#arlos brainrot

[coveholdenmyluv]

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[an-asexual-infp]

Magic Funhouse memes

I promised some memes so... : (If you don't know what this show is, I recommend you watch it :) It's a show created/written & directed by Brandon Rogers. He also played the main character)

First of all : I LOVE THE INTRO. It slaps. It deserves its own memes.

Now, into the show : (spoilers below for the 2 seasons)

Season 2:

And the best for the end ! Let's pretend the rest of the crew is here too :

(-> The staff after Cordula drank the poison)

[transterrence]

baby hotline, please hold me close to you!

[charcoalstardust]

i made a new oc, colored most of him in, spent 9 fucking hours trying to get the right skintone, spent a few of those 9 hours figuring out his other colors all over again, and then i drew a giant skull that looks like a mix between a wind waker bubble and a mystery skulls animated skull

i'd say that's the average character designer experience

[pnkb1tch-archive]

𝖲𝖯𝖮𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖣 : arlo thompson and the commander ? when asked for a statement on his controversial companion, thompson told our team, in his words, " piss off , nosy little wankers , " so we'll take that as a " no comment " .

feat. @ironrot

[rxdiated]

//: Debating new blog maybe

[tartt9]

Manchester City. England's greatest football club, three years running. Truly, it was always a tossup between City and United, so Jamie could say that Manchester was the place that English football thrived.

Unfortunately, he'd been in London for the past eight fucking months. Even more unfortunately, Jamie wasn't particularly happy to be in Manchester. He'd been a star at Richmond. Rupert told him before the season even kicked off that he would be. George seemed to agree with him. And then Jamie scored goal after goal after goal, and Rupert and George were gone, and Rebecca and Ted were in. Jamie totaled eleven goals so far this season, all scored under Richmond's blue and red banners. Eleven goals in eight months was plenty to brag about, for Jamie, who was more of a bench sitter than he was a player at City.

Dani fucking Rojas gets better, and suddenly, Jamie's being kicked to the curb. One call from Higgins, and he's packing up clothes, stuffing them into the back and boot of his car, and heading on a godawful four and a half hour drive. Why would a team need two strikers, anyways? They were playing a 4-5-1 with Jamie as their one. Why would they want to play a 4-4-2, even though 4-4-2 was the simplest arrangement they could've played. Jamie had played 4-4-2 since he was fucking seven, it wasn't like it'd be difficult for the team to adjust. Or, well, maybe it would, given the fact that the team couldn't play for shit.

Jamie knew that his thoughts were coming from a place of anger, but there was so much anger stored up inside of him, from every single time he had to interact with Roy fucking Kent, to breaking up with Keeley, to spilling the deepest, darkest parts of himself, minus the gritty details, to a team he hadn't truly come to care for until that very night, and then to be kicked to the curb as soon as he shared any information about his prick of a father. That was why he'd kept that information to himself for the first twenty-three years of his life. As soon as anyone found out, they rid themselves of him. The only person who hadn't was Keeley, and the only reason Keeley knew was because he couldn't pretend like he wasn't getting texts every time Man City played, texts about how Jamie should have been on that pitch, how Jamie hadn't been good enough for City so they'd shipped him off to play for a group of amateurs, a group of amateurs that would drop to the Championship by the end of the season. Fucking Survival Sunday was against City. And Jamie knew better than anyone else that Richmond would be facing the drop, the way they were playing this season. Even if Rojas and Obisanya scored one goal after Jamie had been benched, one goal was not enough to save a team from relegation.

Having four and a half hours to himself in the car wasn't a good thing. He had four and a half hours to think about himself leading Richmond Til We Die. Four and a half hours to think about the awful taste of mezcal on his tongue, of the faces of his teammates around the fire, of feeling like maybe, just maybe, he could belong at Richmond. Four and a half hours to think about the fact that, while City trained him, raised him up into the player he is now, and while Pep was a fucking ace of a gaffer, he wasn't just going home to City. He was going home to his father.

And he was going home to a team that never really liked him in the first place. It's early March. They still have four months to go in the season. Four months where Jamie was the only City player from his age group at the Academy to have gotten the promotion, be the hometown kid, with teammates who were mostly older than him, or not English. Manchester's finest, sitting on the bench, wearing his Academy number. Not being in 9 anymore would feel like being naked. He never needed to be a team's 9 - sure, he fucking liked it, the attention he got was more than great - but 9 had been his father's dream for him, not Jamie's own. Jamie was happy to play any position on the pitch. That was what was good about Pep's total football approach - Jamie had never been pigeonholed into one position, could rotate around, play striker, or midfield, or wing, or maybe even drop back. He was excited to get back to that style of play. But...

