#anna hawk

You wave goodbye to the car quickly disappearing behind the turn into the forest, as the last of Ethan’s work friends finally decide to leave. You sight quietly and make your way back to the fire pit, a bit further into the property.

Ethan looks up from his little camping chair with a gentle smile and holds his arms open, inviting you into his lap.

You smile back, a bit tired a bit sleepy now after a long and eventful day.

“Hey baby.” He mumbled against your neck, pressing his lips against your skin when you finally lean into his embrace. His arms wrap tightly around you and he holds you close as you relax into your touch.

“You had fun today?” You ask, pushing one of the curls away from his face and behind his ear.

“mmmm, not yet.”

The answer makes you chuckle and shake your head slowly.

“What is that supposed to mean Sawyer?”

You ask and before you can finish, his lips brush over your neck, under your jaw and his hand finds it was to your chest.

“Oh you’ll see baby.”

A quick glance at the big blanket laying in the grass by the slowly dying out fire.

“You’ll see.”

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This one is actually based on an idea i have for an ethan fic soooo! Will i steal this title when i’ll finally write it?? …maybe…ANYWAY!

A request from the wonderful @anna-hawk for Shane. The prompt was "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooo." "You're wearing it aren't you?". It was a pretty fun one and I hope you enjoy what I did.

Winter was upon you. The normally stifling Georgia air had lasted well into the fall and only cooling down in November. Finally. While you were used to the cold winters of the Northeast, the temperatures had dropped enough to need a jacket or a hoodie.

You had a few of your own that you had brought alone when you had come down South years ago, most worn and comfortable. But, they were tucked away still. And your favorite was one of Shane's. The hoodie in question had been from some sort of fundraiser the Sheriff's department had been doing. It was large on your frame but was super soft on the inside. Worn in all the right places, he had pulled it on enough that the smell that was uniquely him lingered in the fabric. The problem for you was that it was also one of his favorites. 

You had hijacked it towards the beginning of your relationship but it had always found its way back to his closet when he needed it. Even if you protested. Shane could be sneaky like that when he wanted to be. He knew exactly where to find it when he needed it.

Which was exactly why you had been hiding from him for the past hour. 

Rummaging through the drawers in a final attempt, Shane let out a frustrated sigh. 

"Hey, Y/N? Have you seen my hoodie? You know, the one from the department fundraiser three years ago?"

"Nooo." You edged closer to the door, ready to make a run for it. You weren't going to have a lot of time to escape.

"You're wearing it aren't you?" You couldn't help but laugh.

"Nooo." 

"Come on Y/N, I need it." He came looking, the heavy footfalls your signal to start moving yourself. There was only a second delay before he was chasing after you through the house. 

"But I need it more!" You jumped down the last few stairs, skidding your way towards the kitchen first. Shane was right behind you, managing to snag your wrist as you turned the corner. Suddenly, you were crashing down to the couch, the both of you now laughing. Shane was shifting quickly to be able to get you pinned properly, straddling your legs and getting a hold of both of your wrists. 

"Now, as much as I love seeing ya in my clothes," he started off, the smile wide across his face. "I do need that hoodie more. Gotta wander out into the cold and ya don't want me coming home sick now do you? Freezing out there while you get to stay here, in the nice, warm house?" You huffed a sigh but couldn't help but smile.

"Fine. Let me have my hands and I'll give it back."

Tagged by the incomparable @anna-hawk 💕

I always blank out when I have to think of things to share about myself 😂

I finished a book yesterday and it’s only the second book I’ve read this whole year

My newest tattoo has hardly itched at all as it heals which is a weird but welcome change

I drink at least two big cups of coffee every day

My tattoo artist’s books open on Sunday and I think I’m going to get a random tattoo this time. I’m leaning towards a cicada 🤔

He promises to mark you up all nice and pretty, but the moment you turn the idea on him and bite down on his neck? He's gone, putty in your hands and craving more of YOU marking HIM. Start with his thighs and titties please cause we know he loves it.

UUUUUUU hi stef! hiiiiii welcome welcomeee!

OKAY GOOOD

just pushing him over to get him to lay on his back and crawling over him, slowly kissing his neck, moving lower and lower before his hands are on your hips just “wh- what are-“ and he just grunts when you bite down, marking the skin on his neck?

you hum agains his skin, brushing your lips over the mark before using your tongue on it? you hear his quiet little “shit” before you look up with a “yeah? you like that?”

grinding your hips into him, you move down to his chest, bitting and licking over his skin marking him up for people to see later? and he cant help the way it makes him slowly get harder and harder under you?

and then his hips like?? having you right there, your mouth and tongue right there but not right where he needs you?!

goooood he’d be such a fucking whinny mess just whispering little curses his hands trying to pull you closer until you tell him to stop or you won’t touch him?!

"Wanna pass the salt, darlin'?"

"Sure thing, babygirl."

