch which MC caught immediately.

"You okay, Mam?" MC asked quietly. The white haired demon swallowed thickly and tried to regain his composure as nonchalantly as he could. He nodded his head and continued to eat. A few minutes later, Asmo made a joke about 'having tea to spill' and MC moved their hand in a way that it accidentally brushed his crotch. As expected, he almost choked on his food, but recovered so quickly that no one but MC noticed.

"MC ya've gotta be teasin' me or somethin'. Ya've gotta realize what you're doing to me." Mam said so lowly that MC barely heard him, so the others definitely didn't hear his plea.

"I'm sorry, Love." MC said quietly. The sweet, genuine tone made Mam's 'reaction' apparent to the couple.

"Please help me out, my diamond." Mam begged, unable to look anywhere but MC's face.

"At the table?" MC asked incredulously. Mam nodded small so none of his brothers could see and finally looked at them with pleading eyes. MC turned away unable to take the look. He looked so pathetically adorable. The human decided to weigh the pros and cons. On one hand, MC had been neglecting their favorite white haired demon and felt a little bad about it. On the other, they were at the dining room table! Any of the brothers could see! However, it would be cruel to make Mammon get up with a tent in his pants and embarrass himself in front of his brothers. They stewed for a moment more before looking at Mam once again.

"Please?" He asked again almost silently. Fuck. MC was going to regret this.

"Can you be silent and not make a face?" MC asked almost meeting their partner's volume. Mammon's eyes lit up a bit and he nodded his head. "Fine. Scoot closer to the table, and I'll take care of you, Baby." MC gave in. Mammon grabbed their hand and placed a grateful kiss on the back of it before casually moving his chair so that his crotch disappeared under the edge of the tablecloth. After painstakingly taking their time with Mam's belt, button, and zipper, they moved the denim fabric to the side to allow access to the tent in his boxers.

MC started to rub his dick over the thin fabric causing a shiver to go down his spine as they continued the conversation with the brothers and acted like they weren't brazenly doing something so dirty. Every so often, Mammon chimed into the conversation to keep up appearances when he wasn't biting his lip or forcing food into his mouth to fight off the moans. Getting more into it, MC leaned over and quickly whispered into Mam's ear.

"If you're quiet during this, I'll do that thing you've been wanting me to do, and we'll 'play' all. Night. Long. That sound nice?" MC asked with lust in their voice. Mam sucked in a quick breath before letting his mind wander and dreamily nodding. MC covered their mouth and pretended to burp as a way to hide the fact that they were really wetting their hand with spit to lube up the demon's hard cock. They slipped their hand under the thin fabric and stroked him from tip to base, gently squeezing with every inch of him until they made it to the tip. There, they slowly circled it with their thumb making him stutter over his words. When all eyes were off of him, he turned to look at MC who had faux innocence all over their face.

"MC, baby, honey. Ya can't do that to me." He all but pleaded. MC just winked and blew him a kiss before speaking lowly.

"I never said this would be easy. You're gonna have to work for your prize, Mam."

"Chrysos, you're going to be the death of me." Mammon muttered and tried to focus on inserting himself in Asmo, Beel, and Lucifer's conversation. As MC's words danced in Mammon's head and their soft hands worked at his hard dick, it didn't take long for him to get close. His cheeks slightly tinted, and he but his lip even more than before. All MC needed was a small glance to realize the situation.

"You're close, aren't you, my love?" They whispered in a low, seductive voice. A moan bubbles up from his throat only loud enough for the two of them to hear it, as he nods his head. MC slowed their movements, then took their hand out if his pants. Before Mammon could protest, they pretended to burp in their hand again and spit in their hand to really push Mammon over the edge.

"MC," Mammon whispered in ecstasy putting his face in his hands.

"Sit up." MC commanded. The white haired demon did as he was told, forcing his eyes to lot roll back in his head as he inched closer and closer to orgasm. He gripped the table with one hand and placed his head in the other, to look like he's leaning on the table.

"Please, Chrysos. I'm gonna cum." Mammon begged lowly.

"Lucky for you, it's my turn to clean the dining room. Remember not to alert the others when you cum, and you get a reward." MC said in a commanding yet gentle voice. The demon muttered out a small 'okay'. The human kept stroking and squeezing, tip to base, until hot sticky cum fell into their fingers and they noticed Mammon white-knuckle grip the table and close his eyes. As he silently rode out his orgasm, MC told a joke that made everyone laugh loudly allowing Mammon to let out a small moan undetected. When he caught his breath, his shoulders untensed, his grip on the table loosened, and he started to regain is suave, nonchalant nature.

Slowly, the brothers started to file out of the dining room, taking their dishes to the kitchen, then heading off to do their own thing until there were only three people left. MC, hand still covered in cum, Mammon looking slightly tired, and Asmo giving a knowing smirk.

"You two are not slick. You seriously couldn't keep it in your pants for an hour?" Asmo asked with amusement in his eye.

"We weren't that obvious. You can just smell lust." MC said and finally removed their hand from under the table to lick it clean.

"MC! YA CAN'T DO THAT IN FRONT O' HIM!" Mammon said in shock. MC and Asmo both shrugged.

"Forgetting the fact that it's yours, I've seen them do way worse." Asmo shrugged and went to leave. "Please fuck in MC's room, Mam's is too close to mine and I have things to do in the morning." Asmo called over his shoulder before disappearing from the room leaving MC with an amused look, and Mammon an embarrassed one.

"Aside from Asmo, none of the brothers seemed to know. That was almost predictable, though. Good job, Mam." MC said and caressed his face in admiration.

"Does that mean I get my... Reward?" He asked getting up and grabbing both of their dishes.

"Yep. Thank you, darling." MC replied and placed a quick peck on Mammon's nose. He made a small sound of celebration, and followed MC out of the dining room to drop off their dishes to Satan who irritatedly washed them, then off to MC's room for the night.

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ATTENTION — xavier thorpe

REQUESTED: @noneofyabuisnessmatey

WARNINGS: 18+, cock warming, chubby/soft bodied reader, teasing, my lack of knowledge in shooter games

A/N: y'all in my asks 'bout to me make me act up, short fic

You don't know how long it's been since you climbed onto your boyfriends lap, bored out of your mind and looking for attention. He's been playing some shooter game he doesn't even like for the last hour, buttons of his controller clicking loudly as he runs around the map shooting people. You've got your head tucked into his neck, half asleep as you take in his warmth.

Every couple of minutes he's pressing kisses to the side of your head, checking in to see if you've fallen asleep. Whenever he's dead and waiting to respawn he's got his arms wrapped tight around you, or has his hands rubbing up and down your back.

Xavier has always been touchy, a hand on you at all times. His favourite place is your plush thighs, long fingers gripping and kneading the flesh like his own personal stress ball. Whenever he can he has you sitting in his lap like you are now, you soft body in easy reach for his eager hands.

It's a blessing and a curse that he likes your body as much as he does. You don't have to worry about his attention straying when he's got page after page of you drawn, when he's wrapped around you and smothering you with his love. But all the attention he gives you always gets you in the mood, and the asshole doesn't even notice he's doing it.

You can tell he's died again when both his hands settle on your hips, sliding down over your thighs before gliding back up again, fingers pressing into the skin so that it dimples around his fingers. Sitting across his lap has made your already short shorts ride up into the crease of your thighs, digging into your flesh and giving Xavier more skin to run his hands over.

Every time he's swipes his hand over your legs his hands would roam into your inner thigh, giving the plush flesh a squeeze before smoothing his hand over the area to soothe the skin. It was driving you crazy, panties slowly dampening with your arousal with his accidental teasing.

His hands move off of you to pick his controller back up, pressing a quick kiss to the side of you head before he's back in the game, playing as if his girlfriend isn't plastered to him. You hold back your sigh of disappointment, knowing this is partly your fault considering you said you were fine with him trying to beat Ajax's high score. And now here you sit, horny and frustrated in his lap because you didn't think it would take this long.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you shuffle around on his lap, trying to get more comfortable so that you can pass the time with a quick nap. As you move around you can feel Xavier start to tense up below you, the very familiar dying sound playing out from the tv behind you. Before you can ask what happened Xavier is pulling you into his chest, your hips sliding foreword and landing on the erection he's been trying to ignore.

"Oh," you gasp, looking down between the two of you to see his erection pressed up into you. Shifting back a little, you get a better look at the tent he's making in his pants. You drop your hand between your bodies, palming his erection through his sweats. He moans long and low, head turning to suck and kiss at your neck.

"Shit, don't know what I was thinking letting you crawl into my lap, been hard the second you wrapped yourself around me," Xavier confesses, hips rutting up into your hand to get more pressure against your hand, "gotta finish this though, if I don't beat him by tonight I have to do his homework for a month."

You laugh at his expense, cock still in hand as you give it an experimental squeeze, sliding your hand as much as you can over it. Xavier's hips twitch, head falling back to rest on the bed behind him. You quickly dive into his neck, sucking and biting at fading bruises while your hand works to push his waistband down so you can get your hand on him.

"Fuck, babe, I'm serious. I won't ever see you if I don't beat him in this shit game," he says around a moan, but makes no move to stop you. So you keep going, pushing his sweats to reveal he's got no boxers on, hard cock springing out from his pants.

"Don't worry, as long as your a good boy and sit still, I'll give you a reward for beating Ajax," you whisper into his ear, lifting up in his lap to give yourself enough room to take off your shorts and underwear, throwing them off to the side.

Quickly getting your hand back on him, you pump him a few more times, mouth watering as you watch pre leak from his tip. Ignoring the urge to get him into your mouth, you shuffle foreword until your right over him, rubbing his cock through your folds one, two times before your sinking down on him, pussy clenching desperately around him as you take him to the hilt in one go.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, both out you moaning loud in the empty dorm room as you both get what you've desperately wanted for the hour you've been there. It feels too good to stop, hips continuing their slow rolls against him that Xavier eagerly meets thrust for thrust. It's as the sounds of the respawn menu come back to you do you remember what your plan was, slowing your already slow movements as you ignore your arousal.

"Now hurry up and respawn," you say, rolling your hips one last time before stilling, your walls fluttering around him with the desperate need to move that you dutifully ignore, "you've got a Gorgon to beat. Then I'll ride you till you can't even feel your legs."

Xavier nods desperately, pressing a searing kiss to you lips before hooking his chin over your shoulder, hands fumbling with the controller before he's able to press the right button to respawn. Settling down against him, you give your pussy an experimental squeeze around him, smirking at the choked off whine he lets out.

The shooting kicks back up behind you, and you wonder how fast he'll beat Ajax with his new... motivation wrapped around him.

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[mads-nixon]

i LOVED those chuckler headcanons - he's my absolute fave in the pacific and there's so little writing about him! could i request some more, maybe chuckler with a medic reader during wartime?

Chuckler Dating a Medic

Chuckler Juergens x Medic!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the request!! Love this gif (peep my baby hoosier 🫶) this is about the fictional portrayal of the H company boys on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Being assigned to H company, you meet the boys on the ship over.

The first time Lew sees you, he has to do a complete double-take.

At first he's like, "That's a woman," and then he takes a good look at you..." Wow. that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," type vibes.

He immediately gets a crush on you, and by the time y'all deploy to Guadalcanal, the poor fella is hopelessly in love, despite not knowing you for long.

Bill and Leckie's teasing is unending, and it's the only time you see Lew clam up and get embarrassed.

When the company first encounters the Japs at Tenaru, Lew's heart is in his throat every time he sees you dart from foxhole to foxhole, responding to the call for a corpsman.

He tried to keep tabs on you, but amongst the smoke and bullets in the air, he lost you. Even though he wanted to go searching for you, Lew knew you were good at your job and that he had his own to do, but it didn't stop him from worrying.

When morning came and the dust settled, he saw you sitting in a hole, staring off into space, your dungarees covered in blood (it's not yours). He freaks out and slides next to you, asking you a million questions.

Lew cups your cheeks gently to get you to look at him, and instinctually, you lean forward and connect your lips. It was s short kiss (really like a peck), but it shut Chuckler up, and he stared at you dumbfounded.

"You just kissed me," he says, his eyes wide.

You smile, your teeth a contrast to the dirt and blood on your face. "I did."

Then...boom, he asks you to be his girlfriend, and you ofc say yes. You've gotta keep it on the DL, but the boys know and joke about it constantly, but you also know they would take the secret to the grave if they had to.

Any time Lew would get even the slightest bit hurt, and I mean like a tiny cut on his finger or something, you'd go in full medic mode.

"I need to disinfect it," and "Let me see, hon."

Deep down, you're absolutely terrified of losing him, so you kind of go crazy making sure you do everything in your power to keep him healthy.

You're probably the mom friend of the group and always make sure they're all doing okay. In turn, Chuckler is always there for you if you want to talk about anything.

Being a medic is draining, and there are some days that you just lay in his arms at night, trying to forget the blood and death you'd witnessed that day.

By the time you got to Melbourne, you were almost to your breaking point. Seeing boys blown to bits and crying for their mothers day after day became too much.

Instead of going out and exploring, you stayed in the stadium and slept like Hoosier. You told Chuckler to go have fun, but he insisted on staying with you. He sat propped against the legs of your cot, rubbing your hand gently, trying to coax you to sleep.

As the months went on in the Australian city, everything seemed to get better, and you took advantage of the time you had with Lew.

You went to the beach, learned how to play cricket, and went on a million picnic dates.

When your orders came that you were going to ship out again, Lew went out, bought a ring, and proposed.

You say yes, and he puts the ring on a chain for you to wear.

On Cape Gloucester, you were often caught up in the medic tent treating infections and other illnesses like the enuresis that Bob ended up developing.

