#randy x jerry

[tired-ticket-man]

Jerrandy is now canon to this blog. Have a good day.

[k1rb01]

Me and Gingi are one in the same (love ticket Jerry)

Also some Oliver and Randy because they are the boyfriends :]

[oldfashionedbutlervibes]

HEYYY LOOK WHO HAS MORE HEADCANONS-

Dating Him

Oml. He’s such a cutie. A very miserable and exasperated cutie, but a cutie nonetheless!

—He tries his very best to not let you see him at work, as he finds it embarrassing but PLEASE don’t let that discourage you, go visit him he’ll hug you very a lot-

—I think he headbutts you if your a slow walker lol

—buys you roses every other month as a thank you for putting up with him-

—keeps a little journal of funny shit you say

—overall loves you a ton-

—he will *gently* force you to cook with him

— definition of a supporting partner

— ALLY <3

Friendship

— Ohhh poor boy is shocked everytime you practically sprinted up to his booth and banged on the glass

— will make you learn Blackjack just to play with him (he will threaten to sell his soul if he loses so please let him win)

— memorized your coffee/tea order

— does have a tendency to forget his keys everywhere, like, E V E R Y W H E RE

— very good at recommending self help books

— probably has a specific folder of how to deal with you when your upset

— has the most, savage, fucking abominable alcohol tolerance when you two drink together

— isn’t the biiigest physical touch person, but would probably make an exception for you (please squeeze his hand sometimes he’ll do the phone equivalent of tearing up-)

— calls you some sweet shit like madamé or monsieur (yes I hc that he knows some very, very broken French-)

General

— has a personalized playlist of only Lady Gaga

—Calls Randal by his full name when he starts digging through the fair’s trash and scares the balls off of him- (“Randal V. Jade…and you knew my boss took away my health care..” “NO WAIT PLEASE- J-JERRY THINK OF MY POSSUM-“

— At this point he spikes his own coffee

— whenever he falls asleep on the job his boss either calls you or Oliver to make as much racket as possible to wake him up

— probably has you saved under “Fuckshit 3.0” (Randy and Oliver are the other fuckshit’s btw)

— HE. HAS. A. LIL. CAMERA. SERVICE. DOG-

— has the most undeniably filthy mind you’ve ever seen oml. FILTH.

All in all, a 8/10 partner and a 9/10 friend <3 :D (sorry if this seems rushed or sum I wrote this at 4:00 am-)

[conundrum-cat]

Hey guys! I made a fic on ao3!! It's jerrandy but hiesntly it can be seen as platonic or romantic

[atomicami]

bull ride

contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: you spend the night out at a bar and decide to challenge yourself on the mechanical bull to impress abby. when abby sees you from the crowd, she ends up giving you something else to take a ride on. (part 4)

- content: smut MDNI, porn with plot, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel and jerry are both alive, jerry is not a doctor, reader has a business degree, family & work drama, bar setting, some alcohol consumption, truck sex (bit of a quickie), fingering (a!receiving), strap usage (r!receiving), strap sucking, abby referring to the strap as her cock, basically save a horse ride a cowgirl tbh 🤠

- author’s note: hi everyone… i know i’ve been very inactive this year but this part has actually been sitting in my drafts since march so i figured i’d at least post it for the few people who’ve been waiting this long to read it, i hope y’all enjoy it

previous parts: quick fix, surprise visit, charity work

It’s been a week since the bake sale, meaning that it’s also been a week since Abby last had her hands on you.

You’d be lying if you said that this week was flying slow for you right now, because to your surprise, seven days flew by like seven minutes, and before you knew it, it was officially Saturday.

You’re sitting in your room by your dresser, fully dressed from head to toe in the finest Western apparel that you own, finishing the touches on your makeup in the mirror. You then look down at your phone for a moment, still eyeing the last text that Abby had sent you.

She invited you to go to Wild Randy’s tonight, and while you were excited to see her again, you were dreading it at the same time.

It was mainly because Wild Randy’s was the go-to place for you and Joel, and as bad as you want to sneak off with Abby again, you knew that you’d also have to make sure you wouldn’t get caught by your dad either.

You take a few deep breaths before standing up and adjusting your belt, then grabbing your phone and bag before exiting your bedroom.

“Dad! I’m ready to go!” you call out as you strut down the stairs. Given that you always take longer than him to get ready, you figured he’d be sitting on the couch waiting for you, but to your surprise, he wasn’t there.

“Dad? Where are you?” you call out for him again, entering the kitchen to find it empty as well. You roam around the house for a bit before entering the garage, seeing him still in his work clothes working on blueprints. “Dad…are you not coming?”

Joel looks up at you, frowning once he sees you ready to leave. “Oh, shit…it’s Saturday isn’t it?” he says, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry kid, I know we go to Randy’s every Saturday but…work’s just been tyin’ me down lately.”

You nod to your dad in acknowledgment. “Well, we can skip tonight if—“

“No, no, no, s’alright,” he says, quickly cutting off your words. “You go. There’s always next weekend right?” he looks down for a moment at his workspace before looking back up at you. “Are you gonna drive yourself there or…?”

“Oh, um it’s okay Dad, I can text Dina for a ride.” you take a few steps closer to him before continuing. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” you ask him, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Okay, well…don’t stay up too late, we have to go to the hardware store next week to start getting supplies for the Mitchell home.” you remind him as you walk your way to the door.

Joel clicks his tongue at you in response. “Thanks for remindin’ me, kid. Don’t have too much fun out there, alright?”

You smile and nod back at him before leaving the garage. Even though you felt bad that your dad couldn’t come, you can’t help but feel relieved about it either. With your dad out of the way, you’d be able to get some time with Abby without the risk of getting caught by him.

You pull out your phone to send a text to Dina telling her to pick you up, and in less than ten minutes she was already honking at your door. While checking to make sure you have everything, you exit your house before locking it, walking down the porch to see Dina inside her car with the windows rolled down.

“Hey, you!” she shouts out, leaning forward over her steering wheel. “Ready for Randy’s?”

“You bet I am!” you shout back to her as you hurriedly get into the passenger side of her car and sit down.

The ride to Wild Randy’s was pretty quick, given that there’s never a rush hour on Saturdays. Aside from the twenty minutes it took Dina to find an available parking spot, the two of you were now quickly settled at the bar.

“So tell me, how’s it going with you and Abby?” Dina asks you as you both sit yourselves down on the bar stools.

Before you can respond to her, Jesse ends up cutting in from behind the bar with two beers in his hand. “Wait a second, you’ve been having a thing with Anderson?” he asks you, popping open the two bottles before handing them to you and Dina. “Didn’t you say that your dad doesn’t want you around her?”

You nod to him in response. “Yeah, and I mean I’ve been doing that for what, four, five years now? But I needed her to come over a few weeks ago to fix an outlet in my living room and it just like…happened, you know?” you explained, taking a sip from your beer.

Dina quickly gulped and set her bottle back down on the bar. “Wait a minute…is that why you were acting so weird during movie night?”

“Yeah…” you tell her with a nod, taking another sip out of your beer. “Anyways, she told me she was going to be here today so…” your words drift off as you turn your head around in search of her, and you are quick to catch her entering the bar with her group of friends. Not only that, but her father was also nowhere to be seen.

It was the first time you saw Abby like this, outside of work and not in her work clothes for once. She was wearing a pair of jeans instead of her usual cargo pants, a pair of western boots instead of her usual work ones, and her tool belt was ditched for a leather belt with a metal buckle on the center. She also had on a tight button-up that showed off her muscles, and to top it all off, a cowboy’s hat that rested over her braided blond hair.

