#holster fic

[sunsburns]

imagine asking wade if he still likes you when he’s literally inside you LMAOOO I just know he’d be so flabbergasted

i know a normal people fan when i see one (18+, fluff)

but jokes aside, and dicks inside, wade would likely get whiplash; his head turning so fast he can hear a crack in his neck, staring at you like you're crazy because just seconds ago you'd been running your gentle hands over his skin. your fingers brush against the divots of his scarred skin, your cheek pressed to his chest, humming softly, close enough that your lashes tickle whenever you blink.

wade's a little out of breath, sticky with sweat, and miraculously, rendered speechless. to others, a rarity, but with you, while still rare, is more frequent, especially after sex.

sure, he drops a joke or two, but there is a window where wade likes to sit there, holding you, skin against skin, in silence; listening to the sounds of your shaky breaths as you come down from your high, the sounds of the bedsheets ruffling with slow movements from the both of you, even the sounds of the old crackly fan on his ceiling.

and so, in that small window of silence, the two of you lay there in a warm embrace, listening to each other's heartbeats as wade's dick slowly softens inside you.

but then that small window starts to close, the silence breaking with you. you shift, turning to press your chin against wade's chest while looking up at him, "hey," you whisper, a smile growing against your lips.

"hi," he whispers back to you, but he continues to stare at the window, watching the soft light of the rising sun peeking in through the white lace curtains you picked out, a part of you in the dingy apartment he shared with blind al.

"we've officially gone at it all night. fucking like rabbits. and i can't believe i'm saying this but, i'm fucking spent. i might need a few weeks to recover. i asked for a bone and you threw a whole skeleton at me, peanut."

you snort, rolling your eyes, "yeah, right."

"okay, fine, a week is too long." wade hums, he finds your hair and runs his hand over it, twirling a strand around his finger, "i'll be good as new by tonight or at least by the time you scroll to read another fic of me, of course."

you're still staring at him, and wade, ever the observant, notices. he shifts, sits up, holds onto your waist, and brings you up with him. you have to bite your tongue to hold back a moan, sensitive to the way he's touching you, the way his dick keeps you full.

wade raises his brows (or at least, where his brows would be), "what? is there something on my face? i know i'm ugly but i thought we were past that. your staring is making me a little self conscious, sweetbuns."

"wade?"

"yes, cupcake?"

"do you like me?"

"what-?" he stares at you, eyes wide and nearly popping out of his head. "do i- what? what the fuck kind of stupid ass fuck ass question is that? you think i don't like you? we literally fucked all night. literally did every position in the book. i let you peg me! you might be the only person on earth that matches my freak-"

"yeah, i know but-"

"bitch, i'm literally still inside you."

that's when you can't help but laugh, grinning against his neck when he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. you love the way his body emits warmth, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer like you want to live inside his skin.

wade holds you, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. and he groans loudly when you say, "you never answered my question."

"oh my god," he huffs dramatically, "of course i fucking like you. like no shit."

"okay, great. i was just making sure."

[acciosriracha]

"I thought we'd be doing a lot more bending...and stretching." Malfoy's brows went up. "You're certainly ready for action." Teach Me How To Forget by the amazing @scullymurphy Where Hermione's conscious af about her first-day-of-class outfit as if Draco's literally not checking out her bum.

If you haven't read this fic, you're missing tf out. What's better than hunky teacher Draco and student Hermione? Yeah, I'll wait.

Also I've no clue what wand holsters look like but boy am I 100% certain I want to be one. And pouty Hermione is my new fave thing to draw besides Draco's veiny arms/hands ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[jupio]

fancy seein' you here

(click for the full image quality)

pov you have never done a nature/grassy foreground so it takes you >6 hours and several tutorials and then you STILL have to ask your brother bc it looked Over Rendered and you cant work out how to fix it (basically just screenshots of the process)

+ cursed horse

[qoppybirdie]

Ocelots outfits in the fic A Sunday Kind of Love by theadventuresof! + messy sketch of the scene where ocelot has a fat roll of cash

This is one of my favorite bosselot fics ever…. and i love ocelot’s outfit descriptions. fanfic writers if you describe an outfit i will kiss u . tho its especially fun with ocelot bc hes always wearing some loud gayass fit

[jake-g-lockley]

Ok, My Precious (Javier Peña x reader)

Masterlist | Wanna be tagged?