Pavuvu was even worse when it came to sickness. Runner was badly sick with malaria, and you and Lew were tending to him the best you could, but there wasn't much you could do.

You'd stay up all night beside his bedside, keeping tabs on his fever and making sure he didn't need anything. After a few days of this, you were dead on your feet, and Chuckler had to step in.

He'd gently urge you to bed and sit beside your cot, running his hand through your hair. Within seconds, soft snores escaped your mouth and you were out like a light.

From Pavuvu, you went to Peleliu, and nothing could ever prepare you for what you saw there. It was the bloodiest, most horrifying thing you'd witnessed so far. By the time the Marines took the airfield, Leckie, Bill, and Runner had been hit, and you had no idea where Lew was.

When you found him, you almost cried, and he engulfed you in a HUGE hug, lifting you off your feet for a moment.

The pair of you stick side by side through the campaign on Peleliu until he gets hit, and when he does, you patch him up as you try not to fall apart.

Finally, you're called back off the line, and you're by Lew's side the whole time as he's carried on the stretcher to the medical ship. You couldn't go with him, no matter how much you wanted to, so you said a tearful goodbye and kissed him softly, promising you'd see him soon.

You wrote him as you made your way through Okinawa, and you burst into tears when the news of the war's end reached you.

Lew was waiting for you when you finally got to come home. The first thing y'all do is go to the courthouse and get married!

The two of you spend the rest of your lives living outside Chicago in a small town that was quiet and peaceful, except for the trouble your kids caused when became teenagers!

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[nuclearforest]

1- How good and dilfy is briar's dad to have so much fae pussy?

2- How often does she write to her siblings, and how is she able to send the letters?

3- Whats going on with Briar having clipped wings?

4-did Briar ever use that advice from Sabine? Is that how she earned so many pups?

5- headcanons for briarett as first time parents

HELL YEAH HOMIEEEE ty I'm gonna write so much shit

And please y'all: go show Rotten @rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth some love for Barrett because he needs his time to shine.

1. Briar actually has 2 dads and 2 moms. Polyamory isn't all that weird in fae circles (primarily elven and fairy) because they're tasty little morsels and if one parent is snapped up like the snack they are, you gotta hope for some additional stability. If anything, it's the norm.

That said, out of Briar's fathers (tentatively named Georgiy and Roman), Georgiy is definitely DILFy. Her folks were all part of a flood of fae that fled Eastern Europe in the human world around 1917 in the upheaval of WWI and the Russian Revolution. They were kids at the time, but they settled in a pocket of fae in what was largely predator territory. Georgiy may only have about average human strength, but he's a tough old man and carries it with him well after the parent poly unit moves much closer to the fairy capital in fae Scotland, a much safer place.

2. Briar wants to be where the people are. And as a result, she's gotta deal with writing to a world with a much lower state of technology but much greater magic. (Really, the difference is large in part to being unable to handle raw iron.)

To send it, she describes it as "sealing it with a kiss" because the letter will always find its recipient. In reality, there are little gremlin creatures that live in the machines at post offices and steal anything that smells like a fae letter. They move back and forth between worlds with ease and all they want in pay are paper scraps to eat. Before post office sorting machines, the critters would dig through piles of mail by hand.

3. Most fairies are not born winged as they cannot actually fly. That would be pixies, the much smaller variant. But when a fairy does have wings, it has been historically tracked to the ability to bear children for creatures outside the fae race.

It's a bit of a showy defense mechanism like "if you can't beat them-- breed them." Tooth faries, for example, are crosses between fairies and goblins. Orc and troll crosses would be the most common and would usually result in political marriages and children that keep some level of peace and prevent too many fae snacks. When a fairy does breed, the children often take most of the non-fairy genetics as dominant. There's a prevailing theory in the fae world that most lost their wings following excessive breeding with humans.

Now that said! Being born with wings puts a proverbial target on your back. "The winged are destined to leave" and "The winged will be cursed with love for other species." All good and fair things to be wary of, but the fae court can and will take winged fairies to raise if they want to marry them off in the future.

So when Briar was born, her parents panicked and immediately docked her wings to save her some the same fate. But then she went to the human world and decided to shack up with a werewolf, so there's that.

4. Lmao folks will only learn about Sabine's not so motherly advice on how to blow your werewolf when Rotten finishes her stories and I can publish. The short answer, though, is yes. And Briar does get pretty good at sucking Barrett's soul clean out.

5. Ohhh ty for this one. The first baby is a learning curve for both of them! Fortunately Briar's mothers and her younger sister come by to help Briar recover from a werepup birth. Barrett may be feeling awfully cramped in his home, but Briar needs it because the baby was MASSIVE. Takes after dad.

They're both really good parents though. The baby is almost always in somebody's hold and baby wearing is common in the house.

The most tender moments are feeding baby. Barrett takes a centuries old watch position and Briar gets to relax during the process. Since Barrett is very instinctually guided, the learning curve isn't that hard to master. Sometimes, if he's in charge of getting the baby settled after a feeding, he will joke "you're welcome" to the baby after a big burp.

He's also extremely good at taking care of both her and baby. The most tender of holds for bathtime. No request is too far. Is always ready to cuddle up.

Thinks everything is going great until baby #2 comes right on the heels of the first. Breeding kink went a little too hard. And no, Briar may know better on the timing as a Dr but can't really help herself either.

[darkened-tyrant91]

Chapter 19. Polymorus

It had been about a month sense the previous events of our story the hero's had lost one of their close friends and now what will they do next kratos on a road of recovery but knowing that he had a job to do to protect his friends

Yuka: hey..? You awake??

Kratos: huh..? Oh yeah I am.. sorry just thinking is all

Yuka: well listen we got another quest to do.. that always helps cheer you up??

Kratos: maybe you're right..? It would be a better change of pace than from being in here..

Kratos would then stand to his feet as he would place on his armor on and come walking out to see Nova balled up near the fireplace as he came walking over and sat right up behind her leaning forward to speak

Kratos: hey there? You feeling alright??

Nova: mhm.. just miss her..

Kratos: so do I but we can't.. stay in here..

Kratos would smile as Nova would get to her feet with him and nodded retrieving her bow and walking out the door to Yuka and Aless who was waiting just outside for them

Aless: well.. took y'all long enough hah..

Kratos: forgive me just was thinking about a few things but I'm up for any challenge that comes our way

Nova: where's munchkin??

Yuka: he's staying here for this one.. he still.. is recovering from her death..

Suddenly everyone in the group became silent before kratos would be the one to break the silence

Kratos: well listen here we can't.. you know.. push ourselves down a dark hole.. we gotta see the light through right??

Yuka: hey?? You're right haha let's go for it eh???

Aless: alright gives us some fun to handle. So yuka what's the job!!

Yuka: well it seems their was a large beast sighted at a nearby outpost in the North of Sperios. They say that it is a armored beast sooo we will need some heavy hitters

She would look straight at kratos who just gave a soft laugh smirking

Kratos: hey!! It'll be worth it won't it?? Haha!

Nova: it'll allow me to test out a new spell I learned!

Aless: well it's settled then let's get going!!

The group would start their trail towards the outpost after what seemed about a hour they would approach the outpost to see it completely destroyed and only flames nothing more the supplies, animals, and even the soldiers were missing however there was no blood at least none that was noticed by anyone in the group

Kratos: what the hell??

Nova: th-that's creepy..?

Yuka would slam her staff into the ground as her eyes started to glow blue attempting to rewind the scene in her head meanwhile Aless would approach the flaming tents to see what looks like sheep wool on the ground only to see the trail lead off into the distance

Aless: hey.. everyone might wanna see this!!

Kratos and Nova would come walking over to see the wool Kratos eyeing the trail seeing its leading along the side of the whole kingdom which Nova would look back to Yuka would be seen exhaling softly

Yuka: seems.. whatever attack the outpost didn't kill anyone but took them all..

Kratos: how could one armored beast even have the capability to move a whole outpost worth of supplies, soldier, and the damn animals???

Nova: maybe the beast is magic??

Aless: really?? I don't think any magical based beast would allow them to steal a literal outpost

Nova: w-well we have a trail we can follow!! I'm sure it'll take us straight to where it is and we can find out what or who it is!!

Kratos: agreed I'll lead the way!!

Kratos would start to follow the trail of wool all the way alongside the kingdoms walls till they came across it leading towards the padana ruins which was a far more dangerous place to be heading however they had no choice but to follow the whole trail all the way through soon coming across a large cavern within the ruins kratos would exhale and draw his blade walking towards the entrance only to he stopped by Yuka who would fire off a candlelight spell into the entrance to light their path and in they went

Kratos: this place smells.

Aless: you can say that again

As they wandered deeper and deeper they'd come across a large open area that had a decent drop but at the bottom of it laid the animals from the outpost, and supplies along with plenty of other items such as, weapons, armor, food, even barrels of water and wine

Nova: what the..? It's like it's keeping everything??

Aless: A hoarder maybe??

Kratos: no I've seen a hoarder this is something different it seems whatever took all these supplies knew what they were doing?

Nova: that means what exactly..?

Kratos: we couldn't be hunting a beast.. no way this is to smart for any beast to even devise such a plan to take all this stuff

Yuka: wait.. isn't that??

A flag was seen within the piles of supplies from the nearby Kingdoms implying whatever took all these items was intentional fully aware they were stealing from a kingdom

Aless: no way.. who would be crazy enough to take all this stuff??

The group would walk towards the ledge which Yuka would look down and use the stones within the cavern to form a staircase down to the supplies for them which Kratos would be the first to step down sword drawn and shield up as he approached the supplies

Kratos: I don't get it.. why would anyone hoard all this supplies it's not like they'd need it, if it is a beast why would it take so much stuff let along go into such a highly populated area what would even be the plan for it

Nova: maybe it's just.. in need of supplies to survive the cold?? It is starting to get ready to snow??

Just then a red light would ignite the whole area as a large eyeball is seen in the darkness before themselves all the eyeball glowing with clear malice intention before it spoke out to the group of adventures with a bellowing loud, and dark tone

Polymorus: Who are you.....

End of chapter 19.

[purple-babygirl]

Oh god I need domestic things about daddy!Bucky so bad 😫😫😫😫

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff, also possible bad writing.

Summary: A glance at the domestic life with daddy!Bucky.

A\N: i'm sorry if this took me longer than you would've liked but my allergies are acting up and I can't stop sneezing:' BUT I DID IT i stayed up till 6 am because i didn't wanna go to bed without giving you something. you didn't give any specifics so i hope this is anything close to what you were looking for and i hope you like chocolate cookies?:' if this is too bad no one tell me y'all i blame my sinus allergy meds:" pls enjoy xx.

“I couldn’t move, daddy. Look,” she whispered, nodding towards her cupped hand slowly, “ladybug chose me.”

just another perfect day

“There you are, sweet pea. Why didn’t you come inside when daddy called, hmm?” Bucky asked when he found her sitting on the quilt he placed for her to play on in the backyard.

Bucky looked inside her slightly curled palm to see a small ladybug resting there, one of its wings twitching every now and then. She was such a precious little baby. He wondered how long she'd been sitting with her hands in her lap like that, not moving in fear she'd make her dotted friend fly away.

“Aw, that’s beautiful, bubba!” Bucky smiled, his heart fuzzy over his adorable, brave, gentle girl.

“You gotta let ladybug go home now though, and we gotta get inside too," he told her softly.

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed sadly but complied, and slowly lowered her hand to the grass, letting the little insect find its way out of her hold.

“Good girl.” Bucky praised, petting her hair with a proud smile.

“Come on now, daddy has a surprise for you.” Bucky gave her his hand and she took it and stood up.

“What is it, dada?” She wondered, swinging hers and Bucky's hands back and forth as they walked back to the house.

“See for yourself.” Bucky smiled widely, pushing the door open for her.

She took the few steps from the doorstep to the living room, and let out a loud gasp when she saw it. Large, white blankets thrown together haphazardly yet somehow holding up firmly with their old Christmas lights illuminating the heart of it. Bucky had built them a fort in the middle of the living room.

She turned her head and beamed at Bucky, who was watching her with a grin and his hands tucked in his pockets. She ran to him and crashed herself against his chest, her arms clutching his back.

"So I get it you like it?" Bucky laughed, holding her to him.

"So much, daddy," she replied, her lips vibrating the words into his shirt, "thank you."

"Anything for my sweet pea." Bucky scratched her scalp. "I made us some cookies so why don't you go take a look and get comfy and I'll be right there?"

"Chocolate cookies?" She asked, loosening her arms around him.

"Of course, I know they're your favourite." Bucky tapped her nose and she giggled.

"Go." Bucky tapped her back and she turned to walk away but stopped again.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"You're the bestest daddy ever," she told him timidly before running to check out the contents of the large blanket-tent.

Bucky smiled, his heart full and happy, before going to grab the large plate off the kitchen counter along with 2 juice boxes of her favourite fruit.

Inside the fort were her favourite stuffies, leaning against the fluffiest pillows they had in the house; waiting for her to join. In one corner, the laptop was open and paused on the opening scene to one of her all time favourite movies, Moana.

"Daddy," she whispered, her mouth agape in amazement.

"Do you like it, sweet pea?" Bucky asked once again.

She nodded harshly, making Bucky chuckle.

"What are you waiting for then? In you go."

She instantly got on her knees and crawled inside, the floor now soft with the blankets covering it. She looked around her with wide eyes after plopping down on her butt. She glided herself back and sat against one of the pillows, taking the stuffed penguin that previously occupied the spot in her arms, and sighed in content.