You hate to admit it, but she was looking pretty damn good right now.

Dina suddenly snaps her fingers at you to get your attention, causing you to swivel your chair back around. “She’s there right now isn’t she?” she asks you, receiving a nod from you in response.

“Yeah, I want to go talk to her but…” your words drift off again as you turn back to see her. As you check her out, you notice from the corner of your eye some movement going on towards your left. You fully swivel your chair around this time to get a better look. It appeared to be a group of employees carrying out a large mechanical bull inside an inflatable ring, while another employee stood next to them, giving them orders on where to position the machine.

“Jesse,” you call out to him, swiveling your stool back to face him. “They’re bringing back the bull?”

Jesse looks up briefly to see the mechanical bull being set up before looking back down and pouring some contents into a cocktail shaker. “Yeah, we’ve been getting so many requests to bring it back up after our last bull broke down last year,” he explains as he continues preparing the cocktail for the customer in front of him.

You briefly look back at the bull for a moment, then look over to where Abby was. At that moment, an idea instantly sparked in your mind. What better way could there be to catch Abby’s attention than impressing her by taking a ride on the mechanical bull?

The sound of a loud microphone tap shakes you out of your thoughts, and you look over to see the bar’s owner standing in front of the bull with the microphone in his hand. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he calls out, quickly grabbing the attention of all the patrons inside the dimly lit bar. “I’m pleased to announce that we now have our brand new and improved mechanical bull back into our bar!” he announces, quickly receiving cheers and applause from the customers. “Now who in here…” he says, pointing a finger around the bar. “Is gonna be the first one to be brave enough and take her for a ride?”

You look around the bar to see several amounts of people already preparing themselves for the challenge. Part of you wanted to not do it, but a bigger part of you wanted to ride that damn bull like there was no tomorrow. You were willing to do it, just for the sake of impressing Abby. Neither of your dads were here right now, so who knows when you could get another opportunity like this? It was either now or never.

“I’ll do it!” you shout out, quickly raising your hand to get the owner’s attention.

Dina quickly grabs your hand and pulls it down to your lap. “What are you doing? Are you seriously gonna ride that thing?” she asks with concern.

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by the owner shouting at you. “You right there! Come on up here!”

You look over at the man before back at Dina. “I guess I am now,” you tell her with a shrug, hopping off of the bar stool and approaching your way towards the ring.

As you walk away from the bar, Jesse comes to Dina from behind, leaning into her side. “I’ll bet you $20 that she won’t last the full five minutes.”

You watch the owner squint to try to get a better look at you as you get closer to the inflatable ring. “Well well well, what do we have here!” he says as you make it to the ring, now standing next to him. “If it isn’t Joel Miller’s daughter herself. You think you’ll be able to handle the bull, Miss Miller?” he asks, pointing the microphone towards you.

You grab the mic from the owner and hold it closer to yourself. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see but…I think I could handle her,” you tell him with confidence before handing the mic back to him.

Numerous amounts of patrons clap and cheer you on in response. As the owner continues to speak to the audience, you step into the inflatable ring, watching as your boots sink inside. You look at your surroundings for a moment, seeing all of the customers placing their bidding money into a hat and passing it around the bar. The hat goes around past Abby as well, and you could’ve sworn she had slipped a hundred-dollar bill in there for you. Her eyes then meet with yours for a moment, and so does that stupid smirk of hers.

“Alright Miss Miller, you have five minutes up on the clock now, if you can make it to the end, you win the bidding money, got it?” the owner explains to you.

You nod at him in acknowledgment. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

You then turn back around so you’re facing the bull. You take a few steps backward as a head start, then quickly run forward and hop on top of the bull. Your hands quickly grab onto the handles, and you keep your legs wrapped around the sides of the bull. Lastly, you position your hips on the bull by pushing them forward, keeping yourself as close as possible to the saddle.

The bull was quickly activated as soon as you sat down, and so was the timer. The machine began to rock back and forth, slowly to start. Once you felt like you were getting the hang of it, that’s when the speed began to go faster. Your grip on the bull progressively gets tighter and tighter the more that the speed increases. It eventually escalated to the fullest speed, the bull now moving and spinning around like crazy. Time has never flown by slower for you than at this moment. On the inside, you were getting so dizzy to where you were going to be sick. But you couldn’t express that. Not in front of the audience. Not in front of Abby.

Regardless of it, you refused to let go. You held onto the bull like your life depended on it, waiting for the timer to count down to zero. Five minutes felt more like an eternity to you right now, but you soon start to feel relief once you hear the audience begin to count down.

Ten, nine, eight…

You lock down your grip on the bull’s handles.

Seven, six, five…

Your legs remain secure on each side of the saddle, and your hips push forward against it. As much as you were trying to hold onto the bull, you couldn’t help but imagine your hips pushing forward on Abby’s str—

Four, three, two, one!

The timer goes off, and the bull begins to slow itself down. As the machine comes to a stop, you instantly loosen your grip on it. You let out a breath of relief as you look up, watching all of the patrons cheer and applaud you. One of the employees approaches to help you, and you carefully hop off the bull before exiting the ring.

“I have to say you did phenomenal on that bull there, Miss Miller.” the owner tells you through the mic, handing you the bidding money. “Anything you wanna say to the audience?”

You take the money from his hands before taking the microphone. “Well, first of all, thank you all for bidding on me, and second…” you pause for a moment before continuing. “And I don’t mean to self-promote but…if anyone here needs any construction help…be sure to contact my dad’s company, Miller Contracting. We’re the best in all of Austin.” your eyes scan around the audience before your gaze fixes on Abby. You keep your eyes on her for a little bit, smirking at her before looking back at the audience and walking off, a last set of applause happening as you do so.

You make your way back to the spot where Jesse and Dina remain. “See? Told y’all I’d beat that thing,” you say, flaunting your bidding money in front of them. Jesse leans forward on the bar to get closer to you. “Mind if I get a cut of that?” he asks, trying to grab the money from your hand.

You move your hand away from him and shake your head. “Hell no, I won this fair and square,” you tell him, clutching the money close to your chest. “Besides, didn’t you bid against me anyway?”

Jesse scoffs, still leaning forward on the bar. “Yeah, but I still have rent to pay,” he replies before taking his weight off the bar to assist another customer.

You simply roll your eyes at him and chuckle in response as you count your money. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’s not even that much—“ your words quickly cut off once you notice something unusual on the hundred-dollar bill. You pull it out of the thin stack, seeing a note attached to it that reads:

“Meet me at the parking lot in five. —A”

You smirk to yourself upon reading the message, not even realizing that you were doing so until Dina points it out. “She wants you to go see her, doesn’t she?” she asks, crossing her arms at you.

You simply nod at her in acknowledgment. “Yeah, she does…” you reply, reaching to the bar to grab the rest of your things before saying goodbye to Jesse and Dina. Upon leaving, you look over to see Abby on the other side of the bar. You watch as she pays for her beer and leaves from the other exit. The thrill and excitement starts to consume you already in seeing her again.

The cool air hits you once you exit the bar. You roam around the parking lot in search of her until you hear a faint whistling sound from behind. You turn around to see Abby’s prominent figure from a distance leaning on the side of her truck. You don’t approach her quickly though. Instead, you take your time walking your way towards her.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t the bull tamer herself…” Abby says, taking her weight off the truck. “You looked good up there, you know…riding that thing.”

You smirk and take a step closer to her. “I’m glad. Wanted to put on a show for you there,” you tell her quietly, and she leans in to give you a kiss, the rim of her cowboy hat slightly brushing over the top of your head as your lips briefly connect.