A/N: Get it? Ok Kanmani? @lil-stark asked for a desi fic ages ago and here it is :”)

Warnings: Men can be a little dumb bless their hearts, a little bit of smut, a tiny panic attack and crying other than that, soft fluffy javi <3

Word Count: 1.7k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javi watched as you bopped your head to your music, singing to its catchy rhythm. You were working on an assignment, occasionally looking to the left of your laptop to write something on your notepad. You were absolutely obsessed with this song, singing it over and over again, even singing the ad libs.

En Rojaa Neeya

En Uyire Neeya

En Anjalli Neeya

Geetaanjalli Neeya

Javi loved the way your eyes would light up when you managed to get something right and how your eyebrows crinkled together when you didn't get the answers you needed. He tilted his head and continued to stare unabashedly.

En Kadalil Alai Paayum

Oar Mouna Raagam Needhane

Kaatruveliyidai Ellaam Naam

Iruvar Parandhu Sellathane

Javi leaned against the door frame and watched your lips move as angelic words tumbled out of them. He sighed softly and looked at you dreamily, his safe little haven away from the atrocities of his work. You were wearing one of his baggy tshirts and your fluffy slippers, hair twisted into a bun and a turmeric face mask on your face. 

Javi shifted to cross his legs and you finally noticed him at the door, your eyes widening as your hands come up to shield your face from him.

“Eek, Javi! Don’t look at me!” you squealed, pressing your hands to your face, smudging the mask all over the place. 

Javier laughed, “See mi preciosa, look at the mess you've made.”

He walks to your shared bathroom and comes out a few minutes later with a wet towel. He pulls a chair out beside you and drags your chair towards him so that you are situated between his thighs. He gently pulls your hand away from your face and places them upturned on his lap and begins to wipe your face.

You stare up at his handsome face as he gently rubs the turmeric away from your skin. When he was done with your face, he moved to your hands, kissing each fingertip as he cleaned them with the towel. He pulled you close for a hug when he was finally done, placing a feathery kiss onto your hairline and placing the stained towel aside.

Your heart swells with love and happiness as you snuggle close, your fingers gripping onto Javi’s shirt, your cheek pressed into his exposed skin where his buttons were opened as you felt the soft beat of his heart

“Te amo, roja.” Javi whispers, your heart fluttering with the tamil nickname. 

“Te amo, raja.” You whispered back. 

A message bloops on your laptop, bursting you and Javi’s little bubble and you sigh, sitting up straighter. 

“Go on baby, do your work, I’ll fix you something to eat.” Javi smiles softly at you, kissing your cheek before getting up and taking the towel with him. 

A few minutes later Javi returned, holding a bowl of fruit, a fork and a book. You smiled happily as he began to feed you fruit as he read his book, keeping you company as you softly hummed your favourite song while you worked.

You kissed him softly when you were done with the fruit, making him hum at the sweet taste of juice on your lips. 

He held your hand, playing with your ring as you continued working. The little white gold and diamond ring sparkled in the late evening light and he moved his hand around, making the light refract from it and bounce around the room. The ring was a gift from your mom for your 21st birthday and you never took it off and Javi loved playing with it. 

Javi kissed your finger and gently nibbled at your finger making you hiss slightly. He shifted closer to you, kissing your palm and your wrist, gently sinking his teeth into your skin, a sign that you wouldn’t be doing much work for the rest of the night. 

Still you ignored him and stared hard at your laptop, your free hand clutching your mouse tightly.

“Relax, amor, let me take care of you.” Javi’s lips grazed your ear as you sighed. 

You cave, melting into Javi’s touch as he curled his arm under your legs and lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom, making you giggle softly into his neck. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javi always wakes up before you in the morning. He sat up and stared at your sleeping figure, his eyes tracing your curves as they noted the love marks that he had carved throughout the night. Your hand was draped over your tummy, your red nails another reminder of the delicious marks that littered his back.