Bucky set the food next to the laptop before carefully getting inside as well, his legs too long and sticking out of the fort, making her giggle.

"Come'ere, sweet pea. Daddy wants his baby on his lap." Bucky patted his thighs and she giddily moved closer, adjusting herself on top, her back against his chest.

"I love you, sweet pea." Bucky whispered after resting his chin on her shoulder, arms secured around her tummy.

"I love you too, daddy." She tilted her head to peck his cheek.

"You're not upset I made you let ladybug go to come inside with me, are you?" He wanted to make sure nothing upset her and he knew she got attached to the little nature friends she made. Bucky only ever wanted to make her happy.

"Ladybug chose me, and I chose daddy," she said, leaning more into Bucky's chest, holding his forearms and wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold in his tears. His girl was so sweet. He knew she was too little to express and he knew she meant she felt as safe in his embrace as the squishable insect has felt in the palm of her hand. He sniffed, kissing her shoulder.

"And daddy will always choose you, sweet pea." Bucky promised, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before pulling the laptop closer to them and playing the paused movie.

As her eyes focused on the girl in the water on the screen, Bucky kept feeding her cookies; helping her place her lips on the straw in the juice box. 

After the movie was over, Bucky found her yawning and rubbing a fist at her eye. Her snack along with her approaching nap time had her eyes drooping.

"You getting sleepy, sweet pea?" Bucky asked and she nodded tiredly.

"Do you wanna take your nap here?" He turned her back in his arms so her chest was on top of his.

"Yes, dada, please." She cuddled up to him, her nose nuzzling his collarbones.

"Alright, baby, get some rest." Bucky's big hands rubbed up and down her back, settling on her shoulders and patting her gently.

"You know daddy,"

"Hmm, baby?" He kissed her hairline.

"When I see ladybug again tomorrow, I'm 'onna tell her my daddy is the bestest daddy of all daddies." Bucky laughed adoringly.

"But you haven't met all daddies." He kissed the top of her head.

"Don' care. My daddy is the bestest," she said with knowing certainty and pressed a sloppy kiss to Bucky's Adam's apple, resting one palm on his left shoulder.

Bucky let himself tear up a little now that his girl's eyes were closed before kissing her forehead, "god, I would die for you."

[neon-junkie]

For when requests are back open- first kiss w Micah?

HEY. sorry this request took so long!! I couldn’t think of the perfect situation, and then @oatcakebabie suggested this, so kudos to her for this game >:3

Reader is gender neutral!!!

This is such a childish game to be playing, so silly, not the game you'd expect a bunch of fully grown, bloodthirsty, fearless outlaws to be partaking in. But here you are, watching as Sean spins the bottle yet again, eager as always, and pulls a face of disgust as it lands on a gang member who isn't exactly partaking.

"I ain't kissing Cain!" Sean grunts, and reaches out to spin the bottle again.

"Ah, you gotta!" Mary-Beth jumps in, snatching the bottle away before Sean can reach it.

"What? why? he's a dog, and dogs can't play this game!"

"Where does it say that, huh?" Karen butts in, chuckling at the sight of Sean attempting to climb out of the hole he's dug.

"I ain't got a rule book on me-"

"-so you can't prove that dogs can't play?" Mary-Beth butts in, giggling along with Karen.

Sean doesn't reply, he huffs and puffs, turning to face Cain with a frown on his face. "C'mon then, you mutt," Sean sighs as he leans in. He scrunches his face up, shutting his eyes, and before he can even pucker his lips to give Cain a kiss, Cain has already begun licking his face, wagging his tail as he jumps into Sean's lap.

There's laughter around the campfire, yourself and the others watching through teary eyes as Sean manages to push Cain off him, urging for Cain to calm himself down. Within time, Cain does, but snuggles down on Sean's lap, making sure the camp knows that he's now got eyes for Sean.

"Lovely, just lovely!" Sean comments as he wipes his face with his sleeve, wiping off all the slobber he can. Sean doesn't bother sorting out the mess that he's now in, his clothes more creased than ever, and his hair is a scruffy mess, instead reaching out to take the bottle and push it in your direction.

"Go on then, your go," Sean urges, resting his hands atop of Cain. He gives him a small fuss, muttering under his breath about what a pain Cain can be.

"Oh, alright," you sigh. The game hasn't been too unfair on you so far; you were tasked to kiss Javier, who happily accepted, and Charles, who isn't playing but allowed you to place a kiss on his cheek. At least you haven't had to kiss any dogs, or Uncle, who keeps attempting to butt-in in an attempt of getting some affection. Poor man!

You place the bottle on its side in the centre of everybody, and give it a spin, watching nervously as it eventually lands on someone... There's a small gap between two of your fellow camp members, pointing at somebody who insisted that he definitely isn't playing.

For whatever reason, Sean had asked if Micah wanted to play, seeing as he's sitting nearby, to which Micah replied "I ain't a child." Sean had pushed and said that he's only rejecting because he knows nobody will kiss him, and Micah grumbled "if that's what helps you sleep at night," before moving a few seats away. He's sat in one of the tents, whittling a piece of wood into a spike (maybe to stab Sean with?) and probably eavesdropping into your group conversation, even though you're all talking rather loud.

There's a mixture of disapproving sighs as everybody looks over at Micah, who perks his head up, sensing all the eyes on him. "Oh, you might as well spin again, Micah isn't joining in," Karen comments.

"Wait, no, no!" Sean butts in, attempting to press all of Micah's buttons, "if Micah's going to sit here then he has to play, that's the rules!"

Micah raises a brow at his comment, "now, if I remember rightly, Charles also isn't playing, but he's still sat amongst y'all."

"Correction, Charles is... half-playing, he appreciates a good cheek kiss here 'n' there!" Sean corrects him, and Micah grumbles at his sassy reply.

"I ain't movin'."

"Then you're playin'."

Micah lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, shuffling up from his elbows to sit upright, one leg stretched out and the other folded. He sighs once more, and then decides to ask an important question. "Who's meant to be kissin' me?"

"Uh, me," you sheepishly reply. Micah isn't somebody that you interact with on the regular, passing comments here and there, but you've never had a proper conversation with your fellow camp member; of course, you've heard (and seen) all the red flags surrounding him, but that doesn't mean that you can't... find him attractive, right?

You'd never dare to tell anybody about your minor, secret admiration for the blonde man, nor that you've thought about him in a few ways before. You can feel your cheeks heating up at the way Micah looks at you, quietly replying "alright, if that's what you want," with a shrug.

"Y-you're alright with it?" you question, wanting to make sure you heard his reply correctly.

"That's what I just said, ain't it?" Micah rolls his eyes. Ugh, the sass, the audacity, but you only have yourself to fault for being into it - for being into him.

"Now, you ain't gotta if you don't wanna. This is Micah, we're talkin' about, eh?" Sean butts in with a laugh. You notice how everybody else nods along with his comment, and you can't help but feel sorry for Micah. Having all these people cower away from him must make him feel undesirable, and if you're to stoop to their level, then you'd be just as bad.

But God, you want this, so much so that you're shuffling over to Micah, settling beside him. His eyes are wide, but he quickly relaxes them, flashing you a cheeky grin in an attempt to cover up how surprised he is that you're actually going through with this.

Micah's enough of a gentleman to remove his hat, resting it on his lap, and then tilts his head and waits patiently, allowing you to take the lead. You nervously lick your lips before going for it, pressing your lips to his, your eyes scrunched shut. You're certain that you look uncomfortable, despite not meaning to be, it's the nerves!

Within seconds, you relax, untensing and moving your lips. To your surprise, Micah matches you, kissing you softly, his slightly chapped lips gliding over yours, his facial hair tickling your upper lip and cheeks. There's a burn in your stomach, and you're thankful that you're sat down, as your knees feel so weak that they definitely would have bucked beneath you.

This is just meant to be a kiss, a peck on the lips, maybe a few seconds longer. But Micah's now deepening the kiss, moving a hand up to cup your jawline as he nibbles on your bottom lip.Oh lord. You bite him back, earning a deep and drawn out chuckle, his lips pressed right against yours as he laughs. "Calm down," Micah mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear, "this is just meant to be a kiss," he says, and pecks you on the lips before moving away.

Micah returns to sitting back on his elbows as he places his hat back on, cockily brushing you off as if nothing happened, but you can tell from his rosy cheeks and blown pupils that he enjoyed that as much as you did. You let out a deep sigh as you shuffle back over to the others, not saying anything, unable to look at the variety of wide eyes and open mouths gawking at you.

"Right, that was weird," Sean finally speaks up, attempting to sweep some tension out of the air.

"I think it's time we all went to bed," Mary-Beth suggests, and everybody agrees, rushing to their feet and dispersing, leaving you starstruck at the campfire with Micah barely a few feet behind you.

There's silence for a few minutes, and you zone out, staring at the campfire until you hear a rustling behind you, followed by a hand gently pressed on your back, and a set of damp lips whispering huskily into your ear.

"You come and find me if you ever wanna play that game again, just me and you though, alright?" Micah suggests, chuckling as you eagerly nod in agreement.

He stands, wandering off from the campfire, heading out to the outskirts of camp - one of his favourite places to enjoy his own company in.

The offer is there, and Micah definitely won't mind if you decide to take it up right now.

[hanji-is-life]

🦊sorry to be blowing up your ask box lately! Please if you get sick of me tell me to shut up. I tell people in my real life this cause I never learned the social cues to tell when people wanna stop talking on the interwebs I have no fucking way to know! But anyway!

This milf chaser Bakugou who likes sucking on titties and bff content reminding me of a scenario Ive been thinking of for bit! Hopefully if I get a bnha blog up and running I'll write something longer for this but anyway!

So imagine your roommates with Shinsou, and also bff's. So we know this poor boy got sleep problems! He's tried everything and you've even researched things for him! Sleepy time tea? Nothing. Melatonin? Not a chance. Not like he doesn't get regular work outs that would out any non hero to bed immediately after! And yet. His sleep problems persist.

So finally you propose an idea. You came across some online thing, probably reddit that said sometimes just sucking on boobs can calm and put people to sleep! And he's your bff and you just want to help him sleep! Bff's total let their friend suck on their boobs if itll help them right!?!?!?!

Anyway, he's taken aback but man is desperate to sleep and totally doesn't have a secret crush on you So he takes you up on it

Y'all get settled in after he's had a long hero shift and it's all well and good ACCEPT! You didn't plan for how hot a bothered you'd get! So your sitting there browsing through your phone cause you like to be awake when the sun is up! And need distraction! It's not made worse by the fact you also have a crush on him!

Anyway you chose to ignore the times you notice the tent in his pants cause, he's a guy and you got your boobs out, totally normal reaction. You hope he doesn't notice the way you occasionally rub you thighs together for some relief or that one time you may have gotten yourself off while you were sure he was sleeping. He wasn't.

Sometime is is just relaxing and not sexual at all but other times? Let's just say the wet patch you left on his tshirt when he was laying between your legs while doing this didn't go unnoticed.

At some point y'all gotta a least give in and start fucking! Man love having you sit in his lap cockwarming him while he sucks your tits. And God would he die if this was enough to make you start lactating. Maybe it's the start of a breeding kink to cause he realizes how hot it'd be if you were lactating which leads to thoughts of knocking you up, seeing you big with his kids! That'd when he has to finally admit maybe he wants to be more than bff's.

lmao it’s fine!!! :))

but bff Shinsou??? I think yes please

it’s just something about really oblivious best friends who do more than friend shit way too often that I just love eating tf up!!!! this was so good bro I wanna do this with his sleepy ass every night 🥺

[bby01boi]

The Tsunami

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan‘Buck’ Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1TV)

Characters: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz, Henrietta’Hen’ Wilson, Howard‘Chimney’ Han and Bobby Nash.

Summary: The tsunami episode but my version.

Buck gasped as he broke through the surface 'a fucking tsunami' he thinks as he looks around then panic settles inside of him when he remembers there's meant to be a figure in his arms "Christopher!" He cries out while he whips his head left and right but all he can see is water.

His sides and bad leg hurt from having to keep himself up "Christopher!" Buck screams until his throat is sore "Bucky!" Buck whips his head to the left "Chris!" He calls again "Bucky!" He laughs with relief as he sees the young boy clutching onto a large wooden pole.

Buck swims towards Christopher and they hug each other tightly, Buck feels Christopher cry into his shoulder "hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere" Buck promises keeping them both afloat until he spots a fire truck and begins to swim towards it, Christopher holds on tighter "it's okay buddy, I'm just swimming to the truck so we can rest".

Eddie is a mess of guilt and panic as they pull up on the scene, he tries not to think of the worst but he can't help himself the guilt is slowly eating him up "hey, I bet they're fine" Hen says patting him on the shoulder "yeah" Eddie just nods his head "c'mon guys let's get to work!" Bobby shouts and soon they're going to their stations.

Bobby, Eddie and Chimney have been searching the water for hours, Eddie's leg is bouncing quicker and quicker with anxiety "Eddie we'll find them" Chimney tries to calm him down but it doesn't work and Eddie can't hold his emotions back anymore "but what if we don't!" Or-or what if we do and they're dead!" Eddie yells tears pooling into his eyes "it's my fault they're here" Eddie's voice cracks breaking the other two men's hearts.

"How is this your fault?" Bobby asks comforting the crumbling man, Eddie is quiet for a minute "I made Buck get out of bed and take Christopher to the peer" Eddie slumps against Bobby as the bottled up emotions are released from his body making him exhausted "there's no way you could've known the tsunami was gonna hit" Chimney reasons forcing Eddie to look into his eyes "I know but-" Eddie is interrupted by Bobby gently grabbing his face and forcing them to lock eyes "no buts, none of this is your fault and I bet Buck and Christopher will agree when we find them" Eddie nods his head and they continue their search.