“You know…” she tells you quietly, slightly separating her lips from yours. “I’ve got something else that you can take a ride on for me…”

“Oh yeah?” you whisper back to her. “And what might that be?”

“Why don’t you hop in my truck and find out?”

And with that you take a step back, letting Abby unlock her truck before opening the passenger door and entering inside. Upon opening the door, you couldn’t help but notice that the windows in Abby’s truck were slightly darker than the last time you saw it…did she seriously get her windows tinted?

Abby holds the door open for you, and you quickly climb inside and hop onto her lap before she closes the door and locks it, now confining the both of you inside. Your thighs wrap themselves around Abby’s lab and you push your hips forward over her crotch, just like how you did on the bull. You could practically feel the bulge of her strap under all that denim.

Abby lets out a soft groan at the sudden friction. “How about you get it wet for me first, yeah?” she says, reaching down to the lever on the bottom part of the seat and pushing it back to give you some space on the ground.

You don’t even think twice about it, instantly dropping down to your knees and unzipping her jeans before pulling the thick black strap out of her boxers. After seeing the sight of it, you were pretty shocked. You didn’t get a good look when she fucked you last time, but now that it’s in your hands, you’re amazed that you were able to take the immense length of Abby’s strap.

Your fingers wrap around the large piece of silicone before you lean into it, lips instantly wrapping around the tip. You gently suck onto the tip for a moment, then slowly work your way down to the base of the strap. However, your mouth couldn’t last being down so deep, so you briefly pull it back up to the tip before going back down, repeatedly continuing your movements thereafter.

Abby lets out a quiet groan as she feels the base of her strap rubbing against her clit. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you look up for a moment to see her head slightly tilted back, her cowboy hat obstructing her view as well.

You keep stroking her strap with one hand, spreading your saliva all over from base to tip to distract her. As you do that, you use your other hand to gently shift the harness to the side and sneak your fingers into the crotch of her boxers, instantly finding access to her wet pussy before sliding two of them inside.

Abby notices the sudden shift of movement and looks down at you. “What the hell are you—oh fuck—“ her words get cut off with a quiet groan as you begin to curl her fingers inside of her. “Oh fuck yeah, k-keep doing that…”

You smirk back at her as you continue to pump your fingers inside her, now fully diverting your attention away from the strap for a moment. Your other hand moves to keep the harness of the strap pushed to the side while you finger Abby’s pussy, and you look up to keep an eye on her every movement—the way her hands grip the seat of the truck, the moans and whines escaping from her mouth, and how her eyes were tightly shut and the head was thrown back in pleasure. You’d be lying if you said that the way she looked right now wasn’t turning you on because you can just easily feel your arousal pooling in between your thighs as you do this to her.

“God, fucking hell—go…go faster…” Abby whines out to you, tightening her grip on the seat as she manspreads herself farther on it to give you more space. You simply nod in acknowledgment, speeding up your pace inside her in a desperate effort to get her to cum.

You can visibly see her breaths getting deeper, and you can practically feel the way her cunt began to contract around your two fingers, knowing that she was getting close. Within moments, your fingers get instantly coated with her release as she cums around them with a loud groan. Her breathing soon slows down as she recovers from her orgasm and she looks back down at you. Your gaze stays fixed on hers while you slide your fingers out of her pussy and place them into your mouth, sucking them clean while you get a taste of her release.

“My god…” Abby pants out, still trying to catch her breath. “No one’s ever made me cum that fast before…you’re good at this too, you know.”

You smirk back at her as you sit back for a moment, briefly resting your weight on the back of your boots. “Looks like you’re not the only one who’s good at making a quick fix, Anderson.” the blonde simply shakes her head at you in response before patting her hand on her lap. “Your turn now, angel. Get on up here.”

Without hesitation, you slowly lift yourself from the floor of the truck and climb onto Abby’s lap in the passenger seat, her large hands quickly roaming up and down your hips as you do so. You watch as she scrunches up your skirt around your hips and brings one of her hands down to the crotch of your underwear, smirking once she senses the wetness underneath it. “Looks like she’s pretty eager to take a ride, don’t you think?”

You nod quickly in response, and you lift yourself to hover over the strap. Abby helps you out by shifting your underwear to the side and spreading your puffy folds open. You grab the strap with one hand to align it with your entrance while you grab onto Abby’s shoulder with the other to support yourself as you go down.

The tip meets with your entrance, and you whimper at the sudden stretch. Your grip on Abby’s shoulder tightens as you try to maintain your balance over her lap. And then, little by little…you begin to sink down her strap, all the way until your folds were pressing over the base of it.

Once the entire length was inside you, you used your other hand to grab Abby’s other shoulder for balance. The feeling this time was a little more difficult to handle in comparison to how Abby had fucked you at the bake sale. You weren’t bent over, nor did you have the support of the counter either. You were completely sat upright, in the confined passenger seat of Abby’s truck, with her strap so far inside you that she could visibly see the tip poking out of your lower stomach. It sure felt overwhelming, to say the least.

“Fuck…you look good for me like this…” she mutters out quietly as she runs her thumbs down your stomach, gently pressing onto the bulge that was being formed from her strap. She watches as you continue to stay upright, now squirming in her grasp as a response to the pressure she was giving to your stomach. “You know…it’s not gonna feel any better if you don’t move.” she continues, now bringing one hand further down to rub your clit. “Take a ride on it, princess…It’ll feel good once you start moving.”

Your eyes flicker down to the watch that was wrapped around Abby’s left wrist. You glance at the time.

10:39…10:40.

You take a deep breath and tighten your grip on Abby’s broad shoulders. As her hands remain planted on your body, you begin to lift yourself up before going straight back down. You repeat the process, now developing a slow pace on her strap.

Abby smirks as she looks up at you, watching every moan and whimper escape from your lips as you fuck yourself on her cock. “There we go, that’s it…atta girl…” her praises and coos continue, now leading you to move at a faster pace. As you begin to ride her faster, Abby notices how close your head is getting to the ceiling of her truck every time you go up. While keeping one hand planted on you, she quickly takes off her cowboy hat and places it on your head, fixing up the rim so she can still see you. “Prettiest cowgirl I’ve ever seen,” she mutters out quietly, placing her hand back onto your hip as you keep riding her.

As you keep riding Abby’s strap, you take a glance out the window, making you slow down to get a better look. You see some people leaving the bar and walking their way back to their vehicles, and your heart begins fucking racing when they pass by Abby’s truck, completely oblivious of the events that are happening inside it.

“Hey,” Abby squeezes your hip, causing you to direct your attention back to her. “They’re not seeing any of this, you know…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “But I bet you want them to, don’t you? It’s obvious you enjoyed throwing on that little show back there at the bar earlier, so would this be any different?” she asks, leaning in to kiss you. “Would it be any different if those same people saw a pretty cowgirl like you slutting herself out for me like this? Riding my cock and making a mess all over my lap? Hm?”

You whine back at her, shaking your head. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that, my filthy little cowgirl…” she responds with a smirk. “But you see, that’s why I have all of my windows tinted now…because I don’t want anyone to see what’s really mine.”

Your pussy practically throbs at her words. You were so distracted by what Abby was saying to you that didn’t even realize that you had stopped riding her. Your arousal was now just soaking up her cock and jeans. Abby looks down at her lap and smirks before looking back up at you. “I didn’t tell you to stop now, did I?” she asks, giving you a smack on your ass. “C’mon, cowgirl…keep fucking riding me.”

Your pace now begins to quicken this time, and you move your left hand to the armrest that was above your head, gripping it as you keep your other hand on her shoulder. “F-fuck, Abby…f-feels so good….” you moan out to her, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the tip of her strap presses onto your cervix while you ride.