And wasn't there always a but? This but went by the name of Ted fucking Lasso. His yeehaw bullshit had eventually won Jamie over, too. And, as soon as it did, and as soon as Jamie allowed himself to be vulnerable, Lasso kicked him to the fucking curb.

And Jamie knew it was Lasso. Jamie knew, because the second he walked into the training facility on Etihad campus, and he found his teammates in the dressing room, Paddy O'Gara was the only one to approach him. Paddy was practically the Roy of the team, except less old. And grumpy. He had 33 caps for Ireland, and had scored against Italy in the most recent international break - a break that Jamie hadn't expected to be called up to the Three Lions for, but he'd been disappointed at the lack of call, nonetheless.

Paddy asked him what Jamie was doing back - wasn't he supposed to be on loan at Richmond? Jamie explained that his loan had been terminated, that City wanted him back. Paddy seemed surprised by that, but just clapped Jamie on the shoulder, told him that he'd go find Pep for him, that the two of them probably had a lot to talk about.

And, when Jamie had found Pep - Paddy had sent him into his office, Jamie still holding onto his bag with his training gear in it, wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dressed for training - Pep seemed just as confused as to what Jamie was doing back as Jamie was. So it was fucking Lasso. Pep said that he was glad that Jamie was back, that he was proud of the work Jamie had done at Richmond, praised his goals and his ability to manage the pitch for all ninety minutes of a match. And all of that was lovely to hear - Jamie straightened up a little bit with every ounce of praise Pep gave him. But he couldn't help but think about Richmond, about the way that his (now-ex-) teammates were probably out on the pitch, running drills, Rojas scoring goals, and maybe everyone was a little bit better than they were yesterday. Maybe the stupid sacrifice show and tell bullshit did help to pull the team together. Maybe they'd work together as a team. Maybe they'd escape relegation.

Weeks passed. Months. Jamie found himself at Paddy's side during training, and on the bench during matches. Pep sent him in for good minutes against weaker teams - they were still City, after all, and beating almost everyone on their schedule was incredibly easy. Jamie kept track of his touches, his completed dribbles, shots on goal, and goals, all in his head. They let him take free kicks, he scored on those every time. Pep had always told him that free kicks were his strong suit. But it was never enough for his father. Jamie wasn't a starter. Jamie wasn't scoring enough, despite the fact that he was playing excellent total football when he had the opportunity. He could hear Lasso's voice in his head, telling him to make the extra pass. And, in total football, the extra pass was everything. Pep wouldn't let him get away with keeping the ball to himself all the way down the pitch. His father hated it, though. Jamie had heard so many lectures from him telling him that his son doesn't pass the fucking ball. He was torn between following Pep's instructions and facing a raging father at home, or following his father's instructions, and seeing disappointment in Pep's eyes.

And, through it all, there was Paddy. Paddy was the only voice in his head telling him to just play his game, to do what he needed to do. The only one who wouldn't laugh when they watched Richmond's match films. The one who squeezed his shoulder at the next international break, before he went back to Ireland to play for the Boys in Green, told Jamie that his time would come, that he'd get the call, that he'd earn his caps. And then most of the team were gone, and it was just him and Stevie McCormick, also an Irishman, younger than Jamie. He'd be a talented midfielder someday, Jamie already knew it. He and Stevie never got along - Stevie had anger problems that reminded Jamie of a certain Tartt Sr.. Stevie could be the next Roy Kent, if he channeled his anger properly. But, instead, it was just Tartt and McCormick, showing up to Etihad campus for a week, training with the U-21 Academy lads to keep them warm, to give the lads hopes that they might be called up to the team someday.

And then it was Survival Sunday. And Richmond was, as Jamie predicted, on the brink of relegation. Jamie had given an interview after their last match, when he'd played the full second half, where the interviewer asked Jamie about his feelings for his old team. Jamie was still so fucking angry about being booted so soon after being so open. So, he spoke his mind. Lasso booted him, now they were facing the drop. He wouldn't say one thing bad about Richmond, they were good lads, but he'd put one final nail in their coffin. The whole time, Paddy was waiting behind the camera to walk with him back to the dressing room, the rest of his teammates more than eager to ignore his presence, just as they had since he returned from Richmond. Pep patted him on the back, and his phone buzzed with a fourteenth new text message from "Dad".