"Bucky!" Buck stirs rolling over "Bucky you gotta wake up!" 'Why?' He thinks to himself or at least that's what he thought "because you promised you'd stay with me!" The young voice cries out 'I promised?' And it suddenly comes crashing back "Chris!" Buck yells as he wakes up finding himself on the fire truck "I'm right here" Christopher gently grabs Buck's face and locks their eyes "I'm right here" Christopher repeats.

Buck pulls Christopher into a hug, they continue to sit there for an hour or two, Christopher is sitting in Buck's lap, resting his head on Buck's shoulder and Buck has one arm wrapped protectively around Christopher's back and his other hand running through Christopher's hair "hey bud?" Buck whispers not wanting to disturb the silence but also not wanting to drown in it "yeah Bucky?" Christopher whispers back lifting himself so that they are face to face.

"How about we play a game so we don't die of boredom" Buck chuckles trying to lighten the mood and it seems to work since Christopher giggles "let's play I spy" Christopher demands happily causing Buck to laugh "ok, you first" Buck nods before beginning "I spy with my little eye something that is brown" Buck flips Christopher over so that the boys back is pressed against his chest, both his arms are wrapped around Christopher's stomach so he doesn't fall off.

"Is it the building?" Christopher asks pointing to the building next to them "nope" Buck replies smiling cheekily, Christopher pouts then continues his search 'Eddie is never gonna let me be near his kid again' Buck thinks to himself 'he's gonna hate me' 'I've ruined everything' 'I-' Buck's thoughts were interrupted "the fence!" Christopher yells cheerfully before frowning as he notices tears falling down his Bucky's cheeks "don't cry Bucky" Christopher wipes the tears away. Buck laughs "I'm not crying, you spat in my face when you cheered" Buck wipes the remaining tears and pretends to be grossed out making Christopher burst out laughing "by the way, it wasn't the fence" Buck chuckles at Christopher's awww.

"Eddie slow down!" Hen calls out to the man who is pushing past strangers and checking every tent he speeds past 'they have to be here' Eddie pleads in his thoughts "Eddie!" Someone grabs his shoulder causing him to whip around so fast he almost knocks Hen out "sorry" Eddie mutters tears gathering in his eyes once again "hey it's okay, just slow down" Hen speaks softly "I-I can't find them" Eddie's voice cracks as the flood gates open and he's chocking back sobs and his knees buckle luckily Hen catches him "It's okay, we'll find them, I know we will. Buck wouldn't let a fly land on Christopher" Hen smiles as Eddie chuckles remembering the day she's talking about.

They were at the firehouse Buck and Christopher were trying to take a nap on the couch but this fly wouldn't leave Christopher alone so Buck was waving his hand around like a crazy man making sure it didn't land on Christopher until eventually he smacked it with the book he was reading "good riddance" everyone heard Christopher mumble "now you can stop moving and we can go to sleep" everyone laughed at Buck's embarrassed face before Eddie's favourite boys passed out holding one another.

"We've searched here, here and here" the scene captain shouts pointing to places on the map "y'all will be given your next location in an hour get some food or sleep!" Everyone is about to disperse but stop as they hear someone yell "sir, you need to give us the boy!" A doctor is heard shouting back "no! I promised Chris I'd never leave him!" Eddie knows that voice, he knows who Chris is so be bolts towards the front of the crowd the rest of the 118 not far behind him.

"We need to check him over!" The doctor tries to reach for Christopher but Buck tightens his grip and steps back "don't touch him" Buck growls glaring at the doctor, "Buck!" Buck's whole posture perks up at the familiar voice "Eddie?!" Buck yells back searching the faces around him "Buck! Christopher!" Eddie suddenly emerges from the crowd making eye contact with Buck before they both run towards each other as they connect Buck collapses into Eddie's arms as they hug for dear life with Christopher between them.

All of them are crying tears of relief and joy that they are finally reconnected "I'm so sorry" Buck chokes out between sobs "what are you sorry for, Baby?" Eddie asks confused he should be the one apologising "I brought him here and then I lost him, Eddie, I lost him" Buck is struggling to breathe, Eddie pets Buck's hair "it's not your fault, you can't control things like this and look down you found him, he's right here baby" Eddie soothes Buck with Christopher's help "I'm right here, Bucky" Christopher grabs Buck's face like before "I can't lose you guys" Buck sobs hugging them tighter "and we can't lose you" Eddie says into Buck's ear.

After Hen and Chimney check the two over they are free to head home "you're staying here for the night" Eddie says leading Buck inside by his sleeve since Buck is still holding onto Christopher, Buck opens his mouth to protest but closes it at the look Eddie gives him "fine" Buck smiles sleepily then follows Eddie to his room "what about Chris?” Buck asks gesturing to the child in his arms "he can sleep with us" Eddie smiles and all the here all laying in Eddie's bed with Buck hugging Christopher and Eddie hugging his two boys "goodnight my babies" Eddie whispers kissing their foreheads before going to sleep himself.

[kindahoping4forever]

Camping // Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings

We received the same prompt request for both Luke and Ashton and @cal-puddies​ thought it would be a fun idea if both stories took place in the same world! Cass asked me to fill the Ash request (because she’s a true friend) while she took on the Luke prompt and then we fit them together. So to clarify - this is not a Lashton fic but essentially an Ashton story (Crystal got a bit carried away, what a surprise) with a Luke epilogue. 

Prompt: "Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes we can.”

Warnings: Fun, fluffy smut. Slight auditory voyeurism/exhibitionism. Self-indulgent amounts of witty banter with Boyfriend!Ash. Cameo by Sassy!Calum. Afterword starring Horny!Luke.

Word Count: 2,358 

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You stretch yourself across the air mattress and loudly groan. 

You and Ashton had recently discovered your shared love for camping and you were excited he was finally able to convince the rest of the guys to join you on a weekend getaway. Not to mention the fact that they'd be heading out on tour soon and you were looking forward to soaking up all the time you had left with your boyfriend before you had to share him with the world again.

The drive up was nice and the hike wasn't too strenuous but after what seemed like an endless ordeal of surveying the perfect terrain to set up camp and the actual building of your tent (because someone doesn't like to follow instruction manuals and has to figure it out himself), you were excited to relax your muscles and maybe indulge in a short nap.

"You realize we're sharing that, correct?" Ashton teases, zipping your tent shut behind him and crawling over to join you. 

"I'm pretty sure the box said 'queen,' thought that meant it was mine," you shrug, starfishing across the bed even further.

"Fair enough," he grins before climbing on the mattress and then climbing on you, draping his large frame across you to mirror your position.

You giggle and try to push his heavy body off of you, to no avail. "Noooo, you're all sweaty from putting the tent together," your complaint barely audible, muffled by his giant shoulder in your face. "You could've just asked me to move over, no suffocation necessary." You try to nip at his skin to get him to budge but he's got you pinned good and the best you can manage is briefly catching the edge of his tank top between your teeth. 

"Ask her royal highness to share? I would never," he faux gasps, laughing loudly at your struggle. "And I know you like me sweaty, baby, I saw you watching me build our palace." He lifts his face to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at you and finally allows you to push him over to your side.

"I was watching you so intently because I wanted you to hurry up so I could come in and rest," you jab at his side.

"In-TENT-ly," he honks, his giggles increasing in volume. 

Ash's glee is contagious and you find yourself laughing along with him, "You're the worst, oh my god," you wipe tears from your eyes. "I heard Mike say he and Crystal were going to go rest too, you need to keep it together."

"You think they can hear us through the tent?" He asks, still trying to regain his composure. 

"Yes we can," you hear Calum's voice coming through clear as day. "And y'all are annoying as fuck."

"You're just mad because you're still building your tent, ya slowpoke," Ash fires back, cracking himself up and the giggles start up again.

Luke's high-pitched giggle can be heard in the distance, followed by an incredulous "Fuck off, mate, you're not done either!" from Cal. 

You shake your head and playfully shove at Ash. “Fuckin troublemaker,” you tease, quieter now that you know the others can hear you.

“Yeah? I’ll show you trouble, baby,” he smirks, pecking his lips across your neck and face.

“Oh my god, you are in a mood,” you giggle quietly, pushing him away again. “You can show me as much trouble as you want after I take a nap.” You settle in against your pillow and close your eyes. 

“Deal!” He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple.

You’re stirred from sleep a short time later by the sound of your tent unzipping and open your eyes to see a wet-haired Ashton, clad only in black athletic shorts entering.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake ya,” he says apologetically.

You take in the sight of him, sitting on the edge of the mattress, toweling off his hair. He looks good and you can’t deny the sudden desire you have to feel him close to you. You clear your throat casually, “Go for a dip?”

“Oh yeah, lake was real nice,” he enthuses, tossing his towel aside. “Mattress comfy?”

You shrug coyly, “You could come see for yourself.” 

He smiles smugly and crawls up to you, “Oh, you like me again? Thought I was a troublemaker?” He lays down next to you and moves in close.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him so that he’s inches from your face. “Well, who doesn’t like a little trouble?” You nip at his bottom lip. “Love, even?” 

You pull him in, kissing him hard and he instantly deepens it. You’re happy to lay there, enjoying the sounds of nature and the feel of each other; your lazy makeout is unhurried but your shirt and shorts get lost at some point and Ash ends up laying on top of you, in between your legs. 

Ash gently rocks his hips against your clothed center, earning a low moan when you feel how hard he is for you. “Feels like you’re about as ready for me as I am for you,” you muse, rolling your hips against his to illustrate your point.

He groans quietly and reaches down to pull your panties and his shorts off as you fling your bra to the side of the mattress. You gasp as he runs his cock along your folds, even stopping to tease your clit with his tip. Just as you’re about to start whining, he pushes in and you sigh in relief.

“Were you about to tell me to just fuck you already?” He grins and kisses you as he thrusts slowly.

“If you don’t pick up the pace, I still might,” you smirk, biting his lip.

Smiling, he shakes his head at you, lifts your leg up to hook around his waist and swats your ass while he’s at it. He begins pounding into you and taunts, “This better?”

You, of course, are unable to answer with anything but heavy breathing, which only encourages him to fuck you even harder. 

For the next few minutes, the air is still except for the sounds of skin slapping against skin and birds chirping in the distance. You’re digging your nails into Ash’s back and are about to slide a hand down to your clit to speed up your orgasm when a loud clanging and a grumbled “Fuckin hell” shatters the silence.

Ash stills his movements and you both stare at each other. “The fuck was that?” You mouth at your boyfriend, who is buried deep inside you.

“It’s gotta be Cal,” he whispers. “His tent still wasn't up when I got back from the lake.” He stifles a giggle.

“You knew he was out there and you still let me come on to you?” You reach to pinch his arm and accidentally moan at the way your movement drags his cock inside you. 

He snorts as you glare at him. "No one was around when I came in here," he protests softly. "Besides, baby, you were pretty determined to get a piece of me…"

A loud metal THWACK followed by more muttered profanities interrupts Ashton's teasing. Your eyes widen as you hear both Michael and Luke come out of their tents to offer Cal their assistance.

Ash knows better than to laugh at this point but you can see the delight on his face and you have to admit the situation is pretty ridiculous. You clench around his cock just enough to get him to close his eyes from the sensation. 

“You’re balls deep inside of me with all your friends less than 50 feet away and you want to make jokes?” You try to purse your lips in a pout but it ends up more of a smile.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks you sincerely.

You listen to the rustling and light conversation of the guys working outside; they sound fairly preoccupied with what they’re doing. You look up into Ash’s eyes, a beautiful hazel pool currently filled with equal concern and amusement. You think about his hard cock nestled inside you and how close you were to cumming around it. You honestly still feel pretty close. You couldn’t… could you? 

You rotate your hips slowly, causing you both to exhale deeply. Ash raises his eyebrows to you, silently asking for permission and you offer him a passionate kiss in response. He gently begins rocking into you, careful not to move too vigorously, trying to minimize sound. You reach down and start working your clit; you bite your lip to keep from moaning at how instantly good it feels.

It's not long before his pace starts increasing and you can tell he’s nearing his end. “You gonna cum for me, troublemaker?” You can’t help but ask in a hushed tone.

A strangled moan leaves Ash’s throat as he buries his face in your neck and spills into you; hearing him lose control like that sets you off as well and you pant heavily as your orgasm washes over you.

He stays laid on top of you for a few moments as you both catch your breath as quietly as you can. Eventually he kisses you softly, pulls out and grabs his discarded towel from earlier to clean you both up. 

“I can’t believe you still wanted to finish with everyone right there,” he quietly teases. “Do you have a secret exhibitionist kink we’ve yet to explore or are you just that crazy about me?”

“Or maybe you’re just being exhausting and I didn’t know how I was going to get through the rest of the day without releasing some tension?” You taunt with a smirk, sitting up to pull your clothes back on.

He pulls his shorts on and moves to the corner of the tent to dig a clean shirt out of his backpack, pouting at your joke. You crawl up behind him and press light kisses to the tattoo on his neck until he giggles and swats you away.

You unzip the tent and peek your head out. “Coast looks clear,” you shrug, stepping out. “Cal’s tent is done though,” you comment.

“Fuckin finally!” Ash exclaims and pinches your ass as he exits the tent. “Took all goddamn day to finish.”

“Alright, troublemaker, that’s enough.” Cal’s voice appears behind you and you both whip your heads to see him walking behind your tent with an armful of firewood. “Never realized you got so excited about finishing.”

