#he yeed his last haw

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QUINCEY MORRIS DYING AND THEN HAVING HIM SING A SAD COUNTRY SONG AFTER IS FOUL

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take a moment to admire this tombstone i saw today :)

[rowantothegate]

i put hat on gale bc i thought it's look good but then my sister took one look at him and went "guitar riff"

[altrdecho]

I combined every single Tex Mechanica exotic into one big iron

[mytardisisparked]

I think it's a darn shame dueling isn't a thing anymore because I would challenge my one coworker to a duel and win.

[moonlit-minuet]

Quincey Morris as, the Hanged Man 😔

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YOU WILL YEE YOUR LAST HAW

@beekekies

REBLOG WITH A COMENT ABOUT THIS TO CAUSE THE CHAIN REATION!

[see-arcane]

This part focuses on Quincey in particular instead of everyone, "Quincey raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her intently", and I wonder if it connects with what he had said before: "And I promise you, too, that I shall make all certain, for if I am only doubtful I shall take it that the time has come!" Because Quincey is the one who always clocks on the situation at hand first, and patrols for threats (and if he spots one he shoots first asks questions later)

He does clock things very fast and takes action just as quickly. When he's facing the right way.

But in this scene, our favorite Texan isn't looking the right way or even reacting safely as much as he is quick about it. Even if his reaction was entirely innocent surprise, the fact that he made clear how ready he was to serve Mina's euthanasia request--seemingly with more readiness than even Dr. Jack Malpractice who must 'steel' himself to the idea--has absolutely stuck in Jonathan's mind.

Hence Jonathan death gripping the kukri as Quincey gets (to his eyes) the wrong kind of interested.

The whole story could have gone very nasty very fast if Mr. 'You've yeed your last haw' Morris had made a wrong move at that moment.

[doriansredroses]

Quincey Morris has yeed his last haw…

rip Quincey P Morris, we all love you 💔

He died honorably in a Texan fashion.

[eddiemunsonw]

Buzzing Adventures

Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: Your favorite vibrator breaks down in the middle of a pretty neat feel-good session, downright ruining your mood. Luckily, Eddie knows a thing or two about satisfying you as well.

CW/Disclaimer: Ah yes, smut. Vibrators, a very determined Eddie. Established relationship. Humor and fluff.

Author's note: There may or may not be a part 2 to this at some point. Also the header makes little sense, I just wanted to show the skilled pleasure set that is Eddie's mouth and hands in one image.

Words: 5618

As your mind drifted off into your deepest desires, you turned up the vibration. Soft moans escaped your lips as you chased your high, both your hands working hard to get there with the help of your vibrator. Your hips bucked up against it when it didn’t seem to hit the right spot the way it usually would and you slowly realized that the battery was dying.

“Fuck… Not now!” You groaned, tossing it aside to finish it off with your hands instead. It was disappointing. Your hands could do the trick just fine but sometimes you just wanted that extra edge your vibrator could give you. You contemplated going for it again after replacing the batteries but soon came to realize that the batteries had never been the problem. It simply broke. Just your luck. Sulking, you tossed the vibrator in the trash after taking the perfectly fine batteries out again and sighed. You hated buying vibrators. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you never knew which one to pick. The options were endless nowadays. You decided to leave it for now and started on making dinner for you and your boyfriend.

Eddie worked part time at the garage around the corner which usually meant he’d come home greasy and dirty in the worst and best kind of way. Very fuckable, but none of the furniture was quite Eddie-proof when it came to how dirty his work clothes were. After causing a permanent stain on the couch on a particularly heated late afternoon, you had both decided it was best if he just took it all off immediately and only touched anything after getting out of the shower.

It was always easy to hear when Eddie came home. Keys clanging on the trinket that you had made specifically for your keys, shoes being chucked off and his footsteps echoing all the way towards you.

“Hey baby,” he greeted you softly with a kiss on your cheek, making sure he was leaning away far enough. “I’ll be in the shower. Looks delicious.”

“It’s your favorite actually,” you called after him. Eddie let out a happy noise as he rushed upstairs and you smiled to yourself. You weren’t making anything special. Just some pasta recipe that you had tweaked and added things to until one day Eddie had moaned at the first bite and you knew you had done something right.

You were about to serve dinner when you heard his footsteps come back downstairs again and soon enough his arms were wrapped around your waist and your neck was showered in little, noisy kisses.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

Eddie got a drink for the both of you and sat down with a frown. You figured he was just lost in thought about something and focused on filling both your plates, until he spoke up.

“Why is there a vibrator in the bin?”

You groaned and threw your head back in agony.

“It just stopped working all of a sudden, I hate it. I don’t want to deal with buying a new one,” you sighed and sat down as well. As you took a sip of your drink, Eddie gave you a look as if you had just told him something awful. Worse than a sex toy that just yeed its last haw.

“So… did you finish?”

“Hm? No. I was out of it after that. Just gave up.”

Eddie nodded as if he made a deep, thoughtful, very important decision.

“I’ll do it.”

You frowned.

“Do what?”

“I’ll take over. It’s my time to shine baby,” he told you with a grin as he lifted his arms above his head and cracked his fingers. “I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life.”

“It was your dream job to be a vibrator?”

“What? No! This is my chance to prove that I’m better than a vibrator.”

You smiled at him affectionately and leaned over to cup his jaw.

“Oh, Eddie. Baby. You’ll always be better than a vibrator, don’t be silly. It’s just… the functions are nice, you know? Fast, intense, that kinda stuff.”

“I can be fast and intense,” Eddie muttered.

“I’m sure you can babe.” A quirked eyebrow raised on his end. “I know you can.”

“So? Let me prove it to you that I can cover for its absence until…” he sighed, pausing for dramatic effect, “you buy another… or whatever.”

A laugh left your lips and you shrugged, playing it off casually despite the very vivid images playing in front of your eyes. You knew very well what Eddie could do to you with his set of very skilled fingers and tongue. The thought made you push your thighs together.

“You wanna prove that now? ‘Cause I’m still...”

“Still what?” Eddie smirked at you, leaning forward with a smug smile. “Horny?”

Despite the heat that welled up on your cheeks, you decided to tease him right back.

“Yeah. I was actually in the middle of imagining riding your co—”

Eddie’s hand flew up to cover your mouth and a groan escaped his lips. He narrowed his eyes at you while his hand went under the table to adjust himself in his sweats and shook his head.

“You can’t just say shit like that, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

Now it was your turn to smile smugly.

“Little horndog.”

“M’ not little, y’know.”

“Oh I know,” you teased some more, biting your lip as you knew that would drive him mad. Eddie grabbed your face with both hands and gave you a loud kiss on your lips.

“Menace. Is it because you’re in need?”

“It just might be,” you mused. Eddie nodded and got up from his chair, his arousal already evident in his pants.

“Alright. I’ll clean up here, you head upstairs. I’ll be with you soon.”

You shook your head and got up as well, taking both your plates towards the sink.

“Not yet baby, we literally just ate.”

“Hmmmh fine. I suppose I can wait for my dessert a little longer,” Eddie sighed dramatically, but not before his hand briefly slipped between your legs for a teasing squeeze.

“Ed!” As you tried squirming out of his grip, Eddie pushed you against the counter, his hands on your waist, thumbs pushing under the fabric of your shirt. His lips grazed your neck and as much as your exclaim had tried to slow him down, your body reacted a total opposite. Heat made its way straight to your core as he nudged his hips into you, rocking slowly while he kissed your jawline.

“Wanna eat you out so badly sweetheart. Need’a taste,” he whispered against your skin. As his hands worked their way up, the friction his hips created made you whimper slightly. His hands gently cupped your breasts and you had to bite down a moan. You had felt worked up for so long that his voice did a number on you (more than usual) and his warm breath tickled your skin.

“Keep talking like that and there’s no need, babe,” you groaned.

“Oh? Sweet pussy’s all wet for me already, huh?” Eddie muttered softly, lips briefly brushing yours. Another whimper left your lips. That bastard. He smirked at your reaction and brought his lips close to your ear again. “You do realize that whether or not you come right now, my dessert’s still waiting for me behind those soaked panties, sweetheart?”

And just like that, he moved back and resumed cleaning up the table as if he hadn’t just riled you up fifty times the amount you already had been. It had actually been like… ten, but seeing him all dirty from work added another five. You couldn’t help it. With all of his latest efforts, you were ready to jump him on the spot.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you announced tight-lipped and you noticed the hint of a smile on Eddie’s face just as he turned away from you.

“Good girl.”

*-*

As you lay there, you wondered whether you should just take off your clothes already. Get it out of the way. You listened to the distant noise of pots and pans being put back into their respectful places and sighed to yourself. It felt impossible to relax despite the fact that you and Eddie had had sex lots of times. Lots. Of. Times. You were simply nervous because you didn’t know what to expect. He was a god at eating you out, treating your cunt like it was his last meal every time he indulged himself. He always made it sound like it was his treat rather than yours. Thinking about his tongue between your legs made you squirm and you wondered what his plan was to “replace your vibrator”. You knew he had ambition for the weirdest things (you loved him for it), but this was a new one.