His eyes stopped at your ring again, the one that sat perfectly at the base of your middle finger. He began to imagine how it would be like to slip on another ring beside the current one. You’d definitely make a beautiful bride and an even more beautiful wife. He suddenly couldn't help but think that your name was written with his in the stars and he had the inexplicable urge to solidify it

You sighed in your sleep and turned around, and Javi leaned down to kiss your shoulder, shaking off his thoughts. He got out of bed when suddenly a nagging voice popped up in his head, urging him to grab your ring.

He frowned and shook his head

“Not steal it, idiot. To get her ring size.” the voice hissed again and his eyes widened

Javi gently dropped to his elbows and eyed your fingers. Before he could stop himself, his own fingers met yours and began to pull the ring from your finger. 

“Oh boy, we’re really doing this.” Javi thought as he gently placed your hand back onto the bed.

“Yes we are, doofus.” his mind voice spoke to him again. “Now run before she wakes up.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You literally couldn't stop bawling your eyes out. You did not only wake up to the fact that Javier had disappeared and gone to work, but your favourite ring was missing. You've had the ring on your finger for about  ten years. It was one of the only things keeping you close to your mother who lives thousands of miles away. You sunk onto the floor after literally turning the entire house upside down, your hands clutched to your heart. 

You fell asleep curled up on the floor in exhaustion and woke up to an alarmed Javier kneeling in front of you.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” his soothing voice only made you want to cry again as he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“My ring…” your voice falters as you begin to sob into Javi’s shirt.

Javier’s eyes widened and guilt immediately rushed around him. He internally face palmed as he subtly felt his pocket for your ring. Instead of pulling it out immediately, he jumped into action, pulling your hand to eye level as if to inspect it. 

“Alright, calm down, breathe, it must be here somewhere, mi preciosa.” Javi whispered through your sobs and gently pulled you up with him. 

“Let's start with the bed, yea?” 

Javier sneakily pulled the ring out of his pocket as you frantically tossed the pillows.

“AHA! I FOUND IT!” Javier shouted and you immediately give yourself whiplash when you looked up at him. 

“Oh thank god!” you jumped onto the bed and threw your arms around Javier’s neck and he subtly breathed a sigh of relief.

“You worked yourself up too much, baby, come on now, let me run you a bath.” Javier said softly as he slipped the ring back onto your finger. 

“Thank you, Javi, I love you.” you sighed , wrapping your arms around his body. 

“That was close,” the grating voice whispered in Javier’s head.

“Shut up.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It had been three months since Javi bought your ring. Every morning he would look at your ring, before shaking his head slightly and putting it back in his hiding spot. It wasn’t like you had anything wrong with you, he just wanted to find the perfect timing. 

Then one day it just clicked. 

It had been a long night for him, and he was exhausted the second he got home. His ears perked at the music that was playing the minute he put his hand on the doorknob. He threw the door open and his eye caught you spinning around, your arms thrown up as an upbeat song played in the background. You turned to look at him, running up to him to pull his bag away from him and he immediately snaked his arm around your waist to dance with you. Music consumed the both of you and Javier immediately forgot about his horrible day.

It was at that moment where he felt like his life without you would probably mean that he would have to live a horrible one alone. You let go of his arms and danced on your own, throwing your head back as he watched your eyes flutter close. 

He didn’t know how he ended up on one knee, the box ready in his hands as he looked up at you. 

Your music stopped and you huffed, stalking over to your laptop. 

“Baby, did we pay the Spotify bill-” you started to say when you noticed what Javier was doing. 

Your mouth dropped open as a soft gasp escaped your lungs. Javier felt so vulnerable in that few minutes, his mind racing as you both stared at each other.

“Marry me, kanmani.” Javier felt the words tumble out of his mouth in one breath. 

You know the moment you look at someone and your whole life with them flashes before your unfocused eyes? That was exactly what was happening to you. Birthdays, first days of school, graduations and anniversaries popped up in front of you as you found yourself living  a dream. 

You closed the distance between the both of you in a flash, wrapping your arms around his neck as one of your hands slid up his curls.

“Oh god, Javi.” you whispered as tears seeped out your eyes. “Yes, I will!” 

A choked sob escaped Javier’s mouth as he breathed a sigh of relief. He pressed his forehead to yours as he took your hand in his, slipping the ring onto your finger. Both of your tear drops mingle onto your hand and you pull away slightly to look at Javier’s beautiful brown eyes. You were positive you saw your whole world in his eyes as he pulled you close for a bruising kiss. 

