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Best Coffee I ever had--ashton irwin
This has been on my mind since I was making my own coffee this morning (yesterday since it’s after midnight right now) this is pure fluff for 1.5K words
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Ashton isn’t the type of person to sleep in unless his body is caught up in jet lag or he’s just returned home from touring and traveling. As soon as his body is in his own bed he becomes dead to the world and sleeps for as long as his body needs. Usually, when he awakes from his deep slumbers like that, he’s disoriented on the time and the place.
But he’ll get up, make himself a pot of coffee, meditate, play some music or just sit out in his garden and be in the presence of nature.
This time when he came home, you were there waiting for him with streamers and a big sign welcoming him home. You’d even made a cake (vegan like he likes) with your careful writing of his name in the icing. You also ordered his favorite food and it was delivered about fifteen minutes after he arrived.
The two of you ate in his living room on the floor while Modern Family played in the background and you caught up with each other (not like you weren’t texting his whole flight anyway). He loved the way you laughed and snorted when he recalled Michael thinking he forgot his passport again. Ashton did a perfect impersonation of Michael freaking out about it and that’s what made you laugh so hard.
After dinner and a shared piece of cake, he held you close by the sink while you were cleaning up the dishes. His arms wrapped around your front and you placed your hands over his interlaced ones, enjoying this pause. It didn’t seem like he wanted to let you go yet, so you twisted around in his arms and he folded into you, his face tucked into your neck.
“You okay?” you ask quietly, you rub at the bottom of his neck.
“Mhm, just wanna hold you for a bit,” he mumbles then kisses your shoulder.
“Okay,” you smile.
You held each other until the beats of your hearts synced up, your bodies swaying slightly, the dishes long forgotten. When you started to hum softly in his ear, that’s when he pulled away.
“If you’re going to start humming then we need to get me to bed,” he smiled sleepily at you.
So you did. The two of you settled under his covers with Ashton snuggling close to you, his head resting on your chest. You resumed rubbing at his hair and neck, your other hand tickling up and down his forearm. Then you started to hum a nonsense song and Ashton’s breath began to slow.
This is what you missed the most when he was gone, being with him and feeling him relax. He’s usually so wired and ready to go and rightfully so since it’s his job and has been a huge part of his life for so long. But this is the side of him only you get to see. Where his walls are down, his muscles are relaxed, and he’s just Ashton, not Ashton Irwin the drummer of 5 Seconds of Summer.
He’s not sure what it was that woke him up, but suddenly he was shifting and stretching his legs under the blankets. He peeks his eyes open to the sun shining through the cracks of his blinds and the night before comes rushing back. He runs through them like a list.
You were here. You were here with food and cake and your warmth. You went to sleep in his bed with him. He was home and you were here and you’re his home now. He rolled over to wish you a good morning but was disappointed to find a barren pillow next to him.
Then he heard a clatter from the doorway and your quiet swear. Smiling to himself, he tumbles out of bed and pads down the hall towards his kitchen. His sign and streamers were still hung up on the back door, he’s going to keep them up for as long as the tape lasts, and you were standing in front of his coffeemaker wearing one of his henleys. One foot was crossed over the other as you tried to figure out his coffee grinder.
“Damnet!”
“What are you doing?” he asks and you jump about a foot in the air upon hearing his voice.
“Ash! Go back to bed, I’m making you coffee,” you order then turn back to your task.
He doesn’t listen and instead moves behind you. He giggles at the mess you’ve made on his white countertop, a few stray coffee beans are scattered about along with some dusting of the ones you’ve already ground. The top of his coffee maker is flipped up and you turn the grinder over then pat the bottom of it like a ketchup bottle so the rest of the beans fall into the filter.
“Honey,” he takes the grinder from you and pops out the little cup that’s sat atop, “you know this twists out right?”
Your lips are pursed as you stare at the two objects now in his hands then give him a sheepish look.
“Of course I did, I just can’t get it back in there so it’s easier for me to pat it in.”
“Okay,” he smiles and kisses your temple before peering into his coffeemaker. It has more coffee beans in there then he’d normally have but he wasn’t going to tell you that. “Is it just coffee for breakfast?”
“We could have a piece of your cake again if you’d like,” you smile, eyes brightening as you move back to your task of coffee. You flip the cover down then push the button. It spurts and spews to life, the water cycle starting it’s journey to filter the coffee beans.
“I’ll get plates.”
He gathers the cake, plates, forks, and two mugs for your coffees. He sits down at his island and looks at his mail that is sorted into four piles. You climb onto his lap, his arms wrap around you instantly.
“I sorted it into four groups,” you explain and point to each, “personal, bills, subscriptions, and miscellaneous. I didn’t throw any of it away so you could look at it and decide what you wanted to do with it.”
“Thanks honey, I appreciate that,” he murmurs and rests his chin onto your shoulder.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“I slept great,” he smiles, “I don’t even know what time it is right now.”
“It’s about eleven thirty,” you pat down his unruly curls. “What do you usually do your first day back home?”
“Realign myself, I guess so that my mind and body know I’m home and not on a constant go-go-go.”
“How do you do that?”
“Burn candles or incense, play some music, make some music, read,” he shrugs, “whatever I feel my body needs.”
“That sounds nice,” you smile sweetly and kiss his nose. “Can I join you?”
“I’d be brokenhearted if you didn’t,” he mumbles and kisses you gently. You cup his cheek, your lips familiarizing with each other again until his coffeemaker stops making noise.
“Coffee time!” you chirp and hop off his lap to pour your cups.
He watches you move about his kitchen, knowing where his spoons are so you can stir in your desired cream and sugar. He likes it a bit too much seeing you be so comfortable but he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that. It’s different since he’s so used to being alone, but having you here in his space is such a comfort.
When you pour his cup (he notices how dark the coffee is as it falls into his cup. You still have that bright and excited smile on your face when you bring it over.
“Here you go, baby,” you set it down in front of him happily.
He takes a deep breath as he lifts the mug up, the smell of it is very, very strong but he takes a sip. The taste is even stronger and more bitter, he feels his lips curve into a pucker but he forces it down. You went through all this trouble to make his first morning home pleasant that he couldn’t break it to you that the coffee is a little too strong.