[adrimakesart]

I've recently have been playing My Time At Portia and regret to inform everyone that I've contracted and succumbed to Arlo Brainrot because of course I have why wouldn't I

anyway here's a silly doodle of my self-insert Builder and their video game husband being dorks

★ adrimakes.art ★ ☆ Ko-Fi | Discord ☆

[musicinherhead]

The brainrot is real.. between Bells Hells and Candela Obscura, I’m convinced that Arlo is just the Imodna love child

[arlo-rose]

Guys I’ve been so busy this weekend but it’s finally my turn to make a long sappy fable thank you post :D

I’m not always the best with words, and I said a lot of this in the fan appreciation video already, but I wanted to put it all here too.

I first started watching fable smp in (I think)November of 2021, cause I found Sherbert and Heyhay through DSMP tiktok compilations on youtube, and saw they both streamed. Fable is the first time I’ve actually been part of a fandom community, and it’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me. My whole experience with the community has been so incredible, everyone is so kind and creative and excited about the story being told. I met people through fable who are now some of my best friends on earth, and even got to meet up with one of them irl! I never imagined an online friend group was something I could have but those people, and the wider fable community, helped get me through some of the worst times mentally that I’ve had in my life. 

Fable as a story is so incredible, I can’t even put into words all of the specific pieces that make it so amazing, but all of the characters, relationships, stories, side plots, and just silly hanging out in character streams are something I love so much. I’m having a hard time writing this rn cause I don’t want to leave out anything important but I don’t know how to say any of it.

One of the biggest things fable smp has done for me is giving me something to fuel my art. Before fable started, I was just starting to experiment with digital art, but had a ton of art block and no motivation to draw much anymore. Fable gave me a constant source of ideas for my art, and the responses I got when I posted my art(for the first time ever) helped so much in keeping that motivation. Having fans and cast members tell my how much they loved my art was incredible, and it eventually gave me the confidence to open up art commissions, which I had never thought was something I’d be able to do. My art was actually how I met my now friends, we started talking because we all loved eachother’s art, and it’s so wonderful to have a bunch of artist friends I can ask for advice, show wips, and just hang out on call while drawing with. Whenever I draw I almost always have a fable vod playing, there are so many comfort vods that no matter how long I draw for, I’ll never run out. 

I know other people have said this, but I want to say it for me too, just because fable is over doesn’t mean I’m gonna shut up about it :D. I have so many art ideas I haven’t done yet, and so many thoughts and feelings about this story that aren’t going away anytime soon. I’m gonna keep brainrotting about these characters for as long as my brain allows me to, and even after that I’ll look back on this story and community so so fondly. This is a story and fandom that I think I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life, and I thank you all for that.

There is a lot of other things I could say right now, but words are hard and I’ve had a very, very long weekend, so I’m gonna stop it here. I love fable smp so much, and I can’t wait to see what stories you all tell next <3

-arlo

[the-reincarnated-princess]

Tell us about your Isen x Evie brainrot

To fit the themes of UnOrdinary, it would make sense that, maybe not right away, but later on, there's one of the most powerful students ending in a relationship with a low tier. Remi and Blyke are together or will be, Sera and John is all but acted, and i dont see Arlo with anyone, and anyway i dont think he would get with a low tier even now that he's changed sides. (Or Arlo x Elaine if we really want to work with teased crushes, tho not on arlo's side again)

But Isen isnt teased with anyone yet, except to have a slight crush on Remi at the beginning, which isnt likely to happen now that she's with Blyke.

So Isen could end up with a lower level, it would fit the themes. Since he had a crush on remi, his type seems to be the assertive, confident girls, with a pinkish-shade of hair.

But he also almost died as a vigilante and he'd probably be happier with a girl who isnt running headfirst in situations.

Who is a low tier with dark pink hair and some confidence but also caution? Evie.

Now let's study the problem from Evie's point of view. She has multiple male friends (Terrence, Dylan, Roland...) none of which are teased with her. I dont think her female friends are teased with her either so let's pretend, for this thought experiment, she's into boys.