“You okay, kanmani?” “I’m your kanmani hmm?” you giggle, pressing your nose to his. “Always and forever, en kanmani.”

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[sammaggs]

The due South/C6D Big Bang is out, and that means: new gay ‘90s cop porn from YOURS TRULY BABY

Short and sweet and for the freaks right here:

[danderria]

Lark Oak-Garcia (S2, 20/31)

Here is the art by @mj-thrush-gxn that inspired Lark's outfit (and especially the twins' accessories)

Check out the other characters in this project here

More outfits under read more!

[almostheav4n]

thinking about Joel Miller set in a southern gothic background

[bastionbibi]

Imagine if Heiji just started calling akai and rei Otchan. Like nonconsensually using casual honorifics acting like hes already close with them. The very definition of fake it till you make it.

[aristocrating]

Metal Clouds

Jack thought learning to be more in tune with himself would help, but under the hood was just more – Surprise! – depression. He doesn’t even know how many issues he has piling up inside of him. Father inferiority complex body issue perfectionism closet queer angst autism sadness. Or something like that. Issues all the way down, just recursively, really.

Reflections on the depression of Jack Zimmermann, based on Cranes in the Sky by Solange.

I was listening to the song and thought about how sometimes depression is just this little march of relapse and recovery you do with yourself.

[lady-bess]

Just A Date - Tim Rockford

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Detective Tim Rockford x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 1.2k Notable Tags: References to gun-holsters being used in the bedroom, Yeah we're starting off strong, Valentine's Date Ruined, Backup Date, Chinese Takeout, References to Alcohol, References to Sex, Kissing, Swearing, Fluff, SFW (nearly).

To say this detective only got a mere 48-seconds of screen time, he’s very quickly become a favourite in the Pedro-verse! And man, with gun holsters like that, I can see why…

Anyway!

We don’t know much about Tim, so I’ve taken a fair few creative liberties with this one! I hope that I still do the man justice!

“Rockford, I’m sorry, but this case needs working tonight. A lead has opened up, and if we don’t act now we might not get a chance again,” his boss said. Tim sighed, knowing this would definitely derail his plans with you tonight, but he understood the need.

“No worries, sir. Let me just call my partner though, alright? I’m sure you can appreciate we did have plans tonight,” he said.

“I thought you might, and I’m so sorry. I’ll tell you what, I’ll throw in an extra day of paid leave in for you for making you miss your plans tonight,” he offered.

“Sounds like a deal to me,” he said, smiling faintly before pulling his phone out to call you.

It had been a bummer for sure when Tim cancelled, but you were understanding. His job was demanding, and you knew from day one that his rank within the force meant he often had to prioritise work over his personal life. Tim had never minded so much, and outwardly he never complained. But you knew, deep down, that it irritated him.

At the end of the day though, he loved his work, and what he did kept the streets a much safer place. You’d sacrifice all your nights with him if it meant that he got to continue his good work. At least he now got to come home to you.

Moving in together had been the best decision you’d made, and it had made a lot of sense in the end. Both your jobs kept you tied to your desks for longer than you’d both ever like to admit, so at least now you got to spend some more time together by sharing the same bed every night. Your relationship had only gone from strength to strength ever since that day you were given a set of keys to his place.

The front door to your apartment opened several hours later. You were lay on the couch, idly scrolling through the TV channels, seeing if there were any films being showed that you fancied watching. Sure, you had streaming services, but something about watching a film ‘live’ hit different.

“Sweetheart?” Tim shouted from the door.

“In here!” you called out.

Tim smiled at the sound of your voice, the sound instantly making him feel like he was well and truly home. This had been where he lived for many years, but until you came along it hadn’t felt like somewhere he wanted to put roots down.

He slipped his coat off and hung it on the back of the kitchen chair, then headed through to you in the lounge. In his hand he held a white plastic bag, filled with his vague attempt at making up for tonight.

You smiled wide as he appeared in the doorway, his tie already loosened around his neck, brown curls ruffled and dishevelled. Tim smiled over at you, his eyes creasing behind his thick framed glasses. You could tell just by looking at him that he was exhausted, but behind the fatigue was a happiness to see you.