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Luke spent his day getting handsy after getting the tent set up. Which was fine, because you aren’t sure how Ash talked everyone into a camping trip anyways. But he did and you’re here. (You think Luke must have used some alternative actions to get you to agree to it.) 

He’s been especially handsy since he and Mike helped Calum build his tent and they overheard Ash and his girl having sex. Apparently that was exciting for Luke. 

You’re sitting in front of the fire, wrapped in one of Luke’s hoodies. It was a little after 11 and Michael and Crystal had already gone to bed.

Luke leans over, “Hey, wanna go down the lake?” He asks.

“Sure, baby,” you agree, grabbing his hand. He takes a couple drinks from the cooler and when you stop by the tent to get a blanket, he digs in his bag for a minute, retrieving a condom and a flashlight. 

You give him a questioning look but he waits until you get a little ways down the path to respond. “I think it’s already been proven you can hear what’s going on in the tents,” he laughs. 

“I see. So you think I’m gonna fuck you out in the open?” You laugh. 

“A man can hope,” he smirks. 

He hands you the flashlight and lays out the blanket, laying down and holding his arm out for you to lay down with him. “I like when we get to do this,” you murmur, resting your head on his chest. 

“Me too,” he kisses the top of your head and you look up at him for a kiss. It quickly turns into a make out session, and you realize pretty quickly that he wants it to go further. 

He reaches down and grabs your ass, pulling you on top of him. “You want me to ride you in the middle of the forest,” you chuckle. 

“You don’t have to ride me but I didn’t bring you to the middle of nowhere to not get laid,” he smirks. 

You laugh and shake your head, “I hate you.” 

“And that’s why your hand is on my dick right now?” He chuckles. 

“You know I like it when you’re hard for me,” you shrug. 

“I know you like it when I’m hard in you,” he laughs. 

“Yeah, I do like that,” you nod, smiling. 

“Sooo… middle of nowhere, under the stars?” He asks. 

“Yeah… but I gotta leave the hoodie on, it’s cold.” 

You lean up and start kissing him. Luke quickly takes your shorts off and pulls his down. He pulls you on top of him and you roll the condom on and guide him in. “Quick and dirty, the way I like it,” you laugh, starting a rhythm. 

“A little too literal,” he cracks. 

And then it goes quiet. He focuses on touching you and then it’s just moans.

“Fuck, Luke,” you moan and he can tell you’re getting close. 

“That’s it, baby… wanna feel you squeeze around me,” he encourages, bucking his hips up to give you more friction. 

You fall forward, pushing your hands against his chest. “Wanna cum for you,” you pant. 

Your ears perk up as you hear what you think are footsteps. You stop immediately. “Did you hear that?” You ask, eyes going wide. 

“No, baby, I didn’t. C’mon.” He swats your ass. 

“Luke, what if it’s a bear?!” You whisper yell. 

“It’s not a fucking bear! Just cum so I can go the fuck to bed!” Cal yells. “Y’all act like you’re the quietest fuckers on earth,” he groans.

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summertime sadness .4.

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Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: You settle into your new job but can’t get too comfortable.

Note: Okey, dokey. Here’s the fun part (for me at least). Still tryna figure out how exactly this one will pan out by part 6 but we’re all having a ride together, eh. Thanks everyone for their support and I love you all! 💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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It had only been a few weeks since your last visit to the university but it felt longer as you walked onto campus. Just as planned, you were due to meet Bucky in his office. He texted you as you rode the subway. He was eager to start his ‘marking’. You smirked and wondered how long he’d last at that.

You entered the English Building, the elevator back in service and empty. Not many instructors were in their offices on a Saturday and most students were hungover or readying for another party. You knocked on Bucky’s door before you entered. He had a stack of essays on his desk as he sat behind them listlessly.

“Finally,” He said.

“I slept in.” You replied. “For the first time in a week.”

“Then you’ll have lots of energy,” He reached below his desk, the sound of his zipper discernible beneath it. “I’ve got about forty papers here.”

“Forty? And how many do you think you’ll get to?”

“Knowing that mouth, maybe one.” He snickered. “Come on, baby, I’m rock hard over here.”

He rolled his chair back as you neared and set your purse down behind his desk. He slapped your ass and you got to your knees. You grinned up at him as you ducked under his desk and gripped his thighs as he pushed closer. You pulled down his briefs and his cock sprung out. He groaned and grabbed his pen.

“Fuck,” He swore under his breath. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this, baby.”

“You’ve got marking to do,” You reprimanded and stroked him. “Now get to work.”

You stretched your lips over his tip and he groaned. He slid closer and you could hear the clumsy scratching of his pen on paper. As he reached the back of your throat, his leg twitched. You pushed past your gag reflex and he nearly choked. You pulled back and felt the shiver in him.

“Mmm,” He hummed and flipped a page. “Just like that.”

The sloppy sounds of your mouth added to the flutter above, the scribbles of ink. You bobbed your head steadily, every now and then forcing him to your limit and holding him there. And then you stopped as a knock came at the door. You both froze.

“Shit,” He pushed himself against the desk entirely and trapped you underneath it. The front shielded you from view on the other side. “Keep going.”

“Buck---”

“Slowly, quietly.” He grabbed his dick and slapped it against your lips. “Now.” He cleared his throat and shoved your head down as he glided into your mouth again. “Come in.” He called and the door opened.

Your eyes widened as he pulled his hand away. You carefully dragged your tongue along his length.

“Hey,” He greeted in a smooth tone. “Tanya.”

“Sorry to disturb,” His visitor replied. “I was just grabbing some stuff from my office and I just remembered I still had this.”

A thump sounded on the top of the desk as you slobbered down his cock.

“Thanks,” He said and squeezed his legs around you. “I almost forgot myself if I’m being honest.”

“I owe you one,” She said. You recognized her voice. She taught the other section of journalism, though you had her for a social movements class in your first year. “Maybe a drink. I could hang around til you finish with those.”

“Ah, you know, I wish I could,” He lamented. “But I promised a buddy I’d swing around to watch the game.”

You kept from gagging and held your breath, afraid to give yourself away.

“You don’t seem like the sports type,” She countered.

“Not really but a few beers and I am,” He dismissed her easily.

“You sure you’re not avoiding me?” Her toe tapped impatiently just on the other side of the desk.

“Avoiding you?” He chuckled. A slight quaver in his voice as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Why would I be doing that?”

“Well… Ever since our little… you know…” She hesitated to say it aloud.

“I thought we agreed that it was just a little fun.” He said and you stopped suddenly. He nudged you with his toe and you wrapped your lips around him once more. “A drunken bit of fun.”

“Hmmm…” She sounded disappointed. “You free tomorrow?”

“Sorry, maybe next weekend,” He said. “But I really gotta finish here.”

“Okay, okay,” She accepted with a trill. “We’ll sort out a time then.”

“Sure,” He confirmed unconvincingly. “Next weekend. See ya.”

“Bye,” Her voice was cheerier as her heels clicked back across the floor and the door opened and closed once more.

You tried to pull away but he caught your head and held you down as he emptied himself down your throat. You choked and smacked at his thigh as he cupped his sac with his other hand. He left your mouth salty and sore as he slipped out and rolled back with a sigh.

You spit his cum into your hand and crawled out from under the desk. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, I had to-- fuck, I almost came with her right there.” He grabbed a tissue and handed it to you.

“You could’ve warned me,” You wiped your hand off with a grimace. “What was that anyway? Did you fuck her?”

“Why? You jealous?” He cleaned himself up and zipped up his pants.

“No,” You rolled your eyes. “But I did just suck you off within two feet of her as she obviously wanted to do the same.”

He laughed and pushed his shoulders back. “It was months ago. Before… us. There was a conference, there was wine, and I regret it.” He sighed. “And she looks back on it fondly but… lots of teeth and she was stiff as a fucking board.”

“Wow,” You said dryly and wiped your mouth. “You know, I’m barely surprised.”

“This… thing between you and I, it’s not--”

“It’s just a bit of fun. Trust me, I get it. I haven’t got time for anything but.” You tossed the kleenex in the small bin beside his desk. “Right? That’s what it is?”

“So much fun,” He assured you. “You wanna hang around till I’m finished?”

“Thought you already were,” You jibed. His brow furrowed and you grinned. “Sure,” You pulled up a chair. “I got nothing better to do.”

“Well, don’t sound so excited,” He said. “Besides, I might need some more help sooner than later.”

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You scribbled along the margin of your agenda and dropped the pen. The keys clacked beneath your fingers as you typed up a manic sentence. Your screen glowed back at you as the seconds ticked by with each letter. So enthralled by your task that the speck in your peripheral gave you a start.

You leaned back and turned your chair to face the man watching you. Loki’s lithe fingers swept up your golden pen and he admired the engraved letters beneath the fluorescent light. You watched him nervously as you pushed yourself away from your keyboard.

“Mr. Laufeyson.” You greeted him meekly. “I am just finishing the blurb you wanted.”

“Hard at work, as always,” He mused as he carefully set the pen back on your desk. “A beautiful pen…”

“A gift,” You smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I hate to interrupt you so I will let you finished,” His fingers brushed along your desk and he leaned on it as he casually cross his right leg in front of the other. “But when you have, I would like a moment in my office before you leave for the day.”

“Of course,” You affirmed. “It shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”

“As you will,” He stood straight and smoothed his jacket and buttoned it. “Then you are free to enjoy your weekend.”

“Okay,” You nodded and he turned away. 

You watched him go, his strides long but lingering as he retreated to his office. The usual crowd had thinned out and Stacey was readying for her own departure. You spun back to your computer and resumed your work. Your second week down and not a stumble yet. You dared to be proud of yourself. Even, to be happy.

Another weekend ahead of you and you weren’t entirely excited. You liked being in the office; liked working with the other journalists, writers, and editors. Enjoyed your chance to shadow one of the most powerful men in New York publishing. And he had achieved it all at such a young age. You could only hope to achieve as much in the next fifteen years. 

It was more than a bullet point for your resume, it was your own paradise.

So you finished up your blurb and attached it to an email. You logged out and packed up your agenda and pen beside your laptop. You pushed your chair in as you hooked your bag over your shoulder and trod tentatively to Loki’s office. You knocked on the open door and he looked away from his screen.

“Ah, there you are,” He beckoned you in with a wave. “Close the door behind you, please.”

You glanced back into the main office and did as he said. You stepped inside and sat across from him, your bag set down against the leg of the chair. His green eyes focused on you and he tilted his head as he absently traced his fingers over his phone. You fidgeted as you struggled not to shy away.

“I just wanted to check in,” He said. “And I was recently reviewing your references.”

“My references?” You wondered.

“Mmm,” He hummed. “Your professors speak highly of you. One of the reasons I even considered a second year, let alone one who had so suddenly changed majors, was a certain word on your behalf.”

“Okay?” You were confused and gripped the arms of the chair as you blinked at him dumbly.

“James Barnes has earned his tenure at the university and on occasion, he has written pieces for my own magazine. A respectable writer, admirable in his work both in teaching and otherwise. And when he proposed this workshop, the tours, I thought it was a charming idea. He proved me right so I had no doubt when he spoke to me of you.”

You gulped but said nothing. Your stomach churned and you brought your hands together and wrung them.

“You see,” He lifted his phone and blindly unlocked it. “You have lived up to his reference and your work is commendable…” He smirked as he flicked a finger across the screen. “But I still questions the veracity of his endorsement as I find his integrity has come into doubt.”

He set his phone down and slid it across the desk. He nodded for you to pick it up. You slid forward on your chair and took it. Your lips parted in horror as you stared at the screen. It was you and Bucky in the bookshop, your lips locked and his arms wrapped around you. You looked up, mortified, as the phone shook in your grasp.

“I…” The breath went out of you and you put the phone back on the desk before it could fall. “How did you--”

“It’s a quaint little shop.” He purred. “I venture in every now and then.”

You chewed your lip as your cheeks burned.

“You do realize that this could be… damaging. To you more than him.” He stood slowly and came around the desk to stand before you. “He has tenure, he is established. You, my dear, you’re barely getting started.”

You gaped up at him. The pet name unsettled you and you wiped your sweaty hands on your thighs.

“And aside from the ethical dilemma, I do wonder what a girl your age sees in a man his age. Especially when your work speak so boldly on its own.”

You shook your head, speechless.

“Surely there are boys your own age who would be delighted to offer you… companionship.”

“I never… I would never use him like that.” You insisted. “It’s all… my work. My own work.”

“Oh, I know it, dear,” He said as his lips curled. “But to risk that work on him? On an affair better fit to a dime store erotica?”

“Are you-- Are you going to report him? Me?” You asked. “Am I fired?”

“Well,” He leaned on the desk, his long fingers gripped it’s edge as he leered down at you. “That depends on you, my dear.”

“Me?” You squeaked.

“Oh yes, this is a very powerful secret, don’t you think?” He slithered. “And in our business, well, it would sell.”

“What do you want?” You asked.

He pushed himself away from the desk and reached to tickle your cheek. His fingers crawled along your chin and he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I haven’t yet made up my mind,” He bent so that his face was only inches from yours. “But when I do, my dear, you will appease me, won’t you?”

You shuddered but didn’t pull away. You were too frightened. A lock of his dark hair fell forward as his pale skin shone sinister in the lamp light. His green eyes bore into yours and you wanted desperately too look away.

“Y-yes,” You stammered weakly. “I--I will.”

“Very good,” He drew away slowly. “Now, darling, go enjoy your weekend.” He scooped up his phone and tucked it in his pocket. “And give the professor my regards.”

[chaotic-mom-friend]

Stardew Fic for Shane (aka babey). Hope y'all enjoy.