“Good?” you ask and sip at your own coffee. You don’t make a face, however, because of your cream and sugar.
Ashton takes another big gulp before he pulls you closer to him, he touches your cheek.
“Best coffee I ever had,” he tells you seriously. The look on your face filled him with warmth.
And it was his favorite coffee he’s had because you made it. He drank the whole pot while he listened to you talk about this new book you were reading but made a mental note to show you the next morning how to use his coffee appliances.
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POV: You're Ashton Greymoore
#critical role#critrole#critrole memes#bells hells#bell's hells#ashton greymoore#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#the mighty nein#shadowmoore#shadowgast#i don't know if there's a ship name for the 3 of them#and i'm too tired to try to think of anything#caleb x essek x ashton#hey we saw you from across the bar#cr memes#cr shitpost#courtesy of me#cr campaign three#crit role#critrole meme#cr3#cr c3#1k#2k
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Sometimes love is planning on having a cosy cottage when the dust has settled, sometimes love is kissing the person you want to be with before a big battle and seeing where things go from there, and sometimes love is swiping a bag of shrooms from a cow man and letting the other know that you'd do any and every crazy thing they want with them
and all of them are valid
#critical role#cr spoilers#c3 spoilers#c3e115#bells hells#imodna#southern gothic#dorym#callowmoore#rockwild#imogen x laudna#laudna x imogen#dorian x orym#orym x dorian#fearne x ashton#ashton x fearne#the ships were fed for that first half#braius was funny with the pictures but kinda mission accomplished for Sam#for Imogen's sake I hope Liliana is okay but it seems like she got slorped#I like all three ships but you all know I have a favourite and it is so very much them but at the same time JUST SAY YOU LOVE EACH OTHER#I do love how each have a different approach too with their love interests#Laudna makes sure Imogen feels supported Dorian makes sure Orym feels looked after & Ashton makes sure Fearne never feels cornered/pressure#just let me grab them put them in my mouth and just go feral for a bit#and update the prayer circle because dammit they all better make it out okay!
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cockwarming with luke. he’s been wanting to try it and one day he gets the courage to ask you and you guys enjoy it for a little while before he whimpers and starts fucking into you and you enjoy that even more <3
can’t take it
warnings: cockwarming turning into eventual sex, dirty talk, mentions of overstimulation
a/n: this request had me shaking. it’s also veeeerrrryyy old so i’m sorry to the anon who requested this since it’s so late! the ending was hard for me to finish and it still sucks. hope you enjoy though! it’s not proofread
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It was a lazy Sunday for both you and your boyfriend Luke. You sat in the morning, enjoying your cups of coffee, watching the view from your shared apartment, and listening to a soft record spinning from the living room. It was ideal for the two of you, just being and taking in each other’s presence. You couldn’t ask for anything more.
Your day continued to look like this until the evening. Sitting, watching shows, snacking, some house work. All things that didn’t require much energy, just the driven energy from each other.
The only thing was, you could tell Luke was a little on edge. It made your weekly routine feel different than usual. You were unable to pin what exactly was going on, so you let it go.
Currently, the two of you sat upstairs in your shared bedroom. You were putting away laundry and Luke was fixing up the clutter around your bed. “Gonna go shower baby,” you said to Luke, making your way over to the connected bathroom. He walked over to kiss your cheek, “Okay love.”
As you undressed and got under the warm water, you couldn’t help but try and puzzle some of the reasons why Luke was acting the way he was today. Not that he wasn’t normally affectionate, but he was kissing and hugging you more than usual throughout the day.
You just wondered if something was up emotionally. But either way, Luke had come to you about those things before, so what was holding him back now?
You stayed in the shower for about 10 minutes, washing your body and doing a quick shave before shutting off the water. You stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself before leaving the bathroom.
Luke was sat on the bed, in sweats and a tee, watching some reruns of How I Met Your Mother. Nothing irregular for the night time. You walked over and laid next to him starting to scroll on your phone.
About 5 minutes had passed before you got up and started changing, shrugging on some of Luke’s boxers and a tank top.
You had barely gotten the top over your head before you felt Luke’s arms wrap around you, burying his head into your neck. You didn’t even notice him get off the bed, but you melted into his touch anyway, “Hi baby.”
“Hi beautiful,” he whispered, pressing tiny kisses along the side of your neck and across your collarbone. You shuddered beneath him, throwing your head back, letting out a gasp.
Was this it? Was he just so needy?
You let him pull you back before your back hit the mattress and he fell over you. His eyes burning into yours and his chain dangling so close to your mouth. He moved down, kissing a trail down your stomach before shrugging off your bottoms. “Y’ love stealing my clothes, yeah?” You giggle, “of course.”
You pull him up by his chain, and his eyebrow raises tauntingly. You grab his neck and pull his head down to kiss him. The kiss is passionate, hot, and sensual. He pulls away to shrug off his shirt, throwing it somewhere along with the boxers to make a new pile of clutter he’ll have to clean up later.
Luke rolls you both over so you’re sat on his lap and you work on shrugging off his sweats. Once you do so, you press your palm against the obvious bulge in his black boxers. He lets out a whimper, “Oh fuck.”
You start to peel off your tank top, stripping until you’re bare and your boy lets out a groan. He brings up his hands to both of your tits, fondling them and pinching your nipples. You let out a squeak from the sensitivity.
He brings his mouth into the mix, running his tongue over your nipple, looking up at you. You push your fingers in his curls, “Fuuuuck Lu,” you cry.
He continues his actions, making you cry, the slurping noises that are coming from him feed into the heat of the moment. He repeats his actions on your other breast, taking his time.
When he’s done and your tits look more swollen and red than usual, he backs away and peers up at you.
Before both of you are aware, you start grinding into him. Luke lets out a groan, “Jesus christ.” You move your hips forward and backward, your clit nudging his covered length in such an intense way where you’re moaning too. You’re both starting to lose your breath.
You feel your cunt dripping. It’s soaking through his boxers, even the thick material, and you know he can feel it too.