Just as you were pushing your leggings down your legs, Eddie walked in. You hadn’t even heard him walk up the stairs.

“Starting the striptease without me? How dare you,” Eddie tutted as he sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying how him watching you made you squirm. It would simply never bore him. You shook your head.

“Not a striptease. Just a girl trying to get out of her goddamn leggings before her boyfriend showed up.”

“Strip for me anyway, though?”

It wasn’t a question even if he made it sound like one. Eddie’s eyes watched you intently as you rid yourself of your leggings, socks joining in before you started on your T-shirt.

“Everything?”

“All of it. Wanna have free range to play with your tits baby.”

His hands already worked up and down your calves, fingertips inching closer to your panties every time he passed your knees. By the time you had lost every piece of clothing on your top half, his fingers finally curled around your panties and pulled them down. Your arousal was clear as day and Eddie moaned at the sight. Once he had taken them off, he gave you one look before he stretched the fabric with both hands and took one, broad lick of your juices that had leaked onto it. He closed his eyes as he did it, moaned when he tasted you on his tongue. And this was only the beginning.

Eddie put your panties aside and stripped himself all the way down but left his boxers on. He nudged you to scooch up and spread your legs generously so he could properly lay down between them, headfirst.

The first time you felt his lips between your legs was when he kissed your inner thigh. Slowly, with purpose. His tongue dragged over your skin and his eyes fluttered shut just like yours did. As impatient as you often felt, you would rarely complain and tell him to hurry up. There was something sweet and highly arousing about watching him kiss every sweet spot of your thighs. He loved your curves, loved that he could dig his hand in and give it a jiggle. It used to embarrass you until Eddie got upset on behalf of your thighs as they were the most glorious thighs he had ever seen. He made you learn to slowly love yourself. How could you not, when a guy like him, when your Eddie, treated your body like his treasure? Self loathing came more difficult when your boyfriend seemed to melt at the sight of you. Got hot and bothered at your slightest touch and looked at you as if you were his dream come true.

You were in such a daze while enjoying his love, the lips that expressed them as you gazed at his eyes that were closed from pure enjoyment, that you didn’t notice he had reached the middle. Despite his gentle start, you still jolted when he licked a featherlight stripe over your pussy lips, matching the groan that left his mouth as well. He was too eager and indulged himself immediately, licking away strongly as you gasped and tried to remain somewhat human as your soul left your body.

“E-Eddie— fuck—”

Your voice brought him back down from cloud nine and he rested his cheek on your thigh as he pulled away slightly after a last, teasing lick.

“What setting do you want? Soft, hard, pulsating? Something else I don’t know about?”

A disbelieving chuckle left your lips. He was really serious about this, wasn’t he? As he waited for your response, his hand massages your other thigh, thumb inching closer to your core. He loved to tease.

“How are you even— I like to start slow, work my way up,” you told him softly, knowing there was no way out of this. Your cheeks warmed up as it felt that you were spilling a dirty secret despite him knowing nearly everything about you already. Ever since you started to get intimate with Eddie, communication has always been a priority for the both of you. Eddie simply nodded, lifted his head off your thigh and leaned in, inhaling your scent with a sigh before he nudged his tongue against your clit. You had no idea how he did it, but he was doing it. His tongue moved so quickly against you, yet with the gentle pressure of a low vibration setting, that it felt quite similar. Except… wetter. Warmer. Better. Your back arched, your hand flew to his hair and a warm chuckle escaped Eddie at the confirmation that he was doing something right. His grip on your thighs tightened as he wrapped his arms around, pushing your legs wider and keeping them in place.

“Oh god, Eddie!” 

You squirmed under his touch and you could feel your juices mixed with his saliva drip down between your ass cheeks onto the mattress. The very mattress Eddie was currently gently grinding his hips against. His lips wrapped around your clit to suck on it and it was almost too much if it hadn’t been for the fact that he pulled away from you and made you buck your hips against nothing. He took your hand in his and guided it to his other hand, tapping the dents between his knuckles one by one.

“Left for softer, middle for harder, right for pulsating.” He traced a circle on top of his hand with your finger. “Do that for a surprise and lastly, flat hand on mine means stop. Oh, and use my hair to drag me up or down. ‘Kay?”

You nodded, though you felt compelled to mention that you could also just tell him these things. He smiled knowingly and shook his head.

“Toys don’t talk, baby. Nor do they understand your pleads for mercy. I’m just your toy for the moment, doing whatever it is you like.”

As if those words already didn’t nearly make you come on the spot. You nodded again, rested your hand near his own as he took hold of your thighs again, only this time he didn’t keep you in place. Tentatively, you tapped the dent between his first and second knuckle. Immediately Eddie dove back in with enthusiasm. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud countless times and sure enough, when you tangled your hand in his hair to push him down he complied instantly. His tongue dragged through your folds and you could feel a faint buzzing whenever his nose happened to hit your clit. Curiously, you moved your finger between his second and third knuckle.

“Oh fuck!”

Setting one was nothing compared to setting two. It had you clawing the sheets and it took you everything not to immediately squish your legs together. You moved your hips against his face without holding back and a barely suppressed moan left Eddie’s lips. You had half the mind to smile to yourself, as toys also don’t moan, but you knew he’d moan ten times as much had it been any other situation. The guy loved eating your pussy.

“N-Normally I imagine how you moan against me, it’s so— hot, when you do that. It’s like I can almost hear it.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed just a little, as if he was thinking, considering… His moans slowly started to pick up and his hips rutted the bed harder. 

“That’s it, god that’s it, oh god—” 

Your lingering smile quickly disappeared when your finger had, apparently, unknowingly dragged a circle over his hand. Your vibrator definitely didn’t have this setting. He spit straight onto your clit and sucked it between his lips. Without losing suction, his tongue grazed over it in rapid speed making you moan loud enough for the whole block to hear you despite your closed windows.

“Eddie, Ed, fuuuuck baby please!”

You could only chant his name as your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you had never experienced. Your legs squeezed together while you rode his face, hand guiding his head by grasping his locks not too gently. He groaned softly, loving how you used him until it became too sensitive. Normally Eddie would move away from you at the perfect time, knowing your bodily reactions well enough to know when to pull himself off. Except… he didn’t stop this time. You let go of his hair but his tongue followed when you attempted to move and you desperately tried to remember the sign for stop in your dazed state. Was it two fingers between his knuckles? Your legs started to shake as he started to slowly pulsate his tongue against your clit. Wrong gesture. Had this one even been mentioned? Was it a combination? Another attempt got him to speed it up and your hand flew back to his head again as you tried to pull him off. Apparently that was not part of any setting.

“I f-forgot—” you mewled and the softest chuckle left him. “I’m- I’m gonna—”

A second orgasm followed quickly and you grasped his hand desperately, finally making him stop. He selfishly delayed moving back completely by noisily lapping up all of your juices first, as he simply couldn’t help himself. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his whole face gleamed in a mixture of sweat and come. He crawled upwards and laid down next to you, taking you in with a lazy smile before he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand and gave you a kiss. You kissed him back eagerly, your fucked out state wanting nothing more than his sweet touches now. His hand came up to cup one of your breasts and he gently started playing with it. Squeezed and jiggled it, flicked his thumb over your nipple until it hardened again. He often played with them when you were both just relaxing in bed, or the couch, or wherever else his hand would naturally be close (in a private setting - most of the time).

“Hey baby,” he whispered softly before pressing another kiss on your cheek this time. “Forgot to play with your tits so I’m catching up now. You mind? Don’t want them to feel neglected.”

You were still catching your breath so you simply nodded and relaxed your head against his shoulder. His hand occasionally moved from one breast to another, his tongue poking out in concentration sometimes.

“What about you?” 

Eddie looked down at his underwear that didn’t really reveal anything at the moment and smiled bashfully, his face disappearing into your neck out of shyness. 

“Uh. Eating you out was enough for me baby.”

A smile teased your lips and you combed your fingers through his hair. You left kisses along his temple and let your hand wander down his chest to his stomach. His breath hitched just a little and when your hand disappeared into his boxers and you wrapped your hand around his half hard erection which was slick from the come that had dripped down. He bit your neck and whimpered.

“I think you’ve got one more in you, what do you say baby?” Your whisper had him buck his hips into your hand. His teeth sunk in harder followed by licks to soften the burn and his voice was more of a whine when he spoke.

“Please.”

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You were watching a movie, but you weren’t exactly watching it. Your eyes were focused on the screen, sure. But your mind was with the cock your hand was wrapped around while your thumb spread around the precome that had gathered at the top. Not only that, your mind was also very much with the fingers teasing your clit menacingly slow. You both loved to spend about a whole movie duration teasing each other before you had sex. You didn’t always last until the end of the movie before you hurried to the bedroom and sometimes all the action happened while some talk show ran its course. Today it was a matter about who would give in first. Judging by Eddie’s short bursts of breaths, you guessed it would probably be him.