You've been living here in Pelican Town for roughly a year now. Long enough for people to know you're just a little bit strange, yet endearingly so. You're the first to get to the bottom of the mines, talk with the mysterious beings of the town, and even rebuilt the community center. With the help of the Jumino spirits, of course.

But by far, the strangest choice you've made was falling for the grumpy, moody drunk who first showed his affections for you by cramming a whole-ass pizza into your mailbox. All the same, you saw something in him. You saw the hurting inner child who just needed to know he didn't need to be ashamed, that there were people who loved and supported him. He still had some trouble opening up, but slowly, you were helping him learn to feel safe. True, the other residents could never understand your ultimate choice, but they could appreciate it. After all, Shane did seem much happier with you. He even quit drinking, and every other week went into the city to talk to a therapist. Things were going well...

But the day you find him asleep on the bathroom floor, the thick stench of vomit hanging in the air, a familiar fear creeps into your stomach... Your mind flashes back to finding him on a cliff, drinking away his inhibitions, trying to work up the nerve to jump. Had he fallen off the wagon? He was doing so well... You start practicing in your head what to say to him. Relay that you aren't angry, that you still love him. That you're just disappointed, because you know he can do better.

However, you're both relieved and confused when you come closer, and the smell of alcohol doesn't seem to be anywhere on him. Okay, so he's not drunk... You reach up and feel his cheek with the back of your hand. Oh... Now it makes sense. His skin is clammy and sweaty. You can hear his teeth chatter as his stomach squelches and roils. Shane was doing better (quitting that awful job at Joja and coming to live with you helped), but he was still learning how to take care of himself. You didn't put it past him to eat something bad and give himself a case of terrible indigestion in the process. 

Your warm touch brings him around. He opens his bleary eyes with a moan, a few lingering tears sliding off of his cheek. "Unngh... Babe?" 

A sigh of relief escapes you. At least he's somewhat aware. "I'm here, Shane..." Your hand moves from his forehead to cup his stubbled cheek. "How long have you been here?"

"Don't know," he admits, shuddering as another noisy gas bubble churns its way through his system when you help him sit up. "Just woke up, maybe an hour ago? Came in here, and I-" He was cut off by a small, strained burp, covering his mouth with a fist. You brace yourself for action, but thankfully, it seems to be just a burp. "Ahhh... Sorry." He blushed. "M-my belly's not really happy with me right now..." 

"Let's get you into bed, ok?" You figure he'll be more comfortable there. Pulling his arm over your shoulder, you make sure to move slowly as you stand him up. 

As you make it from the bathroom, his hand comes up to absently rub his bloated tummy to try and ease whatever's going on in there. His brow pinched as another squealing gurgle pushed his intestines around. "O-oh, Yoba..." 

"I know, babe. I know it hurts..." You pause a moment, letting him regain his composure. When he nods, you take baby steps with him down the hall. Making it to the bedroom without incident, you help him stagger to the bed. It breaks your heart the way he curls up on his side, arms around his noisy gut. His shirt is tight around his bloated middle, still churning with whatever wants out. "I'll be back, okay? I'm just gonna grab a few things."

He nodded, though you're not sure if he really heard you. Not that you could be upset with him for it; he was probably focused more on the immense pain in his belly. 

You come back up with a bucket, along with a clean rag, a few bottles of water, and some mint candies. You remember Carol telling you that mint helps a bad tummy. Tentatively, you sit beside him and rub your knuckles against his scratchy cheek again. "You awake?"

"Can't sleep with a demon inside me," he half-jokes.

"Aww, sweet potato... Can I help?"

At your question, he blushes a little. His voice is barely above a mumble. "C-could you... Maybe you could just rub my belly...?" He avoids your line of sight for it.

You smile sympathetically. "Of course. C'mere." Positioning yourself against the headboard, you encourage him to sit up and lay against your shoulder. Rubbing your hands together to warm them up, you lift his shirt a bit and tenderly press your fingertips into his angry tummy. He closes his eyes with a contented sigh, letting his head fall back. One hand works the front of his achy belly, while the other rubs the side in up and down motions. Another gurgle stirs around in his digestive system, telling you that something is moving. Another burp escapes him before he can stifle it, though he at least manages to turn away from you. "S'cuse me," he mutters, still embarrassed, but looking a little more relieved at the room it made for his stomach.

You can still feel his intestines shifting around, quite noisy as they did. "Can you remember what you ate?"

"Urm..." He turns away again and burps into his fist. "Oysters. They... They tasted a little off, I think. But I was so hungry..." 

Food poisoning. Somehow, you're not surprised... But if it gets worse, you resolve to take him to Harvey.

He lets out another little belch, this one airy and choked off. 

"Shane?" You pause your ministrations, watching the color drain from his face.

"I d-don't feel so good," he stammered out, voice thick with nausea. 

You act fast, swiping up the bucket from the side of the bed. Switching your positions, you bring him to his knees and help him lean over the plastic container. You're long since used to this from his mornings of hangovers in the past. You just hope it doesn't hurt him as badly.

He keeps a white-knuckle grip on the sides of the basin, his stomach cramping and gurgling. "Ohhhh..."

"I know, cupcake," you soothe, bracing his forehead to help him stay steady. When he takes in a shaky breath, you know it's coming. His breath hitches at the end and he gags hard, belching up a torrent of sick. Violent splashes hit the bottom of the bucket as his stomach puts in overtime to get it out. This is much worse than when he'd get sick from drinking. At least then, he'd just puke and get it over with, likely feel better after. Here, you could already see him gearing up for round two, shaking and sweating all over. 

"It hurts...!"

"I know it does, baby, I know..." You keep his bangs out of the splash zone as another wave of bile joins the rest of the mess in the bucket, your free hand steadying the container. "Oh honey, I know that's gotta hurt... Just get that nastiness out." The third heave isn't as hard, but maybe it's because he's getting tired. You feel an ache in your chest as he's only able to let out a pitiful whine, before getting sick a fourth and fifth time. "I know, pumpkin. I know... Just get it up. That's it, good job... Good job."

"Guh..." He finally gets a moment to breathe, keeping his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see the mess. His tongue felt like it was coated in fuzz. "I think... I think I'm finished." He spit into the bucket one final time.

You set it aside for now, taking one of the bottles of water to give him a few sips. "Slowly. Just to get the taste out." 

He nodded, doing as instructed. He didn't feel so confident about putting anything in his system just yet, but he wanted that acrid sensation off of his tongue... 

With that out of the way, you work on cleaning his face off. With the same water bottle, you dampen the clean rag and gently wipe it over his face. You wince as you realize that somehow, he'd managed to get it in his eyebrows. Once he was cleaned up, you reward him with a kiss to the cheek. "My poor baby..."

He leaned into you, taking slow, deep breaths. He looks ready to fall asleep. Or pass out. Whichever one brings him some kind of comfort...

Once you're sure his stomach has settled for now, you stand up and take the sick bucket. "Ok. I'm gonna rinse this out. I'll be right back."

He nods absently, indicating that he at least got the gist of what you were telling him. You head back down the hall, dumping out and flushing the mess in the toilet, then rinsing the residue out in the tub.

Unfortunately, Shane's stomach can't keep it in for long. You're in the middle of disinfecting the bucket, when he staggers in, sweat pouring down his face. You look back, alarmed at the sight. One hand grips the sink, the other arm around his gurgling, cramping belly. "Shane?"

"Babe, you gotta move." His voice is strained as another cramp rips through. His knees buckle. 

"Shane, what's wrong?"

"I don't-" his knees buckle together, both arms wrapped around his tummy. "I really can't hold it...! Please, I don't want you to see this!" His voice is filled with panic, and he goes absolutely stiff.

You get the message. You manage to slip past him, letting him quickly shuffle to the toilet as you close the door behind him, just as he's able to pull his pants off. At least one less thing for him to worry about... You wait outside to make sure he doesn't pass out on the toilet. A few seconds pass before you hear him groan in pain, just as what sounds like a bucket of water dumped into the toilet. Worried, you knock. "Shane? You okay in there?"

Another bout of diarrhea violently exits his rear. You can tell he's crying by how he sounds when he speaks. "It feels like my insides are falling out of me..."

"I know, baby... Do you want me to co-"

"No, please don't..." Another choked sob leaves him. "I'm sorry, I... I don't want you to have to see me this way..."

"I don't care about that! I just want to help you feel better. I don't want you to hurt anymore..."

Silence met you from the other side, causing your chest to seize with fear. 

"Shane?"

A few more seconds pass, before you hear the toilet flush. The water in the sink runs for a moment for him to wash his hands, before the door knob turns. He's an absolute wreck when you see him. He's pale as a baby sheep, drenched in sweat, deep violet bangs clinging wetly to his forehead.

"Oh, Shane..." You open your arms to hold him, letting him tumble into your arms. He sniffles, frustrated and exhausted as you stroke his sweaty hair. 

"It hurts so bad," he whispers hoarsley into your shoulder.

This was the first time you'd ever seen him so vulnerable. Honestly, it scares you just a little. "I know it does..." You gently guide him back to bed, bringing him to lay on his side. It's easier for his achy belly and his sore backside in this position. You lay down behind him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "I'm gonna be right here with you, okay?"

He nodded, too exhausted to be embarrassed anymore. He's glad to have you here. Just the thought of being sick and alone like this scares him. He hoped you knew that without telling you. He could barely form a sentence for the moment. He can barely keep his eyes open.

Seeing this, you drag the blanket over him and up to his shoulders, kissing him again on the back of his head. "I'll be right here, muffin... Just get some sleep."

He nodded again, wincing at the residual cramps that still bubbled up from time to time. Taking your hand, he brought it back to his belly. "Please rub," he croaked. You gladly oblige, tenderly pressing your fingertips into his abused intestines. You're sure to be gentle, trying to help him fall asleep. Now and again, his breath hitches as another cramp hits. Thankfully, you feel his breath even out instead of reaching for the bucket. 

But when he wakes up an hour later, you find yourself helping him back to the toilet. It's going to be a long night...

[scribbling-stiks]

AAR - XX - It’s Cold Outside

"What?" America asks, a little confused.

"I mean, I get you were freaking out, but uh, why were you attacking Russia?" Wyoming elaborates.

America tenses. Russia takes America's hands and gently squeezes them. America sighs and leans back.

"It...I saw agents run in and... I saw them kill everyone but me," America mutters, his voice cracking. Russia hugs him tight. America swallows and tucks his cheek against his chest.

"And I saw one of the people that killed you standing in front of me," America says quietly, facing Arizona, "but it wasn't... it wasn't an agent. Is it like instead of seeing Russia, I saw the person who killed my family."

"What stopped you?" Wyoming asks, his voice low.

"Well, I could hear Russia, but I didn't believe it until after I slashed at him," America admits, guilt filling his tone.

"It's okay," Russia whispers.

"I should've listened," America mutters, squeezing his eye shut and biting his lip.

"It's okay."

'I love you.' The thought is loud in Russia's mind, but he doesn't dare say it.

"I'm here," Russia reminds him.

"I know."

"Hey, Dad! Look!" Philippines calls, pointing out the open curtains.

"What?" America asks curiously.

"It's snowing!" Philippines exclaims.  

"I was just outside," New Hampshire says, "it was too warm."

"Not anymore. Look!" Alabama cheers.

"Aw man, I can't drive in that," California complains.

"Me neither," Texas agrees begrudgingly.

"I can," Russia says.

"You're still hurt," America protests.

"We can't stay here," Russia says, "and I can drive in the snow."  

"I can too," New Hampshire says, "and these southerners are helpless in the cold."

"Can't argue with that," Mississippi says with a shrug.

"Coco did mention something about random snow," New Mexico says.

"I thought he was lying," Texas mumbles, looking outside.

"It's snowing pretty hard. Do we have anything to clean it off of the cars?"

"I think we shoved a brush into the trunk."

The states continue to talk with each other, and Russia tunes them out. He focuses on America, who snuggles up against him. He looks down, curious. America meets his eyes. America smirks and cuddles tighter.

"What?" America says, "I gotta keep you warm somehow."

Russia smiles and pulls him up to his chest.

'He's so sunny. So warm.'

"How's your chest doing?" America asks, tracing the bandages.

"It is fine. You have helped much," Russia says.

America pulls away from Russia a little and sits up. America straddles Russia's legs and stares at Russia for a moment before pulling up Russia's shirt. Russia yelps and tries to pull it back down.

"Hey, I just wanna see how you're doing," America says calmly, "lemme see the bandages."

Russia raises his arms and tries to ignore the heat in his cheeks. America traces his fingers around and tenderly unwraps the bandages. They fall away and America brushes his fingertips over the forming scar. Russia shivers.

America sighs. Russia glances down, and his heart drops.

America's face had dropped to a guilty, heart-wrenching look. One of his hands pulls back and begins rubbing circles on his chest with his fist.

'What does that mean?'

'He's sad. I don't want him to be sad.'

Russia's eyes trail up to America's face and notice him mouthing something. It takes a few moments to recognize the words as numerous apologies.

Russia gently tugs the cloth away from America's hands and back down over his stomach. He pulls America's hands to his chest and captures his mouth in a gentle, careful kiss. He had to be mindful of his bandages, of course, but he wanted to snap America out of his regret-filled state.

Russia pulls away a moment later and smiles gently. America stares back, his mouth agape.

"It's okay," Russia whispers, "we are okay."

"But-"

"No. Everything is fine," Russia insists, swallowing back the guilt creeping up his throat.

America whines.

"This is not your fault. You were tricked. The states said it themselves." Russia says, cupping America's face and pressing their foreheads together, ignoring the pulling sensation from his torso.

He shoves the negative feelings deeper into his chest.