She's one of the smartest pupils in Wellston (word of god established it) and she's loyal to a fault (sticking with Sera when she's getting beaten up). But on top of that, she is brave enough to actually get into the whole Safe House establishment. She voted for John to be able to come on the trip, etc. Her character arc since the beginning, much more than that of similar characters (Dylan, Roland, Illena and the other low and mid tiers) has been to stop fearing the high-tiers.

Which is why, re: themes of how it's bad to isolate the tiers from each other, I think if there is a "mixed-tiers" couple at the end of the comics, she'll be one half of it.

And while his tracker ability makes him srtonger than the average, it's not an offensive ability on its own, so Isen is maybe the least threatening of the elite-and-more-tiers in school. So if Evie ends up having a crush on one of the top 10, I can imagine him to be the one she would actually dare to go to and ask out. He's the safest best even if no one that powerful is really safe.

Anyway she is a bit of the narrative mirror of Isen: both are the smartest person in their group (Isen can crack into restricted files and Evie is one of the smartest people in school); both have a more muted hair colour than one of the strongest people in school (desaturated yellow unlike the bright gold of Arlo; desaturated purple unlike the bright purple of Sera) and these muted colours, yellow and purple, are complimentary; both are the weakest person in their group and feel bad about not being able to protect people (Evie is 1.5 and one of the weakest students in school and wanted to learn how to protect herself via martial arts; Isen's ability is useless to fight and he constantly tried to get out of the whole vigilante/civil insurrection thing until pushed to make a stand).

On top of that, with Sera and the Safe House bridging the divide, Evie and Isen now have common friends and acquaintances. And Evie has started gravitating towards Blyke Remi and Isen with the field trip storyline etc.

If we leave the dominion of canon and themes, I just think they'd suit each other so well because I've decided so. The made up versions of them I have in my mind would go well together. Also can you imagine post-canon Isen and Evie, him a journalist, her a politician representing the low-tiers, or something, both still gravitating in the same circles as his elite-tiers friends and family but also bridging the gap with her low-tiers friends and family? Their dinner table being the place where people of all tiers have their place?

That being said, for now Isen's strongest relationships are friends (Blyke and Remi) and that suits me perfectly. I wouldn't mind either of them finishing the series singles, particularly if the series ends before they are out of high school.

[coveholdenmyluv]

Cove “you were a strange person in a strange place, but in that moment you were exactly what I needed” Holden 💗

[an-asexual-infp]

I am so late to the party, but...

I just watched all episodes of Magic Funhouse. For the first time. An inimitable masterpiece!!!! It was funny YES, but my favorite things about this show are the characters arcs/developments and how deep they can be... I didn't expect to appreciate Arlo when I watched the first episode but he really grew on me. His backstory is so saaaad! (It would have been amazing if there was (more) flashbacks scenes of his childhood, like with Sasha and (season 2 spoiler) Dave.) Btw Dave is a character I immediatly loved, didn't expect the turn of event, but I kind of love him for it. All the cast was amazing, their acting was reeeeaaally good! I will definitely make memes about this show. Be prepared. Also... WHAT'S UP WITH THE LACK OF FANFICTIONS ON THIS SHOW (on AO3) ?

[fanfic-inator795]

Why I love Ansel Beauregard

I originally wrote this a couple months back - back when Michael was still making my Ansel plush and was curious about both the movie he came from and why I liked Ansel so much, whiiiich led to me just kinda going on a page-long rant asdfghjkl. I wasn't originally going to post this on Tumblr but screw it, it's Arlo's anniversary and I still have ATAB/Ansel brainrot so: Enjoy!

Beyond his really great and really charming design (love characters with big wings) and vocal performance (really want his VA, Vincent Rodriguez III, to do more animated musicals now. Like- seriously put this man in the next SING movie or something), what really grabbed me about Ansel is that he’s just such a flawed but still really fascinating and fun character.

I feel like his introduction scene does a good job of demonstrating this, as even when you see him denying his fatherhood and struggling with both his guilt and his hidden truth, he still goes out of his way to help Arlo. Yes it’s done in a somewhat shallow way and he gives him some pretty terrible advice… but it’s also the only advice Ansel knows - advice that is self-taught and that he truly believes is in Arlo’s best interest, because he himself believes that the only way to survive and thrive in a cruel world is to hide the flaws, change yourself and be ‘better’ than what you are. (Though, even if it is a bit harsher in retrospect given Arlo’s heartbreak afterwards, the song itself is still a bop, ngl)

My friend who originally recommended this movie to me (thanks again Toondandy) pointed out how Ansel’s story is very much one of assimilation - how, for as successful and rich as he ended up, hiding and changing himself to fit the mold of ‘normal’ not only negatively affected him (his so-called high society ‘friends’ only cared about his money, as seen in the Met Gala scene, and he himself admitted he was lonely despite his success, not to mention all the pressure that comes with constantly trying to hide your true self) but also put him in a position to potentially continue perpetuating the societal cycle of hurting and rejecting others who are just like him (like abandoning baby Arlo or like how he was going to gentrify Seaside, both for petty revenge against his childhood bullies and because he thought it was the best option - because ‘beautiful’ is ‘better’). 