Your mind wandered off to two weeks ago, when he decided to be your vibrator for a day. You have had plenty of sex since then, but not… Like that. That had been something else. He had bought you a new one shortly after, with all kinds of new functions you hadn’t even tried. Your distraction was noticeable in your actions as your hand slacked in movement and Eddie tilted his head to the side as he impatiently bucked up into your hand once.

“Where’s your pretty head at?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Uh-huh, gathered. ‘Bout what?”

“Well… now that you got me a new vibrator… Does that mean you’ll be out of service?” You asked him with big doe eyes. Eddie snorted and bit his lip to let his self satisfactory grin pop up a little slower.

“Baby, the Munsonator is at your service anytime you want. Just let me know so I can down some caffeine first,” he told you with a hand on his chest and a salesman grin.

“Munsonator?” You giggled and Eddie slapped your clit playfully, making you yelp. He scolded you softly.

“Don’t laugh. I believe you gave it a 20/10 review last time. Better get used to the name cause it ain’t changing.”

You stroked him a little tighter, making him whimper and look at you offended. A shrug.

“You slapped first.” 

“But you like that, baby.”

You glanced at him seriously and slowly but deliberately spread a new serve of precome around the head.

“So do you, it seems.”

“When you squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? Of course something slips.”

“Mhm sure,” you sighed and loosened your grip to the point that you were barely touching him. He only lasted about fifteen seconds before he started to complain and searched for friction by moving his hips around.

“Oh come on, baby.”

You continued.

“Sweetheart.”

A smirk teased your lips but you didn’t budge. Suddenly, the phone went off and Eddie got up to pick it up but not before slicking his fingers through your folds and sucking them clean as he walked away with a shit-eating grin at the sudden whimper that left you. You couldn’t follow the conversation but when Eddie returned, it was obvious he wasn’t happy.

“Rain check, princess. Idiot Gareth’s car won’t start. I bet he barely even tried.  Asked if I could pick him up at a bar he just called from. So…”

Eddie palmed himself, the head of his dick still poking out above his waistband from the half assed attempt to pull them up just now.

“Shit. Why did he have to call, man,” he groaned, rubbing his free hand over his face. You wordlessly beckoned him closer with your fingers and the subtlest hint of a smile and mischievous glint in his eyes popped onto his face. Once he stood in front of you, your face was lined up perfectly with his cock as it had many times before in that exact position. He cupped your face, smirk widening as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Gonna help me out real quick, sweetheart?”

A teasing grin grew on your face as you nodded. “Didn’t tell you to come here for no reason big boy,” you mumbled while your hands already pulled his boxers back down. As you moved your hand towards his mouth, he knew to spit and did so after licking your hand. Just because he could. You rolled your eyes lovingly and started pumping his hard length with the slick that he had gathered for you and soon enough he threw his head back with a groan. His hand flew to your hair, keeping you in place as he thrust himself forward. He looked down, eyes lustful. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Can I please fuck your face baby, please please please?”

Three quick taps against his thigh sufficed for your answer and he wasted no time thrusting his hips back and forth into your warm mouth. Whenever he took control, he often didn’t last long. Got the job done with an overwhelming enthusiasm. He could do it slowly, obviously, but in situations like these the goal was to come quickly. He whimpered, words leaving his lips hard to decipher as he got closer to his release.

Hips stuttered as his breath hitched, a groan loud enough to wake the neighbor’s hamster escaped his lips as he released himself into your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck,” he was rambling now, chasing the remnants of his high as he scrunched his brows together. “FUCK. Baby…” It was a near whine that slipped from his lips when you let go of him with a pop of your lips and licked him clean from whatever cum had slipped past. He cradled your cheek, watching in awe as he nearly always did. Always in disbelief that you were his.

“Now, off you go,” you told him with a sweet smile before you pulled your shorts back on and got up from the couch to give him a kiss. You knew he wanted it. The man loved tasting himself on your tongue. Before Eddie could lose himself in your kiss, hands digging harshly into your sides, you leaned back and pecked him one last time on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you tenfold when I get back. Promise. ‘Kay?” He gave you a nod for emphasis.

“I’ll be waiting.”

And waiting you did. 30 minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two. It wasn’t the first time that a quick visit to Gareth turned into a whole evening and normally you wouldn’t mind as much. But he promised. Besides, you had no idea what to do with dinner now. Did he have some yet? Were you getting takeout? Should you just order for yourself? You were slightly worried, but since it had happened before you tried to shake it off. Since you weren’t really hungry, but still quite horny (thanks for nothing, Eddie), you made your way to the bedroom and grabbed your brand new vibrator. Well, brand new save for a few times. You were still getting used to all the extra functions the old one didn’t have. The fact that it wasn’t just a straight stick but rather one that aligned better with your body was also new to you. It was easier and more comfortable to insert and it even came with a part that hit your clit just right simultaneously. To top it all, it had a suction function you found a little intense still and five vibrational settings instead of three. Eddie had really gone all out with getting you a new one.

Once you made yourself comfortable, you started by using just your hand at first, gathering slick from between your folds to spread all over to help the toy along in its movement. Upon trying the suctioning again, your hips bucked as the feeling brought you back to Eddie’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently. Your hips bucked again involuntarily and gasps escaped your lips as you found the perfect angle to pleasure yourself on all your favorite spots. With your free hand, you teased your nipples to become even harder and you let your legs slack onto the bed. Moans left your lips with smaller intervals, the intensity of the toy picking up.

You didn’t hear him come in and loudly complain about Gareth. Moaning his name became your one and only priority and only when you suddenly felt a pair of lips wrap around your free nipple, your eyes opened. You were so close when he kissed you feverishly, tongues fighting for dominance as his hand wandered down to your core. With a quick but sudden motion he swatted the vibrator away, leaving it to gently buzz elsewhere on the bed. The helpless whimper that left you would have left him feeling guilty if he hadn’t already planned to blow your mind. He wandered down with ease to take over what he had taken away moments before and with only his tongue he managed to give you the most intense orgasm you had had in weeks. He overstimulated you a little until you begged him to stop and something told you he was punishing you for continuing on your own.

“Eddie, please,” you whimpered, hand tugging on his hair not too gently. He smirked and kissed his way back up your body until he could lay down next to you at eye level. His eyes met yours, hand coming up to smooth down your hip. The buzzing of the vibrator entered his mind again and he briefly scowled as he reached back to turn it off.

“What do you have that I don’t, huh?” He mumbled to the vibrator as he moved it around in his hand. He couldn’t help but wonder about it all. A smile played on your lips.

“You should try it. I bet it can feel good for you too.”

Eddie turned his head in surprise, cheeks heating up as he put the vibrator back down on the bed. It was as if you had read his mind.

“Uh…”

“If you want to, of course. I mean… it’s pretty great but if it’s not your thing—”

Eddie shook his head a little too eagerly for someone who had never thought about using a vibrator on himself. You figured as much, with all the “subtle” questions he’d had about it.

“No, no, I want to, I just… I thought maybe you’d find it… weird?” he said hesitantly, trying to avoid your gaze a little.

“Why would I find it weird?”

A shrug.

“Because.”

“Baby, I’d find it hot.”

Eddie lifted his head again, looking at you for sincerity. To make sure you weren’t making fun of him. He knew you wouldn’t, you would never. But still.

“Really?” He sounded hopeful and it was at that moment you were certain he had been curious for a while. You took his hand in his and nodded.

“Really. So hot. Wanna see you fall apart when you use it. Maybe… I could use it on you sometime. But you should probably explore yourself first, I think.” you told him softly. His fingers pressed against yours until they slid between the gaps and he sighed, eyes on your interlocked hands.

“Dunno about that. I kinda like the idea of you being with me, guiding me through it or whatever.” He was properly blushing now and he looked quite endearing.

“Baby. I’d love nothing more.”

His shoulders sagged in relief and he gave you the sweetest kiss.

“Alright, then I really want to try it.”

FIN

[unaliver]

More synonyms:

sleepin wit da fishes

cashed in their chips

six feet under

kicked the bucket

pushin up daisies

takin a dirt nap

beefed it mega hard

kicked the oxygen habit

pining for the fjords

croaked

wasted

bit the dust

got murdalized

yeed his last haw

closin her eyes for an extended period of time

went to live at the big farm

presently hunting down reagan/kissinger

she's riggin her mortis

turnin into plants

rolling in the deep

he earned a living but now he's livin in an urn

she's denaturing

off to join the skeleton war

wearing a wooden onesie

Tag yourself, I'm off to join the skeleton war

Call me mortis the way im rigging her

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Under Orders - Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5

Pairing: Dom!Marshall x reader x Dom!August

Summary: The long-awaited weekend with both of your guys has finally arrived...

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, BDSM, D/s dynamic (technically D/s/D), praise kink, bondage, oral sex (f receiving) (m receiving, face fucking), p-in-v sex (unprotected, creampie), anal sex (toys, fingering, p-in-a) (f receiving) (unprotected, anal creampie), double (and technically triple) penetration, slight hurt/comfort, use of pet names/titles (Daddy, Sir, princess, kitten, sweetheart, love and darling), established relationship, extra light dacryphilia, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, slight humiliation/degradation, slight objectification, bratty behavior, punishment/funishment, Also check-ins, aftercare and some polyam vibes... Tell me if I missed any because... Yeah, it's a lot.