You continue your movements, not slowing down, and it isn’t until you hear Luke gasp, “Slow down, baby, shit,” that you halt your hips. You pant too, looking down at Luke.
“Sorry, you’re just so fuckin’ hot sometimes. Can’t help myself,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m hot? I was about to come already from your soaked pussy.” His voice is deep and it makes your cheeks go red. You feel a faint smile creep onto your lips, in which he mirrors.
You rest your forehead against his for a little, silently agreeing to take things slow for the rest of the night.
Luke’s hands find your ass and palm your cheeks while you sit up again. “Can we try something tonight? I- I saw something online so I looked into it. It made me curious,” he spoke. Your eyes widened a bit. “Yeah, what is it?”
“I read about this thing… called cockwarming,” you let out a small noise at the name, “It’s just like, me inside of you..? I don’t move when I’m in,” he finishes. You notice his neck is pink and it’s creeping up to his ears. You don’t really say anything mostly because you were still thinking. Wasn’t the point of sex to release?
Luke takes your silence as a no, “Sorry, we don’t have to. I was just interested, I understand.”
“No, love, I want to try. Sorry, I was just thinking about it.” You speak quickly, hoping to calm Luke down. You could see his nerves become more visible, embarrassed. His eyes widen again, “Really? You sure?” He questions. You nod, “Yeah. It’s hot.”
You ask him about his off behavior today, “Is this why you were a little weird today?” Luke nods. You say nothing else, dragging your body down towards the band of Luke’s boxers.
You snap the elastic against him, eliciting a gasp. You tug his boxers off him, and immediately his cock springs free. Your eyes are filled with hunger as you make your way back up to stroke him. “Oh my fuck,” Luke whimpers. You smirk, unable to not notice the red tip leaking with pearly white liquid.
You drag your hand off of him and push it inside of yourself, letting out a pornographic moan. “Oh,” Luke breathes. You take your fingers out of your cunt and wrap your hand around Luke’s length again, your wetness serving as a lubricant. “Holy fucking shit, you’re so hot.”
You work him slowly, not wanting to get him so riled up before he gets inside you. You know you’ve already failed though. “Need you to sit on my cock now, love. Please,” he cries. You let out a breath and remove your hand from him.
You make your way back up his body and Luke’s hands find your ass again, caressing you and nudging you up slowly to sit on him. “Honey, you’ve gotta put me in. Can’t take it,” He cries. You reach down and grab is hard cock before pushing it inside of you as you sit.
There’s always going to be a stretch that you’ll never get used to. The burn of his long, thick member pushing inside of you. You slide down very slowly and peer up to see Luke trying his best to hold in his noises. Once your sat, Luke’s jaw is clenched as he tries to relax around you.
“Feel so good around me, honey,” Your boyfriend whispers as he grabs your waist with his hands. You clench involuntarily at his words, letting out a whimper, and he groans deeply. “F-fuck baby! Don’t clench like that, can’t take it.”
You mumble an apology, although it comes out as a moan. You try your hardest for your walls not to grip around him, but you’re like a vice. You can’t help it. His whimpers are becoming louder and louder, and you realize your ability to take the reigns.
“Bein’ such a good boy for me Lu,” your voice is shaky, trying to pretend that his cock inside of you, so deep, isn’t affecting you. But it is. His dick twitches at your words, “Mmmph,” he breathes.
Luke loved to be in charge. You both knew that. But when you were experimenting, he would always switch between between the two roles. Today, with the way he was behaving, you knew he wanted you to take power.
“Yes, yes baby. B-bein’ the best for you, yeah.”
You dig your knees further into each side of the bed, getting him to go impossibly deeper inside of you. Every movement made he swears it gets tighter. “O-oh,” he lets out in a small moan. You kiss his neck, trying to distract him from the pain that he’s unable to do anything—to use you to work himself to release.
Finally, you both are settled, truly feeling one another.
His breath is heavy. You’re able to contain yourself and stabilize your body, but Luke is the opposite. He really thought this would be easier. More enjoyable. Not that he didn’t enjoy being inside of you, but when he was so pent up, all he wanted to do was move.
Nonetheless you two sit like that for a while, kissing on each other, sucking marks into skin, and relishing in the other’s dirty words.
“Such a dirty boy for me, Lu,” you pant, your resolve slowly slipping. “So dirty for me. Your cock in my pussy, not movin’, mhmm feels so good,” you gasp, and he lets out a wail before letting his head fall atop your breasts.
He lays it there for a little longer, relishing in the feeling of you soaked and clamped around him. He focuses on trying to hold back, not to lose all his control and take you right here. But he realizes, he’s only be disobeying his own request, and while he wants to try that sometime, he needs to have you. Now.
Before you know it, Luke fucks his hips impossibly closer to yours, and you gasp. “S-sorry baby… feels too good.” He retracts his hips, pulling you up a bit, before easing himself back in.
Your breaths come out quick, certainly not expecting this, but thanking whatever compelled him to do it. Little did you know that it was you. Your little moans, your dirty whispers, and your soaked pussy. God, it had him in a spiral. If Luke could go now, he would.
His noises though, are what’s getting to you the most. Because even though he’s been bold enough to make his own decisions, he can’t suppress his little whimpers.
Luke’s eyes glass over, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, could sit here for hours.” You cry, “Y-yeah? Would you like that, love? How about I sit here… and I take what I want. Cream all over your cock over and over again and let you sit here and cry, begging for a little taste.” It’s like your cunt soaks him even more and your own words. And he feels it. “And then you’ll be so sensitive when you finally do get to cum, because i’ll just keep going baby. G’nna end up milking you dry.” You meet your hips with his, beginning to work against his thrusts.
But, your erotic words only make him fuck up into you harder, losing your rhythm you were attempting to set. His cries become louder, and all you’re hearing are his gasps and some slurred “Mmmphs.” You love him like this. Completely at your mercy.
You both get close pretty fast. Due to all the teasing, wordplay, and attempt to cockwarm, all of your feelings are heightened. Everything feels so much better than it usually does.