“Oh yeah? Does it feel good, princess?” she asks, admiring how you were starting to go dumb on her cock. “That’s it, keep riding me, just like that…Ride me just like how you were riding that damn bull.”

Abby’s words had your stomach doing fucking flips. You tried your best to maintain your fast pace as you rode her strap, but your legs were quickly starting to give out. “A-Abby, help me…please…”

“Aw, you poor thing, getting tired already now aren’t you?” Without any warning, Abby tightens her grip on your hips and begins to slam her cock right into you. You yelp in surprise as your left hand flies from the armrest back onto Abby’s shoulder, and you continue to push your hips down as Abby keeps thrusting inside you. “C’mon cowgirl, be a good girl and cum for me now…”

Your cunt begins to clench around her strap, indicating that you were about to cum. Abby looks down at your pussy, watching in awe as a white ring began to quickly form on her strap. Her thumb meets with your clit, quickly rubbing it as you continue to cum all over her cock, whimpering and moaning out her name as you do so.

As you finish riding out your orgasm, your pace begins to slow down and you rest yourself on Abby’s chest, panting deeply as you try to catch your breath. Before Abby pulls herself out, you grab her left wrist again and glance back down at her watch.

10:43…10:44.

“Four minutes,” Abby says, looking down at her watch. “Looks like you made a new record.”

You playfully push her arm back as she brings her hand back onto your hip and slowly pulls her strap out of your fucked out pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of it. Keeping you in her arms, Abby trades places with you and carefully rests your limp body onto the seat while briefly she gets onto the ground. She peeks through the fogged up windows, making sure that the coast was clear so she could get out of the truck.

As you watch Abby hop off her truck, your eyes start to feel heavy from the exhaustion before quickly fluttering shut for a moment. As your eyes were closed, you could feel Abby’s large hands move your body around before the sudden warmth of her tongue makes contact with your sore cunt, causing you to involuntarily jerk away.

“Hey, relax…I’m just cleaning you up a bit,” she mutters out to you. You simply nod in response, eyes remaining shut as your body eases in and relaxes into her touch again. The gentle movements of Abby’s tongue and lips on your pussy easily removes the tension in your thighs, making you feel as if you were now sinking into the leather of the seat. You then start to feel some shifting of your clothes along with the sounds of the truck doors opening and closing right before you briefly fall into a state of slumber.

The sudden rumbling movements of the truck cause your eyes to slowly flicker back open. You wake up to find yourself lying on your left side in the passenger seat, but now with the seatbelt secured over you. The dim lights of the truck are no longer present, only the faint brightness of the music player on the dashboard is the only thing illuminating your vision right now. The sounds of the few cars on the road surround you, along with the country music quietly playing inside as well. You look up to see Abby with her gaze fixed on the road, with one hand planted firmly on the steering wheel while the other simply rested over on the center console.

You rest your hand on top of hers, and Abby quickly notices that gentle touch of yours, briefly glancing down to look at you. “Hey there…” she says with a smile before looking back up at the road. “You were out for most of the ride, feeling any better?” she asks, gently enclosing your hand into her large palm.

You shift around in your seat, no longer feeling as sore as you were before. “Yeah, a little…” you tell her, resting your head back on the seat as you watch her drive. “I had a really good time tonight, you know…” you tell her, to which she smiles in response.

“I did too,” she replies, quickly looking over to you again. “Felt nice to finally escape from our dads for once.”

The speed of the truck soon starts to slow down before coming to a halt. Your heart instantly sinks to the pit of your stomach, and your smile begins to fade. You knew what this meant.

It meant that you were back home. Your time with Abby was now up.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up completely to look over at the sight of your house. All of the lights were shut off, except for the faint blue light of the living room TV, and you could easily see your dad’s head tilted to the side, indicating that he was now asleep.

You let out a sigh. “I…I don’t want to go back in there,” you say, turning your head back to look at Abby. She simply sighs and gently rubs your shoulder. “I know you don’t, angel…but we can’t risk it. As much as I can’t stand your dad, I don’t want him to get worried about you either.”

Your head hangs low now, nodding in acknowledgment. Abby’s hand gently holds your chin to lift your face. “You know this won’t be the last time, right?” she asks you, to which you nod again.

“I know, I just…I’ll miss you, Abs…who knows when we’ll see each other again?” you ask back, looking up into her soft blue eyes. She nods back at you in response. “It’ll happen again soon, okay? Just know that I’m always gonna have you on my mind, alright?” she says before quickly leaning in to kiss you, the rim of her hat on your head brushing over her hair this time as she does so.

You instantly kiss her back before pulling away to grab your things from the ground. You take a deep breath and open the door, exiting the truck and closing it. Your boots now meet with the concrete of the sidewalk, and you walk your way to the front door of your house. Before you go in, you look back to see Abby watching you from her truck, and you two give each other a final wave before she drives off to park into the driveway of her house.

As the lights of Abby’s truck shut off now, you turn back to the door to unlock it. You slowly open the door just enough to squeeze yourself inside before closing it and locking it again. You turn around to see Joel fast asleep on his recliner while the TV screen illuminates the whole room. Without making a sound, you tiptoe on over to pick up the remote from the coffee table and shut off the TV. You set the remote back down and turn over to pick up a throw blanket from the couch to tuck your dad in before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

The door creaks slightly as you enter inside. You slowly close the door before letting out a sigh as you set your bag down on the ground before kicking off your boots. You take off Abby’s hat and set it on top of your dresser before the rest of your clothes come off of you and to the ground until you’re down to your underwear. You pick up a random oversized shirt from your dad’s company and throw it on. As you’re taking off your makeup, your phone buzzes on your bed, and you reach over to pick it up.

“Abby: I’ll be thinking of you.”

You look up from the screen to your right, seeing her broad silhouette in the bedroom window across from yours. The two of you stare at each other for a bit, until you wave her off and get into bed, to which she does the same right after.

Not only was this the first night the two of you had officially spent alone together, but it was also the first night where you both just couldn’t take each other off of your minds now.

And all you could do was just wait until your path meets with hers again.

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[crystalandparrot]

RC9GN x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

“Hey, (Y/n),” Bucky spoke, spooking said girl out of her stupor as the two walked to school.

"Huh?" (Y/n) question.

"How come you only ever talk to me? I'm sure other students would love to hear your ideas." Bucky said optimistically.

"You really think so?" (Y/n) asked, eyes shining.

"Maybe not, all of them-"

(Y/n) deflated, causing Bucky to wave his hands frantically.

"But that's because they're not for high schoolers! I mean the home alarm, your staff, those goggles on your head—"

"Hey, these goggles help me log important information and — okay, I see your point." (Y/n) deflated again.

"What if you made something to impress them?" Bucky asked with a snap of his fingers.

"Something to impress them..." (Y/n) thought out loud. "Oh! What about my mechanical spider limbs?" With that, eight mechanical limbs popped out of (Y/n)'s hoodie, lifting her off the ground and flipping her upside down.

"You look like Invader Zim," Bucky chuckled, walking past the, once again, deflated girl. The arms retracted suddenly. With quick thinking, (Y/n) flipped and landed on her feet, surprising Bucky. "Do you know any more cool moves like that?" He asked.

"I prefer to show off my intelligence rather than physical prowess. Sure it's nice to have the ability, but my superpower relies solely on my brain!" (Y/n) said as she pushed open the doors to the school.

"Then you should put that brain to good use," Bucky held out his hand for a fist bump.

(Y/n) reciprocated the fist bump and the two parted ways. (Y/n) walked to her science class, which she always had for 1st period on Mondays. Mrs. Driscoll greeted her with a grin.