Additionally, because he’s so focused on and weighed down by his own hang-ups, I don’t think Ansel fully realized just how much he was harming ‘not-normal’ people like Arlo and Arlo’s friends (people like himself) until he saw not only how far Arlo was going to go to learn the truth but also just how much he’d hurt Arlo/put him in danger by continuing to reject him, which is what finally pushes him to confront his fear, guilt and self-shame. (Sidepoint: I really REALLY love the double-shadow imagery that goes along with Ansel’s “what have I become?” line. It’s simple but still really effective).

But yeah, it makes sense that him growing up bullied then isolated and then becoming crazy rich at a young age made him more than a little oblivious and out of touch (though these parts of his personality are still funny/endearing instead of being annoying imo) but what keeps him a positive character even when he’s at his ‘worst’ and most selfish/self-conscious is that he still genuinely cares and I really do love the interactions he has with Arlo.

Beyond all the juicy character drama stuff, there’s a lot of fun aspects I like about Ansel too. I like how, for as flawed as he is, he isn’t your typical rich jerk that you see in a lot of cartoons and can still be a bit goofy and flamboyant at times (his song “Better Life” is a perfect example of this). I also really like all his bird-like mannerisms and how awkward and skittish he can be at times too, that’s also really endearing imo. And I also love how even with all his flaws, he tries to make up for them, even if it took him a while to fully own up to his mistakes.

Finally, I love the subtle foreshadowing to him being a bird-man (him saying things like “like a phoenix” and “my perch” during his song, the bird logo on his piano, and the feather he gives Arlo are some examples). His subtle similarities with Arlo - like a love of music/singing and the shared desire to find a community of sorts (even if they both went about it in totally different ways) - are also fun character details ^v^ plus hearing them harmonize in “Something’s Missing” is just SO GOOD!

So yeah... Lots of things I like about this character ^v^

[pretendfan]

{I need you}

🖤Raylan Givens x Winona Hawkins🖤

{S1 episode12: The time when Winona visits Raylan late one night at his motel room, reimagined with more smut and conversation between the characters}

A/N: This is exactly what happens when I start watching a new show and I get invested, this is just a practice story of getting used to writing Raylan, none of this was asked for or probably makes sense but here it is🤣Givens brainrot💀but that gif thou “he gimme that look, the panties coming off…”

{Warnings: 18 plus ONLY, nothing but net smut, if harlequin romance wrote smut, cheesy but hot, loosely based on scene from season one, teasing, oral sex (both parties), p in v, happy endings, minor argument}

🖤3.1k🖤

Wrestling with the idea of either closing his eyes for a quick rest, or refilling his glass with more bourbon, Raylan Givens makes his choice then instantly regrets it when he hears a soft knock at his door.

There were few people who knew of the US Marshal’s whereabouts at this motel, he was just out of Harlan but Raylan knew that folk talked, so anyone could be here for a little chit chat on someone else’s behalf right now to try and put the wind up him.

…Raylan Givens had a lot of enemies, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, enjoying the chase was a perk of his job amongst others of course.

Being back in Kentucky for too long already he wondered again who it was calling at this late hour, taking a generous gulp of his drink he puts the tumbler down, hoping the visitor behind the door at least was a friendly one as he gets up from his bed.

What with Boyd and his dad Bo up to their usual bullshit, whilst Arlo was still performing his old tricks as well, and then there was Ava who was currently giving him the cold shoulder. These thoughts causing Raylan to grab his gun by the bedside table, just in case, because it could be absolutely anyone waiting to speak with him.

Sure he had a name for himself being both quick to judge and on the draw, gun happy he wasn’t Raylan just knew when to shoot first, defusing a situation with one glance which was exactly how he had ended up here back in his hometown.