“Hey, you,” he said, “Sorry I had to stay late. I’m hoping this might make it up to you?” he asked, raising the white plastic bag. You furrowed your brow, sitting up on the couch and squinting at the logo on the bag.

“What is it?” you asked, and Tim slowly headed over to you. He set down the plastic bag on the coffee table, then sank down onto the couch next to you.

“Chinese takeout. It ain’t much, but I felt it was the least I could do after ruining our plans for tonight,” he said, a slight sigh coming from his lips as he relaxed into the couch. You smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly on the cheek, just above the scruff of his beard. Tim smiled as he felt the warmth of your kiss seep into his skin, and turned to look at you.

“You haven’t ruined anything, Tim. You’re a great detective, and I’ll never hold it against you that sometimes work needs you more than I do,” you said, “I love you”.

“I love you too,” he said, reaching forward to caress your cheek, then softly kissed you. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to relax into his hold, all the pressures of your jobs disappearing at the contact of your skin on one another. “Come on, let’s eat before this gets cold!” he said.

You smiled and nodded, moving away from Tim to begin your assault on the plastic bag of takeout. It was always a bit of a wild card whenever Tim collected food, but there was always one guarantee: Chow Mein. Sure enough, you found a box of it tucked into the bottom, and giggled to yourself.

“You’re so predictable sometimes,” you said, getting the boxes out and spreading them out onto the table. Tim stood to his feet.

“Oh, shush!” he chuckled. “Now, fancy some wine with it too?” he said, heading over to the wine rack at the other side of the room.

“Only if you’re having some. Aren’t you working tomorrow?” you asked.

“I was, but not anymore! Boss gave me tomorrow off for fucking up tonight’s plans,” he said, pulling a bottle of red wine out the rack and then heading to get some glasses.

“Oh, brilliant! Shall we watch a film then, if we can be up a bit later?” you asked, opening up the takeout boxes and beginning to separate the chopsticks provided. Tim came back into the room a few moments later, a generous glass of wine in either hand, and he came to sit next to you.

“We sure can! Although, I’ll be frank, once we’ve eaten all of this there’s only one thing I wanna do tonight,” he chuckled, kissing your jaw once he was settled back into the couch as his hands worked away at his tie. You giggled, blushing bright red, and had to hide the wide grin across your face. Even after all this time of knowing each other, he still managed to reduce you to a complete puddle.

“Stop it, you!” you teased, jokingly slapping his thigh. “Get those gun holsters off and have your dinner with me!”.

Tim sat up, grabbing you around the waist, and buried his head in the crook of your neck. His lips danced along your ears delicately, his hot breath making your hairs stand on end. Large hands spread out across your torso, keeping you pinned to his chest as he continued to tease you.

“I thought you liked it when I kept the holsters on?” he whispered, chuckling under his breath when you whimpered in pleasure at the thought that ran across the forefront of your mind.

Safe to say, it was the fastest either of you had ever eaten dinner in your entire life.

For more from this series, check out the Just A Date Masterlist! For more works from me, here's my main Masterlist! ❤

LadyBess xox

[sunsburns]

i have a thought, and it might be silly, but i have always wondered what a little bit of ‘innocent’ gunplay would be like with wade wilson. (18+)

he doesn’t seem like the type to be opposed to it if you asked, he might look at your a little funny at first, and make a joke or two, but once he notices the sincerity in your tone, his eyes light up like a fucking christmas tree. he's already running to your shared closet, skipping and pulling out his gold-plated fifty-calibre desert eagle pistol arrows (yes, the ones he stole from nicepool).

wade kisses you like it’s the first time all over again, a little nervous around the edges, but he looms over you with enough confidence which makes you moan into his mouth.