"But-"

"No."

America just frowns. Russia sighs and closes his eyes for a moment. He nuzzles America and pulls away.

"How is your eye?" Russia asks.

"It stings," America admits, "but I think I'll be fine."

Russia hums and delicately pulls America into a hug.

"I'm sorry," America says quietly into his shoulder, "I know you're saying you're fine, but I'm sorry."

"I forgive you," Russia mutters back, "*everything is okay.*"

America hums and shifts a little to lie his chest against Russia. Russia holds him tight and a light blue glow surrounds the two. Russia stares at the blue glow with amazement. The magic feels lighter somehow, Russia notes, it feels happier. Russia smiles.

'At least you're feeling better.'

The pulling in his torso gets a bit tighter before disappearing, and his face begins to stitch itself back together. He winces in discomfort but doesn't mention it. America tentatively wraps his arms around Russia.

"Just tell me if I'm making you... if I hurt you," America mumbles.

Russia nods. America wraps his arms a little tighter, tucking his chin into Russia's shoulder.

Once America settles in Russia's lap and the teens stop freaking out about the snow falling outside, Russia picks up the documents again and skims through it, propping the papers on America's back. America traces circles on Russia's chest, swirling around the fabric.

"Hey, Mr. Russia?" Mississippi says.

Russia looks up with a hum.

"Can we have some snacks?"

"Yes. Do not make a mess," Russia replies.

The states cheer and Texas and Philippines help hand out bags of chips around the kids. They hop onto nearby cots and munch away, dusting crumbs off paperwork and blankets as they work.

Russia scans through the packet again and stops at some strange wording. He goes back and rereads it.

"If he/she has magic potential, he/she will be put in SECTOR - A. He/she will funnel al magic potential to generals of SECTOR - G. If he/she refuses, he/she will be put in a TR," it says.

"Stars?" Russia says quietly.

"Yeah?" America whispers.

"Can you channel magic?"

"What do you mean?" America asks, propping himself up.

"Look," Russia says, handing the papers down to him.

"What?"

"Here," Russia says, pointing to the line.

America scans the page and his eyebrows rose.

"Huh," America mumbles.

"What do you think?"

"I have a hunch," America mutters, "hand me the phone?"

America reaches out with grabby hands and Russia retrieves it with a smile. America types a phone number and puts the phone up to his face.

"Hi Mass, I just wanted to ask a few questions. Do you still have your books?" America asks.

"Okay, but you can still read most of it?..... Okay. So I want you to start looking into magic channeling...... Yeah, through personal sources...... Okay kiddo, I'll leave you to find it..... Call me back when you find something, okay?... Love you too. Bye."

America hangs up and drapes his arms over Russia's shoulders and onto the pillows behind him. America drops the phone and Russia grabs it. He hands it off to Kentucky so the state could continue taking pictures.

"What do you think 'TR' stands for?" Russia asks.

"I'm not sure," America replies reluctantly.

"Ooh! Can I help?" Alabama volunteers.

"Okay. We have an acronym on here we're trying to figure out. 'TR'."

"Well, what's it from?" Alabama asks.

"Something something, if someone doesn't listen, they will be sent to a TR," America replies.

"Well, y'all mentioned a training room, right? Could that be what they're talking about?"

Russia's eyes widen and his mouth falls open. America stiffens. Noticing the discomfort, Russia tightens his hold and briefly presses his lips into America's hair. America leans back into him.

"It could be," Russia mumbles, "it would make sense."

"Yes!" Alabama cheers, high-fiving Mississippi with a grin.

"Good thinking, Bama," Kentucky says, not looking up from the phone.

"Thanks, Chicken Nugget."

"Bama, my name ain't 'chicken nugget'. You know that."

"Whatever you say, nugget."

Kentucky sighs, but gets back to his work.

America sighs. Russia picks up a new packet of papers and scans through them for any identifying information.

"Hey," California says, trying to get Russia's attention, "can I see your face?"

"Yes," Russia replies, leaning forward and letting her unwrap the bandages.

California hums and pulls off the gauze. Russia winces at the strange sensation of it being pulled off. California smiles once she sees what's underneath.

"You're healing, like, a lot faster than I thought you would," she chirps, "that wound was pretty deep. At this rate, you'll be scarred over in a few days. You'll have to be careful for now though if you catch my drift."

Russia smiles and nods.

"I'm just gonna leave it uncovered for now if that's okay," California says, and Russia nods.

California backs up with a proud grin. She collects the gauze and bandages off the bed and tosses them out into a waste bin.

"Dad?"

America sits up and leans forward, and she unwraps the bandages off his head. Russia winces, but can't tear his eyes away.

"Can you open it?" California asks.

"No, not really," America replies.

California pulls the cup away and carefully uses some wet napkins to carefully wipe away the slime that accumulated under America's eye in feather light movements. She swipes away at the crust under America's eyelid.

America blinks his eye open, and Russia freezes.

His eye is pale.

Colorless.

Broken.

Blind.

"Does it hurt?" California's voice sounds muffled. He faintly sees America shake his head.

Russia takes America's head and gently turns it to face him. America's eyes moved to look at him. Russia looks into his eyes and feels his heart clench so painfully, he loses his breath. The next breath comes in a pained gasp.

"Russ?" America asks.

Russia can't bring himself to answer.

"Rue-Rue, talk to me, what's wrong?" America directs.

"*I'm sorry,*" Russia mumbles.

"Hey, don't be like that," America mutters, putting his hands over Russia's, "we're okay. I'm okay, we're okay."

Russia sighs and looks away.

"Don't beat yourself up over this. I promise that I'm okay. Maybe my sight can even come back," America says with optimism in his tone.

'It wouldn't,' Russia knows, but he can't bring himself to say anything.

"Hey, calm down. I'm still here, okay? I'm still here. Both of us are still here and that's all that matters, okay? You didn't have a choice, and what happened, happened. And if I'm not allowed to feel guilty, you aren't either."

"Okay," Russia mutters.

"You promise you don't blame yourself for this?"

"Yes, but only for you."

America gives him a blinding smile. Russia manages to smile back. America puts his head back down and flips through the stack of cards in his lap before giving up a few minutes later, tossing the cards back on the bed.

"I'm tired," America complains.

"Then you should sleep," Russia replies, not looking away from the documents, focused on reading it.  

America groans.

"But I want attention," America whines quietly.

Russia tries to ignore him.

"Please..." America pleads.

Russia sighs and he looks away from the papers down to America, who stares up with a sad gaze. Russia looks away, puffing up his cheeks, but wincing at the pain it caused.

'I have to read this.'

Russia makes the mistake of looking back down and meeting America's gaze. Russia feels his resolve crumbling.

'But he's sad.'

'But I have to help figure out what's going on,' he tells himself, and he picks up the papers with a renewed resolve. America looks away. Russia looks down after a moment and sees America's dejected look. His heart clenches.

'I can't ignore him. I can't.'

He puts the papers down and showers America with kisses. America begins giggling and laughs as Russia gently wrestles and tickles him. America squirms and is reduced to a handful of giggles.

"That's enough," America gasps through laughter, pushing Russia's arms away delicately.

Russia pulls his hands away and pulls America back into a hug.

"I thought you wanted attention," Russia teases.

America just giggles and kisses him. Russia kisses back but pulls away before it could go any farther. America smiles and kisses his uninjured cheek. Russia smiles, and America falls back against him.

Russia absentmindedly starts humming a lullaby and uses one of his hands to brush America's hair, the other to flip through the contracts.

'It's like having a cat,' Russia thinks, looking down at the sleepy country in his lap. Even still, he couldn't help but smile.

'My favorite.'

~

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[thornbolts]

My Two Lives Ch. 8 - Our New Home

Previous Chapters:

[Chapter 1: Westfallen Blues]

[Chapter 2: From Student to Hunter]

[Chapter 3: The Doe and the Buck]

[Chapter 4: The Day the Wardrums Came]

[Chapter 5:  Hard Times in a Harder City]

[Chapter 6: The Fall of Stormwind]

[Chapter 7: My First Friend]

We ran aground the shores of Hillsbrad Foothills after ten days at sea. Solid ground couldn't feel any better. No more trying to move with the waves, and I could finally have as much room as I needed to stretch my legs.

We camped out at the coast where we arrived. Commander Lothar wanted all the refugees here before we made any more moves. We named this area off the coast of southern Hillsbrad “Refugee's Landing.” 

Lordaeronian emissaries came to meet us and introduce us to the land. We stayed here for another day to let all the other refugees catch up.

Once everyone was here, we were offered Lordaeronian citizenship if we wanted it. No one declined. We were weary, and we couldn't wait to get back on our own two feet. For all we knew, we could never return to Stormwind. 

We had the option of settling down anywhere in the land and allowed to integrate into Lordaeronian society. The choice was bittersweet. We'd have to finally part ways with the friends I'd made on the mass exodus to Lordaeron.

Archie, the mage apprentice that allowed us to have clean water over the entire journey, headed north, going off on his own on foot to try his hand at learning in Dalaran off Lordamere Lake near Capital City. He was confident he could find someone willing to teach him and find a place in the Kirin Tor. He was an honest kid, and I knew he'd become a fine spellslinger someday.

"Oi! Arch!" I yelled out as he fit his arms into his pack's straps.

"What's up?" He looked over his shoulder, smiling one last smile.

"Take a bit 'a provisions with ya before ya go." I tossed him some of my jerky bag, Thornbolt secret seasoning and all. "Should last until ya get ta Dalaran."

He caught it, peeling the neck of the bag open and giving the meat inside a good sniff. Archie shot his head back from it, taking a few quick gasping breaths and letting out a sneeze. "How much pepper you put in this stuff?"

"A shitton. Salt ta preserve. Pepper ta taste." I laughed, smacking my palm on his shoulder. "Ya be the best damn mage ya can be, ya hear?"

Archie nodded affirmatively, sliding the jerky bag into the pocket in his coat and giving it a good pat. "I will, Rem. You be safe too now, yeah?"

I grinned in response. Of course I would.

My pop waved him off. "Ya see a bear, ya run like hell, Arch!"

As Archie disappeared into the forest, my pop faced back toward Benton. "S'pose yer headin' up ta Capital City like most 'a the other folks?"

Benton raised a fist to his beard, thinking. He turned to Melody. "What do you think, Dee? Where should we go?"

Melody thought for a moment, her eyes looking to mine before she smiled. "Well. Capital City might be a bit crowded with all the refugees coming in. I think we should head northeast toward the other cities."

"Other cities?" I asked.

"Yeah. There's a couple in the Eastweald," Melody explained. "Andorhal and Stratholme. They're probably not as crowded as Capital City, and there's probably plenty of work to be done. Though if you want more rural stuff, I'd go with Andorhal; got enough land for farmers to stake their claim there and maybe could use more hunters around."

Grandpa Julian grinned wide behind his silver beard, nudging my pop in the side with his elbow. "Huntin' work," grandpa highlighted. "Sounds like a natural place fer us, don't y'all think?"

"Prolly could use a preacher too," my ma added. "How's faith here?"

"Holy Light, just like anywhere else there aren't orcs," Melody answered. "I think we'll all fit right in."

"'We?'" Benton grinned down toward his daughter.

"Yeah. 'We.'" Melody turned to me, a smile brightening up her expression. "These lands are as strange to us as they are to you. How bout me and dad come with you all? You know, help each other get to know Lordaeron?"

I felt a wave of relief at that. I wouldn't have to say goodbye to my first friend. I grinned the widest smile I could that day, and I couldn't help but wrap my good arm around Melody as tight as I could. "Dee and her pop can come with us, right?" I looked toward the rest of my family.

Grandma Ash's expression softened. "I don't see any reason why not."

"Ya do a real clean shave, Ben," my father joked. "We'd be glad ta have ya aboard."

Grandpa Julian extended his hand out toward Benton. Benton did the same, clasping his hand around my grandpa's wrist with a good shake.

"Glad ta have ya," my grandpa patted him on the shoulder.

My ma set her hands on both Melody's and my own shoulder. "There's only one thing ya both gotta do fer one another."

"What's that?" we both asked in unison.

"Look out fer eachother." My ma gently squeezed both of our shoulders as Bessy barked happily, pawing at Melody's leg.

And so began our journey toward Andorhal. My family was in our natural habitat, out here trekking in the wilds. We taught Dee and her dad a few things about living outdoors: how to butcher a kill, how to make a campfire, how to pitch a tent and a few other neat tricks. Things were finally starting to look up as we began to feel our way through the Lordaeronian wilderness, journeying through the Eastweald until we finally arrived in Andorhal.

And Andorhal would be our home for the years to come. By this point, my family owned a large farm just outside the city. My pop stopped hunting after his age began to catch up to him in his sixties. Started tobacco farming. While it was still backbreaking work, he always thought it was better since he didn’t have to venture out too far from the house.

My ma integrated into the Lordaeronian clergy as a priestess, often leading sermons at the church. She became a bonafide pillar of the community. Hell, most folks would recognize her just walking down the street. She was everyone’s friend, and later I tried to follow a bit in her footsteps. Wondered if I could be a priest with a gun.

Benton started a new barbershop in Andorhal. He never wanted for customers. Whenever I needed life advice or just someone to listen to me when I was troubled, I'd visit Uncle Ben and get my hair cut. He was the kindest and most grounded man I knew despite losing his wife in Stormwind. I don't know how he did it.

Melody, I taught her how to shoot a gun and fire arrows from a bow. Often, we would run free in the Eastweald wilderness and bring back game for both of my families to eat. Hell, I think at one point, I actually began to like her more than a friend, but I never did admit it. She later became a teacher in the school. Taught Geography and History of all things.