Luke grips your ass roughly, pushing you further into his grasp. His lips find yours, and it’s messy, yet passionate. His lips trail down from your lips to your jaw, suckling and licking. He slows his pace of fucking you, as he knows you both are close to your orgasms, and he wants to make this incredibly enjoyable for the both of you.
“Baby… I-I’m close,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. He pushes his crotch farther up into you, truly grasping onto the feeling of his cock inside of you because he doesn’t want to take advantage of it right now. It just feels too good for him to comprehend.
You sigh against him, “I know my love, me too.” He lets out a breath of relief. Thank God, he thinks, because if you weren’t right there with him, on the brink of release, he wouldn’t be able to last another few moments.
You unexpectedly topple into your orgasm first, a near scream tearing through your throat. The clenching of your cunt sends him right over the edge with you. You both express your pleasure loudly through words that humble together and loud breaths.
Luke feels your pussy soak his cock once more, and he swears you’ve never been this wet before. He’s never felt it. And he thanks himself for working up the courage to ask you to try something new because he never knew he’d get you this good.
His orgasm, along with yours, feels like absolute bliss. Pleasure tears through the both of you in insane amounts. You feel him paint the inside of you, and it will always feel impeccable. Nothing will ever come close.
“Oh my gosh,” you start to giggle against him as you collapse your body on top of his. “That was amazing, Lu.”
He kisses the top of your head once he regains composure, “Felt too fucking good. Always so good for me, my love.” He pauses. “Never felt you that wet before.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever even been that wet before. Made me feel amazing, tonight Luke. Was so different.” You start tracing patterns along his chest, as he hums softly along your words.
He takes a pause and starts thinking before speaking up after a while.
“Im sorry about ruining the whole cockwarming thing, uh… got too impatient and it just felt too good,” He frowns, realizing he might’ve ruined it for you as well.
“You didn’t ruin anything for me, baby. Felt so good I don’t even care…�� You pause, “Let’s just do it now? You’re still inside of me.”
Luke’s face flushes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And when we wake up, take me,” and as soon as those words leave your mouth, Luke swears he’s hardening again already.
And you feel it. “Luke!”
“We need to go to sleep… like now. If I’m conscious for another five minutes I can’t promise I won’t fuck you again,” his gaze finds yours and his eyes darken.
You look up at him, meeting his stare, returning the same energy. “Can’t say I have a problem with that, Luke.”
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4 Sided Dive | Episode 29 The Tower | Thru C3 E113
Question: Did Ashton find Jester’s relationship advice helpful?
Taliesin: (Emphatically) Yes.
Question: Why did he seek advice on Fearne at this time?
Taliesin: Honestly, because between guilt, which has been kind of festering forever in Ashton’s head, and also that they don’t really, like, they don’t hit on people normally. When they hook up with people, people hook up with them. They’re not really-
Marisha: The initiator.
Laura: I could see that
Taliesin: They’re not the initiator. They’re just willing to be cool, and then be nonchalant about it, and like, whatever. Like it’s not, there’s not a lot of- And like, not that this was commitment either, but I’m like, I don’t hit on people.
Marisha: Uh-huh.
Taliesin: And also, I feel really bad about a bunch of shit, which also then adds a bunch of like- I don’t want to be guilty and I don’t also want to be going, “Hey babe, it’s the end of the world, want to?” Like, no, no, no, no, no, I’m into this! It just happens to be the worst time that there is for this.
Laura: Has Ashton ever pined for someone before?
Taliesin: No, no.
Laura: Is Ashton pining for Fearne?
Taliesin: (Like when you’re trying to express something and your friend hasn’t quite understood) No…
Sam: What is it about her that turns him on most?
Taliesin: It’s honestly, it’s the- it’s a mirror of their own recklessness.
Sam: (Indicating Fearne’s supposed marsupial pouch)
Taliesin: Yeah, well, that, it’s the pouch too.
Taliesin: But no, it’s very rare for them to meet somebody who is just as irresponsible, who like has that same irresponsibility. And like, the way in his head that it pops up is, like, she really hits him in the best of the worst of him. Like, very much the you bring out the best of my worst. Which, the worst is never going away, and I kind of know that. So, I feel like my chaos is better around you, and I like, I’m not used to really liking people that way. Like, it’s always a little messy, ‘cause family is just designed to disappoint you and go badly. So yeah, it’s a whole-
Taliesin: (Speaking about Ashton specifically, I think) They’re not healthy! At all!
Marisha: No, you just said a lot of really sad things.
Taliesin: Oh they’re sad, they’re sad. Yeah, life has not been kind. They’re doing their best.
#demisexual Ashton confirmed?#they're still fucked up over the shard situation#just talk to her you dummy#Fearne brings out the best in Ashton#Ashton doesn't hit on people#that explains literally everything about episode 94 onwards#they've been taking baby steps towards her this whole time#things are different with Fearne#like I love you but I'm bad with words and it's the end of the world so...#callowmoore#ashton greymoore#fearne calloway#fearne x ashton#critical role#cr3#bell's hells#4 sided dive
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the more toxic the yuri the more likely i will be at the scene of the crime
#death becomes her#madeline ashton#helen sharpe#meryl streep#goldie hawn#they shouldve fucked it out man idk what to tell you#another movie that wouldve benifit from lesbian sex#mediocre art for a mediocre time#madeline x helen
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I did it again 😁 this ones a lil more goofy tho and played with some effects
#critical role#ashrym#ashton greymoore#orym of the air ashari#ashton x orym#orym x ashton#dashrym#if you squint#cr orym#cr ashton
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ashton running over to orym at full speed is something that can actually be so personal, (bonus: dorian absolutely panicking as he realizes orym is still unconscious but then seeing ashton rushing over to orym and nodding approval)
(bonus bonus: orym saying “ashton, you saved me!” and dorian going “what the FUCK?!” and liam and robbie laughing about it is so funny)
#annemarie watches critical role#critical role#ashton greymoore#ashton#orym of the air ashari#orym#dorian storm#dorian#dorian x orym#orym x dorian#dorym#otp: no debts between us#otp: I just like to see you happy#liam o'brien#robbie daymond#cr cast#bell's hells#reconciliation#c3e102
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@primevideo Acting like utter peasants and not renewing My Lady Jane for Season 2 might be the most selfish and disappointing thing I've ever seen 😭
#my lady jane#guildford dudley#jane x guildford#lord guildford dudley#janeford#lady jane grey#guildford x jane#jane grey#amazon prime#save my lady jane#savemyladyjane#renew my lady jane#we need season 2 of my lady jane#prime video#prime video what are you doing#edward bluemel#gemma burgess#emily bader#rob brydon#henry ashton#dominic cooper#robyn betteridge#anna chancellor#kate o'flynn#jordan peters
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Ashton woke up wrong. Maybe it was the humidity in the air, the new found cold, or the stars aligning to fuck with him, but they woke up in more pain than normal. Today is going to be a very bad day.