A/N: Alright! You were all promised a weekend with both of your men and oh boy, it's here and it's a LOT. I had a ton of fun writing this. I think we're done now, but I'll keep these guys in mind in case inspiration strikes at some point...

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You have to get dressed because ‘Marshall is coming over to watch the game', which is bullshit; they just want an excuse to have you sit pretty and get wet for the first part of the night. With a bit of luck – just a teensy little bit – it’ll mean lots of ‘pre-game’ cuddles for you.

The downside: you have to pick something to wear that will rile both of your guys up without making it seem like you dressed up for one or the other – which means your whole wardrobe is entirely useless. It’s a massive luxury problem you’re having, for sure, but it’s still a problem, and it’s still going to need a solution.

August finds you in front of your dresser, surrounded by a few tiny piles of expensive lace. He leans nonchalantly in the doorway, looking at you with one eyebrow raised, and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” There is a hint of amusement in his voice that makes you want to lunge for his throat – but you don’t. Instead, you decide to go with the truth. Anything else would be a massive mistake, considering the night you’re about to have. So you get up, and fall down on the bed with a sigh, which is enough to prompt August to come over and sit next to you.

“I’m nervous,” you say softly, as if you’re embarrassed. You aren’t – not consciously, anyway. If there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that you love having them both near you, but if any of your hunches regarding the events of this evening are right, you’re in for a wild ride. It’s definitely anxiety-inducing. You can tell August swallows a chuckle when you tell him about your concerns – not because he thinks your fears are funny, but because he thinks they’re silly.

“I promise we’ll keep you safe, darling.” He leans in to kiss you. It’s just a soft peck on your lips, but it really helps settle your nerves. Your voice is stronger, steadier, now that you’re slightly calmer, and you tell him that’s not what you’re worried about, per se.

“What if I can’t do it?” He instantly knows what you’re referring to, of course, and a smile spreads across his face.

“Then it’s not happening. There’s a million other ways for us to enjoy our favorite little toy.” He says it so casually, as if he isn’t comparing you to a lifeless object to be used for his pleasure – well, his and Marshall’s. You hide your face in the duvet as he says it, knowing he can tell you’re turned on by it.

“Do you want me to help you pick something?” He asks when you will yourself out of hiding again, and he seems surprised when you shake your head.

“No, I want you to make a decision for me, Daddy,” you say softly, shifting positions so that your head is in his lap. August thinks about his answer for a moment before apparently deciding he’s willing to help you out.

“Shower, shave, hair, make-up.” Absolutely not a request – and also very clear instructions that are easy to follow, and that’s exactly what you were hoping for. You immediately get off the bed and make your way to the bathroom.

“Oh, and darling,” he says just before you’re out the door, “no red lipstick. It makes you look like such a whore.” You know he’s teasing you – he likes red lipstick on you on occasion, he’s just telling you he prefers something… sweeter for tonight. Still, something inside you feels the desperate need to just disagree.

“But, Daddy,” you say innocently, “what if I want to look like a whore?”

“I don’t think my orders are up for debate, kitten,” he says sternly.

“Pink isn’t going to make me look like any less of a slut when it’s smeared all over my face and your cock.” Your innocent voice has disappeared, and your statement is completed by the most challenging eyes you can conjure up. It takes everything you’ve got to not lose control of that gaze when August gets up and paces to you.

“Darling, Sir may enjoy this attitude, but if you keep this up with me, you won’t be able to sit by the time he gets here.” There’s a large, warm, incredibly distracting hand at the back of your neck, its thumb effortlessly stroking up and down your throat, reaching all the way across it with ease. Before he speaks again, that hand tightens slightly, making you gasp: “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you answer, and the pressure around your throat disappears again.

“Good girl.”

You take your time in the bathroom, and when you’re finally done and ready to come out, August is laying on the bed, reading a book. As soon as he sees you, he puts it away and sits at the edge of the mattress, signaling you to come closer.

He gives you a quick once-over once you’re in front of him – the ultra-light version of a genuine inspection – and nods approvingly. Your eyes widen in anticipation when you see your favorite toy laying on the bed. August pulls you in so you’re standing between his knees, and kisses the naked skin of your stomach softly.

You chuckle as the coarse hair of his mustache tickles you, and he hums softly when he hears it. Suddenly, his hand lands on your ass. It’s a playful smack, but he’s strong, so it still hurts quite a bit.

“Get on the bed, darling,” he says as he taps the mattress. You know he likes to watch you as you prepare yourself for the plug – which has become second nature by now, anyway – and you put on a bit of a show for him.

“Kitten, don’t get in trouble before Marshall even gets here,” August says, laughing at your suddenly somewhat scared expression. “Put that where it belongs and get dressed, my angel.” He gives you a soft kiss and another playfully harsh slap on your ass that leaves your cheek stinging.

You look at the things he’s picked for you. You don’t recognize what he’s laid out, but it’s absolutely perfect. He gives you a quick wink before leaving the bedroom, and you smile. August knows how to spoil his girl – it’s astounding how often new lingerie is part of the program. You quickly do as he asks and make your way downstairs just as Marshall steps through the door.

“Hey,” he says as he gives you a hug. He can’t seem to help himself: his hand lightly squeezes your ass while he hugs you, and you laugh. The skirt you’re wearing is short, so his fingers slip underneath the fabric without really even trying. “How are you feeling?” It can be annoying to have to explain everything twice, but tonight you’re grateful they’re both checking in on you.

“A little nervous,” you admit to him with the same hint of shyness in your voice as when you talked to August. Marshall also reassures you that you’re in good hands. Of course you know that. In fact, you’ve never doubted that for even so much as a second, but that doesn’t make the nerves go away. Marshall studies your face for a moment until he’s satisfied nothing else is wrong.

“Pink,” he says softly as he slowly drags a finger along your bottom lip. “I would have preferred red.” You can hear August chuckle from the kitchen, and you pout at Marshall.

“Daddy said it makes me look like a whore.”

“Did he, now?” Marshall raises his eyebrows. You chuckle at the amused expression on his face. Marshall wraps an arm around you and walks you over to the kitchen, where August is getting a drink. “August, why don’t we want her to look like a whore?” He pulls you in front of him, locking his arms around you from behind firmly: escaping him is impossible. August walks over and grabs your hips below Marshall’s arms. You hum when he steps towards you. It’s a very nice feeling, being sandwiched between your men like this. August thinks for a moment before answering Marshall’s question.

“You know my preferences, Marshall,” he says with a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You know mine, Walker,” Marshall retorts, making both you and August laugh softly as you exchange glances. The lingerie you’re wearing is definitely more up Marshall’s alley than August’s. Marshall catches on immediately.

“Now I’m very curious to find out what’s underneath this…” This time he slips his hands underneath your skirt on purpose. August reassures him he’ll like it. It doesn’t help his patience, but you tell him to stop, earning yourself an approving look from August while Marshall whines like a kid – it’s really funny.

“Now you won’t let him look?” August teases before he kisses you. When he steps away, you laugh.

“Well, Daddy, Sir, either you two were planning on having me as your halftime show, or you’re not the men I thought you were.” You can tell from the look the guys share that you’re right.

The three of you get comfortable on the couch; August sprawled out on the chaise, your legs entwined with his, while you snuggled into Marshall’s side. Between the plug and the two pairs of hands roaming your body freely, you find yourself squirming all the way through the first half. So much, that Marshall is already losing his patience. Fortunately for you, his arms aren’t long enough to reach to your ass comfortably. Unfortunately for you, they’re both here tonight.

“August, do me a favor,” Marshall growls as he jerks your shoulders around so you’re mostly laying on your stomach, “smack her for me. Can’t stand this squirming.”

August is happy to oblige, and you shriek at the rough impact of his palm on your ass.

“Thanks,” Marshall says before taking another sip of his drink, and August chuckles.

“My pleasure,” he says.

“Not mine,” you growl, “it was his fault!” You point at August and scowl at Marshall, who raises his eyebrows at you.

“Are you blaming Daddy for your squirming, darling? I don’t think that’s fair.” He looks at August. “Do you?”

“I think she can either be a good girl and take this,” August replies, and he softly strokes your leg all the way up your thigh, “or you can be a good girl and take something far more severe.” That’s your cue to scowl at August as well. They both laugh at your reaction and continue touching you until you can’t wait for half-time any longer.

When it finally rolls around, August orders you to stand up and take off your skirt and top. To your surprise, Marshall turns off the TV.

“Aren’t you going to…” You don’t get to finish your question.

“We thought we shouldn’t make you suffer through the second half,” Marshall says. You’re just glad it wasn’t a particularly exciting game. They definitely would have finished watching it if it were. You rolled your eyes at the thought. Men. Incorrigible, as always. Marshall carefully tests the coffee table with his foot.

“How sturdy is that thing?”