I made a living continuing on the family hunting business. I was the best shot in Andorhal, and I’d often bring back pelts and meat to sell at the markets. In my later years, I’d work with the city guard and have an occasional job as a bounty hunter, much to my family’s distress. With my gun, work was never scarce.

Grandpa Julian was a wilderness tracker right up until the day he passed quietly at home from age. Grandma Ash, bless her heart, followed a couple years later. They were married happily for around fifty-seven years. I bawled like a baby both times. By then, Stormwind was rebuilt.

We sailed back to Stormwind and journeyed to Westfall, where we scattered their ashes into the coast. It was our ancestral home, after all. Me and ma put up a grave just under a tree overlooking the water so my grandparents could always have a peaceful view of the waves washing in and out.

Went back up to Andorhal. By this point, we've lived in Lordaeron for about fifteen years. And I thought life would just be normal from then on out.

But unfortunately, that ain't how things turned out.

We all know there ain’t a happy ending for Lordaeron.

[jofabray]

Wax On || Jo & Evan 07.04

Jo couldn’t say that she knew much about the Hudson or Hummel families.  But if the point of the trip, or even the Institute as a whole, was to get to know people and expand her circle to make her a better Dominant, then it would have been counterproductive to turn down Evan’s request for a scene.  There were very few ways that people could get to know each other faster and easier than they could in a scene, and what they had in mind wasn’t the sort of dangerous play that required them to know each other intimately.  Wax was simple, safe if done properly, and also had the potential to be beautiful.  Jo had come to Evan’s campsite for the scene, and she carefully announced herself before slipping into the tent.  “Hello, darlin’.”

Evan

She glanced up when she heard Jo's voice and watched as she walked into the room, smiling softly. "Hi, Miss. Thanks for doing this with me. I know we haven't really talked much but I've been trying to reach out to other people and this seemed like as good a time as any." Evan was much less nervous about the idea of wax play as she had been about doing the fire flogging scene, and plus, Jo was gorgeous...so you couldn't blame Evan for wanting to spend some time with her. "How has your day been? Are you enjoying the camping trip?"

Jo

Jo smiled.  "It's my pleasure, sweetheart, honestly.  I'm glad that y'all did, because I'm not the greatest at reachin' out myself and it'll be nice to try this with someone I haven't scened with before."  She shrugged off the light jacket she'd worn over, setting it aside and favoring Evan with a smile.  "It's been really nice, actually, thank you.  There's been some idiots settin' off firecrackers somewhere, but I guess those kinda people just gotta be who they are.  It's been a lovely trip all in all.  How about yourself?  Havin' a good time?"

Evan

She rolled her eyes slightly at the mention of people letting off fireworks. She wasn't surprised but it was still so very dumb. "Seems like people let them off whenever they feel like it and this week just gives them an excuse." Evan mused. "It's been pretty good. Mostly just enjoying the sun and the water. Although the group activities we've been doing have been pretty fun."

Jo

Jo nodded agreement, glad that she wasn't the only one who disliked them.  "People get outta the city for five minutes and turn into animals, I don't know."  She was determined not to let it ruin her mood, though.  "What's your favorite of the group activities so far?"  The small talk seemed like a good way to get to know the Switch.

Evan

"I think my favorite activity was the rock climbing one. It was an enjoyable experience. What do you think is your favorite one?" Evan was glad that they were chatting a little bit, it had been enough to just to ease herself a smidge and now she was ready to go. But she would let Jo decide when they were going to start.

Jo

"That was fun," Jo agreed.  "I think the caves was my favorite, though, honestly.  I liked just wanderin' underground for a little while."  She could sense a little bit of anxiousness, she thought, and decided that it was the time to move ahead.  "When y'all are ready, darlin', I'd like ya to get undressed for me.  While y'all do that, I'd like to hear safeword and limits from ya."

Evan

"The caves were great. I feel bad for anyone who might be a bit claustrophobic though." As Jo gave the order, Evan moved into action. "I've just been using the stoplight system for now, Miss. And my limits are scat, watersports, permanent marks, and electroplay currently." The Switch expressed, biting down on her bottom lip. She finished undressing, setting her clothes aside and then kneeling down to prepare for any other orders she might be given.

Jo

Jo hadn't even thought of that, and was impressed with Evan's empathy.  "That's a good point - hopefully there wasn't anyone that had a real terrible time with it."  As she moved to comply Jo watched with a smile as she took in all that she needed to know.  "Good girl.  Now, just to recap what we had planned.  I'm goin' to bind ya, arms and legs, and use some candles to paint your skin.  It will get hot, particularly at the end, but if at any time y'all don't feel comfortable then give me a yellow and we'll pause to reevaluate.  All good with that?"

Evan

She nodded her head in understanding. Wax play could still go wrong but she felt less worried about it than the past scene she had done. "That all sounds good, Miss. I'll be sure to be clear about where I'm at, Miss." The Switch said, moving to get settled once she was told to move. She was certainly excited to see what her back would look like after.

Jo

"Good girl," Jo praised again.  She knew that she was unfailingly positive with submissives in her care, and that others had differing styles - but to her, it always seemed like the best thing she could do.  After all, trying to break people down wouldn't help them.  Building them up, on the other hand, giving them confidence to explore scenes and themselves, that would.  Taking a few short lengths of rope, Jo tied down Evan by her wrists and ankles, giving each of the ropes an experimental tug.  "All good?  Nothing diggin' in, no pins and needles?"  As she waited for Evan's reply she lit the candles, letting them burn a little.

Evan

"Everything feels good so far." Evan expressed, testing the binds slightly before then resting comfortably against the table again. There wasn't much that she could do, more just had to wait and see what Jo would do to her. It was always an interesting place to be, particularly putting faith in someone she had barely spoken to before. Regardless, she was here now.

Jo

Jo smiled.  "Fantastic.  We're just gonna let those candles build up a little wax."  She ran a hand slowly up and down Evan's back, trying to soothe any lingering tension as much as possible.  "There's a few colors, and I'm just gonna draw on you a little, make some pretty designs.  When we're done I'll take a picture for y'all, in case you'd like to have it.  I know you won't be able to see me from where ya are, but if y'all need any reassurance, or to know that I'm here, just talk to me.  We can talk all through this if that helps."

Evan

The hand on her back was nice and eased her further. "Thank you, Miss. I'm feeling much better now. And I would definitely like to see what you draw on my back. So thank you." She mused with a smile. She knew Jo couldn't see it but perhaps she could hear it in her voice.

Jo

"You're welcome, darlin'.  Thank you for bein' so good for me."  She really appreciated a submissive who would work with her to make a scene better for them both.  Fortunately there hadn't been any scenes of the other kind yet, but the possibility was always there.  Taking a yellow candle, she held it over Evan's back and patted her with the other hand.  "Here we go, darlin'.  Deep breath."  From a good height she began to pour the wax, forming a large circle on the widest part of Evan's back.

Evan

She smiled as Jo thanked her in return, appreciating the sentiment. She took a deep breath when instructed and hissed out that same air as the wax met her skin. It was a sting and a warmth that she hadn't necessarily experienced before, so she knew that it would take some time for her to get used to the feeling.

Jo

Jo had expected the hiss, but that didn't stop her from waiting an extra beat to be sure that there wasn't going to be a following safeword or pause request.  Only when she'd waited long enough did she continue, completing the circle with the yellow wax and a little flourish.  "How you feelin', darlin'?  Everything good?"

Evan

"Everything's okay, Miss. The sting and heat is something that I need to get used to, but it's not overwhelming or anything like that." The Switch expressed honestly. She didn't want Jo to think that she was doing anything wrong or that she needed to stop at all, because that wasn't the case. She really wanted Jo to finish whatever she had in mind.

Jo

Jo listened carefully, judging not just the words but the tone, the steadiness in Evan's voice, before she nodded agreement - more for her own sake than anyone else's, since the submissive couldn't turn around and see her.  "Thank you for being honest, darlin'.  For the next bit I'm gonna bring the candle closer to y'all, so the wax is gonna be hotter when it hits your skin.  It still won't burn, but it'll be hot.  Take nice even breaths for me, and we'll start."  Listening for the breathing, she moved the candle a little closer and began to pour another circle, intersecting with the first to make an infinity sign.

Evan

"I understand, Miss. Hotter but still not enough to burn." She more so said the words for her own benefit so that they would stick in her brain and she would be able to understand them more fully. The slight nerves she was still facing muddling her brain just a little bit, but not enough to be worried about it. She was okay and she truly did believe that she would be safe. She breathed in deeply, wincing and clenching her fists slightly as the wax began to drip along her back.

Jo

"Precisely.  Just like that.  You won't burn with me here, and y'all can take that to the bank."  It was new and different working with Evan, but the essentials always remained - take care of your submissive.  Make them feel safe, let them know that you're in control and nothing is going to happen to them that they don't want.  "Good girl," she breathed as the second circle began to form.  "Y'all are bein' so good for me.  It's okay to be nervous, just try and relax your muscles a little.  Else you're gonna stiffen way up before we're done and that's not going to be what you want."

Evan

When Jo told her to relax a bit, she closed her eyes and started breathing deeply. She was a bit anxious still but as the moments went by, she found her body easing against the table. Eventually, most of the tension had left her and she was ready and prepared for whatever else the Domme was going to do with the wax.

Jo

"That's better."  Jo's attention went back and forth between the work she was doing with the wax and the state of Evan's body, and she liked what she saw.  "Much better."  Setting the candle down, she reached for the next.  "A little closer again for the next.  Again, it'll be a little hotter, but no burns.  Do y'all need a minute before we begin?  There's no wrong answer to that question."

Evan

"No, Miss. I'm okay. Thank you for asking." The Switch expressed, finding it really sweet and lovely that Jo was taking such good care of her and checking in so often. It helped ignite something in her that showed a piece of what Evan would like to be like if she were the Dominant in such a situation.

Jo

Jo was glad to hear that things were going well.  "You're welcome, sweetheart.  We'll start with the next candle now."  She held it close to the skin, but not too close, pouring out several small circles that intersected the infinity symbol.  It was freehand, and perhaps not too straight, but she thought it would make a pretty picture.  "Good girl," she murmured, running her free hand through Evan's hair.  "Y'all are doin' so well.  And it looks beautiful on you.  If ya can take it, I've got one more candle that's a nice bright color, to use for the finishin' touches.  This one will be really, really close to you.  It'll hurt, much more than the others, but it still won't burn.  And we'll only be doin' it in small spots."

Evan

Each candle somehow hurt more and less at the same time. Perhaps it was because she was beginning to know what to expect, but the pain of the wax didn't surprise her quite as much anymore; and the surprise was what hurt the worst if she was being honest. "I can take it, Miss. I'd like to see your picture come to life in whatever way you had planned it." She could take the pain, she would make it through the rest of the scene and would have a beautiful picture on her back. She didn't want to stop this before it was completed.

Jo

"Y'all have been absolutely wonderful for me, sweetheart.  I want you to know that while you're feelin' the burn from this last candle.  Don't just know it, revel in it.  Rejoice in it.  There's nothin' more special to me than someone who'll put themselves in my hands without hesitation, and you've done that to perfection.  One more candle, a few more spots, and you'll be done.  And know that I always reward a good submissives.  Now, deep breath in, hold, and we'll begin."  She brought the candle down to Evan's back, pouring the wax in small dots that complimented the picture she'd drawn.

Evan

She took in a deep breath, feeling comfortable in the amount of breath that she needed and how it would help enhance the feelings of the wax against her skin. She yelped at the first touch of the wax, fingers clenching before she relaxed. "Fuck...that's something else." She expressed. "Still green." She promised, not wanting Jo to think that she was backing out of this last part at all. Each touch of the wax caused her to jolt, but it wasn't all bad. The slight pain was leading to slight pleasure and that was an interesting experience.

Jo

Jo's eyes widened slightly at the exclamation, already prepared to stop what she was doing, but Evan anticipated that by offering her current status without being asked.  "Good girl.  So good.  Just a few more."  She dotted the picture in a few more places, little splatters of color that accentuated the broader lines, and stood back with a smile.  "All done, sweet girl.  You did so very well, and I'm very proud!"  Jo blew out the candles, setting them aside and grabbing her phone to take several pictures of her work from every angle.  "Beautiful.  Absolutely beautiful."

Evan

She smiled, when she was told that she was doing well, glad that the yelp hadn't changed Jo's opinion on how well she was doing. She had to admit that that had been a fear of hers just moments before. But it seemed like they were in the clear and as far as Evan knew, they were coming to the end. When Jo said that she was done, she let out a deep breath, feeling her body fully sag into the table, not having to prepared for any more drops of heated wax. "You think so, do you, Miss?" She smiled at the words.

Jo

"I do indeed, sweetheart.  With or without my little art project."  She crouched down near Evan's head and gave her a huge smile.  "How are you feelin'?  Do you need anythin' right now or do ya just want to lay here for a few minutes?"  Jo had made sure to have water and snacks close by, because she knew that the adrenaline surge would come with a corresponding crash not long after and food was a good way to help with it.

Evan

"That's nice, Miss. Thank you. You're very pretty too." Evan expressed. "I'm feeling good, much more relaxed actually." She mused thoughtfully with a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm good to just lay here for a little while. I think I might need a nap at some point soon." Evan breathed out slowly.

Jo

"You're very welcome, sweetheart.  And thank ya - y'all are very sweet."  It was nice to hear that Evan could relax after the scene, because surely that meant it had gone the way she wanted.  "That's perfectly alright, darlin'.  We can clean y'all up before or after.  And if you want company while ya nap I'm available."