😳😳😳

STEF! ohhhh stef sweetheart that’s like that’s…that’s just my whole world PFFFF

i know that very deep desire and let me just tell you it does NOT leave me it’s ALWAYS here it’s…i cant get rid off it

it’s one thing calling him babygirl while edging him till his cock hurts BUT it’s a whole new level when you just do it randomly when he’s least expecting it!

just watching him working or sitting on the couch or doing literally anything and he just looks over “what?”

“nothing babygirl, you’re just so pretty.”

because the way he’d just completely freeze when he hears it’s? that’s priceless. seeing his expression when he blinks a couple times after glaring at you. they way he wouldn’t even want to ask “what?” because he’s scared you’d repeat it and he can’t he CANT have his cock twitch in his pants like that again.

i just want i…babygirl just works so fucking well with shane ALMOST as good as with ethan but…that’s a topic for a different post.

AAAAAAA OH god okay stef im gonna give you my…probably like most precious idea i’ve been sitting on since twwmd came out okay? just…be gentle with it

nicknamed The lake in my head, it’s an ethan x reader idea when one summer night you manage to convince your friends to go skinny dipping with you in the lake a bit further out from the main road. it’s not like anything is going to happen right? it’s just a bit of some silly innocent fun…well…it would be if the beach you choose didn’t happen to be private and id somone didn’t call the cops. the people your with manage to get out of the water in time to grab their stuff and bold it in the direction of the town, you don’t. So there you are, naked in the dark water with only the moon as a source of light. The cop that happened to be the closest and answered the call? the deputy, ethan sawyer. Standing at the edge of the water, clearly pissed, he calls you ordering you to get out. but…maybe you don’t, just to tease him a bit. or maybe you do, you listen to him and let him watch as you get out of the water??

“jesus fucking christ dont make me come in there to get you.”

and poor ethan he’s not gods strongest soldier you know? you stand in front of him in the moonlight, water dripping from your body and yeah he’s pissed because how can you be so irresponsible to do something like this but god he just cant look away. does it end with him fucking you on the beach by the shore? or maybe you ride him in the moonlight? maybe he’s so pissed he takes you back to the cop car and that’s where it happens??

Another request for @anna-hawk , who this time gave me the freedom to do any character. I debated Gabriel from Good Omens, Cable from Deadpool, and Brock Rumlow from the MCU. In the end, went for Negan, since she had requested one previously for him. This is a little continuation of that previous drabble. The prompt was from the kisses list and it was #24, kisses for a cover.

You could have groaned, fighting the urge to throw your phone against the wall. You loved Lori Grimes but the woman was going to be the death of you. Both she and Rick seemed to think that they needed to find you someone to be with after a few miserable failed attempts on your own. Their choices had been even worse. Where they dredged up these so-called suitors was beyond you but you knew that you had to do something to get out of the upcoming dinner and quick. There was no chance that you were sitting through another stifling evening next to someone who would have no interest in anything you had an interest in.

For @anna-hawk so she didn't completely drown in her angst request for Grady. Now you know how things would end. Hope you enjoy!

Quiet. Tension. Grady was used to the moments of waiting on a baited breath to see what was coming next. Plenty of moments in the war had been like that, silence consuming the tiny space inside the tank, an uncertainty that overtook all of them.

He never thought that he would experience it once he got home. Those moments had been long behind him. At least, he had hoped they were and yet here he was, wringing his hands, waiting on the doctor to tell him what was happening. His gut was telling him that it was bad, that he was going to receive news he didn't want to hear.

The waiting room was empty beside him and he didn't know if he appreciated that or not. Not that he wanted to talk to others but at least people could have served as a distraction from his thoughts. He hated being alone with them on a regular basis. Groaning, he put his face in his hands and found himself muttering a small prayer. Bible would have been able to say the right thing in the moment. But he wasn't here. A shudder ran through him.

How could he raise the kids if Y/N was gone? He wasn't built for that. Panic welled in his chest but he had no one here to lean on, no one to help calm him down. He was left alone with his thoughts and worries.

It felt like forever, the tick of the clock mocking in a way, before the doctor finally came out. Grady was immediately on his feet, swallowing hard as he waited for those first words.

"Mr. Travis?" He nodded. "We've managed to stabilize your wife. The surgery went as well as expected. We were able to remove the bullet fully and it didn't seem to have hit anything vital. She has lost a decent amount of blood and required a transfusion. She probably won't wake up for a couple of hours but she should be able to make a full recovery." Grady felt a sort of relief he hadn't experienced since he had been told he was being shipped home from the war. Y/N was okay. He shook the doctor's hand, thanking him profusely before he was led to the room where they were keeping his wife.

His breath caught in his throat and he needed a minute. The reality of everything was only just washing over him and seeing you aying there, in that hospital bed, cemented it more. He pulled a chair close to the bed and grabbed a hold of your hand.

"Hey sweetheart," he started softly, seeing as they were alone. "We're gonna get you home soon enough okay? You're gonna wake up, the docs got you all fixed up. The kids are with my Ma. So they are okay. But they wanna know that you are okay and ain't anything gonna do that besides hearing your voice. So you gotta wake up soon." He squeezed the hand in his softly and settled in, planning on waiting until you woke up.