“Strong enough to support her weight,” August answers offhandedly, but with a suspiciously sly smile. You flash a more embarrassed one when you remember how you both got that first-hand knowledge.

“Sit,” August gestures to the table, “spread your legs.” You do as you’re asked, immediately. For the first time, Marshall takes a moment to appreciate the underwear you’re in.

It’s not a color August prefers on you – too dark for his tastes – but Marshall seems to love it. Your heart rate quickens as you sit there awaiting further instructions, but you don’t get any. The only thing August says is a reminder that you are their halftime show.

“Or should I tell you what not to do?” Marshall winks as he says it. You smile back at him while you lean back a little and drag a hand from your knee to your thigh. The guys exchange glances and then look back at you, waiting for you to make a move, but you’re frozen. It doesn’t take long before they’re both by your side, asking what’s wrong.

“It’s the nerves,” you sigh, wishing they wouldn’t give you a choice. And it looks like your prayers are answered when Marshall yanks your panties down and sticks them in his back pocket.

“I know you can put on a show for me, love,” he says, reminding you – again – of the last time you were together, “now, if you don’t start playing with that pretty pussy soon, you won’t get to do so at all. And for the love of God, stop squirming.” Your nerves quiet down as soon as you’re told what to do.

“Am I allowed to come, Sir? Daddy?” The guys exchange looks again when you ask and August steps up for this one.

“Sure,” he says, which seems to surprise Marshall.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows at August, who pulls his face into a smug grin.

“Yeah, why not?” he says. “Better make them count, though.” Oh, that doesn’t sound good.

“What are you thinking, Walker?”

“I’m thinking five for every orgasm she has,” August says. That’s definitely not good. Or maybe it is, you haven’t decided yet.

“Each side?” August nods in reply, and Marshall considers that for a moment. “Not ten?” He seems vaguely disappointed, but also looks on board with the idea.

“She’s been good,” August answers plainly, and Marshall agrees with him.

It does something to you when they talk about you like you’re not there. Even when they talk about spanking you every time you come. They get back on the couch and look at you as you slowly open your legs again.

You can clearly feel your pulse between them, and you know there’s no way in the world you’re not soaking wet right now. Leaning back on one arm, you raise your feet, putting them on the edge of the table, spreading yourself wider as you run your fingers through your folds.

It’s tempting to just tease a little before giving up, but they’ll never go for that in a million years. They both groan when you bite your lip and look at them. One finger slides into your slick core with ease, and adding a second is no problem, either.

“What’s your problem with the squirming?” August asks Marshall as they’re looking at you. The sudden conversation gives you the same feeling as before, and the urge to please them gets stronger with every move your hands make.

“I’m not sure. Makes me want to tie her down,” Marshall replies to the question. He sounds rather indifferent, but you know he isn’t. Before August introduced you to Marshall, you’d tried some light bondage with him, but it was nothing compared to what Marshall introduced you to. August likes seeing you restrained – Marshall loves tying you up.

“Why don’t you?” The way August says it makes it sounds like an invitation – or you hope it’s an invitation so much that your mind is starting to play tricks on you. Either way; every cell in your body screams with joy at the thought of being tied to the table you’re sitting on. Marshall doesn’t answer, but he gets up from the couch to get something from his bag – and that’s all the confirmation you need.

“Keep touching yourself, darling,” he says to you as he starts securing your ankle to your thigh. You watch Marshall work for only a minute; you know what he looks like when he does this. The concentration on his face, the excitement in his eyes.

You’ll probably get to see it again the next time you spend time with him. What you don’t get to see too often, however, is August as he watches you being tied down to his coffee table by his best friend. His eyes are on you, full of adoration, his breaths are heavy and low growls escape him every few seconds.

The sight alone is enough to bring you to the edge, but watching him reach into his jeans, stroking his cock, getting off on seeing you like this… That’s just too much to handle. You finish hard, and at first you don’t think about the punishment you just earned yourself – until you hear both men laughing.

“That’s five,” August says, looking at Marshall to see if he wants to do something about that immediately.

“She can get them later, I’m not untying her,” is the gruff answer. Marshall secures your other leg, before pushing you onto your back and fixing both of your legs to the coffee table, spreading them as far as is comfortable for you. Since your hands are free, you expect to be asked to continue playing with yourself, but reality has something far more cruel in store for you.

“August,” Marshall asks, a wide grin spreading across his face, “that agreement about the punishment for each orgasm. Does that apply only to the ones she causes herself?”

“I believe I used the words ‘five for every orgasm she has’.” Your eyes are already begging, but you know it’s not going to work.

“Hm. Thought so,” Marshall replies. You don’t like the look in his eyes at all. Before you can decide whether opening your mouth would be brave or stupid – although you should know by now that it’s most definitely very, very stupid – you’re already speaking.

“I thought he was the sadist,” you point at August, who raises an eyebrow in such a way that makes you instantly regret the way you talked about him. And the pointing, you definitely regret that, too. The sting of two sharp smacks on your ass makes you shriek.

“I think it’s best if you don’t talk about Daddy – or me – like that, darling,” Marshall says. Tears sting behind your eyes, still from the impact. He really hit you hard.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Sorry, Daddy,” you say in a small voice. You let your head hang back, over the edge of the table, and just wait.

At first, nothing happens, and the anticipation makes you strain against the ropes that keep your legs in place. Suddenly, rough fingers stroke your wet pussy, and you gasp. Two of them push into you with ease, and just a few strokes – executed with precision – are enough to have you moaning loudly.

It’s only a matter of time before Marshall’s beard tickles between your legs, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. Do you want him to eat you out? Yes, absolutely. He’s so good at it, and it’s going to be absolutely amazing. On the other hand; he’s going to be so mean to you, and you’re going to get so punished when you come…

For a moment, you think about it as if you have a choice, and then you realize you don’t. You’re tied to the fucking coffee table, and there’s nothing you can do to stop either one of these guys from doing whatever they want to you. You really are a lucky girl.

Marshall’s tongue is warm and soft, especially compared to his beard, which is kind of rough against your skin. You gasp when he slowly licks every inch of your pussy before settling at your clit. He works that special spot with deadly precision, knowing exactly what you need, exactly when you need it. It’s amazing.

You’re moaning and swearing, begging him to stop, but you know he won’t. It’s almost impossible to move your hips, but that doesn’t stop you from instinctively trying to grind against his mouth. Eventually, it’s the sound of August’s moans and grunts that take you right to the edge again.

“Stop, please, Sir,” you beg, “I can’t. I’m going to… Please stop!” For a moment, you think it worked, because his mouth disappears.

“August, she keeps telling me to stop,” he says with a devious tone to his voice you don’t recognize – although it doesn’t take a genius to realize it can’t be a good thing, “I can’t work like this.”

By the time you’ve raised your head to look at what is going on, August has left the couch and has made his way to where your head hangs over the edge of the table. You’re screwed – in the best possible way, probably.

“Want me to shut her up?” August asks. The guys laugh as you protest the idea, and you earn yourself a few more sharp smacks to your behind for squirming. You know what’s going to happen, and you’re more than looking forward to it, but you’re not necessarily in a very comfortable position.

“My neck,” you whisper softy, and August immediately moves away, grabbing you a blanket to use as padding between your neck and the sharp edge of the table.

“Better, kitten?” he asks as he gently strokes your cheek. You nod – which feels weird, since you’re practically upside down – and he smiles at you.

“Yes, thank you, Daddy.”

Marshall’s mouth easily finds its way back to your clit, but this time August makes sure you can’t beg him to stop what he’s doing anymore. You raise a hand to his thigh – just in case – and part your lips so he can push his cock into your mouth. August gives you a moment to get used to him before he gently pulls out and slides back. He’s careful at first, but he knows you can take him all the way down in this position, and it doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace.

“That’s it, good girl,” August says, “you’re doing amazing.” Your cheeks heat up when you hear his words, and for a moment you’re distracted from Marshall, who is still going down on you and doesn’t seem inclined to try anything else anytime soon. You just know he won’t stop until you come.

The good news is; you won’t last long. Between Marshall giving head and August fucking your throat – there’s really no reason to try to put a pretty description on that – you’re drowning in sensations, and you’re just one little nudge away from reaching your peak.

Marshall makes it happen when one of his heavy arms travels up your body, reaching for your throat. He doesn’t grab you, just gently lays his hand down, thumb softly stroking the side of your neck as August keeps using your mouth, but it’s enough to pull you over the finish line for the second time tonight. Marshall lets you ride out your high on his tongue, and then he withdraws – August doesn’t, although he does give you a moment to breathe.  

“So, that’s ten,” Marshall says. The amusement in his voice is more than clear.

You hear the familiar sound of a belt buckle being undone, and you moan loudly around August’s cock when you realize what’s next. Soon, you feel the tip of Marshall’s cock push into you, and you moan again. Marshall’s hand is still on your throat, and you feel him pull you down slightly as he sinks deeper into your pussy. The growl that escapes him makes you shiver.