It had been two hours since he woke for his watch and they had already: sparked up a rage twice for something small, ripped their new pants at the knee, stormed off from the group so he wouldnt get frustrated and yell at his very dear, very much asleep, friends and the lace from their new glove had torn.
It was like the entire world was against him today, evident in the meltdown they were currently having a good 30ft from where the Hells were sleeping.
He needed pressure, a metric fuck ton of pressure, on them, now. They needed to be held together and compressed until they felt new. Until this awful day finally ended.
Fearne also woke up wrong. She missed the warmth of her home in the Feywild, Nana and her old friends, FCG, and most of all she missed waking up to Ashton. They were both too exhausted to do anything but collapse onto their seperate bedrolls last night. She was homesick for everything she considered home.
She sat up and looked at her friends, as she would often do on nights where sleep would evade her. Laudna slept with her arms crossed in a death hold with her eyes open, Imogen would now fall asleep holding Laudna, her lichtenburg marks providing an almost imperceptable light. Chetney was curled in a ball, in the middle of the group, Fearne had seen him only hours earlier circling that spot. Orym would gravitate to Dorian when he was there, tonight being no different, with him only six inches away curled and facing Dorian. Dorian was facing Orym too, he changed in thier time apart, more somber. Then there was the new guy. Essek whatever-his-name-is, he trances for eight hours when he could instead trance for four hours and take watch. His hair sometimes floats though, and his cat eyemask is adorable. That's everyone but the one person she really wants to see. Where's Ashton?
A sound a bit away makes her ear twitch. There they are.
Ashton is clutching himself, trying their hardest to give themself the pressure he desperately needs. He knows he's probably a mess, snot running down their nose and might be making noise.
Everything stops. They're pulled into a a furry blanket, no, not a blanket, a lap. Pressure. Warm, loving pressure. Something in them sings, like its the home they were never given as a child. He feels a light peck on their forehead, and suddenly the day is righted. He's still in so much pain, but its not important as what's happening right now. With Fearne. Where everything is safe and warm.
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Can you do a smut of Ashton Vargas x reader? Please?
Personal ‘Training’ ☆ One Shot
☆Mean!PE Proffesor!Ashton Vargas x Senior!Fem!Reader:
After seeing you excel in his class, Coach Vargas interest had peeked. It’s not like you were as athletic as the beastmen students, actually muscle wise, you were quite the scrawny one. But it was your determination in completing an exercise that he set out, that he found admirable. One day after PE you had forgotten your gym uniform jacket behind, and being the great teacher that Ashton Vargas is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in the courtyard talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…
Warning: Mature content, Dub-Con, Stuffing Panty In Pocket, Spanking, Fingering, Mean Dom Vargas, A little Degradation, Unprotected Sex, Humiliation, Degenerate Fantasies, mentions of; blackmail. READER IS 18 AND VARGAS IS CANONICALLY 30, KEEP THIS IN MIND BEFORE READING. Not proofread.
Note: The ask was pretty vague, so I kind of went with my gut. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but I hope you do!
☆ More under the cut. ☆
Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a senior. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with senior courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Alchemy was like chemistry, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was PE…
You relished when one of your periods was physical education, despite any thoughts of the course back in your world. That was for 2 reasons, #1 it was one of the only classes you didn’t nee prior knowledge or magic to participate in. And #2… The professor teaching it made you feel wild and crazed, just a look at his body, strong grip, flexing muscles, would bring a rush to your brain ending with you being flustered whenever he would address you.
You could swear on your life that ‘it’ was big, like it had to be, this huge man must have a huge c- Uhm, where were you again? Ah, right, PE had just ended and it was time for lunch.
Upon realizing the class was over and you had been staring at your sexy teacher, you quickly rushed back to your dorm for a shower, grabbing your bag but forgotten your gym uniform jacket on the ground.
After cooling off and dressing back into your school uniform, you had joined your friends Vil and Rook in the courtyard for an outdoor lunch. And of course your daily rant about your professor!
Meanwhile Aston noticed your jacket laying on the field, he knew it was yours just by the fact that it didn’t display any of the 7 dorms colours.
As some sort of reflex, he had brought the article of clothing, to his nose, smelling it. The scent was a mix of salty caramel and vanilla. ‘One of your little Pomefiore friends must have given you a nice expensive perfume for it to smell so fragrant, but yet sophisticated.’ He though to himself, and after being in his head he had realized that he still had the jacket close to his face.
He knew it was a bit weird for him to smell someone’s clothes like that, especially yours, his student’s. But the fact that it was your scent lingering on the clothes, and that your body would surely smelled the same, drove him wild.
I mean ‘he was a man after all’, and seeing such a pretty little thing working their bests, toughing it out to achieve greatness in such a new different environment, especially in his class. He had to admit it, it did something to him.
Plus the fact he felt your gaze on him constantly during his lessons didn’t help to keep him ‘non-riled up’. He did convinced himself that you were staring for purely innocent reasons, but the state you always were whenever he talk to you made him doubt that fact. You just acted so flustered, even when he just glanced at you. ‘And I mean, you were of age, so was it so bad? Yes, yes it was,’ the man face palmed himself.
But no matter, it wasn’t like anything would actually happen. Plus he had to get your jacket back to you, no time for naughty thoughts >:(
But that all changed when he finally found you, sitting with your two friends, enjoying the fresh air and talking about how bad you wanted him, — wait what?