Shaking these ridiculous thoughts from his mind Raylan slowly opens the motel door, and is shocked to see his ex wife, but the moment passes when he swiftly ushers her inside the room.

Quickly trying to gage the look on Winona’s face but even after all this time, he couldn’t help but stare down at her and get lost in those damn blue eyes, the ones that had watched him leave time and time again.

“What’s happened-“

“It’s nothing, I shouldn’t even be here.” Winona states looking away from Raylan, eyeing the door like she had just made a huge mistake.

“Is it your husband Gary again-“

“Are you surgically attached to that damn hat of yours?” Winona asks with a laugh cutting off her ex husband, whose dark brown eyes are rewarding her with a heavy stare.

“Is that why you’re here to talk about my damn hat!”Raylan stops talking when he looks down, to see Winona removing the gold wedding band from her left hand.

“I’m here for you.” Winona explains eyes wide as she glances at Raylan, who in turn removes his hat from his head revealing dark dishevelled hair.

“Clearly but why is that-“ Raylan starts to ask but is cut off, when Winona takes a single step forward, and then she kisses him purposefully on the lips.

Raylan leans closer into the embrace unsure where to place his hands, so he puts one on Winona’s right hip ever so gently, causing her to entwine both of her hands into his white tank top with a tight grip.

Moments later she pulls away like a skittish animal placing a hand over her lips, watching Raylan whose brown eyes are trained on her causing Winona to smile widely despite herself.

“That-“

“Shouldn’t have happened.” Cuts in Winona with a quick nod, whilst trying to keep her voice firm but it’s no good, she knew exactly why she was here and resisting was never her strong point.

“Well it looks like you enjoyed it.” Raylan informs Winona with a smirk on his handsome face, him moving nearer to his ex wife who looked like she also wanted to have some fun.

Raylan remembered the signs and seeing how Winona was breathing heavily, eyes gliding over his form, whilst her hands were balled tightly into fists he knew that he was moments away from providing her with some relief.

“I know why you are here.” Raylan states with a smug smile unable to look away, watching as Winona undoes the belt around her long pea green coat which makes him momentarily forget how to breathe.

“I need you.” Winona declares in a soft voice as he watches her pull off her coat, revealing black lace underwear to match those black heels which were in fact driving him wild.

Raylan didn’t need to be told twice as he tipped his head to kiss Winona, who invited him back in tongue and all as they made out almost like desperate teenagers, whilst he guided her onto the edge of his bed.

Standing in front of Winona he looks down to watch her hands make short work of his belt, closely followed by his pants zip as Raylan shrugs off his white tank top, then pulls gently on the back of her hair to remove the clip that resided there.

Looking up from her task in hand Winona smiles up at Raylan, who was taking in her curly brown hair spread across her shoulders, and the curve of her breasts in that lacy bra that should be on his motel floor by now.

Reaching a hand round her back to unclip said item of clothing, Raylan gives Winona a confused glance when she moves his hand away, a playful look bringing out the pretty features on her face.

“My turn first.” Winona states with a bite of her bottom lip as she uses both hands, to free Raylan from the confines of his pants, eliciting a warm groan from his mouth as she takes his thick cock in her right hand.

With her thumb circling around the head of his cock Winona grips her hand tighter around Raylan, who she notices has his mouth parted gently, whilst his eyes are watching her every move so it was time to put on a show.

Removing her hand suddenly Winona continues to look up at Raylan, who was hard and ready but she just wanted to tease him a little first, spreading kissing from the top of his thighs to that damn V shaped muscle he had silhouetted on either side of his hips.

Raylan’s whole body jerks when Winona finally licks the head of his penis, then opening her mouth starts to take him with the help of her tongue and the muscle memory of doing this many times before.

When he is as deep in her mouth as he could go, Winona hears groaning from Raylan as he strokes the back of her head, and she continues to lick the underside of his cock whilst sucking hard on his full firm length.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” Raylan hisses as he places another hand on Winona’s head, which makes her start to suck sloppily as he guides her, his breath quickening which causes his thighs to shake.

Winona doesn’t relent she wants to suck him dry as she continues her tempo, re introducing her hand to grip onto his length until a moment or two later the hot sting of his release hits the back of her throat.

The noises and soft swearing that escapes from Raylan’s lips make Winona groan, swallowing his seed and not missing a drop of the salty nectar, until he gently pulls her away from him.

“Wow.” Raylan declares followed by another slew of curse words until he then states “Now it’s my turn.”