"(Y/n)! Any new inventions?" Mrs. Driscoll asked with stars in her eyes. She puppeteered her late husband's skeleton to 'talk', "Your inventions are positively humorous!" Mrs. Driscoll laughed and smacked Jerry's chest.

(Y/n) smiled and placed her satchel on Mrs. Driscoll's desk. As she did so, Randy Cunningham and Howard Weinerman happened to walk in. "Mrs. Driscoll, I present to you," (Y/n) held up a small box with a crescent-moon-shaped attachment, "the, still in Beta, the C.R.A.V.E.S, a system that, when placed against the user's teeth," (Y/n) put the device against Jerry's teeth. The machine beeped, "it tells you exactly what they were craving! For example, your husband was craving...scallops?" (Y/n) looked at the device in question.

Mrs. Driscoll sighed lovingly, "That was my Jerry."

(Y/n) shivered, she tucked her device away and walked to her seat at the back of the room.

"Who's that shoob?" Howard whispered to Randy.

More students began trickling in when Randy leaned close to Howard, "I have no idea, but she's pretty smart."

"A smart shoob is still a shoob," Howard said, pointing his pencil at Randy. Inside Randy's bag, the Nomicon quietly blinked red from behind its Math book cover, facing the direction of (Y/n).

As the final student, Bash (fashionably late as always), trickled in, Mrs. Driscoll began writing in the blackboard. "Welcome back, students!” She puppeteers her husband once more, “I hope your Spring Break was a bone-afide success!”

“Ha! Word play.” (Y/n) chuckled to herself. She sat at the back of the class, the two seats next to her empty while all the other seats were taken.

“And as a Welcome Back, I’m assigning your first projects of the next semester!” Mrs. Driscoll announced.

The students all groaned with the exception of (Y/n), “Oh, goody!”

“And since the school board has cut funding for the science department…again…this time you’ll be working in groups of three.” The words seemed to echo around the room. None of the students (with one exception) listened to the rest, as they were too busy deciding who to add to their group. Friends will be split, enemies made, alliances formed in blood… “You can now find your partners-“ with that, hell broke loose. Kids jumping over tables, holding back their friends to prevent a steal, throwing dangerous objects. It got to a point that Mrs. Driscoll hid herself and her husband under the desk.

“Cunningham! Save me!” Howard screamed as he was pulled into the wave of students.

“Hold oh, Big H!” Randy, without hesitation, jumped into the sea. His leg caught the strap of his backpack as he jumped, forcing the contents to be spilled all over the floor. The Nomicon hummed and blinked as students stepped and kicked it to the back of the room, the mask caught in its pages. With all of the abuse, the cover even came off, revealing its true cover to the world.

With a metallic THUD, the Nomicon hit the metal cabinet next to (Y/n). The girl let out a noise of surprise and looked up from her notebook. The Nomicon blinked softly as (Y/n) picked it up. Her hands traced the delicate patterns on the hard leather book, the feeling not uncomfortable to her hands like she imagined it would be. With a bit of remorse (Y/n) held the book away from her, “Oh, exotic book, what secrets you must hide—but alas! It is my code of honor to not open a book that does not belong to me…unless of course bought or received from a trusted source.”

The Nomicon flashed red, humming loudly.

(Y/n)’s eyes shone, “Maybe there’s an exception for glowing mystic books,” (Y/n) ran her fingers over the pages that begged to be opened. The Nomicon’s flashes got faster and louder, its pages flittering as they waited to be opened.

“Has everyone found their partners?” Mrs. Driscoll asked.

(Y/n)’s head shot up and with a sigh, she tucked the Nomicon into her satchel, the flap open to make for an easier grab. “Soon, my precious.”

In the middle of the room, Randy and Howard sat, rubbing their heads in pain. “Oh, good. Randy and Howard, you’ll be joining (Y/n).” Mrs. Driscoll announced once she saw they the three were, in fact, without partners. “(Y/n) has the highest grade in the class, so even you two should get a decent grade.” She chuckled.

“What?! But she’s a shoob!” Howard moaned.

“A shoob with the highest grade in the class! Howard, we can use this!” Randy whispered, excitedly. Both of the friends grabbed their bags and walked to (Y/n) at the back of the class.

“I don’t follow.” Howard whispered.

“We’ll act like total shoob’s, say we don’t know how to do the project, she’ll get annoyed with us, do the project and — BOOM, automatic A.” Randy smirked. The two sat down and a sudden flash of red distracted Randy. He looked down, spotting his Nomicon in (Y/n)’s bag. He nervously chuckled, “I-is, is that my book?” Randy asked, pointing at (Y/n)’s satchel.

“Huh?” (Y/n) looked down, at her bag. “Oh, it flew to the back, I didn’t know who it belonged to.” (Y/n) gently took the book out and traced the cover again. Shaking her head, she handed it back to Randy, “Where did you get it? I’d love to read it sometime, I’ve never seen anything like it.” (Y/n) spoke quickly, enamored by the book.

“Oh, it’s nothing just a little family history book. Old baby pictures, family trees—Really boring stuff, I’ll just take it off your hands.” Randy hurriedly took the book back, and shoved it in his own satchel. The Nomicon flashed brightly and loudly, angry at the turn of events.

“You bring family history books to school?” (Y/n) asked flatly.

“I-it’s for our History class! Some extra credit thing that you definitely don’t need!” Howard back his friend up, grinning awkwardly.

(Y/n) looked between the two skeptically, “Right…” with a quick hand, she opened her notebook to a fresh page and began writing, “So, ideas for our project?”

“Yes! Our project!” Randy grinned, winking at Howard.

“Totally love that project! I can’t wait to…do our project!” Howard added in a fake excited voice.

(Y/n) sighed out of annoyance, “You don’t know what the project is, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Not. A. Clue.”

(Y/n) gripped the bridge of her nose, “Super,” she gritted out through clenched teeth. “Cool, cool, cool. Cool, cool, cool.” She angrily closed the notebook and stood. “Why don’t I work on the project and you two do the report? All you have to do is write what the robot does AFTER I give it to you.” (Y/n) commanded as she pointed to Randy and Howard.

“But what do we—“

“You write down what it does!” (Y/n) took a deep breath, “I will give you a list of what it does. All you have to do is write a well written report.” (Y/n) began walking out of the room, “Even though my robot will be A plus guaranteed,” she whispered cockily.

“Those who are building, go to Mr. Smith’s metal shop for your basic design! Everyone’s who’s writing a report please go to the library!” Mrs. Driscoll announced after seeing (Y/n) leave.

“Automatic A—“ Howard started, raising his hand.

“Here. We. Come!” Randy punctuated each word with the next step in their secret handshake. They ended with their signature turn and pose.

The Nomicon angrily blinked, catching Randy’s attention. Picking up his bag, Randy held up a finger to Howard, “Give me just one second,” he whispered. He ran out of the room and into a Janitor’s closet. “Alright, Nomicon, I only got a few minutes before Driscoll realizes I’m not in the library, so be quick about it—“ the Nomicon flew open suddenly, causing Randy to lose consciousness and ‘Vloomp’ into the Nomicon.

Randy screamed as he fell through the artistic clouds and through the painted leaves on the two dimensional tress. With a couple of bounces, Randy finally landed against a tree trunk. “What the juice, Nomicon?!”

A painted scholar walked through the trees, smiling at Randy. Or at least, to the person behind him.