A little earlier,
You had rapidly rush back to the school building after Vil had texted you that him and rook were eating lunch in the courtyard today. And of course you had a skip in your steps, you were so excited to thirst over your hunk of teacher to your two friends, one of them less entertained about the idea from the other.
In about 10 minutes,
You had arrived to the courtyard, sitting between Vil and Rook, chatting while eating lunch.
“I can’t get over the fact of how fine that man is, like, god really has favourites.” You tell the two,
“And I can’t get over the fact that your thirsting on one of our professors.” Vil said snarky.
“Thirsting, how dare you. I am but a pure maiden showing my admiration towards an amazing role model of physical health!” You replied all dramatically, this made Rook laugh.
“But seriously, he’s really, really hot.” you continue,
“Uh-huh” Vil says not looking up from his phone.
“Like I really need that man to bend me over the nearest sur-“ you begin but your friend cuts you off. “Yeah I’m done for today, it’s never innocent with you.” Vil says standing up, and starts walking away.
“Wait Vil I’m not done telling you about the 15 other positions I want him to put me in and how big I think his dick is!” You semi-shout, giggling.
“Yes, come back my Reine, our dear trickster is only showing son amour in a different way. After all one’s désire d’autrui is part off of the thing we call love, elle est just en grande romantique when you think about it!” Rook follows your lead, encouraging your little delusions for the heck of it.
“You say that every time, but it’s been over a month.” He finally says, disappearing out of sight.
The two of you knew that despite him leaving compl , Vil would return in a matter of minutes, he just left to state a point.
Unbeknownst to you and your hunter friend, the very man you were lusting for happened to overhear your conversation.
Slowly lurking out from the corner, Ashton approach the two of you. “Uh-hum, excuse me. Y/n, you forgot your jacket back in the field. So I brought it for you.” He says, his husky voice making you and Rook turn around to face the man.
“O-oh th-thank Coach Vargas!” You croak out, your face heating up, scared he might have heard what you said about him. Meanwhile Rook could help but snicker at your change in demeanour. A second ago you were talking about how much you wanted that man to fuck you, but when actually met with him, you became as quite as a mouse and could form a proper sentence without stuttering.
“Um, I also need to talk to you about something, would you mind following me back to my office.” He told you, and your heart dropped. ‘He definitely heard what you had said, and now he was going to lecture you about it, maybe even get the other teachers involved!’
You were so nervous on the walk to his office and he could sense it.
As you enter the room, he locks it behind and perform some sort of spell.
He pointed to the wooden chair sitting on one side of a desk, motion for you to take a seat. And to avoid anymore confrontation, you do so quietly.
You had expected him to seat on the opposite side of the desk, on the velvet office chair. But instead he just stood in front of you, hands resting on the desk for support. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but notice the fact that your face was at crotch level with him standing up like this. But before you keep staring at his clothed front, he broke you out of your trance.
“So,” he says and you look up. “You might have an idea of why your in here, after all you are doing excellent in my class so no reason to call you to discuss about it… This about what you said to your little friends a couple of minutes ago.” he states and your suspicions were confirmed.
You look down at your feet, and you choke out. “I’m really sorry Coach Vargas it will never happen again. I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”
Now he was about to correct, explaining that he wasn’t feeling uncomfy at your comments, on the contrary he was flattered and glad you felt the same. But seeing you in trembling state, tears beginning to form in your eyes. It was too much, he had to play with you, at least for a bit.
“Mmh is that so.. well I don’t believe you.” He says, pretending to be hurt but just a look at the grin on his face would tell you other wise.
“W-what?!” You ask confused, tears starting to roll down your face. He grin even harder at the sight.
“Well like I said, I don’t believe you. It’s simple really, after all Mr. Schoenheit mentioned you had been having those lustrous talks at my expense, for over a month. Plus you didn’t seem to have any shame or care in the world when you were chopping it up with your chatting buddies. What’s to tell me, you won’t just go back to your friends after this meeting, and continue your lewd rants,”
He pauses, bending down forward to get close to your ear. “I could even bet that you’re getting off on this very situation.” he says than pulls back to get a good look at the expression on your face.
“N-No, that’s not true!” You deny, though even if your professor said to tease, in reality you were getting off on his action.
In your mind, you knew you shouldn’t. Being caught saying such scandalous things by the same person you were discussing, was but an ideal situation. Yet, you couldn’t help but agree mentally that you had fantasize about a moment like this one. In your head things would go like this;
Coach Vargas would stumble on you talking about your deep desire for him, bring you to his office.
But instead of reprimanding you, he would bend you over his desk and teach you about not being such a ‘lewd minded brat’, fucking you so good as you would babble apologies he didn’t care for.
In all honesty he just wanted to fuck you and he now had the perfect excuse. This fantasy would continue with him taking you almost everyday, with the pretext you still were thinking like a pervert, and as an educator he couldn’t have you distracted from your studies.
So he would take it upon on himself to satisfy your lust, so you could ficus’s on your classes.
Knowing damn well it did the opposite, and that after each session you could only think about him more.
But at last that was just a fantasy, this fact was reinforced when he spoke his next words. “I guess I’ll have to inform the headmaster about this.”
Obviously you panicked, and he loved you in that state. “Please sir, don’t tell Crowley about this, I’ll do anything, I can clean your office for free, I can help with you with paperwork, I can-“ As you begin listing off things you could do to compensate the man for your behaviour, he motioned for you to stop with his hand.
And you did so right away, become quiet as soon as his order came by. This made him feel extremely good, not only did have you at his beck and call in this moment, but if he played his cards right he could make it last way longer.
He grabbed you chin to make you look right into his eyes, “There is something you can do, though you might not be as ready as you think you are to do it.. Do you still want to try though?” At that you only nod, not sure your words could carry what was needed to be said.
He smiled at the obedient response, “Okay then, stand up and bend over my desk for me.”
“W-what??” You look at him very much so confused, he only chuckles at that.
“You did say you were ready, sweetheart. Well I guess I could just inform Crowley instead and leave you in his care, it’s still a viable option if you’d prefer it.” He tells you smugly, knowing you would pick anything he asked of you instead of telling Crowley.