“I’m the one making-“

“Stand up.” Raylan cuts Winona off in a deep authoritative voice, that has her doing exactly as she was damn told for once whilst he steps out of his pants.

Mouths entwined once again Raylan gently pushes Winona onto the bed, she complies and lays down on her back hair spread angelically behind her, but the look on her face told a completely different story.

Raylan places a hand on either side of her head as he hovers above Winona, who he sees still has that look on her face the one that always got him into bed, but now it was his turn to make her lose all control.

Tracing kisses down her front Raylan stops at one of her breasts, following the curve with his tongue causing Winona to arch her back in response, covering his mouth over her nipple still encased in the bra which briefly annoys him.

Treating the other breast with the same respect, Raylan focuses on the task at hand unable to resist pinching her nipple, which causes Winona to gasp as their eyes lock and he grins back looking cocky.

“I still know what you like.” Teases Raylan with a dark chuckle.

“Well stop talking and put that mouth to work then.” Winona states with a lick of her bottom lip.

“Yes ma’am.” Raylan nod with a smile reconnecting his lips to bare skin, as he lowers his head and traces kisses, down south towards Winona’s belly button pausing to look up and see her watching him very carefully.

Placing his hands on her hips Raylan holds Winona in place, brown eyes focused on the black lace underwear tracing the fabric with his thumbs, whilst letting out a hot breath that he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding.

“Ass up beautiful.” Raylan demands watching as Winona silently does what he asks of her again, letting him pull down the underwear to reveal heaven as he almost forgets what he was in fact doing.

Winona kicks away the second to last item of clothing, whilst Raylan moves backwards off the bed to settle on the ugly motel carpet, on his knees naked as the day he was born but with a wide smile on his face.

Moving closer Raylan starts to kiss Winona’s soft inner thigh, but not without using his tongue on the other side, he liked to do things properly eyes darkening as he takes in her pussy and like a man possessed he darts out his tongue.

Licking along her pussy lips with a purpose as his mouth meets her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the bud of delight when he hears Winona sigh, like sweet music to his ears causing his cock to jerk in response.

It’s when he covers his whole mouth over the throbbing peak of nerves, that Winona cries out hands launching out to grab onto anything, catching one of his muscled arms and forehead as she lifts up off the bed.

“You need to stay still.” Raylan states lifting his head up to see Winona with glazed eyes, biting her bottom lip so sharply he was sure he would soon see blood.

“What if I don’t?” Winona asks with an arched eyebrow aimed in her ex husbands direction.

“I will stop-“

“Fine by me I don’t need you, I know what I like.” Winona retorts flippantly always on the defensive with Raylan, even during sex it seemed but this time she knew she was right.

Raylan watches with a choked breath as Winona uses her right hand to spread her wet lips, showing him exactly how she liked it with those lithe fingers of hers, which was a sight to behold but he desperately wanted to taste her again.

“You just keep those magic fingers of yours there.” Raylan informs Winona grabbing her wrist to move her hands upwards.

Watching as she places two tips of her fingers over that pretty pink bud, Raylan’s cock leaking from the sight but he uses his own fingers this time, watching as he pushes one inside of her pussy then uses his tongue to taste her delicious sweetness once again.

“Holy shit!” Winona whines as she moves her left hand from Raylan’s forehead to his thick hair, tugging at the front which causes him to grunt back but carry on devouring her pussy regardless.

Introducing a second finger Raylan feels Winona’s fingers rubbing harder over her clit, he could sense she was getting close especially when her pussy gripped his fingers even tighter, making him wish she was riding his cock right this second.

Pushing her hand away Raylan quickly covers his mouth once more over her mound, tongue exploring the sweet yet tangy flavour, groaning when he feels Winona yank his hair harder at the very same time that she finds her release.

Raylan rides out Winona’s orgasm with his mouth firmly attached to her pussy, his tongue feeling her walls spasm as she soaked his face with her juices, until she is yanking his head away by his hair taking deep breaths as she finally lays still.

“That was-“

“Think you could fuck me?” Winona ask with a wry smile, when she sees what Raylan is packing, his penis which was cocked and ready for some action.

“What do you think?” Raylan questions but not waiting for an answer, as he drops onto the bed manoeuvring himself, so Winona was now on top of him.

Raylan watches in awe as Winona finally removes the lace bra to reveal her breasts, arching himself up so he could finally taste her nipples, enjoying the feeling of them hardening on his tongue.