“Fuck, look at that,” August grunts. He’s close, and the view can’t be helping him much right now. You know he loves watching you, whether you’re playing with yourself or getting railed by another guy doesn’t matter much. After a few more brutal thrusts, he warns you that he can’t take it anymore. He does it out of courtesy; it’s not as if you can pull away, he will, or you would want him to.

“She’s so fucking perfect,” Marshall growls and slams his hips against yours as August fills your throat with thick ropes of cum. It’s a struggle to swallow all of it, and you feel some spill out of the corner of your mouth. August makes sure that whatever you couldn’t take in on the first try ends up in your mouth anyway, and you chuckle as you hear him moan when you gently suck on his finger.

“You were right, princess, pink doesn’t make you look like any less of a slut when it’s smeared all over your face like this,” August says as he strokes your cheek. It has to be covered in black streaks from your mascara, and you just know he loves the way you look right now.

“This tight fucking pussy doesn’t help, either,” Marshall says through clenched teeth in between heavy breaths. “God, you’re such a perfect little fuck toy.” He grunts as he comes, sliding deep into you one last time. He takes a moment to admire what he’s done to you before he starts to untie you.

While Marshall puts the ropes away, August gathers you into his arms and carries you back to the couch. You curl up in his lap, resting your head on his chest, catching your breath while you’re listening to the fast beating of his heart. If this already has you worked up like this – something you’ve actually done before – then how are you ever going to survive what you’re actually trying to achieve tonight?

“Good girl,” August groans into your ear as he traces the marks the ropes left on your legs, “you looked so pretty, princess. You’re so perfect.” His praise relaxes you, and you melt into his arms. It doesn’t take long for Marshall to join you, and you lean your head back against his chest. Having both of them hold you like this makes you wish they’d never leave, that you’d always get both of them, but you’re afraid that’s just going to be a fantasy forever.

“So, darling, do you want them now, or all at once when we’re done?” Marshall whispers into your ear when he feels you’ve calmed down sufficiently. You scowl at him, then at August, but there’s going to be no escaping this punishment.

“Daddy,” you whine, but he just laughs.

“I didn’t think so, kitten.” He presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and smiles. “If you’re a smart girl, you’re going to answer Sir’s question before he decides to leave it to me. I don’t feel like hurting my hand spanking you, you know that.” Oh yeah, you know. The last time August spanked you, he used his belt, and you could barely sit for two days. If you let Marshall do this, you’re going to enjoy it at least a little. With August? No chance.

“I’ll take ‘em now,” you growl at Marshall, who raises an eyebrow in surprise.

“Not like that, kitten.” It’s August who calls you out on your behavior. “I think you’re going to ask Sir to spank you, and you’re going to ask nicely. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take over, after all.”

“Would you please spank me now, Sir?” you repeat, avoiding both Marshall’s eyes and August’s as you say it, mostly so you don’t accidentally give any more attitude. August chuckles. You know how much he loves making you ask for your punishment. You’re fairly sure the spanking you’re about to get won’t be the last of the evening, and taking all of them at once when you’re through with the planned program is definitely going to be too much.

You protest lightly while Marshall manhandles you into position, making him laugh. He loves a bit of resistance from you – as long as you’re not squirming. His hands are heavy on the back of your thighs, which are trembling in anticipation.

“Are you alright, love?” There’s genuine concern in his voice, and his hand gently massages your ass. You nod, and not long after, Marshall’s hand makes contact with your skin. He’s going easy on you – very easy – and you just know he’s doing it on purpose. It’s right there in that sweet spot between pleasure and pain that turns you on more than anything else, and slowly but surely, your nerves begin to fade. You let out a soft yelp with each slap, out of surprise and anticipation rather than agony. Without thinking, you move your hand to the base of August’s cock and wrap your fingers around him.

“Come closer, please, Daddy,” you say, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. Marshall isn’t spanking you so hard that you’re afraid you’ll involuntarily clench your teeth, so you consider it safe enough to suck August off. When Marshall is done, you try to crawl out of his lap, but he won’t let you.

“Got any lube on hand?” he asks August, and you’re immediately caught up on what he’s going to do to you next. You whine when he removes the plug you were still wearing and replaces it with his well-lubed fingers. After a while, he seems convinced it’s time for something else, and he orders you to sit on his cock. Of course, you happily oblige.

It’s possible that getting spanked while sucking August off has made you wetter than ever before, and you easily take Marshall all the way into your soaked pussy. He keeps working his fingers into you while he kisses you deeply. August seems to be looking for something else in the meantime, and it isn’t until Marshall lets you go that you can tell what it is. He’s holding a very recognizable, shiny foil square.

“Condoms?” you ask. It’s surprising; you never use condoms with either of them. This feels like a weird time to start.  

“Just in case we need to switch,” August says, “or want to.” For a moment, you want to ask what he means, but then you remember what you’re trying to do here. You take a deep breath when Marshall pulls his fingers out of you, trying desperately to relax when August’s cock slowly takes their place. Or rather tries to, because it’s not exactly smooth sailing at this point. Marshall raises his eyebrows at you when you swear under your breath, but you can’t help yourself. There’s no way this is going to work.  

“More lube, please Daddy,” you whine. Marshall let’s out a low growl; your walls are squeezing him tight as you tense up.

“Relax, love,” he murmurs into your ear, but you shake your head.

“I can’t, Sir. I- Wait,” you gasp. You know you can’t stand to try the same thing – and fail – again, so maybe it helps to change the strategy. Marshall protests when you lift yourself off his cock. Now that you’re not filled up already, August slides into your ass with ease – exactly the way you’ve grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. It takes you only a short moment to adjust and then you slowly sink back down onto Marshall.

Your mouth falls open, you can’t see straight, and there is absolutely no way you can stop yourself from swearing now. The boys are way too caught up in whatever they’re feeling to say anything about it. The sensation is overwhelming, and the feeling of victory when you finally sit all the way down is indescribable.

“Wow,” you choke out between ragged breaths.

“’Wow’ sounds about right,” Marshall snarls through gritted teeth. If he clenches his jaw any harder, you’re afraid he’s going to shatter his teeth.

“Doesn’t begin to cover it,” August says as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. You sit there for a while, getting used to the feeling of being filled by two cocks. And then August moves, and you see stars.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, digging your nails into Marshall’s shoulder. He hisses when you do it, and you give him an apologetic look. “Sorry, Sir.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, “you’re doing amazing.”

“You really are, kitten,” August says. He strokes your hair out of the way and kisses your neck softly. “You’re taking us so well. Both of us. I’m so proud of you.” Their words make your heart swell with pride, but if you had to be perfectly honest; you’re pretty damn proud of yourself, too. The three of you take another minute to adjust to the intense sensations before anyone moves again.

This time, to your surprise, it’s you. You move slowly, careful not to overestimate yourself when you lower yourself back onto the two cocks that fill you up inch by inch until they’re both completely inside you. It’s a seriously tight fit, but it feels so good. The move of your hips become faster as you get used to the way Marshall and August stretch you out, and the moans and grunts that the guys let out follow suit. Soon, your own movements, which are fairly restricted by the position you’re in, aren’t enough.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, and you can tell from the way Marshall looks pasts you that they’re exchanging glances, unsure whether it’s a good idea.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” August asks. The tone of his voice mimics the display of concern that is so clear on Marshall’s face.

“I’m sure,” you say. “Fuck me. I can handle it.”

That seems to convince them, because they both start moving; slowly at first, but picking up the pace as soon as they realize you weren’t lying. They can’t keep the same rhythm, which makes the entire experience rather interesting, and soon enough you feel your next orgasm building inside you. This one, you decide, is going to be so fucking worth it, there’s no way you’re going to even so much as try to deny yourself. Punishment be damned.

Fingers dig into your hips, your shoulders, your thigh. August’s lips move against the skin of your neck so gently it’s almost a ridiculous contrast with the way you’re being fucked senseless right now. When you lean your head back, it hits August’s shoulder, and frees up space for Marshall to kiss the other side of your neck. He never stops thrusting up into you, though. Every move they make is erratic, you’re getting closer with every thrust, and judging from the sounds they are making; so are they.

“Don’t stop!” You hope the words are something resembling intelligible between the moans that roll off your tongue freely, but it doesn’t matter much. “I’m comi- Fuck!”

Apparently the way your body tenses up from your orgasm is something the guys can’t handle: August sinks his teeth into your shoulder while Marshall throws his head back as he fills you up for the second time tonight. While August disappears to take care of some cleanup, Marshall pulls you down onto his cock and against his chest. You kiss his neck softly, earning you some appreciative moans.

“That was very impressive, darling,” he murmurs into your ear. “Do you think you can handle another round?” Another round? Your first instinct is to call him crazy, but considering the proposal for even a second sends shivers down your spine and makes your walls clench around Marshall’s cock. He chuckles when he feels the involuntary reaction of your body to his question.

“Come here,” he says as he moves you around so you’re in his lap with your back against him. He’s almost rough in his movements, impatient.

“Wait,” you say as you bend forward to grab the lube off the coffee table. You have to admit, August does a really good job making sure there’s always plenty in stock. Marshall applies a very generous amount before pulling your legs onto the edge of the couch. It’s genuinely surprising how easily his cock slides all the way into your ass.