“No, that’s alright, I’ll do it...” And so you did, bending over the wooden desk, feeling your skirt hike up.
You were so anxious but at the same time exited about what would proceed. Would he spank you? Would he touch you? Finger you? Fuck you just like your dreamed about? Or would he just laugh at you, only wanting to see you bend over his desk so he could mock you then just send you on your merry way out, never to speak of this again?
Before you could continue your internal ramble, you felt his big rough and warm hand pushing your skirt, your ass was now in plain view.
“You know, I had myself convinced that your little staring habits was something unadulterated, but turns out the part of my conscious that told me otherwise, was right. You’re really a slutty little girl that has been making eyes at me since the beginning of the semester.” He accentuate his last sentence with a harsh spank to your bottom, making you whimper in pain.
He spanked you again, and wailed with new tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what a naughty little thing like you deserves, talking to your friends on the daily about how much you want my cock.” Another spank came by, “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
You winced from the impact of his hand on your sensitive behind, and let out a small whimper. "Y-yes sir," you managed to choke out between sobs. You knew what he wanted now—to hear you beg for more punishment and eventually, release.
Your heart raced faster as anticipation built up inside of you.
"That's better sweetcakes," he praised, reaching down to grab hold of your hair again, yanking hard enough to lift your head up forcefully. His cool gaze bore into yours, searching for any trace of defiance or resistance. But all he saw was submission mixed with fear and desire radiating strongly from those green eyes. "Tell me you want me to claim you right here, right now."
Your voice quivered as you spoke, "I-I... want you to claim me. Please sir..." Your words came out in between sobs and gasps for air, body still trembling from the previous spankings.
You couldn't help but squirm slightly against his hold on your hair, wanting more of his rough treatment.
He released your hair suddenly, causing your head to whip forward violently before he grasped onto both of your wrists tightly behind your back. Pulling them roughly upward to avoid you slamming your face on the desk, keeping your breasts pushed forward prominently. "Good girl," he praised again, running his hand over your chest unbuttoning your shirt, now exposing your whole top area. "Now let's see how much you truly enjoy being owned by your professor." With that, he spun you around forcefully, pushing you against the desk hard enough to leave a mark on your back. His lips crashed hungrily against yours, demanding entry into your mouth as one hand cupped your breasts through the thin layers of fabric separating them.
You groaned into the kiss, unable to resist his aggressive advance, he quickly made way of your bra. Your body arched into him eagerly as he groped and fondled your bust roughly, pinching your nipples cruelly between his calloused fingers. You moaned softly against his lips, letting out a deep-throated moan when his tongue forced its way past your teeth and into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together in a messy dance of desire and submission.
You felt your panties being yanked down forcefully, leaving your bare pussy exposed for him to claim as desired. "Please..." you whimpered again, your voice hoarse from their passionate exchange.
He pulled away from your kiss slowly, his eyes blazing with lust as he looked down at your naked front.
He chuckled darkly, reaching between your spread legs to slide his hand underneath your skirt. His rough fingers explored your wetness greedily, rubbing circles around your entrance before slipping inside of your tight hole.
Your body jolted at the sudden intrusion, your hips pressing back against his touch hungrily. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as he finger fucked you hard and fast, hitting spots that made your knees weak.
"You like that don't you? Being so dirty in public?" He asked, thrusting deeper into your tight channel, stretching your opening wider. "Telling everyone you belong to me now."
Your mind was lost in the sensations he created; every thrust of his finger inside of you, pushing against sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued to abuse your exposed flesh.
"Yes! Please... Sir..." you panted between heavy breaths, feeling your climax building rapidly within reach. Your squirmed under his hold, begging for release but knowing he wasn't done with you yet.
"That’s my girl," he praised, withdrawing his hand from your dripping wet pussy. Turning around once more, he positioned himself between your spread legs, his member already fully erect and throbbing with desire.
Without warning, he pushed hard, splitting your tight entrance on a single thrust.
You cried out in mixture of pain and pleasure as he began to pound into you, claiming your body brutally yet expertly.
His hips moved in a rhythmic motion, driving deeper than you thought possible, hitting all the right spots inside your core. Each powerful thrust caused you breasts to bounce wildly against his chest, nipples standing erect and begging for attention. Sweat trickled down your bodies, mixing together under the harsh florescent lights above them.
"You like that don't you? Taking my cock right here in my office, where anyone one on the others side of the door could hear your moans?" He growled, while continuing his relentless assault on your tight hole.
Your moans turned into incoherent sounds of pure ecstasy as he continued to ravage your body. Your nails scratched at his back through his shirt’s fabric, leaving shallow marks that only fuelled him further. "Yes! More... Sir..." you begged between heavy breaths, struggling against the hold on your wrists but unable to break free from his vice-like grip.
The combination of pain and pleasure was becoming too much for your fragile mind to handle, and soon enough, you felt the intense orgasm building up inside of your like a volcano about to erupt.
Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slowed down momentarily, teasing your sensitive spots mercilessly before picking up speed again.
"Cum for me, you filthy little thing," he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire. And with those words, you lost control completely, your body convulsing violently around him as waves of pure bliss washed over you. You screamed his name, your climax crashing upon your like a wave crashing onto rocks.
Your entire body shook in the aftermath of your intense orgasm, your legs weakened by the forceful thrusting. Your pussy clamped tightly around his member, milking him dry as he continued to pump into your until finally, he groaned out his own release. Pulling out slowly, a thick stream of hot cum spilled onto your stomach, painting you with his seed.
Panting heavily, he finally released your wrists, allowing them to fall limply beside you. "That was amazing," he complimented, reaching out to stroke your hair affectionately.
He stepped back, admiring his work on your flushed face and disheveled appearance.
Reaching down, he grabbed your discarded panties from the floor and stuffing them nonchalantly into his pocket "Now go clean yourself up in the staff bathroom, before anyone sees you like this."
You nodded weakly, still feeling lightheaded from your intense encounter. Slowly, you wobbled forward, your legs shaking beneath your skirt, and made your way towards the restroom.