A painted ninja stepped through the trees behind Randy and walked up to the scholar. The ninja gave the scholar a piece of paper, and folded his arms. The scholar read the paper and nodded at the ninja. The trees fell backwards, blending into the floor as more of scene became exposed. The scholar walked to his small house. The sun rose and fell in flashes, showing how long the scholar was in his house. The sun rose once more, staying in the air as the scholar left the house, this time with a small box. He presented it to the ninja and began talking. No words or letters left his mouth, the only thing Randy could hear was soft flutes as the scholar spoke.

The ninja waved his hand and took the box, smokebombing away. The trees on the other side of Randy fell, blending into the floor, further increasing the scene. There was a small town with a large flying serpent terrorizing the village. With a puff of smoke, the ninja stood in front of the serpent. He opened the box and pulled out a smaller box with a button. The ninja looked at the box in question then pressed the button…nothing happened. He pressed it again and again…still nothing. The serpent AND the townsfolk all laughed at the ninja as he sulked. Colorful words flew out of the box and presented themselves over the ninja’s head.

“Neglect the brain and the heart becomes vulnerable.” Randy read aloud. “Uh, that scholar clearly sabotaged the ninja! I mean, who gives someone a box that doesn’t do anything?” Randy asked.

The ninja and scholar looked at each other unimpressed. The ninja pulled out his sword and the scholar…why is he holding a Bō staff? The two quickly ran to Randy and simultaneously attacked him.

With a gasp and a bump to the head, Randy left the Nomicon. He rubbed his head and looked behind him to see the shelf he bumped his head on.

Randy peeked his head out of the Janitors closet and rushed out before anyone could see him, bag in hand.

“AHHHHH!!”

“Someone get the Ninja!”

“Help!”

Randy gasped at the sudden cries for help. With no one in the hall, this was the perfect time to put his Ninja suit on.

“Looks like it’s Ninja o’clock!” Randy reached into his bag…except…

Randy’s heart fell into his stomach as his hand missed the soft fabric of the mask. He glared down at the bag, and upon not seeing the mask immediately, Randy overturned his bag and emptied the contents. The only object that was matching to the mask in color was the Nomicon.

“Sweet cheese, I lost the Ninja mask!”

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I swear I can hear the music starting and cutting out at the end. Also if you saw the lesson in the first chapter before I edited it, no you didn’t.

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

When They Were Fans: When Wrestlers Were Fans Part 4

Hey everyone ! I am back with Part 4 of my article series about when our favorite wrestlers were just like us , fans. If you have not read Parts 1-3 go check them out !

‘ The Tribal Chief ’ Roman Reigns with Macho Man Randy Savage , Miss Elizabeth, Hulk Hogan and posing with a cut out of Trish Stratus. Roman grew up around the wrestling business with his father, Sika , and uncle , Afa , being in the WWE as The Wild Samoans. He got to meet a few of his childhood heroes if he attend shows. With wrestling being in his Bloodline , Reigns was trained by his father to wrestle.

Noam Dar and Drew McIntyre. Noam said that Drew came to his high school for a charity wrestling match against his one of his teachers. Dar was 13 years old at the time. He also got the chance to meet and thought he was a superhuman. However , when McIntyre returned to Scotland in 2014 , Dar got the chance to travel with him and even face him in the ring. In a match in Insane Championship Wrestling , Drew kicked Noam off of a balcony. Dar describes the future Hall of Famer as one of his favorite opponents and a good friend.

Brian Myers with Triple H , Kurt Angle , and Jerry ‘ The King ��� Lawler . Being a lifelong wrestling fan and getting to meet his heroes , Myers started training in 2004 alongside tag team partner and close friend , Matt Cardona. Both wrestled for WWE until being released. Myers is currently signed to TNA and Cardona is with GCW. Both are hosts of the popular podcast , The Major Wrestling Figure Podcast.

Damian Priest and The Undertaker. Priest said that he was a huge fan of The Deadman growing up as well as the late , Pedro Morales and Razor Ramon ( Scott Hall ) . At Wrestlemania XL after winning the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, Priest was congratulated by his childhood hero in front of his family and Judgement Day teammates.

Zelina Vega and Jeff Hardy. During a WWE show in North Carolina, Zelina decided to do a tribute to her favorite wrestler. She decided to do a Twist As Fate which is Jeff’s signature move into her match against Bayley. After doing this , she sent a message on her X account to Jeff and his brother , Matt, by saying that she had nothing but love for them.

Liv Morgan with John Cena . The WWE Women’s World Championship has stated that she had a huge crush on Cena as a kid. She also says that Cena was one of her biggest influences as a wrestler. She even took part in the photo shoot to celebrate Cena’s 20 year anniversary in WWE alongside Austin Theory , R-Truth , and Carmella.

My Final Thoughts:

I absolutely love hearing the stories of our favorite wrestlers being fans of other wrestlers and getting to work with them. It makes me happy. I especially loved the story Noam Dar told about Drew McIntyre.

Love You All,

- Kay

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X TMNT 2012: Within The Woods AU: Search for Raph

[In the woods, Raph is trying to chop some woods... but then someone's shadow arrives... ominous music plays.]

Raph: What was that? Who's there?

[Raph sees a deer.]

Raph: [Sighs in relief.] Just a deer. Phew. Easy, Raph. Don't get paranoid.

[A massive figure approaches her and covers her up with vines, causing Raph to shriek in terror. This shriek continues, until the figure lunges at him and his shriek stops. Cut to the farmhouse. Outside, everyone is calling out for Raph.]

Mikey: RAPH! He's been gone for hours. RAPH!

They waited for Raph to return from the woods... They realize that something has gone wrong... They are split up into teams. Leo, Carol, Sammy, and Lulu are staying. Master Haruki and Mistress Chelsea are staying here looking after them. 

[The others look for Raph.]

Casey: Raph! Can you hear us?!

April: Don't you think he'd answer?

Leo: All right, we split up. April, Bart, Josh, Matilda Miles, Molly, Jaxson, Lewis, Arthur, Vivi, Varian, Stephanie, Sammy, Jerry, Sandra, Gary, and Casey, you guys take that way. Mikey, Cera, Maisy, Mike, Ecole, Misti, Terry, Paul, Randy and Donnie, you take that way. Sarah, Sapphire, Samantha, Ruby, and Starletta with Laura Sylvia, Sardonyx, Sparkle-Sprinkles, and Sueanne, you take that way. Mystery Investigator Teams, Mystery Demon Hunters Teams, Mystery Skulls Teams of Associates, you take that way. The Amazing Mystery Teams, Mystery Hunters Teams, Mystery Slayers Teams, and The Heroes of Mysterious Teams, you take that way.

Mikey: [stubborn] Split up? 

Sarah: Right, we need to stay together, teams.

Vera: Are you loco, homey?

Donnie: [disappointed and jealous] April and Casey go off alone? Together?

2012 Nick Leo: Mikey, Cera, Maisy, Mike, Ecole, Misti, Terry, Paul, Randy and Donnie, you take that way. 

[Donnie groans in frustration.]

April: What about you?

Leo: We’ll wait at the farmhouse in case Raph comes back. We won't be much help out there, anyway. 

Haruki: … We think he’s right hope… 

Chelsea feels not good about Leo, Carol, Sammy, and Lulu 

[Leo, Carol, Sammy, and Lulu limp away sadly, Mistress Chelsea and Master Haruki are staying with them. April frowns with sympathy for Leo, Carol, Sammy, and Lulu, and then Bart, Josh, Matilda Miles, Molly, Jaxson, Lewis, Arthur, Vivi, Varian, Stephanie, Sammy, Jerry, Sandra, Gary, and Casey take her away. They begin to leave into the forest.] 