Placing his hands on top of her thighs to hold her down, feeling the head of his cock brush against Winona’s wet lips causing him to rock his hips, then curse as she lowers herself onto his shaft hands moving to her waist instead gripping tightly.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” Raylan states when Winona is fully seated on him, eyes closed whilst her hands hold firm onto his broad shoulders.

“Can I ride you now?” Winona asks opening her eyes to reward him with a sexy wink.

“Like a rodeo horse use me however you want, because I have got the best seat in the house.” Raylan laughs teasingly but the sound soon fades, when he feels Winona start to move on his hard cock.

Moving her hands from Raylan’s shoulders she slides them down the hard plains of his chest, feeling his muscles spasm under her palms as his chest hair tickles her fingers, but right now she was more interested in being fucked the good old fashioned way.

Winona cups her breasts with her hands noticing the look on Raylan’s face, so she continues to play which he clearly appreciates, because he starts to desperately thrust upwards causing him to hit her sweet spot over and over.

This causes Winona’s pussy muscles to clamp down hard on his cock, with Raylan clenching his teeth together because he was being milked, and he wasn’t going to last much longer so he speeds up which makes her cry out above him.

“I’m coming!” Winona shouts as she places her hands back, onto Raylan’s now damp chest, as she feels her orgasm rinse her body dry and a various array of noises escape from her mouth.

Pretty soon Raylan finds himself following Winona as he jerks his hips once more, then feels his release as he chases his high shallow thrusts causing Winona to groan, until he finally relaxes back down on the bed.

“Did I just make you meow?” Raylan asks Winona continuing before she can reply “I’ve never made a woman meow before!”

“And you still haven’t-“

“Are you sure?” Raylan asks cutting off Winona with a laugh, as he opens his arms wide and she moves off him, welcoming his embrace in the heat of the moment.

“Definitely sure Raylan.” Winona smiles as she catches him staring at her, suddenly feeling safe in his arms burying her head in his neck for extra comfort.

Silence ensues as both parties are lost in their own thoughts, still holding each other close as if it was all they had, because in some ways they always seemed to find one another each and every time.

Moments later Winona breaks away from Raylan’s arms, avoiding the look on his face as she gets up from the lumpy bed, attempting to locate her underwear in the dimly lit room.

“One for the road?” Raylan asks causing Winona to look up eyes wide, but then she rolls them after spotting him point at the bottle of bourbon on his bedside table.

“Shouldn’t you have offered me a damn drink first?” Winona questions with a smirk getting dressed back into her underwear, she then locates her heels and steps into them.

“Maybe next time-“

“Raylan.” Winona warns whilst putting her pea green coat back on, then placing a hand into her pocket to retrieve the gold wedding band putting it back onto her left hand.

“What did I say now?” Raylan begins with a snort sitting up on the bed, watching as Winona wraps herself away in her coat then gives him one to those looks like he was in trouble.

“You haven’t said anything-“

“You were the one to come round here and see me!” Raylan cuts off Winona in a stern tone which she didn’t appreciate right now.

“Well you were very quick to turn me away weren’t you?” Retorts Winona raising her voice because she hated to be told facts that she already knew.

“Let’s not kid ourselves here-“

“No, we shouldn’t because this was nothing and I need to go!” Winona declares with a look that signalled this was all over.

“Fine by me!” Raylan shrugs as he watches Winona stare at him once more, a small smile on her face but then she quickly turns to leave, causing him to share a vacant grin with his motel room.

Trouble in the homestead he didn’t care about, but all Raylan knew was that he was a better man than Gary, yet Winona hadn’t stayed with him which still hurt more than it should’ve even after all these years.

Winona was the only woman to have such a chokehold on him, even now as he let her walk away feeling like a loser all over again, knowing that he would need to talk to his ex wife about this at a later date.

For now though he just needed to locate his pants and finish off his drink, in that order maybe treating himself to a couple more shots, because he was now wide awake and all he could smell was his ex wife’s perfume on his bedsheets.

What unfolded had been fun of course it was exactly what he needed most nights, but Raylan was left wanting more something unheard of normally, but Winona always knew how to play with his heart.

Pants back on Raylan finishes his drink in one swift gulp, then pours himself another which follows the same demise, until he lays back down on his bed grabbing his hat to place back over his face.

…because he definitely wasn’t answering again if anyone else knocked on his damn door.

[cheesysoup-arlo]

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