“God, who would have thought that another cock was better prep than a few fingers?” You think you think it, but judging from the fact that Marshall laughs, you’ve actually said it out loud. It doesn’t matter; you laugh too – but only for a second. Marshall doesn’t waste any time, telling you to give him a sign if he hurts you and then taking off. His moves are far more gentle than they were a moment ago, but the feeling is no less intense – if you first divide everything you were going through about five minutes ago by two, that is.

In one of the rare moments when you can actually open your eyes, you see August, standing in the doorway. He’s biting his lip and stroking himself. Before you met August you didn’t have yourself pegged for someone with exhibitionist tendencies, but you have to admit; there’s just something you love about him watching you.

“You get off on Daddy watching you ride my cock, don’t you?” The extra effort you put in now that August is watching the two of you hasn’t escaped Marshall’s attention.

“Yes, Sir.” Almost mindlessly, you drop your hand between your legs and you finger yourself to within an inch of your next orgasm. You’re so close to the edge when something pulls your hand away: August.

“Do you want to help me come, Daddy?” He makes you shriek by shoving a few fingers – you’re not sure how many – inside you without warning. He doesn’t need to answer you; the way he curls them deep inside your pussy makes it abundantly clear that that’s exactly what he wants to do, and he does it so quickly that you’re not entirely sure whether you should be ashamed of it.

He keeps his fingers inside you while you ride out your high, but even when you’ve come down you whine when he pulls them out and holds them up to your mouth. Three fingers drum an impatient rhythm on your lower lip.

“Open up, princess,” he says, and you’re more than happy to obey him.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Marshall groans in your ear, “licking my cum off Daddy’s fingers.”

With his fingers still in your mouth, August shoves his cock into your pussy. Your head falls back onto Marshall’s shoulder, and you moan loudly around August’s fingers. The different position and… configuration make everything feel different than before, but it’s at least as good. It doesn’t take long before you’re begging both of them to come inside  you, and it doesn’t sound like they’re far off.

It’s a good thing, because despite the fact that all of this feels absolutely glorious, you’re not quite sure just how much more of this you can take. Meanwhile, the boys seem to have entered into a petty contest to see who can last the longest, but it has them finishing at about the same time. They’re both growling in your ear as they fill you up completely, and they don’t move for a while after they come.

“August, move,” you say rather unceremoniously while pushing against his shoulder. He does as you ask, but gives you a quizzical look. “I really need to not have a dick up my ass right now.” Both of them laugh as you say it, and they help you get up – which is something you desperately need, because standing on your own is a challenge you’re not exactly up for anymore, especially considering the fact that you’re still wearing your heels.

Marshall’s hands grab your hips, and he tries to pull you back into his lap, but you resist him.

“No, I’m all sticky,” you say, but he doesn’t care.

“We’ll take care of that in a bit, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur as you sink back onto his lap and lean against his chest. August sits down next to you and gently strokes your back while pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. None of you speak for a few minutes, until August suggests you take your minute in the bathroom, which you agree to.

“And then I want both of you in the shower with me,” you say. It’s your turn to be stern about this. Marshall can be very good at not stepping on any toes, and last time you were all together he did exactly that, but at the expense of his own needs. Never again. Not on your watch, anyway.

They seem more than happy to oblige, because once you’re done in the downstairs bathroom, they’re nowhere to be found on the ground floor. Once you make it upstairs, where you can already hear the water running, there’s no sign of Marshall. It’s just August, lying in bed, reading. You don’t have to ask the question; the look on your face is more than enough or him, and he points at the door to the bathroom and shrugs. A wave of anxiety hits you as you walk towards the door, and you just fiercely hope that Marshall is okay.

He is in the shower. His back is turned to you, but you can easily tell he’s tense. Without thinking, you join him. The water is colder than you’re used to, and your instinctive reaction gives away your whereabouts.

“I need both of you close to me right now, is that okay?” Marshall doesn’t look at you, and his behavior is starting to worry you. You’ve seen him drop before, and as much as you never want that to happen again, you doubt whether this is the same thing.

“I love you.” He says it like he’s committed a crime – a particularly grueling one, at that – and you can’t help but look at him in surprise. Does he think this is new information to you? He’s never said it out loud, but it’s so obvious from everything he does…

You’re pretty sure that there would be tears in his eyes if it wasn’t for the water crashing down on his head. “I’m afraid August is gonna be really mad at me for that.” Both of you turn around when you hear someone behind you laugh as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard in his entire life – and knowing August, it probably is, or he wouldn’t be laughing like that.

“You think I didn’t know?” August casually leans against the shower wall before taking the final steps towards the two of you. “You honestly thought I’d let you near her if you didn’t love her?” You can’t explain how glad you are to hear him say that. It makes admitting to yourself that you love both of them a lot easier for you.

“I’m away half the time, Angel,” August says to you as he wraps his arms around you, “I like to know you’re taken care of by someone who loves you just as much as I do.” His eyes leave yours and he looks at Marshall before he continues: “Someone I can trust.”

You reach around Marshall to turn up the heat of the water, and both Marshall and August laugh.

“Why do you shower in lava?” August asks.

“Why do both of you shower in ice?” you retort.

“How about a compromise?” Marshall proposes, and you are all ears. “We’ll set the water temperature to something that doesn’t melt our skin off, and then we’ll keep you nice and warm?” You pretend to think about that for a moment, until two individual eyebrows are raised and you stick your bratty attitude right back where it belonged. Alright, most of it…

“Ok,” you say slowly, “but I demand to be kept warm all night. By both of you.” You add the last part mostly for Marshall. The last time the three of you spent time together, he’d gone home for the night, but you don’t want that now. He seems hesitant at first, but the look in his eyes disappears when August agrees – seemingly without even thinking about it. You can tell from the way he looks at Marshall that he’d meant everything he had just said.

After they have both agreed to your terms, they get to work on what they’d promised to do. Four hands roam your body freely, squeezing and lingering in all the places they know you love, somehow always finding their way inside you, teasing you until you feel that all too familiar feeling in your stomach. It’s a fantastic shower, without a doubt, it’s just that you doubt whether you’re getting much cleaner…

“Guys,” you say, “stop. I can’t take any more. Please, don’t.”

“Maybe we should listen,” August says, and Marshall raises his eyebrows in surprise. “After all, she still has an open tab for two.”

“Oh god, no. Not tonight,” you beg, “seriously, I…” You want to continue, but you’re shushed by both guys.

“Tonight is done, princess,” August says, “you’re done.” Suddenly, a wave of complete exhaustion washes over you that threatens to make your knees give out.

“It’s okay,” Marshall murmurs in your ear while he runs his hands over your back, “let’s get you to bed, okay?”

The guys get you ready for bed as if you have ‘handle with care’ tattooed on your forehead, and you smile all the way through it. They dry you off so carefully that you have to ask them to hurry up a bit, causing all three of you to laugh. Soon, you are in bed, which is a whole process of finding out which of whose limbs go where, but when you finally settle into a position that is comfortable for all three of you, you all sigh.

“Comfortable?” August asks, and you can’t do anything but nod and whisper the softest ‘yeah’ against his skin. He kisses your forehead just as Marshall does the same to your shoulder. “Good.”

[hannahhook7744]

Stormbringer Crew Incorrect Quotes (Part 5);

Harry Hook: You fight like my sister!

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard, being a smart ass: I've fought your sisters. That's a compliment!

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Barnaby Teach, son of Black Beard *Jumps out of nowhere* We meet again!

Hannah Hook: I saw you three hours ago!

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Hannah Hook: Hello Captain Beardless.

Barnaby: I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALL ME THAT!

Hannah Hook: And I told you to pick on someone your own age.

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Hannah Hook, drunk on soda: I'm telling you man, she digs ya.

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard, also drunk on soda, groans: Another graveyard joke?

Hannah: Shut up, we both know you thought it was funny.

Luke: And we both know you have a thing for the prince of Arendelle yet you haven't done anything.

Hannah: Don't throw stones in glass houses.

Luke: That's not even how that saying goes!

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Darcy *stares at all nine of her siblings, who are gathered in the 'med room' suspiciously* What do you want?

Alex, playing with a knife: You gotta help us doc, we've tried nothing and we're all out of ideas

Darcy: Help you with WHAT?

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River Le Beak, holding his beanie to his chest as he stands on a sinking rowboat: Looks like we've shivered our last Timbers, mateys.

Hannah, shooting him a disgusted look: I'm revoking your pirate card.

River, gasping dramatically and hugging Luke: No captain! Please, anything but that!

Luke, playing along: Not the pirate card! What are you gonna do next? Give us the black spot?

Skia, glares with water up to her ankles: if she doesn't, I will.

Zee, five inches away on the dock: You guys know you can just step onto the docs right?

All *shushes her*

Zee, looks to Peachy and Remi: would it be a mutiny if I tossed a cannon ball in their rowboat to make it go down quicker?

Peachy: YES!