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For @laurasanchez36

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me 

All belongs to my MSA ocs sonas and my New MSA ocs sonas, (my MSA X TMNT ocs sonas and my New MSA X TMNT ocs sonas)

All belongs to her MSA ocs sonas and her New MSA ocs sonas, (her MSA X TMNT ocs sonas and her New MSA X TMNT ocs sonas)

Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series Shows 

TMNT belongs to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird

[rottingbrains101]

You’re asking for rare pairs?

Hm..

Hmm…

HMM…

…

Jerry x Randy?

9/10 I LOVE JERRANDY. no questions asked these fuckers are getting drawn!!

watch out fer the reblog

[mysweetmurderina]

SERIAL KILLER INFORMATION MASTERLIST

A

RODNEY ALCALA SUMMARY

B

VELMA BARFIELD SUMMARY

MARY BELL SUMMARY

DAVID BERKOWITZ SUMMARY

KENNETH BIANCHI SUMMARY

WILLIAM BONIN SUMMARY

IAN BRADY SUMMARY

JERRY BRUDOS SUMMARY

TED BUNDY SUMMARY

C

RICHARD CHASE SUMMARY

ANDREI CHIKATILO SUMMARY

DEAN CORLL SUMMARY

CHARLES CULLEN SUMMARY

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JEFFREY DAHMER SUMMARY

ALBERT DESALVO SUMMARY

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JOHN WAYNE GACY SUMMARY

ED GEIN SUMMARY

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ROBERT HANSON SUMMARY

DONALD HARVEY SUMMARY

MYRA HINDLEY SUMMARY

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ED KEMPER SUMMARY

RANDY KRAFT SUMMARY

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PEDRO LOPEZ SUMMARY

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CHARLES MANSON SUMMARY

IVAN MILAT SUMMARY

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CARL PANZRAM SUMMARY

ROBERT PICKTON SUMMARY

STEPHEN PORT SUMMARY

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RICHARD RAMIREZ SUMMARY

GARY RIDGWAY SUMMARY

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[hate-bracket]

Hello! I finally have the matchups! Sorry it took so long. Here they are.

Round 1

Barem Bridge (Chainsaw Man)

Vs

Abel (TWDG)

Round 2

Robin (Teen Titans Go!)

Vs

Wooly (Amanda the Adventurer 2)

Round 3

Arthur Light (DC)

Vs

Haiji Towa (Ultra Despair Girls)

Round 4

Prince Charming (Shrek 3)

Vs

King of Ooo (Adventure Time)

Round 5

Bruce (Bad Parenting)

Vs

Fire Lord Ozai (ATLA)

Round 6

Arvo (TWDG)

Vs

Magda (BOTW)

Round 7

The General (Centaurworld)

Vs

Joan (TWDG)

Round 8

Sam Butcher (The Boys)

Vs

Sir Reginald Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Round 9

Femto (Berserk)

Vs

Shou Tucker (FMAB)

Round 10

Tek Knight (The Boys)

Vs

Fumiko Mifune (Chainsaw Man)

Round 11

Shuro (Dungeon Meshi)

Vs

Randy Marsh (South Park)

Round 12

Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Vs

Tsurugi Kinjo (SDRA2)

Round 13

Vinsmoke Judge (One Piece)

Vs

Terra Snapdragon (The Owl House)

Round 14

Celestial Dragons (One Piece)

Vs

Serpoians (Dandadan)

Round 15

Suguru Kamoshida (Persona 5)

Vs

Leonard Kovacs (Monster Prom)

Round 16

Jax (TADC)

Vs

Mahito (JJK)

Round 17

Hisoka Morrow (Hunter x Hunter)

Vs

Vander Decken IX (One Piece)

Round 18

Jerry (Undertale)

Vs

Joshu Higashikata (Jojolion)

Round 19

Willy Stampler (Dungeons and Daddies)

Vs

Ging Freecss (Hunter x Hunter)

Round 20

Kai Chisaki (MHA)

Vs

Steve Cobbs (Inanimate Insanity)

Round 21

Jimmy (Mouthwashing)

Vs

Micah Bell III (RDR2)

Round 22

Todd Alquist (Breaking Bad)

Vs

Masayoshi Shido (Persona 5)

Round 23

Dmitri Johannes Petrov (The Henry Stickmin Collection)

Vs

Sentinel Prime (Transformers One)

Round 24

Absalom (One Piece)

Vs

Valentino (Hazbin Hotel)

Round 25

Scrappy-Doo (Scooby-Doo)

Vs

Joffrey Baratheon (Game of Thrones)

Round 26

Duncan (Total Drama)

Vs

Tamaki Damo (Jojolion)

Round 27

Yomi Hellsmile (MDA: RC)

Vs

Amy (Total Drama)

Round 28

Cash Buckzo (Helluva Boss)

Vs

Blainley (Total Drama)

The winner of round 1 will go up against Preston Northwest (Gravity Falls)

The winner of round 8 will go up against Odalia Blight (The Owl House)

The winner of round 15 will go up against Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)

The winner of round 22 will go up against Bomb (Inanimate Insanity)

The polls will all be posted soon.

[tired-ticket-man]

JERRANDY YESSSSS I SCREAM AND TEAR MY SHIRT OPEN TO REVEAL 'I ❤️ JERRANDY' IS TATTOOED ON MY CHEST YEEEEEESSSS

HELP ME…

THIS IS SOLELY BECAUSE MOD IS A FICTIONKIN OF JERRY AND HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH THAT PATHETIC MAN ‼️‼️‼️ -🐜

[computercreature]

literally insane that roger x peter x caroline is becoming the reality i invented from my brain about randy x jerry x jerry's wife just with more canon basis. i couldn't be happier

[oldfashionedbutlervibes]

I have so many, so damn many headcanons for this little dork

And so, please enjoy some of my favorites

Dating him:

—If you are to take the dating him route, he 100 percent tries to be artsy for you, like he’ll try so hard to find clean paper and maybe a pencil in his dumpster or on the street to do a drawing of you (it actually doesn’t look that bad if he finds his materials, but he cannot draw hands for the life of him)

— If you find him with fresh swan scarring I absolutely think he can’t handle having his wounds cleaned, like at all. He will probably yelp a lot and try and swat you away, especially if your using peroxide or sum, he just can’t-

—….since mashing your phone faces together is the equivalent of a kiss I think it’d kill him- if not from his literal face blowing up from embarrassment most definitely

—on a similar topic, HE. IS. SO. CUDDLY- would be hugging you 24/7 mmkay

—tried to steal you a valentines box of chocolate once. Ended up feeling so bad he returned it after a very short 15 minutes.

—….bottom…

Your his pal

—he has like..55 nicknames for you and uses them depending on occasion

—never ever ever forgets your birthday even if you don’t stay friends long

—will truly do anything in his power to make you happy

—your killing the spider btw

—I so believe that he has found a full deck of cards in his dumpster and begs you to play uno with him :)

General

—I think he’s been mugged by stabby and shooty so many times that their just on first name basis

—tries counseling Jerry when he can 10000%, he will come over to the booth and try asking about his marriage which only makes poor Jerry feel worse but will try to not show that so Randy feels useful <3 (not like a ship but as bros)

— P A N S E X U A L (probably cannon by now but still let me have this)

—Has one attempted murder charge against his God-

—scared of every single bug except butterflies

—had a stray dog as a pet once (he named it Poof or sum)

—On the subject of animals I think he honks back at the swans to try and assert dominance

Overall I just see him as quite the silly, 10/10 partner 11/10 friend >:D

(Update: OH MY GOD- YALL ARE LIKING THIS A LOT HM? DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE SOME JERRY/OLIVER ONES? LEAVE EM IN MY ASKS PLEASE-)

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THE GHOST IN THE INVISIBLE BIKINI (1966) – Episode 187 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

“I’m steaming. I’m steaming. I’m… I’m so exaggerated! I’m mad at that princess. The only girl I ever loved and now she and them street slobs are going to steal a million clams from them folks and they didn’t even invite me. ” Eric von Zipper has a way with words, doesn’t he? Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Jeff Mohr, and guest Dirk Rogers – as they check out one of the last of AIP’s beach party movies, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966).