“oh, fuck, baby, this is the nastiest thing i’ve ever seen,”he huffs out between a laugh and a groan, holding the handle of the gun near his crotch while slowly pushing the barrel near your inviting mouth. your tongue peaks out, sticking the tip of it into the muzzle and wade enthusiastically moans. “so dirty, oh my god. we’re gonna have to get you checked for lead poisoning.”

you pull away, a playful roll to your eyes with a tinge of annoyance, “wade-“

he snorts, “sorry, i’m just a chatty bitch tonight, huh? i still can’t believe this is happening,” he pats your cheek lovingly, slowly easing you back to his gun, watching your lips part wider and take as much of it in as you can. “go on, hotstuff. suck it like you mean it.”

and you do, eyes fluttering shut as you run your tongue along the bottom of the barrel, letting the muzzle scratch at your throat. you sputter when wade pushes your head in before pulling you back, watching your spit dribble and drip, the gold sparkling under the dim lighting of the lamp next to you.

you can feel the way your panties grow damp, spot the way his dick twitches in his sweats that are resting far too low on his hips. and with the way wade is smiling at you, a little breathless, far too silent, you can’t help but grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a deep, hot, and messy kiss, where your teeth clash and your tongues explore each other.

wade pushes you down on the bed, running his free hand over your skin before it settles by your jaw. his other hand trails the barrel of the gun up your inner thigh, a delighted giggle escaping him when you moan and arch your hips when he presses the weapon against your clothes pussy. “you like that, huh? shit, i wish you would've told me about this kink of yours sooner. would’ve fucked you with my gun a long time ago-“

“wade.”

“right. sorry, i’m just so horny right now. you’re better than porn at this point. so sexy. i haven’t been this hard since puberty.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Hey, babe! Thank you for tagging me in the wip game, I will for sure be posting my own addition! For now, though, “You sent me what?” from your list has caught my full attention 👀

Hehe! Thanks for your question. 😄

That title is my long await foray back into the Pike Pool. It has Marcus and the reader in an establish relationship where she send him something fun and a little sexy at work. Marcus maybe gets a little flustered because she hasn't done that before, but makes a full recovery or does he?

I'm tagging @secretelephanttattoo becuase she is the expert on all things Marcus Pike and doughnuts. 🫡

[bonniebird]

Is Billy's knife kept in his boots or on his belt?

Is that his knife sticking out on the left?

This is the only picture I can find of the holster he and Stu uses to keep the knives on them when they're ghostface

[omgauplease]

Ransom & Holster back again to help with the next step, brahs!

Claiming, v.

1. formally request or demand; say that one owns or has earned (something).

Basically, this is how you tell us which alternate universes you’re going to put us and the other members of SMH into!

Here's a little step-by-step guide we made for claiming prompts, which will open at Noon EST tomorrow! 

1. Check out the ‘swawesome list of prompts here. Pick one (or two) - or ten if you’re an overachiever like my buddy Ransom here!

2. You’ll notice a ‘Claim’ button in the bottom right corner of the box containing the prompt details. Click that, dude! 

See, that’s pretty freaking easy. Smooth like Shitty’s flow. 

More Important Shit  (sorry, this part may be boring, but Captain Jack is making us include it):

- Multiple people may claim the same prompt. MORE CAKE, amirite? (Also remember that claiming is not a guarantee that the prompt will get filled)

- You may claim your own prompt! 

- You may drop or claim more prompts throughout the creating period (basically any time between claims opening and when works are due at 11:59pm EST on Friday, April 7)

- If you have another idea that hasn’t been prompted but you would like to submit work for it to the fest, you may claim a Catch-All Prompt (you can claim these for any type of fanwork - fic, art, podfic, filk, vids, etc).

We and all our Hausmates are pumped to see what gets claimed! We see our names on there a few times and can’t wait to see what we get up to...

[atlasthemayor]

HEY YOU

Do you like Dex? Do you like Holster? Are you a fellow degenerate? if you answered ''YES'' to at least one of these, then you should check out this HoltzDex fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54256243

''no regrets, 'cause you're my sunset'' By: Marinanoon

Summary:

“You’re a guy,” Holster says slowly, his eyes slowly trailing down Dex’s frame where he’s slouched over his laptop. “Astute observation.” Holster breaks and makes the puppy-dog eyes again. “Will you sleep with me, Dex? Please?” “What the fuck, Holster?” - Dex has never slept with a guy, but is not entirely opposed to the idea. Holster is here to help.

This was surprisingly sweet for an 18+ fic tbh, I absolutely recommend it if, like me, you like seeing Dex flustered <3