Remi, grabbing his guitar: Oh there once was a row boat that went to sea, that got on the wrong side of a pirate named Zee~~

*Dodges rotten tomato*

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Joy Foxworth, pointing at Tulip with a squirt gun: You've yeed your last haw!

Tulip, pointing back at her with own squirt gun: No I haven't, partner.

Hannah Hook, baffled from the tree, forgetting she's supposed to be hiding: WHAT LANGUAGE ARE YOU GUYS SPEAKING?!

Peter Pan, sprays her with a water cannon filled with something that is not water causing her to fall out of the tree: COWBOY!

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Random AK: Having Vks in Auradon is all fun and games until they're on the opposing dodgeball team!

Kyle White: That sounds like a skill issue to me.

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Amira: YOU FOUGHT WHOMST WITH A WHAT WHEN YOU WERE HOW OLD?!

Hannah, confused: What are you referring to?

Amira: Aziz said you told him a story about your childhood—

Hannah, realizing what she's talking about: Oh I stabbed a kidnapper with a fork when I was three.

Amira: YOU WERE NEARLY KIDNAPPED?!

Hannah: Yeah, hasn't everyone nearly been kidnapped at one point?

Amira: NO!

Hannah, not believing her: Oh sure. Next thing you're gonna tell me is that there isn't a Creeps Peak and Cannibal Cove everywhere-

Amira: THERE'S NOT-

Hannah: And that not everyone gets death threats as children-

Amira, eye twitching: Stay here, I need to go take my Tiger for a walk to Beast Castle.

Hannah*laughing* That's a funny joke Amira- hey where'd she go?

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Tulip Rossi, Zee Snoops, Evie, and Luke Tremaine-Westergaard: SURPISE MAKEOVER!!

Hannah Hook, running: NO NO NO NO!

Luke: YOU CAN'T OUTRUN US FOREVER!

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Hannah, half asleep and looking through her spy glass: SWOGGLE MY EYES IT'S MERMAIDS!

Moxie, amused: Describe 'em.

Hannah: There's a tan one with a gold and black tail that looks like sequins and one with a blue and black tail and an afro, a buoy grave, and a baby one-

Rian Frankenstein-Van Helsing, not even bothering to look up from his marine biology book: That's just Misty, River, Shania, and Toby, captain.

Hannah, embarrased: Oh.

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Hannah at 3am: Do you guys think other types of bending exist that were forgotten to history? Like bone bending?

Luke at the end of the bed: I think that's just breaking bones.

Drizella, who came to check on Luke: When on earth did you get here?

Hannah: about 11?

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Luke: Hey Darcy, are you Christmas? Because I wanna marry you.

Darcy:

Luke: I'm guessing that's a no until I propose in a non corny way?

Darcy, nodds:

Hannah off screen: I told you she was gonna say no if you did it that way!

Luke: SHHH!

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Kyle, in a silly voice: Yarr, I be a pirate, maties. Arrrg!

Hannah, looking at him as if he just shit in her cereal: I can't belive you've done this.

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Moxxie laying on a beanbag: Christmas gets so much harder the older you get. What do you want for Christmas? I don't know! Financial security? To not almost die for a week? Socks? I don't know! What about you guys?

Rian: I want to be as smart as I was before I got brought back to life.

Eduardo Frollo: My father dead.

Parker McLeach: A gun.

Hannah: To be normal.

Haul Bjorgman: My depression to go away.

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Hook: Okay which one of you gave my daughter a real golden sword and who taught her slang?

Hades, drinking out of a gauntlet: She won a ship, I thought she deserved a reward.

Hook: Did you teach her the slang?!

Morgie: What slang did she use?

Uliana, amused: And how does this slang relate to the sword?

Hook: She named it the nut slicer!

Hades *does a spit take*

Persephone *chokes on her cereal*

*Meanwhile elsewhere, Maleficent can be heard cackling*

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Hannah, near tears: Alex I did something terrible!

Alex, the son of Helga Sinclair and Hades: Don't worry, I have a shovel! *Taps ground with shovel*

Hannah, vaguely terrified: Wait what? What do you think I did?

Alex, a mad glint in his eye and a wild smile on his face: It doesn't matter because no one will ever find out.

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Kidnapper: We have your son.

Haul, confused: I don't have a son.

Kidnapper: Then whose watering and talking to my plants while blasting heavy metal music?

Haul: Oh my god you have Noah. His siblings are going to kill you.

Kidnapper: Hey buddy don't you threaten me.

Haul: I'm not threatening, I'm warning-

*A loud crash rings out over the phone followed by glass breaking, swearing, and screaming*

Darcy: Hey Haul.

Haul: Hey Darcy, Hannah told me to tell you and the guys to be at the ship tonight because we're having a party.

Darcy: Will be there.

*Phone hangs up*

Haul: Well I did warn them.

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Olivia, Gaston's daughter: In hindsight, having an abusive parent is funny because it's like 'Daddy why you have beef with me, I'm literally three years old and I love you'.

Eduardo, Frollo's son: Ugh, don't remind me. One time my dad yelled at me for drawing too loud.

Luke, confused: How do you draw too loud?

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Darcy: I've got a date with destiny and it ain't gonna end with a kiss.

Noah, confused: Who's destiny?

Darcy: It's just an expression, brother.

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Hans: We have a front door you know.

Hannah, who came in through Luke's window like normal: I know.

Hans *sighs*

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Noah: MY CABBAGES!

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The kids in Hannah's crew: I wanna be just like you when I grow up!

Twenty year old Hannah, suddenly getting flashbacks to every dangerous thing she's ever done *spit take*

Hannah, internally: NO GODS, PLEASE. GODS NO!

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Elara's birth parents *try to take their daughter back after abandoning her on the barrage and causing her to grow up on the isle*

Hannah, pushes the elf girl behind her and glares: SHE'S NOT YOURS, SHE'S MINE!

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Hannah *shooting up in her bed in the middle of the night and accidentally knocking Skia, Luke, and River who she was having a sleepover with out of it*

Luke: OW!

Skia: Hey!

River: Hannah, what the hell?

Hannah, getting horrible flashbacks to her family's partners violent attempts to flirt: HAVE MACON WEST AND OLGA HEARTS BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME THIS WHOLE TIME?!

*Momentarily silence followed by a loud explosion of noise as the other three question if that is the case*

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Hannah: When I was younger I used to set toilet paper on fire and flush it down the toilet for fun and only stopped because I burnt the seat.

Eduardo Frollo: Again, weird but not a sin.

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Luke: One time when I was a kid the toaster caught fire, so I went over to my dad who was arguing with my grandmother and tugged on his sleeve for six minutes till I had his attention and calmly told him the toaster was on fire.

Hannah: Oh yeah I remember that. He was all like 'WHAT? AHHH!' and your grandma asked why we didn't say anything lol.

Kyle: why do you remember that?

Hannah: Oh I was there.

Kyle: ?

Hannah, fondly sighs: Good times.

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Lady Tremaine, impatiently: And if I wanted to sit around all day going nowhere, I’d be a teacher!

Luke, fed up *hits the gas and starts driving recklessly* Got it.

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Lady Tremaine to Luke: You’re not fit to be king of … name a place

Luke: and you're not fit to be a mother, let alone a hair stylist.

*five minutes later*

Luke runs and hides behind Drizella: MOM! GRANDMA'S TRYING TO KILL ME!

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Lady Tremaine, regarding Luke: My third biggest fear: He brings home a whore and says, ‘We’re married!’ Oh, and the whore has bangs.

Darcy: I'm literally right here.

Lady Tremaine, drinking: And I wish you weren't.

Darcy: And I wish you were dead but we can't all have what we want.

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Luke: Your point being- *freezes in horror*

Hannah *staring at him wide eyed*

Haul: Uh... What's wrong?

Luke, screaming: I'M TURNING INTO MY GRANDMOTHER!

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Luke: You know, when I was little I used to pretend you weren't my grandmother.

Lady Tremaine: Me too.

[bloodtwin]

 &&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX. 

@stormweaves sent:

evil puck with the hat like you've yeed your last haw 🤠

❝ Iseris, come closer, dear . . .  ❞  He flicks his wrist. Beckons her towards him with just his index finger. His other hand is tucked behind his back, knife in its grip.

Though the brim of his hat covers part of his face, the sly smile tugging at his mouth remains visible. ❝ I would like to show you something. ❞

[mothbagel]

for art request, could I rq ted in a country boy-esque outfit, like what he might have dressed like if he didn't run away from his family?

he'd be wearing chaps, no doubt about it

his sweater obsession started later in life, but he deff had like a cowboy phase

(also bonus AM, hat courtesy of png arts)

text: youve yeed your last haw, Ted

[25centsoda]

SW Fic - You’ve Yeed Your Last Haw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48349927

Summary: Cowboy Luke Skywalker tries to escape Sheriff Vader, but doesn't even get to his horse. 

Excerpt:

Luke took a long, slow sip from the whiskey bottle, his eyes locked on the poncho-ed figure in a booth across the bar. The other man wore a blood-stained brown hat with a black veil covering his face, and a vest decorated with black pips. Sheriff Vader.

And he was looking right at Luke.