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 187 – The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966)

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A corpse has 24 hours to mastermind a good deed without leaving his crypt, to go “up there” and have his youth restored.

Directed by: Don Weis

Writing Credits: Louis M. Heyward and Elwood Ullman

Selected Cast:

Tommy Kirk as Chuck Phillips

Deborah Walley as Lili Morton

Aron Kincaid as Bobby

Quinn O’Hara as Sinistra

Jesse White as J. Sinister Hulk

Harvey Lembeck as Eric Von Zipper

The Rat Pack

Andy Romano as J.D.

Alberta Nelson as Puss

Myrna Ross as Boots

Jerry Brutsche as Jerome

Bob Harvey as Bobby

Sam Page as Chauncey

John Macchia as Joey

Allen Fife as Beard

Basil Rathbone as Reginald Ripper

Patsy Kelly as Myrtle Forbush

Boris Karloff as The Corpse

Susan Hart as The Ghost

Nancy Sinatra as Vicki

Claudia Martin as Lulu

Francis X. Bushman as Malcolm

Benny Rubin as Chicken Feather

Bobbie Shaw Chance as Princess Yolanda (as Bobbi Shaw)

George Barrows as Monstro the Gorilla

Piccola Pupa as Piccola

Luree Holmes as Luree

Ed Garner as Ed

Frank Alesia as Frank

Mary Hughes as Mary

Salli Sachse as Salli

Patti Chandler as Patti

Sue Hamilton as Sue

The Bobby Fuller Four as Themselves (Bobby Fuller, Randy Fuller, DeWayne Quirico, Jim Reese)

Elena Andreas as Statue (uncredited)

Herb Andress as Statue (uncredited)

Philip Bent as Beach Boy (uncredited)

Gary Daily as Boy in Blue and White Trunks (uncredited)

Bobbi McCall as Girl in Blue Bikini (uncredited)

Christopher Riordan as Beach Boy (uncredited)

The Grue-Crew and guest host Dirk Rogers take a trip to the beach with one of the last of the Beach Party movies. Wait, what? There’s no beach? No ocean? No surfing? And AIP disliked the product so much that they added Boris Karloff and the whole ghost-in-the-invisible-bikini schtick after the fact?

Well, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966) makes for a nice title. Let’s face it. It’s a bad movie. It’s even a dumb movie. But it can be a fun movie, especially if you love the lame, teen music numbers inserted throughout the film as much as the Grue-Crew do. And even if you despise the music (yeah, the Grue-Crew didn’t like it either – except Doc, of course), you can have fun with this flick.

With Deborah Walley and Tommy Kirk (subbing for Annette and Frankie), Basil Rathbone, Patsy Kelly, Harvey Lembeck (Eric von Zipper!), Jesse White, and Nancy Sinatra, there’s always something to watch. Think “the Three Stooges in an old dark house.”

At the time of this writing, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966) is available to stream from MGM+, Amazon Prime, and several PPV options.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Next in their very flexible schedule – this one chosen by Jeff – is The Shadow of the Cat (1961), a Hammer Film directed by John Gillin, featuring Barbara Shelley and André Morell, recently released as part of Scream Factory’s Universal Horror Collection Vol. 6! 

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To each of you from each of them, “Thank you so much for watching and listening!” 

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Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Crowded Table"

Some famous wrestling commentators used to be professional wrestlers, such as Jerry Lawler, Jesse "The Body" Ventura, Gorilla Monsoon, Larry Zybyzko and Bobby Heenan.

There also have been professional wrestlers who have stepped in and done wrestling commentary themselves---"Macho Man" Randy Savage, Shawn Michaels, Mick Foley, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Jeff Hardy, Chyna, Lita, Val Venis, you name it.

You've been a World Wrestling Federation/WWE superstar and you've done some commentary occassionally yourself, and you love it.

The good thing about when wrestlers and commentators do commentary, they sit in front of a table.

But have wrestling commentators ever done something like this?

On a "Sunday Night Heat" episode that aired in August 1998, Shawn Michaels was sitting at the commentary table while you were standing next to the ring.

Shawn had his long hair hanging down when he sat at the commentary table, he looks so good with this new hair he had during the summer of that year.

You were dressed in a typically skimpy outfit, not to mention didn't do much in the match except for distract the opponents.

While you were standing next to the ring, there were times you were standing several inches in front of the table Shawn was sitting behind with your back turned in front of him as well as this table.

You were leaning your chest forward and resting your forearms on the corner of the ring, not doing this to seduce, but watch this match.

Shawn's eyes were focused on you during this match, but how could he not be distracted over you?

Luckily, Shawn's legs and especially his lap was underneath the top of this commentary table so people wouldn't see what he was about to do.

His chair he sat in was pushed as close to the table as much as it could, so he could hide his hand and his lap.

As you were standing several inches nearby the table Shawn was sitting by, and while his lap was hiding under this table, one of Shawn's hands reached under the table and slipped underneath his pants.

Thankfully, the camera didn't seem to catch his hand under the table sliding under his pants.

Despite that Shawn and these commentators are sitting in front of fans, hopefully the fans sitting behind Shawn won't see his hand sneak under his pants.

Shawn has been sitting in between 2 other commentators while he sits at the commentary table as well as his hand enters under his pants.

Now that his hand was under both of his pants as well as his boxers, Shawn's hand grabbed his penis and began to masturbate it, stroke up and down it.

Blood was forming and rushing to his dick from seeing you near the ring, making his cock grow harder.

Shawn wanted to you to stay in the spot you were standing so he could focus on looking at you and masturbating to you, but even you walked to another corner, he'd still jack off to you.

Wrestling as we all know it is staged and scripted, so Shawn Michaels masturbating to you was something you already knew about.

Shawn would love to unbutton his pants and pull his dick out to jack off, but his penis would be exposed on television.

While he may be secretly masturbating to you, his hand jerking his erection isn't being filmed by the camera.

His hand has been underneath the table this entire time, and some people in the audience are wondering and thinking "Why is Shawn's hand under the table?".

Hopefully precum won't fall out of his slit from masturbating.

During this match, you walked in different corners around the ring.

However, Shawn still had his eyes focused on you.

Shawn may be jacking off to you, but he isn't just obsessed with and focused on you.

He also said a few things during the match that weren't related to you, not to mention his eyes sometimes watched this match.

Some people in the audience saw his hand slip under his hands and stay there, where the fans could see his hand moving about under his pants in his crotch area looking like he's jerking off.

These fans who saw what his hand did (and what it's currently doing) got a huge rise out of this, their eyes growing wide and their eyebrows raising while their mouths spread from ear to ear in either shock or amusement.

Some people covered their appalled mouths with their hands, whereas others pointed to his hand and laughed and others cheered and roared.

There were many moments where the camera was filming in front of the commentary table Shawn was sitting behind while he was masturbating, where the camera didn't film his hand jerking off.

If the camera did film him masturbating, it probably would've gotten him arrested for lewd behavior, but it would give him some attention, even if it's negative publicity.

Eventually, Shawn's hand let go of his penis and left his pants, where he didn't masturbate to you anymore.

Masturbating at the commentary table seems like something Val Venis would most likely do, since his wrestling gimmick is a porn star.