By the way, remember the spell he used before anything began, yeah? Actually it was 2, on that block out noise from escaping a finite space aka his office, and the other is one that recorded the events that took place in a selected area.
Was he going to blackmail you with that recording? No. But he might threaten you with it once in while to tease you.
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Honestly Fearne should be banned from being the big spoon ever again. Like girl i love you but i hope Ashton grapples you next time so you stop sleep walking into danger
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I'm about to make so many of these
#also please just pretend that ashton is wearing a sleep mask#thank you#critical role#critrole#critrole memea#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#shadowgast#ashton greymoore#shadowmoore#caleb x essek x ashton#cr memes#cr shitpost#courtesy of me#cr campaign three#crit role#critrole meme#cr3#cr c3
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Good Morning world because I turn on my PC to learn that Callowmoore is Fucking Real!
Fuck Yeah.
#THANK YOU TAL AND ASHLEY!#callowmoore#fearne calloway#ashton greymoore#fearne x ashton#ashton x fearne#rockwild#ashley johnson#taliesin jaffe#critical role#bells hells#cr spoilers#c3 spoilers#Did I mention AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#physically pointing the bottle at Fearne and pickpocketing while kissing Ashton this is everything#get it you two! and get some more while you're at it!#I guess thank you Braius too for suggesting the game even if it didn't go the way he hoped XD#I must consume it all now - in my veins! but I have to work#also both of them sticking it to politicians is funny and a tad on the worrisome but also so funny#chaos lovers loving chaos and being in love with each other's chaos because they're chaotic and in love#tag reader bonus: Ashton still grows flowers out of the stolen chamber pot - they're not delicate but Fearne loves that they try
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luke wakes up in the middle of the night needy as ever, and there’s no reason for him not to help himself out and use his beautiful wife right next to him
warnings: smut -cnc, somnophilia , dirty talk, wet dreams, unprotected sex-
i don’t even know what this is i just got bored and horny
Luke was rutting his hips into the mattress that night. God was that dream so real. He was whimpering and needy and he had you tied up with your favorite vibe on your sore and swollen clit. You knew how much he was stressed and you loved being someone he could take his stress out on.
He was just watching you, slowly stroking himself because it felt so good he just needed to draw it out as long as possible.
You begin your third orgasm of the night as it washes over you and you even manage to squirt a little on the bed. Right away, he pushes his fingers into you roughly and makes you squirt more.
Your moans, oh your moans are what’s getting him off the most. He loves you and your body but your noises, the way you whimper at him, he loves it.
Just as he begins to push his tip into your tight walls his eyes open.
He lets out a heavy sigh once he’s aware of his surroundings. He’s incredibly hard. Luke doesn’t even catch himself when he starts pushing down his boxers and stroking his hard cock.
He sits up in the bed to see you laying on your back with your eyes closed peacefully. He smiles to himself before he peels the covers off of you to find you in a simple tank and panties.
Carefully, making sure not to wake you up just yet, he slips off your soft panties and spreads your legs. He was confused how you still haven’t woken up, but doesn’t dwell on it.
He pushes the tip in and let’s out such a breathy moan, it takes about two strokes before you’re moaning quietly, finally fluttering your eyes open and becoming aware of what’s going on. You’re alarmed at first, but you remember the conversation you had with Luke a few nights prior and immediately relax.
Soon, you focus on the pleasure and feel yourself stretching to his shaft.
“Hey baby. Had a dream. You’re so sexy I couldn’t wait till you woke up. Fuck.”
You giggle tiredly, “It’s okay baby. Love this. Love you fuckin’ me like this.”
His thrusts are deep and sharp and every time your hips meet he stays there for a few seconds, letting you feel his length inside of you.
Luke peppers kisses along your face and anything of your neck that’s exposed.
“You’re so tight holy shit. Can’t even fucking move.” He groans against your ear, softly nibbling at it.
You moan, “Ah. What was your d-dream baby?”
You feel your orgasm start to build up and you can’t take it. This whole moment is so much for the two of you and it’s definitely something new.
“Mm baby. Shit, I uh, had you tied up with a vibe on your clit. And shit it was so puffy- fuck, and you started to squirt all over our sheets. And you were making such pretty noises watchin’ me stroke my cock.”
You let out a guttural moan, “Shit t-that really is a dream,” You giggle.
Luke’s thrusts start to slow as you feel your orgasm. Your vision blurs as you’re already tired yet it’s probably one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. It was such a sensual moment that it made the orgasm last so much longer and feel so much better.
He’s not far to follow, immediately spilling into you as you clench around him and your body shakes. He whines as he starts to suck along your jawline down to your neck.
He collapses on top of you, yet making sure not to crush you as you run your fingers through his hair. He groans against you as you tug on the curls.
“I love you. I loved that. Came so hard, Lu.” You whisper against him.
He shuffles his head along your chest. “Loved it so much baby. Loved it because it was you. Glad we tried it.”
“Goodnight baby boy. I don’t even want to check what time it is, but we should go back to sleep.”
Luke chuckles against you, “Goodnight my love.”
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Ashton Proposes (Mushrooms)
Ashton: (really quickly runs up to Fearne and gets right in her face) Fearne: (softly) Hi. Ashton: (seriously) I have a request. I have a very serious request. Fearne: Lay it on me. Ashton: If we survive this- Ashton: (opening up a small pouch full of weird-ass mushrooms) Fearne: (gasps) Ashton: I stole this off the weird cow one. Would you take half of these with me, and see whatever the fuck happens? Fearne: (completely on board) I absolutely will. Ashton: You’re the fucking best. Fearne: I can’t even believe you chose me for this fun adventure. Ashton: Who else? Honestly, you’re- I would do any fucking stupid thing you were ever down for. Fearne: Promise? Ashton: (kinda soft) Yeah. Ashton: I like you, and I’m bad at this, ‘cause I don’t think about the future, ever, but like- Fearne: I don’t either. Ashton: You’re fun to adventure with. Fearne: (she is so soft for them y’all) You’re fun to adventure with too. I’ll absolutely take those mushrooms with you. See what happens. Ashton: I have no idea what the fuck they’re going to do. Fearne: (puts her arms around them and gives them such a big hug)
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